#howard stark x sister!reader

[waltermis]

Howard

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Tony go back in time to 1970 to get the Tesseract, when you run into the man you haven’t seen since you were 5. Your father, Howard Stark.

Warnings: Endgame.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Tony Stark x reader (siblings), Scott Lang x reader (platonic), Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Clint Barton x reader (platonic)

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You, Tony and Scott all sat in a destroyed car, when Steve came dropping off a railing, the scepter in his hands. “Cap,” Tony called, a guilty look written on his face. “Sorry, buddy. We got a problem.”

Scott’s scoff came from the back of the car, “Yeah, we do.”

You snapped your head around, glaring at Scott from your spot in the passenger seat. “You know, you have a real attitude problem.” Scott just stuck his tongue out at you. “Wow, real mature.” You said, turning back around.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Well, everything went exactly as planned. Tony and I were dressed as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Scott managed to give Tony a slight heart attack, and we had the Tesseract in our hands expect…” You trailed off.

“Expect…?” Steve asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

“We miscalculated when Hulk would arrive on the first floor and Loki, he uh, he managed to get away with the Tesseract.” You said, hesitantly. You began playing with your wedding ring, something you often did when you were stressed.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Steve asked, as you and Scott exited out of the demolished vehicle.

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got hit in the head with the Hulk.” Tony said, looking annoyed. 

“You said that we had one shot. This, this was our shot. We shot it, it’s shot. Six stones or nothing. It was six stones or nothing.” Scott said, emphasizing each point.

“You’re repeating yourself, you know that? You’re repeating yourself.” Tony said, aggravated.

“You’re repeating yourself. You’re repeating yourself.”

You and Steve both rolled your eyes as both Tony and Scott continued to argue. “Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asked, interrupting their childish dispute. 

“No, no, no. There’s no other options. There’s no do-overs.” The bug said, smacking the car. “We’re not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it, alright? We use that… bye bye, you’re not going home.”

Suddenly a thought popped into your head. It was a long shot but it just might work. “I got it. There’s another way to retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles.” You said.

Tony’s eyes widened as he understood what you were saying. “Little stroll down memory lane. Military Installation, Garden State.” 

“Exactly,” You said. Steve understood instantly what the two of you were saying. The three of you were having a silent conversation, understanding what this meant.

“When were they both there?” Steve asked, wracking his brain.

“They were there at a time… I have a vaguely exact idea.” 

Steve pursed his lips together, irked. “How vague?”

“What are we talking about? Where are we going?” Scott asked, lost.

“It was 1970.” You interrupted, leaning against the car. Everyone snapped their heads in your direction. 

“How do you know that?” Steve questioned. 

“I know for a fact that they were there. And I know how I know.” You stated, confidently.

“Alright then… It looks like we’re improvising.” Steve said.

“Great,” You and Tony said.

“What are we improvising?” Scott asked.

“I want you and Tony to go get the Tesseract. Scott and I will head back to the compound and wait for you there.”

“Suit up,” Tony said, as the two of you changed your clothes. “Are you sure you wanna come with me?” He asked, worried for you.

“I’m gonna be fine, Tony. I have you with me. And what kind of brother would you be if you left me all alone in New Jersey?”

“A terrible brother…”

“What’s in New Jersey?” Scott asked Steve. Steve kept his eyes locked on the two of you as you punched in the coordinates.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked you two one last time.

“Absolutely, Cap. See you in a minute.” You said before you and Tony disappeared.

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New Jersey

1970

You and Tony managed to get to the military base where you were quick to change your clothes so you wouldn’t be apprehended. “Do you think Steve was born here?” Tony asked, as the two of you strolled through the base.

“Tony, now is not the time… And I don’t think he was born here. It was probably the idea of him.” You said. “Alright, where are we going?”

“Over there.” He said, pointing in the direction. “That’s where they kept the Tesseract.” The two of you watched as two men in suits entered the base. You followed your brother into the base where you two entered the elevator. You went down into the basement and began searching for the right container that held the Tesseract. 

“C’mon, where is it?” You muttered to yourself as you turned on the visors Tony designed.

“Over here! I found it!” Tony called, a little further away. You ran over to Tony, grabbing a briefcase on your way. Tony began to drill his way in while you made sure no one was around.

“Be careful, Tony.”

“When have I ever not been careful?”

“There was that one time…” You started.

“That was a rhetorical question.” He said, not turning around. “We’re in,” He grabbed the Tesseract while you held open the case. 

“Arnim, you in here?” You heard someone say. 

You look at Tony panicked. “What do we do?!?!” 

“Just follow my lead.” Just as he finished talking, a man with a moustache came into your line of sight. You and Tony turned away quickly, as the man stared at you two. There was something vaguely familiar about the man, something you just couldn’t put your finger on. It was the way he spoke and the mustache that you just couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Hey!” The man said, “The door is this way, you two.” The two of you turned around, startled. “Looking for Doctor Zola, have any of you seen him?”

“Yeah, Doctor Zola. No, I haven’t seen a soul.” Tony answered as he approached the man.

“What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, the man nodded. “Nope, I haven’t seen anyone either.” You suddenly ran into a desk chair when you realized who the man was. He was your father. “Pardon me,” You apologized. 

“Do I know you?” The man asked.

“No, sir. We’re uh… We’re visitors from MIT.” Tony said, holding up his badge.

“Oh. MIT. Got a name?”

“Howard.” You internally rolled your eyes at your brother’s thinking. 

“That’ll be easy to remember.” He said, walking closer to the two of you. 

“Howard…. Potts.”

“Well, I’m Howard Stark.” 

“Hi,” The two shook hands as you stared at them trying to contain your laughter.

“And you, Miss?”

“Natasha, Natasha Romanoff.” You said, quickly before mentally hitting yourself. 

“You’re looking a little green around the gills there, Potts.”

“I’m fine. Just long hours.”

“You wanna get some air?” Howard asked, Tony continued to just stare at your father, a dreamy look on his face.

“Hello Potts,” Your father called, snapping Tony out of his daydream. 

“Yeah, that’d be swell.”

“That way,” Howard said, leading the two of you out of the basement.

“Need your briefcase?” You quickly grabbed the case and handed it to Tony. 

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“So, where you at with names?” Tony asked, as you walked up to them again.

“What names?” You asked, giving Tony a subtle thumbs up, telling him that you got the particles. 

“Baby names. If it’s a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo.” Howard said, you let out a quiet giggle at the thought of Tony’s name being Elmonzo.

“Huh. Might wanna let that stew awhile. You got time.” Tony quickly objected, shuddering slightly. 

“What about if it was a girl?” You asked.

“Well, if it's a girl we might name her Gertrude.” Tony snorted at the name before coughing. 

“Sorry, I swallowed a bug.” He excused.

“Gertrude? Really? Why not name her something like, say I don’t know… Y/N?” You quickly suggested.

“Huh… Y/N. I like it.” Howard said. “Lemme ask you a question.” He said, stepping in front of the two of you. “When your kid was born, were you nervous?”

“Wildly,” 

Howard let out a sigh of relief, “Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?”

“I literally pieced it together as I went along. I thought about what my dad did.”

“Ugh, my old man. He never met a problem he couldn’t solve with a belt.”

“I thought my dad was tough on me. And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.” You teared up slightly, remembering the quote your dad always said.

“Smart guy.”

“He did his best,” 

“I’ll tell you, that kid’s not even here yet and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.” Tony smiled at that, “Good to meet you, Romanoff.” You shook his hand before he turned to Tony.

“It was nice knowing ya, Potts.”

“Howard, everything’s gonna be alright.” Tony advised, before giving him a hug. “Thank you, for everything… you’ve done for this country.” The two of you watched as he walked over to Jarvis before you both left. 

“Hey, you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What ‘bout you?”

“I’m okay… Just wanna go home, bring everyone back and stay wrapped in Nat’s arms forever.” You said, missing your wife already.

“Then, let’s go back.” He took your hand as the two of you found a secluded spot and set your coordinates back to the year 2023.

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2023

You managed to return safely with Tony, looking around you saw that everyone was back. Everyone but one. “Did we get them all?” Bruce asked.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey asked, smiling widely.

“Clint…” You started approaching the man slowly. “Where’s my wife?”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

The only thing anyone heard after that was your gut-wrenching scream.

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[sunflowersoldat]

Blood In The Water Master List

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Series Summary: Spin-off to All is Fair. Mob syndicates are yours and your partner's specialty. They don't call you the Sharks for nothing. There is blood in the water in New York City, not only is know Mob affiliate Steve Rogers missing, but the two other Mob bosses died in a huge shootout last year. It is up to you and your partner to uncover the truth, but not all is as it seems.

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please read at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chapter!

Pairing: Mob!Buckyx FBI Agent!reader

Chapters are in chronological order.

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

#mafia au #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel au #assassin!reader #steve and bucky #tony stark #stark!reader #Stark!sister #sam wilson #Howard Stark #the howling commandos #stark industries #bucky #blood in the water #mafia bucky x reader #mafia bucky barnes #mafia bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #fem reader #bucky fanfic #buckybarnes #james bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes au #mob bucky barnes #mob boss bucky barnes #mob!au

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ The Picture

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

Word Count: 925ish

Summary/Request: This is the long-awaited one-shot about the infamous picture of Y/N and Howard. “Hey Bailey! Can you do a one shot of the night the picture of Howard and Y/N dancing was taken. I always wanted to see more of their relationship since Y/N is so conflicted in taking the job as Tony's bodyguard bc of Howard. Thanks! Love your work”

Notes: This is a one-shot for my series, Out Of Time. This happens between chapter 7 and chapter 8.

Y/N was tired. It had been a long day helping with the war effort and dealing with men who didn’t believe she or Peggy should be involved. No one said those words because they were too afraid of what Steve, Bucky, and the other Howling Commandos would do to them if they did. She wasn’t officially a member of the SSR yet but was tirelessly working toward it. Y/N needed to make sure that there was no question as to if she belonged here and her abilities. 

Slumping into her chair, Y/N rested her elbow on the desk and held her head in her hand. Her training wasn’t the only thing making her feel this way. Bucky and Steve had been gone for weeks now, with very little contact. The worry that Y/N felt for her brother and the man she loved was slowly consuming her.

“Long day?” Y/N jumped slightly at the sound of Howard’s voice before moving to face him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over to the desk beside yours and sat on the edge, his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. “What are you still doing here, kid?”

“I’ve been busy with training,” Y/N responded, leaning back against her chair.

“I wanna bet that's not just what’s got you down.”

She nodded with a sigh. “Been worrying about Steve and Bucky.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. They have something more than just a country to fight for. They have you.”

“They’ll do what they can to protect the country before they worry about coming home to me… that’s what has me concerned.”

Howard studied Y/N as the two fell silent. She was looking at her fingers as they absentmindedly traced patterns on the desktop. He could almost physically see the worry. Her eyes didn’t light up like they use to, her shoulders were slowly sinking like the weight of the world was crashing down on them. She was spending more time training than even taking care of herself. He hated seeing her like this and knew he needed to do something about it.

“Come on,” Howard said. He stood up straight and held out a hand toward her. “We’re going out.”

“Howard,” Y/N shook her head. “I really don’t feel up to it.”

“You need it, sweet cheeks, more than anyone right now.” He leaned in and took one of her hands before pulling her up to her feet. “Let’s go.”

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The dance hall was filled with pretty dames and soldiers, all trying to find someone to dance with and take to bed for the night. As Howard guided Y/N further into the room, she noticed the stares Howard was getting. Some of them were stares of longing, others were glares.

“How many times have you been to this dance hall?” Y/N asked.

“Uh, a few times,” Howard answered. “Can’t remember the exact number. Here we go.” He guided her into an open spot on the dance floor. Pulling her close to him, Howard started leading her in a dance.

“I’m not sure how Bucky would feel about us dancing together.” 

“I’m sure Barnes won’t mind me stealing a few dances while he is away. As long as I don’t make a move. It is for your well-being after all.”

“I’m doing fine, Howard.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

Y/N sighed looking down. It felt off being in Howard’s arms but not Bucky’s. She tried not to overthink it as he continued to lead her through dance after dance.

“You have yet to smile, sweetheart,” Howard noted. “What do I need to do to make you laugh?”

“Bring my boys home,” Y/N replied.

“I will do my best but that isn’t something I can fulfill right now.”

She looked down. “I don’t know… I wish I did.”

Howard glanced around the room to try and see if there was something there that he could use to make Y/N laugh. Getting closer to her, Howard began to make comments about the couples around the room and changed his voice to mimic what he believed them to be talking about. It took a few times but Howard could slowly see Y/N easing up with a tight-lipped smile occasionally making an appearance. 

Howard continued, making the voices he was doing more animated as Y/N had even begun to laugh slightly. It was a few more minutes before his joke caused Y/N to full-on laugh and throw her head back. Out of the corner of his eye, Howard noticed a flash go off. He made a mental note to chase after the photographer later to get that picture from them.

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“Thank you, Howard,” Y/N said as the man escorted her back to where her room was. “I had fun and I really did need this.”

“Of course,” Howard replied. “Anytime.” The two paused in front of the room door.

“Goodnight, Howard.” Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 

She turned around and disappeared into the room. Howard stayed still, his cheek burning where her lips had touched. He hated how he was forming feelings for someone who was clearly taken. And he respected Steve, Y/N, and Bucky too much to make a move. But he couldn’t allow Y/N to be as down in the dumps as she was and would continue to do things like this until Bucky and Steve came home.

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[randomshyperson]

Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government. 

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen. 

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened. 

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." 

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child. 

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly. 

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that. 

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer. 

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words. 

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look. 

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes. 

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress.  "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way.  "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again. 

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first."  Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well. 

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease. 

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways. 

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke. 

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'" 

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke."  You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.

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[imtryingbuck]

Eleven

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 2,511

Warnings: fluff, angst, heavy use of pet names, nothing to major I don’t think.

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

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“I would like to adopt her”

~~~

It’s been nearly four years since Y/n was adopted by Howard and his wife Maria at first she was confused about what was happening when she had to leave Bucky’s home and go with Howard.

The couple already had a son named Tony who was ten at the time, at first he was distant with her until he heard crying during the night, he listened out to see if his mother or father would go and check on her upon hearing nothing more other than her whimpers he climbed out of his bed and made his way into her room.

“It’s okay you’re having a bad dream. Wake up Y/n.” He stayed with her until she fell back to sleep, softly stroking her hair as he read her the bed time story his mother was reading to her earlier that night.

Tony grew to be overprotective of his little sister.

He didn’t care about starting fights when he heard she was being bullied at school, glaring at those who stared at bit to long for his liking. Though he would never admit to it but he was actually jealous of Y/n’s friendship with Bucky and Steve, especially with Bucky.

Her first Christmas spent with the Starks was magical to her; the huge Christmas tree, the pretty lights, the food and the presents. So, so many presents.

As the years passed Howard and Maria watched proudly as Y/n came more and more out of her shell, became independent. They found out that she was quite a cheeky little girl cheeky monkey Howard called her, she would always stick her tongue out at him after he called her that. Maria loved it when Y/n would sit in between her legs and toss her hair back a silent way of asking her to play with her hair. They loved her equally as much as they loved Tony. 

“Ducky get back here!” She screamed.

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to hit me!”

“No I’m not I promise” liar liar pants on fire she sang to herself.

Bucky stopped running slowly turning to face her with his eyes squinting. “Bunny I told you I know when your lying”

“Ducky.” Her hands going to her hips as she cocks her hip to the side just like she had seen her momma do “I’m not lying I swear it, just come here”

“Say please”

“Please”

“Say Bucky’s amazing”

“Bucky’s amazing”

“Now say I love Bucky so so so much”

“Eww I’m not saying that!”

“Then I won’t come to yo-“

“I love Bucky so so so much. Happy?”

“Yep” Bucky grinned as he walked over stopping in front of her “ow ow, Bunny stop! You said you wouldn’t hit me!” He cries out.

“You. Pushed. Me. Over. In. The. Mud!” She says smacking him.

“It was funny”

“Was not! Now I’m dirty and momma won’t like it”

“Aww. But it was funny though you have to admit”

It…it kind of was.

“It’s not funny and you have no right in touching her” Tony says loudly walking over from where he was sitting.

“I-I…we were just playing”

“We were just playing” Tony mocks “you could have really hurt her”

“I would never hurt Bunny”

“Her names Y/n. Repeat after me Y/n”

“I know what her name is Tony”

“Well stop calling her that ridiculous name-“

“Hey! I like when he calls me Bunny, Tone why are you being mean for?”

“He should be hanging out with kids his own age”

“I’m a year older than her…”

Tony stands there and raises an eyebrow, glancing around the yard he pulls out a cigarette out of its packet “I don’t care stop hanging around my sister”

“You’re not allowed to smoke! Momma said it’s bad”

“Like I care! You” he points at Bucky “don’t talk to my sister ever aga-“

“Shut up Tony, he’s my friend”

“You’ll stay away from him Y/n/n” 

Making a show of herself getting closer to Bucky she took his hand in hers “No. You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Listen here you little brat you’ll do as-“

“Ducky…”

“Yeah”

“Run!”

“Get back here Y/n!”

Hand in hand they take off running back into the house with Tony close behind them. 

“Woah woah slow down kiddo’s”

“Sorry Mr George”

“Sorry dad” they call out at the same time.

“Momma, momma Tony smoking again!”

“What?”

“Me and Ducky was playing outside and Tony said the Ducky can’t call me Bunny anymore or be my friend anymore and he pulled out that white stick that he’s not allowed to have” she breathes out, slightly out of breath from her running.

“Ma…she’s lying” Tony speaks hesitantly as his mother glares at him.

“No she’s not!” Bucky’s quick to defend Bunny.

“Y/n sweetie why don’t you and James go back outside and carry on playing, I’ll call you in when lunch is ready” Maria says softy yet leaving no room to argue.

“Bu-Y/n I’m really sorry for pushing you over, I-I was just playing” Bucky says once they’re back outside.

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n…”

“No no no I’m Bunny to you”

“But Tony said-“

“Ignore Tony! Please Ducky” 

“Okay”

“What’s my name?”

“Miss poo poo pants” he grinned.

Y/n loved going to school even though she had no friends and was bullied quite often. She tried desperately to make friends just like Maria told her to do but none of the other kids wanted to be friends with her.

She was that one kid who was always alone and sometimes often seen talking to herself, she would run from one class to the next just so she wasn’t late and ate her food in the bathroom.

Despite always being alone she loved school.

One time Maria made her go to a sleepover that she wasn’t invited too, Maria spoke with the girls mom and that Friday night she was taken to the house for this sleepover.

It was a nightmare.

The other girls didn’t speak to her, they didn’t let her join in the fun activities. When it was time to sleep she settled down in her sleeping bag and feel asleep, waiting for the morning to come so she could leave.

When she woke her heart broke.

They had cut all her hair off.

“W-why di-did you do t-t-this?” She stuttered out, gripping the pile of hair they had cut off.

“It’s funny” one of the girls giggled.

Y/n grabbed her things and ran out of the room and down the stairs passing the mom on her way out, missing the grin on the woman’s face. She sat outside the home waiting for her momma to pick her up, tears streaming heavily down her face.

“Y/n? What-“

“T-they cut my hair off momma”

“Sweet baby come here”

Y/n climbed into Maria’s arms clinging on for dear life. Her hair was so long and curly and she loved it, it now came to her shoulders and was cut messily.

“I’ll get my friend to do it properly, okay? She’ll make it look nice and we’ll get ice cream afterwards yeah?”

“M-my hair momma”

“I know baby, it’ll grow back I promise”

Maria’s friend did in fact make her hair nicer but the problem was that it was now a little bit shorter than what the mean girls did. Y/n shook her head at the opportunity to get ice cream, all she wanted to do was go home and get into bed.

“What happened angel?” Howard asked when he came out of his office - the one place Y/n wasn’t allowed to explore - concerned and shocked at seeing his daughter red eyed and short hair.

“They cut my hair off because it was funny”

“Did you want them too?”

“No dada I was asleep”

“Oh angel.” He kneels down in front of her, his hands cold as he presses them on both sides of her head. “You still look very pretty”

“But my hair looks stupid”

“It doesn’t look stupid darling”

“It does!”

“No it doesn’t. Don’t try and argue back missy. I wouldn’t lie to you Y/n you know this”

“Sorry dada, can I go to bed please?”

“It’s okay and you can, I’ll wake you up when lunch is ready okay”

“Okay” she rushes off upstairs and to her bedroom, climbing into her bed she laid there and with shaky hands she ran her fingers through her hair. Crying as she dreads Bucky’s reaction, knowing he loves her long hair.

Bucky walked into Howard’s house with Steve next to him, wondering where Bunny was.

“She’s in the backyard boys“

“Thanks Miss Maria” they call over their shoulders already making their way outside.

“Hi Bunny”

“Hi Ducky, hi Steve”

“Why do you look sad?” Steve says after he said his greeting.

“Why are you wearing your hood up?” Bucky then questions.

“Please please please don’t be mad”

“Why would I be mad Bun?”

“Because-“ her hands move towards the hood and slowly pulled it down, eyes casted downwards. “-of this”

“Bun…” Bucky gasped with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry” she cries.

“You had your hair cut?”

“I didn’t want to I swear!”

“Why did you let your ma do it then?”

“I didn’t, she didn’t, I was at a sleepover and the girls did it. They cut my hair wh-when I was asleep Ducky”

Bucky moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her as she cried. “It’s okay Bunny, it looks nice. Doesn’t it Stevie”

“Super nice” Steve agrees.

“It looks stupid!”

“It doesn’t”

After pulling away Bucky wiped the tears away and frowned, he always hated seeing her cry because he didn’t know what to do to make the tears stop from falling.

“Do you want to carry on playing fairies?” He asked knowing that she loved playing that game.

“Okay”

They played for hours, Bucky missing the way her hair flowed behind her as she ran. Missing the way it would always tangle itself around her body.

He didn’t know these girls who did this to his Bunny but he hated them.

“Bunny guess what?”

Lifting her head off the ground she looked over at him “what?”

“It’s nearly Christmas”

“I know, I’ve been good this year have you?”

“Of course. What do you think Santa will bring you?”

“A pony”

“A pony? How will Santa be able to put a pony on his sled Bun?”

“Magic” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Magic?”

“Yep, what do you think Santa will be bringing you?”

“A bike”

“You already have one…”

“I know but I want a new one”

“Oh. Well I’ll be getting a pony and you’ll be getting a bike because we’ve been really good this year”

“That’s true”

They both lay back down and carry on watching the fluffy clouds go past. Y/n really hoped that she was getting a pony whilst Bucky was also hoping the same thing for her.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“Will you be spending Christmas with us again?”

“I’m not sure why?”

“I want you to”

“Why?”

“Because your smelly”

“That makes no sense”

“You don’t make no sense”

They fall back into silence as the clouds go by.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“We’ll be friends forever won’t we?”

“Of course”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once again.

“Duck”

“Bun”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Good, that’s good”

Silence takes over once…again.

“Bun”

“Duck”

“My ma’s having a baby”

“What?”

“Yeah she’s having a baby”

“I want one”

“You can’t”

“Why not?”

“Your not married”

“Oh. Well can you marry me?”

“Why?”

“So I can have a baby”

“Okay”

“So…are we married now?”

“Yeah I think so”

“Good, that’s good”

“Should we tell our parents?”

“Okay”

Bucky stands up first and hold his hand out for her to take, hand in hand they head inside to where their parents were talking.

“Ma dad uncle Howard and Aunt Maria me and Bunny have to tell you something” Bucky starts, gaining the attention of all four adults.

“What is it son?”

“We’re married” Y/n beams.

“Oh really? Since when?” Howard chuckles.

“We were outside and Bunny asked me if we could get married so we did” Bucky continues.

“Why did you want to marry Bucky darling?”

“So I can have a baby” looking at Winnie and Maria who start to choke on their drinks.

“Do you know where babies come from?” George says as he pats Winnie on her back.

“The belly” the two kids reply in unison.

“Do you know how the baby gets there?”

“No…”

“You’ll have to kiss each other” Howard says.

“I have to kiss Bunny?”

“I have to kiss Ducky?”

All four adults stifle their laughter as the kids pull away from each other pulling disgusting faces.

“Eww I’m not kissing him!”

“I’m not kissing her!”

“That’s how babies get in the woman’s belly” George chuckles.

“I don’t want to be married to you anymore Ducky”

“Good I don’t want to be married to you either”

“Look Bunny I got a new bike!” Bucky says as he speeds past her on his new bike.

“That’s so cool can I ride it?”

“Okay but you have to be careful I don’t want you falling off like last time”

Bucky hops off the bike and waits for Y/n to come over and helps her get onto the bike. He holds on until she’s gotten the hang off it.

“I’m riding it Ducky! Look” she squeals.

“I’m looking, I’m proud of you Bun” just as he says them words she starts to wobble and falls off. “Bunny! Christ Bun are you okay?”

“I broke your bike Ducky I’m so sorry” she cries as she clutches her knee closer to her chest.

“I don’t care about that, are you hurt?”

“My knee. Ducky I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay-that’s a lot of blood” he pales at the heavy flow of blood streaming from her injured knee.

“Is-is it going to fall off?”

“No, well it shouldn’t do.”

Lifting her up he helps her walk in to the house, he calls out for Maria who comes rushing over and paling when she sees the blood flowing down her daughters leg, picking her up she rushes her into the bathroom where she can clean up the wound.

Bucky felt really bad for her falling off his bike especially since this time she had hurt herself, last time it happened luckily she fell off and landed on grass, the only injuries that was done was to her dress.

Watching as she limped out of the bathroom he rushed over giving her his arm to lean on.

“I’m really sorry Bunny”

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I broke your bike”

“It’s not broken don’t worry”

During dinner Bucky asks Y/n if she had gotten a pony from Santa, shaking her head sadly she carried on eating.

“When I’m older I’ll buy you a pony” he promises smiling when she smiles up at him.

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Take A Fucking Hint

Steve Rogers x plus size reader

Steve is incredibly oblivious to the big hints that his girlfriend drops whenever they kiss and it takes his best friends knocking some sense into him for him to get it.

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, Steve is a naive baby, lots of kissing

WC: 1.5k

Minors DNI

Steve Rogers had his first kiss in 1931. It had been his 13th birthday and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember the girl’s name. But when the fireworks went off, she shyly asked him if he would like a kiss in lieu of a birthday gift. Her lips were chapped and tasted like the cotton candy she had just eaten, it was barely even a peck but Steve thought it was magical.

The next time Steve kissed someone was right above Howard Stark’s lab with an officer who yanked him into a corner, eager to have her way with him. The kiss was tinged with a lust he couldn’t comprehend. He didn’t hate it but he also didn’t like it, it felt wrong to him. A kiss should be an expression of love, he thought, not some desire for someone based only on their body.

Peggy Carter kissed him next. It was in the middle of a battle as they chased down a plane loaded with bombs. It was fuelled with adrenaline and desperation, like they knew they would never see each other again. 

Natasha Romanoff was his next kiss. She teased him relentlessly about it. It was sloppy and unpracticed and very weird considering he thought of the former assassin as a sister. Then, it was Peggy’s great niece Sharon.

But nothing compared to the way you kissed him. You kissed Steve like it was the only thing keeping you alive. You hadn’t been together long, just two months but it was more than enough time for him to fall utterly in love with you. You taught him how to love, how to ask for affection and attention.

But mainly, you taught him how to kiss. Quick pecks when you woke up, both of you still half asleep and with morning breath. Affectionate, have a good day kisses when you left for work. ‘I’m glad you’re alive’ kisses when he returned from missions. And finally, his favourite ones; the ‘I need to feel your body against mine right now’, when your tongues tangled, your breath mingled together as you tried to swallow each other whole, but those always ended as quickly as they started.

You were at the compound with him today, Tony needed your help with engineering a new AI system for the jet. “I don’t know when we’ll finish up tonight so how about you come steal me away for lunch today?” Your hands tugged on the labels of his leather jacket, pulling his body closer to your own. Steve smiled wildly as he looked down at you, so utterly enamoured by your presence.

“Now that is the best idea I’ve heard today.” His hands hovered over your wide hips, not yet touching you. He still struggled with PDA, especially when he was so conflicted as to whether he deserved your touch and wanted to throw you down and have his way with you constantly. Your arms moved up his strong chest to wrap around his neck.

Your eyes were hooded, heavy with desire that sent a shiver through him. “Well then Cap, how about you reward me for having such a good idea.” His lips met your with a practiced ease, a warm feeling filling his gut. Your lips felt like coming home, like a safe place where he could just be. He tilted his head, eager to deepen the kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your grip on him tightening as the air ignited with a white hot passion. “Hey suckerfish! Break it up! I need my assistant to actually be able to breathe without a geriatric man sucking on her face.” Steve groaned as you pulled away to glare at the billionaire. Tony stood several feet away with his arms crossed over his chest like a disappointed father.

“First off Stark, I am not your assistant. Second, I will kiss my insanely hot boyfriend whenever I want as is my right.” Steve chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before stepping back and giving you a gentle shove towards the lab doors.

You looked at him clearly offended. “I’ll find you for lunch. Try not to kill Tony.” 

“I’ll kill him if I wanna kill him.” You muttered but walked away anyway, the cutest frown on your face. He chuckled and turned as the doors slid closed behind you, and came face to face with a smug looking Bucky and a disgusted Sam.

“You two are nasty. Why don’t you just fuck at home before work like normal people.” Steve’s face went beat red at Sam’s comment. Bucky guffawed, shoving him with his shoulder.

“Don’t you know they haven’t done the deed yet. Apparently, they’re ‘taking it slow’. Which is just code for Steve has a girlfriend way out of his league and he doesn’t know how to handle it.” 

“Hey!” He objected. “That is our business, not yours. Besides, how do you know we haven’t.” Bucky rolled his eyes at his best friend’s childish retort.

He clapped a hand against Steve’s shoulder. “Oh you poor dumb man, it is incredibly obvious.” Sam joined him on his other side, taking his other shoulder.

“We have so much to teach you.” They guided him away from the lab, intending on educating their lost friend. 

——————

Steve felt like he was in sex ed again, except this was so much worse. They were in one of the many conference rooms on the compound, a white board had been dragged in from a storage room and was now covered in crude drawings that were borderline lewd.

“Now that we have the basics down, you need to understand the nuances of women’s hints.” Sam started but Steve sighed, resting his head in his hands.

“She would have told me if she wanted to have… sex. And she hasn’t so I haven’t gone any further than kissing.” Both men groaned in aggravation. They had been at this for an hour now, trying to get it into Steve’s head that you just wanted to get laid but he wasn’t listening.

“All right, look. What does she do every time you kiss?” The office chair creaked as Steve leaned back in it. His hand scrubbed down his jaw, running over the smooth skin.

“She always pulls me closer to her like she doesn’t want me running away and then puts her arms around my neck.” Bucky nodded thoughtfully, a slightly proud glint in his grey eyes.

“Just as I thought.” Sam muttered, taking a seat right in front of the Captain. “When a woman or whoever does that with the person they are kissing, it’s a signal for the other person to touch them.” Steve’s head tilted questioningly.

“But I do touch her.” 

“Yes but how?” Bucky picked up where Sam left off. “Just her hips?” Steve gave a curt nod. “Ok, next time she kisses you, hold her by the small of her back, or even better, one hand at the base of her neck and the other on her ass. Just trust me.” He patted Steve’s back and walked out of the room like he had just told him the meaning of like.

Sam scoffed but followed him out, yelling down the hall about how much of a drama queen he was being. Bucky retorted but Steve was too lost in his thoughts to consciously hear what they were saying to each other. Maybe he should try it.

——————

As usual with your ‘lunch breaks’ with Steve, he had dragged you into an empty office to make out for a while before you both had to get back to work. And as usual, your arms were around his neck, fingers buried in his short blonde hair as he lightly gripped your hips.

You could live in Steve’s lips. They were always so soft, like he was constantly using chapstick. He tasted like coffee and jam pastries. You let him guide your chin upwards so he could kiss along your soft jaw. But then, he did something new.

His hands moved slowly to the base of your spine, his warm touch making goosebumps erupt all over your body. You moaned quietly into the still air of the office, the sound barely covered by the hum of the air conditioner. 

Apparently the noises you were making gave him an ego boost because suddenly he was holding the back of your neck tightly, keeping your head still as he took what he wanted from you. “Steve!” You gasped and felt him smirk against the skin of your throat. His other hand was placed firmly on your plump ass, something he never dared to try.

Your body thrummed with an arousal you had never felt before. This was an entirely new Steve and you were loving it. “What’s gotten into you, Stevie?” You asked breathlessly. His head lifted from where he had been nibbling on your collarbone, his blue eyes black with desire.

“I learned how to take a hint.” Safe to say that lunch went well into the night.

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Life is better with music

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | Music is something that has always been rooted deep into both your and Tony's families. From playing instruments since you were little to sing to your heart's content, it always brought you together. Now that you have your own family with your wonderful husband, you cannot wait to teach the same values to your own children, too.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Munchkins, Babygirl)

A/N | Is this one of the cutest, most sweet things I have ever written for this AU? Probably, yes. I love this family so much, and they have a special place in my heart, so I can't wait to expand on their love story! This is proofread by my biggest supporter and the person I cherish daily, @ccbsrmsf1. Your support for this au keeps me going, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for our favorite family! I love you, and thank you for everything 💜

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The first time Tony discovered your musical side caught him off guard. Not in a wrong way, but in a way that made him only love you more and more, which seemed impossible at the time.

"We'll just go to the store, Sunshine. Are you okay to stay home with the Munchkins for a while? You deserve the rest," Tony says as you're sitting on his lap, all of you just finished eating breakfast together. You nod before giving him a soft peck on the lips and getting up, and you need some baby love.

"Of course, My Love," you tell him before picking up little Hudson and holding him close to you; he was getting a little fussy during breakfast, so you put him in the baby carrier. Orion was somewhere between the land of the living and sleeping some more, so you decide to let her be.

"I love you so much, you know that? I'm so lucky to have you in my life and to have these wonderful twins with you. Honestly, they are the cherry on top," Tony whispers to you as he stands behind you, Hudson strapped comfortably on your belly. A broad smile spreads as you lean into your boyfriend's hold, melting into his warmth.

"You should go now. Otherwise, you will never get those groceries," you joke, and with one last kiss, Tony, Howard, and Maria go out the door, ready to do a big grocery haul for the barbecue they'll be hosting for friends and family.

"Shall we get some cleaning done while your Sister is asleep?" you ask Hudson, who has also managed to fall asleep, and you chuckle softly. He's always a quick sleeper when you're carrying him. The dishes are done quickly, and you decide to clean the kitchen, too, now that you have the time.

Once everything is finished, you realize you have some time left before everyone returns, so you sit at the piano that stands proudly in the living room. Hudson and Orion are sharing a play mat. They're happily kicking their feet and making cute noises as if they are talking in their unique language.

Your fingers glide over the keys effortlessly, playing some songs that come to mind before deciding to sing, as you quickly discover your twins enjoy it when you do that. You play the opening notes of ''Make You Feel My Love" by Adele, but as you're singing along, you don't notice Tony, Howard, and Maria returning from their shopping trip.

As soon as Tony sets foot in the house, he hears the piano going, in combination with your beautiful singing voice, and instead of walking to the kitchen, he follows your voice. Standing in the doorway with the groceries still in hand, he listens to you, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he takes in the sight before him.

He didn't know you had a musical side, but discovering you could play piano and sing was something he would never forget. When he looks from you to Hudson and Orion on the play mat, his heart skips a beat, and he feels like he could burst into flames with how much he loves all three of you.

You finally look up when the song ends, only to meet Tony's tear-filled eyes.

"How did I not know you have such a beautiful singing voice, Sunshine? And the fact that you play piano too makes you even more special," Tony tells you as he walks over, the groceries he held earlier long forgotten. He sits down by the piano before capturing your lips with a gentle, love-filled kiss, and you have rarely felt this loved by him.

"I don't know; I often sing for our Munchkins, so how you didn't know is a surprise to me as well!" you joke, and after that, the two of you play the piano together for a while. Howard and Maria decide to let you two be as they're putting everything away. However, their hearts are overflowing with the love clearly visible between you two.

"They're made for each other," Maria tells Howard as they're now standing in the doorway, and Howard agrees.

"They found their soulmate, just like you and me. And they deserve everything this world has to offer them," Howard whispers before grabbing his phone and filming the two of you playing piano, laughing loudly, and having a carefree moment. You couldn't be happier than you are now, and it is still one of your most cherished memories.

Now, you like to take the chance to gather together around the piano and sing for some quality time with everyone. Now that Hudson and Orion are teenagers and Paxton is learning to walk, life seems to fly too fast. But that will never stop you, Tony, Howard, and Maria from gathering together and making music.

"How about we all come together by the piano and sing something? Maybe Tony and Hudson can play guitar, Orion and myself can sing, and Maria can play the piano," you offer, now that Howard has gone to nap after getting caught in a bad migraine flare-up.

Over the years, Hudson has learned to play the guitar from Tony, and Orion can play piano and sing beautifully, so you're curious as to what Paxton will enjoy when he grows up.

"I just need to grab my guitar," Hudson says before going to his room and grabbing it while you and Tony arrange everything around the piano, ready to sing and play music.

"C'mere, little troublemaker! We don't want you going anywhere now that we can't run after you!" Tony says to Paxton, who is already crawling in the opposite direction, and you can't stop laughing at the sight. Your husband running after your toddler, who is surprisingly fast, has you laughing so hard your stomach hurts, yet you can never get enough.

"There we go! You can cuddle with Mommy after I make you a milk bottle; how does that sound?" Tony asks Paxton, and he babbles something in response you can't quite make out. While he's gone to the kitchen with his youngest, Hudson returned with his guitar, getting ready to play.

Not long after, Paxton is on your lap, Orion on your right side, Hudson on your left with Tony beside him, and Maria behind the piano.

"Alright, I'm going to play something, and as soon as you figure out what it is, you can sing and play along!" Maria says enthusiastically, and not long after, the first notes drift through the room. Hudson is the first to play along with his guitar, quickly followed by Tony. Orion is the first to sing along, and you listen for a moment before joining in.

The combination of your voices and different instruments makes Paxton fall asleep in your arms as he drinks. He takes after his older siblings, as they always did the same; the music seemed to lull them to sleep when they were babies.

"Mommy, Daddy? Can you two play and sing together for us?" Orion asks as she looks at both of you, and you give Tony a look of 'why not'?

"Of course, we can, Babygirl," you tell her, and before you even have to say a single word to him, he starts the first chords for 'Make You Feel My Love' by Adele, which has, over the years, become your song. It's one of the songs you danced to during the evening you got together, the night Tony proposed, and your wedding. It has a special place in your heart, and you will happily sing it daily.

As soon as the first words leave your lips, you can feel a few tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, but you're determined to get through it without crying, even if it's just this once. Every memory comes flooding back for you both, and as soon as you hit the higher notes, Tony can feel goosebumps appearing on his arms.

Once the last notes float away in the air, you finally wipe away the tears that escaped. You look at Tony with so much love and appreciation, and there's nothing you wouldn't do to make him feel your love.

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[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow: Chapter One

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I hadn’t expected to wake up this way, bloody and bruised, deep in enemy territory. I was the princess of the Avengers gang. Protected. Safe. Though that all seemed a distant memory now. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from my mind as I took in the room around me. The last thing I remembered was a pair of hands lifting me off the forest floor and a deep voice telling me everything would be okay.

“Tony Stark’s perfect little sister,” a deep voice chuckled, the same voice from the woods.

My eyes widened as they fell on the owner of the voice. Loki Laufeyson.

“You’re a long way from home, little one.”

My heart was racing as I struggled to sit up. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you the same question, darling. Tell me,” he began, taking a seat next to me, spreading his legs slightly, before crossing his arms over his chest and continuing. “How did the Avenger’s little princess end up here?”

“That’s none of your business,” I spat, my eyes closing tight at the memories flashing through my mind.

“Oooh,” he chuckled darkly. “Seems there’s a story there, little princess. So, tell me… how did you end up in my territory looking like that?” He gestured to the cuts along my skin and I looked away from him.

“Why do you care, Laufeyson?” I hissed, turning to face him.

“Oh, I don’t, little one… but when I send word to your little Avenger friends that I have you here… I think they’ll want to know how this pretty little canvas got all marked up… and I’m afraid I can’t take credit for it.”

“Why not?” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “It was your men that did this.”

“Darling, my men answer to me and I’m not foolish enough to attack the Avenger’s little princess. There lies no gain for me in that.”

“Then why am I still here?”

“It’s as I said, darling. There’s no gain for me in attacking you but seeing as I found you… well, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch your brother squirm.” His sickening smirk sent a chill running down my spine.

This time it was my turn to smirk. “It seems I’ve found a flaw in your plan, Mr. Laufeyson. My brother cares about the Avengers far more than his little sister. He made that clear.”

He leaned forward, pressing his forearms against his thighs. “Oh? Then perhaps you might be useful in other ways.”

“Go to hell.”

“Now, now, darling,” he said, placing a hand over his heart as he feigned hurt. “You truly think so little of me that I would request that of a lady such as yourself?”

“I know your reputation, Laufeyson, and I want no part of it.”

He slowly stood up, leaning over the bed. “You know nothing about me. You’ve lived a perfect little life, princess. You know nothing about the struggles of the real world.” HIs face was inches from mine, his lips slightly parted as his warm breath ghosted my face.

I chuckled. “It appears you are the one who knows nothing. I may be Tony Stark’s little sister,” I hissed, mocking his tone of voice. “But my brother cares nothing for what happens to me and as for my perfect little life… you know nothing.”

He stepped back, his brow furrowing in confusion as he regarded me curiously. “Don’t I?”

He chuckled darkly before continuing. “Y/n Stark. Born to Howard and Maria Stark. Never sent on dangerous missions and always the face of the Avengers. Pretty and perfect.”

“You think I'm pretty?” I asked him, my voice dripping with mockery.

He rolled his eyes and moved away from me, running a hand across his face. “What am I supposed to do with you, hm?”

“Let me go,” I tried, as I stood from the bed, staring him down.

He chuckled darkly. “Darling, what would be the fun in that?”

“There’s nothing to gain from keeping me here!” I spat. “My brother will never give you what you want.”

He stood up once again, towering over me as he leaned in close. “Darling, you have no idea what it is that I want.”

“Power… money,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.

He chuckled darkly. “A chance to make your brother squirm, little one… to make him understand what it is to feel helpless.”

“And how would you do that?”

He moved closer, his lips brushing my ear. “By forming an alliance with his little sister.” His hand slowly slid down my back, stopping just a few inches above my hip.

“I have a need for revenge… just as you do, little mouse. I think we could work together.”

“I don’t have a need for revenge,” I hissed which only made his smile grow wider.

“No? I think you do, little one. After all… you’re here with me and your brother hasn’t come for you.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, setting my jaw as I stared him down.

“Feisty, little one.” He sighed, trying again. “I’m simply suggesting an alliance… a false relationship, if you will.”

My eyes widened. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” I scoffed. “Can’t get a girl of your own?”

His eyes flashed with anger and he pushed me against the wall. “I can get whatever I want,” he growled, wrapping a hand around my throat. “I simply have no interest in sentiment. I am not suggesting a love match, pet,” he chuckled darkly. “I am merely suggesting an alliance… and perhaps, if you are agreeable,” he smirked. “...a pleasurable alliance.”

“That will never happen.” I pushed him away from me and he nodded.

“I would never do anything you didn’t explicitly request of me. Despite everything… I do consider myself a gentleman.”

I scoffed. “You’re no gentleman.”

He chuckled, slowly moving closer. “If I wasn’t a gentleman I would’ve bent you over my desk, filmed myself fucking the brat out of you, and sent the video to your brother.”

I swallowed thickly and he chuckled.

“I think you’d like that, little one.”

I rolled my eyes and he laughed once again. “Well, little one. What do you say to our little deal? I’ll keep you safe and ensure this never happens to you again.” He gestured to the fresh bruises on my skin. “And in return you’ll help me irk your brother while also getting some delicious revenge of your own.”

“What makes you think I need your protection?”

“Darling, do you really want me to answer that?”

Cocky bastard.

He moved his lips to my neck. “Your brother left you to die in my territory, little one. Now’s your chance to get him back.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my collarbone and I carefully pushed him away.

“That can’t possibly be all you want,” I hissed. “What’s your play here? What do you get out of this?”

“My reasons are my own, little pet. You can simply rest assured one of those motives is to irritate your brother.”

I rolled my eyes and he said nothing more, simply waiting for my answer.

“You’ve got a deal, Laufeyson.”

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Brother’s keeper (Arc 3) - Prologue

Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.

Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader

Warnings: mentions of marriage, feisty/bratty reader, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, enemies to ?

This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

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“Father, I’ve got no time for this nonsense.” Tony waves his father’s concern off. “I can find a bride after we solve the problem with the satellite communications system. I’m so close. I cannot get distracted by a woman now.”

“Oh, that must be a first,” Howard retorts. He smirks as his son finally looks up from his working desk. “You love having beautiful women around you all the time, son. If you want to become the king and lead this revolution, you must choose a bride.”

“They are all so…dull,” sighing deeply Tony puts the broken device he tried to repair aside. “Pepper was nice, but she preferred marrying a man not having his head in the clouds.”

Howard furrows his brows.

“Her words, not mine, father. I thought we had something in common but all she was talking about was babies, dresses, and the latest gossip. She was, like every other woman, dull after I got to know her better.”

“You get bored easily, son. I invited a few princesses and duchesses for the next month. If you don’t choose a bride until then, one of them will become the next queen.”

“FATHER!” Tony flings a screwdriver across the room. “You cannot force me into marriage!”

“I can and will,” Howard raises his voice. “Now, focus on the device. We will need it to defeat our enemies and change this world for the better…”

“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath. Your brother forced you to join him at one of King Stark’s dinner parties.

It’s not that you do not enjoy your brother’s company, but you hate the prince with passion. He gets under your skin every time you are around him. Tony Stark is the worst man alive, you’re sure about it.

“Prince Tony,” your brother has to call for your nemesis. Of course, he couldn’t resist riling you up. “How have you been?���

“Splendid,” Tony shakes your brother’s hand while ignoring your existence. He’s always like this around you. It’s like he hates you for no reason.

“Wonderful. Maybe you can show my sister around. She’s a little shy when there are too many people around.”

“Y/B/N!” You tut. “I think Prince Tony has better things to do. Like finding a new victim to bore to death.” You smirk darkly. “Please don’t let me keep you from finding another woman to spend your night with.”

“Y/N,” your brother sighs deeply when you storm off. “Please excuse my sister. She’s a little…”

“I don’t mind,” Tony’s eyes darken watching you walk away to talk to other guests. “One day someone will tame your angry sister. I bet she’s got claws too…”

“Found you, little Colibri,” You roll your eyes when the one and only Tony Stark steps behind you. He places his hand on the small of your back, fingertips digging into your skin. “Where have you been all night?”

“I tried to avoid you, Stark,” you quip. “Why are you not charming your way into one of the ladies’ beds?”

“Nah, I rather annoy you a little,” he laughs when you shake his hand off. “Why are you so cold to me, Colibri? I’m only ever nice to you.” Tony whispers in your ear. “I could be even better to you.”

“Not if you were the last guy on earth, darling,” you sneer. Tony Stark won’t get anywhere near you if you can avoid it. “Leave me alone, Stark.”

“My father wants me to find a bride.” He stands behind you to place his hands on your hips, squeezing you lightly. “I think I found her.” Tony purrs in your ear. “You’re going to challenge me and fight me all the time. That’s exactly what I want. Someone who doesn’t bore me to death.”

“You won’t get me. Hands off,” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but Tony slings his arms around your waistline.

“I think you don’t understand how stubborn I can be,” he growls in your ear. “I want you to become my wife, and I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”

“Over my dead body.”

“How about over your brother's dead body, huh? Did you honestly believe no one would find out he’s a second son, not the firstborn?”

Your head starts spinning and you struggle to breathe right. How can he know? No one knows about your secret. You choke out the word and fight the tears. “Bullshit.”

“No one will ever find out, though. I’ll keep it a secret, Colibri. Just say yes to me, and I’ll be the best husband you can imagine. Your brother will become king, and you a queen.”

“How do I know that you’ll keep your word?” you question. All you have in mind is to keep your brother safe. Just like you did for all his life.

“You have to trust me in this, Y/N. Say yes.” Tony presses a kiss to your neck. “Please say yes.”

A heartbeat passes, and another. “I won’t be an obedient wife or play your breeder. If you force my hand, you’ll get what you see.”

“I can live with that.”

Tony closes his eyes. He hates himself for lying to you, and pretending he would ever hurt your brother.

If he wants to keep you safe and make sure your brother won’t marry you off to someone else to become king faster, he must play the villain…

>> Part 1

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Older Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Previous chapter....

As they went to get up they could hear the doorbell and the dogs barking. Y/N gave him a kiss before they headed for the front door to see who was there.

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Warnings: swearing, a little angst

By the time Y/N made it to the living room Dawn and the puppies were already at the door and John was practically climbing the walls to get away from them.

"Dammit Dawn get your nasty fighting dogs away from me and tell me where the fuck my wife is." He squealed.

Dawn snapped at him "They aren't fighting dogs, don't be such a pussy."

John was ready to snap back at her until he looked up to see Y/N and Bucky entering the living room.

He scowled at Bucky "Why is this asshole here? God dammit Y/N I told you to stay away from him and Barnes you need to leave. Like now."

Bucky put his arm around Y/N's shoulders and smirked at John "Make me."

She leaned into him, smiling sweetly at John.

Johns face grew red with anger, he sputtered "B bbut I I I'm head of this damn family and you dumb bitches are gonna listen to me." Pointing at Dawn and then Y/N.

John jumped when he heard Bucky growl and looked at the super soldier whose hands were clenched, muscles flexing and prosthetic whirring.

"I think you need to apologize to my girl and Dawn, your sisters are neither dumb or bitches."

He gave John his worst Winter Soldier stare.

Y/N could barely keep from moaning at Bucky's display and had to restrain herself from climbing him like a tree. Damn he's sexy when he's angry (fine he's sexy all the time but something about a person standing up for their person does something for me). She felt her panties dampen then her face heated up when Bucky's nose flared scenting her and he growled deep in his chest.

John whimpered and swallowed "Look Barnes, I don't want to fight with you but she's my sister and-"

A figure came down the stairs "JOHN!", making him jump. When he turned to look he saw Olivia at the foot of the stairs. He tried to take control.

"Olivia! What the Hell are you doing here? We landed a little while ago and I went home to a cold and empty house. You should have-"

Olivia shook her head "I'm so fucking tired of your lies and abuse John. Tell me, who is Sharon Carter?"

John paled before he caught himself and rolled his eyes "Don't be stupid Olivia. She's just another agent. Her aunt Peggy Carter founded SHIELD with Howard Stark."

Olivia's eyes narrowed "were you sleeping with her?"

John shook his head a little too quickly "No, we're just co-workers that's all."

Olivia sighed "Sargent Barnes said you were sleeping with her."

John flashed a glare at Bucky "Why were you telling my wife lies? You're the one who was fucking Sharon, she has the pics to prove it."

Bucky chuckled "I didn't tell your wife anything, she overheard me talking to Y/N LAST NIGHT after we landed. I came straight here. What took you so long?"

John sputtered "B b bbut I had to debrief. Then I went home to a dark, empty house and I've been looking all over the place for my wife." he crossed his arms over his chest "I even called my in-laws and they didn't know anything."

Olivia raised an eyebrow skeptically "You called my parents?"

John nodded quickly

She scoffed "And they didn't know where I was? Bullshit! Why didn't you call me?"

John chuckled nervously "I did call you, I mean of course I did but it just went to voicemail."

Olivia hummed and reached into her pocket. "You sure you called me? Because I don't see any calls from you anytime recently. Sounds like more bullshit."

John tried again to take control of the conversation "Must be something wrong with your phone. Why don't we just go home and talk about it?"

Olivia shook her head "We're about to have brunch, I'll be home later."

John felt his temper rising "No Olivia" he spoke to her like she was a child, trying to put his foot down. "We are going home. Now. So get your shit and lets go."

Olivia looked at Dawn and Y/N nervously, they both nodded, giving her confidence "No John. You haven't cared where I was for months, leaving me alone without any contact while you were off fucking someone else so feel free to go home but I'm staying."

"NO! Olivia that's enough. I won't have my wife using that kind of language or defying me like that. Now lets go!" He moved towards her until Loki and Thor got in between them, growling.

He looked to his sister's "Would you call your dogs off? My wife and I are leaving."

Dawn laughed "Sorry Johnny, it's time for brunch. You're welcome to stay if you can be nice."

They headed for the dining room while John stood alone in the middle of the living room wondering when he had lost control. Eventually he went to eat but just sat at the table with his arms crossed throwing nasty looks at everyone else.

After brunch was eaten and the kitchen cleaned up Y/N and Bucky disappeared to her room, to take a shower and get cleaned up before Jessie showed up for dinner.

At 4pm the doorbell rang, then Jessie let herself in. The dogs were the first ones there to greet her and started barking and playing when they saw she had her dog, Luna, with her. All three of them caught the zoomies and raced around the house.

Y/N came to the entry to greet her daughter, with Bucky trailing behind.

After hugging her mother Jessie smiled and offered her hand to Bucky "You must be the infamous Sargent Barnes that I've heard so much about."

Bucky grinned shyly "Please call me Bucky. Your mom has told me a lot about you as well. I feel like I know you."

Jessie smirked "She didn't show you any of my baby pictures did she? It's a bad habit of hers."

Bucky chuckled "No, we haven't gotten to the important going thru photo albums stage yet. I don't have any so I can probably find a way to convince her to skate past that one."

Jessie grinned "You have my tentative approval since you have a sense of humor but I'll be honest, anyone who makes my mom smile like that is alright in my book."

Bucky exaggeratedly wiped his forehead "Whew! I was sweating on that one. I doubt your brother will offer the same grace."

Jessie rolled her eyes at the thought of her brother "Mikey isn't a complete tool but he's kind of a dumbass sometimes. He'll come around eventually."

Y/N made margaritas for everyone while her enchiladas were in the oven and they sat in the living room chatting and listening to music.

Shortly after 5pm the doorbell rang again and the dogs went crazy. Y/N was checking on dinner while Jessie made a salad so Bucky answered the door to a tall, slender young man who had Y/N's smile until he saw who opened the door and scowled at Bucky.

Bucky grinned while offering Michael his hand to shake. Michael grimaced but shook Bucky's hand. "You must be Michael, I'm Bucky, pleased to meet you."

Michael scoffed "I know who you are. Is that stupid sounding nickname supposed to make people forget you're the Winter Soldier?"

Bucky chuckled "No, it's been my nickname since I was a kid, based on my middle name Buchanan. Do you prefer to go by Michael or Mike?"

Michael shook his head "I'd prefer you didn't address me at all. Don't you have some important save slash terrorize the world mission to run off to?"

Bucky couldn't help but laugh out loud "No, I got back from that last night and came straight over to see your mom." Bucky gestured towards the pitcher "Do you want some margaritas?"

Michael sneered "I don't need your fake hospitality in the house I grew up in. I need to talk to my sister." and stormed out of the room. Bucky followed behind him but was much more relaxed and moved more slowly.

Y/N heard footsteps and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see Bucky but was surprised to see her son. She finished sprinkling cheese on top of the enchiladas and put them back into the oven then set the timer for 15 minutes before turning around to look at her son. She looked him over and raised her brow in question, noting the angry look on his face "Michael. Long time no see." leaning back against the counter she crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "What brings you here tonight?"

Michael rolled his eyes at her "What? Am I not invited for Sunday dinner anymore?" he pointed at Bucky "He's not even family but he was in our living room playing hostess."

Y/N shook her head "You know you're always invited here, any day of the week, any time of the day but it's been months since you even answered a text from me."

He spat at her "I was hoping you would come to your senses but he's here so apparently not."

Y/N felt her shoulders tense "I'm not the one whose taken leave of my senses. If you can't treat me and my guest with respect you can turn around and leave."

John came out from Jessie's bedroom, where he had been arguing with Olivia all afternoon, to see what the dogs were making noise about. Olivia trailed behind him with an annoyed look on her face.

"Barnes! Why are you still here, I thought I told you to leave?"

He went to shake Michael's hand "Sorry kid, your mom still isn't listening to me. He'll get bored and toss her aside before long."

Bucky smirked at both of them and went to put his arm around her "Not a chance. You're stuck with me unless Y/N decides otherwise."

Y/N smiled and leaned into him before giving her brother and her son an angry glare "Johnny you get the same rule Michael does, treat me and my guest with respect or go eat somewhere else."

Olivia was tired of John trying to order everyone around "You need to stop trying to control everyone John, you aren't in the Army anymore. I'm staying for dinner, what you do is your problem."

John was ready to lose it and stormed out of the house only to pace the sidewalk in front, expecting Olivia to come after him but she didn't.

Michael made a face that looked like a rotten fish was being held under his nose but kept his mouth shut as his sat next to his sister, across from Bucky. Even when everyone else was talking and eating he ate silently, the look never changing.

Jessie finally got fed up with her brothers attitude and asked him a direct question about the show he was working on but he just gave her a dirty look and kept eating. She elbowed him in the ribs until he shouted.

"What is your deal, Jessie? I'm trying to eat and don't feel like talking."

Jessie rolled her eyes "You're sulking like a big baby who didn't get their way. Bucky is a good guy who went through some awful shit and he makes mom happier than I've seen her since dad died. Stop being a punk."

Bucky felt his chest warm up at this young woman he just met sticking up for him. And the idea that he makes Y/N happy.

He reached for her hand and pulled it to his mouth where he kissed her "That's all I want to do with the rest of my life, doll, make you happy."

Y/N felt her face heat up, he made her feel like a teenager again, the nervous excitement of new love, and leaned over to kiss him.

The rest of the meal was less tense but Michael still didn't talk much. Jessie did catch him laughing during one of Bucky's stories about pre-serum Steve Rogers but his smile dropped as soon as he caught her eye and the grin on her face.

By the time they had dessert he was smiling more and arguing with himself about reconsidering his opinion of Bucky.

They were cleaning up when the doorbell rang again, Dawn looked at Y/N who shrugged "I'm not expecting anyone" and kept the dogs back.

Dawn opened the door to a petite, well dressed, dark haired woman who stared at her for a moment "You must be the sister, Dawn right?"

Dawn nodded "and you?"

The woman sighed "I'm Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine but you can call me Val. I'm told your entire family is here tonight and I need a word."

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Time In A Bottle(young!Howard Stark X reader)

Paring: young!Howard X Carter!Reader

Summary: after a time machine going wrong a few faces from the past get knocked into our century.

A/N: this is an old story of mine that I posted on Wattpad a while back. It's not edited but I hope you all enjoy.

"can't believe how long it's been since you've been in the ice" I mumbled looking through a magazine that was just published. It was full of articles and pictures of Steve, my aunt peggie, and Howard Stark. I kept flipping through when I stopped on a picture of my aunt.

"you know you kinda look like her" Steve said standing behind the stool I was sitting on and looked over my shoulder looking at the picture of Peggy. I smiled and nodded. I was proud to be a Carter and I didn't hide it like my sister Sharon did. Before I could say anything else there was a loud crash coming for the lab. "what the hell was that?" I asked Tony who was sitting on the couch with pepper.

"you didn't leave anything on did you?" pepper asked. "it's probably just Bruce" Tony mumbled and got up.

"no because Bruce and natasha went on vacation... Remember?" tony stopped in his tracks and looked guilty. He knew exactly what he did he just wasn't ready to admit to what he did. "I'll be back" he said running towards the lab.

"miss. Carter, Mr stark has requested your assistance in the lab" I hear Friday call out from the speakers of the lab. I sighed and threw the magazine onto the coffee table and walked towards the lab. "Tony way do I always have to save your ass" I asked walking into the lab.

When I looked up I saw a treo of people serounding the time machine we've been working on for months. "who's your friends?" I asked crossing my arms. Tony tried to talk but I ignored him looking at three people. One that I recognized made my heart skip a beat.

"aunt Peggy?" I mumbled. She didn't hear me which I was thankful for. No need to add more to the confusion.

"how did you guys get here?" I asked my question was competly ignored and my aunt Peggy started to attack a man who looked like Tony. "Howard you buffoon I told you to not mess with that damed robot again"

"time machine!" Howard correct. "it's a time machine and it obviously worked so I'm a genius" he said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest with pride. Now we know where tony gets his ego. "what year is it miss?" the third one asked. He sounded like Jarvis just more human.

"2022" I said crossing my arms. As the three conversed with Tony and I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on me I looked over and noticed Howard staring at me. Howard was pretty handsome in his younger years. He looked at lot like Tony but maybe a bit taller. They both seemed to have the same attitude and the same eyes and hair.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioning him. He simply winked and tried to get his two since in the conversation. After a few minutes of arguing we finally came to agreement.

"okay so they'll stay here In till we can figure out how to send them back home" I said walking to the time machine. It looked burnt to the crisp and refused to turn one. I sighed as I picked up a piece that fell off and sat on top of the waist of space.

"(y/n) why don't you show our guests around and show them where the extra rooms are" Tony said before I could escorts them to their destinations Peggy chimed in. "that won't be necessary" she said to me. "I think I can find my way around" she left the lab and literally walked the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at the woman I shared blood with. "she's going the wrong way isn't she?" Howard asked clearly reading my expressions right.

"yup" I said turning to him. He flashed me a smirk and looked me up and down. "if the offer of a tour of our new living facilities are still open I would love if you'd show me around" I rolled my eyes at him. He was definitely cocky and very brave you could also tell him and Tony are related. I scoffed "fine" I then started to walk down the hallway as Howard tried to catch up with me.

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I tossed and turned in my bed. Once comfy bed felt like a brick and the room felt like a hundred degrees. Millions of things ran through my head. From the simplest things to more hectic things. My first thoughts were on my aunt and how hard it felt to tell her I was her blood or the fact me and Tony couldn't figure out how to send her back to the right time period.

It also felt wired that I couldn't get Howard out of my head. The man was indeed a charming man much like his son. He also held the same ego and sarcasm but he seemed to know when to hide it unlike Tony.

The man wouldn't leave me alone the rest of the day. He would follow me around the compound like a lost puppy or try to 'help' me in the lab. On the contrary I don't need help in my lab and I felt that he needed to know I don't need a man to help me get my job done. That's why I own my own lab because dispit Tony being my best friend it was always hard to do a job with out him breathing down my neck.

I sighed giving up on sleep and left my room. I quietly walked down the hallway trying not to wake anyone and headed into the kitchen for some tea and maybe a snack. I sighed rumgimg through the cabinets in the dim almost dark room.

"can't sleep either?" I voice said making me jump. I quickly turned around and saw Howard setting at the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked just as tired as I felt. His brown hair slightly wet from a shower but in some strainds of hair were fluffy and Stubele peppered his jaw. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans that Tony possibly gave him. Above all he was handsome I wasn't denying that but in the end I would have to stop myself from getting close to him. For his, mine, and especially Tony's sake.

"no I can't sleep too much on my mind" I sighed setting a crossed from him. He simply smirked and shook his head. "this hole thing is a mystery to me too. I think this is an amazing experience but then I want to get Peggy and Jarvis home where they belong"

"if ony Bruce was home, he's just as smart as you and Tony"

"your pretty intelligent yourself doll" he responded. His brown eyes looked at me and he smirked making me blush.

"me and Tony will try to get you home" I said. "I mean no rush... This time period can't be that bad could it?" he asked.

I titled my head to the side and my straight face broke to a smile. "are you kidding? I would love to live in the 40s"

"why?" he asked with a chuckle. "I Love the history, the music, the cars are my favorite" I smiled.

"you like cars?" he smirked like he was surprised. I slightly nodded and He looked amused.

"what was Steve like back then? I mean before the serum?" I asked breaking the silence.

"much like he is now I'm guessing. I didn't really know him much before he took the serum" he said drinking the last of his coffee. As we fell into comfortable silence I started to feel my eyes get heavy. I rested my elbow on the tabe and my head was supported by my  fist. "you look tired.. You should go back to bed..we gotta lot of work to do tomorrow" Howard smiled at me. I only nodded and stood up from the counter. I smiled and padded his shoulder. "get some sleep too Stark" he only nodded.

"good night doll" he called out as I left the room.

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The next morning I woke up before anyone else. It was pretty quiet which in my opinion was good. That ment Tony was getting the right amount of sleep he deserves and hopefully the rest of the team was doing the same.

I really didn't feel like working on the time machine before Tony and Howard got up so I just went down to the grauge where all the cars we owned sat. All of them were different in size in color. To Scott's rust bucket of a van to clint and Steve's motorcycles. I like to think my baby out shined them all. My car is back 1967 chivy impala. I worked hard to keep in shape and always made sure I ran to perfection.

I smiled at the black automobile and turned on my CD player. The silver machine flashed one and played Elvis Presley on a low volume. Tony and Clint always called me old school. I didn't use Bluetooth speakers to listen to music and I never saw the reason to by modern cars. I hated New music and new anything. I'm a old soul as steve would say. I loved old movies like Alfred Hitchcock movies or Friday the 13th. I refused to listen to any new music which annoyed Wanda and Peter in some ways.

I digged out the tools I needed and started tinkering under the hood. Things were going through smoothly in till I felt one bolt that wouldn't loosen. I grunted getting aritated and started to pull harder while cussing under my breath.

I then herd the door open and close. I ignored it and continued to work. So after the noises disappeared I felt someone come up behind me. The figure the bigger than mine and I felt his arms reach and grabbed the rinch I had. When I felt his chest against my back I quickly elbowed him. "hay doll I'm only trying to help" it was howard. I rolled my eyes and moved away from the car. "thanks but I got it" I said crossing my arms.

As I turned back around and finished my work on the engine. As I had my back to him I heard him snort and let out a sigh. I quickly wiped around and crossed my arms and Clinched the wrinch I had. "what?"

"nothing" he smiled and moved closer. I stepped back and leaned on my car. "your different from anyone I've ever met"

"oh?" I said not really amused but wanting to know what he meant. "you don't fall at my feet and you stand your ground" he explained. "your kind to me with out trying to be a flert and I really admire how smart you are"

"well... Thanks I think" I slightly blushed and turned back around before he could see. When I leaned over into the car under the hood I saw him move over to the side of the car in the corner of my eye. I sighed as he watched me closely as I worked.

When I went back to the bolt I was struggling with I pushed down as hard as I could and got it lose. But when I did I smashed my had making me hiss and pull back. I grumbled and shook my hand to hit rid of the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut not seeing Howard come up and grabbed my jammed hand in his hand. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at my hand and rubbing where it hurt. "what are you doing?" I asked stepping back slowly.

"it's bruised let me see" he said taking my hand back and examining my thumb and palm. "im fine really" his chocolate eyes looked up at me making my heart race. My cheeks faded into a pink color and this time he saw it.

"I'm making you nervous, aren't I doll?" he asked kissing my knuckles then Releasing my hand. "n-no you don't" I said trying to stand my ground. I quickly turned around to my car and shut the hood. As soon as the hood shut with a thud I felt him behind me.

"so now your being shy around me?" he asked and kissed my cheek then my jaw. "what happened to your little attitude?" I sighed and turned around facing him. One of his hands fell to my hip and his other went under my chin lifting it up so we made eye contact. "we should see if Tony's up" I whispered.

He leaned in closer brushing his nose to mine. "he's not up yet" his brown eyes stared into my soul as his free hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "can I kiss you?"

His question surprised me. I wanted to say yes but when I stared into his brown eyes all I saw was tony. What would he think or react to his best friend kissing a young version of his father. He would always tell me how much he hated Howard and I was always Tony's shoulder to cry on and was always there to listen when he needed to rant about his father.

"I can't" I whispered as I placed my hands on his chest as a single tear left the corner of my eye. "we- I cant do this to tony" he looked at me with hurt and confusion glossing over his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to over step-" he started but I cut him off.

"I'm sorry... It's not you" I shook my head and left his arms. "I should get to work Tony's probably waiting" I said leaving him alone in the garage.

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"sorry about intrupting your vacation Bruce" I said crossing my arms and looking at him through the screen. "we wouldn't have called you unless it wasn't important" I said.

"don't worry about, sorry I cant be there to help" he responds. "no, you and natasha deserve to get away"

"wait I've got a quick question" Scott said behind me. "what?" me and Bruce said at the same time.

"so if Howard doesn't get back to his normal time period doesn't that mess up Tony's chance of being born?"

"no not necessarily" I said hoping up on my desk and flipping through my notebook of notes we've taken the last month.

"most likely when Howard and Peggy went into the future they made a different time line" Tony chimed in.

"wait, what do you mean?" Peggy asked crossing her arms. I looked over to my aunt and Howard. Howard avoided looking at me which made me upset but that was the least of my problems.

"okay like 5 or so years ago a member of the X-men had to trave into the future to fix something. Now when he did he made two different time lines. The one he was originally from the a different one...kinda like an alternate reality" I explained. "now if Tony's right you being here won't affect the past."

"so ignore everything you learned from back to the future Scott" Bruce committed through my computer.

"what if we don't want to go back?" Howard spoke up. Peggy whipped her head around and glared at him. "and take the chance of messing up the future? Messing up the chance of your son being born?" he said kinda shouting at him.

"aunt Peggy" I started she turned around and looked at me without any of the aggretion she gave Howard. "if you trave to the past or the future, that becomes your future/past and the your  future becomes the present. Which now can't be changed by your new future"

"so we could stay here if we wanted?" she asked looking at Steve. He was in the back of the lab trying to stay out of the way. "it's a risk to take, but most likely yes" Tony responded.

"we need to look more into it before you guys make any decisions" I said looking at Peggy then Howard. He immediately looked down and started to fiddle with button on the sleeve of his gray dress shirt.

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Another week passed and we got a little bit closer at cracking the codes. Last week we were lucky enough to get Shuri to trave from Wakanda and help us. Me and her worked into the night so Tony and Howard could get sleep and then we got sleep in the early mornings.

"almost done with the coding on this" shuri said taping on one of the hologram screens in the lab. "I'm putting in the last of the wiring now" I respond twisting the red and blue wire together then closing the lid to cover it. Before I could continue with anything else the alarm went off signaling there was a mission.

I sighed and ran off after apologizing to shuri for ditching her. "what do we got?" I asked running into the jet were everyone else was. "just a standard Hydra base, nothing we aren't already use to" steve said.

The mission was longer than we intesapated and a lot of us got engerd especially me but I didn't really care. When we got home I tried to go to bed but Tony and Steve dragged me to the lab were Howard was working with Shuri. "what happened?" he asked as steve picked me up and sat me on Tony's desk. "I'm fine" I mumbled.

"Howard check her enjeries will ya" Steve said walking out of the lab. "I'm fine really" I said as Howard rolled up my sleeve to check the cut on my arm.

"so what happened?" he asked cleaning the cut that was on my forehead. "it was just harder than we expected... More weapons and better sacurity than we thought" I replied and tried to leave but he pushed me back down. "come on Stark"

"you know it's not a bad thing to get help some times" he said kinda irritated. I sighed and let him help. "thanks" I mumbled.

"your welcome" he simply replied and wrapped up my forearm with a bandeges. "I'm only trying to help ya know" he said breaking the silence.

"I know" I mumbled looking down not wanting to face him. He didn't seem to like that so he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked into his brown eyes and felt the familiar feeling. My heart pounded as he leaned in closer than pressed his lips to mine softly. I surprisingly didn't push him away I let it happen. I felt his hands move to both sides of my jaw and pulled me close as he depend the kiss. "Howie.." I said.

He only hummed. "I like that" he said against my lips smirking. He tilted his head to the side for another but placed my hands on his chest stopping him.

"okay I'm sorry" he whispered.

"I'm not, but I can't get attached" I said. "why?" he asked looking scared of rejection. "because we live in two different worlds and time periods.. We have to get you back home" I said tearing up. I moved away and left him but he quickly grabbed my hand before I could get to far.

"you can honestly tell me you feel nothing for me" he spoke.

"yes... I have feelings for you Howard" I said with a whimper.

"then-then what's wrong? Why can't we be together?" he said stepping up closer. "you really want to know why?" I spoke getting frustrated.

"yes! I want to know why" he said shouting. "because I don't trust myself with you" I whispered. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I couldn't. The idea of being with someone always seemed to be slim or negative for me. I did care about him but I was scared.

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"have you seen my father?" Tony asked coming into the kitchen where I was reading.  "how should I know? I'm not his babysitter" I said not looking up from my book.

"well I just noticed how he started following you around like a lost puppy" he said setting down in front of me. I looked up from my book and locked eyes with genius. "what are you implying?"

He tilted his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. He gave me the soft puppy eyes he always gave me when he knew something was wrong. "okay forget my father, are you okay?"

I shook my head and felt the clinch in my chest as I tried to hold back the tears. "me and Howard kiss" I sob and covered my face afraid of his reaction.

"did he kiss you?"

"yes" I responded

"did you kiss back?"

"I'm sorry Tony, I tried to not get close bu-"

"I'm not mad" he said cutting me off. I raised my droppie head and gave him and questioning look. "why aren't you mad? You always told me how much you hated your father, now I'm starting to fall for him"

"it's okay" he whispered then wrapped his arms around me. "he just better not hurt you"

"it doesn't matter" I spoke pulling away from his arms. "once we get the time machine to work he's going back home.. It would have never worked between us"

"I'm sorry (n/n)" he wrapped his arms around me again and rested my head on his shoulder. "we'll figure this out okay?"

"okay" I mumbled.

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"okay let's start it up" Tony shouts. The machine that's supposed to take us home fired up. I stood there not really wanting to leave and I could tell Peggy didn't want to leave either.

I watched the time machine glow and slightly shake signaling us it was time to leave. I sighed feeling bad that I didn't tell (y/n) goodbye. She was probably the first woman a genuinely loved and was more than a fling or lust. She was smart and sarcastic and didn't fall to my feet when first met her. She made me work for her affection and attention which I actually liked and I worked hard for it.

The times she pushed me away only told me she cared more about other people's happiness than her own. She had a heart of gold and I admired that. She pushed me away because she was afraid of hurting Tony.

"wait" Peggy's voice said grabbing my arm. I looked at her kinda sad and stood in my place. "do you love her?"

I tilted my head to the side trying to play dumb. "don't you look at me like that, you know what I'm thinking about" she said.

I dropped my head and sighed. "I do" i shook my head and started fiddling with the insides of the pockets of my jeans. "than go to her" she said crossing her arms. "stay here and be happy"

"what if effects something? What if I screw up the time line?" I asked pacing back and forth.

"you won't" Tony butted in. "I've talked to Bruce and Strange, and they both said you can't mess it up" I looked down not wanting to look at the man that would be my son in the future. "look she loves you so just stay with her" he said with a sigh. He had the look of someone being forced to say something they didn't.

"I don'-" I started. "go!" Jarvis and Peggy both said at the same time cutting me off.

I nodded and ran out of the room than down the hallway looking for her. I frantically looked around and found a lot of dead ends before I found her in one of the labs. "hay" I said casually.

She quickly looked at me with big dough eyes. "aren't you supposed to be back in the 40's now?"

"I've come to a conclusion" I said walking up to her. "and what is that?" she said crossing her arms. "I'm staying here"

She stared at me with shock painted all over her face. "why would you? What dose this time period have to offer really?"

"you" I said truthfully and stepped up closer maybe only leaving five inches between us. "I want to stay here with you"

I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly leaned in connecting my lips to hers. I felt her arms slowly wrap around my neck and deepen the kiss.

"I love you" I whispered against her lips.

She slowly pulled away and smirked. "I know" I playfully rolled my eyes knowing she was joking. I kissed her forehead and smiled. "your gonna have to teach me about modern time though"

"oh that should be tons of fun" she chuckled than wrapped her small arms around my waist.

"is Peggy staying too?" her small voice spoke making me sighed. She's going back for me, for us. She was on of my closest friends and she's giving up the opportunity to be with steve just so I could be with (y/n). She told me of one of us stays someone needs to be on the 40's keeping it safe. She also told me to keep her safe because (y/n) was her niece. Even though the the two just met you could tell how much Peggy loved her. "she's going back so I could stay with you"

"she also told me to take care of you and if I break your heart she'll come back and kick my ass" I said trying to make her smile. She sadly smiled and looked up at me with her (e/c) eyes.

Everything happens for a reason. I was supposed to screw up with the time machine so it would take us into the future. I like to think I was supposed to find (y/n) and maybe I was supposed to make myself a better father to tony. What ever it supposed to be its definitely a second chance and I'm grateful for that.

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— flufftober (day 9) —

Warnings: fluff, mentions of abusive and toxic relationships, angst

Prompt: Keeping someone safe

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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Bucky had so much to call his when a lot of people didn’t. There was always food on the table and the newest clothes placed in his closet, even when he thought he had enough. His mother rarely had to cook, but cooked everyday because she loved the heat of the stove and smell of fresh vegetables. His father had inherited money and property from his father, but worked for his own honour because he didn’t want to be known as the son of.

He was in no way the perfect child, getting into fights every now and then, but he had the best grades in the region. He was smart and quick with his wits. His words and charming personality had practically kept him in school and paved the way through his life. He had started smuggling things to the camp of soldiers nearby when he was sure the colonel was his father’s friend from the First World War.

He was caught, but praised by the colonel for being able to maintain his little business for two years.

Then the war started to escalate and men younger than him were getting drafted. His mother worried that he would be the next to go and her fear was proved wrong. He was needed here, in New York, after his studies were finished in engineering. Howard Stark himself had recruited him to work on designing and developing deadly weapons of use.

While Steve went around and eventually got enlisted, Bucky was busy building and painting his shield and creating grenades that scattered by themselves. Bucky didn’t like the idea of Steve being on the battlefield, but he wasn’t so small anymore and Bucky didn’t have to worry about him too much.

Then Steve went into the ice and the world went silent from the guns and blasts.

Bucky mourned and grieved, but he had a job to do. The war wasn’t over yet so he threw himself into work for another year or so before Howard told him to take a break. Hydra was dwindling down and Peggy had it mostly covered, so Bucky obliged.

He jumped off his Jeep and splashed some water from the puddle onto his trousers as he stared up at the brownstone he had grown up in. He didn’t have the keys so he dropped his duffle bag and suitcase on the porch, knocking twice sharply. He tapped his foot in rhythm to the drip of the rain and waited for the door to swing open.

The door opened and Bucky grinned, ready to greet his mother with a long needed embrace. He wanted to hug her and kiss her cheeks as an apology for not visiting sooner. Instead he was gazing into a pair of E/C eyes, widening and then squinting at him.

You crossed your arms in front of your torso and gave him a once over. He was clad in army boots, black trousers and suspenders with a navy tucked in button up shirt. His dark attire was a contrast to your yellow dress that seemed to make his heart warm.

“Who are you?” He asked, glancing over your shoulder and trying to catch a glimpse of his sister or mother. His father was most likely at work still.

“You’re lucky I know who you are,” you said stiffly, shifting so that your shoulder cut into his sight of line. “Otherwise I would call the cops on you.”

“Who are you?” Bucky repeated, glaring at you and crouching slightly to grab his duffel bag and suitcase. You glared right back and moved to the side to let him barge in. His chest brushed against yours, making your breath hitch and glare harder at him.

“You take your stuff upstairs,” you stated before scowling and stopping him in his tracks with an outstretched hand.

“What?” He snapped. He had come home, wanting to relax and spend time with his family, not be ordered around by a stranger whose name he didn’t know.

You took a step back and averted your eyes, looking down at his feet instead.

“Take your shoes off. You shouldn’t track mud everywhere.” You walked off down the hall to the living room without another word. He huffed, but took one look at his caked shoes and slipped them off before taking his stuff to his old room.

———

He learned your name eventually. You hadn’t spoken to him directly since two weeks ago though, speaking through his mother or sister. Rebecca seemed to love you and so did his ma. If they noticed the way you ignored his presence or the way he would bristle way when you passed him, they didn’t comment on it.

He learned that you moved in after taking on the job of caretaking for his mother after he and Rebecca had left. His father insisted that you move in when he heard your father and brother had been drafted. A few months later, after you got the dreaded news of your father’s decease, you accepted the live-in position. While he was a little out of date with his family, they seemed to be over the moon that he was home.

His father also had other thoughts. Thoughts that Bucky hadn’t had the chance to think about since he joined military service.

“When are you going to find your lady, James?” He asked over dinner, pointing to him with his fork. “You ain’t getting younger and we want grandchildren to keep us busy soon. Preferably your kids before your sister’s.”

His mother gave his father a look that meant that she wasn’t aware they were supposed to talk about his love life tonight. You ignored the talk and continued to eat, glancing over at Rebecca when she kept stealing your food off your plate and smiling at her when she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m not looking for her, pa,” Bucky said simply, shrugging and taking another bite of his meatloaf. His mother had retired from cooking a few months ago after she fainted from standing and moving too for too long. Now you and Rebecca cooked while his father tried to help out.

“Oh, come on, James! Everyone your age is married and having kids,” his father pressed, waving his fork towards you. “Her brother is happily married, too, and he’s two years younger than you.”

“George, stop pestering our boy,” his mother chimed in, shaking her head and glancing towards you. Bucky’s attention darted to you as well then. You had stopped eating and was staring at your plate, slumped in your chair before Rebecca nudged your side. The vacant and faraway look in your eyes made something in Bucky’s chest stir uncomfortably. It was gone before he could dwell on it.

“Well, he’s not getting any younger and neither are we,” his father sighed, smiling at Bucky when he turned his attention back to him. “We want you to have someone to rely on once we’re gone, Buck. We’re not going to force you to marry someone you don’t want to, but you should start looking. Look for someone who will look for you, okay?”

Bucky merely nodded and went back to dinner, but he couldn’t get the look in your eyes out of his mind. Marriage was another fleeting thought in his mind.

———

“Don’t touch her!” Rebecca’s panic-stricken voice made him dart up from his spot on the sofa and jog towards the front door. Rebecca stood a few steps behind you and you stood a little behind the open door.

A man with brown eyes and brown hair stood on the porch, taking his hat off his head and holding it in front of his torso. His outstretched hand came to a halt when he saw Bucky and Rebecca standing behind you. He clenched his jaw and pulled his hand back to his hat, holding it tight enough to crumble it.

Your shoulders were moving with each laboured breath you took, taking a step back and stumbling into Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca held you protectively as his mother descended the stairs.

“Damien?” His mother called out, the strain in her voice new to Bucky. He had never heard his mother speak to someone lowly or have a snarky tone in her voice. So when she had done both today, Bucky knew this man was bad news.

“Good day, Mrs. Barnes,” the man greeted nodding slightly as if he was ashamed.

“Not anymore,” Rebecca replied coldly, helping you straighten up and move behind her. Bucky took a step forward, the movement catching Damien’s eye and making him look at Bucky with surprise.

“James Barnes?” He asked. Bucky nodded curtly and then looked between you and Damien. He couldn’t be your brother who lived far enough to only visit on holidays.

“Why are you here?” Rebecca hissed, moving hairs out of your face. You seemed to be in a daze, captured in a time that was in the past.

“For Y/N,” Damien replied, shrugging and nodding at you. “She’s my intended. My fiancé.”

That was when you took another step back, now stumbling into Bucky and letting a stray tear cascade down your cheek. Bucky, who had never touched you in the last month or so, wrapped his arm around the front of your torso and pulled you behind him.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” his mother sneered, her voice sending shivers up his spine. “You lost that right when she showed up at our door bruised.”

Oh.

Oh.

Bucky felt his blood boil at the thought of anyone laying their hands on you. You, the woman who had never raised her voice even once since he had gotten here. You had that smile adorned in your lips every morning and night, sending his mind spiralling into abyss before he would shake it out. Your hands were gentle and the dresses you wore were always conveying your brightness through vibrant colours.

You stepped out from behind him when he mother started making her way all the way, knees and hands shaking as she did so.

You were his light and he had never seen you so dim.

He turned to Damien, straightened his back and growled, “Leave.”

Damien inches forward instead, toes touching the threshold of his home. Bucky’s anger only grew stronger as Damien set his gaze back on you. His eyes slowly trailed over your figure and Bucky’s hands clenched into fists. He had only brawled over a woman when some excuse of man catcalled his sister. That was his one and only fight on the street over a woman, but that woman wasn’t a stranger.

Neither were you, per se. But you weren’t his sister either.

Bucky seriously considered how much trouble he would be in if he nudged Damien. Hard. With his knuckles. On his face.

“Darling, Y/N, please,” Damien spoke as if he hadn’t heard any of the warnings coming from any of the Barnes. You froze, hand extended for his mother to hold. “I love you.”

When you said nothing, Damien continued, “You don’t need to stay here. If you’re engaged to Bucky, it’s okay. It’s never too late to break it off. We can go back to how it was and we can have that family you’ve always wanted.”

You shook your head.

“Y/N, my darling, I love you.”

Bucky stalked over the few steps between them, arm up and ready to throw a punch.

Then a gentle yet firm hand caught his bicep and a broken no made him pause. He gazed over his shoulder to look at you, softening his eyes and letting some of his anger die out. You merely shook your head with a ghost of smile on your lips.

“He’s not worth it, James,” you said softly, eyes flickering over to Damien. You directed your harsh tone to him. “I don’t love you. Please leave before I call the police for harassment and stalking.”

Damien started shaking his head, but though better of it when Bucky jerked in your hold, eager to wrangle the man in front of him. Damien nodded and took a step back, wincing when the floorboard creaked underneath him.

You knew that spot so well, hopping over it before Bucky had the time to tell you to watch while carrying groceries from his Jeep into the house.

Damien left with a curt nod and placed his hat back on his head as he went.

Rebecca’s voice broke the silence.

“That was delightful.”

Her voice seemed to snap you awake and your hand lifted from his bicep, a flustered expression on your face. He could feel his own face burning as the feel of your skin etched into his memory. With his cheeks and ears red, he took a glance over at his mother and noticed your hand already helping her down the last few steps.

The smile was back on your face, but there was a strain that had never been there before. Or, perhaps, he hadn’t noticed it before.

You took his mother away into the living room, fussing over her seating position and then, when he walked over, saw you laying throw-pillows around her. He watched you fall into a routine, taking up the strained smile and rigid movements as you went through the day’s work.

At night Bucky felt restless, knowing you were probably hurting and, from somewhere deep in his heart, he had the sudden urge to wrap his arms around you to protect you against the world. He would hold you near his chest and let you bunch up his shirt in your fists. He wanted to keep you safe and he knew how he would be doing that. But he couldn’t just get there yet.

He sat up and threw the blankets off of him, feeling the sleepiness leave him the second his thoughts fell upon you. He swung his legs over the bed and let the cold wood stung his bare feet. He slipped on some socks, walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

His eyebrows furrowed at the light trickling from the kitchen into the hallway.

Bucky felt his heart break when your tear streaked face came into his view. His heart clenched in a way he didn’t think was possible and he felt his feet move before you could react to his sudden appearance. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, bringing your head to rest on his collarbone and he was slightly glad he had worn a tattered shirt to bed.

“It’s okay, sunshine,” he whispered when you stiffened and touched his back slightly, deciding whether or not you should embrace him back, no doubt. “Do you want me to—”

“Stay,” was all you said before wrapping your arms around his middle and holding him close.

He would ask for his mother’s ring later in the month, already knowing that no one else could make his heart beat like you did. No one could compare to the calmness you brought him and never would he ever want to hold anyone like you. He knew that nobody would mold into his body the way you did.

You would be his sunshine forever, if you said yes.

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All is Fair~ Peace & Parallels

Chapter 21: Peace & Parallels

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Emotional trauma, Bad language words, SMUT!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 2.8K

A/N: I am fuckinnnnnn tired, but the chapter is finished and it makes me happy to make yall happy sooo here ya go! The Holiday season really fucks me up... as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! Anyhow, enjoy!💕

Your phone woke you from your dreams, you groaned as you silenced the shrill ringing. You brought the small bright screen to your face, your eyes straining to adjust in the darkness. Several messages littered your screen, some from Zemo, a couple from Loki, but the newest one was from Wade:

‘Need 2 move on targets 2nite b4 its too l8’

You rolled your eyes, you hated when he used shorthand. He was right though, you still needed to meet with him to go over the intel he had found, and make your move before you missed your window of opportunity. 

You respond, letting him know you will meet with him soon, first you need to shower and get dressed. Locking your phone you place it back on your nightstand before turning over to see Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. A content sigh leaves your lips as your fingertips trace lightly along the smooth plains of his face. Rolling over you begin to rise from the bed, but his strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him, then under him, forearms caging you. His chiseled torso looming above yours.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His voice is rough from sleep, a playful glint shining in his eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you lean up to peck his lips, “Yes… I have business to attend to and I am in need of a shower–”

His lips seal over yours, cutting you off, your eyes flutter shut, hands slipping to caress his face. You pull away gently, a smile splitting your lips.

Groaning he places his head in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he kisses down your shoulder, then back up your neck. Sighing you stop his ascent, holding his face above yours, “The city is in flames.”

He breaks from your hold, nuzzling your neck, breathing against your skin, “Mmm. Let it burn.”

“Steve…” You warn.

When he pulls away again, his eyes are clouded in thought, his gaze far away. You place your hands on both sides of his face, your forehead pressed against his, “Hey. Come back to me…” he blinks, the fogginess fades. A sad smile lifts your lips,  “there you are… Listen, I have to do this, it's important.”

He shakes his head lightly.

“Please, let me handle this…” you swallow hard, “Let me fix this.” Your eyes meet his, pleading him to understand.

He nods slowly, “The moment this is all over, you are mine.”

A smile plays on your lips, if only it was that easy, you don’t have the heart to break his hope, so you nod in agreement, “After I finish this, I’m all yours.”

His eyes slip shut, his jaw clenching, “Promise me, Angel.”

Your heart feels like lead in your chest, but you agree, “I Promise.”

Rising from the bed, he offers you his hand, pulling you toward your bathroom he begins to shed what little clothing he still wears. His navy sweats hang low on his hips, he pulls you against him. His chest is bare and warm, your fingers splay against the taught muscles as his hands find the hem of your night-shirt, lifting it off your body. The cool air kissing your skin as his eyes rake over you.

Walking the two of you towards your shower, he flicks on the water before hooking his thumbs into your underwear, kneeling as he slips them off you.

Your brows scrunch, “Steve, what are you doing?” 

He stands again, peppering your lips with his, his whispers meeting your ears between kisses, “You said we needed a shower.”

You pull away, raising a brow, “No, I said I need a shower.”

“Same thing.” he shrugs, his eyes softening when they meet yours, they are so vibrant and alive, like the first time you ever met him in the casino elevator. You want to get lost in them, dive beneath the surface, and drown in him. He smirks, tucking your hair behind your ear, his fingers gently grazing the spade tattoo, you shiver. “Besides, you better get used to this, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

Damn right you do, but a sinking feeling gnaws at your heart, how much time did you truly have to try and make it up? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you chuckle as he fumbles to strip himself of his pants, whisking you into the shower, the warm water trickling down your skin. He allows you the time to properly clean your hair and body, but he is oddly quiet. When you finish, you turn to him, your head tilting at his lost expression, stepping closer your hand softly caresses his cheek. 

“Stevie?”

His eyes slowly rake over your body before locking with yours. 

“Forget this city.” there is a resolve in his voice as it meets your ears, a fire in his eyes, your heart squeezing in your chest, your brows knit together.

One of his hands covers yours against his cheek, the other pulling you against him, “I mean it. We can run, right now.” His eyes frantically searched yours, “No one needs to know, we can disappear, just me and you, never look back.” There under his resolve, you hear the brokenness he is fighting to hide. With each passing moment that you don’t agree, you can see the hope fading from his eyes.

Swallowing hard, you shake your head, “I can’t.” you drop his gaze, “I’m sorry, I have to fix this, to ensure you are safe.” you feel the tears prick your eyes, as they settle over his still healing wound, your hand grazes it softly. Guilt slicing through you at the sight, “I’m so sorry...”

He lifts your chin so your eyes meet his again, “Don’t be,” his lips tilt upward, but there is still a great sadness haunting his eyes. “I’m a big target, kinda hard to miss…” his thumb swipes the tears that tumble down your cheeks. 

Biting your lip you shake your head again, “It's my fault… I–”

He silences you, crushing his lips over yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, it's all consuming, as if you were the oxygen he needed to survive. His hands fall from your face to slip across your skin, causing goosebumps to break out across your body, one snakes around your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, the other on your lower back, pressing you impossibly closer. He spins you, caging you against the wall, the sensation of the icy tile against your back, and his warm chest causes a shudder to ripple through you, a moan slipping past your lips. 

A growl rumbles in his chest as his hardened length slips against your center, your breath catching in your throat. His hand on your thigh slips up into your hair, pulling your head back, so he can watch your face contort in pleasure as he spears into you slowly. Your eyes slip shut as he starts his agonizingly slow pace, you can feel all of him, each little roll of his hips, the way his head rubs just where you need him. He is taking his time with you, being so gentle it’s almost painful, he has you writhing against the wall. Your nails digging into his arms and back, his thrusts hard and slow, like he is learning you all over again. Burning you into his memory, his lips pepper onto your skin, kissing and nipping at the slick flesh of your neck and chest. 

Both of you are slowly descending into madness, he knows what you need as he slips one hand between your bodies, expertly applying pressure as he circles your bud. A particularly harsh thrust has you careening over the edge, vision bursting with white spots as you clench around him, your back arching off the wall. His lips seal around one breast, his thrusts now faster, the rhythm failing as he chases his high. He releases your breast, truly pornographic sounds echo off the tiles as he buries his head in your neck. Both his hands wrap around your waist to steady you as he shoves deeper one last time before he finally stills, warmth spreading inside you, the two of you breathing heavily, he presses his forehead to yours.

“Swear to me, you’ll come back. That we will be together.”

“Yes.” you breathe against his lips.

“Swear it.” His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully, the broken plea leaving his lips.

“I swear.”

—

Wade walked into the downstairs office where you were lounging in the desk chair your feet propped up on the desk. Your gaze locked on Steve in the training area, the sound of punches landing on vinyl echoes as the office door opens. 

Wade’s eyes follow yours as Steve stops his assault on the bag. Wade turns in time to watch Steve’s eyes meet yours. There is a light in his eyes, a happiness that seems out of place given the current circumstances.

The door clicks shut, Wade leans against it, waiting for you to acknowledge him, when you don’t he sighs loudly. Only then do you pull your attention to him, a distant look in your eyes.

He clicks his tongue, “Let me guess. You made a promise you can’t keep.” 

The look you give him tells him all he needs to know, you don’t even try to deny it.

Your brows knit together, “Is it bad to give him hope?”

Wade walks closer, sitting next to your feet on the desk, “False hope can do more damage than an honest truth, no matter how painful.”

Your mouth quirks to the side as you chew your bottom lip, “Who says it’s false?”

Wade shoots you an apathetic look, your name leaving his lips softly, “You know the dead cannot mix with the living.”

Your gaze falls, fingers idly fidgeting as you lift your gaze back out to Steve, “Don’t tell him.”

His heart aches for you, nothing has gone right for you, out of everyone here, you’ve lost the most. As your friend it pains him to watch the sadness roll into your eyes, he nods slowly, “It’s not my place, kid.”

You swallow, and as if he had imagined the past five minutes, you stand from your seat, your normal, terrifying persona is back in place. Calm and collected, as if the man you would die for and life you deserve isn’t just out of reach.

Your eyes slide to his, “You wanted to talk about the intel?”

The change in demeanor gave Wade whiplash, but he would never call attention to it, “Yeah, let’s go upstairs, Zemo has more he wants to inform us on.”

—

The three of you enter Zemo’s office, Steve’s hand rests on your lower back as he ushers you through the doors. Zemo is sitting at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow as he stares at his phone. In the corner, by the bookshelves sits Loki, his head propped on his hand, deep in thought, he doesn't even acknowledge you as you walk in.

Zemo greets the three of you without looking up, his hand raised, offering a new phone, “Mr. Rogers, I assume your men would like to be informed of your current state.” 

Steve lingers for a moment, his hand sliding to grasp your waist briefly as he moves to accept the phone, thanking him. Steve nods to you and Wade, “I'll only be a moment.”

You give him a soft smile as he heads back out onto the main casino floor, you can already hear one of his men pickup as the door shuts. You turn your attention back to Zemo, who is now leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie, before steepling his hands on the desk in front of him. He sighs heavily, his eyes weary as he takes you and Wade in.

“I have set up a meeting between Steve and your brother at the ‘Lumerian’, a private room has been reserved. I want you there Wraith, we need both of these men to settle this, otherwise none of us will survive what's to come.”

“Yessir.”

“Sweep the building, ensure your brother hasn’t set any traps or brought backup. As of right now your only order is to ensure Rogers stays alive at all costs. Is that understood?”

You exhale, “Yessir.” 

“Good. Желать, (zhelat, obsession.) you are with Laufeyson, his personal security for the time being.”

Wade eyes Loki, whose attention is finally on the three of you. Wade looks to you, then to Zemo, “Sir, permission to brief her?”

Zemo gestures to you, nodding, “You have the floor.”

Wade straightens, “The phone you gave me a few months back happened to be quite fruitful. As it turns out, Francis happens to be half of the four horsemen–”

You scowl, “The four horsemen?” your eyes flicker to Zemo, “They were exiled for their brutality, their methods are downright barbaric! How the hell have they been operating here, under our noses?!”

Zemo nods in agreement, “It would seem they have had help. Laufeyson knows their whereabouts, he will find out where they will be tonight. Then you and Желать (Zhelat) will take care of them.”

Wade clears his throat, “They also happen to be the ones responsible for your museum, and for beating up Steve’s kid. There have been murmurs of one of them being responsible for your parents’ accident…”

Anger flares within you, no wonder Peter had been so brutalized, the Four Horsemen were downright cruel in their punishments, fucking sadists. If they were responsible for your parents death, you were going to rip them apart when you got your hands on them.

Wade places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing look, “Loki and I will contact you with the address, the minute we locate them.”

“It will just be the two of you. Заря and Удача (Zarya/Dawn, Udacha/fortune) are out of town, you won't have any backup.” Zemo gives the two of you a pointed look, “I don’t care how it's done, I want them gone. Then we will make our final move on our mutual friend.” 

You give Wade a vicious grin, “Don’t start without me.”

He gives a grin that matches yours, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Keep him alive Желат (zhelat), you are dismissed.”

Wade nods as he and Loki head for the doors. Loki walks towards you first, the door to the office opens as Steve walks in. Loki grasps your gloved hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, “Goodluck darling. Give ‘em hell.” He turns toward the door, stopping and turning to you one last time, his eyes meeting yours as Steve stops beside you, you can feel Steve watching the two of you. Loki gives you a camera worthy smile, “Goodbye Death Darling, it was a pleasure doing business with you.”

You couldn’t help but feel like his parting words held a stifling amount of finality—

“Wraith…”

Zemo pulled your attention back to him, “Did you ever receive blood from Steve or Barnes?”

Your brows rose then furrowed, what kind of question was that, “I’m sorry sir? I don't–”

Zemo’s eyes met yours, pursing his lips before letting go of a long breath, “Your blood work came back from the night we pulled you out of the bay.” he paused, you could see him trying to find the right words for what he was about to say. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t like where this was going.

—

When Steve arrives at the Lemurian Star, he arrives alone. You had convinced him to drop you off a block away so you could ensure it was safe for him to arrive. He sat in the driver’s seat in front of the restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. The last time he had seen your brother, he had tried his damndest to kill him, Steve’s hand lightly grazed the wound under his shirt, and Tony damn near succeeded.

Taking a deep breath he centered himself, there were obviously bigger fish, he and Tony would need to set aside their differences, if not for your sake, for the sake of surviving. 

Steve didn’t know who to trust, Loki and his brother felt slimy, he didn’t know if he could trust his own men, Bucky had proven he couldn't. And he didn’t necessarily trust Zemo or the other Aces, but he trusted you. After everything, you had saved his life, risking yours in the process, betraying your own brother, for him. 

He knew Bucky thought he was insane for even considering trusting you, but at this point, if you were to truly be his demise, he would gladly die at your hands… 

No.

Neither of you were going to die, this was going to blow over and then the two of you would leave this damn city behind for good. He would give you the life you deserved, maybe settle down have a few—

Ding

His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification lighting up his screen:

Angel: Clear. It’s just Tony. Third floor.

Steve leaned his head back against the headrest, taking another deep breath.

Let's get this over with.

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Daniel Sousa Masterlist

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X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Plan B - F!X ☀️✨⭐️

Reader is a friend of Peggy’s who’s been on the team at the SSR for a few months. She hasn’t really bonded with any of the men at the agency, except Thompson, who’s her stupid hotshot mission plan buddy. She also spends a fair amount of time with Daniel, but reader hasn’t gotten to bond with Agent Sousa as much. That might change drastically when the four go out on a mission to try and recover some more of Howard’s stolen tech.

Black Coffee - X ☀️

Reader’s working at a coffee house, and they see plenty of people come in looking exhausted and searching for some caffeine to help. When a new face comes into the coffee shop, he manages to break the all-time record for the person closest to being an absolute zombie. Daniel Sousa’s been working day and night on a case for the SSR, and he’s in danger of falling asleep if he so much as stops moving. But, if he can make it through to the end of the case, it might just turn out to be worth it in more ways than one.

Assistant - F!X ☀️

Y/N is Howard Stark’s assistant, which is never a boring job. They’re in the middle of tearing their hair out trying to manage his crazy schedule when a surprise visit from a certain SSR agent shakes up their day.

New Office - X ☀️

Y/N’s been in love with their best friend Daniel Sousa since they both started working at the SSR, but he’s been hung up on Peggy since the first time he saw her. Now, however, Peggy’s turned him down for a date and he’s gone all the way across the country with a promotion to get some distance from her. Y/N went with him, but will it mean a change in anything more than location for the two of them?

West vs. East - X ☀️✨

Y/N is the LA SSR’s new nurse, a position they finally realized was incredibly important to have around after a few near-misses during the Whitney Frost case. They’ve only been there a week, but an all-SSR picnic and “friendly” East Coast/West Coast competition will give them plenty of chances to make new friends and more.

Sandy and Charlie - F!X ☀️✨

Y/N is starring in her first big picture, a Western produced by Howard Stark. When the actor playing her love interest no-shows, however, they’re going to have to get creative in finding a person to fill the role so the movie can be finished. Fortunately for them, the SSR needs Howard’s help on a case, and are willing to make some deals to get it.

The Unholy Alliance - X ☀️✨

Daniel and Y/N have been staring at each other longingly for months, and Jack and Peggy are tired of it. So, in a moment of history in the making, the two *team up* to find a way to get their coworkers to finally realize their feelings for each other.

No Way To Know For Sure - F!X ☁️☀️✨

After a few months of friendship and a few more months of dating, Y/N and Daniel Sousa decided to call it quits when he moved out to LA to open the West Coast SSR. She was focused on her career with no desire to leave New York, her home, the place she had connections and established respect as a female SSR agent, the greatest city in the world. Daniel couldn’t turn down the promotion, and she didn’t want him to. So they parted ways, Y/N telling herself it didn’t hurt. But when Jack sends her out to LA to work with Daniel on a case, she realizes she is definitely not over him.

Date Night - F!X ☀️✨

Y/N and Daniel are ready to relax and listen to their favorite radio program together after a long week at the SSR. Unfortunately for both of them, Y/N’s older brother Jack Thompson has the spare key to the apartment, and he has a history of picking terrible times to drop in on his little sister.

Office Most-Eligible - F!X ☀️✨

When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies’ breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they’d bargained for.

The Ugliest Tie I’ve Ever Seen - X ☀️✨

Y/N has finally been transferred to LA, joining their boyfriend Daniel Sousa to help with a case. Unfortunately, he's picked up some new fashion in LA.

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Stark Universe | Prologue

Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), James Rhodes x Stark!Reader (platonic)

summary: "Why do people always disappear around me?"

word count: 3k

warnings: sadness, Tony being Tony, swearing, siblings insulting each other, more sadness, crying, a funeral, you know the drill, just some good ol' sadish angst

author's note: Well, hello there! Welcome to the first installment of my little Stark!Reader series! A title name will be found, but for the meantime I'm sticking to the "Stark Universe". If you have any ideas on how to name it: Tell me! I need inspiration! I'm sorry if the reader is named somewhere in the text - I'm always writing my stories for my OC Eleanor Stark before turning them into a reader-insert thingy. Btw: If you prefer an OC story, let me now and I can upload both versions separately! Enjoy this prologue!

[Chapter One] » [Chapter Two] | [Series Masterlist]

December 16, 1991

“Try to remember the kind of September

When life was slow and oh

so mellow.”

The melody got out of tune, and the voice ceased shortly. “No, it’s the other key, honey. Right next to it.” A small, sweet voice rose after the hint. “This one, Mommy?” The key got pressed, and the melody continued, more in tune now. “Yes, that’s right. Good job. Someday you’ll be better than me, honey.” Maria smiled at her daughter sitting next to her at the grand piano, a focused expression on her small face. She had her tongue jammed between her lips and eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration while she tried to play the melody of the song her mother had sung.

Howard Stark stood in the doorframe and watched his two girls with utter devotion as he put on his jacket and tried to not disturb them. He knew how hard it was on his wife to leave her children behind, especially their youngest. [Y/N] had only arrived two days ago, and even Howard, never the family man to begin with, now cursed his proposal of a getaway with his wife. He should’ve tried to spend more time with his kids now that they were home again.

“Try to remember the kind of September

When grass was green…”

[Y/N] played the melody further along, even though she heard her father entering the room, and her mother stopped singing. She just was too engrossed in the task of getting the notes right and to enjoy the presence of her mother. “Wake up, dear and say Goodbye to your father.” The younger Stark grinned widely, stopped playing, and jumped off the piano stool to throw herself onto the couch where her brother had slept off his jetlag. Howard just lifted the cozy blanket, where a Santa hat appeared, which [Y/N] quickly grabbed and put on herself. Still grinning, she shook her brother’s shoulder to wake him up faster and started to play with his hand closest to hers.

“Who is the homeless person on the couch?” The Stark daughter giggled at her father’s words and squealed as Tony grabbed his little sister and locked her into a bear cuddle. “He is not homeless, Daddy! He’s jus’ tired,” she tried to defend her brother’s honor while he adjusted the Santa hat on his sister’s head. Before bending down, Howard smiled a small smile and kissed his daughter’s forehead. “Sure he is, sweetheart.”

Tony emerged from the couch, [Y/N] still sitting on the soft cushions and pushing the blanket from her lap, even though she loved to play with the soft fabric. But instead of giving into the urge to do something comforting, she followed her brother’s example and stood on her feet. “This is why I love coming up for Christmas, right before you leave town.” The girl looked from one part to another and furrowed her brows at the change of topic.

Don’t fight again. Not now. It’s almost Christmas!

Her mother seemed to feel the change in the air and the building tension as well. “Be nice, dear. He’s been studying abroad.” [Y/N] nodded at her mother’s words and held tightly onto Tony’s hand. The young man looked down at her, a smile tucking at his lips, even though his forehead was wrinkled, but she had this effect on him – always had and probably always would have.

“Do me a favor and try not to burn the house down before Monday?” The girl perked up at that, and her lower lip started to wobble while the tears built up in her eyes. “Okay, so it’s Monday? That is good to know. I will plan my party accordingly to…” Tony mocked and tried to walk around his father, but her small hand clasped in his held him back. The brother looked down again and saw one of the giant crocodile tears rolling down her small cheek. “You and Mommy are gone till Monday,” her small, trembling voice asked her dad in disbelief, and Howard shot his wife a look to seek help in this situation. But Maria softly played the piano and shook barely noticeable her head. The older man sighed and tried to find a suitable answer for his youngest child.

“Great, now you made her cry.” Tony pulled his baby sister into his arms and shot his father a glance that only could be interpreted as accusing. The dark-haired man slowly stroked his sister’s hair and tried everything to soothe her. “Why are you going? It’s Christmas! Everyone at school said that their whole family is coming over and… and that they unpack presents together and and… and they are together!” She barely could express every fast-moving thought in her small, overworked brain, and sniffling, she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

She stared at her father, waiting for something – anything - but instead, he sighed, shook his head, and looked at her mother. “I’ll get the bags.” Round eyes followed him as Howard left the room, and [Y/N] felt the disappointment in her whole body. Tony scoffed loudly and kissed both her cheeks. “Don’t worry, munchkin. We’re gonna have a blast time together. Movie nights? With cheeseburger and milkshakes and fries?” Slowly, the Stark daughter nodded, still a little unimpressed for the time being, and stretched her arms in Maria’s direction. Tony let his sister leave his protective hug, still internally fuming at the audacity their father had, and the girl walked to the woman to hug her hips closely.

The mother smiled softly down at her, and her fingers stroked through the long strands the girl just didn’t want to have cut at any point. “You know how your father is, honey. Don’t be mad at him because he doesn’t mean it like that.” Tony puffed the air out of his lungs and shook his head. “’Course he means it like that.” Maria threw him an indignant look before turning her attention back to the beloved girl in her arms. “We’re back before Santa even climbs into his sled, I promise, dear. We will bake your favorite cake and have a beautiful family dinner.” [Y/N] still sniffled a bit but nodded, nonetheless. “Okay. But you have to bring me a starfish! Or some seashells! No, both! Yes, I want both.” She nodded, convinced of her decision, and Maria smiled lovingly at her determined daughter, who consistently achieved whatever it was that formed in her little head. “Your father and I will look out for them.”

Speaking of which, Howard came back with the bags in his hands. “Keep your sarcasm at bay while we’re gone. For her sake, not mine or your mother’s,” the older Stark told his eldest son before looking at his daughter. She walked over to him hesitantly and clasped her short arms around his hips, pressing her head against his body. Howard was taken aback but caressed her cheek gently. “Mommy promised me that you’ll find some starfishes and seashells for me.” Her small voice was muffled by the fabric of his suit, but he heard her anyway. “Well, if your mother promised it, we will keep that promise, lovebug,” he told her and bent down to press a loving kiss on her head. Howard Stark couldn’t describe how much he adored his little girl and how sorry he was for sending her to boarding school, for not having more time for her, and for not being able to show her the love she deserved to feel.

But, he thought, I did at least one thing right.

And with that thought, he gave [Y/N]'s head another kiss before unclasping her tight arms gently. “Don’t drive your brother crazy, lovebug.” She nodded firmly and went back to her older brother to hold tightly onto his arm while waving her parents Goodbye.

Years later, this last memory of both of them owned a special place in her heart.

Her mind was elsewhere while stranger after stranger stood in front of the siblings to offer their condolences. [Y/N] wasn’t even sure what happened exactly; she didn’t think about it in more depth. Instead, since the police came to their house, she spent most of her time at the piano in the living room, where Tony found her mostly asleep and curled up on the stool. Now, he held her close to his side, shook hands, and nodded while she stared up at him to watch his doings. She wanted to be as grown-up as he was, so she could do something other than standing around and feeling the sadness rolling through her.

On the other side, Edwin Jarvis pulled a cotton handkerchief out of a pocket and softly wiped her tears away. The girl looked up to him and clung to his hand, pulling him closer to them. With fresh tears in her eyes, [Y/N] leaned her head against his arm and stared at the two tombstones in front of them, always peeking through the crowd as soon as the line went on. She could hear the cameras flashing somewhere in the back of the mourners, and at the unfamiliar sound, she pressed herself tighter against Tony’s side and clasped Jarvis’ hand even harder. She knew she had to grow up faster than others her age, knew that she only had Tony and Jarvis in her life, and that, at some point in time, she would be all alone.

The day of the funeral marked the beginning of her understanding of how the world spun for most of its people and how indifferent the universe was at choosing who should die and who should suffer.

Malibu, 2010

“You don’t have to lift a finger while I’m gone. I’ll be back in three days, anyway. Just sit and relax, enjoy the sun or whatever shit you’re recently up to.” [Y/N] rolled her eyes, a grin spreading out on her lips. “Oh, please. I always have to clean up the mess you left on your way of destruction. At this point, it became my full-time job. You probably have to rethink my job description in case you need to hire a new sister at any point in our life,” she threw right back at him while walking next to Tony, who was finally on his way to the waiting jet. Rhodey had called fourteen and a half times – she had declined his last call, so it didn’t count as a full one – and probably already went into a cardiac arrest.

Tony looked over at her. “Why should I hire a new sister? Are you tired of me? Oh, beloved baby sister. I am so very sorry, but jokes on you, you have to deal with me for the rest of our lives.” [Y/N] rolled her eyes and looked up to the similar pair who still watched her intently. “Don’t worry, I won’t look for a new brother while you’re gone and selling even more weapons. Even though the thought is tempting because you, Tony Stark, are a pain in my ass.” The older Stark laughed and grinned brightly before waving in the direction of an impatiently waiting Colonel Rhodes. “That’s part of my job description as the older brother, munchkin.” She scoffed and hit him with a pile of papers against his chest. “Stop calling me that, dumbass. I’m too old for stupid nicknames. Talking about being too old: You have to really sign these papers of which I reminded you eight times since they arrived two weeks ago.”

They arrived at the waiting jet, but before Rhodey could throw anything in her brother’s face, she raised one finger. “Give me a sec, Rhodey, before his attention span is failing again, and I lose his ability to sign this shit. Do it, now.” With that, she pushed a pen straight into his face and pressed the documents against the outer body of the jet. He sighed, deeply annoyed by his sister, and signed away. “Satisfied, Evil Spawn?” He had to ask to see the not less annoyed expression emerging on that pretty face of hers. “Very, Earth’s dumbest Brother.”

She pushed the papers inside the bag, which hung over one of her shoulders, and pushed Tony in the direction of the staircase. She smiled up to the Colonel and waved softly. “Thanks for waiting, favorite person.” He laughed and waved it off. “Always happy to keep this guy in line. Thanks for bringing him, favorite Stark.” Her brother scoffed indignantly and took the first step. “Stop fraternizing with one another! I’m supposed to be your favorite person and your favorite Stark.” She raised both eyebrows to look at him. “Keep telling yourself that if that makes you happy.” Addressing Rhodey again, she said, “Keep an eye on that idiot, would you? I need him back in one piece. But if the possibility occurs, you can leave his ego behind in the desert. He doesn’t need it.”

Her brother pointed an accusing finger at her. “You little beast.” She shrugged nonchalantly and with a new grin on her lips. “I’ve learned from the best, stupid.” But then, she became serious again and stepped onto the staircase to hug him close with one arm. “Stay safe, Tony.” She never liked it when he left, and she couldn’t be with him because the dark memory of her parents’ passing emerged from its depth within her mind. She couldn’t lose him too. He was everything she had left. And maybe he knew and felt the same because he hugged her tightly to his chest and kissed her hair. “I’m back before you know it. Keep yourself and your mind occupied, okay? Take Miss Potts out for a coffee or whatever women do to spend time with one another. But don’t you dare think of work or be seen in the office, understood? You’re young and beautiful and witty and intelligent. Go and have some fun. You’re not an old lady.” Unseen by him, [Y/N] rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she mumbled against his shirt and patted his back one last time. “I’ll see what I’m up to. You’re happy now?” Tony evaluated the bargain but nodded. “Send me some pictures of your free time curriculum.” One last time, the Stark kissed her forehead and walked up the stairs before turning around one more time. “Wait. I don’t wanna see anything close to bare skin.” A disgusting expression settled on his face, and [Y/N] chuckled while stepping back. “Haven’t thought you would like that in the first place, idiot. I’ll see you in three days, and don’t party too hard in the mile-high club.” With that, she waved a last time and turned around to walk to Tony’s car to drive it back to the mansion.

Happy already waited for the younger Stark and threw the keys in her direction, which she easily caught. “I’m gonna bring the car back and head to the beach, Happy. You can take the rest of the day off and enjoy the sun yourself.” The security smiled. “Sure thing, [Y/N/N].” She knew he wouldn’t do it. Instead, he would follow her around to keep a watchful eye on her wellbeing. But she tried at least. “Should I get you a cheeseburger for your beach time-out?” She had opened the driver’s door and looked over the roof to the man she adored to the moon and back. “You know what? That sounds like a hell of a good idea, but we’ll eat in the parking lot, inside the car, like really cool dudes. You like milkshakes and fries?” They both grinned at each other before getting in their respective cars and driving off the private airport.

Everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

“[Y/N]?! Are you still there?”

Rhodey’s voice echoed through the speaker inside the mansion while she fell to her knees and tried to breathe through the exploding pain within her soul. Everything seemed to pass in slow-motion. Her mind couldn’t focus anymore; it jumped from one thought to another, from one conclusion to the next, from one scenario to an even worse scenario. Tears spilled out of her eyes and wetted her cheeks while she hugged herself tightly to prevent falling apart on this very spot on the cold marble floor. Lips moved without letting the words escape. She couldn’t even form them due to the lack of oxygen in her lungs. Her throat closed up, and she choked on the air trapped in it.

A soundless scream left her wide-open mouth while tears fell to the ground. Her heart raced in her chest, trying to break free from the confinements of her ribcage. She didn’t need it anymore because the last one she loved more than anything else in this broken and messed-up world was gone.

He is gone.

He can’t be gone.

But he is gone.

I am alone.

“[Y/N], please! Say something if you’re still there and okay.”

How could she be okay when her brother was dead? How could she ever be okay again? How?! She didn’t know the answer, and she hated not knowing things.

“Sir, Miss Starks heart rate reached a critical point. I’m notifying Mr. Hogan and Miss Potts immediately,” emerged Jarvis’ voice from somewhere in the mansion, and the familiar voice of her long-lost friend and adviser was the last piece in order to shatter everything within her.

If someone asked Colonel Rhodes what he had felt in the following moments, he wouldn’t be able to describe it. Never in his life had he heard such a scream as the one that came through the line all the way from California to Afghanistan. He never had heard such pain and agony coming from a human before, and he wasn’t sure if he could forget it until his last day on earth. And [Y/N]? She only remembered this day in a blurry haze, her brain protecting her by erasing most of its memory about the moment she realized that her brother was gone. She only knew vividly how she knelt on the ground, hugging herself while sobs racked through her aching body, and one question on her lips:

“Why do people always disappear around me?”

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MISS AMERICA | CHAPTER II

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

series summary: you're steve's sister, and bucky barnes' girlfriend. and maybe also a supersoldier from the 40s

chapter summary: you, bucky and steve go to the stark expo

chapter warnings: Food (popcorn), Bucky in that uniform (tell me if there are more!!)

A/N: hello guys i feel like shit but i hope this isn't shitty as well ALSO IM SO SORRY I POSTED THIS AFTER LIKE 2 MONTHS IM ON MY BREAK RN SO I MIGHT UPDATE THIS WEEK

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"You just don't know when to give up do ya?"

Steve breathed hard. "I can do this all day," he swung a punch at the insolent guy who had the audacity to disrespect the soldiers who were out protecting their country.

He blocked Steve's punch and sent him flying backwards into a trash can, that rattled on impact.

"HEY! Pick on someone your own size!" Bucky pulled the guy backwards out of the dingy alley they were in. He tried to punch Bucky but missed, allowing Bucky to punch him in return, and kick him out of the alley.

Bucky walked back to Steve, "sometimes, I think you like getting punched." "I had him on the ropes," Steve assured him, not very convincingly. Bucky bent down to pick up a letter that Steve had dropped. "How many times is this?" Bucky asked sarcastically.

He read the letter - no, enlistment form. "Ah, you're from Paramus now?" He asked condescendingly. Steve payed him no attention, focused on checking if he had bruised himself anywhere. "You know it's illegal to lie on your enlistment form. And seriously, Jersey?" He sighed.

Steve looked up to retort but he took in Bucky's appearance. He was wearing a uniform- a soldier's uniform. "You get your orders?" he asked.

Bucky took a deep breath and tried to appear as cocky and confident as he could, as he wanted to be what Steve wanted to be; a fighter. "The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thin tomorrow."

"Have you told her?"

"No, not yet. I'm planning to break the news to her after her shift. I'm picking her up."

"I should be going," Steve reluctantly sighed.

Bucky grinned, "Come on man," he hooked an arm around his shoulder, "It's my last night!" He pulled out the newspaper he'd been holding. "Gotta get you cleaned up," Bucky threw the enlistment form behind him. "Why? Where are we going," Bucky passed him the newspaper.

"The future."

You waited outside the hospital, already changed into the light grey dress Bucky told you to bring with you, as he said he would be bringing you out in the evening.

You saw two figures walking towards you, your brother and Bucky. Slightly disappointed that it wasn't just the two of you, you waved at them. "Ready to travel through time, doll?" Bucky jokingly asked, poking your waist with the newspaper he was holding.

"With you, always."

"I don't see what the problem is. You're about to be the the last eligible man in New York," Bucky justified after Steve complained about not being able to fight alongside Bucky. "You know there's about 3 and a half million women here."

"I'd settle for just one," Steve joked.

"Good thing I took care of that," you said as you waved to one of your colleagues you had asked to be Steve's date for today. She was complaining about wanting to go to the Stark Expo but not wanting to go alone. So, you set her up with Steve, and asked her to come to the Stark Expo.

Steve looked at you indignantly. "What did you tell her about me?" he grumbled, as he adjusted his hair.

"Only the good stuff," you smiled.

"Welcome to the modern marvels pavilion and the world of tomorrow; a greater world; a better world."

You and Bucky were walking ahead, hands intertwined, as you looked around at the magnificent innovations on display, all courtesy of Howard Stark. The applause coming from the stage drew your attention away from one of the exhibitions as you saw chorus girls lining up in front of a shiny dark grey automobile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Howard Stark!"

Howard Stark walked in flamboyantly, as one would expect the greatest innovator of the time to. One of the chorus girls walked over to take his hat, Howard thanking her with a kiss, and her passing the microphone over to him. A faint "I love you Howard!" was heard from the crowd making you and your colleague, Ruth, giggle. You and Bucky watched intently, while Steve, less interested, offered popcorn to Ruth. Ruth responding with a look that could have convinced someone that Steve was handing her a bag of dead rats, was enough to make Steve retreat his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't even have to touch the ground at all," He announced.

Gasps of astonishment filled the audience.

"With Stark Rubidic Reversion Technology, you'll be able to do just that."

"Once we get rich we should get one of those," you whispered to Bucky. He smiled at that.

Some girls pulled the tires off and carried them to the side.

Howard Stark turned a knob at the panel next to him, and pushed a lever upwards. The automobile started to float.

"Holy cow," you and Bucky said in sync.

Howard stark proudly smiled at the audience, but that pride didn't last long. Sparks started erupting near where the propelling devices were, and the car fell to the ground in a crash. You, Bucky, and Steve laughed while Ruth didn't look all that impressed.

"Now, I did say that it would take a few years, didn't I," Howard finished as the crowd broke out in applause again.

"Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls-" Bucky stopped as he noticed Steve wasn't next to him. "Where's Steve?" You asked.

"Beats me."

You looked around and found a small building that had a sign which you couldn't quite read. It was always like this. You tapped Bucky's shoulder, a silent plea for him to help you. Luckily, Bucky wasn't "mentally deficient" and "lazy" like you were called in school, and even at work; he read it. "United States Army Recruitment Centre," He laughed. "Knowing your brother he's probably in there, sulking about not being recruited into the army. Probably also conning his way in," he stated, gesturing at the building. "We should head there before he actually does that," you suggested. You turned to Ruth, but she wasn't there. You looked to where the crowd was scattering, and there she was, hurrying away, with her head down, trying not to be obvious. "I guess she wasn't that interested," you said to Bucky who had also spotted her.

"Let's go find Steve."

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