#finally giving clint hearing aids

[writerslittlelibrary]

Hello! I hope you are fine :)

This thought just popped into my head. So we are blackhill’s daughter (and maybe wanda’s girlfriend) and we are deaf. So all the avengers are super supportive obviously. In one party we are having a good time with everyone until we go for a drink. While ordering a guy approaches (maybe shield agent or something) and wants to hit on us but we can’t hear him so we don’t pay attention. He notices our hearing aids and thinking that they are earplugs or earphones he takes them off and starts harassing us.

One of the avengers (or Wanda, Nat or Maria) notices and they come to our aid.

No rush or anything, take your time :DD 💚

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summary: when a guy approaches you at a Stark party, you are unable to hear him. what happens when he gets offended because he thinks he is being ignored?

pairing: Blackhill x deaf daughter reader

warnings: harassment, curse words, idiot guy, his nose gets broken so all is well in the end

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1589

a/n: I loved this request so much!! It is such an original and creative idea 🥰 (sorry it's a little short)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You inability to hear had never been a problem. Your moms were blessed with you when you were two years old. You have been deaf since birth. Apparently it was too difficult for your biological parents to raise a deaf child, so they give you up for adoption. That, however, had never been easy.

There weren’t a lot of people that were ready for the responsibility of caring for a deaf child. However, after two years of foster care, Natasha and Maria finally came along. 

It had been their dream for many years to adopt a little baby girl to add to their family. 

You grew up in an incredibly loving home. Natasha already knew some sign language because of Clint, but after adopting you her and Maria, and all the other Avengers, started learning sign language. Everyone was eager to be able to communicate with you.

Everyone on the team simply adored you, and everyone spoiled you rotten. 

Tony had insisted on sending you to some prestigious, expensive private school to ensure you would be able to learn to the best of your abilities. He claimed that your lack of hearing should never get in the way of living up to your potential. 

And so, the class you went too was small, and the teachers all signed while they spoke. Only when you turned 9 did you realise you were different when you noticed some people stared when you signed instead of spoke. 

In the end, you couldn’t have a more loving and supportive family.

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Tonight was one of Tony’s famous parties, and after a long talk with your parents, and lots of convincing and helping out around the apartment, you were finally allowed to go.

Natasha and Maria were hesitant with letting you go to these kind of parties. They knew there probably wasn’t a safer place to be, but they always preferred one of them stay home with you as the other made an appearance. It wasn’t personal, they just didn’t like to leave you alone. 

However, you were now 17. You were older and stronger, and even if anything were to happen Maria and Natasha trusted that your girlfriend, Wanda, would 100 percent be able to protect you. 

And so you got dressed. You had picked out your favourite dress and Wanda had helped you put on some light make-up.

Together with your moms and Wanda you had gone to the Stark party, quickly finding the other Avengers and catching up with them. It had been a few days since you had been in the tower. Sure, that might not sound like a lot, but you were used to seeing the other Avengers almost every day, so missing a few days made a bigger impact than others might think. 

After an hour or two, you had gotten quite thirsty. 

‘I’m getting a drink,’ you signed towards your moms and you got up. Natasha smiled and spoke as she signed. “Can you get me my favourite?” she asked, and you smiled as you nodded, turning around to head to the bar. 

When you arrived at the bar you smiled as you saw your favourite bartender. Tony was a man who preferred to have a selected group of trusted staff, and so, at every party, event or gathering the same bartenders, security and servers could be found. 

John smiled at you as he spoke and signed, asking you what you would like to drink.

That was an other thing Tony paid a lot of attention to. People were lined up for miles to join his staff, yet Tony had quite a list of requirements they all had to meet. One of those were that they had to know sign language. He wanted every Avenger to be able to communicate with his staff, even the small Avenger. 

You gave John your order as you went to sit down on a barstool, sighing as you leaned your elbows on the bar, resting your head in your hands.

Because of your position you were unable to see a guy approaching you from your left. 

“Hello there beautiful. What’s a pretty little girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he asked. You, of course, ignored him, unable to hear what he was saying. You didn’t even realise there was someone standing next to you.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” he spoke as he raised his voice. Again, you didn’t reply. 

The man took a step closer, taking a good look at your face before he noticed the hearing aids that were stuck in your ears. You didn’t use them often. Tony had made them for you when you were 14 because you wanted to know what it was like to hear, but to be honest, you didn’t like all the noise from the world in the slightest. 

You were wearing your hearing aids tonight but you hadn’t even thought about turning them on. People always communicated with you through sign anyway. 

John was busy making you and your moms’ drink while the guy was contemplating what to do.

After a second his frustration got the best of him and he reached towards you, ripping the hearing aid from your ear and throwing it on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

You, startled from the sudden movement and force you felt on your left ear, stumbled from the barstool, standing up to face the man. 

“What the hell are you for spoiled brat! You think it’s okay to come to a party like this with earplugs?! Hey! I’m talking to you!” 

You knew he was yelling. You could notice it from the vibrations the guy’s voice left as he stood across from you. The people around you starting to look was also a dead give away. 

Your eyes filled with fear as the raging man took a step closer to you, reaching his hands out to try and grab you. 

You took a step backwards quickly, ready to turn around and run to find your moms.

However, you didn’t have to do anything of the sorts as you spotted a metal hand grabbing the guy’s shoulder, spinning him around. The man was so taken off guard that he didn’t notice what was going on until a flesh hand collided with his left cheek. 

The force of the punch was so big it made the man lose his balance. He stumbled into the bar as he grabbed his face, mumbling something before he slumped down to the floor. 

“She’s deaf, asshole!” Bucky yelled at him before moving towards you, gently cupping your face in his large hands and directing your gaze towards him, away from the guy on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” he asked as he signed. 

It took you a moment before responding, softly nodding as Bucky laid his hand on your back, turning you around and leading you towards the couches. 

Natasha had a concerned look on her face when she noticed you and Bucky coming back to join them. You had a disorientated and confused look, and besides, once of your hearing aids was missing. 

“Are you okay, Malysh?” she hurriedly asked as she signed, walking towards you quickly and running her hand over your hair. 

“There was some asshole at the bar. I took care of it,” Bucky explained. He leaned towards you to plant a kiss on the top of your head before he took off, leaving you and Natasha alone, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

Natasha pulled you into a hug, softly stroking your back as realisation finally dawned upon you. 

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the tears started coming. You sobbed into Natasha’s shoulder, crying out all the confusion and shock from the prior situation. 

After a minute or two Natasha pulled away, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears with her thumbs.

‘What happened?’ Natasha signed.

‘I don’t know what I did wrong! I didn’t notice him there, I swear. And all of a sudden he ripped my hearing aid off and threw it on the ground. Then he just started yelling!’ You signed quickly, you signing a bit messy with the way you were breathing so heavily. 

‘It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, I promise,’ Natasha signed back, reassuring you. 

You hesitantly nodded, your tears finally stopping as you made your was back towards the other Avengers. 

Natasha got Maria’s attention, signing as she spoke, “let’s go home.” 

Maria immediately agreed after seeing your disorientated face, putting her drink down and excusing herself. Wanda noticed you as well, yet she figured she should just stay put. She figured you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

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After arriving home you had immediately taken off your remaining hearing aid, putting it on its charger and letting yourself drop on the couch. 

You moms, however, had other plans. Natasha went to pick you up, carrying you to their bedroom like you were a small child, settling you on their big bed as Natasha crawled under the covers beside you.

Maria soon joined. She carried all your favourite snacks and drinks, setting it all on her nightstand and joining you two in the bed, settling herself on the other side of you. 

Natasha turned on your favourite show. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall close, your head falling onto Natasha’s shoulder as you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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[writing-house-of-m]

Welcome to the Team

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Jeff the landshark

Summary: Jeff meets the team

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jeff AU. In celebration of today being a year since I first posted a fic there will be a double bill of Jeff! The final 1 year celebration request includes Jeff too so you can expect that later on. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this part, it's practically a crack!fic 😂

It is unusual for everyone to be sitting in the lounge area on a random Friday afternoon. But you have put it off for long enough so it is time to finally rip off the band-aid.

You are standing facing the group of heroes who are all looking at you expectedly with Wanda standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and see her give you an encouraging smile, waiting for you to start talking.

Taking a breath, you begin. "Okay. I know you're all wondering why we've asked you here today." And before you can get anywhere the Avengers must think this is the cue to start a guessing game.

"Wanda's pregnant!" Tony exclaims.

Some of the quicker thinkers widen their eyes and reflexively look at you.

You point at him to quickly shut down the thought, "No."

"Really? There have been some weird noises coming from your room lately," Sam thinks aloud.

Once again you are stopped before you can comment.

"You're moving out together?" Bucky asks.

You're about to decline the accusation but then they all come flooding in.

"You finally proposed?" Natasha questions.

"Wanda proposed?" Steve opposes.

"Oh wow, I really thought it would be you to pop the question, Y/n. What a twist," Carol, who you don't even know why she is here, says.

"You got a dog?" Peter speaks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"A cat maybe?" Bucky decides to add his own input. Along with Bruce who follows with, "Perhaps a rabbit?"

You turn to see Wanda amused by the whole thing. Turning back around, you have to raise your voice to be heard, "QUIET!" This manages to restore some order to the meeting you called.

"Thank you," you relax. "None of you are right. Actually I guess Peter, Bucky and Bruce were close."

You see Peter raise his hand for a fist bump but Bruce mistakes it for a high five so it turns into an awkward closed hand around a fist situation. Bucky is too far from either of them to celebrate the small victory.

"There is a new addition to the compound, his name is Jeff," you announce.

"Who names a hamster 'Jeff'?" Peter asks.

"No way, it's going to be a parrot. Or some kind of bird right?" Clint 'The Hawkeye' Barton guesses.

Once again this starts off a new guessing game - What animal could it be?

"Monkey," "Raccoon," "Fox," "Guinea pig," "Chameleon," "Duck!"

You begin to question your life choices, how did you ever end up in this situation? Maybe you should have set this gathering up like a game show at least then it might have been fun for you too.

Instead of stopping them this time you take a seat until they hopefully tire themselves out.

"No, no. From the noises I heard it's definitely a goat," Sam remarks.

You decide it's hopeless when the discussion doesn't look like it will cease. Giving up the waiting game you nod your head to Wanda rolling your eyes, you can tell she is holding in her laughter for your sake.

She leaves the area and after a few moments she returns with Jeff. It is only when the pitter patter sound of footsteps close in do they realise you are no longer standing directly in front of them. Instead you are next to Wanda with a new being between you.

You could hear a pin drop now that everyone's gazes are fixed to the little guy.

"Everybody, this is Jeff," you introduce your new roommate.

The attention seems to make Jeff nervous, you don't know if he has ever had this many eyes on him. Possibly when he was captive in the lab. You realise this could be traumatic for him so you guide him to step behind you.

His two front feet grip your leg as he peers round to see everyone still looking at him.

Wanda sits on the floor close to him with a hand resting on the fin on his back. "It's okay Jeff, they're all friendly," she reassures him.

"Is that a fish with legs?" Clint asks, "Oh man, I was way off."

"He's a shark," you say matter-of-factly. When you see everyone's expression change to a worried or frightened one you clarify further in hopes to calm their nerves. "A landshark!"

It doesn't work.

"Y/n, what the hell is a landshark? You better start explaining and fast," Natasha all but threatens you. You can see one of her hands has disappeared behind her back meaning she is defensively readying a knife behind her.

"He's not harmful, he's really friendly," you say. Then you remember some things you have read about sharks so are quick to add, "Also sharks are misconstrued as being vicious when they're actually not. They get a bad rep even though they're basically puppies of the ocean. Did you know, more people are killed each year by coconu-"

"Y/n!" Natasha interrupts.

"Right," you say, gathering your thoughts and glancing down at him. "He's nice and friendly and really playful. A bit of a clutz too. We've had him hidden in our room for about two weeks now."

This seems to bring Tony's attention away from the shark to you, "Oh really? And you didn't think to mention this to the person who pays for everything around here?"

"We were going to tell you after the first night he stayed but didn't bother because we didn't think he would be here for this long. Dr Cho was trying to get a specialist in to take a look at him but there were delays," Wanda momentarily takes over for you.

"Oh, so Cho knows. That's great," Tony comments sarcastically, "as well as the specialist, right?"

"Yes. Plus two others who work with the specialist," you add much to Tony's dismay.

Jeff seems to be a bit more comfortable because he has come out from behind you. He tugs on your pant leg wanting to be picked up by you so you oblige and feedback to the group what you have found out so far.

"They finally looked him over a couple of days ago. No one knows where he has come from or why he looks the way he does. The working theory is that he was experimented on which fits with what Wanda saw in a flash the first time she came in contact with him."

Jeff starts squirming in your arms so you nod to Wanda to continue while you try to settle Jeff by whispering words of affirmation to him. Telling him none of these people will hurt him as you rub up and down his back.

"From the tests and interacting with him so far he seems to be able to understand us and in addition to being able to breathe air he can breathe underwater too. The more time we spend with him the easier it has been to communicate," Wanda finishes, while she scratches under Jeff's chin which helps calm his nerves.

Everyone looks on in silence as Jeff pulls away from you slightly. You speak in a low tone asking if he wants to say hi to the team. Which, reluctantly, he agrees to.

There is a strong bond between you, even if it hasn't been too long since you found him, so he knows he can trust anyone you want to introduce him to.

You go to place him on the ground but he whines a little while clutching your shirt. Instead, you stand back up and he turns in your arms facing the expecting crowd.

He raises his little hand in a wave speaking in a small voice, "Mrr."

In a second everybody's eyes soften and you hear a collective 'aww' sound out.

Maybe you should have started with this.

They are all about to rush over but you stop them from doing so with a hand out in front of you while taking a step back. Wanda moves swiftly standing between the incoming horde and Jeff.

"One at a time," she requests.

Peter makes his way over first and greets Jeff introducing himself.

It definitely must be a sight, all of this.

A young couple holding a shark as if he is a baby. It is only inevitable that someone asks, "So, is Jeff like your child then?"

And of course that person has to be Natasha.

…

The Jeff you are looking at now is unrecognisable to the Jeff from half an hour ago. He has lossened right up.

After everyone introduced themselves Peter decided to show Jeff his web slingers and, against yours and Wanda's wishes, hung Jeff upside down from the ceiling. The excited noise and wide smile was enough to make you step back. But not too far back just enough, in case you needed to catch him.

After that he spent some time with Carol who showed him a glowing fist. Natasha smirked at Wanda and you as she twirled a knife around her fingers, Bucky doing the same which turned into a contest.

When they weren't looking you picked him up and moved him away from the crazy movements.

As the only member with kids Clint simply spoke to him like he was a baby, Steve said he didn't have any tricks for him but maybe one day he would show Jeff his shield. Sam asked Jeff if he wanted to pet Redwing which he happily did.

Even now Tony has been playing tricks with him, making a coin disappear then reappear from behind Jeff's ear. He had to borrow a coin from someone first, it would have been more surprising if Tony had any small change on his person to begin with.

Next is Bruce who tells Jeff there is someone else he should meet then transforms into the Hulk. Jeff looks at the green giant in wonder then puts his arms up to be picked up so he can be the tallest in the room. When Hulk sees Jeff he crouches down so he is eye level with Jeff, sniffing and surveying him. He chuckles, calls Jeff 'a puny baby' then picks him up and places the landshark on his head.

Shortly after everyone takes their leave. Clint is on his way home to his family, Natasha goes to train with Bucky following behind her. A Hulk-less Bruce returns to the lab with Tony. Steve, Sam and Carol are discussing a mission they are assigned to lead and Peter says he has some homework he needs to finish.

"What a day huh Jeff?" You breathe out, exhausted. Jeff looks at you like a small child while trotting around, jumping on the couches and back onto the floor excited about all the new friends he has made.

"I think Jeff is going to be just fine here," Wanda says to you as you both watch him, side by side.

"Hello good people of Earth!" You hear a familiar loud voice sound from the entrance disturbing your peace. And when he makes it in front of you, he is his usual happy self.

"Hi Thor... What are you doing here?" You ask, confused.

"I'm here for the meeting, of course," Thor says in his cheery voice.

"I didn't know you were on the mailing list," you say a little tiredly trying to think back to the email you sent out.

"I didn't know he knew how to check his email," you hear Wanda's side comment next to you.

"Well, I am the strongest Avenger after all," Thor boasts, "I should be here for all the little talks and what nots."

"Right," you say a little unsurely. "Err, the meeting is over now but it was to introduce a new resident to the compound."

You see him spot Jeff who peeks his head over the backrest between you and Wanda. He is looking at Thor in awe with his mouth agape much like he did when he saw Hulk.

As he climbs over the back rest you stand and Jeff stands next to you in front of Thor his head tilting back as he trails his eyes upwards from the hammer Thor is holding to his face.

"This is Jeff," Wanda says.

"Jeff the landshark," you add.

Thor has seen plenty of creatures in his lifetime so it's no surprise he doesn't react in a negative way. "Oh, how wonderful! Welcome to the team, little landshark!" Thor's voice booms excitedly.

You don't get a chance to tell Thor that Jeff is not a part of the team, only that he is staying with you in the compound because, before you know it, he lifts Jeff onto his shoulder and walks away with him.

Sighing heavily you place your hands on your hips when you hear Thor talking about a battle, going into excruciating details about how he killed a group of enemies. You are a little wary of how Jeff is going to respond to the gory details of war.

Wanda stands and moves behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. "He-" Wanda was about to say something but is cut off short when you both hear an excited squeal from Jeff in the distance so she rests her chin and giggles against you instead.

"I was going to say he's going to love whatever story Thor brings up, but that's kind of obvious now," she says, smiling into your shoulder.

You sigh again, "I know. But now he's going to want us to talk about all the fights we've endured and I don't think it's good for him."

Next, you hear some scuffling making you cringe because it sounds as though some equipment has fallen and crashed to the ground. Not long later you hear the sound of fast little footsteps making their way in your direction.

Then you hear Thor shout, "JEFF! GIVE THAT BACK."

Well this can't be good.

Before you can move from your spot Jeff runs past you with Mjolnir clutched in his mouth. Wanda has stepped beside you and when you glance at each other you see she holds the same shocked expression as you.

You both then turn to see Jeff's figure running out of the entrance doors. Wanda is clearly amused but you speak aloud the question on your mind, "How is he worthy and I'm not?" You ask, insulted.

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair, "It's okay honey, you don't need a hammer telling you anything I don't already know."

She is leaning in to kiss you but a new voice enters your ears.

"Sestra! Come look! There's a dog in a shark costume out here!" Pietro exclaims, "And he's holding a fake hammer too!"

It is official.

Jeff has met the whole team.

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[justsomeclintasha]

Clint closes his eyes, sinking back into the comfort of the couch. He’s tired. Tired of reading the subtitles. Tired of not being able to hear the coffee maker. Tired of having to lip read conversations he doesn’t catch most of.

Tired of feeling left out.

It’s been three days. Shield, as advanced as they are with everything else, takes forever to repair his hearing aids, and Natasha isn’t even here to keep his mind off it. She had texted him earlier to let him know her mission is over. She’ll be home tomorrow. He misses her.

Lucky pushes his head onto Clint’s lap, sensing his frustration, and he scratches the dog gently under his chin. He could just ask Tony for help.

Useless, his father scoffs. Deaf and stupid.

He swallows.

All you’ll ever be is a burden.

His throat is tight.

Lucky nudges closer, but he stands, making his way towards the lab before he can change his mind. His heart is hammering in his chest.

“Shut up,” he whispers to the voice in his head. Predictably, he doesn’t get an answer. A slight panic starts to set in as he finds Tony splicing two wires together.

Hey birdbrain. What’s up?

The text appears on a holographic screen in front of him. It bothers him more than it should.

“I need-“ He clears his throat, wonders if the volume is right. “Can you make me a pair of hearing aids?”

Tony spins his chair and reaches in the cabinet behind him. He tosses a slim purple case. Clint opens it to find a brand new set of aids already in there. He slips them in his ears. It takes a few moments of adjusting, but they’re good, better than the ones Shield gave him last time.

“Sound okay? Got a few extra sets in there if you ever need. Stuck with purple cuz I know you like it but there’s a sweet silver glitter pair for next time you have to dress up.”

Clint drops into the chair across from him, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you.. you don’t have to make accommodations just for me.”

“You say it like it’s a problem. It’s not.” Tony glances up. “You’re not,” he emphasizes. He sets the wires aside, twisting a spare piece between his fingers. He can be patient when he wants to be.

“I wasn’t always deaf,” he says finally, like an admission.

“You weren’t?”

“You’ve read my file.”

“Nope.” Clint stares at him. “Never saw any reason to. Jarvis ran a background check initially and decided you passed. That’s good enough for me.”

“There is no way I would ever pass a background check.” Tony grins.

“Well, okay, he may have overlooked some stuff, but he’s a good judge of character.”

“I uh.. didn’t have a great childhood.” Clint waves him off as he opens his mouth to interrupt. “Dad was always drunk. Beat the hearing out of me when I was.. eight. Scariest thing to wake up and not be able to hear your own voice. Lots of hospitals and people asking questions. If one doctor got suspicious we bounced to another.”

“You don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Always felt like a burden.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m working on it. Just get caught up in my head sometimes,” he mumbles, awkwardly running a hand through his hair. A soft scratching noise has them both looking towards the door. “Sorry, just Lucky. He knows he’s not allowed in here.”

“Jarvis, let him in.” Lucky bounds over and sniffs Clint’s hand experimentally.

“I’m alright, buddy.” Satisfied, the dog moves to Tony, who pulls a bag of treats from the drawer and gives him two. “I knew he was gaining weight! I thought it was Steve the whole time!”

“He’s a good boy,” Tony defends. Lucky’s tail thumps loudly against the desk, and Clint can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah he is.”

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[littleseasiren]

Fight for me - Part 2

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language

Words: ~ 2700

Series Masterlist

When you enter the compound the following morning, you giggle as you see 6 small children running around playing with the Avengers. Catching Natasha's eyes, she stops playing with them and joins you.

"Hi Natasha, sorry for stopping by so unexpectedly." 

"No problem, honey. Nice of you to come visit again. Sorry about the munchkins, they're a group from Queens who came to meet us." You both smile at a little girl as she looks up at you and then runs away. "We should probably swap phone numbers - that way you can just call me, and I can bring you straight up."

"I would love that, but I don't really have a cell phone anymore. I didn't want my... ex to find me with it. So, no cell for me..." You stare at the ground in front of you, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories. Tell you what, I'll talk to the security guys and get you a permanent pass. That way, you can just come up, no questions asked."

"You're sweet, Nat, but I'm already bothering you guys too much. I just came to bring some cookies to say thank you for all that you Avengers do."

"You could never be a bother - don't even think that. We're friends, right? And the guys never complain when you're here. At least they pretend to be gentlemen when you're present. Add to that bribing with sweets, and that makes you our favourite person!" Nat slowly takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and you softly squeeze back. "When Wanda comes back from her mission, we'll all have a girls' night, ok? We can throw the boys out of the living room, watch romantic comedies all evening and binge-eat whatever we want!" Her smile is so big you can't help but join in.

"That sounds amazing! Sign me up for a girl's night asap!" You two chuckle. You see Bucky leaning against a wall, watching everything from the far corner of the room. "Why does it look like Bucky is in a time-out?" You can't help but ask.

Natasha takes a deep breath before answering. "Mrs. Berg over there," she points to the adult female talking to Steve and Bruce, "has not so subtly let it be known that she doesn't approve of Bucky interacting with the children. Steve almost kicked her out since Bucky is an Avenger, too. At first, Bucky wanted to simply leave, but he eventually agreed to watch from the sidelines." Her brows pull together in concern. "You know how he is..."

"Yeah, I know, he-" You start to say but stop as you see the smallest girl in the group break away from the others and run to Bucky, wrapping her chubby arms around his shin. A look of utter confusion fills his face as he looks down at the little girl a second later. She pulls on his pant leg before taking a step back and signing something to him. 

All the adults in the room become silent as they turn to watch the interaction. "I should probably go tell him what she's saying..." Clint starts to walk towards Bucky before he halts, watching as Bucky sinks down into a crouch. Gasps fill the room as Bucky signs back to the little girl. She shrieks in amazement, her little hands flying around as she signs again. The most beautiful smile forms on Bucky's face as the two of them interact together.

"Um, Steve... are you aware that Bucky knows ASL?" Sam asks Steve softly.

"No idea, Sam." Steve watches his best friend - Hydra's most feared assassin - tickle the squealing girl, her pink hearing aid disappearing underneath her hair as she swings around and runs to Mrs. Berg then runs back to Bucky. The pink butterflies on her shoes bouncing with every step. 

When she runs back to the group leader, Mrs. Berg grabs her and pulls her close, stopping her from running to Bucky again. She signs at the woman and gestures to Bucky, but the scowl on the older woman's face is enough to keep her still but doesn't stop tears from forming in the little girl's eyes.

The smile disappears from Bucky's face instantly as he stands up to his full height, eyes becoming hard once again. 

"I asked you to avoid interacting with the children, didn't I? See what you did - you made her cry." Her words are harsh as she grabs the other children closer to her, her eyes full of disdain falling on Bucky.

Sam and Natasha start to defend Bucky instantly before Steve's loud voice fills the room. "No, ma’am. You brought the children here to meet the Avengers, and Bucky is one of us. He graciously agreed to observe out of respect for your wishes, but the little girl here? She went to him, he didn't instigate anything. And it seemed like they got on great before you pulled her back. That's why she started crying - you're keeping her from her new friend."

"You can't expect me to allow the Winter Soldier to play with the kids! He's murdered hundreds of people!" You watch as Bucky flinches, her angry words bringing back memories you know he wants to forget.

"Listen here, lady, you can just -" Sam starts before Bucky interrupts him. 

"It's fine, Sam." He looks at Steve before he continues, "Thanks for trying, Steve, but I'll get out of the way. Don't let this ruin the children's favourite day." Bucky ducks down and signs to the little girl in farewell, whatever he says, making her stop crying and smile once again. His eyes meet yours shyly as he turns around and starts walking away.

"Bucky, wait!" You call after him as you shuffle around the room to meet his waiting form. "Don't let that witch get you down - that was the cutest thing I've ever seen." You speak loudly, making sure Mrs. Berg can hear you. "I brought some cookies. You guys got any coffee around here?"

He glances back at you, the corner of his mouth moving up in an almost smile. "Sure, doll, we got coffee," he says as he walks down the corridor, you following behind him safely.

"Leave some cookies for me!" Sam shouts as the children start to giggle once again.

Bucky leads you to the kitchen, pointing at the far side of the breakfast nook for you to have a seat before filling the kettle with water and switching it on. "You're sweet, Y/N, but you don't have to babysit me. I'm used to people not wanting me around." He leans against the nook and rolls a coaster under his hand, eyes not meeting yours.

"She's an idiot, Bucky. Anyone could see that little girl pretty much thinks the world revolves around you. And you spent, what... like 2 minutes with her? I barely know you, and I like you as a friend already."

The coaster stills in Bucky's hand, the silence unexpected. His eyes shoot up, staring at you with his mouth slightly parted. Seconds before his staring becomes uncomfortable, a whistle sounds from the kettle. His lips curl up into a small smile as he stands and grabs two mugs from the top shelf. "Do you want some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks." You stare at his broad back as he turns around and makes the coffee. What was that all about? Was that smile because you said you liked him as a friend? You pull out your container full of sugar cookies and place it in front of his coffee cup as he takes a seat opposite you, his back to the open door. Yet again, he has considered your needs and placed your comfort before his own. With your seat facing the door, you have a clear view of anyone who might enter the kitchen. You watch as Bucky grasps his mug with gloved hands. "Um, I don't mean to pry, but is everything ok?" He looks at you curiously before you continue. "Whenever I see you, you're wearing gloves..."

Bucky glances down at his gloved hands, then back to you, unconsciously biting his lower lip. "I-um. Guess you don't know..." Slowly, he starts to pull the gloved fingers off his left hand. "When Hydra -" Voices sound from the hallway before Sam comes rushing in, stilling Bucky’s movement.

"Are there still cookies? Please tell me Barnes didn't eat all of it!" He runs to the table and sighs in relief before grabbing two cookies and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Buck, we finally got the group out, so it's safe to leave the kitchen," Steve says as he pats Bucky's shoulder. The rest of the team enters the kitchen as Natasha takes a seat next to you. "I wasn't aware you knew ASL?" Steve asks his oldest friend.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Steve. My dossier doesn't have everything in it, punk."

"Where did you pick it up?" Clint asks from the kitchen, sitting on the countertop.

"I, uh, had a mission with Hydra. It was an infiltrate and..." He stops talking, brows furrowed as his eyes become dark with sorrow. His chair scrapes the floor as he stands up suddenly, making you gasp softly. "Uh, sorry. I got to go." He says as he all but runs out of the kitchen.

"Shit, sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have asked," Clint says as he glances at Steve.

"It's alright, Clint." He smiles at you, "Nice to see you again, Y/N," before he disappears from the kitchen.

For the next two days, your thoughts constantly drift back to Bucky. His size intimidated you, but you appreciated how aware he was around you. He had pulled Sam back before you had even noticed Sam had wanted to hug you, and that day in the kitchen, he made sure you could see if anyone entered the room. 

For such a considerate man, he kept seeing himself as a bad guy. Was he really, or did he just think that? You knew he was somehow forced to hurt people, that he didn't remember everything the past 70 years, but that was all you knew. Josh hadn't allowed you to watch TV, just a few movies he wanted to watch. When you had finally gotten away from him, you were moving from shelter to shelter until you ended up at the Battered Woman's shelter, where you are now. So there wasn't really any time to just watch TV or read about him. 

That evening, you find yourself outside the Tower again, early for the first self-defence class. The guards assure you that you can go up, even if it is too early. When you enter the gym, Bucky spots you immediately and waves quickly. You see him and Natasha moving about on the mats, talking animatedly.

"You sure this is better for them than punching?" Natasha curls her fingers and shoves her palm up toward Bucky's nose.

"Yeah, I do. Punching requires coordination and using your body weight as balance. The ladies will most likely hurt themselves more than their attacker. With this, the palm takes a lot of the impact, and the upward move gives the force behind it. Even if they just stand normally, they should still do some damage to the attacker." You slowly walk closer as Bucky gestures for you to join them with gloved hands. 

"Hi, Y/N," Natasha says as she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Would you mind trying a move and see if you feel comfortable?"

"Um, yeah, sure..." you say as you move closer. Bucky nods at Natasha as he steps to the side, giving you space but staying in your line of sight.

"Ok, I just want to see if you're comfortable with a move." She raises her hand, "I need you to curl your fingers at the first two knuckles, not making a fist. See?" you nod as you copy her move. "Ok, now pretend you want to hurt someone in front of you. Bring your wrist close to your chest before you quickly strike, hitting your opponent with the fleshy bottom of your palm, keeping your wrists straight." She demonstrates before you copy her once again, striking quickly into the air. "How does that feel?"

You do the move a second time before you answer, "It feels good. Like I could do a lot of damage." You smirk at her as you meet Bucky's smiling eyes.

"Ok, it's settled then," Natasha says as she looks up at Bucky. "Guess you were right, soldier." Bucky merely nods in return as he picks up his bag.

A part of you doesn't want him to leave so quickly. "Were the cookies ok?" You ask them both, eyes focusing on Bucky.

"They were amazing!" Natasha exclaims. 

"They were delicious, doll. Thanks for the treat," Bucky adds while Natasha moves to the centre of the room to speak to a lady. 

Sam jogs up close to Bucky. "Did I hear her say cookies? You got any more for us, Y/N? We all had a bite, and then suddenly they were all gone, poof!"

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed them," you giggle as you add, "I'll probably make something new this evening. I'll bring them tomorrow night."

"No pressure doll. Sam's just being an idiot. You don't have to make us anything..." Bucky adds as he elbows Sam softly before grabbing his bottled water and taking a sip.

"I enjoy baking, so it's no problem. I was actually wondering, between you and Steve, who's bigger?"

Bucky chokes on his water as Sam laughingly says, "Bucky got the bigger package if that's what you're asking."

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky growls as he closes his water before he attempts to start talking. "Doll-"

"Oh, hell," your cheeks burn as your heart rate skyrockets from humiliation. "I really didn't plan that out in my head. I just meant, between Bucky and Steve, if I have extra cookies or sweets, who should get more? Who has the bigger energy requirement?" You look at your shoes as you try to slow your racing heart before slowly looking up.

"Bucky's the biggest, meanest one here. He's the biggest in all the ways," Sam keeps laughing.

"Shut up, Sam!" Bucky elbows him, making Sam flinch. "I swear to God..."

"What, I'm helping!" Sam chuckles as he steps away from Bucky, heading to the gym door.

"I'll help you into an early grave," Bucky says to the departing figure before he meets your eyes. His cheeks are tinted pink as he runs a hand through his long hair. "Doll-"

"Barnes, are you staying for the class?" Natasha interrupts whatever he was going to say. "We're starting in three minutes." You look around and see most of the ladies from the shelter have arrived.

"Wish I could, Red," Bucky replies to Natasha before he smiles at you. "I should get going before Martha gets here. Have fun, Y/N," he states before turning around and exiting the gym.

The self-defence class is surprisingly both fun and very informative. Natasha is a great teacher, showing the group various basic moves such as palm strikes, and knees to the groin; as well as tips to distract an attacker. At the end of the class, you are tired but happy to have exercised and learned new moves.

Back at the shelter, you quickly shower and have dinner before you head to the kitchen and start making some peanut butter clusters. You're thankful that Martha allows you to bake in the kitchen at night.

You can't help smiling, thinking back on how flustered Bucky got with the conversation today. In all defence, you were a bit embarrassed as well, but it didn't stop your mind from thinking about all that was said. Just how big is Bucky...?

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[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

hey, you

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ amy’s birthday ficlet series ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

clint barton x reader prompt: love note (tags beneath the cut)

You raised an eyebrow in surprise as a balled-up napkin suddenly bounced gently off the side of your empty glass, narrowly avoiding the puddle of condensation from the bottle of beer sitting beside it. The bar was packed – you were barely avoiding brushing shoulders with the people on either side of you, but you were stubborn enough that being one of the first to claim a seat at the bar meant you weren’t giving up the stool. As strange as it was, you worked well with the noise, and the laptop in front of you was filled with the invoices to prove it.

Unfurling the napkin curiously, you felt a bemused smile touch your lips as you read the phrase scrawled across it.

Hey, you. Can I buy you a drink?

Looking up, you cast a confused look along the bar. It was rectangular in shape, with one side of it taken up by the shelves of endless liquor and spirit bottles, the other three swamped with patrons. While the main stretch of the bar was left open for those patrons who frequented the dance floor or the booths, yours and the one opposite were lined with stools. Your eyes finally settled on a man sitting almost directly across from you, and you smirked lightly as you recognized him. He returned the smile, raising two fingers and cocking them to the side in a small wave.

Pulling a pen out of your laptop bag, you scribbled your response below his first message, wadded up the napkin and tossed it back. He had to lean forward to catch it as it fell short.

Since when do you spend your Friday nights in bars, Barton?

Clint scrawled down another message on a new napkin, flagging down a bartender. They exchanged a couple of words before Clint handed him both a five-dollar bill and napkin, and a few minutes later both the note and another soda were set down in front of you.

Since it’s invoice day.

You smiled, cheeks warming. He caught your next reply without really looking, halfway through a mouthful of beer. You know, I’ll be at the cookout on the roof tomorrow – you could have just waited to see me then. I thought you hated noisy places like this.

Clint turned his head, tapping his ear pointedly. You shook your head in amusement; he’d taken his hearing aids out.

Raising your hands, you signed out a response slowly. You’d only started learning ASL after moving into Clint’s building and realizing your landlord had a terrible habit of leaving his hearing aids behind whenever he answered his door. You’d heard what had happened six months ago – Clint was still getting used to signing again himself – so you’d asked a girl from work to teach you in exchange for walking her dog whenever she was out of town.

Signing wasn’t something you were picking up easily, but you’d made some progress, and Clint had seemed grateful when you’d first started using it with him.

How did you know which bar I was at?

Clint’s expression softened from his usual wry amusement as he watched you, the affection in his eyes obvious even in the low light of the bar. Superhero prowess.

You rolled your eyes, amused, before signing back. You want to see me so bad, just ask me to coffee. I live right down the hall.

Clint grinned, finishing his beer before standing and finally making his way over to join you, tucking his hearing aids back into his ears as he went. He winced as he adjusted to the noise, but his smile quickly returned. He sidled up between you and the man to your right, and you swivelled on your stool to face him, your legs parting on either side of one of his. “Hi.”

Clint’s smile didn’t dissipate as he leaned one elbow on the bar, reaching up to almost idly touch a strand of hair that was hanging against your forehead. His fingers followed it down, tucking it behind your ear. Clint leaned forward as he did, his lips moving to the same ear to speak low, barely audible over the din. The tenor of his voice, the gentle warmth of his breath tickling the side of your neck, was enough to make a shiver settle in the small of your back. “You know you just said I should ask you to make out, right?”

You straightened, heat rushing into your face. There was a teasing smirk on his features, but his eyes read honest. “What? I said—”

“They’re really similar…” Clint explained, taking hold of your wrists gently. His fingers were warm and familiar against your skin. He moved them into a position similar to the sign you’d just done. “This is ‘coffee’…” he tilted your hands and led you through the same gesture. “And this is ‘make out’.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, I’m flattered, really, and I know that Gil said you L.A. girls were aggressive, but—”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. Clint groaned against your lips, melting into it immediately. One hand came up to take your waist, his thumb slipping up under the hem of your shirt, brushing against your sensitive skin. You heard a click as Clint closed your laptop, and you snickered against his lips as his hand slid into the hair by your ear.

When you finally broke apart, his hand lingered there, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

“So…” you said, nose bumping against his for a moment before you pulled back to meet his eye. You swallowed, steadying yourself as nerves bloomed in your belly despite yourself. “I guess I owe you a drink now.”

Clint smiled; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Guess so.”

You kissed him again, trailing your hand down from his chest to hook your fingers suggestively in his belt. “How about we make it a nightcap?”

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[hainethehero]

Steve x Bucky x Clint drabble...

"Why are you breakin' my heart?" Steve whimpers, tears in his ocean blue eyes.

Bucky shakes his head, running fingers through his hair impatiently. "Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry."

Steve swipes at his runny nose hastily, "No! Tell me what I did! Tell me what I did wrong!"

"Steve-"

"I did everything I could to get you back!" Steve wails, "I just got you back-"

"Darlin'-"

The blonde grabs a hold of Bucky's metal wrist and squeezes. "Just tell me what to do, Bucky. Tell me and I'll do it, please- please don't leave me, please-"

Bucky exhales heavily, his eyes stinging. "St- baby, you don't understand. I have to go-"

"Then take me with you," Steve interrupts, eyes wide and so full of hope, it breaks Bucky's own heart.

"Only one of us can go back, sweetheart," he explains gently, as if Steve didn't understand.

"You don't! You don't have to go, Bucky, please!"

Bucky makes a disapproving sound again. It's sickening to Steve's ears.

Steve hears himself crying- bawling, really- and it doesn't even sound like him. He's never heard himself so distraught and broken before. It's like the wailing cry of a dying animal. His throat burns from sobbing, his eyes are sore and blurry. Snot and tears run down his face.

Can Bucky not see just how sad he's making him?

Did Bucky even know that Steve's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? Like it'd jump out at any second and leave him cold and dead in the wake of Bucky's absence?

"Stevie..."

"Jamie please, please please please please..."

"Please-!"

*

"Steve? Sweetheart, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Steve's eyes pop open and he's suddenly back in Avengers Tower. His eyes are wet, tear tracks drying down his cheeks. His chest is heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. And his body feels paralyzed in abject fear.

A gentle hand strokes his face and caresses his jaw, petting him softly.

"It's okay," Bucky whispers, "only a dream, darlin."

Steve, still traumatized from his nightmare pushes Bucky away with a petulant growl. He curls up against the headboard, arms wrapped around his bent knees.

Clint, who's sleeping on the other side of Steve, startles awake from the sudden movement, eyes on high alert.

"Whas'at?"

Bucky stops for a few, totally confused at Steve pushing him away. He turns and flicks on the bedside lamp, setting the room in an incandescent glow. Clint winces and turns to put on his hearing aids.

"Steve?"

The blonde is still curled up in a tight ball, trembling from some imaginary cold. Bucky can hear the stifled hiccups and sniffles, a soft whining in the back of his throat. He crawls closer but doesn't touch Steve for fear he'd push away from him again.

"Baby boy, talk to me. What's gotten you so upset?"

Steve shakes his head stubbornly. Then he mutters, "You left me..."

Bucky frowns and shares a confused look with Clint who still looks delirious from being woken up so abruptly. "I'm- I'm right here sweetheart."

"Yeah baby," the archer grunts, voice rough from sleep, "Bucky ain't going nowhere."

Steve shakes his head harder and finally looks at them with a teary glare. His blue eyes are steely and electric as he points an accusatory finger at Bucky.

"Daddy left... said he didn't wanna stay... went back to-" a sob escapes from Steve's mouth and he buries his face in his palms again, whining like a kicked puppy.

"Went back to what baby?"

"Brooklyn... when I was smaller..." Steve mumbles through loud sniffles.

Clint cuts Bucky with a disappointed look as if Bucky could control what Steve dreamed about. Then he leans against the headboard with Steve and wraps the blonde in his arms. Bucky tries not to feel the sting of rejection when Steve willingly accepts Clint's touch.

"Oh come here, sweetpea," he murmurs, giving Steve's temple a smacking kiss that makes him squeak in slight amusement.

Bucky can't help but feel a little bitter at the dream version of himself in Steve's head. Why'd he have to go and ruin things, dammit?

"You know Bucky loves you, right?" Clint asks their boy.

Steve goes suspiciously quiet before nodding twice, face still buried in Clint's bare chest.

"And you know he'd never leave you, right?"

"But-" Steve starts, the feisty little fucker, but Clint gently admonishes his outburst.

"Ah ah, Daddy's talkin'."

Steve bites his lip, eyes big and cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Clint continues, "It was a nightmare, darlin. Scary? Sure. But real? Nah, Bucky's right here with you and me. Look at em."

Steve slowly pulls himself off of Clint's chest to look at Bucky, who's still looking a bit wary but more concerned than anything. He offers Steve a soft, encouraging smile and stretches out his metal hand on the bed. Steve's immediately drawn to the movement, blinking at the metal appendages thoughtfully. Then his brows furrow and his lips quiver- a telltale sign that he's about to burst into tears again.

Bucky almost pulls away but in an instant, he's got a lap full of a sobbing super soldier whose arms and legs wrap tightly around his body like a clingy spider.

"Thought you wanted to leave me for- ...for when I was tiny," he sniffs sadly.

Bucky absolutely melts and squeezes Steve tighter. "Oh baby doll, you're the same punk I loved all those years ago. Wouldn't make sense going back to the past when I've got you right here."

Steve mumbles something in response but it's all garbled and doesn't make sense. Clint chuckles and fondly pets Steve's downy blonde hair.

"Never gonna happen, sweetness. You're stuck with your Daddies forever."

Steve mutters out a quick, "'kay," and nods his head a couple times as if trying to reassure himself. Then he pouts and says, "Love you," in a small voice, pecking Bucky's lips shyly.

"Aw, you're so sweet, baby doll," Bucky praises, which makes Steve blush like crazy. He ducks his head and grumbles into Bucky's chest, sniffing.

Clint grins, then rolls his eyes. "Alright baby boy, let's get you tucked in to bed."

Bucky arranges Steve off his lap and back in his former sleeping space between himself and Clint. The blonde, clad only in soft lacy underwear and fuzzy blue socks snuggles back into Clint's waiting arms, while Bucky presses their chests together. He wraps his arms around Bucky's middle, while Bucky gently guides Steve's head to rest on his ample bicep. Steve's nose brushes the man's stubble, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing in absolute comfort of being sandwiched by his Daddies.

"Good night baby," Bucky whispers into his hair, while Clint slips a warm hand past the delicate waistband of Steve's lacy underwear. He carefully avoids Steve's little prick and just rubs his belly in slow, comforting motions.

Steve doesn't have any more nightmares that night.

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[darkwaveho]

Birthday Tantrum

Stranger Au

Summary: The first time you and Natasha see each other since your big argument.

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Reader

Warnings: angst, cursing, brief mention of child loss, verbal abuse, mental abuse, self-harm, blood, manipulation, guilt tripping

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“Nat don’t keep standing there staring at her you need to fix this, go talk to her.” Clint says. as he sips his beer. “The longer you wait the longer this is going to fester.” Natasha had been trying for the last few days to talk to you, every advance was ignored text messages, calls, voicemails, she even sent you a shit ton of emails. Natasha sips her beer looking away from your figure for the first time today. No one knew if you would actually show up to Lila’s birthday because of your fight with Nat but she held on hoping that you would. and now that you’re here she doesn’t even have the courage to talk to you how can she fix this mess she made? how can she unsay those words she said to you that day?

“I don’t know if I can Clint. I can tell she’s disgusted by me, that’s a first.” you wouldn’t even look at her you greeted everybody except her. the tension was felt between you two but only Clint and Laura knew the whole details about what happened. “I’m sure that’s not true C’mon this is your chance. After the ignored calls, texts, and voicemails I thought you would have leaped at her when you saw her at the door.” He knows she’s nervous that’s understandable, but he was not going to let her stand here and sulk when she could be fixing the problem. he gives her a small push when he sees you picking up dishes and walking inside the house. “Go, this is your chance Nat. and don’t dig a bigger hole for yourself watch what you say and how you say it.” She scuffs at the ending of his speech. She walks up the stairs and stops when she gets to the door maybe this isn’t the right time its Lila’s birthday for crying out loud. Natasha looks over her shoulder to find Clint giving her encouraging motions to go inside. 

Natasha walks in the kitchen finding you by the sink. With your back turned to her you still know she’s behind you; you feel her presence. You try to prolong washing this last dish. Putting all your effort into it you want it looking spotless, you want anything to take your mind off of her figure behind you. When it’s clear you aren’t turning around any time soon Natasha makes her presence known by clearing her throat and giving you a small greeting. “Hi.” you tense at hearing her voice. hearing her voice this small when a few days ago her tone was drastically different. you greet her in return while still keeping your back towards her. “Hey” Well at least you spoke to her right? Maybe she can just get straight to it and rip the band aid off. She was ready to beg and plead some more. “I miss you.” She speaks cautiously. 

“Yeah, I bet.” You speak as you turn around to finally face her. Okay, ouch that hurt, did you not miss her? “I miss you too” your response gets her to smile instantly as she moves closer to you. You hold your hand up to halt her movements. “I actually have to talk to you about something.” She’s a little worried now this was something separate from the aftermath of the argument. She nods her head not trusting her voice at the moment. “It’s about the Bone marrow results.” you say. Natasha’s eyebrows raise waiting patiently for you to continue. you inhale and release a shaky breath. “After we tried IVF and it failed the last few times, I thought maybe I’m just too damaged to carry a child.” you release a humorless laugh. “Hell, Maybe I’m just too damaged to have a child in general after what happened.” Natasha quickly interrupts you. 

“Look at me please, you’re not damaged, never say that.” She wipes the fallen tears from your face as you continue speaking. “I found out a week ago, but I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure that this was happening that it was real.” You found out a week ago and you’re just no telling her? The whole time during the argument you knew then that you were pregnant. She really feels like shit now. If things turned out differently, if she would’ve just listened to how you were feeling. Most importantly if she never said what she said none of this would be happening right now, she would’ve had the news much sooner than now. “And it’s real this time Nat, I was going to pull you aside after the party but since we’re alone right now.” you reach inside your jacket pocket and hold out the item for Natasha to take. her eyes follow your movements until her eyes land the pregnancy test. her breath hitches and her mind running at a mile a minute as she stands in front of you.

“What?” “Are you- are you sure?” you nod as you show her the positive pregnancy test. “Oh my god,” She grabs your face and pulls you into a heated kiss. her hands start trailing your body. you have to stop her before she gets carried away. “Nat-” you moan as she’s eagerly trying to keep the kiss going. “Natasha, stop.” she whines but pulls away “Why? What’s wrong?” she says curiously. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” You say, looking away from her. She steps back searching for eye contact. “What do you mean this doesn’t change anything? This changes everything, this is what we’ve been waiting on for so long and now you’re just changing the plans because of a stupid argument.”

“For me this doesn’t change anything, not between us, and the fact that you still see it as a petty argument between us is the goddamn problem. We aren't in this situation because of the argument, we are in this situation because of what you said during it. It's silent for a moment. Natasha knows you have more to say so she anxiously nibbles on her bottom lip. “What you said to me-” you take a shaky breath; she reaches out to comfort you, but you back away. “What you said to me was not okay, I can’t even process it and the fact that I’m even talking to you right now without screaming at the top of my lungs and losing my shit is a miracle.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t want to hear your apology, Natasha; it’s not doing anything.” If anything, each time she said those words made you angrier. A simple sorry was no longer going to work on you, especially in these circumstances. “Well, what will? what will fix this?” you don’t reply to her as fast as she’d hoped for, so she repeats the question more frantically. “Tell me what I need to do to fix this.”

 “I don’t know if we can.” she shakes her head “No I’m not accepting that especially now that our child will be affected by this.” You release a deflated sigh. You were tired of trying, tired of making excuses for her to treat you like someone she picked up on the way home. This was is a marriage, maybe somewhere down the line she lost sight of that.  

“I can’t Nat.”

“You won’t even try? it was one argument out of many that we’ve had before.” You shake your head no while looking down at the floor. “No” You don’t want anything stressing you out. This was stressful and could potentially cause you to lose the baby. Your response took her by surprise. “So, what I’m just not gonna see you until the baby’s born?” Missing appointments, ultrasounds, mommy and me classes. What am I supposed to do, watch through a glass window until you feel like I should see my child?” Natasha was not going to let that happen it’s one thing for her to miss out on things because of work but for you to intentionally ice her out during this life changing moment was fucking cruel.

“You were already missing appointments in the first place! I never complained, not once! maybe about making it home on time or making it to our dinner dates but I never complained about you missing the steps into having our child. now that I think about it, I fucking should’ve. A crucial part of our lives together and you were absent. I let you slide too many times, but I thought maybe she’s beating herself up enough about this one I’ll let it go.” How could she ever think that you would keep her from her child? No matter what happens between you two; you always want her involved. “Clearly I was wrong and don’t put words in my fucking mouth, I never said anything about excluding you from our child’s life! 

You pause to catch your breath trying to push the words off your tongue. you knew once you said them you had to stick to it. No more letting her slide. Natasha waits but she has a feeling whatever you’re going to say right now is going to break her even more than she is already.

“You just won’t be a part of mine anymore.”

“Please.” 

You shake your head and continue on ignoring her pleas. 

“I’ll text you whenever I have an appointment, whether you make it to it or not I’m not gonna stress about it anymore.” 

“Baby.”  

you hold your hand up, trying to stop her from speaking any further

“I’ll inform you about anything pertaining to our child.” 

“Y/n don’t do this.” 

you continue to ignore her as she rounds to the other side of the table

“Anything else not regarding our child is irrelevant to me now.” The way you’re talking to her right now is as if she’s in a courtroom getting a divorce, this is you divorcing her on the same day she finds out that she’s gonna be a mother. “You tell me we’re having a baby and now you don’t want me anymore? This isn’t fair Y/n! You don’t get to do this! you don’t get to give up on us!” she slams her hand on the table

“Why not? you gave up a long time ago, what was it you said?” you pretend to think for a moment. “Ah right I was ‘overly needy’. Is that what drove you away from me? because I needed you to love me? I needed your reassurance? Were my night terrors too much for you? You couldn’t do for me what I did for you. and you never even had to ask me to do any of those things. I did them on my own, out of love.”

She didn’t realize she made you feel this way, now she really feels like a shitty person, a shitty wife. this also feels like you’re punishing her though, punishing her for being busy, if you truly loved her surely the new of bearing a child could overcome something said out of anger in an argument, right?  “Dammit Y/n, why are you doing this to me?”

“There it is again; you play the victim as if I was the one throwing your trauma in your face. I never did that, and I never will because that’s fucked up. and fuck you for not getting that through your brain.” She’d rather not have this conversation here; she didn’t want to have this conversation at all. she came here to win you back thinking what she had planned would work but she was blindsided by the joyous surprise of her unborn child that deterred her plan. She cautiously stalks towards you trying to bring this back to a calm civil conversation. 

“Please can we go home and talk about this?”

“That's not my home anymore Natasha. I’m done talking.” She grabs you, your back hits the wall from the collision of your bodies. She’s trying to kiss you, but you turn your head. “Natasha, No.” A kiss wasn't going to fix this either. It doesn't matter that her lips aren't connecting with yours, she's brushing her lips across your face anyway, hoping that you will give in. eyes closed, lip quivering, head pressed to yours. Natasha was moments away from losing it if you didn't accept her apology and at least try to work things out. This was different from any other fight you two have had. You’re pregnant, you were having her baby. 

“Please, Angel–” Natasha whispers softly as her head finds its home in the crook of your neck. standing there panting Natasha thought the more she pushed trying to solve this the more it pushed you away. Was she making things worse? should she have just given you more time and space? “Don’t call me that!” You shove her away from your body. Sweet nicknames weren’t going to do the trick either. She hasn’t called you that in so long it makes sense that she would pull that card out now in the moment. The desperation was clear.

She drags her hands down her face frustratedly “Can you please stop, stop this. Tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it. I fucking love you, how can you just leave me like this? This is being blown way out of proportion. I said one thing; one thing and you decide you don’t love me. Did you ever love me? because it sure doesn’t feel like it with the way you’re so easily leaving and giving up!” She yells at the top of her lungs; the last few days have been hell without you. She doesn't know how much longer she can go on staying in that empty house alone that you both designed together. 

“How can you say that? How can you even let those word fall from your goddamn mouth? Did I ever love you? Are you hearing yourself right now? All I ever did was love you!” You yell right back at her even louder. It seems like whatever you just said to Natasha went right in one ear and out the other. “If you love me then why not try fixing this! You were trying to spare this from coming out of your mouth but at the moment you had no control. Your anger was too much to conceal. you move away from the sink finally, rounding to the other side of the wood table. Natasha follows you as she waits for your reply.

“I fucking hate you right now!” You didn’t want to but you did. you could barley look at her without feeling the urge to breakdown. Natasha is dumbfounded right now, she can’t even move. You hated her now? She never thought of those words coming out of your mouth. This is a damn nightmare and Natasha just wants to wake up, she wants to wake up so desperately. She wanted to break down in front of you right now, you hated her. The love of her life, the mother of her unborn child, her guardian angel; her angel face, hated her. 

Natasha’s breathing is shallow that really knocked the wind out of her. you hate her. In the moments of it being quiet that’s all she can think about. You never said that to her before, she’s never said that to you either and hearing you say it sparks a newfound anger in her that you have never been on the receiving end of until now. 

“Don’t fucking say that!” She clinches her teeth and sets her jaw. “You don't hate me, say it!” You stay silent. you won’t sugarcoat things; you won’t lie to her. The only word you could use to describe how you felt was hate. 

“I said fucking say it!” She throws a glass cup against the wall making you flinch at the contact. You're not a stranger to Natasha and her outbursts, whenever something didn't go her way and she couldn't handle the emotions she lashed out. She threw tantrums. You sigh heavily, this was getting nowhere, and you just wanted to be far away from her. For the first time ever, she made you sick. You finally let your tears fall that you surprisingly held in for dear life. Natasha comes down from her episode realizing she could have hurt you, triggered your anxiety, she would have hurt the baby. 

“I’m– sorry” she says as she rushes over to stand in front of you. “Shit! sorry you, okay?” you wipe your tears and void all eye contact with her. She is searching and trying so hard to catch your gaze again. She fucked up; her emotions got the best of her again. “Like I said I'll let you know about everything.” Natasha finally releases a sob as she falls to her knees in front of you. She’s hugging your thighs like her life depended on it.

Clint finally steps in the room hearing the argument and sound of broken glass from the backyard. Maybe he should’ve told Natasha to wait until after the party. He was just trying to help his best friend fix her mistake. Now he thinks this only made it worse and he played a part in it. He kneels pulling Natasha away from you. “Hey Natasha, stop, you have to let y/n go. That’s enough maybe you can talk it out another day but right now you need to–” 

“No!” Natasha turns to point in your direction. “Y/n I’m not letting you leave here until we fix this! Clint won’t be able to hold her much longer so he yells for Steve’s help. “Clint get off of me!” he was gonna need back up he really didn’t want to fight his best friend on his daughters birthday. but the rage Natasha had in her at this moment was slowly changing his mind about it.

Steve enters the room confused but doesn’t question clints request to help restrain his best friend. “Y/n go she’s not in her right mind right now.” Natasha struggles to get out of the super soldier and the archers hold. 

“Baby, wait! Don’t leave, please.” She screams while uncontrollably sobbing in Steve and Clints hold right now but the sight of you inching closer to the door and leaving her once again has her fight or flight senses kicking in. She leans her head on Clint’s dining room table for a moment as she pounds her fist against the table the force behind each pound increases each time. Clint thinks she’s trying to calm down, so he and Steve release their hold on her, which they instantly regret the moment they do it.

“Natasha what the hell!” Clint moves quickly to grab a rag on the counter.

  Natasha slammed her face down on the table. Her nose is broken for sure. You heard it before you could even touch the door handle. You turn back in terror seeing her like this, bloody, breathless and broken. it makes you feel like shit for doing this to her. for making her feel like this, but you keep remembering why you're here in the first place, and how she knows how to pull you back in when she knows you're at your limit. This was a way for her to reel you back in, seeing her hurt; hurt you. It was a low thing to do but she was desperate. Clint noticed the slight loss of confidence you had about walking out that door. He doesn't want you to regret not sticking to your gut. If anything, Natasha's action just showed him you needed to leave. 

“Y/n, we got this, go.” Clint says to you once more. when you finally find your will to move out the door, you hear an earth-shattering scream following behind you. you nearly crumble on your way down the front steps. Laura steps away from the kids when she sees you, the physical and emotional hurt on your face was evident she needed to check on you. “What happened sweetie?” You close your eyes trying to shake the image of your wife’s bloody face from your mind, you knew it would be difficult, but you had no idea things would end up this way. “I’m pregnant.” Well, that was great news Laura thought, so what the hell happened in the kitchen? 

“But that doesn’t change anything for you and Nat?” How did she know everything? Honestly, she was a god scent, the way she knew things before you could even tell her and how she had a solution to fix it. This was very different, there was no solution to this, at least not now. “No.” You finally shake your head to answer her previous question. “Maybe you both just need space and time from each other and possibly revisit everything after the baby’s born.” She rubs your back soothingly.

“Yeah” you say. wiping your tears and leaning away from her embrace “Tell Lila happy birthday for me again and that I’m sorry for leaving early.” you pull away from Laura quickly not giving her time to respond. You make your way to your car frantically grabbing your keys. you need to get out of here, being in the same area as Nat was not doing your body any good right now. especially not after what she did in the kitchen. “Mama what’s wrong with Auntie Nat?” Laura sighs she’s not going to lie to her kids, but she wasn’t going into details either. “Auntie Nat is in pain right now baby.” Lila pouts a bit at the response. “You think a picture will make her feel better?” Laura leans down to kiss Lila’s cheek. “That always seems to make her feel better why don’t you give it a shot and when you’re done, we’ll give it to her tomorrow she’s tired now, I’m sure.” Lila nods her head and runs to her room to get started on the drawings.

“Come on Nat, what happened?” Natasha finally calmed down from her outburst she’s embarrassed with the way you looked at her. the horror she saw on your face, but she couldn’t handle it. she gained a child but lost her marriage and lost you that was never in the plans. “I’m gonna be a mom.” She puts on a small happy smile that quickly replace with sorrow. “And Y/n doesn’t want me anymore.” her voice breaks while trying to get the words out. “I’m sure that’s not true, just give her some time. And with that stunt you pulled in the kitchen, you’re gonna be supervised whenever Y/n has an appointment. That can’t happen again Nat. Y/n can take legal action and then what? You won’t be as involved with your baby unless she decides to make that choice.” Natasha shoots her head up from his shoulder at what he just said, would you really do that? would you really get the government involved? you wouldn’t keep her from her child, would you? No, Natasha shakes the thought from her mind. “She wouldn’t do that.” 

“You don’t know that Nat, look I’m not trying to upset you again I’m just trying to make you understand the consequences of your actions. If y/n decides to take this to court, you could be ruled unfit. She didn’t want to hear this shit, she just wanted you. She just wanted to be at home on the couch with her hand on your belly talking about what color to paint the nursery, baby names, and everything else that comes with the news of a baby being born. “I just want my wife; I want my baby.” Natasha whispers it over and over again until she nods off from all the exhaustion her body has been through today. One thing for sure Natasha did indeed dig herself a bigger hole than she was in before letting her anger and emotions cloud her judgement caused all of this, but she was determined to wait it out. to wait on you to come around and forgive her so you both can be present and parenting under the same roof. she would wait for however long it took.

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little situation | part 2.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader 

Word Count: 2.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Steve didn’t realize how small his couch was until he had to sleep on it. He tossed and turned until he found a semi-decent sleeping position. It felt weird when he woke up, not at 6 a.m. S.H.I.E.L.D. had given him a week off for the new adjustment with you and he thought it’d be best to forgo his usual routine until you both had adjusted.

So instead of going for a morning run, Steve got up and quietly slipped into his bathroom to get ready. As he stepped out of the bathroom, you rose to life. Steve waited for you to stretch and put your hearing aids back in before speaking.

“We’ll get breakfast and then go shopping.”

“Okay.”

He left so you could get ready. You stepped out in a different zip up hoodie and the same leggings. The only shoes you had were the ones that the random agent gave you, still too big no matter how tightly the laces were pulled. Steve noticed the change in hair color after you came out of the shower, having shampooed and conditioned more times than probably healthy for your hair, but he didn’t say anything. When the two of you reached the street, Steve realized he had already messed up and the day hadn’t even begun.

You had taken a taxi home from the airport because he had been taken to the airport by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to fight the Battle of New York. Now this morning, looking at the street he saw his mode of transportation. A motorcycle. That didn’t even have a sidecar or helmet. He didn’t need Clint to tell him this was absolutely not safe for a child. He opened his phone to call Natasha.

“I don’t have a car.”

“Can you drive one?”

“I… no.”

“I’ll tell Nick I can’t come in today.”

You and Steve looked comical as you both sat on the curb waiting for Nat. He was already trying to think about how he was going to rearrange his schedule. He had to find some time to learn to drive, and then get the license… and learn sign language from Clint, and take care of you, and find a babysitter when he went on missions, and… Steve shook his head. The list was getting longer and longer and he was starting to question if twenty-four hours was enough in a single day to do even half of the list. He also had the growing realization that he now had to catch up to the twenty-first century quicker than he had planned.

Nat finally showed up and Steve opened the backdoor for you to climb in. The three of you stopped at a cafe for breakfast. They watched you take small bites and not talk as everyone ate.

“You changed your hair,” Nat commented. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you do it this morning?”

“Unh-unh. Last night. Ste— Da— He did it.”

You pointed your fork at Steve. They both saw how you tried to figure out what to call him but none of the words seemed to fit right in your mouth. And Steve was no help because he didn’t know himself what sounded right. So for now you both seemed to accept the vague word of ‘he’.

“Good work, Rogers,” Nat said.

Breakfast was finished and the first place it was agreed that you would stop was the clothing store. You got fitted for a couple pairs of shoes and clothes. Nat and Steve let the store clerk lead you around and find things that you liked. They hung a ways back so they could talk.

“It’s blonde.”

“Yeah, definitely mine then.”

“You ready for this?”

“Not at all.”

“Everyone would understand if—”

“Nat. She’s my kid. I’m not adding onto her problems by giving her away.”

“Alright. You know they’re going to train her right?”

“What?”

“Steve, this isn’t a normal child. If Nick just wanted to tell you she was yours, you might never have actually known. She’s a mini super-soldier and trained by HYDRA. The agency isn’t going to let it go.”

“They can train her all they want, she doesn’t fight.”

“Steve…”

“No. That’s a child. Normal or not. She doesn’t fight.”

“Okay, Captain. But when the time comes, I don’t know if you’ll have much of a choice… oh that jacket looks nice.” Nat’s voice changed so quickly as you approached them.

You frowned and looked at Steve, pointing to the flowers on the jean jacket. “I can’t tell—”

“Light purple.”

Steve quickly answered, sensing how you were growing frustrated. He used to be like that when he came across certain shades that made it damn near impossible to try and guess. He relied on Bucky usually to subtly tell him which color he was looking at and would always just say dark or light because using the specific color name meant nothing to Steve.

“I want blue but light like this.”

Steve nodded and walked with you to where you had found the jackets. He sorted through until he found the pale turquoise flowers decorating one. You nodded and shrugged out of the other jean jacket to put it back on the rack. The bags were reasonable, you only bought enough. It was two loads of laundry at the absolute most.

The furniture was even quicker than clothes. You lived a simple life but Steve wasn’t sure if that was your actual personality or if it was because that’s how HYDRA forced you to live. It was just a bed— mattress ordered for delivery— a dresser and bookshelf. Steve had to convince you to buy a singular nightstand and lamp.

“Do you guys have dinner?” Nat asked as the car pulled up in front of the apartment building.

“We still have some leftover pizza.”

“I hope you’re not going to feed the kid pizza every night.”

“We’ll go grocery shopping after we put up the stuff. The store’s a five minute walk… oh, be careful Sarah, or not.”

Both Steve and Nat looked in surprise as you lifted the two large boxes that held the pieces that made up your dresser and bookshelf. It shifted a little and Steve grabbed the bigger of the two boxes from you, handing you the smaller nightstand instead. You weren’t as strong as him having only half of his serum-jacked genes but you were clearly stronger than the average twelve year old.

“We’ll be fine Nat, thank you. I’ll see you next week.”

“Thank you, Ms. Natasha,” you said before walking up the stairs to enter the building.

Steve gave a final waved to his friend before rushing to follow you. The mattress arrived just as you two came from the grocery store. You put up the groceries while Steve started to set up the furniture. It had been a day and even though the kitchen was now fully stocked, both you and Steve agreed on finishing the leftover pizza.

“Your mother, Elise. What was she like?” Steve asked, tentatively. He didn’t want to upset you like yesterday.

You looked at the pizza and then Steve, before sighing in resolve. There wasn’t much you could remember about her now. Her face was even starting to become fuzzy, they killed her the day after you had turned seven. She was your teacher and only friendly face. Big hair, she had big hair.

“She was nice.”

The DMV lady was also nice. She let you sit in her office while Steve was learning to drive. He had a week. He really had all the time in the world but Steve felt he needed to learn as quickly as possible and was determined to do it before going back to work. So Nat dropped you two off at the DMV and the nice lady let you sit in her office. You were watching TV in the break room, intrigued since you had never been allowed to watch TV before.

“You’re doing good, Captain Rogers.”

Steve almost laughed, even the DMV people used his title.

“Not quite a motorcycle.”

The lesson continued for another hour, Steve picking up everything quickly— minus his slightly too wide turns. He thanked the instructor and they both exited the car and stepped back into the building. The office lady directed Steve towards the break room where you still were. He heard the workers whispering to themselves as he walked by, people tended to forget he had super hearing not just strength.

Most of it was about you, trying to figure out who’s kid it was because no one believed it was Steve’s. The most funny but incorrect one was that you were related to Happy Sam Sawyer— one of his former Howling Commandos and the only black one— and had no family left or maybe were just visiting and that’s why you were there.

“Sarah, we’re all done.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Steve in the doorway. You jumped up from the couch and followed him out the building to the bus stop. Nat couldn’t pick you up since she actually had work. Steve and you got off two stops early to your confusion.

“Your apartment isn’t on this street.”

“Your file said your mom taught you a lot. I figured you’d want some books.”

Even after watching your eyes light up in the store, Steve noticed the two of you walked out with only three books. One fiction, two not. He came to the conclusion that the simple life wasn’t your style but the only way HYDRA had allowed you to live.

You sat at the table while Steve cooked dinner. He was pretty sure snacks weren’t supposed to be before dinner but he gave you one of those weird popsicles in a plastic tube. You munched on it while reading a textbook.

“Anything interesting?” Steve asked, in attempts to make some form of conversation.

You looked up at him, mouth stained purple.

“The Romans used to make dodecahedrons out of bronze mainly. And Tomoko Fuse made an icosidodecahedron out of a single sheet of colored paper which seems impossible.”

“Icosidode… what?”

“Icosidodecahedron. A polyhedron with thirty-two faces, not all the same shape. Polyhedrons are 3-D objects made of polygons since polygons are only two dimensional and the icosidodecahedron uses triangles and pentagons as its poly— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to sound precocious, you just asked me to explain and, and…”

Steve set the spoon down and rushed over to where you were crying. What did HYDRA do to you?

“Woah, woah, woah, Sarah. Calm down. Calm down please.” Steve placed a hand on your knee. “Hey, hey, come on, doll don’t cry please. You’re not being precocious. You like this stuff and I asked you to explain.”

“They didn’t like it when I sounded too smart.”

“Well we’re not with them anymore are we? You’re smarter than me kid, that’s cool, okay. Whenever you want to share some smart thing with me, don’t hesitate. So icosidodecahelion?”

“Hedron,” you whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Icosidodecahedron.”

“Same difference, right?”

Steve smiled when you made a face as if he was dumb. That was the reaction he was looking for, something other than crying. He wiped at your tears and returned to the stove, asking you to finish your explanation from before the tears had started.

“Can we make one?” you asked as Steve set down the plate of pasta.

“Um, sure. What do we need?”

“I want to make it out of straws and ribbon.”

“Okay. We’ll get it tomorrow? After my lesson?”

You nodded and began to eat dinner. After you bid him a goodnight, Steve climbed into his bed thankful to not use the couch again. He groaned and rubbed his eyes wondering what he just agreed to make. He wasn’t sure if he was even going to remember the name by tomorrow afternoon.

More importantly he was worried about you hitting a breaking point. This was the second time in only three days something he’s done had made you cry. He was unsure about what caused a negative reaction and reminded you of HYDRA. Steve sat up again and grabbed his laptop and opened it up.

“Hi, Clint.”

“We’re learning emotions today, Cap. Do you remember the alphabet?”

(Part 3)...

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@sheshootsxruns -> " Come on Clint! You said you were gonna help me train for my PAT! " -young anya in the fire academy

It was not that he had forgotten that he had made that promise. Clint meant all the promises that he made, or at least he was trying to. Helping plucky recruits so they didn't wash out as many times as he had. (Granted he had additional challenges compared to most and plainly there were a lot of departments across the country that wouldn't even give him a glance; it's the hearing aids).

Eventually, he had made it through and found himself in Texas of all places. Damn state gave him a shudder but that more had to do with bad circus memories than anything else. Clint's proven that he was more than qualified. He didn't more dangerous shit back in his carnie days than he did now.

Part of his new deal on existence was simply this; to give back to people, to life, and be what he hadn't had growing up. So he had meant his promise to Anya that he'd drill her over the PAT as many times as she needed; probably push her twice as hard as any sargarent at the academy did. If he had to, if that's what she needed. Clint knows he had needed a kick in the ass, still did but he was managing life better.

He didn't forget, but the ex-carnie was entirely consumed this week with rotting in his apartment until Anya's at his door. His phone mostly forgotten unless he heard the ring tone or felt vibration pattern from the firehouse go off (he set that up so he never missed an emergency and it let him ignore everyone else).

Lucky and Bishop were bugging him about the door and he finally relents; opening it to Anya. Clint gives her a once over and sighs, hopefully it doesn't look like he's just come out of a nap but Anya's already known him to be a patented Barton mess. ❝ You sure you're up for what old Hawkeye got in store? ❞ He's told her about what he did in his youth and early twenties, right?

❝ You take Lucky's leash, the pups can come with us for the warmup jog.... Before we even start. ❞

#sheshootsxruns #THREADS -> sheshootsxruns #alcoholism cw #depression cw #me always making clint the saddest little post divorce man but also #always holding onto his circus origins cause its who he is and works for every verse #anyways hot mess on the loose #and setting this in lonestar cause you’ve seen that one #anyways clint helping anya and ensuring she's ready is cute #and he loves her. i need to make her a tag for this blog. thats his niece thank you very much #VERSE -> LONESTAR -> Member of the 126 #[ VERSE; FIREFIGHTER ] The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire

[themculibrary]

Long Fics Masterlist

20 questions (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 118k

Summary: Wasp has a new competition in store for the students of Avengers Academy, and there’s money involved. So obviously, Peter and Gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. Wait, what?

A Little Favor (ao3) - NatRogers steve/natasha, pepper/tony E, 138k

Summary: When Natasha decides she's ready to take on the next chapter of her life, she turns to a friend to ask for a little favor. It can't possibly get that complicated, can it?

Anew. (ao3) - IViv tony/stephen M, 130k

Summary: In death, there was no glory, no redemption, no salvation.

Only darkness and ice—or that was what Tony thought. He closed his eyes in a Siberian bunker and opened them again on his 41st birthday, with War Machine flying into the distance.

blondie (ao3) - luckybxrnes bucky/clint, steve/tony, wanda/natasha, pietro/peter T, 188k

Summary: when james buchanan barnes and clint barton meet for the first time, it ends with clint in a dumpster and a broken hearing aid.

maybe it wasn't his best idea to yell at another assassian and try to fight him on a rooftop.

eight years later, clint is a little smarter and james is trying his best to be okay.

Captivated (ao3) - missbecky steve/tony M, 281k

Summary: When Tony sustains a life-threatening injury, Steve takes him to a world where magic can heal any wound. But their happy ending swiftly becomes a nightmare when slavers attack, and Tony is captured and taken away. After months apart, they are finally reunited, but the quest to save Tony is only just beginning.

Cold Hearted (ao3) - Xythia loki/tony E, 132k

Summary: Sometimes the best defense is indeed a good offense. Which means, if you ask Tony Stark, that you should give the most Machiavellian, twisted and ruthless bastard you've ever met every reason to act in humanity's best interest.

Deep in the Heart of Me (ao3) - Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) steve/tony E, 244k

Summary: Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

everybody wants to rule the world (ao3) - bevioletskies gamora/peter T, 109k

Summary: Peter is the one and only heir to the Celestial throne. Gamora is expected to successfully lead the Titans to conquer the galaxy. A political alliance is in the works, and there may or may not be wedding bells in the air.

Alternately: Peter and Gamora find themselves in an arranged marriage and want nothing to do with it, but might need each other more than they think if they want to escape their genocidal fathers forever.

For Whose Love I Rise and Fall (ao3) - Yeetmeaway steve/natasha M, 195k

Summary: In 1943 Hydra unleashes a deadly virus in its quest to create a new world order-- one that turns its hosts into vampire-like creatures. 75 years later, humanity is on the brink of extinction, protected only by the hunters of SHIELD. Natasha has already lost so much to this-- they are fighting a losing battle and everyone can feel it. But, for the first time in years SHIELD has hope, the possibility of a cure. What else will she give to bring an end to this nightmare?

Friday Night Lights (ao3) - beezyland steve/natasha T, 276k

Summary: Coming off a heartbreaking loss their previous season, the Lieber High Avengers, led by ex-military first year head coach Nick Fury, need all the help they can get when the next football season brings teenage drama and heartbreaking injuries.

AKA A Friday Night Lights AU where Natasha is the coach’s daughter and Steve is big enough to be a linebacker, but only wants to play quarterback, a position secured by Bucky, his football machine of a best friend destined to play college ball. Well, at least, before the accident.

Hate doesn't even describe it (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 153k

Summary: Steve hated Natasha. Natasha hated Steve. Everything was fine until their parents decided to fuck shit up for them...

I Said “I Love You,” What Does it Matter if I Lie to You? (ao3) - Lelantus steve/tony M, 95k

Summary: 18 year old Tony Stark is your typical teenager. Well, except for how he’s the playboy billionaire heir to Stark Industries and working on two PhDs. Oh, and 6 months ago he was kidnapped by - well, no one really knows who. Since his rescue (excuse you, Tony liberated himself), he’s also been keeping a pretty big secret. Here’s a hint: it’s shiny, red and gold, and flies. Tony’s had a productive couple of months, but the fact that his grandfather keeps trying to hire bodyguards for his “safety” is really putting a cramp in his ability to keep his secret superhero identity, well, a secret.

Steve Rogers wakes up in 2015 and finds out that he’s missed 70 years (Oh god, does this mean he’s 94?), a revelation that he handles with much less grace than usual. Mostly, Steve just wants to be Captain America again, but on his own terms and without a lot of fanfare. To fill the time while Steve tries to figure out the best way to resurrect a dead superhero, his good friend Isaac Stark offers him a job: bodyguard to Isaac’s grandson, Tony Stark - who seems to get into a surprising amount of trouble for a teenager. “There’s no better introduction to the 21st century than through Tony,” says Isaac. Somehow, Steve is not reassured.

Las Vegas (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 219k

Summary: Steve was freaking out over his own wedding and the gang decided to take him to Las Vegas to unwind him.

Nameless (ao3) - AvaKelly bucky/clint M, 101k

Summary: A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.

"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.

The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"

"I put it there."

peter's stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark steve/tony T, 175k

Summary: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

strays (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony T, 85k

Summary: Tony will take whatever he can get from Steve, which is pathetic, because he’s not even really friends with him.

Or, the highschool!AU where Pepper is Tony's much-needed therapist, Darcy is his parter in crime, Bruce needs to go through puberty, Clint shows up to school with bruises and Steve just wants everyone to get through this intact.

Such Sweet Revenge (ao3) - ali_aliska bucky/tony M, 167k

Summary: When the Rogues are back in the States after being pardoned, the New Avengers want nothing to do with them and as far as Tony is concerned, if he never speaks to them again, it'll be too soon. After all, he didn't spend the last year putting himself (and his family) back together only for his former co-workers to ruin all of his hard work.

But then he gets a hand-written letter from the Winter Soldier himself, apologizing for the events that transpired and an off-handed comment from Rhodey about Rogers failing to take care of an obviously miserable Bucky Barnes sets in motion Tony's new, oh-so-evil plan to get some payback.

After all, what better revenge than to steal the Winter Soldier away from his best friend?

The only problem: Tony sucks at being vengeful, but apparently he's an expert at inadvertently falling in love.

Teacher what cha’ gonna do? (ao3) - ArieHolmesJr steve/tony E, 82k

Summary: Steve Rogers is in his last year in college which means he will soon graduate. Unfortunately, on the first day he learns that he has a new Statistics teacher- who is an asshole by the way -and things quickly turn in a way he didn’t expect.

Winterheart (ao3) - orphan_account loki/tony M, 144k

Summary: For his crimes, Loki’s punishment began in a lonely and endless winter. For Tony’s sacrifice, his imprisonment began with a rescue.

A story of ugliness and beauty, inside and out, and learning what the word ‘monster’ really means.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #superlong #superlong masterlist #masterlists

[spooderman04]

Forewarning: this reeks of 2012 avengers fan fiction but just roll with it alright

Also it’s not a coherent thought but that’s besides the point

So you remember 5+1? Yep your right here’s another one

5 times Tony surprised the avengers with languages, and one time …

1. Tony can speak Russian.

2. Tony knows ASL

3. Tony speaks Dora

4. Tony knows Arabic (idk some kidnapping language

5. Tony speaks Italian (idek)

+1. I have no idea please repost and help me figure out

1. Tony walks into kitchen ethier early in morning or late at night. Nat is also there. Nat is venting in Russian. Include self doubt or background reference. Maybe both. Tony walks in purposely making his footsteps heavy so he doesn't get a knife to the skull, and responds in Russian. Nat is obviously surprised and they talk. Or not. They could just watch a movie and never speak of it again idk.

2. Clint tries to hide the fact he's deaf so they don't see him differently. Yes, Nat knows. She always knows. Clint had it taken out of his shield file a long time ago. He can lip-read and has basically invisible hearing aids. An emp takes out Clint's hearing aids during some small fight or something. Clint doesn't have a spare and has to last through briefing and life at the tower until they can give him a new pair in the morning. He just wants a bagel in silence and runs into the team in the kitchen cuz Tony never sleeps, Steve, Nat, and Bruce get up at the buttcrack of dawn, and Thor just likes poptarts. But anyways the team finds out, Clint's tired and can't lipread 6 people at once. And Tony kinda emerges from the shadows like finally I have some hearing aid designs I want you to try out… but in ASL. Nat also knows ASL. Cuz why the freak not. And Clint's kinda like, what? how did you know, and how do you know ASL?? (In ASL btw, just to confuse Steve) and Tony kinda shrugs it off and says he hacked shield remember (but Clint knows better. He knows he's just as observant as him and was probably just waiting for Clint to willingly tell the team (yes he's made 7 prototypes already)) and Clint kinda drops that one in favor of asking where he knew ASL from. Tony says the original Jarvis taught him some, and learned everything after hiring a deaf employee. Or maybe he learned it after he found out about Clint. Nat respects him for respecting Clint. She talks to Fury about changing her recommendation.

3 ok so basically after Afghanistan Tony learned as many languages as he could, especially the less common ones typically used but potential kidnappers. So he learns Dora (similar to the wakandan language) uhhh idk team goes to wakanda for some reason, maybe Bucky, Bucky's a good option. anywaysss. idk someone talks in wakandan, maybe like the guards or other people walking around, maybe okoye to techalla or shuri. He ends up in shuris lab cuz they're science nerds do you expect otherwise. And shuri kinda just says ethier smarter than he looks or another white boy for me to fix. If it's the latter Tony can respond with and a nerdy teenager in need of a father figure for me to adopt. Or something like that whie in wakandan and he gets a shocked look and a smile before shuri says “a competent white boy for me to fix”

4. Team gets kidnapped. Kidnappers speak some wierd language not even natasha knows, and clint dosnt even know how to ask “can i pet your dog” in said language, and the kidnappers think no one knows what theyre saying because everyone just looks confused as all get out, or drugged out of their minds ie. bruce and thor, and once they spill a location or the evil plan or somthing tony can use he responds in this random language no one knows, the kidnapperslook shocked, and a few seconds later a suit breaks in with shield on its tail rescuing them. Yeah i know not as funny but im tired okay

5. Yeah the rest idk what to do with

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂

5. ??? I need help guys

If u got ideas add em cuz I'm bored and don't know where to go😂

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[lcstinthestars]

Introducing The Professional Mess Up  Clint Barton

Tw : Abuse, Alcoholism mention 

THE BASICS;

NAME: Clint Barton 

ALIAS(ES): Hawkeye

AGE: Thirty-Six

PRONOUNS & GENDER: Male He/Him

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: June 18th, Gemini 

FACECLAIM: Peter Gadiot 

AESTHETICS: Mismatched Bandages covering his skin, the smell of alcohol and regret seems to trail in his wake.  calloused hands and broken eyes.   

A DEEPER LOOK;

BACKGROUND: Clint Barton never had anything handed to him.  Barney and Clint suffered at the hands of their Father’s alcoholism.  The more he drank, the more bruises they had to hide at school.  When he was nine his father’s drinking killed him and his mother Edith.  This left Barney and Clint bouncing from Foster Home to Foster Home.  Till eventually they found a Traveling Circus and signed themselves up. Clint used his time in the Circus to master Acrobatics and Archery.  Using these skills to develop his own Sideshow act in hopes of saving enough money to finally get him and Barney a home.    Clint’s journey as Hawkeye began as a petty thief before crossing paths with The Avengers one to many times.  He joined wanting to finally do some good with his life. One of his first missions with the Avengers left Clint deaf when he activated a sonic arrow head in his mouth to be able to avoid being mind controlled.  Since this incident he wears Stark Tech hearing aids, and primarily communicates through sign language with his closest friends.  He often turns them off when he’s done being annoyed and pretends the batteries died. This put him on the path to joining SHIELD.  This is where he met his future Ex-Wife Bobbi Morse.  Despite Clint genuinely loving her, their relationship was doomed from the start. Clint only knew himself as a dumpster fire and that lead to him sabotaging their relationship at every turn.   Black Widow was one of the few constants in his life, no matter what he tried Nat was always there for him and he for her.  The next woman who would weed themselves into his life would be Kate Bishop.  The only person Clint would want to inherit his title of Hawkeye.  She was a good kid, unlike Clint.  He knew she could be a hero the world needed.  

WEAPONS: Custom Bow and Trick Arrows 

POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: Master Marksman, Keen Eyesight, Peek Olympic Human Condition, Expert Acrobat, Master Martial Artist 

GREATEST STRENGTH: His tactical skills.  Despite Clint not thinking highly of himself, Clint is a natural born leader. 

GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: Self Destruction. 

ONE FEAR: Losing the few remaining people he has in his life.

ONE HOPE: That his good would out weigh the bad he has done in his life. 

HEADCANON(S):  Clint has three people cares about above even himself.  Bobbi Morse (Ex-Wife), Natasha Romanoff (Work-Wife), Kate Bishop (Protégé).  They are his better halves.   Clint is grateful to Stark for building him custom hearing aides, though he’ll never say it out loud.  He doesn’t like giving Tony the satisfaction.   Clint lost contact with his brother after he became an Avenger and hasn’t heard from him in years.  He isn’t sure he’d want too at this point.  He’s been trying to bury his past for years.

THE QUESTIONNAIRE;

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT BEING DROPPED INTO THE CAMBRIA PROGRAM? ARE THEY EXCITED? SUSPICIOUS? CONFUSED? : Yet another fucked up situation he has found himself in, at least this one comes with luxury accommodations. 

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER HOPE TO SEE THE MOST DURING THE CAMBRIA ONE’S JOURNEY? : Some peace of mind xD. 

IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD BRING ONE THING OR PERSON FROM HOME, WHAT WOULD IT BE? : Nat.  

#cambria:intro #Muse: Clint Barton

[justsomeclintasha]

Clint doesn’t remember what made his father angry that night. It could have been anything or nothing at all.

He’s learned how to take a punch by now, but this time it’s worse as he’s grabbed by the throat and pummeled against the wall. Finally it stops, and his head is swimming as he’s thrown out the door into the pouring rain. He knows without trying that it’s locked.

Crawling through the mud, he makes his way to the dog house. He doesn’t know why it’s here. They never had a dog. Never will. Never could.

The world is spinning and muffled as he curls his body inside. The floorboards are rotted. He can’t tell if it’s water or blood running down the side of his face. Thunder rumbles outside, but he no longer hears it.

XXXXX

Barney tells him to shut up when the cops knock on the door. He stuffs his Captain America comic book under the cushion and peeks out through the curtains.

His brother clenches his jaw as they speak to him. He shakes his head and walks back inside.

“Pack a bag,” he tells him, and disappears into his room. Confused, Clint looks towards the officers. They explain to him that his parents are dead- drunk and wrapped around a tree. He’s relieved about his father, sad about his mother, and before he can figure it out, Barney is back and pulling him away.

“Pack,” he tells him again, shoving a gym bag in his arms. Clint doesn’t know what to take, so he finds a few outfits and his trading cards. He doesn’t know if they’ll come back and he doesn’t ask.

Riding in the police car would be better under different circumstances. The office they let them sleep in is hot and smells like cologne. A fan hums softly in the corner.

“I miss mom,” Clint says quietly. Barney huffs and rolls over to face the back of the couch.

“Don’t be a baby.”

XXXXX

Having a permanent place to stay is strange. He thought he might like it, but the bed is too soft and the room is too quiet. He slips out from under the covers and pads over to the window.

Rain trickles slowly down the glass. He presses him palm against it and sighs. A slight headache pulses at his temples. He should take his aids out and give his ears a break, but he can’t relax yet. Can’t let his guard down.

The man who brought him in, Coulson, seemed genuine, and he prides himself on his ability to read people. But what if. What if…

He turns away, slumping down on the couch with his head in his hands. It’s been three days of not sleeping and it’s starting to wear him down. He could read a book or watch some tv.

Flicking through the channels, he stops at a cartoon. A dog wearing a police hat is interrogating a fluffy white cat on the screen. He shrugs and pulls a blanket over his lap.

XXXXX

The Widow is a master of changing her disguise. He almost didn’t recognize her when she walked into the hospital, blonde and wearing a bright pink rain coat. But now, the jacket is gone and the red hair is back.

He furrows his brow as she reaches into her pocket. He watches her take a deep breath, then click something small in her hand.

Immediately, an explosion rocks the air and he ducks on instinct. It’s a block away. The hospital. The kids. It’s on fire and it’s burning and what the hell-

His eyes snap back to the alleyway. She touches her ear and says something into her comm. Rage pulses through him, and he brings up his sniper rifle before he’s even thinking.

And then he stops.

Because she throws the comm into the storm drain and falls to her knees in a puddle, arms wrapped around herself in a hug as she sobs.

And shit, he thinks, lowering the gun with a sigh.

There’s something in there worth saving.

XXXXX

He’s driving too fast and he knows it.

Rain beats heavy on his windshield, wipers going as quickly as they can and still unable to keep up. She’s probably going to yell at him when he gets there for his carelessness.

He parks outside the front of her apartment. Usually they stay at the tower, but tonight she’s here. The flower basket on her front porch swings wildly in the wind. An effort to pull his hood up is useless. He’s already drenched.

The door is unlocked and she’s curled up on the couch, watching him with wary eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re soaked.”

“You sounded like you were freaking out on the phone.”

“Do you want a towel?”

“Tasha.” Her nickname, the one no one else can call her. He kneels down in front of her on the floor. “Tell me what’s going on,” he prods gently. After a moment, she reaches into her sweatshirt and pulls out a little plastic stick with two blue lines.

He looks at her in shock, and for the first time in a long time he can tell she’s scared.

“Nat you’re..?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

She presses her hands to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes, and he pulls her into his arms, both of them wet and crying, until finally he draws back to look at her.

“It’s good yeah?”

“It’s amazing,” she confirms, and that starts another whole round of crying. “You’re still soaked,” she blurts out, pushing him back. He laughs, wiping his eyes.

“So are you.”

“I love the rain,” she whispers, squeezing his hand. He squeezes back.

“Me, too.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #clint barton

[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Established Bucky/Nat, Teachers AU,  Summary:   Clint has a brand new job at Westview Collegiate & Institute, and everything's fine, except: why does it feel like the most attractive couple he's ever seen are coming onto him? Wait a minute - Author’s Notes: Written for @the-poly-armory fic exchange, just super late posting it on Tumblr. Oops!

Snippet below!  [Full story on AO3 here!]

Bucky sips his underwhelming coffee, lounging on a somewhat lumpy couch in Westview Collegiate Institute’s break room for faculty. There is nothing in the staff room that’s remotely exciting, comfortable or inspiring. Unless, of course, his wife is in said staff room.

Nat’s usually there before him, because fate is a fickle thing and his classroom is in the opposite corner from the break room. As if someone really thought he would ditch his perfectly fine classroom in favour of the bland coffee and perpetual smell of almost-burnt popcorn.

Perhaps, they weren’t entirely wrong, but still, Bucky feels slighted.

When Nat finally comes through, a sandy-haired man is following behind her and – oh, Bucky knows that look so well.

Nat draws that look from everyone, of course, with her fiery hair and matching attitude. He knows he’s a lucky bastard, he always takes the time to remind himself – and everyone else – that he is. He rises, tossing the empty cup in the trash, to sidle over to the pair. Nat is pointing at the floor plan of their school that has been unceremoniously taped to the wall. He notices a hearing aid in the man’s ear, even with how he nods at almost everything Nat’s saying.

“Mornin’,” he greets with his best smile, turning to Nat and kissing her cheek. He’s a tad shorter than the man she’s with, but broader, and he has to remind himself not to do some form of demented peacock strut. She gives him a look that says she knows exactly what he’s doing, but he blinks innocently and extends his right hand to the newcomer, his other tucked in the pocket of his cardigan.

“Hi, I’m Bucky Barnes.”

“Bucky?” The man tilts his head with an amused smile, but before Bucky can defend his name, the man simply nods and says, “Cool. I’m Clint Barton, the new phys ed teacher.”

Bucky tries his best not to raise his eyebrows as they shake hands, and he notices how warm and calloused Clint’s hands are. It’s comforting, in a way.

“Welcome to WCI.”

“Thanks, I’ve already gotten lost twice before Natasha rescued me.”

“She has a habit of taking in strays,” Bucky jokes, before internally cringing at the fact he just called this guy a stray without even knowing who he is. Thankfully, Clint laughs genuinely, the corners of his eyes crinkling. They hold each other’s gaze for a beat longer than necessary before Nat interrupts them.

“And you’re the most annoying one of them all,” she quips, bouncing her hip lightly off his, and brushing imaginary lint off Bucky’s cardigan. He gives her a bit of side-eye, curious why she’s suddenly so handsy when she’s normally allergic to public displays of affection.

“Well, I guess I should try to be on time on my first day,” Clint excuses himself, looking up at the clock.

After saying their goodbyes, Bucky turns to her. “What was that about, huh?”

“Oh, don’t pretend like you weren’t doing the same thing,” she answers with a roll of her eyes.

They stare at each other for a while, and Bucky’s thankful there’s no one else in the room, so he can steal a kiss from her cherry-red lips, feeling them curl against his.

“James —”

“Mm,” Bucky hums, his mouth working its way down her throat. He kicks the door of their loft shut behind him, hands busy with more important tasks.

She tugs at the strands of his hair she has fisted in her grasp, hoisting herself up by his shoulder. Bucky catches her easily, his hand squeezing her ass appreciatively before he rucks up her dress. Her legs wrap around his waist as she places a firm hand under his jaw, tilting it upward to kiss him hungrily.

They don’t make it past the kitchen counter. Bucky slots himself between her legs, pulling the dress over her head, her tangle of red curls spilling over her shoulders when he does. When she goes to kick off her heels, he puts a hand on her knee with a grin.

“Keep them on?” His eyes sparkle as he tilts her hips so she lays flat on the counter and starts to kiss down her heaving chest. She shivers from the cold granite against her back, much like the titanium of Bucky’s hand that’s tugging her panties off.

Instead of responding, she props herself onto her elbows, slinging her legs over his shoulders with a smirk of her own.

Somewhere, somehow, between one orgasm and another, they miraculously make it into their bedroom, and Nat finds herself plastered to Bucky’s chest while they both catch their breath. Her fingers fiddle with his dog tags, while his metal hand runs up and down her spine.

She winces as she shuffles her leg, pleased by how the evening has turned out. “Jealous, were you?”

“No,” Bucky denies, but Nat knows better. “Besides, you were the one that got all touchy feely.”

She rolls her eyes. “Come on, this is ridiculous. Besides…”

Bucky turns his head at the way her sentence trails off. “Oh, I know that tone. Spit it out, what wicked plan have you concocted.”

She flicks his nipple playfully, chuckling at his yelp of surprise. “Well it’s obvious we’re both interested, wouldn’t you say?”

“… I won’t confirm or deny this fact until I hear the rest of this.”

She rolls on top of him, straddling his waist, as his hands smooth over her thighs. “And it’s obvious he’s interested in us.”

Bucky raises a brow. “You think he’d be open to it?”

“Absolutely.”

Bucky grins up at her. She has a knack for being right about these things. “I like where this is going. Who gets the honour of breaking his poor brain?”

Nat’s eyes get a mischievous glint in them as she lowers herself, hands squeezing at his pecs. “Let’s make it fun, hm? What do you say? We have a little race?”

Bucky licks his lips in excitement. The two of them have always been competitive — at work, at the gym, in bed. It’s kept the spark between them alive and well, and neither of them can resist a good challenge.

“Winner gets…?”

“To call the shots that night,” Natasha decides firmly.

“Oh, hell,” Bucky curses, his fingers dancing up her sides and sliding into her hair. “You’re on.”

Her responding laugh gets swallowed up by his kiss, as they put off dinner for a little while longer.

Thank you all so much for reading & for your support!  Overall Masterpost

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[starsnheroes]

Peter is EXHAUSTED and just a LITTLE BLOODY (okay maybe a little more than a little? What can he say? SMALL KNIVES! They were his weakness! except not ACTUALLY but god damn did they hurt! and they always took a second to heal when they were DEEP.) when he came VERY SLOWLY up the steps. (Dammit Clint did you really need to live so far up!)

But he eventually makes it, and sees the note that is left for him on the door and he can't help but smile as he plucked it off the door to keep it safe. Peter really had done his best to be quiet as he snapped the chain around his neck from under his suit that kept Clint's key on it. (he would fix it in the morning, he just was too tired to take it off the RIGHT way right now.)

Opening the door as QUIETLY as he could he relied on his senses to tell him if Clint was about to think he was some intruder. (Wouldn't be the first and he doubts it will be the last, Peter never minds they both have too many enemies to not be CAUTIOUS)

Once the door was locked behind him he debated the food for a LONG SECOND because he was STARVING.. but ultimately? The need to HOLD Clint? After not seeing him in WAY too long won out. Food could wait till later.

He peels off his bloody suit, making sure to be careful not to make a mess anywhere (Not that he was sure Clint would really mind.) as he places it very CAREFULLY in the kitchen sink to be DEALT with later. (He promises it will be taken care of the moment he is more of a singular piece of person rather than a HOLEY one. )

Finally down to just his briefs, his SCARRED body covered in ANGRY bruises, cuts, and STAB WOUNDS alike mixed with a number of other QUESTIONABLE injuries that were all in various stages of healing. (God his body is weird. Not that he is complaining about it's healing factor! It's just WEIRD.) Peter makes his way to the bedroom, trying to stay as quiet as possible (Peter? Hoping that maybe Clint took his hearing aids out? So he isn't hearing every time Peter STUMBLES and occasionally bumps a wall, or table, or even the couch at one point, more likely than you think.) In Clint's room, he is the quietest he has ever been, even going so far as to trying to make his BREATHING quiet if that was even possible. SLOWLY he makes his way over and only BARELY manages to not fall into the bed as he climbs in, wrapping his arms around Clint so he can pull him close. (WOUNDS BE DAMNED! don't worry Clint he promises he will get all of the blood stains out of any of the sheets or clothes, he is just LAZY & TIRED)

i'm so obsessed with them.

THE PHONE CALL IS BRIEF ⸻ MORE THAN BRIEF.

It rings, gets picked up and he's tired, lonely, sad, depressed. Pushed at the bracelet a bunch of times, in his attempt to hopefully felt like morse code for i miss you, i love you. Clint barely gets a word in when Peter's hanging up and that's how superhero calls go sometimes, most of the time. IT'S NOT LIKE HE WAS GONNA LAST LONG ANYWYAYS.

Long day himself, he and Peter had communicated about as much as that, even less than those past few days. CONSIDERING HE LOST HIS PHONE. There's a reason enough why they haven't. Call hangs up as quickly as it began and than his hearing aids are out. Set aside.

HE TRIES TO GET SOME SLEEP. It's not that hard, physical exhaustion gives out but his mind is wants to stay awake. IT LOSES, THE MIND. Into slumber he slips and he lay limp in his bed.

WHAT GOES ON IN HIS APARTMENT IS LOST TO HIM. For all of Peter's stumbling, banging around, it all goes unnoticed and left alone. He could crash through the coffee table on the side of the couch, and he wouldn't know it until he brought the noise up to the loft bedroom.

It's only than when the bed moves, that Clint stirs. A hand reaching out, for something, anything in the dark. SHEETS, SEARCHING FOR HIS PHONE. Clint does not need it, as his startle subsids as HE REGISTERS IT HAS TO BE PETER. The archer able to relax, not being intruded upon while he slept alone.

❝ BABY? ❞ Mumble of on his lips moving, turning in his arm. GOING, TWISTING, NEEDING TO FACE HIM. His hands searching to feel Peter there. SKIN TO HAND. Clint's tactile, in the silent darkness, no sound or light needed. A recognizable feeling as his fingers slide up from stomach to his chest, his clavicle. NEW CUTS, AND THEY FEEL LIKE THEY WERE BLEEDING.

Possibly, still were but Clint's not any better and he doesn't have a healing factor. HE FEELS OVERWHELMED. Just having him here, and that feeling starts to shove down his throat. THAT DAWNING OF NEED, NEEDS HIM. The archer, wanting, needing him and they'll probably both fall asleep. ❝ how much gotta clean up ❞ HE'S WONDERING ABOUT PETER, THE BLOOD.

❝ should sleep huh. ❞ He can't make out anything that Peter could say, tactile sign and morse only way he'd make sense of this. THEY BOTH WERE EXHAUSTED. Clint by all means should slip into sleep again, and Peter needed to sleep (and eat; he should get up right now and work on feeding him). SO THEY SHOULD NIGHTY NIGHT.

Yet Clint wants, needs, to be awake. CAN'T SLEEP. ⸻ CAUSE IT'S PETER. ❝ you're here. ❞ He doesn't like using his voice, with hearing himself, but he's glad right now he can't hear how he says that. THE DEEP IN LOVE, DESPARATE WAY SOUND. Pathetic. Peter's been missed, wanted, needed.

#ic; clint barton #asks; clint barton #ships; crisispider; familiarity is knowing every line and crack even in the dark (spiderhawk) #crisispider #rp; crisispider #clint barton; crisispider #YOU'VE BEEN MISED PETER. and he'll worry about the blood an mess later. (complain too) #verse; clint barton; entangled to a loser like me (crisispider)

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Hawkeye (2021) Rewatch Reaction

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Hawkeye 1x01 - Love seeing what happened in the 1st Avengers movie in another pov. It is neat to have the two different viewpoints of Clint jumping off the building with it being a somber time in the movie (it looking like the Avengers are losing) meanwhile in the show Kate sees it as a kickass moment.

- I have a hard time believing a regular arrow with a tennis ball on the end could destroy a whole bell tower. How does it have that much kick? lol

- Of course they made a play for the Avengers. Cringe. Can’t blame Clint for shutting it out by turning off his hearing aid (who thought the play would be a good idea?). The song was, I admit, catchy though.

- Weirdo in the bathroom. I’ve never understood fans who overstep like that.

- Does Kate’s mom not regularly talk to her about things like her boyfriend/fiance? Lousy mom.

- I know many of the comic book fans don’t like Dad!Clint but I love him so much.

- Mmm maybe not wear the famous suit from the fishy auction.

- Nathaniel’s sleeping like the dead. Lol

- Love the dog, and I know pizza’s his thing, but giving him only pizza is very questionable.

- “Come on!” – Clint, in other words: Seriously?!

This is my least favorite episode in the series, but it wasn’t as slow as I remembered it. I just prefer more Clint and Kate’s interactions with him. I don’t care about any of the other characters but them (and Clint’s family). 

 Hawkeye 1x02

- Kate calling herself one of the best archers in the world. She’s not wrong, but her ego is so big. Jeez. Her talking to herself while going up the stairs about Hawkeye being in her home is relatable though.

- Shooting an arrow at the fire extinguisher backfired – big surprise.

- Kate’s got such a romanticized view of being a superhero. She hasn’t watched enough superhero shows and movies.

- The Ronin suit has nine lives considering it didn’t burn in that fire.

- Clint’s already being such a dad with Kate helping her take care of her cut appropriately.

- I love that Clint loves dogs.

- Clint: “Don’t lose Nate.” Also Clint: “Where’s Nate?” lol

- It’s so sweet Nathaniel used sign language to tell Clint he loved him. Loved Clint’s look of surprise in reaction and his joyful expression after. It’s so endearing how much that meant to him. :)

- Lila is the real boss of her siblings.

- I love that they kept the same actors from the movies for Clint’s family, even if the kids look older than they should because of it.  

- The flashback scene when Kate asks why Clint is hard of hearing is hilarious. None of those scenes were funny, but in sequence it kinda is. Poor Clint. He says he’s not sure, but I’m pretty sure the Endgame blast was at least the final straw. His ears were probably ringing for days.

- I’ve seen people question why he only has one hearing aid cause even if he’s completely deaf in one ear people who need them still tend to wear 2 hearing aids, but it’s probably personal choice. Probably didn’t see the benefit vs. cost of using it in a completely deaf ear. It’s not like he’s the richest Avenger.

- I do buy Clint doesn’t want the fame that comes with him being part of the Avengers (because he doesn’t see himself as a hero).

- Clint is so bored, embarrassed, annoyed, and just generally done during the Larping event. “And I fought Thanos.” Lol – I have secondhand embarrassment for him. Grills is a nice dude though.

- “Time to get myself caught” – so casual about turning himself in to criminals. Just another day at work. XD

- Jack has such a “Mr. Cool” attitude. The fight with Kate didn’t make him blink. How was the guy not a baddie?

- “Guys, I can see through the bag.” Clint, please. Smart mouth.

- Clint just casually untying himself. Lol

- “Bro I found her.” – That mob guy is funny. So’s the one who talks too much. Makes me almost forget how dumb Kate was just falling through the window like that. Getting yourself caught isn’t going to save Clint!

- Clint’s thinking great – well, this was all for nothing.

 Hawkeye 1x03

- Maya’s origin story was sad.

- The Russian dudes are having too much fun.

- Kate asking the dude what’s wrong and him complaining about his girlfriend to her like they’re friends. XD Oh. Clint’s “done” again. Lol

- Clint saying Natasha killed the Ronin. <3

- Ridiculous overconfidence for sure.

- I wish I could just jump up like Clint did off that unicorn. I’m almost half his age. XD

- Maya has some strong opinions on hearing aids.

- I love the toy shop fight scene. And the car chase. Also Clint being disappointed the classic car still got damaged. I was disappointed too. It’s pretty.

- I love that Clint’s mainly left-handed. I mean, no one who is left-handed does everything left-handed all the time. We live in a right-handed world. You learn to do some things both ways.

- The Pym trick arrow is a pretty cool nod to Ant Man. He trusts Clint enough to get him that tech.

- So interesting to have the phone call in Clint’s pov. So heartbreaking to see him tear up and hear his voice break when Nathaniel says it’s okay if he can’t be home for Christmas. It’d be Clint’s first Christmas with his family since the snap and he’s hurting so bad over the idea of maybe not making it home in time. :( Kate’s guilty expression earned a lot of points with me in this scene.

- Argh. Kate brushing aside Clint’s speech about trying to help people coming at a cost by saying there are still good things like cool costumes. She is soooo naive. It’s clear she chooses to be.

- “I’m not a role model.” But you are the best dad though. <3

- “Man, I’m in the wrong business.” Aren’t all 99% of us, Clint?

 Hawkeye 1x04

- You know what? Screw you Kate’s mom for bringing up Natasha. It’s not like your daughter has given him much choice.

- This is the turning point where I knew Kate’s mom was trouble.

- Kate’s mom and Jack talking about her like she’s not right in front of them is weird? No?

- I love that they include scenes of Clint and Kate taking care of their wounds/injuries/etc. in this series. Clint icing the joints in his favored bow arm. Realism in superhero shows for the win.

- Kate’s so sweet trying to cheer Clint up with a holiday celebration of their own. I love this scene. Top 2 favorite scene. :) (My other is the phone call with Nate cause I like scenes that hurt me.)

- Why does Clint use the Thanos mug? (Drinking from it ironically apparently.) I’m more concerned as to why Kate’s Aunt has the Thanos mug! Hopefully she’s just a sassy old cat lady.

- “You’d have to dodge.” That might be my favorite Kate quote. Lol

- Clint’s smirk when Kate’s impressed by him turning the TV off with the ornament. :D

- The end of the night got so sad. :(

- Clint saved Natasha first and she saved him last.

- Clint having to look away side to side in order not to cry. :(

- “Can I have my gun back?” Really dude?

- Kate thought the Larping was weird but now she’s all in. XD

- Yelena really had inconvenient timing.

- I really love that Kate got stuck on the line. Realism. Ha

- Oh, the parallel of Kate being thrown off the roof with Natasha’s fall in Endgame is just heartbreaking. Especially with the music being similar in both scenes (beautiful music btw). The look on Clint’s face as he makes that connection. :( That was the moment Clint realized he couldn’t lose another friend.

- The tears in both their eyes in that end scene. :(

This and episode 3 are my favorite overall episodes of the season. They have almost all my favorite scenes too.

 Hawkeye 1x05

- Kate’s finally gained some humility.

- Yelena just…cooking at Kate’s place. XD

- Clint taking his hearing aid out to talk to Nat in “private”. That speech. :(

- The writers trying to get us all worried about what he’s about to do when he just warns Maya. He ends up doing Nat proud. <3

- BTW I love Laura so much. She’s just so supportive and trusts Clint’s instincts. (Only another agent could, eh?)

- Yelena listening to Kate and checking out who hired her.

- The King Pin reveal was so shocking. Just cause I’m not used to Netflix Daredevil characters being in other Marvel shows/movies. Should have been less shocked after No Way Home, but I wasn’t.

 Hawkeye 1x06

 - King Pin’s never been my favorite villain, but he works fine here.

- “Your mess is my mess.” <3 Ah, parallel to him saying similar in Age of Ultron about the Avengers (“They’re my mess.”). Kate’s like family now. Does Clint feel responsible for everyone he likes?

- Love how Kate literally labels the trick arrow “too dangerous”. XD

- Kate’s speech of how Clint inspired her and his smile at the end. <3

- Lookin cool in that tux Clint. ;)

- *Slap – “What was that?” lol

- Random cute owl in the tree awwwwww

- Even though Clint is “only human” he still lives by action hero rules, so he’s still kinda superhuman. Ha

- The Kate and Clint shooting arrows side by side scene is so epic. Them favoring different arms to pull back on their bows just makes it even better, imo.

- Love when Clint doesn’t even look where he’s shooting. Show-off.

- “Nice shot.” “Yeah, no shit.” XD

- Kate’s mom really thought she’d understand everything she did? No, you don’t know her lady.

- The whistle. Yelena realized then Clint wasn’t the enemy. I think she already did though deep down. She was just looking for someone to blame for her pain. This scene hurts lots. 

- “I’m so proud of you.” <3

- I was so happy Clint brought Kate to his house for Christmas. Of course he did. She’s his second daughter now. :)

- And his family just takes her in as one of their own. <3

- Nice reveal of how Clint met Laura – her being an agent of SHIELD.

- Kate’s the next in line as Hawkeye ending. I wonder if Marvel will do anything more with their characters? I don’t think I’d watch Kate alone, but I’d love more of the two of them.

Final Notes: I love this show so much – of course it’s underrated just like Hawkeye himself. Could’ve used a couple more episodes personally, but the show flowed well as is. I just could’ve taken more Clint and Kate scenes.

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