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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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This One Is Mine Pt. 1 (N.R)

Billionaire Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a billionaire and a successful business woman, Natasha has everything and lives her lavish life with her best friends. What will happen if Natasha wants you but Wanda gets in between?

Warning: Dark fic, 18+, bunch of sexual tensions, swearing words, drug use and alcohol consumptions. (Let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: Hello! I was gonna post this tomorrow as in the schedule but I'll be kinda busy tomorrow. So, why not post it a day early, right? Natasha and her friends wears the clothes that was shown in the cover except Wanda, she wears a dress with the same color. You don't have to listen to the songs in the fic while reading it but if you do, I hope it will make your reading experience more enjoyable. Happy reading! Here is the playlist for this series:

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The moon shines up high, a cold breeze passes your legs that are fully exposed. The warmth of your short skirt only covers down to a little above your knee. If it’s not because your best friends Kate and MJ insist for you to come, you are probably home by now but you are in line with them to get into this one famous fancy night club called “Black Widow'' instead. You are not gonna lie, it is one of your favorite clubs to go to. You love the drinks, great dj not to mention the people who come here always look good. It’s not a secret that there are a lot of upper class people who love to party here. The club is always packed every time you come.

“I can’t believe that you didn’t even change your clothes before you came here. You looked like someone just came here straight from work.” Kate lets out her comment.

“Uh maybe because I came STRAIGHT from work, Kate. I could’ve gone home first to change my clothes if you didn’t text me every five minutes to hurry up.” You defend yourself with your reason. “Also, what’s wrong with the button up blouse and my mini skirt? I think it’s not that bad.” You added.

“I know. I know. I’m just excited. We are here to celebrate you. It’s your night. It would be more fun and more friends would come if you didn’t ask to keep it low-key.” Kate rolls her eyes playfully yet letting out her disappointment.

“Well, it’s okay. I don’t want it to make a big deal about it. I just want to celebrate it with you two. You two are my best friends and that’s enough for me.” You explain with a fake pout but genuinely meant every word.

“Awww, y/n, that’s really sweet. Don’t worry about what Kate just said. You look pretty and we understand. Thank you for doing this with us.” M.J responds in awe as she gives you a little hug and smiles at you and Kate.

“Yes, I’m glad I’m part of tonight’s fun. We love you. You know that?” The brown haired woman smiles and squeezes in another hug.

“Of course.” You answer as you check the time on your watch.

The night gets colder and the line is getting longer. The three of you have a great laugh and talk while waiting in line. The security lets some people in every time there are some people leaving the club.

The three of you are getting closer to your turn to get in and you get excited, especially Kate. She loves the place more than you do, hence the destination choice she made for the girls night out with you and M.J.

As soon as the security almost opens the way to let somes group of people ahead of you, someone talks to him through the COMM in his ears, and everything changes. He stops himself from letting people in.

“Sorry folks. VIP first.” He explains as he turns his back and focuses on who is coming. You hear overlapped voices of disappointment from the others in line including Kate’s and MJ’s.

“This is so unfair. How much longer we gotta wait. I wonder who’s coming. Oh maybe a celebrity? Look at those paparazzi.” MJ lets out her impatience followed by her wandering thoughts. “Or probably just another rich person, MJ. You know this place, always full of them..” You calmly respond as you playfully slap her arm with the back of your hand and patch a smirk at her.

Not too long after that, a shiny black limousine pulled up and parked in front of the club. The street light shines and reflects on some parts of the car. The windows are all dark as if it meant to avoid any attention to whoever is inside while on the road.

People start talking and wondering who it is gonna be. All eyes are on the limo as if it doesn’t matter for them anymore if they get into the club or not.

The paparazzi are all ready to snap pictures just like an army who are ready for what’s coming in front of them. They all know who’s in the luxury moving box of steel.

All the commotions really drag your attention and your gaze to the center of it. You hear people asking each other “Oh my God, who is it?” or “I heard that she’s coming tonight. It’s her birthday today.” and “Do you think she’s coming with the others? I really want to see all of them.”

With all those overlapping comments, your mind gets so curious. You look at the limo without even blinking. Who is she? Who is this woman they were talking about?

The door finally opens, you see a woman coming out of the limo. A super attractive red-haired woman wears bright red suits and pants with a black lapel that blends in perfectly with her loose satin shirt under it. All of those paired beautifully with her black clutch. Her black and silver necklace cooperates with her same color high heels to highlight her black and red vibes.

You are so intrigued by her. You don't know why your mind imagines your fingers raking through her short red hair, caressing it. You are stunned by her look until you hear Kate’s voice.

“OMG! That’s Natasha Romanoff! Damn, she looks so good! I hope her sister Yelena will be here too. I have a huge crush on her.” Kate comments in amazement.

“Natasha who? Her sister?” You look at Kate with furrowed eyebrows as you ask confusedly. “Seriously? You don’t know who Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova are? Okay, I’ll tell you more after this.” Kate’s hand squeezes your hand excitedly as she looks surprised but she gets distracted with more people who get out of the limo. You look at Vision offering his hand to help his wife, Wanda, to come out. Her twin brother, Pietro comes out next followed by Tony Stark.

“Oh wow, The Maximoff twins are here too with Vision and Tony stark. So the whole gang's here.” MJ’s comment leads your gaze to bounce between the rest of them.

You know The Maximoff twins. Who doesn’t? They are the Sokovian siblings who inherit their parents’ fortune of Maximoff Co. but their business skill multiplies it. Not just that, people know them from their lavish lifestyle.

Vision, who used to be the British Royal family doctor and now the owner of many big hospitals in big states. He holds Wanda's hand as they slowly walk behind Natasha. You always adore them. To you, they are that power couple. It’s no secret that they have an open marriage and paparazzi often snap pictures of them with who they call “partner in fun”. In every snap, they are with a different person. Wanda and Vision always wear matching clothes, similar themes or at least whatever colors that compliments each other.

Of course, the brunette Wanda looks so alluring yet sophisticated. Her long sleeve burgundy red somewhat short dress with a slit exposing her thigh with a very low cut perfectly highlighted her cleavage. The dress wrapped her heavenly body perfectly. Wanda’s burgundy dress matches ideally with Vision’s shades of brown jacket and pants over his cream turtleneck.

Her brother Pietro, the ladies man,wears his black suit, spreading his charm. Clearly busy giving teaseful wink or smirks. Some girls are even lucky enough to get their hand kissed by him. From their excited reaction, you guess that they probably won’t wash their hands for a few days.

Then there is Tony Stark, the only heirs of Stark’s family wealth and company. It’s not a surprise to you that Tony’s fashion is a little more different than the others. This time he wore blue suits with black tie and pants. His gray shirts peeping out from under his jacket suit. Being eccentric he is, of course he wears different style athletic blue and black shoes and never forgets his glasses. In his defense, he once said in an interview that always wears sunglasses because of the camera flashes. But seeing he’s wearing the light blue shades right now that probably can’t really block the brightness of the flashes, it’s obviously only for fashion purposes instead. He gives a kiss on the cheek of one of the ladies who asks for a selfie with him shortly before he follows his friends into the club.

To your surprise, you caught Natasha and Wanda glance at you as they walked past in front of the line. Natasha’s glance makes your stomach somersault, instantly making your heart beat faster. Meanwhile, Wanda’s glance at you from head to toe and smirks make you feel like you are a prey, voluntarily.

“Wow, they all look so cool.” MJ doesn’t take her eyes off them until Nat and the rest get into the club. “Yeah but too bad, Yelena is not here.” Kate sighs in disappointment.

“Okay, I know the rest of them but who are Natasha and Yelena?” You ask curiously.

“She is a famous business woman. She is super rich, the CEO of Romanoff Inc. Her company is really big and goes international. She runs it with her sister Yelena. You know the twins and Tony Stark but you don’t know her? They are all best friends and hang out together. Their lifestyle is everybody’s dream.” Kate answers you in rambling.

“Well, Kate, you know me. I don’t really keep up with this whole famous people thing in social media. Work gets me really busy.” You respond to her rambling.

“That’s why you need this night! To have fun. Okay?” MJ tries to cheer you up. “Yeah, we will, After we finally get in.” You let out a sarcastic joke and made your best friends giggle.

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As soon as Natasha takes a seat on her VIP couch, she takes a sip of her favorite cocktails.Tell Me When To Go by E-40 plays loud in the club. Her eyes are analyzing her club tonight. She is happy with the new manager’s work. She loves how packed the club is, her eyes subconsciously look for you and her mind wonders if you are already inside or not.

“Happy birthday, darling.” Wanda gives a small kiss to both of Nat’s cheeks as she hands the redhead an envelope before she sits on Nat’s left side. Vision takes his spot next to his wife while Tony slouches next to Nat and Pietro sits side by side with his brother in law on the comfy large black and red U shaped couch. They always sit in the VIP spot that’s always reserved only for them. It has the best view of the club. They love it because practically they can see almost every spot in the club but still a little further from public and have some more privacy. Two dancing poles in front of each end of the couch.

The black table is perfectly set up like usual with bottles of expensive alcohol, ice buckets, snacks or everything they need and even their high end custom made bongs complete with their weed stash. Their favorite drinks and cocktails have been made prior to their arrival. Some bodyguards take a stand not too far from them. Pietro lit up his cigar right away. His eyes observe the surroundings. Excited with the crowd, especially the ladies. He blows out some smoke then takes a sip of his drinks.

“What’s this?” Nat takes the black envelopes as she asks and her green eyes meet with Wanda’s. “It’s your birthday gift from me, Vision and Pietro. Open it.” The brunette answers.

Nat quickly opens it and pulls a photo out of it. “A picture of a yacht?” She tilts her head in confusion.

“YOUR yacht. You sold yours a while ago and you have been too busy to get a new yacht. So we got you one.” Wanda answered excitedly. “Oh wow, thanks Wanda. Thank you boys.” Nat’s gaze flicks from Wanda, Vision then to Pietro as she shows them her gratitude.

“You are very welcomed, Nat. They berthed it next to ours right now. We didn't want to ruin the surprise for you if they brought it to your spot.” Vision explains then proceeds to light up the weed on the bong and inhale the smoke of it.

“You are welcomed, sestra! I picked the bigger size, so you can have a bigger party. Just don’t forget to invite us when you have a party.” Pietro answered jokingly. Wanda and Vision laugh at his jokes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget, Piet.” Nat smiles and shakes her head to his antics. “And now, it’s my turn. Happy birthday, Romanoff.” Tony hands her a small red box then smokes a weed joint on his other hand.

Nat opens it and finds a key in it. “This is the key to..?” She asks in a playful way. “Well, it’s just a small gift. Do you remember the winery you like in Sonoma? Not too far from it, I saw this nice property with a nice Spanish style house. It would be a nice getaway for you. I added a little touch. You know, a shooting range, and a spacious gym since you and your family love shooting guns and martial arts. Plus extra space for some of your precious car collections.” Tony casually describes his so-called small birthday gift.

“Oh wow, thank you Tony. All of you gave me these huge gifts. Now, I’m gonna have to give you better gifts on your birthdays.” Nat lets out her joke. The bass from the speakers starts to pound the air as the DJ plays Flip The Switch by Valentino Khan, Chris Lorenzo in line.

“Oh, you know what I like, Nat. If you find any interesting women, share them with me. Or let us have them after you, right, Vis?” Wanda answers her best friend in a teasing way and Vision agrees with an excited “Uh-huh.” in his nods then kisses Wanda’s cheeks.

“Well, just like Pietro said, just don’t forget to invite us if you are having a party.” Tony adds.

“Speaking of parties, I have another gift for our party tonight.” Pietro announced enthusiastically. “What’s that?” Nat turns her focus from the dance floor back to Pietro. “Well, I bought a bottle of old original Absinthe liquor. It’s so strong and it even can make you hallucinate a bit.” The Sokovian billionaire describes as he takes the bong from his brother in law to take his turn to smoke.

“Oh really? I have heard about it. Where is it now?” Nat pitches her question a little louder against the loudness of the music and people partying. “I told my assistant to send it here. Your bartender should be making some drinks for us with it by now.” Pietro smiles proudly about his surprise followed by some coughs out of him.

“Oh, which assistant? The one that Wanda fucked yesterday before the big important meeting with me and the board?” Nat smirks casually joking about what Wanda did. The brunette is really open with her best friends and brother including Vision about how high her sex drive is and how much she loves women. She knows her friends are okay with it, the downfall is they sometimes poke fun out of it just like Nat did. “Yeah, that one.” Pietro laughs.

“Oh, her? Yes, I did and she is really good. A really obedient assistant. She was so…let’s say, tight.” Wanda shares her short trip to yesterday’s memory of hers as she gently bites her lower lips then gives Nat a naughty smile.

Both Natasha’s index finger and thumb softly pinch Wanda’s chin so she can look at her forest green eyes that spark from the aggressive blinking spotlights following the beats for the music. “Oh, I know that, sweetheart. I know how she is.” Nat gives her response to the brunette next to her then wink at her.

The waitress brings a tray of cocktails that has the Absinthe that Pietro got for tonight. All of them cheer and take a big gulp of the green liquor.

Just like Pietro said about the Absinthe, they all start to get tipsy in a different way not to mention the effect from smoking the weed starts to kick in. Their body starts to relax more, but their throat still feels the warmth from what they drank and their heart starts to pump a little faster.

“Look what I’ve got! Look at these white beauties. Maximoffs, yours was really good last time but trust me, this one is even better.” Tony casually tosses a medium size bag of cocaine on the table. It’s more than enough for five of them to share all night long.

Wanda slowly blows the smoke from the burning weed that she inhaled. She hands the bong to Natasha for her turn shortly before she grabs the bag to check the white substance in it. “This looks good and if it hits good, give me the seller number, Stark.” Wanda's broad accent always shows up bolder whenever she gets drunk or high.

As Natasha is taking a hit, her eyes finally lock with the person she has been waiting for, you. She casually blows the smoke out, coughing a little as she watches you and your friends get to the bar.

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"Oh my god! Finally!" Kate tries her best holding herself not to jump in excitement as soon as the three of you get into the club.

You can feel the bass as if it punches your heart following the song beat. Some people bump into you when you are walking. The smells of alcohol, cigarette smokes and light marijuana fill the club. Your eyes keep trying to adjust with the light that keeps blinking in a random rhythm. The air feels sticky and warm from how many people are in there yet you also feel the cold breeze from the air conditioner that works really well.

You see two large screens on the high walls shining bright plays optical illusion video that match with the rhythm of the music. Few sexy female dancers dance on the dance pole and some of them dance inside giant bird cages. Some of them swing on the swing inside the cages like canary bird. People are dancing, jumping like crazy that you thought it was the effect of whatever they consume. You see some couples or maybe they just met there kissing in the darker part of the club like there is no tomorrow.

You and the girls walk to the bar right away. The bartender was about to greet you but he got a call. “Hey, Dimitri. Make them the same drinks you made us. Then give those three girls whatever they want, it’s on the house. Keep the drink flowing for them. Also tell Boris to tell the securities to let them do whatever they want as long as it's not dangerous.” Nat ordered from the other end of the line. “Yes, boss.” The blonde Russian bartender takes Nat’s order without any question.

Lose Control by Missy Elliot Ft, Ciara starts to play. You enjoy the vibe around you, the music makes you move your body a little unlike Kate, she literally starts dancing as she starts to sing the lyric

“Wow, this place is always a hit. Look at those beautiful people. I always love the DJ here. Look at Kate, she is not even drunk yet but already dancing like one of those dancers.” MJ looks around and comments on everything she sees including joking about Kate. “Well, you know how she is, MJ.” You laugh. Then you feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around so do MJ and Kate as soon as they notice.

“Hi ladies. Ms. Romanoff ordered this for three of you. Don’t worry about what you order tonight. She will take care of your tab.” Dimitri informs the three of you with a smile and slides three green cocktails in front of you girls.

Kate and MJ gasp. “No, fucking way!! Ms. Romanoff, THE Ms. Romanoff?” MJ asks in such disbelief and you are more concerned about what’s in the drink.

“What’s this?” You asked. “It’s house special drink. Trust me, this is really good with a very expensive strong liquor called absinthe. You are lucky to be able to try this.” The blonde answers in a friendly manner.

“Oh, we are definitely drinking this. I've heard about that liquor. Thank you!” Kate quickly grabs her drink. You sweetly thank him and grab yours, so does MJ. “Well normally, I wouldn’t drink anything from—” You try to express your thoughts but Kate doesn’t even let you finish your words. “Girl! Are you crazy? It’s from Natasha Romanoff, you better drink that! Wow, this is awesome. I wonder where she is watching us from.” Kate looks around the club to find Nat but the crowd is blocking the view.

“This means she is interested in you because I saw how she glanced at you. Wanda was looking at you too.” MJ tells you and Kate as she drinks her drink.

“You did too? I thought I was hallucinating when I noticed that earlier.” You finally tell them what was on your mind as you drink the strong cocktail. “How awesome would it be if she is really interested in you??” The excitement from Kate’s tone was easily heard despite how loud the club was.

“There's no way she is interested in me.” You roll your eyes playfully. “That’s a bummer.” MJ plays along with the joke. “Why not? There's a chance that she does." Kate winks at you. “You are crazy.” You shake your head at Kate’s comment and giggle but it gets into your head a little bit. Who would say no to the charming Natasha Romanoff. The first time you saw her, your mind was already all over the place. You imagine you caress her hair in a certain position, so close to you, for crying out loud.

You and the girls hang out near the bar a little longer and drink three more of the same drink. The three of you underestimated the strength of the alcohol in it from how smooth it is. You thought that the bartender was right, the drink is strong. It hits you harder than you thought it would be.

You can feel yourself start to get drunk., not tipsy but drunk. You can see that Kate and MJ are in the same state as you. You hear the DJ starting to play Heads Will Roll - A-Trak Remix by Yeah Yeah Yeah now. People start to cheer from knowing what’s gonna play soon from the intro, including Kate and MJ.

“Y/n! I love this song!! Let’s go to the dance floor now!” Kate and MJ drunkenly pull you to get to the dance floor. The more the alcohol gets in your blood, the faster your heart beats. The louder people cheer and the song gets the more you want to move and you start to dance under the alcohol influence with your friends. The three of you laugh and dance. Your eyes start to search for Nat albeit how drunk you are now. Little do you know that she has been watching you this whole time.

She watches and analyzes you. She notices that every time a man tries to dance with you, you will quickly refuse or drag yourself away but you are comfortable dancing with any girls who approach you. The more she watches the way you dance and your smile, the more she is drawn to you. She wants you. For some reason, she sees that you are different from other girls she met.

While Pietro and Tony are busy enjoying a line or two of the expensive white powder, what a coincidence that Wanda is also eye-ing you. She recognizes that you are the cute one she saw in the line when she walked by. She is watching you sharply like a hawk. Just like Nat, the brunette wants you too. Her desire skyrockets just by watching how your body moves. Both Nat and Wanda are looking at you like you are their prey yet both of them don’t notice that they are looking at you at the same time.

Wanda lets out a little growl as she feels every inch of her crave you, and being high and drunk only makes her want you even more. “Vision, dear. I want her tonight.” Wanda demands without even letting her gaze off you as she points at you.

Before Vision gets the chance to respond to his wife's words, Nat interrupts. Stern was her tone when she said “No. This one is mine.” as she keeps looking at you. Pietro and Tony laugh a little at the unexpected small competition between the Russian and the Sokovian women.

Pt. 2

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wandabear · 2 years

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Everything will be okay - Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says... no. That's when things get complicated, too much.

Maybe a dumb idea? But I wanted to do it. This is not just a chapter of hearbreak, but also friendship. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Next one will be Wanda’s POV.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

here i use my own gifs!

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CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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“Are you sure she's going to like it?”

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There was concern on her face, in her hand she held a small welvet scarlet box. Inside it, gleamed a beautiful ring with a lovely almandite garnet stone.

The eyes of her two curious friends watched the ring surprised, and smiling. They knew that for a long time Y/N had been trying to propose to Wanda. Taking the relationship to something more serious, after almost two years together.

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The brunette sighed deeply, looking for the answer from both girls next to her. Yelena Belova and Julia "Jules" Hale.

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“I think so, it is cute.” Yelena Belova said with that thick russian accent. “And for sure quite expensive.”

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“I think she's going to love it, especially that mini speech you've made about that almandite stone. I mean, it has a beautiful meaning.” Said Jules, a woman with hair as black as the night and skin as white as the moon. Light Brown eyes, and her lips were pink and full.

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“Cheer up, Y/L/N.” Yelena patted the taller girl's shoulder as they walked through the huge compound together. “Your witchy loves you, haven't you seen how she sees you? Make me want to vomit everytime I see it. Ugh!”

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Since Y/N arrived at the Compound, she bounded a beautiful friendship with Yelena Belova, who also recently arrived. Although first they used to fight a lot. According to Maria Hill, they needed their best agents from what was left of the ‘old’ S.H.I.E.L.D, especially after the awful events in Sokovia. Everyone seemed really sorry for how that incident ended, especially for the sudden death of Pietro Maximoff, a young man who had given his life to save the lives of innocent people.

His sister also joined the avengers, but ever since she arrived, Wanda confined herself in her room, only coming out to find something to eat or to do some training. This had caught Y/N's attention. Every time she saw Wanda at training, she seemed like a gloomy, melancholic and quiet girl, she didn't want to socialize too much. Only seemed to talk to Natasha, and hardly ever to Steve when they were supposed to train.

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But slowly, Y/N managed to get into the heart of the Sokovian. Managed to win her over with small gestures, small displays of love, adorable humor and little jokes that made her laugh little by little. Y/N had completely fallen in love with Wanda Maximoff. Her love was patient, she was not in a hurry.

And Wanda couldn't resist the warmth it gave her.

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Two years ago…

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With a tired and sad gaze at the floor, Wanda walked into her own room completely exhausted from the constant life she had to deal with. Wake up, cry, eat breakfast -just because Natasha forced her to eat the nutrients she needed to train- train, cry, eat, shower, cry and sleep.

That was the life Wanda had since she came, since she lost Pietro. Briefly remembered the jab in her stomach when she saw the Compound, thinking that Pietro would love to be there so much. Surely he would be excited as a child, and that was destroying her.

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She felt very hypocrite right now, how could she fight with the earth mightiest heroes if she just wanted to die? When half of your soul died, how would you feel? Wanda dragged her feet all the way to bed, until she saw a small package and a note. The sokovian brunette closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply, trying to calm down all the emotions that would soon drown her. She knew very well what that was about, it was not the first time that Agent did it.

That cute and dumb agent who arrived almost at the same time as her. A woman taller than her, with a very attractive body and brown eyes that could make you tremble.

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She took the note in her hands and could see the calligraphy.

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‘So mysterious yet, so incredibly real. It's an uncharted sea, it's an unopened door. But you gotta reach out and you gotta explore… Even though you're not sure, till the moment arrives there she is and you know you're in love.’

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Wanda rolled her eyes and took that package, opening it with some desperation. She found a cassette. Another one, again. With this there were now four.

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Looking at the player that Y/N left the first time she found one of the cassettes tapes and hesitated for a moment. Should she...? After a few seconds, Wanda played that song. The same as that note.

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Y/N was in the kitchen, after a nice session of kicking Jules' butt but then getting kicked by Yelena, it had been pretty fun.

Yelena was Natasha's sister, and although everyone seemed quite surprised by this. Apparently, they distanced themselves but after several attempts, they had reunited. And since the blonde arrived, Natasha seemed less tense.

And a bit happier.

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The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent took one of the donuts on the table and brought it to her lips. The pleasure she felt at the taste of it could be seen on her face, but when she suddenly saw Wanda storming into the kitchen she swallowed it down quickly, coughing a bit.

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“Hey, Wanda.”

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“You left this in my room again.” Wanda walked over and placed the cassette next to Y/N, who didn't seem surprised at all.

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“Yeah.” She arched an eyebrow.

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“I told you I'm not interested. Stop doing it.” Wanda crossed her arms, ready to put an end to that stupid game the agent was playing with her.

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“I know.”

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Exasperated by her attitude, Wanda snapped: “Then why do you keep doing it?”

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“Because it makes you smile.” Y/N clicks her tonge and wiped her hands clean, removing all traces of donut dust from her fingers. “And I want that. That you smile, that’s what I want the most.”

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Pressing her lips, Wanda remained in that pose.

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“How do you know I smile? Maybe it doesn't make me smile.”

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“Well, only you know that.” The brunette shrugged and got up from her seat, taking that donut with her. “Anyway, that was the last one you'll receive.”

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Wanda felt the despair inside her. Although she really felt annoyed and a little uncomfortable with the constant failed attempts of Y/N to conquer her, flirting everytime she sees her, knowing that the agent was giving up on her made her feel... even more empty.

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“Why?” Wanda stammered a bit, trying to get the brunette's attention but trying not to look as desperate as she felt.

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Y/N turned around but kept walking.

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“Because I've already told you everything you need to know.” She smiled slightly, leaving the Sokovian alone in that kitchen.

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PRESENT

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After that, a few dates followed, in which Y/N tried hard to make Wanda -for a few moments- completely forget all the pain she felt. Of course she wouldn’t forget Pietro, but maybe she would slowly turn those painful little memories into beautiful ones.

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This time, after two years, she was about to have another date with Wanda Maximoff. This one made her feel the same feelings as the first date, as if she was going to go down a roller coaster. Y/N swallowed hard, looking at herself in the mirror. That night she had to look good, everything had to go perfect.

With the hair loose, a black jacket and a shirt was enough to look pretty good. Her friends helped choose it because according to them, she panicked just by seeing the huge closet not knowing what to wear like a silly teenager.

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Y/N sighed deeply before turning to see her small apartment now they shared in the compound. Many times they talked about moving into an apartment of their own and having a little more 'privacy', but every time they thought about it, both felt enormous sadness at leaving their friends there. Wanda had a nice friendship with Natasha, who adored the sokovian like a sister but also pushed her to give more and the best of herself.

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Her thoughts faded when she saw that one of the melon and raspberry scented candles was threatening to go out, so she ran to relight it when the door opened. Wanda came into the room but stopped quickly when she saw that scene.

The soft light and scent of the candles, the soft music and dinner on the table. And above all, Y/N looking at her with a huge smile.

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“What's wrong, detka?” She frowned at her, confused and amused. In a good way. “It’s our anniversary? Did I forget it? But I thought it was-”

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“No, it's... it's not.” Y/N cut her off and walked over, taking her girlfriend's hand. “I just want to spoil my girlfriend a bit. Come here…”

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They both sat at the table and had a wonderful evening. Y/N made lasagna, one of Wanda's favorite foods besides 'chicken paprikash', but the Sokovian was the one who usually cooked it. She was laughing at the agent’s stories, who only wanted to make her laugh. They also talked about how things had gotten tense in the compound when Steve and Tony argued over General Ross's visit. The lovely couple seemed to be having a pretty nice time together, Y/N managed to gradually make her forget the bad things in life and highlight the good things a little more.

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“That was delicious, really. Thank you, malyshka.” Wanda smiled in an lovely way, Y/N used to say that she loved when she did it because her eyes got so tiny. And the pet name Wanda gave her always made her melt. “But you still haven't told me why all this is, and although I don't doubt that you want to make me feel special, because you always come up with wonderful ways to do it... I feel that this time is different.”

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“Can't I just treat my girl?” She smiled mischievously.

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Wanda wrinkled her nose and leaned in to whisper, “When you're excited, your thoughts are loud.”

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Y/N swallowed hard. Her girlfriend was an amazing and wonderful girl but also a telepath. Of course, Wanda never intruded on Y/N's thoughts, she had always respected her, and she felt that she could never be an intruder on them. But when her thoughts were so loud, it was impossible not to hear.

The dark haired woman cleared her throat and stood up for a moment, taking Wanda's hand, she walked to the huge window, looking at the beautiful and vast forest near the compound.

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“We are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. No promises, no demands. Love is a battlefield.” Y/N said with a small smile, one of her hands gently caressed Wanda's face. The height difference between the two was always so attractive. “Those were the first lyrics I sent you.”

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“I remember, that’s how you started making me fall in love with you.” The sokovian giggled a little before ending the distance between them, reaching out to kiss Y/N's lips, but after the sweet kiss the brunette pulled away from her for a moment, leaving Wanda so confused.

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“No, wait, it's not that I don't want to kiss you.” She said quickly, hoping that Wanda would think wrong.

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Y/N inhaled deeply, taking courage. “You are the most wonderful woman I have ever met, since I saw you, everything in me just…You completely rocked my world. I fell in love with Wanda Maximoff, but not because she is really beautiful. Either because she has huge green eyes that take my breath away, or a Sokovian accent that makes me melt. Especially in bed, she makes some really amazing and sexy moans.”

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Both giggled, Wanda blushed slightly and just hit her softly on the shoulder. Her heart was beating so fast but she would never have imagined what was going to happen.

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“You are wonderful in every way. You are good, you are smart, you are brave, you are beautiful and sooo sexy. I’m so proud of you, of who you are, of what you are, of what you have achieved and what you will achieve. You make me happy, so happy, every day, every moment, every fucking time. You make me feel complete, yes, and I want to do the same with you. I want to make you happy, in every possible way.” Y/N smiled widely, noticing how Wanda's green eyes filled with tears.

And suddenly, the agent knelt in front of her and took out the little scarlet velvet box.

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“Wanda Maximoff, would you make me the happiest woman one more time, and marry me?”

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'Yes'. It's what she thought Wanda would say quickly, they would both cry with joy and she would end up kissing Wanda between laughter and happiness, glass of champagne, celebrate making love passionately. It's what her mind replayed over and over again every second Wanda was quiet. With her huge green eyes wide open, Wanda said nothing. She just looked like she was petrified not knowing what to say.

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Y/N remained kneeling until she ended up hearing the voice of her beloved at last.

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“No… I… I’m sorry.”

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No? Did she just say no? Perhaps Y/N made a mistake in the speech?

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“No? You don’t?” Y/N frowned at her, quite confused. She got up, standing in front of her again.

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“No.” Said the green-eyed girl again, this time more confident than she was before.

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Tilting her head, Y/N asked: “Why?”

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“Because I just don’t want to!” Wanda said quickly and walked away from her. She looked somewhat nervous as she picked the dishes on the table. “Just that. No.”

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She carried everything to the kitchen, being followed by Y/N who seemed to not understand ANYTHING that was happening all of a sudden.

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“Or what? are you going to force me to say yes?” Wanda said that quite defensively, turning to look at her girlfriend.

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“Whoa! Of course not!” Y/N defended herself. “I just want to know why…”

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“I don’t know! All I know is that I don't want to marry you. That... That I don't know if you're THAT person I want to marry in a future. I don't know if I see it.” Licking her lips, Wanda ended up shrugging as she said the first thing that came to her mind. The fear that coursed through her invited her to speak without thinking. “And if it bothers you that much, if it bothers you to accept my decision, then we should consider ending this.”

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Y/N blinked quickly, she didn't understand anything. Everything was so fast and painful, like when you remove a Band-Aid from a fresh wound.

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“Wait, what? Are you breaking up with me?” Y/N asked between surprised and annoyed. “Just because I asked you to marry me?”

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“I don’t know! I told you I don't know!” Wanda yelled so irritated.

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“Why are you yelling at me? I should be the one yelling at you right now!” Y/N yelled, watching as Wanda just shook her head and walked into the bedroom, so pissed off. “Are you leaving now?”

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“Are you going to stop me too?”

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“Don't expect me to stay here waiting for you then!” Y/N clenched her jaw as Wanda didn't stop, she seemed quite sure.

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“THEN GO!” the Sokovian yelled before slamming the door.

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Swallowing hard, heartbroken and her mind completely scrambled, Y/N looked around her blankly at what was happening. Suddenly everything seemed to have gone to hell and she didn't even understand why.

Y/N looked down to see that little box between her fingers and simply decided to leave, but not before throwing it in the trash can.

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Everything. Sucks.

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Three weeks passed since Wanda and Y/N broke up and nobody could understand how it is that two people who loved each other so much, now they couldn't even see each other's faces. They all knew what happened, but neither of them said anything about it.

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Wanda avoided seeing the agent at all costs, and Y/N didn't look for her either. The training schedules changed and the missions too. Although Steve didn't seem to agree when Natasha brought it up, he later realized that they both needed space to heal from everything that was going on between them. Wanda seemed to hang out with Vision a bit more -Y/N always called him 'the talking toaster'- and of course Natasha.

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The agent took refuge in Yelena, Jules, Sam and all the missions she could take so she wouldn't have to think. But the pain she felt was reflected in the dark circles under her eyes, the nights when she couldn't even sleep, in the junk food she ate, and in the silences in the meetings. Where before she used to always say something fun and make everyone laugh, now she just listened to what they said and nodded.

The painful silence.

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That afternoon, training for new agents was taking place on the compound. And one of the agents tried to look smug, opened his big mouth saying that Y/N looked like a zombie since Wanda cheated on her, leaving the agent so bitter. That just made the the brown eyed girl go boom. Y/N ended up showing the class how to kick his ass, and the young stupid man ended up in the infirmary with Doctor Cho, with his nose broken, his ass kicked and a big lesson.

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“Y/L/N!” Natasha yelled at her when she saw the brunette walk out the door, pissed of.

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“You know he started it, Natasha, but you take ME out? Fuck that!” Y/N yelled and walked furiously, leaving the training room. Her hands were shaking, her knuckles were red from the punches, and her heart was pounding fast.

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Y/N closed her eyes in the elevator, trying to calm down but couldn't. Not when all she remembered was that agent's disgusting voice saying she looked so defeated and bitter. Wanda's voice saying that she didn't want to get married her cause she didn’t know if she was the one, the screams, the memories of her father saying that she would always be a failure. She would never be enough.

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The sound of the elevator opening brought her out of her thoughts. Walking quickly to her bedroom but when she opened it, found someone else that Y/N didn't expect to see in there.

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Jules was curled up in bed, trying to hide her face as if she were sleeping, but it was in vain. Y/N heard that little sob.

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“Jules?” She walked over to her friend and sat down next to her. And in those moments, all her problems, her pain and the anger were left behind. Now she was just worried. “What's going on?”

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Jules didn't say anything, just hugged her and cried hard. Completely shocked, not understanding what the fuck was going on with the people she loved lately, Y/N just stroked her hair and let the girl just cry for a long time until she wanted to talk. Almost half an hour later, the brunette handed her some kleenex so that she could blow her nose, and dry her tears.

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“Wanna tell me what's going on?” Y/N asked in a soft voice as she stroked Jules hair. After Jules took time to clean, compose herself so she could speak without crying, she sat up in bed.

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“I've been sleeping with Natasha.” Jules licked her lips and kept her gaze lowered, totally embarrassed.

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Y/N was quiet. Wow, maybe the people she loved went through more things than she thought. Thinking she knew everything, she believed that everything was fine and instead when two of the people closest to her ended up exposing feelings like that… Y/N would never have imagined.

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“This whole thing about your…proposal with Wanda and everything was just…” Jules cleared her throat and looked at her friend in her eyes this time. Her lovely light brown eyes looked disappointed. I'd always thought Jules was light brown like hazel and Y/N darker as coffee. “So many questions were awakened in me. Feelings. I realized that I wanted more from her than just sex, and I- I told her that.”

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“You? Wanting something serious? I never thought that would happen.” She smiled slightly, trying to joke. Jules was always a player.

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“I guess everything has a first time.” Her friend smiled sadly.

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“What happened then?” Y/N sighed sadly, watching Jules's lips tremble in sadness. “Did you tell her and…?”

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Jules didn't say anything, just looked down again.

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“You told her, and Natasha said no. Right?”

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Jules nodded. “I guess the end of the world will come now that I fell in love.”

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The look on Y/N's face went from one of concern and annoyance, to one of complete shock and pain. Her heart broke when Y/N saw that her best friend suffered too, an unrequited love in the same way, it felt terrible. Opening a wound iside, as deep as the Marianas Trench.

Before either of them could say anything else, the door to the room was open. Maria Hill was watching them from the doorway, and seemed somewhat agitated.

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“Y/L/N. Hale. Come now.” Maria noted the tension of the moment, but there were more important stuff going on. “We have something.”

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Both walked after Maria, Jules wiped her tears quickly and as if nothing happened. Y/N took her friend's hand and squeezed it for a few seconds before letting go, because she knew what they would face would be much worse. The three S.H.I.E.L.D agents entered that room, where some avengers were analyzing what would be the strategy they would play.

Steve and Natasha were discussing about the mission, Sam was asking about the veracity of the source and Steve answered that it was quite reliable. Wanda was quiet and just listened, sitting at the side of the room.

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“Rumlow has been seen in Taipei two months ago.” Steve pointed to the screen, where images of somewhat suspicious men could be seen. Some identified as former Hydra agents, others not. “The intel we got is that they have transported some kind of biological weapon from Hunan, China to the city of San Juan in Puerto Rico. Apparently some remaining Hydra heads are trying to survive, they want to use this biological weapon and wreak havoc.”

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“We're eighty percent sure it’s Rumlow.” Natasha explained her as she moved on to the next video, where some men were guarding a ship at the port.

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“The mission is quite simple.” Maria Hill said, Steve nodded. “But we need to be careful, we don't know exactly what they're transporting and it's not a good thing.”

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“Going unnoticed is essential.” Steve added. “Natasha and I will board a plane to San Juan and…”

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“Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea.” Y/N quickly interrupted, earning the gaze of almost everyone in the meeting. Steve frowned at her, somewhat confused.

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“I mean… They know you guys, they've even seen you in damn lunchboxes and kids' backpacks. And your baseball hats and glasses are not going to work there.” Y/N grimaced, she took one of the files and read it. “An American is easy to spot and your spanish really sucks, no offense.”

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“She’s damn right.” Sam giggled and though Steve tried to hide his smile too, he nodded.

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“We will do it.” Jules sighed and took the file from her friend hands, so she could look at it now. “Y/N speaks perfect spanish since she was born, and my mother is a proud latina, so… Todos ustedes apestan.”

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Steve watched everyone waiting for some objection to that but they all seemed to agree. Of course Wanda didn't seem happy about it at all, at another time she would have said anything to prevent Y/N from going on such a risky mission, but she decided to keep quiet. It would be making things worse.

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“We will be a couple enjoying our honeymoon, I fucking deserve that.” Y/N grunted under her breath, unaware that those words made Wanda settle into her seat, quite uncomfortable.

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Maria nodded. Steve was a bit thoughtful for a moment and then he finally accepted it.

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“Alright, girls. Let’s do it. We're leaving right now.” Steve ordered and the meeting ended, everyone got up from their places. “Everyone grab your suits, get ready and go to the quinjets.”

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When they left that room, Y/N ran into Wanda in the hallway, but even though the Sokovian wanted to say something for a moment, she just looked away and decided to ignore Y/N.

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“The fuck…” Y/N whispered, still not understanding why the hell Wanda was the one ignoring her, when she should be the angry one.

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Y/N sighed and tried to focus on the mission, it was what mattered in that moment.

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The quinjet was about to arrive at one of the abandoned heliports in San Juan. They all seemed a bit nervous, finishing arranging their stuff.

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“So... who’s the top in this marriage?” Jules asked as she took one of the Stark spy gadgets in her civilian clothes. God bless Stark Tech, sometimes.

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“Me, of course, girly girl. I'm so tall and handsome as hell.” Y/N arched an eyebrow, wearing a loose white shirt. Of course, under her clothes carried deadly weapons.

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“Yeah, don't let my looks deceive you, I’ve been tell that I’ve an amazing ability with the tongue and the strap, that would surprise you.” Jules said mischievously, making Steve to start coughing and Sam to burst out laughing, followed by everyone else. Well, everyone except Wanda who only smiled slightly.

Once the Quinjet was parked at the heliport, Steve spoke before they got out.

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“A-team, girls, try to get as much information out as possible and don't get involved until we're sure what we're dealing with.” Steve gave them the keys to one of the cars parked at that heliport, it was an old taxi that would be driven by Sam.

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After nodding, Y/N took the fake suitcases and the three of them walked towards the taxi, leaving directly for the casino hotel where they would be staying. Y/N and Jules stayed in the honeymoon suite. The first step was to implement as many microphones as they could, it wasn't difficult as they pretended to be enjoying the casino, all drunk and happy. One of the agents made everything easier when he managed to hack the security cameras of that place.

According to Redwing, Sam's drone, there was a clandestine lab under that casino.

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“Look, honey!” Y/N said as she hugged Jules, pretending to be an adorable tourist couple. “Remember when we saw one of these in Vegas?”

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'Guys, there seems to be one of the doors in sector C, on the left. There's a dark red door, it's over there.' Natasha's voice over the intercom, making Jules wince.

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Both walked away slowly from the people until they reached the end of that casino, one of the doors that were guarded by two huge men in suits, and looked serious enough to split a man in two. They laughed, trying to look completely drunk as they approached the door, when one of them stopped the girls.

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“No pueden pasar aquí, señoritas. Deben volver.” -You can't get in here, ladies. You’ve to go back.-

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Arching an eyebrow, looking interested and smiling, Y/N looked at her 'partner'.

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“I think it's one of those underground gambling places where interesting things happen, honey.” Y/N bit her lip.

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Jules pouted. “Oh, por favor, déjanos pasar.” -Oh, please, let us in.-

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“Ustedes no pueden pasar. Vuelvan a la sala, por favor.” -You can't pass. Go back to the room, please.-

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'Clearly there’s no Backgammon table there, girls. We've turned off the guard cameras, go on.' Steve said.

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“Come on, man, it’s our honeymoon! I know you’ve a underground gambling place back there.” Y/N assured, taking a somewhat smug position. “I have money, okay? I have so much money to spend. Mucho dinero.”

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Noticing that none accepted, Y/N sighed and leaned in, getting closer as if to tell them a secret.

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“I like to play… more aggressively.”

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The man narrowed his eyes confused, but the bending left his throat exposed so Y/N hit him hard, making the huge man to open his eyes and fall to his knees, gasping for breath.

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Jules took care of the other, who after receiving a strong electric shock just fell knocked out. Taking the man's magnetic card, they hid the bodies in one of the cleaning closets.

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“We're in, tell us where to go.” Asked Y/N as she walked down that semi-dark hallway, pulling the gun. Both seemed alert to any movement.

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“Redwing says there's a lab in the basement. We are coming. Stay alert and-” Natasha responded quickly, but the communication was cut off.

ㅤㅤ They took one of the lonely stairs, guarded by five men who both managed to easily disarm and knock them unconscious. Always made a pretty good team.

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“Steve, tell us where-” Y/N tried to communicate, but it was impossible. There was an horrible interference screeching noise.

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Before she could say anything, a loud crash was heard above them and they knew it was in the casino. They ended up going down the stairs to one more floor, but they only reached a huge lonely room, it seemed that everything in the place was gone. No mercenaries guarding the place, it was really weird and too easy and that alarmed both agents.

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“This is too easy. I don't like easy.” Jules hissed, worried.

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“I know.”

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“I have this bad feeling, Y/N/N…”

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'We're going in.' Finally, Steve's voice made Y/N sigh much more relaxed.

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“Guys, we have another problem. There's no fucking lab here.” Y/N walked around the place and kicked one of the empty boxes. If there was a lab there, it had definitely been torn down and moved out before they got there. But then why were there still mercenaries guarding the entrance?

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“I don't know who the hell gave yall the intel. There are only two huge containment modules here, and what appears to be a weird metal box inside the containment… with slightly bluish pulple crystals on it. I don't know what the heck is this.”

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There was no response from the others, just a horrible interference that made Y/N grunting annoyed.

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“Hello there? Steve? Natasha?”

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They both looked at each other. Y/N and Jules were alone now. They decided to approach the modules, one of these remained open and empty.

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“Someone was definitely being held here.” Y/N walked around the module, noticing some scratches. Huge reinforced glass windows and automatic doors opened, but what they saw inside took their breath away.

The timer showed that they both had just 10:00 minutes left.

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“It's a bomb.” Jules whispered.

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“Rogers, do you hear me?! We need the bomb squad right now!” Y/N exclaimed. The interference remained, no one answered. She swallowed hard, not knowing what to do, both tried to came closer, entering the containment module.

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“We should look for the team.”

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“There’s no time. You go, I stay.”

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“Of course not!”

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“Okay, okay.” Y/N tried to think what to do. She just took a moment, closing her eyes, takng courage, and then she walked slowly approaching the bomb.

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“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

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“We need to know what kind of bomb it is. We were trained to deactivate things worse than a bomb.” Despite the fact that she felt it was a bad idea, both of them came closer to examine that artifact.

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'GET OUT OF THERE NOW!' That communicator was working again. Steve's voice made them both jump, they both turned to see how the door of that container module slammed shut. Locking them inside.

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“What's going on?” Jules widened her eyes, startled.

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Y/N went over to open it, but it was impossible, the card didn't work now.

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‘Y/N, GET OUT OF THERE NOW. I REPEAT, GET OUT NOW.’

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“Natasha, tell me what the hell is going on?!” Y/N yelled, trying to hit and break the glass, but it was impossible.

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‘THE BIOLOGICAL WEAPON IS IN SOME CRYSTALS, WE HAVE JUST SEEN HOW THREE AGENTS BECOME A DAMN ROCK STATUES. GET OUT OF THERE NOW. IT SPREADS IN THE AIR.’ This time Natasha sounded more desperate.

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Both agents looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

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“Well, we're have some bad news.” Y/N swallowed hard. “We are trapped here… and we have an explosive that could be a bomb.”

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Steve soon arrived with several agents, crossing the door of the lab, he could see how both agents inside tried to analyze the object. A metal box, several cables and a timer with exactly seven minutes.

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“Y/N, tell me what you know.” Steve asked, approaching the container with some caution.

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“Metallic object, it's a bomb. The timer began to count down as the doors closed.” The brunette kept looking at the object. “Each time I have tried to move anything, the timer speeds up. And apparently, if I defuse the bomb, the crystals will break. And if the bomb goes off, it will blow up the whole block.”

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“Doors?”

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“We tried to open them, but it was impossible.” Jules shook her head resignedly. “It was a trap, not for us, of course.”

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“Wanda, come here right now!” Steve ordered.

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‘RUMLOW IS ATTACKING CIVILIANS, WANDA IS TRYING TO PREVENT ONE OF THE POISON GAS BOMBS FROM EXPLODING IN ONE OF THE BUILDINGS, STEVE.’ Clint was heard from the intercom. Natasha and Sam were fighting hand to hand against the mercenaries.

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Although Wanda could not get down, Vision phased the ceiling of that laboratory and took place next to Steve. With a neutral gaze, slightly curious perhaps, Vision moved closer to the container so he could understand.

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“Vision, can you tell us what it is?” Steve asked, approaching that container. He reminded her of the ones they used on Banner, though much more sophisticated.

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Vision nodded.

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“It's made of a poly-tectic adaptive material.” Vision said completely fascinated, although the others didn't even understand what he meant, he turned to explain. “It adapts to retain those it contains. It's clearly alien technology and Stark Tech. It uses adaptive materials to contain Enhanced individuals and actually neutralizes their powers.”

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“Vision, can you phase the material? Do it.” Steve ordered. Vision nodded and moved closer to phase through the material of that container, achieving it with ease.

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“Shit.” Y/N exclaimed, completely frustrated. She swallowed hard, noticing how the minutes diminished more and more. “This is not working. If I deactivate the bomb, the crystals will break. If the bomb goes off, everyone will die. There's no other way.”

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Vision pressed his hand on that electronic lock, but although he tried to decipher the code, he couldn't, leaving him completely confused. He was trying to use every logical option his supercomputer mind told him but none of them seemed to work.

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“How strange. I can't crack the code.” Vision frowned, completely surprised at the lack of information. The synthezoid looked at them completely embarrassed. “I'm sorry I can't help you, I wish I could phase you both through with me, but it's not in my abilities.”

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“No. You have to help them, there has to be a way!” Rogers asked again, looking a bit desperate. Steve began to hit that glass with his shield, over and over again, but it was impossible. That image was heartbreaking.

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“Get out of here.” Y/N looked up, accepting her fate after several tries. Even the agents began to shoot at the windows, but nothing worked, the rain of bullets ricocheted and fell to the ground.

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“We're not going to leave.” Steve seemed adamant about his decision, which made Y/N's lips tremble.

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“Steve.” Said Y/N in a whisper. “Go.”

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“Go now, you still have time. This bomb will not explode.” Jules' broken voice caught their attention. She pressed her lips together and turned, her back to them. She couldn't allow herself to be seen that way.

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“We don't trade lives.” Captain America's gesture and his insistence made Y/N smile sadly. She fixed her gaze on the one person there she least expected.

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“Will this thing contain the mist, Vision?” Y/N asked, looking at the synthezoid surprised and touched that she finally used his name, she didn't call him 'toaster'.

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“My guess is that it will, Agent Y/L/N.”

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“Then go.”

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“Move everyone, go back.” Steve ordered to the agents who quickly backed away. Steve walked over to the glass and placed his hand against it. “This will not be forgotten. You know how much I love you both, I respect you, I really wish it hadn't ended like this.”

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“Everything will be okay, Steve.” Y/N assured.

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“This is why we got into S.H.I.E.L.D.” Jules whispered with a sad smile.

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“Tell Wanda I love her, okay?” Y/N swallowed hard. It wasn't a request, it was a fucking order. “Make sure she's happy, Steve.”

The blond nodded solemnly, trying not to show weakness, although for a moment Y/N thought he was going to cry. She turned around so she could deactivate that bomb once and for all, when the timer hit zero, only those damn crystals would break. They would die, but at least they would save many lives. Including the love of her life, and that was worth it.

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“Steve?” Jules muttered.

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“Tell Natasha…” Jules started, but she hesitated for a moment. “Tell her that she deserves to be happy. That the past cannot bind us forever, she deserves to move on sometime.”

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Steve seemed more confused than before but he just nodded, accepting that her words were pretty spot on. Once the red and blue shield disappeared from their sight, Jules allowed herself to let out a small terrified sob. Moved, Y/N wrapped her arms around her friend, cradling her again.

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“Shh, everything will be okay.” The taller woman comforted her friend, placing a small kiss on her forehead. She could see how the timer was decreasing.

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“I don't want to die, Y/N/N.” Jules sobbed against her friend's chest. “I know I should be brave as I was trained, but I don't want to die right now.”

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“I know, honey. I know.” She closed her eyes, tears fell down her cheeks.

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“I'm so scared.”

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“It’s okay, sweetie.” Y/N cupped the face of her best friend in her hands. She tried not to break even more, tried to be strong for both of them. After all, this was the end. “I love you, you know? Everything will be okay…”

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“Falling in love does not bring good stuff, huh?” Jules mumbled trying to make it sound like a joke, but he was sadder than she expected.

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“We’re in this together, Julia. Always.” She sighed and closed her eyes, unaware that she repeated those words to herself as well. “We will be okay.”

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00:09

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“I am so proud to be your friend.” Y/N looked into her friend's eyes. “My sister.”

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“You’re mine too… Yelena is going to kill us.” Jules joked in a tear-choked giggle. Y/N just smiled slightly and nodded.

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00:08

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“She will understand. She has Natasha.”

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Jules nodded, completely shocked and terrified.

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00:07

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Y/N took her best friend's hands and brought them to her lips, leaving a small cute kiss on them.

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00:06

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“I'm so sorry she said ‘no’.” Jules whispered.

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“I'm very sorry that she said no. Natasha misses an amazing woman, J.”

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“I was talking about Wanda.”

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00:05

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Y/N swallowed hard. “She will be okay.”

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Wanda. Y/N spent the last moments of her life thinking about her, trying to comfort her best friend, but Wanda never left her mind or her heart. How could she do it? She loved that woman with all her heart. If only they had both been less stubborn. If only they had talked more about what they felt. Y/N wished been less stubborn, maybe accept that Wanda didn't love her anymore, and just keep a friendship. She wished many things within seconds of it all being over. She wanted Wanda to find the love she deserved, cause at least Y/N did it.

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00:04

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At the same time, on the surface of that hotel, Steve was ordering everyone to back off. The Sokovian used her powers to hold off the mercenaries' shots, giving Sam time to fire at them and hold them back. Wanda approached impatiently, noticing how the agents backed away, but neither of them was Y/N.

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“Where's Y/N?!” She asked again, panicking. She felt her heart sink.

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“We must move out of here! Now!” Steve shook his head rather hurriedly, but Wanda ignored him. She just walked into the hotel, being followed by Natasha.

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“Y/N?!”

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She looked around but didn't even know where to run. She couldn't even read her mind, with so much chaos around her.

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“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?”

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00:03

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Y/N kissed her best friend's forehead and stayed with her arms around her.

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“I love you, Hale.” She whispered to her.

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“I love you, Y/L/N.” Jules replied, closing her eyes. Giving up.

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00:02

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“Y/N?!” Wanda's screams echoed, but Y/N never heard her. Natasha took Wanda's arm pulling her up, making sure to get her out of there before the bomb went off.

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The terror of the unknown and the inexplicable. Neither knew what they would face when the clock reached its limit, the consequences that could leave. None of the mercenary soldiers had any idea what they were dealing in, and Rumlow escaped. When the seconds ran out and the clock marked the end of the countdown, the metal artifact opened, breaking all those crystals. There was no explosion, not a huge noise that caused terror in the San Juan residents.

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A gaseous substance, a purple mist began to come out of the crystals, surrounding and embracing the bodies of those women. Panic came to both of them as the mist covered their bodies and began to form a black sticky and slimy substance that hardened on their skin, like a cocoon. The feeling of rock crawling up her body from her.

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Jules trembled and clung to Y/N's body. Y/N could only keep calm and think about the most beautiful moments in her life. Her first kiss with Wanda, the laughter and the passionate kisses they shared in bed after making love. Her first Christmas with a family like the Avengers, the times she had fought with Yelena, hating each other until they became best friends. Their first snowball fight. When Natasha kicked her ass in anger for skipping one of her practices, when Wanda told her that she loved her.

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‘I love you, Y/N... I’m in love with you.’ A huge smile lit up Wanda’s face. Those huge green eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

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“Everything will be okay.” Y/N whispered feeling how that cocoon crawled her limbs, she knew it wasn't going to be okay. Y/N hugged her friend's body until that rock ended up completely covering them, leaving two rocky figures in that container.

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After the mist was gone, an hour later the S.H.I.EL.D science team arrived at the hotel so they could make sure it was safe. Banner assured that there was no type of radiation or danger, so Steve ordered to enter. Wanda was the first to do it, but she barely crossed the threshold of the door, her legs began to shake. Her weakness, the awful pain in her heart. In her mind. In her soul. She fell to her knees, and the tears began to fall. The screams of pain.

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Everyone watched the scene sadly; how two dark rock figures embracing each other inside that container. The doors opened back when the timer reached zero, as if it were a sadistic joke.

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Tears soon fell on Natasha's face, even on Steve, watching that terrifying and sad moment played out in front of them, like a tragic play.

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Next will be Wanda's point of view.

I think if you've seen Agents of Shield, you'll know about the inhumans outbreak. But if not, I will tell you that this is not the end for them.

Chapter two awaits.

And I must say, it is not linked to AoS. It's just naming the same event, differently.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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The Keys

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin, Maryanne, and Sarabeth (the kiddos), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett

Warnings: The pilot crew stealing everything the Seresins pay for, drunk and pouty Natasha, Bob has a restricted candy “schedule”, Mickey just wants to take some photos, Maryanne and Edwin are adorable when they snuggle up beside one of their tgm uncles/ aunts, Bradley is not the best when it comes to sharing snacks, also Rueben was the one to make everyone keys (no one from the pilot expected that)

Word Count: 670

A/N: This is a few weeks after baby Seresin #1 is born. It’s not mentioned here but her name is Sarabeth. (I have names for all the kids now hehe)

Did I base this off of that one scene when everyone except for Monica is in her and Rachel’s apartment on Friends and Phoebe explains that the emergency was “they were out of Doritos”. Yes, yes, I did but then I added my own touch.

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You two barely walk through the door when you hear the TV playing and the chatter of the pilot crew.

You glance over at Jake, who looks just as surprised as you.

“I didn’t know they were coming over. I swear.” He continues to plead his case not wanting to have you be mad at him (as if you ever could… more like annoyed most of the time but you can make that situation better with a simple… “massage”).

You shake your head, closing the door after your husband steps through the doorway.

You walk towards the entrance of the living room with Jake a step behind you. “The keys are for emergencies,” you inform the group for the millionth time.

“We were out of beer,” Javy adds, not looking away from the TV with Ice Age playing and of course, Edwin snuggled up beside (one of favorite uncle’s because if he says he likes one of the guys more than the others than a mini fight breaks out.

Scratch that, the pilots do a dog fight in order to figure out who is the most superior [it gets rough out there when they play] it’s like a rough version of musical chairs).

“And chips,” Bradley mumbles, whose mouth full of sour cream and cheddar chips with Callie grimacing beside him as she steals a handful, followed by Edwin.

He karate chops Reuben when he tries to steal some chips, “no more. These are mine. I bought them.”

Maryanne sits in front of his legs beside Mickey and Callie, she raises her hand up at him wanting more of his, now shared, snack.

Reuben raises a brow, waiting for Bradley’s next move.

The man in question shrugs, “what else am I supposed to do? She’s, their kid. I don’t want to deal with a crying young adult.” “Crying young adult?” Reuben repeats.

“You try telling her she’s a kid.”

The man who was denied some of his buddy’s snack glances down at the little girl only to find that you give everyone when they try to cross you. “No questions here.” He turns to watch the movie.

“And candy,” says Bob who looks like he needs to go to the bathroom with how much he's jittering in the chair.

“Who let Bob have candy?” You ask with your hands on your hips. “We all know he’s not supposed to have candy after three and it’s,” you grab Jake’s wrist, checking his watch,” three fifteen and look at him.” You release his hand, letting it fall beside him.

No one does as you say.

“I said look at him.”

Javy turns, looking over at you, “what’s so different when he has soda at-”

Natasha enters the house with two handfuls of grocery bags most likely full of snacks and drinks (for the kids and adults). She starts snickering when she focuses her attention on your stance. “Looks like we’re busted.”

“Are you drunk?”

She stumbles over her feet, having a minor problem with a normal thing called walking. “No,” she shakes her head, denying your question terribly since she extends the “O.”

“But I did come from the bar… where Penny supplied me with a few drinks and then drove me to the store… and back here. Don’t be mad.” She pleads with puppy eyes and a lip pout.

Oh boy is she intoxicated this evening, it’s not even dinner time yet.

You can’t handle this right now.

You shake your head and turn towards your husband, “you deal with this. I have to change,” you take the car seat from his grasp. “Our baby girl's diaper. Yes, I do. Yes, I do,” you say in a baby voice. “Bye hon,” you don’t remove your gaze from your little girl.

Shoes clacking against the floor briefly enter your ears as you go further down the hallway.

“We wanna see the baby too,” Mickey pouts, you know he’s lifting his camera.

“Not right now, Fanboy,” Jake tells him, shaking his head.

Taglist: @abaker74 @ebonyhogan24 @shanimallina87 @starkleila @kurtkunkle17

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marvelstarker-mha98 · 9 months

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 19: Help

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Pepper potts & Happy Hogan, Tony stark/Pepper Potts, Nick fury & Tony Stark, Clint Barton & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Clint, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark, The avengers. Summary: Avengers (minus thor) talk with fury and with a twist. Warning: bullet, anger and flashback Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique

(imagine Minus Thor and steve in the picture with rhodey, nick fury and maria hill)

A video call had been arranged between everyone upon hearing the news of your revival.

Tony, Pepper, and Happy were in the jet; Rhodey was in his office; Bruce and Clint were in Avengers Tower; and Natasha, Hill, and Fury were in a hideout while waiting for the Triskelion deal to blow over. No one was feeling too excited about the meeting.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tony asked Fury, his tone full of anger and hurt.

"Stark, I assure you the circumstances were-" Fury tried to talk, only to be cut off.

"I'm sick of your circumstances! You had no right to keep her from me! I thought she was dead. Do you know what that does to someone? Do you even have any idea how much it hurts?"

"She wasn't safe."

"She would have been with me!"

"Tony has a point." Bruce spoke up. "I think she would've been safe in the Tower."

Tony nodded, pointing to him. "Thank you, Jolly Green."

"I'm sorry." Fury said in an exasperated tone. "When we found her, the initial plan was to bring her to you. She was the one who refused."

"Why?" Pepper asked.

Her expression was sad. She missed you so much.

"She was worried about the people who were after her." Fury tried to explain. "It was her belief that they would target the ones she loved and so she chose to start a new life."

"It worked." Natasha commented, genuinely impressed with how long you had managed to hide.

"Who knew?" Tony asked.

"That doesn't matter." Fury told him.

"Who knew?" He repeated more sternly.

The director sighed. "Agent Hill, myself, and Agent Coulson."

"Coulson?" Several people questioned at once.

"Coulson knew?" Tony mumbled, quite surprised. "How?"

"He was the one who found her." Hill said.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't believe this."

"Tony-"

"No, I actually don't believe this. Someone's gotta be lying to me."

Happy then surprised everyone by speaking up in their defense. "They're not lying, Tony."

"What?"

"They're telling the truth."

"How would you know?"

"Because I saw her myself."

The following silence was deafening. No one dared speak up, too concerned with Tony's reaction.

The man himself slowly turned to face his friend, not sure of how to react. "I'm sorry, please repeat that."

Happy sighed. "(Y/n) visited me in the hospital last year after the Mandarin bombing."

Again, he got mad. "This is ridiculous! Why does everyone seem to know my daughter is alive but me?"

Pepper put a hand on his arm to try and calm him down. It worked a little bit, he did stop pacing to sit down with her, but he still looked livid.

"How..." He hesitated, struggling to process it all. "How was she?"

"She was amazing." Happy told him, smiling. "She's smart and pretty and she's just like you. Attitude and all."

"So she's literally a mini Stark." Clint commented. "Just what we need."

Natasha shot him a dangerous look and he quickly shut up.

Tony closed his eyes, lowering his head as tears threatened to fall. How one person could feel both mind-numbing sadness and electrifying shock at the same time, he didn't know.

"She wanted to see you." Happy added. "She was scared and confused and told me what Stane did. She said she felt like something bad was going to happen and that she couldn't come back to us yet."

But before he could go on, a beeping alerted everyone to a new presence.

"Sir." JARVIS's voice came through. "I have an urgent message."

Tony, still confused and tired, buried his head in his hands. "What now?"

"I have received news from another artificial intelligence that Miss (Y/n) Stark is in New York City and is in immediate danger. She needs help."

His head shot up and his eyes were wide with surprise.

"Where?" He demanded.

"Footage of the city suggests she is approaching Brooklyn Bridge. She is being pursued by unknown hostiles."

You cursed as bullets whizzed overhead, ducking and holding onto your wheel with an iron grip.

"Stop shooting bullets at my car!" You yelled at the HYDRA pursuers.

Of course, they didn't listen.

As you drove along the bridge you had to swerve around all the other cars. You were going too fast and panic was quickly ensuing due to the giant jet firing at the road. Fortunately for you, the car was special. It didn't just fly.

You punched a button and the hood began to lift up, protecting the majority of the car from being stripped bare by the bullets.

Behind you were several agents on motorcycles, all hooded up and covered in black. Guns were strapped to their backs as they chased you, performing the same maneuvers you did to get around the traffic. Due to them being on bikes, they were faster.

You looked for more special additions to your car and checked below the TV pad where a magenta button and steel lever lay.

You remembered something Coulson told you when he gave you this car, something about how if you were ever stuck or needed a way out, that button would show people where you were.

It was a long shot, but you had to risk it. If you were caught, not only would HYDRA get you, but they would get the scepter also. You were scared to death by the precarious predicament you found yourself in, but the scepter was your priority.

You pulled the lever and prayed it would help, only to be extremely confused as a strange whirring sounded from below the car and gradually centered on the trunk. You glanced in the rear-view to see it sliding away and revealing a small cannon pointed towards the sky.

"How did I never notice that?" You asked.

You then pressed the button above the lever and jumped in your seat as a loud bang erupted from the cannon and it shot a mix of red, black, and purple smoke flares. Even if you were constantly on the move in an attempt to escape, at least there was a trail someone could use to track and help you.

At the Tower, Clint and Bruce were in a hurried conversation about you on the conference call.

Since they were already in New York, they were the best chance you had. Tony was on his way, but he wouldn't arrive fast enough to help you himself.

During the conversation, Bruce noticed something through the windows. It was hard to make out at first due to the glare of the dying sun, but eventually he noticed the plume of colored smoke rising like a signal fire.

"Uh..." He glanced over his shoulder at Clint. "The sky is being weird again."

The archer came over to see what he meant and frowned, his brows furrowed as he observed the phenomenon. Among the purples and blacks and reds were flashes of orange, almost as if a very large gun was being fired.

He knew what it meant.

"That's her." He informed everybody else, grabbing his bow. "Stark, I'm gonna need a waypoint. As accurate as you can."

"Way ahead of you, Everdeen." Tony replied, already doing just that. "She's passing the bridge. Protect her with your life... Please."

Although he never would have said the words under any other circumstance, Clint nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "You got it, boss."

With that, he left the call.

On the Stark jet, Tony continued to stare into space, his mind running in circles.

"What are you going to do?" Pepper asked, recognizing the look in his eyes.

He looked at her, a spark of determination flaring up. "I'm going after her myself."

She nodded, not wanting to argue. She just wanted you back as much as everybody else. She wanted to see you for herself, to see how much you'd grown, to see if you were still the same stubborn but brilliant girl she loved as her own.

"She's going to be okay, right?" Tony asked.

Pepper nodded a second time, holding his hands in her own. "She will be."

"Promise?"

"I do." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Bring her home."

He managed a flicker of a smile before he leaned back and pressed a button on the arm of his seat. From the small button, his suit began to form around him bit by bit and he stood up, taking a few breaths to calm himself. He wanted to help you but the worries that you wouldn't want him back were like storm clouds.

Even though some of his key characteristics were pride and ego, it had come to the point that even he had to admit he had been a horrible father to you. He was just so afraid of you feeling like he did with Howard that he thought isolating you from his life was somehow better, only to realize that was just history repeating itself all over again. He spent sixteen years trying to pretend you didn't exist, and now he would spend the rest of his life trying to make up for that time.

He wanted a daughter again.

It was with a final goodbye to Pepper and Happy that he finally approached the door at the back of the jet. With a carefully typed code it opened just long enough for him to jump out and then shut behind him.

Pepper watched him go with both anxiety and anticipation building up. She trusted him to do whatever he could to save you while not being stupid enough to do something dangerous. Well... She trusted him enough to not get killed in the process at least.

Happy had stayed quiet for the past few minutes, his own nerves going through the roof. He couldn't help feeling like this was somehow his fault. He knew realistically it was a lot of factors, but maybe he should've said something sooner. Maybe they could have gotten to you faster and you wouldn't be running for your life that very second.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

Pepper looked at him, showing a bewildered expression. "What for?"

"(Y/n)..." He took a long gulp of air, clasping his hands together. "If I hadn't... I should've said something."

"Oh, Happy-" "I mean it. She told me she was afraid but I thought I was doing good by keeping the secret. I should've told Tony - or you - anyone! Maybe then she wouldn't be in danger."

"Do you really think she'd want you thinking that? It's not your fault at all."

He shook his head. "When I signed up to be Tony's bodyguard, I signed up to be hers as well. But I expected a narcissistic kid with an ego the size of the continent, I didn't expect her to be so..."

"Sweet? Charming?" Pepper smiled, remembering fondly the first time she met you. "I know."

"What if we lose her before we get her back? Tony is going to hate me."

"He couldn't." She moved over to him so they could talk properly. "You're more than just an employee to him, you know that. You're his friend. Family. I agree that something should've been said sooner, but trust me. We will save (Y/n).

#tony stark #ironman #tony stark & daughter! reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #pepperony #tony stark & happy hogan #pepper potts & happy hogan #tony stark & nick fury #Tony stark & clint barton #Bruce banner & tony stark #bruce banner & clint barton #avengers #mcu #marvel #mcuship

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tobarrow8 · 28 days

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My thoughts on superman and the authority:

To start with the art is absolutely gorgeous it is some of the best I have seen in comics, Mikel Janín and Jordie Bellaire do an amazing job every pannel looks beautiful. The begining is the best part with the set up of this older modern superman and his brief introduction along with the introduction of Manchester Black who is the star of this comic along with superman their dynamic is really good and something I wish they focused more in the comic. The villians are kinda werid it ends up being a conspiracy and brianiac is at the top but they just like leave earth after there first battle leaving ultra humanite and braniac and letter Supermans son John deal with it. They just go another planet called war world but like it ends there. Its only 4 issues, tf happened to the rest of the comic. There was a real opportunity to have these characters go into this new medivial planet hulk type world and see how they adapt, interact with each other and develop as characters but it just ends there. Idk if there's gonna be more there should, it has the potential to be one of the best superman runs since all star superman. I didn't really like the new introduction to natasha irons / steal, it was kinda weird, they just through you into this complex situation and like here's a new character and then she's there now and idk who she is or even her personality traits all I know is she has a grandad called John. Also there are a lot of references especially in the introduction of natasha to modern day technology like tik tok nfts Porno actual body shaming trolls and it just felt cringy and trying to much to be down witb the kids like stop please, whose making you do this grant Morrison. The introduction to midnighter and appollo was good I wish we could see more of there relationship but we don't get to see them much together in the short mini series. The introduction to enchantress was probably the best bit of the comic it really set up the problems she was struggling with in a really creative way that's true to the character but Manchester Black is like just get over it and her problems are never mentioned again - it's rushed character development. The main problem is the length of the series though, it makes the comic feel rushed and complicates characters and doesn't give them adequate growth or development and it has to much going on. Had Morrison had say like 50 or 70 issues he truly could of created something amazing, or something even akin to spider-man life story. Overall, it wasn't bad but far from Morrisons best work so I'd give it a 5.5/10.

#dc #dc comics #superman #authority

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anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount · 2 years

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My Masterlist

Hey everybody! This is just going to be a collection of my writings so they don’t get lost in the sea of reblogs!

Now, as you’ll see, obviously, I don’t have fics for all of these people yet, but I have lots of wips on the way for you all, and lots of ideas that I haven’t even started writing yet, as well as a mini-series that I’ve started writing and haven’t finished. When I finish it, it will get its own masterlist, and the link will be posted here. As well, I’ll try to update this every time I post a fic, and while this is everyone I have plans for writing, I’ll probably include the Guardians in here at some point too!

You can also request any of these people, and I’ll post when my requests are closing, which is unlikely to happen, and you’ll all just have to deal with me being reallllllllllllllly slow to update and answer requests.

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Platonic!Avengers

Touchstarved (March 1st, 2022)

You really hate being touched, but when you get sleep deprived around Bucky, will things change?

Crushes on the Red Sea (March 2nd, 2022)

Your period shows up, so you take the day off. When everybody finds out you’ve been harbouring a secret crush, they pester you until you finally tell them.

Crushes on the Red Sea pt2 (February 19th, 2023)

After a few weeks of dating, Bucky reveals to you that he had heard what Peter said but wanted to hear you say it because he figured there was no way you actually liked him. Softness and fluffiness ensue

I Lost My Phone! (July 4th, 2022)

Reader’s ADHD causes her to lose her phone a lot, when the Avengers find out she has specialized ringtones for all of them, they’re obsessed with finding out what they all are. Note: Sam x Reader is mentioned in this fic, but mostly in the background / end.

Bruce Banner

Bruce’s Birthday 2022 (January 4th, 2023)

After a mission where Bruce had to Hulk out, he’s very protective over you from Hulk even though Hulk’s never hurt you. At some point during the fight, the clock hits midnight, signalling the beginning of his birthday, so naturally, after everyone’s calm again, you give him his present.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky’s Birthday 2022 (March 12th, 2022)

When Bucky gets injured on a mission right before his birthday, you help him celebrate in a special way. An embarrassed you and Steve follow.

Taken (January 4th, 2023)

Tony accidentally finds out that you and Bucky are together.

There You Go (May 20th, 2023)

Reader has been wanting a tattoo forever, but has always been too scared to get it done. Her best friends, Natasha and Wanda, convince her to finally go to where they got theirs. There she meets Bucky Barnes, an absolutely gorgeous man with an entire sleeve of tattooos on his left arm, and he’ll be the one doing her tattoo. What has she gotten herself into?

Clint Barton

Clint’s Birthday 2022 (September 20th, 2022)

While dealing with the major threat that Thanos has become, what will you do when you find out that you’re pregnant? What will happen when the Avengers find out?

Loki Laufeyson

Maria Hill

Maria’s Birthday 2022 (July 24th, 2022)

After 18 months of dating Maria, Natasha realizes that you have no idea when her birthday is, embarassment and cuddles ensue.

Natasha Romanoff

Nat’s Birthday 2022 (December 29th, 2022)

When you get sick trying to make Nat’s birthday perfect, she takes care of you and kisses away every single complaint about her working on her special day.

Peter Parker

Sometimes Life Gets in the Way (April 18th, 2022)

You and Peter, the two youngest Avengers are dating and are ready for your first time to be with each other. When some stuff regarding your parents come to light, things get put off. Especially when you factor in that you’re both starting university.

His Hoodie (July 2nd, 2022)

On laundry day, you’re out of shirts and steal Peter’s hoodie to wear. He might like it more than you originally thought.

Peter's Birthday 2022 (October 17th, 2022)

After being fired from your job, Peter gets you a new one working for Nelson and Murdock. After you burn his birthday dinner, Peter reminds you that you’re going to May’s for a party tonight. After the party, your new boss needs some stitching up after a nasty fight. What a day in the life of Spiderman’s girlfriend, especially on his birthday

Pietro Maximoff

Come Take A Break With Me (February 20th, 2023)

When Pietro realizes that you’e been so busy writing you haven’t taken care of yourself, he convinces you to take a break with him

Phil Coulson

Phil's Birthday 2022 (October 15th, 2022)

For Phil’s birthday, you decide that you want to spend some time with your husband, so you make a phone call and voila, dinner and dessert for two.

Sam Wilson

Sam's Birthday 2022 (November 10th, 2022)

Sam goes on a run every morning with Steve, and you’re always still asleep by the time he comes back, so he showers and crawls back into bed with you for more cuddles and an early morning nap, this morning, when he comes back, you have a spicy surprise for him.

Stephen Strange

Stephen’s Birthday 2022 (November 13th, 2022)

You invite some of Stephen’s friends out for his birthday, after the dinner you take care of your very drunk fiancé.

Steve Rogers

Coming Out (March 18th, 2022)

You decide it’s time for you to come out to the team, even if it means losing everything.

Steve's Birthday 2022 (October 15th, 2022)

During the aftermath of Steve’s birthday, the answer to a truth or dare questions reveals the birthday boy’s virginity status. Reader lends him a hand (and a mouth, and other things).

Or, when Steve tells the team he’s a virgin, how does the one person he has a crush on, the reader, wind up helping him out?

Come To Me (February 17th, 2023)

3 months after the mission that changed your life, you finally let Steve in to help.

T’Challa Udaku

T’Challa’s Birthday 2022 (July 25th, 2022)

While waiting for Bucky to finish cryo, T’Challa was never as nice to you as he was to Steve. Now that Bucky’s awake, will things change? Note: Reader is Bucky’s sister. (Barnes!Reader)

Thor Odinson

Pure (March 27th, 2022)

After everyone else has failed to lift Mjolnir, you’ve been encouraged to try. How do things change when it turns out you can?

Tony Stark

Tony’s Birthday 2022 (August 23rd, 2022)

After weeks of not knowing what to get Tony for his birthday, you finally come up with an idea. Spoiler alert, he loves it.

Wanda Maximoff

Stucky x Reader

WinterWidow x Reader

Uh, Guys? (July 31st, 2023)

You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

Headcanons

Headcanon #1 (January 25th, 2022)

Headcanon #2 (January 30th, 2022)

Chris Evans x Reader

Comfort (Uncle!Chris Evans x Niece!Reader)(special request) (November 17th, 2022)

After a fight between you and your dad, you run over to your Uncle Chris’ house only to find that he’s not there. When he gets home, he helps you feel better with some special Evans’ secrets: hot chocolate and Disney.

Seven Minutes In Heaven

Series Masterlist

Steddie x Reader (Stranger Things)

You Like That? (August 1st, 2023)

You’ve been dating your two boyfriends for about a year, and the three of you have had sex a few times, but nothing major. However, while they’ve been a little more open about what they want to do, you’ve been hiding one thing from them. Your major praise kink.

#my masterlist #mcu writing #people don't normally die here #afmfa writes

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geekynightowl1997 · 3 years

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I'm just gonna say, I can't wait to see Yelena meet Clint and Kate.

I can only imagine the frustration Clint is gonna have dealing with a mini Natasha and a mini him.

#mcu #disney+#Hawkeye TV show #oh my goodness #like Clint already has three kids #but like #now he has to deal with a mini Natasha #like Natasha wasn’t difficult #i can't wait #Black Widow spoilers #yelena #clint barton #kate bishop #hawkeye #black window

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captainsimagines · 2 years

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the warmth of winter || one

Summary: You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted... for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader

Based on the Song: ‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift

Mini-Series (1/6)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; strong language; suggestive language; creepy/clingy coworker; age difference kink (Reader is 25, Bucky is 39)

Word Count: 5,600+

Author’s Note: This is the only chapter without sexual content. This work is explicitly 18+ ONLY.

“Ooof.”

The suitcase snaps back and hits you harshly against an ankle. You take it slow, hoping it won’t swell too bad, and suck in a deep breath to lift it onto the first front porch step. There’s a handbag hanging from your left forearm, smacking against your stomach, and it takes another full minute of struggle for you to finally give up.

“Dad!”

Heavy footsteps sound, and soon enough your dad stumbles through the front door to grab the suitcase from your hand.

“I told you I would do the heavy lifting, Bumblebee,” he says with a slight grumble.

“You’re getting old and I am young, elastic. At least I tried.”

Your dad huffs a laugh and drags the heavy suitcase through the door, opting to leave it near the living room couch for now. Your childhood room was located upstairs and he would definitely need a small breather before lugging it up there too.

“Humor your old man. It’s built into us men! Lift things, cook outdoors…”

“Ha, ha.”

“It’s true! But hey, I’m happy to do it.”

He looks healthier, shining like the day you turned eighteen, the day you graduated university, the day you revealed you had gotten your dream job. His grays have multiplied but he still has his youth; obviously, considering he’s boasting about being your muscle. You haven’t been home since the beginning of the year, living the life in sunny New York City (haha, sunny), so it really is a big deal.

He’s decorated the house like you guys do every year — Christmas tree and stockings, a menorah, and only six red and green candles for Kwanzaa since the seventh went missing during the holiday season of 2013. Your dad has so many friends from around the world who drop by this season — most as surprise, some planned. He usually has to run to the store and buy ingredients for certain dishes, and he would always obtain even more miscellaneous decorations. He’s a people pleaser and it worries you when that applies to other things. You hope no one ever takes advantage of it.

“So, is Sam coming down this time?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s enjoying Louisiana.”

“What about Bruce?”

“Some project of his got greenlit.”

“Natasha?”

“Undercover right now.”

You quirk an eyebrow, “How do you know that?”

“When the text reads ‘undelivered’, you just know.”

So it seems it’ll be a rather quiet holiday season this time around. A few of the neighbors, Wanda and Pietro, and maybe some newbies. “What about—?”

“I’ll just save you the time and tell you who is coming.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“The neighbors are all coming—”

“Ugggggh.”

“Shut it, you.”

You practically cackle and dodge the rogue pillow he snaps your way. There’s a plate of freshly cut fruit on the kitchen counter, so you maneuver yourself expertly around him to devour it.

“And my old army pal, James. It’s his first Christmas alone. Thought he could spend it here.”

Your dad had so many friends but James doesn’t sound familiar. You wrack your brain: okay, there’s Steve, the Captain, who never really visited but always said he would soon, so you only ever saw him when dad visited him instead; there’s James Rhodes, but your dad only calls him Rhodey, so it can’t be that James; and there’s Bucky, the guy your dad rarely mentions because of guilt — the guy who saved his life in an unexpected firefight.

“He staying with us?”

“Yeah,” he sighs low. “It’s the first time I’m seeing him since…”

So it is Bucky. Must be a nickname.

“You gonna be okay with him here?”

Your dad steals the fruit from your fork and battles you for it. You two giggle for a small while until he ultimately wins.

“Of course. I think after talking it through, we’ll be good.”

You don’t dig deeper. If your dad thinks James will be comfortable here and that he’ll find it relaxing, then it’s good enough for you. After all, the more the merrier.

“So, when’s he arriving?”

Your dad steals the fruit off your fork again and pops it into his mouth. “Tonight.”

Your room is relatively untouched. Every so often your dad enters to grab a certain blanket or to use the old desktop computer that whirs randomly in the middle of the night. The bed is made, the closet is organized, and there’s a random pair of running shoes you had simply thrown across the room last time you were here in January. Your dad even vacuumed around them.

The water pressure in your apartment is better than the one here, but you don’t complain. It gets the job done. You unpack the essentials and place them on the bathroom counter. You try to arrange everything the same way you do back at your apartment — makes this short month feel more like being home than on vacation.

And you’re grateful your new job and your new boss are awesome. Three weeks off mandatory leave for any holiday you ask for, paid, as long as you turn everything in by the deadlines. Editing books just seemed like the right career path — you’d charge people in high school and college to review their essays. Just seemed right. And you’re working at one of the biggest publishing companies in New York City and blessed with a boss that realized her workers were human.

Seriously, everything is perfect.

Your phone dings with an incoming message. Okay, almost perfect.

‘Hope you’re doing well. Can’t wait to see you again! - Brock’

The groan that leaves your throat literally scratches it. You went on one date with the guy — ONE DATE — and you even ended it with a gentle, ‘I had a nice time. I’m just not looking to be in a committed relationship right now’. Didn’t work, though. Brock Rumlow is like a mosquito: you feel him invading your personal space, he turns up when you’re least expecting him, he’s drawn to you, and he just doesn’t die.

Okay.

Okay, a little harsh. You mean ‘go away’ rather than ‘die’, but for the sake of dramatics, you’ll ignore that.

He’s not insanely bad. He has good ideas and functions well in group settings and everyone seems to like him when he’s having one of his normal days. Everyone just knows to avoid him when he has a deadline coming up. But he always seems to seek you out when he’s stressed and because of that, you’ve seen the side everyone actively avoids.

Anal-retentive. Obsessed. Clingy. And hopelessly oblivious to your attempts at getting him to leave you alone romantically.

Your fingers hover over the screen as you think of what to say. You can always ignore it. But then he’d call. And you would kill yourself.

‘Doing good. Happy holidays!’

There. Simple. You hope.

You’re busying yourself unpacking when your dad makes this excited sound downstairs. He’s literally cheering and there’s a distinctive noise of hands clapping on backs and polite laughs. You blow a raspberry and sigh. Time to meet new people.

“Bumblebee, get down here!”

“Coming!” you answer, throwing on a knit cardigan before jogging down the stairs. Truthfully, you’re expecting someone close to your dad’s age, maybe older, and you’re prepared for the ‘wounded warrior’ talk your dad was discussing earlier. Except, you’re blindsided by what appears at the doorway.

James is around your dad’s age, maybe the slightest bit younger, with curly dark brown hair and crinkles around his blue eyes. He’s not what you expect — but you weren’t expecting to find Sam or the Captain hot as hell either as you got older. James is perhaps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Radiating warm greetings and holiday spirit, if his ugly Christmas sweater is any indication. Even with that monstrosity he’s wearing, he’s gorgeous. And your dad seems to love it, and Bucky’s chuckling at him, and you realize he knows your dad truly. He wore it for him.

It takes a full glance to finally see it: James has two arms. You’re confused for only a moment, before you snap out of your thoughts and decide to ask your dad later. James laughs at one of your dad’s jokes and looks up toward the staircase to finally see you.

He flashes a kind smile, one that could topple countries and swoon opposing parties: it’s killer, absolutely devastating.

“Uh, hi. Nice to meet you.”

James looks you up and down rather purposefully that it makes you quickly glance at your dad. But he’s too entranced by the hanging snowmen on James’s sweater so he misses it. You clear your throat and smile back, trying to ignore that growing tickling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Here’s the thing about James: For as long as he can remember, with every hook-up or flirty purpose, James has never once, never intended to, or accidentally wanted the attention of people’s daughters. Okay, scratch that. He’s an idiot. Everyone is someone’s son or daughter, but he has never thought that the daughter of one of his friends was attractive. Well, okay, no. Scratch that again. He’s considerate and not a complete asshole, so he recognizes beauty when he sees it. But thinking the daughter was hot? That’s never happened. Until now. And James is about three seconds away from slapping himself upside the head.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Damn, even his voice is devastatingly beautiful. It’s deep enough that it’s not too rumbly, not too monotone. He sounds like even his laugh can turn water into wine.

“Help me with his bags, Bumblebee! C’mon!” If you didn’t know the major fact that James saved your dad’s life and is the sole reason you even have a father, you would believe your dad was genuinely, over the top giddy to see him again.

But you do know the facts and even though your dad is truly happy to see a longtime friend, he’s obviously overcompensating. This is a chance for him and James to talk things through, to air out the awkwardness that James apparently lost a literal limb and thus allowed your dad to come back home. I’ll give him a day to stop laughing at everything James says, you think.

You rush to help with the suitcases, even though James is shooing you away as you try to grab them. Still, you reach for them again because deep down you’re ultimately a good host.

“Damn, what do you have in this one? Rocks?”

“Bumblebee,” your dad scolds.

James laughs and shakes his head, trading you one of the smaller bags for the heavy one. “Just my other pair of boots and some books. It’s almost winter after all! Can’t beat the snow and snuggling up near the fireplace with a good book.”

Books. Just your type of man.

“And you had to bring twelve?” You wear a bright smile that lets both men know you’re only teasing. James hauls the heavy suitcases into the living room and nods as your dad points out the guest room he’ll be occupying.

“Don’t hate, sweetheart. It’s still not enough.”

There it is: the air restricted inside your lungs unexpectedly, pressure building in the temples as your face begs to smile wide in reaction. You’re worried once again that your dad is going to say something about the nickname, like he’ll scold James for calling his only daughter something even he doesn’t call you. But he’s already getting the midnight snack kit ready just in case James even mentions food.

This man is affecting you in ways no man has affected you in a long time — at least, not since college. Not even Rumlow made you feel butterflies or sweet embarrassment on the first and only date. James walks like he owns the room, is quiet like he’s already spoken a thousand words, and as gorgeous as the sun setting in the west. You have the unbelievable urge to make this man some hot chocolate and ask him about his day.

Granted, the goosebumps erupting tell of another thing you’d like to do to this man but that’s out of the question.

“James is staying until after New Years so he’ll need to go shopping sometime this week for… hey, what do you even eat?”

James laughs. “Same thing you do. Except I changed to oat milk.”

“Oh, me too!” you say a little too loudly, inwardly cringing by how high your pitch is. But James just grins and extends his arms like he’s about to match your pitch.

“Better than almond, right?”

He’s got this way about him that’s so surreal, so different. He seems like the type of person who is easy to talk to — someone who listens and reads between the lines. You want to speak with him more, share a beer and get to know him regardless of the maturity levels, and it’s then that you realize that James — with little to no effort — has you wrapped around his finger.

“Blah blah blah, next thing you two will be crucifying me for still drinking milk from a cow,” your dad says, mumbling. You roll your eyes at him and try your hardest to get a grip. This man is your dad’s friend. And he’s several years older than you — a good fifteen at least — and if the feeling you’re getting is anything to go by, it just seems way too taboo.

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, alright? In the morning, since we’re celebrating Hanukkah with my friend Wanda later at night.” James picks up his discarded suitcases effortlessly and nods in agreement to your schedule.

“Hey, I know it’s early but I’m working overtime tonight so I’ve gotta head to bed now,” your dad says to James, then claps him on the back and leads him to the downstairs guest room.

“Nice meeting ya, Bumblebee,” James teases, his voice low.

You cringe. “Don’t call me that.”

He likes this already. The teasing, the joking, the carefree nature you and the rest of the household already have. He was worried this vacation would be too uptight, too knitted, too strung that the slightest mishap would open the seams and spill the contents on the floor. Because James was ready to pass on this invitation. He hadn’t seen his friend in almost fifteen years, and the last encounter involved an awkward lunch and James choking on his tortilla chip before the entrees came out. Ever since then, it’s been greeting cards and the occasional email. This invitation stewed in his brain for two weeks before he accepted it — one phone call and an hour of packing later, James bought a plane ticket and saved it in his Apple wallet. Even Steve encouraged him to go, and apologized about not being able to make the same trip down. Besides, James’s sister decided to spend this holiday season in Italy with her fiance. So he was truly, embarrassingly, family-free. Not that he doesn’t consider Steve family, but it’s different visiting Steve’s mom and acting like he belongs.

James watches from outside the door frame as your dad sets up the room. “Okay, what do you wanna be called?”

“Uh, my name?”

James chuckles and rolls his shoulders. He looks you up and down again, breathes in slowly and finally graces you with another kind smile. “I don’t think I can do that, doll.”

Your chest constricts with a feeling like that of a heavy-loaded semi knocking you out of your shoes and three lanes over. Because the slip of his tongue and the roll of his syllables, perfectly calculated, has made you involuntarily shiver.

And when you shiver because of what a man has said — well, you’re in too deep to disregard the innocent, sweet crush that evolves into a raging, carnal desire to have this man on you, underneath you, and utterly yours.

He speaks like it’s a challenge: he wants you to deny the new nickname. Choose another one. Perhaps insist he call you by your birth name. But instead you smile back and try your hardest not to show anything but innocent politeness.

“That’s fine.” You desperately try to ignore the subtle way his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Nice meeting you, James.”

“Bucky.”

You turn on the staircase and look back over your shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Bucky. My name is Bucky.”

“Okay,” you stage-whisper. “Bucky.”

He grins, lip curling up higher on the right side. He speaks low: a sweet confirmation. “Doll.”

“Hello?” Your little greeting comes out like a sing-song, the bell over the door providing the music. The shop looks empty despite the hundreds of flowers filling it up and Wanda’s instrumental playlist plays on the speakers. “Anyone here? I want to buy some flowers!”

On cue, a head pops out from the back office, already scoffing. “Last time you bought a fuckin’ flower it was an apology to your dad for gettin’ caught taggin’ the abandoned building down the street.”

Clint comes out lugging dozens of roses by the box, shirtless and sweaty. He’s already got this fucking smirk on his face that tells you he’s joking; he even laughs loudly after calling you out.

“Maybe if you were nicer I’d buy some more.” You remove your gloves and heavy jacket, placing them on one of the couches near the violets. “And if I ever do, I’d buy them directly from Wanda.”

He adjusts his hearing aid for a short moment. “Last time the sale was mine,” Clint praises and sets the box on the front counter. He begins sorting through and laying individual roses in their own plastic baggy. “Lookin’ for Wanda?”

“Yeah, she around? Wanted to know what else I should order for tomorrow.”

“Eh, she says Pietro has all the food covered. You just provide the roof.”

Clint runs the shop with pure chaos. He’s done the same routine long enough that he doesn’t prick his fingers anymore on thorns, or end up breaking the new fancy vases Pietro has specially made and ordered. Clint’s come a long way since the Maximoff parents gave him this job, and after they died he seemed to level-up. Now he runs the shop chaotically but efficiently whenever Wanda’s not around; the only thing he loses throughout the weekdays is his shirt.

Last week it was his pants, but.

You take a seat near the counter to watch Clint work. “Ha, ha.” Clint’s a little older than you and Wanda, give or take a few years, so you figure he might know more people from around here than you do. “Hey, you know anyone by the name James Barnes?”

“James Barnes? I know the last name. By any chance, does the dude go by ‘Bucky’?”

“Yup! That one.” You pick out a rose from the box carefully, mindful of the thorns. It smells fresh.

Clint makes a happy noise and runs his palm over his face. He has this wistful look, like he’s remembering something. Your mouth parts as you think of the next thing to say but nothing comes out. Clint’s still in his little happy place and you awkwardly look around the store. Finally, he continues. “Good guy. Excellent bartender. Good fighter. Someone you want on your side.”

“He sounds important.”

“He’s only a few years older than me. Not by much but we still kinda grew up together. Helped me get this gig back when Wanda’s parents were running the place.”

“No shit?”

“Shit,” Clint confirms. He smiles then looks at you weirdly. “Why?”

You sigh, fiddling with your thumbs. You try your best not to let your cheeks heat up. “Dad invited him over this December. He’s in my guest room.”

“No shit!” Clint fumbles putting the rose he was holding into the plastic baggy, then runs around the shop looking for his shirt. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? He hasn’t visited in years!”

“Hey, woah!” You laugh and find his shirt first, holding it behind your back as he tries to reach for it. “Dad’s working overtime and he’s sleeping. Can’t let you and your big fat mouth go in there when everyone knows you’re loud as all hell!”

“Depriving me?” Clint dramatically gasps. He pounces for the shirt but misses as you maneuver around him. “That’s mean, Bumblebee.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname every person in this town has seemed to adopt from your dad. “This guy made a name for himself huh?”

“Promise me I get to say hi tomorrow.”

You squint at him, “Clint, I’m not depriving you of anything. The dude is probably getting ready for bed after driving all day.”

“You get that little melting feelin’ in the pit of your stomach when you meet him?”

It’s quiet on your part — you struggle to form a sentence. Clint’s just goes back to casually walking around the store, easily falling back into routine, waiting for an answer. But from the way he’s smirking, he seems to already know it. He laughs loudly, “Happens to everyone! Swore up and down I was in love with him for a good two weeks before I realized I was in love with the free beers he gave me at eighteen.”

“I didn’t get that sinking feeling—”

“Melting,” Clint sounds out. “Melting. He gives off this special vibe. Straight up, everyone in town loves him. He better hide good before all the middle-aged, divorced housewives come knockin’.”

You’ve got your eyebrows furrowed and a funny grin. Clint’s making it sound like you’ve got a literal celebrity in your house. “Melting.”

Clint smirks, finally snatches the t-shirt from your hand, and throws it over his head. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough. He’s close with all your dad’s friends, man. How did you not know about him?”

James… Bucky… grew up here. Your dad didn’t. Your dad moved here for the cheap prices, liked the atmosphere, and stayed. So, you grew up here. And it was just pure coincidence that your dad and Bucky ended up fighting in the same unit.

You shrug. “Dad never really mentioned him. And when he does, he says ‘James’.”

Clint hums in understanding. “Weird, though. Bucky helped Sam repair the family boat a few years back. Got the thing up and runnin’ again perfectly. Helped Steve with a VA campaign back in Brooklyn a few months ago. Hell, he’s bailed Nat out of jail more times than she can count on her perfectly polished hands.”

“I’ve been away for a year. How do I not know any of this?”

Clint looks at you like he can’t believe it either. “Guess he’s not popular with people from your age group. Bucky stopped giving underage kids drinks a little after he returned from the Army, so.”

Clint was already a year graduated when you were barely a freshman. You spent your young childhood helping Captain Rogers during the ‘protest seasons’, painting signs and baking cookies for the newly returned vets, and marching down the streets of Washington DC. You spent some summers down by the docks with Sam and Sarah, learning how to fish and fix the boat’s engine a thousand times over. So the first and true time you really got to know Clint was during your last year of high school when you became friends with his niece Kate.

Kate played Bottom during the fall production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, loud and boisterous and definitely not an actress, while you played the mildly crazed and horny Helena. But instead of making nice with the girl who played Hermia, you fell for the girl who got her head stuck in the ass’s mask and had to wear it throughout the entirety of the cast party. And you were hooked around Clint’s finger when you brought her home, stumbling over every porch step, until you two finally toppled through the front door. Clint took one hard, long look at you both, bit into his donut, and asked, “Where’s Kate?”

He’s been one of your closest friends since.

You groan softly, “I’m going to the bar. I’ll tell Kate you said hi.”

Clint chuckles, “You do that. I’ll tell Wanda you stopped by.”

He clips the ends of roses long after you walk out of the shop.

The bar looks the same as the last time you visited. The regulars are on the barstools, the same 80s posters of random rock bands are plastered over the walls, and the floor is the same shiny but creaky wood. The only differences are the new flat screen gracing the patrons with Thursday Night football and the Christmas decorations. Plus, there’s a cute little tree in the corner and you know for certain that Kate’s the one who decorated it.

“Now, why didn’t I get the arrival text?”

Kate’s voice is cheery and refreshing. She looks just the same as when you left earlier this January, give or take a few natural differences. Her hair is longer, still jet-black, and she’s taken to winged eyeliner rather than her usual line. It makes her eyes look more sultry, more attentive, and she’s adopted lipgloss instead of lipstick. It’s a decision you don’t agree with as you hate the feeling of loose strands of hair from god knows where getting caught in the gloss. She smacks around the small towel she was just using to clean a glass and starts cheering as you take a seat at the bar.

“I haven’t even had time to sit down. Get me a drink, will ya?”

She sticks her tongue out but does as told. Clint got her this gig after sweet talking Fury for a whole month. She bartends Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights; they’re the best times of the week and you have no idea how Clint swung that.

“Drinkin’ to forget a fella?” Kate smiles, leaning against the counter while blinking her eyelashes. She grabs you a beer after you roll your eyes.

“Drinkin’ to try and get to know one,” you answer, and pop open the bottle. You take a long sip and flush from Kate’s excited gaze. It’s obvious she’s waiting for you to continue. “I think I have a crush on my new housemate. And everyone who I’ve mentioned his name to has gushed like a middle schooler.”

“Ooo, do I know him?” Kate asks quickly, but backtracks. “Wait, house...mate?”

You nod, shyly. “Dad’s friend. Dude who saved his life and almost died trying. Bucky Barnes.”

Kate pauses like her ears must have heard wrong, eyes wide, then her mouth drops as she releases the loudest gasp-scream you’ve ever heard. You should have assumed her reaction would be one of shock but you didn’t really want the angry stares from a few customers who are trying to watch the game.

“THE Bucky Barnes?”

You smile as her voice raises an octave. “Yeah, apparently. Know him?”

Kate laughs again then points at one of the framed photographs behind her. There, a grainy photo that looks like it was taken on a flip phone depicts Fury, who looks only a few years younger, the famous T’Challa who you’ve heard has made it big in California with his and his sister’s big tech company, and Bucky… skinnier, tanner, and sporting one of the brightest smiles ever.

“What was he, like sixteen?” you ask, shocked, and jump over the counter to inspect the photo closer.

Kate snorts and giggles madly. “Believe it or not, but he was twenty-six.”

Your eyes widen in amusement and Kate matches your silly smile. You look closer, and that’s when you see it: Bucky’s left arm is a beautiful, metal, shiny black with intricate gold designs. He holds up some sort of certificate but because of the poor quality you can’t make out what it says.

Kate continues, “Bucky Barnes looked like a twink until his early thirties. Saw him for ten minutes a few years ago. Hot damn.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous, but Kate is spitting truth: Bucky Barnes, since the second you first saw him this afternoon, is hot damn.

“Gonna tap that?”

“Who says that anymore?” you tease, shoving her shoulder playfully. She shoo’s you back over the counter.

“I’m serious. You didn’t grow up with the guy. This is the first time you’ve met him, I assume?”

“It’s like I’m the only person in town who hasn’t.”

“Makes sense. He moved to Brooklyn when we were kids. Came back one time when you were down in Louisiana with Sam. Has a pollen allergy so he never went into Wanda’s shop. Came back last year for a week but you were working and I was at a conference.”

“So, I’ve literally missed him.”

“Each time,” Kate confirms. “You know, I fully support this affair—”

“Stop talking.” You roll your eyes and take a larger gulp of your beer. The thought of getting it on with the Bucky Barnes is getting even more and more risque. You and Kate speak a while longer, catching up on discussions about work, friends, family, pets, the works. She’s a little busy so she can only make mild small talk, but coming home and not visiting her that very day? Not possible.

She only brings up Bucky again when you’re about to leave. She gives her approval, then goes back to working. But only for a moment because she pours two shots, passes one to you, and exclaims, “To DILFS!”

To your surprise, about half the bar repeats the dirty chant back. “He got kids?”

“No,” Kate laughs, and shoots back the shot. “Not that this town knows of. And we know a lot.”

God, you’ve missed her. So loud and energetic and isn’t afraid to tussle with her fists or words. Your friends back in New York are more reserved, work-oriented — and sure, that’s great and all but they don’t give you that feeling of childhood wonder the same way your friends down here do. It’s your first year working at that company, and you’ve got to put the time and effort in. Once you get a better footing, you can start scheduling more vacation days.

You don’t know what you were expecting from asking about Bucky around town. Guess you were hoping for some bad stories that would quickly extinguish any flame that previously ignited by just hearing him speak. You wanted a reason to avoid him or adopt him as yet another father figure, but now that’s near to impossible. ‘DILF’ really does fit him and it would take a fucking firing squad to get that image out of your mind.

Bucky has planted his hyped influence in your house, in the room right beneath yours, in the back of your mind — and you find that you don’t hate it one bit.

“You’re up late.”

The silky voice startles you and you do a little jump in your chair. You run your palm over your entire face and chuckle back at him. “It’s gonna take me a few more days to get used to not working until midnight.”

Bucky nods in understanding. He goes to the fridge to pull out a water bottle and unscrews the cap. “You his only kid? I remember him saying he had a three-year old at home way back in the desert.”

That makes you gush. The thought of your dad, freshly eighteen and living the most horrible part of his life, telling his whole squad about the three-year old he was trying to create a better life for… it makes you a little emotional. You’re used to the attention: hell, whenever your dad was working, Sam, Steve, and Bruce would reenact Three Men and a Baby at the local grocery store to get dates. “Yeah. Had me at fifteen; kept me around even after my mom ditched. He joined the army for the benefits and money. Left me with his sister while he was fighting.”

“Fifteen… So what, that makes you…?” Bucky looks to be doing the math behind his eyes and a tiny smirk starts forming on his very pink lips.

“Twenty-five. Yup.” You clear your throat and move the spoon in your tea. The lights from the Christmas tree are on and twinkling and seven of the eight candles of the menorah are lit. Bucky takes the time to marvel at the light too. “You forty as well, or?”

“Just about. Thirty-nine.” Bucky looks back to you and blushes. He rubs the back of his neck with his metal hand. It seems to have had a few minor upgrades since the photo at the bar was taken. It’s the same size as his flesh one and its movement is fluid: thirteen years of experience (if he got it a twenty-six), you guess.

“Hmm.” You really wish you had turned the television on or something. It’s too quiet and all that can be heard is your breathing. Your dad left for work an hour ago.

Your little hum has Bucky’s mind whirring. What is that supposed to mean? It’s stupid to overthink it, but he wants to know. Was it a little hum to simply acknowledge his age? Was it a brush-off? Or was it acknowledgement with a sprinkle of interest? Bucky’s a lot of things and being an underthinker isn’t one of them.

It’s already slightly awkward, so you decide to do it now. Rip the band-aid off. You have to say it. “Look, I don’t know how to say this. Or if I should even bring it up… but I’d like to thank you for saving his life.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, seriously. I wouldn’t have had a dad growing up. I mean, I have a lot of father figures. But like…”

He smiles, but takes another sip of water to somehow hide it. “I know what you mean.”

The gesture makes your stomach churn. “Okay… good. I won’t mention it again.”

Bucky’s dressed in a tight, black t-shirt and those cliche red checkered pajama pants. His hair looks recently washed and the ends are curling in all directions. Bucky’s also got subtle bags under his eyes: he must have napped while you were out. He doesn’t look thirty-nine. Granted, you’re used to your dad going gray early from the stress at work. Bucky doesn’t have gray on his head, not that you can see from where you’re sitting. He does seem to have some grays in his beard. You want to stand and look closer, out of curiosity, and to maybe see just how blue his eyes really are.

“So, uh, what are you?” Bucky says with an awkward smile, twirling his index finger in the air.

“Huh?”

He then points to the Christmas tree, to the Menorah, to the ‘Happy Holidays’ pillow cases. “You Christian? Jewish? Undecided?”

“Oh!” You cover your mouth as a giant smile threatens to break through. “During this time, um, Dad and I have a lot of friends who visit. Sometimes on different days so we figured for the entire month of December, it should feel like everyone’s welcome. It’s quite funny because we aren’t, like, anything specific. All the colors are nice, though.”

“I think that’s very welcoming.”

He must be blushing as hard as you are right now. His cheeks are pinker than when you started this conversation. “You?”

Bucky shrugs, “Father was Catholic. Mom was Jewish. Guess that’s why I like your little set-up so much.”

You chuckle, then it falls silent again. But it’s not some awkward silence this time: it’s charged with tiny smiles and little shuffles of the feet. That odd feeling starts in the middle of your chest, travels down through each individual rib, and settles nicely in the pit of your stomach. It’s not really butterflies, it’s more like — melting.

You suck in a deep breath and stand to pour your remaining tea down the sink. “I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward. I’m usually very talkative with dad’s friends.”

He shrugs again. “No worries. I basically ambushed you on my way to get water.”

It’s an exaggeration but you know Bucky says it because he must be feeling it too. When goosebumps erupt on your arms, you can’t really expect the conversation to be labeled as innocent. You quickly change the subject. “Well, hey, I usually go running with my friend Wanda in the mornings but I’ll be back before nine to take you shopping.”

“Oh, great!”

You bring your hand up to chew on your index nail for a few seconds. The action makes Bucky’s gaze immediately drop to your lips. Quickly, you say, “Goodnight, Bucky.” You slowly walk past him and to the stairs.

He snaps himself from his daze fast. “Night, doll.”

“You calling me that makes me feel like some 1940s princess,” you teasingly complain, turning on your heel to look back at him.

That’s exactly why he says it. He’s always been interested in period pieces, old music, even movies based during those years. It’s such a delicate nickname, one assigned to people who truly fit the bill, and Bucky, ever since the moment he saw you hop the final stair and bounce into the room, thought you were an absolute doll.

Bucky bites his lip and screws the water bottle shut. “Took one look at ya and that’s the name that came to mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you take tiny backward steps until you reach the staircase railing. “Each time you say it, it sounds like you’re trying to pick me up.”

“Mm.”

The air you try to breathe stops in the middle of your throat. You’re not sure your lungs even tasted it. His tiny hum of acknowledgement is so subtle, so innocent, that it’s not innocent at all. You shouldn’t say it — hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking it — but you want him to elaborate on that hum, to explain with great detail just why he didn’t bother denying it.

“Yeah… Anyway… Night.”

Bucky smirks as he watches you walk away. He only feels a little guilty for enjoying the view.

xxMoni

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Heyy so it's my birthday in a couple of days (the 8th) and I was wondering if you could write some Avengers x reader birthday headcannons! Like how all or any of the Avengers would react to Avenger!reader birthday and what would they do thanks xx

The avengers when your birthday is near

Let’s make something straight, Tony has everyone’s birthday on record and gets a reminder for them ahead of time

So when your birthday is near Tony gather everyone for a mini meeting while you’re not around

They set on a birthday party and divide the roles of everyone

Steve and Bucky are getting the cake mainly because it doesn’t mean they’ll have to deal with technology with it

Natasha knows and peter are the ones responsible for decoration, it’s themed based on your hero suit

Clint and Bruce are responsible for gifts, because their the most down to earth and unnoticeable in the public

Tony makes the god brothers distract you the enter week until the day of your said birthday

"Loki…since when do you like going on early morning jogs?"

"Since now, and keep up thor reached his third lap around the park"

By the time your birthday comes around you’re too tired from all the activities of the week that when you walk in into the meeting room with tony you’re like deep in headlights

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" Everyone cheered

"You guys…I can’t believe it!"

Everything is perfect….well almost perfect since the cake fell on Bruce after you blew out the candles

Which resulted in a food fight and your hair being covered in frosting

By the end of the day you were sitting on the floor with Loki and Bucky helping you unwrap your gifts and eating what’s left and edible of the cake they got you

Though the cleaning duty makes everyone a bit grumpy since pepper wasn’t pleased with the after mess

Btw 80% of the snacks they got you was stolen and hid in your room for some later time to snack on alone

You also took many pictures that you’re sure you can black mail a few individuals with

"Oh come on! Not with the party hat!"

"But you look great clint!"

And you’re pretty sure Peter fainted from the amount of sugar he consumed

Overall it was one of your best days ever

Btw sorry if I’m late and happy birthday dear 🤍

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May I ask for a Loki x reader: Im going for a "the ugly duckling" or "Cinderella" view in this, Tony makes a bet to some of the guys to find a date for the evening gala that was on within a few hours- without leaving the Tower! Loki happens to bump into reader- she was the caretaker, the person nobody saw, heard or noticed. But Loki was pleased-at least he wasnt gonna loose the bet! Standing in the grand room awaiting his "date", he felt a timid tap on his arm and turns to see a shy beauty...

YES i love this! Also, this is officially my first request on tumblr so i'm very happy😁

i hope it turned out as you wanted it to, happy reading! i didn't mean this to be this long but here we are, there are probably many mistakes, feel free to correct me!

mini note: i think loki can create things, if he can't and i'm wrong, please pretend he can :)

date-Loki Laufeyson x reader

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"Okay so i have Pepper, Clint already has Laura. Does any one of you have a date?" Tony asked the boys. They were all sitting in the living room.

"Do we really need to have one?" Bucky asked, he was still shy to do the dating kind of stuff. He had a small crush on a girl but there was no way he would ask her.

"It would look nice but anyway, it's not like you could find one in a few hours."

"Is that a challenge Stark?" Loki smirked.

"Find one and i'll do anything you want for a day. If you can't, you'll do too." Tony suggested.

"Anything?"

"Yup, anything." Tony thought he wouldn't accept it. He was wrong.

"Okay, deal." Loki got up.

"Oh by the way, you have to find someone from the tower." Tony smirked this time.

"You didn't say that before i agreed to do this." Loki was nervous now, he knew Natasha or Wanda would never do something like that.

"You were so confident, what happened?" Tony teased.

"I am, see you later." Loki lied easily and left the room. He went to find the girls to ask if there was a small chance they would agree to this. He was trying to think how to ask them and he didn't look at where he was going so he bumped into someone. She seemed like a caretaker, her clothes were a little dirty and hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. He had never seen her before, she was pretty even at that moment. He thought maybe he would be able to make her agree to come with him so he decided to ask her.

"I'm sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going." he apologised, the girl softly blushed and smiled.

"It's okay i wasn't careful, it's my fault. Sorry." she lifted the book that fell down when they bumped from the ground and fixed her clothes.

"Oh no, please don't say that Lady ..."

"y/n, you don't have to say lady." she smiled.

"Okay, y/n. Nice to meet you, Loki." he held out his hand and she shook it kindly.

"I'll go back to work, have a nice day." she smiled and turned around to leave but Loki stopped her.

"Could i ask you a favour?"

"Of course, what is it?" she was so kind and shy.

"Here's the thing, Tony and i made a bet that i would find a date for the gala tonight, someone from the tower. And since Natasha or Wanda would never agree, would you like to join me? I promised i would do anything for him for a day if i couldn't find a date and i really don't want to lose." She seemed surprised, of course she wasn't waiting something like that. She expected him to say clean the kitchen or something like that.

"Um, are you sure you would want me to come with you? I could tell to the other girls, i'm sure many of them would love to accompany you."

"And why would you do that?"

"Well first of all i don't have anything that nice to wear at a gala. And i'm not really the type to be comfortable around all the cameras and press." she gave him a weak smile.

"Well if the dress is your problem we could fix that easily. And for the press, i wouldn't leave a pretty lady like you alone, don't worry. If you don't want to come it's okay, just say it." She blushed at his compliment and nodded.

"Okay, i can manage for a few hours i suppose. How are we fixing the dress problem though?"

"Could you take me to your room?" Loki asked.

"Uh, yeah sure. This way." she leaded the way and they walked to her room together. She opened the door with her keycard when they came to her room.

"Please don't mind the mess, i couldn't find many time this week."

"It's nothing, i'm sure it's better than mine." he smiled and got in the room.

"Okay so, what would you like to wear?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your dress. How do you want it?"

"Anything that pleases you works." she smiled. Loki couldn't believe how kind she was. She first accepted his offer and now wanted him to choose her dress.

"Okay, i suppose you'd like this," he made a move with his hands and a dress appeared on her bed. It was dark green with golden stripes on the sides, not too long but not too short either.

"Wow, i uh, i love it. Thank you." she smiled. Loki really liked this girl, she was perfect.

"It's nothing, please keep it afterwards. I'll let you get dressed. Meet me in the grand room when you're finished?"

"Sure, okay. Thanks again." he smiled and left her room, memorizing the door number. He went back upstairs to his room to get dressed but ran into Tony on the way.

"Hey, you found your date yet?" Tony smirked, thinking he didn't.

"I did actually." Loki smiled and kept walking, leaving Tony surprised. He wore a fancy all-black suit with a dark green tie, matching her dress. He fixed his hair and went to the grand room to wait for her.

"What happened to your date?" Tony asked Loki. He really didn't think he found someone.

"I think she'll be here any minute." Loki answered and checked his watch. He thought maybe he would go check on her but his thoughts were cut off when he felt a timid tap on his arm. He turned around and saw y/n in the dress, her hair perfectly styled and with a little bit of makeup. She didn't even need it, he thought. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"Hi." she blushed.

"Hey."

"You look nice." she smiled. Loki held her hand making her gasp for a second.

"You look.." he paused for a second, thinking what to say. "like an absolute goddess." Her smile grew even wider making Loki chuckle.

"Thank you, for the compliment and the dress. It's really comfortable and beautiful. I, uh, never really wore something like this before so it's a nice first."

"It's not the dress why it looks this good, it's you." Loki complimented her again. She felt like she was going to die from happiness and shyness.

"Okay there's no way you found her in this tower. Tell me miss, did he enchant you to come with him in the market or something?" Tony asked.

"No, Mr. Stark, i work here." she smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah, i'm y/n, Ms. Potts had hired me a few years back."

"We had you in this tower for years and this is the first time i'm seeing you? Wow." Tony smiled with a surprised face.

"Well it's nice to meet you, i hope we'll see you around more from now on." Tony shook her hand and turned around to leave them alone with Loki again.

"Stark?" Loki stopped him.

"Yes?"

"I won."

"Yeah i realised that, i was leaving not to embarrass myself more." he smiled kept walking making her and Loki chuckle.

"Are you ready?"

"Definitely."

"I'm glad i bumped into you, you are amazing." Loki smiled and held her hand tighter as they walked to the car to go to the gala.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls.

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

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Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder.

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.”

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.”

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here.

The door is left open for him.

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof.

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.”

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them.

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering.

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list.

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something.

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.”

“So build a better one.”

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks.

“The whole thing.”

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out.

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better.

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly.

“You’ll die an idiot.”

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly.

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you.

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while?

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to.

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106.

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.”

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky.

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan.

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed?

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm.

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again.

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles.

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off.

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether.

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented.

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him.

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter.

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however.

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later.

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.”

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute.

True to your word, his powers do return a while later.

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text.

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him.

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him.

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show.

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malum-forev · 3 years

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Galas, New Dates and Exes (Pt. 3)

Warning: drama, pregnancy loss, sad Bucky.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up and they see each other for the first time at one of Tony's parties. The only problem is, she has a new date.

Word Count: 1.5k

Comment if you would be interested in a pt. 4! Would you guys like to keep this as a mini series? (aka just two more parts?)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt. 5 Pt.6

“She never told him.” Natasha whispered, shocked. As the realization set in, she saw Steve marching towards the ex-couple in the balcony. She grabbed his bicep, “Steve, don’t.”

“Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of twisted joke? He has the right to know- do you have any idea of how heartbroken he’s been these last few months.” Steve shot back, anger slowly enveloping his whole body.

As Natasha heard what the captain was saying, she too felt her body consumed by anger. “Did you hit your head on something? Please tell me if you did because what you’re saying makes no sense! Am I supposed to feel bad for Bucky? I’m sorry the guy got what he deserved.”

“This is my best friend we’re talking about.” Steve warned.

“He’s been dealing with his consequences, while (y/n) has been dealing with the worst loss a woman could ever feel. I never had the chance to feel that, but after seeing and consoling (y/n) these last six months I’m glad I never got the opportunity.” She said, still holding him with a death grip.

“Let. Me. Go.” He said, he didn’t want to hurt his friend but in this exact moment the only thing he could think of was to tell Bucky what had really happened.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do.” Natasha matched his tone. As Steve tried to break free from the redhead’s grip, she quickly twisted his arm and pinned him to the ground. Taking the, now broken, champagne glass to his jugular.

This commotion obviously made everyone turn around. Even (y/n) and Bucky came running into the room. Sam, who had only just regained consciousness after the massive revelation came rushing towards the two.

“This is just a drinking game that we made up!” He said with a laugh, trying to diffuse the situation. “It may not seem like it but Steve is actually winning!”

The other people started laughing awkwardly, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room.

The only thing that was heard was Peter saying: “I knew you guys were in some sort of weird sex cult!”

“You know, I wouldn’t have imagined that America’s ass and perfect citizen Captain America, would be into these freaky things.” Tony said as he came over. “As for you, I expected none the less.”

The crowd started to separate, and Natasha let out a nervous laugh as she stood up and extended a hand towards Steve.

“She’s right Steve.” Sam said in a whisper. “This is between the two of them, we don’t need to be messing around with that.”

Natasha turned around to face Steve. “I’m sorry about that, but I made a promise to (y/n). I opened my huge mouth, I messed up. But I can’t let you tell Bucky.”

“You know he has the right to know.” Was the only thing Steve could say, looking out at where (y/n) and Bucky were. “He’s been devastated ever since they broke things off.”

“You know he was the one who started that fight. He may have had the right to know then, but after everything he did, he doesn’t have the right now.” Natasha said.

“Steve, you know Bucky is my partner, but she’s right. Whatever is in the past, leave it there.” Sam patted his friend on the shoulder.

“I was once in the past, doesn’t mean I should have been left there. She’s going to have to tell him at some point. If she doesn’t, I will.” Was the only thing he said before storming off to the bar.

Outside, a completely different conversation was taking place.

“You know I still want to be with you, why would you say that?” Bucky whispered.

“Buck, you know you’re only saying that because you’re jealous.” (Y/n) laughed, not being able to keep up her tough façade. She never could with him. As she turned to face him, she saw the thing that could always make her melt. His smile. It was hard to get a smile out of him, but whenever he flashed his pearly whites at her it was like a ray of sunlight flashed and all her problems disappeared. “What? You smiling because you know it’s true?”

“I’m smiling because you called me Buck.” He said, taking her hand and pulling up towards his lips. Planting a soft kiss on her permanently black and blue knuckles. She was always embarrassed of them, it was like she could hear her mother scolding her about not being lady-like. ‘Nice girls don’t have bruises all over their bodies. Do you know what people will think of you?’ She heard her mother say. ‘I’m more interested in boys not looking up girls’ skirts than I am about what irrelevant people have to say.’ She would always reply, leaving her mother speechless and her father proud. Even if she never heard it from her, she knew her mother was proud. She knew that they were smiling down at her.

(Y/n) knew she wasn’t supposed to enjoy the warm feeling taking over her body. She knew it was wrong of her not to pull her hand away and storm off. But she had been feeling so unlike herself ever since the breakup, she just wanted to feel normal again. “That is you’re name, is it not?” she hummed looking up from her hand to the pools of blue hues that adorned his face.

“You called me Bucky earlier, you only call me that when you’re angry.” Bucky said taking her other hand and pulling her closer to him. “And it was never a ‘you didn’t put your socks in the hamper’ mad, it was always a ‘you definitely crossed the line’ mad.”

(Y/n) decided to ignore his comment and rest her head on his chest, she knew everything she was doing was wrong but couldn’t help it. He kissed her temple and for a moment, it was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them. Months of tears and red wine stained teeth simply vanished with one single kiss. Bucky took (y/n)’s hand and placed it on his shoulder, taking the other one to guide her to the beat of his humming. She didn’t recognize the song, he had played it for her once or twice saying it reminded him of the old days.

“Do you remember that time we were out in Madripoor? After that mission?” She said, lifting her head a little, only to see him looking back at her.

“You mean the time I got wasted on that strange liquor?” he laughed, the thought of her trying to drag him through the streets making him smile.

“Exactly!” She managed to say through huffs of laughter. “The night two-drinks Booze Bucky appeared!”

He kept humming and dancing with (y/n) for a couple of minutes before she knew it was time to separate. “We had some good times.”

She felt him tense up as soon as she said that. “We can still have them, we can even create more good memories.”

“You know we can’t handsome.” She managed to croak out, her throat closing up. She felt that burning sensation on her neck, it was as if her body was trying live in the memories.

“We can, I know we can.” Bucky looked down at her, his eyes pleading and his voice reduced to a whisper. “You know I want to, please tell me you do too. Those memories are all I have.”

“Memories are always better in your mind.” She said, shattering the dream-like moment they were living.

Bucky shook his head, trying to stop the tears from rushing down his face. His emotions bubbling up inside of him, he could feel a panic attack coming. “Take that off.”

The sound of his stern voice startling her. “What are you talking about?”

“Take that fucking jacket off.” He said once more, not being able to contain the stinging feeling at the corners of his eyes. “Just tell me that guy is here to make me jealous, that he means nothing and I’ll forget everything we said that night, I promise. Please just-please.”

(Y/n) saw him pleading, a side of Bucky that almost never came out. “Buck I need to tell you something about that nig-“

(Y/n) was interrupted by Pepper coming out into the balcony. “(Y/n)?”

As the former couple turned around, Pepper continued: “Nicholas just called, um-he- he wanted to know if he could have your number. Can I give it to him?”

(Y/n) felt torn between two worlds. Her past with Bucky or a new beginning with Nicholas. She knew her answer.

“Yes, you can tell him to call me.” She felt ashamed by her reply, Pepper nodded her head and started heading out. Before taking one last look at Bucky, she took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “Buck I just wanted you to know, we will always love you. No matter what.”

With an encrypted message, Bucky was left behind. Seeing the love of his life leave him, for the second time.

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helloalycia · 3 years

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my patient’s neighbour [six] // wanda maximoff

summary: after spending some more time with Wanda against your will, you begin to realise how she feels for you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope you like angst! because you got it 👀 also there’s only one more part left after this so be prepared!

"You look like you're on a warpath."

I stopped speed walking around the place when Natasha appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of me. She seemed entertained, before she realised I was probably actually on a warpath.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, amusement replaced with concern in seconds.

"Wanda happened," was all I said, before walking around her and storming up to the Sokovian in question.

When she spotted me, she opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't give her chance to as I grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

"Sorry, if you'll excuse me," Wanda got out to the guests she was chatting with, before I yanked her away. She began to complain as I did, asking, "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!"

I ignored her and proceeded to drag her away, certain that steam would be coming from my ears if this was a cartoon. Finding a private place to talk, I let go of her hand and spun around with a glare.

"Your thoughts are very loud right now," she said playfully, clearly not reading the situation.

"Then you know that I'm imagining several different ways to murder you," I got out between gritted teeth.

She scrunched her nose. "They all end in you going to prison."

Something about that obnoxious smile she wore and the way her hazel eyes watched me with anticipation was making me angrier by the second.

"How can you do that?!" I asked with exasperation.

She quirked a brow. "And what is 'that' exactly?"

I locked my jaw. "You ruined my date! You kept getting into my head all day, you were rude to Elise, and you're just– you're oozing with jealousy when you're the one who broke up with me!"

She scrunched her nose for the second time, and whereas I would have once found that endearing, I know found it greatly frustrating.

"Oozing? Really? Who says that?"

I closed my hands into fists, trying not to get baited by her purposeful obliviousness. But she was already under my skin, and ever since she broke up with me, the anger had been bubbling away, ready to come out.

"You're such a bitch, Wanda!" I shouted at her without hesitation. "You don't care that you just ruined my chance at moving on! Six months has passed since you broke up with me – you don't get to be jealous! I had to learn to be without you because you gave up on us and that's on you! So, you don't get to be here and make me feel bad for having a chance at a date because you can't make up your mind about us. It's not fair!"

My shoulders relaxed as I got my thoughts out, the anger still present but not as heavy on my back. She was infuriating as I watched her. Barely fazed by my words, a small smile played on her lips. She did nothing to acknowledge my mini speech, instead waiting for me to say something else.

"Seriously?!" I squeaked, my voice rising with annoyance. "Nothing?!"

As if pulled from a daydream, she straightened up and seemed confused. "Huh?"

I groaned loudly, eyebrows raised with disbelief. "For God's sake, Wanda!" Running out of patience, I shook my head and glared harshly. "I want you to stay away from me. You don't get to be in my life like this. And just in case you don't understand what I'm saying, here's something you will. Otvali (fuck off)!"

Not bothering to wait for a response, I stomped past her and didn't look back. As I was walking away, a tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away without question. She didn't get to do this to me, not again. It wasn't fair.

—

Despite practically yelling in Wanda's face to stay away from me, she didn't take the hint. Instead, I proceeded to see her two more times in places I least expected it. To be fair, I don't think she did it on purpose. But she could have easily walked the other way and pretended not to see me. Instead, she thought it would be best to piss me off further.

The first time was when I was at a park with a new patient I was caring for. He was wheelchair-bound, so I pushed him around as we spoke to pass the time. We eventually stopped at a newspaper stand since he wanted to buy a few magazines, and that's when I conveniently got bumped into by the Sokovian witch.

"Y/N, hey!" she exclaimed when I turned to see who was there. She had a wide smile on her face, eyes shining bright under the sun. Admittedly, it took my breath away for a second, as I didn't expect it in the slightest. But then I remembered who it was and tried to ignore the way my heart rate sped up.

"Hello," I mumbled, before looking back to the newspaper stand with hopes she'd go away.

"And who is this beautiful young woman, Y/N?" my patient, Dayton, asked as he noticed her beside me.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out the best response without earning more questions from Dayton, but Wanda decided to answer instead.

"We were girlfriends," she told Dayton with a grin, eyes glancing to me.

"Key word being were," I added quickly, shooting her a look, before looking to Dayton. "It's not a big deal."

"It may not be to you, but it's good to see you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said softly, grin fading into a genuine smile.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating the way her words had such an effect on me. Her stupid accent and her stupid smile and her stupid pretty eyes. Hated it all.

"Ooh, what does that mean?" Dayton asked, looking up between us.

"Nothing, Dayton," I told him calmly, before nodding to the stand. "Just buy your magazines whilst I talk to Wanda."

He shrugged and did as I said, leaving me a moment to stand back and look to Wanda disapprovingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice so I wouldn't make a scene. Nothing was accidental with her.

"Just enjoying a walk through the park," she answered with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, enjoy your walk."

As I made an attempt to leave, she stepped in front of me suddenly.

"Wait, can we talk?" she asked, losing any sense of mischief.

"No," I deadpanned. "Now, can I leave?"

She frowned, eyes pleading. "Please?"

"I said no."

She sighed, glancing around with irritation. Her eyes settled on the flower stand beside the newspaper stand and I didn't have chance to question what she was thinking before her eyes began to glow red. Raising her hand conspicuously, red wisps of energy appeared and she levitated a single flower from one of the many bouquets, hovering it before me.

"For you," she said, and I ripped it out of the air, frantically looking around in case anyone saw.

"Very clever," I said sarcastically, before looking at the flower and shaking my head. "Stealing isn't cool, by the way."

I dropped the flower on the ground and walked away, my foot stepping on it as I did. She needed to get a damn hint.

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The second time Wanda reappeared in my life was when Anna invited me to Sasha's home for a visit. I'd been once before, a few weeks after she'd moved in with her granddaughter's family, but not since then. This time, she'd invited me over again to catch up and I assumed it would just be me and her family; Oh, how wrong I was.

Sasha and her family were pretty wealthy, their house sitting on the outskirts of New York and on its own private land. She was a lawyer, hence the wealth, and her home was absolutely stunning with its high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and three floor structure. Even as I parked out front for the second time in my life, I was blown away.

As I got out of my car and locked it, I noticed another car parking out front – a taxi, dropping someone off. Curious, I waited to see who it was. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a familiar face exiting the taxi and paying the driver. When the taxi drove off, Wanda saw me and began to smile with amusement, joining me at the front door.

"The stalking is getting creepy you know," I told her when she stood by my side.

I knocked on the door using the giant knocker and waited patiently for someone to answer.

"I'd love to take the credit for this," Wanda answered, and I could see her smug smile in my peripheral, "but I was invited by Anna."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, both at Wanda's presence and Anna's secrecy. "Of course she did..."

The door opened to reveal none other than Anna Pivec herself, balancing on her cane and grinning at the sight of Wanda and I.

"Devushki (girls), you made it!" she exclaimed with delight, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in!"

We both entered her home and watched as she closed the door before giving us both a big hug without warning.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her gently. "It's good to see you, too, Anna."

Anna laughed wholeheartedly before pulling away. "I'm sorry. I just missed you both is all. It's so good to have you here, together again. Just like old times."

I forced a small smile, knowing what she meant but also feeling a pang in my heart because it wasn't completely like old times, not really. Naturally, my eyes fell to Wanda who was already looking my way, a similar expression on her face. I wondered if she was thinking the same.

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the kitchen where everybody else is," Anna said, already leading the way. "They're excited to have you over again."

"You didn't mention Wanda would be here, too," I noted as she led us through the main hall.

"Oh, didn't I?" she replied, feigning confusion. "I must have forgotten."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, ignoring the obnoxious smile that returned to Wanda's lips as we followed Anna.

She led us to the kitchen where Sasha and her husband were preparing some food for the supposed barbecue we'd be having. I'd met her husband the last time I visited, so it was easy to get reacquainted with them both as we met them again.

After a brief catch up, Wanda and I offered to help with the food, but Sasha insisted we take a break and hang out with the twins – her kids – whilst they cooked it up outside. So, I soon found myself heading to the living room with Wanda as Anna went to fetch the twins from their bedrooms upstairs.

I wasn't exactly keen on being left alone with Wanda, so I decided not to say anything and simply keep to myself as we waited for Anna's return. Killing time, I wandered around the living room and looked at the family photos hung on the wall. It was the same as last time, except now there were a few new additions, clearly from Anna, which made me smile without thinking.

They were of Wanda, Anna and I, back when I used to care for her and we'd hang out at her apartment. Some were in the apartment itself whilst others were from places we'd visited together on different occasions. I recognised a handful of them from when Wanda and I were just friends and a few more from when we were a couple. It was clear in the photos which were which, as Wanda was holding my waist and grinning from ear to ear, myself doing the same. For a split second, I almost forgot she'd broken my heart.

"Wow, we looked really cute together, didn't we?" her stupid Sokovian accent sounded by my ear, and I lost my smile when I felt Wanda's presence stood a little too close to me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the photos on the wall and I tried not to get frustrated, but she made it impossible.

"Yeah, we were," I agreed, noticing the surprise on her face at my words, but then I continued, "until you dumped me because you were too scared to stay in a relationship."

Her smile faded at my words and I left her standing there, instead going to the couch to wait there. I wasn't sure why Anna had kept those photographs of us, but I wished she hadn't.

After what felt like forever, Anna finally returned with her two great-grandkids in tow. Alex and Marina, both seven-years-old, grinned adorably at Wanda and I, betraying their missing teeth.

"Well, look who it is," Wanda said with a bright smile, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "My favourite set of twins."

Despite how annoying she was, I couldn't help but smile at the way she treated kids. She was always so good with them generally, way better than I was.

"G.G. said we could play Mario Kart," Marina said behind a nervous smile, looking between us. "Can we?"

G.G. was what they called Anna – short for 'great-grandmother'. I found it cute that they accepted her into the family so easily, like no time had been missed.

"I think we can," I said with a warm smile. "But I can't promise we'll take it easy on you."

Alex fist-pumped with excitement before running to the TV to set up his Nintendo Switch. Marina, the calmer of the two, motioned for Wanda and I to take a seat on the couch with her. Anna joined us, taking her place on the recliner, and watched with amusement.

Wanda and I had never actually visited them together, so it was refreshing to see how excited they got around her. Clearly she'd made an impression last time.

"For you," Alex said politely, holding out a controller to me.

"Why thank you," I said, accepting it. "So polite."

He seemed embarrassed as he did the same with Wanda, who hadn't stopped smiling since they came in. After handing his sister a controller, he joined us on the couch, forcing everyone to move up a little and making Wanda press closer to me at the end of the seat. I gave her a knowing look to which she smiled innocently, making me roll my eyes.

"You not gonna have a go, Anna?" Wanda teased Anna as Alex began to set up the game.

"The moving cars makes my head spin," the older Sokovian woman admitted. "You guys enjoy though."

Soon enough, the first game commenced and I was surprised at how competitive I was being, adamant on at least beating Wanda if not the twins. They, of course, spent all their time playing this, so Marina won Wanda and I easily. Wanda came in fourth, I came in third and Alex came in second.

"You just got lucky," Wanda said with a shrug, glancing at me.

"If you say so," I played along, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

"I'm being Toad this time!" Marina exclaimed as Alex set up the next round.

"I'll be Princess Peach," Wanda decided nonchalantly.

"She won't help you win," I said without thinking.

"We'll see, milashka (cutie)," she responded with a playful smile.

I nudged her in the arm, signalling for her to not call me that, but she only smiled wider as she looked back to the screen.

We had a few more rounds, Wanda winning none of them and Marina winning all of them, when Alex began to complain.

"It's not fair, you have to be cheating!" he said to his sister.

"I'm just better," Marina stated casually, making me laugh.

Alex rolled his eyes before looking to Wanda. "Did you used to play this with Pietro? Did he cheat, too?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise at the mention of Wanda's dead twin brother. I didn't think she'd tell the twins of him, but then I realised that it was only fitting to mention her twin brother to a set of twins that probably reminded her of herself.

Wanda smiled gently. "We didn't have these games as kids, Alex. But when Piet and I played other things, yes, he did cheat."

Alex sighed, glancing at his sister with distaste before looking to me. "Did you used to play this when you were younger, Y/N?"

"Kind of... I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I used to play at my cousin's house whenever I visited," I explained. "And it wasn't a Switch. We had something called a Super Nintendo."

"Woah, you're old," Alex muttered with disbelief.

"Alex!" Anna scolded, making me laugh.

"It's okay, he's technically right," I said with a shrug.

"Milaya (sweetie), if you're old, then I'm ancient," Anna said disapprovingly.

"Right, sorry," I said, trying to stifle my smile.

We played another round and as Wanda and I were closing in on the finish line, my joystick began to veer left despite me aiming it to the right. I looked down in time to see red wisps of energy pushing it the other way.

"Yes! I won you," Wanda sang with pride, looking to me as her eyes faded from red to its hazel colour.

"You cheated," I said, eyebrows raised. "I just saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she played dumb.

"Wanda," I said, giving her a knowing look. "You sure it was Pietro who used to cheat when you were kids?"

She grinned. "Very sure."

I studied her closely, entertained smile tugging at my lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I let you beat me since you won't admit it."

She shrugged, nudging me in the side gently. "Suit yourself."

"You're supposed to let your wife win anyway," Alex said naively, and I almost choked on my own spit when he did.

"What?" I spluttered out, losing my smile.

Wanda was doing her absolute best not to laugh as her eyes glanced towards me, noticing my shocked expression.

"Your wife – Wanda?" Alex said like it was obvious. "Our dad says he lets our mum win stuff all the time. It's what you do when you're married."

"I– we–" I paused, clearing my throat and suddenly feeling very warm. "We're not married, Alex."

Alex furrowed his brows with confusion. "But G.G. said that you weren't together."

"But that doesn't mean we're married," I said slowly, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Medovyy (honey), they're not together anymore, you're right," Anna started to correct him, though she looked like she was seconds away from laughing herself, "but I never said they were married."

Alex didn't seem to understand still. He pointed to Wanda's hands. "But she's wearing a ring."

Everyone looked down to Wanda's hands which were adorned by several rings on many of her fingers, though none were on her ring finger, so I didn't get what Alex was thinking.

"I always wear rings," Wanda told him with amusement.

"But–"

"That's her right hand, idiot," Marina said to her brother with a scoff.

"No, it's her left," he said knowingly, before raising his left hand in the air and pointing to her right hand opposite him.

Marina rolled her eyes, already fed up with her twin's antics. She stood beside him and motioned to his hands as she explained, "That's your left. It's her right. Like a reflection. It's not a wedding ring."

It took a few seconds for Alex to understand, but when he did, he began to get flustered.

"Oh," was all he said, before returning to his seat. "My bad."

Anna laughed at her great-grandson's embarrassment as I began to flush with a similar embarrassment in my seat. Meanwhile, Wanda was biting her lip to contain her own laughter, eyes teasing me as they glanced at me with amusement.

Today was definitely not going to plan.

—

After gaming with the kids for a little while longer, we were all eventually called into the garden to have lunch together. Sasha and her husband had barbecued a variety of chicken, meat and vegetables for us to eat which was delicious. It gave us the chance to hear everything Anna had been up to with her family and for her to catch up with what's going on in Wanda and I's lives.

Anna seemed a lot happier, the happiest I'd ever seen her, when she was with family. I was glad that she was fitting in and that it brought her closer to her late-husband and daughter. This was all she'd ever wanted and she'd finally gotten it. Despite tricking Wanda and I into coming, I was kind of glad to be there because even if I wouldn't admit it at the time, it was just like old times.

After having dessert and conversing for longer than we realised over some tea and coffee, Wanda and I decided it was best we leave.

"Remember to come by anytime," Anna said to us both by the front door. "You don't even have to call!"

I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Anna. It was great to see you again. I had a lot of fun today."

"Me, too," Wanda agreed. "It's really good to see you so happy."

Anna sighed contently. "Spasibo (thank you). Both of you." Pausing with thought, her eyes flickered between us both. "I do hope that you resolve things soon. For both of your benefit."

Chewing on my lip, I chose not to say anything. Wanda seemed to feel the same, opting to stay quiet, making Anna breath out halfheartedly.

"Right, well... are you both okay getting home?" she asked, changing the subject.

After reassuring her that we were, we gave her a giant hug before bidding her a goodbye. Once the door closed, I awkwardly glanced at Wanda before heading to my car.

"Hey, is it stupid if I ask for a ride?" Wanda's voice said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her following after me, half walking and half running to fall into step with me. I refrained from rolling my eyes as I continued walking to my car.

"Didn't you get a taxi?" was all I said.

"Yeah, but my place is on the way to yours," she answered like it was nothing, finally catching up to me and grinning by my side when we reached my car. "And you're free, so..."

I narrowed my eyes impatiently.

"I won't do or say anything to piss you off," she added, putting out her pinky. "Promise."

As frustrating as she was, I wasn't a bitch, and we'd actually kind of gotten along today. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped to the side and motioned for her to get in the car. She wiggled her pinky, but when realising I wouldn't interlink mine, she lowered it.

A genuine smile fell on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

I simply returned the nod before getting into the driver's seat as she did with the passenger's seat. I put Wanda's address in the sat nav before setting off, trying not to overthink the silence that filled the car. Obviously, that was impossible, so I gripped the steering wheel tighter and glanced at Wanda.

"You can put the radio on if you want," I said uncomfortably, shifting around in my seat.

She tensed her jaw, looking (oddly enough) as uncomfortable as I felt, which was strange since she was content annoying me earlier. With a nod, she turned the radio on and some random pop music played quietly in the background, easing my nerves but not making anything more tolerable. It took about ten minutes for me to adjust to the silence when I finally got comfortable, focusing on driving and getting to Wanda's flat quickly.

Without warning, Wanda began to speak in Russian, but it was way too fast and incomprehensible so I had no idea what she was saying.

"Wanda, slow down, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to cut her off, but she continued to ramble right over me, making me roll my eyes. "Wanda, I don't understand you!"

When I looked to her between driving, she seemed extremely passionate and stern about whatever she was saying. I wished I understood because whatever it was seemed to be eating away at her. I tried to ask her to slow down, speak English, do something to help me out, but she was stuck in tunnel vision, speaking quickly and with sadness.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a minute, she stopped talking and took a deep breath. I furrowed my eyebrows judgementally, eyeing her with confusion.

"The hell was that?!" I asked with surprise.

She didn't reply, making me curse under my breath. At the next red traffic light, I looked to her properly, noticing the distracted stare she directed my way.

"Wanda, what was that?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together, hazel eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions that I couldn't make out. I thought she'd answer me, but she still stayed silent.

"Seriously, Wanda, what?"

The traffic light began to go orange and I sighed with annoyance, figuring she'd lost her marbles. But then she finally spoke, my attention half on her and half on the road.

"Ya skuchayu po tebe (I miss you)," she said softly, without mischief or annoyance or anger or anything. Just sincerity.

She looked away after that, eyes drifting to her shoes, probably thinking I didn't understand. But I did and I knew it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but I felt my heart ache in my chest as I put my foot on the gas to make the green light.

When I finally reached her apartment building, I waited for her to say something, but she looked as lost in her thoughts than I did whilst driving.

"Wanda," I called quietly, getting her attention.

She blinked, realising we were at her place. Clearing her throat, she barely looked my way as she mumbled, "Thanks for the ride."

As she opened the car door and got out, beginning to walk to her building, I rolled down the passenger's window and called her name. She stopped, looking over to me with a raised brow.

My mouth felt dry as I said, "I know what 'I miss you' is in Russian." Her eyes widened, embarrassed that she'd been caught, and I continued, "You don't get to miss me."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. And I didn't wait to hear her come up with a response as I rolled my window up and set off again. She couldn't act like that when it was her fault we broke up. It wasn't fair on either of us.

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Till' The End of Time

Chapter 10

New York City, 2012

In an empty alcove of the helicarrier, Loki stands taunting his brother with a fall to his imminent death- Phil Coulson stands behind the corner holding a blaster from the lower armory gathering up the courage to battle the vengeful God.

"The humans think us invincible. Care to test that theory?"

Coulson rounds the corner pounding a brainwashed guard. A friend of his. In the head, hopefully just giving him a minor concussion, as the guard falls to the ground both gods look to him,

"Move away, please."

Loki steps away from the touchpad.

"You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the destroyer. Even I don't know what it does." He hits the side button letting the gun power up with vibrant orange electrical currents.

"Do you want to find out?" Before he can question and further Phil feels a sharp pierce through his left shoulder causing him to drop the weapon, Loki appeared behind him. Driving his staff through the mortal’s upper back.

"No!" Thor screams pounding and wailing against the glass of the cell. His brother’s actions send him into a fit of rage and desperation.

Phil Coulson survived. For now. Currently battling for his life in a Shield ICU, and a less than inspiring (more of getting your shit together) speech from fury led the avengers back to new york.

Down on the ground Lenora, Steve, Nat, and a now mentally 'stable' Clint are in charge of damage control. Deal with the aliens, keep as many civilians out of harm’s way as possible.

Trying to maintain calm is close to impossible as a wormhole opens in the sky- aliens, hundreds of them burst forth rushing out of the hole in the sky.

"Stark are you seeing this?"

"Seeing. Still working on believing."

"Where's Banner? Has he shown up yet?"

"Banner?"

"Just keep me posted."

Lenora's eyes run over all the creatures... "I guess... There's nothing to do but fight."

"Lottie?" Her wife is heard asking, Lenora merely spares her a look, saying nothing before she runs forward. Her feet carry her right under one of the aliens as it falls from the sky, she allows a pointed spear of her powers to burst forth from her hand, she violently swipes against the air, as the blue glow hits the creature Sparks fly out against it like mini fire working enveloping the edges, the beam slices through the creature’s body cutting the thing in half. Its now lifeless state falls to the ground cut in two. Top and bottom.

Her mate watches in almost disbelief as she continues to run forward, going for the next after the next, nats have never seen the full extent of her powers only heard stories from Tony and Rhodes, Steve on the other hand is nothing short of bewildered. He's never even dreamt of such a thing."

Clint's voice cuts the silence, "So...are we not gonna help her?" He questions.

The soulmates snap out of it, hearing from their co-worker, they share a look and then rush forth chasing down the same path as Lenora.

The three shield affiliates crouch down behind a catch formulating a plan, 1. To gather civilians from the remaining buildings. 2. Shut down the portal. They watch as Loki drives a chariot of the beasts forward, explosions follow leaving cars overturned and hundred at a loss.

"They're fish in a barrel down there."

"We got this, you're good. Go." Nat ensures Steve her head pointing in the direction of her wife, over in the distance she continues slicing aliens in half, blowing up the ones she can, those she can't Clint manages to shoot with his arrows.

"Are you sure you can hold them off?" He asks the marksmen.

"Captain. It would be my genuine pleasure."

Steve bounces off a slipped-over car, using his shield as protection. Clint and Lenora rush to a capsized bus, attempting to get as many children out of the vehicle as possible, Natasha keeps watch, shooting at any of those things that manage to get close.

Tony flies through the sky attempting to taunt one of the giant flying fuckers, encouraging the Chitauri to follow him.

"Well. No, we got his attention. What the hell was step two?"

Lenora jumps up against an overturned machine, allowing her to blast at snarling aliens, another rounds to her back trying to grab on to her. Before she can do anything of it, Thor finally joins the battle on the ground. His thunderous lightning bounded over the seen, many of the Chitauri fell paralyzed after the shocks ravaged their bodies.

"What's the story upstairs?"

"The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable."

"Thor's right, we got to deal with these guys." Tony notifies them through the comms.

"How do we do this?"

"As a team."

"I have unfinished business with Loki."

"Yeah? Get in line?"

"Save it. Loki's going to keep this fight focused on us, and that's what we need. Without him, these things run wild. We've got Tony on top, he's gonna need us to..." Before Steve can finish Bruce comes to join the fight, his broken-down motorcycle, sputtering as it approaches the rest of the group.

"...So this all seems horrible."

"Sorry."

"No, we could use a little worse."

"Stark. We got him."

"Banner?"

"Just like you said."

"Then tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the part to you."

"Tony flys around the corner of the block, the monstrous creature in the sky slamming against the side of a building as it continues to chase him.

"I don't see how that's much of a party."

".....I wanna slice it."

"Lottie."

"what?"

Steve shakes his head, "Dr. Banner... Now would be a good time to get angry."

"That’s my secret captain. I'm always angry."

And then he releases the hulk.

"Whoo! Go big guy!" Lenora shouts after him, the green giant gives her a bright toothy smile then leaps up to smash the aliens ahead.

Thor stands upon the empire state building, sending a giant electric shock fourth through the wormhole in the sky, blasting each of the incoming aliens into pieces.

"Stark. You've got a lot of strays sniffing your tail."

"I'm just trying to keep them off the streets."

"Stay safe, my love." She shouts past the noise of the attack.

"Always, babygirl."

"Well, they can't bank worth a damn. To find a tight corner."

"I will Roger that."

Tony twists and turns, attempting to get the creatures and confused as possible, heading into an abandoned parking garage, heaving forth out of the structure a group of Chitauri run into a building exploding shortly after.

Over on 6th Nat uses Steve's shield as a trampoline, jumping and grabbing onto a Chariot killing off the driver, and taking the reigns for herself. Tony flys through a drove, arriving at the scene, he blasts one across from Steve and lifts Lenora into the sky allowing her to blight a line of the aliens with her own power. He flys back into the sky shortly after. Barley managing to witness Hulk punch their god of a mate, inside the now ruins of the grand central station.

Upon the helicarrier flight deck, Director Fury attempts to shoot down a plane carrying a nuclear warhead headed for the city. A secondary manages to escape."

"Starks, do you hear me? You have a missile headed for the city."

"How long?"

"Three minutes, Max. The payload will wipe out midtown."

"Jarvis put everything we've got into thrusters."

"I just did." The A.I responds.

Tony shoots off to the sky and his wives continue to fight, brains reeling at the realization of what's to come.

Natasha pushes the scepter into the mass by Selvig, "I can close it! Tony, can you read me? I can close it!"

"Do it!" Steve tells her.

"Not yet!" Tony yells back into the comms.

"Stark, these things are still coming."

"I got a nuke coming in. It's gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it."

"TONY, NO!"

"That's a one-way trip, stark."

"Save the rest for the turn J," he tells his noncorporeal partner. "Sir, shall I try Mr. Rhodes?" Tony sighs at the thought, "Might as well."

James Rhodes runs down the path of the airbase, watching on his phone a live broadcast- seeing his husband carry a missile in the sky, his wives fight for their lives.

He gets a call, then picks up the phone.

"Tony please tell me I'm having a fever dream."

"I wish I could sugar bear."

"God damnit! Tones, don't do this."

"James, you know I have to."

"Tony what about me !? I need you. I need to have you."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'd love you till the end of time."

"yeah... Till the end of time."

Tony approaches the wormhole, and he hangs up the phone.

He heads through the hole and Lenora breaks.

She drops to her knees, his pants rip as she skids upon the ground, skinning her knees- bloody. She wails.

So emotional she can no longer contain her strength, the blue rips out from beneath her, around her, from her, it's expands enveloping everything- the lasting aliens swell and burst into oblivion and the glass windows of skyscrapers shatter.

The only thing left to be heard is her unending sobs. Each of her mates feels her pain radiates out she feels like she's dying.

The others look on in sorrow at the remains of the aliens and to the still-open portal, they take a moment to mourn.

Each of them sees the explosion.

The portal starts to close.

Then they see it. Tony falls.

Lottie looks up a cracked gasp exhales from her lungs she gets off her bloody knees and runs forward under her husband's falling body, tears still streaming down her face, she uses her energy to pull up and slow his descent, she gently puts his body to rest upon the ground.

Sniffling, she grabs at his helmet opening prying it off Tony's face, he still doesn't wake, she cries out harder at his catatonic state, burying his face into his neck trying to shake him awake. With begs of "Tony, please. Not now, not like this."

Being unable to watch the scene any longer Steve steps forward trying to pry her off the engineer but she pushes him off with a burst, Steve can't say he's surprised as he falls on his ass.

Hulk is enraged. This isn't fair.

He roars.

And then.

Tony's eyes snap open.

"What the hell?"

"Tony"

"Baby?"

"mhm"

Stumbling into the empty shawarma restaurant, the owners look up shocked trying to sweep up the rubble.

Tony offers to pay for all repairs and the couple is easily willing to seat the hero's for a meal, they each collapse into their chairs thankful for the food.

Lottie can't let go of Tony, the two of them are both leaning against each other for support.

Everyone slowly eats in silence, trying to wrap their heads around the events of the day, the doors jingling of the bell causes them all to rear their heads.

Rhodey stands still in the restaurant’s doorway, obvious tears stains litter his cheeks, still, in his military uniform, he stands frozen.

"You fucking idiots." His voice breaks.

His spouses rush into his arms, each of the other soulmates watches on at the private moment, equally excited to meet him, yet not wanting to interrupt.

Tony takes his husband's face in his hands watching him with a tearful smile before asking, "you hungry?"

Rhodes lets out a small. Laugh-

"Yeah. Starving."

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Unintentional Father II

SUMMARY: Steve Rogers had always liked you, from the first time you had stepped foot in the Avengers Compound, to your no-nonsense perspective in the world. Never taking shit from anyone, especially Tony; everyone liked you, liked your son who you bring along from time to time upon the request of Pepper Stark and many of the women in the compound. So how was it possible that he was here talking to Director Fury with you, and the small little fact that he was the father of your adorable blue eyed baby. How was that even possible when he couldn’t even ask you out on a date properly? CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers x Reader; son!OMC (Grant); Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Possible Smut(?) Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 4,118 A/N; Yep. This is gonna be 5-parts, not 3. Lol. Mini Series it is then!

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Part 2: Father Figure

To say the past few weeks was terrible was an understatement. You had to deal with a handful of things in a short amount of time all at the same time. Your baby sitter had been cancelling on you three times in the last week alone and Pepper had simply suggested that you hire Morgan's Nanny to help you out with your son. You had no other choice but to accept it, knowing there was an even bigger mess you had to deal with at the moment.

Another attack on New York had led to your apartment being destroyed. A good thing that you had Grant join you in a meeting with investors in the compound during that time, a small silver lining that the babysitter was not available at the time. It now forced you stay in the compound, upon Tony and Pepper's insistence, it also eliminated the travel time you almost always dreaded whenever you drive with your son to the Compound. Grant gets stuffy in the car and will make it known to you and to anyone else that might also be in the car with you. Silver lining, Y/N, that's what's important.

Then there was the fact that the Government was trying and somewhat failing to seize a few of Tony's project, something they were not allowed to do while Tony was alive and everyone, including you, knew that he will never hand willingly. Not able to get what they want, Stark Industries as well as the dozens of Foundations were now being investigated for reasons you were still really unsure about.

Being the Head of Finance, you were always the one being questions about the funding of the company as well that of the Avengers, even their everyday spending both on mission and post-missions were added. It also meant you were threatened day in and day out that you will be thrown in jail if things don't match up the way they should have or in the way you say they were.

You were far from scared, Tony has the best lawyers and you had known well enough in the years of working with the Stark's that you know what to say and what to omit. It was the investigation and the added work pile that had gotten to you the most.

Then the added awkwardness between you and Steve was also getting to you. No longer was there this air of silence between the two of you, the small talks, or even the subtle back and forth flirting between the two of you. It was just a gentle smile before the other would walk the other direction. It had been going on for weeks, and as much as you would have wanted to talk to someone about it, preferably Nat or Wanda that you had gotten more close to since staying in the compound, your priority was dealing with the investigating committee and hoping to at least tear them to shreds if you had the chance.

"The audacity of those pigs." You muttered under your breath seeing the committee had now taken a more personal route to attack you.

After just finishing up the conference call with Tony and a handful of his lawyers, all you wanted to do was stab each and every single one of the committee in the eye for their questions now directed on your personal life. Grant was being placed into a situation he doesn't even know of. A situation that shouldn't even involve him to begin with.

Only a limited number of people knew about was the fact that Grant was in fact from a sperm bank. It was the Stark's, the clinic, and the Sperm Bank you had went to. How the committee had known about such a fact was still beyond you. You knew someone had let it slip and hell was sure to pay. During your pregnancy and in the following months after, everyone was led to believe that you got pregnant the traditional way before breaking up with the said father. Being private with your personal life as you were, no one had asked questions you didn't have any answers to. it brought peace to you and for your son that's a godsend to you.

"Just say the word and we can sue all of them." One of the lawyers of Tony suggested.

You nodded. This was a breach of contract and now your son was to be placed in a situation you didn't have any control over. So much for the white lie you were prepared to tell your son when he gets older. Someone needed to pay. In whatever shape or form you were allowed to dish out.

With a plan already in motion with the lawyers, they had made their excuse, leaving you in the presence of Tony in the empty meeting room.

"You know who the father is?" Tony inquired, popping a blueberry into his mouth, eyes looking at the monitors instead of you.

"No." You muttered.

You had been fixated with the idea of a child, in whatever shape or form, that the idea of seeing who the donor was would only dampen the experience. Just the idea of knowing the man would hinder in the independence you would have want to make for yourself and the family you were to decide for. A face or a name would bring more question, questions you knew should not be answered.

"I never really got around to ask, but why go through such extent?" Tony asked, attention now turned to you.

As much as they did know how, no one really knew why. You did make a name for yourself as someone that had establish the company further than it already was. The independence and tactless persona everyone believes of you to have, the judgment that was sure to come towards your son wasn't something you wanted to deal with.

"A good man is rare to come by in this day and age." You respond, seeing the disaster that had been your father, one of the reasons why having a man be a part of your family was debatable. What if they turn out to be just like him? Neglectful to a fault, and it would only leave you to pick up the broken pieces and the mental scarring that was sure to form in your son's mind, just like what had happened to you.

"In this time and age, men continue to disappoint me, No offense to Pep." You jabbed avoiding the blueberry being thrown at you by Tony. The conversation turned less serious now.

"What about Rogers, a little bit of a prude, but he is much of the goody two shoes you seem to like in your men, no offense." He jabbed right back, avoiding the paperweight being thrown at him by you.

"Why do I even try to have a decent conversation with you." You muttered under your breath before excusing yourself from the meeting room. Any longer you might just practice on Tony what you were sure to do to the people responsible for breaking the NDA.

For the first time in a while, you were free from meetings for the rest of the day. Mind already thinking of ways to spend the rest of the day with your son, who either was in the care of his new Nanny or being spoiled by his Aunt Nattie and Aunt Wanda.

The last thing you would have ever thought to see was Steve, alone with you son, back resting against his chest as he continued on with sketching. With innocent awe, this was the rare instance that you saw your son still, not wanting to interrupt Steve.

For a while you didn't want to interrupt this moment between the two. Entertaining the idea that Tony had thrown at you at the meeting room as well as the countless of opportunities he seizes when the two of you were in the same room.

When your son caught sight of you, the familiar blue hues you would never get used to seeing widen, the familiar grin on his lips only brought a smile on your own--ignoring the fact that he caught you being a creep in the corner watching the two of them.

"Mama!" Grant squealed making you widen your smile and immerge from the shadows.

After the awkwardness that had been Steve being called Dada, Grant had eventually called your name and the first word fiasco was long forgotten. It also didn't hurt to know that Grant called Tony as Pony and more disastrously Bucky was Fucky that had everyone laughing, Sam enjoying it the most, not surprisingly.

When Steve's eyes turned up towards you, it didn't escape your eyes how he had switched the page. A picture of your son and of yourself was seen. You decided to ignore that little fact for now, you were more curious with why was Steve the one watching Grant.

"Nat and Wanda were brought in for an emergency mission." Steve explained as if he had read your mind, hands resting on your son's torso as he moved as gently as possible, placing his sketchbook and pencil on the coffee table.

You could only nod, accepting the explanation. No hard feelings to either Nat or Wanda, missions were a priority, you were more annoyed with the Nanny.

"The Nanny had called in sick the last minute, Pep said." Steve had added with a smile.

"Are you a mind-reader now, Rogers?" You inquired, head leaning forward slightly, the smile on your face remained. The gentle hues of pink on his cheeks was adorable.

"Uhm, just know you well enough to know you'd put the nanny on witch trial."

"Not much of a Witch trial." You muttered embarrassed with being easily read this past few days. The investigation was really getting to you it seems. "I just don't want to have anyone else depending on to take care of my son while I'm gone." Your answer was the truth, something you were still trying to come to terms with.

It was getting harder to juggle everything all at once.

"It's fine. I was just wasting the day away myself." Steve assured eyes falling towards Grant that had his focus solely on Steve's arms. Nibble hands fisting the arm hair--Steve unfazed by the action amazing you more. "And I like spending time with Grant, it's good to have him spending time with some male-figures too."

"Still." You said finally coming to take Grant from Steve immediately. His words were unwarranted. You can take care of your own son all on your own. With or without a male-figure. Grant fussy to now leave Steve's hold. "I don't want to take more of your precious break away from you with my son. That's not your job, Steve. It's mine."

It had to be said. There was a boundary that you wanted to make. For yourself and for your son. It was not about Steve, but it was the fact that your plan was falling apart before your very eyes and you were still thinking of a way to stand back up from it. The Government knew about your son, knew how he was conceived, to be used against you if you were not careful.

"I'm sorry." Steve was quick to apologize. "I think I've said that the wrong way." He muttered with a quick sigh. "I know you're more than capable of taking care of Grant. Everyone can see it, I can see it. You're juggling between Stark Industries, the Avengers, and even your own son. I can never see anyone do the things you do--not even Pepper for that matter."

You bit your lips, hiding the smile from fighting to come out at his words. There was this flutter in your stomach all over again. Whatever it was, you did want to acknowledge it at the moment. Not when you had more important matters to deal with.

"Can I say something else instead?" He asked and you finally let out a smile, nodding at him to retract his statement.

"Can I take Grant and you out? To the park? A quick walk around Coney Islands or something?"

Was he asking you out? More importantly, why does it seem like you were the afterthought in this situation. You had been used to getting asked out, but your son was always an afterthought, never was he the one to be included willingly unless there was an ulterior motive--Steve was different. Continuously proving you wrong about men, it may seem.

Your lack of a response from you was almost an answer enough as Steve finally stood from his place on the sofa.

You blinked realizing he was about to leave before you could give him a proper answer. Calling out for his name, he refused to turned as he slowly made his way out of the room. God knows where things would be between the two of you after seeing the defeated look on his face and the words you know you can't take back.

"Dada!" Grant squeal had finally made the man stop in his tracks. Turning, a soft stern look was on his face, but his attention had been on your son.

Soft blue hues meeting stormy ocean blues.

"We talked about this, Buddy. It's Steve or Stevie." He pointed out.

"Dada!" Grant responded right back, a cheeky grin on his plump face. "Dada Tib!" he squealed finally breaking you into a fit of giggle.

Maybe it was alright to try things with Steve. It wasn't hard to like him and the constant deal breaker you had had with the other men was what they would do to your son; Steve would be more than likely to accept Grant as much as a son if you'd allow it.

"I think Coney Islands sounds like a good way to spend the rest of the day." You finally added to the conversation, Steve's head jerked towards you. "I think Grant would also like some cotton candy from the fair." You added turning your gaze towards your son again.

"Are 10-month olds allowed Cotton Candy?" Worry laced his tone further proving your point about him.

"Maybe just a little." You assured. "I'm not letting him eat the entire thing, I'm the one doing that for him." You winked.

He chuckled and nodded, accepting your response.

"I'll fetch you in an hour, is that enough time for you two?" He asked.

"More than enough, Steve." You assured. "Let's just meet back here?" You offered instead. The blush had now returned, warming your cheeks. Why does it feel like you were going on your first date all over again.

"Sure. Definitely." He nodded, the smile grew bigger on his lips before turning right back and out of the common room leaving you alone with your son.

"You're conspiring against me, Sweetie?" You teased your son peppering his chubby cheeks kisses as you two made your way back to your own room to get ready for this--date. The sound of his giggle was music to your ears and to anyone lucky enough to catch wind of.

Steve should not have taken Sam and Bucky's advice to heart. This date was actually going great. Far from the disaster his friends had deemed it to be. Coney Islands was, in their words, the worst place to take a mother and son. He wasn't much for rides, just like you. Grant was far too young to be in anything aside from the Ferris Wheel you two would be riding in a few moment in.

The rest of the day had been great between the two of you. Your lives outside of the compound, the lives you once had before everything changed had been the topic of discussion all throughout. Steve had learned so much about you, aside from the constant gossip that he would hear from the agents or office workers.

Some had been true, but most of the rumours about you were false. Just a couple of hours with you proves it. Seeing you far from the cold hearted, no-shit-sherlock attitude that keeps everyone on their toes, was just a breath of fresh air for him. A different side of you that makes his feelings grow more dangerously deeper than it should have been.

"What a way to face my fear of heights." You say offhandedly, eyes wandering around in line and Grant doing practically the same thing.

"It's fine if we don't go." He assured. It had been his idea to go on one, but now, seeing the way your whole body tensed as the line approached closer to the actual ride.

"Yes, Please." You muttered and the two of you were off, out of the line much to the relief of the people behind you on line. Two less people to wait on.

That's how you two now ended in a bench, overlooking the waters. Just like Steve had made perfect timing, the sun just about ready to set. The perfect way to end the day it seems.

Steve didn't think it was much of a bother as much as you did to have Grant now resting on his chest, falling asleep soundly. The 10-month old had been nothing but good companion throughout their time here.

Never once did he cry, nor did he get cranky as he had come to see a few babies in his lifetime and in the next. Every single time he was in the room, if Sam or Clint weren't laughing too loudly, Grant was never one to cry at all.

The smell of talc and a sweet candy wafted his senses, now he sort of understood Nat's constant teasing of the baby being good enough to eat. With as much gentleness as his larger hands could muster, he slowly rubbed the baby's back, soothing him even in his sleep.

"You're right, about you've said." Your words broke him from his thought. Finally turning to you, he was uncertain with what he has said. Talking all day, what part had he been right? "Grant needs more male-figures in his life. A father-figure, even." You added finally turning to look at him.

"It wasn't my place to say that."

"Doesn't mean it wasn't wrong either." You retort right back. "Sometimes I liked to believe that my stubbornness and independence is good for my son, but it isn't."

What do he say to that. It wasn't his place to say it was true. He was just Steve, Captain America that can barely get normalcy in his own life. It was always a constant war for him, no place for his own peace and his own life after the war was over.

"I never really had a father-figure in my life. My Dad was a drunk or high, only seen him beating my mom up before leaving for the bar all over again, I had to be the father to my siblings growing up. It never really occurred to me how harming it could be if place my own son in the same fate as I did."

"You know families can be in different shapes or form, Y/N." He pointed out, being also cared for by a single mother back in the day. When his father had died in the war, it had always been him, his mother, and Bucky.

Your silence made him wonder if he said something offending yet again. Bucky had always said he'd placed himself in a situation that had him slapped more often than not.

"I know," you smiled eyes falling towards your son. "But it doesn't hurt to give Grant a complete family too."

He nodded, accepting your choice. He was too late. It would be better for Grant to spend time with his real father. You would make it work for Grant's father, and he needed to accept it.

"So where will you be taking us next time, Rogers?" you inquired finally turning your gaze back towards the waters, the sun has now fully set.

"I'm sorry what?"

"When will the next date be?" You asked turning to look at him. A playful smile falling on your lips, making Steve's heart flutter even more. "It's always going to be a package deal when it comes to me, Steve, are you ready for that?"

Looking down at Grant, it barely scared him. What scared him was this situation. To know that he was more than willing to care for Grant first and foremost instead of you. Maybe that's what being a parent like, to put the child's needs first before anyone's own.

"How about the dog park next week?" He suggested finally. "I think Grant would enjoy seeing a few dogs too."

You nodded, the smile on your face growing bigger, your hands now holding on to the hand rubbing on Grant's back. The familiar sparks lingered and the fact that neither of you let's go meant things would be different between them from now on.

"I'd love that." You whispered.

True to his words, for the past few weeks, if missions didn't take consume him, it was you and it was Grant. Parks, malls, and the Compound rooftop for picnics. Steve had practically done everything in the sun with you and your son. He genuinely enjoyed it.

Thing between Steve and you had also changed. You two weren't really much of an "official" couple as everyone in the Compound seem to paint you two as. But then again, Steve didn't have much experience with relationship to say otherwise. You were fine with whatever this was, as long as you could see the happiness in your son's eyes.

"Can't believe Grant's turning one tomorrow." Steve points out seeing Grant now enjoying the Captain America-themed Buggy that Sam and Bucky had given as a gift a few days ago before they were sent off to a mission.

"I still can't believe it either." You smiled resting your head on Steve's shoulders. "I don't even know if I'm allowed to celebrate with everything going on with the investigation."

Steve understood, knew a hint of what was going on. The senators breathing down you neck, now targeting your past, your son. If it hadn't been for the gag other Tony had placed, the world would have known about Grant's father when you didn't want to acknowledge his presence.

"Grant's only one once." He points out, more so knowing that the surprise party Pepper had prepared would be for nothing if you weren't in the mood for it. "Come on, it's not like you're going to throw him a big party." He tease. Pepper is the one throwing it for you

"You're right." You sighed turning to face the man. "It's not like we're going to be doing anything big, might bake him a cake or two that he can't even have."

Huh, another thing he doesn't know about you.

"You know how to bake a cake?"

"I have many talents, Rogers." You winked before your eyes fell towards his lips. "Wouldn't you like to know about them?"

Liking his lips, he knew he did. Everyone knows he did. Eyes momentarily turning to Grant, he was safe, enjoying his ride on the buggy. Kissing his mother wouldn't hurt anyone.

Cupping your face, the delicate skin against his finger tips, his mind brought him into a much darker place. A place no almost-one year old should bare witness to. Something that neither of them should do in public in the park of all places.

"Are you gonna kiss me or are you just teasing me now, Rogers?"

Leaning in, the smell of vanilla and hint of peppermint consumed him as he took a deep breath, lips gently caressing your own before it was interrupted by the shrill of his work phone.

Pulling away from you, he couldn't help but curse out, earning a quick slap on the chest from you. Wincing as he finally answered the call. Fury, of all people just had the way of ruining things for him.

"You, Y/L/N, and that child need to head back to the compound. I'm gonna expect the three of you in the meeting room in 10."

The instruction had been simple, but the momentary that came along genuinely worried Steve. What danger now lurks, was pursuing you a mistake and now a target rests on both of your back because of it?

"Who was that?" You asked finally urging Grant towards the two of you. "Another mission?"

"It's Fury." He answered, the moment was long gone now at this point. "He wants us back in the compound."

"Why?"

"I genuinely don't know."

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