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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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Request idea: fake dating! I am a sucker for two idiots being oblivious and pining for each other

Thank you @iamthebeth for this lovely request!

I absolutely adore the fake dating trope <3 Sorry for the delay I had a lot of assignments to complete for uni, Hope y'all like it ;)

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Play Pretend

Pairings – Joaquin Torres X Avenger!Reader

Premise - fake dating! Y/N and Joaquin agree to be a fake couple as to not get attacked by the Avengers for being the only single people on the team, who knew there were true feelings involved?

Warnings - Canon level violence, mentions of injuries and blood

NOTE - Let's just ignore the events of Endgame (THREE YEARS AND IT STILL HURTS :') ) and assume that everyone survived the war, all of them live in the Avengers compound, The events of Hawkeye, Black Widow, and Shang Chi remains the same, and Yelena and Kate become a part of the team because I literally cannot imagine this fic without sassy comments from Tony and Nat XD

A guide for Russian and Spanish words is given below

You slam the conference room door with a loud thud. You needed a moment after your heated argument with Natasha. You can't believe this! She has been eating your ears out about getting in a relationship ever since she and Steve finally admitted their unresolved feelings and got together. Basically, everyone in the compound was either married, engaged, or dating someone. They even set up poor Bucky with the waitress from their regular Japanese place.

The only single person left is you. And Joaquin.

"Well, someone's in a fit today!"

Speak of the devil! You turn to see him sitting on a chair with his legs on the table, scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah, turns out being single is suddenly a war crime because I just got hounded by the Avengers for it."

He laughs out loud. "Yeah, you and me both!" he says

"Really?" You walk up to him and take a seat next to him.

"Sam and Bucky won't stop talking about their girlfriends, Tony just needs a reason to bring up the fact that marrying Pepper was the best decision of his life, and Clint always backs him up!" He looks at you and shrugs.

"I know right! It's the same with the girls. Wanda, Carol, especially Natasha. They always try to set me up with someone. It's frustrating." you slump back while saying so.

"We need to get them to back off." He says as he sits properly and looks at you.

"Torres, the only way that's happening is if we start dating someone!" you let out a humorless laugh and gaze at him.

Him. You sit up and you look at him with wide eyes. Torres narrows his eyes at you. "Y/N I hate to break it to you but I don't like it when you make that face."

"What?" you ask him bewildered.

"The last time you did so, we both got busted for changing Peter's shampoo with blue hair dye."

"Would you listen to me and then decide to judge me?" you pout at him.

"No, I'm not listening. We were on kitchen duty for the whole week!" He gets up and starts walking towards the door.

"Let's date each other!" You blurt out.

He turns to you and gives you his signature head-tilt-eyes-narrowed judgy look. "Seriously?"

You continue to talk while you walk up to him, "Okay just think about it. All of them are hassling us because we both are the only single people left in the compound. If we start dating then they will leave us alone. So, how about we pretend that we are dating each other and don't tell anyone, for some weeks or maybe a month or so? This way they will finally move on from us and once they are done, we can act a dramatic breakup and move on with our lives."

He nods and gives you an approving look. "Okay."

"I can't believe you’re agreeing with me!"

"Yeah, I mean why not? This has to be the best idea you ever came up with." He smirks.

"Ha. Ha, very funny." you mock him in a pitchy voice.

---

Yelena, Peter, Kate, Joaquin, and you, the new members of The Avengers were pretty close. Lacking experience, being treated as a kid, and belonging to the same age group, you all were thick as thieves. You and Joaquin, more than others. Being one of the few avengers without any superpowers, you were able to relate with each other a lot. You trained together, played pranks on everyone, and had each other's backs during missions. There were suspicions from Peter and Kate about you two dating, so it was quite easy to pull off the whole fake dating thing.

You started by being extra clingy in front of everyone, holding hands, calling each other by cute nicknames, and slipping into each other's rooms late at night when you knew either Bucky or Thor were up so that they witness it. In reality, you binge-watched your favorite shows all night and looked tired in the morning. Which somehow worked in your favor because Kate thought you were up doing ‘something’ else.

When Natasha finally asked you after a week if you and Joaquin were dating, you said yes, acting all shy and flustered. He did the same with Sam and Bucky. You earned a comment or two from Tony like, “You two are so cute together! You make me sick” and Clint just shouting about being safe and protected every time you went to sleep in each other's rooms.

The ladies left you alone, their new victim being Shuri every time she called. Joaquin told you that Sam and Bucky were quiet too, and there were fewer discussions about his love life. You both were happy with how things turned out.

Plus, it turned out you enjoyed each other's company a lot. You could swear he blushed every time you call him, “Joaco” and every time he is in close proximity, your heart beats faster. You convinced yourself it's only because you spent too much time together and nothing else.

But everything changed after one fateful mission.

---

You run to the medical wing, as soon as the quinjet lands. Kate runs behind you, calling you to slow down. He was hurt, badly. You should have been looking out: -

"Are you sure?" You call out as he was fixing his gear. You and Kate were supposed to check the surrounding buildings for threats, while Sam, Peter, and Joaquin were going to fly there and extract data. Then you would meet at the top and go back. The

"Y/N, it’s a data extraction mission, and we have intel it’s pretty deserted. Think I can survive one mission without you." he smiles but watching your worried expression, he kisses your forehead and gives you a hug. You hold on to him, "stay safe Joaco" you murmur on his chest. You feel his chest rumble with a laugh as he let go of you.

"You too, Querido" he gives you a smile and jumps off the Quinjet.

Turns out the factory was filled with rogue Hydra agents, and so were the surrounding buildings. You and Kate teamed up to take down as many as you can, and you saw Peter extracting the data on a drive while Sam and Joaquin fought the others. You also saw a Hydra agent you just kicked down picking up his gun, and before you could reach him or shout out, He shot Joaquin.

You tried to reach out but Sam flew away with him to the compound, and you took all your anger out on as many Hydra agents as you can.

You enter the wing to see the whole team there. Sam was sitting on a chair beside Natasha, as Steve and Tony were busy talking to Dr. Cho.

He looked up to see you standing at the door with Peter and Kate running behind you. "I'm sorry kid, he took a pretty big hit," Sam says. That was enough to send you crying on the floor. Kate catches up with you and holds you. Peter helps you on a chair and sits there with you, while you let your tears fall in a cry hugging Kate.

---

He was shot twice with bullets hitting him in his arm and abdomen. He was stable but nobody was allowed to see him, no matter how much you pleaded with Dr. Cho. Kate took you back to your room and stayed there while you cried. You must have fallen asleep sometime after that because you wake up to see Peter, still in his suit, sleeping on a chair next to your bed.

"Hey, you're up!" Kate's voice alerted you. She enters the room balancing three huge mugs of coffee on a tray. She takes the seat next to you and hands you one, "Thought you might need this."

"Thanks, Kate" you give her a tired smile while taking sips of your coffee.

"You didn't go back to your room?" you ask her. "We weren't going to leave you alone here. And I couldn’t sleep.” She looks down with a saddened expression. You could understand how Kate feels, Joaquin is her friend.

“Anyways”, she gives you a sideways glance, "Did you tell him you love him yet? Or are you waiting for the right moment?" You look at her with a blank expression.

She looks at you with a head tilt, "Y/N, I know you love him. Does he know?"

Love.

And suddenly all of it made sense. How you laughed at his silly bird jokes, how you felt at peace when you lie with him listening to music, how you got butterflies every time you were too close, how your one priority during missions was to have his back, looking out for him, and the dread you felt when you saw him being shot, and couldn’t do anything.

Before you could process the feelings Kate just made you realize you had, Peter threw another bombshell on you,

"And boy does he loves you too."

"WHAT?" you whip your head at him, faster than ever.

He gives you a tired smile, "He loves you so much Y/N. I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at you."

---

He was sent back to his room a few days after the accident, but you couldn’t face him after realizing your true feelings for him. How this fake charade turned into something real, you had no idea. Now you stood in front of his door holding two cups of hot cocoa, debating whether you should see him or not.

You muster up all your courage and open the door. You see him sitting on his bed, leaning on the headboard reading a book. He wore a grey t-shirt and cargo pants, his dog tags hanging out, and had a sling around his right arm.

“Took you long enough.” You look at his face to see him smiling at you.

“Hey, I bought cocoa” you move towards him.

You see his eyes light up like a child, “Y/N, you know me too well” He laughs as you hand him his cup.

Now normally, you would flop next to him and talk for hours, trying to distract him from his injuries, but this time you sit on the chair next to his bed and sip your cocoa silently.

“How are you?” he asks. “I should be the one asking you the same question. Given the fact that you wouldn’t be in this situation if I was there with you.” You blurt out.

He takes a long breath and says, “Y/N, what happened there…”

But you cut him off, “If I was there, I could have stopped him. I was the one who kicked him down, If I was fast enough…” no longer being able to hold it in, you break down

“Hey, hey, Y/N look at me” You look through your teary eyes at him. He leans forward and cradles your face with his good arm, “It was not your fault, okay? What happened was an unfortunate accident. You saw it and tried to reach me, that’s what matters okay?” he caresses your cheeks to wipe out the fallen tears.

You couldn’t stop yourself from getting on the bed beside him. You stay there, leaning your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him, while he pulls you in. “Are you okay?” you ask him while playing with his dog tags. He gives you a warm smile, “I’m fine Carino”

And there it was again, the butterflies you felt every time he called you by his favorite nickname for you. You see him looking at you, running his fingers through your hair.

“In fact, I will feel even better if you watch a movie with me.” He looks at you mischievously. You laugh as you take his laptop from the bedside table., playing the movie you, both loved more than anything.

“Can you stay tonight?” He asks you after you finish The empire strikes back, “Sure.” You reply, smiling back at him.

---

You wake up the next day with him sleeping peacefully next to you. You realize how close you two are at the moment. You could feel his heat radiating on the side of your body. Your legs entangled, his face inches apart from yours. The soft light of dawn illuminated his face, and he looked like the princes you would read in fairy tales. And you never wanted to kiss someone so badly before.

“I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me,” you whisper as to not wake him up. You gently caress your fingers on his face, closing your eyes because you don’t have it in you to look at him and say those words, “I love you Joaquin” you confess under your breath.

“I know” his voice startles you as you look at him with wide eyes. He was looking at you with his sleepy eyes as he smirked. “And I love you too.” He speaks.

You freeze at his words. Watching you unable to say anything, he continues, “I kind of had a crush on you since you beat the shit out of those aliens on our first mission as avengers, I wanted to ask you out but I was scared that you don’t like me like that. And then you put out the idea…”

“…of us fake dating. And you took it.” You complete his sentence.

He buries his face in the pillows and brings you closer by your waist. “I just wanted to feel what it was like to be with you. I thought you would stray away once I confessed.” He pauses, just to look at you, “What happened, it was never fake for me” You look him in the eyes to see sincerity pouring out of them.

This time, you scoot closer to him. “I didn’t know I loved you until I almost lost you.” You say, “I don’t want to lose you, Joaquin.” You press your forehead against his.

“Does that mean, I can kiss you?” He asks.

When you first started this, you made a deal to never kiss, not in private or in front of others. You considered it a bit too intimate for a fake relationship. But now, you didn’t give him an answer, instead, you press your lips against his. It was almost a gentle brush at first, which soon turned feral. Without breaking the kiss, you straddled him in his lap while he sat up and grabbed your waist. You’ve never been happier than this moment.

“Пиздец! at least close the door you idiots!” you break out from your trance and turn around to see Yelena standing in the doorway with a horrified looking Peter beside her. You quickly climb off of Joaquin and he scooted away from you.

Yelena looks at Peter, “Now you believe me?” Peter whines as she digs out a 20 from her pocket and hands it to Yelena.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Joaquin asked them in bewilderment.

Yelena looks at you, “I knew about the whole fake dating thing. I tried to tell everyone but nobody believed me, so I made a bet. If I was right everyone will give me 20 dollars”

You couldn’t wrap your mind around the whole thing, “Wait! How did you…”

“How did I know you were fake dating? I was in the vents above the conference room when you two came up with the whole idea. And also, we overheard you while crossing the hallway. The door was open” she says with a sarcastic smile.

Joaquin falls back under the covers to hide his face, while you look at her with wide eyes, “Why were you in the vents?”

She looks you dead in the eyes and says, “That’s none of your business. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get my money” saying so she leaves, but comes back to drag a still shocked Peter along with her, “You’re my witness, Parker. Come on!”

You look at Joaquin after they leave. He was in shock but still, he manages to come out remove the covers and say, “So,”

“So?” you ask him.

“Sam and Bucky will never shut up about this.” He huffs out.

You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at this, “We are getting kitchen duty for the whole month.”

“Nah, at least a year.”

That makes you laugh even more. He laughs with you.

“Wanna get back to what we were up to?” he looks at you as he slowly wraps his arm around your waist.

“Gladly!” you smile as he pulls you in for a kiss.

Пиздец [Piz-dets] - Damn it || Querido - Darling || Cariño - Honey/Darling

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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 3 years

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just for you, honeybee (6/?)

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic), natasha romanoff x reader (platonic), bruce banner x reader (y/n is a big fan of his), tony stark x reader, bucky barnes x reader

warnings: mention of bucky, fighting, training, mention of guns, takes place during The Avengers

words: 3,359

a/n: part 6! i honestly don't know how long this series will be, but i think i may end it at either endgame or TFATWS. so basically going through all the movies lmao, but skipping over a few. i just want honeybee and bucky to be happy but gotta add some angst.

Transitioning into a new world, the year of 2011, was no easy feat, and you appreciated Director Fury being somewhat patient and honest about how much has changed. Him, and apparently one of your biggest ‘fans,’ Phil Coulson, have been the most helpful with your adjustment, teaching you all about the new technology and supplying you with a new phone, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, along the way, were a few speedbumps. You and Steve trained consistently in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gym, almost leaving no room for sleep or taking proper care of yourselves. You both knew it was terrible, you should be looking out for one another, but the loss and confusion overran your needs to live a normal life. However, over time, he seemed to adjust better than you, as expected. Even though Steve had only been awake a few months before you, he jumped right back into the new world.

For you and Steve, the both of you had seen Bucky a few weeks ago; you had seen Steve a few minutes ago, from the time you had woken up. To everyone else in the world, including Steve, however, that was history, a moment written in textbooks ages ago; and for Captain Rogers, that moment was months ago.

In your mind, you deserved to release your anger out on some punching bags.

It had taken Director Fury and Agent Coulson a while until they shared the news to you and Steve, that Peggy was alive. They had claimed that since they found Steve, high hopes were in store for finding you, hence saving off on telling him beforehand. Steve had immediately wanted to see her but you hesitated; what would Peggy say to the both of you? How would she react to you both being alive? No matter, Steve had begged you to come along to visit Peg and you caved, giving him some time with her before he called you in.

Peggy’s eyes lit up, “y/n, you’re alive! Sweetheart…”

You smiled, pulling up a chair next to her, “hey, Peggy. How’s the strongest woman alive doin’?”

She sighed, grasping your hand, “better…much better. Howard never stopped looking for you, the both of you. He’d be so happy to see you.”

You sucked in a breath as her eyes turned glossy, “we know, Pegs. We know.”

She held back her tears as she continued, “he had a son, Anthony; just as stubborn but smart as Howard. You’d love him.”

Steve chuckled, “sounds like a handful.”

Peggy laughed before falling into a coughing fit, turning away for a few seconds. After regaining her breath, she turned towards you and Steve, “Steve! Y/N! You – you’re both alive; you came back!”

Steve gave a sad smile as your face fell, “yeah, Peggy, we did…”

Steve’s eyes teared up, “I couldn’t leave my best girl; not when she owes me a dance.”

Over time, the visits to Peggy became too much and you needed to rest. So, with little convincing to Director Fury, you found yourself in a small cabin in Bozeman, Montana, with frequent visits by both Coulson and your new female friend, Natasha Romanoff. At first, you hated the idea of someone visiting you during your time to reflect, but once you realized that she wanted to help you train and become used to your super serum abilities, you appreciated the company.

You barely had any time to adjust to your newfound strength, among other things, and you slowly became grateful that Natasha had joined you over the course of a few months. Sure, sometimes she was so nosy and bossy, waking you up in the ungodly hours of the morning to train, but she had slowly become one of your closest friends.

Honestly, some days it felt as if you just met Natasha the day before:

You stood in Fury’s office, arms crossed, as he stood adjacent to you, Coulson awkwardly standing beside him. “Why are you sending a babysitter to a place where I am supposed to be, oh, I don’t know, relaxing? Reflecting?”

Director Fury grumbled for the umpteenth time, “because, Agent L/N, you never know when the day will come where we will need you and Rogers, along with your special abilities. You are unskilled in hand-in-hand combat, among other areas in defense, and it’d be nice to enhance our agents.”

You uncrossed your arms, still very pissed off, “I don’t want them to visit me every day. That’s my one condition. I need time, Nick; I feel like I haven’t properly…taken everything in. I just want time to myself.”

Phil spoke up beside Fury, “and we respect that, Y/N, we truly do. But we hope you also see where we are coming from. Natasha Romanoff is very skilled in her profession and understands your situation – you’re in good hands.”

“Phil, you’re making me blush,” a female monotonous voice spoke.

Whipping your head around, you were met with a beautiful redhead who definitely seemed like an Agent, someone who meant all business. You’d learn later on that was just a façade.

“I- Y/N L/N, you must be Agent Romanoff,” you said, holding out your hand.

Natasha grinned, shaking your hand in hers, “just call me Nat, Agent sounds too formal. I look forward to seeing what that super soldier serum truly did to you.”

Apparently, not too much as she continuously kicked your ass in combat.

Training with Natasha was, well, with your lack of combat, embarrassing. You had your ass handed to you so many times, it was a bit pathetic – but she always told you that you were improving. You used your heightened senses to your advantage, listening to her footsteps and figuring out what move she intended to use next. You hesitated to use your strength at first, but with continued training, you knew Nat could handle it.

With Nat, you also became very skilled in shooting handguns, rifles, the whole nine. Your aim was impeccable and target training was becoming a breeze. The thought of shooting someone terrified you at first, but when Nat reminded you that hesitation could get you killed, you understood – there was no room for mistakes.

During your stay in Montana, you kept in touch with Steve, but only through short texts. He was not thrilled with you leaving him, but he understood where you were coming from; you needed to mourn but also keep busy, careful to not fall into a dark abyss. Fury kept you updated, telling you that he had pushed himself into training continuously and visiting Peggy all he could. You knew seeing Peg was doing Steve no good whatsoever, and your heart ached...but at least he got to see his long love.

Nat had been there when Bucky’s birthday passed, holding you as you cried, unable to leave your bed the day of and a few after. She held you as you yelled at the sky for taking away the most important person in your life, leaving you so alone. She knew you had Steve, but it wasn’t the same – you needed Bucky. But she also knew by letting you cry, your emotions out of your body, you’d feel so much more at peace.

And she was right.

Natasha also told you about Howard's son, Anthony, and from what you saw on the news, that was definitely Howard's kid. Tony was arrogant, self-absorbed, but did what he thought was right. After his declaration of being Iron Man, you followed Tony all over the internet, but hearing first hand from Natasha of the man that Tony was...Howard would be proud. You wished to meet him, you did, but something pulled at your heart, telling you that Tony probably hated you for taking his dad from him, forcing Howard to become obsessed with finding you and Steve and thus, costing him his life.

Natasha told you he might see you in that light, yes, but if you ever got to know Tony, he'd warm up.

You weren’t healed and you still weren’t okay, but you were…better. You hated whatever being there was in the sky for taking your James, but you came to terms with it. But the one thing you were so resentful about was the fact that there was no body, no funeral for him.

Becca hated that, too.

You had visited her in her old age, just like Peggy, and the two of you held hands as you talked about James and Steve – your boys. She had missed you so much, just like she missed Jamie, and she understood your pain the best. She had tried to encourage a search party for him, to have some closure, but the government refused. He was gone, and they couldn’t send more men to find a disfigured body.

You hated thinking about that, what James would look like. It haunted you in your nightmares, waking you up in the wee hours of the morning, his frostbitten body staring right back at you. Phil had found you a morning after such nightmare, sitting on your porch in nothing but an oversized shirt and a blanket around your shoulders, cheeks wet with fresh tears.

You sniffled once more, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, watching as a black car parked into your dirt driveway. The car opened and Phil Coulson emerged, as expected - on time for your monthly visits. Hugging onto the blanket tighter, you shivered against the cold air, hoping Phil would just leave upon noticing your state.

He did the exact opposite.

Phil took off his jacket, resting it upon your shoulders even though you had the blanket. You sniffled, inhaling his scent, and hugged the jacket closer, feeling Phil take a seat next to you on your wooden bench.

"I always found snow to be soft, almost like a cloud, falling down upon it when James and I would make snow angels," you began. A shiver ran down your spine as you continued, "but now, I can't help but think of his body just...plopping onto the ground so roughly that he was hurting, still alive, yelling out for anyone and..."

Phil ran his hand over your head, brushing your hair back, "freezing."

You glanced to Phil, "freezing to...to death. He must've been so scared, I-"

Phil shushed you as the tears formed, "no what if's, y/n. He's safe now - that's what matters most. You're okay, and so is he."

Your bottom lip trembled as you held onto the dog tags, nodding to Phil's words, "you're right, as always."

Phil gave a tight smile, "let's go inside and heat up some milk, 'm getting tired myself." Coulson held your hand for the rest of the night.

Trying to convince yourself to get some closure, you told yourself that the next time you were in Washington D.C., you’d visit the museum and read all about Bucky, all that he had done, and see the amazed looks of citizens who saw him as a hero. Your James Barnes was a hero to so many people, including yourself, and you should be able to celebrate his goodness from when he was alive.

You were going to go the next day until Director Fury knocked on your door at 2:30 in the morning, holding a file labeled “CLASSIFIED.”

You raised an eyebrow, “couldn’t have given me this at a decent time?”

He narrowed his good eye, “it’s urgent, didn’t have time for formalities, your highness.”

With a snort, you grabbed the folder from his hands, “glad you know how to properly address me. What time do we leave?”

Fury tilted his head toward the quinjet, directing your eyes toward Steve who stood alongside Natasha, “once you get dressed, Agent. You’ll have time to look over the file in the jet.”

You weren’t sure why you got dressed so fast; seeing Steve for the first time in about 6 months, finally going on a mission, or just getting some new sense of scenery. Either way, you engulfed Steve in a hug and he laid a hand on the back of your head, “hey, honeybee.”

Your heart ached whenever he called you that, but you figured it was one of the last things he could hold onto Bucky as his dog tags laid against your chest, “hey, Stevie. So, what’s the deal?”

Reading over the file while Nat gave more information about Clint – someone else who you had grown quite close to – you grew confused. You looked to Steve, “the Tesseract. That’s the blue cube that…disintegrated Schmidt, right?”

Steve nodded, “looks like Howard recovered it and it’s been in S.H.I.E.L.D.’s hands since, but this guy, Loki, wants something to do with it – Hydra’s secret weapon.”

Fury spoke up from the front of the jet, “that scepter he has, it controls the minds of anyone it touches, including one of my sharpest agents. The Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy – that’s something the world sorely needs. Falls into the wrong hands, well…”

You shook your head, “you shoulda left it in the ocean.”

Silence overtook the quinjet until Phil came over to your seat, sitting beside you, “I’d like you to come along to recruit another member, if you don’t mind.”

You gave a small smile to Phil, “um, yeah, that’s fine. Where we goin’ and who are we recruiting, Coulson?”

Phil seemed a bit nervous as he spared a glance to Nat, who nodded her head, “Tony Stark, Iron Man.”

You sucked in a breath, “Howard’s son? You want me to come along?”

Phil laid his own hand upon yours that rested in your lap, file forgotten about, “I do, and I hope you wouldn’t mind tagging along.”

Holding back your tears, you nodded, “yeah, yeah, I’ll come. When do we leave?”

“Once we land in D.C., we’ll take a quick trip to New York. Easy car ride.”

You squinted your eyes, “isn’t that like, a 6-hour drive?”

Phil gave an uneasy smile, “not with me driving, we’ll be there in 2.”

You chuckled, “as long as I get there alive, I don’t really care how we get there.”

In all honesty, the drive to Stark Tower was relatively calm, save for swerving through traffic and going way too fast for your liking. Once you arrived, you and Phil talked to the impressive AI named JARVIS who told you both that he was informing Mr. Stark of your arrival.

“Impressive Artificial Intelligence,” you whispered to Phil, “definitely Howard's kid.”

Phil was about to respond until JARVIS spoke up, “Mr. Stark is not in, Agent Coulson.”

Your friend pursed his lips together, “please tell Tony that this is urgent and we need to speak. Now.”

Very quickly, Tony ignored your calls until Phil hacked into the system, overriding JARVIS and his protocols. Phil spoke into the phone, pulling you inside the elevator, “Mr. Stark, we need to talk.”

Tony sighed on the other line, “you have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. Please leave a message.”

Phil rolled his eyes, causing you to let out a snort, along with Pepper Potts on the other line, “this is urgent, Tony.”

You and Phil stood in the elevator, about to reach his floor as Tony responded, “then leave it urgently.” Right on cue, the elevator doors opened and Tony held up his glass of champagne, “security breach, it’s on you.”

Tony’s eyes glanced over your figure as you stood beside Phil, Pepper getting up from the floor to greet him, “Phil! Come in. I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met yet, Miss?”

You smiled at Pepper, meeting her halfway and shaking her hand, “Agent Y/N L/N, Miss Potts.”

Tony stood beside Pepper, “the infamous Miss America, Cap’s sidekick. How’s S.H.I.E.L.D. treating you? Always annoying you with something, barging in without your knowledge, telling you that you've been asleep for 70 years?”

Phil spoke for you, “I’m afraid we can’t stay. We need you to look this over as soon as possible.”

Tony shook his head, “I don’t like being handed things.”

You let out a chuckle as Pepper took the folder, “that’s fine, because I love to be handed things. So, let’s trade.” With a quick switch of hands, Pepper gave Tony the folder as she handed Phil the glass of champagne, “thank you. Anything for you, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “no thank you, Miss Potts.”

You took a moment to look Tony over. Peggy was not kidding – he looked exactly like Howard, and certainly acted like him, too. They had the same eyes, the same face, and the same attitude; it was almost like looking at a clone of Howard. Your eyes filled with unshed tears but you pushed them back, taking a small breath as Phil continued, “this is not a consultation.”

Pepper’s eyes grew wide, “is this about the Avengers? Which I know nothing about.” She looked guilty once the words slipped.

Tony sighed as he walked away, opening up the folder and looking through it quickly, “the Avengers initiative was scrapped, I thought – and I didn’t even qualify.”

Pepper shrugged, “I didn’t know that, either.”

Tony continued, “apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, don’t play well with others.”

You mumbled, “kind of like Howard.” Tony pointed his finger towards you as he nodded, “and she speaks of him!”

Pepper nodded her head, “that I did know,” ignoring his comment towards you.

Phil shifted his weight, “this isn’t about personality profiles anymore.”

Tony grunted, “whatever. Ms. Potts, got a second?”

As the two were talking, screens were lit up of you, Steve, and others fighting, and you stumbled back with a slight gasp, still new to the whole holographic stuff of technology. Phil turned towards you, asking you if you were okay with a look, and you nodded. Pepper looked towards you both and back to Tony, whispering, “maybe while working on this, you can get to know her. Get to know your dad. I’ll take the jet to D.C. tonight. You have homework – a lot of homework.”

The two kissed before Pepper headed your way, “so, any chance you two are driving by LaGuardia?”

Phil nodded, “I can drop you.” Pepper smiled, “fantastic!”

The two began to walk towards the elevator as you looked on at Tony who held a holographic Tesseract in his hand. In that moment, your brain convinced yourself that was Howard, your Howie.

Tony turned towards you, “you joining them or you just gonna stare?”

You took a step back, a frown on your face as you mumbled an apology, meeting Pepper and Phil in the elevator. Pepper turned your way as the doors closed, “I’m sorry about him. When it comes to his dad and you, he gets a bit…”

You finished her sentence, “jealous. He missed out on a lot and I can imagine Howard spent too much time talking about me or Steve instead of him. I understand.”

Pepper gave a tight smile.

In a few short hours, you, Phil, Steve, and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents were on your way to the helicarrier, something that only a few of you knew about. You sat next to Steve, looking over Dr. Bruce Banner’s files, examining videos of him as Hulk, and how he was trying to recreate the super soldier serum. You had known about Dr. Banner and honestly, had become one of his fans – when he was in his human form, of course. His works on nuclear physics and gamma radiation greatly interested you and upon reading many of his published articles, you had completely forgotten about his condition. Having the opportunity to meet him in person was certainly one of your dreams and you just knew Bucky was making fun of you for being such a dork.

Phil stood up from his seat, walking towards you and Steve, leaning above you both. Steve looked to Phil, “this Dr. Banner was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?”

Phil nodded, “after Howard Stark’s death in 1991, Dr. Banner made it his mission to replicate it. A lot of people were. You – you both – were the world’s first superheroes. Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine’s original formula.”

Steve looked uneasy, “didn’t really go his way, did it?”

Phil shifted his weight as he looked towards you, then to Steve, “not so much. When he’s not that thing, though,” you interrupted him with a glare, “sorry, the Hulk, the guy’s like a Stephen Hawking.”

Steve looked to you, confusion written on his face. You shrugged, “a really smart person.”

Silence enveloped the three of you until you nodded to Phil, urging him to continue. Phil seemed all giddy, “I gotta say, it’s an honor to meet you officially. I’ve sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.”

You snorted as Steve nervously smiled at Phil, covering your face as he continued, “I mean, I was present while you were unconscious from the ice.” Steve stood up as you continued laughing, making his way to the front of the jet, “you know, it’s just a huge honor to have you on board this.”

You followed Phil, clapping him on the back as Steve overlooked the ocean, “thank you for that, Phil, truly.”

Steve elbowed you as he mumbled, “I hope we’re the people for the job.”

Phil’s eyes lit up, “oh, you are – you both are, absolutely! We, uh, made some modifications to your suits, by the way.”

You glanced towards Phil – now this was what you missed.

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