#he knew exactly what he was doing when he called stark tower ugly too

[bisaster-energy]

I just rewatched Avengers and I'm fucking LOSING it

I forgot bro...

I forgot how annoying Steve was alsmalmdns

And dont come at me saying that I don't like him simply because I love Tony Stark (as i should!!) Because i remember being so fucking irked when I first watched this movie!! And I just remembered how mad I was when I watched it again cos I forgot like 60% of what was said and what happened tbh

And Steve. Oh my god. Listening to what he said just pissed me off a majority of the film!! Like bruh! What are you doing hon!!

I get it tho like he just woke up, the future is crazy, all his friends are dead it's insane and fucked up!! But jfc his instant dislike for Tony is weird as hell 💀

He doesn't treat anyone else with the same disdain? Like i get it bc Tony has a loud personality and not everyone has to like him ofc

But he's just so...ugh

Like Tony is on the ship next to Steve and they just bagged loki and thor is gonna show up soon. And Tony is doing his normal rambling shit and basically tries to get to know Steve?? At least that's how i saw it? But ig it pissed steve off cos he just ignored what tony said and said "fury didn't tell me he was calling you in" and he just seemed upset that tony was there? Idk if it was because he came late or cos Loki surrendered like moments after tony showed up or cos he made a joke about steve doing pilates to stay spry (lmao) but he didn't seem happy that Tony was there :/

And later Tony's labbing it up with his shiny new science bro Bruce and poking him (cos that's what he does) and obv bruce would tell Tony to cut that shit out if he really was upset by it but all he can say is "ow!!" Before steve busts into the lab like "ARE YOU CRAZY YOUTRYNAKILLUSALL?!?!? no offence doc :)" and bruce is like "ok I'm not gonna hulk out chill" and basically steve is just in there to tell tony off (I seriously wonder if he was camping outside the lab waiting for Tony to do something he didn't like because he came in RIGHT after tony poked Bruce so)

And i get why he would do that but bruh im pretty sure bruce is fine lmao plus he and tony seem to be getting along so far so idk why he thought "dear god the genius is gonna get us all killed with his reckless behavior!!" And went in to save the day lmao. Maybe I'm just being a bitch but if i were steve I'd see if there was a real problem first. And hulk is a scary concept I get it but steve literally said to Bruce that the only thing he cares about is the fact that he can find the tesseract ans yet every chance he gets he's like "careful guys we don't wanna set banner off now do we?" Like bruh if you were concerned about how much of a handle he has on hulk why didn't you just god damn say so instead of lying to this man's face 😔

What I got from the scenes between tony and bruce vs the scenes between steve in bruce is that Tony trusts that bruce could handle being on this mission while steve just...doesnt :/

So naturally Tony thinks something hinky is going on with shield and bruce fuckin agrees cos hell yeah Science Bros plus SHIELD is sus

And steve is like "don't go snooping this is why shield doesn't like you stark >:( now get back to finding that cube" and then he fucked off to literally do exactly what Tony was doing but without hacking.

Are you kidding me?? We always talk about how much of a hypocrite steve was in Ultron when he was mad at tony for keeping secrets and then keeping the Stark murder a secret but this man showed us who he was from the get go lmao

But then they find out *gasp* Tony was right! Big shocker there huh. And SHIELD is super sus and loki is like bruh y'all cant defeat me like this smh

And one of the most MIND BLOWING scenes in this film is where they're all arguing around the scepter, who's being a chaotic little bitch

Now keep in mind, the scepter was definitely influencing everyone but it didn't tell them WHAT to think or say lmao so i have to assume that to some extent they mean that shit

So I'm just supposed to be focusing on steve so sorry for going off topic but Fury turning the topic of the conversation to tony saying how he built his fortune off of weapons?? That shit was uncalled for like bruh...there was a whole movie about his character development and how he shut down his weapons bc he found out they were hurting innocents...

But anyways

Steve takes this opportunity to call tony out for being narcissistic. His evidence? I'll have to get back to you on that cos i have no fucking clue.

Here's the big argument where we get most of our good old anti-steve content tbh:

Steve says tony is nothing without the suit

Again: where is this man's evidence?? Why is he saying these mean things?? AND I KNOW IT'S COS OF THE SCEPTER BUT NO ONE ELSE WAS TALKING FOR THIS LONG OR ZEROING IN ON ONE PERSON SO STFU

He seems upset that tony actually answers his question like...you asked what i was without the suit? (The best part is that natasha did a little head nod, agreeing with tony calling himself "genius billionaire plybiy philanthropist")

says he knows guys worth ten of Tony without any of the stuff he listed

He just met Tony. They haven't even known each other a week and he's ready picking at his insecurities?? Crazy. Plus when steve says "I've seen the footage. The only person you fight for is yourself." Like ok there wasn't exactly a war for him to go and fight in but go off rogers. When was he supposed to fight for other ppl and what makes you say he didn't?? I'm so confused about the thought process here. And the footage he saw? What was it? Him saving people at the Expo? Him fighting terrorists? A sex tape of him that got leaked??

Says Tony wouldn't sacrifice for someone, wouldn't let some guy crawl over him while laying on a wire

Again how does he know that Tony WOULDN'T?? He's just saying random shit at this point and I just cant

And Tony again gives a smart remark because that's what he does plus it's funny

He said he would cut the wire, which is such a tony thing to say tbh. Like,,in Afghanistan they were like "build us weapons or die" basically and he said "I pick the third option" and got the hell outta dodge

And steve is upset by this answer as well! Another shocker. He says "always a way out" like lol why not? Why are you so pissed? What is the issue darling??

And Tony FINALLY stoops to Steve's level of throwing out insults and says "lmao like you?? Bruh your talents came from a science experiment. Your "heroism" came from a bottle you clown" (obv he didn't say it like that what I said was actually meaner tbh i just hate steve)

And the worst thing i think steve said in the entire film: "you may not be a threat but you better stop pretending to be a hero"

I was just VIBRATING with anger at this I was LIVID. Tony has so many damn insecurities and this is not helping!! Like bruh wtf is Steve doing rn!! Everyone else stopped arguing at this point and is just LOOKING at steve basically tell Tony he's nothing special for no reason besides him not liking tony for reasons unexplained

And wanna know what Tony doesnt do? Listen to him. Im actually pretty sure he told him to fight him twice and tony doesn't get the suit either time lol

And steve has NO comeback for that so he just tells tony to straight up fight him lmao

Idk why I keep forgetting that Steve likes to resolve disagreements by fighting in alleys. So he's ready to post up as if tony is some jock who just wont leave this poor dame be and tiny asthmatic Stevie is the only one willing to stop him. Steve you are HUGE now and tony is just existing next to you and you're yelling at him for it. This scene makes steve look a lot less like a hero and a lot more like the bullies he so fervently advocates against ngl

And then steve grabs tony when shit starts to hit the fan bc "you cant go alone!!" Like bruh just follow him lmao why are you stopping him (just a personal pet peeve tbh not really a big deal i just didn't like it)

And I'll say this again: IK THE SCEPTER WAS MAKING EVERYONE ANGRY AND SHIT! I GET IT! But out of that whole mass argument Steve was the only person focusing on one individual and for such a long ass time too! Tony said one thing that was on the offence instead in defence of himself that whole time and I'm crying cos how tf does the impulsive asshole have more self control than the golden boy Captain America?? I'm at a loss here folks

The way i see it, Tony and Steve don't like each other. They rub each other the wrong way. But the reason i don't like Steve is that he has contempt for Tony right off the bat with no explanation? And meanwhile Tony's whole childhood was probably riddled with Captain America. He probably saw Steve every damn day, or heard his dad talk about him in a higher regard than his own son. So he probably had this ingrained jealousy of Steve from the start and he STILL managed to be as civil as he usually is. But Steve?? I can only fucking guess.

So yeah there's my rant sorry I've been doing so many of these recently I just had a lot of time on my hands and decided to watch some Marvel and get pissed about it lol

TL;DR: after watching Avengers again I realized that Steve has always been pretty shitty so his character development wasn't exactly a drop, more like a stagnant line that no one noticed because he was pretty okay in the Captain America movies

#anti steve rogers #his emotional state is just: i dont think but when i do i hate tony stark #tony's very existence offends him #and i could go on and on about how all the lther shut he said throughout the film because he said more shit that PISSED ME OFF but i'll sto #ik how annoying i am #i just think steve couldnt come up with a valid reason for disliking tony so he made some shit up about him not being a real hero #and had to eat his words when tony flew a damn nuke into space #in reality i think tony intimidates steve bc tony thought the fight with loki was suspiciously easy #and steve was like: he wasn't that easy to fight actually #idk why he even said that like who cares man it's not that big of a deal #Tony has a reason admittedly a bad one to straight up hate captain America: ✨daddy issues✨ #but Steve has had no interactions with Tony to explain this behavior 😭 #he knew exactly what he was doing when he called stark tower ugly too #it's not like he forgot who it belonged to it's in the name he just wanted to be mean 😂 #it's not a big deal for tony to have his name on the tower like...it's on brand STARK IS THE BRAND NAME MY GUY #stark industries ringing any bells?? #god the stupidity in this room 😌

[sadachmesarthim]

towers for your honeycomb chap 2: more meany pants tony

part one

content: tony’s being a dick again, mention of Peter’s Family Problems, confined spaces, smoking, @carelessannie​ is a character and Has A Boyfriend That Is a Real Person I Know, tony calls peter a turtle, crying

word count: 1.5k  //   square filled: locked in a closet!

song for this chapter here -> that’s not a good excuse - eli. 

It was late, it was cold... mid-December nights were usually slow, but not no-car-in-sight-for-hours slow. Peter didn't handle any of those well on their own, but all three?

Working with Tony the entire time didn't do much to help, either.

They'd clocked on together, they'd be clocking off together - it was his worst nightmare. There wasn't anything to do, either - they'd already finished half of the closing list and every single chore. Annie had FaceTimed her boyfriend after finishing her chem homework - hell - the girls'd made a snowman outside the front of the stand, for fuck's sake!

Time was barely crawling. It made Peter irritable - apparently, it made Tony irritable, too.

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Annie hung up her FaceTime call with Sebastian, excited at the prospect of food. She turned, ready to take orders from the three that were now in front of her. "Okay - Panda Express - what is he bringing us?"

Courtney piped up first. "I'll just do another of what you're doing, A." She went back to her phone, more interested in her boy of the week than the rest of the conversation.

Annie typed it into her texts, looking back toward the boys. "You two - what is he getting you?" Tony spoke next. "I'll do the same thing. I'm easy." Peter scoffed a bit at that, covering it poorly with a cough. Annie shot him a look. Don't start shit. 

"Peter, anything?" She knew him too well to ask. "Nah babe, I'm gonna eat at home."

That suddenly got Tony's attention. "What, you're not eating? We still have two hours left, and you look like you're about to fall over." Perfect Parker timing, his stomach growled - audibly enough to justify Tony's comment.

Peter shoved past him, making his way toward the back. He didn't want to engage - he wanted to- to- to text Resa, pour himself into some chores, maybe dive into a snowdrift - literally anything but continue the conversation.

Tony on the other hand... he didn't know when to stop. "What's your deal, Parker? The man is bringing us food, on his own dime. You really gonna be rude enough to refuse?"

Peter closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. "It doesn't matter what my deal is, Tony - maybe I just don't like Panda. Maybe I don't want something that heavy on my stomach. Maybe my mom has food waiting for me at home. You don't know shit - so why don't you just leave it alone?" Mmm a bit harsh, Parker, take it down a notch.

Tony scoffed. "We both know you don’t have anything waiting for you, anywhere, Parker. Quit talkin' big and just accept the generosity."

Both Courtney and Annie gasped at that one. It was common knowledge around the stand that Peter's home life was off-limits. Hell, everyone's was - leave your shit at the door applied to everyone else's shit too. Apparently, Tony didn't get the memo.

"Okay, nope. I'm not listening to this conversation. Both of you, fridge!" Courtney - taller and stronger than both of them - grabbed the boys, practically tossing them into the walk-in. The door slammed behind them, something jamming it from the outside.

Her voice was muffled, but they both understood - they weren't getting out until they figured this out. They'd been fighting off and on for months, and it was causing serious issues in the stand. The girls were uncomfortable - sure, it was fine if they were separated during shifts, but that couldn't go on forever.

This just happened to be everyone’s final straw.

Peter pressed his forehead into the door, not wanting to face the other man. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned on spending his evening - and now that he found himself here, he was going to do everything he could to avoid avoid avoid any further confrontation. 

His mouth hadn’t caught the memo. 

“That’s two.” Shut the fuck up. 

He couldn’t see them, but he could practically hear Tony’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Two what?” He was still seated, from what Peter could tell. At least he wasn’t about to get his ass beat.

“Two apologies you owe me. Me and the girls. For being rude, and talking shit in the stand.” God damn it Peter, shut your mouth!

Tony scoffed. “You’re still on about that? Come on, Parker, can’t you just let it go?” 

He tried. Peter tried really, really hard to hold himself back, he did. But it just... it wasn’t like him, to take shit like this. To allow someone like- like- like Tony Stark to make his life a living hell. Mob connections be damned, he wasn’t going to take it anymore. It was exhausting, and Peter was tired of coming to work every day dreading his shift. 

He got up, turning to face Tony. He might’ve been shorter than him normally, but with Tony sat on the foot-tall milk crate, there was quite a difference. It was childish, but it made him feel like he had the upper hand. 

“You- you- you can’t keep pushing me around like this, Tony. You’ve been a dick to me for months, and I’m sick of it. All I wanted was one stupid, little apology, and you can’t even give me that! 

“I left you alone! I tried to make our shifts together easy, I stayed out of your way! I begged Courtney to never schedule us or rotate us together. Do you know how difficult that is?? Especially in a stand this size, Tony, it’s nearly impossible.” He was near tears at this point, voice close to breaking. 

“And then you have the audacity to come here, in my stand, and talk about my- my family - which was not fucking okay, by the way. It just- it’s so cruel, Tony! I’m done!

“I tried to be nice, I really did. But you make it so fucking difficult. So forgive me for not being able to just let it go.” 

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Peter was always an ugly crier. Snotty, red eyes, uncontrollable shaking. 

He was also an angry crier. The two tended not to mesh well. 

It didn’t help that people tended to not take him seriously anyway. He was small, entirely not intimidating. Couldn’t hurt a fly. The second you get him even remotely upset, and he bursts into tears? 

He wasn’t expecting sympathy from Tony. 

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He was done sobbing by this point, but the damage was done. 

He’d thoroughly embarassed himself in front of the man he’d just... just demanded so much from. It wasn’t his lowest moment, but it was close. Nice going, P.

Peter was convinced he couldn’t be locked in the fridge with anyone wor-

There was a hand on his shoulder. 

His head shot up, grabbing Tony by the wrist. “Don’t touch me!” It came out louder than he’d intended, and the look of fear written on Tony’s face did make him feel a bit bad. Peter hadn’t let go. “Just- don’t- just ask first, fuck.” 

He released his grip, turning to dig his head back into his arms. He’d tucked himself into the far corner, drawing his knees up around him so he could get as far from the door as possible. He wanted to sink himself straight into the floor, mesh with the concrete, never show his face at work again - 

But there Tony was, looking down at him like he was a startled puppy. 

He plopped himself down next to Peter, facing in toward the center of the fridge. He tilted his head, making contact with Peter’s left knee. “Would you look at me?” Gentle.

Peter sniffled, trying to clear his nose. He knew he wasn’t the most presentable right now - wet spots soaking both of his sleeves, nose probably bright & cherry-tinged. He shifted, just barely peeking past his forearms. 

“There we go.” Peter sniffled again. 

Tony looked like there was a war going on inside him. Peter’d never spent this long looking at him - certainly never this long at his eyes. There was so much to them, so much hurt and understanding he’d never seen before. So much he recognized.

Tony was drawing circles into his shin, now, steady movement bringing him back to the present. “Come on, little turtle, come outta that shell for me.” 

Peter’s eyebrows drew together. “’m not a turtle.” 

Tony laughed. “What, then? Hermit crab? Clownfish? What else hides when it’s upset?” It was a sad attempt at breaking the tension, and he knew it. 

Peter wasn’t phased by it, either. His glare stuck. 

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. No animal nicknames. I got it.” He smiled as his hands came away from Peter’s body, pulling up in a defensive position. “Plain ‘ole human insults, then, promise.” 

Peter let out a huff. “How hard was that?” 

“Was what?” 

“You said sorry.” Oh. 

“I... I guess I did.” Tony’s hands came down. He pushed himself to his feet, crossing toward the door. “Consider it an accident.” His entire demeanor had shifted - he was back to his normal, standoff-ish self. 

Whoever Peter’d spent the last couple of minutes with was gone. 

“N- Tony I-” 

“Forget it, Peter. Seriously.” He pushed at the handle of the fridge door, thankful it was free to open. He bypassed the girls, grabbing the rest of his shit and tearing out the door. The cigarette barely lit with how fast he made the trek to his truck, lighter burning the side of his thumb. 

When did he get so soft? 

Fuck.

tag list: @longlivestarker​ @bluestarker​ xoxo​

#sfsummerbingo21 #starkerfestivalsevents #starker #peter parker/tony stark #peter parker x tony stark #.mine #.fic #i wrote all of this save the last bit of dialogue a week ago #i just couldn't find a place to end it #i found a place apparently #coffee shop au #more enemies babey

[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted Part 2

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, kidnapping, human trafficking, non-con, minor character's death.

Words: 2655.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

P.S. Peter is an adult!

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It had started. You could feel the sudden shift in atmosphere when Peter dropped his hand to your cheek, touching you awkwardly as if he were afraid you would disappear once he got more passionate with you. He caressed you gently like a lover, and you felt miserable. The only boy who had ever set his eyes on you was a young mobster who owned you as of you were some soulless object.

"You're so pretty." His whisper was barely audible, his face so close to yours you wanted to shut your eyes.

You needed to relax. No one - even a boy like him - would want to deal with a mad fury. He'd just shoot you: among other things on the table there were there was an actual gun. You needed to keep this guy happy, and maybe Peter would still be sweet with you once he got rid of his virginity.

But then he suddenly stopped and pulled away from you.

"Oh no, what the hell am I doing?" He laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean jumping at you like that. So you wanna take your shower or maybe eat some more?"

You took your eyes elsewhere and did your best not to wince. Keep it cool, breathe, don't push the boy off.

"Can I have some alcohol?" Your voice sounded pathetic.

"Of course!" Peter jumped again and rushed to the drawer. "I have some whiskey and vo... shit, I'm stupid, who the fuck gives vodka to a lady? I'll bring you a bottle of champagne, just a sec!"

He was at the door in a matter of seconds and you gave him a puzzled look. This Peter boy was unpredictable. He grinned at you and went out of the room, locking the door behind him.

You were still on the bed, watching your feet, afraid to move. Technically, in front of you was a regular door with a simple lock and a door handle - if you could find something heavy, you could break it.

Well, actually, you could just snatch that gun from the table and make a few holes in the wood. The problem with that was that you were inside Stark Tower, that ugly building that looked more like an abandoned factory rather than a graceful skyscraper. How many Stark's guys with guns were there? How far would you make it?

You could also put a gun against your head and pull the trigger...

You shivered and stood up, walking to the bathroom. You refused to look at the table.

Stripping yourself of all those lacy undergarments with shame and dropping them to the white floor, you sneaked into the bath and turned on the water, trying not to look around too much. It felt like there were cameras everywhere to record you, naked, miserable, and frightened, so you finished showering as fast as you could and wrapped a towel around youself. Could you take that towel, actually? Was it for you? Would Peter want to see you naked on the bed when he returned instead?

You wiped away more tears running down your face and slowly removed the towel, putting on the lingerie they gave you before the auction.

"Hey, where are you?" Peter's voice rang loudly behind the door. You could feel he was distressed.

"H-here!" You quickly grasped your palr pink silk robe and put it on too, carefully sneaking back to the room to see the boy with a bottle of Moet & Chandon and two champagne glasses in his hands. Huh, classy.

"Oh, hey." He smiled, a bit embarrassed at his outbirst. "I, uh, found this. I hope you're going to like it."

"Thank you, Peter." You murmured softly and saw him grinning wider when he heard you saying his name for the first time.

Although normally you didn't drink much, you heard about your friend's sexual escapades when she was totally drunk many times and assumed everything could go easier if you had enough champagne. Maybe then you would simply forget you were brought to Stark's Tower and forced to have sex with a guy you had never met before.

Peter had already opened the bottle with a loud noise and poured the sparkly golden liquid into the glass, handing it to you. You brushed your hand against his unintentionally and thought how warm he was.

"I'm not good with these things, but, um, I'm glad I met you today." He had that radiant boyish smile on his face. When he raised his glass, you raised yours too, barely understanding to what you were saluting. "I'm so happy from now on you're gonna be here with me."

What a romantic. It would be almost sweet if he didn't hold you here against your will.

"I'm happy to meet you, too." You made yourself smile, and the two of you clinked your glasses. You drank all the champagne in one big gulp, not afraid to appear unladylike and caring only to get drunk faster. You didn't eat much, so it had to be easy enough.

Peter repeated after you with a little laugh and filled the glasses again and then again until you didn't start feeling funny and your shoulders finally relaxed, the alcohol removing all the tension from your body like some magical elixir. When the boy reached out to touch your shoulder, you didn't flinch, feeling his soft lips pressing against yours in a gentle kiss.

It wasn't that bad, you thought. He was being very tender with you, taking his time to unfasten your robe with his fingers trembling from excitement, and then kissed your temple. He trailed his kisses down to your neck as you let out a loud sigh, biting your lips, then burying your fingers in his soft disheveled hair. Peter's subtle touches felt good.

"I'm sorry for hurrying these things up." He said suddenly with guilt all over his pretty face. "I really am, but I have to show the guys you're my girl. They won't understand otherwise, and we might get in trouble."

"It's ok." You kissed his cheek, watching his eyelashes tremble. "Maybe I'm going to like it. You're nice, Peter."

He looked at you with wide eyes, his lips curling into a wide smile once more at your words as he reached to unfasten your pink bra.

"I don't have much experience, but I'll do my best to make you feel good." His breath tickled your face when the boy cupped your breasts, enjoying the softness of your body. You loved that look of adoration on his face.

"Do you have any?"

"I do."

What, really? That high schooler already had his virginity taken by someone else?

"Kids these days." You mumbled and he suddenly pinched your cheek. "Ouch!"

"You're not allowed to call me a kid!" Peter said with a pout, drawing little circles around your nipple and grasping your plump hip. "Only Mr. Stark can. Besides, I'm like year and a half younger that you, so I'm going to call you a little girl then, y'know?"

"Wha... ahh... Peter." You inched him closer, enjoying the way he played with your breast and kissing him in return. "But you look so young, huh."

"And you look like a schoolgirl without your makeup." He chuckled and gently sucked your lower lip, his left hand caressing your soft belly. You tensed immediately again, but the boy lowered you on the bed and kissed your forehead, staring at you from above with loving  eyes. "Please don't be shy. I like you. Every part of you."

You stayed silent, but your eyes were gleaming with tears when you threw your hands around his neck and inched Peter closer, kissing him more. He rested one of his arms close to your pillow, the other one travelled down your body to squeeze your belly gently again, then went closer to your pussy, forcing you to open your legs and caressing your clit covered by the thin pink fabric of your panties.

"I can take care of you." The boy cooed softly at your ear and pushed them to the side to touch your already slick folds. "Do you want me to? Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes." You moaned when his fingers rubbed your clit and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. "Please, please, Peter, take care of me."

"I knew you'd be a good girl." He licked his lips impatiently and picked up pace rubbing your clit to make you wail under him. "Yes, like that. I'm gonna teach you to cum from my fingers, and then I'll use that tight little pussy of yours, yeah? Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes Peter, plea... ahhh."

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The next morning was peaceful - you woke up to the boy's soft snoring behind you, his hand draped over body. Well, you weren't sure you could keep calling him that since he was actually older than you thought and, uh, way more experienced. If you tried to recall all the things he did to you last night, you could die of shame, probably.

The alcohol helped a lot. Firstly, it was so much easier to blame it for all the pleaser Peter gave you - of course, it was all the alcohol's fault, you couldn't possibly enjoy having sex with someone who thought owing a human being was okay. Secondly, the alcohol allowed you to play the role of a sweet little thing to perfection as you never even once pushed Peter away, probably leaving him satisfied with your submission. If he was satisfied, maybe he wouldn't get rid of you first thing in the morning.

You shivered at the thought and realized you didn't hear his snoring anymore.

"Good morning." He yawned, sneaking closer to you and pressing his face into your hair. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Peter." You found the strength to gently caress the back of his hand laying on your belly. "Yes, thank you. Did you?"

"Are you joking?" The sound of him giggling made you relax a bit. "I think the last time I slept so soundly was when Aunt May was still alive."

You went quiet, staring at the white bathroom's door across the room. So, the woman he told you about yesterday was dead. You could imagine she was the one who raised Peter, but withour her to take care of the boy - who could be very young at that time - he ended up with Stark's crime family. Then it made sense why he didn't behave exactly like those vultures surrounding his boss as he most likely didn't grow up on the streets of New York.

Were you pitying the man who was holding you captive here? Yes, yes you were.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in quiet voice and touched your lower belly tenderly.

"A little. But not as much I thought it would."

He moved his hand up and cuddled you, kissing the top of your head. You hoped it was a good sign and you wouldn't end up in a ditch in the evening. Was Peter going to keep you here as his personal toy? It was humiliating to even think about that, but anything seemed better than dying to you now.

He let you stay. In fact, he had never considered letting you go after Mr. Stark bought you - you were Peter's girl now, right? So he did his best to accommodate you in that room where he lived, providing you with clothes, shoes, cosmetics and all the things you needed, a laptop included. Of course, there was no wi-fi or anything that could help you to connect to the outer world, but Peter recommended you strongly against it. You've already seen enough that made it impossible for you to leave - Mr. Stark would never take it kindly if you tried to run or, God forbids, go to the police. It wasn't just your life at stake, but the life of your family, too. It was embarrassingly easy to find out everything about them, including where they lived and worked, of course. Tony could kill them with a snap of his fingers.

Though you weren't allowed to leave the room, Peter promised he would do everything to give you more freedom a bit later. The guys needed to trust you before they would grant you permission to move freely around the building - not that you really wanted it. Who in the right mind would walk the Stark's Tower full of deranged criminals?

Anyway, the place where you were now was mostly comfortable - you could watch TV and play video games if you were bored; Peter also brought you a pile of books and magazines, and he was always providing you with nice food. Honestly, you expected something way worse than that.

It was the end of the third day when the boy returned with a box of pizza and a few bottles of Starbucks frappuccino, his usually cheerful expression turned all gloomy and tired. Something must had happened, but you were not sure if you were allowed to ask him that - you had never discussed the things he was doing outside of this room.

"Hi, Peter. How was your day?" You stood up from the bed and took a box and bottles from him, placing them on the side table close to the microwave. Before you could turn to him, you felt the boy kissing the back of your head.

"Tired." He mumbled and step back, taking off his bomber and sneakers before moving to bed and sitting down. "I've had a hell of a day."

"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to draw you a bath?"

When he looked at you, you saw him chuckling warmly as he motioned you to come closer. You lowered yourself on the bed, too, and Peter kissed your lips, then grinning and laughing like a kid.

"You don't know how happy I am to have you, Baby. You're sweet and smart and, uh, you don't want to run from me because you know there's no good in that."

Maybe his words were intended as a compliment, but you shivered and quickly placed a fake smile on your face. You had already figured out Peter was not even half as sweet as he seemed. What did you expect from him being Stark's favourite?

"Did something happen, Peter?" You knew you were going to regret asking that, yet you felt like you had to. You needed to pretend your relationship with him were genuine.

"Mr. Stark shot Amanda." The boy shooked his head sadly.

"Who?"

"His new girl. The one he bought at the same auction as you."

That immensely beautiful woman with her eyes deep as ocean and hair dark as night? She could easily be the world's next beauty queen, and he killed her? He killed an innocent woman who, besides that, was stunning, graceful and perfect and walking on air?!

"I mean, of course she brought it on herself when she whored with her guards to make them let her go, but, shit, I don't like it when Mr. Stark kills his girls." Peter covered his face with his rough palms and rubbed his eyes as you stared at him, terrified.

"Does he... does he kill them all?"

"Not all of them... but most."

You heard youself sobbing and clamped a hand against your mouth right away, tears pouring down your face. Your pathetic attempt to hide your fear failed as Peter leaned closer to you, taking your hand away and kissing your eyelids to shush you. He rubbed your back reassuringly and let you put your face against his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Baby." That was how he called you now. "You're not his girl, you're mine. This will never happen to you because I love you a lot and you're smart, right?"

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[katahnisharma]

old married couple | p.p.

Summary: Dating Peter means you’re basically dating all the Avengers too. And they don’t hesitate to point out when you both start turning into “that” couple.

Warnings: pure fluff, i just needed the therapy man

A/N: An anon requested this last week, so I hope you see this and like it! By the way, my requests are open so if there’s anything you want me to write just shoot me an ask and I’ll get to work on it. Also Tumblr apparently won’t let me link things so if you’re looking for my masterlist, playlist, taglist, or writing challenge it’s in my bio ♡

It had been exactly two years since you joined the Avengers as the resident kid genius. Tony had picked you from Midtown along with Peter for his internship, and he quickly found that you were an even better hacker and programmer than he was. Pretty soon he had you working alongside him, helping him make prototypes and suits.

That’s when you first met Peter Parker.

You were with Tony after school one day, tinkering with E.D.I.T.H’s programming, when Tony introduced his other intern. You knew Tony had another intern, but you’d never met them before. They always came in at a different time, though you knew it was a boy from your school.

You had no idea it was Peter Parker.

“H-hi, Y/N!” Peter stuttered, blushing when you nearly dropped your screwdriver. You smiled shyly, gripping the table as Tony started to tell Peter something about thermodynamics. You tried to keep working, but you just couldn’t focus. Peter kept looking back at you when he thought you weren’t looking, trying not to make eye contact with you.

He was so distracting, and it didn’t help that you’d had a crush on him since fourth grade.

The first time Peter asked you on a date, you were wearing your “ugly pretty clothes” and binge watching Gilmore Girls. Your parents were gone for the weekend, so the house was quiet on your own. But you were in no state to see your mail man, let alone the cute boy interning with you when he knocked on your door.

“Peter?” You asked, opening the door to a very nervous Peter. He was holding something behind his back, and when you tried to look he moved back. You were well aware that he was wearing nice, clean clothes while you looked like a rat’s nest, but there was nothing to do about it now.

“Hey, uh, you home alone?” He asked, realizing most of the house was dark. You nodded, blushing when you realized you were wearing a tank top. Peter noticed and decided to try very hard not to look at your body and focus on your face.

“Yeah, my parents are gone for the weekend. Wanna come in?” You asked, and Peter took your invitation. When he got inside, he shakily handed you a bunch of flowers and asked you if you wanted to go with him to stargaze on Friday.

“I mean, you don’t have to. This is weird, I’m sorry, I should go.” Peter rambled, after you stood silent for a moment. You were so shocked you just stared at the flowers in your hands, peonies which were your favorite. Then you remembered Peter Parker had just asked you a question and you snapped back to life.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I was just caught off guard, I wasn’t expecting this at all. I mean, I’ve liked you for who knows how long and you’re so cute and smart and I’m such a nerd so I never thought you’d…...what I meant to say was yes absolutely. I’d love to.” You finished, biting your lip nervously. What if he didn’t mean it, or he decided he didn’t want to go with you anymore? Peter turned back around and grinned.

“You mean it? Really?” He asked, trying not to smile like an idiot. Peter had fallen for you months ago, but he only really screwed up the courage to ask you out after his talk with Tony. Tony had told him that he was pretty sure you liked him back, and even told him what your favorite flowers were. And here you were, looking like a goddess and telling him that you thought he was cute and had liked him for a while now.

Why hadn’t he done this sooner?

“Yeah, I mean it. Like, I really like you.” You said, your face going red. You weren’t one to be so open about your feelings, but Peter thought it was adorable how your cheeks tinted when you talked to him. He felt the same way about you, his stomach had butterflies in it if you even looked at him.

“So, can I pick you up at 7?”

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting.”

Fast forward two years and you and Peter were Stark Tower’s reigning stupidly cute couple. You and Peter were basically attached at the hip, working together, eating together, cuddling together. Tony once caught the two of you having a food fight in the kitchen and had to ban whipped cream from the premises. Secretly, he was happy his two interns were so perfect for each other.

But none of the Avengers could remember when the two of you became such an old married couple.

“Peter! Come on, we’re going to the dentist!” You called, waiting downstairs for your boyfriend to appear. You’d made the appointment months ago, even though Peter hated the dentist, and promised to go with him. May was at work, and she was so grateful she’d made you cookies as a thank you (which Peter may or may not have eaten the day before).

“Noooo!!! I’m not going, I hate the dentist. That fluoride stuff is disgusting!” He yelled, holed up in his room. You sighed, noticing Natasha trying not to laugh as you threw a pillow at her. Peter groaned, trudging down the stairs and shooting death glares at you. He was wearing a very oversized sweatshirt and flannel pants, so he’d basically just gotten out of bed.

“You’re such a baby, let’s go.” You giggled, kissing Peter’s cheek as you held his hand. Peter grumbled, but a little smile formed on his lips. He loved when you kissed him, and he’d suffer through the dentist if it meant you gave him kisses afterward.

“Fine, but I want kisses when I’m done.” Peter whispered, and you finally agreed to it just to get him out the door. Natasha stood in the kitchen, shaking her head at the two of you. She wrote it off as just a cute thing long time couples do. Sure, maybe it was weird but she wasn’t going to judge.

But that wasn’t the last time it came up.

“Hey do you want-?”

“Cookies? Yeah, I’ll buy some. What else do we need?” You finished, writing things down on the grocery list. Steve and Bruce were watching from across the room, rolling their eyes. Recently, the two of you kept finishing each other’s sentences and it was getting annoying.

“Probably popcorn, we ate all of it. Oh and-”

“Lemonade.”

“Yeah, I was just about to say that. Also, can you please-?”

“Swing by the dry cleaners and pick up your suit? On it.” You stuffed the notepad in your bag and waved to a stunned Steve and Bruce. Peter looked up from his seat on the couch, smiling at you lovingly.

“Wow, look at us finishing each other’s sentences. I love you, be safe.” Peter said, throwing you your jacket. It was raining outside, and he didn’t like seeing you get wet or cold. You blushed, noticing Steve and Bruce exchanging glances.

“Love you too, I’ll be back in a bit.”

The next time it was Wanda’s turn to notice it.

She was sitting on the sofa with Thor, watching reruns of Friends when you bounded through the door in a huff. Peter followed behind, holding a laundry basket full of clothes. You slumped into the armchair next to Wanda, refusing to look at Peter.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” Peter whined, trying to kiss you. But you turned your face away, rolling your eyes when Peter threw a sock in your face.

“I told you, I fold the laundry because you can’t do it right! What sort of heathen folds shirts in half?!” You snapped, throwing the sock back at him. Peter frowned as you got up and walked past him to the kitchen. Wanda and Thor watched as Peter ran after you, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“Well, you can’t load the dishwasher right!” Peter countered, making you storm past him.

“No, YOU can’t load it right! Nobody puts plates on the top rack!” You yelled, picking up the laundry basket and giving Wanda an annoyed look. She gave you an apologetic smile, and Thor tried not to laugh when Peter tried snatching the basket back.

“Peter, I swear to God I’m going to kill you!” You hissed, and Peter ran for his life with you chasing him with the iron.

One day after work, Pepper swung by the Tower to pick up some mail for Clint. She let herself in, thinking no one was at home since it was deadly silent. Pepper almost had a heart attack when she realized halfway across the room sat you and Peter, completely silent.

You were reading, the only sound coming from you was the turn of a page. Your legs were draped over Peter, who had fallen asleep hours ago. His head was on your shoulder, little snores escaping his mouth as he slept. You had a hand in his hair, running your fingers through his curls. It was so domestic, anyone else would have thought you’d been married for years.

Pepper could hardly get out of the Tower fast enough.

At this point, all of the Avengers had seen you and Peter act like an old married couple together. It was just an unspoken thing between them, that you two were just sickening together. Nobody was going to say anything about it, who wanted to have that conversation? And as long as you both were happy, Tony didn’t want the topic broached.

Until Carol accidentally mentioned it during dinner.

“Hey Pete, can you pass me the water please?” she asked, gesturing to the jug next to Peter. Peter nodded, but at the same time you went to pass it to her too. Your hands met, and Peter chuckled as you blushed from the contact. All the Avengers looked at each other, everyone thinking the same thing.

“Gosh, you two. Just like an old married couple.” Carol laughed, taking the water from Peter. For a moment, everyone was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Peter turned bright red and you buried your face in your hands. Carol groaned, realizing the cat was out of the bag.

“Carol! We weren’t going to say anything!” Bucky whispered, watching as Tony tried to keep eating. Peter was holding your hand under the table, and you were so embarrassed. How long had they been talking about this?

“Sorry, it just came out.” She whispered back, avoiding Wanda who was biting her lip trying not to laugh. Suddenly, Thor burst out laughing at the end of the table, hitting it with his fist. He very nearly fell out of his chair, clutching his stomach. That was all it took, the rest fell like dominoes. Pretty soon Bucky, Wanda, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Bruce, and Pepper were laughing so hard they were crying. Tony managed to keep it together, but he was on the verge of breaking too.

“Oh, come on! All of you?” Peter moaned, wanting to disappear into thin air. Sure, he knew you two were super domestic and cute, but the whole “old married couple” thing seemed a bit much. You couldn’t stop blushing, hoping that they weren’t going to make this into a big deal.

“It’s just you and Y/N are so comfortable around each other, you act like an old married couple.” Tony said, patting Peter’s back. “It’s not a bad thing, it’s just different. You’re old souls, that’s all.”

“Please, can we never mention this again?” You squeaked, frowning when Wanda made a heart with her hands. Sam followed suit, until the entire table was doing it. “Stop, this is so embarrassing!”

“Personally, I think it’s adorable. It’s like a little snapshot of what you and Peter will look like in fifty years.” Pepper said, kissing Tony’s cheek. You sighed, realizing that this was not going to be forgotten anytime soon. The rest of the table nodded, giving you both knowing smiles.

“Yeah, when the little Parkers show up it’ll be just like this.” Steve said, passing Clint the salt. You went so red, you thought you were turning into a tomato. Peter coughed violently, nearly choking on his food until you rubbed his back.

“Alright, that’s enough. We’re done talking about this.” He said, shooting everyone death glares. That shut them up, and pretty soon everyone was back to normal. Wanda was arguing with Sam over sports, and Steve was giving Nat dating advice. Once the attention was off the two of you, Peter leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You know, I like being an old married couple. It makes me excited for the real thing.” He whispered, and you couldn’t help but smile at his words. Peter was definitely the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, he was your soulmate. And no matter what, you wanted to grow old together

Even if he couldn’t load a dishwasher right.

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

New Suits

Peter Parker x reader (but it's not a Peter x reader themed fic), Avengers x teen reader.

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Y/n Stark and Peter Parker have planned the ultimate movie night together, but something gets in their way.

Warnings: body insecurities, angst I guess, mentions of weight and stretch marks, stuff like that. Both the reader and Peter are 18 years old.

A/n: Hello :) this is way more of an avengers x reader fic rather than a Peter x reader fic, but I needed the reader to be connected to Peter in a certain way so why not! Enjoy, my peeps - Honey

The clock ticked menacingly as you twirled the pencil you were holding between your fingers; last period on a Friday was always history with Mr Smith, and you hated it. Peter sat on the desk next to you and you could tell he was just as bored as you were, tapping his fingers against the polished wood table, staring into space. There were only three minutes left of class, and you were going to stay at Peter and May's apartment overnight to have a movie marathon, you couldn't be any more excited. As soon as the analogue clock on the wall turned to 2:58, you felt a vibration in your pocket and heard Peter's phone 'ding' in his pocket next to you, causing your teacher to turn around with a stern expression.

"I shouldn't have to remind you all of the one classroom rule," Mr Smith barked towards the class, "phones off." Once he turned back to face the whiteboard behind him, Peter turned to you with a confused look. Sneakily taking your phone out of your pocket, you saw a message from Jarvis:

"Happy Hogan is waiting outside for Y/N Stark and Peter Parker."

You silently showed Peter your phone before putting it into your backpack. What could Tony, or the Avengers, possibly want that'd ruin your weekend with Peter?

The bell rang piercingly through the classroom, and you packed up your bag.

"I can't believe we leave school in four months, it's crazy!" Peter started, shoving his textbook into his beige backpack. "One thing I certainly will not miss is this dreadful class." Peter kept his voice quiet, making sure your professor hadn't heard his snarky comment. Laughing, you and Peter walked out of class and down the corridor, towards to main exit.

"Why do you think Tones sent a car for us?" You asked, walking through the large double doors and into the sunlight. Both of you spotted Happy stood next to his car and headed towards the car park. "I haven't got a clue. But I'm sure Mr Stark," Peter emphasized, slightly disapproving of the nickname you gave your dad, "has a perfectly good reason. Besides, we'll probably only be at the tower for a couple of hours, right?" Nodding, you both walked up to the grey Audi.

"Hey Happy." You exclaimed with a smile. Once you all got in and buckled up, you took Peter's hand, and Happy began to drive out of the school grounds. "D'you know why Mr Stark wants us, Happy?" Peter asked, looking out of the window. Sighing, Happy looked into the rearview mirror to see you both. "I don't know." He said, looking back at the busy New York traffic, "Something about a suit update? I've been instructed to drive you both back to May's house at 9pm, so it can't be anything too important." You clenched up at the mention of a suit update, dreading what you were in for tonight.

You thought back to last year, remembering what exactly happened last time you got a new suit. You were quite insecure about your body, always wearing baggy clothes to hide it, but you couldn't always escape the sight of your own figure. To get a new suit, you need to have measurements taken, and the measurements have to be done in your underwear. You weren't fussy about having your measurements taken, as it was usually your dad that did it, but you'd recently been quite stressed about your appearance and weren't in the mood to do anything of the sorts today. Just this once, it didn't help that it was your father taking the measurements, either: you worried that if you became too fat or ugly, he would hate you. Considering you all were one big family, you wouldn't mind Bruce or Natasha doing it instead, so you were ought to ask them if they'd do it this time, to save any unwanted embarrassment in front of your father.

Soon enough, you got to the Avengers tower and headed straight for the common area. There, everybody was sat, waiting for Tony to arrive; Nat, Clint, Bruce, Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey. Peter sat down on one of the sofas, greeting everyone as he did so, but you stood in the door frame placing your backpack on the floor. "Nat, do you mind if I talk to you for a second?" Everybody turned to you, and Nat nodded with a smile. "Sure." She replied, hopping out of her seat and walking towards you. Nobody else was really phased by you and Natasha always spending time with each other, as you both were the main female avengers, and you saw her as a badass aunt. You began to walk down the hall, Nat to your right, taking slow steps.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" She asked, tucking a stray strand of crimson hair behind her ear. Stopping in the middle of the hall, you turned to face Natasha, a slight blush making its way to your cheeks - there was no easy way to say what was on your mind.

"I know this sounds really odd, but I was wondering if you'd take my measurements later on?" She looked slightly puzzled, but nodded anyway. You knew she'd want to know why, so you explained before she could ask.

"I'm just a little...insecure, that's all. I don't really want Tony judging me or my body, that's all." Her expression turned from puzzled to sympathetic, a slight hint of disappointment in her eyes. Uncomfortable, you looked down and stared at your worn out red converse.

"Y/n, you know your dad would never judge you, for any reason." You looked up at her as she rested a hand on your shoulder. "I'd really like to help you out, but I'm not qualified to take any measurements or information for Tony's work. Bruce helps to make the suits as well, y'know, and I could ask him if he'd do yours?" She spoke gently, stroking the side of your bare shoulder. You nodded, giving Nat a small smile. "That would be really nice. Thank you." Both of turned around and walked back to the common area. Just before you walked through the door, Nat turned to you and spoke. "You'll have to talk to Tony about this, okay? He's the best person to help you on this, and it might be good for you to get it off your chest." Nodding, you walked back into the common area.

You were sat on the grey sofa talking to Bucky when Tony walked in. Natasha quickly told Bruce what was going on when you went back into the common area, and he was happy to help, but you still felt a sense of nervousness like you had betrayed your father. Tony carried a piece of paper and a cup of coffee with him when he walked into the common area, sitting down on a chair.

"As you all know, we're doing new suit measurements and prototypes this afternoon, so you all need to be in the tower until 9." He spoke, talking a long swig of his coffee. "We should get measurements done by 6, and from then I'll need you to stay and give me information about anything new you want in your suits and stuff like that." He waved the sheet of paper he held and looked down to read from it, "This is a schedule that I beg you all to stick by otherwise I will lose my sanity even more than I already have. Clint, you're first to get measurements done in the lab, then you'll be followed by Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Pete, Natasha and Y/n last." You swallowed hard when you heard him say your name, and tried not to think about the conversation you'd be having with him later on.

"Bruce and I are gonna go down to the labs now and set up. Clint, we'll need you down in about 10, capiche?" Bruce gave you a small smile before they both headed down to the labs, and with that, they were gone.

You watched as your colleagues left and came back, all indifferent to everything that had happened to them. You sat next to Peter, playing rock paper scissors until he had to go and get his fittings, when you talked to Natasha for a bit. When she was sent down to get her measurements, a wave of anxiety washed over you. You were next, and although you knew your dad wasn't going to see you, you still felt butterflies. Suddenly, Jarvis made an announcement on the speakers. "Miss Stark, Tony and Bruce require your presence in the laboratory."

Sheepishly, you rose from the sofa and said goodbye to whoever had returned from the lab and sat next to you - you hadn't paid attention. Once you got to the lab and opened the door, the only person you saw was Bruce.

"Hey Bruce." He looked up from his computer and smiled at you, rising from his stool.

"Hi y/n. Everything is set up in the next room, go in there and follow what Jarvis says, call me in when you're ready." You didn't reply, but walked to the door on the other side of the lab.

You knew this room all too well; it was the 'personal study' lab. It was more of an empty office than a lab, as it was only double the size of an elevator, but it had a small desk with some stray sheets of paper and pencils on top of it. It was rarely used, but when it was, it was for measurements, fittings, trying on new suits, practically anything that would require privacy. In the centre of the room was a small stool about a foot high. Before you could think anything of it Jarvis piped up;

"Good evening, Miss Stark. Please remove all unnecessary clothing. Do not remove your underwear. Then step onto the stool and await instructions."

Hesitantly, you kicked off your shoes and socks. You pulled your red crop over your head and threw it into the corner of the room, and began unbuttoning your high waisted jeans. You slipped your feat out of the wide leg trousers, leaving yourself in a black t-shirt bra and pants. Sighing, you walked over and stood on the small grey stool, relaxing your shoulders. "Jarvis, tell Dr Banner that I'm ready." You could hear Jarvis speak to Bruce in the lab, and within 10 seconds you hear a knock on the door. You answered, and Bruce walked in, carrying a tape measure and a small piece of paper.

"Are you ready to get started?" He asked, looking up at you. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax all of your muscles. "Ready as I'll ever be." Bruce set down the piece of paper on the desk and began by measuring your waist, hips, and bust. When he got to your arms, you began to wonder where Tony was.

"How did you convince Tony to let you do my measurements?" You asked, trying to stay as still as possible. Without looking up, Bruce answered.

"I knew he wouldn't buy it if I asked to do only yours, so I did everyone's." He moved the tape measure over to your other arm, briefly jotting down a note on the sheet of paper. "What? You've actually done everyone else's?" He nodded, walking behind you to measure your legs. "It would seem suspicious if I only wanted to take your measurements, and nobody else minded me doing it. I told Tony that he should stay in the lab and start preparing ideas for the suits. He's just gone to make more coffee, that's why he isn't here at the moment. He'll probably be back any minute, though." Nodding, you were plunged back into silence. You didn't mind the awkward silence between you both, as he was family, but you wish you could try and start a conversation to distract you from your worries. Unfortunately, your mind went blank.

Ten minutes later, you were finished, and Bruce told you that you could step down from the stool. Before he left to let you change back into your clothes, he turned around to look at you.

"I know things are tricky, and it's not easy to appreciate yourself, but I just want you to know...we're proud of you. All of us, we love you so much."

You smiled slightly and nodded, and Bruce left.

Once you had out all of your clothes back on, you slowly opened the door back to the lab. There, you saw Bruce typing away at his computer and Tony, sat down at one of the desks, sketching out a suit on a large piece of paper. Tony only noticed you when you were halfway through the lab, and he put down his pencil. "Hey honey, you alright?" He asked, turning his swivel chair to face you. Already uncomfortable by the sight of him, you gave him a quick hug and slowly walked to the exit. "I'm fine, thanks, but I've gotta go for a shower. Talk to you in a bit!" You quickly backed into the corridor and speed walked to the elevator, making your way to the penultimate floor.

The elevator music today was a mix between jazz and swing - a mix that you despised. You took after your father, favouring classic rock over nimby-pimby music like this. When you got to your floor, the doors opened, and you were greeted with your room. Fairy lights and polaroids were strung around your double bed, an array of CD's and books littered across your desks. You were thankful that your room had an en suite, walking into the large bathroom. You ran the water until it was scalding hot, changed out of your clothes, and got in.

You were in the shower for no longer than twenty minutes before you heard, yet again, Jarvis reciting a message to you.

"Miss Stark, Tony is waiting for you in your room."

Groaning, you stopped the water and dried yourself off with a light pink towel. You put on a pair of pyjamas that you had thrown into the bathroom with you, brushed your hair in the mirror, and went back into your room. There, you saw your dad sat on your bed, admiring a CD.

"I'm definitely borrowing this." Tony stated, chucking the Nirvana album he was holding onto the bed.

"What're you doing here?" You asked, plopping yourself on your bed next to him, admiring your father as he scratched at his chin. "Gingey told me you wanted to have a talk, right?" Laughing nervously at the nickname you had coined for Nat when you were only a few years old, you picked at the skin around your fingernails.

"Right. Well, I had a problem, but now it's solved so I'm all good! You should probably go back to the lab now and do some more work." You rushed your words, desperate to get rid of Tony as quick as you could. However, he merely sighed, and sat up straight. He looked at you with an expression that almost literally read "I'm so fucking done with your woke-ass bullshit", which made you feel inferior.

"If you think I'm buying that, then you're definitely not a Stark. Try again, Y/n."

Before he could say another word, you rose from where you were sat. "Y'know, I think I might go and talk to mom about this. It's kind of a girl problem, Pepper will get it. See ya!" You quickly walked to the elevator door, and just as the doors closed behind you, you heard Tony mutter something about Pepper being on a business trip.

Shit.

From the elevator, you jogged down to the common area in hopes to find either Peter or Nat. However, when you arrived, the only person there was Sam, lounging on one of the sofas, scrolling through his phone. Groaning, you went to sit next to him, and rubbed your forehead.

"Hey honey, what's up?" He asked, sitting up straighter. Without looking at him, you shook your head, and replied. "I've had a pretty wild fucking day." Sam quietly laughed but tried to convince you that he was serious, pulling a stern expression.

"Ay, there's no need for that kind of language. Talk to me." He didn't turn his phone off, but placed it behind him on the arm of the sofa. You didn't bother to look and see what was on the screen.

Huffing, you turned around and sat criss-cross applesauce to face him.

"I don't like getting a new suit."

"...that's it?" He asked, frowning slightly. "Yes, that's it. I haven't been feeling like myself lately, and having to get a new suit fitted is just another reminder that my body will never be like every other girls. I'm ugly, I have a bit of stomach, stretch marks, there isn't a-"

"Ugly?" He interrupted, pulling a sour face. You nodded slightly, not knowing what else to say. "Y/n, you aren't ugly. And so what if you have stretch marks, or aren't a size zero? You aren't expected to look like a Victoria's secret model 24/7. Besides, you are beautiful in your own way. You were raised by a group of superheroes who save the world every week, you have the smarts of Tony Stark, the fierceness of Natasha and the morals of Captain America himself. Your body doesn't define your self worth, and it doesn't define who you are."

You were slightly taken aback by how good Sam was with words, but you gave him a small smile anyway.

"You should write poetry." You said, giggling slightly.

"Get your ass out of here before I push you out of the window, just for that comment." Laughing even more, you stood up and walked over to the door.

"And y/n," Sam added as you turned around, "go talk to Tony about this. He'll be pleased to hear it."

Pleased? Your dad would be pleased to hear that you're cripplingly self conscious of your body? Not focusing too much on the thought, you walked over to the elevator.

"Jarvis, where's Tony?" You asked, walking into the lift. Jarvis's voice was soon to reply.

"Tony is in Miss Stark's bedroom." Sighing, you pushed a button on the lift, and leaned back against the cool metal.

"Of course he is."

The elevator doors opened to reveal Tony on one side of your room, his back to you, admiring your shelf packed with books. He didn't have to turn around to know that it was you in the elevator.

"I find it slightly offensive that you can talk about it with Sam but not with me." You stalked over to your large white bed and threw yourself on it, staring at the plain ceiling above you.

"Talk about what?" You asked, looking over at your father. He walked over to the beanbag beside your bed and gently sat down on it. "Your feelings, opinions, thoughts, normal teenager stuff." He had a look on his face, as if he knew everything that was going on inside your head.

"How do you know what I talked to Sam about?" You questioned, sitting up on your shoulders.

"Jarvis picked the entire thing up, I was listening through my phone."

"Oh..." you couldn't be angry at Tony, he was your dad after all. You didn't mind him listening to what you had to say, but you wish you had the bravery to do it face-to-face.

"Listen, I know how it feels to be a teenager, and to have your parents expect too much from you. But your looks don't matter at all to Pep and I. They don't matter to anybody else, either. You have a great personality, and an even better mind, so don't feel like your looks are everything." Nodding, you stood up and walked to where Tony was sat on the beanbag. Offering a hand, you helped him up and stood directly in front of him.

"We love you, y/n. Peter loves you, I love you, Pepper loves you, all of the avengers love you. You just need to try and learn to love yourself." You saw a glint in his eye, recognizing the sincerity behind his words. He pulled you in for a hug and rubbed your back, letting you know that you were safe in his arms.

Maybe today wasn't as bad as you expected it to be.

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[hitbythunder]

The Roll of Thunder -3

A Thor x Reader and later some Loki x Reader story

Summary: After Frigga’s and Loki’s deaths, Thor struggles with his grief and blames himself for the loss. Barely able to manage his emotions, the god helps the other heros on Earth so that he can stay away from Asgard - a place which only reminds him of his pain. When the team acquires a golden sphere from a mission, however, Thor is forced to deal with his past. She has black hair, pale skin and a pair of emerald eyes which haunt the god in his dreams. Could she be Loki?

Warnings: non-con in later chapters

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Against his better knowledge, Thor stepped forward, his fists clenched and his face dark, and when he passed the low coffee-table the woman half-jumped smoothly behind the large arm-chair next to the couch so that he couldn't grab her easily. “You shouldn't walk on this earth as your whole existence is an insult to my brother!” It was barely a whisper, a mere low growl full of anger and Thor wasn't sure if she understood his words. But from the way she trembled she seemed to grasp his threat and the god was pleased to see pure dread in her eyes. Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway and quickly as a cat the woman ran over there to hide behind Steve the very moment he entered the living room, her tiny figure vanishing completely behind the larger man. The Captain was confused for a second as the female rushed behind him but then he looked over to Thor and knew leaving them alone was a mistake. The big blonde glared at them, every muscle of his body tensed, stretching the dark-blue t-shirt he wore to the maximum. Even the air seemed to become dry and crackling because of his fury and Steve shoved the little woman further behind him.

“Thor, I suggest you leave or this will become ugly. I don't want to fight you but if you don't calm down you give me no choice.” The Captain said sternly , hoping that the god was open to reason and would regain his senses. “Please, Thor!”

Breathing heavily he stood in place like a column, his piercing blue eyes sparkling dangerously and he even thought about summoning Mjolnir.

But then what? Fight the Captain, my friend, who is unarmed at the moment? No! Thor thought to himself before he made up his mind to leave it at that. Slowly the tension in his body declined and he turned around to stomp off towards the elevator. When the metal doors closed again, Steve sighed in relief and turned to the shivering being behind him. “I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left!" He said and hoped that Natasha wouldn't find out somehow. "Jarvis, where is Thor now?"

"He is currently in his room, trashing some furniture." The AI replied instantly in its usual calm voice. A look of concern and confusion crossed the Captain's face because he could not grasp the reason why the god detested this woman. She didn't do anything to him but he desires to kill her... 

"I guess we should stay here on this floor then." The kitchen area was taboo for now as it was on the same floor as Thor's room.

 ***

When Natasha came back to the tower, she hurried towards the living room because Jarvis had informed her about what happened in her absence. Steve was watching some TV while the Kitten curled up beside him on the couch and slept peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, the red-head sat silently down beside Steve and whispered: "Thanks for protecting her but next time you better pee yourself before you let them out of your sight." Steve almost chuckled aloud. "So you know. Well, sorry about that. But I just don't get it why Thor acts so hostile. I mean look at her!" Both observed the sleeping female next to them, her breathing steadily and her expression soft. "Why are you protecting her?" the Captain asked all of a sudden and Natasha hesitated before she replied. "She reminds me of myself before I was trained to become an assassin. All childish innocence had been taken from me and afterwards was only pain and fear until I didn't feel even those anymore." Natasha stared at the floor while Steve pondered over her words, the quiet muttering from the TV being the only sound in the room.

 ***

The next evening, heavy raindrops splashed against the large windows of Stark Tower, as if the heavens were weeping for the Norse god who wouldn't share a single tear. Jane had called. Due to her work she was in New York and had wished to meet with him – talk about things. Jane always wanted to talk, to discuss and to analyze matters and Thor loathed it. But he had agreed and about two hours later, the brunette exited the elevator on his floor. He welcomed her nicely, as did the other Avengers, but they didn't kiss before both vanished in Thor's room.  Natasha and the Kitten were in the kitchen preparing some food when Jane rushed past them over an hour later, her eyes watery.

"Now we know why it's storming outside. Looks like Thor ditched her." Tony commented when she was gone while Natasha only shrugged. Her teammates love affairs were none of her concern. Outside a wild thunderstorm roared, darkening the night-sky.

This night the little female could not sleep because of the weather, being too nervous because she knew it was him who caused the thunder. This woman named Jane seemed to be his mate, he was gentle to her but even she ran from him, crying and frustrated. But why is he so gruesome to me? The little Kitten wondered before sleep took hold of her finally. Also in her dreams, the blue eyed blonde pursued her, chasing after her with his hammer and in pure fury, causing her to revive the moment of agony when his lightning hit her. The rest of the night she was befallen by a strong fever, sweating every last drop of water out of her body.

The next morning, Natasha shook the woman gently to wake her, a worried expression on her face. "Kitten, are you alright? You are feverish..." she assessed when she touched her heated forehead and decided to let Bruce know. "Rest some more, I'll be right back." But Bruce couldn't do more than to take her temperature and advice more rest.

"I won't risk side effects because of some medicament. We don't know how her body reacts to them."

 ***

It was lunch when Natasha went to see the Kitten again and luckily, her fever was gone. “So how is she?” Steve asked worriedly when the red-head returned into the kitchen while Tony sipped his coffee. “Completely fine. What ever it was, it's gone.” she answered and opened the fridge to get some food for the other woman. “Perfect, I wouldn't want her to miss the party tonight!” Tony commented joyfully from the side, meeting Steve's puzzled gaze. “A party?” “Yes, we had some severe missions the past weeks – all successfully completed – and that demands for some serious celebration!” the scientist cheered. “For once you have a point.” Natasha admitted because she was definitely in the mood for some merriment – and she needed an occasion to wear her new dress anyway. “But is it wise to have Kitten among a bunch of strange people?”

“She's already living with us, who could be worse?” Tony retorted and walked towards the elevator. “What about Thor?” Steve interrupted but the billionaire only shrugged casually. “We'll keep him and Kitty apart or we could disguise her as your evil twin-sister!” Steve chuckled and rolled his eyes while Natasha sighed. “Thor is not stupid, Tony.” “Well he has his moments … Anyways, don't worry, it will be great!” Tony replied and vanished inside the elevator.

***

Several pearls of sweat glided down his massive body as he moved quickly across the training grounds, swinging his hammer wildly. In order to maintain his godly physique and his honed skills but also because he loved it, Thor trained every day for at least four hours, sometimes even more. Additionally, it proved to be a successful means to calm his temper and distract his mind, which he needed direly after his talk with Jane yesterday. She had accused him of neglecting her, having her wait for two years after his first visit on Midgard and now that he was living with the Avengers he avoids her still. Sadly, these reproaches were merely the hurtful truth and the bitter end of their relationship was overdue. Thus the god told her to leave and never come back for him. Of course it hurt that they would walk separate ways now but Thor was also relieved, had this relationship been more a burden than a blessing of late. After realizing this simple fact, Thor's mood was bright today and he didn't feel the need to moon over her. Thus he trained joyfully, each swing of the hammer with such vigor that if he let go it would crash through several walls. This training reminded him of Asgard, where he had often sparred with his friends in the sands, sweating and laughing.

The fond memories brought a small smile onto the gods lips when he took the elevator to his floor, panting and exhausted. He was in dire need of a shower and the prospect of cold water rushing down his hot skin seemed incredibly marvelous.  But when he entered the bath next to his room, his mood darkened abruptly when a small woman stood in front of the tub and Thor was stunned by the sight. A white towel wrapped around her slim figure was all that concealed her curves while her slender legs were bare for the god to behold. With her wet black hair combed back neatly and her emerald eyes locked to his, she resembled the God of Mischief more than ever.

By the Nine, she looks exactly like him...

Paralyzed by her fear she didn't move and stared up at the blonde giant who blocked the way outside. Intently she watched every twitch, every reaction of him, hoping to find an opportunity to slip past his large body. She noted the pearls of sweat on his skin, causing his shirt to stick to his broad chest and rippled abdomen, his heavy breathing and the tension in his muscles because of the training. Thor was terribly confused by the emotions rushing through him right now. On the one hand, there was grief and anger for being so bluntly reminded of his deceased brother, additionally to the fear that she could be one of Loki's tricks. But on the other hand, standing half-naked in front of him, the towel pressing her small breasts together to form a lovely décolleté in which a pearl of water vanished, she was a truly arousing sight – too arousing for Thor as he could already feel her bewitching effect on his lower parts. A minx just like Loki... he thought to himself, remembering how gracious and elegant his brother had been, how beautiful compared to him. Secretly, Thor had always admired Loki's slim yet trained figure, combined with those long slender legs and those honed features. The second prince had been the champion amongst the ladies in Asgard but he didn't make as much use of his royal position as Thor did in order to bed lovely maidens.

Suddenly and without warning, the little one rushed forward and tried to get past him but Thor reacted in time and caught her by the left arm, yanking her back before him. “You... Enough of this deceit! Tell me, what are you!” His voice was a low hiss and he leaned down to intimidate her further, their faces only inches apart. Not able to withstand his staring, she turned her head and averted her gaze but Thor grabbed her chin with his free hand and forced her to meet his piercing blue eyes again. “Tell me!” he urged with more anger in his voice, his grip on her arm and chin tightening, causing her to shrink back in fear. “P..please...” At first, the god couldn't believe his ears when he heard her voice, but her lips had actually moved to form a single word – her first word and it was a pleading. Unintentionally and as stunned as he was, Thor loosened his hold on her for a split second and the little woman made use of it and quickly slipped past the larger man. He tried to grab her in the hallway but she was beyond reach and then vanished into Natasha's room. Damned... While he was under the shower, Thor decided not to tell the others that she had spoken to him because he wanted to ask her some important questions first and alone. He tilted his head back and ravished the cold water running down his face while he thought about how to proceed before his mind drifted off to other topics – tonight's party amongst them.

***

The three floors of the living room were crowded with chatting guests and the atmosphere was relaxed and merry when Thor exited the elevator to join the ongoing party. Dressed in a casual pair of black jeans combined with a grey shirt and a crimson jacked on top, he looked very handsome and more of a gentlemen than a warrior. For once, his hair was combed and tied back loosely – his mother would be happy to see him dolled up like that. Several ladies smiled enticingly at him when he made his way towards the bar, flattering the god's ego just like the ladies did in Asgard when he was a young prince.

“Do we know each other, Sir?” Tony quipped and eyed the god beside him, whom he had rarely seen in such elegant attire. “Look at you! Dandified from head to toes. Is that cologne I smell on you?” Tony added and Thor chuckled, swaying the drink in his hands before he retorted in a half-serious tone. “My punches will hurt no less in this garments.” “Oh come on, that was a compliment! And you have to admit that you look ravishing – not as much as me though.” With a cocky smirk, the billionaire sipped at his strong drink when Steve joined them. “Where's Pepper? I haven't seen her in a while.” “Well, running her own company now, Pepper has a tight schedule. That's the side effect of success I guess." Tony explained almost melancholy. "At last we agree on something." Thor put in and Steve dared to dig some more. "I've heard that Jane is the best in her field of science.." "Indeed. And now she can focus on her work entirely." With one gulp the god emptied his glass and put it down onto the bar. "And I shall have more time for other merriments!" Thor added and smiled widely at them while Tony put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"That's my man! Where's the Whiskey?" "Another fruitless attempt to best me in drinking?" Thor chuckled in amusement, had none of his friends managed to drink him under the table yet. Midgardian alcohol was far less potent than the one served on Asgard.  "Hell yes! And no pretty lady can stop me from my mission!" Tony boasted, eager to win this time, while he refilled their glasses. The Captain could only smile at Stark's optimism but then he noted two figures appearing on the upper floor of the living room.

"And what about those two?" he said, causing the other men to follow his gaze to the top of the stairs, their eyes widening at the sight. Natasha looked stunning in her black and white dress, which emphasized her curvy yet trained body and to soften the outfit her fiery red hair was falling in large locks. And the woman beside her was at least her equal. The three men were surprised what drastic change the right choice of clothes plus a little make up could achieve. The Kitten wore a dark-blue sundress, which was tight at the top but more loose from the hips downward, with a white ribbon around her waist matching her pumps. Her black hair was floating freely down her shoulders, the tips framing her emerald eyes and pink lips.

"Looks like Kitten has become a tiger." Tony whispered to Steve when the two ladies graciously descended the staircase and walked towards them. "You may pick up your jaw from the floor, Tony." Natasha quipped before she walked around the bar to make her special 'vodka-romanoff' – a hefty drink which could easily knockout the strongest man. "I'm not used to some tight clothes around your body except your leather suit, forgive me the staring." The billionaire replied casually and gestured her to make him a drink too while Steve tried to occupy Thor's attention in a conversation to keeping him distracted. But the god was only half listening to his friend, shooting quick glances over to the black-haired woman beside him whenever possible. As soon as Natasha was done behind the bar she decided to search for Bruce and took the Kitten along, not wanting to leave her around the guys alone. Thor sighed silently and engaged more into the conversation with Steve. I need her to be alone...

During the evening, the Kitten noticed how Natasha flirted with the friendly scientist, at first only subtle but after another drink her attempts became rather obvious and the Kitten decided to give them some privacy. Thus she strolled through the crowd of guests towards a large window in a more quiet corner of the room. She had refrained from drinking as Natasha had advised her, which allowed her sharp senses to detect the man approaching her. He won't hurt me in front of all those strangers? She thought to herself when she turned to face the tall god behind her. As soon as he had noticed that she was alone, Thor crossed the room. He almost hurried over to her because he couldn't let this opportunity slip.

“You owe me an answer, little one.” He kept his voice low but there were definitely determination and harshness in it. “What are you? And more importantly, do you know a man named Loki?” he added and looked deep into her green eyes as if boring into her soul with his own piercing blue orbs. All he received as an answer was a shake of her head – referring to his second question he supposed. “Good.” Although that didn't mean that she was not a creation of his brother, Thor felt a little bit relieved, which the Kitten sensed too. However, the god wondered why she didn't run from him this time like she had earlier today and assumed that she felt safe because of the guests present, knowing that Thor wouldn't hurt her now. Clever little thing...he thought when he noted the sudden change in her expressions and color of complexion. Her pale skin seemed almost as white as the ribbon of the dress and she put her hand on the glass to steady herself, her gaze blurry and averted from him now. Then she brought up her free hand to touch her head as if she was in pain and it was that exact moment when Thor noted the few small golden scales on her upper arm. Have my eyes missed them when I met her in the bathroom?

“Help...” she whispered, interrupting the god's trail of thoughts before she collapsed in front of him.

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[writeyouin]

hey! can you do thor x male reader, they are going to a halloween party thrown by tony, and reader go as devil (suit, with horns) and thor thinks reader is really good looking on the costume and that turns him on leading to a steamy make-out session on thor's room.

Thor X Male-Reader - Sutur’s Likeness

A/N – This is from 2 Halloween’s ago… Sorry.

Warnings – Mild NSFW

Rating – T+

You sat at the bar in the Avengers’ Tower surrounded by intoxicated people partying in their Halloween gear. As a slutty witch passed you by, almost falling into your lap before she moved on, you wondered exactly what you did to deserve an invite to such an event.

“Trick or Treat,” Tony smiled, joining you at the bar.

You didn’t know whether to be shocked or embarrassed upon finding him dressed as your boss, Nick Fury.

“Stark,” You greeted non-committedly.

“Aw, come on. No smile. No laughter. Not even a comment on my costume,” Tony pouted. “What’s the matter? Not enjoying my party?”

You sighed, wishing to be anywhere but there at that moment. Indeed, you didn’t want to be at his party whatsoever, but once you had received the invite, Fury dictated that it was your job to go and make sure that this event didn’t get too wild like the Fourth of July Party; you shuddered at the memory of Stark’s firework display that he aimed at Trump Tower. Granted, it had been fun to watch the neo-Nazi’s ‘empire’ destroyed, and fortunately nobody was in there when it happened, but you couldn’t forget the amount of paperwork afterwards.

“Depends,” You sipped your drink. “Planning to attack any Nazis tonight… Maybe some KKK members.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t stop me now, would you?”

“Me? No, never. But, if you are planning such a glorious event, please tell me in advance so I can get a start on the paperwork now.”

Tony grabbed a beer, toasting it to you, “See, this is why you’re the SHIELD Agent I always invite; you would never stop me from making the world a better place.”

You tipped your devil horns to Tony, waiting for him to leave.

“Well, I’ll be on my way, I suppose,” He said, grabbing a second beer for another of his guests, “but before I go, do you still have a crush on a certain God of Thunder?”

You rolled your eyes, hating that Tony knew that about you. He constantly teased you about it ever since you drunkenly confessed it once; there was a lesson to be had, never drink with Tony Stark. Even drunk, the man remembered everything. All the same, there was no point in denying anything at this point, so you simply glared hard at Tony, “You know I do. Why?”

“Because he’s totally checking you out in your hot little devil suit,” Tony grinned mischievously, pointing subtly behind you then turning tail and leaving you.

You turned quickly, finding that Tony was telling the truth. You closed your eyes, silently begging yourself to play it cool as Thor sat beside you and ordered a Jägerbomb from the bartender. You wanted to greet him, but as usual your brain turned to mush around him.

“(Y/N),” Thor nodded. “You are looking fine tonight. Like a sexy Sutur. I mean, he’s an ugly bastard, but you make him look charming, you know, with the horns and everything.”

It was unsurprising that Thor had mixed up your devil costume for the Flame God of his realm. Besides, who were you to argue what your devil looked like when placed against Thor’s memory of Surtur. You eyed Thor’s outfit, a black suit with a white shirt that was open at the top, revealing the start of his chest hair. Ignoring the fact that he’d just called you sexy, you managed to speak, “You’re not in a costume tonight?”

Thor looked down at himself frowning, “This is my costume… I was told this is what Earth’s mightiest magicians looked like. Is it not correct?”

“It’s perfect,” You smiled, glad to have found a topic you could talk about without tripping up.

“Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“You have something in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. Now, forgive me if this is not the way you do things in Midgard, but I believe I just called you sexy. If you’d prefer, I could call you handsome, stunning, hot, enchanting. Take your pick. Anyway, since tonight is one of celebration, I would like to take you away from this bar, grab some drinks, and ravage you in my chambers. What say you?”

You blushed, wondering momentarily if this was some kind of joke. “Thor, don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as fuck and I would love to be ravaged by you, but-” You took another sip of your drink to buy some time and figure out what to say. “You, ah- You’ve never looked at me twice. Why now?”

“Just because you haven’t seen me looking at you doesn’t mean I haven’t, and truth be told, red makes you look divine. Like the flames of Sutur, you are hot with passion, I can tell. So, if it pleases you, you will follow me to my chambers, and we shall see where that leads us.”

Thor left you at the bar, and you sat for a moment, thinking. If Fury ever found out about this, it would be the end of your career, but on the other hand, when would a chance like this ever come up again?

You hopped off your bar stool, following Thor to his room. Once inside, Thor wasted no time pushing you against the wall and kissing you hungrily. Eager for the taste of the delectable God, you held onto him, moaning into his mouth as he wrenched it open with his tongue.

He grabbed your ass, and tugging on the tail of your costume, and you got the distinct feeling that the outfit turned him on; if tonight led to something more between the two of you, you would be sure to keep the outfit.

“By Odin, you’re hot,” Thor murmured as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You felt a pressure against your stomach and giving in to all your inhibitions, you whispered in Thor’s ear, “Is that your magician’s wand or are you just happy to see me?”

Between kisses, Thor replied, “You know what it is.”

“You wanna share with the class?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to see you out of that glorious outfit until this delightful festival is over.”

It was your turn to grab Thor’s ass, caressing it as you purred, “Well then, you better find some way to entertain me until then.”

“For Sutur’s hot likeness, I’ll do whatever you tell me too.”

Suddenly, you didn’t regret being invited to Tony’s Halloween party anymore, at least as long as Thor continued to worship you.

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[the-omni-princess]

Silver and Gold

Author: @the-omni-princess

Summary: Soulmate!AU, The first words spoken to you by your soulmate are written on your wrist. What happens when two super soldiers say the same thing at the same time?

Word Count: 2.4K

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Injuries, blood, a bit of angst, bit of fluff

A/N:

A request by @darknessdaughterr for some soulmate confusion between Steve and Bucky and a “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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Soulmarks. That's what they called the words etched onto your wrists. They first appeared when you officially hit puberty, and they were the lifeline to your soulmate. Your other half, your perfect half. The first words your soulmate would say to you (once you had your mark) would be the words etched onto your skin forever. They would change colors, from the brown-grey they started off as, an ugly dull color, to a beautiful rainbow and array of colors.

Some people found their soulmates right away, your best friend in middle school let out a small gasp when the heartthrob of the school asked her for a pen. Her wrist busted into beautiful shades of green like a forest etched into the writing. Some people got lucky with their marks, and their colors always meant something to their other half.

When your mark first etched into your skin, you were thirteen. Womanhood gave you cramps and a soulmark. Despite how elated your family was that your mark appeared, they always teased you about your soulmate's choice of first words. "What the hell are you doing?" Etched in cursive, dull, brown ink. You used to get excited whenever someone spoke to you for the first time. Now, much older than your friends, you felt left out. You were one of the few people with a boring, lifeless, and haven’t-met-my-soulmate-yet-grey mark. You've been pointedly ignoring it for years.

You became a practiced surgeon. The long shifts at the ER helped ease your mind that you were one of the few people without your soulmate yet. Your family worried about it constantly. Maybe your other half was dead, maybe they aren't even from the same country as you.

Pushing all those thoughts aside, and begging to get away from your overbearing family, you moved to New York, and were approached by a Stark representative to work as the Avengers' personal surgeon. It took months of preparation under Helen Cho and Bruce Banner, learning exactly what ailments and enhancements every Avenger had. Super soldiers, gamma radiation, a telekinetic witch, it was a lot to learn, but you took it in stride.

Now three months into the position came the first challenge, a mission gone sideways. You grabbed your stethoscope, wrapping it around your neck as FRIDAY's voice appeared. "Your presence is requested in OR 2, Agent Barton has deep lacerations and multiple bullet wounds."

"On it!" You called out to the AI, already heading in that direction. You rushed in, noticing Dr. Banner already attempting to take a bullet out of the still awake Hawkeye. "Jeez, ever heard of anesthesia Bruce? And stop pulling on that bullet in his leg, it could be lodged in his femoral artery and he'll bleed out before you can toss the bullet into waste." You gloved up, shooing the doctor away who held his hands up in surrender. "Hello, I'm Dr. Y/n L/n, and excuse my forgoing of formalities, Agent Barton, but the bullet in your shoulder looks to have nicked something major and I'd rather make sure you live than introduce myself." He responded with a groan, nodding. You now noticed the redhead he was gripping hands with, who you recognized as Natasha Romanoff before you rushed to help him.

You quickly went to work, asking Bruce for gauze when needed and taking out bullets, green eyes watching you like a hawk, which you found ironic. Four bullets later you sutured the bullet wounds, then the laceration, effectively cleaning up the blood and bandaging him up. You clapped your hands faintly, smiling. "Done!" You grinned up at the two. Clint was out of it, staring up at Natasha who was staring at you. "Make sure he rests, and he should be up and running in a few weeks."

"You're new," Natasha stated, still eyeing you warily.

You nodded, "Still getting the hang of it, but I know what I'm doing, usually at least. But what's a little adventure into the unknown?" You smiled warmly, noticing she loosened up a bit.

"Thanks for patching Clint here up," she sighed softly, still holding onto the Archer.

"Of course, kind of my job to make sure you are all patched up. Tell him to try not to hit anything too major next time though," you teased.

She chuckled, "Will do, till next time."

"Hopefully you guys stay safe enough there aren't too many next times, besides, I have to take Robin Hood here to a room to rest," you cleaned up the station, before transferring Clint to his own room to rest. Natasha and you kept talking, and by the time you had to leave, she had started warming up to you.

You had found out she was so wary since the two were soulmates. Her soulmark was shades of purple, and Clint's was in shades of black and red, you noticed as you worked on him, but you knew not to ask what the words said. She had found out more about you and had seen that you haven't met your soulmate yet.

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About a month later you had met or patched up most of the Avengers, and Natasha and Clint were the closest to you, as well as Bruce since you saw the most of them. FRIDAY had alerted you that the Avengers were back from another mission gone bad, this time it was Sam Wilson who was hurt, he was unconscious, and his vitals were dropping fast. Steve and Bucky were running in after him, just as you got to work. You patted your scrubs down, the bright orange and pink Ombre was a bold choice but you wanted a splash of color against the white sterile walls of your lab and operating room, as the Avengers tended to let you do what you wanted.

You silently went to work, washing hands, pulling on gloves, and wordlessly grabbing what you need to save his life. You groaned aloud, grabbing the bandages and cauterizing tool, but you weren't able to do your job due to the two towering super-soldiers blocking your way. Unable to push them away from you instead opted to jump on top of the patient. Terrible procedure? Definitely. But you had two super soldiers that wouldn't move, and you had a patient dying.

Both men simultaneously cried out, "What the hell are you doing?"

You were already starting your cauterizing tool, cauterizing the artery that was the cause of the blood loss. "My job, if you don't let me do it, he'll die from blood loss. So, get out of my way!" You pushed one of the soldiers out of the way, Steve you think, grabbing the gauze and patching up Sam. Once you were finally done, you jumped off of him, he stabilized halfway through your work, so you hooked him up to an IV and stood back at your handiwork. You ripped your gloves off, tossing them away as you washed your hands. You froze, your mark was now a splash of color. Navy blue ink etched in silver and gold. That only meant one thing, one of the super-soldiers behind you was your soulmate. But they both said it at the same time, which one was your other half? Could you survive having an Avenger soulmate? You had patched them up enough to know how many close calls they tended to have.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Of course, one of the very same men you were thinking about was concerned about your sudden shyness.

"I'm not quite sure, Captain Rogers," you turned back around. "Your friend will be alright, just needs to rest and heal, but he'll be fine." You smiled brightly at the two super soldiers looking at you warily.

Captain Roger's mark was already colored in, you could see the peaks of bright red just peeking out of his uniform. Sargent Barnes, however, didn't have any color peeking out of his right hand, and that's when you realized his mark might have been on his left wrist before it was torn off. That meant you had to outright ask the two intimidating men about their marks, something only children did.

"Are you sure you're okay, doll?" Barnes was the one that spoke up this time, both men weren't quite sure what to make of you. You were pushing them out of the way to do your job minutes ago but now seemed shy.

You took a deep breath, "There’s no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it, I think one of you two is my soulmate." You said it quickly, looking absolutely anywhere but them.

"What do you mean?" That time it was the Captain.

You exposed your wrist, the brilliant shades of Navy lined in gold and silver. The silver and gold seemed to shimmer, and even without their enhancements, both men could make out the writing. Both men shared a look, and you noticed you had gained an audience. Natasha, Clint, Bruce, and Tony were now standing at the room, you were too preoccupied panicking to even notice their entrance to check in on the now waking up Falcon beside you.

"You two said those words and my mark gained color, one of you is my soulmate," a groan from beside you diverted your attention. You went to work, making sure Sam was comfortable as he started to become aware of his surroundings.

"I wake up and one of the fossils gets a soulmate? I should get injured more often, maybe they'll both get lives before I die," he joked in a weak voice.

"I have limited patience with someone who tried to get shot, Wilson," you rolled your eyes, checking to make sure he didn't rip his stitches as he sat up. "And you shouldn't be sitting up, you've lost a lot of blood," you tried reasoning, but he just waved you off.

"Na, I've got to see this. Aren't you the new doctor Tony hired? You're cute, too bad I'm not your soulmate, smart and pretty," he rambled on, the medication starting to kick in.

"I've been here for four months, you just manage not to get as many bullets in you like the others," you made sure his IV drip was working before turning to your audience.

Steve spoke up first, "It’s not me," he exposed his mark. "My soulmate was Peggy Carter," his mark was bright red, the color of bright lipstick. He had left his soulmate back in the forties, that had to suck.

His eyes went to Bucky, as did yours. He looked a little stunned. "Repeat what you first said to me," he said it softly, almost hesitant.

"Well, I can't remember! I was trying to make sure Birds of Justice here didn't die!" You gave him a pointed look, Sam laughed at that, and you shot him a glare, "No laughing, you'll rip your stitches and if you do something stupid I'll kick your ass myself."

"Oh, feisty, I like her," a loopy Sam Wilson giggled like a school girl beside you.

"FRIDAY, please repeat the audio of what Dr. Y/l/n said when Sam first came in," Natasha stated, making you roll your eyes.

"Nat, I'm just Y/n to you," you mumbled, but otherwise kept quiet, needing to know the answer to the riddle written in ink around your wrist.

"Certainly, Agent Romanoff," the AI replied before the audio played.

The two super soldiers’ voices rung out first, "What the hell are you doing?"

Before your voice replied in the audio, "My job, if you don't let me do it, he'll die from blood loss. So, get out of my way!"

You looked towards the former Winter Soldier. "Does Navy Blue, Silver and Gold mean anything to you, Sargent Barnes?" You held up your wrist, and he gently grabbed it with his right hand. His thumb brushed across the ink etched deep into your skin.

"Navy Blue was my uniform color when I was a Howling Commando, silver was the color of my first metal arm, and gold is currently in my metal arm. And call me Bucky," he held up the black and gold vibranium arm for you to inspect. "I always thought my soulmate would be a nurse during the war, one I flirted to at the wrong time, or got in the way one too many times. I guess I was partially right," he kept his voice soft, the two of you locking eyes.

"You're my soulmate? I never thought I'd find you," you mumbled softly, getting lost in his blue eyes.

"My left wrist had those words, and I lost it in the fall of the train, and I'm actually glad I did because Hydra couldn't find you that way, and I'm sorry you have me as a soulmate, and I'm sorry you can't even get to see the colors my mark would have, and-" he rambled on, making you smile, gently taking his hand and interlacing your hands together, promptly shutting him up.

"I'm not sad you’re my soulmate, Bucky. I was just confused is all. I had basically accepted I'd never find mine, I've had dull brown ink on me since I was thirteen. But it's you. I found you," you couldn't stop smiling up at him.

He gave you a bashful smile, "I'd like to think my mark would be the colors of your scrubs. Orange and pinks like a sunset," he explained.

"Or a sunrise," you spoke up, "New beginnings and all."

Natasha made a retching sound behind the two of you. "Absolutely adorable and disgusting. We'll watch over him, y/n, he's already falling asleep, and we'll have FRIDAY update you if needed. Go on break," she shooed you out of the room, Steve already tossing Bucky out with you, Sam making cooing noises behind you as he fell asleep. They shut the door, effectively giving you not much choice.

"Well, I guess that settles it," you turned to Bucky, who looked towards you a little skeptical. "Let me formally introduce myself, soulmate. I'm Dr. Y/n y/m/n y/l/n, but you can call me y/n/n." You put your hand out, your mark on full display.

He gave you a goofy smile in response, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles before kissing your wrist right over your mark. "Why hello, soulmate. I'm Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky."

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I’ll Get You Up On Your Feet

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: General (G) Word Count: ~2.5k Notes: I’m not the biggest Noah Cyrus fan, but I thought of her song Team almost instantly. I kind of went from there - I hope you enjoy the cheeky fluffiness, nonnie! Warnings: None, it’s saccharine sweet, y’all.  Summary: 

Tony is used to the media blowing his name up. He’s dealt with it his entire life. Peter, on the other hand, is still adjusting. A nasty comment on a special picture gives Tony insight on Peter that he never had before. 

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For the most part, Tony didn’t mind being a household name.

A lot of years, his name had a negative connotation connected with it – whether it was because of his weapons industry monopoly or the playboy portion of his notorious nickname, people turned their noses up at his name in the headlines.

His stint in the desert changed not only his perspective, but the general public’s, too. Everyone loved a good sob story, even if it came at the price of a bit of Tony’s sanity and the inherent safety he felt up until that point. Though the Iron Man suit brought him positive notoriety, Tony pursued the good he could do with it for purely selfish reasons. He survived the miserable conditions and all odds bet against him for a reason. That guided his moral compass.

Then, he met Peter Parker. At first, his interests were strictly on Spider-Man and the brilliance that Peter could create when behind the mask. Even in pajamas and pool goggles, he moved marvelously and got the job done without any hesitation. It became abundantly clear that with a good support system, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man could easily be a hero that the world needed.

Try as he might, Tony did not possess the strength to keep Peter away from the dangerous situations. Besides the fact that they needed the skill and intelligence he possessed, Tony was acutely aware of the truth that Peter did belong amongst them and his youth was not an exclusionary criterion. It couldn’t be – not when Peter understood what it was like to carry the world on his shoulders.

After Thanos, there wasn’t denying anyone’s worth – the entirety of the Avenger’s collective put everything they had into the plan, execution, and inevitable defeat of the biggest foe the world took on to date. From that point on, there was no point in trying to deny anything – especially when it came to Peter. The boy he met in the small apartment in Queens was no longer the youth Tony forced himself to categorize him as. It was easier to think of him as a kid than admit that so many things he saw in Peter were exactly what he was looking for.

Even though the realization came, Tony still felt a little hesitant. He offered Peter a position in his lab that equated to something full time in R&D while he went to school, so they were always around each other. There seemed to always be a power balance between them – one that, when the media got a whiff of, would be the highlight of the story; not the relationship that Tony knew they could have. Though, the more he thought about it, the easier it was to see that any relationship with Peter would be scrutinized – their history together was too deep.

Peter did not have the same qualms, however. Tony noticed the flirting when he first started working in the lab. It wasn’t subtle, though, he didn’t think Peter was trying to be. At 20, Tony remembered the ruthless way he went after the things he wanted – he recognized the hunger for that in Peter’s eyes almost instantly. Tony tried to resist it for as long as he could, but the siren call of a connection that just made sense couldn’t be fought. Especially when, in most circumstances, Tony was a hopeless mess that never picked the right fights.

At least Tony felt the satisfaction of finally making the first move. It was only a matter of time, the two of them were dancing around each other – Tony let himself lean into Peter’s touches more and when the dam broke, he pulled him in by the hips and pressed their lips together so tenderly. Peter’s gasp gave him just enough room to deepen it; and suddenly, the line was crossed.

Most of the people around them took to their relationship pretty easily. Of course, the team had a few reservations about objectivity, but with the way Tony was trying to take a step back from the actual battle part of the Avenger gig, it wasn’t too difficult to reassure everyone that missions would come first. When it was reasonable, at least. Though, Tony didn’t voice that to anyone but Peter. May wasn’t hard to convince once Peter was able to make her understand that the move was recent and that at 20, he was more than capable of making his own choices.

For the sake of actually enjoying things between them without the world’s opinion, Tony and Peter spent the first 2 years of their relationship keeping it on the way down low. They were plenty open in front of the team and around Happy and Pepper who were surprisingly supportive of the whole thing – but in public, Tony tried to keep the dopey smile off his face and worked exceedingly hard not to touch Peter, no matter how much he wanted to.

When Peter graduated college, Tony took things one step further between them and got down on one knee in the comfort of the sleek kitchen of Stark Tower. The dark tungsten of the ring looked good on Peter’s skin and immediately drew media attention when it was in pictures the very next day. It seemed like a good time to finally let the world know about the love that ran so deeply between them.

Of course, Tony’s worst fears showed their ugly head almost immediately. Every media outlet that ever wanted to say something bad about Tony decided to pick apart the entirety of their relationship – starting when Spider-Man joined the Avengers. It was a rough blow to the wall he created around the precious thing between him and Peter. They’d been in the dark hiding for so long, it took him a little while to adjust to the bright light of unrelenting cameras flashing and rumors being created just because.

He figured that letting a news outlet like People take care of the photography for their wedding would calm the craziness down a little bit. The entire thing was understated and highlighted who they were together as a couple. Peter smashed cake in his face, and they ended the night with the cheesiest walk under sparklers that were some of the hardest things to procure out of all the wedding supplies that ended up being necessary.

The photos were beautiful and the write up that went with it actually did justice to the sincerity of the relationship between him and Peter. It took the heat off of them for a little while – the cuteness and novelty of two of the world’s superheroes getting hitched sparked an entirely different discussion than the age different between two consenting adults.

That’s what he thought, anyway.

A couple weeks after coming back from their honeymoon, Tony found Peter on the couch looking at his phone with the grumpiest expression. The ache to rub the crease between his brows away settled in the tip of his fingers, but he ignored it, sitting on the cushion next to him instead. “What’s up, Pete?” Tony asked as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his husband’s temple.

“Pepper told me not to ever look at the comments when I first joined up, you know?” Peter mumbled, his voice a little hoarse from the obvious emotion coursing through him. The question was rhetorical – that was rule number one when trying to keep ahold of sanity while constantly under public scrutiny. Peter knew that, too – but sometimes desire easily bypassed rational thinking.

“I put up the most beautiful picture from our wedding. The one where you’re gazing at me like I’m the greatest gift to the world. And I forgot – just for a second. That people suck.” Peter shrugged, the defeated gesture making his heart pang.

For the longest time, Peter didn’t want to sit in the limelight – Tony and the rest of the crew did what they could to make sure Peter’s identity remained a secret. It was enough to get him through high school and then another year or two through college before it got too hard to hide. Tony remembered the conversation they had about Peter taking the last step out of the dark vividly – even then, he’d been apprehensive. More than anything, Tony understood the mourning of his private life.

Wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder, Tony pulled him tightly against him, the shininess of the ring on Peter’s finger catching his eye – he still got a little giddy thinking about the look on his face when Carol pronounced them husbands. He grabbed up that hand and pressed a kiss to the ring and the knuckles surrounding it.

“It sucks, doesn’t it? Being under the microscope of people that don’t know you or anything about you or your life. The judgement of a populace that only gets news presented to them by people that have an agenda.” He bite down on all the other comparisons that wanted to flow out of his mouth – Peter got the point, he could see it in his eyes.

“What doesn’t suck, though, is the fact that you’re mine. Or the fact that despite what people want to believe, our relationship is built on a foundation that is unshakable and as pure as the carnality of a marriage can be. Fuck them, Pete. If I’ve learned anything, that’s all the really matters. We didn’t save the world to live within it half-assed. I love you. No one gets to take that away from me – or us.”

Peter leaned into him; the frantic nodding of his head felt against the solid part of Tony’s chest. He recognized strong arms circling around his middle, crushing him against Peter in a way that he’d grown familiar with over the years. His husband was so incredibly cognizant of the truth of his statements – Tony could tell by the silence that engulfed them, and the way he merely squeezed him tightly.

“You’re right, Tones. You’re right. It just got under my skin – the way people decided to disregard something that’s so real and pure and honest. I always want to defend you. Your character shouldn’t suffer because love for you came in the package of someone that’s younger. It’s grossly unfair,” Peter retorted, the huff in his breath making his voice come off pouty and the slightest bit childish.

It warmed Tony’s heart.

“Pete, the fact that you’re on my team is more than enough. I’m used to the outlandish things people want to paint me with. You’re all I need. Knowing that you don’t think those things, is the easiest way for me to stay firm and not care about what people think.” Turning a little, Tony grabbed Peter’s cheeks softly, his thumbs tracing the seam of Peter’s lips.

“I’ll always be on your team,” Peter whispered, his lips kissing at Tony’s thumb with every pass of the digit. “I love you, Tony.”

Tony leaned forward and pressed their lips together then, his eyes closing when Peter wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him in closer. He still needed to go back to the lab and finish the latest experiment they were working on, but in that moment, it felt more important to keep Peter close and enjoy the fact that his husband loved him so damn much. Enough to be offended by the shit people said about him, to want to stand up and defend him for all he’s worth.

The unfortunate truth of the matter was, Peter would have to get used to it – Tony couldn’t escape his past or the fact that the people believed that he owed them a piece of himself. Of course, Tony didn’t need to throw that in his young husband’s face just yet; there’d be more than enough time for that learning lesson. Instead, he let Peter lead them through a deep kiss, their lips kiss swollen when the need to breath pulled them away from each other.

“I love you too, Pete,” Tony muttered against Peter’s lips, “but, I know you knew that already.” He pulled back and tossed Pete a beaming smile. A moment later, an idea slipped across the front of his mind and made the look on his face transform quickly from affection to mischief.

“Want to really say fuck ‘em?” he asked, getting up off the couch and pulling Peter with him.

He walked them down the hallway until they were outside of their bedroom – Peter quirked a brow at him but didn’t say a thing. Tony walked them forward until he was kicking off his shoes and crawling into the middle of the bed. “Come on,” Tony beckoned, his back flat against the mattress and arm spread open wide for Peter to settle in against his chest.

Peter, being the beaming baby that he was, didn’t hesitate to crawl into the space Tony left for him, his face settling into the nook of his husband’s shoulder. Tony wrapped his arm around Peter’s wide shoulders and pulled him close.

Getting his phone out of his pocket took a bit of maneuvering, but he finally did and fucked around with it until the camera was facing them. “Be extra cute, Petey,” Tony said, his voice soft as he lifted the camera above them. Wrapping Peter up and turning his head, Tony snapped a few shots – his thumb hitting the button over and over again.

Greedy hands took his phone from him before Tony could swipe through the different pictures he’d taken. It was all well and good – he and Peter both looked amazing in any pictures they ever took of each other or together. The prints from their wedding they decided to have put up a couple of days ago were proof of that.

A soft rush of air leaving Peter’s lips had Tony looking over, his eyes softening when he saw the picture that Peter was looking at. Tony’s lips were spread in a smile against Peter’s forehead. Peter’s eyes were closed and the expression on his face was absolutely blissful. His hand was on Tony’s cheek where the gleaming wedding ring was abundantly obvious. The natural way they fit together came through in the picture – there was no deny it.

“Put that one up. Force those shitty people to see just how good we are together.”

The vibration in his pocket a little while later had him pulling his phone out. Grinning when he saw the @PeteParkerStark Instagram notification and quickly went about pulling the post up. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh when he saw it – the little reminders of why Peter Parker Stark was his husband never failed to blow him away.

There, under the picture they’d just taken, was a caption that read – ‘fuck ‘em <3’.

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 128

Down in the lab that was definitely not a hospital, you were drifting in and out on top of a cold table while a scan finished. You didn’t think it was particularly necessary, but Tony was in a mood, so there was really no saying no. As JARVIS spoke a hologram of your insides- which kind of felt like a violation (even though you’d agreed)- lit up just aside you. “The blast from the PF-98 shattered your side-wall defense and fractured your ribs which then punctured your lung. Falling approximately one hundred and twelve feet with no attempt at stabilization did not help, either. You also have a minor concussion.” Damage points lit up to life in bright cherry-red, while the video through your helmet visor at the time of the fight played in a different smaller window. 

“Well, that explains the pain.” Doing your best to hold your annoyance at bay. 

“Second scans show your metabolic healing rate is slower than previous charting. In fact, it has been slowing by a rate of .04% every year beginning in May of 2012.” 

Your eyes met with Tony’s as he half turned, one arm crossed, the other resting in the crook so he could hold his chin in his palm. 2012. How about that. “Some people can’t even heal at all, so I’ll count my blessings.” Trying to just… ignore the implications of whatever that was, sitting up- and then lying right back down with an uneasy groan. “So- I’ll just- hang out here for a while…” Closing your eyes you basked in the sound of machines humming and Tony’s fingers drumming on tech-glass. “We actually should look into an in-house medic, you know.” 

His amused scoff sounded off somewhere to your left. “Yeah. Barton nearly bit off more than he could chew today. I’ll make some calls. I’ve got some people in mind.” 

The white noise in the quiet was not as calming as you would have liked. “...you get an ID on that weapon yet?” 

Frustration rolled over to you from him as he tried to keep it together. “I’ve been pulling data for hours. Nothing comes close to what you saw.” 

While you didn’t want to be the one that asked… “Are we thinking it’s alien tech?” Because your team was now on a hunt for Hydra after learning they’d stolen alien parts. It made sense, right? 

“The Chitauri didn’t have anything like this. Otherwise they would have turned us to dust the second they hit the street.” Easy conclusion to draw. These things were small- possibly easy to make. Definitely easy to carry in large numbers. But if this wasn’t tied to your current problem, that meant there were more problems. “They were beasts, they wanted to fight. Guts and glory. This would have been too easy a kill for them.” 

JARVIS suddenly spoke above you, “Ma’am, you are producing alarming amounts of norepinephrine.” You didn’t need him to explain what that was exactly to know what he was getting at. 

Pretending like you didn’t care, however, “It would have been foolish to assume the Chitauri were the only aliens around- what is Ultron for if not that- but does SHIELD have files on-” 

“SHIELD has plenty of files. All pertinent ones to this? Deep sixed. With just enough breadcrumbs.” 

The sound of a door opening on the far side of the lab preceded a familiar voice, and a gaggle of footsteps. “SHIELD used to have plenty of files.” You half sat up quickly, ignoring the pain, to see Coulson and three unfamiliar faces approaching. “But SHIELD’s time is over. Remember? Unless you’ve been hanging around Talbot a little too long.”

Tony’s continued frustration boiled over into anger, though he hid it. “Security breach.” 

JARVIS answered. “My apologies, sir. It was the next thing on my list, had the both of you not ignored me.” 

Pushing yourself off the table, trying to make yourself a little more presentable to your sudden guests (not particularly happy about being bombarded in your own home), you started pulling sensors off your skin and removed the band from your head. “It’s nice to see you. You should have called ahead, I would have made dinner.” 

Coulson stopped just at the other end of the table. “You’ve done enough for one day.” 

Tony snapped his fingers a few times at the other boy Coulson had brought with him, “You leave so much as a fingerprint on my console-” Threatening him then with a point of his finger. Said boy recoiled, holding his hands up in defense. A short man, brown hair, blue eyes; kind of unremarkable. “Don’t touch my stuff.” 

“Sorry, sir.” Head down, hands held very tightly together then. Embarrassment leaked off him. He held an unsteady hand Tony’s way. “Fitz, sir. I’m pleased to meet you.” His tone was light but carried with it a Scottish accent.

Coulson sighed. “That’s Agent Fitz. Who knows better. Because we talked about this on the flight over.” He gestured to the other two women who were with him. “This is Agent Simmons and Agent Skye.” 

The one called Simmons held her hand out to you, so you gave her a quick shake. She smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” More pleasant than her partner, brown hair, brown eyes and a kind smile. Soft spoken with a British accent. 

Though Skye had had her arms crossed, she unfurled them to mirror Simmons. So you shook her hand next. Her smile was a little more wry. She seemed a little sharper than Simmons, darker brown hair in loose waves with dark brown eyes. “What she said.” Ah. The tough badass of the group. Message received. 

You immediately put your attention back on Coulson. “There’s a lot of agents in my Tower suddenly for an organization you’re pretending is dead.” 

He tipped his head back. “Well, if we’re beyond the ruse, let me make it clear. Your involvement in this case is no longer necessary.” 

Irritation fluttered through you, not just your own, but Tony’s as well. Still, you were quick enough to get the first words out. “Is that right? I think you’ll remember I quit SHIELD. Working or not, I don’t take orders from you. Director.” 

Tony came closer over to your side. “Director? Fury pass the sword on his way out? What’s the use in titles for an organization that’s in the ground? But- congrats by the way. Huge promotion.” 

“It is.” Coulson agreed. “And it also means I don’t have time to babysit anymore. As far as I understand it, you don’t really have time to investigate this matter, either. So why don’t we just make this very short and sweet.” 

Waving a hand his way, “I stuck up for you today-” 

“Really? When did you do that? Around the time Talbot was telling the UN we’re still a threat?” It was strange. Coulson was usually pretty amicable, even when he was being annoying. But he seemed to be a little… hurt. 

“I told him that wasn’t SHIELD. Because I know it isn’t. We dealt with this a few months back- Hill said she was going to get in touch with you-�� 

“She did. And now we’re here. So that ends your involvement.” Dry as ever. 

“No.” Tony was only just starting. You knew this was about to get ugly. “It would have. If you people ever did your jobs. But her involvement included fending off alien tech with no way to save the people around her, while you and these baby agents were probably sitting in front of a TV watching cartoons. Why wasn’t this cleaned up before then? Where were you when it mattered?” Standing face to face with him by the end of it, eyes narrowed. 

Coulson regarded him very carefully. “We’re here now.” 

The heart of the matter came to a head when Tony leaned right into Coulson’s personal space. “Tell me you didn’t know  that SHIELD stole from us. Tell me didn’t know about the scepter changing hands.” 

Silence held the room before the answer came. “Is that what you really want, Stark?” 

Disappointment was a heavy thunder then and Tony shook his head, easing back. You put a hand on his arm to steady him, and tried for something else. “We know it’s alien weaponry. And we know SHIELD must know what kind. Can you just tell us-”

Coulson zeroed in on you. “What difference would it make? If I listed off ten alien races on SHIELD’s radar, what difference would it make? You don’t have any information.” 

Tony made a noise of annoyance. “That’s kind of the point, don’t you think?” 

Simmons took a steadying breath and then very bravely put herself in between you. “If I may… I don’t think this is a productive means of discussion.” 

Skye half turned away. “If I’d have known this was just gonna be a pissing match between SHIELD and the Avengers I would have stayed on the jet.” 

This riled you for more reasons than you could count. You didn’t mean to lay into her, but… “I’m getting the sense you haven’t been an agent for very long.” She turned to look at you, almost momentarily stunned. “We’re not Avengers right now. We’re people. I’m a person who saw people die today. And a lot of signs point to that that could have been avoided- and at the same time today- my team was on a mission trying to clean up a mess SHIELD left for them that has left hundreds more people dead. And thousands more to come if we don’t figure it out for them. So I want you to listen to me very closely, Agent Skye. There’s a line of separation between being a faction and being a person. And you better figure out how to find it. Because SHIELD got real comfortable with lying for a banner cause. For the good of a team that thought it knew better than everyone else. And a lot of people suffered- and are still suffering because of it.” 

A multitude of feelings poured over you. A quick sense of further embarrassment- disappointment- astonishment- but as Tony’s arm wound around you low, hand palming over your hip to pull you to his side- purposefully- there was a warm thrum of pride that rocked him. 

The sound of the door opening in the back cut the tension down to size as everyone turned to see Bruce entering. He had a tablet in his hands, reading, and halfway into the room looked up finally and realized that he’d walked into a mess. “I’m uh… I seem to be interrupting something… I’m sorry.” But truly, you were grateful he had. 

Fitz seemed to jolt at the opportunity to get away from this, going over to him with his hand out. “Doctor Banner, I’m pleased to meet you. Agent Fitz.” 

Simmons was a close second, only after getting a nod from Coulson- probably one that meant she should step away. Which she did, gladly. Excitement bubbled off her as the two of them swarmed Bruce. “Doctor Banner…” 

Their voices were drowned out by Coulson putting his attention back on you. He seemed sullen. “...we don’t know what that weaponry was. But we’re going to find out. We do know who led the attack. His name is Marcus Scarlotti. He’s with Hydra. We have a… history. We know where he’ll be headed. I’ve already sent a team to work on apprehending him.” Bending the knee finally. “I know you have your hands full. And maybe it’s taken me too long… I want it known that I appreciate everything you’ve done. Both for SHIELD and the Avengers. The both of you.” 

But he looked directly at you next. “I don’t know if you’ve ever gone over the leaked case file of your SHIELD assessment. But I put several complaints about Fury’s behavior towards you. He was harder on you than most. And I know that ruined the relationship. For everyone. It was a shame. You were an incredible asset.” Realizing his SHIELD-speak had usurped what he was trying to get at- the very thing you’d just given a lecture about- he shook his head. “...an incredible person.” 

It was better to stop fighting now, even if there were probably more things to say. You tried a smile on for him. “Still am. Hopefully. ...thank you. That means a lot. But I didn’t quit over the way Fury was treating me. I quit over irreconcilable differences with SHIELD.” 

His nod was weak. “We’re running things differently now.”

You made sure to keep an even gaze. “I hope that’s true.” 

 He looked up at Tony again. “I didn’t know SHIELD redirected your trucks until Hill told me. I didn’t know about the scepter, either. Believe it or not, I’ve got my hands pretty full these days.” He drew a breath in but as careful to not let it leave as a sigh. “We’ll handle this. So that you can handle everything else. When we’re finished we’ll give you all the details.” He then held his hand out to Tony. “Alright?” 

Tony let him sweat for ten full seconds before giving it up and putting his hand firm in Coulson’s. “We’re square.” 

Trying your luck, and in the effort of team spirit, “I know you probably have a lot to get to. But it’s late already. Why don’t I call the team and order some dinner for everyone? You can stay the night too, if you need to.” 

Coulson, for once, grinned. “And here I thought last time you said you didn’t have any vacancies.” 

You held up your finger. “For criminals.” 

In the back, Fitz’s hand shot straight up. “I could do with a hot meal. Please.” 

Simmons stopped her fawning over Bruce for a moment to concur. “I think we’ll be alright to stay a while.” 

Tony allowed himself half a smirk. “Well, Coulson, your kids seem to wanna stay.” 

Coulson seemed entirely unamused. “Dinner. And that’s it. Everyone’s back on the jet after. I’ve been meaning to speak to Romanoff and Barton anyway.” 

“They’re probably hanging out downstairs.” Giving them the go ahead to go find them. Coulson’s group petered off towards the exit, sweeping Bruce out with them. You pulled your phone from your pocket, stalled momentarily by Tony’s arm around your shoulders and a cautious glance your way. “What’s up?” 

“Are you really alright for a group dinner?” Still worried it seemed. 

You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring pat to his heart and leaned up to press a small kiss to the corner of his jaw. “I’ll be okay.” He chased you in a lean down, only getting as far as a bare kiss before he pulled back. It was then you realized one of the team had not left. 

Skye was standing there, uncomfortably so, holding tight to herself. Before you could ask her if she was alright, she started speaking. “Look- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to come off that way. If it’s still worth anything, I really respect everything you’ve done. And the stuff you guys are still doing.” She shook her head. “I know it might seem hollow now, but I know what it’s like to keep busting your ass nonstop, trying to do what’s right, even when everything else seems like it’s always against you.” 

Letting the moment have a few seconds to breathe, you waited to step away from Tony. But when you did, you went to her, and held your hand out. “It’s not hollow. And I appreciate the apology. I’m sorry I went so hard on you.” 

Putting her hand in yours, she returned the gesture with a firm shake. And then a wry grin. “No apologies necessary. Sometimes it’s good to get chewed out from time to time. Reminds you you’re not the only person in the world.” 

                                                      ---

It was genuinely nice to have such a full house for once. While there was still so much work still to do, for both teams sitting in the lounge that night, it was just nice to pretend to be normal. To be a unit. Of course as the evening went on, groups splintered off. You tried not to eavesdrop too heavily, but when Coulson went to speak directly with Nat and Clint you kept your ear turned just the right way. You definitely heard him bring up that Scarlotti character- and then were sure you heard the name Agent Morse. 

Just that name alone sparked an amused interest in Natasha, while Clint pulsed feelings of bitterness. Maybe it was better not to spy on the spies, after all. Seemed kind of personal. 

As the night wound down and Coulson began making it clear they had to leave, you walked them back up to the flight deck and shook hands with each agent as they passed by back into the jet. Coulson of course, was the last to board, and held your hand for maybe a little longer than normal. There was just one small thing to resolve, you felt. “Just to be clear… I haven’t been going around town badmouthing SHIELD or anything. And the stuff with Talbot I was basically forced to do. Every opportunity I’ve been given, I’ve made it clear I don’t like the way they handled SHIELD’s downfall.” 

He let go of you and gave you a good stared own. But, when it was over, his smile was genuine. “I’ve never once questioned the integrity of your character. If you find yourself in a position where it’s easier to not stick up for us, don’t feel bad about it.” 

“It’s not about feeling bad about it.” It was about what was right and what was wrong. SHIELD handled a lot of things poorly, but they certainly were government sanctioned, no matter how hard the government wanted to throw them under a bus to get away from everything. And they certainly weren’t terrorists. 

“I know it’s not.” Saying without saying it. I trust you. He then gave you a nod. “Thanks for dinner. I’m sure we’ll be back.” 

Tony put an arm around your shoulders as he stood at your side. “Don’t get any ideas of freeloading. This was a one-time thing.” His sass earned him a little swat on the butt as you dropped your arm behind him. Something that had a surprised chuckle escaping him as he reached out for a final handshake with Coulson. 

It had been a nice evening, everything else considered. And everything else that had come before it. Tomorrow morning you’d have to make a statement in the media room about what had happened at the United Nations. You’d make it clear that you didn’t believe SHIELD was involved- because you had no idea what the spin was going to be on this. There had really never been a more obvious bait job, really, and you’d make it plain that anyone who bought into it was highly unintelligent. 

Still… both you and Tony laid awake that night. Again. As usual. Finding sleep a little hard to come by. Turning on your side, cozying up closer to him, he held his arm around you, while his other hand rested over yours on his chest. You stared across into the darkness. “...are you still planning on coming to the Tech Convention with me?” Your keynote was in a few days. And while plans had already been laid, things were getting progressively crazy. If he had to go out with the team, his time was better served there, you were sure. 

“I’m sure they’d understand if you canceled. You were attacked earlier today, if you don’t remember.” The fact that this was neither a yes or a no upset you a little. 

“I don’t get to sit around. I’m an Avenger, remember?” Not quite a normal person who might take a month off after being traumatized over and over and over and over… except for that one time very recently.

“Says who?” 

“Optics, that’s who. If I start ducking out every time someone throws a weapon at me, people are gonna start getting bold.” Showing that kind of weakness- saying to the world that it could count you out after every incident, big or small… that would really embolden a lot of people that didn’t need that sort of power. 

A sigh escaped him, one you found yourself unconsciously mirroring without a second thought. He scooped your hand up, lifting so that he could press a kiss to the back. Then to the side. Then turning to press one to your palm. Holding there for a few seconds. Then, “I’ll go with you. It’s in a few days, right? Just a little speech on a stage. You’re good at those.” 

“Just a little speech on a stage.” You assured him, half leaning up on your arm. Moving your hand from his, you brushed his hair back and then cupped his cheek in your palm, easing in just a little more to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” 

“I love you.” A murmur around another small touch of lips. “How’s the pain?” 

You hadn’t expected him to ask this, catching you by surprise just for a second. “It’s better. I’m okay now. I think.” He was probably trying to feel out what was going on with you- it would be a blessing to know. But you had no idea, either. And… right now you really didn’t want to talk about it. Even if it was better to do so. So, very plainly, you asked, “Can we not talk about that right now?” 

The way he was looking up at you, gazing at you, watching you closely- it eased you, but the small trickle of ache from him nearly broke you down. You were grateful when he clamped down on it, most likely knowingly so, and nodded. “Sure, honey.” 

You didn’t want to talk about anything, in fact. And let him know, as another kiss melted into something deeper. Then you let him take the lead and ousted both your troubles elsewhere for the night so that you could focus on each other. If you hadn’t healed up already, you were sure his intimacy and care- the love that rocked you through to your core would have fixed every other problem. 

                                                     ---

Tony stood by your side as you read a prepared statement for the press the next morning about the attack on the United Nations. You made sure to emphasize that you did not believe the people who attacked the building and killed people were SHIELD agent leftovers. And made doubly sure to let the people know, although vaguely, that the matter was being handled and their true identities would be discovered. 

You spoke about the loss of Italy’s representative, Dioli, and the several other lives lost that day. How it weighed on you, but how they would not have died in vain. You then very briefly discussed your new position as Enhanced Forces Ambassador and let the press know there would be more in the coming months about that position. 

Questions came in hot and heavy and you took only a few. Nothing too damaging or hard to answer. All in all a pretty easy press conference to get through despite the matter that was being discussed. 

Tony also stood right by your side a few days later when you took the center stage at the NYC Tech Convention to talk about Stark Industries’ new Intellicrops, and how they were getting closer to debut. Your scientists had been hard at work, as always, to try and better the world through technology. Most of their design was focused on making genetically modified seeds that would plant and thrive in soil hard to grow in. Land that was otherwise too dry or too polluted would not hold them back, and therefore many different types of landscapes could be converted to lush fields that would help feed people in need. 

One of the many ways that Stark Industries had been trying to work for the betterment of all mankind, to be sure, something you were not shy in underlining. After you were done with your presentation, you stepped aside to actually let the people who worked on the project speak on it. 

He took you to a very lovely private dinner that night. And, for once, it was nice to remember what it was like to just do this job, and not worry so much about the far bigger world saving things. A life where it was just you and Tony. Smiling across a table from each other, bathed in candlelight, while stocks soared. That kind of life. That was nice. 

The following Sunday was unremarkable. The team was scattered for non-work related reasons. Even they liked to live their lives when they were able to, and when there were no current missions on the docket. Tony was in the lab with Bruce, because if he wasn’t working or with you, or he wasn’t working with the Avengers, that was the next place you could find him. 

You’d stepped out in the afternoon for a coffee and thought you might grocery shop a little. Restock the kitchen. Happy offered to drive you, something you gratefully took him up on. But it was just after you’d left one of your favorite known-unknown cafes that you kind of wished you’d asked Tony for an escort instead. Because it was the one time he wasn’t with you that it seemed like it would have mattered. 

Jessica Jones was standing a single foot away from you as you left the shop. Hands in her pockets. Casting hot anger and bitterness upon you in droves. “We need to talk.” 

You held yourself tight as you stared her down. “What do you want from me now?” Was she there to tell you you hadn’t done the right thing, again? To guilt you? To provoke you? 

“Killgrave’s alive.” 

There was a sudden ringing in your ears that drowned out her angry muttering as your coffee slipped from your hands and splattered on her jeans and boots. It was hard to tell if you were breathing or not. A noise that held no form escaped you. One of equal parts panic and dismay. But it got your point across pretty well as she looked up at you again.

Fuck.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter One Hundred Twenty Eight #FUCK IS RIGHT BABIES :]

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Others Like Me                              Chapter 15:  Confidences

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                        Chapter 14  Read It On AO3

Both Barnes and Bucky are off the medical floor after one day, and back to normal after a week.

It takes only a few days for Tony to replace the gym.  It will be much longer than that before Tony stops complaining about having to replace the gym.  He tells Barnes and Bucky that the new gym exists only because the other Avengers asked for it and need it, and that the next items they damage will be the last, because if they ever break anything in there again, so help him, blah, blah, blah.

The biggest change, however, is that after that, Bucky is no longer restricted to his cell.  In fact, he’s moved into other quarters, real quarters, where he isn’t monitored and none of the walls is a transparent barrier.  He’s still restricted as to where he can go in the tower, but his choices are much wider now and include the common areas of the residences and even the landing platform.  

He knows this new freedom is Barnes’s doing. He also knows that neither Tony Stark nor Natasha Romanoff approve.  For whatever reason, though, Tony has chosen not to use his authority to prohibit it.

Bucky doesn’t push it.  Instead of trying to engage the team members, he waits for them to approach him.  He hasn’t been invited to join any team meals, but that doesn’t mean he’s alone much. Sam, Clint, and Bruce have declared their belief that he is trustworthy, that he is who he says he is.  They act accordingly.  The four of them, usually along with Barnes, work out and have frequent meals together.  They spend quite a bit of leisure time together, as well.  Bucky’s told them about their counterparts in his universe, and they’ve confirmed that their lives are pretty much the same here, which gives Bucky a welcome, comfortable sense of familiarity.  In fact, he’s becoming closer to them in this universe than he ever was in his.  Than you ever bothered to be, he tells himself. In many ways, this feels like a second chance.  A chance to get it right.  

Still, he has a long way to go.  Although Bucky is welcome in Bruce’s lab, both Tony and Barnes are blunt about the fact that, if he’s ever found in there alone, things will get ugly fast.  The same is true of any of the places he’s still forbidden to go.  

It hurts to be an outsider in this familiar setting, with these people he cares so much for.  It especially hurts to be so close to Tony and Natasha again, but to have them openly mistrustful, even hostile sometimes.  Bucky tries to be patient, to remind himself that they’re protecting themselves, and each other, as they should.  He gives them all the slack he can.  It helps to remember that he would do the same thing.  In fact, he knows that he would be far more suspicious than these guys are.  These Avengers never knew Hydra.  Because they haven’t lived through the experiences that his Avengers have, they aren’t hard like he is.  Like Steve was.  Even Marya is hard, in her way.  It’s a large part of the reason she still can’t believe he is who he is.  

He doesn’t know what these Avengers will do if they decide he’s a threat.  But knows that the team from his universe, including Marya, would kill him.  They’d have to.

Bucky thinks that’s why Marya’s been so compliant with the restrictions on her ability to see him.  Because he can see she’s struggling with them.  She watches him.  Although the Avengers make sure that he never gets too close to her, he feels her eyes on him constantly whenever they’re in the same room.  Just as he’s entirely aware of her.  And when she is allowed to talk to him - always with team members close by - she talks only to him.  It’s everywhere in her body language and he can hear it in her voice: she wants to be closer to him.  Only her loyalty to the team, and her deference to Stark’s and Barnes’s authority are holding her back.  That, and her loyalty to the Sergeant Barnes she is in love with, whom she can’t be sure is the one now claiming to be him.

The new gym has some upgrades from the old.  For one thing, the new equipment is even heavier-duty.  Bucky thinks that might be a subtle fuck you from Tony, but he appreciates it anyway. He knows Barnes does, too.  They both know the frustration of not being able to train full-out because no equipment can withstand the punishment an enhanced supersoldier can deliver.  It’s nice to use a heavy bag that will actually survive an entire workout.  

This morning, he and Barnes are side by side, punching and kicking at some new training dummies that are supposed to be the most durable ever made.  It was a little hard, getting started, because they both kept laughing, thinking about how they’d destroyed the old ones during their calamitous sparring match, in what basically boiled down to a really strange version of jousting.  One of the old dummies had ended up embedded in the ceiling, which Tony had threatened to leave there as a reminder of their bad behavior.  The only reason he hadn’t was that they both wanted him to.  

Jarvis is putting Barnes and Bucky through training drills, using a program that was designed especially for Steve and Barnes.  Jarvis calls out the strikes they’re to deliver to the training dummies: crosses, uppercuts, roundhouse kicks, hook kicks...  In this universe, both Steve and Barnes had been chosen for Project Rebirth, which means that they both had the same need for a training regimen that was simply not possible for an unenhanced person.  This program delivers it.  The serum Hydra gave Bucky and Marya was similar enough that both of them can do the program, too, although Bucky is working harder right now than Barnes is.  Marya, as a woman, simply doesn’t have the strength the men do, but she has more stamina. She can’t destroy the training dummy as quickly, but she can keep going with the program longer.  

Today, though, Marya is not training with Barnes and Bucky. At Barnes’s insistence, she’s across the gym with Clint, spotting one another as they do gymnastics.  Which puts her behind Barnes and Bucky, so Barnes can’t see her greedily watching Bucky.  But Clint can.

“C’mon, kid,” he complains.  “Pay attention so I don’t fall on my pretty face.”

“I’m sorry, Clint.  I’ll do better.”

Clint leans in and speaks sympathetically, too quietly for supersoldier hearing to pick up so far across the room.  “You better.  Barnes catches you ogling Bucky like that, he’s gonna forbid you to see him at all.  You know that’s what Tony wants him to do.”

Little frown lines between Marya’s eyebrows deepen as she looks between the supersoldiers and Clint.  “Actually, it’s not quite what you think.  I was thinking that maybe I should spar with Bucky.  My Sergeant and I used to spar; it could be a way to test whether it’s really him.  I will recognize how he fights, things we taught each other.”

Clint raises an eyebrow.  “You know, for an excuse, that’s not half bad.”

“It’s not an excuse.”

“Sure it is,” Clint winks.  “But I’m on your side.  His side, too, for that matter.  Let’s go talk to Barnes.”

 “I don’t think so, Marya.  Too dangerous,” Barnes says, toweling sweat from his hair.

“Don’t you think I can protect myself?”

“I know you can protect yourself.  Not that kind of dangerous.”

Right on cue, Bucky watches that adorable stubborn look come over Marya’s face.  “How, exactly, do you expect him to hypnotize me or seduce me or whatever, while I’m punching him and throwing him around?”

Barnes laughs, although he’s well aware she’s not exactly making a joke.  “We’ve had this conversation.”

“C’mon, Barnes,” Clint urges.  “Let them try it.  What if she’s right?  You said fighting with him is how you knew he was you.  Maybe fighting is how she’ll be able to tell if he’s the right you.”  

Barnes sighs in disgust, muttering, “When do I start having all this authority I was supposed to get as Captain America?”  

“Good man!”  Clint smiles hugely and claps him on the back.  

“No talking,” Barnes growls at Bucky and Marya. “Just spar.”

“No talking?”  Bucky mocks.  “I never met anyone talks as much as you do during a fight.  Well, one guy, but he’s just a kid.”

“Take it or leave it.”

“We’ll take it,” Marya announces, turning decisively toward the sparring mat as Bucky watches Barnes react to the “we”.  Oof.   Poor fucker.

Bucky follows her, more slowly, Clint and Barnes a few steps behind.  They come to stand next to a padded wall, six feet or so from where Marya and Bucky square off.  

“How do you wanna start?”  Bucky asks, suddenly feeling a little awkward, although he’s looking forward to this.  He takes a moment to re-wrap the low ponytail holding his hair back.

“Just start.  Come at me.”

Bucky finishes with his hair, shrugs and, without warning, lunges at Marya.  She jumps at the last instant, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing off, so that he ends up grabbing thin air, and she vaults over him, twisting to land behind him, facing him.  Before he has a chance to catch himself and turn around, she’s on him, tripping him with a foot around his ankle and grabbing his right wrist as he falls, so that he lands face down with her on top of him, one knee on the mat, the other on the back of his neck, and his right arm twisted behind him.

Barnes and Clint grin.  Bucky laughs out loud.

“That’s new!”

“Yes, it is,” she smiles.  “Clint’s.”

She lets Bucky up and he salutes Clint.  “Nice.”

“Again,” Barnes grunts.

This time, Bucky tells Marya to attack.  She starts with a flying kick, but he catches her leg, pushing so that her momentum goes to the side.  He’s just about to grab her around the middle when she uses the momentum from his push to twist out of his reach.  She lands, briefly, and jumps toward him, throwing all of her weight against him and knocking him backward.  While he’s off balance, she sweeps his feet out from under him.  She’s on top of him as soon as he crashes to the floor, kneeling on his chest, her hands around his throat.  

Clint and Barnes once again chuckle, but Marya isn’t smiling.  She’s mad. She stands and moves away, not even helping Bucky up.  When he’s standing, she says, “Really? If I wanted a sparring dummy, I’d use one.”

Clint and Barnes begin to laugh, but recognize quickly that she’s not trash talking, because her posture is angry, and Bucky looks sheepish.

“Sorry,” he says.  “Forgot how much you hate someone taking it easy on you.”

That answer seems to satisfy her, and she nods in acceptance.  Her frown lines disappear, although she doesn’t smile.  In fact, she cocks her head and smirks a little as she says, “You said you want to prove you’re my Sergeant.  So, prove it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky says, and it’s anybody’s guess whether he’s needling her back.

“I’m not worried about it,” she responds, and that is definitely a jab.

He starts moving, stalking really, and she goes into a defensive crouch, waiting to see what he’ll do.  She circles as they get close to the wall, and he continues to simply come at her.  Barnes knows what he’s doing, but apparently Marya doesn’t, because she goes for what she thinks is a surprise attack, crouching low and trying to get under his center of gravity so she can knock him off his feet.  He simply catches her and stands up.  The next thing she knows, he’s holding her by her torso, one arm across her hips and one across her chest.  She’s upside-down, and can’t really do much of anything.

She tries kicking her legs, using her weight to pull herself out of his arms, but he’s much too strong.  Her position is undignified as hell, and he’s laughing, so she does the only thing she can do.  

She kicks him, hard, in the face.  

It would work on a normal man, but Bucky’s enhanced, and he’s also no stranger to pain.  A bloody nose isn’t such a big deal.  He’d prefer not to have her do it again, though, so he lets go with one arm and wraps it around her thighs, falling to the mat as he twists her right-side-up, and ends up lying full-length on top of her.  It knocks the breath out of her with a hard grunt, and she struggles beneath him, but there’s nothing she can do to escape.  She can’t breathe, and he’s simply too heavy.

After lying there just long enough to make it clear that she’s pinned, he lifts some of his weight onto his arms so that she can breathe.

“You OK?”

“You’re… bleeding on… me,” she gasps.

“Whose fault is that?”

“No talking!”  Barnes shouts, and moves in.  He kneels down to help Marya sit up, although she grumbles that she can get up by herself.  

Bucky just sits nearby, smiling and holding the hem of his T-shirt to his bloody nose.  Clint steps over, grinning, and hands him a towel.  

“Thanks, man,” Bucky grunts.  

Marya turns toward him, frowning at his smile. His stomach does a little flip-flop. She’s never been a particularly gracious loser, and he’d forgotten how fucking cute it is.

“You wanna go again?”  He asks.

“Yes!”

Barnes puts a hand on her shoulder.  “Marya…”

“Captain, don’t baby me.  I’m not the one who is bleeding, am I?”

Barnes shrugs and stands, extending a hand to help her up.

Bucky and Marya go back to the center of the mat, while Clint and Barnes resume their places by the wall.  Marya looks crookedly at Bucky then, a calculating gleam in her eye.  “Drax the Destroyer?”

For a moment, Bucky blinks stupidly.  Then, just as Marya’s face begins to fall, his mind clicks onto what she’s talking about.  He realizes it’s a test, and also realizes, joyfully, that he’s about to pass it. Bucky cocks his head.  “You sure?  You never could defend that.”

She likes that answer.  “Try it now.”

He goes down to one knee and extends his right arm. She grins maliciously as she steps over to him, circling until she is behind him with her left arm around his neck, taking his wrist and gently moving his arm until it is twisted behind his back.  He wraps his left hand around her arm.  

“Ready?”  He asks.

“Whenever you-“

And with that, he twists to his left, into her, taking his left hand from her arm at his neck and plunging it between them to encircle her left calf.  The twist yanks his right arm from her grip and suddenly, instead of her holding his wrist, he’s holding hers.  From there, he simply pushes to his feet and he’s holding her by her right arm and her left leg over his shoulder.  For a moment, it seems as though he has her in a hold she can’t escape, and can either toss her to the floor or simply carry her away, whichever he chooses.  But his victory is short-lived, because he gets careless, thinking she still can’t escape this hold.  

He’s about to make fun of her when she yanks her wrist as hard as she can.  He’s made the mistake of relaxing his arm, but he’s not so unaware that he doesn’t immediately clamp his hand harder around it.  It doesn’t matter, though, because she’s pulled their arms up far enough that she can get her elbow over his head.  Since she twists her body as she does it, she ends up hanging with all her weight at an angle that means he can’t keep hold of her in his left arm.  Essentially, she’s snaked out of his hold and is suddenly standing, with his hand holding her wrist, and easily gets under him to throw him over her shoulder and to the floor.  

She moves to run a few steps, thinking to turn and resume a defensive stance but his hand streaks out, whip-fast, and grabs her ankle.  She falls forward.  He scrambles to his hands and knees and frog-leaps to land on top of her, but she’s had time to flip over, so his chest meets her foot, her leg bent between them. She pushes him back and to the side, off of her, and rolls away.  Again, she leaps to her feet and tries to put some distance between them.  He kicks himself to standing in one move.  She’s faster, but he’s taller with longer arms, so he catches her only a few feet away, before she has time to get far enough away to turn around and defend.  

He doesn’t stop once he gets hold of her, but keeps his forward momentum going, with both arms wrapped tightly around her torso, continuing on until she’s pressed between him and the padded wall. It’s an easy matter to slide his arms up her body so that he catches her arms, and pins them above her head against the wall.  His knee is between her legs, pressing against the wall, and again his weight is too much for her to push off and escape.  He’s been around this particular block, his other foot is far enough back that she can’t stomp his instep or kick his calf hard enough to hurt.  Much.  

They’re breathing hard, he’s pressing his torso full-length against hers, and suddenly he doesn’t particularly want to move. Ever.  He leans his head down to whisper in her ear.

“Give up?”

“Fuck you,” she spits, and tries every kick, twist, and bend she can think of.  Nothing works.  

That feels pretty good, too, so he just keeps her there, letting her wriggle around and try to break his hold or push him off of her.  Or whatever else she wants to do, really, as long as he can keep his nose in her hair and breathe in the achingly familiar scent of her, feel her gasping underneath him again.

“How about now?”  He asks after a minute, smiling now.

“You are a terrible winner,” she grunts, still struggling to find a way to free herself, but he can hear the smile in her voice.  

“And you’re a terrible loser,” he purrs into her ear.  “Which is why I let you win so much.”

She has the expected reaction to that, and he enjoys a few more minutes of feeling her writhing between him and the wall.  He starts to be concerned that, in a minute, things are going to make Barnes even more unhappy about this than he already is.

She stops moving and lets out a frustrated “Aaaaugh!”

“Is that a ‘You win’?”  He can’t resist murmuring that, low and soft.

“Yes, damn you.”

He lets her wrists go and steps back, but only far enough so that she can turn around.  When she does, she’s smiling ear to ear. “You fight like him.”

“I am him,” he says smugly, moving back in so they are almost chest to chest.

She cocks her head, looking into his eyes with a delighted expression.  “Then you won’t be surprised when you look down.”

When he does, he sees that she’s holding a rubber practice knife to his belly.

“You still fight dirty.”

She shrugs happily.

Suddenly, without any intention of doing it, he takes her into his arms and lifts her off her feet, laughing and twirling them around, away from the wall.  She throws her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly and laughing just as hard.

“Knock it off!”  Barnes’s voice cuts through the moment.  

In three long strides, he’s standing between them as they spring apart.  He’s scowling at both of them with barely-contained anger.  “Go take a shower, Marya,” he snarls.

“Yes, Captain.”  

As Marya backs away from them, Bucky sees cold reality slam back down on her.  She’s no longer joyful.  Instead, she’s looking at him with, if possible, even more fear than on the day he’d arrived here.  He’s just come very close to putting something over on her, from which Barnes has narrowly saved her, and the idea terrifies her.  That look, by itself, would probably have been devastating.

But Bucky’s not devastated.  Not at all.  Because that fear doesn’t cover the desire that is equally evident in her face.  Barnes sees it, too.  It’s the reason he’s so angry.  This time, Bucky does recognize hope when he feels it.

Both Barnes and Bucky watch Marya until she’s made it all the way across the floor and out the door, with Clint on her heels.

As they disappear from sight, Barnes turns on Bucky. “You fucking prick,” he hisses.

“What’d I do?”

“You’re supposed to be me, right?  You think I don’t recognize my own moves?  I’m not gonna let you use her for whatever your game is.  That’s the last time you see her.”

“I don’t have a game.  You know that.  That’s not what you’re upset about.  You’re in love with her.”

“Shut the fuck up. I ain’t talkin’ to you about that.”

“Who better to talk about it with? I’m you, dude.”

Barnes gives an ugly laugh. “You’re clearly not me. She loves you.”

Oh.

“So she doesn’t…”

“I told you to shut the fuck up about it.”  Barnes starts across the floor toward the locker room and Bucky falls in beside him.

“I’m sorry. That’s gotta hurt.”

“Fuck you.”

“So what’s the problem? Is it because of Steve?”

“No, genius, it isn’t because of Steve. It’s because of you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means Marya loves some version of me who ain’t me, and I got no idea how I’m supposed to compete with myself.  What even is that?  Why wouldn’t that mean she can’t help but love me?”  It’s clear it’s not even close to the first time Barnes has asked himself these questions.

Bucky tries to be gentle. “I think you know the answer to that, Ace.”

“Because she’s the most loyal woman who ever breathed? Yeah, I figured that out. Doesn’t mean it makes any sense. She knows she won’t ever get back to her universe.  As far as she knows, her Sergeant is with Steve, and that’s where he belongs.”

“I don’t think that’s how she works.”

“Tell me about it,” Barnes sighs.  They don’t say anything more until they reach the locker room entrance.  “I don’t know, man.  Maybe it’s for the best.  Not sure I’m ever gonna get over Steve, anyway.”

Bucky claps a hand on Barnes’s shoulder.

“I’m actually kinda surprised you can,” Barnes continues.  “Yours left you. That’s gotta be worse, in a way.”

“I don’t know.  Maybe it’s just… different.  Least I know he’s alive.  Probably happy.  That matters to me, in the short intervals where I don’t wanna rip him into bloody shreds.”

Barnes actually laughs at that, heavy with emotion though the laugh is.  “Shit, do I know that one. Never been one minute where I didn’t wanna punch his lights out and fuck him senseless at the same time.”

They reach out simultaneously to open lockers, and Bucky gives a low, lascivious laugh.  Barnes looks over to see Bucky’s cocked eyebrow and evil grin, and grins conspiratorially back.

“Yeah, us too. You gotta be the only person who’d ever understand that.”

“Hot as hell, right?”

“Damn straight. We  broke bones a few times; still fucked him into the mattress.”

“Same,” Bucky says, and they laugh quietly, both falling into similar pleasant memories.

 *****

 Late that evening, Bucky’s lying on the couch in his apartment, a book forgotten on his chest while he stares blindly at the ceiling, remembering the way Marya felt against him, the way she smelled. The way she looked at him when they were sparring.  It’s almost painful, the constriction he feels in his chest as he remembers her deep brown eyes, dancing with mischief, and the feeling of utter joy that washed over him as he picked her up and felt her arms clasp him.  It’s not sexual.  OK, it’s totally sexual.  But it’s so much broader and deeper than that.  Bucky realizes, lying in this Stark Tower that isn’t Avengers Tower, that he is not the same man who left that other universe.  That man didn’t care if he lived or died, because he was already pretty much dead, anyway.  

But he’s alive now.  He’s alive and he wants to be a part of this group of Avengers.  He wants to care again, and have people care about him. He wants to fight again, to be part of protecting good people from bad ones.  And he wants Marya.  

He knows it’s her when he hears a knock at his door. He smiles.  He doesn’t know whether she’s there to kiss him or kill him. He’d prefer kissing, of course, but he’s got time.  For now, he’ll take either one.  

When he opens the door, he’s pleasantly surprised to see that she’s calm and, although not exactly smiling, she isn’t looking at him like she had in the gym, either.  

“Everything OK?”  He asks.

“Yes.  I just came because…”  She hesitates.  “I would like to ask you for something.”

“Of course.”  Bucky moves aside, inviting her in, and his heart beats just a little faster when he sees her accept.  When he indicates the couch in silent invitation, Marya takes a seat and he sits, too, turned toward her but not touching.

She begins quietly.  “I would like you to tell me about my brothers and sisters. I know it may all be lies, but you said that they were well. I’ve decided that I want to hear stories about them being well, even if they are lies. I want to know about my true brother.”  She looks up at him.  “Will you tell me about Dmitriy?”

“Marya, of course I will.  And it won’t be lies.  I know you don’t believe that yet, but it just… feels like I should say it.”

She nods and her lips lift a little in a small, regretful smile.  “If you are my Sergeant, I can’t imagine what it is like for you, that I doubt you.”

“Doesn’t feel good, that’s for sure. But I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.”

“It is hard for me, too.  Very hard.”

“I know.  I’m sorry.  For what it’s worth, it’s smart to be careful.  You and I know better than anyone here how smart that is.  We knew Hydra.”

“Do you suppose they will ever stop spoiling our lives?”

Bucky shrugs philosophically.  “They say the best revenge is living well.  We gotta keep tryin’ to give them the finger by being happy.”

Marya gives him a real smile this time.  “Yes.  Let’s do that. And tell me about my brothers and sisters giving Hydra the finger, too.”

An hour later, Bucky has barely stopped talking. He’s told Marya all that he can think of about the progress the Troops have made on their Compound, and in learning to live in the world.  It’s gratifying to see her laugh, and the love and joy shining on her face as she learns how well the Troops, her only family, are doing.  She’s also cried a little, too.  These are the people she was raised with, people with whom she endured slavery and torture, and for whom she willingly sacrificed her life.  She misses them fiercely and constantly, knowing she will never see any of them again.  She loves them so much that she can only express through tears her happiness that they’re truly living now, enjoying and making full use of their freedom.  

“I am so grateful, Sergeant.  I am so grateful to Mr. Stark, and to Dr. Banner and Natasha, and all of you.  I want so much to see their Compound.  To see my brothers and sisters living free, without having to be afraid, I would give a lot for that.”

Bucky doesn’t miss her calling him Sergeant.  But even though it sends lightning shocks through every nerve in his body, he manages not to react.  Not yet.

“It’s not perfect,” he tells her.  They have bad memories, and guilt…  They deal with all of the things you and I do.  But they’re making a life.  And you’d be so proud of Dmitriy.”  Bucky smiles and begins to tell Marya stories about her brother’s life as leader of the Compound, many of which lovingly make fun of him, but most of which are very complimentary.  Bucky’s deep affection for Dmitriy is obvious as he talks.

At one point, Marya narrows her eyes. “Did you and Dmitriy…”

Her question is answered immediately by the look on his face and the change in his posture.

“It didn’t go very far.” To Bucky’s relief, she doesn’t ask why.  For many reasons, he doesn’t explain, either.

“Good. I would be very angry with you if you fell in love with my brother.”

“In my defense, you were dead.”

“As you can see, I am not dead. And it would make me very jealous.”

“You weren’t jealous of Steve,” Bucky prods.

“Of course I was jealous of Captain Rogers! I am a very jealous woman, Sergeant.  I didn’t try to stand between you because he was the one you loved.  But if you don’t think I was jealous, then you are a fool.  Besides, Captain Rogers is not my brother.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry.  Dmitriy is a very good friend, end of story.”

Bucky notices the second time Marya slips and calls him Sergeant.  He’s surprised she can’t see how that affects him.

“Marya, can I ask you a personal question?  There’s something I don’t get.  Me and Barnes, we’re the same guy.  And we’re the guy you were in love with in your universe.  So why aren’t you and he…?”

“Captain Barnes is very important to me. I love him very much.”

“Do you… are you in love with him?”

Marya’s eyes go distant and a sadness creeps into her expression.  “No. He was married to Captain Rogers when I arrived.  It was right, and they were so happy...  And then, when Captain Rogers was killed… For a while, we took turns staying with him, because he was so broken. We were afraid for him.”

“I notice he’s especially protective of you, too.”

“Yes, he is.  I like it.  And I thought, for a while, that maybe we could… But no.”

“Why not?”

“He is not my Sergeant.”

“But if you can never get back to your Sergeant, and you think your Sergeant is with Steve, anyway…?”

“I know, but Captain Barnes… is not my Sergeant.  Anyway, he is worthy of more than being some sort of substitute.”

They simply sit there together for a while, thinking their own thoughts in silence.

“It’s difficult, this being in a different universe,” Marya muses.  “Some things are exactly the same, and some things are very different.  I get surprised by it, still, sometimes.  And I miss everyone very much.”

“There are good things, though.  Here, Tony and Natasha are still alive.”

“Yes, they are gone in your universe.  And if that is my universe as well…”

Bucky hears a catch in Marya’s breath and looks to see tears welling in her eyes.

“I know,” he says quietly and, as naturally as breathing, puts an arm around her to hug her to him.  They both stiffen for a moment, but she doesn’t move away.  

“I know that my Mr. Stark would do what yours did. He was heroic, even though he pretended not to be.”

“He was a lot of things. Complex guy, Tony Stark. But yeah. When it came down to it...”

Marya nods.  “I think Agent Romanoff would be proud of herself.  I am sorry for Mr. Barton, though.  I think her death must have been very hard on him.”

“So he’s Clint here and Mr. Barton there?”

She flicks a somewhat surprised look at him, but all she says is, “He will not let me call him Mr. Barton here.  And Sam will not let me call him Mr. Wilson.”

“Didn’t in our universe, either,” Bucky notes, and again sees something in her eyes.

“No, he didn’t.  Was Mr. Barton all right, after Agent Romanoff’s death?”

“You wouldn’t have wanted to see it, Marya.  Guy was heartbroken.  Barely said three words to any of us after that.  We were all glad he had his family to go home to, ‘cause the life just went out of him.”

“I’m sorry for that. I hope he is happy now.”

“I don’t know that he’s happy. Not yet. He doesn’t communicate with us, but Laura, his wife, sent word that he’s all right.”

“So much loss,” Marya whispers, then turns to look up into Bucky’s face. “No wonder you are so sad.”

“I’m not sad,” Bucky tells her, and his voice has gone as quiet as hers.  “Not anymore. Not really.”

They look at each other for a long time, sitting next to one another with his arm still laid loosely across her shoulders.  Marya sits up a little to move closer so that she can study his face.  She’s frowning as she touches his forehead, running a fingertip lightly up and down the frown lines between his eyebrows. “You still look sad.  And so tired.  I can see that you have been miserable.  That hurts me.  I don’t want you to be sad.”

“No matter who I am?” He teases softly.

“I know that you are James Barnes. That is enough. Captain Barnes is not my Sergeant, but his unhappiness hurts me, too.  I do not want there to be pain in that beautiful face.”  She lays her hand full on his cheek, looking into his eyes.

“I wish you could believe that I’m your Sergeant. I wish I could help you believe that.”

“I do, too.”  Marya’s breath catches again.  “I want him with me.  I miss him so much.”

Wanting to lighten the mood, Bucky cocks an eyebrow. “You have two of us right here, Marya.  Gotta tell ya’, wanting another one, that seems kind of greedy.”

Marya doesn’t laugh.  If anything, she’s closer to tears.  “A room full would not be enough. I don’t just want any Sergeant Barnes. I want him. I want mine.”

“You got me, sweetheart,” Bucky assures her, pulling her closer.  “I’m right here.  I wish you could believe that.  I don’t like to see you hurting, either.”

“I should know whether you are him or not! I thought that, no matter what, I would just feel it.”

“Well, you are right here in my arms. You can’t stay away from me, even though you’re under direct orders not to come here.”

“Yes, but that is just because I don’t know.”

“Is it?”  Bucky asks, tipping her face up with a finger.  “Or is it because you do know?”

Marya freezes, looking up into his eyes.  There’s a flicker of fear in her gaze.

Bucky takes her hand, and she lets him.  He lifts it to his lips, and softly kisses the tops of her fingers.  “I’m sorry.  That wasn’t fair.  I’ll wait until you’re sure, no matter how long it takes.  I love you, Marya.”

Her deep brown eyes bore into his, searching the blue depths as though the answer is there, if she can only find it.  She’s conflicted, that’s clear.  The longing that he first heard in her voice the day he arrived, and that he’s been able to see on her face in unguarded moments since, is undisguised in this moment.  Right now, alone together with his arm around her, she’s letting him see it, communicating it to him rather than trying to hide it.  Asking him to help her give in to it.  

Bucky tightens his arm around her, pulling her closer as he leans in, making it clear that he intends to kiss her.  Marya tilts her head and he sees her close her eyes just before he does.  His lips are so close to hers that he imagines he can already feel the warmth of them when she suddenly sucks in her breath and backs away.

“No, I can’t…” she gasps, pushing against his chest as, quickly and unsteadily, she gets to her feet.

“Please, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have…” Bucky reaches out an arm to her.  “Marya, I promise, I won’t do that again. Just don’t leave. Please.”  

“I’m sorry,” she says, stumbling ungracefully to the door.  He rises but she’s already got the door open and is rushing out before he reaches it. He can hear her ragged breathing as she goes.  

Fuck. 

Bucky stares down the empty hallway long after she’s turned the corner.  He wants to howl and punch his fist through a few brick walls.  Partly to vent his frustration, and partly to punish himself.  He should never have pushed her like that!  He can only imagine how he’s fucking with her carefully rebuilt life here, how upset she must be right this minute, after his selfish, clumsy, ham-fisted attempt to kiss her.

Then again.  

She called him Sergeant at least twice tonight. When she talked about her Sergeant Barnes, she called him “you”.  All night, whether or not she knows it or is ready to accept it, she’s been talking to him as though he’s the real Bucky.  Her Sergeant.

#the avengers #Captain America #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark #Natasha Romanoff #Clint Barton #Sam Wilson #Bruce Banner #Sebastian Stan #Robert Downey Jr.

[arigatouiris]

daughter of artemis // p.p — [09]

c h a p t e r  n i n e

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: Finally things are moving, I suppose? Do let me know what you think of the story? Nothing motivates me as much as people coming back to me saying they like this :”) Ughhh I wish I wasn’t such an attention seeking potato~

Word count: 4351

09 // λύκος wolf

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It wasn’t hard to find out that (y/n) was a student at Midtown High. Girl from Greece, having not blipped, facts matched together and Natasha had hit the jackpot. She was one of the best spies in the world, so obviously, this was easy as eating pie. The difficult part was to get Tony to do anything about this, and since Pepper had already decided that she would speak to the girl, all that Natasha had to do was tell her. However, there was still hope in her heart that Tony would suck it up and take responsibility.

Tony’s cabin wasn’t too far from the city, and even if the man never really visited the Stark tower as much (ever since it started functioning again), Pepper would go and come in every time. Tony had retired from the Avengers, as had Steve, and was now trying very hard to spend time with his daughter, while Steve went around travelling by himself.

As soon as Natasha entered the cabin, she saw Tony point a water gun at her. She rolled her eyes and ignored him, as she sat down on the couch in the living room.

    “Are you even allowed to walk?” Nat snapped.

    “It’s my hand that’s gone, Nat, not my legs. And I just moved like, three steps from the bedroom to the couch. You can’t be that worried about me, can you?”

    “Her name is (y/n), and she’s a student at Midtown High.” Nat said, bringing it back to the subject.

Tony narrowed his eyes but he wasn’t going to tell Nat off for mentioning her. He knew that each time Natasha came home, it was about the girl who claimed to be his daughter. Scrunching his eyebrows together, Tony wondered out loud.

    “Does she know she’s my daughter or are you the one guessing?”

    “When have my guesses been wrong?” Nat said, folding her arms, confidently.

    “Alright, but does she know?”

Natasha shook her head, “The last time I met her, she didn’t know. Something tells me that if she did, she’d have come to you.”

Tony sighed. “Midtown, huh? That’s where the kid goes.”

Natasha raised her eyebrows, “Peter?”

    “Yep.” Tony popped the ‘p’ at the end.

    “Then you can ask him about her—”

    “F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you call Peter for me?”

Natasha felt relieved. “At least meet her, Tony. She deserves that much. And I trained her, so I can tell she’s a good girl.”

    “You trained her as in?” Tony said, as the phone rang. “Oh, hey. Pete. Great. My home. Dinner. Tonight. See you.”

    “That’s how you invite him to your house?” Natasha asked, judgingly.

    “The kid gets me.”

Natasha was there when Peter arrived. He was wearing his suit, which must have made it easier for him to travel all the way here without a car. Morgan waved at Spiderman before Pepper took her inside. Peter opened his mask and looked at Peter confusedly.

    “Mr. Stark, I thought—”

    “Dinner later, kid. You go to Midtown, right?”

Before Peter could even answer, “Right. So you must know someone named (y/n)?”

It was at this did Peter’s eyes widen. For some reason, his heart rate accelerated, and it showed on his face. Natasha observed his facial expressions and turned to Tony, who was sitting on the couch, eating doritos.

    “(y/n)?” Peter’s voice came out as a whisper. “W-What about her?”

    “Not the question here, Spider boy. Tell me about this girl.”

She’s mysterious but that’s because she’s been alone for so long, she has no friends and maybe MJ is her friend, but she didn’t want to watch Star Wars with me and maybe that’s why I think she doesn’t want me to be her friend; she fights like a pro and has beaten me twice, “She’s… uh, nice?”

Tony blinked at him. “Nice.”

Peter gulped before saying, “She’s uh, no one really talks to her. She’s reserved. Um… Not to say she’s weird or anything, I meant, she just… she focuses on classwork and uh… She definitely doesn’t know me but knows Spiderman… Nothing very weird—”

    “So you’re not friends?” Natasha asks, narrowing her eyebrows.

    “No!” Peter exclaimed, surprising everyone in the room. “No, I-I mean, I know her name because we share homeroom and a few classes.”

He had no idea why he was keeping her personality and her training routines a secret. For some reason, he felt as if she needed to keep it a secret and it wasn’t his to share. It wasn’t as if she was going around telling everyone about Peter being Spiderman; this was the least he could do, even if he didn’t want to confront her about knowing him.

Tony let out a sigh before saying, “Let’s have dinner and call it a night.”

The next morning, Peter didn’t see (y/n) in class. The class didn’t have English literature class either but that was because Professor Alec had reported in sick. Peter’s heart dropped, suddenly worrying about (y/n)’s whereabouts, and if Tony and Natasha were inquiring about her, was she a threat? She knew how to fight, rather well in fact, did that mean she was trouble? Worry clouded his mind and even Ned couldn’t take his mind off things.

There was no way she’s a threat, right? He thought to himself as he exited school that day. I’ll go see her, he thought, panic rising in his system as he changed into his spidersuit. Swinging by buildings, Peter travelled as fast as he could to (y/n)’s rooftop, before realizing she was not there. Landing on her roof, Peter’s heart rate remained escalated, and he let out a shaky breath.

Where are you, (y/n)? He thought, rubbing a hand across his face. Please, tell me you’re not a threat, tell me you’re not bad.

However, (y/n) was at the park that day. The park that led to the forest clearing. Waking up from a dream that she was in a forest, (y/n) had had enough of the city. She was the daughter of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt—and by its name, she was not meant for city life. Removing her shoes at the entrance of the forest, (y/n) walked inside and breathed in the chilly air. The atmosphere was damp ever since her uncle had gone missing, the skies were cloudy and drizzling most of the time. This was not weather usual to New York, but that didn’t matter.

She could picture her mother laughing by her side, teaching her the ways of the wilderness. She missed her mother so much, it broke her heart—being alone for five years without a parental figure like her for so long, without a friend who she could confide in, it changed her. (y/n) was starting to think tragedy was her default state, and all the appreciation she could nurture for her uncle was slipping away.

She was alone in the world, the only demigod alive. She had no life as a human and she had no life as a god, so therefore this prophecy gave her the only hope she could cling to. By becoming a God, at least she wouldn’t be half of something. And to her, being half of something made her feel less than anything.

Her eyes widened when she spotted a lone grey wolf at the far corner. The wolf sensed her, and because she was the daughter of the hunt, it didn’t run away. Wolves were shy creatures, much like herself, wouldn’t open up to the world until the world proved itself to them. The grey wolf watched her, its eyes shone a bright yellow, its poise majestic. A smile appeared on her lips as she tried to connect with the animal mentally, wanting to communicate with the animal as she had many years ago with other wolves.

A second later, a spear lodged itself into the side of the wolf, earning an ugly shriek from the animal as it fell to the side. (y/n)’s eyes widened and she let out a scream, before turning to see where the spear came from. At the right side corner, stood a man, holding another spear, his eyes shining a bright yellow as well.

The wolf was whimpering in pain, and the yellow-eyed man approached it; angry out of her mind, (y/n) took out her dagger and held it tightly in her hand, but the man didn’t even notice her. Or if he did, he didn’t care. (y/n) ran to the wolf and sat by its side, saliva and blood oozing out of its wounds and mouth. (y/n) was crying at the pain that the wolf was in, but the man merely crouched down and put his hand on the wolf, before something unusual happened. He drained it of its blood, as if it was an easy task—his hand seemed to absorb the blood of the wolf, (y/n) was too shocked to even react.

However, just as she held her dagger and was ready to attack, she smelled him. He smelled exactly like the Hyena did, but there was blood in the air. And this smell ignited fear in her heart, as the girl stood up and walked backwards. The Wolf then met her eyes and smirked, before howling once, summoning four more wolves that appeared in the shadows.

She knew of a wolf’s wrath, and she was not going to mess with it. Gasping, (y/n) made a run for it, the fear only escalating in her heart. She ran to the park but she was too deep inside the forest to reach the clearing quickly. Turning back, she noticed the wolves chasing her, but the Wolf henchman stood, his spear by his side, smirking at her. What the hell? She thought, tears leaking out of her eyes due to the wind hitting her face, as she ran out of the forest. She knew she could get into the city and the wolves would leave, they wouldn’t follow her into the city, this she knew for sure.

But, what she didn’t know was that the man could. Running back to her house, she locked the door and placed a chair in front of the door, blocking anyone from entering. She didn’t know why she was this afraid. She couldn’t think straight, all she knew was that she was not ready.

The Wolf had used her own ability against her. As the daughter of the hunt, (y/n) always had the power of the animals with her, but now, it had turned against her. She couldn’t understand how the Wolf could make the animals turn on her, but whatever it was, she knew she was not ready.

A second later, the door was kicked open and there stood the yellow-eyed man. He licked his lips a couple of times, like a wolf would before a hunt, and stepped inside. (y/n) tried to attack him, but he kicked her strongly in the chest, sending her flying to the wall behind her. Just before she could get up, the Wolf threw his spear at her. The weapon grazed the side of her hip sharply, earning a blood-curdling scream from her, it was the same area where the Boar henchman had thrown a javelin at her, five years ago. Unable to move, (y/n) sunk to the ground and shut her eyes, the pain was too immense, and there was blood everywhere. She could barely see, and her mind was replaying every image of her mother and Peter and her uncle on repeat. She didn’t know why she saw Peter, she didn’t know if he was important, but she saw him.

A moment later, the Wolf grabbed her by her throat and raised her in the air. She gasped for air, but the gasping gave her more pain. Her hands fell limp by her sides and her vision was turning dark.

In a last moment of strength, (y/n) clutched onto her dagger and stabbed with every ounce of strength she had left, but the Wolf caught her arm before the dagger was anywhere close. As the Wolf was choking her neck harder, she prayed to her uncle, and waited for a sign.

The sign came through the window. The Wolf was thrown off her, as (y/n) fell to the ground harshly. She was now lying on her back, her wound bleeding out. She had lost a great amount of blood, but even then she knew who had saved her. Spiderman had jumped in through the window and kicked the Wolf when he wasn’t watching. Gathering her life force, (y/n) knew this was her last shot. Grabbing her dagger, she made her way to the Wolf as he was on the ground and stabbed his neck, slowly, pushing the blade into his neck smoothly. No blood came out of him, not even the red hot mud that usually would.

The yellow-eyed man simply vanished.

(y/n) fell back, coughing. She felt someone hold her and she knew who it was, but her eyes could barely see him. She couldn’t tell if he had removed his mask or if she was actually seeing his face as an illusion.

    “H-Hey… Peter Parker.” Was the last thing she remembered saying before falling unconscious.

❅

The wound was bad, Peter knew bad wounds when he saw them. The house was a mess, it was as if a tornado had landed inside her living room and had displayed everything in sight. Luckily, in the mess, he had managed to find a first aid box and could patch her up in time. Peter was so confused as to who or what had attacked her, and all that training now made sense; but this revelation led to a whole other mystery as to what those things were.

It was 1:30 a.m in the night when she regained consciousness. Peter stuck around, he had gone on a few patrols before coming back. He tried to clear things in her apartment to the best of his abilities, but even then, he knew it wasn’t a great job. At least it doesn’t look like a tornado just danced in here, he thought before looking at a sleeping (y/n).

She shifted in her sleep and said random words like ‘Apollo’ and ‘Zeus’ and Peter thought it must be because she likes Greek mythology.

When she opened her eyes, Peter was almost asleep. She groaned once, not wanting to wake him, but that was enough for him to break out of his almost slumber.

    “How do you feel?” Peter asked, his voice low.

    “Thirsty.” Her voice was raspy, and her face was very sweaty.

    “You have to sweat this fever out, (y/n).” Peter said, giving her water.

The girl tried sitting up, but Peter shook his head. He helped her a moment later, and placed a couple of pillows (some he had brought from his house when she was asleep) behind her.

    “(y/n), what the hell was that?” Peter asked, his eyes full of fear.

There was no answer.

    “I’m sorry I figured out who you are.” (y/n) said, turning to him. She felt weak, but she knew this feeling. It was like five years ago. A clean up and a few tight bandages would enable her ready to go to school in the morning.

    “It wasn’t a well kept secret. I freaked out when you mentioned Star Wars. That’s how you figured it out, wasn’t it?” Peter asked, smiling a bit.

(y/n) chuckled dryly.

    “(y/n), please,” Peter turned the subject around. “MJ knows, doesn’t she?”

(y/n)’s eyes met Peter’s brown ones and she could think of her vision again. Eyes that begged her not to go, only she didn’t know where they were begging her not to go to. Once again, another dream where Spiderman appeared before her, holding her hands, placing his forehead to hers and saying ‘You can have a life here, with me’.

    “Why is Tony Stark looking for you?”

(y/n) shrugged. She knew Tony Stark was Ironman, the man who saved the whole world. Oddly, she had more respect for this man than she had for most of the Gods. She could feel Peter’s eyes on her; she knew his frustration, the fact that he didn’t know anything about her, the fact that Tony was looking for her, the fact that MJ knew and he didn’t—all of this frustrated him. Does she not trust me? Peter thought, dejectedly.

    “(y/n),” His voice was merely a whisper, “I can be your friend too.”

All she could do was smile at him. Peter was a soft person, wanting to do good to everyone around him. She knew he wanted to help her, she knew that was who he is as a person. With him sitting there without his mask on only showed that he trusted her.

    “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Peter,” (y/n) whispered back herself. His hand was on the bed, dangerously close to her own. “It’s best for you if you don’t know.”

Strangely, he understood this sentiment even if he didn’t like it. However, he knew it was not his call to make. Maybe there was a reason she could tell MJ and not Peter, and with Tony Stark looking for her, maybe she’s only being cautious.

    “You’re such a good guy, Peter.” (y/n) whispered, smiling to herself. Her eyes landed on how close their hands were, and thought that maybe, one day, she could gather the courage and close the gap.

❅

When Peter saw (y/n) come to school the next day as if nothing happened, he immediately stood up from his seat, with his eyes wide and jaw dropping. Ned looked at his friend like he needed help, the rest of the class looked at Peter like he was losing it. (y/n) waved at him before sitting down at her desk, smirking at Peter’s awkwardness.

After homeroom, Peter rushed to where (y/n) was and slammed his hand on her desk, earning her attention. She merely chuckled before looking up at him with an amused expression.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “Getting an education like the rest of us, Peter Parker.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

    “Why? I actually don’t. Care to enlighten me?”

He knew she was teasing, but he was relentless.

    “(y/n), that wound was bad. You know it was, you can’t be here,” Although his voice was a whisper, Peter knew she heard him. “You should rest.”

    “You’ve come here after getting badly hurt as your alter-ego, haven’t you?”

    “Y-Yeah, but that’s different—”

    “How is it different?” (y/n) placed her chin on her hand, rested on her elbow.

    “I’m asking you to rest because I care about—”

    “Actually, it’s internalised patriarchy that makes you want me to rest and not show up to class, while you think you can do literally the same thing and be fine.”

Peter glared at her. “I am not—”

(y/n) placed her hand on Peter’s and said, “Relax, Peter Parker. I’m fine. Thanks for worrying.”

Peter was used to people making him blush, since he almost blushed for everything. As a person who got embarrassed too quickly, and too easily, Peter was used to blushing out of embarrassment. However, this was something else. It was not like when Liz made him blush, this was something else entirely. As he felt her hand on top of his, Peter finally took a good look at her sparkling eyes. He began to question if they were always this shiny, he began to question if her smile always sat on her face that way, if her voice always sounded so soft when she said his name—God, he loved the way she said his name.

    “You there?” She tilted her head slightly and shattered his heart.

    “Oh shit.” Peter understood what this was, and pulled his hand away abruptly.

    “You’re looking quite hot there, Peter Parker. You alright?” (y/n) asked, concerned.

But, obviously, Peter took it in another way. Turning his back to her, he walked back to his desk, ignoring her questioning gaze. She smiled at him amusedly, before shaking her head to herself.

That day, she ate lunch with them. This was the first time she ate lunch with someone else in five years, as MJ, Peter and Ned sat there, talking animatedly about something. MJ focused on her food and sometimes looked at her, before smiling briefly. (y/n) felt warm, a feeling she hadn’t quite understood or experienced before. She had read books on friendship and even managed to watch anime regarding the same, but had never experienced it.

To her, friendship was like space. She knew what it was, she knew it existed, but had never really witnessed it first hand. And whatever this was, what she was feeling that day while eating lunch with them, made her forget about being a demigod. Right at that second, she was (y/n), a human being, a school student, a friend. She caught Peter gaze at her, a soft smile on his lips as Ned was arguing with MJ about something, and she smiled back—feeling a jitter in her stomach.

She immediately looked away, feeling warmth envelop her cheeks. It was uncomfortable, but for the first time, she didn’t mind it.

When MJ and (y/n) headed to the library after lunch, (y/n) told her that Alec was her uncle, Apollo, who was masquerading as a human.

    “He’s the God of the Sun?” MJ whisper-yelled, causing (y/n) to chuckle.

    “But, something’s wrong. He hasn’t been listening to my voice for days now. I managed to kill the Wolf henchman yesterday, which marks two henchmen down, but he’s nowhere to be seen. And it’s been strangely cloudy these few days. I hope nothing happened to him.”

    “Maybe he went back home for a while?”

(y/n) shook her head, “Not without telling me.”

What was worse was how (y/n) was aware of weather changes all over the world. Two of his henchmen were gone, Zeus was angry, and whenever Zeus was angry, he would let it pour on the mortal world. This was always the question, whenever the Gods were angry, they would let it out on the humans. Bridges had collapsed in Greece, it rained for three days straight in India, there were cyclones near the Maldives.

She knew what this was. She had sensed and felt this before, she was sensing it once again. Zeus was angry.

When she reached home that day, she noticed Zeus standing by her window. She was injured, she knew she couldn’t take on the King of the Gods, but she would try. But before that, she knew what she had to ask.

    “Where’s my uncle?”

    “Took you long to figure out that Apollo is dead.”

The first word her mind conjured was ‘no’; there was a feeling of disbelief that came over her, that took over, and she kind of went through the motions. She did what she was supposed to do, but in fact she was nowhere close to accepting it.

    “No. You’re lying. He’s literally the sun—”

    “A God’s death works strangely, doesn’t it? Artemis is dead, but the moon still lives.”

Tears filled her eyes and her heart sank. She was suddenly breathless, and the feeling in her knees weakened. However, before she collapsed to the ground, Zeus turned around, his sword, Thunderbolt, right at his hand. She knew it was him. She didn’t need proof, she knew. Her eyes narrowed, the tears now spilling down, as she seethed,

    “You killed him.”

Zeus scoffed before walking toward her, and in an instant, he attempts to stab her; however, her wrath was far stronger, and she was no longer the scrawny little 13-year old that Zeus had his henchman throw a javelin at. She was the one throwing javelins now.

In a brief moment, she kicked Zeus’ sword off his hands and pushed him away from her, before walking over to him. Zeus’ eyes widened, and he evaporated, knowing his efforts were futile right then. This shocked her. (y/n) let out a scream, angry of Zeus’ cowardice, angry of her uncle’s death, purely angry for her own weakness.

    “You told me you couldn’t die!” She screamed, placing her head in her hands and sobbing.

Blinking away her tears, as a last sign of hope, (y/n) ran to her roof before looking at the sky. Once again, New York was cloudy, the sun was nowhere in sight. Her heart sank at the realization that her uncle was truly gone, Zeus had killed his own son for siding against him. Breathing back sobs, (y/n) sat down on the ground and wept, before falling asleep on the terrace itself. What felt like a few hours later, (y/n) woke up to birds chirping.

The sky was clear, and it was sunrise. Groaning, (y/n) realized she had slept on the ground all night. As if it was a late realization, her eyes shot open wide and she turned to the east, seeing the sun rise.

    “I cannot die, you idiot. But, if someone stabs me in the chest, I can get hurt.”

Suddenly, when she turned to spot her uncle, sitting on the ground not too far from her, she felt a strange feeling; it was as if her mother had come down and held her for a minute, and everything she had ever looked for had appeared in front of her magically. She rushed to her uncle and engulfed him in a hug, feeling his arms wrap around her weeping form. It was strange; and if only she had thought that the feeling she had felt was merely relief and not an actual blessing, she might have uttered a few more words than just her uncle’s name.

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Super Man Flu

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mention of injuries - it comes with Avenging. It’s mainly fluff. Don’t piss off Loki.      

Square Filled: Cared for when sick/injured (Marvel Fandom) for @goodthingshappenbingo and Marriage for @buckybarnesbingo

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Sorry I have been so quiet - I have been out with a cold of my own. So aside from work, I have been hiding in bed,

This is also written for @hellaqueerangelofthelord as part of my 1-year anniversary celebration. Sorry, I am so slow but they are all coming I promise!

Betaed by: @jewels2876 - thank you so much for always being a willing beta!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You and Bucky had been married for close to a year. You had dated for five years before that and been dancing around each other a couple of years before you worked up the nerve to ask him out. You worked for Tony Stark, developing tech for the Avengers, so you were no stranger to the injuries that were inflicted onto them (or sometimes clumsily self-inflicted in Clint and Bucky’s cases).

You didn’t like seeing any of the Avengers returning home hurt, least of all Bucky but a part of you were also getting used to it. Or so you thought.

Bucky was resilient, partly due to the super serum and partly just do to his personality. He had gotten his arm blown off more than once. He had gotten shot, stabbed, fallen off buildings and nosedived off motorbikes. You knew none of it came close to what he had to endure during his seventy-year long HYDRA captivity, but you were still baffled by his strength.

He was as impressed by your strength as you were his. Avenging wasn’t your life. You weren’t a superhero, a soldier, or even a doctor or nurse. You were a scientist and working for Stark had somehow gotten you pulled into this crazy life. You never flinched or wavered. You pushed through and did what needed to be done. You cared for Bucky when he needed it and you gave him space when the demons in his head reared their ugly heads. He always returned to you. You knew that and trusted him to find his own way through the darkness that sometimes still clouded his thoughts.

You were his guiding light, even if you didn’t know it. You were everything good and pure to him and he loved you with every beat of his heart. There was nothing he couldn’t pull through as long as it meant getting back home to you. Or so he thought.

Bucky had been gone on a mission for a few days. Even if you were used to being on your own for stretches of time, the apartment still felt empty without him. It had been easier when you were living in the Avengers Tower together. There was always someone around or something going on to distract you from the fact that Bucky wasn’t home.

It had been a little over a year now since you moved out on your own though. Bucky craved normalcy and you were happy to offer it to him in whatever small way you could.

You loved living away from the Tower with Bucky when he was home. It was yours and his. It was his fresh start and the beginning of your life together. Bucky knew you felt lonely and restless sometimes when he wasn’t at home, which was the reason he had brought home an adorable white kitten one day.

Alpine was Bucky’s cat more than he was yours. The little furball followed him everywhere, trustingly nuzzling up to the super soldier whenever he sat down to rest somewhere. Whenever Bucky was home Alpine was never far behind.

When Bucky wasn’t home, however, the little guy stuck to you like glue. Somehow he knew exactly what was needed from him when and he was happy to offer his company an affection in whatever way he could.

Today you were jittery. Steve had called earlier letting you know the Avengers had arrived back on earth in one piece. There had been something in his tone of voice though that had put you on edge and the fact that he had told you he would be bringing Bucky around in a few hours hadn’t helped one bit. It wasn’t like Steve to transport Bucky around. No matter how hurt or injured he had been in the past, your husband was stubborn enough to get on his bike and get himself back home to you. You had scolded him for that more than once, but you also knew the man well enough to know it wasn’t your telling off that had gotten him to reconsider.

Alpine was laying in your lap form which he hadn’t moved since you got the call. He sensed something was up, just as well as you did and the cat knew you needed him. You absentmindedly stroked his fur, as you worried about Bucky. You hadn’t even been aware of the time passing so when the doorbell rang you jumped along with the cat in your lap. He made a disgruntled sound before making a beeline for the door with you close on his heels.

“Sorry Al,” you muttered, picking him up so he wouldn’t escape the apartment causing him to meow in protest as you opened the door.

You weren’t sure what you had expected but the sight that met you weren’t it for sure. Bucky’s arm was slung over a rather annoyed looking Steve’s shoulder. Bucky was pale except for a bright red running nose and bloodshot eyes. He coughed pathetically, making Steve turn his face away from him with a grumble.

“Cover your mouth,” Steve scolded as you stepped aside letting Steve drag Bucky inside.

You didn’t say a word. You just looked at the two super soldiers staggering through your apartment, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water and completely lost for words. It wasn’t until Alpine meowed loudly and started wiggling to be let down that you were shaken back to reality.

You quickly closed the door and released the cat before following the men into your living room, where Steve unceremoniously dropped Bucky onto the couch.

“Hey,” Bucky whined, “I’m sick. Not so rough.”

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at Bucky. “It’s a cold. I’ve had worse. Way worse. So have you.”

“I’d rather it was a bullet hole. Or ten,” Bucky grumbled, curling up on the couch petting Alpine who had jumped up next to him.   

“Would either of you care to explain this? I thought super soldiers couldn’t get sick?” you asked, looking from one man to the other and Steve sighed loudly.

“Don’t piss off a demigod,” Bucky grumbled, only adding to your confusion as you blinked, looking from your husband back to his best friend.

“Thor did that?” you asked, not sure how to wrap your mind around that. Short of making a small thundercloud follow Bucky around for the past couple of days, you weren’t sure how that could have even happened. And it didn’t sound like Thor anyway. He didn’t hold a grudge. He had a temper sure, but that just got people punched.

“Loki,” Steve answered your question, making you sigh. That made a lot more sense. “He was helping us on this mission and Bucky and Sam kept messing with him. Not their brightest moment,” Steve glared at Bucky who in returned looked as if he was ready to kill Steve, but just too tired to move.

“And Sam?” you asked, sitting down next to Bucky, putting a hand on his forehead to check if he had a temperature. It was hard to tell since Bucky always ran hotter than most people.

“Is at home in the Tower pissing off Nat and Tony with his whining, I assume,” Steve sighed. “I talked to Thor. It’s nothing to worry about. He got Loki to admit they’ll both be fine within a few days…”

“No, I won’t. I’m dying,” Bucky whined and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh. You had to admit a sick Bucky was kinda adorable, even if Steve clearly didn’t feel the same way.

“Oh no. It wouldn’t be the same without you,” Steve sassed his best friend, who flung a pillow at the blond man’s face. Steve chuckled and dug out of the way in time and the pillow crashed against the wall instead.

“I survived pneumonia while having asthma and bronchitis in a leaky apartment during the winter of 1929. You’ll live,” Steve chuckled before looking at you. “I’m really sorry to leave you alone with him but I got a few reports to write up.”

“Right here,” Bucky grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your lap. “I’m right here, Steve.”  

Neither you or Steve could hold back your laughter, and you could practically feel Bucky pout against your stomach as he pulled you closer.

“Go. I got this,” you giggled, waving Steve away with one hand and running your fingers through Bucky’s hair with the other.

Steve nodded and gave Bucky’s calf a friendly slap before heading for the door. “See ya later pal. Don’t be too hard on your poor wife.”

“Punk,” Bucky grumbled against your stomach, making your smile widen as you head Steve yell back from the hallway before the door closed behind him.

“Jerk!”

“What do you say I make you some pancakes,” you asked Bucky, smiling when he looked up at you with huge blue puppy dog eyes.

“Chocolate chips?” he asked, making you laugh as you brushed his long, unruly locks out of his face and cupping his cheeks.

“Of course,” you smiled, shaking your head slightly as Bucky lowered his head back into your lap and held you impossibly tighter.

“Yes, please.”

“Darlin’ you’re gonna have to let me go then,” you laughed, causing a whine to leave Bucky as he clung to you even harder when you tried to move. You sighed, rolling your eyes at the giant manchild in your lap. It was going to be a long few days.

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[starkerfortwo]

OKAY im sorry thi sis late to be posted but I’m really busy at the moment. These prompts are for @swankyspankyhankypanky panky i tried reallyhard to come up wih a good story line for you! Happy valentines day! @starker-valentines

So I know this isn't exactly the original prompts, but I'm a bad writer and before I knew I had written this, I'd already done it, so I'm very sorry, hope you enjoy this though!!! Prompt 2

Tones Hey sweets, I'm picking you up at 7, be ready!

Peter Oof, wish I could, but I'm at the library with Ned and MJ studying for midterms. I'm free at nine tho

Tony sighed and switched his car onto automatic.

Tony Really? Okay, I'll pick you up at nine outside the library, where'd you wanna go?

Peter sure and hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe Delmars? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top

Tony How can I say no to you? If you want to then sure, but if that cat bites me one more time

Peter You'll do what? Go all IronMan on a cat's ass? Pshhhh okay, now stop distracting me I rly have to study

Tony But bothering you is so so so so fun. But if you insist. I love yoy

You*

Peter I love yoy too Tony. Yoy, im dead

Peter laughed at his phone and slid it back into his pocket. "Did Tony say something hot?" Peter looked at Ned with a disgusted face "Ned, gross dude. And no he just made a typo" MJ rolled her eyes "You two are gross, but It's kinda cute so I feel you" Peter smiled and picked up a textbook. "So, what's the sweetest thing Tonys done?" Flash asked hooking his arm around Liz's shoulders. "Sweetest? I don't know man, on our first date he serenaded me with a song" "That's not sweet. Come on! What was the thing that you couldn't stop smiling about for weeks afterward?" Ned asked leaning forwards.  "Well, our first time do-" "STOP" Flash shouted covering his ears as Peter chuckled to himself.

Peter Pls save me, they're all asking me about our love life. It's excruciating

Tony Want me to come and blow them away with my awesomeness?

Peter Yes please, I managed to shut them up by talking about our sex life but Ned seems to be plotting his next question.

Tony I'm parking the car

Peter looked up to the door and smiled at the sight of Tony Stark walking in. "I believe people were talking about me" He smiled sitting down on the chair next to Peter. "Hey, Mr. Stark," Ned said flashing him 'Please accept me for an internship' smile. "Relax, Ned, I shouldn't tell you this but you got the Internship" Ned let out a scream and was quickly hushed by the librarian "So, Mr. Stark, what do you think is the sweetest thing you ever did for Peter?" Flash asked returning his hand to Liz. "Hmm, I think It would be the night that Peter called me Tony for the first time"

2 YEARS EARLIER

"Mr. Stark I'm a big boy I don't need you to keep on saving me from fights," Peter said in protest, landing on a rooftop in downtown New York. "You're a baby, and that wasn't a fight, that was an attack that was specifically planned to target you" Peter tensed his face up "You could've taken those guys on so why can't I?" Peter argued ripping off his mask and letting the brown curls fly around his face. "Because I'm more experienced than you and I have an iron suit. Yours is... spandex" Tony pointed out stepping out of his suit and onto the ground as Peter took a step back. "You helped me create this suit so technically It's not my fault that I don't have a stronger suit. And that's not what you said when I fought Captain America" "I've said this before and I'll say this again, if Cap wanted to take you down, he would've" "Yes but he didn't. Can you just accept the fact that I might be more mature than you think? Why won't you let me fight the bad guys? I took on Thanos when we were stuck on Titan!" Tony scrunched his face up "Because Peter, I can't lose you again! I watched you die in my arms and I was waiting for the time that I would go and help save you in any other fucking world that you had gone to, but I didn't! I couldn't save you Kid, I never want to lose you again, you mean to much to me!" Peter stared at Tony. "I'm sorry, I am, you just, you need to let me do this stuff okay? If I'm really in danger, Karen will let you know" Tony didn't say anything just embraced Peter in a hug "Don't die, kid, please don't. I can't lose you too" "I won't Tony"

"That wasn't something sweet that you did, that was just a sweet moment between us" Peter scoffed turning to Tony. "I saved your life! I think that counts as being sweet" Tony argued turning his head. "Okay then, Peter, what was the sweetest thing you did for Tony?" MJ asked, suddenly intrigued in their love lives. "Oh, for sure the time that Tony said 'I love you peter Paker' for the first time"

A year earlier.

"Wassup Tony," Peter said sliding on the hard wooden floor in his pink fluffy socks. "Morning Peter, why are you in such a good mood?" Tony asked pouring himself a cup of coffee "Well if you must know, I have a date" Tony's heart dropped to his ass, figuratively but still, as peter announced he had a date. "Cool cool, who with?" Peter smiled "Quinten Beck, I met him on Tinder and he's hot as hell!" Tony covered up his disappointment with a smile. "I'm happy for you kid, I'm going down to the lab"

three hours later.

"FRIDAY has Peter returned from the date?" Tony asked attaching a string to a door and slamming it shut making a crate fall "No, he never left the tower, he is sobbing on the couch upstairs" Tony paused "He's what?" He asked again unsure if he heard her right "Sobbing upstairs" Tony left the crate and rushed upstairs. "Peter? Peter, what's wrong?" Tony asked trying to console the hyperventilation young adult on his couch. "Beck canceled the date, he told me that I was ugly and too nerdy" Peter sobbed, resting his head in the crook of Tony's neck. "When I find that lil bitch" Tony whispered. "Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Why does no one like me?!" Peter shouted sobbing harder. "Oh Peter, you're good enough and everyone is crazy to not see that, you're perfect peter" Tony whispered, "Then why does no one like me?" He cried out "They do" "Who Tony! Who likes me?! I'm just some ugly person" Peter screamed coming up for some air "Me Peter! I like you. No actually. I love you, Peter Parker. I always have and I always will"

"That was sweet, but that wasn't something you did for Tony" Nd pointed out, yawning in his seat whilst Betty rested her head on him. "Yeah I guess it was, I don't know actually, either I'm a shit boyfriend or Tony just doesn't tell me when I'm sweet" Tony laughed and pecked Peter's cheek. "I know what one of the sweetest things peter ever did was."

one month earlier.

"TONY!" Peter screeched from the lab. "BOI IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS VERRY FUCKING SECOND I WILL END OUR RELATIONSHIP!" Tony raced down the stairs and into the lab where he was met by Peter standing over an Iron Man suit "Yes my love? Something wrong?" Peter's eyes went soft at the sight of Tony's sleepless eyes and dropped shoulders. "Baby, when was the last time you slept?" Peter asked moving slowly towards Tony. "Like, seventy-two hours ago" Peter sighed and took the white blanket off of his shoulders and wrapped it around Tony's shoulders. "Come on, let's go to bed" Tony sulked and let Peter lift him off of his feet and carry him upstairs. "You know what's not fair" Tony yawned "What?" "The fact that you're younger and smaller than me, yet so much stronger than me" Peter laughed "Blame the radioactive spider for that one" Tony chuckled and felt his body sink into the memory foam mattress "I don't want to sleep" Tony sighed sleepily barely able to keep his eyes open. "Why?" Peter asked wrapping his arms around Tony "Because every time I close my eyes I see you slipping away in my arms. I can't keep reliving that Peter" Tony cried pulling Peter down to his eyesight. "Tony, hey Tony, look at me." Tony brought his eyes up to look at Peter. "I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving. You are my home, I love you and I always will. You're not going to lose me again. We won. He's dead." Tony sobbed quietly "I love you" He whispered falling asleep. "I love you too" Peter whispered back.

"Yeah, I have to admit that was pretty sweet of me to do" Peter laughed resting his head on Tony's lap. "It was, so tell me, what midterm do you all have first?" Tony asked gently caressing Peter's hair. "Peter has Law then Bioengineering. I have Law and physics, MJ has human relations, Liz has technology, and Flash has English Lit" Ned explained yawning gently. "That sucks for all of you." Tony laughed "Hey if we leave now we can still make our reservation" Peter whispered looking up at Tony. "You sure?" Peter nodded and looked up. "I hate to cut this short, but me and Tony-" "Tony and I" "Yes, thank you MJ, have a dinner reservation to attend, so we will be fucking off and I won't see you for the rest of this night" Tony smiled as Peter grabbed his hand and ran out the door. "I love you" Tony whispered "I love you too Tony" Peters's lips met Tonys in a sweet sensual kiss. "Come on, let's go"

Prompt 1

"Good morning handsome" Tony smiled as Peter rubbed his eyes. "Mornin' what time is it?" "The time is currently twelve minutes past nine in the morning" Peter rolled his eyes and slumped his head back on the pillow but evidentially rolling over and burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck. "I'm tired." He whined, feeling Tony's arms wrap around him. "I know, but, guess what" Peter looked up at his boyfriend "You're taking me out of college and whisking me away to a holiday in LA?" Tony smiled and kissed the tip of Peter's nose. "Nope, but I am taking you training today" Peter groaned again "In what universe is training better than a holiday" Peter deadpanned sitting up straight and pulling one of Tonys AC/DC shirts over his head "My universe. Hurry up, Peppers gonna be here in five" Peter whined for the fifth time in the time-space of an hour and sulked his way over to the chest of drawers currently holding all of his things. Since Peter and Tony had started dating, Peter had been slowly moving objects from his room into Tonys. A couple of CD's stacked up on the desk, along with some chemistry books, and some clothes. So far they hadn't been caught. Plus, they only had three months until Peter's twenty-first birthday when they could finally announce that they had been dating.  They just needed to keep it a secret for now. "Hey, I love you" Tony smiled lifting peters head up by his chin and kissing his softly "I love you too. I'm gonna shower though because I smell" Tony laughed "Yeah, you do" They stayed there for a moment, staring at each other and smiling. "Tony! You need to sign off- oh hi Peter" Both men separated quickly trying to cover it up by Tony fakely handing Peter a biology book on cells and reproduction. "Um hi Miss Potts I was just getting a book from To- Mr. Stark" Pepper smiled fondly "That's okay Peter." Peter smiled meekly at Tony and Pepper as he slipped out the bedroom door. "Fuck" He breathed out.

Peter dodged a punch and swung from one corned to the other. "Come on, babe, you can do better than this" Peter panted and landed on the floor next to him "Nope, I'm out" Tony smiled and pulled this small boyfriend up. "Come on, one more round and we can relax." Peter pulled himself together and nodded. "Okay, I can do this," He said dodging a kick and other suits that came flying past him. "One more!" Tony said cheering him on from the sidelines, "Fuck, Tony I can't do this" "There's no such word as can't" Peter smirked t himself "Nope, but there is a word called cannot and I cannot do this" H said turning his back as Tony shit down te simulation. "What's going on? You're usually so much better than this" Tony asked as peter layed his head on his lap. "I don't know, I've been in a funk ever since we lost the Titan battle" Tony frowned. "I'm never letting you go okay? I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so much. And that shit that happened with Thanos was not your fault. You were fifteen kid and were already conquering so much that I couldn't even do at fifteen. Don't beat yourself up because of one mistake" Tony leaned down and kissed peter's lips passionately. "I love you too Tones, and guess what day tomorrow is. Valentine's day" Tony rolled his eyes "Ugh, don't remind me" Peter laughed "Ill remind you in my way" Tony raised an eyebrow "Kinky" "That's not what I meant and you know it"

"Mr. Parker, you have a meeting in five minutes downstairs" FRIDAY chirped from the speakers in the kitchen. "SHIT! FRIDAY can you remind me when to take the cookies out of the oven?" He heard no response but figured that FRIDAY heard him. Peter raced over to his bedroom and pulled on one of Tonys' old AC/DC shirts and a pair of ripped skinny jeans before jogging down to the meeting room. "Good morning Mr. Parker, so nice of you to join us" Tony smiled sarcastically swiveling around in his chair. "Uh sorry, I was baking" He replied Shiley taking a seat next to Tony. "Baking?" Tony whispered moving his chair closer to Peter's "Yep, made some peanut butter cookies" He smiled. "Damn, get you a man that can cook" They both laughed a little before turning their attention to the man presenting as he 'cleared his throat' "Something funny?" The man asked, obviously tired of having to stop his presentation. "Nope, just laughing about the world" The man rolled his eyes at Tony and continued presenting his slideshow on 'Why Peter Parker should not take over SI' which wasn't the name but Peter thought that it might as well be the name since he was droning on about how someone with a manufacturing and technology background would be more suitable. But still, peter being peter he just sat quietly and held Tony's hand underneath the steel table. "Pete, you okay?" Tony asked quietly looking at the boy "Yeah, I'm just focusing on how many ways I could walk out the room right now" Tony laughed "Don't even walk, just jump out the window and let the suit catch you" Peter burst into laughter and fell on the ground wheezing. "What the fuck is so funny Mr. Parker? This is a serious meeting" Peter laughed as he stood up and regained his posture and self-control. "Nothing nothing, just thinking about a vine" He chuckled sitting down in his seat again. "What vine?" Tony asked playing along with the Vine story. "Is that a chicken?" He quoted not even missing a beat. "Kyle Jenner please report to the foyer," Tony said finishing off the stat pf the vine. The man presenting looked unamused and closed down the PowerPoint. "When you two can stop behaving like children we will come back," He said walking with his men out of the room. "Think we broke him?" Peter laughed spinning in his chair. "Nope, but you're gonna break your back is you don't stop spinning on this chair" Peter giggled and continued to spin on his chair until the chair gave way and he fell on Tony "Hi" He grinned dopey "Hi, think you can-" Tony was cut off by the man walking into the room again causing both men to jump and Peter to fall on the floor with an "Ouch" Along with Tony. "Never mind" Tony watched as the guy left and turned his head to look at Peter. "You okay?" He asked helping Peter stand up and regain his balance and confidence "Mhmm, are you okay?" Tony laughed at Peters's kindness. "I'm not the one that just fell off of a chair and hit my head on the floor" Peter smiled and rested his head on Tony's shoulder as Tony helped him into the elevator.

An hour had passed and the two lovebirds were sat on the couch eating Peters cookies and watching 'Burlesque' on Netflix. "I'm tired." Peter sighed wrapping a blanket around his cold body "If you wanna go to bed by all means go, I just wanna know if Jack and Ali will start dating" Tony smiled ruffling Peters's hair, "They do, now will you please come to bed with me?" Tony gasped "You just spoiled the movie" Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, come on just cuddle with me" Tony pulled peter towards him on the couch "I don't wanna" "Stop being a child Tony" "I'm not being a child" "Yeah? Then come to bed" "No" "Come to bed, Tony." "No" Tony, come to b-" Once again, they were interrupted by Natasha walking and Peter rolling off the couch. "Sup, what are we watching," She asked grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoveling it into her mouth. "Nothing, I'm gonna go to sleep. Night" Peter gave a 'Bed now' look to Tony who acted like he didn't see it and carried on watching the film. "Child" He muttered under his breath.

Peter sighed as he pulled on a pair of pajamas and slipped under the blue silk sheets of Tony's bed. "It's so cold, FRIDAY turn the heating up" and just like that Peter felt as if he was in Spain, relaxing on a beach and letting off steam. That was until he felt a dip in the bed and muscular arms cover his body and held him tight. "Let's go" Peter turned around. "What do you mean?" He questioned rubbing his eyes "You said you wanted to go to Spain right? Then let's go, let's spend Valentine's day in Spain" Peter smiled and hooked his arms around Tony. "Okay. I'm down for that. when are we going?" "Right now, get some clothes on, we'll buy whatever we need when we get there" Peter squealed and jumped out of the bed grabbing some jeans and sliding himself into them. "You're not getting changed?" He questioned looking at Tony. "I already am" Peter rolled his eyes as Tony flipped away the covers to reveal a fully tailored suit on him. "When did you have the tine to get fully charged? A second ago you were in a tank and sweat pants" "I have my ways. May i just say, you look ravishing" Peter blushed "I'm wearing an oversized shirt and Khakis, how is that ravishing" "Because it's my shirt that you're wearing" Peter rolled his eyes. "You're incredibly predictable Mr. Stark" Tony scoffed "No I'm not, you don't know what I'm going to do now" "Yes I do, you're going to pick me up and run with me in your arms to the helipad" Tony paused fr a minute "No I'm not." "Then what are you gonna do?" "I'm going to pick you up, and run with ou in my arms into the living room" Peter sighed "Wow, big difference" Tony smiled and grabbed Peter before running down the corridor. "Oh my god, Tony! Peter squealed "Put me down! Put me down!" Tony laughed and placed Peters feet on the floor kissing his 'Button nose' as Tony liked to describe it "I hate you" Tony shook his head "No you don't, you love me" "Unfortunately yes, yes I do, and it's a shame because I can never get mad at you" Peter smiled and kissed Tony passionately. "Don't eat each other's fucking faces" Both of them jumped to see the room filled with the avengers and Rhodey. "Uh, we can explain" Peter sighed pulling away from Tony/ "We can? " Tony questioned. "No, I'm out." Rhodey sighed. "I told you they were dating." "You knew?" Tony asked, shocked and in disbelief, thst they're amazing (Terrible ) attempts of covering up their relationship didn't work. "We all knew, you two cant keep a secret for your life." Tony scoffed at Natasha "Yes I can, I kept being Iron Man a secret" Peter scoffed this time. "No you didn't, Rodey and Pepper organized an entire speech on what you should say so you wouldn't reveal that you were IronMan and you still got up on that stage and said 'I am Iron Man' " Tony ignored the comment and looked at the group. "Yes, I and Peter are dating, but as of this moment we are going to Spaun to celebrate our first Valentine's day together" Tony picked Peter up and in a squeal, they were both gone from the eyesight of the other. "Damn, they're cute you've got to admit," Bruce said from the back. "They are, also who said they were eating each other's faces. Because Props to you" Rhodey smiled at Pepper. "All me, the look on their faces were priceless, I wish I had taken a photo" "I have taken a video of the moment and sent it to all of your phones" FRIDAY spoke chirpily, she wasn't a human, but goddamn could she sense when people liked her.

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[fan-fantasies]

Truth Hurts (P.2)

A/N: This is loosely based on the movie The Ugly Truth. I hope you guys enjoy! -Heather

Pairing: (eventual) Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and insecurities

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Part One // Part Three

“Alright class, let us begin,” Bucky smirked at you while you sat at the table eating breakfast. “First, we need to work on your presentation.”

“Ma presemtatiom?” You asked through a mouthful of muffin. Bucky glared at you and sighed. 

“See? This stuff… can’t happen. You can’t be gross anymore.”

“I’m not gross!” You shriek. Bucky turned his back to you to grab his coffee so you took a moment to examine yourself. You were wearing an old shirt that was three sizes too big that had holes in it. Your shorts were stained and hung loosely on your hips. You caught a glimpse of your messy bed head in the reflection on the microwave. Maybe you were gross…

“You need to be more ladylike. The good doctor isn’t gonna want to feel emasculated by his woman. You’re a badass warrior in the field so when you’re here you need to be a dainty flower,” he explained.

“First off, thank you for calling me a badass warrior,” you smirked when he rolled his eyes. “Second, why is it my job to make him feel like a man? He shouldn’t be insecure about dating a strong woman.”

“Look, you just have to do what I say, no questions asked. Do you trust me?” 

“Fuck no.” 

“Shut up and go get dressed, we’re going shopping.” He snatched your muffin from your hands and put an apple in it instead. “And cut back on the carbs.” 

“Dick,” you mumbled under your breath. Your hands found their way to your stomach and hips. Maybe you should cut back on the carbs… Bucky does know what men want after all. 

You changed into jeans and a T-shirt, meeting Bucky down in the garage. He was entranced by his phone when you walked up and you snapped to get his attention. He jumped and shoved his phone in his pocket with a smirk on his lips.

 “Hot date?” You questioned. 

“Very hot,” he chuckled. Once Bucky got more comfortable around the team, he started to branch out more. He became more social at parties and eventually found his footing when it came to the ladies. He was a one and done type of man, something that disgusted you. You never understood how people could have meaningless sex and pretend like they didn’t even know the person the next day.

“Which car are we taking?” You asked. He shook his head and handed you a helmet. 

“Hell no.” 

“Hell yes, doll. Be a little adventurous.” He winked. You sighed and put the helmet on. You let Bucky get on his bike first and you climbed on behind him. You made sure your arms were wrapped securely around his middle. “Ease up on the death grip.”

“Like it hurts,” you said. You could feel his abs through his shirt and it made your heart flutter. What the fuck was that?

Before you could concern yourself with his delicious abs anymore, he took off out of the garage. You definitely did not ease up on your death grip, if anything it got tighter. Motorcycles were always something you tried to stay away from, only venturing out on Steve’s a time or two but you trusted Steve. You definitely didn’t trust Bucky. 

Before you knew it you had rolled up to the mall and Buck parked his bike. You sprung off and wanted to kiss the ground but you figured that was a tad dramatic.

“See? You survived,” he chuckled. 

“Barely,” you smiled. He nodded for you to go ahead so you walked into the mall with him. You went to turn towards your favorite thrift shop but he grabbed your hand. “But-“

“But nothing. We need to get you clothes that don’t look like you stole them out of a homeless man’s trash pile.”

“I hate you,” you sighed. You let him lead you into a store that you had always avoided at all costs. This was more fit for Nat or Wanda, definitely not someone like you. You went for function over fashion and all of these clothes looked so uncomfortable. 

“Here, try this on,” Bucky told you as he handed you a napkin dress and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. 

“And what exactly is this supposed to cover? One boob or the other?” You said in an exasperated tone. 

“We’ll get to that stuff later,” he winked. “Now go.” 

“Bucky, I don’t know…”

“Just trust me, doll,” he gave you a soft smile. You took a deep breath and nodded, heading into the changing room while Bucky went back to that racks to get more clothes. 

You slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t horrible… it made you uncomfortable though. It showed off everything you tried to hide. 

“Can I come in?” Bucky asked. The sound of his voice made you nervous. You didn’t want him to see you and make a joke about how you looked. “Forget it, I’m coming in.” 

“Bucky!” You hissed as he slipped in the door. You tried to cover yourself with your arms but he yanked them loose after he threw some more clothes down.

 “Don’t you dare hide that body,” he told you. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot under his gaze. His eyes raked over your body a few times and you swore you saw him lick his lips. “This is the stuff that you should be wearing. You’re gonna blow the doc away with your sneaky hot body.”

“Sneaky hot body?” You scoffed. You shook your head and looked down but he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. 

“You have a beautiful body and you should show it off for the world to appreciate,” he told you. You were expecting a joke thrown in there somewhere and were taken back when you didn’t hear one. You awkwardly cleared your throat and told him to get out so you could try on more clothes. 

In the end, you had a completely new wardrobe, compliments of Tony Stark’s credit card. Bucky took you to the hair salon next and your eyes widened. 

“What’s wrong with my hair?” 

“It needs to be trimmed to get the split ends and maybe some highlights,” he mumbled as he lifted up a piece of your hair. You pulled away from him and groaned. 

“Lead the way then,” you sighed in defeat. He gave you a panty dropping smile and went in to tell the stylist what he wanted. You had to admit, it didn’t look all that bad. You’d never tell Bucky that though. 

Once back at the tower, you put your new clothes away and decided to head to the kitchen for some dinner. On your way there, however, you saw Bucky with some scantily clad blonde hanging off of him as they made their way back to his room. He gave you a smirk and a wink on his way by which made you want to gag. You didn’t know why you cared so much what Bucky did, or who he did, all of a sudden. 

“Hey (y/n), did you and Bucky have fun today?” Steve asked, breaking your train of thought. 

“Have fun? With him? Never.” You snapped a little harsher than you intended. Steve backed off and let you fix your meal. 

“Oh, Dr.Carter was asking about you today.”

“Really?!” You nearly screamed causing Steve chuckle. 

“Yeah, he asked how you were doing and if we were going easy on you in training,” he responded. 

“Well that was nice of him,” you blushed. Steve nodded in agreement. 

“Don’t you have a checkup with him tomorrow?” He asked. You had completely forgotten about that! You weren’t ready for this. You had no idea how to act around him or what to say to him. “Earth to (y/n).”

“Oh uh yeah...yeah I think I do. I’m gonna go,” I’m gonna go panic is what you really wanted to say. You practically ran back to your room and threw yourself into bed. You had no idea how you were going to get through this interaction alive. 

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