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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Ocean Eyes - Part 10

A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.

Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.

Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.

"Are you staying at Chris's too?"

"I am!"

"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"

"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.

"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into".

While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.

"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"

"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.

"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.

"You and Mason leaving?"

"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"Come on sweetheart we should go"

"Yeah sure, take care Brian"

"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"

"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.

"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."

Was he serious right now??

"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.

"What?"

Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.

"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"

"What did you say to him?"

"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"

"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."

"Im Fine"

"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."

"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.

"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.

"Scott i swear to god...."

"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"

"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.

The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!

"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."

"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"

"Right, Marvel owned it before"

"No...."

"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"

"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.

"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"

"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"

"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"

"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.

"Maybe i should do it too"

"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"

"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."

"Sorry...."

"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".

After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!

"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.

"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.

"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."

"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.

"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.

"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.

"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.

"Okay you did good, i love this"

"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.

"You don't have to do that...."

"You kidding me? I want to"

"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".

"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.

Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!

"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.

"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"

"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.

"Night bro, love ya".

Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.

"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.

"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".

While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.

"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.

"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.

"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"

"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"

"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"

"He’s just missing the beard"

"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"

"No but he's got your attitude and sass"

"Hey!"

"Im kidding.... mostly"

"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.

"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"

"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"

"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.

"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."

"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"

"Chris....."

"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"

"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"

"Oh...."

"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.

"Why isn't Lindsey here?"

"What?...."

"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."

Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??

"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"

"What?... when?"

"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."

I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.

“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”

“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”

“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.

I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.

It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

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itsroguelife · 5 years

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Bellarke at Vormir AU

ONE SHOT TIME, WE HAVE BELARKE IN MARVEL, GOING TO VORMIR... WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WHO WILL MAKE THE SACRIFICE? Read this oneshot to find out.....

WAKANDA

"Bellamy?"

Bellamy turned to hear his sister's voice after he watched TChalla and Groot disappear into ash, he saw Octavia holding up her hand as it began to disintegrate.

"O?"

Bellamy ran as he caught her as she collapsed into his arms hugging him, "Bell- don't let me go! Please, I'm scared- Don't let go!" She pleaded terrified of the darkness.

He held onto her tears welling up in his eyes, "O- please..." As his pleads barely left his mouth Octavia Blake became non-existent in his arms...

TITAN

Clarke walked with the group towards the Guardian's ship, she was having issues with her side that was no longer bleeding thanks to Stark helping her but still it hurt like a bitch.

Madi was back near Peter talking to him about the fight, Clarke noticed her little crush on Stark's prodigy, it was kind of cute actually. She swears Stark is already planning their wedding.

Madi came up to her as she gave her a worried look, "you okay?"

Clarke caressed her cheek, "I'm okay," she smiled, "how's your head?"

Madi had gotten hit by Thanos, making Clarke freak out and hit him with a power blast, protective mother mode man.

"It's okay," she smiled, "it's not bad anymore, I'm thriving."

"Good girl."

Mantis looked up, "something's happening?"

They looked at her as suddenly she disappeared into dust.

Everyone jumped back expecting this as Clarke grabbed onto Madi's arm.

"Quill?"

Drax was next as he became dust.

"C-Clarke what is happening?" Madi asked.

Clarke shook her head, "T-Thanos-"

"Steady Quill," Tony tried.

"Oh man."

Just like that he disappeared too.

"Stark," Clarke called as the man looked at her, she shook her head scared for herself and more importantly Madi.

"C-Clarke?"

She turned as she saw Madi's left arm start to turn to dust.

"NO!"

She reached for her child as she turned to dust at her finger tips.

She froze as she felt her knees collapse under her feet.

Madi...

No...

Not her...

Why couldn't it have been me?

5 YEARS LATER

Clarke pulled her hair back in a pony tail as she sat on the counter taking a drink of her whiskey, she took a deep breath feeling sad again. It's been 5 years but her hearts still shattered.

She lives at the Avengers Compound with Natasha, it's better than being alone...

"You okay?"

She closed her eyes feeling annoyed, "I don't need a therapy session Steve."

Steve just leaned against the door frame, "I'm not here as a therapist I'm here as a friend."

"Well your friend is busy."

"Busy drinking?"

She just gave him a look as he smiled, "don't become Bellamy, please, I know who you are, you would never waste your life. You are a hero, Clarke."

"A failure you mean."

"Don't say that, we couldn't stop him, but that doesn't mean we can't move on."

"Move on?!" Clarke suddenly threw the whiskey at the wall as Steve frowned, she put her head in her hands.

"Clarke..."

"Look I'm sorry alright?" She whispered not looking up, "it's just... It doesn't feel like it's been five years since Thanos did what he did. It's like I'm watching the world slowly go back to the way it was but I'm just stuck... I lost everything that day, my friends... My daughter. I lost and I'm still lost. How am I supposed to move on? How are we supposed to move on? After so many people are gone because of our failure?"

"It's hard," Steve told her as tears fell, "but we have to find a way to move on, I tell that to the group everyday so yes it's a force of habit but I know we can. We lost, yes, but we are still here. The world is in our hands."

Clarke closed her eyes.

"I just wish we could go back..."

"Let me get this straight," Bellamy began after they explained the idea of time travel to him, "you're telling me that you all want to go back in time before the snap and bring them all back?"

They all stared at him as he became angry, he had been getting drunk none stop since the Snap so he was very much drunk, "you expect me to believe this shit?!"

Raven looked at him, "Scott thinks there's a way too-"

"To what?" He hissed, "bring back billions and billions of dead people? You are all insane!"

Steve stepped up, "son, you need to listen to us-"

He hit his hand off his shoulder, "do not call me son, I'm not your son so stop acting like a concerned father Everytime you see me! I lost my sister and Ive accepted i can't bring her back!"

"By drinking all the time?" Raven asked.

"I don't expect you to understand Raven, you didn't lose your other half!"

Raven looked down as she looked at Nat who sat quietly.

"Bellamy," Clarke walked in, it had taken her a minute as well to believe but now she does, "we can't let Thanos get away with this, we can bring Octavia back, we can bring Madi back," a hopeful smile spread on her lips.

Bellamy breathed heavily, "Clarke..." He hadn't seen her in almost a year, it was strange seeing her again, her hair was longer a little under her shoulders, she looked good all things considered.

"I... I can't, no, no, I won't put my hope in something impossible. I can't have that pain hit me, I wouldn't survive it."

With that Bellamy walked out as they all sighed.

"He'll come around," Natasha spoke, "with Tony on board, we can do this and he'll see that there is hope."

Clarke nodded, hope... Yes, that's what she needs. Hope to get everyone back. To give Madi her future. That's all that matters.

Whatever it takes.

"So all we have to do is go back and get the stones before Thanos gets them," Scott recapped as they stood in the time travel suits on the Quantum Tunnel.

"Is that all?" Clarke asked chuckling nervously.

"No time for humor," Steve says, "we all have our missions, get the stones and bring them back, we are all going to a place we may know but doesn't mean we should expect what is coming. We all have our missions, get it done."

"He's pretty good at that."

"Right?"

Raven and Natasha was hanging back as the others were on this Time Heist.

Clarke's helmet turned on as she felt the Quantum Tunnel swallow her as well as her team!

They traveled to their each targets as Clarke and Bellamy traveled to 2014 with Nebula and Rhodey.

"Be safe," Rhodey tells Clarke as he engulfed the girl he cared about in a hug.

"You too, Rhodey," Clarke smiled.

Bellamy gave Nebula a half hug as she had really helped him along the way of losing his sister, "come back safely."

"You too," Nebula said as she nodded.

"Watch eachothers six!"

Clarke and Bellamy smiled at their friend as they always watched eachothers backs, she placed a hand on his shoulder smiling at Bellamy as they got into the ship.

They sat in the flyers seats watching as space went by, Clarke smiled in wonder as Bellamy looked at her admiring her, "we are far from the drop ship, Princess."

Clarke and Bellamy arrived on Vormir, it was a beautiful but eerie place, a place that Clarke would never want to stay on- it seemed like death and she didn't want to be forever surrounded in that.

They climbed the mountain getting tired as they reached the top.

"I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain," Bellamy groaned.

Clarke laughed, "yeah well, they always give us the /fun/ adventures."

"Welcome," suddenly they both got in stance against the person who spoke, "Clarke daughter of Jake."

Clarke stiffened at the mention of her father.

"Bellamy son of Markus."

Bellamy shifted at the mention of his father he only knew as his biological father after his death.

"Who are you?" Bellamy ordered for answers.

"I am like you," Red Skull told them, "I am someone who also seeked the stones but i wasn't worthy and they left me as someone who only gave others safe passage to the stones."

Bellamy glanced at Clarke who was also confused, "we didn't ask for a history lesson, red face."

"Where's the Soul Stone?" Clarke asked cutting to the chase eager to get Madi back.

"It is here."

Red Skull led them to a cliff edge.

"Its down there?" Bellamy asked.

"What lies infront of you is what you seek but also what you fear," Red Skull told them, "to get the Stone requires eternal sacrifice- a soul," Bellamy and Clarke looked at eachother, "for a soul."

"I dont understand," Clarke spoke as she turned, "how do we get the Soul Stone?"

"And actually explain it please," Bellamy told him.

"To get the Soul Stone you must lose what you love," Red Skull told them, "it demands a sacrifice, a soul for a soul, eternal sacrifice..."

Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake both realized what he had meant as they felt their stomachs fall.

Clarke sat in denial her mind thinking about what had to be done and Bellamy was in denial trying to annoy Red skull.

"Hello!" He waved at him chuckling, "haha, fucking bullshit," he shook his head as he looked at Clarke, "this is bullshit, he's hiding the stone, this has to be a trick."

Clarke shook her head, "I don't think so..."

"Why?" Bellamy questioned, "Clarke, this isnt a sacrifice situation, we have to fight for this. This is our stand."

"No," she stood, "Thanos came here with Gamora, he left without her and with the Soul Stone! How do you think he got it!"

Bellamy stood their wordless.

"Eternal sacrifice," Clarke repeated, "a soul for a soul."

Bellamy took a heavy breath, looking down, he remembered his sister, "my sister, my responsibility... Whatever it takes."

Clarke smiled sadly, "whatever it takes."

Bellamy met Clarke's eyes, "Clarke... I have to tell you something," he took a deep breath deciding to admit what he had hid for so long, soon his time will come to an end for his sister, "I-"

"I love you," Clarke spoke first her heart pounding out of her chest, "I know... I should have told you so many times but now- now it's too late, I can't die before I tell you-"

He cut off her rambling by pulling her into a kiss, his arm around her waist as she touched his face kissing him back.

"I love you too," Bellamy told her a smile on his face as Clarke rested her forehead to his, "but i won't let you die for me, Clarke, you don't deserve that, you deserve a future with Madi."

Clarke shook her head, "Bellamy no, no," she grabbed his arm, "I won't let you do that! You need to live your life and be happy! I have done too many bad things to live on, let me do this, let Wanheda become the sacrifice."

"Clarke," Bellamy shook his head touching her face pulling her closer, "you judge yourself too harshly, i see the real you, you are so beautiful inside and out, you make a better man because I want to better for you! I can't let you die for me, not after all the times I left you. Clarke, you are my family, my life, and my love, I won't let you die."

Clarke felt tears fall as she kissed him crying as she did so.

He wiped her tears as she kissed back, "I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," Clarke cried, damn you, Blake," she slapped his chest not that hard, "you win... You win."

Bellamy smiled tears falling as he kissed her cheek lovingly. He turned towards the cliff taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Clarke shock lashed him making him fall!

"I'm sorry, I lost everyone else I've loved, I won't let you die too."

Clarke told him as she took a running start all of a sudden Bellamy got up as he shot a blast as her feet making her fall to the side!

Bellamy got up, "it's okay, Princess, our time is up."

He started to run as Clarke watched him in fear, his eyes locked with hers as he jumped off the Cliff!

Clarke suddenly jumped off the Cliff as she grabbed onto Bellamy!

They both fell as Bellamy hit the wire on his belt to catch them!

His hand grasped Clarke's as he held her as tightly as he could!

"No!" Bellamy tried to pull on the wire, "no! This isnt- no!"

"Bellamy..." Clarke whispered, she felt tears fall as she locked eyes with him, "I love you."

"Please no... Clarke please! I need you! The heart and the head!"

"The heart and the head," Clarke smiled sadly.

She suddenly kicked the Cliff pushing her body back as her hand fell from Bellamy's as he screamed for her!

She felt herself falling as Bellamy screamed as loudly as he could at the top of his lungs.

Clarke hit the ground as her body broke under the fall- dying slowly from blood loss and her soul fell into a darkness...

Bellamy cried as he couldn't tear his eyes off of his soulmate as he cried as suddenly a white light engulfed him!

Bellamy woke up in water as he sat up, his mind a fuzz as he looked at his hand that something glowing in it, he opened seeing the soul stone!

Tears fell, as Bellamy clutched it to his chest close to his heart crying as he screwed his eyes shut his mind all over the place...

The Time Heist came back to present as Bellamy stood there soaked in water and depression washed over him, his partner no longer by his side which was quickly noticed by the others.

"Bellamy," Rhodey realized, "where's Clarke?"

Bellamy couldn't look at them as his hand gripped the soul stone...

Everyone fell silent knowing what happened...

Clarke Griffin had sacrificed herself.

The Commander of Death had fallen.

Whatever it takes indeed.

//If anyone wants a part twooo let me know

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dyslexicsquirrel · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mistaken Identity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light-Hearted

Stony Bingo 2019 round 2 fill (square T5) Prompt: mistaken identity

Steve was not sure how he ended up in this mess. And it was a mess because the people surrounding him had been expecting… a model? Or something, he still wasn’t sure. There was a lot of arguing going on. All this because of some man at the airport holding a sign that said ‘Rogers’.

Steve had been on his way out of the airport after he hit baggage claim to go flag down a cab or see if he could get a Lyft or something. The guy holding the sign had been wearing a suit, looking bored, and checking his watch and Steve had thought maybe his friends had gotten him a car home as a surprise? It wasn’t like it was so far out of the realm of possibilities. He’d been gone for the majority of the last four years in the army. They could have wanted to do something nice, so Steve walked up to the guy. “You waiting for Rogers?”

“Yeah, that you?” He looked relieved at the possibility of getting to leave the airport. Steve hated to disappoint the guy, but he also wanted to make sure he wasn’t stealing someone else’s ride.

“Steve Rogers?”

“Eh,” the guy said with a shrug. “I didn’t get a first name. You coming or not?”

“I guess I’m coming?” So, he’s followed the guy out of the airport, into the summer heat, which was a completely different type of heat than the type he’d gotten use to after three deployments to the Middle East.

He was led to a limo, and the man opened the door, holding out his hand. “I’m Happy, by the way.”

Steve switched his duffle to his other hand and shook Happy’s. “Nice to meet you.”

“You want to keep your bag with you are you want to throw it in the trunk?”

“Um.” Steve bent down to get a look at the inside of the limo. “Think I’ll keep it. Thanks though.”

“No problem. Hop in, I know where you’re going so just relax. I hear it was a long flight.”

“The longest,” he said with a sigh. It was what it had felt like at least. He slid into the limo, Happy shut the door behind him, and then got into the driver’s seat. The partition was up, so Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a message to the group chat.

Steve: omw. Flight was fine. So tired

Bucky: great! Cant wait to see you. Nat made the thing with the pasta

Nat: Nat can talk for herself. But I made the alfredo thing is what he means. Also there’s garlic bread

Steve: you’re a saint and not just for putting up with Buck

Bucky: haha you think youre so fucking funny. I dont care youve been in the army I can still kick your ass punk

Steve shook his head. He’d missed them. He let out a slow breath, letting his loll against the back of the seat. This felt like the longest day of his life. He wanted a nap so badly. And why not? There was enough room for him to stretch out back here and the drive from LAX to Pasadena would take a while. Steve laid down across the seat, not even caring about the fact that it wasn’t all that safe, and closed his eyes.

Steve felt as if he’d just closed his eyes when someone started nudging his foot and he went from asleep to awake in a second. Pushing up in his elbows he could see Happy leaning in the open door of the limo frowning at him. “Come on, buddy. We’re already late. The boss is gonna have my ass.”

“Boss?” He asked, but Happy had already pulled his head back out and was standing by the open door, waiting for Steve to get out presumably. He shoved his phone, that had fallen onto the floor back in his duffle and slid out of the vehicle.

And froze.

“Where the hell are we?” His eyes scanned his surroundings. This was not Pasadena. This was not Nat and Bucky’s house.

Happy was still frowning at him. “The studio. Come on. Pepper and the makeup and wardrobe guys are waiting over on lot B.”

“I think there might be some kind of…” Steve started, but trailed off when Happy set off at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd of people. Steve shut the door of the limo since Happy hadn’t and it seemed like he should then set off after Happy before he lost him and maybe his only hope of finding out what was happening.

“This is not the guy,” a red haired woman said to Happy for the fourth time, pointing at Steve, talking about him but not too him. That had been happening a lot since he followed Happy onto the lot.

“Pepper, he said his name was Rogers.”

“Ian Rogers, Happy. You were supposed to pick up Ian Rogers not—” ‘Pepper’ broke off and looked at Steve. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“Right.” She paused for a moment, staring at him, but shook her head and went back to her conversation with Happy. “Not Steve Rogers. You need to go pick up the right guy. He’s still at the airport. His agent just called me, because Ian called him, and I don’t like getting yelled at for things I wasn’t aware were a problem.”

“But traffic is going to be murder,” Happy attempted to complain, but Pepper cut him off in a business-like manner that would have made some of his drills sargeants proud.

“I don’t care about the traffic.” She pulled something out of the folder she was carrying and handed it to Happy. “This is him. Please, go pick him up.” The words made it sound as if Happy had a choice in the manner, but her tone left no room for arguments. Happy looked at the picture Pepper had handed him (Steve took a peek and the only thing he shared with this guy was a last name) and slunk off. Steve felt a little bad for him. It hadn’t been completely Happy's fault, but Steve was a little too tired to work up full blown concern that the guy had to battle LA traffic again.

“Now,” Pepper said, pulling Steve’s focus pack to her. “Mr. Rogers, I’d like to apologize for this mix up.”

“It’s alright, ma’am. If I could just get a ride home, that would be great, though.”

“If you don’t mind waiting a bit longer I can have Happy give you a ride when he gets back,” Pepper said, and Steve did mind a little because he wanted to go home (to Nat and Bucky’s home where he was staying for the time being anyway), carb load on fettuccine Alfredo and garlic bread and then sleep for a week.

He was trying to think of a polite way to tell her he would just get a cab when someone behind him said, “Why is Happy leaving again?”

“Oh, Tony, there you are.” Pepper looked off to a point past Steve’s shoulder and he turned to see who she was talking to. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of crazy looking sneakers that made Steve blink. They were bright orange hi-tops that looked like they had paint splatter all over them. His hair was gelled into one of those purposely messy styles that Steve could never pull off, but this guy made look both like he just rolled out of bed and right off a runway, and his goatee was precisely trimmed.

He should have looked like he was trying too hard, but he didn’t. The look fit him somehow and the fact that he was one of the most gorgeous men Steve had seen in a while didn’t hurt. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell wasn’t a thing anymore, but Steve still hadn’t spread it around that he was bi-sexual. And except for a brief fling with a British soldier he’d met in Afghanistan that ended when his deployment did, Steve had dated anyone since.m, if you could consider what he’d had with Peggy ‘dating.’

He hadn’t slept with anyone since either and that had been… more years than he cared to admit. Steve blamed that for the overblown reaction to the man in front of him.

“Sorry, I’m late, hun,” this Tony guy said, kissing Pepper’s cheek when she walked over to him. “Traffic from Malibu was crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing all about the traffic today,” Pepper said with a sigh. “But there was a mix up. Happy picked up the wrong person at the airport.”

“What?” Tony’s gaze landed on Steve and he pulled his sunglasses off, a frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. The weight of his dark eyes only rested on Steve for a moment, but it was enough for him to still feel them when he turned away. “How did that happen?”

“Same last name. Tony, meet Steve Rogers.” Pepper gestured to Steve with one hand. Tony was looking at him again and Steve cleared his throat.

“Huh,” Tony murmured. He gave Steve a quick once over and pivoted back to Pepper. “Maybe we could—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Ian has a contract, Tony.”

“Ah, well.” Tony shrugged, tossing Steve a crooked smile. “Had to try. You would have been perfect.”

“I—thank you,” he stuttered. “Where am I? No one has told me.”

“I’ve had plenty of days like that,” Tony told him in a conspiratorial tone. Steve stares at him blankly. “Anyway. Welcome to Stark Pictures. Sorry about this whole mess. We’re usually more professional.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I’m sure.” Tony didn’t sound convinced and Steve really didn’t want to try and convince him. The other man clapped him on the shoulder. “Listen, why don’t I drive you home. Where do’ya live?”

“Tony,” Pepper started, but Tony ignored her.

“Glendale? Burbank? What’s that one place from that one show?” He snaps his fingers a couple times, looking at Pepper expectantly.

“That’s not helpful,” is all she says.

It doesn’t seem to matter because Tony turns back to Steve. “West Covina. That’s it.”

“Pasadena.”

“Really? You don’t look like someone who’d live in Pasadena.”

Steve doesn’t know what that means. “I’m staying with friends.”

“Ah. Well, grab your stuff. I’ll take you home.”

“Tony, you should stay—”

“Pep, my favorite producer, light of my life, person who allows me to function.” He gripped her shoulders. Steve was really trying to figure out their relationship. “Happy isn’t going to be back anytime soon unless he runs all the red lights between here and LAX. Plus, you don’t need me here. I was just stopping by to stand around a look pretty.”

“Yeah, but Tony—”

“I’m just the owner of the studio, Pepper. You make the real magic happen,” he said, walking away backwards. “Come on, Steve.”

Steve’s desire to go home won out over anything else. “It was nice to meet you,” he tells Pepper, picking up god duffle from where he’d dropped it and double timing to catch up with Tony who was already halfway to the back entrance where he’s walked in.

When they made it outside, Steve stopped in his tracks because damn, this man had a nice car. Attractive, owned a movie studio, and he had great taste in cars? “Is that a—”

“Nineteen sixty-five Shelby Cobra? Yes, it is.” He popped the trunk and Steve stowed his duffle. “Did the restoration on this baby myself.”

“She’s beautiful,” Steve lightly ran his hand along the trim. Bucky was going to be so jealous.

“Thank you.” Something in Tony’s voice had Steve’s eyes popping up. He found Tony watching him. “This might sound a little crazy…”

“Yeah?”

“But did you want to get some dinner?”

“I’d love to,” he found himself saying before he could really think about it.

“Perfect. What are you in the mood for?”

“Honestly?” Steve and Tony climbed into the car. “I’d kill for a burger right now.” Coming almost directly off his last deployment, he hadn’t had a decent one in months.

“You’re in luck, I know where to get the best burgers in Hollywood.”

Tony started the car and drove out of the lot, the car purring. Apparently Tony’s hair hadn’t been styled that way; it was from driving with the top down. Steve could get used to this.

#stony bingo #cap-ironman bingo fill #stony #stevetony #stony fic #ao3 fic

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missing you - tom holland imagine #4

about : Tom is away at SDCC while promoting Spider-Man Homecoming. Things start to go downhill as a Facetime call ensues and jealousy arises.

Warnings : a teeny bit sad. drunk tom!

The ID caller showed up on your phone and you grinned, flopping down onto the bed as you answered the call. Tom’s smiling face filled your screen and you giggled, greeting him with a simple ‘hello Thomas’.

“Y/N! It’s crazy here!” Tom shouted, “I’ve never seen anything like this before! There were thousands of people on the panel it was insane!”

“Are you having fun?” You asked, a small yet tired simper reaches your lips.

“Loads! Everyone’s amazing! Laura is here, Jacob is here, Tony is here, oh and Zendaya is here too!” He continued to ramble on about how everyone had secretly arrived to the convention but your heart sank at her name.

Tom was an extremely sweet person, and he was definitely good-looking. Your biggest fear from letting him leave to Atlanta was him finding someone new. What if he found someone else prettier, smarter and better than you? Maybe he was already tired of you.

And it didn’t help that Zendaya was a part of your worry. She was the kind of girl you’d always want to be. She was gorgeous and successful, not to mention extremely talented. You let your insecurity get the best of you sometimes and you would always feel a bit glum whenever you saw them together. However, Tom wasn’t aware that you felt that way.

“Isn’t Zendaya pretty?” you piped up randomly, playing with the hem of your sweatpants.

“Yes, she is. Why?” Tom sounded confused. He looked at something behind the camera and he laughed, slapping his chest.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Z,” he chuckled before looking back at you on the phone, “sorry babe, were you saying something?”

You were about to say something before he interrupted you, laughing again and talking to someone you could only assume was Zendaya. You could hear her laughter too and you flinched, feeling annoyed. Anger and jealousy was already bubbling inside of you. Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at how he was so oblivious to you on the phone as he dropped his phone to his side so all you could see was his pants.

This was the first time in days he had facetimed you, and you felt so put off by how he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

Pissed off, you pressed the end call button hardly, ending the facetime. You put your phone beside you and picked up your laptop, trying to calm yourself down.

It seemed like the world wanted to rub everything in your face when you clicked on a random song on your spotify. Everything I’m Not by The Veronicas came on and you gasped, throwing up your arms in anger.

“Oh, come on!” You yelled at no one in particular.

The song blasted on your speakers and you sighed, letting it play.

Your phone beeped once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Tom’s face popped up on the screen, indicating a call coming in from him.

You ignored it, letting the ringtone play amongst the loud tunes of The Veronicas.

It stopped for a few seconds before ringing again. This time you decided to decline the call.

A text came in. You peeked.

Tom x : babe, what’s up? u just hung up?

10. 50 pm

Tom x : y/n? Im gonna call u again.

10. 52 pm

Tom x : why did u decline the call?

10. 58 pm

Tom x : did i do something wrong?

11. 05 pm

You snorted, picking up your phone and typing a quick reply.

Me : idk ask zendaya lmao

Me : im gonna sleep. Have fun at comic con.

Just as you were about to put away your phone, it vibrated.

Tom x : I think I know what’s going on. Are you jealous of Z?

11.08 pm

Tom x : I hope you know I love you, and that I will never eye another girl that’s not you. I understand how you feel, I get sad whenever I think of all the other boys that are with you everyday. So i dont blame you. But you can trust me love. I promise.

11.09 pm

Tom x : z and i are just friends, nothing more babe. Im way too in love with you. Also im sorry if ive been distant. I miss you so much and i havent been able to really talk to you. Ive been very busy with work and everything else i just idk i feel really guilty now.

11.11 pm

Tom x : call me back when u wanna talk. Im sorry, i love you. Xx

11.13 pm

You sighed, giving in. You could tell he was feeling really crappy about it as you watched a livestream of the convention. Marvel was holding a livestream for the interviews and you saw Tom pop up in the screen when you opened the website.

His eyes were downcast even though he had a small smile on his face. Tom was less energetic and gave the interviewer half-assed answers. He kept crossing and uncrossing his arms and he fidgeted a lot on his feet.

His iPhone was gripped tightly in his hand, and every few seconds he went to check it.

Probably for my reply, you thought.

When the interviewer ended, you saw him walk away from the camera. The interviewer was about to interview Lupita Nyong’o next when another text from Tom came in.

Tom x : love i really am sorry. maybe u went to sleep already. Im sorry. I love you. Goodnight. Xx

11.25 pm

“Meh screw it,” you mumbled, pressing the call icon on his contact name.

He picked it up immediately after the third ring.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, slumping on the bed, “sorry, I just got jealous. I shouldn’t have hung up on you like that.

“It’s just..I miss you so much Tom. And we haven’t facetimed in so long and.. I don’t know I was pretty pissed off by how you weren’t paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know,” you could hear his guilt from across the line, “I’m really sorry. There’s just been a lot going on right now.”

You sighed, “okay, now go and have fun. We can talk more later. I’m not mad at you anymore so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, I’ll be fine,” You lied through your teeth, even mustering a fake smile.

Tom hummed, before speaking again, “I’ll call you when you wake up. I love you so much, Y/N. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight,” you mumbled back as you hit the ‘end call’.

Grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed, you clutched it tightly into your chest as sobs began to rack through your body. The tears didn’t stop flowing, even after half an hour.

You’d think he would notice that you really weren’t okay.

You missed him so much.

And it already felt like, to you, he was slowly drifting away.

The next morning was horrendous. You woke up to the feel of your soggy pillow and puffy eyes. Rubbing your face, you snuggled further into your duvet.

There was no way you were going out today. Your heart felt the heaviest it had felt in a long time and nothing seemed to motivate you to get out of bed.

You missed him too much.

Making calls to everyone, you apologised for not feeling well and rescheduled everything.

Nothing mattered more than the ache in your heart. If your mind wasn’t in the game, there would be no point in getting into the game in the first place.

You decided to check your notifications and was surprised by the amount of texts Tom had sent in.

Tom x : Good morning, babe. I hope you slept well. I’m out here in San Diego, in some bar. Missing you. 💛

7.30 am

Tom x : I hope you’re not angry anymore. It’s been bothering me the whole day. I’m still sorry.

7.45 am

Tom x : baEb i lpve you si much…….im sorry yoi think i luv zebdaya….i dont… i love you im sorry

8.30 am

Tom x : jacOb says in Drunk! Haha@ he keeps tellinf me that i should go homE

8.35 am

Tom x : i sAid wherE? LonDon? He saiD no You IdioT the Hotel

8.36 am

Tom x : i saiD it aInt HoME UNLESS y/n is wit me

8.38 am

Tom x : jeusu chrisy i lovw you

9.00 am

Tom x : i jusT PUKED I WISH YORE HERE Y/N YOU MAKe me FEEL BETTER

9.28 am

Tom x : I MISS YOUUUY

9.35 am

You stared at the screen, taking it all in.

Tom got drunk last night.

Yet, all his words seemed so sincere. Just before you could exit the chat, a new message came in.

Instead, this was from Harrison.

Haz O : hey y/n, i think you probably read the drunk texts tom has been sending. just want to tell you. tom has been drinking a lot for the past 2 hours. he’s upset, y/n. after he puked on the sidewalk, he cried. he cried about how much he missed you and how he didn’t deserve you. that you lie when you say you’re okay. he said that it would be easier if you both broke up. you could find someone better. so, stop being mad at tom. there's nothing going on between z and tom. If they did, i would've told you. he’s feeling so guilty for no reason.

You felt hot tears gathering at the side of your eyes. He was beating himself up because of your jealousy. Guilt took over you as you fumbled to type out a quick reply. A plan was already forming in your head and although it involved a lot of money, you knew it would help in fixing this problem.

It was probably too reckless and spontaneous, but you had enough of missing Tom and clearly, Tom was sick of missing you too.

You : I’m getting on the next flight to San Diego. Take care of Tom for me. x

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