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Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Summary: You're part of the Strike team and join Captain America as he tries to live his new life in the 21st century. [Reader is NOT Hydra]

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Rumlow being a dick. Mentions of death. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Happy New Year! This the first chapter in a new series I'm starting! I'm not sure how long it's gonna be yet, but I know it's gonna be longer than Broken. These series is about an alternate universe where the reader exists and lives through the events that happen in the MCU. A lot of the details will be changed to insert the reader, a lot of the lines said by other characters will be changed to be the reader's and I've also made up a lot of things and scenes and added them, trying my best not to change the official timeline and the main events. I hope you enjoy this and all chapters to come!

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“You heard the boss, newbie, text Romanoff and tell her to pick up Rogers.” Rumlow taps his knuckles twice on the table for emphasis before getting up and exiting the conference room.

You make sure he doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes at the now old nickname before writing ‘New mission, need you at the jet in one hour. Asshole wants you to pick up the old man in spandex’ on your phone and sending the message to Natasha, then you get up and make your way out of the room.

“Armory.” you say as you enter the elevator.

“Confirmed.” the elevator voice says as the doors start closing.

You suit up for the mission just assigned by Pierce and go to the jet to start doing the checkups you know the rest of the idiots on the STRIKE team won’t even think about doing.

After making sure everything’s ready and in order, you can do nothing more than wait for everybody else.

Natasha and Steve get there exactly an hour after your text.

“Right on time.” you point out.

“It wasn’t a coincidence, YLN.” Natasha smirks, making you laugh.

“Cap.” you greet him with a smile that he returns. “Y/N.”

The rest of the team meets you a few minutes after. “Ready for take off.” Rumlow says to the pilot and the jet takes off.

Once you get close to the target Rumlow starts briefing Steve and Nat. “The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, 93 minutes ago.”

“Any demands?” Steve asks.

“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answers.

“Why so steep?” Steve questions frowning.

“Because it’s Shield’s.” you answer promptly, ignoring the scowl on Rumlow’s face that disappears almost immediately.

“So it’s not off-course,” Steve says, understanding flashing in his eyes as he glares at Natasha “it’s trespassing.”

“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Natasha offers.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.”-Steve seems really annoyed now.

“Relax, it’s not that complicated.” Natasha simply says.

“How many pirates?” Steve’s attention is back on the screen.

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc.” Rumlow pulls up the photo of Batroc on the monitor and looks at you expectantly, making you roll your eyes.

Of course you’re the only one who actually looked through the files.

“Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He’s at the top of Interpol's Red Notice. Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. The guy’s got a rep for maximum casualties.” you fill everybody in, although it was obvious most of the guys aren't listening. At least the Captain is.

“Hostages?” Steve questions you, but Rumlow cuts in.

“Mostly techs. One officer, Jasper Sitwell.” he shows his picture. You’ve seen Sitwell around headquarters, he seems pretty close with the STRIKE team. Not that you hang out much with them outside of mission, or at all for that matter. “They’re in the gallery.”

“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship?” Steve asks more to himself, and he has a point. “Alright, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Y/N, you’ll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pots, get ‘em out. Let’s move.”

Yep, he’s definitely in Captain mode.

“Ay ay, Captain.” you salute with a smirk that mirrors Natasha’s while Steve gives you a fake annoyed look.

“STRIKE, you heard the Cap. Gear up.” Rumlow says but you’ve already started getting ready and stopped listening to him.

“Secure channel seven.” Steve says into his wrist communicator.

“Seven secure.” Natasha replies. “Did you do anything fun Saturday night?”

“Well, all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so… No, not really.” Steve answers, making both you and Natasha laugh while the pilot lets you know that the drop zone is coming up.

“You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she’d probably say yes.” you point out, exchanging a knowing glance with Natasha.

“That’s why I don’t ask.” he fires back

“Too shy or too scared?” Natasha pushes.

“Too busy!” He yells over the wind as the door opens and then he jumps.

You and Natasha both roll your eyes and look at each other smiling, not needing to talk to understand the other.

You barely register Rumlow and Rollins commenting on Steve jumping without a parachute before grabbing one for yourself and jumping alongside Nat.

You and Natasha have known each other for a while now, all the way back since she was first brought in by Clint.

You trained with both of them, went on countless missions together (yes, including Budapest) and you would’ve been right by their side in New York if you hadn't been on an important undercover mission and had strict orders directly from Fury not to blow your cover.

After that you got assigned to the STRIKE team by Alexander Pierce, though you still have no idea why. But orders are orders so you’ve been working with the idiots ever since.

But you and Natasha are thankfully still pretty close and your down time is spent mostly with her, sometimes also visiting Clint and his family at his farm.

Nat’s still annoyed at Clint about naming his only daughter after you, middle name but still, and not her. But to be fair, you have known Clint longer, a fact that always amuses both you and Clint to bring up.

You’ve just landed when you hear Rumlow saying “you seemed pretty helpless without me” to Steve.

“What about the nurse who lives across the hall from you?” Natasha says.

“Yeah, she seems nice.” you add.

“Secure the engines, then find me a date.” Steve says in his captain voice.

“We’re multitasking.” Nat tells him before turning to you. “you take port, I’ll take starboard and we’ll meet at the rendezvous point”

“Copy.” you say and make your way to the engine room on the right side of the ship. You start taking down guys and can hear Rumlow saying they’re ready in position.

Just as you finish with the last guy you hear Steve calling your name. “What’s your status?”

“Port engine room secure.” you answer.

“Good, make your way to help Rumlow with the hostages.”

“Roger that.” you can almost hear him groan in annoyance as you smile while following his orders.

“Natasha, what’s your status?” you can hear her grunt while she fights through the comms. “Status, Natasha?”

“Hang on!” She says as she keeps fighting. “Starboard engine room secure.”

You hear Steve countdown from three and then the team moving in on the targets, you get to the rendezvous point just in time to see Rumlow rounding the corner with the hostages on his tail.

“Hostages en route to extradition.” he says in his comms as you look around for Natasha.

“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Cap. Hostiles are still in play.” you let Steve know while helping take care of the hostages.

“Natasha, Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to Y/N and protect the hostages.” he receives no answer and at this point you get a little worried. “Natasha!”

You want to go looking for her but you know better than to leave your post, and you’re also very aware that Natasha can take care of herself.

So you keep protecting the hostages while listening intently to the comms where you can hear Steve fight, then you hear a voice you assume it’s Batroc’s talking French and are even more surprised to hear Steve answer back in French. Impressive.

You can hear him fighting again and then you finally hear Natasha’s voice but don’t pay too much attention to the conversation, bringing your entire focus on the hostages now that you know she’s okay.

You’re helping people into the life-pods when you hear an explosion go off somewhere on the boat. You don’t even realize you’re holding your breath until you hear Natasha’s voice again and let it go, feeling even more relieved after hearing Steve too.

The ride back is very uncomfortable as you help Natasha with the minor injuries from the explosion, Steve refusing help and insisting that he’s fine, and in the mood he’s in you’re certainly not about to argue.

As soon as the jet lands he stomps away angrily and you share a concerned look with Natasha, worried about what he’s gonna do next.

You help Nat to the medbay and leave her there when she assures you she’s okay and to not make a fuss over her.

So you make your way to the usual conference room for debriefing but when you get there Rumlow very smugly assures you that you’re not needed at this meeting.

You’re used to being left out of meetings with the STRIKE team and Pierce by now, since you’ve been forced to join you’ve been left out of more meetings that you’ve attended, but it still bothers you sometimes.

Still, at least you don’t have to spend too much time with those neanderthals. Not your circus, not your monkeys.

So you just make your way to the Armory to put away your gear and then the locker room to change and go home for what you think is gonna be the rest of the day.

A few hours later you find yourself in the hospital where the STRIKE team has been called in the middle of the night because, guess what? Someone tried to kill Director Fury. Or, as it turns out, succeeded.

You’re behind Steve, Natasha and Hill alongside Rumlow and Sitwell, watching Fury flatlining and the doctors calling it.

You want to go with Nat to see Fury, be there for her knowing she cared about him as much as you do, but obviously Rumlow has to be a dick and order you to stay put. And, whether you like it or not, he’s your boss.

He rudely interrupts Nat and Steve’s conversation telling him they need him back at headquarters and you can already tell something’s suddenly off.

As much as Rumlow can be an asshole, he’s never been openly rude towards Steve.

You can hear Sitwell in your earpiece telling the team to bring Rogers in for questioning as he and Rumlow get closer.

“STRIKE, move it out.” he orders but you don't start moving until Steve’s by your side, giving him what you hope is a reassuring smile.

When you get to the Triskelion Steve is taken to Pierce’s office and you get ordered to go to Forensics and check into the evidence found on the roof, then go to Operations Control and wait for there for further instructions, so you do.

When you get to the control room you see Sitwell concentrated on a particular screen so you get close trying not to get noticed and see Steve fighting STRIKE and SHIELD agents in the elevator.

You barely have time to understand what’s happening before he’s throwing himself off the elevator and lands on his shield near the entrance of the building. Thankfully Sitwell’s “Are you kidding me?” covered your quiet “holy shit.”

You’re in the room when Sitwell gives the orders to track down Rogers to all the Agents and when he’s done, you discreetly follow him and the rest of the STRIKE team out the room.

For a bunch of guys who work for a top secret organization they sure suck at knowing when they’re being followed.

No one talks until they get to a deserted corridor. “Pierce is going to kill us. Rogers has the flash drive and can use it to find Zola. You fucked up big time letting him go.” Sitwell sounds pissed.

“Take it easy, four eyes.” Rumlow sounds just as angry “You’re not the one that got punched by a supersoldier.”

They keep talking about the flash drive and Steve and Pierce and Zola. That name sounds familiar but you can’t remember for the life of you where you heard it from.

Then it hits you.

Zola was a former Hydra scientist from World War II, turned ally when the war ended. Thank god the Howling Commandos were hot so you actually paid attention during that particular history class.

You're about to turn away so you won’t risk getting caught eavesdropping when you hear your name being mentioned.

“Someone should keep an eye on her.” Sitwell says, making you worried of becoming the next Shield target, but Rumlow proceeds to ease your worries.

“That’s a waste of manpower. The whole reason she’s even on our team was so we could keep a closer eye on Rogers, but she just spends all her time with Romanoff.”

So that’s why Pierce assigned you to the STRIKE team.

Yeah, you’re closer to Steve than most people but it’s not like you’re best friends, you sometimes hang out outside of work but most of your interactions are mission related.

You decide you've heard enough to kind of put together what’s going on, but there’s not much you can do to help Steve yet, not knowing where he is. So you stick to following the STRIKE team, praying that your absence in the control room goes unnoticed.

STRIKE gets a hit on Steve’s location and you follow them in your car to a mall but think better than to follow them in, waiting patiently outside.

After a few minutes you see Steve and Natasha in their not so well thought out undercover outfits and, once again, the Captain surprises you by hot-wiring a car.

You follow them, more discreetly this time, knowing Natasha and Steve would be better at realizing they’re being followed.

You get to an old army camp in Wheaton, New Jersey and are about to follow them in and make yourself known to them, but before you can get out of your car you hear the plan the STRIKE team has through your comms.

The idiots never even thought about using a different channel. Of course Rumlow would underestimate you this much.

So you decide to drive deeper into the trees surrounding the camp to make sure you’re not visible and wait, knowing Steve and Natasha will need a fast getaway.

You can do nothing more than watch as a missile hits the bunker and the helicopters start coming. You want to go and help them, make sure they're okay, but you will yourself to stay put and not give away your position.

When you can faintly see Steve’s figure, almost running with what looks like Nat in his arms, you finally turn the car on and drive coming to a stop right in front of him and startling him to a stop on his tracks.

“Get in.” you urge him, and he seems wary of you, rightly so. “Come on, Cap, they can’t know I’m here!”

He seems to decide to risk trusting you and delicately sets an unconscious Nat down in the back seat before getting in the passenger’s seat.

As soon as his door is closed you drive away as fast as you can, heading back to Washington and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you.

“How do I know I can trust you?” he finally says after a minute of silence, his eyes never leaving you. “You’re part of them, after all.”

“I can see where you’re coming from, but trust me I’m not one of them.” You glance at him and you can tell that he’s not convinced yet, so you go on. “I didn’t even know who ‘them’ were before today. Apparently the reason Pierce assigned me to the STRIKE team was in hopes to get closer to you. He overestimated how close we actually are. If Natasha was awake right now she would tell you how much I hate working with those assholes… You can trust me.”

You take a look at the rearview mirror and see Natasha, but her relaxed face does nothing to ease your worries.

Steve seems to pick up on your concerns as his features soften and, ever the hopelessly optimistic, he chooses to believe you.

“Okay,” he says, “what do we do now?”

“We have to get you somewhere safe” you check your mirrors as much as you can, making sure you’re not being followed “I don’t know any safehouses outside of Shield's radar. We need a place we can go that they know nothing about.”

“I have an idea.” he says, you glance at him and see him already looking at you, so you nod.

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jasminee-tea · 2 years

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The Reynolds Pamphlet

Warnings: Cheating/Affair, Cussing, Yelling (read at your own risk) ❗️⚠️

Alexander Hamilton x Child!reader (platonic)

Angst

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Y/n had been walking down the street, when you heard in the distance; ”Alexander Hamilton publishes, The Reynolds Pamphlet as he confesses the affair he’s had! Buy one today and learn about the sins he’s committed!”

They froze in place. No. This can’t be real, can it? You thought in fear and confusion. They began walking over to the man holding the pamphlet. ”Excuse me sir? How much is it to buy one?” They asked quietly.

“About $10.75 for one, and with todays deal, you’ll also get a free one. You buy’in?” “Yes, I’ll take it.” Y/n pulled $11.00 out of their pocket. ”Keep the change, also no need to give me the free one. Just hand one over, sir.” They suddenly grabbed the pamphlet out of the mans hand, as they started walking down the road to their home.

“Ok, let’s see..” Y/n opened the paper and read the first paragraph. It read; I, Alexander Hamilton, had a torrid affair with Miss Maria Reynolds for about 2 months. I have not committed treason and soiled my good name.

They started walking faster as tears pricked their eyes. How could he do this to us?! They thought furiously, as they clench their fists. Once Y/n got home, she saw her older brother, Phillip, standing at the door, pacing.

He looked up at them, then the paper in their hand. ”You read it.” The tears in your eyes finally fell as you collapsed to the floor. You were embarrassed to be related to him. ”W-why? Why would he do this, that asshole of a dad?!”

Phillip hugged your hunched figure as you sobbed into his shoulder. ”I know… Mom’s at Grandpas house right now. We’re gonna stay there for a while.” You nodded as he wiped your tears. You cleaned yourself up and packed your things into a suitcase, while Phillip had been upstairs. Shortly after, your da- Alexander, got home. He entered the door and smiled at you. His smile disappeared as he saw your expression. ”What’s wrong dear?”

“You know whats wrong, you prick.” His eyes went wide as he realized what you had meant. ”O-oh, that! Thats n-nothing my dear, its all a lie!” He spouted. ”I’m done with your lies! I’m done with your b.s.! My ENTIRE life, you’ve done the bare minimum for mom, and for our family!..” You paused as he looked like he was about to pass out.

Phillip came down the stairs to find you yelling at your father. ”You’ve only ever cared about the freaking money, and stupid Jefferson!” Y/n had started to cry again, as Phillip ran over to them.

Alexander stood there, pale faced. I should’ve kept quiet. He thought with regret. ”You..will never be satisfied, will you?” Your brother rubbed your back as he glared at Alexander.

They stood up again, picked up their suitcase, and exited the house. Phillip followed behind his sibling. The green coated male began to sob too as he knew Eliza would never want to see him again.

“They’re right…. I will never be satisfied..”

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writing-for-marvel · 1 year

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Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (2)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s big late night interview promoting his new movie, but when the interviewer asks a question which causes Bucky to storm off the set, you’re there to comfort him.

Warnings: idiots in love, hurt comfort, interviewer brings up questions which crosses Bucky’s boundaries, shy/insecure reader, soft fluff

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: this is dedicated to the beautiful and kind @blackwidownat2814 because I love you so much and I know you wanted more of these two! You said you haven’t been feeling the best lately so I hope this cheers you up, even just a little 💜 photo credit @deardjo, banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“You’re on in five, Mr Barnes!” A voice calls to Bucky who’s getting ready in his dressing room.

Tonight’s a big night for him, appearing on Late Tonight with Alexander Pierce, his first late night talk show interview to promote his newest movie, and though the occasion is a significant one, Bucky looks as laid back as if it's just another day.

Bucky’s manager, Maria, is on what Bucky calls one of her rampages, listing off a million and one last minute reminders about what to endorse in the interview and the specific phrasing the producer wants him to use when introducing the movie.

You know it by heart as you were the one practising with him in the car on the way to the studio. You knew Bucky was better at memorising lines than he had let on, he is a professional actor after all, but it made your stomach tingle with butterflies to think he was purposely messing up the lines to get you to laugh and playfully reprimand him.

As Maria continues her one sided conversation, Bucky looks over her shoulder at you and makes a silly face, poking out his tongue, making you chuckle. He’s such an idiot sometimes, but he never fails to make you smile, even during a time where he should arguably be tense and not paying any mind to relaxing your nerves.

“As always I’ve given them a list of topics which are off limits but if he asks you anything you don’t want to answer...” Maria continues, you’re unsure if she’s immune to Bucky’s goofiness and is ignoring him, or if she’s too preoccupied to even notice.

“I know the drill Maria. Don’t you trust me?”

Maria gives Bucky a look, and even though she has her back to you, you know her well enough to sense the stern glare she’s throwing at him. Though, she’s never been intimidating enough to scare Bucky who’s still cheekily grinning like a ten year old thinking they’ve gotten away with a prank.

“You’re a mischief maker, so no I don't, not when it comes to live interviews.” Her phone starts ringing, saving Bucky from the rest of her spiel. “And fix your goddamn tie before you go on, you look like a troublesome schoolboy!” She calls back into the dressing room as she excuses herself to take the call.

“C’mere.” You step closer to Bucky and pull him the rest of the way towards you by tugging on the end of his tie. When he’s this close the scent of his deep, smokey cologne seems to overpower all your other senses and makes it hard to focus. “I swear I’ve shown you how to do this a thousand times.”

“Maybe I just like when you pull me close and do it for me.” Your cheeks heat like the sun and you shyly break eye contact to look at the floor, a feeling that’s all too familiar when you’re around Bucky, but is still a reaction you haven’t mastered in concealing from him. You suspect he does it on purpose.

You’re saved from having to form a sentence in your flustered state by someone shouting “Barnes, two minutes!” from the hall.

“That’s my cue. See you in a bit.” You can sense the smile in his voice, even when you’re bashfully staring at the ground.

You turn and watch him stride out of the room, your arms finding their way around your middle, hugging yourself as if Bucky’s departure results in you losing a part of yourself you’re desperately trying to hold onto.

Before he can disappear into the corridor, Bucky looks back at you, an instinctive smile tugging at the corners of his mouth when he finds you already looking at him. He shoots you a wink before making his way towards the stage.

You turn the television in the dressing room on to watch the interview, but you can hear the clapping and cheering of the audience resounding through the entire studio as Bucky’s introduced.

He aces the first part of the interview, introducing the film word for word from the script provided by the movie producers, and describing the action packed teaser scene shown for the first time on the show. You breathe a sigh of relief as they cut to the advertisements, knowing everything so far has gone to plan and Bucky only has to get through a couple more minutes before he’ll rejoin you in his dressing room.

When the show comes back from the ad break, Bucky and Alex are laughing about something he must have said before the cameras were rolling. He looks happy, relaxed, that infectious smile of his plastered from ear to ear.

“So, we all want to know, have you got anyone special in your life? Is the devilishly handsome, notorious ladies man Bucky Barnes single?” Alexander asks eagerly and the crowd buzzes in anticipation waiting for his response.

Your stomach churns with a new wave of nerves - you know for a fact that this is on the list of no go topics, yet the host has no qualms in asking it.

Bucky doesn’t let the concern for the hosts' blatant disregard of his boundaries translate to his features, but you know him well enough to tell that the forced smile, small chuckle he lets slip out and slight change in his posture means he’s extremely uncomfortable with the probing question.

“I like to keep my personal life private. I already share so much of my life with my fans, but there are certain things I want to keep just for myself.” Bucky answers firmly, maintaining the strict boundary whilst also remaining polite.

There’s a moment of respite from your nerves, believing Bucky’s answer to be sufficient to shut down whatever Pierce is attempting to gain from the unsolicited question, but his next words bring the anxiety back with full vigour.

“I think that’s code for: yes, he’s in a relationship.” Pierce addresses the crowd, who starts ‘awwing’ in response. “Want to let us know who the lucky lady is?”

“No, that’s not what I-” Bucky tries to insist, but Pierce rudely interrupts to ask the next question. You can see Bucky’s jaw clench, even through the small screen you're currently watching from. Though he’s simply a room away, it feels like an entire galaxy in distance when he’s in front of cameras and you’re unable to do anything to subside his annoyance which is quickly turning into rage.

“The other burning question our fans had for you was the origin of your prosthetic arm - you’ve never explained how you lost your limb and of course we’re all intrigued by the mystery. I think now is the perfect opportunity to set the record straight.” Pierce looks at Bucky expectantly as if he had simply asked what day of the week it was.

If there is one hard no Bucky would never answer publically it was the story surrounding how he lost his arm.

You can see the anger bubbling in his chest, but most of all the pain, the grievous misery he’s trying so hard to disguise in his eyes. He desperately doesn’t want to break down in front of the entire world.

“That’s not a question I’m willing to answer.” Bucky replies in a faint, cracking voice. Standing up, to the gasps and murmurs of the audience, Bucky takes off his microphone pack, leaving it on the host's desk, and walks off the stage without another word.

You hear Pierce claim “I guess that’s just Bucky Barnes living up to his roguish ways” with a laugh before shutting off the tv, scrambling to gather your things and go find where Bucky headed off to when the door swings open.

Bucky stands tall and broad in the doorway, but you’ve never seen him look so small.

As he closes the door behind him you hear a sniffle and your instincts immediately kick in - he’s barely turned around to face you again before you’ve pulled him into a bone crunching hug. Your heart breaks sharply in your chest as you hear the wrenching sob he finally lets out.

Tears sting behind your eyes as you feel Bucky’s chest heave with his weeping, but you do your best to pull yourself together. You have to be the strong one here, Bucky’s the one in unimaginable pain.

The door bursts open but Bucky doesn’t let go of you to look at who it is. Maria stands there with a combination of fury and concern mixed in her eyes, as well as sympathy as she observes Bucky’s large frame crying into your shoulder. She silently raises her eyebrows as if to ask if you think he’ll be okay.

“I’ll take care of him, you go berate them for what they did.” You suggest, and even though it’s unlike Maria to do anything without disagreeing and recommending her own approach first, she nods and backs out of the dressing room.

You stand there, softly rubbing Bucky’s back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, as he cries into your shoulder. Your heart, which Bucky already owns completely, shatters alongside his.

“How could he?” Bucky asks with an invigorated sob. You wish you could alleviate all his pain, even by taking it on yourself, just so he wouldn’t have to bear the burden. You squeeze him tighter in attempts to convey the sentiment.

However, you’re unsure how to answer his question because you yourself don’t understand how someone could be so cold-hearted to shamelessly mortify Bucky with the most traumatic event of his life in front of the entire world, especially after specifically prohibiting the topic.

“I dunno Buck, but he’ll never get the opportunity again, you hear me? You’ll never have to be in the same room as that shithead ever again.” You hope your words bring Bucky some comfort, but as this wound is so raw, the ache so fresh, you’re not sure there are any combination of words that can stop his pain.

You stay with him as long as he needs you to, slowly rubbing circles over his back, until eventually his sobs subside and his breathing slows to normal.

“C’mon, let me drive you home.”

“Home sounds good.” Bucky comments, but by the way he’s nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and how he’s holding you tight against him, it doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush to get there.

After a few extra moments where you cherish simply holding each other without Bucky’s movements as he wept, you pull back, taking an additional second to admire just how blue his eyes are, even if they are tinted slightly red from crying, and how they look at you with a fondness that makes your knees weak, you whisper “let’s get outta here”.

The drive to Bucky’s house isn’t too long, especially this late at night. You attempt to prevent Bucky from reading any headlines about the situation, but with the exception of tossing his phone out the window of the moving car, there’s not much you can do.

“I swear it’s all everyone sees, what Maria loves to push for publicity - the supposed playboy with a mysterious past because he won’t talk about how he lost his fucking arm, I hate it.” His voice is full of exasperation and it makes you want to pull him back into another hug.

“It’s not what everyone sees, Buck.”

“Really, who doesn’t?” Me, you want to declare, but you question the implications of saying it aloud and the word dies in the back of your throat. You’re his assistant, just his assistant, and it’s inappropriate and unprofessional for you to infer otherwise.

“The people who genuinely care about you and know the real you - your Ma, Becks.” Is what you say instead. Your eyes are focussed on the dimly lit road ahead of you so you miss the downcast look Bucky throws your way, as if he was hoping you’d have answered his question differently.

“Yeah, I guess.” Is all he mumbles before sitting in quiet contemplation for the rest of the short drive to his house.

The silence gives your mind time to regret what you didn’t say, and wish for that time back again. Will there ever be a perfect time to tell him how you feel? How he makes your cheeks ache with how much he gets you to smile in his presence; how your eyes are always searching for him in a crowded room, and that your stomach somersaults when out of everyone, you’re the person he makes eye contact with before smiling; how no matter what time, day or night, you’d drop everything and anything if he needed you.

As if sensing your mental suffering, Bucky places his hand atop yours on the gear stick, still not saying a word, but the action itself calms the storm of anxiety building in your chest.

You pull up in his driveway and turn off the car, unsure if you should get out and help him inside, or if he just wants his space. You give him time to make up his mind, but your doubt is answered almost as soon as the rumbling of the engine ceases.

“Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t wanna be alone right now.” You’re sure you’ll never be able to say no to Bucky Barnes, but when his eyes look as fragile as a bubble floating in the wind, ready to pop at any given second, all you want is to pull him close and keep him safe forever.

Behind that fragility is uncertainty, unsure if you’ll agree to stay or not, and even though you weren’t sure it was possible, your heart cracks a little more after the events of the night knowing that he doubts whether you’d do absolutely anything for him.

“Whatever you need, Buck.”

“I just want you.”

“You have me. You’ll always have me.” And you mean that, with your entire being.

You get out of the car and snake your arm around his back, he does the same to you. You walk arm in arm through his front door, treasuring the warmth of his closeness and forcing the romantic implications to the back of your mind.

Those can be discussed tomorrow. Right now, he just needs you.

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Timeless.

Chapter IV.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier and as the Winter Soldier in general, flashbacks and dreams in italics like this, lots of feels, reader's being a little anxious, some stalking lol, a brief sex scene (p in v), very bad written smut, implied domestic violence (not from Bucky), murder mentioned, past lives, past 40'sreader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

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You were fired, that wasn’t a surprise.

Mia Alexander didn’t sue you for every penny you had, that was shocking.

But getting a call from Pepper Potts herself, that was the real main event of your whole life.

She asked you to go and pay her a visit at her office in the Avengers tower, like if that didn’t send you in a spiral of bliss and terror, what will you wear? What could a woman like her want to talk with someone like you? Even if Sergeant Barnes –Bucky, you reminded yourself- told her what had happened in the gala, she might be mad at you.

Your head begun to think in the possibilities all the way there, considering that this was the reason why Mia didn’t sued you, maybe Pepper Potts would do it.

When you finally arrived to the tower your stomach was in knots, not even your lucky outfit made you feel better but like every other day in your life you sucked it up and walked to the front desk.

“Hi, I’m here to see Miss Potts?” you said, making it sound more like a question and the receptionist stared at your vintage midi skirt and blouse like he understood your hesitation. You offered him a smile before telling him your name so he looked for it in the screen in front of him and gave you a visitant pass.

“Third floor, follow the hall, last door in your right” he said and then went back to his screen.

“Oh, ok, thanks” your neck was hot with embarrassment when you reached the elevators and just became more evident when you got in and someone else did too.

“Good morning, third floor too?” Scott Lang, THE Scott Lang, asked you and you could only nod like an idiot. He did a double take on your face and smiled “hey, I know you; you are the girl who throws champagne at evil bosses.”

You were turning purple, it was a sure thing.

“What?” it was all you said.

“Yeah, the other night you did an incredible stunt, Sam told us everything” so Captain America knew too, great. Scott must saw something in your expression because his changed “is ok, seriously, when we hear what she did no one blamed you for it, I was sure Hope was about to kick her ass and don’t let me start with Yelena” your head was spinning “I think it was brave and more subtle than ruining your boss company and driving a car to his pool”

That earned a strangled laugh from you.

“Are you going to see Miss Potts too, Mr. Lang?” you asked when the elevator doors opened again and you walked with him.

“Actually I’m going to see Maria Hill but I’ll see you later” he smiled at you with such honesty that you relaxed for the first time in all day, making your way to your destiny you noticed the front desk for Miss Potts assistant was empty and you were just on time which was as good as being late.

Without not knowing what to do, you knocked at her door.

“Come in”.

Taking a deep breath, you did it squaring your shoulders and trying to tell yourself everything would be fine.

“Good morning, Miss Potts, I hope is ok I called, there was no one and-“

“It’s completely fine” she said gesturing for you to sit in front of her and went to address your formally even if contradicted her next words “Please call me Pepper, everyone does.

There was something about her, a professionalism that was inspiring but also made her approachable and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Only if you call me by my first name too”

“It’s what you like to be called? Because Sam told me about your friend calling you Ace when he went with Sergeant Barnes to the hospital, I think it fits you” at her words it was impossible not to blush again; first of all because of the mention of Bucky, the recurrent thought of your head the last days and then because of the nickname Harper gave you.

“I mean, yeah, my friends call me that” it was an exaggeration, you only had one friend.

“Maybe we should stick to it, between me and you Pepper is not even my name but I think is perfect for me” there was something like nostalgia in her eyes but she didn’t let you think too much about it “and I like that my employees feel comfortable when we talk.”

“Excuse me, what?” it was really embarrassing how you couldn’t form a decent sentence in front of her.

“I would like you to be my assistant, Ace” she said and then your life really changed.

Bucky still could tasted you, the other you, the one who reincarnated and was born in a rich Italian family in 1950, the one that somehow found him when he was The Winter Soldier.

He wasn’t supposed to fuck you in your fiancée’s car, well ex fiancée, you couldn’t marry a dead asshole. His mind couldn’t know why he needed you that bad but his body did, Bucky was sure it was the conditioning what made him be such a caveman with you but the truth was, you were his mirror back then.

You wanted him since Lucas bragged about his connections to Hydra and how they lend him their best asset to protect the arsenal his father’s company will provided for them. Your whole attention was in the silent assassin who looked at you like you were everything he could ever want.

Lucas wasn’t great with you, his little bird, that’s why he snapped his neck and took you away, sometimes his nightmares will let him breath and remember you surrounding him, riding his cock, high in pleasure, telling him that you loved him before you both were found and he was dragged back to Hell.

As a small blessing, he didn’t remembered that while dreaming, Bucky was too lost on you, in the salty taste of your skin against his tongue when he traced the valley of your naked breasts with it.

“Give me one more, little bird” he ordered, thrusting in and out of you with an incredible skill considering the small space “drench my cock again.”

His english was perfect with you, no sign of hesitation, not remembering he wasn’t supposed to speak it so naturally when it wasn’t necessary; the Brooklyn accent showing up without effort.

“I- I can’t” you sobbed, drunk on him, your body asking for more.

“You will” his metal hand let go your neck to play with your clit, the cold metal sending you to your climax once again, taking him with you.

The softness of your skin against his was the last thing he remembered before waking up.

Harper called you when you got back home and screamed when you tell her the news; she made a joke about coming to work with you so she could see Sam Wilson every day, making you feel better. Since you convinced your parents go and have the retirement they deserved, Harper was the only one you had and she was more than what you deserved but sometimes you wished for more, for someone to go home to.

Like a fool, your mind went to Sergeant Barnes; you needed to thank him for what he did for you.

If not for him, you would have be ruined but how could someone put that in a thank you card?

Maybe you could bake something for him.

Bucky likes apple pie.

The thought came out of nowhere with an intense hint of pain between your eyebrows, what was that?

Maybe a nap would help, your new job waited for you and this was the chance you dreamed of, ruining it wasn’t an option.

When Bucky went to check on you that night, you were already sleeping in your couch, making very difficult for him to let you there. Of course he could break in and carry you to your room without waking you up but it would make you feel unsafe.

It was hard for him to go back to a civilian life, or the closest he could have, his actions needed to be careful, especially around you. It was also torture he remembered almost everything and you nothing at all, that he couldn’t tell you about that night on your porch in 1943 or your breakfast with him, Steve and the Howlies when your unit was sent to Europe and destiny brought you both together again, he couldn't tell you about that time in Italy.

Bucky wanted you to know everything but you will never believe him, in the best case you'd believe it was a joke or a proof of him losing his mind but you could also believe him dangerous –which he was- and get away from him where Bucky would not be able protect you.

Sited there in your fire escape, he started to memorize every part of you he could see through the darkness, if that was all he could have from you, he would make it be enough.

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• Previous Chapter: Chapter Three Next Chapter: Chapter Five •Content: Levi Ackerman x OC female. Canon verse!

• Word Count: 1.3k • Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with * at each chapter.

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Weeks trailed in the aftermath of Wall Maria's collapse. Our existence is now huddled within two walls, vulnerable to the looming threat that could shatter our refuge at any moment.

The Scouts remained on constant alert since that fateful breach. Sleep eluded me, stolen by the haunting memories of that day.

The memories replayed like a relentless nightmare – the desperate screams, boulders hurtling through the air, and the crimson stain that marred my once-white dress.

"Pay attention. The commander is about to speak," Alexander's elbow jabbed into my side, urging me to focus.

"As everyone knows, the fall of Wall Maria has our citizens living in constant fear. They are all asking themselves, will Wall Rose be next?" Commander Erwin addressed the assembled Scouts in the mess hall.

"Today is the day you all need to ask yourselves, can I give my all for humanity? If it were to come down to it, will you sacrifice yourself to save another?"

Erwin's words hung in the air, a challenge that demanded introspection. The mess hall buzzed with whispered reflections and shared glances of uncertainty.

At that moment, my thoughts wandered to Levi, and how he reacted the day the Wall fell. Wall Maria's fall had tested our strength, but Levi guided us all like it was nothing to him.

The crowd fell into a hushed stillness as Erwin took a deliberate pause, his penetrating gaze scanning each face.

"Today we have big changes coming to our regiment. I've thought long and hard. It wasn't easy making this decision, but seeing how our soldiers acted during the fall of Wall Maria only solidified my choice," Erwin declared, adjusting the papers in his hands.

"I'd also like to mention our new captain," Erwin continued, sparking murmurs throughout the mess hall.

"New captain?" Alexander muttered beside me. "Who's he talking about?"

"I can't think of anyone," Oluo replied.

"Captain Levi will lead our new special operation squad. Levi showed strong leadership skills during the fall of Wall Maria." Erwin declared, emphasizing Levi's pivotal role in the face of chaos. "Levi will hand pick each member on his squad. Only the best of the Scout Regiment will be chosen. I hope you all take this into consideration while training for the next couple of weeks. You all are dismissed."

The mess hall erupted into a mixture of astonishment and admiration. Levi's new role as captain resonated with an air of authority, and the prospect of the Levi squad brought a renewed sense of purpose to the Scouts. I knew Levi would be a captain sooner or later. They would be fools not to pursue his strength.

As the soldiers dispersed, the realization of Levi's elevated position settled in. I glanced at him, his stern countenance giving away little, yet his eyes held a weight that spoke volumes. He was unbothered at the fact he was now a captain.

"Special operation squad?" I exclaimed, breaking the tense silence. "That's pretty cool! Who do you think is going to be on it?"

"No one if they know what's good for themselves," Alexander grumbled, his irritation evident.

"Oh, lighten up," Hange chimed in. "At least he's doing his job."

"Yeah, I mean, at least Levi is making change," I added, trying to diffuse the tension.

"He's the last person anyone should look up to," Alexander barked before storming off in anger.

"He's such a child," I groaned to Hange. "I should go find him." Without waiting for a response, I walked off in the direction Alexander had taken.

"Alex!" I yelled after him as he briskly walked through the halls. He didn't stop or look back at me. "Alex!" I yelled again, running beside him to prevent him from ignoring me.

"What?" He snapped at me, his frustration evident.

"Whoa, calm down," I said, throwing my hands up in defense. "There's no reason to be upset at me."

"Commander Erwin wants to see both of you in his office," Levi's voice suddenly broke through our conversation, making me jump a bit. Alexander redirected his glare at Levi but Levi just walked away.

Levi's abrupt halt caught me off guard.

"Are you coming or not?" he questioned, his eyes piercing ours. In silence, we trailed him to the commander's office.

Levi, surprising me, opened the door without knocking, a departure from common courtesy.

"Learn some manners," Alexander barked at him, to which Levi responded with a disgusted gaze.

Erwin's presence became evident with a subtle cough, and he greeted us, gesturing to the chairs before him. Levi, still displeased, stood at the back, arms crossed.

"Thank you, commander," Alexander smoothly chimed in as he took a seat. He was a kiss-ass when needed, even if Erwin's position irked him. Sucking up was a skill he had mastered.

Erwin's unexpected declaration pierced the air, leaving me in shock.

"Iris is being removed from your squad, Alexander," he stated.

"Am I in trouble?" I blurted out.

"No, the opposite. You're getting a promotion," Erwin revealed, dropping a bombshell.

"You'll be Levi's second in command on his new squad."

"I'm sorry, commander," Alexander laughed lightly, displaying doubt. "But isn't there someone more qualified for the position?"

The tension in the room escalated as uncertainty hung in the air. Did he just say that? I felt the heat travel to my head as it spread across my face. My head turned to Alexander, his focus locked on Erwin.

"Iris is more than qualified," Erwin asserted.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'd have to disagree," Alexander rebutted once again.

"And why's that?" I spoke up for myself.

"I think I'm more than qualified. I've been in the Scouts for the last six years."

"How many times have I bailed you out of Titan's grasp?" he retorted without hesitation. "Without me by your side, you're as good as dead."

His words left me speechless. Does he truly think so little of me? He's been my trainer, and my partner through every training exercise, and every formation rehearsal.

"Are you telling me that you did not train your second in command properly?" Erwin questioned. "Or is your personal relationship interfering?"

Alexander stumbled on his words.

"Yes-No, sir."

The tension in the room thickened, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this promotion might bring more challenges than opportunities.

"Well, which one is it?" Erwin's irritation was evident as he probed Alexander's response.

Alexander stumbled, unable to provide a proper answer. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him, my anger intensifying.

"Where were you the day Wall Maria fell, Alexander?" Levi finally broke his silence.

"None of your damn business," Alexander barked defiantly.

Levi hummed in satisfaction, seemingly anticipating Alexander's response.

"Well," Levi began, "while you were in Wall Sina sitting on your ass, Iris was handling evacuations without you." Levi paused, letting the words hang in the air. "Iris is more than capable of doing her job. If anything, she would excel under another's command. You're doing nothing but holding her back and setting her up to be killed."

"And you think you could do any better?" Alexander scoffed. "You're nothing but an underground rat with barely any military training."

"Alexander, that's enough," Erwin intervened. "Congratulations on the new promotion, Aldridge. You are dismissed. Wright stay."

As I left the room, a mix of emotions swirled within me—victory, uncertainty, and anger. Why was Alexander so bitter? Why can't he be proud of me for moving up? Did he think I was that weak? On every expedition, I was with him, by his side.

Was he the reason I survived this long?

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul

Emma

Ted

Bill

Alice

Ruth

Pete

Richie

Max

Grace

Black Friday

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Twelve

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, swearing, blackmailing, anxiety attack (experienced by reader), fluff, bucky being the best boyfriend, soft moments.

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter Eleven || Chapter Thirteen

HEADLINES:

Dolores Launches Make-Up Collab With Brand, Faces Backlash Over Zero Representation In Model’s Diversity

Sharon Carter’s Take On The Diversity Issue In Media, Dolores Apologises On Live 9 Pm News and Campaign Reworking Calls For Aspiring Models Of Different Diversities To Send In Their Portfolios and Social Media Handles To HYDRA

Alexander Pierce Celebrates Success Of HYDRA’s Take Over On Prime Time Spots Across The Boards

Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson Partner With Online Mental Health Platform To Improve Accessibility.

Bucky Barnes Donates Generously To Children’s Centre And Visits Them, Look At The Adorable Pictures.

“Tell me this is a fucking joke.” Natasha stares not at you but your raised palm. Then her jaw clenches.

“Maria.” Her green eyes tear away from your hand to the brown eyed woman.

Who schools her expression at the very last second. Disguising the utter disbelief.

“Dolores stays.” Alexander chimes, you put down your hand and put on an expression of indifference.

“Please at least look at the audition tape we have compiled.” Natasha urges grabbing the remote.

“You will like it Alexander.” Maria looks towards him.

He yawns, “I am tired of this conversation. The votes for Dolores outweigh the votes for your possible replacement.”

Maria glares at Nick Fury, her eyes shift to you and only disappointment and then a recognition colour her gaze. You look away. She couldn’t guess nor know.

“I can’t fucking believe this, Y/N you of all people?” Natasha pushes her chair back, stomping out of the conference room.

You sigh, standing to follow her.

“Y/N, I want to discuss something urgent regarding your deadline for the manuscript.” Alexander stops you in your tracks.

You hadn’t written a word in weeks. Yelena had been handling the responses to the publishing house. There were only so many excuses that could be used.

“Yes?” You turn to him. He smirks, you curb the chill climbing up your spine.

“It has been moved up by a month. Therefore, you have three weeks before you submit the first complete manuscript draft.” He informs, you stare at him.

“That isn’t—,”

“I want it complete because I want the script written and ready.” He cuts you off.

“But—,”

“Nick we have that meeting with Bucky next right? I’ll handle it alone.” Alexander’s thinly veiled threat fills you with dread.

“You, you will have the manuscript.” You speak loud enough.

“Second thought, Nick, be there.” He smiles at the man.

“Alright, Boss.” Fury answers curtly, his gaze shifts to you as if reading between the lines. Trying to find a weakness in your defences.

You had no defence to begin with, so what could he find? Holding onto sanity and yourself was getting hard. You were overwhelmed from all aspects.

“Well then Ms. Y/L/N, better be off typing away. It better be quality material.” His cold gaze follows you out the door.

You numbly make your way to the parking area, Hayden stands with a smile near the car. A small nod of his head points you to Bucky trying to calm Natasha down.

She’s visibly upset and then she looks towards you as you make your way over.

“Nat, look I’m sure Feather has reason enough to—,”

“She wants to bring Dolores back on board after she cried her heart out at the misrepresentation occuring.” She seethes and Bucky pauses.

“She voted with him?” You can hear the disbelief colouring his voice.

“Ask her go on, ask your girl why the fuck is she fucking with this project.” Nat gestures towards you and Bucky turns.

“Feather, you brought her back on?” Bucky tries to understand why then you hand your phone over to him. It would explain everything. At that moment he gets a call from Sam, urging him to move into the meeting. He walks away a worried glance between the two of you.

“I trusted you.” Nat glowered.

“Nat, keeping her on keeps us on course and wastes lesser resources.” You give her bullshit reason.

“Bullshit, you know we could do better without her. Is this about you not trusting my directive vision?” She steps forward.

“I trust you more than anything.” You reach for her hand.

Nat withdraws herself, “If you did you would have backed me not sided with the monster I told you about, in confidence.”

“Nat, please.” You beg, frantic.

“No, I trust Bucky. Hell, I trusted Steve too. You however, you take the fucking cake.” She scoffs, “Good thing Yelena still keeps you at arms length. I wondered why? Why would my sister, who claims to be so close, still won't let her in? Now I know. After everything I shared, I confided in you.”

Your heart hammers, you can’t tell anyone. Not anymore than the people involved. Yelena, Sam, Angel, Andy, Matt, Loki, Steve and James.

‘The more people know, the harder it will be to keep it under wraps.’ Darcy’s face harboured a familiar sadness.

‘Why the sadness?’ You questioned.

‘Sometimes, you lose friends in this process. Keeping things comes with a certain degree of sacrifice.’ She discards a piece of lint.

‘Won’t they understand after?’ Your friends flash before your eyes.

She smiles at your childish hopefulness, ‘Sometimes, but those are rare.’ Her words echo.

“Nat please, try to understand.” You press, following her to her car.

“Keeping Dolores on is financially beneficial to you as a producer. Which is why Alexander and Fury are backing it. Welcome to Hollywood Y/N, you’re officially a fucking sellout.” She climbs into her car,

“After everything that happened, after everything that I confided in you. After all the bonding with you, your mom. You put money before everything. Fuck. You.” She slammed the car door.

The engine revs as the tires screech when she pulls out of the lot.

“What made you agree to hire Dolores back?” Yelena questions, baffled.

You sigh, “Lena–,”

“Nat is inconsolable, she hasn’t been this distraught over a project in years.” Her sister accuses you, eyes narrowed. A scowl on her face.

“At least you could have watched the audition tape, I found her promising.” She scoffs, settling onto her chair. It squeaks as she faces away from you. Her jaw set.

You press the heels of your palms against your eyes. The perfume you had put lightly wafts into your senses. The BW office seems darker, once a beacon of light amongst darkness was now shrouded within it.

“Alexander has pulled the date ahead for the manuscript.” You say, she turns then stops herself looking back out the window.

“Then you better have it ready. I can’t make more excuses for you.” The coldness permeates her words and the surrounding.

“You know I can’t tell Nat what goes on now about the case right? Anything that happens, after the fact of that evening and the following days where you all came home? Nat said you keep me at arms length still.” your words have her stiffen in the slightest.

“I can understand that, I myself seldom trust in people, Lena.” You brush a hand over your nose, “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, because maybe I am, the cycle repeats over and over of getting fucked over. I received an email, with pictures of James and a few of mine along with a warning. Unfortunately, I cannot tell Natasha anything due to our agreements with two certain people. So I had to back that creep.” You stand, “I’ll try to have the manuscript reach you in time. I’m sorry to have you make excuses for me. Tell, tell Nat I’m sorry and I wish things were different. If there is anyone I would blindly trust with my labour of love and tears, it's her.”

She doesn’t move when you make your way to the door, nor when you reach the elevator and head to the parking lot, alone. Your resolve crumbles just as Hayden shuts his own door and begins the drive home.

The city lights and gleam of the dashboard blur into your own storm. Laying across the seat, the anxiety attack has you succumb towards it. Hayden says a lot of things but none reach you. You want to apologise to him. You wonder if the ‘sorry’ echoing around you reaches him.

The images flash through your mind and so does Alexander’s wickedness. The endless warnings on a loop.

Soon a familiar scent encompasses the car, you’re flush against the warmth. Soothing warmth and grounding coolness move over your head, then down your back. There is a rumble against your chest.

You blink, when you feel something prickly over your palms. The sensation repeats then turns light. Then planes of warmth with a slight dampness. The softness is familiar.

You blink again at the haze clearing your mind.

Soft lips ghost over your palms, your brain scrambles to get to him. Through the haze, you meet his blue eyes.

You find home within them.

A constant thudding under your palms. A rhythmic rise and fall.

The scent finally registers, woodsy, warm and one that lingered upon your clothes and being long after its source would leave.

“There she is,” Bucky cups your face, a small smile on his lips, “take a deep breath for me Feather.”

“James?” Your voice is scratchy.

“It’s me, Feather. Good girl, doing so well.” He affirms, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Wiping at the tears. You inhale with each upward stroke of his left thumb and exhale when his right thumb moves.

“James,” you crumble, forehead resting against his, your body begins to realise you’re across his lap in the back of the car.

“I’m so sorry baby, I couldn’t help you with the rehire avoidance.” He kisses your cupid’s bow softly.

You shake your head, “Not your fault.”

“I could have protected you better, you wouldn’t have to be blamed for going back on your word or what you believe in.” He sighs defeated.

“James, this isn’t—,”

“But it is, if, if I’d kept my distance, you wouldn’t get manipulated over me. I shouldn’t have gotten involved—,”

You push at his chest, cutting him off.

“Do you regret it then? Regret us?” You ask, if you had to lose him too today, you’d crumble. You could even tolerate the thought.

“Y/N, I,” He pauses searching for the words.

“Why are you blaming yourself for what that horrible man did? He would have done it whether or not you held my heart in your hands.”

His head rests against the headrest, he looks up. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, then closes his eyes.

He takes a deep inhale, you observe in the glow from his gym’s sign.

“I don’t regret even a second of us. Yes, I regret being rude to you, not speaking clearly and honestly being a dickhead. I do not regret a single moment spent with you. I do not regret speaking to you through our music choices. I do not regret getting to know you between the walls of your home and mine. I do not regret whisking you away for mini dates within the trailers. I do not regret confessing my love to you, I do not regret kissing you, I do not regret loving you. I do not regret continually falling for you.” Blue eyes meet yours, Bucky watches as his words move over you.

“I do not regret us.” He whispers lips brushing over your forehead.

“I love you.” You murmur, you feel him smile against your skin.

“I love you too.” His voice is soft.

Exhaustion lingers at the periphery of his pupils, you feel yourself grow tired as well.

“Did I scare Hayden?” You look around, he’s not near the car.

Bucky’s vibranium fingers brush over your cheek, curving around your jaw, making you look back at him.

“He’s had experience with my anxiety and PTSD. Usually he’d drive me to my doctor’s or back home, he did a few courses after to help me and he volunteers at a local centre as well.”

Warmth pools in your chest, the way Hayden takes care of those close to him. Your lips form a small smile.

“Did I interrupt your workout?” You realise then he’s wearing a short sleeved t-shirt. It hugs all his muscles. You swallow as your eyes trace the vein running down his arm.

“I finished up when Hayden called, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He only chuckles seeing your eyes trace him, “see something you like Feather?” voice light and teasing.

Your head nods before you can control it. Skin heating under his mirthful but darkening gaze. The light of the gym’s entrance flickers, the blue of his eyes overtaken by the dark black of his pupil.

“I see something I like too, Feather.” His flesh hand moves to your lower back drawing you closer. You feel him then, against your inner thigh. The athletic wear is straining against him.

Bucky groans softly, feeling your thighs clench. Leaning forward, your chest presses against his, he watches you intently. Allowing you to set the pace.

“Kiss me?” You request, Bucky complies happily.

Pressing his lips to yours, impossibly close and pressed against his body. Your lips part when his tongue moves over your bottom lip. You preen, feeling him explore your mouth. Slowly growing slack against him.

You kiss back, fingers tightening in his hair. Free hand moving over him, mapping out your world that encompasses upon and within him. With him.

Bucky hums against your lips when your hands move lower, the sound pooling within your stomach. Your thighs clench as his hands move your hips back and forth. Your whimper is swallowed by the kiss.

His lips part from yours, trailing down your neck. When he nips at a pulse point you shudder in his grasp. Bucky hisses as it causes you to grind down harder on him.

“Fuck, I,”

There is a flash outside cutting off Bucky. Hayden knocks on the driver’s side door. Another flash and then a shout of Bucky’s name. You begin to clamber out of his lap, his grip on you tightens. The windscreen had reflectors in place for privacy while parked.

“If Hayden opens his door, everyone will see.” You explain, out of breath.

“It’s about time.” He cups your face.

“James–,” You tense, Hayden knocks again.

Bucky’s gaze moves from determined to understanding, his grip loosens on your hips. He assists you in shifting from his lap and settling beside him. He refused not to have you curled close to him.

Reaching over between the seats pressing the partition button. Its soft hum drowns out once the paps outside gain momentum. Chanting for Bucky to show them a glimpse. Bucky knocks on his window signalling Hayden it was okay to get in, the man swiftly opens and shuts the door.

Hayden checks the partition and once he’s satisfied then turns ignition on and he begins to navigate the two of you home.

The nurse greets you with a smile, saying that Alpine was curled up with your mom as they both slept soundly.

You check up on them in her room, taking a picture of them for later. Taking note of the updates from the nurse before she left.

Bucky smiles at the thought, all of you living together like a small family. Before he can verbalise his thoughts Sam begins calling him.

“Hey.” Bucky greets, heading into the kitchen to speak.

“The fan you took a picture with caused the location leak.” Sam informs, the actor sighs rubbing a hand over his face.

“How is she holding up?” Sam asks, “Headlines are running wild speculations, saying there is a possible fall out.”

“She had an anxiety attack.” Bucky shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. He knew if Nat knew she would not have reacted that way. The guilt weighs upon him.

“I hope you aren’t blaming yourself.” Sam reminds, a humourless chuckle leaves his lips.

“I know you are, you cannot feel guilty for what happened.”

“I understand that but I can’t help it Sam, I wish, I wish I was never at the damn airport.”

“I wish that too, we were all played by him, in the scheme. What is important is how we go from here okay? She will come out stronger, she has everyone she needs and more.” Sam’s words lightly ease the knot in Bucky’s chest.

“James?” You call out.

“In here Feather.” He replies,

“Man, I practically can see the goofy grin on your face.” Sam laughs.

He watches your smile take over your features when you locate him.

You admire his own grin as it warms your heart.

“I’ll call you back.” Bucky says, keeping the phone.

“How is she?” He questions, you make your way over to him.

“She’s okay, no lingering weakness remaining things are unchanged.”

Bucky wraps his arms around you, keeping you close. You sigh, the earlier worries leaving slowly as his hold helps you keep yourself together.

“I was thinking…” he begins,

“Should I be worried?” you tease, he rolls his eyes squeezing your hip.

“How about we cook tonight? I know you’ve been wanting to have a cooking date.” His expression is smug.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.” You narrow your eyes at him, trying to hide your smile.

“Well maybe I just know my girlfriend really well.” He shrugs, “So dinner date?”

“I want to know how you know.” You demand, he shakes his head, pulling away to head to the fridge.��

“James.” You whine, that was one of your more well hidden date ideas to have with your significant other. You’re sure you’ve never told Bucky about it.

He begins to retrieve the ingredients not answering you but the smug grin doesn’t leave his face.

“I won’t help you.” You warn, he looks up from the freezer, raising a brow.

“You just sit there looking pretty and I’ll do all the work.” Bucky winks at you, a heated flush blooms across your cheeks and neck.

Then it clicks, “You, how?”

You walk over to him retrieving the chopping boards and knives to divide and cut the veggies.

“Well you know how I’m a delayed fan of your work?” He hands you the bell peppers.

You begin to chop them, “Yeah?”

“I annotate right? With sticky notes and handwritten notes on post-its, recently those transparent ones.”

“Those are so cool.” You agree.

Bucky kisses your cheek, “Very cool. I’ve some extra if you want them.”

“One day you’re going to open your drawer of post-its and find that empty.” You giggle, Bucky laughs.

“Well I know where to look.”

“You’re supposed to let me steal your stuff for myself.” You smear a bit of butter on his cheek.

He scrunches his nose, biting your thumb playfully drawing laughter from you.

“So you don't want to steal my clothes? Just my stationery?” The veggies go into the mix and he brings out another few things.

“I steal what I want, Mr. Barnes and you will let me.” You reach up to him, he leaves his work wrapping his arms around you, palms moving from your lower back to beneath your hips.

“Oh I will let you?” He lifts you onto the counter, standing between your legs.

“Yes, yes you will.” Your fingers run through his hair, playing with the strands at the base of his neck, “Want to know why?”

“Enlighten me, Feather.” He hums, eyes closing gently as you continue playing with his hair and your other hand runs over his scalp.

“Because,”

Bucky’s breath hitches feeling your lips close to his own.

“It’s the tax you pay being a boyfriend.” Giving him a quick kiss you giggle as he huffs irritatedly, wanting a longer time to feel your soft, addictive lips against his own.

“Never heard of this tax.” He grumbles only adding to your mirth.

“Well you probably never had a girlfriend who put you in that tax bracket.” It’s your turn to grin smugly and you do, then you feel something wet across your cheek.

The sauce.

“Bucky!” You yelp, he guffaws grabbing your hands before you can wipe it away.

You feel his lips at the corner of your own, he licks away the smear then bites at your cheek.

His laugh rumbles within his chest as he places your hands upon it. You can’t help but laugh with him.

“All gone.” He assures, kissing your jaw.

“When I began reading your work,” he cups your face, “I noticed something, now I could be wrong but I know I’m not,” he winks, you roll your eyes.

“What did you notice, fine Sir?” You quip, tilting your head.

“I noticed that you don’t explain in detail the moments that you want to experience yourself. You write them enough to keep the reader satiated but your hunger for those moments remains raging.” He explains, your hands move out of their own accord to his shoulders, sides of his neck and then cupping his face.

“Cooking a meal together, late night drives, texting endlessly, touches hidden away in a crowded room.” Bucky’s gaze fixed upon yours, his blue eyes reading everything your eyes show him.

“Silent ways of saying, I love you.” His palm grasps your hand, finger tracing over the tattoo. You swallow. Your own thumb traces across his left wrist.

He had figured it out.

The one thing you kept hidden across your works, the smallest moments to the ones of significance. Your own wants hidden in your shared words.

“James,” Your voice is thick laced with an emotion you can’t comprehend. Maybe it is the fact that he sees you, every bit of you and yet loves you, maybe it is that he knows you, you don’t know how to vocalise how you feel, you don’t know how to convey the fluttering in your heart.

He takes your name, in quiet understanding. In a way that in one word, with your own name, you know that he knows and understands how you feel.

You knew how much he could convey with his eyes alone, across genres, across characters. Initially you would wonder if you would ever be able to decipher if it's an act, your own insecurities were feeding into your heart.

The way that Bucky gazes at you though?

Warmth ricochets within your chest. Love for him, love from him pours through every broken crevice, mending, offering pieces of himself that could fit. Taking broken parts from you to mend himself.

You pull him closer, arms and legs wrapping around him, Bucky holds you tenderly, returning the hug with equal warmth and love.

He kisses your shoulder as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

The two of you say nothing further, the food is cooked over more stolen kisses and smearing of sauces.

Even as the call times for beginning the shoot of the movie are emailed the dread doesn’t seep into your bones.

Bucky stays the night for the first time. Holding you close as slumber pulls the two of you under its spell.

Your hands wrap over his, Bucky smiles when you sleepily lace your fingers with his own. Your lips searching for his skin, any part of it to give him a kiss goodnight.

Thumb tracing over your tattoo, he falls asleep just as Alpine finds the spot beside your head on the pillow making biscuits and then falling asleep.

Maybe he thinks, just maybe this could be forever.

When morning light pours in and you’re still in his arms and Alpine is burrowing her way between the two of you making you laugh quietly.

He believes this is forever.

HEADLINES:

TOP FIVE Hollywood Friendships That Stood The Test Of Time:

Number One - Steve and Bucky

TOP FIVE Hollywood Break-Ups That Have Us Crying:

Number Three - Natasha Romanoff and Author Y/N’s Friendship.

Are They Back Together? Watch Sharon Carter Speak With Body Language Expert To Discern If Dolores and Bucky Have Residual Feelings For Each Other.

It’s Getting Frosty On Set and Not Because Of The Winter — Natasha Ignores Executive Producer Y/N

Author Y/N Shares Dialogue Snippet From Upcoming Book, Fans Sent Into Frenzy Over Theory That This Book Might Be Her Saddest Ending Written Till Date.

A.N.: i hope you enjoy this fluffy update, i felt i didn't get a chance to explore them one on one much and i just think they needed time together so here we are!

Taglist is Open comment or DM to be added!

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier - 3

Summary: You find out the truth about Fury and, after he brings you up to speed, you make plans to take down Hydra for good.

Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x F!Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x F!Reader, platonic!Nick Fury x F!Reader, platonic!Maria Hill x F!Reader

Warnings: Language. Pierce being a dick. Mentions of death. Mentions of fighting and fire arms. The Winter Soldier, he's a warning. My poor attempts at being funny. Idk, everything else in the movie?

Word Count: 3.8K

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The ride is quiet until Steve, who was shocked into silence until this moment, says “It was him.”

You look at him on your right but his gaze is to the floor. “He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me.”

“How's that even possible?” Sam says from in front of Steve. “It was, like, seventy years ago.”

“Zola.” Steve answers without skipping a beat. “Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…” he trails off, looking up at Sam.

“None of that's your fault, Steve.” Natasha says and you turn your attention on her.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.” You're too busy looking at Natasha’s palling face to be sad for Steve.

“We need to get a doctor here.” You say, your eyes landing on the blood on her shoulder, which apparently Sam noticed too.

“We don't put pressure on that wound,” he says, turning to the agent next to him “she's gonna bleed out here in the truck.”

The guard pulls out an electric rod and looks like he's gonna use it on Sam but, suddenly, he pokes the other guard with it.

You're all so fucking confused until the guard takes out his helmet to reveal a groaning Maria Hill.

“That thing was squeezing my brain.” she looks at all of you while you let out a breath of relief, but she lands on Sam and then looks back at Steve, pointing at him. “Who’s this guy?”

“Long story” you say and, when she narrows her eyes at you, you roll your own. “I’m handcuffed too, I’m obviously on your side.” you say while raising your cuffed hands and raising an eyebrow.

She softens but relented only after receiving a nod from Steve, confirming what you're saying.

She helps you escape and soon you're entering a seemingly abandoned facility, Natasha leaning on you for balance.

A man you recognize as one of the doctors that were operating on Fury runs towards you and you frown.

What the hell’s going on?

“GSW. She’s lost at least a pint.” Hill says to the doctor.

“Maybe two.” Sam adds.

“Let me take her.” the doctor says, but Maria stops him.

“She’ll want to see him first.” she says while she leads the way, the doctor helping you carry Natasha.

Hill takes you to a room where you’re all shocked to find Fury lying in a bed, alive.

“About damn time.” he says and you almost cry after hearing his voice.

You all sit down and, as the doctor starts to work on Natasha’s wound next to you, you all listen intently as Fury explains what’s going on.

“Lacerated spinal column,” he ends by listing his injuries “cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, one hell of a headache.”

“Don't forget your collapsed lung.” the doctor says from Nat’s other side.

“Oh, let's not forget that.” Fury says sarcastically “Otherwise, I'm good.”

“They cut you open,” Natasha says, you knew she took it hard after all. “your heart stopped.”

“Tetrodotoxin B.” He says like it was obvious. “Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it.”

“Why all the secrecy?” Steve voices what you're all thinking.

“Yeah.” you add, obviously hurt. “Why not just tell us?”

“Any attempt on the director's life had to look successful.” Hill answers for him.

“Can't kill you if you're already dead.” Fury seems amused with himself, then gets more serious. “Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust.”

You try not to take that too personally and, glancing at Natasha, you can tell when she meets your eyes that she's trying to do the same.

Fury gives you guys some time to process everything before you move to a room with a table to start strategizing on how to move forward.

“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize.” Fury says while looking at a picture of a young Pierce. “He said, Peace wasn't an achievement, it was a responsibility. See, it's stuff like this that gives me trust issues.” He finishes looking at you guys.

“We have to stop the launch.” Natasha says, ignoring Fury’s last remark.

“I don't think the Council's accepting my calls anymore.” He says while opening a case containing three chips.

“What's that?” you and Sam ask at the same time, glancing at each other.

“Once the Helicarriers reach three thousand feet,” Hill says, turning her computer around and showing you “they'll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized.”

“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury cuts in.

“One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains operational” she hesitates for a moment “a whole lot of people are gonna die.”

“We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get past them, insert the server blades, and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what's left-” Fury gets cut off by Steve.

“We're not salvaging anything.” he says sharply. “We're not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We're taking down SHIELD.”

“SHIELD had nothing to do with it.” Fury says defensively.

“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends.” Steve has his Captain voice on and you know there's no room for discussion. “SHIELD's been compromised, you said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.”

“Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.” Nobody else says anything, just watching back and forth from Fury to Steve.

“And how many paid the price before you did?”

“Look, I didn't know about Barnes.” Fury says after a moment.

“Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that, too?” He's almost glaring now. “SHIELD, HYDRA, it all goes.”

“He's right.” Hill simply says, nodding.

Fury looks at Natasha, but she simply stares back and he knows he’s not gonna have any help from her, so he turns to you.

“You’re okay with this, Agent?” he asks you and you don’t even have to think twice about it.

“We took an oath to protect people, Fury.” you tell him, holding his gaze. “If taking down Shield does that, and I believe it does, I’m game.” you shrug.

He then turns to the last person in the room.

“Don't look at me.” Sam says, also shrugging. “I do what he does, just slower.”

You grin at him while Fury scoffs a little.

“Well,” He starts, sitting back and sighting, looking at all of you before staring back at Steve. “It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain.”

After you make our plan, Steve goes outside for some air. You and Sam watch him leave, then look at each other, a silent question hanging between you two.

“You go.” you tell him and he nods before following after the supersoldier.

When you turn around you’re met with Fury and Hill’s curious looks and Natasha’s smirking face.

“What?” you say annoyed, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.

“You and Wilson, huh.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Romanoff.” you tell her as you sit back down. “He’s a nice person, you know as well as I do how rare it is to find that in our line of work.” your gaze shifts to the table but you can still feel their gazes on you.

“You couldn’t have known, YN.” Fury says, seemingly reading your mind. Your eyes snap up to his, he's never called you by your first name.

“I should’ve, Nick.” you exchange the favor. “All the closed meetings, all the shady attitudes… I should’ve seen it. I’m trained to see it.” you're frustrated with yourself, with all the adrenaline out of your body now you’re left only with guilt.

Surely if you’d have seen it sooner you could’ve done something. Maybe the outcome would’ve been different.

“They tricked all of us.” Nat says, glancing at Fury and resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You’re a good agent,” Hill interjects, “don’t doubt yourself because of those traitors.”

“You’re right.” You nodded after a moment, putting your hand on top of Nat’s on your shoulder and looking back at Fury. “You’re all right.”

As you finish the details of the plan, only one thing is missing.

“How do we get the Director there?” Hill asks after Sam joins you, informing you that Steve went looking for a uniform, whatever that means, and would meet you there.

“Uh, I have an idea.” you says, leaning back in your chair and smirking.

They all suit up and leave after making sure your comms work.

“Be careful.” you hug Natasha before they leave “All of you.” you add looking over her shoulder at Hill that nods and Sam that grins and then winks at you.

You go back to the room where Fury is and he asks, “So where’s our ride?”

“On its way.” you simply say, checking your phone.

You can hear the others through the comms as they meet up with Steve, his own voice coming to your ear as he puts his own earpiece in.

“Where’s Y/N?” he questions the team.

“Awe, you miss me already, Cap?” you say and can hear the other’s laughter.

“You wish.” you can practically hear his eyes rolling.

“I do wish.” you answer, laughing. “I’m with Fury, don’t worry we’ll be there in time.”

You’re both suited up too when you hear loud noises coming from outside, Fury gives you a confused look but you just smile and wiggle your eyebrows playfully as you lead the way to the roof.

A helicopter lands and the pilot gets out and makes his way towards you, shaking your hand before heading downstairs where a car is waiting for him. You make your way to the pilot’s seat and Fury takes the co-pilot’s seat.

“Where did you even get this?” He questions you after putting on the headphones while you start the helicopter, ready for take off.

“You’re not the only one with connections, Director.” you answer, glancing at him with a smile and can hear him laugh next to you.

The whole time you can hear the team’s conversation, everything’s going according to plan thankfully, and nobody’s gotten hurt yet.

Just as you hear Natasha say “don’t worry, company’s coming” to who you assume is Pierce you land the helicopter on the landing pad.

You and Fury make your way inside and Pierce is nothing short of surprised at seeing Fury alive, much to your delight.

“Did you get my flowers?” he says sarcastically and, when Fury only glares at him, he turns his attention to you. “Agent.”

“Asshole.” you greet him with a smile.

“I'm glad you're here, Nick.” he turns his attention back to him.

“Really? Cause I thought you had me killed.”

“You know how the game works.” Pierce says, as calm as a sociopath.

“So why make me head of SHIELD?” Fury has to know.

“Cause you were the best and the most ruthless person I ever met.”

“I did what I did to protect people.”

“Our enemies are your enemies, Nick. Disorder, war. It's just a matter of time before a dirty bomb goes off in Moscow, or an EMP fries Chicago. Diplomacy? Holding action, a band-aid. And you know where I learned that?” He doesn’t give him time to answer, clearly enjoying his evil mastermind speech. “Bogota. You didn't ask, you just did what had to be done. I can bring order to the lives of seven billion people by sacrificing twenty million. It's the next step, Nick, if you have the courage to take it.”

“No,” Fury says, taking Pierce to the retinal scanner, guns on him from both Nat and you “I have the courage not to.”

“Retinal scanner active.” the computer says.

“You don't think we wiped your clearance from the system?” Pierce says smugly.

“I know you erased my password, probably deleted my retinal scan, but if you want to stay ahead of me, Mr. Secretary,” he takes off his eyepatch to reveal his scarred eye and you grimace. “you need to keep both eyes open.”

They both look into the retinal scanner, with Fury using his injured eye.

“Alpha Level confirmed.” The computer says “Encryption code accepted. Safeguards removed.”

You can hear Steve and Sam talking in your ear as you hold Pierce at gunpoint while Nat finishes uploading the files online.

Sam saying to Steve that he’s heavier than he looks makes you smile, Steve answering “I had a big breakfast” makes you almost snort because Sam made him that breakfast, but you stay professional.

You hear Sam apologizing to Steve after being grounded, his suit broken, and then Maria telling Sam that Rumow’s heading your way. Sam says he’s on it and then you hear Steve trying to plead with Bucky before he starts fighting him.

“Done.” Natasha finally says “And it's trending.”

Just then Pierce sets off the pins he gave the council members, causing it to burn a hole into them. You, Natasha and Fury point your guns at Pierce but he turns to Natasha.

“Unless you want a two inch hole in your sternum, I'd put that gun down.” Natasha doesn't back down though “That was armed the moment you pinned it on.”

You all reluctantly lower your weapons.

You can hear Sam saying “Man, shut the hell up” and frown, then you hear him fighting probably with Rumlow and you sincerely hope Sam lands some good punches.

“Lieutenant, how much longer?” Pierce asks into his radio.

“Sixty-five seconds to satellite link. Targeting grid engaged. Lowering weapons array now.” you hear the response.

You hear Hill counting down too. “Thirty seconds, Cap!”

you can hear Steve get out a strangled “Stand by.”

You hear him struggle, then he says “Charlie-” but gets interrupted by a gunshot and you hold your breath, already imagining the worst and barely hearing Pierce talking into his radio.

Just as they’re about to give the order to fire you hear Steve again saying “Charlie locked.” and you feel like all three of you let out a breath of relief at the same time. Although your relief is short lived as you hear Steve telling Maria to fire.

You all look outside as the Helicarriers start going down.

“What a waste.” Pierce says, disgusted at the sight in front of him.

“Are you still on the fence about Rogers' chances?” Nat says as smugly as she can with an active weapon pinned to her chest, but Pierce is having none of it.

“Time to go, Councilwoman.” he grabs her arm “This way, come on. You're gonna fly me out of here.”

“You know, there was a time I would have taken a bullet for you.” Fury tells him as they start to leave.

“You already did.” Pierce glances back at him “You will again when it's useful.” before he can even finish the sentence Natasha activates a small disc that emits an electric shock through her whole body and disables the pin, giving you a chance to kick the phone out of Pierce’s hand while it reboots.

Fury takes this time to pick up a gun and shoots twice at Pierce, then walks over to you as you kneel next to Natasha who’s unconscious on the floor.

“Romanoff!” he says “Natasha!”

“Tasha, come on!” you say desperately.

She slowly opens her eyes. “Ow.” she lets out, before looking up at you two. “Those really do sting.”

You let out a breathless laugh and help her up, glancing back at Pierce dying behind you, a quiet ‘Hail HYDRA’ coming out of his mouth.

You help Natasha into the helicopter, before taking the pilot’s seat again, Fury next to you.

“Please, tell me you got that chopper in the air!” you hear Sam say.

“Sam, where are you?” Natasha asks him as you try to look around for him.

“41st floor, north-west corner!” he sounds like he’s out of breath.

“We're on it, stay where you are.” You say, making your way to him.

“Not an option!” You can hear him pant like he’s running and as you look up you see him jumping out a window, so you tilt the helicopter just enough to allow him to slide in through the door sideways, and then you straighten just as fast, getting out of there just in time as the whole building comes down.

“41st floor! 41st!” Sam yells once he’s caught his breath.

“It's not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!” You yell back at him while glancing behind you as he glares at you.

“Hill, where's Steve?” Natasha says in the comms “You got a location on Rogers?”

You fly around the wreckage, all of you trying to locate Steve although it feels almost impossible with all the damage left by the Helicarriers.

How can you find him? How could he even be alive after not only that fall, but all of the pieces still falling from the sky? He could’ve been knocked out, he could be at the bottom of the Pontomac, slowly drowning-

“There!” Sam interrupts your pessimistic thoughts as he yells and points at a figure along the shore of the river. “That’s him!”

You land as close as him as you can, running out with Sam beside you, Nat and Fury a little behind. As you get close you see that it is indeed Steve, kudos to Sam for his falcon eyes.

The more you get close the more you worry, he looks bloody and beaten. When you’re finally kneeling next to him, you’re praying that he’s alive.

Sam’s hand flies to his neck and you can tell he lets out a relieved sigh, before turning to you. “He’s got a pulse.” he says and you mirror his action.

You pick him up together and take him to the helicopter, placing him inside while Nat takes the pilot’s seat this time and goes straight to the hospital.

With Steve being in the hospital and Fury being technically dead, the joy of being summoned at a committee hearing falls on you and Natasha. After being sworn in, the Committee General asks the first question.

“Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?” You and Natasha look at each other and she answers.

“We don't know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently.”

“Well, he could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he, and you, have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

“HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.” you interject.

“Many of which you both seem to have had a personal hand in telling.” you hate to admit it but he’s got you there.

“Agents, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record, both for this country” Scudder then looks directly at Nat “and against it, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.” he says and it takes everything in you not to snap at him as you clench your jaw.

Natasha can see it in your face as you look at each other, so she goes ahead and talks first.

“You're not gonna put me in a prison.” her eyes are still on you “You're not gonna put any of us in a prison. You know why?” You know she's asking you to finish her sentence.

“Do enlighten us.”

“Because you need us.” you say without missing a beat, looking away from Natasha and directly into the man’s eyes. “Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we help make it that way. But we're also the ones best qualified to defend it.”

“So if you want to arrest us, arrest us.” Nat says after a pause.

“You'll know where to find us.” you finish.

You both get up and walk out, exchanging a small smile that's quickly hidden for the benefit of the cameras.

A few hours later you and Natasha get to the cemetery just as Fury’s walking away, smirking at each other when you catch the end of his sentence.

“You should be honored, gentlemen.” you say as you get closer.

“That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you.” Natasha finishes for you.

“Not going with him?” Steve asks you as he meets you halfway.

“No.” you both say at the same time.

“Not staying here?” only Natasha answers this time.

“Nah. I blew all my covers,” she glances at you “I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“That might take a while.” he points out.

“I'm counting on it.” She smiles. “That thing you asked for, I called in a few favors from Kiev.” She hands Steve a file. “Will you do me a favor? Call that nurse.”

“She's not a nurse.”

“And you're not a SHIELD agent.” you say and he smiles.

“What was her name again?” he asks.

“Sharon.” Natasha says and you add. “She's nice.”

Natasha kisses Steve on the cheek, hugs you and when she turns to walk away, he looks at you.

“Your face looks better.” you notice. “Well, as good as it can look, considering...” you trail off vaguely motioning to his face with a fake disgusted look and he laughs.

“Yeah, the serum can only do so much.” you laugh too, but then you hear Natasha and you both turn to her.

“Be careful, Steve.” she tells to him “You might not want to pull on that thread.”

And with that, she’s gone.

“You’re not going with Nat?” he asks you as you turn back to him.

“I figured you might need a hand.” you nod to the file in his hand and Steve opens it as Sam walks up to you guys while you steal a glance yourself at the photo of Sergeant Barnes in it.

“You're going after him.” Sam says and it's not a question, it's a statement.

“You don't have to come with me.” He says, his eyes on the file.

“I know.” Sam says, after a moment of silence you finally look away from the photo of 40s Bucky and you see both men looking at you expectantly.

“Chasing a 96 year old brainwashed assassin?” you says, a smile starting to grow on your face “Sounds fun.” you state and Steve nods.

“Really?” Sam deadpans. “What are your weekends like, YLN?”

You only smirk at him in response, then you both turn your attention back to Steve, his eyes back on the file.

“So,” Sam says, “when do we start?”

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Chemical Attraction

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Smut {f/f), Oral {female receiving], Edging, Thigh Riding, Somnophilia, Sex Pollen. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for Navy & Roo's @the-slumberparty Bingo Challenge I managed (with a few days to spare) to combine the bingo choices circled below.

My first Bingo Card challenge, this is also my first attempt at Spy and Sex Pollen and for the writer’s choice I went with a touch of Enemies To Lovers. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.

Synopsis:- Noticing that something isn't quite right at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury tasks Maria Hill with finding out what secrets you may be privy to.

Pairings:- dark!Maria Hill x Female Reader.

Word Count:- 5,875

Figuring out where you lived and getting into your apartment was easy. Way too easy she thought considering who you were and where you worked. Still though, the woman now carefully toying with your door was no ordinary spy either which explained quite a lot really. Next to only a handful of others, she was one of the very best operatives S.H.I.E.L.D. had at their disposal and the fact that Nick Fury himself considered her his right hand person actually spoke volumes regarding her talents. After all that man barely trusted his own shadow.

Sliding her lock picks out of the lock, Maria now took one last quick look up and down the hall before twisting the handle gently, pushing open the door and slipping into your apartment completely unnoticed. Closing the door behind her then, the first thing she noticed however was how little of anything appeared to be here. To be honest the place actually looked deserted which did not bode well for why she was here and if it wasn't for the fact that she had already followed you home she wouldn't have believed anyone even lived here.

But then she had waited for you to leave before entering. Ignoring the emptiness now, she instead acknowledged that being Pierce's personal secretary and thus a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. like her, you would of course be expected to work long hours that left little or no time to actually have a life. But damn, this was no way for anyone to live. Even her home away from S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury and all that this life of covert espionage entailed became her sanctuary. Then over the years as more and more of the world descended into chaos, that home had become her refuge. But walking around your apartment now it seemed all you had was work and it saddened her despite her reason for being here in the first place.

Though part of her couldn't really say she was surprised. After all like Fury, Alexander Pierce was a hard ass who expected the best from those that worked for him, but somehow Fury still seemed to remember that the people who chose to dedicate their lives to this cause were still human. That they still possessed hopes and dreams for their future. Pierce on the other hand seemed to have completely killed yours.

Setting aside this thought however as her purpose here returned to her, Maria quickly got back on point and began searching every inch of your apartment for any little scrap of information that might prove useful to Fury and his investigation of Pierce. Finding nothing of use anywhere however and still a bit saddened by the lack of your personality in a place that should have been overflowing with it, she meticulously set up the cameras before slipping back into the hall and out of the building again.

Knowing now that time was of the essence and that as such she would be back to find out if your prestigious position at S.H.I.E.L.D. held any valuable information, she still knew a day or two was needed to find out your routine away from the world that seemed to smother every other aspect of your life. Checking in with Fury then, she headed off to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house to continue trolling for any and all information she could find on you until that pompous, arrogant ass released you back into the world. But neither of you it seemed would be prepared for that.

Watching you on the cameras for two more days as you lived your life away from S.H.I.E.L.D., Maria quickly began to realize that not only was the apartment a true reflection of how all consuming your work life was, but it also wouldn't furnish her and Fury with any further insight into the man currently on her boss's radar.

No, this it seemed would need a more in-depth and personal approach on her part.

Coming home late both nights apparently exhausted to the point where you quite literally pulled off your clothes and fell into bed, morning then found you showering quickly before heading out the door. Hell you didn't even sit down to eat breakfast here. Wondering now how best to find out about the missing pieces of your life, the third night since this assignment started found Maria back in your apartment with quite a few more problems on her hands than she ever had before this whole thing started.

Usually one well versed at keeping her mind where it was supposed to be, the images of you on camera, naked on your bed or covered in foam as you showered, had seriously tested that focus. But here now standing by your bedside, was definitely the devil's work. Reigning in her thoughts just long enough to grab your phone and install the tracking software necessary to help fill in the missing chunks of your day, she was just about to head back out and deal with the feelings your presence has awakened within her when the softest of moans reached her ears and sent a shockwave through her system unlike any she had ever felt before. It was like a siren's call.

Cursing under her breath now as she turned back around and took in your sleeping form once more, Maria tried to remind herself why exactly she was here, but it was to prove useless. Closing the distance between you step by step, she stopped momentarily however as you rolled over and opened your eyes before sleep caught you once again and pulled you back into its embrace. Which to any sane person should have been her cue to leave. But for some unknown reason she couldn't do it.

Gazing on you now as your chest gently rose and fell with each breath you took, her eyes roaming over your glorious frame simply confirmed something she had always known ... technology, no matter how advanced it became or what it could accomplish, could never replace or replicate the human form. And yours was exquisite.

Grazing her hand gently now along your cheek and over your lips, a shuddering breath from her joined the sounds your own body made when without your knowledge, your lips parted slightly and you sucked her finger into your mouth and set her senses alight. For oh how divine and talented your mouth was. Continuing to suckle her digit now as her other hand took on a life of its own and ventured down to fondle your nearest breast, the sensations building in her core would have seriously jeopardized the mission if fate hadn't somehow chosen the next moment however to intervene.

Releasing her finger and rolling back onto your side, the spell you had cast over her seemed to be broken for now as Maria quickly stepped back from your bedside and came to her senses. Acknowledging now that this was extremely dangerous territory, she took one last look around to ensure that nothing was out of place and checking her phone one more time to confirm the tracking software on yours was working correctly, Maria then turned around again and this time swiftly exited your apartment knowing it was time to take a much different approach.

One far less tempting.

Reporting back to Fury then on how her investigation was progressing before calling it a night, the restless sleep that now plagued her did nothing to raise her hopes of success. If anything, the dreams she now found herself sinking into threatened to derail her focus so much that Maria woke the next morning actually wondering if she should pass this task off to someone else. But how then to accomplish that while explaining that particular development to Fury.

"Hey boss, I know you wanted me to handle Pierce's secretary personally and I hate to disappoint you, but honestly, my horny little pussy got the better of me and I think there would be a greater chance of success if you appoint someone else to mine this particular source." Yeah right she thought with a laugh. Fury would burst a blood vessel if even one of his agents came to him with a statement like this. But if she did it? Hell, as courageous and all as Maria Hill was, that was not a scenario she was willing to allow to play out in real life. No, she would get her hormones under control and find some way to get whatever information you had that might prove useful.

Thankfully however you would unknowingly help eliminate all her options in that matter and fix her little problem in one easy stroke.

Finishing up her breakfast as the cameras' feed from your apartment lit up her laptop, the phone tracking software still confirmed your location until you finally left your home and headed out into the world. Shutting off the screen then and heading out after you, Maria was both shocked and surprised by your initial encounter. Following every twist and turn that lead both of you straight to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, the coffee shop in the grand lobby of the Triskelion was your first stop and as both of you waited in line to order your first beverages of the day, your behavior told her things were far more complicated than they first appeared.

Having found out everything she could about your life before S.H.I.E.L.D., one thing was glaringly different back then compared to now ... you actually had a life. You studied hard and got a good education, volunteered one day every weekend while holding down a part time job. You even carved out some free time to make friends and socialize with them. Now however you barely even existed. In fact, by the time her first encounter with you was over she was beginning to think of you as nothing more than an absolute total bitch.

Taking your coffee and bagel order from the counter when placed before you, you quickly tapped your card on the machine, turned around and walked off towards the nearest exit. Tap. Turn. Walk. Simple, cold and efficient. There was no thank you to the employee behind the counter who had served you and taken the time to wish you a nice day. No acknowledgement of the hello Maria herself had offered you when you turned around to face her, stepped to the side and simply walked off.

No, to you these random acts of kindness hadn't even occurred.

Was it you, she now wondered or was it this job and Pierce’s demanding standards that had initiated this change. Either way, she knew her job would be a whole lot harder now than she first thought when collecting her own order and finding herself alone in an elevator with you a few minutes later left her feeling cold and defeated for you actually seemed to dislike her.

Trying to strike up a conversation as the elevator traveled upwards, the almost vacant stares or one word answers left her re-evaluating her whole strategy towards you now. She was going to need some type of help it seemed and she was going to need it fast. Already taking far longer than it should have and now discovering that you were far more hostile than she ever thought possible, Maria actually began to wonder as you left the elevator if perhaps you were even you.

An evil twin. A clone. A life model decoy even. Something had to be seriously screwed up somewhere if this job had indeed wiped out all your personality and turned you into nothing more than a functioning machine that walked and looked like a human being. Cause you sure as hell didn't sound like one. Your attitude was distant, your face seemed fixed in a permanent scowl and remaining in the elevator now as you quickly exited without so much as acknowledging her continued presence, Maria in that split second knew exactly what she needed to do. She just wasn't sure she should do it. It was, after all, a highly risky move. But it may be the only way.

Continuing to find herself in your space throughout the day with even less success than the elevator ride that morning, clocking off time came and Maria left the Triskelion knowing now there was no other way. So getting in her car and driving off to the required S.H.I.E.L.D. R & D facility, she thanked her lucky stars that it was only Colin that was on the premises tonight. It meant fate was finally smiling on her in some small way.

Now spending the customary few minutes catching up with him before passing along the two all access passes to the next Stark Expo that she knew would excite his son and thereby get her into and out of this facility without any questions or searches, Maria then made her way to the chemicals lab and quickly inserted the S.H.I.E.L.D. bypass usb stick into the nearest computer. Moving around the lab then as the software wormed its way into the network and gave her full control over the facility, Maria carefully searched through every cabinet until her eyes finally rested on the compound she was looking for. Heading back to the computer then and unlocking the necessary door, she now reached in and withdrew the canister as her eyes rested on the information plaque.

Was she really doing this?

Feeling the weight of the canister in her hand and what using it actually meant, the seconds of uncertainty ticked by until a powerful image invaded her mind and solidified her course. This was what was needed. What both of you needed. That last push you required to give up Pierce's secrets and relieve the desire that watching you had created within her was literally in her grasp.

Finally resolving to head down this murky path, Maria then closed the cabinet door and traversed the few small steps to the nearest workstation before pulling up the necessary instructions on how to alter the canister's contents and bind you to her permanently. Pricking her finger then and adding the red drop to the canister before placing it in the necessary chamber as directed, waiting as the timer ticked down towards completion drove home what she was about to do and the future that lay ahead as a result.

You were going to be hers.

Returning then to the computer once the reaction was completed, she swiftly set about altering the cabinet contents figures before erasing all evidence that she was ever there. Pocketing the canister and usb stick then, she said her goodbyes to Colin and headed off towards your apartment to hopefully get some answers that would satisfy Fury.

Climbing up the fire escape and entering through your bedroom window this time, Maria watched your sleeping form momentarily as the reality of what she was about to do actually sunk in and what it meant for her.

Could she really do this to you? Had you changed so thoroughly under Pierce's employ that you were now a being who deserved to be treated as nothing more than an enemy that information had to be extracted from by any means necessary? For that matter had she herself changed into the type of person to employ such tactics?

Pondering all this as she sat down in the chair across from your sleeping form while rolling the canister in her palm, her phone vibrating with a message from Fury looking for any update pulled her out of all her self examination and reminded her of why this action was even required. Something was seriously off at S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury knew it. She knew it. Hell even you had changed completely since coming to work there.

No, rising from the chair now and confirming her phone was still on silent, her mind was at last made up. So opening the canister as she stood now before your sleeping form, all doubt vanished as quickly as the mist that now settled over you and began to work its way into your system as the brunette returned to her chair and vowed to show you everything she had to offer when this was all over. But first she simply had to wait for the pollen to take hold. Which actually didn't take that long at all.

Watching you tossing and turning in your sleep, Maria knew the sex pollen had started to take effect when your hands began trying to soothe the itch irritating your body though your eyes still remained closed to the world. Licking her lips as her eyes now focused on every movement, every tiny noise that escaped your lips, Maria knew her resolve couldn't hold any longer when a sheen of moisture began to slowly form along your skin. She had to act.

Rising from the chair again and this time laying down by your side, your hands still roaming over your frame were now joined by hers as she tentatively reached out and skimmed her fingers along your arm. Trailing them across your collar bones next before venturing downwards as you suddenly began coughing while Maria's lips scattered tender kisses along your arms, the moisture leaking from your core as her fingers reached their desired location told her all she really needed to know.

Your body was ready for her.

Lightly pinching and pulling on your intimate folds now as the change in your breathing indicated sleep was releasing you from its hold, Maria toyed with you for as long as she could before placing her thumb over your clit as her fingers breached your sex. Stroking your insides now as moan after sweet sounding moan mixed with the effect of the pollen on your airways, your back arched and an almost strangled bark left your lips as the orgasm she pulled from you finally forced you from your slumber.

Waking up as your eyes widened in terror now from the brunette's hand between your thighs as the feel of her lips still lingered on your skin, you somehow leaped from the bed without her interference and reaching for your gun turned it on her to find her propped up now against the headboard as if she hadn't just been caught violating you in your sleep. Trying to get your thoughts straight now even though all you really wanted was to feel her body pressed up against yours, you glanced around quickly to make sure no one else was here before turning your focus back completely on the unwelcome intruder invading your home and your pussy.

"Fuck Ms.Hill, I'd be well within my rights to shoot you and don't think I won't," you wheezed out as your eyes adjusted to the low lighting and recognized Fury's number one deputy while your breathing began to slow, "but how about you save both of us the paperwork and questions and give me one good reason not to."

"Well how about I do you one better and give you two," she replied with a smirk before bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking off your release. An action that to your horror both shocked and excited you once more as you tried to hold the gun steady in your sweaty palms when your unwanted visitor finally spoke again.

"First, and I only point this out in the spirit of full disclosure, that gun isn't loaded," and had you not been so caught off guard by this whole situation and the uncontrollable desires burning within you you would have realized that no one of Maria Hill's experience would allow an enemy's gun to remain within easy range let alone remain loaded.

No this was definitely an oversight on your part. As was your inability to notice the weight differential that would have warned you of this very fact. But chewing yourself out for this mistake would have to wait as the brunette horrified you farther with the second reason you wouldn't shoot her even if you could ... you needed her.

Reaching into her pants pocket to retrieve the now empty canister and tossing it in your direction, your right hand successfully grabbed it as the other still held the now useless gun trained on her. Confirming its previous contents on the label as Maria explained it was now taking hold of you, you finally had enough. Flicking your gaze now between her nodding head and the metal object in your hand, your finger squeezed the trigger and simply confirmed the truth of her first statement when a useless click broke the silence and no bullet left the chamber.

You were totally vulnerable it seemed in more ways than you ever thought possible.

Asking now what exactly it was she wanted from you, her walking towards you and releasing the gun and canister from your hold sent a whole new wave of questions hurtling through your mind however that had nothing to do with her purpose here. It now had more to do with your need as her touch was electrifying. Turning away from you momentarily to place the gun and the canister back on your nightstand, you could feel the urge now building within you when Maria next took hold of your shoulders and sat both of you on the bed before speaking once more.

"Okay now starlight, tell me everything you know about Pierce and what he's up to and I can give you the release both of us know your body is aching to feel," she stated as her fingers danced and squeezed along your thigh while remaining stubbornly far away from the place you now realized cried out for her attention.

Remaining lucid long enough however to realize that all the attention the past few days had simply been a spy mission to gather intelligence on your boss, your newfound sense of betrayal proved strong enough to temporarily fight off the pollen's effects as you rose from the bed and turned your furious gaze on her.

"Alexander Pierce? That's what all of this is about?,” you questioned as she simply kept quiet as if somehow knowing you still had more to say. “You break into my home. Assault me as I sleep. Then infect me with some strange sex chemical all in the hopes that I'll betray a man far more dangerous than you. You're out of your freaking mind," you yelled now and looking back on this exchange later you would actually wonder if the laugh that left your lips now was as a result of the pollen flooding your system or the absurd request of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent before you.

Either way it didn't really matter. She had to know the danger she was courting here. One of the first things you had learned upon taking up your position was that Pierce was a man not to be trifled with at the best of times and now she and possibly Nick Fury aimed to confront him when something he had been working towards for years was finally coming to fruition. No, you may not know much about what was going on at S.H.I.E.L.D. but you knew enough to keep your head down, your mouth shut and your nose well and truly out of Pierce's business.

Hill would learn nothing from you. Or at least that's what you thought.

Pacing back and forth in front of her now as she simply sat on the bed and watched you like a hawk, the cramps beginning to take hold in your stomach coupled with the heat in your core, had now intensified so much as to make you more determined than ever not to accept the situation you found yourself in. At least until Maria got serious about things.

Finally coming to stand before you and stop your incessant pacing, her questions regarding Pierce's activities, those he associated with and his dealings with the council were not going to be answered by you in your current state as the pollen finally seemed to reach its full potency the second her hands returned to your shoulders. You needed what she offered and nothing else mattered.

Leaning forward then and shutting up the litany of questions hurled in your direction as your lips crashed against the brunette's and your own hands reached out to pull her closer, Maria had the measure of you however as she moved just as quickly and tossed you back on the bed before dropping to the floor and burying her face between your legs.

Licking slowly now along your slit as your body screamed for her to take you while your hands reached down to hold her head in place, all thoughts of Pierce and his secrets were banished from your mind temporarily however as the waves within you grew stronger and stronger until they were ready to crash against the shore and offer you relief.

But that relief would never come.

Displaying a strength you never knew she possessed, Maria pulled back instead just as you were about to come and holding your hands away from your body finally let slip exactly how she planned to make you cooperate. "Oh come on now starlight, tell me what Pierce is up to or you’ll never find relief and the pollen permeating every cell in your body will ensure your demise. Surely he’s not worth that type of an excruciating death?"

Angry now that the great Maria Hill would stoop to such tactics but far more concerned with the high just beyond your reach, you were ready to give her what she wanted until a stronger emotion took hold of you ... doubt. You doubted her resolve. After all, your brain kept telling you exactly what your eyes were seeing. This was Maria Hill. No way she of all people would travel down a path like this. She had morals after all. She was one of the good guys.

No, holding on to that thought now as she simply looked down on you as you fought off the pollen's effects as best you could, this task became a whole lot easier when, with a sudden burst of strength, you kicked Maria from you and this time bolted for the bedroom door to make your escape. An escape that wasn't meant to be however.

Finding the thing locked as a sinister laugh now brought you fully back to the situation before you, you prepared to fight again only for Maria to catch you off guard, slam your back against the door and trap your naked body with her still clothed figure. Running her lips across your chest now as your breathing began to pick up again, her resolve became crystal clear now with the actions that followed. She was totally committed.

Spreading your legs apart now as her upper body still held yours in place, the heat within you sparked to life once more as Maria moved a leg between your own and gently began to glide it back and forth along your dripping snatch. Controlling the pace now as her lips continued to roam over your heated skin, the leather of her suit never felt so good until her probing questions distracted you once more.

"I told you ... I don't know anything," you panted out now before begging her to continue when Maria ceased all her actions again and the unrelenting heat now ever present in your core this time threatened to burn you up from the inside. You needed to come.

Smirking towards you now as your lower body rose forwards from the door towards hers while her hands still held you firmly in place, Maria noticed the subtle changes that indicated your resolve was just about to break and so she went in for the kill. "Do you even know what this particular sex pollen actually does I wonder?" she asked before reaching forwards and closing her lips around your left nipple as a moan unlike any she had ever heard before reached both of your ears. You were almost there.

Looking up into your tear filled eyes now as you shook your head in answer to her question, Maria pulled back once more and chuckled at your protest before moving both of you to the chair she occupied earlier. Sitting comfortably now before placing you back on the thigh that had teased you previously, she moved you along it just enough to get you worked up once more before heading back to her explanation.

"As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent I assume you're familiar with sex pollen in general, right?" she now asked and the slow nod you managed to give her as she continued to bounce you along her thigh was all the confirmation she needed that you were still with her enough to carry on her story. "Well you see, this pollen now circulating throughout your system is actually one that has been genetically modified and thanks to the little addition of my blood, no one but me will ever satisfy you."

Staring back at her now in abject horror as she tossed you to the floor while another wave of pain crashed through your abdomen, her laughter this time confirmed her tale as another wave of heat built up in your core and your fingers plunging into your folds over and over again did nothing to satiate your hunger. In fact it only made you crave her more.

Starting up her questions once more as your legs now opened wider and your fist all but disappeared into your pussy, the longing you still felt as an orgasm ripped through you and yet brought no comfort to your heaving frame, told you that answering her questions was now the only real thing that would give your body what it craved.

But could you do it?

Closing your eyes now as you thought of the consequences of betraying Pierce, you also focused in on the voice in your ear telling you that if you did indeed spill what little you knew, there was perhaps no better ally to have in your corner than Maria Hill. After all, she was Nick Fury's second-in-command and for better or worse Fury had the ear of the Avengers as well as being totally formidable in his own right. You really couldn't lose. Right?

So opening your eyes then as your body recognized Maria's voice saying these words while her hands had, without your knowledge, resumed moving your hips and pussy along her robust thigh, the relief you now felt as her pheromones invaded your senses once more while her body worked yours ever closer to release would have been the last push you needed to give in if she hadn't stopped her teasing once more just as the cliff edge made its presence known. You'd finally reached your limit.

"The Lemurian Star. If Pierce has secrets, that's where you start," you finally cried out as your body couldn't take any more teasing. You needed relief. Her lips. Her fingers. Hell you felt so wired now that you were certain her silky locks trailing up and down your oversensitive body would have sent you hurtling into an orgasm from which you may never recover. But you would take it. You would take whatever she offered.

Rising from the floor instead and leaving you to lie there now as your body still screamed for her undivided attention, Maria grabbed her phone and placing a quick call to Fury with the information you had involuntarily provided then tossed it aside before turning her full attention back on you. It was time to give you what she promised.

Picking up your still protesting body now as you begged and pleaded and promised that you didn't know anything else, her laying you back on the bed before removing her own clothes actually proved a powerful enough image to cut through your hysteria and bring you hope that your ordeal was finally about to come to an end.

Joining you then as the next twenty-four hours brought you never ending release on her thighs, fingers and tongue, hell your sex addled brain even recalled you coming powerfully as Maria's pussy rubbed itself against yours. You finally regained some measure of yourself as the brunette at last lay back against the pillows and brought your cooling body to rest along hers.

Kissing you tenderly all over now as she produced a wet cloth and cleaned your sensitive areas, her then soothing you back to sleep with the promise of more glorious days ahead was enough of a balm to ease your anxiety when she finally got the call that signaled shit was about to hit the fan. Reassuring you now as she dressed quickly that Pierce was no longer going to be a problem, she kissed you just as swiftly before ushering you into the shower while she moved around your room picking up the few items she deemed necessary for your continued survival.

Thankful now for the first time that you never really made this place your home, ten minutes later had both of you scrambling down the fire escape while another twenty minutes after that had her dropping you off at a safe house with the explicit instruction not to move until you heard back from her.

Watching her drive away then as an ache in your heart joined the ache building again between your legs, entering the safe house to find lingering vestiges of the woman that now formed an integral part of your being proved enough of a balm as you picked up a t-shirt from the couch, walked through the building until you found the bedroom and buried yourself in her calming scent. Remaining cocooned there then until word reached you that S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had actually fallen, your heart beat a little easier with the realization that Maria would once again be by your side as soon as the dust had settled.

Returning then to sleep's embrace as the memories of soaking her thighs competed with the ones of her lips suckling on your tits threatened to reignite the fire within you, the reality of waking up some time later to find Maria's head firmly attached to your pussy simply confirmed now what your future looked like. Pierce was gone, your life was now your own once more and Maria it seemed was determined to show your body all the pleasure it never knew existed. Pulling you from sleep now with yet another earth shattering release as Maria's tongue pistoned into your flower while her fingers pinched and pulled your sensitive nipples, you finally accepted that your role in this fiasco had totally been worth the price you ultimately paid.

#dark!Maria Hill x Female Reader #Maria Hill #maria hill fanfiction #the slumber party #writing challenge #bingo card

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ares-writess · 2 years

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MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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We Were Just Kids

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Trained at a young age and losing everyone you looked up to, you thought you had everything taken away from you. It's not until you met a boy your age and find out you two have a lot in common.

a/n: [08/11] I made a new ending for this one because I wasn't satisfied with it. I'm kinda hoping that this would become a series if I have time on my hands.

You can't remember a time where you felt normal.

Sure, you didn't have powers or was from an alien planet, but you had a not-so-normal upbringing.

Your mom was one of the finest agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. She was the only family you had, and you always looked up to her, wishing that you too would be an agent just like her.

Then, everything changed when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell in 2014.

You were at school when it happened. Everyone gathered around the windows, screaming at the helicarriers plummeting down in the city. You realized that your mom was working that day and you called her on a burner phone she gave you in emergencies, hoping that she would pick up.

She did on the last ring, and you were so relieved that she wasn't near the catastrophe.

"Mom! Where are you? I'm scared" you said on your phone.

She hesitates before replying, and you could tell that she was beginning to cry.

"I know, honey. It's ok." she said.

"Please come get me, mom. I don't want to be here." You cried in the phone.

"I can't." she said.

"I know you need to help others but when you're done-"

"No, honey. I can't be with you."

"I don't understand, please mom I'm so scared." you begged.

She draws in a breath and said her last goodbye.

"You'll understand soon. I love you." she whispered as she hung up on you.

You stare at your phone in disbelief. You then fall on your knees, crying in the middle of your class as they were too busy watching the destruction around them.

It wasn't until a couple hours later, you were the last kid to be picked up at your school. You were sitting at the outside of your principal's office, waiting for someone... or anyone to take you.

You then look up to see Agent Maria, a friend of your mom's, go up to you as she knelt down to your level.

"Hi sweetie." she said softly.

"Where's my mom?" You sniffled out.

She takes a deep breath and looks at you with sad eyes.

"There's something you need to know, but for now... you're going to stay with me for awhile." She said. You got out of your seat and hugged her tightly, not knowing what going to hit you.

Once Agent Maria took you in, she explained what really happened at the base of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Alexander Pierce was apart of HYDRA and planned to kill anyone who'd tear them down. Captain America and a few others were able to stop their plans at a cost. Natasha Romanoff exposed every HYDRA agent in the world.

And one of them was your mother.

She fell off the face of the Earth, leaving a broken-hearted 8 year old behind.

You swore from then on, you'd find your mother and bring her in.

Even if Maria wasn't a formal agent, she taught you self defense.

Fury came from time to time as he was visiting old friends (which you learned that Agent Phil Coulson was alive, thank God.) Fury taught you valuable skills on how to survive.

Those skills worked in handy as you were left in the middle of the street, seeing the people who took you in fade into dust.

You had no where else to go.

The avengers were somehow a mess and you didn't want to bring yourself on their doorstep. What are they going to do with a teenager?

The government placed you in a home and it was hell from there. You were so angry at the world that you decided to run away. You still had a mission to fulfill. Sure you weren't at the legal age to own an apartment or drive a car, but nothing was going to stop you from getting justice.

So by 13, you lived on the streets, surviving any way you can. Pickpocketing wasn't an honest way of getting by, but it made due. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong person to steal from:

Happy Hogan.

You didn't recognize him as first as he was always next to his infamous boss. He was alone at first, and you noticed that he was wearing suit.

Fancy suit meant big wallet.

Sly as you could be, you "accidentally" bumped into him and stole his wallet from his suit. You then made a run for it, but you felt yourself being knocked down by an invisible force.

"See? I told you your wallet wouldn't be away from you five feet away." a voice chirped out.

"Better than the electricity one, the last guy almost went into shock."

You then see Happy stare down at you, his eyes squinting as he doesn't believe who stole from him.

"Tony, it's just a kid." Happy said as he retrieved his wallet from your hand, releasing you from the invisible force.

Tony bends down to see you, and his thoughts settle in as he remembered you.

"Not just any kid..." Tony said, feeling his heart pulled by the strings.

He recognized you, as you sometimes stopped by the office with Maria. He then took you out for lunch at a nearby place, as you were probably starving.

You dug in your food, then suddenly realized that Mr. Stark was staring at you.

You wiped your mouth, feeling a bit judged by how starving you were.

"I read your file, I'm sorry about what happened to you."

You don't reply as you leaned back in your chair.

"It's not ideal but I've been getting by just fine."

"You don't have to." he replied.

"What, you're going to adopt me or something?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Tony doesn't say anything.

"Oh god, you're serious." You said as you straightened in your seat.

"Look, I don't know how you've lived in the system. But I know a thing or two about being alone growing up. I don't want another kid growing up without guidance."

You look at his solemn state "It sounds like you had experience bringing up kids."

He chuckles bitterly and stares off in the window.

"Yeah, something like that."

From then on, you were fostered by Tony and Pepper. You all moved to a cabin in a peaceful forest when Pepper became pregnant.

It was nice being brought up in the countryside. Tony personally taught you everything he knew. For once, you found normalcy again, not worrying about your next meal. You finally became apart of a family.

But it wasn't the same after Tony sacrificed his life for the people who lost theirs.

You weren't there when it happened, you promised Pepper you would protect Morgan when she flew to the battle. You also thought that Tony wouldn't forgive himself either if the same thing happened to a kid he looked out for.

A kid like Peter Parker.

Tony didn't like talking about him like he past on. You often saw him crying over a picture frame he had by the sink, and tries to get over it with a quick joke.

Now, you really need a laugh. Especially on this day.

Everyone came to the cabin to hear the last words of Tony. All of the avengers came to say goodbye to their friend, to their brother.

Fury was in the back, silent since you've seen him. Maria tried to talk to you but you weren't ready. To her, she saw a little girl who was overcoming the grief of a parent just hours ago. Now, you were almost 17 and just lost another person in your life. You'd think you would get used to the loss, but it still hurts.

You were the last one that stayed by the river, sitting on a bed of grass as you saw the sun about to set.

"Excuse me?" a voice said out loud.

You broke out of your trance and look up to Peter who had a small plate of food in his hands.

"My aunt May thought you'd like some food if you're hungry." He said.

You give him a small smile.

"Thank you." you said in a small voice.

He sat by you as he gave you your plate, already taking a bite. You turn to see Peter staring off in the sun. His eyes still looked puffy from crying all day. He looks back at you and wipes his face, conscious that he still looks like a mess.

"I'm sorry, you probably want to just be by yourself. I totally understand if-"

"Peter." you interrupted his rambling.

His eyes widen. You know his name.

"I'd like the company if that's ok with you." you whispered.

He nods his head as you both look forward.

"He talked about you, you know. Told Morgan and me stories, like the time you chased after a guy with alien tech and almost got hyperthermia."

Peter chuckles, looking down.

"Yeah, that was a stupid thing to do." he says to himself.

"We were just kids. It's not like we're going to listen to people." You said to reassure him.

"I wish I'd listen to him. If I wasn't on that planet..." He said, already reliving the memory inside his head.

"Regretting doesn't do much, Pete. I've learned that the hard way. But by the looks of it, you still have so many people to love. Don't let that stop you." You said, looking over your shoulder.

Peter does the same and sees his aunt comforting Happy. they didn't talk, but she just held his hand.

At the same time, Maria walks out from the cabin and looks at you.

"By the looks of it, you have someone too." he says.

You turn away slowly, bringing your knees up to your chest.

"Yeah, I do." You said, trying to convince yourself.

"Sissy?" a young voice calls out to your nickname.

You turn to see Morgan walking toward you.

"Hey Morgan." You smiled, letting her sit in your lap as you hugged her. Peter is in awe of her.

She whispers something to you, making you smile.

"She's asking if you're Petey, the one in dad's stories." You said.

Peter smiles, chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm Petey. It's nice to meet you, Morgan." He said, lifting his hand for her to shake.

She takes his hand and shakes it, smiling at him. Morgan asks him a lot of questions, making Peter raise his spirits. Soon when it got dark, the little Stark begins to fall asleep in your arms. You decide to get up from where you sat and walked with Peter.

You walk up to Pepper who had her arms out for her, and also gives you a warm hug, kissing the top of your head.

Soon, you were walking over to say goodbye to Peter.

"What are you going to do now?" You ask.

"I'm going back to school. I want to see my friends again. How about you?" he asks.

You inhale, then quickly releasing a breath.

"I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure it out. I realized I have unfinished business with someone else. Don't worry about me." You smirk.

Peter's lips turn into a line as he shifts in his stance.

"You know, if you ever find yourself in Queens, don't be a stranger."

You smile at him, remembering how Tony said that Peter was always bright light for others.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call sometime"

You two exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes as him and his aunt drove out of the driveway to head to a hotel nearby. You walk inside as you see Pepper holding Morgan to go upstairs to tuck her in.

You then turned to see Maria sat by the couches and Fury by the kitchen island.

"Judging by your faces, you're leaving again." You said, crossing your arms.

Maria looks down in her lap as Fury speaks up.

"There's a lot at stake right now, and we're talking to Carol Danvers about our plans."

You make a face as you cross your arms.

"You guys are going to space?" you ask.

"Told you she'll figure it out." Fury side glanced to Maria. She stands up and goes up to you.

"We're sending two friends to fill our places. They'll give you intel about our mission, so you can trust them."

You roll your eyes at her. "And here I am thinking that you wanted me to live with you again." You said.

Maria doesn't say anything, but she feels a bit hurt from your words.

"That's not the only reason why we wanted to stay and talk."

"Your mom resurfaced." Fury said, ripping off the bandaid.

"What?" you ask.

Fury goes up to you, giving you his phone. You look at your phone and see her on a patio, looking outward. She looks older, her features sharper than before.

This wasn't the mother you knew.

"Apparently, she was found in Venice. We believe that's where she's been residing for the past few years. No one knows what she's up to now, but we need someone to find her. It may take some months, so we're trusting you to do it."

You try to muster out words.

"But, Pepper and Morgan- I can't leave them behind. Not when Tony..." You couldn't even finish your sentence.

Maria looks at Fury, almost like she was discouraging this, but he marched on.

"You're the only person that can reach your mom. No one knows what she's been doing and we need to know if we need to bring her down."

You look up to the steps of where your family went up. You know they'll be safe and they'll have each other.

"Okay. I'll do it." You said, giving back Fury his phone.

"We will form a task force from our choosing, including someone to help you on your mission." Maria said.

"Who?" you ask.

"You just met him." Fury said.

You were about to ask again, but your eyes widen, turning your head to the picture frame Tony always looked at with his best intern:

Spider-man.

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