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1800jjbarnes · 7 months

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◇ 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟏 ◇

【Synopsis】 : One day, when a far away kingdom gets attacked, a lone brave knight fights to save his homeland. But what happens when death comes knocking and only a small fae could save him.

『Word count』 : 3.5k

-> Genre: Fantasy Au. Fluff. Gore. Suggestive.

Paring: GumpyKnight!Bucky x Fae!Reader

[Warnings] : Violence, heavy gore, blood, weapons, animals dying, near character death, making out

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The enchanted forest just on the outskirts of the kingdom was one of the most ancient and most powerful places you could ever visit. The thick forestry was home to many magical beings, ranging from fairies, fae, nymphs, druids, and more. If you walk fifteen minutes into the giant trees, you can spot a crystal clear waterfall that is said if you swim in it, a water nymph will appear and grant you wishes.

If you cast yourself deeper inside, as the forest becomes denser, you can find a cave that houses a griffin. It has spoken that he is sound asleep waiting for his master to awaken him from his enchanted slumber. The forest is beautiful inside and out but never tread too far, It may be magical and gorgeous, but it’s a dangerous land. The creatures that hide inside can be seductive and lure you into an early gra—

“Samuel! Clinton! Stop scaring the kids.” King Steve called from across the classroom. The young prince and princess stared in shock hearing the horrors of the forest just beyond their bedroom.

“Uncle Steve, can you tell us about the forest? Haven’t you been in there yourself!” The young princess smiled at him, intrigued by the stories that were whispered in the castle. Steve just chuckled, leaning against the large door frame. The two knights who were telling the stories also anticipated what their leader might say.

“Well, there was this time when—My lord three or more large wolves have entered the outskirts of the kingdom,” Nat calls out with three other knights following her close behind, Wanda and Vision, while Peter looked out of breath having to try and keep up with olders, and their long legs.

Sam and Clint told the kids to go find their father, Steve's brother from another kingdom, and wait until the threat was gone. Steve rounded them all up, heading straight for the large entrance gates.

“Wait where is Sargent Barnes?!!” Steve called, looking among the knights present.

—

Treading through the thick grass, Bucky wipes his brow with a bloody hand in hopes of removing the blood off his face. But it just ends up smearing it more. His armour is scratched, and some of it has been torn off. His chest was exposed, but he kept his shield close to make sure he didn’t get a jump on himself.

“Where are you…” He gritted his teeth, holding his sword tightly in his grasp. He already managed to slaughter two of the rage-filled beats, but he became unsure how many exactly were left. A stick snapped behind his back, making him turn at all the speed he could conjure. But it wasn’t as fast as he would have liked, being tackled down by a large black wolf. Its teeth were a mix of black, red, and yellow, its breath stunk of death, and eyes were pitch as the night sky. It was hungry, and Bucky was its prey.

—

The meadows were extra lively this fine day. The flowers were all in full bloom, making pollen dance in the cool breeze. Your cottage was warm, and the smell of leftover burnt wood from last night’s fire was still prominent as you snipped at some herbs in your greenhouse that was connected to your humble abode.

Placing the herbs and sorts carefully into the little grass basket you carry around, you head inside to sort them out for storage. Some things you sell in neighbouring kingdoms, and others you keep just for yourself. Placing everything on the counter, you notice you’re missing a few items for the meal you planned for tonight. Sighing, you head upstairs to get dressed. You couldn’t do without the ingredients, and it was only a short walk to where you needed to go.

You put on your petty coat before layering on your fabrics. You put on a baby pink and blue with a contract of a white theme. You tie on your bodice top to make sure you avoid your sheer wings. Lastly, you threw over a slitted half cloak to just cover your shoulders, gifting you a little hoodie.

Grabbing your basket and bow from downstairs, you slip on your shoes before heading out into the forestry you call home.

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The small space clearing from the giant thick trees was covered in hot red blood. Two wolves were lifeless and cold, while one of their brothers still stood. It was wounded but held its ground. Bucky stood across from it, covered in blood. Losing count of what was his and what was the beasts. He held his stomach as the large gash that the big black wolf gave him continued to pour out streams of the crimson liquid.

He was dying.

He spat, holding his sword with both hands. If he was going down, he was going to go down fighting. The wolf growled, getting ready to pounce, looking Bucky dead in the eyes. He ran, jumping onto him, pinning him down to the damp ground. He screamed as the wolf bit into his shoulder, ripping a bit of his flesh away. It was the last piece of strength, Bucky drove his sword into the beast’s chest, his knuckles white as his grip clutched tight. The beast let out one last growl before falling onto the knight, lifeless.

Buck kicked the large wolf off him before leaning against a tree that sat behind him. His eyes grew heavy, feeling his breath becoming shallow. Lifting his left arm from his stomach to look at the damage. His lower half was completely covered in red, his hands painted cardinal.

“Fuck..” He choked, his eyes fuzzy unable to see his surroundings. Maybe going out on your own was a stupid idea. He thought before shutting his eyes for the final time.

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You were minding your own business. Picking some morels up from the base of an Elms tree that had recently died. The soil was wet, getting stuck to your palms as you removed each mushroom carefully. A low whimper caught your attention. Making you stand up quickly. Your hand clutched your belt that carried your positions, getting ready just in case. You slowly walked towards the noise, preparing for the worst. But no one could prepare you for what you saw.

A literal blood bath.

Three dead wolves and a man. Blood is painted everywhere. The whimper you heard was from a smaller wolf that had stumbled upon the massacre. Its eyes are rage-full, stalking its way towards the man who lies unconscious. Without a second thought, you drew your bow, pulling out an arrow from the quiver. You dragged the arrow, aiming for the wolf. You slowed your breathing before letting go of the stem, letting it fly straight into the jugular of the wolf, stopping it in his tracks.

It was quick and painless.

You picked your feet up, letting them hover just above the forest floor, so your shoes don’t get blood on them. Flapping your wings, you fluttered over to the man, leaning down and becoming horizontal. You notice the gash in his chest, hissing at that state. You pop the button on your pouch, grabbing out our jar of golden dust. You pinch a small amount before sprinkling some of the unconscious male.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…” You sighed…

—

The smell of soy sauce, perilla oil, chicken broth, and other spices made Bucky's nose twitch. He shifts slightly, gifting him a sharp pain in his abdomen. His hands flew to his stomach, letting out a hard groan. He shifted more, blinking slowly. His fuzzy vision makes it hard to completely see his surroundings. He notices he is inside a lounging area, a blanket covering him and a fluffy pillow holding his neck up comfortably.

He pulled the blanket away, seeing all his wounds were dressed, and he was in only his undergarments that hid under his pants. A rush of red painted his face, feeling indecent. He moves to get up, but another sharp pain hits him, making him cough. He went to put his feet on the floor when a gasp caught his attention.

“HEY! STOP YOU’RE GOING TO POP YOUR STITCHES!!” A concerned voice made him freeze. You ran around to the front of the couch, placing both hands on his upper chest, fingers resting on his shoulders before pushing him back down onto the comforter…

His eyes grew wide watching your face contort as you spoke to him. But he doesn’t hear anything. All he is paying attention to is your beauty. The way your hair shines with sprinkles of what looks like glitter. Your skin contrasts with your outfit, making you look eternal. And your wings, resting flat on your back. The shimmer of blue on your forewings while the baby peach blends into your hindwing.

Your head tilted as you examined his wounds, he notices how cute your pointed ears look, having been decorated with jewellery. You were beautiful, a goddess. He had never felt something like this before. He was the bad guy. The quiet mysterious knight that most town folks didn’t dare to tread near. But you didn’t look at him like that. You didn’t look at him as if he were a monster. You just saw a hurt man.

“You understand!” You say sternly, making him fall out of his thoughts. He blinked a couple of times, trying to find a word that might have stuck from you, but he didn’t hear anything. You laugh watching his brain tick and find nothing, making him blush even more.

“You heard none of what I said, did you?” You giggle, crossing your arms over your chest. He just shook his head with a simple sorry.

“Stay. Don’t move, I’ll bring the food.” You got up quickly, existing towards where you came from. He sat there for a moment, confusion and wonder, mixing in his mind. All he could remember was the colour red from the blood and darkness. But now he was here, fixed up and safe…Strange.

You returned with two bowls of warm stew. Placing both on the coffee table, you move towards the largr knight, making him stiffen. You put more pillows up against the couch’s arm. Making him lean back but still sit up enough so he could eat. You place a little tray on top of his legs before putting the bowl on top and handing him a spoon.

“Eat, you’ll feel better.” You sounded like a mother caring for her sick young. You were trying to be stern, but in the tone, he knew all you were feeling was concern. Worry for a stranger you have never met, wanting nothing but to help heal him no matter his background. The silence was comforting, taking down the delicious meal. Time passed soon, finishing the meal, You got up to grab the empty dishes, heading swiftly to the kitchen. Bucky wanted to speak, but you were too quick, so he got up. Slowly, and mildly painfully, well scratched that very painfully. He leant against the kitchen door frame coughing out, making you jump.

“Oh my god, what are you doing!” You yelp, dropping the dishes back into the soapy water, immediately moving to wrap your arm, even though it doesn’t completely wrap around, his waist, helping him to sit on the chair. He wheezed out slightly, holding his lower stomach before slouching into the soft seat with emerald green cushioning and deep spruce wooden framing.

“I told you. You move, your stitches can pop, do you have a death wish or something!” You sounded angrier than you wanted, your fingers grazing over the wrapping around him, checking to if anything may have moved.

“Ha maybe.” Was the only thing he replied with. You looked him dead in the eyes with frustration. You watch the blue in his eyes shift, his pupils blow slightly. You felt a connection as if you had known him for years. The distance was suddenly hyper-aware in your mind, shifting back away from him, moving straight back to the sink.

“So…What’s your name anyway?” He asks, tilting his head slightly, trying to get your attention. You told him your name while your voice was small, watching the bubbles slowly pop away. Bucky cracked a smile, watching you intensely.

“I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky. And I owe you a thank you.” You turned around to meet his gaze once more. Blush forms on your cheeks. You nod, smiling at him before turning your back to him, placing a bowl into the drying rack.

“I don’t need thanks. You are the one who kills those beasts. The beasts that infect my home. This forest.” You choke out, placing the last dish on the rack, and pulling the plug. Bucky clicks his tongue knowing first-hand what those feral wolves can do. Destroy crops, kill just about anything and anyone that gets in their way and leave a path of misery in their wake. You place a cup of coffee down in front of him and sit down across the table from him.

“Well James, you need to rest. You are not going anywhere until you can at least walk without anything…” You wave your hand, gesturing to his stomach, “…You know, hurting.” He laughs at your actions, taking a sip of his coffee while you do the same. Silence fell again, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comforting. A small smile was placed on both of your faces. You stared out your window, watching a small drop-lit of rainfall onto the glass, sighing in contentment. But Bucky watched you. He might not know it, and nor did you, but you had him around your finger. He was falling fast, and for once, he wasn’t scared.

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“HEY, IT"S BUCKY!!!” Sam screamed from the edge of the billiard room, making Nat miss her shot with the pool cue. Before Nat could protest and whine, the knights started running towards the gate. Steve was there first, wrapping Bucky's arm around his shoulders to hold him up. All of his fellow knights surrounded him, spitting out questions over questions, overlapping one another.

“Okay give the man some breathing room.” Wanda pulled the two youngest away—Yelena, and Peter—letting the others move so Bucky and Stve could walk towards the castle. Once inside take, he took him straight to the infirmary to check up on his wounds. Steve was the first to break the silence.

“Where have you been? It’s been four days?” He crossed his arms, tilting his head to the side. The nurse helps Bucky remove his blouse so that she can undress his wounds. The others watch as the dressing falls off his chest, revealing a scarred semi-healed gash from just under his left nipple cross until it ends just above his pelvis. Audible gasps echoed in the infirmary, Sam leaned forward for a better look while an uproar of questions sprung again.

“Okay okay!” Steve calmed the crowd. “Answers now. We thought you were dead! For the love of god, we were contemplating whether we start planning a funeral or not!” The king sounded hurt, but who could blame him? He and the other had trouble sleeping without knowing what exactly happened.

“We found the massacre on the outside side of the woods. The five wolves are dead along with the two you left at the entrance of the forest.” Vision spoke quick, curious how he took on that many wolves.

“Five? You mean four? I only killed the four in that break of trees…” Buck said, holding the end of the bandage as the nurse dressed the wrapping around him. Then it recalled to him that when you found him, a wolf might have been there. Did you kill a wolf to save him?

“Oh, Doll…” he sighed in a whisper, making the others tilt their heads at the grumble of words.

“Who Doll?” Peter asked, only just being able to hear the older male’s voice. Bucky was frozen he didn’t want to tell his friends who you were, not cause he didn’t trust them, but if the word got out that he was saved by a creature of the forest, questions would arise and that could lead to negative theories on Steve's leadership. There was too much to risk at the moment, and only just being returned sparked all these questions. He was scared.

“I’m not dead, right, that’s the main thing. I’m fine. But I….” The nurse backs away to the desk on the side, pulling out some other dressings, but Bucky stood up, backing away from the bed. “I’m tired, but I assure you I’m not in danger anymore….”

And with that, he left in a hurry, leaving his brother confused and even more so worried.

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Two weeks had passed since the accident, and everyone seemed to have died out of questions. None of the townsfolk speculated anything and only blessed Bucky, one of the bravest knights, was safe.

Bucky watches through the bay window in the main meeting room. An important spokesman came around to King Steve for some event that was happening. Bucky wasn’t paying attention. All that was thinking about was you.

Tonight was your meeting night. He would sneak away in the evening while everyone went off to their separate duties. The sun was low on the horizon, and most had already settled in for the night. But Buck was quick and quiet, weaving through the halls to avoid all the guards and his friends. He managed to get to the outer gate undetected, but little did he know, Nat was hot on his tail, watching his every move.

Bucky entered the dim forest, making Nat curious to remember back to the conversation she had with the others not too long ago.

“I’ve seen him. He has been sneaking out into the forest at night.” Sam states having been on guard watch the other night. The others were beginning to question where their friend was disappearing to. Bucky avoided every question and every query that was thrown his way. Everyone was becoming impatient with the mystery. So Sam and Clint devised a plan to catch Bucky out and find out exactly where he was going.

“My bet, a siren or worse, a succubus has enchanted him,” Peter says with worry, fear slipping off his tongue.

“Succubus?! You are certainly mad. I think a witch has given him a love potion.” Nat laughed.

“Maybe it’s love,” Wanda whispered making everyone turn from the table.

“Love? Pff, you’re funny.” Sam laughed but Wanda was serious, Maybe the cold-hearted and closed-off knight finally met someone who could melt his exterior. But in the end, the others were still determined to find out how. So as the sun sets and they all got set into place. Bucky doesn’t suspect a thing, entering the forest like he does every other time.

But only this time Nat and the others were close behind.

The front garden was full of lanterns lighting up the evening’s surroundings. You sat on your swinging bench while Bucky stood in front of you, telling yet another story of his adventures. He swings his sword as he focuses on this crucial part of the story, and all you can do is smile at him being so goofy. He was so perfect in your mind and you were falling every moment you spent with him. He tripped lightly, making you laugh, standing quickly to help him up, but he pulled you down, making you fall slowly as your wings stopped you from gravity. His arms snake around your waist as you both laugh. Your hands rest on his chest as you look him in his beautiful eyes. He smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think I’ve fallen for you…” He confesses, making you blush, leaning close to him. Your lips ghost of him as your smile grows with his.

“As am I…” you reply, leaning into a kiss. His lips are soft and warm. Butterflies dance in your stomach, and your wings flutter slightly. His hand cups your face, deepening the kiss. You were so in love, and so was he. And as he sits up, he brings you with him. His hands grip your thighs, bringing you onto his lap before turning you. You fall onto the soft grass on your back with Bucky above you. Your wings lay flat, letting Buck see every detail. His fingers graze over the sheer appendage, making you let out a small sigh. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a broken fuse box. Everything was so sensitive. You couldn’t get enough. You needed more.

“James…” you whisper through his lips, mixing your breath with his before he coulc answer you, prying eyes that were watching your displays of affection caught his attention.

“What did I tell you,” Wanda states with a smile, watching his friend finally happy.

“NO WAIT, I WANTED TO WIN THE BET!!” Sam said a little too loudly, making you and Bucky hear. You sat up straight off him, hiding behind his back once he was facing where the noise was.

“Sam?” Bucky called out suddenly, seeing a small head pop out from behind the trees before yelling;

“Pretend We're not here!!!!”

Everyone laughed.

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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The Little Pests

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary- Sam’s friend, an IT worker for Stark Industries turned new recruit, has a crush on an avenger. Being a good wingman (hehe, get it?) does everything he can to get the reader and Bucky closer, even enlisting the help of other avengers.

It’s almost obnoxious actually.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main romance, rest platonic), Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader, avengers x reader

TW: Cursing, Sam and Clint being silly, “suicide” but like, it’s a bobs burgers reference (you’ll see)

A/N: I was bored, so I pushed aside EVERY OTHER WIP I should be working on (about eight separate ones), left all my drafts open, completely ignored my old, geriatric ideas, and wrote something off a whim

Behold, my capricious work of art

“And, this is our kitchen, that’s our toaster. The toaster is always broken don’t try to use it,” Sam says. His right arm is on your shoulder, the left gesturing around the room, showing you around he compound.

“Why doesn’t it-” You’re cut off by a man with light brown hair swatting the toaster with his fist.

“You whore! I want my poptart!” He grunts.

“He’s why,” Sam shakes his head, and rolls his eyes. Clint Barton; Hawkeye, Destroyer of toasters.

Clint whips around, disgust evident on his face, “Oh, no, no, no, Sir. Don’t act like I’m suddenly the only one to blame here. Take a look at Mr. Banner and his anger issues, the cyborg, or, better yet Sammy, look in the fucking mirror.”

You decided right then and there that you liked Clint. “Sammy” scowled at Barton, before motioning for you to sit at the table. He had already shown you around the rest of the compound, including your room, making the kitchen your last stop.

As Sam rummaged through the cupboards, Clint sat in a chair across from you, groaning and huffing like an old dad with aching joints (Clint couldn’t be more than in his thirties or fourties’).

“Are you here to fix the toaster?” He asks you, his voice sad and his eyes even sadder. He was like those little animals with big eyes of pleading in Disney films.

“No, I’m sorry. I could try,” you suggest the last part, and he perks up. He sits up straight in his chair, rather than sprawling, and shifted to drumming his hands on the table.

“Met anybody else yet?” He asks, Sam still looking for food with not much luck.

“Nada, just you and Sam,” You say, truthfully. You had honestly expected more traffic, but were just the same grateful to be mostly undisturbed.

“Oh, good, you’re lucky. After us, it all goes down hill,” He “tsk-tsk”’s. “Let’s give you a run down. There’s Bruce and Tony, they’re our brains. They don’t sleep. They’re, like, tier two after Sam and I. Also tier 2, we got Natasha and Wanda. They’re scary. I will not elaborate. Tier 3, Vision, Thor, Rhodes, Spider-Kid. Mostly uneventful around the compound, Visions here the most, other three not as much. Then there’s our senior citizens in the bottom tier. Steve and Bucket. If they were a spice, they’d be flour.”

The way Clint was talking, it felt like the scene in mean girls where Janice and Damien find Cary in the bathroom. You were giggly at his little hand motions and theatrical way of painting the scene.

“What makes you and Sam tier 1?” You ask, Sam coming over with two jars of peanut butter, spoons sticking out of them.

“Birds!” They both yell to each other. When you make a face at Sam’s offer of a jar of peanut butter, Clint takes it right away. You watch in wonder as the two bicker with each other, getting the feeling they were the only ones who found themselves to be “tier 1.”

***

You had been with the avengers for, say, about 7 months, finding it easy to make friends and have fun between missions and SHIELD duties.

“Well,” Clint was saying to you and Sam, the three of you sitting at the compounds dining table, coloring with crayons on printer paper. “I’m glad you two are having fun, because I am going to kill myself.”

He holds up a poorly manufactured picture of a duck. You all convulge into a set of late night giggles.

It was four am, and you had all just returned early from a mission. After a mission, especially one where you could sleep on the way back, you sometimes found it nice to unwind with your teammates.

As you all tried to compose yourselves, you didn’t even notice someone else enter the kitchen part of the kitchen, not until Sam called out to them that is.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?”

“Hmm? Nothing. Coffee,” He looked startled, then straight back to basically being dead tired. The bags under his eyes looked like they just took a trip to Costco.

He looks reluctant, and like his mind has to do a lot of mental gymnastics to convince himself to do so, but ultimately he sits down at your table.

You’re drawing a picture of some birds (well, what was supposed to look like birds) in a little bird house. Your heart was beating about 10 decibels faster, and your hands became more unsteady.

Clint and Sam both privately took note of your change in demeanor. The way instead of using circle motions either your crayons, as you had been, you were pressing harder and going up and down. And how you simply just layer them on the table rather than back in the box. And the short sweet glances sent to one new person at the table….

***

Private messages between Sam Wilson and Clint Barton that you should never have seen, had you not been playing candy crush on Clint’s phone one Saturday morning. You’re a snooper, you snoop, it’s what you do.

Wednesday 5:36 am

Clint: Are you sleeping bbb

Sam: that best better not stand for what I think it does…

Clint: Y/n left me after you and Bucky did. Think the girl needed time to fantasize

Sam: YOU NOTICED TOO

Clint: I see everything, always

Sam: ominous

Sam: Clinton have you ever watched the bachorlette

Clint: I loveeee where this is going

Sam: I think she has a little crush

Sam: we should set them up

Clint: I can already see the kids

Clint: they’ll be names Sam and Clint of course

Clint: after us

Saturday, 9:29 am

Unread

Sam: did you destroy my fucking coin master village 17 times???

Sam: Barton, your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it

***

Dead. You promised Clint and Sam they were dead.

At first, you thought it was just a joke. Until the advancements started.

It was Thursday, the team gathering for a dinner, as they did every once in awhile. As soon as you entered the room, you saw Clint and Sam basically playing musical chairs to keep an empty seat open next to Bucky Barnes.

“Are…Are you two okay?” Steve asked, genuine fear and concern on his face.

“Totally.”

“One-hundred percent.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’re acting weird captain.”

Steve sits, slack jawed, at a loss for a response. As you walk towards the table, your shoulders are grabbed by Clint, who is saying in a sickeningly sweet and chipper voice, “Y/n! Goodness, great to see you! Sit here! There’s a spot next to Bucky! You know Bucky! You love Bucky!”

You were a *mess* the entire dinner, unable to completely focus on anything but breathing patterns.

As the evening was coming to a close and others were dismissing themselves, you made cold hard eye contact with Clint, seated directly across from you. His hands were folded on the table like an innocent school child.

“Barton,” you said, your voice stern. “Wanna play Chinese Checkers?”

He shakes his head violently, but says, “Sam does too.”

Sam gets up from the table, so fast, his chair knocks over and silverware clatters.

You quickly jump up, chasing him down the hall. Clint follows, brandishing a phone camera, a will, and a way.

The rest of the group was frozen now, looking in bewilderment at what was going on. Or rather, their lack of knowledge of what the hell was going on?

“Anybody have input?” Tony asks after a long silence. Everyone looks equally lost.

They all look when a thud sounds in the direction your trio went.

***

Bucky and Steve are walking track to their rooms, later that evening. Steve had mission reports to do, and Bucky had thoughts to process and a diary to write in.

“So, what do you think of the new girl?” Steve pokes the bear, hoping to get a rise out of his friend.

“Hmm, oh. I dunno. She’s nice, I guess,” Bucky shrugs, and Steve’s goofy little smile grows like the grinch’s heart.

“Really? Because you look liked you were having an awful lot of thoughts tonight at dinner. And, you know, you stare at her long enough every other day…”

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

Bucky stares at Steve, unknowing of what to do in this situation. He shrugs again.

“So what?”

“So? So you should, oh, I don’t know, have a real conversation with her instead of just breathing into each others general directions. It’s nauseating having to watch Sam and Clint push you guys into the same space.”

Tonight may have been the first time you noticed, but in truth that kind thing happened in many many scenarios. Even before Clint and Sam connected that dots that you liked him.

They wanted their ship to sail.

***

“You took a shower!?” Clint says to Bucky, in a low and shocked voice. He held an incredulous look on his face, one Bucky wanted to smack right off.

“Yeah, try it sometime,” Bucky quipped.

“Y/n’s in her room,” Clint took a sip of his coffee. She has loads of paperwork. Probably will be in there all day.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and then shuts, not wanting to know why Clint was helping him. In truth, he wasn’t. Clint was helping you.

Within minutes, Bucky was outside your door, giving himself the cutest, peppiest of peptalks. Albeit, in his head because he could not handle the embarrassment of the e door opening to you seeing him babbling like a madman.

So when you did open the door, he tried flashing a warm smile. At the sight of it, you thought you would simply just faint. Right there, thud on the floor.

While your brain was debating whether you would prefer internal or external bleeding of the skull (internal, you decided, wouldn’t mess up your hair) Bucky cleared his throat.

You looked into his blinding blue eyes, the way a deer looks into headlights (meaning any minute you would get hit by the car…)

“Hi,” Bucky breathes out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking.

You wanted to choke yourself out.

“I have something to tell you,” he starts. “Or- or I wanna talk to you.”

“…oh…” FUCKING CHRIST! Oh?? That was the best you had???

“Look, y/n I’ve sorta…I like you, quite a lot. And I’ve been nervous to talk to you or tell you about it, because I really don’t like opening up about my feelings. But-”

You cut him off by pouring out, “Ilikeyoutoo!”

“You- oh…Well…this wasn’t as bad as I had thought then.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah, guess not.”

He doesn’t say anything, the two of you staring into each others eyes. He starts to lean in, his perfect face getting closer to yours. The action feels magnetic as you lean closer.

You take in his features. His brow, his chiseled jawline. The symmetrical two sides to his face, like if you took a meat clever down the center, you’d have matching halves.

Just as you can feel his breathe on your lips, right before the two of you can make contact, you both jolt apart at the sound.

Clint falls from your ceiling, Sam landing on top of him. The metal grate that filtrated the air in your room was below them, broken ceiling tiles, pink insulation and regret strewn about your flooring.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

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artemismoorea03 · 8 months

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DPx Marvel: The Bet

When Phantom joined the Avengers they were already aware of some of his abilities. The transformation that gave him the rest of his abilities, flight, invisibility, intangibility, and ectoplasmic fire. They thought they knew it all.

Until Bruce saw something floating across the room one end to where Danny was. It was Danny's phone and after an injury left Danny bed ridden or a time as he recovered. Upon making said discovery he quickly added "Telekinesis" to the list.

A few weeks later Tony learned Danny had Cryokinesis when he got sick and ended up freezing half of the room with a thick layer of unmeltable ice.

Clint was the one who learned about his Electrokinesis when he decided to prank the kid and Danny's revenge was an ever so gentle zap to his ribcage every time he passed him for three days.

Natasha figured out that he had Photokinesis when the two of them got stuck in a dark cave during a cave in and Danny used his abilities to help lead them out of the cave and to safety.

Steve learned that Danny had Aerokinesis when he got into an argument with the teenager about being irresponsible. It was minor but the air in the room shifted and a lot of papers went flying and one of the couches slid a good two feet away from Danny.

Thor was the one who learned that Danny could breathe under water when he found Danny at the bottom of the pool after the argument with Steve. Thor ended up joining Danny and the two stayed down there together for a few hours until Danny was cooled down enough to come to the surface.

"I swear, ever time I turn around he has a new ability." Clint said, exhausted as he sat with the rest of the adults around the table. Danny had gone to watch a movie with Peter, leaving the rest of the team a chance to talk about the stuff they'd seen.

"Why not ask him what his powers are again?" Bruce suggested, "We can also make sure we ask for all of his powers this time."

"Or we make a bet out of it." Tony suggested.

Natasha rolled her eyes, "Do you have to make a bet out of everything?"

"Yes. It keeps things interesting. I bet... two months of cleaning duties that he has at most 25 powers." Tony offered.

"No way." Steve said, "He can't have more than 20."

"Wanna bet on that?" Tony pressed as Steve glared.

"Sure."

Bruce sighed looking at Natasha who seemed defeated too.

"I'm thinking 30 and I'll bet three months on that." Clint said.

"I would like to join on this bet as well. I suspect Hel Son has at least 50!" Thor said as Loki - who was visiting for the day - glanced up at him with a raised brow.

"50?" Loki checked, "That is the number you wish to go with?"

"I can't believe I'm going to agree with Loki on this but that's a pretty big number, Thor. You sure?" Bruce checked.

"Positive!"

Bruce shrugged, "I'm going to go with with Steve on this, I don't think he has many powers left to show."

"Hm... I'm going to go with Clint." Natasha finally said, as she and Clint bumped fists.

"What about you, Loki? Do you not wish to join?" Thor asked his brother.

Loki thought about it for a moment, then smiled. "Very well. I'm going to bet that you're all wrong and that Thor's number is too low. But I also am not willing to guess how many powers has."

"Considering that's a long shot, Loki, you have that bet." Tony smirked.

As the numbers climbed higher and higher the 'long shot' Loki took was starting to look more and more promising. Especially when Danny developed a brand new power in the field one day and just looked at the team with a surprised look.

"Uh... I've never done that before..."

Only then did Loki's long shot make sense.

Danny was still getting new powers and not even Loki knew when they would stop developing.

#dpxmarvel #I was bored #not super happy with this #but here it is

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Zuko Alone

I'm hoping for some Appa this episode. It's been too long since he's gotten any good sight gags.

Zuko is cosplaying Clint Eastwood. He's also back to being stupid pale this episode.

You know it's a good thing that Zuko's not in the Fire Nation anymore because he really would have sucked at being Fire Nation. Robbing pregnant women is probably kindergarden level stuff for them.

How is Zuko in such bad shape? Last time we saw him he had a cave full of spoils robbed from rich people. Did he not bother to pack at least some of that stuff? Actually, not thinking far enough ahead to pack would be pretty in character.

Oof that would rub me the wrong way. Not enough money for a meal, but sure, let's use totally edible eggs as ammo.

Where'd the egg go?

Who is the scarred up hat wearing vampire and what happened to the real Zuko? Imposter Zuko just elected to not be provoked into a fight. Real Zuko would already be setting things on fire.

Just a bunch of thugs. Yep. It's consistently awesome how many of the facets of war this show can cover.

Imposter Zuko and Song's horse bird just got kidnapped. Did not see that coming.

Zuko kind of has arm bandages like Sokka has this episode. Also love the character detail that the boy has scraped knees.

Is the kid's dad the same guy as the man at the store? Or maybe this is a one haircut town?

So the guy who was near to fainting off his horse bird this morning is now turning down freely offered food? Could Zuko please shelve his pride for five minutes? Kudos to the mom for accurately reading his distaste for charity and turning it into a request for aid though. Although covering for the boy's egg trick is worth at least a meal.

Tangent!

I don't get Zuko. How can he still have so much pride when he's wearing rags and starving himself to feed Song's horse bird? I'm quite shameless when it comes to accepting help and I've never, ever been able to understand the whole 'too proud to accept charity' mindset. I'm always up for some charity. I have enough manners to offer to do the dishes after, but if you're offering free food I'm eating it. And I've never been in a situation as desperate as Zuko's. So I don't get this.

ok tangent over.

Peak rich kid behaviour. I hope those nails aren't expensive otherwise Zuko doing work for food might end up with this family out of pocket.

Is the wood grain on this ladder an actual photograph of wood grain?

Zuko has more patience this episode than he had for all of season 1 combined. He's also never gone this long without yelling. Either proximity to young children activates Zuko's otherwise mostly slumbering decency, or to fit him into a Fistful of Dollars homage the writers had to make him out of character.

If I had been in this situation when I was a kid, if I had been a) this visibly bored, and b) this nosy around guests, I would have been given a hammer and a bag of nails in three seconds flat. Also, nice to see a Sokka face from Zuko.

I get that 'a man without a past' is a staple of the cowboy genre, but the boy's father bringing up the privacy of the past twice in like two minutes makes me think he's done stuff he doesn't want to talk about. Seems both the parents have read Zuko right though.

Finally! Some pretty! I have been suffering! This may be the first really good pretty all season!

Bad news for the Appa decor on my blog. He may have been supplanted in my affections.

Two things: first, Zuko is a carbon copy of his mom. Second, That is way too much forehead.

Having Zuko's mom introduce herself by talking about the lengths mothers will go to for their children is not giving me foreshadowing anxiety at all.

Azula's been a bitch since birth. Noted.

Sir, your eyebrows. Also, yeah, I wouldn't want to play with her either.

Yikes this is making my teeth itch and my skin crawl. Calling it now, she's rotten to the core.

Zuko and Azula's dad has some weak ass genes. BOTH of his children are carbon copies of their mom.

Also, I was not expecting Zuko's very stupid ponytail to be a pre-scar thing. It is much better with a full head of hair.

If I had spent my childhood hanging out with an untouchable princess who set things on my head on fire for fun whenever I involuntarily displayed emotion, I'd be gloomy and apathetic in self defense too.

Sokka in this episode in spirit, if not in person.

Seriously that's the same face three times over!

Um, no? If Iroh doesn't make it back from the front, doesn't his son become next in line to be Firelord?

Can you hear all the unspoken "father thinks that" and "father says that" in front of every one of Azula's opinions in this whole scene? I stand by my assertion that she's awful anyways, but she's also obviously drunk much too much of her dad's koolaid, if you know what I mean.

This kid is going to get into so much trouble one of these days. Provoking the soldiers, nagging the mysterious stranger with the mysterious past, and now taking his weapons? Kid's sweet but he really needs to learn when to stop pushing his luck.

Stabbing dead, dried wood sounds like a great way to utterly annihilate the edge on those. Hope Zuko packed a whetstone.

Where is this patience coming from? I don't understand and it's BUGGING me.

Hold on. Technical problems.

My very basic DVD player sometimes has difficulty with these disks. Whatever happened between the above two screenshots, I've missed it. So picking back up from the one on the right...

Either these soldiers are impressively cowardly (which, yeah) or Zuko's really been working on his death glare, because they've got him outnumbered and out-armoured and they still back off.

OH it's parallels! Zuko's cousin and the boy's older brother. Got it. Kind of a false parallel though. Grandson of the Firelord does not equal earth kingdom conscript.

Give the demonstrably impulsive and nosy child a knife. That'll work out just fine I'm sure. Pretty sad the kid glommed on to Zuko so quickly, but it's also yet another realistic representation of the consequences of war. This show's good.

*shudders* theatre kids.

She's tiny! Do you know how darkly humourous it is to watch a two foot tall baby spout her father's murderous nonsense? Once again, in this whole scene, not a word out of Azula's mouth is actually Azula's.

"What is wrong with that child?" Apart from budding homicidal and psychopathic tendencies? Her dad. Her dad is what's wrong with that child.

Their dad has no subtlety at all. And also no brain? You think a day after the firelord finds out one of his family died is the right time to very boorishly make a play for the crown with you daughter as a prop? Could you possibly come up with a better demonstration of why this guy shouldn't be in charge?

How did this asshole land such a nice wife?

Yep. Siding with the old firelord on this one.

Does flashback Zuko sleep in his day clothes? Because that's not ok.

I like that their mom sees straight through Azula's lying here. She knows her daughter.

In a move that should surprise no one, everything Zuko touches turns to shit, as usual.

It's the Mexico filter!

Absolute truth from Zuko in that monologue. He's got them pegged. Too bad it fell on deaf ears. It's Zuko's curse, that whenever he approaches being remotely reasonable, he happens to be surrounded by people who will react in such a way that Zuko learns to equate being reasonable with failure.

An earthbender. The bare feet should have clued me in.

Last season Zuko and Iroh laid waste to like ten of these guys. And Iroh didn't even have pants. So what gives? Is he that starved?

Ursa pulling a Mufasa.

Don't answer don't answer don't answer

And he does.

Zuko is so very good at completely misinterpreting the point.

So we can add thief to the list of things that make Azula awful. Also that delivery of "who's going to make me? Mom?" is chilling. Zuko's lost his only defender inside this atrocious family and she knows it, he knows it, hell the turtleducks probably know it.

His dying wish? You guys buying that?

Ozai. That's his name. I'd forgotten that.

So... something something dead firelord something something missing mom something something maybe Azula wasn't actually lying this time?

Final Thoughts

The title wasn't kidding. Let's rename the show 'Avatar: the Guy who's Really Bad at Capturing Him' while we're at it.

There is now no way whatsoever that Zuko is not going to be redeemed. No writing team would invest that much energy and a whole episode into a character we're not ultimately supposed to root for. So somehow he's going to end up joining the Gaang. Don't know how he'll pull that one off. He's done some pretty not great stuff. And it's not like the Gaang watched this episode and unlocked his tragic backstory.

Speaking of, what prompted these reflections? I could understand if Zuko started to contemplate his cousin and the events surrounding his loss in the war after he learned about the family's older brother, but he was having flashbacks before he even got to town. Usually when there are backstory bits, there's a good reason to show them at that time, like how the Storm prompts Aang to think about the last storm he was in, or seeing a boat from his father's fleet prompts Sokka to remember what his dad told him. So what caused Zuko's memories to give him situationally appropriate flashbacks?

Pretty funny that he found the Nice Earth Kingdom Family that Azula predicted for him. And they are really nice! Either Zuko is an open book or the parents' social intelligence is off the charts because they're giving him exactly what he needs to feel at ease after barely a single conversation.

Speaking of Azula, I'm not surprised to find that she's always had deeply awful tendencies, even as a child of (I'm guessing) less than ten. But it cannot be ignored that, from the moment her father took a liking to her (as a tool to boost his own greatness, if not as a person), she didn't stand a chance. You can tell by the number of times that the stuff coming out of her mouth is a thinly veiled repetition of her father's unfiltered opinions, that she's been spending lots of time listening to him, probably while he puts down her mom and brother and talks about how she's the special one. You know what I'm getting at. Azula never stood a chance once her father got involved, and her mom lost the ability to influence her once her father started giving Azula praise for objectively wrong behaviour. That being said, Azula is awful even when she doesn't need to be awful for her father's approval, like when she's with her friends, so it's not all her father's doing. She's not a good person but she also had plenty of help to become that.

I guess Zuko and his mom are Fire Nation anomalies? And maybe Iroh has become that since his son died and he lost the war?

How on earth did Zuko survive as long as he did in the palace without his mom to protect him? What a no-win situation to be in. The only person in a whole nation with empathy.

This episode does makes Season 1 Zuko make more sense. He's been larping his dad as a defense mechanism for surviving the Fire Nation/probably a very futile effort to earn his approval. Although Zuko doesn't seem to care much for his dad if the tone he takes with him by the turtleduck pond is any indication.

Being banished was the best thing that ever happened to Zuko. The more distance between him and his remaining non-uncle family, the better. Between prioritizing his crew over capturing the avatar in the Storm, releasing the Avatar in the Blue Spirit, and now defending a random earth kingdom child this episode, it's hilarious how much Zuko HASN'T learned the lesson that Ozai banished him for not knowing. Don't get me wrong; that's a good thing. This episode plainly shows that behaviour that pleases Ozai is behaviour that should be unlearned as quickly as possible.

Zuko completely missing the point of his mom's last instruction is delightfully on the nose. But it also makes sense, which I may talk more about later.

How did Zuko hold on to his temper (and his volume) for a whole episode?

How did a show named after the main character get away with an episode that doesn't feature him at all? As a concept, this is such a strange episode. The writers were like "how can we kick start the woobification of Zuko? I know! A Spaghetti Western!" and it worked. Who comes up with that?

I now want at least as much, if not more, of Sokka and Katara's childhood via flashbacks. And more Gyatso please. If they can devote a whole episode to the childhood of a guy who isn't even a team member yet, they can show me some Sokka childhood shenanigans as a palette cleanser.

I really don't know what conclusion to draw about this episode. The writers have given me a massive backstory/trauma dump and I'm honestly like:

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #zuko alone #I really don't know what to make of this one

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marvelwitchergilmore · 11 months

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Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay)

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader -> You and Clint have been having an intimate relationship and it’s been hidden from the rest of the team. But, what happens when Fate throws you both a curve ball and it can no longer remain a secret?

Disclaimer: Fluff, swearing, feelings of being completely terrified of life, Sam and Bucky being idiots. Ignoring Endgame and CW. Clint has never been married or has kids in this fic. Friends/Co-workers to lovers. FwB SMUT (description is brief in the beginning, so feel free to skip), mentions of unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up) MDNI. IF YOU CONTINUE READING THIS, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING 18+ THEMES. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Clint was good at his job.

He had to be. He had no other choice. If he wasn’t good, that meant he was bad and that could result in one of two things. Either, he’d get fired. Or, he’d die. If he was bad at his job, he’d prefer his exit to be the former of the two options, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t really have a choice.

But, he was good at his job. So, it didn’t matter.

What he wasn’t good at, however, was being a dad. Or, at least, being told he was about to become one and not freak out about it.

You had told him three days after you had found out yourself.

You could remember it. Being stood in your bathroom until you saw the very pink double lines appear on the centre of the stick, which made you back up until you sat on the toilet seat and placed a hand to your mouth.

At first, you didn’t know how to react.

You and Clint weren’t exactly…together.

It had started just over a year ago when, after some strange happenings on missions, you found comfort in one another. It was just simple and casual. No strings. Just sex. But you were friends. And co-workers. So, you were both incredibly careful.

But then you remembered the night in the hospital. Well, medical bay.

10 weeks prior, you’d both been on a mission that left you more than worse for wear. Stage 4 concussion, three broken ribs, the rest severely bruised, cuts and scrapes to the rest of your body and loss of memory for the first 24 hours.

But, on your final check-up, you were left by the doctors, alone, in your room.

During your stay, Clint had come almost every night to sit with you. Even helped you get to and from the bathroom when the lights were too bright and your entire body felt like it had just been hit by a 1000 tonne truck.

Other nights, when he wasn’t helping you to and from the bathroom, he’d lie with you and you’d both sit and watch some crappy old movies that Clint had managed to find. Some were better than others, but even then, you’d both fall asleep half way through.

But, after 10 weeks, you had your final check up and Clint came to see you.

You both talked for a while, about what was to come. What missions would be given, when you were going to be put back into the field, what he had done to Natasha to make her so mad that she came to you to ask for help in getting back at him.

And then he sat beside you and asked how you were feeling.

“Like I want to get out of here.” you had answered honestly. “I just want to get back to normal.”

“And your head? You took quite the hit.” Clint pushed a strand of hair from your face so he could see you more clearly.

“The concussion has gone but I still have a small headache.”

“You know, there are ways to get rid of that.”

You smirked, already having an idea on where Clint was going with this. “So, I’ve heard.”

“Maybe I could help you out?”

“Really? How so?”

Slowly, Clint moved closer to you before you continued to lie back until he was flush against you and the mattress where he slowly kissed your neck.

“Well, there is the usual. Yoga,” a kiss, “Sleep,” another, “some weird tea that probably tastes like nail polish remover,” another kiss. “And then there's my idea. And, it technically hits two of the three.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed as he continued to press his lips against your skin. “And what is that?”

“I think you already know, baby.”

You smiled before his lips met yours. From there, your bodies took over. Your hands came up his side before pushing their way through his hair. His knee pressed between your thighs, teasing you ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his hands gripped at your hips pulling you closer as a moan emptied itself into his mouth.

“Let me take care of you,” you heard him tell you before his lips moved back down your neck, leaving a trail of, come by morning, love bites in their wake.

Usually, you were both so careful. But that night…that night you just wanted each other. Needed each other, even. You let him take care of you; his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you want more, his lips and tongue leaving marks across your body that only made it yearn for more, his knee pressing against you before he replaced it with his hand, his fingers curling up inside of you. All the while, he watched you curse underneath him, swear to God, swear to anyone who would hear your cries of pleasure. He felt your hands roam his body until he finally moved himself to your core where he felt your fingers and nails run themselves down the back of his head and neck, begging him for more.

You climaxed twice before he entered you, and even then, you came again.

He was the only man who had done this to you. Others, they had come close, but it was never like this. Clint took his time, teasing your body in ways you didn’t know would have you begging for him to the point where you felt as if it was going to last forever.

And afterwards, he’d take care of you then, too. He’d wipe away any wetness from you before handing you a glass of water and helping you stand despite wanting to fall asleep in his arms there and then. By the time you’d get back from the bathroom, he’d hand you a t-shirt of his that just covered you - but still, if you weren’t both so relaxed, he’d take you there and then…again.

And you’d let him.

But that night, rather than using any safe measurements, it all remained unprotected. Something that would only come to your mind after being sat in the bathroom for an hour and half, staring at the two very pink lines on the white stick.

It took you three days to initially come to terms with what was about to happen. Even then, you hadn’t fully accepted it. You were pregnant with Clint’s baby. And in 9 to 10 months, that baby will be born, hopefully healthy, and soon enough would be an exact share of your and Clint’s DNA.

On the fourth day, you went in search of Clint. And, you found him in his bedroom at the compound.

After giving your knock, he called for you to come in.

“It’s unlocked!”

The moment you entered, you locked the door behind you.

“Clint?”

“In here.”

Tony had created a connecting room for him to practise against targets so when you entered he had his arrow drawn and released it on bullseye.

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m all ears.”

You nodded. Mostly, his focus was on the targets so at least that made it easier not having to look him in the eye.

“Okay, I’ll just get to it,” you took a breath, clasping your hands together. “I’m pregnant.”

The arrow that Clint had drawn and intended to go through bullseye once more…landed in the wall.

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” you nodded. “9 weeks, I think, at least.”

“When did…”

“Three days ago. I know, I’m freaking out, too.”

Clint looked back to the targets, not knowing where else to look.

“I just thought you should know.”

Clint nodded before backing up and sitting down on one of the chairs beside the wall.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“And I’m gonna be…”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

You moved to sit beside him. “I know. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You’re really pregnant?”

Sighing, you lifted your hips from the chair to pull the fresh pregnancy test from your back pocket. “Pretty positive.”

You handed him the test where he let out a small gasp, covering his mouth as he looked down at the two pink lines.

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing.” you said. “And…if you don’t want to be involved, I’ll figure it out. But, I want you. I want you to be involved.”

“No, no, no,” Clint cut you off. Despite the fact he was in complete shock, something he was certain of was…”I wanna…I wanna be involved. If we’re in this, we’re in this together.”

You nodded after a moment. It was nice to have some support and know you’re not alone in your fear.

Clint soon looked back to the stick before reaching over and taking your hand in his. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could see a small smile growing on his face, which mirrored itself on yours. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

A small laugh came from Clint’s lips before he pulled you closer into a hug, the pair of you looking at the double lines before he turned and looked to your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but you would be soon.

Gently, Clint lay his hand over your stomach before you placed both of your hands over his.

“We can do this, right?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

It took a while to figure out how to tell people since they didn’t know you and Clint were together in the first place. But, one morning when Sam had woken up and found you in the kitchen, reading, whilst Clint cooked breakfast, he offered you a cup of coffee.

Usually, you’d never turn one down. And always had it at full strength.

Only, for the last couple of weeks, Sam hadn’t seen you with a coffee or even a beer on a Friday night. He also hadn’t seen you in the sparring ring for a while. Typically, you’d usually be against him or Clint and within seconds, you had them on the ground. That was a tactic neither of them could figure out.

“Are you on a cleanse or something?”

“Why?”

Clint looked over his shoulder to you, only to see your eyes focused on Sam.

“Because you haven’t been drinking coffee or any kind of alcohol or caffeine.” Sam said before letting out a chuckle to himself as he poured himself a coffee. “Either that or you’re pregnant.”

Silence settled over the room and the moment you and Clint locked eyes, having a telepathic

conversation between one another…Sam noticed.

Confusion was the first thing he felt. Why on earth would you and Clint look at one another like you had a secret?

“What? What is it?”

Clint tilted his head quickly. It was up to you.

You nodded and turned back to Sam.

“Actually…”

Sam put his coffee down and stepped back. “Wait, you’re…?”

“Pregnant.”

“Holy- Oh my - Holy shit.” Sam broke out in a smile before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you. “Holy shit, you’re actually- wow. Wait, who’s the-”

Then when Clint came behind you, laying a plate of food in front of you, and you looked at him, Sam took another step back. “Oh my God.”

“No-one else knows so, please, can you keep this to yourself for now?” You asked. “We’re still trying to figure out how to tell people.”

“I didn’t even know you two were, like, a thing.”

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“But you’re having a kid together?”

You nodded. “But, please, Sam, keep this to yourself for now.”

“Keep what to himself?” Bucky entered the kitchen.

“Nothing.” Sam answered walking back to his coffee.

Bucky, with narrowed eyes, made his way around the kitchen. His eyes barely left Sam. “Oh, come on, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can.”

“Not with me. Took you all of five minutes to tell me that Jessica from accounting is having twins.” Bucky said before he saw a bead of sweat drip down the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes widened for a split second before looking at you. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.”

“How did you-”

“Told you. He can’t keep a secret from me. Also, you haven’t drunk a single ounce of coffee in, like, four weeks. So, it’s either that or you’re on a cleanse. And you would never give up coffee voluntarily.”

“Well, if you know everything, Einstein,” Sam turned to Bucky. “Who’s the dad?”

“Barton.”

You dropped your fork, finishing your mouthful before looking to Bucky with the expression of Oh, for God’s sake. How? Meanwhile, Sam seemed slightly offended and confused at the fact Bucky seemed to have the whole thing figured out.

“What? She’s wearing his shirt.”

You looked down and realised it was true. How had you not even noticed?

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell people soon or else they’re gonna figure it out. Also, you might want to add more ginger to your meals.” Bucky added. “It’ll help with the morning sickness.”

“How the hell do you know all of this?”

Bucky shrugged, sipping his own coffee. “I had to help a woman give birth in a small town in Germany. When I came back, I figured it was more likely to happen so I read a couple books. I can lend them to you, if you want.”

It was safe to say you, Clint and Sam were more confused over Bucky’s hidden history as a midwife than your and Clint’s relationship and baby.

“So, when’s your first scan?”

“Okay, this conversation’s too weird for me. Can we please change the subject?”

“Can we see the pictures when you do?” Sam asked. “I wanna see a picture of my nephew or niece. I call ‘favourite uncle’.”

“Who says you get it?”

“I do.” Sam told Bucky. “We all know Nat’s gonna have first dibs at Aunt. I call Uncle.”

“What about me? Or Steve?”

“Steve’s everyone’s Grandpa. He gets that title.”

Whilst the two idiots in front of you argued over the title of ‘favourite uncle’ before eventually coming to the decision that the kid will decide, Clint had come behind you, taking your empty plate from you.

“What do you say we make a run for it? Someone will find them and ask them what they’re arguing about. Let them tell the rest of the team.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Slipping yourself from the stand, you felt Clint take your hand in his before you both made a run for it out of the kitchen, down the hall and into Clint’s bedroom.

Miraculously, you both managed to shower and get dressed, packing a small bag before making a run for it and not being stopped or called by anyone.

Clint drove you both out of town for a couple of hours to a small town clinic. They were small enough to know that they were away from Shield’s radar as well as the Avengers. And, with barely any people in the waiting room, there were no people trying to report news over why you and Hawkeye were in a maternity ward.

The doctor called your name and you and Clint headed inside where you lay on the bed and began asking questions about your health and when you think you got pregnant before covering the lower half of your stomach in cold gel and began the ultrasound.

“One thing I will say is that you have to be careful. I understand the professions you two are in, but where you can, rest. Try not to lift anything heavy over your head as it can strain your lower back,” the doctor gave you both some more advice before they moved to find the baby’s heartbeat.

“See this, right here?” you and Clint looked at the monitor. “That’s your baby and this…” a small galloping sound from the speakers. “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

As one hand lay below your head, your other was in Clint’s hand. Swiftly, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckle as you both watched the monitor and listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat.

“Oh, my God.” It brought tears to both of your eyes.

“I’ll get you some pictures printed off.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Clint,” his eyes didn’t leave the monitor until you looked at him. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby.” Clint smiled back before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before laying his arm around you, both of you looking at the monitor.

The doctor handed you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach before leaving the room for a moment to grab a couple of information pamphlets and other small things that would help you and Clint on your journey.

By the time you got back into the car, you and Clint simply looked at the photos you had been given. From the pile, Clint tore one away and placed it in his sun visor.

The rest of the day, you and Clint drove around the small town, taking in a couple of the sights, eating at their ‘Number One Diner’ before hitting a couple of smaller stores, buying a couple of baby things. Thankfully, anyone that you ran into didn’t seem to have a clue who you or Clint were. Either that, or they simply didn’t care. That made it a lot easier to buy baby clothes and books.

And, by the time the sun was setting over the horizon, you and Clint sat on the hood of his car, your laps covered by a checked blanket and a soda in your lap, Clint’s phone rang.

“Who is it?”

“Nat.”

The moment Clint answered, Natasha was already speaking.

“You’re having a baby and you left the members of Sesame Street to tell me?”

Clint turned to you, “They’ve blabbed.”

“Wow. Took longer than I thought.” You said, looking at your watch.

“Is she with you?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good, tell her I’m mad at her, too.”

“Nat said she’s mad at you.”

“She’s mad at you, too.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someone else to be this kid’s favourite Aunt.”

“Whoa, hey-”

“Guess we could ask Wanda?” you suggested. “Or maybe your Rookie?”

“Kate? Really?” Clint asked. “She is the closest in age to the kid. What about-”

“Hey, hey! Do not give my title away! I did not fight to save your life to have my title of favourite Aunt thrown to some Rookie.”

“You like Kate.”

“Besides the point.” Natasha brushed off. “That title stays with me.”

“What do you think? Should we let her?”

“Is she still mad at us?”

“I don’t think she can be if we give her the title.”

“Okay then,” you smiled before taking a sip of your soda. “You only get the title if you’re not mad at us.”

“Fine, hold on a sec,” in the background you heard Nat shout for Steve. “Rogers, be mad at Barton for me.”

“He threatened to take away your title?” you and Clint heard Steve laugh before the phone was passed to him.

“Maybe.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve said. “Congrats, man. We’re all really happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“Just a word of warning, though.” Steve began. “Tony’s already started clearing a space out in the compound for a nursery so if you two thought you’d be moving out, I don’t think Tony will let you leave.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“What is it?” you asked Clint.

“You know how we talked about finding a house?” you nodded. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Tony?”

“Yep.”

You smiled with a small chuckle. “Figures.”

Steve hung up soon after that, leaving you and Clint in your own little world for a while to watch the stars and moon settle over the land.

Over the next couple of weeks, time was spent between telling Shield and HR about what was going on and getting ready for what was to come. Hill gave you both a grilling but, off the record, she was happy for the both of you. Fury had done the same thing, fully expecting an invite to the baby shower. You had also been assigned to desk duty and advising from over Skype.

Clint could see you were getting agitated so he pulled a couple strings to get you into teaching the new recruits. It wouldn’t be a job that would put you into danger and it would keep you busy just enough for you not to be completely bored.

The nights you spent by Clint’s side. Each night you’d both ready a couple of the parenting books you’d bought from the small town outside the city or what Bucky had gifted.

Neither of you had really talked about what your status was together. The nurses at the hospital had referred to Clint as your husband, something neither of you had corrected. Not that you had noticed initially.

Even the team had questioned it at certain points, but never when you were together.

So, as you sat beside one another, reading over the books that spoke about ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, Clint turned to you.

“What are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either.”

“Are we even meant to be something?”

“Well, we’re co-parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

A silence settled over you both for a moment before you placed a hand on your belly and spoke before looking at Clint. “We can do this, right? Be parents together?”

“Of course we can.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?” you asked.

Clint sat up, pulling you with him. “Hey, look at me. We can do this.”

“What if we screw up, Clint?”

Wiping away the small tears from your eyes, Clint gave you a smile. “Then it means we’re parents. They all screw up, right? But, if we can’t do something, we’ll just send the kid to one of their aunts or uncles. This kid has got a big family. At least we can give the jobs of Birds and the Bees to someone else.”

You laughed. “Like Nat?”

“I love her, but probably not.”

You laughed again, wiping away the tears from your eyes, your emotions coming back into check. “Yeah, probably not. We should keep Bucky off that list, too.”

“Agreed.” Clint nodded. “What about Pepper?”

“We should probably tag team her with someone. She’s a strong woman but this kid is half you, half me. If it’s not awkward to begin with, it will be eventually.”

“That’s true.”

You and Clint shared a laugh as he took your hands in his, keeping his eyes on you before he moved closer and kissed your lips. He brushed the hair from your face, your hand coming to his wrist. For a moment, he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you brought him closer.

The months passed with pain and pleasure.

The further you got into your pregnancy, the more the nights became restless and the pain spread across your body. However, the only thing that seemed to remain pleasurable was being able to make a start on the nursery and the fact that your morning sickness had worn off. But also, having Clint by your side, knowing you weren’t alone in your fear or excitement…that made it all a little easier.

Natasha, with the aid of Bucky and Sam - who she sent on errands to keep them out of her way - planned the baby shower where you and Clint found out the gender of your baby and learned that Fury, Clint, Sam (by default as he and Bucky flipped a coin for which gender they guessed), Wanda and Yelena were the only ones to guess correctly.

A baby girl.

The moment the pink powder released from the target as Clint shot a single arrow to its centre, everyone erupted in cheers and shouts of enjoyment.

Yelena and Sam rubbed their success in Kate and Bucky’s face, respectfully, whilst Hill handed Fury 20 bucks and Clint came to find you, hugging you tightly from behind and you looked with joy to the pink powder.

“We’re having a girl.”

“We’re having a girl,” you confirmed with a smile.

Eventually, your due date came…and passed.

You were already on maternity leave, so your days passed slower than usual. Clint would come in and check on you at lunch and on his breaks.

Your days were spent in uncomfortable pain, watching crappy movies and tv shows. Sometimes, someone from the team would come and sit with you and Sam and Bucky had taken a liking to Bake Off - it led to them sitting in the kitchen, baking sweet treats for you to try until you declared a winner.

But, one afternoon, sitting outside with a book resting on your pregnant belly, watching the trainees run their drills on the ground, Steve came and joined you outside.

“How are you doing, Momma?”

You smiled as Steve stepped from the sliding door and sat at the end of where your feet were propped up on the sofa.

“Eh,”

“That bad?”

You sighed, sitting up a little higher. “I love this kid, but I just want her out already. Come out, please.”

Steve chuckled as you held your belly and yelled in the hopes she’d hear you.

She just kicked back.

“As stubborn as her dad.”

“She’ll be here soon,” Steve smiled. “And you and Clint will have your hands full.”

“Can’t wait.” you said. “I like being busy. This,” you motioned around you, “I don’t like it.”

You and Steve sat and chatted for a while longer, mostly about the missions coming up and the books you had been reading. He’d leant you a couple which you had managed to finish in four days.

But then…

You hissed in pain, holding your belly.

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just uncomfortable.”

Then the pain came again. “Ow, okay, no. That hurt. Ow!”

Steve sat up quickly, helping you as carefully as he could. “Come on, you need to get to the hospital.”

“I guess she heard me.”

Steve laughed, and so did you - which only brought some more pain.

“Clint, I need to call him.”

“I’ll call him on the way to the hospital.”

“He’s on the other side of town-”

Steve helped you inside, “He’ll get there. I promise.”

Then Bucky and Sam came around the corner. “Hey, are you okay?”

“She’s going into labour. Do you know where Clint put your hospital bag?”

“Bedroom, under the bed.” you told Steve who then gave the instructions to Sam and Bucky.

“I’ll get the bag,” Sam shouted, running right before Bucky ran left.

“I’ll bring the car around.”

“Steve, I’m scared.”

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Steve gave you a kind smile that reassured you of his promise.

By the time you got downstairs, Sam and Bucky were rushing around like two headless chickens. Bucky hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the otherside, pulling the door open. Steve helped you inside before taking the keys from Bucky.

“One of you needs to go and pick Clint up. Buck, take the bike.”

“On it.”

“Sam, go and find Natasha.” Steve commanded. “Let her and the others know what’s happening.”

“Steve!”

“Okay, go.”

Steve jumped into the driver's seat before pulling out of the driveway and towards the hospital. On the way, he pressed a couple of buttons on the monitor inside the car, calling Clint.

“Clint, listen to me, Bucky’s on his way to you.” Steve explained.

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m going into labour! Ow, crap.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’re on our way to the hospital now, just meet us there.”

“Okay,”

In the background, you heard the roaring of Bucky’s motorbike. He had to have driven through multiple red lights.

“He’s here now. Honey? It’s gonna be okay.”

“Just get here, please. I’m not doing this without you. Argh, fuck.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Clint!” Bucky shouted.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you replied. “Just get here.”

“Clint we’re pulling in now,”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Barton!”

As you were rolled into the labour suite, Steve kept watch for Clint before he came barrelling around the corner, not fully aware of where he was going.

“Barton!”

Clint followed Steve’s voice in a circle until he finally spotted him and ran down the hall to your room.

“How is she? Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What did the nurses say? Is everything-”

Steve took Clint by his shoulders. “Everything’s okay. They’ve just broken her waters so she’ll be giving birth soon enough. I’ll keep the others out here.”

“Thanks, and thank you, Steve.”

“No need,” Steve smiled. “Now go to her.”

Clint gave a final smile before entering the room and rushing over to you. And you couldn’t have held him tighter.

“I’m scared, Clint.” you told him as the midwife came in and told you you were ready to give birth.

“I know, baby. So am I, but you’ve got this, okay? Hey, look at me.” you looked at him as he held onto your hand. “You’ve got this. I love you,”

“I love you, too.”

It was only now that you realised today, of all days, was the first time you’d both told one another the truth of your feelings towards each other.

Clint pressed a kiss to your lips. “Stay with me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay, dad, help her up.” the midwife called your name. “When I tell you to push, give me all the strength you can muster, okay?”

You hummed nervously. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you wanted her to stay inside, for a little while longer.

Clint held your hand the whole way through, pushing the stray hairs from your face and holding his arm across your back for support as you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally a cry rang out throughout the room.

“You did it, mom. A beautiful baby girl.”

“You hear that?” Clint looked at you, smiling as he pushed the last couple of hairs from your face. “You did it, momma. She’s here.”

“She’s here? Is she okay?”

Clint looked over to the nurses and midwives measuring, cleaning and weighing your baby girl. “Yeah, yeah. They’re just cleaning her off.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your head and your lips. “You did it.”

Moments later, you were handed your baby girl wrapped in the blanket you and Clint had bought her all the way back when you had your first scan.

Feeling her skin against yours, you felt your heart explode.

Clint didn’t leave either of your sides once, looking down to his baby girl and the love of his life.

“I love you, and I love her.”

“She’s so small.”

A few hours later, you and Clint were sitting in a clean hospital bed, your baby girl in his arms as she slept.

Wanda was the first to enter, Sam and Kate quickly followed behind before Bucky, Natasha and Steve followed suit.

“Hey, can we come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, guys.”

“Hey, honey, how you feeling?” Wanda asked you, walking over.

“Tired.”

“Can I see her?”

Clint carefully handed your daughter over to Wanda where Sam and Bucky stood around her. “She’s beautiful.” was the main repeated comment between the three of them. “And strong, too.”

“She gets that from her mom,” Clint smiled at you before looking towards Kate.

“I brought you a couple things,” Kate told both you and Clint. “Figured everyone will be thinking about the baby, they’ll forget about you - and you’d probably forget about yourselves. So, your usual from Benny’s.” You praised Kate as a saint as she handed you the familiar paper bag. “Plus, a bag filled with every post-birth thing you could possibly need. Wendy has a Nurse-friend who has had, like, a gazillion kids, so she knows all the tricks of the trade.”

You smiled, hugging Kate. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and, Clint,” Kate handed him. “This is more for the baby, but I figured you could hold onto it for her until she grows up.”

Inside was a kid’s bow and arrow with an old, small carving in the top.

K.B

And then underneath it,

E.B

“Figured it should be passed down to the next generation of Hawkeyes,”

Clint tried his best to keep his emotions in check as he smiled at the meaning of this gift.

The bow and arrow that had once belonged to Kate now belonged to his daughter and when she was old enough, she could learn to shoot just like her dad.

“Thank you, Kate. Really. This means…a lot.”

You rubbed your hand over his forearm before taking his hand in yours.

After an hour, and lots of pictures, everyone else headed home and you and Clint were left with you baby girl, fast asleep in the hospital cot.

“Our very own baby Hawkeye.” you smiled, leaning on Clint’s chest as his hand rested on the side of the cot, his eyes only leaving his daughter to look at you.

“I never thought I could be this scared and happy at the same time.”

“Ditto.”

“We can do this, right?” Clint asked you.

“She’s here now, we don’t have much of a choice.”

Clint chuckled and looked back at his daughter. “True. God, I can’t believe she’s here.”

“I know,” you smiled.

Clint kissed the top of your head, holding you closer before looking at you. “I love you.”

You looked up to him and nodded. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaning his head against yours.

“I know this is nearly 2 years, too late, but…do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow?”

You chuckled, smiling. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll meet you here, 6 o’clock, Benny’s included? I’ll be the one sitting beside you.”

Laying your arm over his stomach and leaning in closer, still smiling, you replied; “I can’t wait.”

Smiling, you could hear the thrill come from Clint’s heart inside his chest before he placed another kiss on your head and you both kept your eyes on your daughter.

Your baby Hawkeye, Evelyn Natasha Barton.

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"Thanks for having us on your farm, Clint. I know you must have more than enough mouths to feed already." Y/N and Ikaris had been invited to Clint's farm for three weeks and it gave Y/N time to spend with his older brother, Pietro, who has begun something with the archer.

Clint smiles as he looks at him. "No problem, kid. I'm glad to have more people around here. Means I won't have to kill your annoying brother." Clint said as he stacked some hay bales.

"Remind me again why you fell for Pietro when all you do is argue and tease each other?"

"Because he's got a really nice butt. And he looks so good when he cum—"

"—Okay, that's enough information." Y/N frowns as Clint chuckles. "Looks like Ikaris is getting into the spirit here on the farm." He pointed to the Eternal dressed in black boots and a cowboy hat with blue jeans.

"Wow... He's... He's..."

"Ride 'em cowboy, my brother." Pietro said as he suddenly appeared, giggling as he looked at Ikaris.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #ikaris x male reader #ikaris #richard madden #Richard Madden x male reader #mcu eternals #clint barton #hawkeye #quicksilver #aaron taylor johnson #jeremy renner #hawksilver #Clint x Pietro #Clint Barton x Pietro Maximoff #Hawkeye x Quicksilver #farm boy

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rxmqnova · 8 months

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Reunion

Y/N: 12 years old Story: Y/N reunites with her mother after being away from her for 8 years… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I was taken to the Red room by the Black Widow herself when I was 4. Dreykov doesn't know that, but his mind controling doesn't really work on me. I've learned to just stay quiet and follow his orders, cause the whole brainwashing thing was pretty painful.

I miss my mom so much though. I still remember the sadness in her eyes when she couldn't do anything to save me. She didn't have powers back then, neither did uncle Pietro. They were just 19, mom had me pretty early. But Dreykov must have known something, cause he used to have this weird talks about some powers before I actually got mine.

But now I'm 12 with the same powers like my mom has. I was just chilling in my 'room' when the Black Widow with some weird bunch of guys took down the Red room. She's tried talking to me, but I'm still mad at her. I can't forgive her just because she's dating my mom. I will never understand how mom can date a woman who took her own daughter away from her.

"Y/N, wait, listen to me" She tries again. I was about to walk away, ready to spend the rest of my life alone in the forest when her hand stopped me from walking. I sigh, turning around to face her.

"Why? You dragged me in here, took my childhood, then you ran and now I should listen to you?" I say with a raised eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest.

"The kid has a point" Yelena speaks up, receiving a glare from Natasha.

Yelena's cool, I didn't know she's Natasha's sister, but she's nothing like her. We're pretty close actually, she was my team leader and my best friend.

"Thank you!" I sigh.

"Y/N, I'm sorry" Natasha kneels in front of me, taking my hands in hers. "I really am. I'll take you to your mom. Let me make it up to you" She's practically begging me with her eyes, but I only roll my eyes in response.

"I can't just go back to her after everything I've done, Natasha. She can't know her daughter is a monster" I tell her, anger in my voice. Never ever in my life I wanted to do any of the things Dreykov made me to do. All the innocent people I've had to kill…

"You're not a monster, Y/N. You were being controlled, nothing you did is your fault. And there isn't a day your mom wouldn't think about you. I promised her I'd get you back. Please come back with me" Natasha begs again, giving my knuckles a rub with her thumbs. "I promise I'll try my best to make everything up to you" Okay… How many people can tell they made the Black Widow begging? I guess not many, so at least I have something to tease her about later.

"Fine" I sigh, giving up. I miss my mom anyways, so hopefully she won't be mad or disappointed in me. "But I'm sitting next to Yelena" I walk over to Yelena who's already waiting in front of the Avengers jet Natasha and her band used to get here.

We walk in and I immediately take a seat next to Yelena as I said. I cuddle up to her, resting my head against her arm, and the jet finally takes off. Natasha's eyes are practically glued to me, looking at me with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Her friend's piloting, I think his name's Clint or something. There's also this Captain America guy sitting next to Natasha.

I think I fell asleep for a while, cause we're now landing. The first thing I see when I get out of the jet is the biggest building I've ever seen. "Holy shit, you live here?" I ask, looking at the three Avengers shocked.

"Language, kid" Is the first response I hear, and of course, it's from the America guy.

"This is your new home, Y/N. Come on, I bet your mom's nervously walking around the kitchen now" Natasha smiles, walking to the big building.

I walk right behind her, Yelena beside me and the two men behind us. Yelena looks shocked as I do. I'm glad I'm not the only one with this impression printed on their face.

We walk into the kitchen and then I freeze. It's really happening. Mom's looking at me, tears in her eyes and I can't move a single muscle, just staring at her.

"Mama" I whisper, tears forming in my eyes. I've wanted this for 8 years and it's finally happening. My mom is walking to me, tears running down her cheeks.

"Y/N/N" Mama whispers, hugging me tightly before lifting me up, so now I'm wrapped around her like koala. I'm pretty light weight and small, so it's not a big problem. "I'm so sorry" She cries out, kissing my cheek. "I missed you so much, baby"

"I missed you too, mama" I cry out this time. There really wouldn't be a day without thinking about her.

"Okay, okay. Can I now meet my almost sister-in-law?" Yelena says impatiently, now standing in front of us with her hand stretched for a handshake.

"Yelena, they haven't seen each other for 8 years. Let them have their moment" Natasha looks at Yelena with a glare. I'm not gonna lie, Natasha sometimes looks really intimidating.

"Sorry, sorry" Yelena puts her hands up in defense, making me chuckle.

I wipe my tears and mom stands me back on the ground, keeping me close as I'm hugging her side.

"Wanda" Mom stretches her hand to shake Yelena's.

"I know, Natasha won't shut up about you. I'm Yelena" Yelena says, shaking mama's hand.

"I've also heard about you" Mom smiles at Yelena, rubbing my arm with her hand.

"Natasha spoke to you about me?" Yelena asks excitedly, sparks in her eyes.

"She did" Mom answers with a smile, now playing with my hair. "You all must be hungry. How about Nat and I show you two your new rooms and then we meet up for dinner?" Mama asks looking at Yelena and then at me.

"Yes, please" I agree with a smile. I'm starving, last time I ate was just a piece of bread for yesterday's dinner.

Natasha deals with Yelena while mom shows me my new room. They're right next to each other which is great, cause I really like spending time with Yelena, even though she can be really annoying sometimes.

"Do you like it?" Mom asks me as soon as we step inside and I take a look around.

"Like it? It's the coolest room I've ever seen!" I tell her excitedly. Mom smiles, cupping my cheeks with her hands before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm so happy I have you back. I'll never let anyone to take you away from me again. I promise"

"Mama?… Can I ask you something?" I ask with a sigh. I just can't understand how can she be with Natasha after everything. I just need to ask.

"Always" She smiles.

"How can you date HER?" I ask after taking a deep breath. She sits on the bed, pulling me onto her lap.

"You know, honey… I was really, really mad at her. And… I did some things that weren't really nice. Your uncle and I got powers. We were trying to find you for years and we also wanted revenge" She explains. "I almost killed her, but then… then I read her mind and saw everything she's been through. All those things they made her to do… one of them was to kidnap you" She keeps explaining, rubbing my knee with her thumb. "She's been feeling very guilty about it. She promised to bring you back to me… And while we were trying to find where the Red Room was, we got closer and it just happened… I know it's not easy, Y/N/N… but I'd be really glad if you tried to give her a chance"

"… I can try, but I think it'll take a while" I tell her with a sigh. Mom seems to like her a lot and I don't want to ruin her happiness even though I'm not a fan of Natasha.

"Thank you" She smiles.

"Do you love her?" I ask.

"I-I do" She answers in shock. I guess she wasn't expecting this kind of question from me.

"Okay" I give her a quick smile. "But not more than me" I look at her seriously.

"You, my little monkey, are the person I love the most on the entire world" Mama smiles widely, rubbing the tip of her nose against mine which makes me smile back.

"I love you too, mama"

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Part 2

Series masterlist

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #black widow #scarlet witch #scarlet widow #wandanat #natasha romanoff #yelena belova

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midethefangirl · 9 months

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it’s been long since I made a pro Tony Stark post but seeing someone try to blame the events of Civil War going south on him had me heated. look, I will admit that some of Tony’s actions in the movie where not okay at all like wanting to kill Bucky for killing his mother while under HYDRA’s influence but maybe Steve stans and a lot of pro team cap folks should realize that Steve’s actions also played a huge role in the movie as well.

for one, maybe Steve should have realized that 119 countries banding together to make a document, you feel is threatening your rights, is a serious matter. 119 countries is almost two-thirds of the countries in the UN and the world, if a great part of the world thinks you are doing more harm than good, maybe as a superhero, you should try to reason with them.

two, Steve chose to do nothing when he thought his rights were threatened by the accords. I do think there were some human rights violations in the accords that should not have been avoided, however, Steve chose to do nothing. anyone who has done a bit of activism know how ineffective that strategy is.

three, Steve’s actions were proving to the UN even more reasons why they felt the accords were necessary. interfering with law enforcement when they were out for Bucky who was potentially dangerous was a bad idea. sure, Bucky was his best friend and I don’t blame Steve for wanting to save him. however, let us remember that Bucky had killed people while he was the Winter Soldier and the Romanian government didn’t have the perspective we have and they had every reason to see him as a huge threat.

four, infantilizing Wanda by calling her a kid because Tony decided to put her on house arrest. and yes, I agree that Tony not telling Wanda was a very bad idea but let us not forget that the Avengers were still under public scrutiny after a disaster of a mission in Lagos and the accords. Wanda could have been attacked by outsiders who could have gone the Zemo route because a family member was in Lagos and that would have caused her to try to defend herself which could get twisted by the media and turn more of the public against her and the avengers as a whole. mind you, the Avengers were facing enough mistrust from the public.

also, Steve, calling a huge comfortable compound with a swimming pool an internment is a bit tonedeaf to those whose ancestors have been to actual interments. as someone who had an Asian American on his team, I’d expect he know better.

five, accords or not, maybe the Russian government has the right to know about a man controlling dangerously brainwashed men within their country. sure, it latter turned out to be a false alarm but considering the fact that this was a security threat which many countries would take seriously, Steve for some reason never considered the fact that the Russian government should be alerted to something like that. if this didn’t scream arrogance, I don’t know what else did.

six, resisting arrest and trashing public property while on international borders in the bid of resisting arrest would piss off the very people who are already pissed at you and your American passport would not bail you out of that one. even international passports come with a warning about their holders committing a crime in other countries. the fact that Steve acknowledged that his team could get arrested for that made it even worse.

this one is actually addressed to the whole of team cap, not just Steve, but seven, you cannot commit a crime on international soil with full knowledge that it is a crime and then blame somebody else for why you ended up in jail. sure, the rift and Thaddeus Ross are sketchy in nature but Scott and Clint blaming Tony for why they ended up there was funny to me because they made the informed decision to commit a crime.

eight, which is a major part being that it was the climax of Civil War, hmmm, maybe keeping the secret of the death of the parents of your rich teammate whose money was funding the search of their killer from him is a very bad idea. idk, man, I would be angry too if it were me. sure, wanting to kill Bucky was wrong but if we didn’t fault the Mayonnaise twins, T’Challa, Peter Parker and later Shuri for going after their parents’ (perceived, in T’Challa’s case) killers, maybe we could give Tony too some grace because brainwashed or not, I would have gone after Bucky too.

nine, the apology letter was the shittiest letter ever and I don’t blame Tony for not wanting to speak to Steve during the events of Infinity War. like how can you even write that type of letter to someone you offended and expect the relationship to still be intact?

there was one part I almost forgot but that quote that emboldened Steve is also dumb the more I look at it. oh yeah, plant yourself in front of the 119 countries you didn’t even bother to address at all and tell them “no, you move” is the ultimate height of hubris. when you are already on thin ice with the public? and Steve thought this was a good idea? yikes 😬

#pro tony stark #tony stark defense squad #steve rogers critical #i’m still bitter about civil war #the more i look at it the more i hate it #and yeah i agree that the accords had their own problems too so i am not fully on board with them #but this post is less about the accords and more about steve’s response #the part that had me angry the most is the “plant yourself like a tree as say you move” quote #like my brother in christ #you didn’t even bother to address these countries in the first place #y’all didn’t even bother to have a word with the public and this is the route you want to take?!#now that im thinking about it #this is arrogance at its height #what was steve thinking when he decided to roll along with this quote?#if civil war was trying to get me to support team cap they failed woefully at that #one part was from having steve acting like this.#the fact that even chris evans was not on steve’s side should say something

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Brave New World: Part 11

“Grumpy old men.” Natasha leaned toward the camera, her green eyes narrowed in question through the video call that had been missed twice now. “How’s being mated for the second time? Is it everything you hoped for?”

Through the screen, both Steve and Bucky could make out the slightly blurred lines of colourful ink and the shaky sketch of a sun peeking through clouds. The picture itself was kept behind a frame made of dark wood that was hung on the wall, the colourful image was partially shielded by Natasha’s body and head yet they could still make out the rough lines. It was a gift from one of Clint’s kids and had largely represented what they had all wanted: mates, pups and the blissfulness of life at home.

Steve and Bucky had no other chance for pups, they had been told no by countless different doctors and with enough vehemence to make the alphas completely give up on their dreams of kids. They were destined to spend their lives feeling like something was missing from their lives and despite the happiness, they had with each other, there was always a want for more.

With Bucky and Steve’s desires temporarily resolved, they had kept to the constant fights that raged the world, until they found you. Now they had the ability to experience everything they ever desired, to have what they had always craved.

“Better than we thought it could be.” It was a peacefulness that rolled off Bucky’s tongue, a kind of easement that had drawn admiration from their close friend. “Her heat was intense.”

“I know.” Natasha leaned back against her desk chair and crossed her arms over her chest, her red hair pulled out of her face in a simple plait, the messy nature of the bride indicating how relaxed she was.

“Strange, Bruce and I have been working over the samples we took from her when she arrived. She is, as far as we can tell, completely pumped full of super-soldier serum. We talked about it before, and we mentioned that her heat would be intense and it was all designed for omegas to carry healthy pregnancies without issues.” Her eyebrows had furrowed and there was distance reflected in her eyes, a far-off look that led to an intense moment of thought.

Steve and Bucky were watching her through the screen, taking the time given to them while she slept and regained her strength from the debilitating heat. It left you exhausted and drained, even as enhanced as it was, you were tired from the sheer amount of sex you’d had with Steve and Bucky. They had done everything they could too and with you, the three of you joined by heart, mind, body and soul.

“We’ve run simulations and we think the first heat with you could result in pregnancy. It’s…extremely likely that she’ll come out of this first heat expecting. Even if she isn’t pregnant, you should start making a nest sooner rather than later. She will become agitated unless she has a space of her own, separate from your room. She will likely have an anxiety attack when she finds outs she’s pregnant, it’s been drilled into her mind from her previous reality that she was nothing but an incubator.” Natasha addressed them with unreserved honesty, a message that would hit them with both urgency and caution.

Steve and Bucky hadn’t denied or argued with her warning, they had already known that there would be some fallout and reactionary anxiousness. Both Steve and Bucky knew that the damage is done to you by the reality you escaped were not ridden from you, it was still there within your mind. Whether you knew it or not, whether you wanted to acknowledge needing help, you needed someone to talk to.

“She needs therapy.” Bucky verbalized what they were both thinking, the truth able to fall from his tongue without a struggle, it was fuelled by the instinctual need to protect and shield his mate. “She’s been through hell. Physically she’s safe but emotionally and psychologically…”

“I agree, she needs therapy. I know a psychotherapist who can help, she can telecommunicate or you could arrange to have her come to you.” Natasha drew herself away from the screen and stood, signalling the end of the video call. “Get started on a nest, make her feel comfortable. It’s more likely than not-“

“We’ll let you know when we know.” Steve astutely answered before Natasha could finish, attempting to keep himself as levelheaded as possible despite the bubbling excitement that started to boil under his skin.

“I’m happy for you too. Hurt her and I’ll come deal with you personally.” The call ended with three beeps, the black screen reflecting their own image while the two sat still and rigid.

Steve and Bucky remained still as they processed the information they had been given. It hadn’t felt like anything new to them. They knew the super-soldier serum that you’d been given had made your heat more intense, they had been through one, and they knew that what you had been given was meant to result in a pregnancy as soon as possible. They knew that and yet it felt as if this was the first time they were hearing this, it was as if this was the first time they’d been allowed to fully comprehend what was said to them.

They wanted pups so damn badly, it’s what they’d been dreaming of and hoping for. Their deepest and most intense desire for an omega and children was on the cusp of becoming fulfilled, they were finally able to have the kind of white picket fence they’d only dreamed of.

“Y/N,” they called your name, ascending the stairs with something for you to eat and some tea to help you recover from your heat, “can we come in?”

Given all that you had been through and what you survived, something as small and minute as asking permission to come into your space was pivotal. You weren’t given the kind of rights you deserved, your entire life had been controlled for the betterment of people who didn’t deserve you. It was integral that both Steve and Bucky gave you the choice an the freedom to be able to shut them out if you wanted.

“I’m in here.” You answered quietly, following your first statement with a soft ‘yes’, granting them permission to step into the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror is where they found you. Clothes scattered around the room were an unassuming mark of chaos from your need to build and rebuild your first-ever nest. Since you’d gone through your first heat and had been marked, mated in full, you had been dealing with the shift in your emotional, mental and physiological being.

Your previous reality stripped omegas of their ability to be marked and mated, to be loved and cared for like they should have been. You had never truly learned or been made aware of the changes that would come upon you after being given their marks, even being taught by them wasn’t enough.

Steve entered behind Bucky, setting the plain wooden tray of food and tea down on the top of the dresser arranging it in a way that it wouldn’t fall off and then he joined Bucky. The two of them had sat close behind you, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, both your alphas presenting themselves with comfort and warmth.

“We should talk,” Bucky had broken the silence between you, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm, fingers trailing the soft edge of your elbow. “Y/N, sweetheart can we talk-“

You had gripped Steve’s shirt tightly in your hand, your fingers wrapped in the soft cotton as if it was a security blanket. You hadn’t answered Bucky at the moment, rather you had lifted Steve’s shirt to your nose and inhaled his scent, a gentle shiver rushing through you. Only when you were ready had you turned back to look at them, guarding yourself and your abdomen instinctively.

“You have to promise me…” You twisted his shirt in your hands, easing yourself to the point where you could communicate what you had on your mind, regardless of the self-preservation you wished to root yourself in. “I know I’ll end up pregnant sooner than later.”

“Y/N-“ Bucky cupped your arm, his thumb brushing your skin back and forth as you swallowed your words and fidgeted where you sat.

“I know you both want children, I’m not…it’s almost impossible for me not to end up pregnant from this first heat and…” They could see you biting down on the inside of your cheek, they could see the wheels in your head turning, every thought and experience you’d had in your previous reality coming back to haunt you.

“It’s why we were injected with the super-soldier serum, we were the fix for a broken world. We were the solution even against our will, and I know that you’re not-“ you averted your gaze, digging your nails into your bare legs through Steve’s shirt. They could detect every pulse of fear that was being pushed through your scent, they could detect every strike of anxiety and antic, every hit of survivor’s instinct that told you to do whatever it took.

“If you’re not ready…we can take care of it.” Steve moved closer to you, resting his hand on your knee and using the other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Take care of it?” Your eyebrows had become furrowed and your lips pursed in thought. You reached for both of them, hands grasping onto their forearms, stabilizing yourself while your mind ran wild in different directions. Your screwed your eyes closed and took a deep, slow breath to calm yourself down, fixating yourself on Steve and Bucky as your alphas.

“I know what you mean, I know what you’re talking about.” You leaned forward, further toward them both, and exhaled slowly. “I never thought I would have this chance, to have a choice and to be in a safe enough place that I would want…this.”

“Despite what we want, it’s your choice.” Bucky tipped your chin, catching and holding your wavering gaze. “Regardless of what Steve and I want, it’s ultimately your choice. We want your happiness, we want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“I want this, I want pups. I always have but I wanted them on my own terms.” You grabbed Bucky’s hands first, resting it upon your stomach, weaving your fingers in with his. “I wanted the right to choose, I wanted the freedom to decide for myself. When I gave myself to you, both of you, I knew that this was my choice to make. The serum it’s…it can only control me so much, but this is all I’ve ever wanted. I just wanted to choose for myself.”

“You have the choice, you have the freedom to decide.” Steve whispered to you, he welcomed you to lean into him and settle yourself into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him, hiding your face in his neck while breathing in his comforting scent and revelling in the safety he gave you.

“I want this, with both of you. I want this because I can choose to.” You mumbled against his neck, curling in on him with your legs drawn to your chest. “You have to promise me something.”

“Anything, doll.” Bucky encroached on you and Steve, the two of them creating this barrier that figuratively protected you from the world. “Whatever you need.”

“Promise me that you won’t let anything happen to us.” You craned your neck and looked at Steve through your lashes, vulnerable with him and Bucky in a way you’d never been with anyone else.

“No one,” Bucky drew his hand to you, cupping your jaw in his soft yet strong hand, “will hurt you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I promise.”

“We both do.”

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indigosabyss · 14 days

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More "Kamala Joins Avengers" Snippets

"Okay, kid, we're going to test you a little." Tony explained to Kamala, guiding her into the gym.

She was nearly vibrating with joy as she jumped over the premises, looking around with stars in her eyes, "Oh, another one? Are you gonna teleport me into outer space, too?"

"Uh, no." Natasha replied delicately, before awkward silence could stretch on for too long, "You're fighting him." She pointed past Kamala.

The girl turned on her heel, to see Steve standing there, putting away his punching bag. There was stark silence.

"Fury didn't tell us much about what you can do, so this seems like the best place to gauge your abilities." Natasha explained.

Kamala let out a shrill squeal, "Wait, really? Like, are you sure?"

"Don't worry." He waved encouragingly, "You'll be fine."

The area cleared quickly. Everyone was waiting for disaster. Clint and Scott seemed gleefully hopeful for it, too. Kamala pulled her elbows close to her, hands curled into fists. She seemed reasonably confident.

"Three. Two. One." The countdown went.

Steve walked forward, telegraphing his punch and leaving his stance just open enough for their newest recruits to go for.

It happened too fast to process. Steve took one last step forward, and then he was encased in a purple crystal bubble.

His fist went forward, landing on the surface with a thunk.

"Goddamn." Tony whistled, "You couldn't mention that beforehand? I thought this was a supersoldier situation."

"How strong is it?" Natasha asked, already analyzing.

"I dunno. It stopped a truck once." Kamala shrugged, before calling to Steve, "Try hitting it!"

He shrugged, and slammed his fist into it with full power. The crystal held solid.

[Technically, they would find out what Kamala's powers are with a simple google search. But this idea has been hamster wheeling through my brain for the last ten months and it needed to be said.]

#kamala khan #ms marvel #the avengers #mcu #tony stark #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #iron man #black widow #captain america #fanfiction #ibis ficlets

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togrowoldinv · 7 months

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The Sweetest Treat

Kate Bishop x Female Reader

Kate invites the Barton’s to New York for Halloween and you spend the night watching her shine with happiness

Note: Woohoo flufftober! Here’s another soft one!

Flufftober Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Kate said that her Avenger friend, Hawkeye, was going to bring his kids to New York for Halloween, you weren’t sure what to expect.

She had only just started dating you when she met Clint and all of her life began to change. It wasn’t easy on her to lose her mother to prison, but her relationship with Clint and his wife helped her feel better.

You just know that you’re grateful to them and can’t wait to meet them today. Kate has her apartment decorated for the holiday and is practically bouncing off the walls excited for them to arrive.

“Do you think we bought enough candy?” Kate asks as she waits by the door.

“I think we have enough for all of New York,” you joke. She nods seriously. “Kate, baby, don’t worry. There’s plenty for Clint’s kids and plenty for trick or treaters.”

“You’re right,” Kate says. “I just want to make sure they’re happy. I had a great time meeting them at Christmas, but what if things aren’t as good this time?”

“It’s going to be amazing, Kate Bishop. You’re amazing and there’s nothing that’s gonna change that,” you encourage her.

She smiles and hugs you. Your head falls perfectly against her chest as you soak up the warm affection.

“I love you. Did you know that?” Kate asks.

“Mhm, I sure did. I love you too,” you say.

You stay in each others arms until you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Kate opens the door.

The youngest kid practically barges in before he’s held back by his mother.

“Hi everyone,” Kate says, her smile beaming. “Come on in.”

“Thank you, Kate,” Laura says. You recognize her from photos that Kate brought home after Christmas. She hugs Kate and looks to you. “And you must be, y/n.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Laura says. Her attention is stolen by her young son running around the apartment already. “Excuse me.”

“Hey Kate,” Clint greets her now. He looks at her almost softly. You know she values his place in her life.

“Hawkeye,” she greets him with a laugh that he shares.

“Lila’s been excited to see you again,” Clint says quietly so only you and Kate and can hear him. “She thinks you’re cool. Her words, not mine.”

Kate’s eyes shine at his words. You can already see the impact this family has on her.

Lila and Cooper had made themselves comfortable on the couch. Kate leads you over to the teenagers.

“Hey guys,” Kate says. “This is my girlfriend, y/n. Y/n, this is Cooper and Lila.”

“Hey, nice to meet you both!” You say. “Kate told me all about the card games y’all played at Christmas. If we ever play, just know you’re all going down.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lila says. You like her already.

“What have you been up to?” Kate asks Lila.

They catch up on life and you love watching them interact. Kate seems lighter already. A few hours pass and it’s time for the kids to get ready to go trick or treating.

Nate is dressed up and so is Cooper. He doesn’t seem like he wanted to but his little brother wanted to wear matching costumes.

“Do I have to go?” Lila asks her parents. She’s not wearing a costume, but they still want her to go walk around with them.

“She can stay with us,” Kate jumps in. “We’re going to pass out candy.”

“Please Mom, can I?” Lila pleads.

“Alright,” Laura agrees. “Be good.”

“I’m always good,” Lila says.

“I know,” her mom says. “All three of you be good.”

You all nod and see the rest of the Barton’s out of the apartment. Kate turns on a fun Halloween playlist and you give out candy as the trick or treaters come. You love watching her interact with the kids. She always compliments their costumes.

The night is winding down and Kate is giving out candy to the last few kids in the building. You sit on the couch and sip on a warm apple cider.

“Can I ask you something?” Lila suddenly turns to you and asks.

“Sure,” you say, sitting upright a bit more. Her tone seems serious.

“How did you know you were in love with Kate?” Lila asks. She looks away like she’s scared of the answer.

“Oh, well it was a really interesting sensation. I just kind of looked at her one day and I thought yeah I love this girl,” you say. “It wasn’t some epiphany as much as it was just something that felt right.”

Lila nods and her eyes tell you she wants to say more.

“Why do you ask?” You press.

“No reason,” she shrugs. “I just- I might be at that point with someone and I was just curious.”

“Ah, I see,” you say. The girl smiles nervously. “Follow your heart, Lila. And you just might find that it leads you to the place you’ve always belonged.”

“Thank you, y/n,” Lila says. She hugs you.

“Of course,” you reply, hugging her back.

“Aw man,” you hear Kate’s voice. “I’m going to replaced by you now.”

“No one could ever replace you Kate,” Lila says. Kate sits next to her on the couch and wraps her arm around her shoulder. “Y/n is cool though.”

“Isn’t she?” Kate asks. “I got the best treat of all.”

“You’re an absolute cheeseball,” you tease her.

Kate smiles softly. You end up turning on a movie and relaxing until the rest of the Barton’s get back to the apartment. You enjoy hearing about Nate’s night.

Kate lays down with you that night so content that it makes you emotional. You kiss her softly and fall into a deep sleep.

She’s the sweetest treat indeed.

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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You always come and get me (Part 2)

Created: 22.07.2022

Finished: 05.08.2022

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 3

Word count: 3,083

Warnings: Guns, Blood, Death, Violence, Illness, Knives

Request: No

AU: Mafia

Part 1

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*One week later*

Natasha sighed as she looked at the thermometer in her hand.

"What is it saying, Nat?" Clint, her best friend, asked concerned

"She has a fever." Natasha explained, turning her attention back to you "Don't worry, angel. Mama will take care of you and you'll be better in no time." She smiled before kissing your forehead

The soft contact of her lips with your forehead only made her frown deeper feeling how much you were burning up.

"Mama... Head hurts." You cried while you slightly shivered

"I know, baby. Mama has already given you something to make it better." Natasha stroked your head "Why don't you try and take a nap for Mama? I promise that when you'll wake up, you'll feel a lot better."

Your tiny body only had enough energy left to nod then you closed your eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Natasha looked at you with tears in her eyes.

She hates so much to see you in pain and not be able to take it all away in an instant. All she wants is for you to be healthy, happy, and safe.

"Mama will be here to take care of you, baby. I promise I won't leave your side." The woman whispered as she put a wet cloth on your forehead that Clint handed to her

She looked around to room and saw 3 of her most trusted men and close friends waiting for orders from her. Clint, Steve, and Bucky decided to stay up the entire night if needed to help your mama take care of you.

—

Clint approached Natasha and put his hand on her shoulder "Don't worry, Nat. She'll get better really quickly. Kids get sick all the time. Trust me. I have three." He smiled slightly and squeezed her shoulder as a way to reassure the concerned mother that everything would be okay

Natasha only nodded and looked back at you "I think she was so scared after everything that happened last week that she got sick. My poor little baby..."

"We won't let that happen again." Steve declared

"I hope so." She sighed "Thank you, Steve."

Steve nodded and took his place back next to Bucky, guarding the door.

—

About 15 minutes of silence later, a knock on the door was heard all across the room.

"Who's there?" Bucky asked in a deep and scary voice

"Stark..." Tony shouted with a bored voice from the other side of the door, the fact that he rolled his eyes at the same time as he answered was very evident even without seeing his face

Natasha nodded at Bucky and the man opened the door, allowing Tony to enter.

"What is so important that couldn't wait till my daughter was feeling better, Stark?" Natasha looked at Tony but remained seated on your bed next to you

Tony held up some files "I need you to sign some papers for me, Romanoff. No need to be like this."

Natasha took the files from Tony and started reading them before signing "And what am I like, Stark?" She asked absentmindedly while signing the papers

"Just so worried about your kid." Tony chuckled "We have important businesses and yet you let everything aside for a child. You have to focus on your work more. Why is she so important to you anyway?! You can always just go around and have more kids."

Natasha closed the file in her hand with a loud and scary bang, making Tony take a step backward as he realized that he accidentally just summoned the Devil itself.

"What did you just say, Stark?" Natasha spitted out as she got angrier and angrier with each passing second

"That you can always go around, have fun, and make another kid if this one dies." Tony was starting to lose confidence with every word he said "It's not like right now you know who's your baby's daddy. Really? Which one of them is?" He pointed in between Bucky and Steve "The guy with a metal arm or the guy that seems to never age but it's older than all of us?"

Natasha gestured for Clint to take her place as she put the files from her lap to her side and got up.

Clint happily complained and took your mother's place.

"Steve? James?" Natasha pointed her head towards Tony

In a blink of an eye, both Bucky and Steve were holding Tony in place, each by one arm.

"One, it's none of your business who is the father of my daughter. She doesn't need one." Natasha took out a knife from her back pocket and pointed it at Tony "And two, do you really want to know why this child is so important to me?"

Tony nodded scared, eyes fixed on the knife that was closely pointed to his neck.

Natasha looked him in the eyes "Then let me tell you a little story that happened a long time ago."

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January 6, 1993

Natasha had just turned 8 years old a month ago and her life was as normal and happy as it could be.

Little Natasha was happy. She had two loving parents who provided her with everything she could need or wanted. She had a few friends and nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen.

—

"Mama, where are we going?" Little Natasha asked her mother as she got inside their car

"We're going on a little trip, my love." Her mother smiled at her but the panic in her voice was evident "Papa had some problems at work and we need to move with him to another place for a short time but we'll come back."

Natasha nodded as she got comfortable in the backseat.

"Ivan, hurry up. I think I can see them." Her mother looked outside the window of the car with fear written all over her face

Ivan, her father, was quick in driving away and leading them as far as he could from their home.

He was a well-known doctor and scientist and before he married Natasha's mom, he worked for one of the most dangerous gangs there was. But he escaped, formed a family, and lived a normal life.

But now the people he worked for found him and wanted him dead.

—

"My dear Natalia, don't worry. We are just going to have a family vacation. There is nothing to worry about." Ivan reassured his daughter

But before Natasha had time to answer her dad, Ivan was forced to hit the brakes, and the only thing she remembers it's her being dragged out of the car while her mother screamed at someone to let her daughter go.

Natasha was thrown in the snow, in a small and dark alley.

Her mom was fast in helping Natasha up and hugging her tight "You're okay, my baby. We'll get out of this."

Natasha looked around them only to see armed men surrounding her and her parents.

"Ivan Romanova, our boss says 'hello'." One of the men stepped forward

He was a tall man, muscular and the big scar that went all across his face made little Natasha hide her face in her mom's chest.

"If your boss was so brave as he thinks he is, he would have been here. But instead, he's hiding like a coward and sent his monkeys to do the job." Ivan almost shouted, but deep inside, he was scared for his wife's and daughter's lives

"Don't worry, doctor. He'll be here in a few minutes. The snow it's responsible for his late arrival but he will be here." The same man as before explained

On cue, a long black car pulled up next to them on the road.

One of the men rushed and opened the door for another older man.

—

Natasha will never be able to ever forget his face. That face was going to haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life.

"General Dreykov." The scary man with the scar announced as he bowed in front of the other man

Dreykov was at that time not exactly an old man but he did look to be in his early 50s, his short dark brown hair was hard to be seen under all the grey hairs that were showing, the white snow and the darkness of the night. He was a short man indeed and little Natasha thought that even her mother was taller than that man that had a robust body construction.

Ah! And the glasses. Let's not forget the glasses.

The glasses had a black frame that matched the clothes he was wearing.

—

Natasha shivered, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of the look Dreykov gave her when he laid eyes on her.

"Doctor Romanova." Dreykov laughed "It's great to see you again. I see you had built a beautiful family in the time we were apart."

Dreykov looked at Natasha from head to toe with a smirk on his face then proceeded to do the same with her mom.

Natasha was pushed by her mother behind her so she wouldn't be in sight.

"It's okay, my little Natty." Her mom whispered as she stroked Natasha's long red hair with one hand "It will be okay."

"My wife and daughter have nothing to do with the problems that we have. Let them go!" Ivan firmly told Dreykov

"Oh, dear Ivan. For the smartest scientist there is, you're quite dumb." Dreykov laughed before his face turned emotionless "You really thought you could run away from me, start a new life, and have a family without any consequences? I'm going to make you pay through them."

"No!" Ivan shouted "They are innocent. My daughter, it's still very little and my wife had no idea I worked for you. I wasn't proud of my past as your main scientist who did all of the work for your sick experiments. You're crazy! And you're obsessed with girls. The little ones especially. This is an illness and you should go get help!"

Dreykov was not looking offended at all by Ivan's words. It was exactly the opposite. He found it funny.

"I came here to offer you a deal, Ivan. Come work for me again and your family lives." Dreykov proposed

"Never! You're a monster!" Ivan yelled

"Kill the girl." Dreykov pointed to Natasha

It all happened too fast for any of them to understand what was happening.

Natasha only remembers her mom's scream and a gunshot. Next thing she knows, her mother is lying on the ground with blood surrounding her and a hole in her chest.

Little Natasha dropped to her knees and took her mom's hand in hers.

"Mama..." Natasha cried with tears streaming down her face

"It's okay." The woman smiled weakly "My beloved Natalia. Always remember that Mama loves you so much. Keep being the same smart, brave, kind, and beautiful girl I know. Keep being yourself."

These were the last words Natasha ever heard from her mom before the life in the woman's eyes faded away and her eyes closed. Her chest settled and if there wouldn't have been blood all around her, anyone who would have seen the young mother lying there would have thought she was just sleeping.

Ivan let out a full pain scream and launched himself at Dreykov with his fists clenched in hopes of killing the man who took his wife away from him, only for him to be the one who was killed.

That was the end for Ivan.

He collapsed next to his wife with a bullet hole in his head.

—

Poor Natasha just looked at her parents' bodies lying in the snow, that was slowly turning red, and cried.

She was an orphan and alone in the world now.

"Don't worry, little one. You'll follow them very soon." The scary man with the scar explained as he took a knife out of his pocket and kept getting closer to her

Natasha doesn't remember for sure what happened after she heard his words.

The only thing she knows is that the world turned black for her.

~~~~~

"My mother was only 27 years old when they killed her." Natasha looked with tears in her eyes at Tony "After that they stabbed me and left me on that alley to die."

Natasha lifted her shirt only to reveal an ugly scar on her lower abdomen.

"Dreykov left that night thinking he had killed all of us but what he didn't know was that Nick rescued me. He took me to a hospital where I spent a whole month there recovering. He saved my life and then offered me a home and the opportunity to be what I am today." Natasha explained "Thanks to him and Clint, who had been my protector while I grew up. He is like my brother."

The room was silent. Only your little whimpers were heard from time to time but other than that, only silence.

"And you know why Y/N is so important to me, you ignorant piece of shit?" Natasha looked down at the scar on her abdomen as she gently traced it with her thumb then moved to touch the stretch marks that she so proudly wore "Because when I woke up from the surgery, the doctors told Nick I will never be able to conceive a baby thanks to how deep the stab wound was. It had permanently damaged my reproductive organs. I was officially declared infertile and unable to conceive and carry a child that could have been mine."

Tony opened his mouth to say something but Natasha beat him to it.

"Don't you fucking dare say a word till I'm done talking." She threatened and if looks could kill, Tony would have been long dead

Tony nodded and gulped.

"And, yes. I did have fun the night I conceived my daughter because I wanted to forget about the fact that I could never become a mother even if it was just for a short time. I started the night with my favorite drink: vodka. Then 2 bottles of vodka, one of whiskey, and one of wine later, I dragged to bed the first man who tried to help me get safely to my room and slept with him. I think your pigeon brain can understand now why we hadn't used protection." Natasha sighed relifed "And thank God, we didn't. Otherwise, my little miracle wouldn't have arrived in my life."

Natasha smiled as she mentioned you then put her poker face back on.

"I had to get a complete sterilization after her birth because the pregnancy with her had been extremely risky due to my health problems and it wasn't safe to keep those things inside of me anymore. I just care that my little angel is here in my arms right now. There's no other child for me than her." The woman put the knife back in her pocket "And if you wonder what happened to Dreykov, just know I sought revenge. I killed him and the rest of his gang. It didn't made the pain easier but it was something I had to do for my mama in the first place and then for my papa too."

Natasha turned around, picked the files up, and handed them to Tony "All signed up." She added with a smirk "Now get the fuck out of here before I make James and Steve make you regret you were born."

Tony nodded rapidly, any word he could say died on his tongue before coming out.

"Mama..." You mumbled in your sleep

That was it for Natasha. As if nothing happened she returned next to your side and started comforting you "Mama is here baby. Mama's here."

You slightly opened your eyes and forced a small smile for your mom.

Of course, she returned it.

"Papa..." You called out in Bucky's and Steve's direction

To Tony's surprise, none of the men answered to you but he knew Natasha wouldn't have allowed them to do it in his presence.

So he left with the weight of Natasha's story on his shoulders and one unanswered question.

Your papa quickly knelt next to your bed and stroked your hair once he made sure that Tony was far enough.

"Papa's here." He reassured you with a soft smile

Natasha kissed the top of your head and breathed in your smell. She thought that if heaven had a scent it would be yours.

There weren't enough words in the world to express how much she loves you and what you mean to her. You are her precious little angel.

And after years of thinking and asking herself why the woman who gave her life took that bullet for her, Natasha can finally understand her own mother.

The love a person can have for their baby it's infinite and if she would ever be in her mother's place, Natasha would jump without a second thought in front of you to protect you from that bullet or any other thing. She wanted the best for you even if that best meant her death just like what happened in her case.

But for now, she was thankful that she could avoid bad things from happening. She'll make sure you'll never have to witness what she had to see as a child and you'll never have to go through the same physical and emotional pain as her.

It's true. Pain does make you stronger but Natasha sometimes wishes that she didn't have to go through as much pain as she did. The only thing keeping her human is you.

"My beloved Y/N." Natasha whispered with a smile as she looked at you sleeping "Always remember that mama loves you so much."

—

In the morning, thanks to Natasha's care and affection you were feeling a lot more better, and in the next 2 days you were feeling as energic as before.

Although your mom didn't allow you to get out of bed for the entire week even though you were no longer sick, she had bought you tons of new toys and she played with you, spending some good quality time together.

No matter what happened in her dark past, Natasha knew that her future was bright as long as you were in it because you were her future.

She lived for you and you only.

You are a gift sent from above for Natasha.

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

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Part Four ~ The Present

Presley

I should have made rules for myself.

Don’t stay in one place too long Don’t create connections Don’t fall for your boss.

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks. Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life. A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna. He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully. The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents. But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids. Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments. Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle. We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything. When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.”

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek. Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together. I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready. She has become a godsend. She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left. Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing. Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one. “You look beautiful Presley.”

I took the champagne glass and took a sip. “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on. The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door. A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment. “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman. “Let me introduce you.” He walked the couple into the room. “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.” I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face. “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.

I just wanted the evening to end.

Curtis

I fucked up.

I know I did.

Why? Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be. Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face. I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me. As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom. I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?”

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”

“I’m just your nanny, sir. That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry. We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.

“I can’t do this right now.” Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok. You have guests, you should pay attention to them.” She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home? Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before. When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out. At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea. I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office. As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth. “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?”

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.

“Andy, that’s wonderful news. You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure. We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.

“Ah, fuck you man. I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned. Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on. Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?”

Clint looked stunned. “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there. I would want to vet any woman just in case...”

I put my hand up to stop him. “There isn’t a need for that Clint. You already have.”

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. I do now. I took a sip of my drink and waited.

Clint threw back his drink. “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly.

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her. What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?”

“Enough,” I barked. I turned to Andy. “You read her file? The one Jensen pulled?”

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you?

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself. She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me. She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”

“See, boss, that’s a sign.”

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you. And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family. If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.”

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”

Clint nodded. “Are you sure, boss?”

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”

“She’s not Anna, sir.”

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms. Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed. I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead. I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap. My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.

“It’s ok Evie. Joshua was just teasing. You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”

“But Joshie said...”

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters. Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.

“Are you proud of me Presley?”

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?” My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in. “I love you Evie.”

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door. I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away. “Curtis...”

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.”

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?”

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.” I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms as I carried her to my bedroom.

“Curtis...”

“Shut up Kitten. You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face. This is why I wanted to go slow. This is why I haven’t opened up to you. Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!”

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back. “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.” I ran a hand over my hair and down my face. “Presley...”

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...”

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.” I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?” She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know? About us?”

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you. I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers. Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her. The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.

“Tell me, Kitten. Tell me why you are scared. Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear. “Presley, I’ll protect you. I don’t care about your past. I care about who you are now. My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me. She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.

She owns me.

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation. “Please Kitten,” I plead.

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.

She's a drug and I’m addicted.

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me. I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.

My Kitten.

Presley

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man. He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him. I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress. His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye. “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten. I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

I’m falling for this man.

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair. It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars.

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me.

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time. He’s surprised but quickly melts into it. Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body. I swallow when I see his tattoos. They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man.

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time. He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation. The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.

Curtis

I’m a dead man.

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears. I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin. “Presley...”

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.” Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.

I would do anything for her. I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.

I would burn the world down if she asked.

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness. Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.” And now I’m feral. Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off. I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs. Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it. I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile. I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent. She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants. I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her. She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out. I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene. I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly. I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”

She gives me a tired smile. “Hi,” she replies shyly.

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head. “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”

“Fuck me, Curtis.”

Presley

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man. I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to. Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth. I need more.

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted.

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene. I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it. “What’s so funny Kitten?”

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name. He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out. Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.

“Think you’re being cute, baby?” I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.” He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”

Oh.

My.

God.

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance. He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...”

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.” He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?”

“I... I trust you.” And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big. The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me. He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised. He is slow but powerful. Every stroke into me is hard and deep. I can feel him deep in my belly. I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot. I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body. “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”

“Y-yes, please.”

“Good girl. Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!” I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing. He kisses my lips and then my forehead. “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty. He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep. All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms. “Sleep Kitten.”

And I’m out.

Curtis

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me. The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?”

“Morning Daddy. Why is Presley in your bed? Was she not feeling well? I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed. I calm myself before I answer her. “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley. She’s my best friend.”

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake. “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?”

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.

“Don’t panic, Kitten. We’re ok.”

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?” She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore. This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children. “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok. Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.” I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace. I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting. “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears. “My name is not Presley Adams.”

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?"

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family. My real name is Amelia Giovanni. My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.” She blinked as more tears fell.

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni. He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared. His daughter, his princess.

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself. But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.”

Oh, fuck.

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DC crossover anon: OKAY OKAY SO CONSIDER… Kate and Dick Grayson. The PARALLELS. Dick knows what it’s like to just be a normal guy on a team full of powered people, to feel like you need to earn your seat at the table. Dick fought for respect as Robin, as Nightwing… Kate did it as Hawkeye. She went toe to toe with Steve for this right. Dick struck out in a new town like Kate did in taking off for the west coast. They understand the hero worship, only to be struck with how human your mentor really is. And listen, if Kate had a nickel for every time she wound up running with a former circus performer who pretends to be a himbo but is actually really fuckin smart…? Well, she’d only have two nickels, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

A/N: I am so sorry this has been languishing in my drafts for months and even though i have more thoughts i want to post it because hi i am IN LOVE with them ilu dc nonny

Oh my godddd ohhhhhmy goddddddddddd

I am seeing them getting ready for (superhero) work and realizing they picked up the wrong batons which is so DUMB and so CUTE or maybe they even got as far as superheroing and Kate is like HUH well THAT wasn't supposed to happen as she's standing over some twitching goon and calling Dick like "Hey babe I think we need to label the batons better just a thought" and Dick who is FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE because Kate doesn't have tasers is like YA THINK???? (I am so sorry for yelling babe I wasn't mad at you I was mad at the situation and also the literal clown I was fighting)

Do they meet at a rich person gala and Kate is trying to figure out if Bruce is Tony Stark rich dude or Justin Hammer rich dude and realizes what better way to infiltrate this sus billionaire than by getting tight with his kids? They both absolutely know how to ballroom dance. Do they meet because Kate decides to take some aerial classes??? DUO ACRO ROUTINE MY BELOVED?!?!?! (OH my goddddddd Dick teaching circus classes? Kate and Clint taking circus classes and he critiques Dick the whole time but they bond over how the Joker is a bad clown. Not like evil, but like, bad at being a clown. The fucking audacity of him.)

Universe mash up where the Avengers et al and the Justice League et al come together for some reason and Nightwing and Hawkeye are impressed with one another in a professional way and then Bruce(Wayne) and Steve(Rogers) decide to set them up by sending them on fake missions together only because Kate is Kate it keeps backfiring and the fake missions all become real missions. It's OK though because they all come together to defeat an interdimensional villain and then there's a frantic makeout session

Kate and Dick would be able to pull off one of my favorite tropes "we've been dating for 3 1/2 years but everyone thinks we just team up to fight crime." Everyone thinks the teamups are because their teamup name is NightHawk. Obvi. Whatever version of them getting together, a total of three people know. One of them is Damian who Does Not Care Thank You Very Much (he does. He cares SO MUCH. when is the wedding he wants to know he had BETTER be a GROOMSMAN, RICHARD. He's already training Lucky to be the ringbearer. But he super mega doesn't care he thinks they're idiots.)

UGH SECRET IDENTITY SHENANIGANS (assuming a crossover where Kate can maintain a secret identity for more than 30 seconds) does the general public think that Dick is dating Hawkeye? That Kate is dating Nightwing? DO THE BUTTS MATCH????

How long before she gives up and starts calling him Dick? She absolutely can't at first, stop LAUGHING, Tommy, and at first the Batfam thinks she's kind of posh and weird like Damian because she's calling him "Richard" does he even actually want to be called Dick she doesn't know!

How into it is Dick when they go to some super shitty bar in Bludhaven and she kicks his ass at pool? He is so super into it its not even funny, honestly any time Kate kicks his ass he is VERY into it.

Kate is out here a small business owner where she is LITERALLY a detective and then at night saving the world? Dick why does that weirdly sound like Bruce? Dick? Do you call Kate daddy Dick WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY ITS A SERIOUS QUESTION

Also I was looking at this on my phone and my eye caught the phrase "struck out" and I am obSESSed with Dick striking out with Kate (trying to date her to get intel on her dad?) while Jason actually gets her to agree to dinner and obviously Jason will never let Dick forget this ever. After dinner--during dinner?--something happens and that's when they realize that Hawkeye (who has been flirting with Nightwing and they're sort of crime fighting dating) just went on a date with Red Hood (they shoot at each other once a week) and that Kate TURNED DOWN the guy she has actually sort of BEEN DATING FOR TWO MONTHS???

Tim texts the entire Batfam about this. Babs steals Kate's phone and texts her entire team. It's terribly embarrassing for Dick and Kate but really brings their teams together.

DICK ADVISING KATE ON GETTING A SIDEKICK?!?!? Damian trying to convince kid!Loki to be Kate's sidekick? DAMIAN AND KATE TEAMUP WHEN DICK IS SICK!?!?! And just. The amount the Batfam would adore Kate. Because she's Kate, because of how happy Dick is when he's with her, because she shares interests with like all of them, Kate and Damian SWORDFIGHTING

I can't decide if Dick's acrobatic training is the only reason he can beat Kate in a fight, or if it's the only reason Kate can beat Dick in a fight (I think they're pretty evenly matched.) On the one hand, Dick's use of acrobatics in his fighting style is pretty unusual and even trained fighters are going to be unprepared for some of his moves. On the other hand, I can see Clint either showing Kate some tricksy moves from his circus days, or Kate just picking it up by observing him. Idk it would be very funny because the acrobatics thing is unique, it gives Dick's moves an edge and he's honestly not used to losing fights and then Kate just. Fucking clotheslines him.

Now that I think about it,

Okay. okay. For Kate, fighting Dick is a lot like fighting Clint. They're built similar and have the acrobatics background. Kate is used to fighting people like Dick. Dick is less used to fighting people like Kate. You remember that picture of an eagle sitting next to a housecat, where it was captioned "I eat things like you, but not your size/I eat things your size but not like you"? That's them.

They also do yoga together after a long night of fighting crime. Also Kate is so protective of Dick it's kind of funny, Dick is ABSOLUTELY capable of taking care of himself but he is SO OKAY with Kate taking care of him, of her being a little feral about him in public, he wants the title of Boytoy. Tim says that Dick is Kate's poor little meow meow and look. points were made. Dick is just SO GOOPY about her in private but if you so much as look at Hawkeye in that tone of voice Nightwing will wreck your shit.

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