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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) Pt. 5 (Loki x Reader)

Loki’s turn to be a woman in every sense. Guys normally react pretty badly to our level of cramping but I don’t make Loki react too badly because he’s a warrior and probably has felt worse pain. If anything it’s more uncomfortable for him but not enough to warrant much reaction!

Finally.

It’s Loki’s turn to suffer.

You hadn’t come up with a way to get back at the god but karma was a bitch.

Loki walked into the kitchen and because of his obvious mood the team became quiet. You’re pretty sure the temperature dropped like five degrees too.

“Who pushed you out the wrong side of bed, seeing as you haven’t had your cereal yet?” Tony asked.

You snorted into your bite of eggs.

Loki scathingly looked at you and Tony.

“I will piss on your mother’s grave, Stark.” Loki bites at the man.

“Loki!” You yelled at the man. Going for Tony’s mother was off limits. Kind of like how the team didn’t ask questions about Loki’s true parentage.

Tony waved you off with a smile.

“Oh, you didn’t get pushed out of bed. You woke up with a big red spot on the sheets, didn’t you?” Tony says with a light voice.

Realization dawns on you. Loki drops the bagel he had picked up and looks to you with squinted eyes.

Loki had obviously never dealt with this when he shapeshifted.

You quickly stand, gather Loki’s breakfast and push him out of the kitchen, with little resistance, and towards the direction of your room. Ignoring the Avengers questions and concerns. You were so worried you left your own breakfast.

When you both reach your floor. You make him set his breakfast down in the living room, then push Loki to your bathroom and have him sit on the toilet.

It’s too silent so you start talking to fill it.

“Usually when I’m about to start I get extremely horny the week before. Then when the actual day hits I’m cramping like crazy, mostly in my lower back.” You explain as you pull out a bunch of pads from under your sink.

Loki looks at you with something akin to fear but it’s not quite fear, when you glance at him.

“That explains the pain...” Loki whispers with realization.

“The second day is the heaviest so you’ll need to check your pad more so than usual and keep a bottle of Midol nearby because the cramping is terrible. Wait, do Earth medicines even work on you?” You ask the god, freezing your looking to look at him but continue when he shrugs at you.

“The second day you’re also going to deal with mood swings, like, bad so maybe stay away from people?” You tell Loki as you realize you didn’t give him night pads so you search under your sink again.

“The third day it lightens up and usually my hormones balance out. The fourth day you’ll still need to wear a pad, it’ll only be spotting but it’ll spot enough to bleed through your clothes. If you feel like randomly crying at the smallest things, or even something as random as someone sneezing that is normal.” You explain to Loki.

“Wait, I have read about periods, to an extent, but why am I having one exactly?” Loki asks.

You leave the room to find a plastic bag for all the stuff you’re giving Loki, when you come back you explain to Loki who sits there patiently. “Your uterus is shedding it’s walls because you’re not pregnant.”

Loki squints at you.

“How many times does this occur in your lifetime?”

“Once a month till you hit menopause.” You tell him flippantly.

You smile as Loki looks bewildered.

“When do you experience menopause and when do periods generally begin?”

“Usually around fifty and they start around twelve but can start as early as eight years old.” You shrug down at him.

Loki closes his eyes, rubs a hand over his face with a sigh. When his hand drops he shakes his head. “And males have the gall to call presenting females weak.”

You actually laugh at that causing Loki to softly smile up at you.

“I uh, suggest buying some panties that you don’t care about, comfortable too, because you’re going to get blood on them whether you like it or not. I would offer you my panties but that is...gross, for some reason, even if you are in my body.” You babble out to Loki who nods at you as he stands.

You throw the pads he holds into the plastic bag you hold, throw the nightly pads in, throw in a new bottle of Midol then hand it to him.

“Eat with me, I’ll answer all your questions after you put a pad on of course.” You tell Loki, leaving the bathroom. You’re pretty sure he can figure out the pad.

You sit waiting in the living room on the big couch.

Loki comes out of your room not long after and sits next to you, pulling his plate from the coffee table and getting comfy.

You’re shocked but Loki decided to sit pushed up against you. You wrap an arm around his shoulders which causes him make a happy noise while he chews and leans into your arm.

“I guess this explains last night.” You say randomly thinking about the way Loki reacted to you yesterday.

Loki chews through his honey bagel and nods.

“It also explains why I’ve been getting wet for the past few days.” He admits without thought.

You look down at him with a raised brow. “Oh?”

“Yes. There was a time where Steve was lifting something heavy and seeing his muscles bulge made me wet.” Loki explains, eating away, not looking at you but speaking as if he has no care about what he’s sharing. Another milestone you figure.

“There was a moment where you were laughing at something Tony said and that made me wet, I could not fathom why.”

You laugh a little shocked Loki is sharing this with you.

“Also, when you were hard that made me wet.” Loki finishes starting to pick at some grapes you had grabbed for him.

“You’ll tell me you got wet but refuse to tell me you have feelings?” You ask teasingly.

Loki glares at you.

You smile.

Loki goes back to his food and you settle further into the couch causing Loki to further settle into your arm.

“I thought periods last for seven days, did I read false information? Why do yours only last four?” Loki asks after he’s chewed through some of his food.

You hum. “Well everyone is different. Some people last three days, some last the usual seven, some people don’t have them monthly, some do.” You explain. “However if they don’t have them monthly that’s because of a disorder or because they’re young and haven’t balanced out yet.” You thoughtlessly explain better.

Loki is quiet for a bit but then asks. “And you did not know this period was coming?”

You laugh lightly as your hand around Loki’s shoulders plays with your hair. It’s soft and silky. “Well, I don’t take birth control, I had a bad reaction to the one’s they gave me so I can’t really predict when they’re going to hit me. I can generalize between a few weeks but that’s it.”

Loki hums, licking honey off his fingers. It’s just as cute as it sounds.

It’s only four hours later when Loki starts.

You had both moved back into the general public of the tower. You had needed to eat more since you didn’t finish your breakfast then settled in the common area.

You were sitting on the couch with Natasha wrapped in your arms and Clint trying to burrow into your side when Loki made an exclamation crossed with a groan, an arm wrapping along his stomach from across the room where he was reading.

You perk up and look at him as he looks at you with wide eyes.

Natasha knowing what’s going on says, “It’s normal if you feel like you’re pissing yourself, you’re fine.”

Loki relaxes and nods.

“That’s nasty, Nat.” Clint huffs.

“It is a natural event for a woman’s body, something they cannot control and you dare call it nasty?” Loki hisses at Clint.

“There’s blood man!”

“You see more blood on missions, is there a difference?” Loki points out.

You’re smiling with Natasha, looking between Loki and Clint like it’s a tennis match.

“Well, it comes out of their vagina.” Clint weakly argues back.

“I have no doubt you’ve put your mouth on a vagina and that failed to gross you out, your arguments are irrelevant.” Loki says going back to his book.

Clint lets a pitiful noise out of his mouth and looks to you and Nat.

“Don’t look at us, we’re on his side.” Nat says with a shrug, settling back into you. You laugh as Clint rolls his eyes.

You watch Loki out of the corner of your eye as you converse with Nat and Clint. Loki has an uncomfortable look on his face and his arm is still wrapped around his stomach.

You tell Nat you need to get up and she groans but allows you to. Then, she climbs onto Clint.

Out of everyone in the tower you did not expect Natasha to be the most affectionate.

You grab Loki’s attention and get him to follow you back to your floor, again. When you have him laying on your bed you search in your bathroom for what you seek.

Coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later you show Loki what you have by holding it up in both hands with a satisfied smile. It’s old fashioned, you probably should just buy a heating pad, but this was given to you by your mother and you can’t let go of it because of sentiment.

“What is that?” Loki asks with confusion etching his face, propped up on his elbow. He stares at the orange, rubber bag you hold. It’s the size of a decorative pillow.

“A water bottle.”

“Are you expecting me to drink it?” He asks slowly.

“No.” You laugh and make your way over to him.

When you’ve climbed into the bed and cuddled up to Loki you place the warm bottle on his lower stomach and Loki actually groans.

“I understand the intended use now.” He says in a grateful voice as the heat of the bottle penetrates his aching stomach.

You smile at him but turn your attention to putting on a movie so Loki may rest here for awhile.

See, thing is, it doesn’t stop. The cuddling, that is.

The next day Loki comes to you and asks if he may use your water bottle. When you tell him yes and go to give it to him he holds it, looking at it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Would you mind.....holding me as I use this?” Loki says in a soft voice, as if afraid he’s going to be rejected.

You can see tears welling up in his eyes when he looks up at you, which you blame on the period. You smile at Loki and nod.

“Of course.”

As you lay there with Loki wrapped in your arms, a movie playing in the background, he says, “While I am trying to keep an open mind about this whole situation, the blood clots are disgusting.”

You laugh, causing Loki to smile up at you.

“Have you bled through yet?” You ask him after awhile, curious.

Loki scoffs. “Yes. I was wearing a nice pair of pants at the time. Natasha promised to get the blood out though.” He says with a frown.

“If anyone here knows how to get blood out of clothes, Natasha would be the expert.” You chuckle out.

“I must apologize to her. I was a bit snappy at the time because of the frustration of ruining a perfectly good pair of pants. She was close and received the brunt of my frustration.” Loki says, his fingers trailing down the side of your chest as he spoke, his eyes trained on the movie though.

Loki must not be ticklish, you absently think as his fingers drag over your sides and you don’t react.

It happens again the next day. The day after that too, you both cuddle with the bottle and watch movies.

When the period ends Loki still comes to your room and cuddles with you. It’s a routine now. Every evening, if there is nothing going on, Loki comes and you both relax into each other and watch movies and tv shows, casually talking or teasing the people in the movies. You refrain from teasing Loki personally until after the period has passed because you’d feel bad if you made him cry.

It’s nice, to say the least.

What you don’t expect is Loki almost kissing you one day.

It was a normal day, you were cuddling and watching Die Hard, teasing the actor when things were way exaggerated. You had been rambling on about how some of the action scenes could have ended had Bruce’s character did something else. You had noticed Loki looking at you with a twinkle in his eye but said nothing about it. You really looked down at him when he grabbed your chin and angled it just enough to where he could reach your lips.

Loki pushes and crawls up, you laying beneath him, frozen. Your eyes roam his face, it’s a little weird looking at your face but you’re too invested in the moment, to invested in the switching bodies thing. His lips come to hover over yours, close enough you could close the distance in a blink but you stay rooted to the bed. You both breath each other in, eyes memorizing everything about this moment.

Then the moment passes and Loki pulls from you. You let out a deep breath and blink.

Surprisingly, Loki did not run, instead he cuddled back into you and continued conversation as if nothing had happened. You replied back casually, if not a little shaky from the anticipation you had just experienced.

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#loki x reader #easy aim #easy aim pt.5 #loki gif #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #reader insert #my writing #i read over this like 8 times or more because i wanted to put more situations in it where we experience loki and the period #but i couldnt find a way to add them in without disrupting the flow of the sotry #story*#idk imma let this sit in my drafts for a bit and see if i come up with a way to put a new part in it #we'll see #body switching au #i couldnt come up with anything more to add sorry like i just dont find periods that eventful cuz i only experience mood swings and cramps #other than that everything is calm #and i dont want to write something wrong if i did make it to where he gets sick and stuff cuz i dont have anyone i can talk to about this #all my friends are male 😅#and i dont want to message people on here and be like hey what kind of periods do you have?! XDDDD

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost in Zero Gravity (P.14)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Fourteen) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,786 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: F/N = fake name. Chapter is mostly Steve and contrasting how he is with her compared to Tony when they're alone.

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You pushed yourself away from the table, grimacing at the tug in your lower back after having been shoved into the same position for that length of time. Well, that had been jolting but not entirely unexpected considering Steve’s temper. He was right about one thing: it was easier to please Tony most of the time.

Taking your time, picking up your bottoms, you walked to the bedroom and put them in your hamper. Luna was snuggled up on the end of the bed and lifted her head seeing you come in. You walked over and gave her a quick couple scratches on the head before moving to take your top off as well. You should shower considering Steve’s cum was drying on your inner thighs.

Steve was already lathered up in the shower when you walked in. He adjusted the head of the shower to hit you as he continued washing yourself down. He handed you your shampoo and turned the water back to him.

He got out first, leaving you to finish up. You heard his razor turn on, seeing him start to trim up his beard on his neck through the fogged glass. He was meticulous about it.

Turning the shower off, you reached out, grabbing your towel. You dried yourself off before stepping out and wrapping it around yourself, your eyes piercing the back of his head. You had something you wanted to ask and you did not know if right now was a good time.

“What are you hovering for?” Steve asked, his eyes not leaving the mirror.

You wrapped your towel tighter around yourself and asked timidly, “So, I was hoping I could go shopping?”

“For what?” he asked, brushing at his neck, not looking over at you.

“Christmas presents.”

“I’ll tell Terrence and Daryl when they’re back Monday. You know they don’t work weekends now. I don’t wanna send you with Eric or Wylan.”

“I could go with a friend?” you ventured. Steve stopped and looked at you for the first time during the conversation, unimpressed. You corrected, “Or I can wait.” He turned back around and finished up brushing his neck off. You wanted to get out of the apartment and even if it was with him after he had just done what he had done, you were willing to bite the bullet. Stepping closer, you saw him eye you through the mirror, and you tried again, “Or you could take me?”

Steve looked at you curiously for a few moments before putting his razor back in its holder. He nodded softly, “You could go with me. I haven’t taken you anywhere for a while, have I? I have plans for us on Monday night but tonight wouldn’t hurt too.” He turned to face you, reaching out to cup you underneath the chin. “And after that performance out in the kitchen, you do deserve a reward I would say.”

His ability to flip flop on his temperament was astounding.

“Incentivize you to keep it up and all.”

There it was.

“Wish I had brought a change of clothes, but showering works well enough, I suppose,” Steve said. “We can go after dinner. I should probably start looking for some gifts too.”

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Steve followed behind you in the stores, keeping a distance but always keeping you in sight. When you started picking things up though in one store that you thought would be good gifts, he closed the distance, coming up to take them from you and carry them. The third time he did it, you saw one of the salesclerks watching the scene and her face was scrutinizing, judgmental. She was looking between Steve dressed the way he was looking very upper class and you in your jeans with your lowcut crop top and jacket you had thrown on; you were sure the two of you looked a pair. You ducked your head, turning away from her. Steve noticed and he turned his head to level the clerk with a look.

“If you haven’t noticed, my hands are getting a little full. Do you have a bag or a basket you could offer me and my girlfriend?” he asked coolly.

Your eye widened not only at his tone but his use of the world ‘girlfriend’, not daring to look at the woman.

“O-of course, sir. Hold on,” you heard her say.

Steve leaned in and said, “She’s just jealous, dove. Ignore her. Keep going. I’ll be right behind you.” He gave you a little nudge in the leg with his, encouraging you, and you did as he asked.

The woman kept her face and tone neutral when Steve put the basket on the counter when you were ready and handed over his credit card, you standing behind him. Steve gave the woman a tight-lipped smile and a clipped goodbye before turning and grasping your hand, leading you out of the store. You tossed one more look over your shoulder at the woman and she was still staring, shaking her head when she saw you looking. You swallowed sharply and looked forward again, trying to believe what Steve had said and ignore her.

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The following night, you startled awake hearing noise in your room. You sat up quickly, seeing a figure by the door.

“Shh, it’s me,” Steve said, instantly relaxing you.

Rubbing at your eyes, you pressed at your phone and saw it was almost 2:00am. Steve was moving around the room, using only the light from the hallway coming through the crack in the door to guide him. You settled back down, wrapping yourself back up in your comforter as you gave a little shiver at the cold. Your room was set at a good temperature but the loss of the heat in your blankets was noticeable. You loved winter but sometimes the cold was unbearable here in New York.

You groaned when Steve lifted the blankets up again.

“Shh,” Steve breathed pulling the comforter up and slipping underneath the covers with you.

“Steve, it’s cold,” you complained.

He let out a low laugh as he folded himself up against you, pulling you close, and you knew immediately he was not dressed which only meant one thing. “Good thing I’m here then, hmm?”

His hand came up, unbuttoning the top buttons on your flannel top. His hand slipped in, cupping your breast, grinding his pelvis into your back side.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” you muttered, trying to burrow yourself deeper in the blankets.

“I’m just trying to help warm you up,” Steve breathed, his lips trailing along your exposed neck.

You made to complain again but his other hand snaked underneath your neck, pulling you to him and silencing you with a rough kiss, his hand moving quickly to work at the rest of your buttons. His tongue slipped into your mouth, swirling. Your shirt was open now and his hand slipped down your bare stomach to the band of your bottoms. His hand was warm as it cupped at your sex, his fingers sliding down, teasingly.

Steve had barely let you come up for air and when he did you inhaled deeply, causing him to chuckle lightly as he moved down to kiss at your neck. “Get naked for me, dove.” You did as he asked and he pulled you back to him, your back pressed to his chest. His thumb traced your pearl, and you bit your lip, trying to hold in a whine. He bit roughly at your neck and you gasped. He laid puckering kisses and said, “There we are. Don’t hold back, dove. I wanna hear it. Every single breath. Beg for me.”

One of his fingers entered, another following quickly. Curling up, he reached for your core. Your breath hitched, soft moans dropping from your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” Steve husked. You could feel his hard cock pressed into your ass as he slowly ground himself into you. His thumb left your clit and he slowed his fingers. “Come on. I know you can beg. You sound so sweet when you do.”

“More,” you rasped, your hand coming up to squeeze at your nipple.

Steve’s hand at your neck squeezed in causing you to turn your head, his nose inches from yours. He warned, “Stop that, I didn’t tell you to do that. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Your hand stilled at your breast and he slowed his fingers down even more, much to your disappointment.

“Please fuck me,” you said, staring into his eyes.

His fingers started moving again and he asked, still keeping eye contact. His eyes flashed as he asked, “How do you want it, you dirty slut?”

“Really hard. I want you to fuck me…” You hitched again as he pushed a third finger in.

Steve’s fingers were gone, and he hooked your leg up just enough to press his head at your folds and he pushed in agonizingly slow.

“What was that? You didn’t finish,” Steve purred pressing his nose to yours, holding you close, fully seated inside.

“I want you to fuck me really hard!” you begged. “Please!”

Steve gave a little laugh, pulling away, his grip loosening on your throat. He nipped at your earlobe. “Well, since you are asking so nicely.”

He pulled out and thrusted back in, jolting you but he held you tight as he used you over and over. Face pressed into your pillow, you one hand was digging into the mattress beside you and the other gripping his forearm.

“I think I like it like this the most,” Steve growled, kissing roughly at your shoulder, his teeth dragging. “Holding you like this… having you begging for me. You like it, baby?”

“Y-yes,” you sputtered. “Yes, please don’t stop.”

“You beg so beautifully… so goddamn sexy,” Steve said, giving a hard thrust. He adjusted your leg and drove deeper, brushing your core with each movement, drawing low moans from you. His lips pressed to your cheek and he told you, “You want me to touch you? Hmm?” You nodded fervently and he demanded, “I didn’t hear that.”

Nodding again, you gasped, “Yes, please. Please touch me, Steve.”

“You’re gonna have to help me out then, baby,” he grunted, his hand leaving your thigh to grasp yours and yank it to your thigh. You followed his unspoken order, holding your thigh as his hand fell down to your clit, stroking you as he resumed.

It was coming on quick with him hitting your g spot and playing with your clit. Your breath quickened, pressing your face into the pillow.

“Look at me,” Steve demanded, his hand tightening on your throat again.

Turning your head back to him, you bit your lip, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you sped towards tipping over. Your eyes unfocused as it washed over you, your body shaking with release. Steve was praising you over the roar in your ear, his fingers still stroking you rapidly, extending your orgasm. Steve’s thrusts were becoming more controlled, focusing on stimulating his head. He felt your hold going lax on your leg and he came up to hold it for you as you came down.

He was panting broken sentences into your collarbone and he gave a thrust followed by a loud groan. He pulled out slowly and back in and you felt the heat deep inside. His grip on you was still tight, you wrapped up in his embrace as he exhaled heavily into your neck. He had gotten you off this time thankfully.

Steve pulled out, adjusting up behind you. His cleared his throat, pulling the blanket back up.

“Warm enough yet?” he quipped. You laughed at that, much to his amusement. He planted another kiss on your temple. “I’m leaving you a dress and shoes for tomorrow night.”

You had forgotten he had told you he had plans for tomorrow. “Where are we going?”

“Gala fundraiser.”

“Why am I going?”

“Because I want you to,” Steve said simply.

“But…” you started to ask but trailed off. You were weary about bringing up his wife. He seemed to pick up on what you were getting at regardless.

“She’s going out of town to her friend’s,” Steve muttered, squeezing you a little tighter. “So, don’t worry about it. I don’t wanna show up alone and who better to come with me than you? It’ll be fun. Free food, free drinks.”

“Is it really free if you’re donating money to them for the fundraiser?”

Steve snorted and said, “Touche. Regardless, it’ll be fun. Trust me.”

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The evening gown was a polar opposite of what Tony had selected for you to wear in Monaco. It was elegant, long, and silver. Your fingers traced the beading along the bust; it was shiny, very much like sparkling snow. Perfect for a winter gala.

You were waiting with your hair and makeup done, not wanting to put the dress and shoes on until closer to 5:00 when Steve was supposed to come get you. It was an anxious wait, even being just an hour, you just watching the clock, pacing, trying to focus on the TV show you turned on. When it was close enough to 5:00 and you put the dress on, you realized you could not zip it up the back yourself anyway.

Swearing under your breath, you walked out of the bedroom, thinking you could go into the hall and ask Terrence for help. Just as you were going to open the door, you heard the key. You stumbled back trying to get away before Steve could swing the door open and catch you in the face.

He was dressed in a tux with a bow tie you took in as you ran your eyes up and down him. He looked damn good.

Steve gave you a confused look as he closed the door behind him. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you responded quickly. “I just need help.”

“With what?”

“This,” you told him. “I couldn’t get it myself.” You turned around and he placed the bag he was carrying down before coming up to you. He zipped it up and clasped the top gently, being careful to not tear the lace bodice.

You started to turn around and he ordered, “Stay there.” You did as he asked, adjusting the dress at your waist. He was rummaging through the bag and you heard him open something. His hands came around your neck and you looked down seeing a necklace.

“Your name is F/N for the night,” Steve said, clasping the necklace. His hands lingered on your shoulders, running down your arms to clasp. He turned you around and prodded, “Got it?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“Don’t need to be putting your real name out there,” Steve went on. His eyes moved down to the necklace and he adjusted it on your collar. His lip upturned, “I was right. The aquamarine looks great with the dress. Very wintery.” He noticed you had put earrings in, and he touched at them. “You’re gonna have to take those out. I got you some to match the necklace.” He turned around and grabbed a small box, handing it to you.

“Right. Thank you,” you said, taking it from him. You moved down the hallway towards the bathroom to put your other ones away and replace them. You traced your finger over the studs, wondering how much he had spent on this outfit.

Steve gave you a pleased smile when you came back down the hall. “You look perfect, dove.” He held out his hand and said, “Let’s go.”

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“And who is this?”

“A friend. F/N.” Steve said, and you wondered how he could say something that was so plainly a lie. And to your immense shock the people at the table seemed to just accept it. You knew it was common for rich men to bring escorts like you on dates but when these people seemed to know Steve’s wife, that seemed… off. Then again, Steve was a different breed with his level of influence and calling him out on it was probably not smart. “Cecile is out of town and I didn’t want to show up alone. Not a great look.”

“No, no it’s not,” one of the other men at the table joked, smiling, and you saw him clasp the girl’s hand next to him. You had been wrongly assuming that the woman to his right was his date. The girl flashed you a small smile across the table in solidarity; you guys could pick each other out of a crowd.

“It’s an 8-course meal, so pace yourself,” Steve told you out of the corner of his mouth.

You sat there trying to figure out what all the courses would be; you had only had a 6-course meal. Hors d’oeuvres – which you had already had before sitting down –, soup, appetizer, salad, main course, and dessert. Were there going to be two appetizers? Two desserts? You would just have to pace yourself like he said, it was rude to not at least try the plate and you did not want to draw any unwanted attention to yourself or Steve, for that matter.

Sorbet came after the main course and you thought it was the dessert to only come to find out that no, it was not.

“Why are they serving two desserts? Also, what is the eighth?” you could not help but to murmur to Steve, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Steve looked tickled and whispered back, “That wasn’t dessert, dove. That was a palate cleanser. This is dessert. And then we will have a mignardise. And then we will be done, free to wander.”

“Good, because my butt hurts from sitting in this chair,” you said back, causing Steve’s lips to twitch in amusement as he held back a laugh.

Your ass was not hurting now but walking around in the heels you were wearing was not doing your feet any favors now. You hoped Steve was almost done making rounds to speak to people. Your attention was drawn suddenly to a familiar face in the crowd. You narrowed your eyes, finding Laurie staring directly back at you. He had been watching, that was clear. He raised his glass to you and your lips parted in surprise that he recognized you in return. You yourself had a knack for remembering faces and it seemed he did as well. He smirked at your expression before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a drink. He got blocked by the crowd again and you forced yourself to look forward again.

You went to squeeze Steve’s arm to tell him but hesitated. It was not that odd that another rich guy would be at an event like this, especially one that Tony had told you was in the same criminal enterprise business as them. It might not be even worth the time to tell him.

Steve looped arms with you again, pulling you away from this group and moved on through the crowd. You shot a look over your shoulder and were unable to see Laurie anymore.

“What are you looking for?” Steve questioned.

Meeting his eyes, you shrugged, “Nothing. I just… thought I saw someone. Are we leaving yet?”

Steve snorted, “Bored?”

“My feet hurt.”

“My, my, you are just falling apart tonight, aren’t you?” Steve teased quietly. He brought your hand up to his mouth, giving it a kiss. “Fine. We will head home in a few.”

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Steve got into the elevator to go up to Y/N’s floor. He clutched the bag he was carrying and tapped his foot, waiting to get off. When the doors opened, Eric was waiting in the hallway and he said, “Hey, boss.” Steve stopped and came over to him. “She’s got a friend over. Y/N.”

“Who?” Steve asked immediately.

Eric shrugged and said, “I think it’s one of the brothel girls. I recognized her but don’t quote me on it. Tony spoke to her when we went there I think? She was holding the cat?”

Steve could recall the girl vaguely. “Right. Well, as long as it’s girls coming over, that’s fine.”

“That’s what I figured.”

<><><>

Elisha and you straightened up hearing the keys in the door. “Is he gonna be mad it’s 5:00 and we are already drunk?” You snorted and shrugged, taking another quick drink.

Steve walked in and closed the door behind him. The pair of you turned around to look at him, smiling in greeting.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked, walking over.

“Family Guy drinking game,” you answered.

“It’s always a mistake. Even when we roll these dumb dice to get a season and episode randomly, we still manage to get some shots,” Elisha told him friendly.

Steve eyed the bottle of rum on the table and nodded in acknowledgment, “Sounds dangerous.” He held up the bag to you and said, “I brought you some things to wrap for Luna. I know people like getting their pets Christmas presents. Which is weird to me but nevertheless… here I am.”

Well, that was thoughtful of him. It was something you thought Tony would do before he would.

You took the bag from him and said, “So, you like the cat.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Steve replied. A few seconds of silence suspended between the three of you and he cleared his throat. “Well, I can see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.” He came over to the couch and kissed you. “Be good. Don’t get too drunk.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

“Goodbye, Elisha,” he said, and she looked surprised he remembered her name but she told him goodbye in return.

As soon as the door closed and locked behind him, Elisha looked over at you and made a face. “Is he mad? Are you going to get in trouble?” she whispered.

You shrugged. “I don’t think so. They said I could have people over and it’s not like they don’t know who you are.”

“He’s so intense.”

“He’s probably just horny. Like he said, he can come back later. Here, let’s rewind this a few minutes.”

Elisha groaned, “Do we really have to? I mean, missing a few minutes is probably saving us a lot of drinks.” You laughed in response and picked up the remote, rewinding it anyway. Elisha mumbled, “You just really wanna get me hammered.”

You noticed your phone lighting up by your thigh and you looked down, seeing Steve was texting.

Have her out of there by 9.

Sighing, you responded back telling him okay before putting your phone back down.

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ashyblondwaves · 3 years

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I Saw What You Did

Prompt: Winning a Teddy Bear for the other.

Word Count: 2,219

Warnings: Mature. References to sex and very, very mild horror references.

Summary: Vision sees a Teddy Bear at the carnival that he needs to have, but Wanda isn't so sure about it. There's something awful about this bear. The way it looks is unsettling, but Vision brings it back to the compound anyway, obsessed with a monstrosity that will make him question everything that's logical.

***

They were packed shoulder to shoulder, a faint hint of musk wafting in the summer air. Wanda’s hand was nestled comfortably in Vision’s as they navigated the crowded carnival together. Vision pushed through the groups of people with purpose, as though he were on a mission only he knew about, his neck craned in search of… something.

“Vis,” Wanda called, tugging at Vision’s arm. “What are you looking for?”

“It was right around here…” Vision replied, mostly to himself. “Right…. THERE!”

Wanda followed Vision’s outstretched arm, her eyes landing on the biggest, ugliest teddy bear she’d ever seen. She wasn’t even sure you could call it a teddy bear. Its mouth was downturned into a frown, the fur looked to be matted and staring right back at Wanda was the most unnerving pair of red button eyes she’d ever seen.

“That’s what you are hellbent on?” Wanda asked, a soft laugh escaping from her mouth.

“Isn’t it brilliant?” Vision asked, a wide grin playing on his lips. “I have to have it.”

This time, Wanda’s laugh was a loud, booming howl. The thought of Vision having a 7 foot teddy bear sitting in his room at the compound was amusing to say the least. But at the same time, it was unsettling. She didn’t like the bear. There was something about it that got under her skin. She almost laughed again at the thought of not liking a teddy bear and how crazy it would have sounded if she mentioned it out loud. It was nothing more than fur and stuffing, what was there not to like?

“Shall I try my luck?” Vision asked, his voice full of hope. He gave a gentle pull to Wanda’s arm and they started back through the flood of people and over to the booth containing the massive, daunting bear.

The game looked simple enough. You’re given what looks like a homemade fishing pole with a ring on the end of it. The point was to put the ring around the bottle and make the bottle stand up.

Vision smirked, the side of his mouth lifting up just enough to tell Wanda that he was confident. Maybe too confident.

Fourteen dollars and seven tries later, Vision was flustered. He scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed and scoured through his wallet for another pair of singles, only to come up empty.

“Can I try?” Wanda asked, holding out the two dollar fee to play the game. She was handed her homemade fishing pole and she went to work. Carefully, she lined the ring up with the bottle and slipped it over the neck. But that was where the easy part ended. While it wasn’t impossible, it certainly took a steady hand and incredible concentration to get the bottle to stand.

Wanda stole a glance at Vision, the hope on his face palpable. That’s when she knew she had to do it. She waited for the perfect moment, when Vision was lovingly staring at the creepy oversized teddy bear and the carnival worker was off collecting money and explaining the game to another family. With her free hand, she pointed at the bottle and made it stand up, being careful to keep the ring over the bottle’s neck as she magicked the bottle into place.

“I did it!” Wanda wailed. She stayed perfectly still so the bottle wouldn’t tip back over. She knew these games tended to be stacked in favor of the carnival. Any sudden movement could wipe away the look of elation that was now plastered on Vision’s face.

“Winner, winner!” The carnival worker yelled, ringing an old bell. “The little lady here did it! Any prize, miss. What will it be?”

“The bear,” Wanda said, pointing unnecessarily at the seven foot monstrosity dangling from a hook.

“The bear, it is!” Wanda could hear the frustration in the carnival worker’s voice. She’d beaten the game and now he had to give up a big prize. Wanda shrugged, more focused on Vision’s eyes. Wide, blue orbs filled with pure joy stayed focused on the bear as it was hoisted down off its hook.

“Here it is,” the carnival worker said through gritted teeth, trying to push the bear into Wanda’s arms.

“No, not for me,” Wanda said, looking over at Vision who smiled like a little kid at their birthday party. “Hand that thing to him. He wanted it.”

The carnival worker complied, shoving the awkwardly sized bear at Vision who happily grabbed it and raised it over his shoulders.

He was giving this eerie teddy bear a shoulder ride.

“Thank you, darling,” Vision said, bending down to press a soft kiss to Wanda’s lips as the bear flipped from Vision’s shoulders and hit Wanda in the head. She looked at the bear with mild disdain. Why did he suddenly look pleased? “He’ll look rather dashing in one of the chairs in my room, don’t you think?”

“Wherever you decide to put him will be perfect,” Wanda lied, deciding to humor Vision’s sudden fascination with an oversized, creepy teddy bear.

“I’ve never seen something so large,” Vision said, adjusting his position with the bear. “It’d be a shame to leave without it.”

If navigating the crowd on their own was difficult, it was ten times more difficult doing so with a seven foot stuffed animal clogging up the space. They bumped and pushed their way through the crowd, hundreds of apologies floating through the air as a stray stuffed arm flew out and hit a woman square in the face as they exited the carnival.

Then it barely fit in the car. After a bit of pushing and shoving, the bear was safely burrowed in the back seat of Tony Stark’s Audi, its horror-like features pressed up against the glass of the rear windshield.

“I hope we can get him back out of there,” Wanda said, wiping sweat from her forehead. She actually hoped it would be stuck in there and rip trying to get it back out and then it would be destroyed. She just didn’t like the thing and she couldn’t explain why. It felt a little too lifelike to her. Maybe she was seeing things, but it certainly looked like the bear’s expression had changed since being taken off the hook at the carnival.

***

Vision was right, though; the bear did look quite dashing on one of the chairs in his room. The light cream color of the stuffed animal was a perfect contrast to the rich mahogany of the chair, but there was still something unnerving about the bear. Wanda would watch it as she walked through Vision’s room and she would have sworn its eyes were following her. Those red beady eyes with the smallest hint of black in the middle had moved, Wanda would swear to it.

Being with Vision in his room was even more unnerving with the bear sitting just mere feet from where they sat tangled naked together, her hips rocking on top of Vision’s.

Wanda paused, looking over her shoulder at the stuffed bear. It felt like it was watching them. “Can we move that bear for right now?”

Vision groaned, clearly not in any mood to stop making love to move the bear. Instead, Wanda lifted her hand, the red orb glowing in the dimly lit room and picked up the bear. It floated through the air, limp limbs dangling and she shoved it behind the chair, out of sight.

“Where were we?” Wanda purred. Rolling her hips again, eliciting a moan from Vision.

After, as Wanda fixed her clothes, she walked over to where the bear lay crumpled on the floor behind Vision’s chair. Vision had gone to the kitchen to get Wanda some water, so she took a moment to really stare at the bear’s, dumb smile. A smile he did not have at the carnival. Suddenly, without warning, the bear lifted its head to look at her.

“I saw what you did,” it whispered, rising up on stubby legs and walking closer to Wanda “You’re a cheater.”

“It got you off that hook, didn’t it?” Wanda pointed out, backing away from the unthinkable sight walking toward her.

“You cheated,” the bear growled. “You must pay.”

Wanda was backed up against the wall, the bear getting closer to her with each passing moment.

It was Vision that ended it. He phased through the wall without warning, glass of water in hand as the bear was just about to reach out for Wanda. As quickly as it happened, the bear went limp, falling into a heap right in front of Wanda. She kicked the stuffed creature and hoped it hurt.

“Your bear!” Wanda bellowed, kicking it again. She wasn’t sure how to finish what she wanted to say, Hey, Vision. So your bear came to life and threatened me. It would sound ridiculous and the last thing Wanda needed was to sound hysterical right now. “I don’t like it.”

“It’s just a toy,” Vision reminded her. “What’s not to like?”

“That thing is not a toy,” Wanda replied, giving the bear another kick for good measure. “It…” she sighed, knowing how her next words were going to make her sound. “...talked to me.”

“It talked to you,” Vision repeated, the words coming out slowly as Vision searched for an answer that he likely did not have in any of his databases. “What.. what…”

Wanda didn’t give Vision a chance to finish his sentence.

“I want it gone,” she said, her tone serious and face expressionless. “Burn it.”

“Now wait…”

“Burn it or I will,” Wanda yelled, her eyes glowing red as she stormed out of Vision’s room. She went to her room and locked the door behind her, a mix of fear and shame coursing through her body. She was scared of a stuffed toy. A 7 foot stuffed bear that could walk and talk and wanted to punish her.

Nothing was normal about the situation, not the way the bear was won or the unimaginable reality that this thing was alive. Wanda took a deep breath and resolved that no matter what Vision said, she was going to get rid of the bear, once and for all and she was going to do it immediately.

She shouldn’t have stormed out of Vision’s room. The bear was right there to take care of and she left. Now she had to make the embarrassing move of going back to Vision’s room and force him to see that this bear was not a toy.

Vision was still standing where he was when Wanda left, clearly trying to figure out what had happened and why.

Wanda was quick, picking up the bear and dangling it in the air. She shook it, waiting for it to do something. Anything.

“Come on you piece of shit,” Wanda snarled. “Talk!”

She kept shaking the bear, throwing it around the room as Vision came up to her. He grabbed her shoulders and turned toward him, forcing her to break her concentration and drop the bear.

“What has gotten into you, Wanda?”

Breathless, Wanda tried again to explain what happened with the bear, but Vision wasn’t buying it.

“It’s impossible for this bear to come to life,” Vision reasoned.

“Is it?” A gravelly voice rose up behind Wanda.

Vision was wide eyed and speechless as he watched the stuffed monstrosity walk to them, an evil glint in eyes that were trained on Wanda.

“Cheater,” it said, shuffling on stubby legs, a sight that would normally be comical but was instead reduced to panic and confusion in the midst of an attack.

The Mind Stone lit up, a beam of yellow light buzzing out of Vision’s forehead as the beam came in contact with the bear’s stomach, melting the already matted fur. Vision continued, going for the legs this time, melting the both to the spot. The bear lunged forward with a grunt, arms out and still trying to reach Wanda.

But the bear was no match for Vision. He easily melted it down, leaving a heap of burnt synthetic materials stuck to the floor of his room.

“What was that?” Vision asked, still unable to comprehend what just happened.

“You picked a possessed teddy bear,” Wanda said, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth. “And… it wanted to hurt me.”

Vision laughed, the sound that came out was one of deep confusion. Instead of saying anything else about the bear, he pulled Wanda close to him and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I will never let anything hurt you,” Vision whispered.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Even if it’s a bear I won for you?”

“Especially if it’s a bear you won for me.”

They moved to Wanda’s room, curling up together under the covers and putting Dick Van Dyke on. Wanda rested her head on Vision’s warm chest, smiling at his laughter. It reverberated through his chest, almost tickling her ear.

Vision pressed kissing to the top of Wanda’s head, his fingers raking through her long tresses. It was a move that always made Wanda fall asleep and she was just about fully dozed off when the shrill voice of Tony Stark cut through the air.

“Vision!” Tony yelled. “What’s this on your floor?!”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 10

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. Mild smut in this chapter.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Tony fluff, Tony snark, Tony sass and Tony smut (finally!). My & reader's brain be like: tony tony tony tony. A request for my readers: do I write a believeable tony? Is he in character, more or less?

My beta @miscmarvelwritings - she's not into Tony but even then, she was finally excited about them finally getting down & dirty. The patience of this woman...

"Tony, could I borrow, like, a hoodie or something?"

He eyed my attire critically for a moment, seemingly coming to the same conclusion I did minutes earlier, and made a beeline for the couch in the back of the lab. Picking up and examining a black mass of fabric, deeming it satisfactory, he tossed it to me. "It's clean enough, I guess."

The thin straps of my mesh top rubbed against a lot of tender skin, leaving pink lines in the wake of it. A sigh of relief escaped me involuntarily when I removed it -

"Woah, woah," Tony squeaked, covering his eyes with an exaggerated gesture. "Warn a man!"

I honestly didn't see what the big deal was. "Tony, chill. I'm pretty sure you've seen it all and then some." I snorted, stretching briefly, shrugging on the slightly oversized hoodie. It smelled like the lab - like Tony, too, but mostly like motor oil and iron. Beggars can't be choosers, however - I had already devised and executed the plan that will let me keep the hoodie.

"When you put it that way..." He smirked, briefly returning to his usual self and giving me a salacious eyebrow wiggle.

I laughed in response, wiggling my hips, feeling the hem of my skirt swish against my thighs. I considered removing the fishnet tights, too, but a brief look in the reflective wall divide between Tony's and Bruce's labs got me pulling out my phone to take two dozen selfies. I looked great with Tony's clothes on.

The engineer chuckled at my antics, coming up behind me as I sat on the floor with my knee raised, chin resting on it. The amber liquid sloshed over the top of his glass, dripping down his fingers. He sat behind me.

"Weller Full Bourbon?" I asked, bringing my nose closer to his fingers to get a good whiff. The distinctive vanilla notes in his whiskey were unmistakable. "Good choice," I made a serious face. "Fancy."

"I can afford it, darling," He snarked back, devoid of malice.

He was so close. And so warm. And I needed a new screensaver. Shuffling back, I reclined against Tony's chest, carefully wedging my head in the crook of his neck.

God help me.

I felt his breath hitch. The dark, magnetic pools of his eyes stared at me from our combined reflection. Tony's eyes were the most expressive, he could fake a smile, he could charm the press and countless investors, but his eyes only spoke the truth. Always. I loved working with Tony because his gaze would light up. It was akin to seeing a little kid on Christmas.

A muscular arm snaked around my waist, pressing my back to his chest. The metal of his arc reactor jabbed uncomfortably between my shoulder blades but there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

"You're filming, Princess," He interrupted my Moment.

"Sure," I answered, not caring. There could be another alien invasion happening and I wasn't able to give a damn.

I felt the vibrant chuckle more than heard; Tony snatched the phone out of my hand without permission. I noticed the furrowed brow when he opened my Instagram and saw the unmistakable evidence of my frequent partying, yet he didn't comment on it.

"Tony, the press is going to go nuts," I raised my eyebrows, seeing what he was planning to do.

"They've seen me doing worse things," He scoffed. And took a photo of us ‘just chilling’ in his lab, hugging. He picked out a filter and everything., and then posted it.

"First of all, I am pretty awesome to be 'doing', I've had only good feedback," I scoffed at his dismissive attitude, using my free hand to make quote marks. Then I turned my head to stare him square in the face. "Steve's going to be pissed and Ms. Potts is going to call to yell at you." I punctuated the statements with a raised eyebrow.

There was really no innocent way the press could represent the photo that he posted. I didn't care for it, my parents wouldn't give a damn (my father probably would encourage it, the free publicity and all). Tony himself didn't seem like the kind of man to care much about some gossip articles, if anything, he enjoyed provoking them into a frenzy. Or at least, he used to.

"I'll put them both on hold. I like to watch the line blink," Tony winked, smirking. "I've been told the press expects me to have a midlife crisis since my last breakup," Eyes darkening, the man swiftly finished off his drink.

Midlife crisis seemed such a bitter way of putting it. Considering my own preferences in romantic partners, I couldn't help but feel offended at the way people offhandedly dished out labels - "midlife crisis", "daddy issues" and so on and so forth. The briefest part of me traveled back to Mr. Davies' living room where - no, I am not going there.

"Huh," I said, coming to a conclusion. A sad one at that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Princess, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who thinks about pesky things like reputation or consequences," Tony mused idly, coming to a conclusion of his own.

"Nope, I don't give a fuck," I agreed with his opinion wholeheartedly. "If I would have a publicist, they would quit on the second day."

"I pay mine, uh, twice the average amount and they still quit. We're doomed, baby," Tony's gleeful face was mere inches away from my own, whiskey-tipsy and glowing.

I snorted, sliding lower to further burrow into his arms. Tony's sudden touchy-feely mode wasn't lost on me. My own touch starvation overrode any common sense that I had left. The totally-PG (well, not quite) embrace, one armed hug brought me more satisfaction than any of my sexual partners had ever achieved to give me.

"Why are there so many messages from Banner? Are you staging a world domination plan and forgot to include me? I'm hurt!" Tony exclaimed suddenly, a whiny tone to his voice.

"Thor's space yeasts have corrupted our minds with their spores. Soon all will become... Mushroom!" I deepened my voice for the dramatic effect, flailing my arms on the last word for the extra flair.

The man wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye; his eyes were sparkling, laughing even. "I'm evicting Thor and his supremely selfish yeast. How dare it ignore me."

"I vouched for you, I really did," I kept up the silly game. "But alas, the yeasts deemed you too... Boomer," The pride in my voice could barely hold back the laughter threatening to spill.

"Did you just..?" Tony gaped. "Did you just call me old?!"

I attempted to get away, shrieking when the tips of Tony's fingers squirmed along my midsection. "It was the yeast! IT WAS THE YEAST!" My resistance proved to be futile. The engineer had mass and strength on his side, years of piloting and maneuvering the Iron Man suits showing just how quick and nimble he could be when the situation demanded it.

"Take that from an old man!" He exclaimed triumphantly, using his arm to hold down both of my hands from grasping at him. One of his legs held down my own; we were a squirming, writhing mass of limbs in the heat of a tickle fight.

The cocaine in my blood, the mild buzz from being drunk on Tony - my body reacted to the close proximity of the man who occupied my fantasies. I was blushing, breathing heavily, and it wasn't just from the exertion. It should have affected me less, but I struggled to keep my eyes from Tony's face; his own flush, the moist part of his lips.

I wondered how a deer in the headlights felt. Was it hot, like it's body was suddenly alight, or was it cold, liquid nitrogen freezing in its veins?

"Fuck," I mumbled half-coherently.

"What was that?" He arched an eyebrow, clever eyes carefully watching my own.

"I'm in trouble," I chuckled weakly, looking away, pretending to struggle against his arms.

"You're trouble," He announced, grinning. His fingertips slowed, skimming gently along my sides now.

I retaliated with a tentative brush of my foot along the softness of his jean-covered inner thigh. It was euphoric, seeing Tony shudder, the thick eyelashes fluttering for the briefest part of a second.

"We should stop," He whispered suddenly, making a move to disentangle us both. Mixed signals, we've got em, ladies and gentlemen.

"Why?" I was tired of this dance. It was fun but painful. My firm decision of the past still stood: I won't be the lovesick fangirl, I won't be another notch in his bedpost. The resolve was crumbling but it was still there, to some point.

"You're not sober, this is wrong," He mumbled. "I'm more than twice your age, Princess."

That ship had sailed, Tony. If only you knew... "Do you seriously expect me, out of all people, to find common ground with someone my age? Someone like Peter? Jeez," I tried to be amused. If it came out more pleading, I pretended to not notice it. It was the moment of truth. It needed to be said. "I'm FUBAR, Tony. I'm lucky if anyone at all will want to put up with me, much less someone I can stand. I'm spoiled, I'm selfish, and annoying. I know that. I just thought we were friends and you'd be...kinder about it." My mumbling was met with a somewhat perplexed stare.

"I..." His eyebrows threatened to have a close encounter with his hairline. "What the fuck? Are you dead set on giving me a stroke today? I have a heart condition," He yanked me back towards his chest, unceremonious and indignant. "You can be so smart yet so stupid. Gosh, where is the world rolling, I'm quoting Pepper now." He seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Pot, kettle." I didn't resist the urge to snark.

"Right," Tony rolled his eyes. "You're beautiful and all that jazz. You deserve much more than this." Uncharacteristically sad, he pointed to himself, again. "I'm an old man with more issues than Playboy magazine."

"And I'm an angsty teenager with daddy issues, we're a match made in heaven."

"Hell," Tony was eyeing our combined reflection with a sort of petulance. It was hard keeping track of his microexpressions; his eyes and face held fleeting, half-finished thoughts, just like when he was creating, inventing something new.

"Works for me. Lucifer's hot," I answered with my brain on autopilot. He caught my eyes in the shiny glass, trapping me in his calculative gaze.

"The Netflix one or the Supernatural one?" Tony asked, equally absent from the conversation. Neither of us were able to break eye contact, breathing laboured and hearts thudding in our chests. I felt Tony's pulse fluttering under my palm where I'd rested it on his wrist.

The organ that dutifully pumped blood through my own veins and kept me alive threatened to escape my body, jump out of my chest, make its way out my mouth. Tony's unblinking stare penetrated my skin, seeped into the hollow behind my eyelids, ignited a flame within me and froze my thoughts.

"The one with the detective kink," I answered breathily. "I have an affinity for brown-eyed, narcissistic, sarcastic men with self-destructive tendencies," The last part of my sentence was swallowed by Tony's lips.

My brain shorted out, just like that. Bourbon on his breath and a new dose of snark on his tongue, he licked into my mouth with the grace and finesse of years of experience. It was sudden, it was rough, it was fantastic. His beard left marks on my face and I craved the burn of it.

"Fuck," I moaned when we were forced to surface for oxygen. My hips had moved, pressed against his own, prominent arousal digging into the small of my back. Tony had me moaning and grinding into it in mere seconds.

A hand rested on my face with surprising tenderness, turning my face to look at my own reflection. My hair was a mess, lips puffy - Tony wasn't looking any better, hunger and lust in plain view. It was a good look on him.

"Watch," His breath ghosted over the shell of my ear, lips traveling to the nape of my neck to attach themselves to the very sensitive flesh of that area.

I obeyed, gazing at the scene with lidded eyes. Keeping them open was a struggle. My body was flooded with sensation, riding the waves of pleasure like a rollercoaster. I wanted to please him, needed to obey him, to feel him.

My thighs quivered at Tony's touch. There was no warning, no preamble as he wedged a firm hand, separating them quickly to follow the heat. His biceps flexed deliciously. Under my skirt, through the fishnets and the tiny, lacy panties I wore.

"Fucking shit," The man moaned loudly, finding me, predictably, soaking wet. It was one hot, sticky mess between my legs.

The keen that left my mouth might've been embarrassing, yet it only spurred Tony on. Gently parting my lower lips, he gathered the moisture, suddenly withdrawing from me. My confusion met his amusement in the mirror as he stuck the two fingers in his mouth, moaning obscenely and loudly at the taste.

The corners of my mouth lifted, happy. "To-ony," I whined, my pussy aching for more. Now that I had felt the relief and pleasure of his touch, I didn't want it to end.

"Princess," He replied, seriously and sternly. I shuddered at the scratchiness of his voice. The hand that I was missing returned, stroking over the outside of my pussy with broad, soft motions. I arched, presented myself into the touch. "So eager," Tony mumbled into my shoulder, catching a bit of my skin between his teeth.

His fingers dipped deeper, delving in between the puffy, engorged flesh and stroking once, twice, before finding my clit. The pads of Tony's fingers were rough, hardened by manual work and hours spent in front of his inventions, making, tinkering, creating. The friction was perfect. I followed each stroke with a fluid motion of my hips.

"Tony, fuck," I slurred my approval, needing him to know how amazing he made me feel. Tony's form pressed closer, both of us melting, molding into each other.

"Baby girl, what do you need?" His raspy voice tickled my neck. I was sure there would be an array of marks decorating me come morning and absolutely loved the thought. I belonged to Tony Stark, in body and heart and mind and soul.

"I want to cum," I had no shame left. "I want to feel you."

He groaned, rutting into me. A squeak was all I managed to emit as two thick fingers plunged inside of me with a wet squelch. My pussy immediately took hold of the situation, squeezing and rippling around them. I was so close, my nerves pulled up taut like an overtaxed string. The effect this man had on me was positively unholy.

My clit throbbed under his thumb. Tony somehow managed to reach every single sweet spot on my body, effortlessly, easily, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Ohmyfuckinggod, Tony," I came hard, shuddering, drenching the fingers inside of me. The moment I began sagging in his arms was the moment they tightened around me; I felt Tony grind helplessly against me, saw his own eyes slam shut and his brow furrow.

The hand that was in me withdrew rapidly as he hastily popped the button on his pants, freeing his cock and giving it several desperate tugs. I couldn't see it; I had to settle for the sensation of his hand, his hips rubbing against my clothed back.

He came quickly, with a loud shout. My curiosity got the best of me and I used the brief moment of his weakness to turn around, take a good look at him.

Tony was a fucking mess with a fucking gorgeous cock. Thick and veiny.

My face was level with it before he could have opened his eyes. I wanted, craved to know how he tasted. With gentle kitten licks, I collected the stray drops of cum running down his hand, careful of the rapidly softening, sensitive flesh.

His eyes popped open in surprise. I smiled at him, unseeing, collecting as much of him as I could.

"Fuck, Princess," He breathed. "I'm just a man, I'm pushing fifty," Gently pulling my head away but holding it mere inches from his cock. Indecisive.

I reached over for his hand with my own, popping finger after finger in my mouth, collecting every drop of cum like it was nectar. I could be good...I If properly motivated. The salty musk was all the motivation I needed at that moment. He pulled me in for a filthy, sloppy kiss once I was done, both of us humming, vocalising the shared pleasure.

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strawberrysoup · 4 years

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Let’s Review || Chapter 22

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

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Their parents had died a few months after her thirteenth birthday and Penny essentially blacked out for the next 8 months. She didn’t remember anything from that school year, although she’d evidently scraped by in all of her classes—actually, Penny was still convinced that little Peter, who was already showing signs of being a tiny genius, had done at least half of her homework. She didn’t remember Hanukkah that year, or the first Christmas she’d ever celebrated with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. She had zero friends coming out of that year, having accidentally pushed everyone away in fits of rage or sadness that she couldn’t even remember. The pain cut just as deep every time she remembered showing up to school the first day of her freshman year only to receive the cold shoulder from half her grade.

That was actually one of the first memories she’d retained after coming out of 7 months and 3 weeks of complete emptiness, how none of her best friends wanted anything to do with her. Everything had been confusing, somehow devastating all over again but… it was less. Her parents were gone and it hurt so much but it was nothing compared to the agony that had beset her form seconds after being informed her mom and dad were dead. When Penny racked her brain she could almost remember Aunt May crouched in front of her while she sat on the couch at home, holding her hands.

Somewhere in her brain, Penny had known that plane crashes were possible. Like, as a concept she understood the idea. The plane that was flying through the air stops doing that, and all the people inside the plane die. But it couldn’t possibly happen to her parents—they were her parents, they were infallible. Plane crashes happened, yeah, but her parents couldn’t be gone. Aunt May had told her several years later that she and Ben had been petrified she would try to kill herself, especially when the state tried to take the young girl away from the Parker’s.

They’d never had the money for therapy and Penny figured she’d never regain the memories from those months but honestly, she didn’t want them. The gaps were reprieves, the missing conversations, the absence of any and all detail. Wasn’t she sad to not remember her eighth-grade graduation? Fuck no, it was a blessing to forget how she’d felt like everyone in existence had their eyes on her—except for the ones she wanted.

There were times she absently wondered how disappointed her parents would be that she didn’t finish college, let alone get an actual high school degree. Her dad had been so smart, a genius in his own right. And her mom… Penny tried not to think of her mom often, not when it hurt so deeply. Mary Parker had been a gentle soul with an IQ of 150 who made Penny feel safe and loved and understood every day of her life. Her mother would’ve been understanding, she would’ve seen the necessity in her dropping out but it would’ve hurt that gentle soul to know the opportunities her baby had missed.

It hurt Penny in a special way that neither of Mary and Richard Parker’s children would be graduating from high school. Neither would attend university. They wouldn’t go on to press the limits of their parent’s knowledge or make an impact on the world. Somehow despite everything she’d sacrificed, Peter would never get the opportunity that he deserved. Her genius baby brother, his potential capped before he had a chance to try. God, it was an agonizing burn in her chest, a searing pain that made her nauseous and light-headed.

Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if her ribs would crack. The cabin was lovely. Dark wood and an A-frame, a nice deck in the back and lots of windows. It was surrounded by trees, with dark needles or thin pale trunks, the purple mountains of the Rockies a lovely backdrop. It was colder than she’d expect for summer, especially considering the overcast sky and the breeze. The clouds moved so fast at such a high altitude and Penny watched trembling as a shadow passed over the house, chasing the light away before the sun followed its path ravenously once more.

Steve and Bucky were unloading suitcases from the back of the SUV, passing each other calculating looks as Penny stood practically frozen in place. Her shoulders were hunched almost to her ears, arms wrapped gently but tightly around the white kitten in her arms. It was purring quietly, the same way it had been for hours now. The little thing had cried the first few hours after they’d left the tower and subsequently the chubby cheeked orange kitten behind, only settling when Penny laid down across the middle seat in the SUV and let it burrow into the crook of her neck.

If Penny turned around she would’ve recognized the mournful looks on their faces, the pain in the lines of their eyes. The soldiers knew the hurt she felt, to be separated from their most important person—they understood that Peter was the most important person in Penny’s world. This separation was on their heads, but what could they do? They’d worked themselves into a rut, the three of them, wearing such deep treads into their negative behaviors that they couldn’t climb out. A complete shakeup was the only solution.

Both winced when she abruptly folded at the waist, clutching the kitten to her chest, and vomited over the pine needle strewn dirt of the driveway. Her hair fell in heavy, curly curtains around her face as she heaved again, hiding her tear-streaked face from the soldiers’ view. The sound of them setting the bags they held down registered in Penny’s ears but she couldn’t find the strength to collect herself before they converged on her.

“Come ‘ere doll, lemme take you up to the bathroom,” Bucky stated quietly, sweeping her and the cat up into his arms as gently as he could, “you can take a bath while me and Steve get everything unloaded. I think you’ll really like the cabin baby, we… well, we designed it just for you. If there’s anything you want to change, you just tell us. We want it to be perfect for you.”

She mostly caught flashes of green and white and brown, tucking her chin to look at the kitten snuggled into her cleavage. It felt cruel, to have taken the white one and left the orange, but the little chubby-cheeked kitten had taken to her brother so well—better than it had taken to her, even. Peter had named it Malcah and while it still didn’t like being picked up or held, it twined his ankles and meowed at him for love.

“Sit here baby,” the soldier set her carefully on the lid of the toilet, after having climbed a set of stairs and turned multiple blurry corners, “let me run your bath.”

It was all white tile, the toilet built into the wall. The tub was a freestanding clawfoot, with a spray nozzle and high sides. It was surprisingly small, considering how large the tub in the tower had been. Penny idly speculated that only perhaps one of the soldiers would be able to fit at time and it would certainly be a tight squeeze if she was forced in with them. There was a standing shower on the other side, where the roof wasn’t so sharply sloped by the A-framed roof. The nice thing, that Penny would never admit was very nice, was all of the plants. The entire room was predominantly white but there was a long-vined philodendron hanging gracefully over the tub, snake plants sitting on the shelf before the toilet. She could see a rubber plant and another type of vine by the sinks, framing the mirror.

They’d obviously gone to great lengths to make sure it would be something she liked, clearly evidenced by the bathroom alone. There were even candles waiting to be used on the antique, hunter green shelves and bath bombs with lovely scents. If she’d been able to design a personal bathroom, Penny figured it would probably have looked something like this and that made her hate it all the more.

The bastards were so in their heads they could barely see the sunlight. Penny was convinced that they were so distracted orchestrating her nightmare they’d lost the plot. They kept throwing stuff at her; beautiful plants, nice clothing, cute cats, lovely homes—but it didn’t mean a single thing. All of the possessions in the world didn’t make up for the gaping, rotting hole in her chest.

“Alright doll, let’s get you undressed,” Bucky shifted towards her once the water was at the right temperature and filling the tub, a small smile on his stubbled face.

“Do you think I’m debilitated?” She rasped after a moment, rolling her eyes up to stare him in the face before spitting a vomit speckled wad of phlegm onto the rug by her feet and setting the kitten on the shelf next to the snake plants. “Last time I checked I didn’t need to be treated like a baby. Are you gonna keep standing over me like a pervert? Get out.”

The soldier’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, surprised by the calmness behind her cutting tongue. Usually, when Penny got an attitude, it came with fury and fists and resulted in broken bones or bleeding wounds. This was overwhelmingly controlled; a bitchy rebuttal. Her voice was the gravelly tone she usually got after screaming or crying, dark brown eyes nearly black. When he didn’t move, Penny rolled her eyes and stood, whipping her t-shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

“You’re bein’ a little moody, babe,” Bucky watched calmly as she undressed, her clothes piling up on the floor. “Wanna think about reigning it in?”

Penny’s hair was big and curly around her face, framing the clenched jaw and sneering nose. “What are you gonna do, kill me? Whatever.”

“Penny, what—”

“Peter is a thousand miles away,” Penny’s voice started out sharp but very quickly faded into a tired drawl, “you can’t hurt him from here. And what do I care if you hurt me? So could you either get the fuck out and let me take a bath or fucking drown me in it? Whatever it takes for this interaction to be over.”

“Are you looking for a punishment right now?” Bucky’s lips pulled down at the corners, eyebrows furrowing, “‘Cause you’re working your way towards one really quick.”

“What’re you gonna do? Kill someone in front of me?” She groaned, reaching up to dig her fingers into the roots of her hair, tugging sharply before dragging it into a tangled, thoughtless bun on the top of her head “Or spank me until I can’t sit? Rape me? Could you just get it over with? I want to be alone, please!”

Bucky was silent for several long seconds before sighing through his nose, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows. “Take your bath, think about your fuckin’ attitude. Steve and I are gonna bring the bags in.”

He left the door open and Penny was further irritated to learn he had too much dignity to stomp down the stairs the way she’d hoped he would. His break in composure had been so good for her it was unbelievable—but there was likely a punishment on the horizon and Steve wasn’t likely to let her off easy once the brunet told him what she’d said. The bastard was stone cold when it came to that shit.

She stared idly at the steaming bath, naked with her clothes piled around her feet—the question was whether she wanted a bath or if she’d been resigned to it? The water was scented, because of course it was. It was even one of her favorite citrusy scents, she noted disdainfully, another thing they had paid so much attention to while keeping her locked up in a tower like fucking Rapunzel. Now in a cabin, she figured she was a Jewish Goldilocks surrounded by hungry bears.

But it smelled nice and her body ached from the long car ride, it had already been run so why not hop in? Besides, it would keep her busy while the soldier’s fucked around and she wouldn’t have to see them for a bit. They were shuffling around and she could hear the sounds of bags being placed around the cabin. The door banged off the walls several times, always accompanied by a groan or a curse, one of which she recognized as a Yiddish swear—which she refused to find endearing. The kitten meowed at her from its position on the shelf, looking put out to be so far away but Penny shushed it quietly.

“You won’t like the water, just stay there,” she murmured quietly at the distraught little creature, picking up a washcloth and dunking it into the perfumed water. “If I come get you I’ll make a huge mess.”

She ignored the kitten as it continued to communicate with her, chittering in annoyance and pawing the edge of the ledge for several minutes before evidently surrendering and lying down with its little paws draped over the edge. Penny smiled to herself, the cat’s tail was roughly the size of its body and when it curled the fluffy mass of fur around itself it became unrecognizable as a cat. The orange one would’ve continued to complain until Penny let it down, would’ve just barely given her ankles a rub before running off to hide somewhere.

That’s why she decided to leave Malcah with Peter; the orange cat didn’t run from or scratch him. She twined his ankles, sat next to his thigh on the couch, kneaded her little paws against him. Peter had decided both kittens were female, based on the very reasonable basis that he wanted them to be. Penny wasn’t sure, didn’t quite care. The only thing she ever referred to the cats as was Chatul—which literally meant cat in Hebrew. She’d shortened it to Tuly for the white kitten, for the sake of ease, but refused to say it in front of the soldiers. The cat was hers, she didn’t have to share it with them.

The sounds of the soldiers were becoming more consistent throughout the cabin and Penny figured they must’ve brought in all of the bags and were focused on unpacking. She could hear someone down in the kitchen, unloading the masses of groceries they’d brought up the mountain while the other was in the bedroom. Penny rubbed the washcloth over her skin lightly, the oils from the fragrance making her skin soft and slippery.

She didn’t hear him come in, she felt Steve come in. The blond’s presence was just as overwhelming as Tony Stark’s, an aura bigger than his body that filled the room. She could feel the disappointed stare, even as she continued to wipe herself down with the washcloth. Her teeth ground together as he watched in silence, just waiting.

“Bucky said you’ve caught an attitude, baby doll.”

“Caught an attitude?” She rolled her eyes. “Wow, if only I hadn’t become desensitized to living in constant terror—you never would’ve realized I’ve had an attitude the whole time!”

“We’re supposed to be turning a new page, Pen.”

“Turning a—” Penny scoffed, face appalled as she abruptly stood from the bath and ignored the water going everywhere, “we’re not turning a new page—You burnt the fucking book!”

The blond’s eyes widened; Penny had gotten angry in the past, furious even. She’d broken things, broken skin, broken bones and it was always accompanied by outraged screaming. But Penny didn’t make unnervingly straight eye contact while she did it. She was barely coherent at the best of times, mostly she screamed to the room at large before flying into a violent frenzy—it was different. It was startling, the light in her eyes and the way her voice cracked.

“There is no page turning, there’s no fucking—fucking reconciliation here, Steve,” she snatched a towel from the rack behind the tub, wrapping the light green fabric around her chest tightly, “I can’t believe after, fuck, how long has it been? A month and a half? Two months? What fucking day is it?”

“…It’s July 2nd,” he found himself choking out, still feeling shell shocked as she stepped out of the tub.

“A month and a half,” Penny’s face twitched, just barely concealing the distraught look he could see she wanted to make and she started shifting past him, “Jesus Christ after a month and a half you guys still don’t get it—you know what, never mind. After a month and a half, I should’ve been smart enough to realize what dumbasses you both are.”

“Penny—”

“God, fuck!” She shouted up at the ceiling, stopping in place halfway out the door. “I have listened to you two talk at length for what’s apparently been a month and a half! I have tried to listen to your stupid fucking rules, I put in the fucking effort and you still decided to take away the one thing I care about! I’m sick and tired of you saying my name in that fucking tone, I’m tired of constantly internalizing and I’m tired of being fucking walked on! So I’ll tell you what I told Bucky—either kill me or leave me alone, but for fucks’ sake just give me space!”

A low mew followed her statement and Penny made an abrupt about face, stomping past him to snatch up the kitten from where it had been sitting on the ledge and storming past him again. It was like getting brushed by a wildfire and Steve fought the urge to take a step back when her wet hair whipped against him.

She dug through one of the bags that held her belongings angrily, kitten on her shoulder, knowing that the blond continued to watch her from the bathroom doorway. Shorts, underwear, a sports bra, a t-shirt, and a hoodie over that. She would’ve put on socks but she knew it bothered Steve when she went barefoot.

“Come downstairs, precious,” he sighed after watching her dress, gesturing towards the stairs, “we’ve got to talk.”

“We’ve always got to talk,” Penny snorted derisively but started down the stairs anyway, Tuly back in her arms, “but it’s usually just you two telling me what I can and can’t do. Stop bossing me around.”

Steve followed after her, aghast and confused—Penny had always been brave in the situations she was forced into, whether it was taking custody of her fourteen year old brother or dealing with being kidnapped from her apartment by a billionaire criminal, but she hadn’t ever antagonized before. She’d talked back, got irritated, snapped, but she hadn’t ever just been flat out bitchy.

On the main floor, Bucky had already put away all of the groceries and was folding up the cloth shopping bags to tuck away for next time. The brunet’s eyes locked on Penny for several long calculating seconds and her hackles raised; whatever was coming was going to be annoying. She refused to be afraid though, not when there wasn’t anything to lose. Not anymore.

“Sit on the couch, let’s talk,” Steve directed, watching as she seemed to contemplate following the direction before doing so, “things are obviously going to be different here, precious.”

“The cabin is equipped with the same AI as the tower but its restricted to monitoring and safety protocols,” Bucky explained, gesturing to the open layout of the main floor, “you’ll be able to go outside so long as you ask first, there’s plenty to do out there. When Steve bought it there was an overgrown vegetable garden out there, we had it cleaned up for you and the shed fixed up and stocked. A lot of good hiking around here too.”

“I can’t talk to JARVIS?” She asked, eyes tracking the way the soldier’s exchanged glances. “Of course not. Then I would have some sort of interaction beyond the pair of you. Damaging to your plan, huh?”

“Penny, the rules didn’t end just because we’re out of the tower,” Steve had one hand braced on his hip while the other rubbed over his forehead, “be—”

“If you say Be Sweet I’ll find a way to kill myself,” Penny intoned, a dry look on her face. “Jews don’t have an afterlife you know, I’m not afraid of going to Hell.”

“Penny, we’re trying—”

“Penny we’re trying,” she mocked in a high-pitched voice, dead eye stare once again boring into Bucky’s, “I’m not. I’m done trying. You’ll either kill me or drive me insane, I’ll never see Peter again—I…I failed. I couldn’t protect him, I couldn’t even keep him safe until he was an adult, isn’t that insane? Grand total of three years and some change and I fucked it up.”

Penny stood up from the couch, shaking her head as she went. The kitten was quick to jump off the couch and follow after her, meowing while that massive fluffy squirrel tail curled over its back. The open floor plan of the cabin came in handy for the soldiers though, because she couldn’t really escape even as she walked across the living room and into the kitchen.

It was hard to pretend she didn’t actually love the cabin. The kitchen was small, located beneath the loft that held the bedroom and bathroom. The railing to the loft was covered in live vines that hung down to create a tiny illusion of separation between the living room and kitchen, the kitchen itself was sage green with white and dark brown accents. There were more plants, open cabinets mounted to the walls, the sink was small but there was a dishwasher. She loved the spiral staircase that led up to the loft, framing the kitchen to the left with small shiny baubles hanging from it.

There was a hamsa and a cross, both stained glass and hanging from the tallest step. Pretty cat toys hung from the lower railings, just within the kitten’s reach. It made Penny’s skin itch, just how lovely and perfect the whole cabin was. More evidence that they were paying a freaky amount of attention to her and every move she made.

“You didn’t fail, doll,” Bucky’s tone was quiet and he hesitated for a moment before following after her several paces, ending up on the edge of the kitchen, “You didn’t fuck it up, Peter—”

“Peter is trapped in a prison in New York with a creep more than twice his age who wants to violate and brainwash him,” Penny was on her knees in front of the fridge, digging through the crisper drawer in the bottom. “Literally all I had to do to prevent that from happening was pay more attention to his daily life. Fuck, kid was practically raising himself with how often I was gone—never stood a chance, you know?”

“Don’t think like that Penny,” Steve sighed, leaning down to pick up the kitten that had circled back to his ankles and setting it on his shoulder, “there’s nothing you could’ve done. You know who Tony Stark is, you know what he’s capable of. You can’t heap that guilt on your shoulders.”

“Oh, can’t I?” She hummed, absently throwing a package of bacon onto the floor, followed by a flat of raw chicken and beef. “There can be dairy in here or there can be meat, not both.”

“We might need a second fridge,” Bucky observed quietly, watching Penny drop a couple of deli bags with sandwich meat onto the ground before she started shuffling everything into different places within the cooler. “We could keep it in the shed?”

“No room,” Steve shook his head absently, “garage?”

Penny had collected a stack of items from the fridge and piled them onto the counter, not even bothering to look back on the soldiers as she began puttering around. The open-faced cabinets on the walls held mostly dishes and containers filled with ingredients and she ducked down, opening the lower cabinets and digging out several pans.

“Do you… do you want a hand, doll?” Bucky asked hesitantly after several moments, watching her collect ingredients and tools and turn on the stove.

“No.”

“Penny—”

“Can I make lunch please?” She whipped around, an irritated look on her face and a spatula in hand, looking like she was about to use it to beat them both, “I’m hungry and I want to die, I figure you’ll only allow me to fulfill one of those wants so can you let me cook?”

The next thing she knew, Penny had been swept up into Bucky’s arms. The solider looked confused, lips curled in frustration but his brow furrowed with dismay. She stiffened at the action when he stomped back to the couch and sat down roughly, dropping her over his knees and landing a smarting blow to her ass through her shorts without warning.

“Thirty for this fucking attitude,” he barked, yanking the shorts down until the waistband settled under the curve of her ass against the tops of her thighs, “count.”

A sharp inhale followed the first skin to skin hit and Penny snarled in response, “one.”

“Apologize,” Steve’s fingers tangled into her hair, extracting the hair tie and letting the curls fall in chaotic waves over her shoulders and face.

“Two,” she counted dutifully and angrily, narrowed eyes landing on Steve’s face, “I’m sorry you’re a fucking monster!”

“That just added ten more, Penny,” Bucky sighed through gritted teeth, “you better reign it in.”

“You better just kill me,” she rasped, nails digging into his leg where she was holding on for balance through the hits, “because I won’t reign it in. I’m sick to death of you motherfuckers—Oh, fuck, three!”

“No cursing during punishments, start from one,” Steve ordered darkly, the hand in her hair pulling taught as he glanced into Bucky’s eyes—the baffling combination of anger and dismay and loss in the brunet’s eyes let him know he wasn’t the only one scrambling.

“Fuck you!” Penny shook her head roughly as if to dislodge his hand, canting her head to the side the best she could manage to look him in the eye, “beat me black and blue, I don’t fucking care. Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter anymore! Nothing fucking matters.”

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prettybuckybaby · 3 years

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we lay here for years or for hours, so long we become the flowers; chapter three

The avengers babysit, part two

part seven of single parent peter parker

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“You free this afternoon?”

“I could be. What do you have in mind?”

“There’s a talk on at the science museum at 2:30 about biomolecular engineering. Thought you might be interested in goin’?”

“God, I love you.”

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“Peter?” Natasha didn’t know what she expected on her day off, her official day off, but the kid calling her just after he should be having lunch isn’t it. “Aren’t you at school? Is something wrong?”

“Hi, Tasha,” Peter’s voice is rushed down the phone, almost drowned out by the sound of the school behind him. “Is there any chance you could pick up Leia for me later and hang out with her a few hours?”

“Of course, I can,” She frowns a bit. “It’s not a problem. What’s up?”

“Oh,” Natasha can almost hear Peter fidgeting awkwardly through the phone. “I, er, got detention?”

“You got a detention?” She laughs. “Peter, are you going through your rebellious phase?” She laughs harder when Peter groans.

“No!” He whines. “It was a misunderstanding. Leia’s play group called me and I left the room to answer, and we had a new teacher and she didn’t know that I’m allowed to do that. I came back into the room and she gave me a detention. I said I couldn’t do it, she said I was talking back, and Morita isn’t here today so I can’t get out of it,”

“Peter,” She sighs down the phone. By the way Peter groans, she guesses he knows what she’s going to say. “You have permission to answer calls because you have a child to look after. Do you want me to come down and sort it? Or get Tony to?”

“No,” He sighs heavily. “You know I love you and appreciate it, but I don’t want any of you getting involved in this. If I just suddenly get out of detention people are going to start asking questions. I’ll get May to come with me tomorrow, so it’s not put on my record or anything.”

“Alright,” Natasha relents, trusting Peter enough that he will be able to handle the situation.

“Plus, Leia’s been wanting to hang out with you, anyway,” Peter tells her. She can hear him smiling. “What better time than now?”

“Okay,” She smiles back at him. “What time do you normally pick her up at?”

“I normally pick her up about 2, but the group stays open until 5 if you’re not free right away,”

“I can be there at two,” Natasha tells him, smiling when Peter lets out a happy sigh down the phone.

“Thank you so much,” He tells her, tone genuine. “I’ll let them know it’s you coming so there’s no issues. She’s normally still napping when I get there. Thank you, again,”

“It’s okay, Peter,” She laughs. “What time will you be back at?”

“Er, I’ve got decathlon practice first, and then the detention, so I should be there at half six?”

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Leia is still asleep when she picks her up from play group, just like Peter said she would be. Natasha gets her back to the tower before she even starts to stir, and when she puts Leia down on her couch, she settles right back down.

It’s nearly half past three by the time Leia wakes up, crawling across the length of the couch.

“Hi,” Natasha smiles at the child when she cuddles up to her side, one fist tight around her teddy and the other grasping the blanket the spy had draped over her.

“Tash,” Leia mumbles, eyes still mostly closed. “Had a dream ‘bout flyin’,”

“Flying?” She asks, wrapping one of her arms around Leia’s shoulders and twisting a finger around a ringlet of hair. “Did you have wings?”

“I dunno.” She says around a yawn. Natasha hums “Was just flyin’,”

“Was it fun, at least?”

“Yeah,” Leia mumbles, trying to burrow closer to Natasha’s side. “Where’s Daddy?”

“Daddy got into trouble at school, and I don’t think he wanted you to have to stay with him with nothing to do. He didn’t want you getting bored.”

“Oh. ‘Kay,”

“Yeah,” Natasha grins down at her. “We get to hang out though. That’s fun, isn’t it,”

“Yeah!” Leia smiles, sounding a lot happier and a bit more awake. “What we gon’ do?”

“I don’t know yet. You’re still all sleepy, though, so we can start with watching something. Just until you wake up,” Nat tells her, closing her book and putting it down on the table. “So, what would you like to watch?”

“Um,” Leia wiggles slightly, bringing the hand with Bearbear in it up to her eyes and rubbing gently. “Barbie ‘nd the princesses?”

“Hmm,” Nat hums, reaching for the remote. “The dancing princesses?”

Leia wakes up more throughout the film, giggles and talking to Natasha about what’s going on, gasping when the Duchess is revealed to be the villain.

“Pretty,” Leia sighs when Barbie dances the last waltz in the magical kingdom. “Wanna dance like that,” Natasha hums lightly.

“I can teach you, if you want,” Leia looks up at her, eyes wide.

“You can dance?”

“Yeah,” Nat smiles. “I learned when I was younger,”

“What’s it feel like?” Leia’s eyes widen more as she lifts herself to her knees, balancing herself on Natasha’s arms. Nat thinks for a moment.

“It feels…like flying,”.

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She takes Leia down to the gym after they’ve changed their clothes. Natasha always thought that Tony went overboard with everything he bought for Leia, filling multiple wardrobes with clothes that she’ll grow out of in less than a year. However, she’s quite thankful for it when she manages to find a pair of leggings and a t-shirt that’s loose enough to not limit Leia’s movements.

“Matchin’,” Leia giggles when she sees them in the mirror of the gym. They’re both dressed completely in black, and Natasha took the time to braid Leia’s hair.

“Yeah,” Nat smiles at her through the mirror. “The floors gonna be cold on your feet, okay?” She warns gently as she lowers Leia to the floor.

“No socks?” Leia asks, squealing and giggling when she feels the cold on the bottoms of her feet.

“No, pauk rebenok,” She smiles. “Don’t want to be slipping all over the floor. Right, you sit down here,” She guides Leia down in front of the mirror. “FRIDAY, can you lock the gym, please. To everyone except Peter?”

“Of course, Agent Romanoff,”

“Thanks,” She turns back to look at Leia, who is following her every move. “Okay, you’re going to watch me first, okay?” She smiles when Leia nods her head quickly. “This is a secret, okay? You can’t tell anybody,”

“Not even Daddy?” Leia asks, peering up from the floor. Natasha narrows her eyes at her softly.

“Well, maybe you can tell Daddy. He’s quite good at keeping secrets, I guess,” She nods before she walks over to the sparring mat in the middle of the room. “You ready?”

“Yeah, Tash,”.

Leia doesn’t take her eyes off Natasha as she glides across the floor. She watches as Tasha floats, leaps through the air, landing on her toes and taking off again. She moves as one with the soft piano music that’s filling the room, as if it is flowing through her very being. She’s flying around the room with a gracefulness Leia hasn’t ever seen before, limbs effortlessly controlled, and posture poised perfectly.

Tasha lands with a final spin, feet flat but delicate on the floor just as the music ends. She doesn’t speak when she stops, but smiles when she notices Leia watching her, awe painted on her face.

“So pretty,” Leia mumbles when Natasha bends down and picks up a bottle of water. “I’m going to learn to do that?”

“One day,” Natasha puts the water down after having a drink and holds her hands out for Leia to take. She pulls her up and leads her towards the mat. “But today, we’ll learn how to do stretches, okay?”

“Okay!” Leia agrees easily, nodding her head and sitting down, copying Natasha’s movements.

“Okay, you’ve got to stretch before you do any kind of exercise, alright?” Natasha tells her. “Otherwise, you might hurt yourself. And we don’t want to hurt yourself. Even Steve stretches before he goes for a run,”

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They’re interrupted a little over an hour later, when Natasha has shown Leia a range of stretches she can do before different parts of her body. They’ve spent most of the time sitting on the mat and talking, but Leia can now do any stretch that Natasha tells her to.

“Agent Romanoff, Mr Wilson would like you to know that food is being served upstairs,”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” Natasha smiles at Leia when she stands up, holding her hands out again to pull the toddler up and carrying her out of the gym. “You want to do this again? Maybe actually get to the dancing?” She laughs when Leia starts nodding her head almost immediately. “Okay. I’ll have to ask your Daddy about it though. Make sure he’s okay with it,”

“Thank you, Tash,” Leia smiles up at her, linking her arms around the spy’s neck and hugging her tightly.

“You’re very welcome, zolottse,” She smiles as she steps into the lift. She speaks again when the lift starts going up without Nat having to ask FRIDAY. “Remember, this is a secret, okay? Nobody but Daddy can know,”

“Okay, Tash,”

“Hey,” The doors open into the shared kitchen, where almost everyone else is. Only Peter and Harley are missing. “I didn’t know you were here, Bug,” Sam grins at Leia when they walk out the lift. “Is Daddy with you?”

“No,” Natasha replies while Leia shakes her head. She sits Leia down on the chair next to Tony before she takes her own.

“Where is itsy bitsy?” Tony asks, standing up and grabbing a juice for Leia. He’s just pieced the straw through when the lift chimes and the doors open. “Speak of the devil,”

“Hey,” Peter smiles, kissing Leia gently on the top of her head. “Thank you, Tasha,”

“It’s no problem, Peter,” She smiles at him. “Always happy to have my favourite girl around,” She winks at Leia, who smiles back with a giggle.

“You staying for food? Or do you have to get back to your Aunt?” Peter glances at Leia before he responds to Sam.

“We can stay for a bit. May doesn’t finish at the hospital until eight,” Peter smiles when Sam hands him a plate. “Thanks, man,”

“Why are you so late, Pete?” Bruce asks him. Peter shrugs one shoulder.

“Got detention,” Everyone looks up at him, disbelief on their faces.

“You got a detention?” Tony raises an eyebrow at him. “Why?”

“It was a misunderstanding with a new teacher. May knows. She’s going to speak to Morita about it tomorrow,”

“Right,”

“How long are detentions these days?” Clint asks him, turning back to his food. “They were only an hour when I was in school,”

“I had decathlon practice as well,”

“On a Tuesday?” Tony asks. Peter raises an eyebrow at the suspicion on his face.

“Yeah? MJ decided we needed some extra practice. We’ve got a meet soon,” Tony nods slowly, face still showing his scepticism. Peter changes the subject. “Where’s Harley?”

“He told me he was going out with Brad again,” Pepper smiles at him. Tony perks up again.

“So,” He grins, “Who is this Brad. You know him?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods at him. “Yeah, I mean, we’re not really friends, but,” He shrugs.

“You’re not friends with him?” Steve asks, trying not to sound too invested in the gossip.

“Not really. We’re in different circles, I guess. We don’t have any classes together and we’ve never really…spoken much. He’s in Harley’s engineering class,”

“Is he nice?”

“Yeah. I mean, we haven’t spoken much but he’s nice. His friends are nice.” Peter tells them. “Harls really likes him though. He’s been wanting to talk to him for ages, he just hadn’t found the courage.”

“So, you approve?” Sam asks. Peter rolls his eyes with a snort.

“Harley doesn’t need my approval,”

“But does he have it?”

“I mean, I guess?” Peter is saved from elaborating further by the lift doors opening again, and Harley himself walking into the room.

“How was your date, kid?” Tony asks without any greeting, grinning at the slight red flush that appears on Harley’s cheeks.

“Yeah.” He smiles, sitting down next to Peter. “Yeah, it was good.”

“How’s it going?” Pepper asks, smiling when Harley steels a potato off Peter’s plate and the younger boy scowls at him. “You and Brad?”

“Good,” The teen smiles at her again. “He’s…nice. We have a good time together,”

Natasha and Bucky both notice how he glances at Peter when he speaks. They send him a sad smile.

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May Flowers (Part One)(Broken Wings Verse)

Welcome back to the Broken Wings Verse! This peek back into the family shenanigans takes place six months after the Thanksgiving chapter and features some changes for our faves, a celebration for Tony’s birthday and of course, loads of obligatory fluffiness and loving support.

This is a Happy Birthday Commission for @korrababy today, and part two is MY gift to korrababy and will post on 5/29, Tony’s birthday!

PART TWO

ORIGINAL SERIES MASTERLIST HERE

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The sun was barely on the horizon when the blankets at the side of the massive four poster bed were tugged a few different times and a high pitched little voice started babbling nonsense from somewhere near the floor. Atop the mattress a pile of black and silver wings shifted and parted to reveal two very tired Omegas who were no where near ready to face the day despite the insistence of one very awake baby.

“Lo.” Even half asleep Bucky moved his wings carefully as he rolled away from Loki’s arms, the metal tips clicking and rustling as he folded them back. “Lo, wake up. Your daughter wants something.”

“Oh, she’s my daughter, is she?” Grumbling immediately at the loss of warmth, Loki burrowed further into the blankets and swept their wings up over their face in a direct protest towards waking. “So when the entire world is cooing about how lovely and smart Maria is she is you and Anthony’s daughter, but when she wants juice at some god awful hour, she’s mine? How exactly does that work?”

“Dunno know it works but that’s how it ‘s gonna be.” Bucky grunted. “You wanted me and Maria here at night, you get her juice in the morning.”

And then after a pause, “How’d’ya know she wants juice? Maria can’t talk yet, it’s just a bunch of nonsense.”

“Allspeak, love.” Loki finally sighed and sat up to stretch, waving idle fingers and magicking a giggling ten month old up off the floor and onto the middle of the bed. “I can understand every language across the realms and apparently that extends to baby talk.”

“Hullo, beauty.” Bucky cleared enough morning gruffness from his voice to purr at his daughter. “How’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

“Oooooh.” Maria blinked wide blue eyes at her Papa and Loki and flashed them a mostly-gummy smile before breaking into another string of coos and babbles, waving pudgy arms emphatically and tugging at Loki’s feathers.

“No, darling. No juice.” Loki shook their head and waited until Bucky’s left arm curled over the baby protectively before leaving the bed. “Not this early in the morning, the sugar will rot your teeth.”

Maria pouted at the Omega, then turned to her Papa and rambled on for another moment and when it became that Bucky was only a split second from giving Maria whatever she wanted, Loki sighed and swooped her up into their arms, wrapping multi colored wings around the baby and scolding gently, “No no, love. I don’t care if Thor drinks a gallon of juice in the morning. Your Uncle is little more than a toddler himself, you cannot go to him for advice.”

Bucky grinned to himself watching Loki with Maria, and when the other Omega arched an eyebrow in question, he explained, “You’re so good with her, Lo. Thank you.”

“It’s the easiest thing in the world to love her.” they answered authoritatively, and then softer, “And to love you as well, even if you insist on giving Maria all manner of sugary sweets.”

Maria scowled at Loki like she understood the Omega was saying no again, and Loki ducked their head to rub their nose against Maria’s satin soft skin. “You know Bucky, I think she has a scowl to rival yours? So terribly attractive on such a little face.”

“Aw, do you got a mean mug, sugar?” Bucky took Maria back so Loki could use the bathroom, and tossed his daughter up into the air, laughing out loud at her squeals and catching her easily gently in his arms every time. Maria was fascinated by his silver fingers just like she was fascinated by the blue of their Alpha’s arc reactor and Bucky only laughed harder when the ten month old open mouth nommed on his thumb.

“None of that, please.” Loki glamoured out of their pajamas and into regular clothes from the bathroom door. “With Anthony as her family Alpha, Maria is already born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she doesn’t need to cut teeth on silver thumbs as well.”

“You can get her breakfast?” Bucky handed Maria off perhaps a little reluctantly, his desire to get a few more hours of sleep warring with the need to cuddle the baby close. The first months after Maria had been born were so difficult that it was only recently the Omega felt even capable of taking care of her, much less felt like he enjoyed it. “Or-- Or I can do it?”

“Go back to sleep, love.” Loki’s green and black wings spread enough to mingle with Bucky’s dangerous edges, their breath catching a bit as they leaned in to nuzzle at the other Omega’s cheek. Physical affection didn’t come easy to either Omega, but Maria had drawn the them in close and then closer still until Bucky was spending most nights in Loki’s room and feathers and fingers stayed tangled together until morning.

The intimacy was a far cry from Loki jumping every time a member of the family so much as touched their hand, and most days they couldn’t believe how easy it all was now.

Kissing something else though, a step too far perhaps, so Loki contented themselves with a bare brush of lips over Bucky’s cheek and a quiet trill in answer to a sweet purr. “I’ll take the little one for breakfast, you rest a while longer.”

“Thank you.” Bucky flopped back into the pillows and stretched his wings wide now there was no chance of the bladed tips accidentally cutting anyone. “Hey, Lo?”

“Yes?”

Bucky swallowed before continuing, “You think how you feel about Tony will ever change? Cos our Alpha is real easy to love too. You’re missing out, keeping away from him like this.”

“Missing out.” Loki looked down at their arms full of sweet baby and then over at their bed full of a wholly unexpected but wholly welcome Omega partner. “I think our definitions of ‘missing out are very different. And I’m not keeping away from Anthony. I just have all I want with you and Maria and the company of hte others.”

“Don’t know about that.” Bucky’s big shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. “I spent a lot of time missing out on a lotta things when Stevie first brought me home. Most of it I’ve made up for, but I regret every second I spent running from our Alpha instead of letting him love me.”

“I--well--” Loki couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through them at the thought of the family Alpha. Tony was gorgeous and virile, sweet and funny, he supported every member of their rather large rather un-traditional family emotionally and physically not to mention the Alpha single handedly paid for everything and everyone who called their compound home.

Tony had made no secret of his attraction to Loki, the Alpha’s bold wings shimmering and shuddering anytime Loki so much as smiled in his direction and the whiskey warm eyes darkening to red if Loki wore anything particular fitted. But Tony had also made it perfectly clear he expected nothing from Loki-- not the same sort of instant attraction Thor had given, not the submission and wish to bond the other Omegas offered, not the whole hearted, undying loyalty the Beta’s showed.

All Tony had asked was that Loki find their place in the family and settle, all the Alpha had done was assure Loki they were safe and they were home and after six months at the compound, Loki had taken the words to heart and believed it to their soul.

They were safe and this was home and they had a place in the family, with Maria and next to Bucky, laughing at Thor’s antics as he courted the Omega Steven, spending quiet time with the fearsome Natasha and enigmatic Pepper, watching as the Omega Clint and Beta Sam teased and bothered each other. They admired Bruce’s genius from afar, let their magic twine with Wanda and Pietro’s when the twins were home, listened to the Colonel wax poetic and sarcastic around Tony.

They were home and the only thing missing was--

“Lo.” Bucky’s nostrils flared and he smiled when the other Omega’s scent brightened with longing and a thread of arousal. “Maybe take the Ice Omega act down a notch and let our Alpha love you, huh? You know he’d be good to you, he’s good to everyone.”

Loki didn’t answer and Bucky added mischievously, “Besides, you can act frosty all you want but we’ve all seen your wings change colors when Tony gets too close. What are you still pretending for?”

“Ice Omega.” Loki corralled their thoughts and flicked their fingers at Bucky, spraying a line of frost up the metal limb. “If Maria didn’t need breakfast right now, I’d freeze you solid for that Omega.”

“Still gonna deny you don’t want our Alpha?”

“JARVIS, the lights please!” Loki called instead, and Bucky huffed a knowing laugh before rolling back over to get some more sleep.

“Come along sweetheart.” Loki pulled their necklace out of Maria’s mouth and carried the baby from the room and out into the hall. “Breakfast time.”

This early in the morning the compound was sleeping and quiet, so even though Loki was astonishingly light footed they still glamoured their footsteps to make sure they didn’t wake anyone else up.

Clint was only a day out of his heat so the Omega was most likely still sequestered in with Tony and wouldn’t be around until later in the afternoon. Colonel Rhodes had arrived late the night before so he and Pepper would be in their room which meant Natasha was curled up in Sam’s bed, both Beta’s sleeping soundly since their biologies were infinitely less high maintenance than the others.

Bruce slept alone even when Thor was home, which worked out well since Steven needed extra attention in his current condition, and Yinsen’s suite of rooms were taken by the twins who’d flown in from Sokovia to spend Tony’s upcoming birthday with everyone.

The compound was full but far from suffocating and Loki had learned to love the well orchestrated chaos. It was so different from the drama and politics of Asgard that even as they quieted Maria’s chatter with soft trills and a cloak of feathers, the Omega found themselves looking forward to another day surrounded by family.

“Go on, then.” Once they made it to the kitchen and it was safe to be a little louder, Loki set the baby on the floor. “Go explore while I make breakfast.”

Maria promptly dropped to all fours to crawl around the chairs and Loki admonished gently, “No no, darling. We people not bear cubs, you are a baby, not a stink bug. Up on two legs please!”

The ten month old blithely ignored him and Loki just sighed and began preparing a soft breakfast Maria’s few teeth could handle.

Partway through scrambling eggs and cooking up apples with a little cinnamon, the family Alpha himself stumbled into the kitchen and Maria immediately squealed and chucked her water cup, waving tiny fists excitedly for her Papa.

“Oh, there’s the most beautiful girl in the world.” Tony looked utterly exhausted, drained and honestly halfway to comatose after a hard heat with one of his Omega mates, but he lit up with a grin as he cuddled the baby up close. “How are you today, Ms Maria? Your Daddy loves you, yes huh! Yes huh!”

The Alpha’s eyes flickered from whiskey warm to interested red when he caught sight of Loki, and just like he did every morning Tony held his hand out palm up for the Omega, curling his fingers coaxingly and rumbling, “Good morning, Lo.”

“Good-- good morning.” It was the same nickname Bucky called them, the same nickname everyone in the family called them but Loki’s breath still caught in his throat when Tony said it. “How does the morning find you?”

“Happy to see you, just like every morning.” Tony’s iron edged scent mellowed with contentment when Loki took his hand, and the kiss he left on Loki’s knuckles was tender. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Scrambled eggs and cinnamon apples.” Loki pointed to the pans and asked, “Would you like some?”

“No Alpha in the world would turn down a beautiful Omega offering them food...” Tony turned Loki’s hand over and kissed at their palm as well, fighting to keep his wings calm and smile tempered when the Omega purred in pleasure. He didn’t believe in pushing an Omega into anything at all but oh when Loki stopped fighting their instincts and let Tony take care of them…

Oh.

“...but I have to get back to Clint.” he finished and Loki nodded in understanding. “If you have time later, I have something new in the lab to show you.”

“Another trinket, Anthony?” Loki went back to stirring eggs as if their entire arm wasn’t tingling from the touch of the Alpha’s lips, glossy feathers trembling with the need to present. “Haven’t you given me enough shiny things?”

“This one’s more for me.” the Alpha wrinkled his nose and winked, and Maria wrinkled her little nose and blinked and Tony laughed out loud in delight and leaned down to rumble into his daughter’s ear. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.” Alpha. The word was on the tip of Loki’s tongue but they didn’t say it. Not yet.

Not--not yet.

“It’s a date.” Tony stole a bite of eggs and hurried out the door, stopped to kiss Natasha on the way out and grinned when the Beta snatched him back for a better kiss, then ran up the hall to get back to the bedroom and his Omega.

Clint was still curled up in bed and the Alpha shucked his jammies so he could crawl back into bed and hug up close to his mate, big wings opening wide and settling over them like a warm blanket.

Clint hadn’t been his first Omega-- that was Steve- but the bond between Alpha and Omega was still something very special, something intense and beautiful, different from what Tony shared with Steve and Bucky and different from the non-sexual but still soul deep bond he shared with Pepper.

Clint had been mated once before to Phil Coulson, but after one too many close calls and missed heats the pair had decided to dissolve their bond and move on and the Omega-- well the Omega had barely survived. Clint had been emotionally devastated, damn near physically compromised and hardly able to even look another Alpha in the eye when he’d met Tony and they’d come a long ways in the years since.

Tony would never be over knowing the Omega had chosen him after being so hurt, when it would have been infinitely easier for him to just stay single. Clint had been the one to force Tony back himself after Afghanistan, to show up with gorgeous brown wings flared high and demand that his Alpha take care of him like he was supposed to, to demand Tony be a good mate and a good Alpha and hold him.

Clint had been there the night Obadiah had come and buried three different arrows in the Alpha’s black heart as Obadiah fell to his death, had been there over and over for Bucky when things were so difficult after Maria and Tony loved his Omega so much there were days he actually ached with it.

But lately his mate had been quiet and a little withdrawn, this last heat tinged with a bitter edge of desperation and Tony had tried over and over to soothe the distress and uncertainty that kept bleeding into Clint’s cherry blossom scent.

Usually the Omega was hilarious during heat, demanding and bordering bratty, happily taking what he needed from his Alpha and having no qualms about leaving Tony literally wrung dry afterwards. It was a marked difference from Steve who was gorgeous in full blown submission and Bucky who was still hesitant to let himself go fully and Tony loved it.

Clint was hilarious and perfect and the Alpha loved it, which made the Omega’s recent quietness even more worrisome.

“Pretty Omega.” When Clint shifted in bed sometime later, Tony mouthed over the Omega’s bonding spot and purred into his skin. “Pretty, perfect thing, tell me what’s bothering you? Please?”

The Omega stayed silent for long enough that Tony thought maybe he’d fallen back asleep, but then finally, “Heat wore me out this time around. It’s enough to make an Omega feel like he’s getting old. Can’t keep up.”

“You’re the same age as me” Tony dug his teeth into Clint’s shoulder teasingly. “In fact, your birthday’s only a few weeks past mine. Are you trying to tell me I’m getting old, Omega? Cos I’m going to take immediate offence to that.”

“S’different for an Omega.” Clint sort of muttered and Tony hesitated, not really sure what his mate was trying to say. “And it’s hard to compete when your other Omegas are super soldiers and a demi god and Pepper. Just makes me feel… I dunno. Nevermind.”

“Hey hey hey, what’s this all about?” Tony tried to tip his mate’s chin up, staring deep into Clint’s blue eyes. “Have I not been spending enough time with you? Spoiling you enough? Are you okay? What’s this about my other Omegas, who cares about that? What’s going on, Clint?”

“Nothing.” Clint’s throat jerked as he swallowed, but he didn’t pull away when the Alpha budged him in closer. “But I uh-- I wouldn’t hate if you stayed in bed with me a little longer?”

“I’ll stay here all day.” the Alpha promised and cuddled up close to do exactly that, gathered his mate up over his heart until Clint’s nose was tucked over the steady hum of the arc reactor, ran his fingers through the rich brown feathers and rumbled and growled comfortingly until the heat-exhausted Omega was sleeping again.

“Pretty perfect Omega.” he whispered into Clint’s hair. “I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

And once Clint was snoring, the Alpha pressed a gentle gentle hand to the curve of his mate’s stomach and decided to keep quiet a little longer about the way Clint’s scent had sweetened or all the ways their cozy world was about to change all over again.

His mate would talk to him when he was ready, they could keep it a secret a little longer.

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“Come on, Omega. I know you can do better than that.” Sam dodged a half hearted punch from Bucky and fluffed his red wings out wide in a show of aggression. “Why are you holding back?”

“Because I’ll kill you if I punch you full strength.” the Omega said flatly, and ruffed up his own black and silver wings to match the Beta. “So why don’t you quit posturing and just let me work out like I asked. With Steve all big right now no one else except Tasha wants to spar with me, and she either gets weird and deadly, or she refuses to fight cos I’m a pretty Omega.”

“You’re a mouthy Omega.” Sam snapped and Bucky grinned, “And you’re an over compensating Beta. Square up and fight me.”

“Square up?” the Beta laughed. “You’re the one pulling your punches!”

“Yeah well shockingly enough, I like your face and don’t want it pulverized.” Bucky was laughing now too, and Sam’s dark eyes warmed at the sound. “I’ll keep pulling my punches, you get up here and actually try.”

“Actually I was thinking--” Sam stopped when the gym door creaked open and Steve came through. “--I was thinking that it looks impossible for him to walk at that size, oh my god.”

Bucky snorted a laugh and they both turned to watch as the blond Omega waddled walked slowly across the gym to where he’d left his phone, then sighed over loud when he found it on the floor.

“Stevie.” Bucky dropped his gloves and slid out from beneath the ropes of the boxing ring. “Stevie, let me get that for you.”

“Nope I’ve got it.” These days Steve was as stubborn as ever, though the stubbornness was an actual hazard to his health seeing as how he was at least twice as round as he used to be and constantly exhausted.

It was actually exhausting just to watch the heavily pregnant Omega, and Sam clicked his tongue sympathetically as Steve tried to squat to reach his phone, then tried to bend over at his alarmingly stretched waist, then huffed and puffed and sat down on a bench before leaning far over and stretching his fingers to reach, wings spread wide in an attempt to balance.

“For fucks sake, Stevie.” Bucky scowled at the other Omega and pushed him back up to sitting, smoothing down a few ruffled feathers. “Being this stubborn when you were four feet tall was one thing, being this stubborn at four feet wide is something else. Ask for help, you wacky Omega.”

“But I don’t need help.” The Captain insisted, jutting out his chin and trying to fold his arms and then groaning when they only propped up on the curve of his belly and ruined the look entirely. “Seriously Buck, I can handle this.”

“Honey, if you don’t let Bucky help you up from that bench you might have to live there till the baby comes.” Sam jogged over to wrap a protective arm and wing around Steve’s back and let the Omega grab onto his other hand for leverage. “Why didn’t you have JARVIS just ask us to bring you the phone?”

“...I’m having a hard time not being able to do everything.” Steve admitted after a long minute, cheek flushing a dull red and eyes shuttering in embarrassment. “Buck, you were so pretty when you were expecting Maria and I thought I’d be the same. Instead I look like I crashed an all you can eat restaurant and then swallowed a beach ball.”

Sam made a truly valiant effort not to laugh and only kissed Steve’s head to assure the Omega, “You’re gorgeous, Steve. Radiant. Practically glowing.”

“He’s not glowing, it’s sweat.” Bucky denied and Steve kicked out at him. “But don’t worry, I always felt like I ate a damn beach ball too. Don’t worry. It’s not just you.”

“That doesn’t really help, but thanks anyway.” The blond muttered miserably. “This just-- this all sucks way more than I thought it would. Can’t wait to be on to the next step.”

“Diapers and spit up and never getting any sleep?” Bucky sidestepped the bulk of Steve’s belly and kissed the other Omega gently. “Yeah, it’s real fun.”

“I dunno, sure seems like it’s real fun for you now that you’ve got Loki helping.” Sam waggled his eyebrows at Bucky. “You seem a lot less stressed now that a literal demi god is warming your bed.”

“Stevie’s got a demi god in his bed too!” Bucky protested, and the Beta deadpanned, “Yeah, but you’re not taking a hammer sized knot every night. You are definitely the more relaxed out of that particular dynamic.”

Bucky howled with laughter while Steve made a scandalized noise and only once both Omega’s scents had emptied of anything anxious did Sam spread his fingers over Steve’s belly and croon, “Sweet baby, how are you today? We’re going to name you Thomas. Yes we are!”

“His name is definitely not Thomas.” Bucky disagreed promptly. “Baby’s gonna be Stanley. Stanley and Maria Stark, right Stevie?”

“Steve!” Natasha’s snow white wings opened wide in excitement when she peeked into the gym and saw the Omega, but the peck on Steve’s cheek was much less enthusiastic than the way the Beta nuzzled over his navel and purred, “Hello baby Nathaniel! Little Bubba! Auntie Tasha can’t wait to meet you!”

“For the hundredth time?” Steve waited until three pairs of eyes met his. “I haven’t decided on a name for the baby yet. Cut it out.”

“Of course we have!” Word had spread that the family was congregating in the gym so next at the door was Thor and then Bruce. The Alpha spread brilliant golden wings open wide to encompass Bruce’s shoulders without smothering the doctor, and Bruce’s hands were full of various vitamins, juice, and for some reason flowers for Steve. “We are going to name the boy Sigurd Starkson! For he will be victorious in everything, and guardian of all he loves!”

Everything about Thor was massive, from the breadth of his shoulders to the size of his hands, the boom of his voice and the stretch of his wings, but he was nothing but careful so careful and so so gentle as he picked Steve up into his arms and pressed his face into the Omega’s throat.

“My love, you will be sure to give the child a strong name, won’t you?” he rumbled and the Omega-- too tickled to be manhandled about as if he were still tiny-- only purred in response. “Something to shout on the battlefield and in the halls of Asgard?”

“Don’t name the poor kid anything that can’t be pronounced!” Sam protested, and Natasha added, “And nothing that can easily turn into a terrible nickname!” and when Bucky started to chime in with his own idea, Bruce was the one to raise his voice and hush them all with a firm, “Thor, put Steve down so I can give him vitamins. Sam, we aren’t naming the baby anything unpronounceable. Tasha, you don’t get a vote because I heard you threaten to call him Nathaniel no matter what we put on the birth certificate and Bucky--”

Bucky’s black wings lifted curiously and Bruce’s smile was fond. “-- bring Maria to the lab later so I can show you the walker I built for her. It has a light show in it.”

“I’ll bring her by tonight.” Bucky promised, and Bruce leaned in to push their foreheads together for a moment.

Bruce was even more averse to physical touch than Loki, but the doctor had learned to trust Bucky with gentle forehead touches and to trust Thor with a little more than even that. His love with the demi god had been startling to the entire family but the way Thor honored every one of Bruce’s boundaries while still showering him in praise and adoration had settled Bucky’s initial protectiveness, and watching the huge Alpha treat Bruce with such delicacy had led to Steve loving Thor even more.

Then the Omega’s love for Thor had shifted to include increased affection for Bruce and for the first maybe ever, Bruce had a solid connection with more than just their Alpha.

“We should talk about our Alpha’s birthday.” Natasha waited until Bucky and Bruce had pulled away before clearing her throat and changing the subject. “Of course he will want a family dinner, everyone except Yinsen is already here in the compound so that’s easy enough. I have a present ready for him and I can promise it’s way better than anything you have planned.”

“Rude.” Sam snarked and Nat only bared her teeth in a smile and rustled her snow white feathers in his direction. “I think Steve’s got a gift covered since he’s due any day now, and Bucky won’t ever have to buy our Alpha anything again now that Maria’s around. Bruce?”

“Tony’s been wanting to change a few things around the compound so I rewrote some codes that will put it all into effect.” Bruce shrugged absentmindedly. “The time the blinds come up, the light schedule. Did you guys know the east wall is supposed to open up to all windows? It’s the one thing Tony never got done before we moved in and we’ve been so busy living here, he never came back around to it. I got that fixed too.”

“I brought our Alpha some ceremonial jewelry from Asgard.” Thor kept a possessive, protective hand over his Omega’s stomach and let just the far tips of his primaries brush against Bruce’s leg. “It is meant for Princes of the high realms, but our Alpha is every bit as deserving. I’m not sure what Loki has planned but I’m sure they’ve put much thought into it.”

“So everyone’s got a great gift except me?” Sam threw up his hands in frustration, red wings fluffed in annoyance. “How am I going to top ceremonial jewelry belonging to Princes of the high realms?”

“You won't.” Thor said gravely and Bucky smothered a laugh at the demi-gods insistence. “But you should try all the same.”

“You need to rest.” Bruce informed Steve, and then to Bucky, “You’ll bring Maria soon?”

“Soon.” he agreed. “What’s with the flowers, though?”

“These are for my love!” Thor took the flowers from Bruce and unfolded them into a crown, setting it gently on Steve’s hair. “They are May flowers, Hawthorn for hope and happiness and Lilies-of-the-valley because my life is complete for having found you, Omega.”

“Oh.” Steve blushed scarlet clear to the roots of his hair, and Thor beamed down at the Omega before plucking a bloom of each and turning to offer them to Bruce, lowering his voice and murmuring something only the Doctor could hear.

Bruce wasn’t one for blushing, but his smile stretched towards goofy when he took the blooms from the demi-god, and behind them Sam muttered, “What the hell, why am I no where near the most romantic person in the room right now?”

“Don’t worry darling, I think you’re romantic.” Natasha didn’t take her eyes off the trio as Thor led Steve and Bruce out of the gym again. “Not as romantic as Thor, but somewhere above Pietro, definitely.”

The Beta slanted a sideways look at Natasha and decided, “You know what? Tasha, why don’t you stay and work out with Buck? Apparently I need to brush up on my romance skills. That and he’s pulling his punches which is a waste of my time.”

“Bucky pulls his punches because he likes your face.” the redhead retorted, but her green eyes gleamed as she stripped down to a sports bra and kicked her shoes away. “Pretty Omega, wanna go a few rounds with me?”

“I never realized Pretty Omega could sound so threatening.” Bucky said faux mournfully, and Sam laughed himself clear down the hall, leaving them to their wrestling, and wondering if their Alpha was up for some cuddles.

At least Tony thought he was romantic.

***************

Clint made it away from his Alpha’s side and downstairs sometime after dinner, but since he was still worn out after heat, he didn’t complain when Wanda and Pietro bustled him towards a couch and crowded in on either side.

Hearing aids felt unnecessary and maybe even overwhelming at the moment, so Clint left them on the side table and simply angled his body and wings so he could see the kids talking, content just to listen to the kids and smile along with the conversation.

Even if the Omega was feeling up to engaging, keeping up with Wanda and Pietro’s conversations was damn near impossible these days. After months in Sokovia working to repair the war torn country, the regional dialect had crept back into their usual Russian speech and blurred with English as well. When the twins were home with Clint, they each signed their words too so Clint could follow along whether his aids were in or not.

It was confusing to say the least, mildly amusing to watch for the family and outright ridiculous as hell for anyone who wasn’t used to Wanda and Pietro’s particular brand of chaos but for Clint-- for Clint the twins and their mess of language and quick hands felt like home and his scent settled the longer he sat there with them.

“Tony will be happy just to have us home.” Pietro signed/rambled quickly. “We will do a family dinner and the Alpha will get teary eyed and emotional. Let’s send for a picture from the orphanage he paid to build and call it good.”

“That is lazy and you know it.” Wanda scolded, her oddly clawed wings waving in annoyance. “The family Alpha deserves more than that.”

“But he doesn’t want more than that.” Pietro argued back. “And the best present is the one someone wants, right?”

Clint smiled at Pietro’s reasoning and slumped further into the couch, leaning more into the boy’s warmth and reaching out for Wanda’s hand to hold. He loved the children as if they were his own, no matter that he’d found them while on a mission with SHIELD and they’d been more than half grown at that point, no matter that they still held the memories of their parents dear to their heart. The adoption certificate Tony had gifted Clint and the twins with two years ago read ‘Wanda and Pietro Maximoff-Barton-Stark’ and that was all that mattered.

Just before he closed his eyes, Clint caught Wanda asking, “What has Steve decided to name the baby?” but he missed whatever Pietro said in response, and let himself sink into the safety of his family.

“Wanda.” the moment Clint’s eyes were closed Pietro switched entirely to Sokovian, his hands falling still in case the Omega was still watching a little bit. “Is Clint okay?”

“I’m not sure.” Wanda pursed her lips in a frown and placed on hand over Clint’s forehead to check his temperature, let red strands of magic flow from her other hand and press at the Omega’s temple, probing gently carefully into his mind. “Something is wrong, but I cannot pinpoint exactly what. And it’s not…it’s not wrong, it’s simply different. I’m not sure.”

“Hm.” Pietro’s wings usually only made an appearance as a sign of respect for their family’s Alpha, bursting out electric blue for a few seconds before disappearing but today he let them out slow, let the bright blue feathers unfurl steadily until they were fully extended fully and settled over Clint’s shoulders. “Maybe we just sit here for a little bit with him then. He’d like that.”

Wanda smiled watching her brother take care of their father figure. Pietro had come a long way in the years since Clint had saved them, maturing and growing into a man sure to make anyone a good mate but she knew Pietro’s heart lay with Sokovia, with fixing their home land and helping repair what decades of war had done.

Beyond that, it was the lack of biology that kept Pietro from straying towards looking for a mate. Neither he nor Wanda had the secondary biology that marked all but Bruce in their pieced together family, they weren’t Alpha, Omega or Beta, their scents reeked of mutant and powers and things most people would not understand.

But here at home they were understood, they were welcome and they were family and Wanda hummed as she flexed her powers again to ease the wrinkle of distress between Clint’s brow.

Pietro was right, Tony would be thrilled just to have a family dinner together but the man who had taken so many broken misfit pieces and created a home deserved more than that.

… and Wanda had a good idea what her present could be.

She just needed some help and permission from Colonel Rhodes, first.

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Manhattan 7

Word Count: 4999

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Background Platonic Avengers x Fem!Reader, Platonic Oceans 8 x Fem!Reader

Warning/s: Too many time jumps.

A/N: I’M SORRY.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 8 | 9

***

“I can’t believe we made it,” Tony cried out as he holds you from behind. You leaned back against him. You’re gathered at one corner of the quad with the rest of the Avengers, hugging and congratulating each other after finally finishing university. The place is packed with the graduates and their families, as well as the whole faculty and staff. You looked around and wished Lou was there with you too.

“Congratulations, love.”

You nearly tripped on your robe in your haste to disentangle yourself from Tony’s arms. You looked behind him with wide eyes. Standing there, smiling softly at you is your girlfriend Lou. She looked breathtaking in her baby blue suit with a dozen sunflowers in her hands.

“You said you’re in Prague?” Thor asked, standing behind you. Loki sidled up next to him, squinting at their sister. Lou never took her eyes off of you as she shrugs.

“I was -” She answered, her lips curling up ever so slightly. “But I couldn’t miss this day for Y/N.”

“What?” Thor and Loki gasped dramatically, prompting everyone to laugh while Lou just walks up to you. You immediately melted against her when she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“You know this isn’t my first college graduation, right?” You whispered against her ear, making her shiver and laugh. She pulled back to give you a gentle kiss on your temple.

“I know but I still wanna be here for you.”

“We heard that,” Thor grumbled half-heartedly.

“Heard what?”

“That Lou just came home for Y/N.” The fake pout on Loki’s face was both hilarious and endearing.

You tried to stand on your tiptoes to see over your girlfriend’s shoulder when you think you heard Nine’s voice. Lou chuckled before taking pity on you and turning you around to see everyone without having to extricate yourself from her.

“Hi,” Tammy greeted you with a loving smile. With Lou holding you by the waist, your arms were free to reach out for Tammy. She laughed before indulging you. You inhaled deeply. You always love how Tammy always smells so clean like freshly laundered linen.

“What are you guys doing here?” You whispered against her shoulders, the ends of her soft, golden hair tickling your face.

“We were told Lou’s buying everyone lunch.” Lou cocked her eyebrow at her best friend. And after dating Lou and working closely with Debbie for a year now, you can almost hear the silent conversation between them.

“I am?”

“You are,” you confirmed, making everyone cheer. "You told me on the phone last night how proud you are of everyone, and how it’s been too long since you’ve taken them out.”

“She did?” Thor asked, quite surprised. You gave Lou a quick wink. She grinned when she realized what you’re doing. Not that she thinks its necessary since she’s sure her brothers aren’t really being serious.

“So, lunch. Your choice, kids.” Surprisingly, no one complained about being called kids in the prospect of free food. The team huddled closer together to discuss their options.

“Please, for the love of all that is good and holy. Let it not be Applebees,” Daphne prayed quietly beside her girlfriend, Debbie. Yet still audible to those in close proximity, making the Heist crew chuckle at the brunette’s dramatics.

***

Lou drove expertly around town in her 2019 Porsche Cayenne while her free hand hold yours. You ignore Nine’s complaining about how sickly sweet you two are.

“Where are we going?” Lou asks, mostly to herself, as she trails behind Thor and Nat’s car. Everyone decided to carpool, knowing how hard it is to get parking in the city. Before you can answer though, the car stopped in front of Le Coucou in Soho. You glanced outside, while Lou started laughing, and Nine sat forward.

“Wow -” Nine mused with mirth in her tone. “I didn’t think your brothers can be so vindictive.”

Nine chuckled before gently pushing Tammy to exit through her side. The blonde softly grumbled about how the woman is always so rough, making you chuckle as you exit the vehicle yourself. The rest of the Heist is already waiting for you at the side Le Coucou, carefully avoiding not to block the sidewalk. Lou caught up with you easy after making sure that the car was locked. Damn her and her long, beautiful, strong legs.

“I’ll give it to you, boys. Good choice,” Constance says after arriving at the private room reserved ahead of you. She and Nine gave everyone high-fives, making Debbie and Lou roll their eyes playfully.

Loki and Thor shared a proud look on their faces. “We’re still Odinsons, after all.”

***

Lunch was extremely fun. For the most part, it felt like it’s been forever since you and the rest of the Avengers sat down and have a proper meal. Due to everyone’s crazy schedule leading up to graduation, everyone was cramming to get every requirement done. After dessert, Lou allowed everyone to order alcohol, except for Nat and Thor who were, unfortunately, the designated driver.

“Y/N, choose our first poison.” Tony nearly yelled in his excitement but dialled it down to an acceptable volume when Pepper pinched his arm. You giggled before sauntering away to the bar.

While you were busy scanning the wine, cocktails, and spirits list, Nat and Carol bumped into Lou when the latter was about to exit the washroom. There was a beat of awkward silence before Nat cleared her throat.

“Thanks for today, sestra.” Lou smiled upon hearing the nickname the founding kids used to call her when they’re all still cute, little angels.

“What for?”

“For today, and -” Nat paused, not sure if what she’s about to say is appropriate. Lou waited patiently, like a good big sister.

“- and for taking care of Y/N.” Carol finished for her girlfriend.

“Look at you two, finishing each other’s sentences.” Lou joked, making the two squint their eyes at her. She ruffled each of their red and blonde heads affectionately, effectively distracting the two.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I love her.”

“We know.” Both spoke at the same time.

“Just don’t hurt her, okay?” Nat said seriously warned.

“I won’t, you have my word.”

You smiled softly on the ground, as you lean against the wall of the hallway outside the washroom. For your part, you didn’t mean to eavesdrop. You actually needed to wash your hands after Loki made you spill your drink while he and Clint were horsing around.

***

“Ugh! Finally,” you said as you plop down on Lou’s bed. Mostly it’s your shared bed now. Since, if you two are being honest, you’ve been sleeping there more than you sleep in your own bed.

“Take your clothes off, baby.” You rolled to your side to look at her while she wipes away her makeup in the adjacent bathroom.

“Wow, no foreplay?” You have a sly smile on your face when Lou looked back at you through the mirror.

“No. You’ve been wearing that dress all day, and you’re getting germs all over out sheets, silly.” You pouted adorably before sitting up and walking towards the bathroom as well.

“Well, you can’t fault a girl for trying.” You turned your back against her, and immediately she knew what you were asking. She dragged the zipper of your tight black dress down slowly. You watch her through the mirror, and something about the way she looks at you - like, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world - just makes your knees buckle.

You thanked her with a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping out of your dress. You undress while walking towards the shower. You knew that she was following your every move. So, you added a little sway to your hips before stepping into the shower. You threw her a sultry look that made her scramble to join you.

***

Nothing beats post-shower sex cuddling. Your hair was still a little wet as you lay your head on Lou’s chest. She kept scratching your scalp while staring at the ceiling. She smiled when she felt you yawning.

“Hey, don’t sleep yet. I still haven’t given you your gift.”

“I thought seven orgasms was the gift.” Lou laughed so hard, shaking you awake.

“Stop laughing. You’re disturbing my peace.” You said softly while burrowing yourself closer to her.

That only made her laugh even more. You grumbled before sitting up and rolling on top of her. Her left hand reached out to caress your cheeks, and you immediately closed your eyes and leaned on her touch. Her other hand, reached under her pillow where she’s keeping a velvet box.

“Open your eyes, love.”

You did, and she nearly shoved the box in your hands. You rolled off her and sat crossed leg next to her on the bed.

“Lou?”

“Open it.”

She watches as your eyes lit up after opening the package. It’s a simple 18k golden necklace with a thin chain, and a small infinity ornament in the middle from Tiffany and Co. You run your finger along the chain before looking up at her bright blue eyes.

“Do you like it?” You had to bite your lip at how adorable she looks when she’s unsure. You smiled before shutting the box and pulling her for a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love it. Thank you,” you said after the need for air made you pull away. You leaned your forehead against her. “I love you.”

She let out a watery chuckle. “I love you, too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

She pulled away and reached for the box. You knew what she wanted to do. So, you manoeuvred in bed to turn your back to her. You hastily pulled your hair to one side as Lou puts the jewellery around your neck.

“How does it look?”

Now, it's her turn to run her fingers across the necklace sitting comfortably against your chest. “It looks perfect.”

You chuckled at the dreamy look on her face before pushing her to lay back down. You cuddle against her chest again. Once, comfortable in your previous position, you immediately felt sleep pulling you under. Lou kissed the top of your head, once your eyes closed.

“I’m yours until every last star in the sky dies,” she whispered, thinking you were already asleep. You smiled because you heard it.

***

Promotion was the Heist’s gift to you for your graduation. You came to work early with Lou, and you had no idea until Debbie made the announcement on the mandatory Monday meeting. You sat on your seat next to Tammy and Nine, gaping at your boss turned friend as everyone smiles and claps in celebration.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered loud enough for everyone to still hear. Tammy - good, sweet Tammy - turned towards you and gave you a soft kiss on the cheeks.

“Say you’ll take it.”

“Thank you.” You pulled her in for a quick hug before you turned to the room and thank each and every one of them for the opportunity and the trust.

“You deserve this,” Agatha and Charlie said at the same time when you came over to thank them too “Don’t ever doubt that.”

It was not that you didn’t foresee being promoted. Every person with a job’s goal is to be promoted at some point in their career. You just didn’t think it’ll be as soon as you graduate from your second degree. Lou can almost see the internal musing going on in your face by simply watching you space out for a few seconds. Like clockwork, she was there to offer you a hand to hold when things are threatening to become overwhelming.

“Sorry! I’m late!” Daphne burst into the conference room, looking way too put together for a Monday morning. She held up two bottles of wine. “I didn’t think it’ll be too hard to find an open liquor store at ten in the morning.”

“So where’d you get these?” Nine asks as she inspects the expensive-looking bottles of wine, while Daphne sheds her overcoat.

“I broke into Lou’s apartment.”

***

Six months after becoming The Heist’s gallery manager, you’ve proven yourself a very valuable asset to the team that Debbie started bringing you along with her when she’s making art deals all over the world. Lou wasn’t too happy being separated from you for a long period of times but she knew she had to suck it up because you’re just doing your job. She surmised that the longest she can go without you was two weeks before she starts getting cranky.

It’s, all the same, all the time. No matter how many times Debbie has taken you on an overseas meeting, Lou would still feel a pang in her chest every time she drives you to the airport.

“Don’t pout, I’ll always come back to you.” You promised. Lou sighed when you wrapped your arms around hers.

Debbie asked you to follow her in London to attend a seminar sponsored by Tate Modern, as well as meet one of Tate Modern’s museum curator for an art exchange. You were ecstatic and a little bit sad at the same time. You wished Lou could come with you all the time but she can’t be away at the same time as Debbie. And in an event that they are, you’ll have to stay in the gallery to supervise.

“I know but you haven’t even left yet, and I miss you already.”

“I miss you too.” You mumbled against her chest, Lou kisses the top of your head. “But it’s only going to be a week this time.”

***

London was fantastic. Debbie knew right away that it was the right call to have you attend the seminar. If the way your eyes shine coupled with unrestrained smiles and overflowing stories of your day was to go by. It’s your fifth day in town and will be flying back in two days. Some days are lazier than usual, and in those days, Debbie either takes you out to see tourists traps or allows you to explore on your own.

“Thank you,” you say softly as Debbie scan the menu. You two will be meeting one of the Directors of Tate Modern but they wouldn’t be joining until late. So, Debbie decided that it’s better to go into battle with a full stomach and have dinner beforehand.

“What for?”

“Everything.”

Debbie looked at you curiously. You just shoot her a charming smile that she knows is one of the reasons why her blonde best friend is so enamoured by you.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. What you have and where you are is a product of who you are, Y/N. You deserve the world. You deserve her.”

You smile. Something settled inside of you, with the knowledge that Debbie approves of you.

“Still.” You insisted teasingly.

Debbie didn’t hide the playful roll of her eyes. “Besides, sometimes, we feel like it’s us who doesn’t deserve you.”

***

You took a minute to admire your beautiful girlfriend as she waits impatiently on the side of the airport road. She’s leaning casually against the side of her car with her arms crossed over her chest, and drumming her fingers against her arms.

“Hey.” She startled a little when you greeted her from a foot away.

“Hey,” she greeted back before tugging you against her for a much-awaited hug. You chuckled when she rubbed her face against your hair. “I missed you so much.”

“I miss you more.”

“Let’s go home.” You held in the urge to tell her that she’s your home before Lou pulled out of the airport lot.

The drive back to her apartment was filled with so many stories from both your adventure in foreign soil and the things she did to keep herself entertained and sane while you were gone.

***

For a whole week, your time in London was all the crew talks about. You were gracious enough to repeat them to whoever is asking again. By Friday, Mikhail, the museum director from Tate Modern came to town to personally manage the loans. Everyone was ecstatic until he mentioned something you honestly have forgotten already on dinner with the crew. Everything is basically ready on your end, so he’s going back to London.

“So, Y/N. Did you manage to think it through?”

You chuckled awkwardly. Everyone’s suddenly watching you, curious.

“The answer is still the same, unfortunately.”

Mikhail pouted. “Ah. If you change your mind, the offer stands. For as long as I’m the museum director that is.”

The conversation started without a hitch after that but you can see Lou looking at you with an expression you couldn’t read.

***

Aside from making some occasional non-verbal sounds to let you know, she’s listening, Lou was almost mute for the duration of your drive home. At one point, you stopped talking as well, not wanting to force a conversation out of her.

“So?” She started as she stomps around the apartment. You closed the door gently behind you.

“What are you asking, Lou?” You hang your coat on the rack before facing her. The stony expression still on her face.

“Are you gonna tell me?” She crossed her arms over her chest protectively. “About that offer.”

“If I remembered earlier, yes.”

It’s the truth. You have subconsciously boxed the offer to stay in London and be Mikhail’s new junior curator because you weren’t gonna take it. So you put it in the back of your head, thinking nothing of it until the man brought it up an hour ago.

“How can you forget an offer like that?” Honestly, you didn’t know either. So, you shrug which only infuriated Lou further.

“Does it matter? I didn’t take it, and I wasn’t gonna take it.”

“It matters!”

It’s the first time in your year-long relationship that Lou ever raised her voice at you. Only then that you knew she’s truly upset about the situation, and you really don’t know how to fix it. You tried to step closer to her, only for her to step to her side and turn her back on you. You can see the stormy expression on her face through the window. It’s a look, you immediately know you didn’t want to cause her again, ever.

“I should go. Let’s just talk when you calmed down.”

Nothing. She said nothing. So you nodded to yourself before turning on your heel and leave.

***

Lou was radio silent throughout the weekend. Saturday you cleaned your own apartment since it has started to accumulate dust from staying over at Lou’s most of the time. You finished laundry before lunch. You went to have a late lunch with Maria, Wanda, Carol and Natasha. They assured you it’s gonna be okay, that Lou will come around soon enough.

You had faith that she’ll text you good night, at least. You stayed way past midnight but there was no text. Not a single one. Sleep was rough, waking was even worst. You’ve gone accustomed to waking next to her warmth. It was a little disorienting not to have her sleepy kisses against your shoulders to wake you.

You stared at the ceiling for a minute before checking your phone on the nightstand. Your heart sunk into your stomach when you see the same thing. No message. No calls. Nothing. You sat on your bed, chewing on your bottom lip, writing and rewriting a text to her.

“Hey. Can we talk yet?” You hit send before you can second guess yourself.

It took two hours before Lou replied. “Not yet.”

That’s it. That’s all it said. You text her back an affirmative before drawing the blackout curtain and going back to bed. You’re not gonna cry because you know you two can fix this. It’s just a bump in the road, you think before closing your eyes and falling back to sleep.

***

You woke up to the sound of your phone’s alarm clock. When you checked it, you bolted upright. It says, Monday and that can’t be right because if it is, then you slept the whole Sunday away. That must be why you’re fucking hungry. You did your morning routine faster than your normal speed to be able to get breakfast at your favourite cafe near the gallery.

You were energized by the fact that you’re seeing Lou today. Unfortunately, when you arrived at the office, Agatha immediately told you to go straight to Debbie’s office. Debbie was on her laptop, typing frantically.

“Hey. You wanted to see me?” You said instead of a greeting. She smiled at you before turning back to her laptop. You walked further into her office.

“Yeah. I was gonna do it myself but something came up.” You quirked an eyebrow at her. Then she nodded towards her desk where a ticket is sitting with your name on it. When you didn’t immediately jump into the idea of leaving, she stopped typing and looked at you.

“Hey. I know what happened -” That made you look back at your friend. “Lou told me. I’m sorry but I need you to see this through.”

You sighed before taking the ticket. “She wanted me gone that bad, huh?” You smiled sadly before squaring your shoulder.

“It’s not -”

“It’s okay.” With that, you’re gone. You left Agatha and Charlie a list of things you needed their help with, which they agreed to easily. You thanked them, told them they’re the best team you could ever ask for. On your way out, Constance and Rose bumped into you. You only smiled at them before leaving to get ready for your flight.

***

Finishing the loan with Tate took another three days. Another three days away, another three days of radio silence from Lou. You couldn’t sleep on your flight back. You kept wondering if this was it for the both of you. You refuse to accept it and resolved that you’ve given her more than enough time to calm down.

You decided you two are gonna talk like adults and fixed your relationship. You refuse to give up without trying. You gave her building address to the taxi driver and stewed at the back seat anxiously. You nearly tripped on your haste to get to her floor. You can’t wait to see her, you rang her doorbell twice but no one answered.

You were about to leave when you thought, what if she’s inside and intentionally not answering the door to avoid you. So, you took out the key she gave you to get in. The apartment was quiet. You walked silently into the room, and you immediately wished you didn’t. Lou heard the creaking of the floor and she turned white as a sheet when she saw you standing on the doorway.

“Y/N -” She whispered before glancing at the woman sleeping soundly on YOUR side of the bed.

Your eyes are glassy with unshed tears. “I came home as fast as I could but apparently, there’s nothing more for me to fix here.”

You were brokenhearted along time ago when Maria didn’t choose you, or so you thought. You thought you knew what heartbreak meant. Now you know the difference. You took a step back, Lou jumped out of the bed to follow you. She caught you by the wrist at the living room. You were too slow, you felt your feet and your heart as heavy as lead.

“Y/N -” She stopped before she can even start when she saw the devastation in your face. It’s devoid of your warm smile, and your eyes - god, what has she done - looked dead. “I’m sorry.”

The tears you were willfully keeping at bay run freely down your cheeks at that. That’s all you get for your pain, an apology. “Why?”

Lou started pacing, unable to stomach the sight of you crying. “I bumped into Therese at the flea market a week ago, and we got into talking again.” You just sat on the couch you both choose for her apartment, crying silently as not to wake her sleeping guest.

So that’s why she wasn’t reaching out. While you were respecting her and giving her space, she allowed Therese to fill up the void. You wiped your face even though it was futile because your eyes just won’t stop crying. You looked at her, and even though she looked remorseful, Lou didn’t look like she intends to fix this mess with you. If anything, she looked determined, and all you could do was resign to your fate.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She has tears in her eyes as well. You smiled sadly at her before standing to leave. She stayed seated, crying. You wiped the tears on her face.

“I wish you just broke up with me on a text. Anything -” You choked in the middle. “Anything is better than this, Lou.”

You leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She cried harder after the door closed behind you because she knew you’ve already forgiven her.

***

Therese walked out of the bedroom fully clothed. She leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms against her chest. She watches Lou throwback glass after glass of expensive scotch like it doesn’t burn her throat.

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to this.”

Lou didn’t even look at her. She just down two more glasses simultaneously. “This is for the best.”

Therese thought of how you sounded while crying. It was heartbreaking, even her heart constricted at the sound. She never wished to hurt you by being an accomplice to a lie but Lou was adamant that it was the only way.

“For you or for her?”

Lou looked back at the brunette with anger in her stormy blue eyes. “For her, of course.”

“Is it? Did she sound like she felt better?” Lou looked at her feet before pouring herself another glass.

“She would never go.”

“Maybe - “ Therese shrugs. She never really knew you to tell. “But maybe. It could have worked out too if you gave her a chance.”

“To what?” Lou stood and started pacing the floor. “To stretch herself thin by working in a god damn museum, and stay up late or wake up early just to speak to me? I’m just going to be a burden to her.”

“I’m sorry, Lou but that wasn’t your choice.”

***

Two days after, Debbie announced your departure to become Tate Modern’s newest junior art curator. Lou excused herself from the meeting. She got what she wanted, she knows you’re going to do great things out there without her standing in the way. She just hopes that one day you can forgive her.

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ardenskyedarcy221b · 5 years

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autumn leaves and apple cider

Peter yawns. His fists rub his eyes hard enough to see black stars. Eventually he blinks hard enough that he can see the time projected on his ceiling: 7:33. He grunts. Mental math tells him he’s slept a little over two hours since last time he checked the time. He shoves off his comforter, whines at the blast of cold, and rolls out of bed.

He pads into the hallway in search of his father.

Kitchen is empty. Couch in the family room is unoccupied. His brow furrows as Peter shuffles toward the back porch. Now, if his dad can’t be found inside the house, Peter can always find him somewhere outside. It has been a weird transition not automatically finding Tony Stark inside a laboratory, but time is on Peter’s side now.

Only the back porch is vacant and worry settles heavily in Peter’s stomach.

“Front porch?” he asks himself under his breath as he cuts through the cabin. If anxiety wasn’t pressing right at his edges, Peter could have stretched out his hearing and listened for his father’s heartbeat; however, as he is preoccupied, Peter walks out onto the front porch to the sight of thick fog cloaking the earth and no sign of his father.

He isn’t sure what compels him onward: Peter tromps down the steps and his socks immediately soak up grass’s moisture as he ambles toward the dock. A violent shiver traverses his spinal column so Peter tucks his fingers underneath his armpits.

Fog density is high, causing Peter to rely on muscle memory. Gentle waves lapping guides him along as well. He squints as if his advanced eyesight could cut through fall’s veil: it can’t. Leaves crunch beneath his feet. His toes keep finding holes or rocks to trip over. Perhaps in the end his advanced eyesight does assist him because up ahead his sees a figure at the end of the dock, barely even a silhouette, though it’s enough to tip Peter off that he found his father.

“Dad?”

Figure turns and a familiar baritone croaks out, “Pete?”

Relieved to have found his father, Peter closes the distance between him and the figure at the end of the dock as quickly as he dares. A hand grasps at Peter’s forearm and curls into his hoodie material.

“What are you doing out here?” he asks, not bothering to hide his confusion.

“No reason,” is the first reply then his father sighs a laugh and finishes, “dunno, really, other than I just wanted to be by the water.”

Peter shrugs off the answer.

Father and son stand side by side, listening to the lake lap and birds tweet good morning hellos, until another chill steels over Peter. Then he burrows into his father’s side, maneuvering his arms around him until Peter is satisfied. He hums.

“Cold?”

He makes a noise at the back of his throat, too lazy to verbalize.

“What, my hoodie not cutting it for you anymore?” his dad keeps pressing, a hint of his amusement breaking into his tone. “I speak from experience when I say I know that hoodie is warm.”

“S’not yours, s’mine,” he muffles his words into his father’s side. “And my toes are cold.”

“Your toes are—” Tony cuts off and then exclaims, “Why the hell are you outside without your shoes? Get back inside!” he gives Peter a little push.

Peter giggles, stumbling but not moving away. He may have stuck himself to his father’s side using his spidery stickiness.

Then his dad’s fingers wiggle like he’s going to tickle Peter and he shrieks, unsticks himself and bolts for the cabin. His father’s deep chuckles follow behind him at a sedated pace. He has no time to feel embarrassment for the ploy because Peter loathes being tickled, especially thanks to his enhanced sensitivity after the spider bite. Any time his dad or sister do not get their way, they have the tendency to exploit Peter’s weakness.

Not fair, he pouts as he opens the glass screen door. His smile won’t disappear, though.

Peter trots back into his bedroom to shower. It is only a matter of time before the calm of the morning is broken by Morgan waking up. Last night Dad and Pepper promised the whole family would go pumpkin picking and Peter’s little sister lost her mind. When he first came back, snapped or blipped or whatever terminology is popular at the moment, Morgan’s exuberance was a bit much for Peter’s frayed nervous system. She weaseled her way into his heart, though. Eventually.

He shakes the thoughts away and finishes getting ready.

Dad and Pepper are making breakfast when Peter wanders back into the kitchen.

“Pete!” his sister chirps, sporting a chocolate milk mustache. “Come eat; we have places to be!”

Peter snorts as he finishes shuffling to his seat next to the young girl. “I didn’t realize we were leaving so early?”

“We’re not,” his father snorts.

Peter looks up to see his stepmother rolling her eyes and Peter smirks at her, both of them sharing a knowing expression.

Morgan decides pestering is the way to go after finding out that they aren’t leaving until after lunch. All it does is keep her chattering and everyone else wishing away the morning. And she convinces Pepper they should have a picnic in the car so they can get to the pumpkin patch earlier.

Halfway to their destination, Morgan turns to Peter and says,

“Will you braid my hair?”

“Now?”

“Mmhmm!”

Before Peter can positively or negatively reply, Morgan is already climbing out of her booster seat and crawling into his lap. Peter fumbles to assist her but she knocks away his hands until she settles herself. Her smile is pleased and she is definitely preening.

“Mo—” he starts.

“Morgan Hope, what are you doing out of your seat?” comes their father’s terse question as the man twists from the passenger seat to stare back at them. “Peter isn’t your lounge chair. Get back over there, little miss.”

Morgan’s head tips back onto Peter’s chest. “But Daaaaad,” she whines, “Pete needs to braid my hair.”

“I don’t care. He can do it when we get there.”

“He’ll do it fast, I promise, ‘cuz I don’t wanna wait.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Morgan turns away from their father and pokes Peter in the cheek. “Please, Petey, will you braid my hair?”

Peter’s gaze flits to Tony. His father acts unimpressed but his eyes twinkle in amusement. So he answers, “Sure. Do you have a band?”

Morgan slips two different colored purple cloth bands off her wrists and shoves them in his face. (He thinks that’s what they’re called; Morgan calls them ponytail holders, sometimes, and Pepper goes back and forth between ponytail holders and bands. He’s settled on bands to be done with it.)

He makes a face at her and turns her to sit forward. “The things I do for you,” he pretends to grumble.

“The things I do for the both of you,” his father echoes from up front, correcting his posture.

“I know.” his sister sing-songs. “It’s ‘cuz you love me!”

Because Morgan is queen-in-training when it comes to avoidance strategies, Peter is suckered into giving her twin braids. Then she wraps her arms around his neck and makes him strap her back into her booster seat. She kisses his cheek in thanks, though, so there are small consolation prizes.

Forty minutes after leaving their lake house, they arrive at their destination. Morgan cheers and their parents share a smile upfront. On top of handling random hair crises in the middle of road trips, Peter’s job also entails making sure Morgan keeps her socks on and putting on a jacket. Both are rather monumental tasks considering Peter has enhanced strength and Morgan is barely pushing three-three in height; his sister is wily. However, seeing as how his sister hasn’t pestered with her yellow rain boots this entire time that leaves,

“Jacket, Mo,” he hands over the pink lightweight jacket.

“Don’t need it,” she scrunches up her nose and eyes the item with growing distain. “I’ve got my Iron Man sweater on; don’t need a jacket.” to prove her point, her hands disappear in the golden material of her sleeves and she shakes them in his direction with all the fanfare of an ornery five year old, “Seeeeeeee?”

“I’m not the boss.”

“You’re ‘posed to be one of my bosses, so technically you are the boss.”

“Too bad I’m always the boss and trump your brother then, hmm, little miss?” Tony interjects as he turns around in his seat, free of the safety belt’s restriction, snagging the jacket from Peter’s outstretched clutches and shaking it in his daughter’s direction. “No jacket means no hayride.”

Despite herself, Morgan can’t think up a quick enough rebuttal. She rolls her shoulders back and lets out a dramatic huff of, “Fine.” Then yanks the material and carelessly shrugs into it.

Pepper gets out of her seat and opens up Morgan’s door, opening up her arms in silent initiation to be held.

Tony and Peter follow them out of the car.

As they make their way into the bustling crowd, Morgan wiggles down from Pepper’s hip and spider-monkeys her way onto Peter’s back. She mostly attempts to hitch her free ride while Peter continues walking, screeching whenever he tries stopping to assist. Eventually, they somewhat compromise by Peter stopping and Morgan throwing herself onto his back, arms curled so tight around his neck Peter can almost accuse her of choking him. She nestles in close then whispers,

“Can we get some apple cider?”

“Um,” he glances around in search of the requested beverage, curious to see where she spotted it before him. Right as he finds it, one of her fingers points and he says, “Sure, if Dad and Mom don’t care.”

“Don’t care about what?” comes twin responses.

“Morgan wants apple cider.”

Pepper makes a face while Tony shrugs.

“You already had chocolate milk today, lovebug.”

Morgan scoffs into Peter’s neck.

“One cup won’t hurt her,” Tony offers up. Then he semi-lowers his voice, “Bet you she won’t even like it.”

Pepper rolls her eyes, though allows, “One cup.”

So they wind up waiting in line to all grab hot apple cider. Several minutes pass of Morgan clinging to Peter and Pepper fussing and Peter slowly edging closer to his father so Tony can keep making a grab for Morgan with his prosthetic arm only for the little girl to shriek. After they pay for their drinks, Pepper says they have to sit down to drink them.

“But Moooom,” the little girl whines, eyes riveted on a tractor pulling a group of people sat in hay up the way, “I wanna go now.”

“Guess we’ll have to wait for the next one.”

Peter senses an impending meltdown. He blurts out, “Hey, Mo, watch this.” without giving much thought to his harebrained idea because his sister’s attention immediately redirects to him.

And so Peter takes a huge gulp of hot apple cider, holds his cup out at arm’s length, and spits the drink out in an arc straight back into the cup. Mostly. Only,

“Ow ow ow, crap! That is hot!”

Pepper looks like she wants to reprimand him, but Morgan and Tony are too busy belly laughing at Peter’s folly, so his stepmother winds up grinning along.

A different kind of warmth fills up his belly than the one lingering in his mouth.

Sure enough, when the next hayride pulls around, the Starks get on it. Morgan remains glued to Peter’s side and demands to sit in his lap during the ride. Peter nods his agreement and picks a corner seat in the back, nestled in by hay. Dad presses in on Peter’s free side while Pepper takes the last seat.

Excitement fills his bloodstream. As they take off for pumpkin pastures, Peter’s knees jostle Morgan around as his sister oohs and ahhs over the farm’s decorations. He doesn’t remember going on hayrides as a kid, though celebrating Christmas on a Malibu beach definitely makes up for it, in Peter’s humble opinion, he is embracing the experience. Like listening to Morgan sprouting out ideas of what they are going to carve their pumpkins when they get home, after spotting the first small lines of the orange spheres.

“I think I want Lord Voldemort’s face.”

His dad snorts while Peter turns Morgan around to face him.

“Why?”

“Why not?” she gives back.

“Why not a cat?”

“Because I don’t wanna paint it black; I wanna carve it!”

Pepper tacks on, “You’re not handling anything sharp, I’m afraid.” though she doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest.

Morgan knocks her forehead into Peter’s clavicle at the devastating news. Peter thinks he hears her say this is why under her breath but he can’t be certain.

Dad leans over to press a kiss against Peter’s temple and attempts to do the same to Morgan, but she’s having none of it. After a few more attempts, Peter hands her over all the same so Dad can drop kisses all over her rosy cheeks. Her giggles pitch over top the roar of the tractor.

Pepper winds up pretending to save Morgan right as the tractor pulls to a stop. She stands up and shuffles off with Morgan, who continuously peeks over Mom’s shoulder to cross her eyes and stick her tongue out at Dad. Peter lists into his father’s side and Tony slings in arm over his shoulders, pulling him in close.

Leaves crunch under their feet as they step off.

“Daddy has to have the biggest one,” Peter hears his sister say somewhere up ahead. “Just ‘cuz. But I don’t get the smallest one, okay, Mommy?”

“Mmm. Sounds reasonable. I suppose I’ll take the smallest one, how’s that sound?” is Pepper’s reply and Peter can imagine her smile pulling out her dimples.

“C’mon, Daddy! C’mon, Pete!” hollers Morgan. “Let’s go pick our pumpkins!”

“You heard Miss Bossypants; chop chop, daylight’s wasting away,” nudges his father.

Peter breathes in deeply and beams up at his father, his vision squinting as joy settles around them.

Autumn tastes like crisp air and hot apple cider; autumn is the warmth of his little sister wanting to show him everything that captures her attention; it’s watching his dad’s recovery in a positive light, seeing him walking around unassisted and smiling freely.

Autumn is being with his family.

AO3

#hayrides #13 nights of halloween #my writing #ironfam #fluff #author is sleep deprieved #and in desperate need of the floof #peter parker #tony stark #pepper potts #morgan stark #bio dad tony #autumn #apple cider #family bonding

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nixie-deangel · 5 years

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My Secret Hiding Place.

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes x Natasha Romanov.

Fandom/Word Count: Avengers, MCU; 938.

This was written for @teryiantimelord10.

Summary: Natasha snags a glass of champagne from a passing tray, pretending to take a sip as her eyes scan the room. As she moves about the populated room, her gaze’s flickers from person to person, categorizing any potential threat or ally as her eyes bounce from person to person, only skipping over those of her team. .

This was written for the @fuckyeahbuckynatasha, Secret Santa 2018.

Natasha snags a glass of champagne from a passing tray. She pretends to take a sip as her eyes scan the room, taking in the exits and routes she’d need to take for a quick escape if need be. Moving slowly, she dances her way around the populated room and lets her gaze’s flickers from person to person, categorizing any potential threat or ally as her eyes bounce from person to person, only skipping over those of her team. After all, reading them would be pointless, since she’d already placed them into the correct boxes in her mind long ago.

Slipping into a corner, she tucks out of the way, but keeping all exits in her line of sight, Natasha takes a real slip from her glass. Leaning back, her lips twitch up into a small, but fond smirk, as she watches the heated –but amiable— squabble between Tony and Steve, both tucked away from the main party on the other side of the room.

She watches them for a moment longer before sweeping her gaze to where Vision and Wanda are curled up, laughing and talking to Hope, Scott, Sam and Rhodey by the bar, then to where Bruce, Betty, Thor and the few Asgardian’s who’d agreed to attend the New Year Party were speaking and intermingling with a few scientists and military personnel.

She watches as Brunnhilde and Okoye talk technique near them, while keeping an eye on Shuri, Peter, Ned and MJ. The teens look more like their conspiring to cause mischievous as they snicker and sneak looks to where T’Challa and Nakia sneak soft looks while speaking with Carol –who herself can’t stop eyeing Rhodey every few seconds— and Natasha can’t help but smile at that. She sweeps over a bickering Strange and Loki, notes the danger in letting them that close and unsupervised when she spies Heimdall quietly watching from the corner opposite to her own, when she shivers slightly, a tingle crawling up her spine, the only warning she gets when someone suddenly appears right next to her.

“Enjoying yourself here in the corner?”

Natasha hums, moving her eyes off to where Laura and Clint were laughing and joking with Happy and May to glance at James before sliding her gaze away again. “As anyone can be with the last few years we’ve had.” She watches as Rhodey and Pepper flit about, talking with Military Brass and investors, respectively.

She listens as James shifts, shuffling half a step closer to her and leans back against the wall to her left. “Brooding or ensuring all’s right?”

“If I was brooding, James, you wouldn’t be talking with me,” she murmurs before taking another sip, letting them slip into a comfortable silence for a few more moments. “I like knowing they’re there; knowing and seeing their here, their happy.” She feels, more than sees, James nod in understanding before once again, a silence settles over them.

Natasha barely keeps herself from jumping when after a while James speaks up, “Wanna get out of here?”

Turning slightly, she tilts her head and raises her brow at him in question.

Waving his flesh hand around, “Out of here. Somewhere,” he trails off, shrugging before moving to lift his arms and crosses them over his chest before almost immediately dropping his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Somewhere more quiet. Less crowded."

Blinking slowly, Natasha lets her lips curve up into a warm, pleased smile and nods firmly. Swallowing what’s left of her drink, they straighten up and move silently, slipping through the crows. They easily avoids getting trapped in conversations with teammates and strangers alike as they move out of the open area and down the hall to slip into the open and waiting elevator.

“The teams floor please, FRIDAY,” James murmurs as the doors close silently as soon as they’re both in.

“Of course, Sargent Barnes.”

“Plan in mind?” Natasha questions, voice quiet and raspy as she moves to lean back against the wall. "Or are we flying blind?"

Smirking slightly, James moves to mirror her against the opposite wall. “Figured we could get outta the monkey clothes for starters.” He nods down to his neatly pressed slacks and button down and then tilts his chin to her elegant, deep emerald green evening gown.

Chuckling softly, she nods. Even all these years having to wear clothes like this, Natasha never did grow fond of having to be stuck in them. She would always prefer her outfits to have better mobility if she could. “And then?”

“Nice night,” he adds. His face goes soft and open as he gave her a small smile. “Maybe go for a drive?”

Tilting her head, she studies him until the elevator dings quietly and the doors open. Straightening up, she nods twice, “Then I should go grab something better to wear for an evening drive.” She watches as James nods in response as he slinks off. "Meet in the garage in twenty?"

"Make it ten."

They share a leering grin before striding off towards their respective rooms to change into far more comfortable clothing.

They have nearly a five minute debate —mostly them sending one another pointed looks and faces, rather than exchanging any true words— before they decide to swipe Tony’s new Audi for their evening drive.

“Steve would say we’re burrowing,” Natasha snarks while putting her feet up on the dash.

“He’d also complain about your feet on the dash,” James adds, with a flash of a smirk, before going back to watching the road as he drives them down the dirt road, away from the compound.

#BuckyNat Secret Santa #BN SS 2018 #BuckyNat #WinterWidow #James Bucky Barns #Natasha Romanov #Marvel #Nixie Writes #Mine #Teyriantimelord10 #Nixie's Writing #My Writing #Natasha Romanoff #Black Widow #Winter Soldier

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glittercropdust · 6 years

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Safe House - Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1,094

Warnings: Language, fluff

Summary: After getting hurt on a mission, Bucky takes care of you.

“Ah shit!" You exclaimed, your steps faltering as you were running. A hand wrapped around your upper arm, keeping you upright.

"Come on!" A gruff voice sounded in your ear. Bullets were still whizzing past as you and Bucky ran towards the tree line, escaping Hydra soldiers. As the two of you made it closer, the voices sounded farther away and the bullets stopped. Breaking the threshold and running for another hundred yards, you slowed down to a stop. Clutching your side from pain and exertion, you see Bucky coming to a halt. He walks to you, his eyes scanning the woods for any danger. Reaching you, he gently moves your hand away from your side to access the wound.

"It looks like a flesh wound, but we have to keep moving Y/N.” He urges.

"Yeah I know." You grunted out, moving your hand back to your side.

"The safe house is stashed close around here. We should reach it soon as long as we don't stop." You nod your head at him and follow your partner into the night.

After a couple hours on foot, the two of you reach the safe house. It looked abandoned and rundown, but you knew better. Reaching the door, Bucky enters a code into the keypad and you hear the clicks as it unlocks. He pushes it open with his gun drawn.

Stepping inside after him and shutting the door, you watch him check the inside. Once deeming it safe, you drop your bag and slide to the floor exhausted. Watching Bucky, he drops his bag and takes off his gloves as he comes to stand in front of you.

"Come on so I can dress that wound." He says as he helps you to your feet.

Once up, Bucky guides you to the kitchen area. Leading you towards the table, he pulls out a chair and gestures for you to sit. Sitting down in the chair, you look around the small but surprisingly clean kitchen as Bucky goes to grab the first aid kit. Taking off your tactical gear as carefully as you can, you lean back as your stomach reminds you that it hasn’t been full since breakfast. “I hope Tony has some food stocked here.” You mutter to yourself.

Your attention is back to the doorway as Bucky walks in with the first aid kit and sets it down on the table. While he opens it and gets out what he needs, you pull off your shirt, leaving you in your sports bra. Turning back to you, Bucky is holding rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad.

“This is going to hurt doll but I gotta do it.” He says to you. You nod at him and lean over a bit for better access. He saturates the pad and starts to dab at your injury. “Fuck!” You seethe out and then put your fist in your mouth, biting at the knuckles. “Please hurry up.” You mumble around your hand.

Bucky chuckles and grabs the antibiotic pain cream and slathers it on. He takes a gauze pad and applies it on the wound, then tapes it up. “This is good for now. When we get back to the compound you can go to medical for treatment.”

You feel his fingertips skim down your side as you stand up in front of him. When his hands end up on your waist he pulls you closer to him. “You scared me back there babe. I wanted to go back and strangle all those assholes.”

“Well good thing they all had shitty aim!” You quip at him. You feel him laugh as he pulls you closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You hug him back as well as you can around his gear. He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes bright blue now that he’s out of combat mode.

“Go upstairs and get cleaned up while I rustle up something dinner. Tony said there was clothing in the bedroom and there should be soap and towels in the bathroom.”

“Alright Buck, I’ll be back.” You lean up on your toes and plant a kiss on his lips, fighting the urge to deepen it. You’ve always been turned on by Bucky in his uniform, especially after a mission when he’s worked up. Breaking the kiss and pulling away, you head up the stairs you noticed when coming in earlier.

When you get to the top, you see a bedroom at the end of the small hall. Heading towards it theres a small bedroom to your left and a bathroom to the right. Flipping the light switch as you enter the room you take in the clean bed and the dresser off to the side, glad that Tony does the upkeep on these houses.

Opening the top drawer of the dresser, you find assorted sizes of packs of underwear and T-shirt’s. “He doesn’t do anything halfway, huh.” You say to yourself. The other drawers yield the same result; socks, shirts and pants in varying sizes for whom ever may need to stay here. Selecting a shirt, sweatpants and panties in your size, you walk into the bathroom to wash up.

Once you’ve done your business you dress and head back downstairs, greeted by the smell of soup and the sight of Bucky finishing up some sandwiches. “Luckily Tony had a few groceries stocked before we came, so I made ham and cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.” You sit at the table as Bucky places the food in front of you.

Conversation is mostly non existent, fatigue finally setting in as you try to finish your food. Once you’ve eaten what you can while struggling to stay woke, Bucky gathers up the dishes and puts it in the sink. “These can be taken care of later. Let’s get you in the bed doll.” You sleepily stand and put your arms around his shoulders as he picks you up and cradles you to his body, taking care to avoid your hurt side.

Bucky walks up the stairs slowly so he doesn’t jostle you and once he reaches the bedroom he pulls back the cover one handed and lays you down. He then strips down to his boxers to join you. When Bucky pulls you close to cuddle, you give him a peck on the lips before burrowing into his chest. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Bucky.” You reply as you drift off to sleep, grateful that you’re safe and warm with your man.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky imagine

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reesa-chan · 6 years

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can you rec any HP fics (your favorites or Harry as the lord of a bunch of houses after defeating Voldemort or both)

Sure! I’m not active in the fandom anymore, but I’ve got some definite favorites. Some of these are Lord of a bunch of houses, but I’m going ahead and sharing a mishmash (with a lot of Avengers crossovers because MCU has taken over my life.) I’ll star the ones that are the best fit for the Lord of many houses trope:

Runaway Dragon and its sequel A Letter to Mr William Snape have long been some of my comfort fics. Draco Malfoy flees home after his father lashes out against his mother and accidentally kills her (nothing graphic and this really isn’t the central story at all) and Severus Snape comes across him and takes him into his home, which turns out to be in the “bad” part of town, populated by all the outcasts of society - squibs, halfbreeds, people who are eking out a living even if they don’t live up to society’s standards - and this forces Draco to expand his world view. It’s full of masses of cute and super fun and I’m a fan of world building.

*Goblin Communications features the Goblins allying with Harry right from the start and meddling in wizarding affairs. More great world building. There might be a running theme here.

*A Different Beginning Yet more Goblin meddling and allying with Harry!

*Harry Potter in the Claw of the Raven and sequels Harry Potter at the Knees of the Marauders, Harry Potter and the Interlude, and Harry Potter with the Power the Dark Lord Knows Not I just recommend BakenandEggs across the board, really. They do some really fine work. I feel like the title is self explanatory.

Early Retirement this one’s a crossover with Avengers. Always-a-girl Catherine (Harry) Potter has gone into seclusion in the muggle world and is running a bakery in New York city. She’s got a comfortable lifestyle going until one Steve Rogers starts frequenting her shop and shakes things up.

Finding Home AO3 or FFN MOD Harry has stopped aging. He resolves himself to a life of moving around regularly to keep anyone from noticing and tries to avoid connecting with anyone so he doesn’t have to abandon them or watch them grow old and die. Unfortunately, Tony Stark is not so good at boundaries, and once he takes an interest in Harry, he starts chipping away at those walls.

Perception is Everything Severus Snape is left in charge of the students who are staying at school for the holidays. He’s none too happy to hear he’ll be dealing with Harry, but he starts to notice that something’s wrong with this kid and his home life. What’s a long-suffering educator to do but to step in and keep the child safe despite himself?

Resonance and its sequels Revolution and Resolution are a Snape adopts Harry as a young adult series. They’re rich and deep and full of the experiences of growing up and maturing and coming into one’s own with a supportive but not effusive guardian and learning how to depend on and trust that you don’t have to do it all yourself.

*Runaway Wizard Harry is sick of Dursley abuse and makes a run for it after Dumbledore forces him to go back to them. He ends up briefly on the streets and spends some time working in a BDSM club, so be warned that there’s some risque stuff. The Malfoys end up taking him in and helping him learn how to act the part of a proper noble wizard. HPDM and LMSS

*Harry Potter and the Cursed Summer This one has some Lord of many houses stuff going on, but it’s more adventure story than anything. Harry’s family abandons him and he winds up at the Burrow looking for help only to find that the family’s left for Egypt for the summer. Bill’s pretty much on the way out the door for a curse breaking expedition in South America and ends up towing Harry along to act as his assistant. Don’t bother with the sequel - it’s short and unfinished and unlikely to ever be completed. The first story is awesome though.

*Outcast’s Alley Harry undergoes some changes after fifth year that go a bit beyond those standard for puberty. The Dursleys kick him out and he ends up living among those on the outskirts of magical society. Lots of great world building.

I’m mostly recommending completed works, but I’m going to include this one even so - Realizations Harry comes home at the beginning of the summer only to discover no Dursleys and a house with a for sale sign. Any normal kid would consider this an emergency and get in touch with adults, but Harry’s used to being self sufficient. He winds up working in Diagon Alley under a disguise consisting largely of a haircut, a headband, contacts, and clothes that fit. Best summer he’s ever had, bar none.

Dance in the Dark of Night Snape and Harry are both in precarious situations, and Dumbledore sends them out together to keep out of Voldemort’s way. They need to stay on the move, so it’s a backpacking trip, trundling around all over with no one but each other for company. They learn to deal with each other and even start reluctantly forming a connection. HPSS handled in a not-gross way

Yet Another Snape meets the Dursleys Story *gestures to title*

A Hero Dudley is off at school and a class assignment starts to open his eyes to the nature of abuse and the implications regarding his family’s relationship with Harry.

*Make a Wish and its sequel The Hunt for Harry Potter Okay, technically this isn’t Lord of many houses fic, but at its spirit it shares much of the wish fulfillment that makes Lord of many houses so much fun. Harry’s convinced he’s going to die at the hands of the dark lord, and he wants at least one good thing in life, so he decides to take a vacation and really live, just for one summer. He runs away and starts on an anonymous trip around the world. Over the course of the trip he develops new powers, makes new friends, coincidentally and through no intent on his part (he’s largely unaware it’s even happening because it’s Harry) happens to be in the right place and time again and again to enable Death Eaters to arrange for their own demise under bizarre and amusingly improbable circumstances, and develops an international reputation as a bad ass and a heartthrob. He’s not entirely sure how. Also he’s rich now? HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Paradigm Shift Severus Snape is left to babysit the school and the warding spells on the Dursley home while Dumbledore’s away. Of course THIS would be the time things force his hand and leave him stuck with a depressed kid on his hands who’s convinced he’s going to die- and who promptly makes a run for it at the first possible occasion, determined to make it on his own.

Tony Stark & His Amazing Mutant Platypus A niffler gets into Tony’s lab. No one knows what it is, but it sure loves shiny things, and he has a LOT of shiny things.

A House or a Home Phil Coulson is in every house at Hogwarts.

*Families and Familiars Dumbledore might have plans for Harry, but his familiar is smart and persistent, and Hedwig’s going to protect her wizard. It’s never a good idea to underestimate a Black.

Raising a Wizard Natasha may have been raised Natalia Alianovna, but she was born Mallory Evans. A search for her roots introduces her to an orphaned nephew who could desperately use someone on his side, and next thing you know she has custody over a 6 year old kid who wields some unexpected powers.

*Proof that Tony Stark has a Heart The Weasley boys arrange a birthday trip to Malibu for Harry’s birthday. He ends up having a summer fling with a handsome guy he hooks up with while he’s out there, and comes home to discover that he brought home an unexpected souvenir. But how to explain to a muggle that his male lover has a bun in the oven? Years later, rich and powerful Harry Potter ends up at the same charity event as Tony Stark and they rekindle their flame. Only problem: Harry has a kid running around who’s just the right age to have been implanted during the time that Tony and Harry were first seeing each other.

*Frey of Asgard Harry’s birth father was actually Loki Laufeyson, but this is a well kept secret. Harry is left balancing a world of gods and wizardry, spending summers at Camp Halfblood with other godly offspring, learning about pagan worship from his pureblood peers, and fighting monsters all around in hopes of one day rising to true immortality.

*The Triumph of These Tired Eyes My absolute favorite of the Harry Lokison category of fics. Long and involved and super well written.

*Teeth Harry messed up when trying to learn how to become an animagus and became permanently partially fused with his animal side... which happens to be a dark creature. Now he has to learn to cope with his new instincts and figure out how to keep those developments hidden so the Wizarding world won’t crucify him for it. At the same time, he’s navigating a world that’s no longer as black and white as he thought it was. He and Snape are building a sense of grudging respect and he’s discovering that not all Slytherins are evil. Somehow he needs to come into his own and find his own path.

Some WIPs:

*This Gonna Be Good and its counterpart This Gonna Be Good Remix Avengers crossover - Between the betrayal led by Dumbledore’s forces and Thanos’s armies, the future is looking pretty bleak. Following the death of her newborn infant and faced with the imminent death of her soulmates, always-a-girl Harriet Potter makes a desperate move and turns back time. Maybe with a bit of foreknowledge and a lot of ingenuity, that future can be forestalled. In the mean time, there’s lots of fun to be had while messing with those who intend the harm and simultaneously building up a tight knit family unit of friends and allies. Lots of silly, lots of power, lots of wish fulfillment. Dumbledore bashing, Hermione bashing, Ron bashing, Molly bashing, Ginny bashing. James Potter is alive. Regularly updated.

*Strangers in a Familiar Land The one where Harry is reincarnated as the ruling prince of a hermaphroditic winged alien species (which is in hiding on Earth after the Skrull destroyed their home.) Oh, and as if that doesn’t make his life complicated enough, he’s the Master of Death and mated to Tony Stark.

Mirror of Maybe A magical mirror sucks Harry in and shows him a possible future. He comes back changed, an adult veteran soldier in the body of a child. Something has to change.

#harry potter #fanfic #recs #anonymous #question answered #Anonymous

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lonelypond · 7 years

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Casual Lunacy, Chapter 10

Love Live, NicoMaki, 3.1K, 10/?

Someone answers Maki's phone, Umi makes coffee, Nozomi gets an early start...plus, Nico and Princess in the morning.

Some Mornings You Should Just Stay In Bed

Nico’s apartment was quiet. Maki, still in werewolf form, snuggled with her head under the blanket, nose soaking up Nico’s scent. She could hear Nico’s even heartbeat, an occasional snore. Surprisingly, the sable haired whirlwind actually did slow down long enough to sleep. Maki had wondered. Umi also appeared to be a sound sleeper so Maki closed her eyes and concentrated, limbs elongating. She wrapped the throw around her shoulders and made her way quietly to the bathroom. Then back to the couch, but to consider her situation, not nap, so Maki stayed human, half an ear cocked for any movement or change in Nico’s sleep. Maki wanted to think, thoroughly think, without every sense being overwhelmed by proximity to Nico.

She had to tell Nico. Maki hadn’t planned this evening, Nico constantly threw everything Maki had ever had planned into disarray, not that it was Nico’s fault. Maki knew she had been taking the easy choices, not the good ones. Tonight had been a series of hasty decisions, recklessly rolling Maki into a trap, but it had started from a helpful impulse. But that wasn’t excuse enough. There wasn’t excuse enough for this delay, this gutlessness, this unwillingness to share truths with Nico. Maki knew she could just stay changed and just let Nico discover her on the couch in the morning, but there was Umi to consider. And Maki wasn’t sure she had that much self confidence, to sit there in only a throw, and wait for Nico’s reaction. She was as likely to transform into the wolf at any frown or fright from Nico and bound away. And that would be counter productive. And she’d still have to go back and explain to Nico sometime, if she wanted Nico to stay in her life.

So as she felt the moon drop below the horizon and dawn approach, Maki tried to let bravery beat back melancholy. To fill the air with decisiveness, to not waver or wander.

‘Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had a name: The world was made of air, which waited.”

Maki had been making a list of Neruda lines, to bring Nico’s song lyric thought to life. The Sonnets and Odes had offered the best harvest, full of raw and new love, and wonder. Was this love, this drifting through thoughts of what Nico was doing at random points of the day, planning things to amuse or please her, the full diving into sense memories of crimson and sable and musk and vanilla and magic when alone, the echoes of Nico’s voice that seemed now to drive the rhythm of Maki’s heart? Was this the prelude to some even bigger wave that would sweep her up if Nico...if Nico...if Nico…

Maki sighed and transformed back to the wolf, worried, wandering thoughts now dampened by the awareness of Nico everywhere Maki turned. It was a safe cocoon, though temporary, and she burrowed deep, remembering the feel of Nico’s arm resting on her and the lifting glow where she had nestled into Nico.

Umi had wandered to her bedroom door, not even half awake, and seen an unfamiliar silhouette on the couch, told herself it must be Princess’s owner come to claim her and shuffled back to bed, not wanting to disturb Nico’s rendezvous.

Princess was sound asleep on the couch Nico noticed as she came out of her bedroom, pulling her bathrobe around herself. Umi had already started the coffee and was probably finishing dressing. Nico grabbed her phone and dialed Maki’s number again.

After three rings, someone who wasn’t Maki spoke, startling Nico, “Hello?”

Nico paused and then spoke in her most polished timbre, “This is Nico Yazawa. I am trying to reach Maki Nishikino. Her dog, Princess, walked me home last night.”

Nico heard a sigh, and then the voice returned again, after a moment’s pause, very contained, “Hello, Nico. This is Maki’s mother. She’s…” another pause, and Maki’s mother voice wound a bit tighter, “not feeling well right now. Thank you for taking care of her...dog.”

There was a whimper and Nico glanced to the couch, Princess had woken up and was questioning Nico with a glance. Nico shook her head, then held up a hand to indicate Princess should wait. Princess yawned and flicked an ear with a back paw.

“I can drop Princess off at your house, if you want. I think I remember where it is.” Nico was distracted by how quickly Princess hopped off the couch and loped over to where she was standing, snuffling through Nico’s robe with some urgency. Nico tried to push her away, but with only one hand found herself being forced back toward the couch by Princess, “Excuse me a minute.” Nico dropped the phone into her pocket and crouched to stare down Princess, “This is Maki’s mother. Behave.”

Princess whined, her eyes wide and lavender. She nudged Nico’s cheek. Nico sighed, refusing to be charmed. “Nico has a busy day, you can’t stay here.”

“Ms. Yazawa?”

Nico put the phone back up to her ear, “Sorry, Mrs, Nishikino. Princess just woke up.”

“Hold the phone near her ear, please.” Mrs. Nishikino sounded grim. Nico shrugged and did as requested, watching as Princess’s ears drooped and the dog started whining. Nico couldn’t hear what Mrs. Nishikino said but after a brief exchange, Princess tapped the phone toward Nico and wandered disconsolately into Nico’s bedroom, sniffing everything as she went.

“Princess, stay out of there, Nico doesn’t want pretty cream hairs all over the clothes she’s wearing.” Princess huffed over her shoulder and continued as Nico remembered she was in the middle of the world’s strangest three way phone call. “Hello again, Mrs. Nishikino.”

“If you’ll text me your address, I can come get my daughter…’s dog in a few minutes. I’m sure you have a class to get to.” Maki’s mother sounded friendlier.

“Nico does. That would be a big help. I’m sorry Maki’s sick. Please tell her Nico says she better get well or Nico will have to bring her germ killer chicken soup by.”

Princess howled from Nico’s...Nico glanced over, Princess was on her bed, Nico growled and hustled back to her room. She was going to be late.

“I’m sure she’ll get your message.” Mrs. Nishikino stated, an odd tone underlying her voice, but Nico was too busy trying to one armed wrestle a dog that weighed nearly as much as she did off her bed.

“Good.” Nico grimaced at Princess; Princess flicked her tongue at the tip of Nico’s nose. Nico muttered in Princess’s ear. “Nico is not doing this for fun, pretty girl.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Mrs. Nishikino ended the call and Nico tossed her phone toward a pillow, looping both arms around Princess’s torso and trying to leverage the stubborn canine off the bed.

“Nico’s not going to have time to look good for company now.” Nico grumbled and Princess stopped suddenly, springing off the bed and shoving Nico’s clothes toward the now disheveled future star of stage and screen. Then Princess sat, looking proud of herself, and waited. Nico frowned, brows furrowed, “Now you cooperate? Stay here. Nico has to wash up quickly.”

Nico practically sprinted to the bathroom. Fortunately, she planned to shower later, before the party. Umi had just walked into the kitchen. “Did Princess’s owner pick her up last night?”

Nico stopped, confused. “No. She’s in my bedroom.”

“Her owner?” Umi raised a disapproving eyebrow.

“No, Princess. Maki’s mom is coming to get her now.”

“Oh.” Umi shrugged, puzzled, “I thought I saw someone on the couch last night. Must have been a dream.”

Nico nodded at Umi and looked back to her own bedroom, where Princess had poked out her head, sniffing curiously, “Stay there, you. Nico will be right back.”

“Strange.” Umi poured coffee for both of them.

“Welcome to Princess’s world.” Nico poured too little creamer into her coffee, took a swig, grimaced at the bitter burn on her throat, “Please make sure she doesn’t get out.”

Umi picked up her own mug and seated herself in a position where she could intercept Princess if the dog made a run for the door. Which left Nico free to wash her face and brush her teeth. Before Maki’s mother arrived.

Princess wandered Umi-ward and Umi, while continuing to maintain a guarded and skeptic air, allowed herself to rub Princess behind the ears. Princess whined and Nico popped her head out of the bathroom at the sound, toothbrush in hand. “You can’t steal her to lure Honoka over here, Umi.”

Umi snorted, smiling at Princess, “Honoka would love her.”

“We have a make Honoka happy plan, remember. You let Kotori dress you, I already texted her notes, and we make like Tony Bennett and Lady GaGa with a classic. Your girlfriends will swoon.”

Umi sighed, ignoring Princess for a minute to face Nico, “Why did I agree again?”

Nico had ducked back to lose the toothbrush and came out, drying her face in a towel, “Because the great Nico Ni is a genius.” Umi quirked a dubious eyebrow, Nico grumbled and continued. “You know Honoka will nag you until you sing and Nico really is tired so a duet will be easier. Plus, Nico is tired of duets with people who can’t sing. And Umi is a good friend with a great voice.”

Princess started howling something that sounded familiar and musical. Nico and Umi both stared at her, then at each other. Nico impulsively ruffled the fur all along Princess’s back, “We are not adding you to the act, pretty girl.”

“No.” Umi stood and looked sternly down at Princess, “You have not been invited to the party.”

Princess snorted, sticking out her tongue. Nico remembered her soon to arrive visitor, “Princess, stay. Umi, watch her. Nico has to put on clothes.”

Princess and Umi nodded, then glanced at each other. Princess settled down on one end of the couch, Umi poured herself another mug of coffee and took the other. Nico sneaked a peek and chuckled softly at their mutually awkward, mostly impatient postures.

Nozomi preferred not waking up too early, lingering in bed, preferably because she was having a racy dream that might or might not involve a certain blonde dancer, but when forced to be somewhere and allowed coffee and calories, Nozomi was as bright and perky as any lark. Erena had requested Nozomi stop by the theatre for a few hours before any rehearsals started. That meant 9 a.m. since the dancers were due in on their lunch breaks. So Nozomi took some extra care with her hair and made sure to pick a sweater dress that draped well.

Most of the morning had been spent going through lighting cues and discussing where on the set to throw the projections. Nozomi had been impressed with how well the environments she’d created on her laptop fit in with the colors and moods chosen by both the lighting and set designers. But now she was getting tired of going over and over the same cues again and starting to feel a bit punchy. Plus, the dancers would be arriving soon. Erena had disappeared backstage to find a Genie so she could tinker with one of the light’s focus but hadn’t reappeared so Nozomi went in search of her.

No sign of Erena when Nozomi called out, pulling herself up on the stage. The house lights weren’t on and Nozomi had left the last cue up at half strength, so the area around Jonathan Harker’s window view was minimally lit, but the rest of the stage was dark. A blinking red light a little above head height upstage right caught Nozomi’s attention. As far as she knew, there were no alarms or meters built into the wall so no reason for a blinking red light. Nozomi tilted her head, considered calling for Erena again but instead walked straight toward it to investigate. There was a click as Nozomi cleared the side curtain and a sudden screech from behind her. As Nozomi turned, a dark, flying form came toward her head as another electrical surge popped, filling Nozomi’s head with painful static.

“Uggghh.” Nozomi doubled over, head throbbing, eyes not able to focus, the sudden urge to hurl up anything she’d eaten today leaving a vile taste in her mouth.

“Nozomi!” Two voices, but only one set of hands grasping her shoulders. Eli, a frantic Eli by the voice, but Nozomi couldn’t make out her face and fell forward, unconscious.

Maki hadn’t really processed the thought of her mom in Nico’s apartment, of her mother meeting Nico. She’d heard both Nico and her mother, however, she’d been distracted by so many new discoveries about Nico. Now, she feared Nico was about to make a new discovery about her.

On her way out to meet Kotori for shopping, Umi opened the door for Dr. Nishikino. When her mother stepped into the apartment, Maki bounced up, happy to see her, but not happy to be caught out. Her mother wrapped both her arms around Maki, half lifting her off the ground and held her so tight, voice shaking, “I was so worried about you. You scared us.” Maki whined apologetically, very aware of her mother’s fear, anger and concern.

But as soon as Dr. Nishikino let go, Maki trotted to Nico. Nico frowned and stepped forward, not petting her. “Hi! I’m Nico. Thanks for coming to get Princess. She found me on the Lakefill, after rehearsal. I called Maki but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Maki was spending the night in our treehouse with her friends. Her phone was inside.” Dr. Nishikino’s tone was sharp. Maki had her head lowered, looking away.

“No wonder she’s sick.” Nico shook her head, “Your daughter doesn’t take the cold seriously enough.”

Dr. Nishikino considered for a moment and her voice, when she spoke, was stinging. “There are too many things Maki isn’t taking seriously enough right now but I’m sure she’ll recover quickly. Although, she might be too busy with her studies to socialize for awhile. I believe she’s been neglecting them.”

Princess buried herself under the throw on Nico’s couch with a whimper. The conversation was making Nico feel increasing uncomfortable, especially since Maki wasn’t here to respond to her mother’s criticisms.

“Did you bring a harness?” Nico asked, wondering if Maki’s mother had stashed a leash and collar in her coat somewhere.

Dr. Nishikino coughed, embarrassed. “No. I’m afraid I rushed right out of the house after you called.”

“It’s no wonder Princess keeps wandering away. Irresponsible dog ownership runs in the family.” Nico shook her head at Dr. Nishikino, lips pursed. “Nico will fix this.” She glanced back at Princess, who had poked her head out of the throw so it rested on the back of the couch. “You stay there.”

Dr. Nishikino and her daughter had a staring contest, neither yielding, until Nico came back from her bedroom, once again slipping her knotted scarf over Princess’s head before Princess could react. “This worked before. Just keep a tight grip on it. I left it loose and tied it with a bowline, so it won’t hurt her neck.”

Princess whined at Nico and Nico quickly kissed her snout, causing a yelp and a surprised wolf fall onto the floor, “Nico is going to take proper care of you, pretty girl, even if no one else does.”

Dr. Nishikino, frowned, arms folded over her chest, not sure how to feel about this scene as she watched her daughter scramble to regain her equilibrium.

Nico stared at her visitor expectantly, but when there was no movement, half dragged Princess over. Arm and core workout, Nico told herself, good thing. “Be careful. Nico worries.”

“I will.” Dr. Nishikino grasped the makeshift collar, feeling odd about the arrangement, but Nico expected her to treat Maki like a dog. And honestly, as she felt Maki’s trembling nervousness, she wasn’t entirely certain her daughter wouldn’t bolt. “It was nice to meet you. Thank you for taking such good care of her.”

“It’s what Nico does.” Nico stopped to pet Princess, her hand sweeping gently through fur from eye to ear, and Princess leaned into the touch, humming.

Dr. Nishikino watched her daughter, who was watching Nico, who was opening the door so they could leave, “Hey, Mrs. Nishikino?” Nico sounded curious, but uncertain.

“Yes?”

“What’s Princess’s real name?”

Dr. Nishikino squelched a nervous giggle, part amusement, mostly exasperation as her daughter loosed a melancholy howl. This was quite the tangle Maki had gotten herself into.

“My daughter will have to tell you herself.” The answer was decisive and Dr. Nishikino strode out into the morning, a nod to Nico, her daughter at her side.

Nico watched them for a moment, unhappy at the recurring thought that everyone knew something but her. Followed by the suspicion that someone was playing a joke. Nico was still dressed for indoors not an introspective and brooding lean on the edge of cold so she closed the door on strangeness and doubts, went inside and poured herself some more coffee while looking over the Much Ado About Nothing scenes her Acting II class was working through.

Maki sat at the table, orange juice in front of her, twining Nico’s scarf around her wrist. Her mother had opted for coffee and a frown.

“Your father and I were frantic. Not to mention how Rin and Hanayo felt.”

Maki drank half the orange juice, sullen. “Nico was scared.”

“And is Nico all that mat…” Dr. Nishikino stopped herself, trying to generate some sympathy for the early thrills and tunnel vision of attraction, but overprotective parenting had had 19 years to become entrenched and it wasn’t going anywhere. “You were irresponsible, Maki, leaving like that, without even a note. Not telling Nico is irresponsible. Running around on campus as ‘Princess’ is irresponsible.” She inhaled, then threatened. “Do I need to buy you a collar and license?”

Maki dropped the glass and it rolled as the orange juice spilled out. “I’m not a dog.”

“Tell Nico that.”

Maki closed her eyes and threw her head back, shouting. “I DON’T KNOW HOW.”

“Well, you’ll have at least a week to figure it out. Your father and I want you to return home directly after class. No wandering.”

Maki shook her head, anger pushing through frustration, ears lengthening, dangerous neon green swirling into irises, lips drawn back. She shoved her chair, standing, hands gripping the table…

“Maki.” Her mother’s voice was soft, but unshakeable. “Control yourself.”

Maki raised her hands, relaxing her shoulders, her voice resolute. “I’m going to a party tonight.”

Her mother watched as the lavender reclaimed her daughter’s eyes, noticing the depths of worry Maki couldn’t hide. “Be home by 1 a.m.”

Maki nodded.

“And tell Nico.”

Maki transformed and whipped out of the room, her clothes falling to the floor. There was a thud as she worked to slide open the door to the backyard. And then the howls began.

A/N Howdy!

Writing this as I listen to The Tragically Hip's "I'm A Werewolf, Baby." There's a second playlist, to start the list of things I forgot to mention while Shrewing.

And last night, Asuka A05 (Tumblr) asked me about posting some Casual Lunacy fan art she'd done, which can be found here. Take a look if you need a cute and cuddly moment.

Which reminded me I never mentioned that kuro--sawa (also of Tumblr) also did some fan art a month ago (cast was getting off book, always a hectic time), which can be found here. Also cute, and I love that you can see the one canine tooth biting into Maki's underlip.

So thanks for that. It's cool to see different takes. I think that's part of why fanfiction and fanart appeals to me. I'm a detail person and it's fascinating to see how minor tweaks can change worlds and dynamics.

Taming Of The Shrew finished off well; lots of laughter. It was fun to watch all the hard work everyone put in onstage.Thanks for stopping by. I appreciate your support. Now, I have to get in a party mood (ﾉ･_-)☆

Want to help? Suggest a song for the KotoHonoUmi Lunar New Year extravaganza, please and thank you ┌(☆o★)┘

#nicomaki #will make links neater later #Casual Lunacy #yazawa nico #nishikino maki #werewolf #college #coffeeshop #theatre #fanfic #awoo #music #links sorted #writing

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imaginetonyandbucky · 7 years

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Prompt 1: Werewolf Bucky is new to the Avengers. Instead of attaching himself to Steve he follows Tony, who happens to be an incubus. Tony thinks all the possessive displays of affection are absolute adorable and cant get enough of Bucky cuddling him, covering him in Buckys scent via puppy kisses, laying on top of him. The others think it's cute too. Until it doesn't stop after a few weeks and they think Tony mojo'd Bucky with his powers of seduction. Cue Protective!Bucky and hurt-but-hides-it Tony

Prompt 2: Can I please have some more asexual Tony? (There is always a lack of fics for ace characters :(()

Tony wasn’t sure what he had done to earn Bucky’s friendship, but whatever it was he would do it a thousands times over if it meant having Bucky by his side.

When Steve and Sam had brought Bucky home to the tower, Bucky had been quiet and morose with moments of anger and violence peppered in between—often triggered by a memory of Hydra. Everyone had thought Bucky would turn into a raging monster when the full moon came and his more animalistic side would be out. It had been a shock to everyone when Bucky had taken werewolf form and instead of lashing out he lay on the ground and whimpered throughout most of the night.

Everyone’s attitude toward Bucky had changed after that. Steve’s need to protect and defend Bucky had doubled, and everyone handled Bucky like glass.

It became annoying real quick, which was why one day Tony marched into the communal space, went up to Bucky, and slapped a wrench into his hand. “I need an assistant today. You’ve been chosen.”

Bucky had been perplexed, but had followed Tony.

Tony doubted that moment was the one that had garnered him Bucky’s friendship; however, it had been a launching point. Whenever Tony saw that Bucky was being coddled he’d demand Bucky help him in the lab or workshop. More often than not, Tony had Bucky mostly hold heavy and/or large items in place while Tony and the bots did more of the technical stuff. If Bucky asked, Tony would slow down and explain what he was doing as he built his contraptions. Bucky seemed to take joy in those exchanges, even if he didn’t say much.

Maybe that was why when he saw Steve, Natasha, and Vision were holding back with Bucky when it came to sparring as well Tony had volunteered himself as a sparring partner.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky had said.

Tony rolled his eyes and patted Bucky on the bicep. “Listen, sad-pup, you’re not going to hurt me. Even if you tried, my armor would blast through the wall and you’d get your ass handed to you. Besides, I need the practice.” Tony batted his eyelashes at Bucky. “You wouldn’t want to see me get hurt in a real battle against someone with super strength in the unlikely scenario that my armor malfunctions, would you?”

A spark of irritation lit Bucky’s eyes, and Tony could sense the internal growl Bucky shoved down. “No.”

They’d become sparring partners then.

They had already become friends before that though.

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Tony scrolled through his call list, feeling miserable and hungry. He wished a large cheese burger was the solution to his problems, but unfortunately, the type of nutrients he needed didn’t come from McDonalds, unless he was planning to snack on a cashier.

Tony groaned and sat up in bed. His sheet dropped down to his lap. He hissed. His skin felt sensitive. He couldn’t even wear clothes without feeling like he was being static shocked. He knew he should have had sex three days ago, but it had just been so unappealing. The idea of touching another body right then just seemed too much. Plus, he really didn’t want to deal with all the trouble that came with sex. It was such a hassle; albeit, sometimes fun, but not an exercise he felt compelled to perform.

Now he needed it. Sometimes he loathed being an incubus.

Tony sighed and dropped his phone. “FRIDAY, how much longer can I put off this stupid sex thing before I’m in absolute physical agony?”

“By my calculations, you have roughly three hours, boss. I would also like to point out that you are fifteen minutes late to your sparring session with Sergeant Barnes. He is currently headed to your floor. Should I impeded him?”

Tony grumbled. He hugged his pillow to his chest, grimacing as it pulled against his skin.

He needed a distraction. “Let him in.”

“Understood.”

A minute later, Bucky knocked on his bedroom door and Tony hollered for him to come in.

Bucky’s eyes swept across Tony and his rumpled bed. His expression hardened as he processed the situation.

Tony beamed at Bucky. He kicked his legs up and in the air and cupped his chin. “Hi wolf-babe. You mad at me for missing sparring?”

Bucky walked toward the bed. He nodded at it. “May I?”

Tony huffed at Bucky’s wolf sensibilities (Bucky may deny having them, but Tony knew they existed). He patted the spot next to him on the mattress.

Bucky sat. His eyes roved over Tony’s back before meeting Tony’s gaze. “You don’t look sick.”

“I am.” Tony decided to have some fun and let some of his true appearance leak out over the human facade he wore. His eyes were a mix of oranges and yellows with slitted pupils. Gray, ridged horns sprouted from the top of his head and curled. He smirked at Bucky. “My more primal side is out, and it has made me extra sensitive.” Tony tucked his inhuman features back behind his human disguise and exhaled blithely. “It makes me want to vomit.”

Bucky’s brow pinched. It was a few seconds more before he asked, “Am I understanding this right? Are you saying you’re horny and want to vomit?”

Tony tapped the side of his head where his horns were when not hidden. “Technically, always horny.” He sighed and slouched so he face was burrowed in his folded arms. “But no, I’m not horny. I just need to eat. I’m sure once I start the process I’ll be fine, but it’s finding the motivation to have sex that is the problem.”

“You don’t want sex?” Bucky asked. Bucky’s face scrunched, a sign that he was puzzling through what he’d known about Tony and what he had just learned. He was most likely having trouble with the juxtaposition or a playboy/incubus not wanting sex.

It wasn’t the first time someone had such a reaction to Tony’s revelation. It was frustrating, but Tony kept his aggravation at bay. Bucky’s curiosity and confusion didn’t come from a place of callousness, and the poor guy had been brainwashed for seventy years. If there was anyone Tony could give a break to when it came to understanding the multitude of sexualities that—even to this day—struggled to be recognized and understood, it was Bucky.

“Sex is good. I just...ugh.” Tony made vague hand-gestures. “I’d compare it to working out, but I’m not sure you would get the analogy.”

Bucky pulled up his legs and sat cross-legged. He put his full attention on Tony. “Try me.”

The challenge that lit Bucky’s eyes delighted Tony, but he kept the emotion hidden from Bucky. There had been quite a few people before Bucky who had been determined to understand Tony’s sexuality, but the only ones who had ever succeeded had been Rhodey and Pepper. Even Happy still flubbed every now and then when it came to Tony.

“Fine. Think of one of those days when you dread doing exercise; simply hate it. You know you need to exercise though because of your health. Hell, you even enjoy it once you get started, but getting started is the hardest part. All you can think about is how much you’re going to sweat. How sore you’ll be afterwards. The stench. Being so out of breath your lungs burn, and no matter how much water you drink you feel like you’re dying of thirst.”

“You really hate exercising.” The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitched upward.

Tony swatted Bucky’s knee, happily accepting the sharp tingle the action caused. “I’m trying to make a point. Forgive the exaggeration.”

“Maybe next time you should compare it to doing chores? Beneficial, but no one’s in a rush to do them. Although it probably is not as sweaty, unless you’re cleaning the whole house.” Bucky wrinkled his nose.

Tony mulled over the suggestion for a second before realization struck him like lightning.

Bucky had understood him, or at the very least had some understanding of what Tony felt. Tony just about purred in satisfaction. “Yeah, but who enjoys chores while doing them?” Tony huffed, feigning nonchalance, but inside his heart was fluttering within his ribcage and his stomach was roiling with happiness and excitement.

“Some people like to do chore,” Bucky defended his metaphor. “I don’t, but someone out there does.”

“Just like how you enjoy exercise, you heathen,” Tony said.

Bucky shrugged. “Sometimes. I have my days too. Is that where the analogy falls apart? ‘Cause, I might be misunderstanding, but I don’t think what you’re describing to me is the same thing where some days I just don’t feel like having sex for whatever reason.”

“It is different,” Tony conceded. “I don’t experience sexual attraction. I have a libido and I can enjoy sex, but it’s not what draws me to a person.” He glared down at his phone, knowing that if he were to wake it up from sleep mode it would display his call list. “So it makes it very difficult to pick a partner just for the sole purpose of sex.”

“Fuck. That sucks.” Bucky grumbled in his throat. His fingers played with the tips of Tony’s hair, sending a shudder up Tony’s spine. “Sorry, Tones. Is there anything I can do to help?”

A traitorous thought entered Tony’s head. The image of kissing Bucky suddenly made the idea of having sex not so strenuous. If it was Bucky then it would be more like a game; he could see himself having fun. He could picture himself babbling about something he did in the lab that day and Bucky commenting back or even just peppering Tony with kisses while he listened.

It was a nice image.

“Damn.” Tony flopped his head on his bed. He talked into his mattress. “See, now you I could bang.”

Tony felt Bucky sit up straighter. “What?”

Tony lifted his head. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know you're gorgeous. Plus, for a werewolf, you’re more like a stuffed plushie. You’re the essence of adorableness trying to look tough and fierce.”

“I think I’m pretty fierce.”

“Puff pastry.”

“Am I a toy or food? Get your analogies straight.” Bucky playfully whacked Tony on the leg.

Tony cringed and hissed.

Bucky reared back.

“I’m all right.” Tony drew in a sharp breath. “Sensitive, remember? Won’t go away until I have sex.” Tony nodded at his phone on the bed. “Was trying to call someone before you showed up, but I just couldn’t find anyone appealing.”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky bowed his head remorsefully.

Tony chuckled softly. He leaned his head so his temple rested on Bucky’s knee. The contact stung at first then calmed to a nice pressure. “It’s all right.”

A beat of silence passed before Bucky spoke. “I’d be willing, but you’d have to know something first, Tony.”

Tony tensed in surprise. He hadn’t considered Bucky an option at all. Yes, it would be nice to have Bucky be his partner, but he hadn’t actually considered it possible. A part of him wondered if he’d slipped into a fever dream. Bucky would certainly be one of the most convenient people to have sex with.

“I have feelings for you, Tony,” Bucky stated. “And if we do this they are not going to go away, and… damn it, okay, I’ll admit it. Being a werewolf does affect my personality.” Pink dusted Bucky’s cheeks.

“I knew werewolf sensibilities existed,” Tony stage whispered.

“I’d flick your ear for that if it wouldn’t cause you pain.” Bucky sighed. “But yes, you were right about that. Just not in all the ways you think. If we do this, I’m going to want to touch you constantly—not in a sexual manner though. I mean—I wouldn’t be opposed to sex. Wait! No that I came out wrong too.” Bucky groaned in frustration. “I’m available for sex?”

Bucky’s face turned bright red, and Tony bit his bottom lip to keep from cackling at Bucky.

Bucky sighed in surrender. “Fine. Just know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. What I was trying to say is that I will want to hug and kiss you. I’d also like to hold your hand cuddle. I’m also going to want to mark you up with hickeys and scent you whenever I can.”

“You don’t mean pee on me, right?”

“Tony, be serious!”

“I am.” Tony pushed himself up so he was facing Bucky. “I’m not a fan of watersports.”

Bucky let out a frustrated breath through his nostrils and looked away.

Tony sighed and slowly leaned in to kiss Bucky on the cheek; he wanted to give Bucky plenty of time to retreat if he prefered to not be kissed.

Bucky didn’t pull away though.

A knot that had formed in Tony’s chest released and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. The chaste kiss had been electric with a painful edge; Tony would happily do it again.

“Maybe it’s better if I help you pick out a partner for today? I don’t want to pressure you into anything with me just because I-”

Tony pressed his fingertip to Bucky’s lips. “My dear, just shut up and fuck me, or let me fuck you. I really don’t care which. I’m sex neutral, not anti-physical affection or whatever term you wish to use. Also, all of that sounds pretty amazing to me. The only person who cuddles me now is Rhodey. I love him, but he’s just one man. I need many more cuddles and hugs. I’m touch starved, you know?”

Bucky frowned. “Are you serious about being touch starved?”

Tony shrugged. “Maybe a little.”

Bucky growled.

Laughter burst from Tony. “You really are just the most adorable thing.”

Bucky gently cupped the back of Tony’s head and pulled Tony in close. “I’m going to hug and kiss you so much, you’re going to be sick of it by the end of the week.”

“Oh?” Tony quirked an eyebrow then kissed the corner of Bucky’s mouth. “I’ll accept your challenge once you feed me.” He drifted his lips down to where Bucky’s jaw and neck met and kissed Bucky there. He smirked as Bucky sucked in a quick breath. “Sound good?”

There was a hint of growl in Bucky’s voice as he answered, “Sounds fantastic.”

Bucky had made good on his promise to cover Tony in hickeys, Tony noted as he stared at his distorted reflection in the fridge door as he waited for his coffee to finish brewing. He felt wonderfully full after the other day’s activities and already had plans for how he was going to spend the rest of the day improving his armor as well as work on new products for SI.

Tony startled as two arms wrapped around his waist—one flesh and one metal. Bucky grumbled as his lips latched onto the nape of Tony’s neck and peppered sleepy kisses along the sensitive spot. A nice shudder ran along Tony’s spine, and he turned his head to kiss Bucky’s temple. “Morning, gorgeous.”

Bucky glared at Tony, but the arms around Tony’s waist clung a little harder. Bucky pecked Tony on the lips.

Tony hummed in delight. “I can definitely get used to this. Although the murder-stare I can do without.”

“Too early.” Bucky buried his face in Tony’s shoulder.

Tony frowned. Bucky wasn’t a morning person, but that usually translated into him grunting and walking around with his eyes half-closed. This new reaction had Tony worried. “Sometimes having sex with an incubus can leave a person drained. We feed off the energy that’s released during sex, so I might have taken more than I should have.”

Bucky nuzzled Tony’s neck. “Take as much as you want.”

“Not if it makes you walk around like a zombie for half the day.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Sam’s voice cut in to their conversation.

Tony tensed in Bucky’s arms. Bucky pressed Tony closer to his chest and glowered at Sam.

“Don’t give me that look,” Sam chastised. He waltzed over to the fridge, motioning for Tony and Bucky to take a few steps back so he could open it. “If you two want privacy stay out of the kitchen.”

Bucky grumbled and went back to nuzzling Tony’s neck.

Sam quirked a brow and looked imploringly at Tony.

Tony smiled and reached up to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “Just enjoying some team bonding. You want in?”

Sam shook his head as he took the carton of orange juice out from the fridge. “No thanks.” He eyed them as he headed over to a cabinet to grab a glass for his juice. “Wouldn’t want to ruin the cute picture you two make.”

“He’s mine.” Bucky scooped Tony up into his arms then leaped onto the couch with him.

Tony let out a grunt at the impact with the cushions then chuckled.

Bucky had Tony’s head and neck cradled protectively as he straddled Tony. He gently set Tony’s head down on the arm of the couch then looked over his shoulder and growled lightly at Natasha.

Natasha smirked as she held up her hands in surrender. “I was just offering him a little help in self-defense training.”

“I’m his partner.” Bucky sprawled across Tony, laying his head on Tony’s chest and hugging Tony.

Tony gently bumped Bucky on the head with his tablet. “You are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t share.”

Bucky grunted and pushed himself onto his arms so his face hovered over Tony’s. He gave Tony an unimpressed look and made a point of looking over Tony’s body. He huffed then kissed Tony on the forehead. “Nope. You’re mine, and no one else’s.”

Tony rolled his eyes. He bent his leg so it pushed along Bucky’s side. “Well, then you better hold on to me.” Tony swung his weight, flipping Bucky and him off of the couch.

Bucky let out a panicked sound and grabbed Tony. Bucky had fast enough reflexes that he could have easily flipped the two of them in the air so he remained on top of Tony, but instead Bucky remained under Tony, taking the brunt of the impact. It wasn’t until they were on the floor that Bucky switched their positions and nipped at Tony’s shoulder. “That could have hurt.”

“But it didn’t.” Tony grinned.

Bucky let out an annoyed sound and kissed Tony. “Only because I like you too much.”

Tony’s heart warmed at the confession.

“You’re recording this, right, FRIDAY?” Natasha asked the AI.

“Always, Romanoff.”

“Natasha,” Bucky and Tony complained in unison.

Natasha chortled at their disgruntlement.

“You need to be more careful around, Bucky,” Steve stated.

Tony stopped tinkering with his armor. He lifted his safety goggles to the top of his head and set down his tools on a nearby workbench. “Did I say something triggering?” Tony’s stomach churned. It was only years of practice that kept his worry from showing on his face. To Steve he appeared merely curious.

“I know you and Bucky have gotten closer, but it’s…” Steve’s face scrunched as he tried to find the right words. “He’s a lot more sensitive than he used to be. Things… casual relationships used to be something he could handle, but now he’s too prone to attachment.”

It felt like Steve was grinding Tony’s heart between two stones. “He does seem a little more sensitive than the guy that Howard told me about when I was growing up,” Tony admitted, keeping his tone light. “It’s not a bad thing though. Really, Cap. Haven’t you been paying attention? It’s okay now for men to be a more open about their emotions.”

“You know that’s not what I am getting at, Tony.” Steve closed the distance between Tony and him. He clamped his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Bucky, needs a serious relationship.”

“And you don’t think what we have is serious.” It took all of Tony’s strength to keep the bitterness out of his tone.

“Is it?” Steve asked.

Tony had no words. He hadn’t asked Bucky to be his boyfriend or vice versa. They weren’t even dating. They were just kissing and hugging all the time.

“It’s not your place,” Tony finally forced himself to say. “You have no right to tell Bucky or me what kind of relationship to have.”

“I’m just-”

“You just think you’re being a good friend, but maybe you should talk to Bucky first, and if Bucky wants something different from me than what he’s already got then he can tell me himself.”

Tony curled up in his bed and hugged himself.

He needed to have sex again, but he couldn’t even bring himself to look at his phone for a potential partner. He knew exactly who he wanted to feed from, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask. Every time he considered calling Bucky and asking for help, his brain replayed his conversation with Steve from a few days ago.

It was stupid. He was being stupid. Nonetheless, the voice in his head that told him he was taking advantage of Bucky paralysed him in inaction.

“Boss, Sergeant Barnes is outside your bedroom. He would like to know if he may come in.”

Tony groaned. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it. His skin wasn’t sensitive yet to the soft fabric, but in a few more hours it would be.

He should talk to Bucky.

His stomach felt like someone had dropped a lead anchor into it.

Tony took a deep breath and sat up. “Let him in.”

Bucky must have heard Tony’s answer through the door, because Bucky opened the door the moment the words left Tony’s mouth—not enough time for FRIDAY to relay the message. Bucky looked over the room, and without any preamble he joined Tony on the bed and tugged Tony into a hug. He carded his hand through Tony’s hair as he encouraged Tony to tuck his head under Bucky’s chin.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

Tony scoffed. “Who said anything was wrong?”

“My instincts.”

Tony snorted. “Yeah right.”

Bucky stroked Tony’s side as he held him.

Tony frowned. “Hold it. Were you joking about the instinct thing?”

Bucky shook his head and kissed Tony on the forehead. “It’s a werewolf thing. Sensing disturbances in the pack.”

Tony snorted then burst into laughter. His nose pressed into Bucky’s collarbone and he shook with laughter. “So I’m pack?”

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Bucky pulled Tony closer so he was just on the edge of Bucky’s lap. “Did someone say you weren’t?”

Tony shrugged. “No. I just didn’t know if ‘pack’ meant the Avengers or your closest friends.”

“Either way you’d still be pack.” Bucky kissed Tony’s cheek, right below Tony’s eye. “Now why are you in your room all alone?” He sniffed Tony. Bucky frowned and took a another whiff. “Especially when you smell like you did when you were sex deprived.”

Tony took a deep breath and braced himself for Bucky’s reaction. “Because I need to feed again.”

Bucky was quiet for a beat. He cocked his head to the side. “Well, I can help with that, Tony. Personally, or I can call someone if you rather not.”

“Would it bother you if I wanted someone else?” Tony asked.

Bucky paused in stroking Tony’s side then picked it up again. “It’s not about me; it’s about what you want.”

Tony untucked his head from under Bucky’s chin so he could look Bucky in the eye. “Steve said you can’t handle a causal relationship.”

Bucky growled. “Steve doesn’t know what he is talking about.”

Tony bit the inside of his cheek. He wished he’d come into the conversation more prepared. There were so many things he wanted to say—so many things he wanted to ask. He didn’t want to send Bucky running though by going too deep too fast.

Bucky cupped Tony’s face. He rubbed his thumbs along Tony’s cheeks. “Just talk to me, Tony. I promise I’m not going to take off.”

Tony huffed and pushed Bucky’s hands away. “Of course you’re not going too. I’m just trying to figure out the most efficient way to ask you what I want to know.”

Bucky smiled knowingly. “Sure thing, doll.”

The pet name loosened something in Tony’s chest. “I don’t want to feed off anyone but you, and I want you to keep smothering me like you do.”

“‘Smothering?’’” Bucky teased.

Tony rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “Yes, smothering. I can’t lie down on the couch without you showing up to lay on top of me.”

“You can always return the favor, you know.”

Tony smiled. “I might take you up on that. I might even take you out to coffee if you let me.”

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yes.”

Bucky beamed and kissed Tony on the mouth. He was still smiling as he pulled away. “I’d love that.”

Tony had never been scared of public displays of affection, but holding Bucky’s hand in front of Steve after Steve had told him to leave Bucky alone had Tony as jittery as a kid on their first date. Bucky squeezed his hand and that simple act quelled most of his nerves. Bucky guided Tony through the gym and toward the section where they liked to lay out the floor mats and practice hand to hand combat.

Steve watched them from the corner of his eye as he punched a boxing bag.

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky hollered, startling both Tony and Steve.

Steve stopped in the middle of boxing and turned around.

Bucky grinned widely as he held up his middle finger at Steve. “Stay out of my relationships.”

Tony covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

Steve blinked a few times then snorted. He smirked at Bucky. “You be careful with Tony too.”

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