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What's Mine is Yours | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends. Literally all my fics are self-serving, so before you ask, yes yes I am indeed exactly like this 🥲

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Warnings: shitty ex-boyfriends

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The jangling of your car keys caught Bucky’s attention, and he watched with a furrowed brow as you slipped your feet into your boots. Tonight was supposed to be a cozy night in for the two of you- no distractions, no work-talk, and no random, solo outings. He caught your eyeline and quirked a brow in your direction, “Where are you running off to, doll?”

“I just gotta go back to my place real quick, I forgot something,” you leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise”.

A dramatic huff left his chest, “but baaaaaaaaby…” He pressed himself up from the couch cushions and made grabby hands for your cheeks. “Don’t leeeeeave.” Bucky didn't have pride when it came to you. He'd whine. He'd pout. Anything to keep you around. “What did you forget?”

“Oh, um, just a sleep shirt…” You played with the 'Fuck the patriarchy' keychain Nat gave you, knowing damn well Bucky didn’t want you to leave. And you didn’t want to go, it was a necessary evil- in your mind.

The frown immediately melted from Bucky’s face, “You don’t need a shirt, sweets. You don’t have to wear anything to bed at all…” A sly smile perfectly punctuated his less than subtle flirtation- and you couldn’t help but laugh. His strong hands slid down your body and laid their firm grip on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Buck, it’s like twenty degrees out. If I don’t wear a shirt to bed, I’ll freeze my tits off-” you crossed your arms over the tits in question, “and I know how much you love them- so I’m guessing you don’t want that to happen”.

A vehement shake of Bucky’s head confirmed your suspicion. “But I don’t want you to leave, baby. Just wear one of my shirts! Whichever one you want- it’s yours.”

Bucky was wholly yours. He offered himself to you, completely and totally, and that included all his earthly possessions. He left his spot on the couch and took your hand in his, “one of my henleys will probably keep you warmer than a t-shirt, anyway. Win-win.” He gave your hand a gentle tug and did his best to lead you to the bedroom, but you hesitated.

“No, really, Buck. It’s okay, I can just go get one of mine and-”

“Baby, ‘it’s like twenty degrees out’,” he quoted you to yourself, “why would you want to go all the way back to your place in this weather when you can just go pilfer through my dresser?” He gave your hand a light squeeze, “Really, I don’t mind. Come on, let’s get you something comfy”.

Bucky robbed you of all reasonable excuses. The repeated refusals you threw his way were simply no match for his kind, giving nature. All he ever wanted to do was help. He wanted to bring you the same happiness and comfort you granted him. And if something as simple as loaning you a shirt would save you a trip in the cold, he was more than happy to oblige.

But you wished he’d accepted your first rejection of his offer. It wasn’t like you to ever distance yourself from Bucky, and no part of you actually wanted to make the trip home. But a familiar anxiety resurfaced as Bucky dragged you to his dresser.

You watched as Bucky dug through his drawers in search of the perfect shirt. He deemed a few of his shirts too itchy, while referring to others as “not comfy enough”. The rejected shirts fell to the floor one after the other, forming piles near Bucky’s feet as his ferocious hunt continued. He had the perfect shirt in mind for his best girl, and wouldn’t rest until he’d found it.

“Oh! Here it is… this one- this my favorite shirt” he unearthed a red Henley from his drawer and displayed it to you proudly, “it’ll look great on you.” He held it up to your body, smiling as the fabric dwarfed your frame. He’d always wanted to see you in his clothes, and felt his cheeks ache as he smiled at the thought of you in his shirt. He’d offered you sleep shirts a few times here and there, but you were always always prepared with clothes of your own. Much to his dismay.

It seemed like every romantic movie he watched with you featured the beautiful ingénue wearing her lover’s shirt, and Bucky wanted to see his ingénue do the same. He’d never gotten the chance to wake up next to a woman he loved, her beautiful body cloaked in his clothes- but your forgetful moment while packing your overnight bag had granted him just that.

A hesitancy kept you from taking the shirt. In all honesty, you wanted to strip out of your clothes and wrap yourself in the fabric that remained laced with Bucky’s scent. Ever since you’d gotten together, you’d been tempted to drown yourself in his soft shirts and comfortable hoodies- but you wouldn’t dare tell him. Instead, you always double and triple checked your overnight bag, making certain you had everything you needed- and a few extras just in case.

“Are you sure?” you almost reached for the soft red fabric, but recoiled at the last second. “I can just run home, I really don’t mind-”

“Just put on the shirt, doll. That's an order from your sergeant." He shot you a wink and tossed the garment your way. His muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched you weigh your options. “I know you waaaaant tooooooo”.

And he was right. Layer by layer, you shed your clothes and slipped Bucky’s shirt over your head. The worn fabric rested gently against your skin, cloaking you in comfort and warmth. And suddenly, you hated yourself for always bringing pajamas to Bucky’s apartment. An unexpected ‘hmmm’ emanated from your chest as you reveled in the safety of Bucky’s scent. There was something so homey, so intimate about wearing his clothes. The only thing better than his arms wrapped tight around you body was his cozy shirt cloaking you in comfort.

Bucky couldn’t stop staring at the long sleeves dangling over your hands, the hem falling below your perfect ass. It was just too cute, seeing you dwarfed by his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were real- but believing that you were actually his proved even harder.

“Better than a t-shirt?” Bucky grinned at you, all too pleased with himself.

With all your might, you tried to fight the smile that threatened to breach the surface. But Bucky’s goofy side got the best of you. “Yeah…” you muttered, “Way, waaaaaay better”. Nothing you owned could ever come close to the all-encompassing comfort of Bucky’s shirt.

Without warning, you launched yourself into Bucky’s arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. No moment had ever been as perfect, as tooth-rottingly sweet. Wrapped in Bucky’s cozy shirt and strong arms, you could’ve died happy.

“I’m so glad you like it, baby…” Bucky couldn’t help but beam. He always saw himself as inadequate, having nothing of any value to offer. You were the epitome of perfection, beautiful and sweet and kind- and he was the former Winter Soldier with PTSD and a staring problem. But seeing you so earth-shatteringly happy to wear his shirt melted his heart. He couldn’t believe he’d been the one to make you smile that way, and vowed to do it for the rest of his life.

“You should just keep it,” he said, too over the moon to care about losing his favorite shirt, “it’s yours now, doll.”

Bucky’s words brought your rush of happiness to a screeching halt. “Buck, no. I can’t take it-” You stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, “it’s your favorite”.

But Bucky would hear none of your refusals. “No, you’re my favorite. Plus, I want you to have it! It would make me very, very happy, baby.” He adjusted your lopsided collar and brushed your hair out of your face, drinking you in, “it looks perfect on you. And this way, you’ll have it while I’m away on missions, you know?”

His words warmed your cheeks, and on the surface, you appeared happier than ever. But conflict raged inside you. This was the sort of romantic thing you’d dreamed of, but never dared act out. Knowing Bucky was more than happy to sacrifice his favorite shirt just for you made you feel loved, made you feel special. But it stirred your anxiety none the less. You couldn’t just steal his clothes- especially not his favorite shirt.

“But are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Bucky laughed, “Baby, you literally sighed with relief when you put it on- I can’t just not give it to you!” Bucky knew you were sweet and always selfless, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint your reluctance to accept his offer. He knew you loved him, loved being his best girl- why the hesitancy?

“Can we compromise?” You slipped from Bucky’s arms and stood before him, offering your hand for a shake. “How about I sleep in it for tonight- and then I wash it and give it back? And then, if you’re still sure about giving it to me, you can- HEY!”

Bucky’s broad shoulders connected with your thighs as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “No compromises!” he shouted as he flopped you down on to the bed, “No compromises!” His hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you until you begged for mercy. One threatening hand hovered just above your ribcage, teasing you with more uproarious torture, “You still wanna compromise, doll?’

“No, I- truce! Truce!”

“You sure?” he ghosted a few fingers over your side, “you suuuuuure you’re sure?”

“I’m sure!” you shrieked, “I promise!”

Bucky peppered your face with kisses, dotting them along your forehead and cheeks before landing one on your lips. He was certain your adamant refusal to accept his shirt had passed- but something was off. A strange tension kept your smile tight-lipped and your jaw tense, as though you feared you were in trouble.

“Is something bothering you, sweets? You seem kind of anxious…” He helped sit you up and pulled you into his lap, “what’s goin’ on?”

Dread eclipsed any sliver of levity left within you- and suddenly, you hated yourself for ever making this an issue. You should’ve just accepted the stupid shirt and ‘accidentally’ left it behind when you went home. Simple as that. But no, you had to make it a big deal, drawing attention to yet another one of your idiosyncrasies.

“Ugh, no, I’m fine. I just-” you huffed, “obviously, I’ve got some like, weird habits and tendencies and stuff. And I have stupid anxieties about random things…” A strong rush of shame pulled your eyes down, fixing your gaze on your hands.

Bucky refused to let you alienate yourself that way, “hey, I have anxiety about random things, too. I had a panic attack on the G train last week because someone dropped their aluminum water bottle and it was just a little too loud for me.” He tilted your chin upward, “so it’s okay. Just talk to me”.

"Okay, but that's not the same thing, Buck. You have actual trauma. And very real PTSD. My thing isn't-"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. His hand dropped back to your waist, threatening more torturous tickling if you didn't speak up.

"Okay, fine," a frustrated sigh forced its way from your chest. “I hate, hate feeling like an imposition or an inconvenience or an annoyance…”

Bucky stared at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you never elaborated. “Um, sweets, I don’t- I’m sorry, I’m confused. What does that have to do with the shirt?”

“Taking your shirt makes me feel like an imposition!” you nearly shouted. “Like, right now, I am incredibly comfortable because this shirt is fucking cozy as hell. But, my brain is like, vibrating with anxiety. I asked to borrow my ex’s shirt for a day once because I spilled coffee all over mine, and he let me... But he gave me shit about it for months. He always made me feel bad- like I was an annoyance or a bother…”

Bucky’s heart broke.

“He always made me feel like I was inconveniencing him with my presence. He’d invite me over, but then he'd act annoyed that I was there."

It was embarrassing to admit. And you feared that if you told Bucky these things, maybe he'd treat you the same way. But it was too late. You were too deep into the truth to stop now. "He never let me just, I don’t know, hang out, you know? He'd ask me to come over at like nine at night and then kick me out around midnight. I'm not saying he wasn't allowed to have boundaries, but..." You sighed and regrouped. "If I slept at his place, he’d wake me up at seven in the morning and tell me I needed to leave- even on the weekends. It almost like I was a booty call."

"Oh, sweetheart..."

"He didn’t want me asking to borrow his jacket if I was cold or impeding his space in any way. I asked once if I could leave a toothbrush at his apartment, and he got angry at me- said it was ‘impolite’. I was with him for quite a while, and he did a lot of things like that... the entire time we were together, he acted like everything I did was a nuisance. To him, my existence was an imposition.”

Puzzle pieces of your behavior slowly began falling into place for Bucky. He’d noted a few of your habits that struck him as a little different, but he never brought them up. He’d never say anything and possibly make you self-conscious. But now that you’d drawn him a picture, he understood.

“So, that’s why you always pack a bag when you come to my place, instead of just leaving some things here? Even though you’re here almost every night?”

You nodded.

“And why I have to very explicitly and clearly invite you over- like you’re a vampire?”

“Yeah…”

“And why I have to basically beg you to just laze around here with me?”

“Mhmm”

“And why you always knock, even though I gave you a key?”

Another nod.

“And why you insisted on making the trek home in below freezing weather just to grab a t-shirt?”

Once more, you nodded with downcast eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s- I’m sorry”, he wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter, holding you close to his body. “That’s terrible. I mean, letting your girl wear your shirts to bed is like, the bare minimum. And he really- I’m sorry, I can’t get past him waking you up just so he could kick you out.”

The memories of those days were humiliating, sometimes even a bit shameful. You’d known at the time that you didn’t deserve to be treated like a burden, but it took you nearly three years to leave. And even though you hadn’t spoken to or seen your ex in years, the ghosts of his mistreatment still haunted you.

“Can you look at me, doll?” Once you dragged your eyes up to meet his, Bucky took your face in his hands. “I want you to hear me very clearly when I say this, okay?”

“Okay…”

“You are not, never have been, and never will be: a bother, a burden, or an inconvenience of any kind. You can wear my clothes, eat my food- steal my car, I don’t care, baby. I am yours, completely and totally. I want you here. Always. You can never overstay your welcome or impose- this is just as much your home as it is mine. Sleep in, leave a toothbrush here… Hell, you can leave an entire wardrobe in my closet- I’ll put my clothes in garbage bags.”

You laughed at his exaggerations and dramatics, but his lighthearted words carried an air of seriousness. Bucky wanted you. He prioritized you and cherished you, to the point that you sometimes thought he was a little nuts.

“Buck, I don't- I'm not even sure how to respond to that. I mean, I've never felt wanted like this before,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, happily breathing in his warm scent. “You have no idea the weight you just lifted off my chest- I’ve kind of been walking on eggshells. I'm trying so hard not to step out of line in our relationship, cause I just- I want you to want me.” You cringed, "Awesome, now I'm quoting Cheap Trick songs..."

Bucky threw his head back in a laugh, "Hey, quote all the songs you want, baby." He grew serious all of sudden, eliminating his joking tone. "And just so you know, you don’t have to do any of that anymore. Step outta line, break the eggshells- actually, there are no lines. No eggshells. Not in this relationship."

Bucky’s talent for eliminating your anxiety always blew you away, no matter how many times he pulled you back from the brink. But the tension still lived inside you, lying dormant until the perfect moment to strike. “I can’t promise that I’m not gonna feel this way next month or next week or tomorrow. So, I just wanna say sorry in advance for-”

“Baby, don’t apologize. You don’t have to, okay? I know better than anyone that a few nice words from your significant other can’t instantly fix your problems- if that were the case, I wouldn’t have panicked on the subway”. He shot you a wink, but dropped the goofy grin as he stared down at you, “any time you feel this way, any time you need reminding- just tell me. I’ll be more than happy to say all of this again. Because I love you, I want you- you’re my girl. And I’d do anything for you.”

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nocturnalghoul · 1 year

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*rolls a nat 1 on a stealth check* so ummm hi

TTRPG ghouls for Mushy May? Please please please tag me because I need this in my life. I have so many Thoughts about them playing. I am alas a basic D&D bitch who is still hoping to one day play some other system.

-Ghoulette Anon

Will do!

It’s not until Day 27 so it’ll be a minute but I added a little note to myself under that day to remind myself to tag you ♡

I have a deep love for ttrpgs in general (especially cool little games made by more small scale indie creators) so I got THOUGHTS about the subject. I actually run a Monster of the Week campaign myself so while I’m tempted to let them play something else it will likely be that.

Other systems I think can be a bit intimidating to get into when you’ve only done DND in my opinion, but I think finding a silly game meant for one offs to play in a few hours with a couple friends is a great way to break that seal. (That’s how I introduce players to playing other systems at least :P)

#I actually have an entire ttrpg side blog i occasionally post on #it has like 6 followers but I’m just over there having fun and collecting resources #and shitposting :)#nocturnal asks #ghoulette anon

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 2 years

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I Think I Wanna Marry You

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Warnings: absolute fluff, some Hydra angst, more fluff

Summary: Bucky and Steve see a pretty gal getting hurt, so of course they have to step in and play the knights

Note: this is a prequel to ‘silver rings and the silver screen’ about how they met, but it can be read by itself

Slam! “Oh my lord! Buck, look, that girl just got slammed into that wall by those men! We’ve gotta do something!” Bucky nodded and ran with his boyfriend, Steve, over to where you were laying, clutching your stomach.

Bucky went and punched the perpetrator, while Steve went and helped you up. “Doll, look at me, are you alright?” You started laughing, “CUT!” The sound of the cameras shutting off made Steve and Bucky even more confused. Bucky walked over to Steve. They both then saw a camera in a corner and had a look of realization. “Ohhhhh, we are SO sorry!” “Yeah, doll, we didn’t realize, we are super sorry.” You wiped the dirt off your pants, “nah, you’re good, I’ll just have that dude, with a now broken nose, throw me into the wall again.”

This made the guys feel even worse. “How about we treat ya to a cup of coffee as an apology?” You smiled, they were pretty attractive. “Sure, I’m free tomorrow, there’s a great place down the street from here.” The guys cheered in their heads, “yeah, The Big Cup, I know the place, tomorrow, 2pm?” You agreed and then the director called you back to work. You waved the guys goodbye and blew them a kiss.

A few weeks, and a few dates later, the soldiers asked you to be their girlfriend, and you obviously agreed. Four months later the team wanted to bring you to the tower to meet everyone. “Doll, they’ll love you! Stop worrying about it!” “But Stevie! I’m just some gal from Cali, they’re all superheroes and….” Bucky cut you off, “doll. One, you are a world famous actress, and our best girl, so not just ‘some gal.’ Two, they are gonna love you just as much as we do!” You shook your head and nuzzled into Steve’s neck.

“OMG, you’re….you’re….Y/N L/N!” Wanda’s face lit up and she ran over towards you. “What are you doing here?” You turned to face your boyfriends, “I don’t know, Buck, Steve, would you care to explain why I’m here?” The boys went behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist “well, Friday, can you call the team into the living room please?” FRIDAY sent out an announcement to the rest of the team and they came running in.

“So, what’s up Capsicle?” Tony slid into a seat on the couch. “We’d like you all to meet Y/N, our girlfriend,” Steve shyly said. “Wait, ‘our’?” Bucky nodded, “yeah, she’s both Steve and I’s girlfriend.” The team all nodded and accepted it, moving to introduce themselves to you.

“Hey! I’m Nat, and this is Wanda, it’s nice to meet you, it’ll be good to have another gal around. Pepper, Tony’s girlfriend, is usually busy.” You chuckled, “yeah, even with just those two there’s a lot of testosterone.” The three of you laughed together. Your boyfriends came over to where you were talking with the girls. “Talkin’ bout us doll?” Bucky hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. “just maybe,” you winked. The boys laughed and lead you away from Nat and Wanda over to some of the others.

“Hey, I’m Sam, also known as the best looking Avenger,” he stuck out his hand, and you gladly shook it. “Mmm, that’s up for debate I think,” you laughed. Sam faked offense, making the two super soldier laugh. You met the rest of the team and then your phone started to ring. “I’m sorry, let me take this real quick.” You moved into another room and answered. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Y/N L/N?” You didn’t recognize the voice, and it gave you a bad feeling. “Who’s asking?” The voice gave a slight chuckled that sounded evil. “We’re coming for you Y/N, hail Hydra.” The phone clicked off and you walked back to the team, shocked and a little terrified. “Who was it doll?” Steve questioned.

“Umm,” you shakily said. The guys moved over to you, and placed their hands on your lower back protectively. “Everything alright doll?” You shook your head. “Do you guys know anything called ‘hydra?’” The team’s faces paled, especially Steve and Bucky’s. “Doll, what happened.” Bucky’s voice was angry, not at you, but it still scared you a little. “This man on the other side of the phone just asked if it was me, I was suspicious so I said who’s asking and he went ‘we’re coming for you Y/N, hail Hydra.’ That’s the evil place that took you, right Buck?” Bucky nodded and clenched his fists. You saw how angry he was so you gave him a giant tight hug, “hey, hey, it’s gonna be alright Buck, it’s gonna be okay.” You started rubbing his back while sending a look to Steve to see if he was alright. He gave you a slight nod to signal you to keep helping Bucky. Steve also moved to give his boyfriend a hug. After a few seconds he had calmed down and you all went to the couch, along with the rest of the team. “Doll, stay here with us, please? Wanna be able to keep you safe,” Bucky quietly mumbled into your neck. “Hmm, Buck?” He repeated it a little louder this time, enough for Steve and the rest of the team to hear. You smiled at your boyfriend, “alright Buck, I trust your judgement.” Steve kissed the top of your head, “good, I was going to suggest the same thing, Hydra is no joke, they obviously know your phone number and name, so probably your address too.”

“If that’s what you both think is best, you guys have dealt with them before. As long as the rest of the team doesn’t mind of course.” You motioned to the rest of the team all standing around. “Can’t wait to get to know you,” Bruce smiled. The rest of the team agreed that they didn’t mind, and were excited if anything. “Do you think it’d be alright to grab stuff from my apartment, or would it be too dangerous?” The team thought for a moment before Nat spoke up, “I mean, we can have a few of us come with you and then it’d probably be safe enough.” Everyone agreed with Nat and decided that Steve, Bucky, Nat and Sam would go with you to your apartment to grab your stuff.

“Doll, let us do a quick sweep of the place before you go in, I’ll stay out here with you while the other three head in.” You nodded at Steve’s plan and let the other superheroes head in. They came back that it was clear and you went to pack some stuff. “Got everything doll?” Bucky checked as you only had a suitcase and 2 duffle bags. “Let’s see, clothes and toothbrush n stuff is in the suitcase, all my acting stuff, and sentimental stuff is in the duffles so yeah I think so.” Bucky nodded and helped you with your bags, “if you forgot anything we can just get a new one or send someone to grab it.” You guys carried your stuff out to the car and drove back to your new temporary home.

The next few weeks were great! You became fast friends with Wanda and Nat, you guys training together as well, the guys decided you should probably learn some hand to hand combat. You knew a little for self defense but not good enough to take on a hydra agent, or at least fend them off till someone could help. Things were going great with your boys as well. You decided to all move into one room, since it just felt right. You tried to convince them to let you sleep on the left side but they refused and gave you the puppy dog eyes, so you relented and claimed the middle as your spot.

The guys had decided to risk it and go on a date with you, figuring that if they were with you, Hydra wouldn’t dare make a move. They took you over to this secluded field of flowers they used to visit in Brooklyn as kids, and now as adults when they learned it was still there. They packed a picnic lunch and rode over on their motorcycle. You were all really enjoying yourselves, that was until there was loud rustling in the bushes nearby. “Probably just some animal,” you brushed it off. The guys still were cautious and moved further away from the bushes. There was then a shot and a mumbled fuck.

The guys rushed to move you behind them. “Doll stay behind us, we’re going to fight them and you need to get to the bike and ride to that place we showed you earlier, then call Sam or Tony to fly and pick you up.” You nodded and the guys moved to a fighting stance as 6 Hydra agents came out from the bushes. The guys each took on three each, keeping them distracted, while you ran to the bike. You got there and standing there were 3 more Hydra agents! “Shit.” You fought as hard as you could, using the defense training you’d learned in your time with the team, but you were no match for 3 giant, highly trained men.

The guys heard you yell and got super worried and super angry. They shared a look and swiftly finished defeating the agents they were up against. They rushed over to where the scream had come from to see your jacket in the grass, signs of struggle, but you were no where to be found….They had failed their job as your boyfriends, they hadn’t kept you safe.

A few days went by of the boys being mad at themselves, not sleeping or eating, only spending their time searching for signs of you. Finally Nat got a signal from some old school spy stuff. She was slightly confused, but told the team and they decided to check it out anyways.

“Stark can you scan the building, find any sign of a hostage?” Steve was in full on Captain America mode, not just because it was you they were on a mission for, but because he was cranky from not sleeping. “You got it Cap, Jarvis is scanning it now.” A few seconds later Tony came back over the comms, “I’ve got a potential prisoner in the basement floor, determined female, injured but not the worst we’ve seen, it could be Y/N.” Both super soldiers sped up even quicker running to the room Tony had said. The room was closed off by a huge metal door with a passcode lock. “Steve stand back, I’m breaking it down,” Bucky growled, punching his vibranium fist into the door, denting it. He punched again with a loud grunt, leaving a big hole in the wall. “Doll!” He called out after seeing you, and pried the hole open enough to get in. “Oh baby, we’re here, we’re here doll, it’s gonna be alright now,” Steve cooed, as Bucky untied you and informed the team of what was happening. Bucky gently picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the jet, Steve making sure no one attacked you on your way.

After they got in the jet Bruce was able to check over your wounds and diagnose you. This whole time you’d been quiet, and it was making the boys a little worried. “She’s probably just in her own mind, trying to block herself from the pain she went through, it’s a coping mechanism doctors have seen in trauma survivors. What happens next varies, some patients have gone back to semi normal quickly, and others don’t speak for the rest of their lives. But knowing your gal, I’m sure she’ll make a steady recovery, she’s strong, and she’s got the best support system ever.” Both soldiers nodded at Bruce’s words vowing to themselves they’d do whatever it took to help you.

Back at the tower the guys brought you to the med bay to get healed by Dr. Cho’s technology, thankfully it all worked smoothly and all your physical injuries were healed, now the guys could focus on the mental ones.

They brought you to your bedroom and ran a bath for the three of you. The guys explained what was happening, what they were doing, and you sat there, blank look on your face, nodding along sometimes, and cooperating with them. The guys lowered you into the tub and slid in behind you. You all got clean and got dried off. The guys dressed you in one of their oversized shirts that went down to your thighs. You always loved wearing them, they smelled like your boys.

They laid you down and cuddled you until you fell into a slumber. It wasn’t but a few hours later they felt you jolt up and start breathing heavy. They immediately shot up and started helping comfort you.

“Hey doll, you’re alright, you’re safe, you’re here with us, we’ll keep you safe, shhh, you’re safe baby, you’re safe, you’re at the tower with the team, you’re safe baby.” Your breathing slowly leveled out and you nuzzled into Bucky’s neck. “I love you guys,” you whispered. Both super soldiers repeated that they loved you so much. Bucky started to feel some tears on his chest, signifying you were crying. “Oh, doll, don’t cry baby, it’s alright,” he rubbed your back as Steve moved to grab a glass of water from the bathroom.

After a while of cuddles and comforting, you fell back asleep in your boys’ arms. They silently hoped you continued to talk in the morning like you did that night.

The guys got their wish. The next few weeks there was massive progress. You started the next day by quietly and barely talking to just your boyfriends, then moving to talking to them more and more, slowly intergrading in talking to the rest of the team. The look on Sam’s face when you started talking to him again was so happy, he missed his favorite partner in crime, where the crime was teasing Bucky and Steve.

After about 2 months you were back to almost normal and your relationship with Bucky and Steve was stronger than ever. You believed there was nothing to forgive, but it did take the guys those 2 months to forgive themselves but it did happen.

You still remember the day you realized it. Bucky and Steve had just gotten home from a week long mission and you been at work on set the day they were due home. They planned with your director to come and surprise you. You spotted them in the middle of a scene and broke down into tears. You ran to them and jumped into their open arms. The boys laughed and wiped away your tears. You promised they were happy tears, and that just made them both kiss you all over your face. It was that moment you thought it. I think I wanna marry you.

AN: I’m sooo sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I’m going to start trying to be more consistent with at least a fic a week but exams are coming up soon so I don’t know how well that will go, I’ll try my best!

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 2 years

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Happy New Year

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: some swearing

Word count: I don’t even know

A/N: Okay! So now that the tags are working again, let’s try this one more time. My name is Peter Parker - no I’m kidding but I tried posting this last night for New Years, but then the tags crapped out so yeah. Here ya go and enjoy!

“Alright team!” Tony clapped his hands together making everyone in the room jump. “Let’s talk New Years.”

“You’re not throwing a gigantic gala are you, Stark?” Wanda said turning the page of her book.

He sat down next to you. “No, I just wanted to do a little something for the team. Do some party foods, watch some movies; I think it’ll be fun. Besides it’s New Year’s Eve today so it would be completely short notice. Otherwise I would.”

“Yeah that sounds great,” Nat started. “What kind of food do we want?” She stood up to grab a piece of paper and a pen.

“We could do homemade pizza,” Peter said.

You perked up. “Ooh yes!” He smiled at you with his perfect smile and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You quickly looked away, ignoring the little smirk Nat was giving you.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a text from Ned

What time is movie night tonight?

Oh shit, you thought. “Hey Pete, we’re gonna be late for movie night.”

Peter’s face lit up at the sound of movie night. He had completely forgot about it even though it was a twice a week thing. “Yeah we better get going. I promised Ned I would have his grape soda for him.”

You both said your goodbyes and started walking towards the doors. “Why he can’t he buy it himself?” You asked.

“Because he said…”

Your voices trailed off as the rest of the team looked at each other.

Nat shook her head. “We’ve got to them together.”

“I agree, but how do we know they even like each other?” Steve asked.

That’s when Wanda looked up from her book. “Oh don’t worry,” she tapped her forehead. “They definitely do.”

Tony looked at her, bewildered. “Um excuse me, how do you know?”

“Because I can read minds, Stark. One day Y/N wore a low cut shirt and I made the mistake of walking past Peter as he stared at her.” She shuddered at the memory.

Tony’s eyes were about to come out of his head. “Nope nope nope.” He shook his head and started walking away.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Steve threw his hands up.

“To replace all of Y/N’s shirts with turtlenecks.”

—-

By the time you and Peter came back the compound was decked out in streamers and party hats lying around. The living room was plastered with paper streamers of blue and green and red and black. Colors were everywhere. Nat and Steve were getting the pizza stations ready in the kitchen. Vision was helping Wanda attempt homemade pizza dough. Everyone had gathered in the living room setting up movies and snacks. It really was a party.

“Wow you guys went all out,” you said as you admired the set up.

“Yeah well it’s been a crazy year so we decided to try and end it on a good note,” Tony came up and kissed your forehead.

You walked over to where Nat was attempting to hang a party streamer over the doorway. “So Y/N,” she started. “Got any plans for tonight?”

“Um not that I know of,” you laughed.

“Not any special someone to spend it with?”

“Nope, but thanks for reminding me that I’m single though.”

“No babe that’s not what I meant.”

You scrunched your eyebrows. “Then what did you mean?”

Nat’s eyes widen with realization that she was about to ruin their plan. “You know what? I don’t know why I said anything. You should um, go play some video games or something.”

“I don’t play video games.”

“Then go read a book or something; I don’t know Y/N.” She went back to fixing the streamer as you walked off, confused.

Everyone was doing something. Steve was moving furniture for some reason, Bucky and Sam were bickering as per usual, Wanda and Vision were still in the kitchen. Your dad was supervising. Everyone was there, except for one person.

You knocked on the lab door. “Hey, Pete.”

He looked up from the table, putting down his tools. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Whatcha doing?” He made room for you as sat down next to him. He smelled of warm vanilla.

“Well everyone’s acting so weird in there I figured I could work on some stuff for my suit.”

“Okay so it’s not just Nat!” You yelled.

“What do you mean?”

“Nat kept asking me if I had any plans and someone to spend it with. And then she got all nervous.”

“Weird. Sam and Bucky were asking me the same thing, but I didn’t think too much about it because they’re always doing that. But this Steve came in and told them to change the subject.”

You were more than confused. “You think they’re planning something?”

“Maybe. But I don’t what.” The situation may have been weird, but Peter couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were. The way you laughed, the way you cared endlessly for everyone, the way you looked at him. Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn that you leaned towards him. He looked down to your lips and back to your gorgeous eyes.

“Um what’s happening here?”

You both jumped at sound of your dad’s voice.

Peter cleared his throat. “Um, nothing Mr. Stark. Nothing at all.”

Your dad didn’t look sure but brushed it off. “Alright well, come make your pizzas.” He eyes you two before walking off.

You stood up. “We should, um.”

“Yeah.”

—-

“Okay so they definitely like each other.” Tony rushed into the kitchen nearly knocking over Bucky.

Wanda turned it to him. “Stark, I told you that.”

“Yeah okay fine, but I was just in the lab and they were close. A little too close for my liking.”

Nat’s face lit up. “Like they were about to kiss?”

“Yes,” he frowned.

“Okay, so what’s the plan for the Spiderling and Ms. Stark?” Thor asked.

“We’re just gonna have a good time and when we turn on the tv for the News Years countdown, we’re going to subtly push Peter and Y/N towards each other. Like get them together and hopefully they kiss,” Nat explained.

Sam nodded. “Solid plan.”

“Okay guys shut up here they come,” Steve said harshly.

“Hey guys,” Peter waved.

Thor very awkwardly leaned against the counter. “Hey-hey guys. We’re weren’t just talking about you two. What plan?”

“Plan?” Peter scrunched his eyebrows.

“You guys have a plan?” You asked.

“No, Thor’s been hitting the Asgardian ale a bit early. He’s already tipsy.” Wanda hit his arm.

“Ouch!”

“Well, we were just going to make some pizza,” you started. “So…”

“Oh right! Of course. Come on gang.” Nat practically dragged everyone out of the kitchen.

Peter looked at you when everyone was gone. “That was weird.”

“Yeah they’re definitely up to something.”

The two of you laughed and got to work on your pizzas. Ten minutes and a huge mess later you finished them. You went for the classic pizza look. Pepperonis scattered with cheese covering the bottom. Peter however went for a…unique look.

“Peter what is that?” You laughed.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing it’s just. You.” His pizza was well, him. Spider-Man. He managed to make the pepperonis and black olives into his spidey mask. It was cute.

“Yeah and it’s amazing.” He threw a pepperoni at you which resulted in you tossing g cheese at him. It soon turned into a mini food fight.

“Stop it,” you laughed as you dodged an olive.

“Hey,” Steve interrupted. “Countdowns on.”

The tv was blaring around the living room. The whole team sat around and was anxiously waiting for the New Year.

Ten…

They all awaited the ball to drop

Nine..

“Hey Y/N will you go get me a drink?”

“Sure Nat”

Eight..

“Hey Underoos get me another slice of pizza.” Tony ordered.

“Okay.”

Seven…Six… Five…

You bumped into Peter not hearing him over the yelling. “Fancy meeting you here, spidey,” you smiled.

“Likewise,” he laughed.

Three…two…

You couldn’t help but notice the lighting on Peter’s face. The shadows of the streamers reflecting on him. His curls were of course in his face but it cute. It was him. You looked around his face. Everything was perfect. Maybe the team was up to something. But you didn’t care what. All you could think was Peter. He occupied your thoughts constantly. You wanted to kiss him so badly.

“Y/N…what’s wr-“

One…

“Fuck it; can I kiss you?” You asked.

“Please.”

You leaned him and he caught your bottom lip between his. You were finally kissing him. After months of stolen glances and weary touches this was the moment. It was everything. His lips tasted of his strawberry chapstick you gave him. You both were so wrapped up in the kiss you didn’t even hear the rest of team shouting for the new year. You didn’t care though.

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Laryngitis

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Nat’s a protective girlfriend and you may or may not be sick

A/N: I somehow just realized that since yesterday was Monday, by my unofficial posting schedule, I was supposed to post something yesterday. Sorry for missing it, but I hope you guys enjoy this :)

The annoying beeping of the alarm filled the pitch-black room. Not fully awake, you realized Natasha didn’t have to be waking up this early, so you shot up to turn off the clock before it could wake her up. Just as you were fiddling with the buttons, a groan from beside you told you that you were too late.

“D’you have to go already?” your girlfriend asked, her voice husky and slurred. You whispered back to her in an effort to not wake her up completely.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for waking you, Natty. Go back to sleep.”

“You don’t have to whisper, babe. We both know I’m not going back to sleep.” You let out a sigh, rubbing your eyes slowly to pull yourself into consciousness. She was right; Natasha was a light sleeper, and once she was up, she was up. “Don’t worry about it, dorogaya. Means I can do your hair for you.” That brought a small smile to your face. Not only was Natasha amazing at doing your hair, but it was always an intimate moment between the two of you that both of you loved. As long as Natasha wasn’t away, she made it a point to do your hair for you, even if you two were in an argument with each other.

A small cough brought you back to the present moment. You weren’t sure what it was, but you just weren’t feeling it today. You thought it was the sleep at first, but it was never this hard to wake up, and it wasn’t like you did anything particularly exhausting the day before. Shaking out your arms, you dismissed the thought and slid off of the bed.

“I’m going to go get ready first.” Both you and the redhead froze at your voice.

“Are you okay, detka?” You leaned over the mattress to gently rub at the deep crease between her brows, giving her a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I must just have something stuck in my throat.” The spy chuckled at your response, but you could still sense an uneasiness in her.

“Go drink some water. Does your throat hurt or anything?”

“I’m fine, Nat.” She simply hummed, watching as you shuffled into the bathroom. You may or may not have told your girlfriend a little lie, but so what if your throat hurt? You’d be fine in less than an hour. You didn’t want to worry her over nothing.

When you were finished in the bathroom, the lights in the room were on, and Natasha was now sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed.

“Come sit.” She tapped the small footstool in front of her with her foot before returning to her position. “You sure you’re okay?” she asked again as you joined her.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. You really don’t want me to go on this mission, huh?” you teased. Your face contorted at the end as you tried to hold in a cough, and you still sounded like a frog. Still, you tried to play it cool, hoping Nat was still buying your previous excuse.

“Well of course I don’t want my girl to leave me.” You could practically feel your heart jump out of your chest when she called you hers, but you simply winked at her.

“I shouldn’t be gone long, half a week at most,” you informed her, sitting down on the stool.

“I’d miss you even if you were gone for five minutes,” Nat murmured, leaning over to kiss the top of your forehead. “Oh my god, Y/N. You are not going on this mission, you liar. You have a fever!” As if she planned it, you shivered as a chill ran through your body.

“Nat, I promise you, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “You sound like a zombie. You look like a zombie too.”

“I- hey!” You didn’t mean to yell as loudly as you did, and it threw you off a little bit, causing you to release a series of dry coughs. Lips pursed, the redhead rubbed your back in an effort to soothe you.

“You are definitely sick, Y/N. Get back in bed. I’ll tell Fury.”

“Natty, you’re not going to-” Before you could finish, she was already at the bedside table, phone to her ear. Damn your girlfriend and her spy skills.

“Hey, Fury, Y/N’s sick with a fever and probably laryngitis. You’re going to have to get someone else to cover the mission.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You hated missing work. You’d never been one to take a vacation or a day off; for the whole time you’d been working under SHIELD, you only took a sick day once after you’d had to get surgery due to a mission gone slightly wrong. Even then, it took some serious persuasion to get you to do so. You were too busy stressing about missing the mission to listen to the rest of your girlfriend’s conversation with Fury until you heard her calling your name.

“Y/N. Babe? Y/N? Hello?” Looking up from your hands, you met her concerned gaze.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“Fury’s asking how you’re feeling.”

“Good enough to go on the mission?” The redhead rolled her eyes.

“Try again. He’s worried about you.” She held out the phone to you. “Fury, you’re on speaker.”

“L/N, how’s the throat? Try tea with lemon and honey, it’ll help.”

“I’m fine, old man,” you rolled your eyes.

“Wow, you really are sick.” Your lips parted slightly, and Nat couldn’t help but chuckle at the indignance written across your face. “Get some rest, L/N. Don’t worry about the mission, it shouldn’t be hard to get someone to cover for you.”

“But-”

“No ‘but’s. L/N, your powers are literally based on your voice. This is a minor mission, but if this goes south, we need someone who can defend themselves to their full capacity. You are way too valuable to be lost just because you got sick. Listen to your girlfriend. Get better soon. That’s an order. Goodbye, L/N. Thanks for calling, Romanoff.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Wait, Fur-” The man hung up before you got the chance to finish. “This is all your fault.” You crossed your arms, turning away from the former assassin.

“Y/N,” Natasha sighed. “It’s just one mission. I promise everything’ll be okay.” She knew well of your anxiety regarding missing work considering she was the one who had convinced you to take the sick day after your surgery. While she hated making you upset, she knew—and if you were being honest, you did too—that you couldn’t go on a mission like this.

“What if I fall behind? Or what if Fury decides he doesn’t need me anymore? Or what if-” Your voice got weaker the more you spoke, partially because of your nerves but also partially due to your illness.

“Babe, as much as I’d love to talk this out with you, you shouldn’t be talking. Your throat is already destroyed, so for now I’m going to need you to trust me and just listen.” She took your hand and gently guided you back to the bed, purposefully avoiding the glare you were giving her.

“You won’t fall behind because this mission isn’t important. Fury said so himself. I promise it won’t affect your performance at work. And Fury will never decide he doesn’t need you anymore because he literally sees you as his kid.”

“He-” Natasha pressed a finger to your lips before you could finish.

“No talking. Yes, he does see you as his kid whether you want to admit it or not. He will also never replace you because you’re one of the best agents he has. He asked you to join the Avengers for a reason, printsessa. He’s not going to fire you just because you get laryngitis one time, even if you fall behind because of it.” Your girlfriend bent down slightly to meet your eyes, which were still directed at the floor. “You’re doing amazing, Y/N. You do so much for so many different people, and now it’s your turn to let people return the favor. Okay?” You stared at her for a second, your face so blank even Natasha couldn’t read it. When you finally nodded, the redhead let out a small breath of relief before giving you a small smile and a peck on the forehead.

“You stay here. I’ll be back in a little bit, okay?” You reached your arms to her, fingers grasping, when she began to walk away. Letting out a light laugh, she turned around and held one of your hands. “I’ll be back as fast as I can, malyshka. Why don’t you pick out something for us to watch?” She let go of you after one last kiss to the back of your hand and left before you could stop her again.

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Natasha shuffled through the cabinets as the water was heating up in the kettle.

“Morning, Wan, starting breakfast?” the spy greeted the witch.

“Yeah, you’re up early. Y/N’s mission?”

“Actually, she’s sick,” Natasha grimaced. “Fury’s going to reassign the mission.” Wanda let out a whistle as she placed various ingredients on the kitchen counter.

“I bet she didn’t take that well?”

“Nope. But she can barely speak, and even when she can, she can’t speak more than a sentence or two without stopping to cough, which means…” She trailed off as she inspected a medicine bottle.

“No powers.” Satisfied, Natasha put the rest of the bottles away and returned to the now whistling kettle.

“Exactly.”

“Huh, the kid who can kill people just by speaking with a certain tone gets taken down by a virus.” The former assassin chuckled as she squeezed lemon juice into a steaming cup of tea.

“Don’t let her hear that.”

“Which part?”

“Any of it.” Wanda’s laugh rang through the room.

“Is she hungry? I can make some soup after breakfast if she’s up for it.”

“That would be great,” Natasha smiled gratefully, “Thank you so much.”

“Of co- Your girlfriend is calling for you.” Red flashed as Natasha’s head whipped up, confused.

“Are you sure? I didn’t hear anything. I told her not to-”

“No, no, not verbally. She’s just thinking it. Very loudly.” Nat sighed, but the corners of her lips curled upwards at your antics.

“Is there anything the queen needs?”

“Just you. And no medicine.” The spy shook her head.

“Tell her,” she started, tossing a spoon into the sink, “that I’m on the way. With medicine.”

“You got it,” Wanda promised with a wink. “Warning you now, though, her majesty won’t be happy.”

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Sure enough, Wanda was right. You had already opened your mouth to complain about the medicine in Nat’s hands, but one stern look from her had you zipping your lips closed in a second.

“You take this, in a couple of days you can talk again.” Your girlfriend didn’t need to be able to read minds to understand what you were thinking; your face said everything. “Yes, a couple of days,” she ordered firmly, handing you two pills. “Take them. Here’s your tea, and I also got you a bottle of water.” You gave her a grateful smile before swallowing the pills, grimacing as they scratched their way down your very sore throat.

“Good girl,” Natasha murmured. “Now,” she started with a peck to your cheek, “Do you need anything else? Blankets? A cool towel? Oh, Wanda’s making you soup, by the way, but I could get you a popsicle or something if you want?” You shook your head at all of her requests. Instead, you patted the spot on the bed next to you.

“Alright,” the redhead smiled. “What’d you pick for us to watch?” You pointed to the screen in front of you. “American Idol. You really aren’t making things easier for yourself, huh?” Nevertheless, she slid in next to you, sitting cross legged, and pulled you into her, your head resting on her lap with the laptop placed in front of you.

“Maybe I can pull an Ursula and use one of their voices for the mission,” you whispered.

“I swear to god, Y/N, if you don’t shut up,” the spy laughed. A smile on your face, you hit play and snuggled yourself further into her.

As Nat ran her fingers up and down the length of your arm, you couldn’t help but relax into her. Sure, your throat wasn’t better by any means, and you had some lingering anxiety about the mission. But if you had to miss a mission, this was sure as heck the best way to do it, with Natasha right by your side.

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The Beauty of Paris:1 Catacombs

(Translation: Stop! This is the Empire of Death!)

Summary: Ah the Paris catacombs, nothing could go wrong here for our heroes as they go after illegal arms dealers, right? Wrong, the catacombs love to play deadly and dark games on all those who dare step foot inside, and the Avengers are not an exception.

Word count: 1816

Warnings: none yet just creepy vibes

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“What's the matter, you scared?” Nat teased as they make their way down a tunnel

He looks around at the walls around them, the walls made of skulls and bones of all sizes.

“Are you saying you aren’t?” Clint asks

She shrugs, “It’s unnerving, being surrounded by so many of the dead in such an intense silence. But I don’t scare easily.”

“Right, ever the Russian grizzly. Looks cute, tough as nails, never bothered by anything.” he states in a teasing tone

She rolls her eyes, “Just stay close to me and it’ll be fine. And try staying quiet, the sound really travels down here and we don’t want to announce our arrival.”

“Yeah, announce it to who? The walls are already watching.” he whispers, pointing at the skulls

“Well we aren't here to apprehend them, they belong here. Well actually I like to think they belong in a proper grave but this is where they ended up.” she whispers back

“I don’t get it. Of all the places to hide out, why the Paris catacombs?” he asks, gazing around at the walls again

“There's no map of them, not all of the tunnels anyway. It’s easy for people to get lost, and once lost they simply become another one of the dead because search parties almost never find them. If they are found, the silence and darkness of the tunnels has really messed them up mentally.” she explains

“This is making it seem like the opposite of a nice place to hideout.” he responds

“If you have a way to map out the path you take then it a good spot because who in their right mind is going to follow a criminal or search for an organization down here when they might become…”she searches for the right words

“Another lost soul?” he offers

“Exactly” she says

“Great. Lovely even.” he says

“Now hush, we should be getting closer.” she tells him

They continue down the various halls and pathways, the light from their lights barely illuminating the way ahead of them. The silence is eerie and Clint finds himself often glancing behind him, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. In a way he supposed he was, the empty eye sockets around him did seem to follow every move he made. Nat suppresses a chuckle as she feels him gravitate closer and closer to her the farther in they get.

There's a crackle in their coms suddenly, causing Clint to nearly jump out of his own skin. “You guys didn’t get lost, did you?” Nat smirks at Clints reaction and your teasing.

“Damn it Y/n!” he whisper shouts, “You trying to make my visit here permanent?”

“Sorry, just wanted to check in.” you reply

“We’re fine, kotenok(kitten). Clint is just a little jumpy.” Nat tells you

“Must be an archer thing.” you chuckle

Clint scoffs, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Your protégé is a scared puppy, she will not let go of my hand.” Yelena chimes in

“It’s creepy down here!” Kate defends

Natasha gives Clint a teasing look, “Ok, ok the archers are scared. But let's keep our focus and stay quiet alright?”

“Understood, going radio silent again.” you reply

Yelena and you lead the way from your end of the catacombs, Kates hand is tucked into the Russians as her head swivels around to keep an eye on the surroundings. You had to admit, it was rather creepy down here. The dark, the dead, the silence. But you had a job to do, and if Yelena and Nat weren’t scared then you had nothing to worry about. Plus down here, the way things echoed it would be easy to tell if you were being followed. That didn’t help the feeling of being watched however.

“Guys…” Kate quietly whispers, squeezing Yelenas hand

“Shh” you whisper

“Not now Kate” Yelena sighs

But she's not giving up, “But you guys, listen.”

“Alright, what is it?” the Russian asks

“No, like literally. Listen.” she says, eyes pleading

Yelenas about to say something but your hand quickly covers her mouth causing her to glare at you, you simply point to your ears and gesture around you and she understands. The three of you stand there, unmoving and unspeaking. Almost a minute goes by and none of you have heard anything, the look on Kates face gives you patience though. It's rare for her to wear such a serious expression, so you know she's heard something that could be important.

Then you hear it. Whispers in the distance, the sound echoing down the hallways making it almost impossible to decide which direction the sounds are actually coming from.

“Greeeaat. Now what, which way do we go?” Yelena says

Kate looks at her like she's grown a second head, “Why would you ever want to go towards the scary sounds?!”

“They aren’t scary, it’s just a bunch of people talking in the distance. And may I remind you that we are in fact down here looking for a group of people.” you tell her

She rubs the back of her neck nervously, “Ok but something just seems…off about those whispers. I don’t think they are from the group we’re after.”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “You are just saying that because you are scared.”

“Scared” “Scared” “Scared” echos back, and the three of you look at each other

“I didn’t say it that loudly…” she says confused

“No..no you didn’t.” Kate agrees

“The echo didn’t have your accent.” you realize, a chill running through you

The three of you share another look at each other. Maybe Kate was right and there was a reason to be afraid. Echos don't just come out of thin air, well you supposed they do, but they definitely only do so after someones been loud enough to create one and they certainly sound exactly like the voice that made the noise to begin with. You swallow, shining your light around nervously as you feel like eyes are suddenly on you.

You're brought out of your thoughts by a vice-like grip on your shoulder. Assuming Kate’s just scared again, you turn to reassure her only to find the sensation on your shoulder has disappeared. Just like the two women that used to be right next to you.

“Guys?” You look around, “This isn't funny. I get it, it's creepy here. But we have a job to do.” But you get no response. You panic then, how the hell were you supposed to tell your girlfriend you lost her sister?

As soon as you went radio silent again Clint had heard it. At first he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, it was probably just the echo of his footsteps or Nats. Actually scratch that, she's a spy, they were probably just the echo of his footsteps. But then Natasha holds out her hand indicating to stop, she must hear them too and Clint thinks she's going to chew him out.

Only when they stop, the footsteps don’t. In fact they quicken their pace and to his horror, multiply. Suddenly it's as if a whole group of people is sprinting at them, and to guess the direction they are coming from would be like asking a colorblind person to pick out the redhead between the two of them. Not going to happen.

He watches as his best friend spins around, putting her back against his as she draws her weapons so he follows her lead and notches an arrow hoping that he’ll be able to see the threat coming in these dark caverns. But he doesn't have to worry because things go silent once again. In fact too silent, he can’t even hear Nat breathing anymore.

He turns only to find the Russian gone, “Nat?” he whispers, “Natasha, where the hell are you?” but he gets no reply so he does the only thing he can think of, he tries her on coms but still gets no reply.

“Y/n?” he calls over comms

“Shit! Clint!” comes your reply. If he wasn’t so worried about being alone and having lost Nat he would have teased you about payback

“Sorry, and I don’t want to worry you but I can’t find Nat.” he tells you

“What do you mean you can’t find Nat?!” you nearly shout

He stutters, “I..Don’t, I mean, I don’t know she's just gone!”

You're quiet for a moment before responding, “Well, at least I’m not the only one that lost my partners.”

“Wait, what?” he responds and you can hear the slight panic in his voice

“I don’t know how but Yelena and Kate must have wandered off without me noticing.” you tell him

“Oh great. Now we have to find Natasha, Yelena, Kate and the group of gun runners.” he exclaims

“Could be worse.” you say

“How?” he says, running a hand through his hair

You huff, “Coms could be dead.”

Natasha is starting to get fed up with Clint. She understands he doesn't like it down here and is a bit unnerved, but to worry you by saying she was gone was unacceptable

She turns ready to let him have an earful only to find that she’s alone. She looks around, “Ha ha, very funny. You got me Clint, now come on.” but only silence answers her, “Clint?”

Now she's legitimately worried. Had she lost him on one of the paths a while back, had he wandered off in the wrong direction when she wasn't looking? Did he somehow get up ahead of her without her noticing? .And what did you mean by Yelena and Kate had wandered off, she knew her sister knew better than that.

She tries her coms, “Y/n?”

“Right frequency, wrong person.” comes Yelenas reply

“Tell me you just heard Clint and Y/n’s odd conversation.” Kate quickly asks

“I did. In fact I didn’t know I was missing until it happened.” she replies

“Yeah, us too. What is going on sestra(sister)?” Yelena asks, she could have sworn she and Kate were still right next to you

There's a pause as Nat tries to wrap her head around all that's been happening but she honestly can’t come up with a rational way to explain it. “I don’t know. Have you tried getting Clint or Y/n on coms?”

“Yeah, but they can’t hear us or we can’t hear their reply.” Kate answers

“Most likely it's that they can’t hear us, considering we heard their whole conversation a second ago.” she tells them

“Ok so do we go along with the mission or what?” Yelena asks

“I think that's our best option. If we continue to follow the route we know the arms dealers take we should eventually find not only them but Y/n and Clint too.” Nat tells them before they go radio silent again.

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9tzuyu · 2 years

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piercings

request:

note: hmmm… not sure how i feel about this. ending was kinda sucky but #whatever

warnings: none? not proofread so all mistakes are completely mine :(

idk im sleepy.

🏷: @c-is-writing

. . .

natasha loved doing small, normal things outside of being an avenger. she cherished them way more than people would ever think. things like doing her nails every once in awhile or cooking dinner made her feel at ease, all the dramatics of being an avenger were put aside for the time being.

so when you’d asked her to go with you to get your ears pierced, natasha was more than happy to go with you. she tugged your hand the entire way out of the building and into her sleek, black corvette.

the redhead was even as kind as to open the passenger door for you.

“thank you, natty.”

“you know you’re the only person that calls me that.” she smirked, shutting her own car door.

“that’s because i’m the only person you let use that nickname.”

“there may be a little truth to that…”

the ride came to a stop shortly after your ten minute trip down the road. you were greeted with natasha by your side, helping you out of the car and into the tattoo parlor.

you signed the initial disclosure of your age and whatnot before anxiously sitting in the waiting room. natasha had to keep her hand on your knee to keep it from bouncing so much.

“nervous?”

“kinda. i’ve never had anything pierced other than the normal ear piercings everyone has.”

“it’s not too bad, you’ll be okay. besides, you’ve got me here.”

not too much longer and you were called back. you took a seat on the chair, kicking your feet back and forth above the ground as you watched the piercer get her supplies ready.

she marked you and you gave her confirmation that your new piercing would be in the right spot. natasha held onto your hand as you closed your eyes.

“alright, you’ll hear the sound of a crunch and that’s when you’ll know it’s through the cartilage.”

you squeezed nat’s hand tighter than before when you felt the metal needle align with the marked area.

“just breathe, my love. it’ll be over before you know it. if you want, when we’re done we can go stop by the ice cream shop just a few blocks away. how does that sound?”

“sounds good natty,” you whispered.

the crunch came sooner than expected and you flinched slightly in your seat.

“ow…”

natasha giggled, rubbing her thumb over the tops of your knuckles. she used her other hand to wipe away the stray tear that left your eye.

“see? i knew you could do it.”

the piercer stepped back after placing in the jewelry. she handed you a small mirror, pushing your hair out of the way so you could see her minor work of art.

“how do you like it?”

“i love it, thank you! do you like it, natty?”

you turned your head so natasha could see your new addition. “looks gorgeous. now lets get some saline and pay for it, yeah?”

you nodded, making your way out the room and behind the piercer.

“be sure to clean it twice a day and remember to be careful with it. your piercing will hurt for awhile. try not to get it hung on clothes or anything like that. don’t twist it or play with it until it’s healed and don’t sleep on that side of your body for at least a week. okay?”

“sounds great! thank you again, i hope to be back for something else in the future.” you left with a smile and natasha’s hand in yours.

when you got in her car you pulled the sun visor down, wanting to get another look at your piercing. a small frown graced your face when you notice how red your ear was.

“my ear’s all red natty, i look funny.”

“it’ll be okay.”

“but people will think it’s weird and they’ll stare.”

“well then they’ll have to deal with me now, won’t they?” she countered.

you shrugged, “i guess so…”

“damn right, you know so.”

“do you really like it? like one hundred percent?” natasha smiled, “baby you look hot with piercings.”

you rolled your eyes, “says you. you have like a billion other ear piercings.”

“yes, says me. now lets go get ice cream and then we can show the team your little surprise.”

“mkay natty.”

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captains-simp · 3 years

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Yelena Belova + Fake dating Au!! pls 🥲 :)

I've been waiting for someone to pick the fake dating one *fist pumps air* I'm gonna combine this with your other request if that's okay

"I think I'm inlove with you."

Warnings: shitty family and homophobia

7.7k words

A/n: if y'all want me to do this oneshot again but with Wanda (cos I'm a lazy hoe) just lemme know 👀 I think it would work pretty well 👀

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"Pleeaasse, Lena." You pouted once again. You had been begging Yelena for the favour for an hour now; her stubborness was proving hard to overcome.

"I'm busy." Yelena said, her accent strong as she walked around her appartment to collect things for her next mission.

"But will you be busy on the 10th?" You asked from the couch where you watched her disappear into various rooms as she talked.

"I thought you said it was a few days." Yelena quipped, seemingly only giving you half her attention.

"It is." You confirmed with some hope.

"So I'd need to clear my schedule for more than just the 10th." You huffed and rested your head on the back of couch.

"Yes you would. I'm sure Natasha can manage without you for a few days."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." She muttered.

"Please, Lena." You tried. "I need a win." Yelena stopped by the kitchen counter and gave you a long, considering look. You had long given up on your puppy dog eyes and instead copied her expression as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"I'll think about it." Yelena finally said before grabbing something from the cupboard.

It was the best response you had gotten all night and you knew you wouldn't get anything more. So you accepted it and hoped for the best.

Your parents had invited you to their cabin for a few days just like they did every year. It was a beautiful place. You could spend your whole visit in the forest along the back. Or swimming in the clear lake that was a short walk away. The cabin itself was the cosiest place you had ever been and had been where some of your best memories had happened as a kid.

As you got older things changed. Being around your family, especially your parents, wasn't as enjoyable. They had high expectations for their children, expectations that your siblings had met without a problem but ones that you had struggled with.

You enjoyed your life. You had the kind of relationships you had always hoped for, you loved your job and you had the perfect balance of the two. But you could never shake the feeling that you had failed.

Your brother was a surgeon who always told you all stories of the lives he saved and the close calls he had swooped in to save people from. One of your sisters was some hot shot lawyer who had done great things like help people wrongly convicted but still put dangerous people back on the street. And your other sister was the CEO of an energy company that you never quite understood. They even all had equally successful partners who loved to talk about themselves as much as your siblings did. You didn't have any of that. But you did have Yelena.

Knowing the Avengers was the only thing about you your family took interest in. They were always subtly hinting at wanting to meet your friends. But you knew the Avengers had to endure enough fan service and didn't want to push your family onto them, especially with how annoying they all were.

However as your family's unrealistic expectations reached their all time high you were sure you wouldn't be able to handle another trip with them without a win, and you were far too petty to take the moral high ground and just not go. Not to mention that was a huge part of you that was dying to see what the Yelena girlfriend experience would entail. Yep, that was what you were asking of Yelena. To pretend to be your partner for the duration of the trip.

"When are you going?" You asked, changing the subject in hopes that Yelena wouldn't suddenly conclude she didn't want to do it (then you really would have to ask one of the others).

You knew it wasn't a smart choice. That if Yelena agreed your crush on her could get out of hand. You knew you would end up getting too caught up in the act. You could have, no - should have - asked Natasha or Wanda or even Carol if she was around. But your family knew you were the closest with Yelena and she would be the one it felt the most natural with, and the most believable. At least, that was what you told Yelena.

"Tomorrow." Yelena answered, keeping her focused tone.

"When will you be back?" You attempted to keep the concern out of your voice but the glance Yelena gave you told you you hadn't done a good job.

"The day after." She said, softer this time. You nodded as you looked down at your lap and tried not to think about everything that could possibly go wrong on her mission.

"Be safe." Yelena strolled over to you and placed her hand gently ontop of yours and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Always."

"Got any plans Saturday night?" Natasha smirked knowingly at her friend as they preped for their mission.

"No." Yelena replied as she slotted a spare gun into her leg harness.

"Nothing with y/n then?" Nat asked, partly genuinely but mostly knowing Yelena would still say no.

"No." Yelena said again, biting the inside of her cheek in consideration before speaking again. "Not this Saturday."

Natasha raised an eyebrow in surprise and interest. Yelena rarely made any kind of special plans with you as you would always hang out casually so it was never anything fancy or different that needed planning. She had always wanted to though.

"Plans for another time?" Nat continued as she double checked her pack.

"Maybe, I'm still thinking about it." The redhead turned fully to her friend at her words, confused at why Yelena was hesitant to spend time with you. "She wants me to go to the cabin with her and her family." Nat had heard all about the infamous cabin and your family.

"That sounds fun." Nat nodded. The cabin sounded fun. Your family did not.

"As her girlfriend." Nat's eyes widened excitedly but before she could speak Yelena clarified. "Her pretend girlfriend."

Nat paused and looked as though she was going to speak for several seconds until she stuck to just giving a confused look.

"Yeah." Yelena sighed. "Thinks it would seem impressive." Yelena had tried not to be hurt over that. She knew you weren't just friends with her to show her off to people, because you never did. But it hurt her to think the only time you could see her in a romantic way was when you were pretending.

"Well," Nat muttered as she adjusted the zip along the front of her catsuit. "Fake it till you make it." It was Yelena's turn to give Nat a questioning look. "Maybe it'll be an eye opener for her."

"You think I should do it?" Yelena asked, fully open to hearing and accepting her friend's advice in that area.

"Definelty." Nat confirmed. She wasn't sure about it for the reasons she said though. Yelena's crush on you was obvious to everyone except you, just as it was vice versa.

You had been overjoyed when Yelena told you she would come with you to the cabin and play along as your girlfriend. She had told you when she came back from her mission, in fact it was the first thing she said after she had let herself into your appartment.

It was never really brought up after that, but you couldn't deny you were incredibly anxious on the week leading up to the visit.

On the drive up to the cabin you and Yelena stayed in a comfortable silence most of the time, clearly both lost in thought. You had the radio on for background noise more than anything else, but you would occasionally lightly tap the steering wheel if there was a tune you recognised, oblivious to Yelena's acknowledging smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Yelena asked as she looked at you expectantly. Right, of course the spy wanted a strategy.

"Keep things simple, I guess. They know how we met already so we can just say at some point we took things a step further than friendship." Yelena didn't seem convinced at the simplicity of that. "Look they're not going to want to hear about us, not much at least. They prefer the sound of their own voices, they'll be trying to impress you is all."

"Impress me?" Yelena asked.

"Yeah, hope you warm up to them so one day they can invite you to their snobby parties." Yelena chuckled as she glanced out of the window, knowing there was a lot of truth to what you said.

"And what are those like?" She enquired curiously.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been invited." You said simply. You had gotten over that a long time ago, gotten used to being forgotten. Yelena clearly hadn't though.

"It will be an honour to turn them down." Yelena said. You shook your head and smiled at her. That did sound pretty nice.

When the cabin came into sight between the trees your nerves spiked. You figited in your seat and bit your lip when you saw some of your family gathered outside, their attention instantly on you. You shot Yelena a quick smile which she returned before you got out of the car.

"Y/n! So nice of you to come." You mum said as her eyes flickered to Yelena more than you. She opened her arms for the shortiest hug in human history before turning to Yelena. "You must be Yelena, we've heard so much." You mum insisted as she brought Yelena in for a hug too.

The blonde raised her eyebrows at you over your mum's shoulder and you bite back a laugh. The others came over to greet you and mainly Yelena in a rush, overwhelming both of you.

"You too will be in the upstairs bedroom on the left." Your mum told you as you went to grab your bags. You did a double take, convinced you had heard her wrong. That was the best room in the house. A big difference from being in the small room in the basement every other time you had been there.

"First one on the left." Your dad confirmed. There was no way your parents were going to be in the basement so you wondered who else had been moved around but didn't ask, knowing whoever it was wasn't going to be happy.

You and Yelena made your way up to the room and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the spacious room and the door you knew led to your en suite.

"That was...a lot." Yelena summarised as she said her bag under the bed.

"I would tell you it gets better but I don't want to get your hopes up." You sighed as you got a couple of things out.

"It's just a few days." Yelena said despite the fact you should have been assuring her.

"Yeah." You nodded and stared down at the floor. "Now c'mon." You suddenly said as you took ahold of Yelena's hand and laced your fingers together. You missed the startled blush that crept onto her cheeks when you turned around.

Your family were sat outside whispering amongst themselves when you returned. Their interested gaze fell to your entwined hands in an instant.

"So you work with the Avengers?" Your brother, Dalton, said as soon as you both sat down.

"I do." Yelena said as she continued to hold onto your hand.

"Must be crazy, what are they like?" He enquired.

"They're good." Yelena said simply. Everyone clearly expected something more but Yelena pretended not to notice making you smile.

"I almost did business with Stark once, decided against it in the end." Claire announced proudly. You and Yelena exchanged knowing glances. Stark had told you all about his encounter with your sister, it definetly wasn't her turning him down.

"I was invited to one of his parties." Anna said quickly. "I was busy that night unfortunately."

Bull. Shit.

"Yes I remember working with Doctor Strange when he was still in the medical profession." You gave Yelena an I-told-you-so look as your family erupted into conversation over who had the most contact with the heroes. That had to be a new record of how quickly they started talking about themselves.

They continued like that until your mum called everyone in for dinner. The food smelt undeniably amazing as you took your place at the table next to Yelena and eyed the dishes infront of you. Your parents efforts to impress the blonde weren't all that bad.

Your family continued to catch up and and you and Yelena half listened as you ate. They were all doing as well for themselves as ever and still hadn't learnt any modesty.

Although you were proud of your siblings for what they had all achieved, Yelena had stopped four potentially devastating bombs going off in the space of half an hour a week before but she wasn't going to bring that up anytime soon. Eventually though, the attention turned to you to bring you out of your silence.

"And you're still working in that little café, y/n?" Your mum asked curiously.

"I own it, mum." You corrected quietly as you stabbed some pieces on your plate.

"Ah yes, quite the contrast though, isn't it. Between you two." She said as she pointed at you and Yelena with her fork. You didn't say anything to that because you felt there really wasn't anything to say in response. It wasn't like you hadn't thought that exact thing every now and then.

"The team loves it." Yelena said suddenly making everyone, including you, look at her in slight surprise from speaking up. It hadn't taken your family long to learn Yelena wasn't much of a talker, not to them anyway. You couldn't get her to shut up half the time. "At least one of us goes everyday. If we're lucky we all can. Nothing beats it." She defended simply before turning back to her food to show she wasn't going to say anymore. You smiled down at your plate at her words and the truth of them.

No one said anything in response, clearly shocked from this new information until Dalton spoke up.

"But doesn't Stark like fancy, top of the line, restaurants? I can't imagine him in some random coffee shop, no offence sis." He nodded towards you though you knew he didn't mean it. He couldn't let you have just one win.

"That random coffee shop has catered some of Stark's parties. Not that many though." A smug smile crept onto Dalton's face as he opened his mouth to make a snarky remark but Yelena cut him down again. "Because y/n's invited to the rest as a guest and a close friend." Your family stared at you with open mouths.

"You've been invited to Stark's parties?!" Anna exclaimed. In your defence, your family never wanted to hear about your life so you never got the chance to tell them anything.

"It's not really my crowd." You shrugged. "I just go to hang out with them after." Dalton's jaw clenched in annoyance and he didn't say anything for the rest of dinner. It was only really your mum who kept talking. Telling everyone about her latest travels that fell on death ears.

It was certainly a first for your family.

When everyone had finished their food you and Yelena excused yourselves and said goodnight before retiring to your room. Yelena shut the door gently as you collapsed onto the bed on your back and glared at the ceiling. The blonde shuffled around quietly to get her toothbrush and toothpaste and some other things you weren't really paying attention to and went into the bathroom.

When she came back out she was in her bedclothes and lifted your feet off the floor to turn you so you could fully lay on the bed. You smiled at her weakly.

"You should go get changed." Yelena said as she got her laptop out her bag. "Then you can pick a movie." She announced when she had gotten under the covers and started her laptop. You smiled more and nodded.

You tried not to think about your family and everything they had said at dinner as you got changed but it proved difficult. Everything they had said echoed around in your head but most of all you couldn't shake the disregarding ways they said it. It was as though you could do no right with them. Maybe they would never be proud no matter what you did.

You placed your toothbrush back I'm the holder and rinsed your mouth before heading back into the bedroom to an awaiting Yelena.

You got under the covers next to her and rested your head on her shoulder as you glanced at the Netflix screen and pointed to one of the comedy movies. About ten minutes into the movie Yelena spoke. "You okay?" She whispered as she continued to look at the screen although that wasn't where her focus was.

"Yeah." You whispered back.

"Promise?" She said after a second." You moved your head away so you could see Yelena clearly.

"I'm so glad you're here." You said honestly. She smiled and nodded as her eyes searched yours.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You knew Yelena wasn't glad she had to spend the time with your family. She was glad that she could support you despite their efforts to bring you down. You were incredibly lucky to have her.

You rested your head back on her shoulder and neither of you spoke for the rest of the movie. Or the rest of the night. You must have fallen asleep about half an hour in.

Yelena wasn't much of an intimate person. She made the odd exception with you and Natasha, but always seemed to refrain or hold herself back from being too close to you. So when you woke up and couldn't tell where your limbs started and Yelena's ended, you were surprised to say the least.

You were resting your head on her rising chest and had your arm slung across her stomach. Your legs were tangled together and her arms were holding onto your waist. A warmth spread through you and you decided to settle back into her hold and closed your eyes with a content smile.

You had about ten minutes to enjoy that before Yelena woke up. You could feel the moment she realized you were so close, she physically froze. You waited in anticipation for something for several moments until your friend very slowly unhooked her legs and guided your body to lay against the mattress and pillows as she slipped out of bed towards the bathroom.

You sighed when you heard the door close and rubbed your eyes slowly, knowing you should get up but wishing more than anything that you could return to how you woke up.

"Morning." Yelena croaked when she left the bathroom and saw you sitting up in bed.

"Morning." You said back with a smile and tried not to focus on how ridiculously attractive her voice sounded.

You gathered some random clothes into a bundle and went into the bathroom to change again and brush your teeth. When you came out Yelena was pulling her shirt over her head and gave you a generous view of her toned stomach. Your face heated up when you saw it and you turned away to pretend you hadn't seen when Yelena noticed you.

"Don't make a sound." Yelena warned. You glanced up at her with some confusion. "I don't think your family's awake yet, that means we get the kitchen to ourselves." She grinned and you did too.

You and Yelena had gotten so used to getting up early for your jobs you forgot other people would still be sleeping. It was hard to break out of the habit but it proved useful.

The pair of you made a quick breakfast and ate it outside thanks to the warm weather even at that time. But soon enough your parents came downstairs and ruined the peaceful atmosphere with the clanging of pots and loud convosations.

You wandered around the side of the house and saw the old table tennis table that bad been folded away years ago and hadn't been set up since. You went over and started setting it up when Yelena joined you and eyed the table with a glimmer of mischief.

The blonde was the most competitive person you had ever met, you learnt that over a simple game of snakes and ladders years ago.

"You played this before?" You asked convosationally.

"I have." She said as you both automatically took up your positions of opposite ends of the table.

"Me too." You said confidently. "A lot." Yelena hummed in acknowledgment and swivelled her bat in her hand and stood ready. You smiled at her seriousness for the game.

You served surprisingly well for someone who hadn't played in a few years and Yelena was able to hit it back with ease. Once you had developed a steady pace you started hitting the ball more daringly to Yelena who was caught off guard before she started doing the same.

The moment you missed the ball a smug grin started on Yelena's face, her arrogance stopped her being aware of you suddenly sending the ball back her way until it was too late.

"That wasn't fair!" She exclaimed childishly.

"That was tables tennis." You said seriously but started smiling again. Yelena rolled her eyes and flipped you off as she trudged back to the table and served the ball with force. You managed to send it back but took a step away from the table in caution.

You continued like that for a while. The competition tension rising as you picked up the pace, one of you occasionally getting a point before the other evened it out.

At one point you were vaguely aware of Dalton sauntering over to see what you were doing and arched his brow at the sight of the table.

"We still have this thing?" He questioned and you hummed quietly in response, too focused on the game.

"Hey Claire! Get over here, we're playing table tennis." You rolled your eyes at the intrusive and could sense Yelena refraining from doing the same until an idea popped into your head.

You caught the ball in your hand and smiled at Yelena's protests as you moved round to her side of the table just as your sister came out.

"I didn't even know we still had this." Claire laughed as she picked up another bat from the box.

"Maybe we should take it back with us." Yelena whispered to you and you bit your lip to contain your smile because yes, yes you should. Inevitably, your siblings sucked at table tennis.

You had suspected as much you just never thought they would be as bad as they were. They missed almost every hit and everytime they did they got increasingly angry, which meant they ended up flaring their arms around like idiots. It was a memory you would be sure to treasure.

"Stupid game" and "probably broken" kept echoing across the table until your siblings finally stormed off to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the day went by quietly. You and Yelena sat by the lake for most of the afternoon to enjoy the sun and heat. You reveled in the most recent memories of your siblings embarrassment and had to keep hushing down to childish whispered whoever one of them was nearby.

Surprisingly, dinner went by peacefully too. You weren't asked anymore questions at the table. Instead, your family were content with talking about their upcoming plans between stealing glances at you and Yelena that the blonde never failed to notice.

The pair of you slipped off to your room the first moment you got and easily fell into bed besides one another. Yelena picked out a horror movie instantly making you groan into her shoulder as she giggled.

She settled down beside you and within the first few jumpscares she slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder so you could sink into her further. You were barely paying attention to the film after that.

Despite the chilling scenes of the film, you couldn't help but want to melt under the warmth of your best friend. You hoped it was something you got to experience more, you felt safer than you ever had in Yelena's arms.

Little did you know that having you in her arms was the most comforting feeling Yelena had ever experienced.

You had thought waking up in Yelena's arms the morning before had been the best thing to awake to. But that day when you woke up not only were your legs tangled together again but the blonde was slowly stroking your hair while your head rested on her chest. It was a gradual gesture that maintained a perfect rhythm and made you want to fall back asleep. But you were afraid you would mistake it for a dream later on. No, it was definitely real.

Luckily, your head was already tilted upwards slightly so when you secretly opened your eyes to risk a peek at your friend you saw her staring out the window as though she was in a trance. She was clearly so deep in thought she hadn't noticed you wake up, you had never seen her like it. But the feeling was too good to ignore, too compelling.

Soon enough, you found yourself drifting off back to sleep.

When you woke up again Yelena was gone. Her absence left am emptiness you knew wasn't good for you. As the days of your visit went on your fake relationship with Yelena was going to effect you even more when it was over.

Over...you couldn't think about that.

Once you got up and got changed you found Yelena in the kitchen looking at the news on her phone as she sipped her coffee.

"Morning, honey." You grinned. Yelena blushed slightly into her coffee, something you thought was undeniably adorable.

"Morning yourself." She tried to play off smoothly making you grin more.

You made breakfast for you both just as your mum came into the kitchen and greeted you both with an overplayed smile, already talking to Yelena about an upcoming party that she should go to. Yelena mumbled something about a full schedule as you managed to whisp her away outside with your food.

Eventually, you and Yelena became bored with sitting around in the house when you had such amazing surroundings on your doorstep. You declared that you were going on a walk with the blonde and left before any of your family could invite themselves to go with you. Especially as you had told your friend to wear her swimwear underneath her clothing as you had a surprise for her.

You made a point of holding Yelena's hand as you left and once you were far away from the house went to take it back only for her to hold on tighter.

"You never know where they could be lurking." She joked as an excuse, so you starting swinging your arms playfully as to assure her you wanted your hands to stay linked together too.

You spent hours in those woods and was thankful for having a spy best friend who of course knew to pack the essentials like food and drinks so you could stay away from the house as long as you wanted. The blonde brought so much you were able to have a small picnic on top of a hill that overlooked the large lake that stretched out all the way back to the house. You remembered thinking up stories as to explain the strange shape and curves to it as a child.

"It's beautiful here." Yelena said as she picked some grapes from the bunch between you.

"It is." You agreed with a fond smile.

"I used to want to live in a place like this." She muttered, sparking your interest.

"In the woods?" You asked curiously and she nodded.

"I thought I could retire to the woods and get a small cabin and I could grow my own food and that was all I needed." You hummed with a smile as you studied Yelena's features.

"Sounds lonely." You thought aloud.

"I'd have a cat." She said simply making you laugh. "I never used to think that but now when it crosses my mind and I picture that life... I picture someone else there with me." You knew she was imagining it as she spoke and you wished you could see exactly what it was she wanted.

"We could always downgrade the holiday house." You half joked as you nodded in the vague direction of the house. "Make it a simple cabin."

"We?" Yelena asked hopefully, the emotion clear before she had a chance to conceal it.

"There's no one I'd rather run away and live in the forest with." You joked although there was a lot of truth to your words. The blonde considered you for a while before smiling and nodded as though she had reached her own internal conclusion.

"Come on." You said suddenly as you stood up and dusted yourself off.

"You want to go back?" Yelena asked and you grinned.

"I'm going to show you that surprise." You declared and packed the remaining food away. Yelena did the same, eager to see the surprise you kept secret the whole way.

It was quite a way back to the house. The whole time Yelena kept asking more questions about it but you wouldn't say. She could only make guesses based on the swim wear which should have left only a few options, non of which she got right.

Finally, you arrived where you wanted to and grinned at Yelena before starting towards the edge. The blonde frowned as she watched you approach the ledge and became worried when she invisioned the steep slope that didn't always lead to water straight down. If you were to fall... your friend didn't have to wait long to see that. You slipped along the edge and disappeared from her view as she gave a startled cry and sprinted towards the edge and knelt over with wide eyes, expecting to see something that could haunt her forever but instead she saw you on a wide ledge but seven feet below her.

To your left was part of the ledge that had been dug into randomly and acted as perfect aid to get back into the woods above.

"Come down here." You beckoned as you starter to take your top off. Yelena's eyes widened more and quickly turned around and dropped down next to you steadily.

She glanced over the side of the small ledge to glance at the fifty foot drop into the water. There was nothing in the way to fall onto but there was no telling how deep that water was.

"You can't go in like that." You laughed as you kicked off your shorts and pushed them to the side. Yelena's face heated up at the sight of you in your y/f/c bikini as you assessed the view. But even in her flustered state she was able to put it all together.

"You want to jump down there?" She exclaimed making you laugh.

"I've done it tones of times." You assured. "It's fun."

"It's a death wish! What if the waters not deep enough?" She questioned making you laugh more.

"Are you scared, Lena." You teased as you took a step towards her making her avert her eyes from your form. She scoffed to play it off.

"Of course not." You hummed in faux belief.

"Well then I'll see you down there." You grinned and took a couple of steps back until your feet were no longer on the platform and you were plummeting down towards the water where you landed with a splash.

Yelena held her breath as she waited for you to resurface for a few agonising seconds. When you did with a gasp and started kicking around frantically to keep yourself afloat with your built up adrenaline the blonde sighed in relief and started taking off her own shorts and shirt and placed them next to your things.

You've jumped from higher. She told herself as she rocked on her feet. With a harness! She argued back before she shoved those thoughts aside and threw herself off the ledge and into the water below.

You laughed as she came back up and pushed her hair away from her way. You swam closer to her and saw her wide smile.

"Fuck." Yelena whispered with a laugh as she looked back up from where you had both come.

"Told you it was fun." You teased as you tried not to focus on the low cut on her bikini bra.

"Yeah yeah." She laughed and adulterer when she looked past you and saw you were surprisingly close to the house. She could see the outline of your family sat outside.

"They're looking." Yelena muttered. You could tell by the look on her face who she was talking about. It wasn't like there was anyone else around either.

"Do you think they've caught on?" You asked nervously as you stared at Yelena's grey eyes to stop you looking at your family.

"Maybe..." She considered and glanced around. "It's not like we've been acting like that much of a couple." You scoffed at that.

"At home everyone assumes we're dating and the one time we need it be believable it isn't." You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile.

"I know." Yelena laughed for a second but then paused. "Then let's give them something believable." She gently placed both her hands on your waist and pulled you slowly towards her. You let her guide you and took extra notice of the water droplets across her face. You almost trembled when your bare stomachs pressed together in the water lightly.

Yelena's soft hands left your waist and gripped your thighs to pull you up to wrap your legs around her own waist. You couldn't help but giggle at the gesture as you wrapped your arms around the blonde's neck and held onto her waist with your legs in a lock.

"Can I?" Yelena whispered when she lifted your chin with her finger and her other hand came round the back of your neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You demanded with a playful smile and leaned in to do it yourself.

You smiled into the kiss and felt Yelena do the same. It was everything you had ever imagined it to be. Her lips were soft and fell into place perfectly against your own as they moved together.

You mind was hazey and your stomach was doing flips at the realisation that you were actually kissing your long time crush. You forced yourself to remember that it was all a show. That Yelena didn't mean it. But she put on a believable act and kissed passionately, even slipping her tongue through your parter lips to explore your mouth further.

When she eventually pulled away you rested your foreheads together to catch your breath and grinned as you closed your eyes.

"You're a really good kisser." You blurted out making Yelena chuckle.

"Not too bad yourself." She teased.

"I hope not, we're gonna have to do that again." You smiled and instantly realized that sounded like a confession you desperetly wished you could claim. "You know because...Once probably wasn't enough to make it entirely believable." You rambled and Yelena nodded somewhat stiffly and let your legs drop back down.

You wanted to say something to her, anything but it was all stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a small murmurarion of starlings flew across the lake, some of them skimming the water then gaining height again as they got closer to you and Yelena.

You both ducked instinctively as they flew over your heads and off towards the forest again as you watched them in awe until they disappeared. You glanced up at the sky and noticed the sun had gone behind a cloud, ableing you to continue looking up at the other birds higher up.

You kicked your legs up slightly so you could lay on your back and outstretch your arms to keep you afloat in the water so you could stare up at the sky without hurting your neck.

You didn't realise Yelena mimicked you until her hands brushed against yours. She withdrew it as soon as you touched and went to murmmer an apology but you smiled and held onto her hand as you both lay watching the birds.

Neither of you had to say anything. It was a comfortable and peaceful silence that was occasionally filled with birds chirping or the sound of a calm breeze. Of all the things you expected to feel on that trip, relaxed was not one of them. You stayed like that for a while until you were both snapped out of your daydreams by the distant yell that declared dinner. Well, you had to go back to them eventually.

Both of you took your time swimming back to dry land and only felt a shiver when you left the water and the breeze hit you. Yelena spotted and reached the towels before you and wrapped yours around you tightly. You thanked her with a small blush as you both sauntered up to the house where the mouthwatering smell of a barbecue greeted you. Your dad was leaning over it while shooing your brother away as he tried to offer his 'help'.

You and Yelena went inside to change swiftly and came back outside as the food was being placed on plates and your mum finished setting up the buffet.

Everyone starter helping themselves and you piled as much food as you could onto the plate. You parents had asked what food Yelena liked and when you gave them a brief list you added in a few things you knew you both loved.

"You gonna eat all that?" Anna asked as she eyed all the food on your plate. Guilt and insecurities washed over you until Yelena purposefully grabbed a large handful of small sausage rolls and put them on her plate that was piled with a considerable amount more food than your own. You smiled at the reassuring gesture as she sat down with a satisfied grin on her face when she saw Anna close her mouth to stay quiet.

"Thanks." You whispered to her as you sat down.

"If you don't eat all that I will." She declared. You were pretty sure she went back for seconds.

Instead of disappearing back to your room like you did the previous nights, you and Yelena stayed with your family for a while after dinner. It wasn't to do with their company, more the mesmerising fire in the firepit you all sat around. You were cuddled up into Yelena's side with a blanket over both of you as you stared at the flames, smiling at their small flickers and dances.

"So Yelena," one of your sisters began, "are any of the other Avengers...you know." She nodded her head in the direction of you both.Oh boy, you though.

"I don't think it's my place to say." Yelena said because yes, a lot of the Avengers were queer.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." Anna encouraged as she sat forward eagerly.

"I could, but I'm not going to." Yelena continued to defy.

"Lay off it guys." You mumbled but was ignored. Your family took it in turns saying her teammates names in hopes of sparking a reaction, clearly forgetting they were facing a spy.

"Stark!" Claire said but was instantly shut down by the others.

"He's married!" Dalton objected.

"Could still be bi though." Claire tried but Dalton just scoffed.

"I suppose there's going to be more surprises."

"What does that mean?" Yelena asked with narrowed eyes. Dalton met her gaze with his own challenging one.

"I just never thought one of the Avengers would be a dyke." You felt Yelena stiffen as you all held your breath. There was no way to tell what was going through the blonde's mind, especially as after all those years of friendship you still didn't even know what team she batted for. She was an ally at least, but would she see this as her battle to fight?

Upon getting no reaction, Dalton continued. "It makes sense why you'd hang out with y/n though, we always knew something was wrong with her but-"

"That's enough." Your mum snapped with a guilty expression she failed to mask. You swallowed hard and moved to get up, deciding you had heard enough.

"Then you're idiots." Yelena stated as she glared daggers at your brother while you sunk down.

"I'll have you know I have a doctorate-"

"Your idiots." She repeated. "There's nothing wrong with y/n, which is impressive considering she's grown up around you lot." You looked at your friend in awe as she continued.

"She's the most amazing person I've ever known, including any of the Avengers. She's everything that you're not and I'm lucky to call her my girlfriend. It doesn't matter what any of you think of her, I love her and I always will." She declared as shot daggers at each individual family member who had fallen silent. She took your hand and pulled you up from your seat to take you inside.

You couldn't get her saying she loved you out of your head. You reminded yourself over and over again on the way to your room that it was just an act. That the blonde was making her point. But God, how you wished it was real.

She was so gentle with you as she guided you through the house. When you got to your room and broke down sobbing she held you on the bed for a long time until your cries turned to sniffles. The thing was, you weren't sure what you were crying over. Sure, what Dalton had said had hurt. As did the confirmation that your whole family had always looked down on you. But you had known that was the case for a long time, you had moved on from it.

Instead, you may have being crying over what you didn't know and didn't have. How much of what Yelena said was true? It was all based off of something that wasn't real. What if she saw you the same way your family did?

When you stopped crying you became aware of Yelena gently stroking your hair as she rested her head on yours and held you close to her. You remembered the memories you had accumulated over the past few days with her. The kisses, the hand holding, the nights together, how she stood up for you like no one ever had. You loved her so much.

"I think we should go tomorrow." Yelena mumbled and you nodded into her shoulder.

"I'm not going to leave you though, you know that right? You can stay at mine and we'll watch more of those crappy American movies you like." She mocked lightly making you chuckle against her. "Whatever you want."

"I just want you." You said honestly. You knew you shouldn't have said that, but you were too emotionally drained to care.

"I just want you too, y/n." You pulled away from the blonde to look at her clearly.

"I don't think you know what I mean." You sniffer and she smiled at you fondly.

"I mean what I said earlier, around the fire." Your eyes widened slightly and you held your breath.

"It was all an act though." You whispered and Yelena chuckled as she exhaled sharply.

"No y/n." "I think I am inlove with you." She said as she took ahold of your hand and searched your face for any signs of a reaction to her confession.

"Me?" You questioned, not quite believing it.

"Yes you, idiot." You smiled and sighed in relief, not being able to find the words to express your overflowing happiness and numerous other emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint. You let go of Yelena's hand and brought them both up to cup her cheeks. You had done a lot more handholding than kissing in the previous few days. It needed to be evened out.

You closed the gap between you and kissed Yelena with just as much passion as you had in the lake, except all hesitation and questions were gone. Because you knew she loved you. Oh God she loved you. You grinned into the kiss at the thought and felt her hand fall to your hip while the other caressed the side of your neck in the most gentle manner you had ever seen from her. When you eventually pulled away you rested your forehead against hers, a smile still playing on both your lips.

"Told you we'd have to do that again." You said and and laughed. "I love you too."

"Well I hoped that wasn't a pity kiss." She joked and you smacked her arm playfully.

"It definetly was not and I'll prove it to you by taking you on a date when we get back." You promised as you sat back to look at her clearly.

"Oh yeah?" She asked with a playful smirk and leaned over so her face was inches away from yours.

"Yeah." You said back.

"Well until then, my real girlfriend should definetly just keep kissing me." She said as she pushed you down gently and kissed you again. You smiled against her gleefully.

"Your girlfriend would love to."

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Wanda and Natasha just want a great first Valentine’s day, but Yelena gets bored.

Word Count: 2495

Warnings: none that I can think of, but let me know if I should add any :)

A/N: It is...no longer Valentine’s day where I am, obviously it was meant to be, but then I got distracted by just about everything you can get distracted by, so let’s just pretend it’s still today. This fic is with aroace! reader though, and it’s kind of a continuation of a previous fic I wrote called Roommates, but you don’t have to read that for this to make sense :)

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"I don't know Natasha, I don't exactly scope the area for the most romantic sites, do I?" Yelena groaned, looking frustrated by the call with her sister already. You looked up just in time to catch her rolling her eyes, so you paused the TV to keep her focused. You had been watching it together, but the adverts had just finished and you could wait.

"Yeah The Ivy is nice but it'll be fully booked, you won't get a reservation," your friend continued, her face morphing into a scowl, "Oh of course you do. You always know someone."

She pulled the phone away from her ear, covering it lightly with a hand as she asked you "romantic things to do nearby?"

"Rowing in Knaresborough?" You weren't sure if it was really romantic, but it was a pretty area, and the physical exertion was probably nothing to the Avengers.

"Oh yeah that's a good one," Yelena approved, repeating it into the phone for her sister. "Natasha says hi"

"Hi Natasha!" you called out, hopefully loud enough for the woman to hear on the other end.

"Yeah, so can we get back to our show now?"

"Yelena, be nice" you scolded teasingly. If Natasha had called her sister for romantic advice then she must seriously be stressing. A bad attitude from Yelena was not what she needed. Your friend glared at your remark, but ultimately nodded, "Yeah I'll see you tomorrow Tasha, I love you too."

With a huff she hung up, flopping back onto the sofa to continue the show you were watching. "Nat's bringing Wanda here for Valentine's?" you guessed

"Yes. And it's their first one so of course it has to be perfect"

"Wanda will like it either way"

Yelena scoffed, "try telling Nat that. She's flying her girlfriend halfway across the world just to see England and still thinks that's not enough!"

You laughed, much to the confusion of your housemate, Izzie, who had been passing through the living room to get to the kitchen, though she stopped to watch you both. "Are you guys doing that thing where you talk about the Avengers' personal lives as if it's nothing again?"

"One of them is my sister, so yes, I get to" Yelena shrugged

"I still can't believe I was living with the Black Widow's sister this whole time!" Izzie squealed, shaking her head slightly while she continued on her journey for food.

"It takes some getting used to" you added while she was still in earshot, before you turned to Yelena clenching her jaw. "Sorry" you muttered, looking down at your lap. You knew she didn't like it when she was compared to her sister.

"Maybe the Avengers say the same thing about Natasha, since you're, you know, a Black Widow too" you proposed, breaking the tension in the room just as quickly as it had settled.

It was a poor attempt at comedy, but Yelena appreciated it, smiling slightly when you looked back up. "I'm the cooler one so I bet they do" she nodded sagely, "in fact, they probably say they picked the wrong sister.

Thankful it had worked, you could go back to your teasing, "whatever you choose to believe Lena". The words were accompanied by you pressing play on the remote, the action successfully diverting your friend's focus before she could retaliate.

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The next day was Valentine's and, aside from Yelena, all the rest of your housemates were preparing for dates rather chaotically. Every minute one of them would run into the living room, completely ignoring the fact that they were blocking your view of the TV, because they were desperately searching for their missing phone, gift, wallet...whatever. In the end you and your ex-assassin friend switched the screen off, sitting and silently pointing out the object to help your friends out.

"How's Natasha doing?" you asked at one point. There had been a lull in people interrupting, because they were all now banging on bathroom doors to have a last minute shower.

"She's-" Yelena began, but a loud yell for someone to get out of the shower echoed through the house, cutting her off and sending you to the verge of giggles. One moment of eye contact with Yelena was enough to set you both off, laughing at the ridiculousness of how quickly the household had descended into chaos. "She's probably this stressed, yeah" Yelena managed to get out between laughs, "they're almost here though, an hour or two out"

"Are they coming here at all?"

"No" Yelena sighed, "Natasha wants nothing to do with me today. She booked some fancy hotel like my room isn't enough for her anymore"

"Well yeah, you don't want a couple using your bed at the end of Valentine's day, you know?"

Yelena narrowed her eyes, sending you a questioning look, "Natasha always sleeps in my room, why would Valentine's be any different? Do you just not want me sleeping in your room?"

Her face didn't indicate she was joking, but then again it rarely did unless she wanted it to. But still, you waved her concerns away with a "nevermind"

"No. Why is it different Y/N?" she continued, which meant you audibly sighed with relief when Izzie walked in, interrupting to ask if either of you had seen her hairbrush.

"It's over there" you pointed, saying nothing else until she had left the room. "So what has Nat planned for Wanda"

No-one would fall for that diversion, much less Yelena, but she mentally gave up her questioning, settling for one last suspicious glare before answering. "Natasha liked your idea, so they're having a picnic on a rowing boat, going for a nature walk, dinner, then having a night at the hotel. It sounds nice."

Her eyes lay on the dormant TV, only flitting to you once. It was like she was trying to turn it on through sheer willpower with how hard she was glaring at it. You smirked. "Are you jealous 'Lena?"

"What? You know I don't like anyone like that, especially not my sister's girlfriend"

"No not that. Jealous of what they're doing, all the activities rather than just staying in and watching rubbish films?"

She lowered her head and you knew you'd hit the spot, especially when she began to toe the ground. "I just- why do people get to do all those fun activities just because they're dating someone?"

"You don't have to be on a date with someone, we can do it too if you want? no romo."

"Did you just say 'no romo'?" Yelena scoffed, meeting your eye just so she could raise a condescending eyebrow.

"Yes" you shrugged, "but you want to do them don't you?"

Her mouth widened into an O, followed closely by her eyes. She'd had a thought. That never ended well. "We should gatecrash their date!"

"One of our housemates' or Wanda and Nat's" you asked slowly, "wait no don't answer that because we're not crashing anyone's dates!"

"Nat wouldn't mind"

"Nat absolutely would mind, did you not see how stressed she was for this? Do not drag me into this"

"We're doing it". You didn't even have time to argue before she sprang up. And she was halfway upstairs before she yelled at you to get ready too. You obeyed with a groan; there was no use fighting because when Yelena got an idea in her head, she followed through. It had gotten you both into trouble before and you knew this time would be no different, especially when she seemed dead set on having you join her in disturbing the date of a witch and an assassin.

Five minutes later and you were ready, waiting at the door while Yelena did who knows what. You didn't want to know actually, it'd give you plausible deniability when it blew up in your faces later.

Within a second you went from scrolling on your phone to having your arm grabbed and being dragged out of the door. Yelena didn't let you go until you were in the car, and she didn't say anything the whole ride. Despite the silence you could tell she was giddy with excitement, the leg that wasn't on the pedal was bouncing up and down and her fingers thrummed on the steering wheel.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" you asked at last

"Nope. But I was bored and I wanted to annoy Natasha" she grinned

"please say you're joking" you begged, but her grin only spread,

"Nope but look, it'll be more fun than our previous plan to watch films! We can do that whenever!”

You slumped back in your seat forcefully, crossing your arms as well just to make sure Yelena noticed your displeasure even with her eyes on the road. “We can only watch movies any other day if we survive for another day. They could both kill me in the blink of an eye, and knowing you, a situation will occur where they do want to kill me.”

“Pssh, we’re gonna be fine, and look, we’re here!”

It was the least she could do, but Yelena did at least pay the fee for the row boat rental, since she did drag you into all of it, and she did also do all the work of rowing while you took care of the steering, so you soon got into the swing of it.

Half an hour in and, in all honesty, you were enjoying it. Possibly because Yelena was doing all the work, and possibly because her sister hadn’t shown up yet, but maybe just because it was a nice activity, spending time with a friend doing something other than studying and watching TV.

Despite the numerous couples on the river, it was oddly calm. Most of them were just drifting and enjoying being together, and Yelena was working hard to ensure you avoided everyone. Actually, forget about it being calm, it was calm everywhere aside from where your boat was. Yelena was rowing like her life depended on it, competitively sweeping through boats and swerving way faster than you would have thought possible.

It couldn’t solely be blamed on Yelena this time though, as it did take both of you to work the boat. But in your defence, it was her who encouraged you to come to the river, and to start racing laps through all the couples. And that was the exact defence you used when the boat was surrounded in red mist, freezing you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened as realisation hit you. You slowly turned your head towards your equally guilty-looking friend, having a silent conversation between you which mostly consisted of ‘oh we’re in trouble’ and ‘how do we get out of this?’. Unfortunately, there was no solution for the latter and you both accepted that you needed to look up, turning synchronously to the next canoe over.

Natasha sat at the oars, her narrowed eyes glaring daggers at both you and Yelena, which only served to make her accompanying smile look incredibly threatening. Your eyes diverted to the other woman on the boat who, thankfully, looked more amused than angry. Wanda met your eyes and smirked, biting her lip to try and hide the growing grin when she realised it wasn’t the most appropriate time. Although she had released the boat from her magic, you didn’t fancy your chances of rowing away right now, despite everything in you that wanted to.

You were screwed. Your heart beat madly out of your chest as you looked between the two women, and that feeling only got worse when your boat companion began to laugh hysterically.

“Yelena now is not the time” you urged under your breath, but of course that did nothing to dissuade her.

“Yelena did you help me plan the date, just so you could gate crash it? You know I wanted it to be perfect!” Natasha yelled, “and you too Y/N?” she added, just in case you had thought you’d gotten away with it. But of course not.

“Aww, you wanted it to be perfect?” Wanda whispered, turning to Natasha adoringly

“I had nothing to do with it, I promise! I just wanted to suggest a nice thing, but then ‘Lena wanted to do it as well, and I thought we’d do it another day but she insisted on today and then actually, physically dragged me” you rambled in one breath, “also hi”

“Hi” Wanda waved back with a smile, Natasha merely nodded.

“Oh, well throw me under the bus why don’t you” Yelena grumbled,

“That’s what you get when you drag me to interrupt your sister’s date!”

“I was bored! What else was I supposed to do?”

“Anything else” Natasha seethed.

“Love, it’s okay,” Wanda said gently. It had an amazing effect at calming Natasha down. “Now we get to see them, and that makes it nicer. Plus you flew me here just because I said I wanted to see it, everything else could go completely wrong at it would still be perfect because I’m with you.”

“See, that’s what I said!” Yelena exclaimed. You cut here off with an elbow to the rib. Now was not the time. She didn’t seem to understand that though, instead thinking you were picking a fight. An elbow from her, and a resulting slap of her arm from you, and the two of you were set off in a fight... on a very unsteady boat.

Wanda and Natasha did a great job ignoring the both of you, but they had just gotten to professing their love for one another when the predictable happened. The fight had been off centre for just a little too long, and soon the dip increased dramatically, quickly flipping and dunking you and Yelena into the water.

Someone screamed, you weren’t sure who, but when you resurfaced Wanda and Natasha were both soaked and staring in shock at your overturned vessel. Yelena came up a second later, glaring angrily at the boat as if it had personally offended her. That was when Wanda began to laugh. It was small at first, but when Natasha’s chuckles joined in they soon got louder. You couldn’t help yourself but join, even if they were laughing, in part, at you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Natty” Wanda said, simultaneously leaning in to kiss her girlfriend and also turning your boat upright with a flick of her hand. Their kiss got deeper as you and Yelena climbed back on, to the point where you felt like a voyeur just for looking in that direction.

Wanda gave one last flick of her wrist before she set both hands on Natasha, pulling her in further. The boost of magic sending your boat speeding towards the dock, where you and Yelena shakily got off.

You and Yelena stared at each other in shocked silence, before you spoke, “I think we learnt our lesson”

“Never doing that again”

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#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #aroace yelena belova #yelena belova & reader #yelena belova imagine #natasha romanoff & reader #natasha romanoff & Yelena belova & reader #yelena belova x reader #marvel #mcu

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Tech problems (bucky x reader)

Summary: bucky doesn’t know how to work the TV, his new phone, anything. After getting made fun if he wants to quit but the reader helps him out.

Pairing: bucky barns x reader

Warning: mentions of death near the end, but it’s mostly fluff

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Bucky stood at the counter in the kitchen, full weight leaning on the concrete slab that most people ate off of. His eyebrows were basically touching as he fiddled with his phone that Tony just gave him, he just couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.

“Hey, old guy!” Tony walked in, “whatcha doing?” He walked over and peered over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Trying to…” his brain wasn’t focused on completing the sentence, more on creating an e-mail.

“I see,” Tony snatched the phone from Bucky’s hands and turned his back to him, Bucky tried to see what he was doing but Tony kept walking around. A little bit of anger grew inside him because Tony seemed just fine at working with tech- everyone did.

Steve had walked in, “Tony, what are you doing?” His voice was tired and annoyed, he already knew what was happening simply from the way Bucky looked longingly at Steve. “Tony-“

“Ah-ta-ta, let me help him.” Tony smirked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’m doing it all for him, aaaand- done!” He turned and slapped the phone in the table, it looked like everyone else’s.

“What did you do to it?” Bucky asked, his anger coming through in his tone.

“Nothing, tin man- old man- silver hair, just nothing.” He seemed like he was telling the truth, “i just did it so you wouldn’t keep annoying me and asking so many god damn questions, jeez.” Tony scoffed and walked away, Bucky didn’t pick up the phone, rather stare at it.

“How stupid am I?” Bucky asked, “really, like you got this figured out in less than a week, Tony told me when I asked for the Bluetooth password.”

“Wifi.” Steve corrected.

“What?” Bucky looked over, “same thing, who cares…” Bucky waved him off, his head snapped up at Steve suppressing a laugh, his stomach sank, “what?” His voice light and almost a whisper.

“It’s not the same thing, very much not the same thing.” He laughed, Bucky sighed, he’d had enough of this. Bucky picked up the phone and walked down the hall, “oh, come on! I’m having fun with you!” Steve laughed.

~~~

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, training with Nat had just ended and you were heading back to your shared room with Bucky. As you walked past the kitchen you saw Steve looking at nothing, he hand kept his head up.

“Why the long face?” You panted, still needing to catch your breath.

“I made fun of Bucky, he’s mad now.” His mouth barley moved, the sentence was muffled.

“About what?” You asked softly but you were still mad, he made fun of your boyfriend.

“Him not knowing how to use tech,” Steve looked up and saw your jaw drop, “what?”

“Literally last night he was so upset because he called me when I was training and he used the emergency signal, so I came running to our room and he had no idea.” You looked towards the bedrooms, “he was so upset with himself that he made me scared, he was all in his head. I need to go check up on him,” you sighed and turned to go to your room; that hot shower had to wait.

Once you made it to your room you softly knocked on the door, “Bucky?” You called, when you heard a hum you opened the door a jar, seeing him slumped over with his phone in his hands. “Hey, babe.” He seemed to break out of his thoughts when you placed a hand on his back.

“Hi, doll face.” He tried to smile, “how’s training?” He looked over to you as you sat beside him.

“Very long and very tiring,” you chuckled, you knew if you asked how he was doing he might get mad or breakdown, “Steve told me what happened, he seemed sad when I was in the kitchen.” Your hand started to rub his upper back, making sure you didn’t hit any scars through the shirt. “You wanna talk about it?” His phone was still on the home page, all the apps were downloaded but you knew he didn’t do that himself.

“I don’t know anything,” he sighed, “i don’t know how to work my phone, the microwave, the TV…I don’t know how to use the system thing in here properly, I can barley understand cars these days, that’s why I use the motorcycle because they didn’t change much but-… y/n, everyone thinks it so funny, the old guy who doesn’t know jack shit about tech.” He slumped forward.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” you moved up to the back of his neck, knowing he likes when you get under into his scalp.

“You’re different.” He stated.

“How so?”

“Because you’ve never been mean to anyone, you’re this shining star, you’re a light and you’re never mean.” His eyes left his phone and he looked at your leg, not wanting to make eye contact after saying that.

Your heart melted, his lips turned up at the quickly kiss to his cheek. He looked over and kissed you back, your hands wrapped around his neck and his pulled your waist in. After pulling away your foreheads rested on one another’s.

“Let me teach you, yeah?” You whispered, “no jokes. No funny business. As long as you need, I’ll go through it all.” You leaned back and waiting for his response.

“I don’t wanna make you go through-“

“Nope. Final rule, no self-doubt.” You smiled, his lip pouted out and he tried to cover his face and blush.

“Okay,” he nodded, “teach me.”

“Not right now,” you laughed, Bucky quirked a brow, “I’m tired and sweaty and I feel gross, also, I would like some cuddles.” You stood and grabbed your towel and a change of comfy clothes, “tomorrow.”

~~~

It was the next day, Bucky sat on the bed as you walked around the TV in your shared room, deep down he wanted to take some notes but he knew if anyone found them, he’d never hear the end of it.

“So let’s start basic,” you stood in front of the blank TV, “let’s say you’ve lost he remote, this is how you control it. Right here,” you pointed to the circle with a line through the top symbol, “that is the universal signal for on and off, look for that. Then, once you’ve pressed it here is the little notches for the volume and then the channel notches.” You pointed as you went along the bottom of the screen.

“Sounds easy,” Bucky muttered more to himself.

“But we have a remote, here, same little symbol, on and off. There, that’s the volume, and the big circle can help navigate up and down, side to side.” You showed him up close, “lots of these buttons will never be used, so I won’t really go through them.” You waved it off. “Okay, test number one, turn of the tv.” You passed the remote.

“Okay…” bucky clicked the button with the symbol he now knew and the screen lit up, some random cartoon played, “yes!” He shit up and jumped, quickly catching himself he sat back down.

“Can you change the channel for me?” You asked, a smirk on your face from his reaction before, he clicked the channel button and it went to the news. “And turn it up, please.”

“Easy,” he smiled and clicked, no sound came out. “What?” He clicked again and the sound came back, but not louder.

“You hit the mute button, use the long button here,” you pointed, he clicked up and it went up one level, after catching on and holding it the volume kept going up, “Bucky-“ you tried to warn but the volume cut out completely.

“Shit.” He stood up, Bucky fiddled with the notches on the actual TV but nothing happened. “What did I do?” His face i genuine terror, “did I break it, oh god, Tony’s gonna get some mad.”

“You blew out the speakers,” after observing the smoke coming out from the side of the TV that was the only possible answer.

“I knew i’d mess it up, I get so cocky, I really thought I had it.” He paced around, tugging his hair.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be fine,” you calmed him and sat him in the bed, “it’s hard at first but it will only get easier.” You smiled before pulling him into a hug, you could feel his sigh of defeat as he hugged back.

You both headed out to the kitchen, Bucky still in a mood from breaking the TV a couple minutes ago. You both had some coffee, yours with a little milk.

“Hello, lovebirds.” Tony walked in, Bucky looked right at his feet and tried not to look awkward. “What’s up with cyborg over here?” Tony giggled.

“Nothing,” you dipped your coffee, Bucky just nodded along.

“I got a notification that the speakers in your room were blown out,” Tony teased, Bucky stiffened and inches closer to you, “what happened?”

Bucky looked up, his mouth open and about to talk. You gently placed a hand on his chest and looked him in the eye, a way of saying ‘I got this’.

“I sat in the remote, turns out my ass poked it right at the volume and I couldn’t figure it out in time.” You laughed, Bucky looked at you crazy before forcing one out.

Tony hunched over, “I can picture that, oh wow- I wish I was there!” He cackled before turning away and walking down the hall, “it’ll be fixed by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

~~~

It was lonely without you, it was very rare you’d go in missions without Bucky but also rare you’d go alone. It was a simple infiltrate, you were more on the espionage rather than Captain America side of powers.

Bucky had tired to talk to Steve about letting someone go with you, this mission would involve zero contact with the base. But no one listened, it was always going to be you.

It had been a month, three quarters done with the they needed. The tech lesions had to be halted, you weren’t there to teach and Bucky refused to let anyone tell him anything about the tech in his room.

“If only you could see me, babe…” he whispered as he worked the TV, that was the only thing he knew, and he was great at it. Last week he recorded a show, he was never going to watch it, but it as recorded. He almost had a heart attack when the remote stopped working, but it just ran out of batteries.

After doing all the cool tricks he knew he looked over to your side of the bed, it was neatly made and seemed untouched. Whenever you’d be fine for even a night he’d sleep on the ground, but he promised he’d sleep on the bed, but he never rolled over or even sat on your side.

The one thing he missed was the way your shampoo stunk up the whole bed in a good way, when he’d wake up the morning after you’d showered he’d could smell your lavender shampoo right away, it almost puts him back to sleep. But as the days went on, it faded.

Bucky looked around before gently placing his face your pillow, almost like an afterthought of your sent came through; just barley there. His face hovered before he gave in and relaxed on it, he knew if he’d roll around the sent would fade quicker, he didn’t really care.

There was a hard spot on your pillow, he reached under and found a green spiral notebook. It didn’t have anything in the cover, once he opened it a gasp fell from his lips.

It was a notebook, for every piece of tech in the house. From his phone to how F.R.I.D.A.Y. works, it was all there. Intricate diagrams that where labeled, one page had everything he needed to know.

Bucky’s phone sat face down in his bedside table, he flipped the that page and looked it over. He picked up his phone and read through it all, slightly muttering then words that were written to himself like he was being taught.

“Okay, you got this,” he said as he pressed the on button, as he navigated around he learned how to add a contact, send and text, google, the a picture, send an email. Everything.

~~~

You walked into the compound completely exhausted, one black eye layer, the base had been infiltrated. You went to your mission report computer and Tony was there, he gave you your phone.

“Connect back to the wifi,” he nodded before leaving you to connect.

Once you were fully back online your phone began to buzz, over and over. Tons of notifications rolled in. You went to emails first.

From: bucky

To: y/n

Subject: test?

Hellooooooo this is a test, don’t worry about it!

You laughed and scrolled through the other emails, finding out they were all kind of the same, then you went to text messages.

There was a selfie of him holding the green book, his smile couldn’t have been wider. He sent three, probably by accident. But they were still cute.

So I figured hit text!

Kinda cool

I found the book, it was like Christmas

Anyway, I know you won’t read this but I think I’ll try the oven next, I’ll ask wanda about it.

As the texts went on, your heart started to drop and your stomach swirled. They had been getting progressively sadder.

Hey doll face, I hope you’re well, miss you

I miss you

I love you

I wanna marry you one day, maybe live on farm and have a few kids

If you want

Sent: two months ago

I finished your book, I think I know it all now, I’ve been going over those tests you put in the back sleeve, they’re really good

You’re very thoughtful

I know you can’t see this

I don’t know what to do with myself, this is very hard.

Sent: one month ago

Are you dead?

I had a dream you died in my arms, and I can’t tell if it was a flashback or a dream

I hope you’re not

I love you too much

Please come home

Please

I really need you

I wish I never learn how to use this shit, honestly, I can’t seem to put my phone down because this is all I have if you right now. I keep checking it to see if you’ve responded but I know you haven’t, but part of me wants you to respond so I know you’re alive.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

Sent: 24 hours ago

You slammed the phone down and raced down the hall, you passed the kitchen and everyone who smiled at you because they hadn’t seen you in three months, they probably also thought you were dead.

You stopped right before the door, you could hear soft whimpers coming from inside.

“I miss you,” the voice was muffled.

You opened the door silently, you saw Bucky lying right next to your side of the bed, it was still perfectly made. You also saw what looked like glass shattered by the wall, a closer look and it was his phone.

“Bucky?” You asked.

His head shot up and he sat up straight, after wiping his face he ran right over to you. His hug pushed you back on the floor, he just stayed there.

“Don’t ever do that again, please.” His voice was still shaken, “I can’t go through that again.”

“Never again, i was so worried when I saw your text a minuet ago.” You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Your name in my phone, your the only one.” He sniffled, “it was like it was taunting me, I got really mad and I threw it.” He hugged you tighter, “you were supposed to come home two days ago.” He cried.

“I know,” you housed him and sat up, as he pulled away he saw your bruised face, his thumb gently traced the purple mark.

“I don’t want a phone, I like knowing about it, but I’ll only ever borrow yours.” He seemed like he was pledging something, like an oath.

“Done deal,” you pulled him in for a long kiss, hoping it would never end.

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barns #comfort #marvel #bucky oneshot #bucky barns fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Deep End - Two

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Smut (DubCon,) Manipulation, Anxiety

Word Count: 3.4K

A/n: Boom part two! I wanna hear what y’all think’s gonna happen with this series

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

“Good morning, Darling.” Chapped lips press a kiss to your cheek, strong arms winding around your figure and a sharp chin digging into your shoulder.

“Breakfast smells delicious.” You only hum, trying to get your hands to stop shaking.

“Is it eggs?!” Sarah bounds down the stairs excitedly, running straight for your legs.

Steve intercepts her, tossing her up in the air then catching her in his arms again.

She erupts in a fit of giggles and squeals as he starts tickling her, and you find yourself biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything to him.

“Eggs and bacon and pancakes only for you, Princess!” He exclaims, kissing her cheek then setting her back on her feet.

“Do I still go to school?” Sarah asks, climbing up onto one of the barstools and kicking her legs.

“Yes, sweetie, you still have to go to school. We’re gonna get you back to school soon, there’s just some things that... your dad... and I need to discuss first, okay? But today, you can relax at home, eat your breakfast and explore the house if you want.” She nods her head eagerly, little hands holding her fork as you slide a plate of food over to her.

You portion some out for Steve too, grinding your teeth together in distaste.

You scoured the house for anything that could be used against him but came up completely empty-handed. Rat poison, bleach, Lysol. Nothing.

He takes his plate with a smile, his free hand gripping your waist and turning you to him slightly.

He leans down, lips pressed against yours for a brief gentle moment before pulling away and sticking his tongue out at a snickering Sarah.

He sits down beside Sarah and starts eating, his eyes boring holes into your back as you gather some food for yourself. As you’re getting ready to sit down, he stands up, unlocking a drawer by the sink and grabbing a bottle of something.

Your heart races in your chest and you hold your fork just the tiniest bit tighter, prepared to use it as a weapon if you need to.

He turns back to you with a smile, setting two small pills on your napkin, away from Sarah’s curious gaze.

“Take them with your food,” he instructs, kissing your forehead then sitting back down between you and your daughter.

"Morgan’s gonna get dropped off for a little while, Sarah. She’s around your age and I think you two will get along great. You guys can play while your mother and I talk, okay?” She bobs her head up and down, shovelling the eggs into her mouth.

“Good.”

~*~

“They’re really hitting it off,” Steve says with a smile, watching as his daughter and her new friend play in the backyard.

You hesitantly come up beside him, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“I-I’m always nervous about her making friends. She’s never really had problems with it but...” You trail off, taking a step back as he turns around to face you.

“Tony’s got Morgan enrolled in a private school, says it’s really good. I was thinking we could send Sarah there too.” You bite your bottom lip and shrug. “I-I don’t know how I feel about private schools. What are the reviews like? And are they strict? I don’t want her... all I want is for her to have a normal childhood. That’s all I want.” Steve’s face softens and he nods, taking your hand and ushering you to the living room.

“It’s all gonna be okay. I know it’s gonna take some getting used to, but it’ll all work out in the end, you’ll see.”

You take a couple of deep breaths, wanting so desperately to believe him but you know better.

“Tony says the school’s really good, and it’s not super strict. The kids still get to have fun and make friends while learning. I think we should give it a shot and if she doesn’t like it we’ll find another school for her to go to.” You nod, eyes fluttering over to the window looking over the backyard.

“Now, I think you and I need to set down some ground rules, okay?” You turn to him, your guard up in an instant.

His face is calm, but you still don’t trust him.

“Sarah’s going to be at school all day, I’ve gotta go to work, which means you’re going to be here to look after the house. My beautiful housewife.” You furrow your brows, “What am I supposed to do here all day?” He looks around with pursed lips.

“Cook and clean? Keep the house looking nice, maybe you could start a garden if you want. But soon you’ll have less time for moving around and more time for...” he trails off, his hand coming to rest on your stomach.

“You’re gonna give me another baby, gonna carry it in that beautiful body of yours. And when the baby gets here you’ll have your hands full so you may want to start planning for that now.”

You’ve got no choice in this.

“D-did you keep any of Sarah’s old baby furniture?” You ask softly, fighting back tears.

“No, I gave it to Nat and Bucky cause they were talking about adopting. But you can buy more. I’ll give you my card and that can be your task. When Sarah’s at school and you’re done with cleaning, you can start setting up the new baby’s room.” He says it like it’s the most prestigious task he could give and you should be thanking him for the opportunity.

“Now, one last thing...” He eyes you for a moment then shakes his head.

“Your old wardrobe is going to be gotten rid of. I don’t want to see you in these leggings or jeans. I’ll have Nat bring over some clothes that are more acceptable, but until then, there should be a few decent dresses still in the closet from... before.” His eyes dark the tiniest bit at the mention of how things were.

“I want you to go change, then gather up all your old clothes. Once that’s done, you can start making lunch. I’m going to run out to grab a few things for dinner, we’re having guests over tonight, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

You say nothing, eyes focused on the floor.

He grabs your chin roughly and forces you to look at him, his eyes blazing.

“I asked you a fucking question, dear. You’d better answer me before I get angry.”

You swallow hard then nod, “o-okay. I will.”

He nods and lets go of your face with a smile, rising to his feet and fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

“Good. I’m thinking pasta for dinner.”

~*~

You’re wearing a yellow sundress that comes just past your knees. It flows with every step you take and you’ve gotta admit that it’s quite pretty. You hate that he chose it, though.

You set the dining room table silently, mind racing. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice you’re not alone until a hand is grabbing the bottom of your dress.

“Mommy, did you hear me?” You gasp, jumping in surprise then shaking your head.

“No, Sarah, I didn’t. Mommy was just thinking. Sorry, what did you say?” She huffs a breath.

“Daddy said that Aunty Nat is coming over for dinner! Do you think she’ll bring ice cream?” Your heart clenches and you sigh.

“I uh... I don’t know. You’ll have to go ask... your father.”

“Ask me what?” Sarah turns to him and lifts her arms, giggling happily when he scoops her up in his arms.

“When Aunty Nat comes is she gonna bring ice cream?”

“Well, I don’t know if she’ll bring ice cream, but maybe after dinner we can all go out and get an ice cream cone. How does that sound?” She claps her hands together in excitement, squealing when she hears the front door open.

“Knock knock!” A female voice calls.

You swallow hard, trying not to let your anger get the better of you as Sarah shimmies out of her father’s grip and rushes to the door.

“Aunty Nat!” The redhead picks her up and spins her around.

��Hey, pumpkin! How’s my favourite girl doing?”

You walk back to the stove, stirring the noodles and imagining how satisfying it would be to dump the boiling water on the traitorous redhead.

“How’s dinner coming along?” Steve asks, his hands finding your hips.

“Just about done. Everyone can sit down, it’ll only be a minute more.” He nods, kissing your temple and opening the fridge to grab drinks.

“Hey, pal.” You stiffen, too many memories filling you at the voice.

“Hey, Buck. Glad you could make it.” You keep your back to the brunet, not wanting to see him, to remember what happened any more than you already have to.

“Aren’t you going to greet our guests, dear?” Steve asks, one hand grabbing the waistline of your dress and tugging. You reluctantly turn around to face the brunet just as the redhead walks into the room.

“Well?” Steve asks, looking at you expectantly. You say nothing, glaring daggers at Natasha. She meets your gaze for a moment then looks away, knowing full well what she’s done.

“Dinner’s ready.” Is all you say, yanking out of Steve’s grip and turning back to the stove.

“It’s nice to see you again too, (Y/n),” Bucky says, walking past you and into the dining room.

Natasha brings Sarah after him, leaving you and Steve alone.

“You and I will need to have a long conversation once they leave,” he hisses. “If your attitude doesn’t improve, then you’re going to need to be punished for it.”

You turn and look up at him with defiant eyes.

“I’m wearing your stupid dress and I’m playing your stupid game. What more do you want from me? You’ve got me and my daughter held hostage in your goddamn dollhouse and-” He grabs you by the throat, shaking his head at you.

“Fine. I’ll fucking teach you now then.”

He shoves you aside and walks into the dining room, a smile on his face.

“She’s just gonna bring dinner out. Then she and I need to have a little chat before we join you.” You reluctantly bring the food out, if only so Sarah can eat. You’ve hardly set the steaming dishes down before Steve’s grabbing your hand and yanking you through the house and up the stairs.

Your heart races in your chest, fear coursing through your veins at what he may have planned for you.

Flashes of different ways he’s punished you run through your mind and you feel your eyes fill with tears as he shoves you onto his bed.

His chest is heaving, with anger or exertion, you can’t tell.

“S-Steve I’m sorry. P-please don’t hurt me.” He watches you for a moment then shakes his head.

“You know I can’t tolerate that kind of behaviour.” You crawl back, tears dripping down your cheeks.

“I-I’m just, please! I’m scared and tired a-and I don’t have any friends and m-my dad is-is...” You shake your head, hoping he has a shred of decency left inside of himself.

“Please!” He stares at you long and hard then sighs. “You know I love you, and I love Sarah with my entire heart. But I can’t tolerate this rude behaviour. I know it’s a big transition for you, and I’m willing to be patient, but you can’t treat our guests that way. Rudeness directed at me is different, but you have no right to treat Bucky and Natasha the way you did. That’s why you’re being punished. I’ll forgive the snappy behaviour towards me, but not them.”

You shake your head and shove your face in your hands, sobs bubbling free from your chest.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.” He nods, turning to the dresser and pulling out a familiar box.

It’s the box he keeps his torture toys in, you realize.

“Lay down on your stomach. If you listen, your punishment won’t be nearly as severe.” You sniffle and nod, rolling over and laying down on your tummy.

He flips your dress up and yanks your panties down your legs, eyeing your ass for a moment.

“Bucky and Nat are important members of this family, and you will treat them as such, do you understand?” You nod, crying out in pain and thrashing away from him as a leather paddle comes down hard on your ass.

“Am I going to have to tie you to the bed?” You can’t answer, you’re too busy trying not to choke on your own snot.

He grabs your wrists roughly and ties them to a hoop on the headboard, successfully leaving you at his mercy.

He smacks you again, and again, then a fourth time, and you squirm away as much as you can.

“When you’re good, you don’t get punished.”

He delivers sixteen more impossibly hard hits, then tosses the paddle onto the ground and climbs onto the bed, cock raging in his pants.

His knees push your legs apart and you shake your head, tugging against your restraints desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Huh, would ya look at that?” You press your face into the mattress, humiliation filling you as he rubs his cock through your wet folds.

“Feels like somebody enjoyed that a bit more than they were letting on, huh?” You shake your head, crying out as he sheaths himself fully with only one thrust.

Your walls burn at the intrusion, body instinctively creating more moisture to lubricate the violation, but that’s not how Steve sees it.

“Fuck, your body misses me, huh? Hates it when my cock isn’t fucking you.” He grabs your hips and hoists them up, then starts a punishing pace, forcing you to take every painful inch of him.

“Fuck, feel how tight you are... squeezin’ me so nice...” Every hit of his hips against your ass makes you cry out in pain, your entire lower half on fire.

“M’gonna fill you with my cum then lock it in. You’re gonna give me another fucking baby. Gonna grow nice and big.” He picks up the pace, eyebrows furrowed and face screwed up with pleasure.

His hips still, warmth exploding within you as he reaches his climax.

He stays inside you for a long while, catching his breath while his cock softens, then he slowly pulls out.

“You know,” he begins, rooting around in the box for something, “it’s much more effective if you orgasm too. Really sucks it all up in you and improves the chances of fertilization.” A switch flips and then there’s a constant buzzing noise filling your ears.

Right as you realize what it is, he’s got the vibrator pressed against your clit.

You jolt away from it, hips wiggling at the stimulation.

“N-no,” you whisper uselessly, inhaling sharply when he grabs your waist with one hand to keep you steady, forcing the vibrator against you.

“Look at that... feels good, huh?” You don’t reply, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as the coil in your belly tightens, your toes curling and your back arching, forcing the device against you even more.

Your mouth drops open and your eyes roll back as your body starts to convulse, a powerful orgasm tearing through your entire being.

“There it is,” Steve whispers, watching with dark eyes as he forces an orgasm out of you.

Your pussy flutters and clenches, clit swollen and aching when he finally removes the vibrator.

You’re still recovering from the intensity of your climax when he presses something cool to your entrance.

He forces the plug inside of you, despite your protests, then yanks your underwear back up your legs.

“Now c’mon. We’ve got guests to entertain.” He unties your wrists then helps you to your feet, watching in satisfaction as you struggle to walk down the stairs.

You rub your raw wrists, heart racing in your chest as you slowly walk into the dining room.

Bucky and Nat each look up at you, the redhead turning away while the brunet eyes you, a dark look in his eyes.

Steve’s hand remains possessively on the small of your back, and you carefully sit down, wincing at the burn in your backside and the throbbing of your core.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Steve says, a smile on his face as you portion out some food for him and yourself.

“It’s alright. Things happen,” Bucky replies, eyes stuck on your face.

“It’s been a while since we... since I last saw you, (Y/n). How have you been?” You swallow hard, eyes focused on your plate as you answer Bucky’s question.

“I’ve been fine. How have you been?” He takes a moment to answer, and in the thick silence of the room you can hear the metal plates in his arm whirring.

“I’ve been good. Happy that Steve has you back now.” You nod, forcing yourself to chew and swallow a mouthful of pasta.

“Mommy I’m full! Can we go for ice cream now? Aunty Nat and Uncle Bucky said we could!” You nod, pushing your almost untouched food away and standing up quickly.

“J-just let me clean up, then we can go for ice cream.” You start gathering the dishes, eager to leave the room and put some distance between yourself and the people at the table.

“I’ll give you a hand,” Nat says, rising to her feet and gathering the other half of the dishes.

You ignore her, grabbing the remainder of the food and starting to pack it up in containers in the kitchen.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry.” You shove the food into the fridge and turn to face her, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You’re sorry? That’s it? You’re fucking sorry?! I’m right back where I fought tooth and fucking nail to escape because of you! You’re the reason I’m back here with him, why Sarah’s back here and why he’s hurting me all over again and all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?!” Your voice is whispered, but the words may as well be shouted.

She shakes her head, hating the truth behind your words.

“Y-you don’t understand, (Y/n). I had to.” You sniffle and scrub a fallen tear off of your cheek.

“Or what? Would he kill that rapist boyfriend of yours? You swore you’d keep it a secret and now, because of you, my father’s dead and I’m stuck with a man who’s going to torture me and possibly my daughter as well. So don’t you fucking dare tell me you had to or that you’re sorry because those are both lies.”

You take a few deep breaths, walking to the sink and starting to wash the dishes.

“I trusted you. And you led him straight to us. I don’t care what you say or what you do, I’ll never fucking forgive you. If it were up to me, you’d be left at that cabin to bleed out. It’s what you fucking deserve after what you’ve done.”

She’s silent, standing there behind you for a long moment before turning and leaving the kitchen.

Your hands shake with the intensity of your outburst and you have to stop yourself from crying, chest rising and falling rapidly as your emotions get the better of you.

Your vision starts to blur, soapy hands gripping the edge of the counter tight enough to hurt. You lean over slightly, trying desperately to suck in more air as anxiety fills and overwhelms you.

“(Y/n)?” You don’t notice his hands on you until he’s pulling your hands off of the counter.

“I-I can’t.”

His hands find your waist, trying to usher you away from the sink, and your ears begin to ring.

Your knees give out and you crumble in his arms, him easily supporting your weight as you lose consciousness.

“Buck, take Sarah out for ice cream now.” His voice holds the same type of authority as it does when they go on missions, and the brunet pops his head into the kitchen to investigate for a moment before nodding.

“C’mon Sarah. Do you know what you want?” Bucky asks, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her to the front door.

“Do you?” She sasses.

“Well missy, I’m gonna get two scoops of chocolate, and Aunty Nat's getting mint chocolate chip.”

“I want cookie dough!”

The front door closes with a soft click and Steve sighs, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

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mrs-johansson · 2 years

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Chapter 3: Dark Phoenix I - Goddess of Fire

Part 1:

“Why are you running so fast, we’re supposed to be jogging?” I panted as Natasha picked up her pace, leaving my side, running in front of me. “Gotta keep up, love,” she looked back over her shoulder blowing a kiss before taking off, sprinting back to the house. “You’re not playing fair,” I yelled after her before following the redhead.

Opened the front door heaving, whipping the sweat drops off of my forehead. “Crazy woman, she does this every single ti-“ Suddenly I was brought in an embrace from behind, warm body colliding with mine. “Oh gosh,” I closed my eyes and leaned back on her shoulder, trying to slow my heart down. “You okay?” Nat chuckled, her arms secure around my torso. “Mhm… great.” “Let’s have breakfast then we can start decorating.” She left a kiss on my cheek before moving past me, pulling me by my hand to the kitchen.

After breakfast, I forced Natasha to wear a Christmas sweater that I bought not long ago. “But you have to wear it,” I said, shoving the clothing item into her hands. “But it’s ugly,” she viewed the design, glancing back at me. “That’s the point. It’s an ugly Christmas sweater.” “Why would I want to wear an ugly sweater?” She raised an eyebrow and I sighed. “Just put it on, for me, please.”

And she did. We unpacked our new Christmas decorations and started dressing up the house for the festive season.

Throughout December, we were hunting for gifts mostly. As our first Christmas together we decided it’ll be best if we spend it together, alone at home. But we’ll be visiting the Bartons on the 24th, exchanging gifts, and having dinner together. On the 25th Natasha and I will be home, in Atlanta which we decided to have as a second option house. We’ve been talking about getting a place together in New York or Natasha moving in with me, but nothing is sure yet. And on the 26th we’re gonna fly back to New York to my dad and Pepper.

And of course, we celebrate Natasha’s birthday on the 3rd. I baked her a cake, Clint came over with Laura and the kids, Steve came by and so did Dad with Pepper. Fury sent her a card, which was signed by Maria too. I got her a necklace with her birthstone, which is Blue Topaz, I tried to find a very subtle piece so she can wear it to anything.

***

Christmas was quick to arrive. Natasha just put the last gift in the car while I covered the dish we made not long ago. “Ready to go?” The redhead walked back into the house, one arm sneaking around my waist. “Yes, let me grab my coat and we can leave.”

On the way, soft festive music was playing in the background as we passed the huge fields covered in frost. “Do you always spend the holidays with Clint?” I turned to look at the driving Natasha, softly stroking the top of her hand that was laying in my lap. “I don’t have anywhere else to be so, yeah. But I love it, it’s always a great time. And now I have you,” she brought our intertwined hands to her lips, giving a peck on my skin. “You sure do.”

***

“Come on, open it,” Clint nudged Natasha’s shoulder as a big box was laying in front of her. Clint has told me about his ideas about Nat’s gifts for Christmas but I don’t know what he’s settled for so it’s a surprise to me too.

Natasha started to rip the wrapping paper off of the box, soon revealing a white case. “What’s this?” She looked up, Clint just smiling at her. He assured her to open it and she did so. “Oh wow,” I gasped quietly at the sight of the bow. It was beautiful, black with some leather parts. I saw Natasha’s face light up, she was happy. Her eyes were sparkly and had a smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said softly, bringing Clint in a hug. “I could teach you some tricks sometimes.” “I’d like that, thank you, Clint”

“Y/n it’s your turn,” Laura said and I got up, getting her gift first, which was a cookbook that we talked about not long ago and a wellness weekend for two. Laura has been bragging about wanting to get away with only Clint just for a little and Nat and I thought they could use some time alone, while we watch the kids. “It’s from both Nat and me,” glanced at Natasha who was smiling, looking between Laura and me. “Oh wow, thank you. Honey, look at this,” the woman lifted the envelope in front of Clint, him observing the papers. “And now that we’re here, this is your Barton,” I handed him a little box and he glanced up at me as he opened it. “New hearing aids, I noticed your current one is not the best so I made one myself. It’s very subtle and picks up sound very well. There are two pairs, in case you’d lose them,” I explained sitting back next to Natasha, her hand immediately finding mine. “This is amazing. The contemporaries are crap. I needed these, thank you,” he smiled nicely and I nodded with a quiet ‘you’re welcome’.

Nat and I decided to exchange presents tomorrow, once we got back home and we were on our own. It’s our first Christmas together and I wanted to make the most out of it.

We all had dinner and watched some Christmas movies in the living room. Kids laying around the floor or sometimes moving up to next to their parents, while Nat and I were cuddled up on the longer side of the sofa. “I love this,” she whispered, as my back was pressed to her chest, her head laying on my shoulder. “What?” “My family and these peaceful moments.” My heart swelled at her words. Her family. “Me too, love.” I held onto her arms which were securely wrapped around me.

When it became late, we said goodbye before the kids went to bed. Once we made our way home, I flipped through the pages of the new book that I got from Laura. “What book is that?” Natasha asked. “One day in the life of Ivan Denisovich. It’s about a Soviet labor camp inmate. Based on Solzhenitsyn’s, the writer’s, personal experience as one of those prisoners, this book is authentic, full of rich detail, and devoid of sentimentality, which intensifies its powerful emotional impact. I’ve been dying to get this. Laura and I talked about it and she got me a Russian copy. I might start reading it today, this makes me very curious,” I explained. “Seems interesting.” “It is.”

***

“Can I start?” I crossed my legs, wrapping the blanket better around myself. “Go ahead,” Tasha smiled softly, her hands resting on my knees.

At first, I gave her the smaller gifts, for example, books, a pair of new combat boots which she’s been bragging about for a while, and a couple more things. “Can I give you yours?” She looked up and smiled naively. “Oh, there’s one more. Stay here,” I stood up, running down into my lab and bringing up the box. “What is that?” One of her perfectly plucked eyebrows shot up, a curious look in her orbs. “So, I’ve been working on this for some time, and I think you’re going to like it.” I placed the case on the coffee table and turned back to my girlfriend. “It opens with your fingerprint,” I motioned at the little scanner which was glowing. “This looks very serious…” she mumbled while moving to the side of the sofa, the blanket falling from her bare legs. Slowly she put her finger against the scanner and the case opened, she glanced at me as I was standing there on the edge of my nerves, way too excited for her to see the gift. “You’re adorable,” she smiled at me, feeling the heat creeping up my neck to my cheeks.

Natasha slowly lifted the top off the case and revealed a black circle thingy with the Black Widow symbol on it with red. She took it between her hands, turning it around and analyzing it with her eyes. “It’s an armory vest. You put it over your suit and it’s like a bulletproof vest just much better and goes on your sleeves. Builds itself around your abdomen, and your arms. I’ve made it a very flexible material so any kind of movements are easy to do in it. Also fire- and bulletproof. There’s a heating sensor built in it and under a specific temperature, it activates itself. And also connected with Drew, just in case I need to know if you’re okay.” I explained nervously as she held the small device in her hands, she put it back in the case and quickly got on her feet, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing my body tightly. “Thank you, baby. This is probably the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you for taking care of me,” her soft words made me a little emotional not gonna lie. Since I’ve known Natasha, it was hard for her to accept love and let people take care of her, and the fact that she has let me in makes my heart swell. “Always, baby.”

Just after that Natasha gave me my gifts. A lot of books, some new sweatshirts since we usually share those and we have barely any left. I also got the DVD collection of the James Bond movies that have been made before. “You actually got it? I didn’t know they sell it like this.” The college of the different actors who played James Bond decorated the cover with all the different titles written on the side. “They don’t. I actually got a little help from your dad, with the design and all.” “You did?” She nodded.

After some more stuff, she got up and walked to our room then came back with something behind her back. “Okay, your last gift.” She picked up a small black box, perfect fitting in her hand. I looked from her hand to her face, her eyes kept on me with a nervous look in them,

lips sucked in. I took the little box and saw from the corner of my eyes Natasha’s fidgeting hands. I grabbed onto one of them and gave a kiss onto the soft skin.

With one of our hands still folded together, I opened the box slowly and it revealed a single key with a note attached to the inside of the box. I placed the box onto the couch and took out the note, glancing up at Nat, her expression still hasn’t changed. Turned back to the piece of paper and read the words.

Move in with me?

I quickly looked up at the redhead with a huge grin spread on my face. “For real?” I blurted out and she nodded shyly. With one swift motion, I pulled her into me, the box falling off the sofa.

My hands cupping her soft face, Natasha’s arms wrapped around my torso. “I would love to move in with you.” Her cheeks flushed, curling into a ball like always when she smiles with her lips sealed. “Good, because I’ve already bought the place.” Moving into her lap, one leg on each side of hers. Soft hands caressed my thighs which were covered by our matching Christmas-themed pajama pants. “You did? In New York?” “Yea, not far from the tower a nice penthouse with 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, a big kitchen for you, with marble countertops. And has the best view of the city. It’s totally unfurnished so when we go back, maybe we could already start with the interior design. If you want, of course.”

I kept on caressing the skin of the side of her neck, sometimes a red hairbreadth or one of Tasha’s ear piercings tickling my fingers. Her sage green eyes kept looking between mines, waiting for an answer.

“I swear I couldn’t love you more than I do now, and yet I’m certain I will tomorrow. I know it’s still hard for you to believe it but just know that I’ll be by your side to remind you that I love you, Nat. Here or in our place in New York.” By then our faces were inches away. The feeling of her warm breath caressing my skin. “Thank you,” a soft whisper left her mouth and connected her lips with mine. Hands coming up to my waist, hauling me close. Wrapped my arms around her neck, soaking in the idyllic moment.

“Ms. Stark, you have a new message.” Just as things would have gotten heated, Jarvis’s voice interrupted us. I pulled back with a sigh, letting my head fall back. “What is it?” “Thor Odinson has sent you a letter from Asgard, would you like me to share it?” “Sure.”

“Hello, Lady Y/n! I’m glad to inform you that I have found more formation for your research. I consulted with mother and she was willing to share all the knowledge about you.

As I mentioned before, I saw you in books, like my brother. And that’s because you are indeed my sister. Stark, the old one, not you, of course, has met with my mother once she visited your Earth. They shared a night of passion and that’s how you were made. In the chronicles, there wasn’t anything mentioned of your other parent other than it was a human, and that’s why you were only gifted with powers long after your birth. But they’re still not fully complete. The only way your powers will be total is a force as big as the explosion was when you were a child.

I consulted with your father and he said you will be back in New York soon. I’ve sent some books there, about you. I hope you will have all the questions answered, my sister, The Goddess of Fire.

With love,

Thor Son of Odin”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x female reader #black widow x reader #black widow imagines #gxg #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagines #stark reader #y/n stark #black widow x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n

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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Too Late

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None, but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: In an effort to be the best girlfriend, Wanda holds in a major secret until it’s a little too late

A/N: I may have gotten a bit carried away, but Wanda is the cutest thing ever so enjoy! Also I’m now realizing this sounds angsty but I promise it’s just fluff :)

“Milaya, I’m so excited! We’re actually going! Just think, in less than an hour, we’ll be there!” You couldn’t help but laugh along with your girlfriend, who was practically bouncing off of the walls in excitement.

“Wan, we won’t be there in an hour if you don’t hurry up and eat your breakfast. C’mon, before we get yelled at.” She let you pull her into the chair next to you and reluctantly scooped up some of the eggs she had cooked onto her fork.

“Do you think the lines will be long? I really hope not, I want to try to go on all of the rides. Which ones did you say were the best again?” Your eyes widened as you swallowed, wiggling slightly in your chair.

“I really like the big roller coaster they have. It goes insanely fast and has one of the biggest drops I’ve ever seen-” You stopped yourself when you remembered that you were supposed to have been done with breakfast twenty minutes ago. “Baby, let’s finish breakfast first. We’ll discuss this in the car, okay? I promise,” you added when she pouted at you.

“Alright, but I’m holding you to it.” The two of you ate in silence, both of you trying to shovel the food down your throats as quickly as possible. As you guys finished up, Clint ran into the room, his arms full of towels.

“There you guys are! Hurry up, we’re leaving! Also, have you seen the big tote bags anywhere?”

“I saw them in the closet a few days ago,” you answered, your mouth stuffed with food as you pointed to a door in the hallway. You shook your head as you watched him dash over to the door. Laura was definitely starting to rub off on him; he was becoming a full-blown mama bear. The two of you now done eating, you grabbed the empty plates to put in the sink while your girlfriend followed closely behind you, eager to return to your earlier conversation.

“Babe, we have to go on the ferris wheel! It’ll be so romantic. Maybe at night, you know, the last thing before we leave?” Her arms slid around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. “Oh, do you think we’ll have time to play those games? I’ve always wanted to win one of the little stuffed animals. Do you think I could win you one?” You brought your now empty hands down to lay against your girlfriend’s and leaned back slightly, enjoying her touch.

“Love, slow down. You keep talking that fast and you’ll pass out from the lack of oxygen. And of course we’ll have time to play the games, but we should get to the car before someone else comes to rush us.” With that, you pulled her out of the room before she could resume bombarding you with more questions.

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After a forty-five minute car ride with a very enthusiastic Wanda and Peter—you were convinced Nat was going to let go of the wheel and throttle both of them if it lasted even a second longer—you’d arrived at the park.

“Where’s everyone else?” Peter asked, looking around for the other cars.

“I’m sure they’re here somewhere.” Before the witch could wander off to look for them, you grabbed onto her arm.

“Actually, I just texted Steve and Rhodey and they’re still ten minutes away.”

“Ten minutes?”

“Well, uh, Nat did drive a bit…” You bit your lip, afraid of offending the still-annoyed redhead.

“You know exactly why I did it, Y/N.”

“Huh? I don’t get it. Why’d she do it, Miss L/N?”

“Um, nothing, Peter. She was just excited to get here,” you explained, stifling a giggle. You did know exactly why she did it, but Wanda and Peter might not enjoy the explanation that she was trying to get away from them as quickly as possible.

“You think we can go in first and have them meet us there? I just wanna look around.” Wanda flashed you her puppy dog eyes, complete with the wobbling bottom lip, knowing that you would choose to wait for them in the parking lot if it were up to you.

“Yes. Please.” The former assassin looked like she was about to go back to her previous job as she pushed off from her spot against the car. Knowing better than to make things worse, you nodded, allowing Wanda and Peter to leave the way.

“I’m sorry about them,” you whispered to Nat, the pair now walking out of earshot from you.

“Don’t worry about it,” she glanced in their direction before continuing, “It’s actually pretty cute.” Nat smirked at the shock on your face. “Don’t you dare tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“That’s why you looked pissed out of your mind? For your reputation?”

“Please, we both know Stark would never let me live it down if I acted the same way they did.”

“You’re insane,” you laughed, but she had a point. “You have any plans for what you wanna do today?” The redhead shrugged.

“I’ll probably go with Sam and Bucky on the thrill rides. That might get a little annoying, but it’s not like Steve’s going to come with me, the big wimp. Or maybe I can convince Pepper to leave Morgan with Tony and we could do something together.”

“You could always come with Wanda and I.”

“Eh, don’t wanna get in the way of you two lovebirds. And as cute as you guys are, I don’t need to see you guys kissing every two seconds.”

“We- we don’t do that!” you stammered, your face heating up.

“Dorogaya, come here! I wanna take a picture in front of the big sign of me kissing you on the cheek! Nat, can you take it for us?”

“You were saying?” Nat smirked, crossing her arms when you caught up to Peter and Wanda.

“Bad timing,” you grumbled, but you couldn’t help but smile when you saw Wanda bouncing on her toes, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

“Bad timing my ass,” your friend mumbled. Before you could shoot some retort back at her, she held up the phone. “Alright, say ‘Nat’s always right!’” You settled for internally rolling your eyes at her as she took the photo, giving Wanda a kiss after the photo was taken.

“I love you,” the witch reminded you.

“I love you too. You ready for some fun?” Knowing the answer to that question, you slipped your hand in hers and began walking towards the entrance. You used your other hand for something else just as important: flipping Natasha off.

“Miss Romanoff, what’d you do?”

“Shut it, Peter,” the redhead warned him. Even though her tone was playful, you laughed as you heard Peter take a large gulp.

“Yes, ma’am.”

---

“Okay, so I was thinking we start- ahh!” If Wanda wasn’t still holding on to your hand, you would’ve completely fallen on your face when she tugged you off to the side. “Wands, what the heck was that?”

“Look, babe! It’s those game things! C’mon, I’ve gotta win you one.” You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing and let her tug you over to the water gun game, most of the Avengers following behind you.

“Oh, you bet I’m getting in this,” Sam chuckled, rubbing his hands together before handing the attendant a crisp dollar bill. Bucky rolled his eyes but nonetheless produced a similar bill from his pocket.

“Babe, you gonna play?” You shook your head.

“I’d much rather watch you. Besides, if I play, you know those boys are gonna be some sore losers, and I don’t need to deal with that.” Wanda laughed, giving you a kiss on the cheek before she joined Sam and Bucky.

“Alright, but if I lose we need to go to another game because I need to win you something.”

“Wan, you don’t have to win me anything. We’re just here to have fun, yeah?” But your girlfriend paid no attention to you. She wrapped her hands around the handles of the gun, and her eyes narrowed as she focused on the target.

“For fun, eh?” Nat chuckled as you elbowed her.

“Shut up, she’s cute. And she means well.”

“Mhm… whipped.” As you leaned over to respond to Natasha, Sam jumped up in between you two. His arms were held up high above his head as he fist-pumped the air repeatedly.

“Take that, you two!”

“And which prize would you like, sir?” The attendant asked, their eyelids hooded and voice monotone. Obviously Sam’s excitement was not contagious. You stayed just long enough to see Sam point to a stuffed duck—”Redwing needs a friend! I’ll call him Yellowing.”—before Wanda was pulling you off to another game booth.

“C’mon, I can feel it, I got this one!” You looked hesitantly at the small pyramid of stacked milk bottles.

“Wands, I know this is your first time at an amusement park but, like, these games are usually rig-”

“Hi, I’ll take 5 rounds please.” Your eyes grew wide as you watched Wanda hand a five-dollar bill to the attendant, who handed her a bucket of fifteen balls in return.

“Wanda, these prizes are cheap, we can just-”

“Babe, I love you, but be quiet. I’m going to win you this. You like that one, right?” You followed her gaze to the stuffed dinosaur wearing a party hat and then to the sign immediately below it that stated that it was a “top-tier” prize. In other words, Wanda would have to knock down the entire pyramid of milk bottles to win.

“It’s cute, love, but-”

“Great, I’m getting it.” And with that, you sighed, crossing your arms across your chest. You knew Wanda wasn’t going to let you deter her from her goal no matter what you said, so you might as well support her.

“Alright. For good luck,” you winked before kissing her. Wanda flashed you a small grateful smile in return before turning to the bucket in front of her. You watched as her hand dipped into the bucket, pulling out a ball that she then let roll around in her palm for a moment. She grabbed her lip between her teeth, and before you could blink, she chucked it at the milk bottles. At this point, all of the Avengers had moved on to find you guys, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed their astonished faces behind her. She hadn’t even knocked over any of the milk bottles—they must’ve been secured well—but, with her not being a super soldier or highly trained assassin, sometimes you guys forgot just how strong she was.

Unlike you, Wanda didn’t notice her teammates staring at her, and they didn’t make a peep, so she simply picked up the next ball and threw that one too. This time, she managed to knock one bottle down, but somehow the rest of the pyramid remained largely unaffected.

“I don’t understand why this isn’t doing more,” Wanda frowned, talking more to herself than anything. “If I was in training and these were daggers, the dummy would totally be on the ground by now.”

“You’re doing great, Wands. Besides, you still have 13 more tries. You can do it!” She turned to you, giving you a chance to admire the sparkle in her eyes.

“Thanks, printsessa. I’ll get you that dinosaur. You got a name for them yet?”

“Mm, no. Too busy being distracted by a beautiful, super badass woman.” Wanda laughed and pushed you away gently.

“Start thinking about it now.”

---

“Wanda, maybe we should call it a day…” Clint trailed off gently once Wanda had finished off the entire bucket without knocking down the pyramid. You watched as Wanda’s chest rose and fell a bit faster than usual.

“No,” she gritted out. “I’m winning that stupid dinosaur. Besides, I’ve only spent $6 so far. I’ll just do it one more time.” Getting three more balls in exchange for one dollar, Wanda clenched her jaw as she threw the ball at the pyramid. The milk bottles wobbled but didn’t fall. She tried a second—or technically seventeenth time—and they still stood firmly on the platform. Finally, with one hasty look at the attendant, who was distracted by a screaming kid nearby, you watched as her eyes flashed red as she threw the final ball, the rest of the tower immediately tumbling down upon contact with the ball. The attendant’s eyes went wide at the clatter before he grinned.

“Huh, I guess the Avengers really can do anything, can’t they? That’s the first time someone’s gotten the whole thing down in months. Alright, which one do you want?”

---

“Wanda, I thought we agreed to not using powers for stuff that’s not important,” Steve chastised your beaming girlfriend once you guys had walked out of earshot of the worker.

“But Y/N is important. She’s the most important thing in the world!” It took everything in you to not combust on the spot at your girlfriend’s words and the accompanying hand squeeze she’d given you when she said them. Steve simply sighed, rolling his eyes.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“Oh, relax, old man,” Clint butted in. “They’re in love. Let them have this.” With the matter settled, Wanda turned to look at you.

“So, what’s the dinosaur’s name?”

“Huh?” You glanced down at the green plush in the hand that wasn’t holding Wanda’s. “Oh, um, Dino.” Wanda’s lips slowly flattened out before pursing together.

“Y/N. You had all that time to think of a good name, and you choose ‘Dino’? Babe, even Yellowing is a better name. I mean, like, not well thought-out at all, sounds more like it’s becoming yellow than having yellow wings, but at least the sentiment is there.”

“I like Dino!” You gave her a big grin as you tried to hold your laughter back. She wasn’t actually mad, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy riling up your girlfriend at least a little bit. Before Wanda could respond, you were both pulled off to another side of the amusement park.

“C’mon, lovebirds, we’re going on the big roller coaster!”

“Alright, alright, calm down, Sammy,” you laughed, patting his hand that steered you toward the ride.

---

Luckily for you guys, Tony had splurged on fastpasses for all of you so that you wouldn’t have to wait in any ride lines. Bucky practically jumped with glee as you walked past all the other visitors. Sweat trickled down their faces; some tried in vain to fan themselves with the maps that were handed out at the park entrance, and others leaned against the railing forming the line. Some of them must’ve been waiting for at least two and a half hours.

“Hey, Tin Man, try not to laugh so hard at other people’s suffering, will ya? Not all of them have the benefit of having a very rich, very generous friend, speaking of whom, never got a thank you by the way.” Bucky simply rolled his eyes at Tony’s remark and got in line to sit with Sam.

“You ready, babe? Your first amusement park ride ever.” You squeezed Wanda’s hand gently, giving her a smile that she couldn’t help but return. You had to speak loudly in order for her to hear you over all the noise on the crowded platform, but the distractions all seemed to fade away as you focused on the twinkle in her eyes and the way her cheeks rose as she grinned.

“And the biggest one at the park.”

“And the biggest one,” you nodded.

“I’ve been ready for this all day. Hands up, right?”

“If you think you can handle it,” you winked.

“Of course I can handle it,” the witch scoffed. With that, you guys shuffled into the carts. Wanda’s knee brushed against yours as the two of you sat down and she quickly buckled herself in before turning to you. Her lips were already parted, ready to share her excitement some more, before she noticed your furrowed brows and your tongue sticking out of your mouth like you did when you were immersed in mission reports. Except this time, you were simply trying to get the belt in the buckle.

“Need some help, love?” Wanda giggled.

“It’s not working!” Your girlfriend gave you a gentle smile before taking the belt from you and sliding it into the buckle.

“There.” She brought your hand up to her lips next, looking up at you through her lashes before pressing soft kisses onto your knuckles. “Don’t wanna hurt these, yeah? Tasha would be furious.”

“Yeah, she would,” Natasha interrupted from the cart behind you. “But I thought I taught you well enough to be able to buckle yourself in, Y/N.” You felt her smirk more than you saw it, and without a full glance back at her, you brought your hand up to her forehead and flicked her before she could react.

“Taught by the best,” you laughed, lurching forward so Natasha couldn’t grab you.

“Oh, just you wait for training tomorrow,” the redhead chuckled. You didn’t pay any further attention to her as you listened to the employee telling you to push the safety bar down. Just as the carts started to move, you called Wanda’s name and gave her a quick peck on the nose before she realized what was happening. She settled for a retaliatory poke to your side, and after your giggles died down, the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, your hands intertwined and laying on the safety bar. You quickly became busy with looking out over the side of the cart, watching as all of the things that once met your eye level shrunk down to a size that was half of your pinky finger. But a harder-than-normal squeeze of your hand had you returning your focus to Wanda.

“Um, detka, is this a bad time to tell you that I’m afraid of heights?” Your heart, calm less than two seconds ago, immediately began to race. You looked ahead through your wide eyes to see that you were near the top before quickly turning back to the panicking brunette who, sure enough, had her eyes glued shut.

“Wh- what do you mean you’re afraid of heights? You literally fly!”

“Because I’m more afraid of bad guys than I am of heights!” You could feel the coaster practically slowing to a stop as you rounded the peak of the coaster.

“Okay, uh, um, just pretend there’s a bad guy? I don’t know, Wan, it’s a little late to get o-” And with that, you rocketed down towards the ground. All blood flowing to your hand was stopped in its tracks as Wanda squeezed you as hard as she could, but you barely noticed since you were forced to focus on your race to the ground instead. A scream slipped past your lips for a second, quickly becoming a laugh that you couldn’t contain no matter how hard you tried. “Isn’t this great, Wan?”

A slight turn of your head told you that, no, it was not great for Wan. Her eyes were still glued shut, her lips were pursed together so firmly they were practically white, and you could just make out the trembling of her torso. At this point, you almost couldn’t feel your left hand from how hard she was holding it, and you imagined that if the safety bar were alive, it would be feeling the same way from her left hand’s grip on it. So, even though you were moving at over 100 miles an hour, it was your turn to press your lips to the back of her hand. It was a small gesture of reassurance, but a gesture that Wanda appreciated nonetheless, especially considering there wasn’t much else you could do under the circumstances.

You were just approaching the bottom of the first hill when Wanda’s eyes shot open, taking in your gleeful face, which contrasted heavily with her own terror-filled expression.

“Is it ov-” She didn’t finish her question before her face practically closed up, but she didn’t need to finish asking it anyway. The rushing of blood to her head told her all she needed to—she was going upside down, and it certainly wasn’t over yet.

---

After what seemed like a lifetime to her and a mere five seconds to you, the ride was over, and Wanda made sure she was the first one off of it. With her feet back on solid ground, she seemed much more relaxed, but you didn’t miss the way her knees wobbled with every step she took. You linked your hand in hers once again and pulled her off to the side of the group.

“Wan, why didn’t you tell me you were afraid of heights?”

“You looked so excited talking about the ride this morning, and I didn’t want to ruin it. And we’re a couple. Everything you love, I want to love too.”

“Well did you love it?” If you weren’t holding her hand, you would’ve crossed your arms to accompany the signature raised brow you gave her in situations like these.

“No, but I loved holding your hand,” the Sokovian admitted as she kicked the ground with her boot. You couldn’t help but laugh at that, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before responding.

“Wan, you are the absolute sweetest, but, please, I don’t want to put you through anything you’re scared of. Especially if it’s not for a good reason.”

“But you’re the best reason I could ever have to do anything.” And just like that, your face felt hot enough to cook an egg on. Seeing the pout on her face, though, you quickly regained your bearings.

“Alright, you’re not allowed to be sweet anymore. My turn. Wan, I’m excited about anything I get to do with you.”

“That’s not what you were saying when I asked you to clean the kitchen with me yesterday,” Wanda grumbled, looking down at her scuffed black combat boots.

“Okay, you got me there,” you admitted, leaning over slightly to meet her soft green eyes before continuing. “In my defense, cleaning is an inherently boring thing. Amusement parks are inherently fun. So when we’re here, we only do things that are fun. Which means, if you’re scared of heights, we don’t go on stuff with heights. Like the biggest freaking roller coaster this park has.”

“Are you sure?” the witch mumbled. “I know you like those rides.”

“I’m positive.” You met her lips with yours as one last reassurance. “Now, let’s go find those tea cups. And yes,” you smiled, not even having to look over at her to know what she was thinking, “You can still hold my hand.”

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