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You work alongside Matt and Foggy at the law firm. Of course as one of the most successful lawyer in the city the one and only Tony Stark would recruit you. As you are trying to find a meaning of your life you find life in someone. It’s may be a rocky start for you two but maybe it’s worth taking.

Chapter 2:

“Goodmorning, How can I assist you this morning?” The young lady at the front desk asked me.

“Hello, I am here to see Agent Penelope Garcia” I check my phone and verify if she has responded but nothing.

“Am sorry I don’t recognize that name”

“Of course. She and her team are here on the doppler case” Come on.

“Oh yes.” Thank god. “Let me lead you to the office she is using. I nod following right behind her. Once we arrive I give her thanks and she lets me walk in alone.

“Why haven’t you responded to any of my messages?” I can’t help but smile as her usually bubbly self engulfs me into a hug.

“Im sorry, I just wanted to get these papers filled out so I can have enough time to shop around before leaving tonight”

“Well new york is surely the place to walk around and shop”

“Sure is, so what's up” I take a seat next to her. She always made every place she was in hers, no matter how long she was in them. She was the one to bring the cases into a new level with a sense of emotion. We met here about 2 years ago when they requested my help. One of their agents was in trouble and needed to get his case resolved. He was being wrongly accused and working alognside her the most was the best. Since then we have kept in touch.

“My client was found dead last night from an apparent suicide, and my partner and I know that was not the case. He left a note behind and photos of the scene were taken.” one of the things I hate doing is asking for things, more when they haven’t asked anything of me.

“They took you off the case and they are just treating it as a soon to be closed one since he probably admitted guilt in the note” She surely is a smart bee.

“Yes. So my question is if you could..” Why does asking for help have my heart beating faster and wanting to punch myself?

“Get you the pictures? Sure. Give me a couple seconds” I let out a short laugh seeing her move her fingers magically over her keyboard. “I will send them to you using an encrypted address, so no one knows it was sent to you and no one can take them off your phone” After a short conversation I bid her goodbye. I was so lucky she was in town. I drove back into the office and straight into Matt’s.

“Hey got the pictures, did you get the videos?” I see him shake his head but move a file towards me. I open them up and see death certificates.

“There is no video eveidence in or around his home and the officers are of no help, but they did mention that” I see him point at the papers again. All in alphabetical order, all the suspects' death certificates. All killed one day during the week prior to Miller’s death. “Foggy spend his morning looking them up and even confirmed it with the families”

“Why would they kill Miller and the suspect in question? Eitheir we never got the right guy in our suspect list or they don’t care who they kill, loved one or not '' I throw the papers to the desk. It's like if I was driving down a road and had three ways to go. One was the easy way, just a straight paved road. The other one was a road that would take me days to drive. I would have to take a car, then a boat, a plane and finally walk on foot to reach. The third one I could see the destination but the bridge had just broken. The train broke. Everything is falling piece by piece. What was supposed to be our advantage and a step ahead brought us closer to nothing, nothing. Anyways, that just confused me more. I get up, popping open my phone. “I got the pictures of the letter and you are right it was definitely not a suicide note”

We spent the whole afternoon trying to figure anything out. Any connection to the Miller to the suspects or any of them to the 3 guys mudered and finally we got a lead. One of the suspects had the same marking left on the note and the three guys that were murdered. We looked back on the guy’s pictures and with the help of Foggy and Karen now we came to find that the suspect was close to another guy with the same marking on his wrist.

“I will send over the information to the lead officer” I nod at Karen. Our next step is to wait for them to take them into custody and wait for him to talk. Let the police do their jobs and have him give as much information as possible. What did that marking mean? Who was the suspect to him?

“Now what?” Foggy asked, as he is seated next to Matt and I. I take my phone out to check the time.

“Well it's 4:45. I say we take a break and resume this as soon as we hear anything from the police. I can’t miss Tony’s party and neither can you three” I part to my home to get ready. I rush home quickly, taking a shower and fixing myself up. Supricenly I look into the mirror and it doesn’t look like I havn’t slept well for the past 2 weeks. When I arrived at the tower the time hit 7:10. I took the elevator to the floor where they were having the party. It was a long way up but I finally made it.

“Look who’s here” I hear Tony scream from across the room. I would have turned right around but I notice Nat and Steve now behind Stark as he walks towards me.

“I brought you your succulent but those guys in the entrance took it from me” I say feeling his arms wrap around me and pulling towards the way he came from. “Happy birthday” I say quickly returning his smile.

“Thanks. I know you are a no show to parties but I want you to enjoy yourself tonight” I was about to argue with him but he always has to get his way or he won’t stop. “Come on do it for me. It's my birthday!” He grabs a drink from the waitress passing by and with that he walks away.

“I understand you’re his lawyer but that doesn’t mean you have to be his friend” I laugh at Nats words as I hug her, than Steve.

“I know I am not the most uplifting person but someone how in his little weird way he makes me like him. Plus the pay is good so if I have to come to these once every year I can take it”

“Well it's good to see you,” Steve says, handing me a drink. “So what has been keeping you busy from visiting us?” Nat and I follow him as he leads us towards the bar.

“I had this case that has been going on for 3 weeks and just this morning my client was found dead. Now it seems to be a murder but the officials want to pronounce it as a close case because some letter states he admitted fault” Damn I am going to need more alcohol.

“So they just want to throw him under the rug and call it a win?” I simply nod towards them stealing two cups from a waiter. “So what is the reason you think it was a suicide?” Before I could ramble on about what we figured out a tall figure walks behind steve and places a hand on his shoulder

“Hey man, I need to talk to you” The deep voice belonged to a dark-haired guy. Build with a strong stance. A vibridium arm. Call me crazy but I don’t even know how to handle my thoughts right now. Being in the presence of the avenger is not new. I know everything can be expected but not me becoming so infatuated with only looking at this guy for the first time. Who was he?

“Yeah of course” Steve got up, excusing himself from the table. “I will be back soon” I nod watching them both leave

“Bucky” I hear from the side. Quickly I noticed I was having a staring problem so I looked towards Nat with an awkward smile. “Well James Buchanan Barnes. He was stationed with Steve back in the 40s. We found him as the Winter Soilder”

“Oh yeah. You told me some details, before he had to go to Wakanda '' Nat mentions some things here and there but with her missions and my cases we prefer to leave our work lifes behind most of the times we hang out.

“Yeah. He seems much better now but I know its a struggle for him to get used to this world now” As she continues talking I can’t help but move my eyes discreetly towards them. The lights were low but when he was close I could tell they weren’t brown. His face was emotionless as he walked away but he tried to direct a smile towards us as he spoke to Steve. Being on the bad side most of your life and having to work for it now is not simple. “You like him.”

I shake my head, “No, no, just curious” It was true. He was the mysterious, cold looking, low voice guy in all of my books I have read before and fell in love with but I am too smart to know that something like that would work out. Boys in my books fight for what they want while battling their demons. When I see him I see a guy who has demons he has yet to overcome because the main demone is himself. He is struggling. His arm twitches and his head turns at every noise. He has things he needs to fix and if all my books are correct a woman may help but they want their space. Also the woman in the books does everything for them not to be alone and helps them fight their demons but I am not one to do so. I get scared and run away at the first look of difficulty. I am not the one to be placed with someone's trust and love. I can’t give you a correct response. I am not someone’s needs.

“Stop analyzing everything” She laughs while handing me another drink. “Is you were to stop anylizing eveythning and just go for it you would see how wonderful life could be '' She was right. Every move I make has to be foreseen by a pro and cons list. A breakdown of cause and effect. I break down my decisions and take the best route, even if my heart is telling me not to.

“Am a lawyer, that's what I do” I take a sip shrugging her off to change the conversation.

“Well how about for tonight you can be a girl in a little black dress who everybody in the party sees as carefree” I smile at her words. Of course I am not the one to let go but fuck it. Right?

“And what do you suggest, Miss. Romanoff?” She drinks her last glass and pulls out her hand.

“I suggest dancing like nobody's watching?” And that is exactly what we did. We dance past midnight. Many guests had left and while the rest were drinking and talking Nat and I were the only ones on the dance floor.

“Girls! The DJ needs to go” We both turned booing at Tony who was speaking through the microphone. “Don’t boo me! Go get some water!” We both laugh making our way to the other avengers. Which was only Steve, Wanda. Vis, Bruce and soon I knew Tony was going to come over.

“Hey I know you are not in the right mindset but I have something I would need help with in the morning?” Steve asked innocently which I only nodd to trying to gulp down a whole water bottle. “Its nothing just a ticket” I burst out laughing and soon the others follow.

“Goody two shoes got a ticket?!” Of couse Tony was the one with the nickname although everybody was thinking it.

“It wasn’t my fault! I was fed up with Nats feet on the dashboard and didn’t see the light was red”

“Well it wasn’t my fault either. You could just have ignored it but you chose to remove my feet yourse-'' We were caught off guard as the big windows outlooking the terrace blew up. I don’t know if they were the drinks or if I was just that tired but I don’t remember anything else from that night.

A/N: we are introduced to Bucky!!!. I am going to start writing the next part tomorrow and I want them to have a sort of enemies to lover kind of relationship but I don’t know how to get there. If you got any ideas feel free to comment. Thank you♥️

#james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky #buck #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky fic #avengers #tony stark #steve rodgers #nat romanoff #james barnes x reader #james barnes

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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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hello! can you write dom g!p student natasha x sub fem teacher reader?

DELICATE

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 3356

WARNINGS: smut, professor x student, cheating, mentions of Wanda x R, dark fic, mommy (N), degrading, praising, dubcon, recording, nat has a dick, breeding, mentions of belly bulges, mentions of guns and killing, veryyyy dark!Nat, somnophillia, Nat kinda babying R, threatening, think that’s all :)

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Your pen collided with the paper stacked upon others, a black line of ink following your every thread. Your lip was held by your teeth tightly while the computer's blazing glow shined through the dark room, being the only source of light as you found yourself too tired to reach out to the lamp across the room.

It was past midnight and you were well over your scheduled time but you had to grade these papers, the students were depending on them and you were lacking this month. You promised beforehand that they’d all see their results in a week or two but it passed that limit, and no matter how many times you apologized you still felt a nagging guilt when you were reminded of how aggravating it was for you to hear such things from your professors.

A sudden vibrate came from your phone and, even if you were in a deep focus, you were able to tear your eyes away for a fleeting moment to read the text coming from none other than Wanda, one of your students. The two of you shared a more intimate relationship than normal, but neither of you could stop yourselves. She was so beautiful and so intelligent, she always strived to receive the highest performance and often times found herself staying with you to complete work. Even in the silence, there was a sense of comfort and you wanted nothing more than to see how far this feeling could go, but she was your student and you were her professor, you thought there was nothing you could do.

That was until her lips landed on yours one afternoon when everyone had disappeared, leaving the two of you alone with no one to stop either of you. That night she went home with you, bringing you to multiple orgasms before you woke up next to her, lucky enough to realize it was a Saturday and you didn’t need to come into work. You left after a shared breakfast and peck to the lips that lasted longer than it should’ve. And then, your relationship started to blossom as you shared contacts and met up on occasion, careful enough to make sure no one could recognize the two of you.

Wands <3: Hello, my love! I hope work is going well and you’re not stressing yourself out too much. I just wanted to say goodnight since I finally finished my essay for Professor Rodgers, I was also thinking maybe we could see each other sometime this weekend. You know, to get our minds off the stress of papers and essays and assignments, all that boring stuff. Anyways, goodnight, and I hope you get home safely, I’ll hopefully see you soon!

The well-written paragraph almost seemed to release the tension that had been brewing inside of you, instead replacing it with a warm fuzzy sensation that had you blushing a deep red. You started to type out a well-thought-out response until you heard a small creaking. You assumed it was just due to the old pipes that you sent multiple requests in to be fixed and shrugged it off. That was until it continued.

“Hello? Anyone there?” You set your phone down and stood up, the laptop light now dimming the longer it was left unattended. It stopped for a moment and you started to believe it was all in your head, that was until you heard a loud, booming sound playing through what you guessed was a speaker. The projector suddenly lit up and was embraced with a video of you and Wanda on a coffee date at the cafe two blocks down, you gulped fearfully. You looked all around you, your heartbeat suddenly increasing its pace when you found nothing but a looming shadow in the corner.

“Who the fuck are you?” The video continued to play and that’s when you heard a deep moan, one that sounded all too familiar. You whipped your head around only to see a recording of Wanda going down on you while your hand laced through her hair, the other resting on your breasts as you helped her bring you to an orgasm.

“What the fuck?” Came your small whisper, confusion settling in and overpowering the fear you held.

“Mm, I remember that day very well.” Hands suddenly found themselves placed on your shoulders, making you jump at the contact before a chuckle left the unknown figure.

“Don’t be scared, love, I don’t bite. Well, unless you wanted me to, and after seeing that video I’m starting to think you’d very much enjoy that.” A lingering touch was planted on your hip as they turned you to face them, your eyes widening as you met the redhead’s green eyes in return.

“Hey, Professor.” You were suddenly very aware of the limited distance shared between you two and tried backing up discreetly, only to hear a clicking on her tongue in return.

“What do you want from me? How did you get those videos?” You asked timidly, feeling yourself now very much exposed with your opened buttons adorning your blouse. You noticed her staring at your chest as well, eyeing the black lace that made its way to the surface ever-so-swiftly.

“So many questions and so little of answers to give, what a shame.” She gave you a faux pout before biting her lip hungrily, palms rubbing at your sides softly as she seemed to be soaking in your curves.

“I’ve known about your relationship with Wanda for quite some time now and, my-oh-my, am I disappointed in you.” She stated, and without knowing why, you let your head fall in shame. “Don’t hide on me now, love, you seemed so confident when you were moaning her name, why so shy all of the sudden, hm?” You felt tears starting to form and sniffled, resulting in a mocking tone from the younger woman.

“Awh, don’t cry, you should know I don’t like cry babies.” She wrapped her arms tightly around your figure and brought you even closer to her body which radiated a strong perfume she wore. You couldn’t stop your head from leaning onto her chest as she ran her fingers through your soft locks that appeared messy from your state.

“You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? Such a dumb baby, stressing yourself out so much, why don’t you have yourself a little break, yeah?” You nodded, a small sense of comfort forming in your brain at her words. She led you to where you sat at your desk and had you relax in her lap, kissing the top of your forehead while shushing your cries softly.

“Don’t be scared, baby, Mommy just wants to spend some time with her sweet angel.” A part of you wanted to scream and interrogate her on how she found such private moments of you, but the other part of you wanted to stay in her strong yet soft arms. You didn’t know if it was the tiredness or the overwhelming stress you found yourself sinking further into her hold.

“I think I know what could get you feeling so much better.” You felt the pads of her fingertips teasing your inner thighs through the tight pants you wore. Suddenly being very aware of the situation you were in, you started to whine, trying to form words but feeling too tired to speak.

“Shh, trust Mommy, okay? You’ve been working so, so hard lately, you deserve some of Mommy’s love, don’t you think?” She was your student, always hidden in the back as her eyes strayed towards you instead of your writing and words, this was wrong. Although, you couldn’t quite say that when knowing you did the same with another redhead. Shit. Wanda.

“N-no, we can’t, Nat-” You tried regaining your composure but your words seemed to come out bubbly and drawn out, your mind becoming too foggy as you were in desperate need of sleep.

“It’s Mommy to you, Professor. C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t want this, you’ve practically been begging me to fuck you all year.” She remembered vividly whenever you’d bend over to direct a student in front of her, your ass being displayed generously to her eyes. Or whenever you’d help her even if she lied when saying she needed it, and the pet names that rolled off your tongue sent her in a spiral, she even convinced herself it meant more than you intended it to. She was so delusional, thinking that everything you did was purposeful and that you only saw Wanda as a way to replace your love for Natasha, even though that was far from the truth.

“You don’t know how badly I despise that asshole for taking you away from me, but it’s okay now, we’ll be together soon enough, I promise.” You shook your head but she held it firmly in her palm, bringing you as close as possible to her chest while forcing the quietness in you.

“I dreamt of the day you’d finally admit your love for me and let me show you how badly I want you, but then she got in the way and ruined everything. Not to worry though, I know you’ll end things with her before I end her myself.” She grinned as you tensed in her hold, only to stroke your cheek softly while her eyes deemed into yours. She could feel herself growing impossibly harder the more she held back, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to for much longer.

“You need to get some sleep, little one. You’ve been working such long hours, such a hard little worker you are. C’mon, get some rest and Mommy will take care of you.” You denied it again and again, knowing you were going to lose as your eyes started to close on you. They felt heavy, unbelievably heavy, at that.

“You know you’re not going to win this one. Just give in, Mommy would never hurt her precious baby.” Your mind was turning foggy with the way she spoke so gently along with the way she held you as if she never wanted to let go, you knew you were a goner.

“That’s it, don’t worry, just rest now, love.” She smiled to herself when seeing your eyes fully close, no matter how much she loved them she’d rather see them closed over while she fucked you into unconsciousness.

She set your body on the wooden desk after clearing the stacks of papers and ruined pens. Her hands came to spread your thighs instantly, growing more and more desperate the longer she waited. Her cock was practically drooling at the sight of you as she reached beneath the barrier of her pants and boxers to cup herself, shuddering in pleasure as she welcomed the bliss that followed.

“Such a perfect slut, already so compliant for Mommy.” Your belt was thrown as she pulled down your pants until she was greeted with the wet patch forming on your panties. You looked so adorable like this, she just had to keep it in her memories forever.

Grabbing her phone she took a few quick images that she knew she’d spend hours jerking off to the rest of the semester. That’s when a thought came to her. Setting up her phone against your laptop she pressed the red record button and smiled at the thought, turning back to you where she continued to remove the little amount of clothing you had on. Joining the pile of fabrics were your blouse and soon after your bralette that she spent an extra moment admiring.

She quickly did the same to herself as she stood stark-naked in front of you, your body only being covered by the little undergarment left.

“Look at how precious my angel is, so fucking perfect.” She grasped the phone in her hand as she directed the camera towards you, letting the lack of audience watch as she stroked her length over your covered cunt.

“This has been a fantasy of mine for some time now, sweetheart. Mommy’s so happy you’ve been so obedient, I knew you would.” She found herself coming to a quick release as spurts of her cum splashed your body before she aimed toward your breasts, moaning lowly as she painted your perky nipples white.

She set the electronic back down before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your dry lips, frowning as you shuffled slightly in your sleep. Her cock was aching to be inside of you by now, a throbbing redness appearing on her tip as she teased herself against your clit. That only seemed to edge her further until she finally let herself break and prodded at your hole, using your wetness as a form of lube. She was shocked to see you nearly dripping even when you tried to deny ever wanting this, ‘such a dumb whore’, she thought.

“Oh, yes, you feel so fucking amazing! Even better than I knew you would be.” She moaned dryly and thrusted her hips slightly, feeling yourself take her deeper and deeper until her pelvis bone was pressing into yours.

It was like you were made for her as you wrapped around her perfectly, and in her mind, you two were meant to be. She tried to erase the thought of Wanda from her mind, of the lude acts you two shared when you thought no one knew, but it only angered her further.

She knew you loved her, that’s what she convinced herself of at least. All the touches, the whispered words, they were meant for her and for a reason. Wanda did nothing to deserve your love, but Nat had been watching over you and keeping you from harm, only you never knew. And if you did, you’d most likely freak, but she didn’t want you to be scared, especially not of her.

“I’ll kill that bitch if she ever comes near you again, I fucking promise, baby.” The way you were sucking her in, your walls trapping her in place, this was all the proof she needed. There was no doubt in her mind that you’d spend the rest of your life with her. After all, she got whatever it was that she wanted.

“Oh, look who’s waking up.” Your eyes fluttered open as a whimper tumbled from your lips instantly. She smiled in your direction before grasping your chin in her fingertips, turning your head to face the camera still pointing towards the two of you.

“You look so cute, can’t wait to fill that pretty mouth with my cock.” You were slowly coming to your senses when you felt your back scratching against the desk as her hips continued to slap against yours, creating a loud clapping that echoed across the large room.

“Nat- ah!” You wanted to tell her to stop, that you’d report her for such horrid acts, but you couldn’t. The fact that it was so wrong made it feel even better, that seemed to be an occasional occurrence with you.

“Tell me you want me to stop, tell Mommy you don’t want it.” She was aching to hear it, to hear you beg her for less, knowing you wanted more.

“Please- please stop! I can’t take it!” She covered your mouth with her hand when your pleads came out, shushing you with that soft yet raspy voice of hers.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear ‘ya now. How do you think they’d react seeing a professor getting used by their student like a pathetic slut?” Your breath was coming to a regular, your heart finally returning to a normal beat as you accepted your fate. But something about the way her cock teased that spot deep inside of you that had you squirming made it all the better.

“You want Mommy to play with your clit? Yeah? Awh, all you have to do is ask, sweetie.” She spoke when your hand came to rub your swollen bud in a hurry, moan after moan leaving your mouth in response. She slapped your palm away and replaced it with her own, using her thumb to rub harshly and she smirked when hearing your juices spraying against her fingers.

“Oh my, baby, look at that!” Your mouth went slack as you squirted on her length, basking in the sweet pleasure she brought you.

“M-mommy! Mommy- please-“ She chuckled dryly at your babbled words.

“Yeah? You need something? Or are you too dumbed down to speak?” You bit your lip, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“My brainless little doll, you like it when Mommy fucks that nice spot?” Your nods were rapid even if you had barely any knowledge of what she said.

“I’m gonna cum in this dirty little cunt, and you’re gonna take all of it like a good girl, alright?” There was no time to agree as you felt a warm liquid starting to fill you up, your walls being painted white while she pressed down on your stomach lightly, smirking when she felt a small bulge.

“God, you’re gonna be the best Mommy ever, you’ll look so fucking sexy all round and full. It’ll be a constant reminder of how you let your student use you like a worn-out whore.” The video ended and Wanda stared at her phone with tears ready to spill. Nat had sent her a file to which she thought would be notes from class, she never really liked the redhead but she was able to get used to her annoying antics. But now, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to step foot in that class or look at you the same. She knew you were asleep during the first half, but you accepted her request in the end. Would she forgive you? How would she ever be able to go on another date knowing her classmate was fucking you not too long ago.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and, while being hesitant to open it, Wanda eventually gave in but what greeted her was not you ready to meet up like she asked. No, it was someone else. Someone who held a loaded gun in her hand.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d kill you if you ever look at them again.” The woman stated, laughing at the fear in the girl's eyes.

“So, I’ll give you some hope. You remove all contact you have with Y/N right now, then you pack up your bags and leave in less than twenty-four hours, got that?” When she nodded, Nat continued. “Then, you’re going to go as far as you can, somewhere that I’ll never have to see you again or I might just have to shoot your little brains out, Wands.” She twirled the gun in her hand as if it was a joke, a silly old laugh between two friends, but it was anything but.

“Well, I would say I hope to see you around but I guess you’ll be leaving now.” She gave an exaggerated pout and stuck her foot in the door when Wanda tried to close it in a hurry.

“If I come back here tomorrow and I see you’re still here, you won’t be the only blood splattered on the wall.” She whispered, thankful no one was nearby to hear her threatening words.

“Well, bye now!” She left with a smile planted on her face, knowing there was no chance of you and Wanda anymore. You were hers entirely, every part of you belonged to her and it would continue to stay that way.

Wanda closed her door with widened eyes, turning to face the body lying on her bed who seemed to have just woken from a nap.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, walking towards her as she refused to even look at you.

“I- uhm, I need to go.” She left before you could say a word, leaving the two of you with pieces of your heart damaged while Nat’s was perfectly healed, all while she was the one holding you at night.

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buckys-metal-arm · 2 years

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier in a Nutshell

Steve: Bucky says he misses me

Steve, visibly distressed: But his aim is getting better!

#bucky barnes #captain america #steve rodgers #cut to hill nat fury and sam on the corner all like 'u good buddy'#captain america the winter soldier #the winter soldier

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testingthewatersss · 4 months

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One day I'll get a request and keep it short, but uh, not today because this could've easily been a series. Under 4k is good for me though, so that's a win.This is my first time consciously shooting for a G/N reader in a long time so, bare with me.

Floodgates Usual Winter Solider context warnings but this is pretty tame tbh Bucky Barnes x G/N Reader Imagine 3830 words Fluff, mild angst. 18+ MDNI Requests open for a while via messages check masterpost for updated availability.

Everybody knows that Bucky is touch-starved. It's the unspoken truth that's used by everyone to excuse his irritable demeanour. It's the reason why nobody minds leaving the common rooms empty when he passes out on the couch in the middle of the day and Steve doesn't let Sam jab at him too much for how sweet he is on you.

The hope that had flourished when you'd made your relationship a little more public was quickly dying out though. When all the inhabitants noticed that Barnes was still a grouch. If anything, he was more jumpy when people got too close.

It was Bruce who suggested that the reason might be that the only person who didn't understand this blatant link between being kept isolated for the better part of a century and not tolerating mundane forms of contact might be Bucky.

After a lot of hushed discussion, Natasha was the one who decided to address it. Not being able to stand the undercurrent of gossip, but also not wanting to provoke any kind of intense reaction, she bided her time and cornered you.

"Does Barnes know he needs some skin on skin, or is he still takin' the long way round figuring it out?"

Coffee catches in your throat. You're in a Starbucks, you've just run a stupid 5k route that you hadn't wanted to and she's asking you this, now?

"Of course, he knows" You reply after a beat, "I mean, we all know, but he really knows."

She looks unsurprised, offers you a brown sugar packet and sits back on her stool.

"You know, couples-"

"Are you about to give me a sex talk?" you cut her off, humour making your lip quirk, "Please do not give me a sex talk"

"I wasn't talking about sex, we all know you're havin' plenty of that-"

You scoff at her, not bothering to ask how or why that's a topic of discussion at all.

"-I know exactly what you're talking about..." you decide to say, tone a little more serious now, "...It's delicate, Nat"

"That's why I'm talking to you" she replies, "I want to stop hearin' about it, and the only way I can get Rodgers to stop talkin' is to stop him from worryin' and the only way to do that is give him something."

You consider her words for a moment before nodding.

"He knows, I know- We all know, but it's difficult for him and I am not going to rush him into anything" You tell her, "but that doesn't mean I'm not keepin' an eye, and for what it's worth, he's gettin' better with the whole thing."

"His attitude didn't seem better this mornin'-" she counters from behind her paper cup, "He nearly Wilson put through a wall-"

"-for trying to get him to go to a couples therapist with Steve." You remind her smugly, "He told me all about it."

It's her turn to scoff then.

"Any other personal things you want to ask me?" you press, half a challenge. She grins before making her expression intensely serious-

"So, about the sex-"

You don't linger in the cafe for long, and you definitely don't run back. You call a cab, much to Romanoff's dismay. The break from the serious atmosphere of the tower has done wonders for her mood though, and by the time you make it home your arms are ladened with bags. Fast food for everyone and clothes and some new kind of tablet thing that Tony had insisted he can turn into a portable holo-deck.

Bucky is waiting in your suite.

The second you see him the conversation you'd had about his attitude seems ridiculous.

He beams up at you so wide that he gets creases by his eyes, and all he can do is chatter about everything that's happened since you left.

Steve annoyed him by out-lapping him on their run.

Wilson annoyed him, by well, breathing apparently.

He's finally figured out how to fix the dishwasher, so he doesn't have to call maintenance anymore, and he's finished packing his bag for the mission he's leaving on in the morning, and, he tells you proudly- he's made dinner.

It's some kind of soup, at least, you think it's meant to be a soup. But, whatever it is, it's good. And he's still smiling as you wash the dishes, bumping his hip against yours when you make a snarky comment about him still not using the dishwasher he's so proud of fixing.

And then he gets quiet.

You're sitting together on the couch, the same way you have been for hours, with your legs barely touching but with his warm, flesh fingers wound tightly through yours. You think about asking why he's suddenly turned mute, but then you notice the time.

"When do you leave?" You ask, stroking the back of his palm with your thumb.

"Four" he mumbles unhappily, giving your palm the lightest squeeze, "You're stayin' here, right doll? You're gonna wait for me?"

You laugh silently, pulling your legs up beside you to curl into his side.

"Don't I always?" you tease, grinning as he reaches over with his metal hand, guiding your lips to his.

"I'll be back before ten" He promises, "Steve promises"

"Oh, does he?" you murmur, lips still ghosting his, "You know he's driving Natasha crazy"

He quirks a brow, even so, close to his face you can see curiosity shining behind his eyes.

"Aparently you're a jerk because I don't give you enough skin on skin"

He rolls his eyes, laughing as your fingers find his cheek.

The second you actually touch him, though- the laughter dies. He has to focus all of his energy on not moaning at the contact.

You feel him tense and lessen the pressure, letting him move instead, pressing another kiss against your lips as he goes back to looking at you, this time, though, there's nothing but adoration behind the blue.

"you do plenty" he whispers, before moving quickly, standing and pulling you up with him, carrying you effortlessly, "I'm fine."

"I know" You hear yourself agree, although you think he'll hear the doubt in your tone, "But- if you do ever want something, you know I'm here, right?"

What Bucky wants he thinks, is totally irrelevant.

He wants to lay in your lap for hours, he wants to fall asleep and stay that way for hours because your fingers are in his hair. He wants to cry and not have to hide in a shower to do it. But you deserve better.

You deserve normal.

As normal as he can give you anyway.

Not that that's much, but he can't control that he reminds himself sternly, what he can control, however, is this.

He can keep the floodgates closed. He can do what he does best and keep it down.

He can make do with fleeting points of contact. With your hand in his, and your body in the same bed. The warmth of you is more than enough. You being there, smiling safe and lovely is more than enough.

And when he places you on the soft mattress and watches you start to tangle yourself with the covers, he's once again certain that that is all he needs.

What would I say, anyway? he thinks sadly, taking his place on the side of the bed that always seems too cold, How could I even bring that up without openin' a whole can of worms?

His cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, and as he thinks tragically about how much he wants to just reach out and feel you, his eyes start to sting.

"You doin' alright, sweetheart?" you ask, already knowing that he's not. He nods though and forces a smile you recognise.

"Tired" he mumbles unconvincingly.

Before his cheeks can get any more pink, you decide to smile back. It works to settle him. So does the way you reach out to take his hand again.

"I'll try not to wake you up" he promises quietly, "I'll see you tomorrow night"

"Tonight" You correct, looking over at the clock on his nightstand, "It's 1, you're leavin' in 3 hours, you better try and get some rest."

You don't know whether he does or not. He's gone when you wake up, reaching out for the fingers you normally fall asleep holding. He's left a note, telling you he loves you, and that he'll see you soon. And you tell FRIDAY to send him a message wishing him luck. When you don't get a reply, you decide to keep yourself busy. You order a delivery of food, which Bucky needs more than he realises, the state of his small built-in kitchen is shameful it's at best and depressing at its worst.

In all fairness, a punnet of pulmbs, some milk, 2 carrots and half a loaf of bread is far from that- but still. A stock-up isn't going to hurt anything.

And then you still haven't heard, and the tower is creepy when it's empty.

Like a school at night, you muse, walking through the walls, chattering to FRIDAY just to have some background noise.

Aside from assuring you that everyone's vital signs are fine, she can't actually do much to distract you, so in the end, you abandon her too and settle for sitting in your suite, on the bed, exactly where Bucky had left you.

You fall asleep reading and only wake up when you hear the door click open. You beam, rubbing tiredness from your eyes as you wait expectantly for him to come in and greet you.

He doesn't though. You can hear movement but it's not coming towards you, so you decide to just go to it instead.

"Hi, sweetheart-"

Your happy greeting dies as soon as you see him. Flushed with adrenaline, and tugging at his belt, which is still laden with grenades. When he finally rips it free, tossing it to the floor with such reckless abandon that you can't help but cringe, you walk towards him.

He's pulling at his vest now. Metal fingers pulling desperately at the straps that hold it in place, growing more and more frustrated as he can't quite get them loose-

"Here" you whisper, hating the look of anguish he's wearing, "Let me help"

His arm snarls as you reach out to replace his fingers with your own. But to his great surprise, you don't even flinch. You just hush out a soft breath and guide the metal palm away.

"You're fine" you promise, seeing the way he's relenting.

His brow meets the window as he leans against it, both arms falling lamely to his sides as he focuses on breathing.

On staying still and not just taking off running until his legs give way beneath him.

"You're back late" you muse, flicking a glance at the wall, where the time is being projected by what you're assuming is Tony's version of a wall clock.

11: 33

"Not too late though, huh?" you continue, knowing he likes the background noise, "Is anyone hurt?"

Bucky gives a short shake of his head.

It hurts. The movement sends daggers through his eyes. But still, he bites his tongue and tries to keep still.

He needs the vest off. He needs the layers of heavy, bulletproof padding, gone. He needs to not feel like he's dressed for battle, and he needs the ringing in his head to stop.

"Just you then" you murmur, more to yourself than to him.

"'m fine" he mutters, knowing you won't argue- especially since it's exactly what you've just told him.

You hum in quiet disagreement instead. Tugging the last of the straps free before letting the rough weighted vest fall to the ground with a dull thud that makes you wonder if you should've checked it for explosives first.

"Better?"

Your voice cuts through the pulsing in his ears, making him hyper-aware of the way he's still resting his head against the cool glass of a window of all things.

Is it better? he thinks, rolling his shoulders unhappily.

"Yeah" he murmurs, "Yeah, thank you, sugar"

And then he turns to you, wearing the fakest smile you've ever seen, and you can't help but reach out and stroke his cheek.

He flinches. He physically recoils back into the glass with a look so sad that you miss the false grin.

"They-uh" he coughs, embarrassment burning through his chest, "They shouted my words out through a speaker" he confesses, "I- I probbaly shouldn't even be here- Steve, Tony, they all, all say I'm okay, but I- I might... I, I just wanted to see you"

Your phone is already in your hand. Typing frantic questions to Natasha, to Tony and Steve and feeling your whole chest relax as replies start flooding in.

The words are deactivated, as deactived as they can be, anyway. He's not a danger, not that a different answer to that question would've changed anything, and everyone knows where he is. When he'd bolted from the Quinn-jet in irritable silence, the entire team had let him go because they knew exactly where he was going, and considering the fact that he's physically uninjured, fighting to get him to go to Med-bay would've been a waste of everyone's energy.

They still might've tried, in fact, Steve definitely would've tried, if they hadn't all been exhausted already.

When you look back up at him, your heart cracks straight down the middle.

He's just, waiting.

Eyes closed, brow on the glass,with his breath making it fog up by his face.

His back is heaving too, shining in the dim lights of the room. His back is shaking like he's crying, but his jaw is locked tight.

"What do you need, huh?" you wonder softly, not moving to touch him again, "Sweet, sweet boy- you got off that plane, and you ran- you ran all the way here, and then you stopped in here, why?"

His eyes flicker open, red and sore.

"I" he swallows, "I had to get it off"

You quirk your head, not understanding, and then you see the vest by his boots and nod.

"It hurts" he mutters to himself, "It's always hurt. I needed it off"

You know he's not talking to you, but you nod all the same, hoping that it might at the very least encourage him to keep his eyes open.

And then you realise what he's saying, and you can't keep quiet anymore.

"What hurts?" you ask softly.

His cheeks are hot again. He knows that he's embarrassed. That he should be, that it's right that he's burning with shame, but with the way his head is splintering he really doesn't care.

"The vest," he tells you quietly, "My skin, it- uh...it's always... the scars they uh... I- I needed to get it off..."

He looks at you, expecting to see a hint of something. Disgust, maybe? Or pity. What he doesn't expect, is the way you just nod again, expression understanding as you inch closer towards him.

He bites back a whimper, using all the strength he has left to not just collapse in your arms.

Keep the floodgates closed.

"Its off..." you remind him mildly, "Your home, it's off... so, what else do you need?"

Bucky blinks, sniffing to try and stop tears from forming as he stares at you.

And then, he hears you sigh, and his chest tightens so much that he can't catch a breath.

A sigh is never good. He thinks. He's done it. He's finally done it. He's done something that has made you realise he's a lost cause.

He's the lost cause.

But, when he forces himself to look back at you, wanting to memorise your face before you leave his world forever, no matter how painful it is, he sees you smiling. Leaning against the window, only inches away from him.

"I want to help" you promise softly.

A disbelieving scoff bubbles up through the tightness of his throat, and for a second, you think he looks like himself again. Even if he's a little rough around the edges.

"You did..." Bucky reminds you quietly, "I couldn't get it off, and you helped me"

The urge to roll your eyes at his gratitude is quickly tempered by the genuine affection in his tone. You settle for nodding instead.

"So what else do you need?"

This time, when your hand meets his face he shivers. Feeling something deep in his chest snap as he starts to lean back into the contact.

"C-could you..." he gulps, desperately shy now, "God, doll- could you just, touch my hair?"

"Your hair" you murmur, love drenching every word as you slowly trail your fingers up past his temple, stroking through the tangled length so gently he wants to scream.

"Please" he shudders, "don't pull-"

His frantic request chokes off incomplete, the heat in his cheeks making his jaw lock petulently.

"You don't like havin' your hair pulled?" you muse, tone light in contrast to his, "Noted."

"Does anyone?" he wonders bravely, adjusting to the slow, trailing warmth across his head.

You laugh at that, further coaxing him out of his embarrassment.

"Sure they do, Buck," you tell him conversationally, "people like all kinds of things..."

He's melting. He's sure he's physically melting into your fingers. Into the gentle tug and pull, into the wonderful, brilliant sting of human contact.

All you hear is the softest hum. It's content though, so you take it as a win.

"So since this definitely a winner..." you drawl, bringing your free hand down to his, letting him grasp your fingers in reflex, "What else do you like?"

The part of his brain that isn't purring like a cat, stuttering to a halt at your question. His eyes focus, as he blinks at you, face full of such total adoration that you feel like you should probably look away, but he's so beautiful that you can't quite manage it.

"You"

That makes you laugh, small and flattered as you shake your head.

"You've got me, Barnes." You remind him lightly, "If we could be doin' anything, anythin' in the world, right now what would we be doin?"

The smile he gives you then is the most precious one he's ever worn. Your whole body flushes with affection as he chuckles silently reaching up and pressing a kiss against the back of your hand, as you scratch your free knuckles against the back of his head.

"I have no idea" he mumbles honestly.

Your brow quirks, before you move, pivoting and opening your arms to coax him in.

He freezes, staring at you with longing as he offers a sad shake of his head-

"I can't- darlin'-" he stammers nervously, "I want to- I- I really- I-"

"You" he hears you whisper, "can do whatever you like."

He shakes his head again, stubborn this time.

"Not that" he mumbles, "Not to you"

"To me" you repeat, curious.

His lips tighten and then part, breath shallow as your thumb finds his cheek.

"I won't be able to stop" he explains, voice quiet like he's sharing a secret, "If I start, I won't ever be able to stop and you- you're-you're everythin' to me and I- I can't put that on you- because I really- I mean it- I don't-"

Your head is already shaking, your arms are moving, pulling him into your chest.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop" Bucky feels his words melting into your shoulder, he feels the heat of your body against his. His bare chest burning against the thin fabric of your vest. The feeling of your skin against his threatening to make his knees buckle. "I- I won't be able to stop"

You shake your head, hushing him as his resistance fades away to nothing. As he goes pliant in your arms, head falling to the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry" he whispers, "I'm so sorry"

"You're never listen" You mumble in reply, letting his hand go so that you can hold him tight against your front, "I just told you, sweetheart..."

Bucky pulls away just enough to look at you, and when you see tears brimming in his eyes, you can't help but hush him again, noting the way his hands are wound tight into the fabric you're wearing.

His lower lip pouts, he tries to avert his gaze but it doesn't work. He just can't manage to tear his eyes away from you. From the way you're looking at him, full of affection. Full of patience and kindness and-

"Didn't I just tell you, huh?" you murmur, smiling a little again, "You've got me"

He blinks, still not understanding.

So you do the only thing you can.

You kiss him. You kiss him until he pulls back, until he dips back down into your arms, tired and aching and pressing his own kisses against the skin of your throat.

"I'm not goin' anywhere" You remind him gently, "We don't ever have to stop"

We don't ever have to stop.

Your sweet words rattle through his mind all the way to the bedroom.

If it weren't for the aching in his knees and the awful cold of the room now that he's not hidden in your front, he might not've even noticed the journey.

He's too tired, now. His head aches, and his adrenaline is well and truly shot. But the hope of you, of more of the wonderful warmth of you, is more than enough to keep him moving through it.

I've done worse for less, he reminds himself with every wounded step.

We don't ever have to stop.

And then there's the bed. The edge of the bed against his calves, and he knows his hands are free and that he should be doing something but he can't think of what, no matter how hard he tries.

You remind him, your hands on his belt, your feet nudging his boots so he remembers to kick them free before finally lowering himself onto the covers.

For a minute the familiar coolness jars him. His head spins and throbs and pulses and then,

and then your fingers are back in his hair. Your arms are wrapped around him, and all he can feel is warmth.

Warmth and pressure building behind his eyes. Incredible pressure that finally spills free as his eyes overflow. As he surrenders and clings onto your back with all the strength he has left, and cries.

He sobs, silently at first, tears melting into your chest as you stroke his back. Whispering soothing words that you know he can't hear. Letting him finally just be.

And then, he's asleep. And so are you, a tangle of limbs and covers and heat. The kind of heat that makes you drowsy, that makes Bucky drowsy.

Drowsy enough to sleep through whatever nightmares were bound to have been triggered by the missions, drowsy enough to keep him that way for hours in a row. And when he does wake up, for the first time in... well, a long time- he's smiling.

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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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Could you do one where both Wanda and Nat are sick and super clingy to reader and just want to cuddle

Clingy Cuddles And Warm Snuggles

〚 Notes - This req was so cute! I loved writing it! Hopefully you enjoy reading :D 〛

〚 Summary - You come home from a mission to find that the compound’s been swept with a cold, meaning its up to you to take care of your sick girlfriends.〛

〚 Wordcount - 1720 〛

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You sighed a deep exhale of relief as the warm air of the compound met your skin. You’d just spent a long weekend up in the chilly mountains of Canada on a solo-mission so it was safe to say you were more than thankful for the warmth. However, as you made your way inside the compound, you immediately noticed something was off. The place was actually quiet?

That was something which almost never happened, there was always so form of background noise even if it was just the sounds of a distant conversation or the humming of background music. But no, it was almost silent. You shrugged and being naturally curious person that you were, you headed over the kitchen to both investigate and make yourself a snack.

Luckily as you approached the kitchen you could hear faint sounds of life. The recognisable sizzle of something frying echoed down the halls. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Clint as he stood over the cooker, making himself some bacon and eggs. The sound of the door closing announced your entrance and the Archer turned towards you, giving you a small smile.

“Welcome back Y/N,” He came over and gave you a quick hug before pulling away to muffle a cough into his elbow, “How did everything go?”

“It went alright, glad to be back though,” You replied as you grabbed yourself rummaged around the snack cupboard before settling on a bag of Doritos, “Where is everyone though? It's so dead in here, usually you can't get a break from the noise.”

“Y’know I can make you some decent food if you’d like,” He smirked, nodding down towards your choice of snack, “and It’s been like this all weekend, Tony managed to spread around some sort of bug, and it's really knocked people out. This is the first time I’ve been up in a day or so”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow; it definitely wasn’t like Clint to stay in bed. It wasn’t often that anyone at the compound got sick really but when they did, it always seemed to spread like wildfire, especially since you all lived in such close-contact with each other.

“Yeah, it’s been rough. Even Rodgers is down, we had to explain that cold ‘remedies’ from the 40’s weren’t exactly scientifically accurate after he tried convincing us to ‘take a good ol’ fashioned bit of whiskey’ to feel better.”

You let yourself chuckle at that, remembering how Steve first reacted to seeing a bottle of DayQuil.

While you loved catching up with Clint, you couldn’t help but miss the presence of two very special people and you found yourself asking, “Have you seen Nat or Wanda anywhere?”

Clint thought for a second, “I think they’re still up in their room, last I heard neither of them were feeling too good either so they’re probably still in bed trying to sleep this crap off.”

“Both of them?” You asked, slightly taken aback. The pair of them never got sick often, Nat had a great immune system and whenever someone was sick Wanda was always the one to go round wiping down surfaces with anti-bacterial wipes, meaning neither of them got sick that often even if there was something going round.

“Yeah, I don’t think Wanda’s excellent wet-wiping skills were enough to save her this time,” Clint sniffled lightheartly but he must’ve picked up on your anxious expression as he soon came over and gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, “I'm sure they’ll both be okay, go on, go and see them.”

You nodded, sending him a grateful smile, “Thanks Clint, hope you enjoy your bacon!” You called as you left the kitchen, setting off in the direction of your room.

It was only a quick walk to your room, as you approached the door you made sure to open it quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone inside. As light floods into the room the sight before you weren’t exactly what you were expecting.

On one side of the bed is a bundle of blankets, the main duvet and many other blankets are all tightly huddled around a shivering auburn-haired woman, only the top of her head poking out from within. In juxtaposition to this, Natasha was laid next to her on the bare mattress wearing her favourite sports bra and one of your pairs of silk shorts.

“Y/N?” Natasha mumbled as she lifted her head from the pillow. Her poor voice sounded so unbelievably hoarse.

“Hi baby, a little birdie told me you weren’t feeling too well.” You sympathised as you let the bags you had been carrying fall to the floor. To your surprise Nat pulled herself up and out of the bed and shakily padded towards you.

She’d almost reached you before swaying drastically, as she seemed to lose her balance. Luckily, you’d seen this coming and managed to catch her in your arms, wrapping one around her waist to support her closely, “Easy there, let’s get you back in bed sweetie.”

“Mm thanks,” Natasha whispered, letting you guide her back to the bed, “It’s been a while since I was this sick. My body feels all weak.”

“That bad, huh?”

To answer your question, Wanda let out a wet cough and curled herself further into her ball of blankets, the sound of which led you to go back over to your bag and taking one of the water bottles you had stored in there before placing it on the nightstand next to her, “You okay in there sweetheart?” You spoke down into her hair, pressing a small kiss to the exposed part of her forehead.

"Mmh, my body feels like it's been hit with a truck,” She sniffles as a shiver runs down her spine the feeling of your lips brush against her skin. Wanda tries to smile up at you, but there's so little strength left in her, she has trouble lifting her face from the blankets.

“Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” Hh-Hh’tshiew!”

You looked over to see Nat sniffling thickly as she rubbed her nose against her wrist and judging from the overflowing trash can and empty tissue box next to her side of the bed, it becomes obvious that she’s going to need some more.

“Bless Natty, you want me to get you some tissues?” You cooed, as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your hand down her cheeks to move back the loose strands of hair which had fallen infront of her face, not missing the heat which radiated from her, “You feel abit feverish sweetie, have you taken your temp’ recently?

Natasha shook her head, “I took Wanda’s earlier, it was 38.6 but I haven't taken mine.”

“Awh sweetie, that’s so amazing of you to take Wanda’s but just remember that you need to look after yourself too,” You smiled, as you kissed her warm cheek, “Settle back down and I’ll go find the thermometer.”

“Hh-iishiew!”

“Bless you! I’ll get you those tissues too.”

Finding both items was easy, Nat had left the thermometer on the sink in your bathroom and a supply closet a little further down the hallway was always stocked with plenty of tissues. Coming back to the room, you placed the fresh tissue box in Natasha’s lap and shuffled up onto the bed, nesting yourself between the two women. You took Nat’s temperature first, mainly because she was the one clinging to your side and to no-one's surprise, she did have a fever.

“Wands? I need you to come out of your little blanket bundle for me sweetheart.” You coaxed her, not wanting her brain to melt inside of her head. Even if she felt freezing, you were positively sure that she was running still a fever.

Your suspicions were proven correct when she eventually wiggled herself free of the blankets to let you check her temp. Wanda coughed again as you helped her sit up, sneaking a hand down her shirt to rub small comforting circling along her back.

“You should drink some of that water baby, it’ll help.” You soothed, Wanda took your advice and took careful sips of the water. Giving a tired yawn once she’d finished, she took the opportunity to lay herself over you, resting her head on your chest.

“Comfy?” You smiled to yourself once she’d settled back down but you soon felt Nat cuddle further into your side, shuffling up so her head would rest alongside Wanda’s, the two women contently cuddling into you, craving your touch.

“I missed you.” Wanda admitted

"Missed you too, Wands" Your heartbeat quickening as the woman snuggles herself into your body. A small yawn escapes you as the two women lay in your arms. The bed creaked as you gently shifted your body, tucking in Natasha with a light arm around her shoulders, “I missed both of you.”

Nat went to mumble something only both she and Wanda sneezed simultaneously instead, earning a small noise of amusement from the red-headed spy.

"Hh-hetschioo!"

"Eiiishiew!"

“Oh, bless you, bless you! Aw, my poor sweet girls, how on earth did you both get so sick, hm?” You sighed as Wanda sneezed down in her blankets again, and surprisingly she didn’t make a fuss when you reached across to grab a tissue to wipe her nose with, “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you feel so icky.”

“Tony can't keep his gross germs to himself.” Natasha sniffled, vowing that once she was better, she’d be going over to his lab to lecture him about proper hygiene.

“Well Tony should be very afraid then.” You smirked, knowing Natasha fully intended to give the man a piece of her mind once she felt well enough but for now, she was thankful that you were here to hold her

“How about you two try and get some sleep, I bet that’d help a little.” You smiled, pressing soft kisses to their warm foreheads as they settled down. A comfortable silence settled around the three of them in the dimly lit bedroom. Their chests rise and fall with each breath as they drifted off to sleep.

Sure, you had tons of paperwork and a mission report that you should’ve been doing but that could wait. Being there to cuddle your sick girlfriends was the only true thing that mattered.

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“So?” Bucky asked “Would you like to come down for breakfast or do you want me to bring something up for you?”

“I really should try and make an effort” you smiled.

After you had dressed Bucky held out his arm “Ready?” he asked.

“Not at all” you stated, grabbing his elbow and letting him lead you down to the kitchen.

As you approached the kitchen you could hear the voices coming from within. You felt your breath catch in your throat and you stopped.

“Hey, we don't have to do this “Bucky tried to comfort you.

“I want to” you replied “I need to” you tried to calm your breathing.

As you entered the room Wanda exclaimed “Y/n thank goodness you’re here I could do with the help “

“You don't have to go “Bucky whispered.

“It’s okay” You squeezed his arm gently, but if I scratch the tip of my nose you better come save me” you whispered as you walked away, and all he could do was chuckle as you walked away.

As you walked towards Wanda she hugged you tightly “Making pancakes for this lot is exhausting she laughed “ but I wouldn’t have it any other way” She smiled.

“You do this every day?” you asked in disbelief.

“Oh no” she laughed “Twice a month, we try and get together as a team and believe me that’s enough”

As you and Wanda worked together in the kitchen you glanced over to Bucky who seemed to be having some kind of disagreement with Steve. But your thoughts were cut off when Wanda examined “I think we have finally made enough for everyone” she smiled at you.

You helped her bring everything over to the table and the whole team settled down.

Bucky saved a seat between him and Steve and as he bit into a pancake he leaned into you “Doing okay doll?”

“I’m okay James,” you said lowly.

“You know y/n, these are some of the best pancakes I have had,” Steve said, making you blush.

“Thank you, Captain Rodgers,” you said quickly not entirely sure what was happening.

“Steve please” he smiled down at you.

As breakfast finished you felt overwhelmed and made your way to Wanda and Nat

“I’m so sorry, but I really need to go” you whispered.

They looked at you concerned and releasing your social battery had run low they shouted to the rest of the team, “Right, Wanda and Y/n made breakfast so everyone else is on cleaning duty” Then they each linked an arm and walked you to your room.

“I’m so sorry“ you began.

“Nope you don’t get to say that, you did such a great job today, it’s gonna take time“ Nat replied nudging you and smiling.

The three of you sat in your room chatting for a while, then came a knock on the door.

“Come in” Nat shouted.

Bucky cautiously opened the door, “Hey just wanted to make sure you were okay, but I see you in good hands” As he went to leave Wanda shouted to him “Hey Buck, Nat and I have some things to do you want to sit with our girl here”

he looked at you looking for reassurance. When you nodded and smiled at him, he quickly replied “Of course” his eyes never leaving yours, matching your smile.

Nat nudged you and laughed “We are so talking about this later”

When they left he plopped himself down on your bed “So what we watching doll?”

“I’m thinking Jason and the Argonauts “ you replied “What do you think?”

“Perfect” he answered and lay on the bed beside you.

As you settled in a knock came at the door and you looked at Bucky surprised.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Steve” came the answer and Bucky groaned “What do you want punk?”

“James” you scolded”

Steve opened the door showing a bottle of wine and a few glasses “I heard you were watching a movie thought I could bring refreshments”

“Of course” you smiled and he made himself comfortable on the bed handing you each a glass.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“What do you mean, Are we sure what?” Steve asked looking very confused.

You lowered your head, realising what you had done.

“I’m sorry” you replied quietly “just habit I guess” hoping they wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Doll, what is it?” Bucky softly asked squeezing your thigh lightly “You can tell us.”

“I just always needed permission to drink alcohol,” you said feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Well you don’t need permission from us” Steve replied trying to make you feel better but you could tell there was an underlying hint of anger there.

“Sorry,” you replied, annoyed you had made him angry.

“Y/n we could never understand what you went through or what John did to you but we never want you to apologise to us just for asking a question, Am I clear?”

“Yes Captain Rodgers” you nodded lightly.

Steve leaned down so he could whisper in your ear “You know Y/n if you keep calling me Captain Rodgers I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next” he smiled mischievously at you. All you could do was swallow and nod and let your imagination decide what he meant.

Steve sat up “ Right are we ready to watch this movie and he poured the wine into the glasses.

“Thank you Steve this is very sweet” you smiled up at him.

“No problem at all princess “ he replied squeezing himself up against your side making you very aware you were now trapped between the two men..... WAS IT ALWAYS THIS HOT IN THE ROOM.

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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Cause I have yet to find a fic with this topic, how about one where it takes where no Civil War happened and everyone is still one big happy (chaotic and world saving) family, and the team hears about Rogers the Musical so they go to see it, thinking it won’t be bad….but oh were they in for a surprise. The OG 6 are just reacting like Clint did in the series, meanwhile Sam, Bucky, Wanda, and Reader are just laughing their asses off and teasing them. And can it be Natasha Romanoff x avenger reader? Just some good ole Avenger Family bonding with Nat and R being a cute couple!

Rogers: The Musical || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: The best Musical around mentioned. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3415 words.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request anon, I really appreciate it! This definitely needs to be a ‘What If’ episode concept lol. I hope you all enjoy! Please note this is an au so some character’s behaviours may be different to what is expected.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Rogers: The Musical: Natasha Romanoff-

“I’m so bored, there’s nothing to do,” Wanda says exasperatedly as she flops herself down onto the couch opposite you.

You release a sigh in agreement with her as you place your phone down onto the coffee table in front of you, “I know right, we don’t even have any missions coming up to prepare for.”

Wanda hums in acknowledgment, “Should we watch some TV?”

You nod as you settle yourself further into your chair to get more comfortable; facing the TV screen.

Wanda uses a flick of her magic to grab the TV remote from the cabinet holding the TV system.

Once she switches it on a familiar phrase that you’ve all heard countless times on missions blasts through the speakers.

‘I Can Do This All Day!”

You and Wanda look towards each other in surprise as the screen is filled with what you could convince yourself as Steve Rogers’ double, dancing across a stage.

‘Rogers: The Musical!

The critically acclaimed show that’s taking NYC by storm.

Watch as your favourite Avengers come to life onstage at the Tony Award winning, Richard Rodgers Theatre.

With ‘I Can Do This All Day’ as their classic, hit musical single.

Rogers: The Musical, for tickets visit RichardRodgers.org’

As the commercial comes to an end, you can’t help but allow your mouth to hang open in utter shock- they made a musical about the Avengers!?

“I-I’m speechless, never did I think I would see Clint doing the splits on TV.” Wanda says as she looks over at you.

You can’t help but laugh in response; allowing a plan to form in your head, “Hey, the team hasn’t had a proper get together for a few weeks now.” You let out as you slowly bring yourself out of your chair to face Wanda.

Wanda becomes intrigued, “I think I like where this is going.”

“Well, I think we should all have a family-friendly night out at the theatre, what do you say?” You mischievously smile, knowing a few team members in particular won’t be best pleased with the musical of choice.

Wanda nods her head enthusiastically, “Let’s go ask the team!”

You both sprint to the meeting room, where most of the team members are finishing up some of their own mission reports that are due in for the coming week.

You instantly greet the members present before quickly making your way to your girlfriend- knowing she’ll be the hardest to convince.

“Hey, my love.” You speak in a sweet tone, hugging Natasha from behind, whilst she is sat on her chair.

Natasha turns around to smile sweetly at you, dragging you over to sit on her lap, “Hello detka, what are you doing in here? I thought you were relaxing.”

You snuggle into Natasha, “I was, but me and Wanda wanted to know if you guys wanted to go and see a show tonight?”

The rest of the team turn their attention away from their tasks.

“What kind of show?” Steve questions as he moves his papers aside to rest his arms on the desk in front of him.

“Oh, just some musical. It’s relatively new.” Wanda attempts to fill in Steve’s question without giving too much away.

“A musical, really? Why would we want to go to a musical?” Sam asks as he looks between you and Wanda in confusion.

“Trust me Sam, you’re going to love it.” You widen your eyes slightly to signal for Sam to go along with it- something the two of you made up for opportune pranking moments.

Sam releases a silent ‘ah’ before adding, “Oh yeah, cool, I’m up for that.” Sporting his signature, mischievous smirk on for effect.

Tony looks at you sceptically, “What are you up to y/l/n?”

You open your mouth in mock offence, “Me? Why, I just want our loving team to hang out and have fun. Is that a crime, Stark?”

Tony rolls his eyes at your antics, “What do you think Widow?”

You lift your gaze to Natasha, “Hmm, I don’t know. It doesn’t really sound like our thing.”

You pout at Natasha, “We’ll never know if we don’t try.” You say trying to convince her to agree to the show.

Natasha kisses your pout away, “Okay, I guess we aren’t doing anything else so yes, I want to go.”

You instantly snuggle back into Natasha with a smile, as she carries on annotating her mission report.

“I think it’s a great idea, we’ve all been so busy lately it will be nice to hang out together.” Steve says as he picks up his papers and drops them into the box ready to be delivered to Fury himself.

“I’m coming, but only if I get to pick where we eat afterwards.” Tony says as he leans back in his chair and places his feet on the table.

“Agreed, Clint, Bruce can you two make it?” Wanda asks.

They both nod in agreement, “I’m down, it beats sitting around doing nothing.” Clint says as he twirls his pen around in his fingers.

“I guess I can get some time away from the lab.” Bruce says as he swipes across on his device, viewing various test results.

“Perfect, I’ll ask Thor later on but I’ll book the tickets for let’s say the 7pm showing?” You ask the group, receiving multiple nods.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that new musical about Ste-“ Bucky starts to question until Wanda interrupts him.

“Step in time? No you’re thinking about Mary Poppins, that’s not the one we were thinking of watching.” You give Wanda an amused smirk at her excuse, causing her to glare over at you.

Bucky looks between the two of you puzzled, until Sam tells him to ‘just go with it’, knowing you and Wanda will explain your plan to them in good time.

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“What musical are we seeing again, detka?.” Natasha questions as you both make your way through the crowds of the busy streets of New York to catch up with the team.

Once you make it through the wave of people, you grab Natasha’s hand and start to gently swing it back and forth, “It’s a surprise, I think you’ll love it.”

Natasha gives you her signature smirk, “Oh yes, because I am Broadway's number one fan.” Natasha sarcastically replies.

You playfully smack her arm, earning a laugh from the red head, “No, but seriously what is it-“

Before Natasha can finish her question, you hear Tony shouting, “Rogers The Musical?!” Having seen the huge yellow, flashing poster decorating the front of the Richard Rodgers Theatre.

The whole team looks at each other in surprise, causing you and Wanda to smile victoriously.

“Since, uh when?” Thor lets out, pointing his finger up for dramatic effect.

You put your hands up in defeat, “Okay, okay so Wanda and I saw the commercial for the show and we couldn’t resist. In our defence, it did look rather entertaining.” You say in an attempt to defend the choice of show.

To your surprise, everyone looks quite excited.

“Well, what are we waiting for, let’s get this show on the road people!” Clint says as he leads the team to the theatre entrance.

Steve walks up alongside you to place a hand on your shoulder, “Thanks y/n, I’m sure it will be a great show.”

You smile at Steve appreciatively before Bucky walks over to drag him away, “Come on old man, you can’t keep your fans waiting.” Steve playfully fights Bucky to the doors of the theatre.

Just as you’re about to resume walking you feel a hand tug you back by your arm, causing you to look back, “Was this your plan all along?” Natasha asks with a hint of amusement.

You bite your lip in thought, “Hmm, most definitely, yes.”

Natasha shakes her head as she puts her arm around you and leads you across the sidewalk, “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now come on before I freeze my ass off.”

You pull Natasha closer as you pick up the pace to catch up with the team, genuinely curious as to what the show beholds for you and the Avengers.

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The theatre is absolutely packed, clearly it wasn’t just you and Wanda who had the idea to organise a family day out to Rogers The Musical.

Luckily for the team, you managed to get seats right in the middle of the bottom set of seats; giving you all a perfect view of the stage and the entertainment you are about to witness.

You side-step through the gaps between the seats, scanning each letter and number combination assigned to each one to determine which seats are yours.

Once you finally make it to them, you all settle down into the cushioned seats to get comfortable.

You’re sat in between Natasha and Sam, as the rest of the team fill up the remaining spaces in your row; with Bucky and Thor on each opposing end.

You attempt to drown out the random chatter surrounding you so you can listen to what your team is saying as you wait for the show to start.

Tony picks up his complimentary show programme given to him at the door upon arrival, scanning it in displeasure, “Here’s something I don’t get, why is it not called ‘Stark The Musical’?” He asks in a serious tone.

You shake your head as you reach into your bag to grab a bottle of water you brought from the tower, to take a sip. Just as you bring the bottle to your lips, Natasha decides to reply to Tony’s question, “Because then no one would come and see it.”

The water doesn’t even have a chance to run down your throat before it is sent flying out of your mouth in shock response to Natasha’s brutal remark.

You let out a few coughs to compose yourself, causing Natasha to pat at your back soothingly; unfortunately for you, when you look back up in front of you a very disgruntled man is glaring at you, having been sprayed by your water outburst.

You’re about to apologise until the look of pure horror crosses his face and causes him to turn back around. You raise your eyes in suspicion until you look beside you and see Natasha sending her unnerving Black Widow scowl towards the man- ultimately frightening him from going off on you.

You rub at her cheek, causing Natasha to instantly relax and lean into your hand, “Play nice, my love.” You say, earning an eye roll from Natasha.

“You’re no fun.” She says as she grabs your hand from her face and links her fingers through yours.

Just as you’re about to respond the lights around you dim, signalling that the show is about to begin. That and the constant shushing Sam is letting out to everyone that still dares to speak.

The show’s logo of Captain America’s silhouette shines vividly on the stage’s curtains. Until the curtains start to open, revealing quite an impressive ensemble on stage.

There stands ‘Captain America’, center stage, surrounded by some of his most trusted allies.

Sam leans over to you and whispers, “This should be good.” Causing you to give him a playful smile.

Oh how you were all in for a treat.

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You don’t know how long it has been, but you’re enjoying every single minute of it.

The costumes, the dancing, the songs, it’s everything you could have hoped for to use as a way to tease your closest friends and girlfriend.

Throughout the duration of the show, everyone except you, Sam, Wanda and Bucky have slowly slouched further and further into their chairs. In hopes that they’d be swallowed whole by them to escape the embarrassment of seeing versions of themselves prancing around on stage.

You’ve long gone past the point of holding in your laughter, at this point Wanda, Sam, Bucky and yourself have matching red faces; with tears streaming down your cheeks. One line after another sends you into fits of laughter.

Just when you thought you could pull yourself together the show graces you with another gem of a line.

‘Captain America’s strong, and that Thor is a God; and lord knows they’re easy on the eyes.’

This causes Sam to clutch his side in pain from his continued laughter; Bucky is laughing into his clothing in an attempt to muffle the noises; Wanda is biting her lip trying to stop herself from laughing whilst being sat next to Steve himself.

As for you, you don’t even dare to look to the side of you, practically feeling Natasha’s glare burning into the side of your head.

To make matters worse, the Black Widow solo is coming up, and if you laugh you’ll probably be sleeping on the couch tonight.

The ‘Black Widow’ actress shows off her range of impressive tricks, attempting to finish off with some kicks and twirls around the stage.

You lean to Natasha, “You know, I still think your twirls are better.”

Natasha faces you with an unamused expression, “I’ll show you how much better my kicks are too if you laugh again detka.”

You pout until Natasha displays a smirk; knowing full well you’re just teasing her. She leans into you to resume watching the chaos unfold on the stage.

You take a moment to see how the others are doing: Tony is using his coat to shield himself from the audience surrounding him, desperate to escape recognition; Bruce is cringing furiously as the ‘Hulk’ pirouettes and smashes around the stage; Thor is asleep in his chair, which is entirely expected from him; Clint is watching the stage as though he doesn’t even know what is going on- to which he’s not alone on that one and finally Steve is resting his face on his hand, attempting to not cringe at the way ‘Captain America’ is leading the vocals with his iconic phrase.

You briefly hear Bucky excuse himself to use the restroom, most likely to beat the busy crowds that will surge that way once the show has finished.

Your limits are tested to the ultimate max when the next scene unfolds of ‘Hawkeye’ marching his way down some stairs very enthusiastically along to the lines of, ‘Hawkeye hit the bullseye, there’s no better shot than you!’

Wanda is the first to break on that one, receiving a disappointed side glance from Clint, “He’s ruining my image, I’m not supposed to be that happy.” Clint says in response.

“Clint, I think it’s safe to say all of our images have been ruined.” Natasha says as she attempts to hide her own amusement at her best friend’s displeasure.

“Tony you’ve got nukes to catch, be careful not to crash!” Sam mockingly sings towards Tony.

Tony removes his coat to lean forward and address Sam, not caring about those surrounding him, “Wilson, if you carry on you’ll be walking home.”

Sam laughs more, “Stark, it would be completely worth it.”

You playfully roll your eyes, knowing Sam is in his element.

Your attention is snapped back towards the stage when you see ‘Hulk’ in the middle with a prop concrete block; being surrounded by his team chanting ‘Hulk, you know what the magic word is.’

This creates the perfect opportunity for you and Wanda to join in the chant, causing Bruce to smile in awkwardness until he finally mumbles ‘smash’ along with the song, allowing you to release little cheers at his co-operation to join in.

Much to your dismay, the song is drawn to a close as ‘Captain America’ sings his final dose of the classic line of ‘I Can Do This All Day!’

Once the music stops and the lights shine brightly above the audience, you; Sam and Wanda instantly jump to your feet, applauding the show.

Wanda releases some whistles of approval, whilst Sam chants ‘encore’, causing Steve to quickly escort him out, not wanting to hear the performance for a second time.

You laugh as you gather your belongings, reaching out for Natasha’s hand in the process. When she doesn’t take it, you look towards her to see her displaying a displeased look and her arms folded across her chest.

You let out a nervous laughter, “I’m sorry?”

She squints her eyes before grabbing your hand and pulling you forwards with her, “I bet you are y/n.”

You wait to the side as you see Tony attempting to wake up a sleeping Thor, causing Bruce to become involved when the God of Thunder ignores their efforts.

Clint walks up to you and Natasha, “That was the worst thing I have ever seen.”

You bite your lip furiously to hold in your laughter.

“Well there’s no better shot than you and all.” Natasha says teasingly causing you both to share a laugh.

“You’re officially off my Christmas list, the both of you.” He says as he walks towards the others.

Natasha shrugs her shoulders as you both walk in the same direction, leaving Tony and Bruce to their task.

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“What took you so long Buck, you missed the best bits of the show.” Sam says as he walks up to Bucky who opted to wait outside once the show had come to an end.

“Somehow I really doubt that. Anyway, I saw the merchandise stand and talked to the woman and she gave me all this stuff for us to remember such an awesome show.” Bucky sarcastically lets out as he roots through his bag of merchandise.

“Wait, don’t they close them up until way after the show?” Clint says as he walks over curiously to see what was in the bag.

Bucky just continues to roam through his stuff, “Yeah well I used my charm, here I got you a keyring.”

Clint takes the keyring from Bucky, admiring his signature purple hero symbol, “Thanks, man I actually appreciate it.”

Bucky starts to distribute the merchandise accordingly, “When Stark gets here I got him a ‘I love Steve Rogers’ cup for his lab.”

The team laughs at the mug, “Finally, the truth is being acknowledged.” Steve jokes as Tony walks out of the theatre, looking at you all confused from your sudden laughter at his presence.

“Oh and y/n, I got you this t-shirt.” Bucky throws a black t-shirt your way, causing you to let go of Natasha to catch it.

Once you hold it out in front you smile, “Thank you Bucky, I’ll wear it every day.”

Natasha moves to see what it says, and smiles proudly when she reads, ‘I love Black Widow.’

She brings you into a hug and whispers into your ear, “You’re damn right you do.”

You give her a quick kiss in response as the team starts to head down the street, now having Thor up and ready to go.

“Okay, since you horrible individuals made me endure that show, I’m voting that we all go for cheeseburgers as compensation,” Tony says as he turns to address the group.

“Stark, it was your turn to pick anyway, anywhere is fine.” Wanda replies as she admires and wears her new blanket with the Avengers symbol on it that Bucky gifted to her to protect her from the December chill.

“Do I dare ask what we all thought of the show?” Steve asks.

“Absolutely brilliant, definitely worth seeing the look on all of your faces.” You say as you attempt to tease the group.

“You are just jealous that you didn’t have a part to play in that fine play.” Thor says as he follows close behind the group.

You turn to face him, “How would you know, you slept right through it.”

“He actually fell asleep even before it started.” Bruce adds, causing Thor to smile in pride, having escaped the responsibility of watching the show.

“I actually have a complaint. How come Scott Lang made it to the on-stage team, yet we didn’t?” Sam questions as he gestures to you, Wanda, Bucky and himself.

“Maybe because Scott wouldn’t make fun of his dear friends in their time of embarrassment.” Tony inputs.

You all stare at each other in thought, “No, that’s definitely not it.” Wanda says.

“Maybe because he can ‘do this all day’!” Bucky shouts out, causing you, Wanda and Sam to join in; attempting to dance around the streets and mimic the show.

“Can we kick them off the team?” Tony asks the others.

“No, we wouldn’t trade them for the world, no matter how annoying they are.” Natasha says as she watches you attempting to replicate all the Black Widow moves from the show.

She knows for a fact she wouldn’t trade you for the world, even if you do have the worst dance moves in New York.

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zaphffayrkunialofphinsfable · 4 months

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my fictional band JFKFC's biggest influences

(they are ranked from biggest to smallest but the ones at the bottom are still very important)

Bob Dylan

The Beatles

The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Aretha Franklin

Chuck Berry

Buddy Holly

Elvis Presley

Led Zeppelin

Carl Perkins

Little Richard

Fats Domino

Gene Vincent

Lonnie Donegan

Phil Spector

Ravi Shankar

Roy Orbison

The Isley Brothers

The Everly Brothers

Arthur Alexander

Eddie Cochran

Smokey Robinson

Larry Williams

The Shirelles

The Supremes

Little Willie John

The Marvelettes

The Shadows

Bill Haley

Buck Owens

Jerry Lee Lewis

Johnny Kidd & The Pirates

Bo Diddley

The Band

King Curtis

Carole King

Slim Whitman

Billie Holiday

Clara Ward

Dinah Washington

Mahalia Jackson

Ruth Brown

Sam Cooke

Sarah Vaughan

Big Maybelle

Sister Rosetta Tharpe

Willie Mae Ford Smith

Wynona Carr

Bessie Smith

Dorothy Love Coates

Ella Fitzgerald

Esther Phillips

James Cleveland

Johnny Ace

LaVern Baker

Ma Rainey

Nat King Cole

Nina Simone

Arizona Dranes

Blind Lemon Jefferson

Dave Van Ronk

Hank Williams

Rev. Gary Davis

Woody Guthrie

Allen Ginsberg

Bill Monroe

Blind Willie McTell

Cisco Houston

Hary Smith

Jimmie Rodgers

Leadbelly

Johnny Cash

Little Richard

Mississippi John Hurt

Odessa

Pete Seeger

Ramblin’ Jack Elliott

Bascom Lamar Lunsford

Clarence Ashley

Dock Boggs

Jesse Fuller

Robert Johnson

John Jacob Niles

Lefty Frizzell

The Carter Family

Victoria Spivey

Alan Lomax

Doc Primus

Doc Watson

Mississippi Sheiks

The Weavers

Roscoe Holcomb

George Gershwin

Percy Mayfield

Blind Boy Fuller

Josephine Baker

Frank Hutchison

Ewan MacColl

Billy Lee Riley

B.B. King

John Coltrane

The Yardbirds

Little Richard

Howlin’ Wolf

Muddy Waters

Cream

T-Bone Walker

The Impressions

Buddy Guy

Elmore James

Freddie King

Hubert Sumlin

Little Walter

Jimmy Reed

Lonnie Mack

Albert Collins

Bobby Womack

Curtis Mayfield

Earl Hooker

Esquerita

Johnny “Guitar” Watson

Ike Turner

Charley Patton

James Brown

Johnny Jenkins

Randy Hansen

Charlie Christian

Moby Grape

Fairport Convention

Otis Rush

Sonny Boy Williamson II

Willie Dixon

Anne Briggs

Bert Jansch

John Renbourn

The Creation

The Rolling Stones

Blind Willie Johnson

Davy Graham

Fleetwood Mac

James Cotton

Johnny Burnette

Memphis Minnie

Small Faces

Jake Holmes

Spirit

Tim Rose

Vanilla Fudge

#60s rock #60s #60s icons #60s elvis #1969 #1960s #1970 #sixties #50s elvis #1950s #1956 #1961 #70s music #70s #seventies #bob dylan #the beatles #jimi hendrix #aretha franklin #led zeppelin

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raralabelle1studios · 4 months

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After 2 years, I've finally completed Peach Creek High School. This is the school An, Edd n Eddy goes to since they're at a highschool age.

Like the college in SMG4 has clubs to choose from, Peach Creek High School has clubs for them to take interest in, however, history, social studies, math, science, P.E., and art are all required classes.

Many American highschools have grades 9-12, I decided that this School has grades 7-12. Why? I tried to figure out which school system to choose because for some reason, I keep thinking about Jonny and the others, so I thought like "screw it!" and make it an American highschool that has an Australian School system.

However, there are characters like Sarah, Jimmy, Edgar, Anna-Bella, and Emmalie that also take this school too. Probably for clubs they're interested in before going back to elementary school.

Clubs:

•Art club (required class)

•Orchestra club

•Band club

•Jazz club

•Book club

•Crafts, Design, and Fashion club

•Technology club

•Drama club

•Knitting club

•Language club (There are many language clubs depending on language.)

•Work Experience club

•Woodwork and construction club

•Writer's club

•Cooking club

•Sports clubs (American Football, soccer, hockey, baseball, basketball, tennis, volleyball, and badminton)

•Dance/ballerina club

•Cheerleading club

Students:

Edd

Eddy

Edna

Nat

Chelsea

Kylie

Bella

Bonnie Bo Peep

Karen

Nazz

Rolf

Deirdre

Edweena

Ezeke

Tyler

Nate

Jonny 2x4 & Plank

Willa & Peanut

Trevor

Hayley

Buddy

Club students:

Sarah

Jimmy

Amy

Trent

Sammy

Edgar

Anna-Bella

Emmalie

Rodger

Kelly

Molly

Sandy

Teachers (as of Smile for the Ed X-Treme):

Mrs. Espinoza

Mr. Barnsley

Mr. Twiddles

Mascot: Rough Collie

Fact: Someone has a pet collie that actually walks around school and greets everyone.

Note: Some classrooms will be reused from Ed, Edd n Eddy concepts.

#an edd n eddy #ed edd n eddy #peach creek #peach creek high school

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septembersghost · 9 months

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it cannot be underestimated, nor understated, what a tremendous loss tony bennett is, even at the age of 96, because he truly stood as the last of the great crooners, the sensational singers of the great american songbook. those standards, written by such illustrious composers as the gershwins, cole porter, irving berlin, rodgers and hart, jerome kern, johnny mercer, et al, and the voices who sang them - frank sinatra, dean martin, nat king cole, ella fitzgerald, judy garland, peggy lee, andy williams, johnny mathis (who is still with us), the list goes on - were an indelible part of the culture, and shaped popular music, and indeed music history, in a way that we simply will never see again. their like no longer exists, and as irreplaceable as the jazz standards are, the songs that everyone once knew, sophisticated and yet always accessible, complex and yet a joy to sing, are being lost to time, less preserved as scintillating and alive and more relegated as museum pieces, which breaks my heart. lady gaga working with tony so beautifully brought some of that music back to the zeitgeist, but there's a real sense of lack of preservation as to what that music means culturally. it is an essential musical heritage, part of the fabric that all pop was built upon. "legend" is tossed around a lot, but that is what they all were, legendary. tony was one of its best interpreters, and we were so blessed to have him for as long as we did, for his embrace of younger artists that did keep that music vibrant and fresh, for the legacy he leaves. i really do pray that as time goes by (you must remember this...), that music is passed down somehow, that those golden refrains are still heard.

#tony bennett #knew this was coming but i am so so sad #thinking about gaga too because of how much he meant to her 😔❤#the songbook is truly so cherished and close to my heart and the most “home” in music to me no matter what #and i just want it to be loved and remembered #bubble wrap around my heart #music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent #may his memory be a blessing

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In honor of 6 years of Infinity War and 5 years of Endgame, it's time....

It's FINALLY time for my back-to-back rewatch. I did some digging and I haven't watched Infinity War since May 2021, and I haven't watched Endgame since DECEMBER 2019. WHAT THE HELL???

So, yeah watch this space!!

Infinity War Rewatch

Gawd, I don't know if the beginning it going to hurt more or less knowing what happens to Loki....

They did Heimdall so dirty idc

MY BABYGIRL 😭😭😭 (OG Loki)

Loki saying "We have a hulk" means so much to meeee 😭

"IF I MIGHT INTERJECT" BITCH YOU MIGHT HAVE LIVED!!!

The fact that Thor's last words to Loki were "You really are the worst, Brother" probably haunted Thor for so long, and that HURTS.

I will say one of the best things to come out of the Loki series is that all the theories we had about Loki faking his death and actually being alive were actually validated! Yes, Sacred Timeline Loki died, but there was a version that tricked Thanos and lived.

Tony said "no more surprises" to Pepper and then he was in space for weeks/months (can't remember exactly) and came back nearly dead - You get why he fucked off for 5 years.

THE STANNER HUG, PEOPLE DIED.

Tony and Cap "we're not on speaking terms" but he apparently carried the flip phone everywhere for two years? 🥲

STAN LEE 😭😭 We miss you sir.

I wonder if Chris Pratt's downfall actually started with Peter Quill screwing up everything in this movie 😭🤣

I will say, I really enjoy that at least the beginning of IW has a lot of comic relief. I feel like Endgame was more serious overall.

Man I can't remember, how did any of the Asgardians survive Thanos' attack?

BEARDED CAP - THE SEXIEST A MAN HAS EVER LOOKED!!

NATASHA ROMANOFF I LOVE YOU!

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" I love you Bruce.

The couple parallels? Stange+Stark and Thor+Quill with battling egos, Quill+Gamora and Wanda+Vision both trying to self-sacrifice with the other not wanting to give them up.

Chris H truly gave such a great performance as heartbroken Thor 🥺

"Does it have a name?" "Stormbreaker." "It's a bit much."

"Kick names, take ass."

The gasp when Red Skull came back!!

Cap says we're going "home" but Sam implies that they haven't been to Wakanda. For Cap, "home" meant Bucky 🥺

"SEMI-STABLE 100 YEAR OLD MAN" Buckkyyy

There's definitely something sweet about Bruce being in the Hulk Buster!

"It'll kill you." "Only if I die!" "Yes, that's what... killing you means...." NEVER NOT FUNNY

I mean, Strombreaker being made out of fucking Groot is pretty badass.

THOR'S ENTRANCE!!! BITCH HE LIVED!!!!

"She's not alone." I don't care if it's cringe, I love a girl power moment!! It shows how far we've come!! There no longer just has to be one girl superhero!!

Thor my golden boy, you were so close 😭😭😭

HERE IT COMES...... I'll never forget the gasps in the theater when everyone started dusting....

And now after watching GOTG3 it's so much worse that Groot goes in front of Rocket 😭

Tony and Nebula being the last survivors was inspired.

Me: What was the post credit scene again? Ohhhh yeahhhh, the Captain Marvel teaser! Of course.

And thats Infinity War! I'll be back tomorrow for Endgame! 🖤🖤

Endgame Rewatch

CLINT I MISSED YOU!!!

Lila could have been the next Hawkeye if she hadn't been dusted 🥲

Tony and Nebula 😭😭😭

Tony working with Nebula to save them mirroring Tony building Iron Man in the cave to save himself 😭

Steve Rodgers: From "language" to "son of a bitch" MY BOY HAS GROWN

GAY JOE RUSSO!!

Don't get me started on bringing back Peggy DON'T GET ME STARTED 😤

And DON'T get me started on the symbolism of Nat's hair!! In each movie, she has perfectly intentional hair. Except now that they've lost their mission, he lets her hair grow out. She can't let go of the blonde. The blonde that reminds her what they're fighting for. Of her failure, but also for the last time she saw everyone. The last time things were normal.

The rat being the savior of the universe!

Dad Tony 😭 I'm kinda surprised Morgan hasn't made another appearance yet. Maybe when she's a bit older...

Time Heist!!!

Remember when I was afraid that them traveling in time would mess up the timeline and make it so Morgan wasn't born? God that would've been rough.

I love that now the kids love Hulk though 🥹 "Dab!" He deserves this!!

Man, Pepper and Tony really love each other so much 🥺 Peper knew Tony might not make it back. But she also knew Tony wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try.

Oh no, how did I forget about Bruce and Rocket going to get Thor? 😭

The Russos were so sick for making Thor's trauma a joke. However I kinda understand why they did it because otherwise it would have been WAY too dark.

The amount of regret Clint must have felt after Nat died and he realized he could have spent the last five years with her and chose not to.

Scott being the only one invested in Thor's story 😭

The elevator scene!!! "Hail Hydra" everyone was GAGGED!!!

There goes my baby girl to meet the love of his life 🥹 (Loki stealing the cube)

Thor's smile when he gets Mjnolnir 🥹 "I'm still worthy." Yes you are ❤️

"Make love, not war!" ✌️

Ugh, the double Nebula thing is really annoying. I guess they had to do it to get Thanos in the mix but ehhh.

THE OG BIG THREE!!! And Thor's transformation with Mjnolnir and Stormbreaker! So badass!

When Strange signals ☝️ to Tony, is he saying Carol was their one chance to win, or was he just telling Tony, this is it?

The fact that Peter basically became an Avenger and then lost Tony in one day 😭

The fact that Chadwick was sick when they were filming these movies kills me 😥

Happy taking care of Morgan 😭😭

I still love that they brought Harley back 🥹

Bucky knew Steve wasn't gonna come back. He knew he was gonna choose Peggy over him 💔

"No, I don't think I will" - I wonder if they knew this line would become a meme hahaha

So, did past Steve and Peggy have kids? This feels like it could be a potential plot point.

MY FAVORITE END CREDITS!! I still tear up every time 🥺 The Original 6 just mean so much to me 😭

Also I noticed for Tom Hiddleston's clip they chose Prince Loki in his golden horns, not villain Loki. That's a nice touch. 💚

And there ends an era. Are there things that annoyed me? Yes, but overall I still feel like it was a solid ending for Tony and Cap (and Natasha but we got the Black Widow movie after).

#wheeeee #Endgame #Avengers Endgame #Infinity War #Avengers #Marvel #Avengers Era #MCU #Infinity War Rewatch #Endgame Rewatch #Infinity Saga #IW #Marvel rewatch #Marvel liveblog #Endgame liveblog #Infinity War liveblog

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bobattef · 1 year

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The Stand In:

“Are you freaking kidding me” you curse out loud.

“Everything ok Y/N?” a raspy voice comes from inside your ear.

“I don’t like this…one bit” you’re whispering now. Making sure no one else in the bathroom stalls can hear you.

“It’s just for a little while Y/N” comes another soothing voice.

“Yeah Y/N…stop pretending you don’t have the easier part to play in this” you can sense the acid of jealously on the tongue.

This may be easy for them but that’s because they are agents.

You’re not.

Just because your Dad was the Tony Stark, doesn’t mean you want to follow in his footsteps.

You wish for it to be like the good old days, when you just thought your Dad was a donor who walked out on you and your Mum when you were a baby but after her illness, she revealed to you who your true father was.

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist” was how the latest cover of Empire magazine called him.

You rolled your eyes in remembrance.

“You got it on yet Y/N??” Steve Rodger’s voice was so calming, you always liked him.

“If it even fits” comes the lizard tongue of Agent Hill.

You knew it was hurting her that they chose you as the decoy on the floor of the party over her.

She was far more skilled than you yes but after her run in with a few Hydra agents as of late, the team couldn’t risk one of them recognising her.

Not like they would, this was a masquerade party.

“It fits” you say back “Although a little tight in the chest area, but we can’t all be blessed there aye Hill?” you had to add in at the end.

You weren’t your fathers daughter for nothing.

You stuff the clothes you had on previously into the bin bag and shove it behind the toilet cistern.

Walking out from the cubicle you spot yourself in the mirror for the first time.

You weren’t kidding when you said the chest area was tight and you silently wish there was some sort of shawl you can cover with.

The dress clung to every curve you had, ones you didn’t really noticed you had.

You were more of a Tom boy growing up than a girly girl, rarely had your hair out of your braids and yet it was now flowing down your back.

The dark brown curls contrasting with the dark green of the dress.

Yes dress.

Always choosing combats or leggings and an oversized jumper this was totally out of your comfort zone.

You are made aware of the height difference between you and Agent Hill as the slit in the thigh area is a little too high for your liking.

Luckily you aren’t packing as your holster would be on full show right now!

But Steve said this was a spot and report mission, you wouldn’t have to show off your shooting skills tonight.

“Are you on the floor yet Y/N” Steve’s voice calms your nerves again.

You’d be a fool if you didn’t admit you had a little crush on the Captain.

He was always so nice to you, since the day you pulled up on avengers campus.

He was the only one who told the others to let you speak, let you tell them about why you were there and who your dad was.

It went down like a lead balloon but he was always there, making sure you were ok whilst Banner did all his tests to prove you were of Stark DNA.

“I’ve got a visual” Natasha confirms in your ear. She was another one looking out for you, you were like the little sister she told you she lost.

“You’ll be fine” she said with a smile when the others told you this plan.

“You’re a Stark!”

You let out a long shaky breath, not realising you were holding it in.

Making your way to the bar, you thought you had the perfect excuse to grab a quick drink to settle your nerves.

“Steve…do you copy?” Nat repeats.

“Mmm” was the super soldiers reply, “I er,,,yeah, I have a visual too” he seems to be stuttering but you can’t think ‘why’ right now. Possibly for the fact that he could be finding out what happened to his long lost war buddy tonight? Or perhaps it’s Agent Hill’s choice of attire you’re in?

You pull your mask up slightly, taking a long sip from the drink the bartender handed you, no idea what it was called but the glass looked pretty.

In another time and place you’d be discreetly putting it into your bag to take home to show your mum.

She’d shake her head, weakly, at you. Not happy about the petty theft but will then admire your taste of pretty things.

You miss those little exchanges.

“Can you see the target Y/N?” Nat pulls you from your thoughts again.

“Negative” you answer. Surprised at your ‘agent talk’.

“Try moving away from the bar” Agent Hill snaps. “You’re not there to get drunk” she can’t help herself with sly digs.

You knock the rest of the drink back in retaliation. The bar tender raising his eyebrows at you but pours another.

You wink at him as you pull the mask back over your face and turn to face the room.

You know both Steve and Nat are watching you but you have no idea where they are. They’re good like that.

There are a few art pieces displayed across the far wall so you decide to walk over to have a scan of the room from that angle.

Tipping your glass to the tender as a thanks, you think about your poor legs aching tomorrow being in these damn heels!

You’re too focused on not snapping an ankle that you walk straight into a 6ft wall of a man.

Your drink tipping out over the floor, you can almost hear the eyeroll coming from Agent Hill.

“Ah shit sorry!” you mumble as you look up to your victim.

The man just tilts his head to the side, not saying a word. His eyes scan you up and down and you can’t tell if he’s man or robot to the lack of movement he makes from your impact.

You suddenly feel very vulnerable, he towers over you and being so close to him right now all you can take in is the pure size of him.

His shoulders are so broad, being accentuated by the body armour he is wearing.

A shimmer of metal catches your eye sight and they drop to his left arm.

*What an interesting outfit for a masquerade ball*

You think to yourself.

Then realisation hits you.

It’s that guy.

The one they call ‘Winter Soldier’

You don’t mean to gulp but the Winter Soldiers eyes drop down from your throat to your almost exposed chest and then back up to your line of sight.

“ты хорош?” His voice vibrates through him.

“Hmm?” you muster, lost in the moment.

He chuckles, “you good?” he says it in English this time, realising you probably don’t speak a word of Russian.

The silence in your ear right now is very loud.

You know both Steve and Nat can hear this exchange and have figured out not only have you possibly blown you cover, but you walked straight into the deadliest assassin of Hydra history.

They are probably praying to whatever gods are up there that you don’t falter.

“I’m good” you say and a follow with a smile.

You have no idea what expression is on his face, the mask he is wearing covers the bottom half of his face whilst yours covers the top.

You don’t seem to be keeping up an act, you should be scared of this man, the stories you’ve heard about him should make you want to run for the hills but you stay.

Finding yourself saying yes to his offer of a drink to replace the one you spilt, you watch him walk over to the bar.

“Y/N” Steve’s voice is so low yet so full of urgency. “Get out of there, now!”

“But, he’s just going to get me a dri…” you try not to sound disappointed.

“Abort now!” Nat’s voice is a little more louder.

“Leave the bag in the loos, just go to the exit” she sounds terrified for you. So why aren’t you feeling the same way.

The Winter Soldiers back is turned away from you, patiently waiting for the tender to pour you another drink.

You should walk, you should run really but your brain is in some sort of lag it seems.

Your legs seem to put you in gear before your brain agrees and you find yourself walking towards the main doors, trying not to run but walk as quickly as your Louboutin’s will allow you to.

Your heart starts to race as you close in on the stairs leading to the exit.

Knowing that either Steve or Nat or both of them are waiting the other side to get you gone.

You go to push the large handle of the door but feel a hand snake around the bottom of your back.

“Leaving already?” the low rumbled voice confirms to you what you already know.

You turn to see that his eyes are actually filled with a certain sadness.

“No, no, just wondering where the damn toilets are here” you giggle out, trying to cover your nerves.

“Come” the Winter Soldier says and guides you to the other side of the room, away from the exit, away from where Steve and Nat would be waiting for you.

You can practically hear the blood pumping in your ears right now.

Your legs are shaking and you’re not sure it’s entirely down to being stuffed into 4 inch heels for the first time in your 21 year life or because of the the way this man is gripping onto your waist so tightly.

You come to a stop outside the women’s restroom.

“Oh, thank you” you exhale out.

He just nods at you as you walk inside, not saying a word.

“Fuck! Steve…Nat…are you there?” you try not to be louder than a small whisper, having the tap running to hopefully shield any of your attempts to call them.

All you get back is static radio noise.

You glance at your surroundings, this wasn’t the bathroom from earlier on, this one is a little bit further away from the main room, down one possibly two floors? Perhaps too far away for signal.

You look up at your reflection in the mirror.

Now you’re scared.

You’re on your own.

Like the time you were in the hospital bathroom, staring at the same facial expression of yourself.

Upset, scared, alone, angry.

You didn’t have anyone now your Mum had sadly passed. No other family around, well that you knew of. You had no friends due to always making sure you were there for your mother in those last few weeks of life.

You remember the breathing exercises she taught you when things got a little too overwhelming and you manage to bring yourself back into the room.

*he probably isn’t even around, he doesn’t know who you are* you try to convince yourself.

But after stepping back out the door there he is. Waiting for you.

He’s sitting on one of the loungers there, it’s a huge piece of furniture but he makes it seem smaller.

His legs are spread as he’s leaned back against the wall.

You can see the thigh strap he has on with a blade attached to one side of his legs and gun inside his holster wrapped around the other.

His arms basically span the whole size of the lounger, his whole posture showing that he isn’t the prey.

He’s the hunter.

He has his gaze trained fully on you as you’re not sure wether to walk back up the stairs or over to him.

He can see you’re arguing internally with yourself so speaks first.

“Who are you hooked up to?” but his voice sends a crashing feeling around you.

You let out a nervous laugh, “huh?”

*feign your innocence!* a voice shouts in your head.

You’ve used your dumb little girl act to get yourself out of sticky situations before.

Nothing to this seriousness but worth a shot.

“Don’t play games with me” the Winter Soldier says sternly.

His voice doesn’t match his body language.

It’s so menacing whilst he looks so laid back.

“I can see your comms link in your left ear” he almost spits out. Annoyed at your sheer stupidity.

You’re stuck for words.

Where are the others??

Surely you being radio silent for this long sends an SOS out to them??

“Well??” he pushes.

Your head goes a hundred mph.

You look around you, there’s no one else here. You’ve been training for over a year with Agent Romanoff, could you fight your way out of this.

“Don’t think about running” his voice makes you set your eyes back to him.

“Do you not know who I am?” his accent hangs heavy on his words.

“Yeah…I er, I do” you don’t know why you’re answering him like you know what’s going on.

“And yet…you’re not, scared?” he tilts his head again at you, almost like trying to work out your body language.

“Oh I am” you say, surprised at the confidence that drips from your voice.

“You don’t act like it” he enquires.

“You let me lead you down here, to the basement area, away from your little friends” he speaks slowly as if you haven’t realised the level of danger you’re in.

“And” you take another big gulp “if you wanted to…you would have killed me by now” you push back at him.

Unsure wether he has decided on not killing you but you’re still stood here so you have a point.

He lets out a laugh and stands, taking his gun out of his thigh holster he points it at you.

“Who do you work for?” he asks you again.

You hitch a breath.

You should be crying, begging him not to shoot you but it was either the alcohol you had upstairs earlier or the feeling of having nothing to lose giving you extra confidence right now.

“Does it matter?” you ask him.

“Don’t make me ask you again” his voice sounds so cold right now as he steps closer to you.

You don’t a say a word.

Not because you don’t want to reveal the names of those who you are with but you know wether or not you tell this man the Avengers and S.H.E.I.L.D are behind this, you’re as good as dead either way.

“Urgh” he lets out an annoyed huff at you, stalking over to where you are frozen in fear he grabs you underneath your arm and pulls you into one of the fire exit doors.

Your legs and feet cry out as you get practically dragged behind this 6ft of muscle.

He comes to an abrupt stop and falling to his knees he slips off one of your shoes.

You’re taken a back as he swaps to the other side, sliding the shoe off so gently with his big gloved hands.

He tosses them to the side and carries on stalking down the corridors.

Your feet patter against the concrete of the floor, relieved at the coolness.

You start to hear screams coming from the floors above you alongside the familiar sounds of guns being fired and realise the winter soldier has probably been hearing this a little longer than you.

He kicks open the door into the kitchen area as he almost carries you now through the floor, making up as much space as he can with his strides.

You’re suddenly thrown into bright sunshine as your senses catch up with where you are being taken.

A huge black truck, definitely armoured, is parked out here as the Winter Soldier crouches down behind the front tyre, pulling you with him.

You’re suddenly very close to him. As he’s scanning the outside area, looking for someone.

You hear the faint sounds of the gun fire and continuous screaming coming from a distance now as you wonder just how far he has brought you away from the main room.

You just stare at him, as his gaze falls back down to meet yours, his free hand comes up to meet the side of your face.

You almost pull away but find yourself letting him run his hand up your cheek.

Your breathing starts to quicken but he almost snaps you out of it when you pulls your comm link from your ear, throwing it on the floor and then stomping on it.

“Get in” he tells you as he opens the car door.

You look at him surprised.

“Get…in!” he says loudly and almost shoves you towards the door.

You do as you’re told as he quickly climbs in after you, pushing you over to the passenger side as he turns the keys the engine roars to life and he slams a heavy boot on the accelerator.

Crashing though the gate leading to the back of the building he turns onto the main road, swerving this huge truck with ease as police cars come screaming towards him. A few officers lean out their windows, opening fire on the truck.

You instinctively bring your hands over your ears and pull yourself into a ball, not realising the bullets just ricocheting off the heavy armoured vehicle.

For something so big and heavy, this sure can fly.

You think to yourself as you race through the streets, avoiding every obstacle the Winter Soldier encounters.

You start to hear the noise of sirens fall behind as you dare to glance through the back window, your eyes agreeing with your ears as you can’t even spot any cop cars now.

You look ahead of you, the surrounding buildings and trees turning into a blur as you both race down another street, this time towards the harbour.

“Where are we going?” you say breaking the silence between you but the Winter Soldier just keeps his eyes forward, not answering you.

You pull up to a ship carrying containers in the dock.

A few men, wearing all back, machine guns in hands stand by the ships bridge.

“Who’s the girl?!” of them demands at the winter soldier as he pulls you out the truck and walks you over to the bridge.

“Hey!” he shouts now after getting ignored but you just stare up at the man that has you grasped tightly to himself. He’s face is showing no emotion as you clamber onboard.

He almost throws you into a small cabin upon the ship, not realising his strength sometimes.

“Stay here, don’t make a sound” he barks at you as he closes the door behind him. Locking it into place making the panic sink in.

You feel like crying.

You have no idea where you are or where you’re going.

Was Steve and Nat ok from back there, were they the reason for the screaming and shooting.

So many questions remain unanswered.

Including the why are you still alive one that keeps running through your head.

You’re not sure how long you’re waiting inside that small sleeping quarter but you knew you had left port now, and been at sea for a little while.

Where to you have no idea.

The door swings open and you stand up quickly, the Winter Soldier is back.

“You good?” he asks you and you let out a laugh.

“Are you serious?!” you don’t mean to sound so panicky in your voice but the last couple of hours haven’t felt real to you at all.

“Look if you just tell me who you work for” he starts but you cut him off

“So you can just kill me and throw me overboard??” you almost shout back at him.

“No” he simply says “I won’t throw you overboard, we’re still in American waters, they’d find you within minutes, I’ll keep you in here” his eyes curling up indicating he was smirking as he bolts the lock across the door.

“Is this your attempt at humour??” you can’t believe you’re answering him back, giving your circumstances but you are a Stark.

He slumps down onto the chair opposite you as you start to pace up and down the room.

He unbuckles his boots, and kicks them off.

Following with his bullet proof vest which he lays on the table next to him, he joins the pile with his holsters and weapons.

“Don’t get any funny ideas” he looks up at you sternly, removing both of his gloves, he pulls the mask slowly from his face as you stare at his weapons laid across the small table top.

“Well why are you disarming in front of me??” you ask him.

“Seeing how tight that dress of yours is clinging to your body” he’s starts to slowing say to you “then I’m in no threat of danger from a concealed weapon am I?”

You huff out at his comment.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my choice of attire” and you roll your eyes.

“You can tell me who’s?” he pushes.

But you just glare at him as he puts his hands up in defeat to show you he’s not being too serious.

He gets up and walks over to you but brushes past and lays down on the bed.

“What are you doing??” You ask him.

“Sleeping” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing to be doing.

“You should get some shut eye too, this journey is about 7 and a half hours long” he says as he closes his eyes.

You don’t understand how he managed to move so quickly but in the split second it took you to grab one of his guns on the table, he had his whole body weight pushing you up against the wall, whacking your wrist against the door frame, your hand opens up dropping the pistol to the floor.

“Argh!” you say under the crushing weight of him and the sting from the hit on your hand.

“What did I tell you??” he says through gritted teeth.

“Worth a shot no?” you almost spit out at him.

“No, it’s not!” he whispers now. His face is so close to yours, you should be feeling fear right now but instead a different kind of emotion runs through your veins.

You’re suddenly well aware of the placement of his knee, right in between your thighs, pinning you to wall along with his hands on you.

Your dress already being revealing but you know it’s almost showing your underwear right now.

The Winter Soldier notices your hitched breathing as his eyes drop to your chest. He sees the small goosebumps starting to form across the skin there.

You’re not sure how long you’re held up by him for, as thoughts run through his mind but he drops you down slowly.

His hands falling from his grip on your wrists. He keeps his metal arm leant on the wall next to your head whilst the other trails down to your waist.

You don’t realise but you bite your lip.

Your eyes drop to the floor, out of embarrassment. You know he could tell what you’re thinking.

He hooks a finger inside the slit of your dress, pulling the fabric across your leg, exposing your middle. You’re glad for the choice of underwear being the pretty black set.

You swallow hard.

And his gaze quickly meets yours, asking for permission to go ahead as he slowly strokes a finger up and down the lace there.

You nod slowly, unable to make a sound right now as pulls your underwear to one side and pushes two of his fingers inside you.

You don’t mean to let out a moan but you can’t remember the last time you had someone other than your hand on you like this.

You feel yourself stretch around him as starts to move them, curling them upwards towards that sweet spot of yours.

You move your leg a little, to open wider for him but are caught off guard as he drops to his knees.

His face is now lined up perfectly with your cunt, that is now aching at the loss of his fingers.

Both his hands run up either side of your legs as your head falls back against the door.

He plants a kiss at the very top of your thigh as you suck a breath in.

You’re not sure what he says but just hear a low hmm of approval as his tongue finds the spot his fingers were just at.

You don’t mean to grab his head so fiercely but your fingers tangle in his hair as he licks, sucks, and kisses you down there like a man starved.

“так хорошо” he manages to say in between movements and your legs almost buckle.

You have no idea what he’s mumbling in Russian to you but the vibration from his voice on you down there sends signals straight to your core.

“Holy fuuuuck” you breathe out and can feel his smile against your skin.

“Mmm” he replies to you as he adds his fingers back into the mix.

You feel yourself getting hotter as that familiar feeling starts to wind up inside of your stomach.

He must sense you’re close as he doesn’t hold up, focusing on your clit as tries to bring you your high.

You almost want to push his head away, it feels so good right now but so much is happening at the same time but he doesn’t let you.

He hardly breaks a sweat as his pure strength keeps his mouth locked on your dripping cunt now, using his metal arm his hand is splayed across your thigh, keeping the space free for his assault of his lips on you.

“I’m…I’m going to…” words start spilling from your mouth but you don’t know if you’re making any sense to him.

He doesn’t seem to care as the last flicks of his tongue match with the circular movements he does with his thumb on your clit and it makes you come undone in his mouth.

You don’t mean to cry out but it feels heavenly.

You come down from your high as the Winter Soldier is still in between your thighs.

Licking up every part of you.

Your eye lids drop a little lower as you feel your legs are jelly right now, he looks up at you with a massive grin on his face.

He enjoyed that just as much as you did.

“All good?” he whispers to you.

But before you can answer he stands, picking you up with him. He walks you over the bed with ease, sitting down he places you slowly onto his lap.

Your dress is still bunched up around your waist as you feel the wetness between your legs being pressed up again the winter soldier’s hardness poking though his combats.

He uses his metal arm to steady you on his lap as he uses the other to undo the belt buckle around his waist.

You realise you’re biting your lip again as he pulls the waistband down, freeing his cock.

You notice the tiny bit of pre cum leaking from the tip.

Now it’s his turn for his eyes to drop heavy as he cups you underneath your ass to lift you up, pumping himself a few times before sinking you down onto his length.

You both moan out in sync.

You thought his fingers filled you but as you drop down the entirety of his cock, you feel your cunt walls contract around him.

“Still not going to tell me your name?” he breaths out as you start to rock your hips into him.

“You never asked for that before…” you try to remain sarky but the feeling from the tip of his cock pressing into your spongy spot is making you see stars again.

His grip tightens on your hips, you’re sure you’ll have bruises there, as he starts to fuck his hips up in towards you.

You moan out and your head falls back you wrap your arms around the back of his neck to hold on.

“I want to know whose pretty name can fall from my lips as I come” he says to you as he cups your face, pulling your gaze back down to him.

“Y/N! It’s Y/N” you barley managed to say, trying not to let go, not yet, you don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been with another man or that fact that this winter soldier knows just how to hit your sweet spot but you don’t want it to be over, not just yet.

“Mmm y/n” he breaths out. He quickens his pace, his own thoughts going to how long it’s been since he’s had a women like this clenching around his cock.

But that first way you looked at him when you practically walked into him at the ball, made him feral.

He was just pissed at the sight of the comms link in your ear but knew you were of no danger by the way you acted towards him.

His hips start to turn sloppy as he chases his own high. The way his voice says your name makes you almost come undone again on top of him.

He kisses you feverishly as he comes inside you, painting your walls.

“Fuuuuck” he cries out, holding you against his chest that is heaving now underneath you.

His lips fall to your neck, planting tiny kisses alongside your jawline and collarbone.

The Winter Soldier falls back, his head hitting the pillow, you shuffle down so you’re comfortably under his arms, hugging his chest. He stays inside you and wraps a leg of yours over his waist.

You both stay like that, catching your breath whilst feeling the blanket of sleepiness washing over you as the last few hours of your day catches you up.

“Now will you sleep?” The Winter Soldier says to you as he closes his own eyes.

“Mmm” you already have your eyes shut.

“But tell me your name first” as you smile against his chest.

“Ha” he lets out a chuckle “it’s Barnes…” he says after a little while.

Your eyes fly open as you startle him awake.

“What??” he sounds worried at your reaction to him name.

“James?” you say, almost too scared to say it out loud, to confirm it.

“Yyyyes?” he raises an eyebrow.

“James Bucky Barnes??” you say, your heart slamming against your chest.

His eyes bore into you, a thousand things running through his mind.

“You’re with S.H.I.E.L.D?!” he says matter of factly closing his eyes to the disappointment.

#smut #winter soldier #reader pov #warnings #over18 #bucky fanfic

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