#one of his many nicknames is rhodey

[s0ulsniper]

getting caught making out || avengers + loki

warnings: fem!reader, cursing, suggestive/spicy but never any actual smut, not really proofread

synopsis: making out with the avengers (separate) and getting caught, how they would react.

pairings: avengers (separate) x AFAB!reader

a/n: it's not just the og six by the way, gotta little carried away, also let's pretend there was a point peter lived with the rest of the avengers.

NATASHA ROMANOFF | n.r.

it was risky, up against the wall in one of the many training rooms. Natasha had been sparring with you, teaching each other tricks also. one thing led to another and nat was pushed up against you, hands roaming your body.

she knows very well how to control herself, but when it came to you she struggled. the frustration with it also didn't help any bit.

you felt her knee between your legs and her hand beside your head, it all made your brain go straight to mush. you didn't care about being caught or the consequences. all you cared about was making out with your girlfriend.

her other hand suddenly comes up to grip at your waist and push your hips even closer to hers even though it felt impossible.

the door of the training room creaks open to reveal an unamused Steve.

he apologizes profusely but scolds you guys for it being the 3rd time this week.

nat just smirks, still holding you in her arms.

"hey, we actually finished training this time. only thing wrong with this is-... well nothing." she laughs and Steve has nothing to say

he grabs his gym bag and walks off, annoyed as if he just found his kid doing something wrong.

when he finally left Natasha turned to you.

"now where were we?"

BUCKY BARNES | b.b.

unlike usual, you guys found a private spot to make out, figuring you learned your lesson on oblivious people catching you. the spot being his room in the tower, just a couple doors down from yours, peter's and wanda's.

you were on straddling him while he rested against the headboard, he couldn't get enough. especially after not seeing you for two days while you were out with tony, bruce and rhodey to some government complaint he could care less about.

he was pretty sure he heard something about the suits and concerning things made in the lab by you and Bruce. obviously they wanted to know about it because they wanted to be greedy and take from it.

they weren't successful at all, and you guys decided to celebrate.

it was already cold in the tower but there was a noticeable change in the temperature when bucky was close, human heater was one of his many nicknames.

but there was just something about the contrast of his body and his cold arm gripping at your hips.

"missed you so much..." he mumbles into your lips.

before you could respond there's a short knock on the door before it cracks open.

both of your heads whip to the side to see who's interrupted, peter standing in the doorway.

"oh- uh sorry Mrs. y/l/n and Mr bucky" he stutters out nervously before slamming the door shut, pattering footsteps heard running down the hall.

you burst into a fit of laughter and slump against bucky, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

"not one bit of privacy..." he complains, throwing his arms over your body and flipping you over.

"anyways..." he smirks.

TONY STARK | t.s.

even though you were cautious of it, he could care less. pushing you up against a counter in the lab. it was late, and Bruce was said to have gone to bed and continue in the morning, tony took it as a chance after not getting any good alone time with you in centuries it felt like.

"tony-... tony this is risky. what if Bruce comes back?"

he grumbles while he kisses down your neck, hand at either sides of your hips securing you against the counter.

"he won't, babe... plus the doors are locked."

you roll your eyes as if there weren't glass walls everywhere.

even though you were so against it, you couldn't help but fold at the way he kissed you so passionately.

you hear a sigh behind you and Tony look up.

"had to get my phone." you hear Bruce mumble awkwardly before walking away.

you hide your face in embarrassment and tony laughs.

"guess I should listen to you more often, huh?"

BRUCE BANNER | b.b.

it was a rare occurrence, but bruce was stressed beyond belief so you wanted to help him unwind.

you both lay in bed at the compound, lights off and a dimly lit tv playing a movie you both agreed on.

except it doesn't matter what the movie was, because you certainly weren't paying attention at all.

another thing you weren't paying attention to was the door opening and an unamused bucky in the doorway.

"hey lovebirds, tony told me to tell you guys that we've got a mission in two days and take the time to relax... have fun." he smirks and walks out.

you turn to Bruce and see him turned crimson with his face in his hands.

"well at least we have time to relax." you shrug.

"that doesn't change the fact of how embarrassing that is..." Bruce mutters. "I'm seen to be the professional one 24/7."

"not anymore!" you laugh and he couldn't help but smile.

STEVE ROGERS | s.r.

it was obvious eventually you two would be caught considering you were pushed into a small closet for 7 minutes in heaven.

you had to convince him to relax a little, and when he did... oh boy.

there wasn't much in the closet, a couple random jackets, supposedly Tony's because he apparently 'doesn't have enough room in his closet'... his closet is as big as your bedroom. you laugh at the thought, though.

"can't believe you convinced me into this..." he mutters between kisses, hands cupping your cheeks.

"guess I'm just that convincing..." you smile into his lips.

you feel the distance close between your hips at his attempt for friction, and his other hand pulling you against him even harder.

the closet door flies open and tony smirks at the sight, Steve's hair messed up and you pushed against the wall.

"not so innocent, huh Rogers?" he jokes, walking away for the next round.

"were continuing this later..." he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

LOKI LAUFEYSON | l.l.

he wasn't ashamed for anyone to see, nor did he care. you were in a dressing room while shopping at the mall and he couldn't help but kiss your perfect face.

"you're so gorgeous, darling." he smiles at you, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips.

you loved how he always showed you affection, but he really went over the top at inconvenient times.

you turned to the mirror to observe the outfit you had picked and you loved it... so did loki.

you saw him lean down in the mirror to kiss your head, then down to your neck, right at your sweet spot.

" 'mon loki... we're in public."

he presses against you, feeling him smirk into your neck.

"were secluded in public, actually. darling you have nothing to worry about-"

knocks a heard from the locked door.

"um- could you guys please hurry up? every room is taken." a worker calls.

"I stand corrected." he laughs.

PETER PARKER | p.p.

aunt may had been out for the day running errands and peter called you over to watch a movie and hangout.

you both were laying on the couch, him on top of you, his head near your collarbone comfortably, a blanket messily dropped over the two of you.

he leaned in to kiss you, but came back for more and it led to him pressed against you and kissing your neck.

"you're so pretty..." he compliments and you pull him up to kiss you, feeling him bite on your bottom lip for access.

you kiss down to his neck, his bodyweight falling limp between your legs from the pleasure.

you hear a knock on the door and ned practically screaming to let him in.

he groans and gets up fully off you.

"why does this always happen..." he complains, kissing you once more on the temple before going to answer the door.

THOR ODINSON | t.o.

it was your birthday on asgard and thor obviously had to tell the entire civilization and invite everyone to your palace.

you found yourself being held by him, kissing passionately in the empty guest room.

you two were supposed to be greeting the guests and thanking them for coming but instead he wanted to truly show you how much he loves you.

"I am so grateful you are my queen, y/n." he praises.

his large hands find the sides of your neck and face to somehow pull you closer.

"thor we should really be out saying hello to everyone..." you insist.

"m'lady, I think everyone is too drunk to notice." he smiles, his accent soothing you. "and it is our kingdom after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you feel the door move the air around you and loki complaining.

"could you guys come downstairs, please. when you aren't around, guess who's put in charge?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "can I just tell them all to leave, lady y/n?"

"sure, loki go ahead."

"thank you."

he sighs in relief and closes the door.

thor pauses for a moment before bringing you back to kiss him, his hand at your throat.

CLINT BARTON | c.b.

he has you pressed against the door just in case anyone had tried to walk in; his hand moving from your waist to lock the door, lips never leaving yours.

there was no plan to it, the moment you walked in his room he couldn't keep his hands off you.

with wanda just had moved in, it had been very... hectic.

everyone was ecstatic and welcoming, trying to help left and right. it left no room except for at night for just the two of you.

he took the little time to his advantage, even if there would be interruptions, he didn't care and neither did you. everyone around the compound is aware of your relationship and has definitely seen pda before, so what's it if someone walks in?

a sound of yelling and laughing was heard getting progressively closer to the end of the hallway, where Clint's room was.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" you heard someone scream, getting closer.

clint rolls his eyes and pulls you away from the door, a hand pulling you against him and the other opening the door.

in flies peter and Wanda, roughly shutting and locking the door behind them laughing uncontrollably.

"what did you guys do?" you quirk a brow at them.

they both look at you like kids in trouble, ignoring the pounding in the door.

"well..." Wanda starts.

"just cut to it." clint rolls his eyes.

"mr.stark, bruce and I were in the lab giving Wanda a tour and we might've knocked over a special beaker thingy..." he mumbles. "we didn't mean to! we swear..."

the pounding in the door never stops, annoying both you and Clint.

"CUT IT OUT ASSWIPES, THAT'S ANNOYING AS HELL!" you angrily yell at the door, halting the pounding.

"...sorry..." you hear Bruce mumble even though it definitely wasn't him doing it.

your demeanor suddenly changes as you talk to Wanda and peter, concerning the three of them.

"anyways, just go say sorry. if they give you anymore shit just come get me." you wink.

"and me." clint adds.

they thank you guys profoundly before walking out to go sulk to tony and Bruce.

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[starkastichotmess]

@smokedanced asked: send me ‘ 😏 ’ and my muse will honestly answer the following q’s: / love from garrus

💌 spicy smirk hc's [ meme - accepting ]

How physically attracted they are to your muse

Tony's been with turians in the past - most in the aftermath of the Relay 314 Incident, which led to a lot of drama - but he can honestly say that none of those turians are as striking as Garrus. Not surprising that Tony immediately starts flirting with him the first time he lays eyes on him, even if it's mostly in a sort-of distracted way on the way to speak to the Council about the incident on Eden Prime.

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

With Tony's tendency to flirt with anyone and everyone he finds attractive, he's actually fairly oblivious to when he's romantically attracted to someone. But it definitely takes time, as he needs to genuinely get to know a person and find trust and friendship with them before there is any romantic interest. But when Tony falls for Garrus, it's all-consuming and sappy to the point of longing glances whenever Garrus isn't paying attention before Rhodey finally gets sick of them both and locks them in a room together to make them talk about their damn feelings for each other.

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

Tony is known for being very sexually active and adventurous, so he'll be more than happy to blow off some steam with Garrus whenever he wants, sometimes even making himself late for meetings and such until Pepper starts yelling at him for it if no one's there to keep Tony on his business schedules, because sex with Garrus is more fun than board meetings or listening to the Council drone on and on about how they're not going to help.

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

Tony owns many properties throughout Citadel Space and a few in the Traverse, so there's no shortage of locations even when they're groundside somewhere rather than on the Normandy. That said, Tony's not shy about having sex anywhere in his penthouses, his mansions, his workshops, various Stark Industries board rooms (he'll set the windows to privacy mode so no one can see in), etc.

Whether they think yours would be “good” in bed

With that sniper precision and focus? Hell yes. In fact, he'd be willing to put money on Garrus being better than in bed than any of the other turians, humans, asari, or any other species he's slept with in the past.

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

Tony uses pet names and gives nicknames to people all the time, so there's no telling what's going to come out at any given moment, though if Garrus wants to hear Tony call him something specific, it'd take very little coaxing to get him to do so.

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours ( with consent of course )

Tony is rather adventurous in bed, and at roughly 40, fairly experienced as well, so he tends to be far more indulgent of what his bed partners wants, since his biggest thing is making sure they're enjoying themselves thoroughly as they enjoy him. And with Garrus being a younger than he is, he'd definitely prefer to let him take the lead on that front, because there's very little Tony won't try at least once before deciding whether he likes something or not.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

Tony lives life fast and hard, and most of his sex life has been casual encounters full of one-night stands. Though there's often a playfulness to sex with Tony, as well as his tendency to be adventurous in general, actually forcing him to slow down and just feel would absolutely do things to him - probably even rendering him speechless, for a few minutes, at least.

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

He'd probably set out for a 'friends with benefits' thing with Garrus, understanding turians better than most humans, particularly where the casualness of their sex lives are concerned. When they both finally realise they've caught feelings? Garrus thinks Tony spoils him as just a friend - just wait until they're actually partners. There's plenty that Tony might get wrong in the process, because for as intelligent as the man is, he doesn't always keep track of how or why he knows a thing is associated with a person (he gifted strawberries to Pepper once, only strawberries are the one thing Pepper is allergic to; so he knew there was something about Pepper and strawberries, but lost the memo about "food allergy" somewhere along the way).

#smokedanced #smokedanced ( garrus vakarian ) #official consulting hours ( answered ) #life model answering machine ( ooc replies ) #?meme: spicy smirk hc's #it’s kind of provocative; the imagery anyway ( suggestive ) #//i've had this half written for a while now #//so who cares if i'm posting on a friday? xD #limes cw

[captainsimagines]

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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[midethefangirl]

are the wendy mayonnaise stans okay?!

look, while i do think some stans baby tony, i am curious as to how much you had to stretch to make up these events.

tony stark, while known for his annoying humour doesn’t constantly make fun of people. he gives them annoying nicknames and makes jokes on field but to say he maliciously mocks them with every opportunity he has? or maybe you saw that one part where he called harley a pussy (which i agree is a dickish move) but still how does that translate to him making a living from mocking people’s trauma???

“he tries setting off the hulk in the carrier” i- what? i do understand that some folks found the prodding bruce with a cattle prod reckless and i admit it is reckless but it was not to set off the hulk, it was to show bruce that he didn’t see him as a walking time bomb. tony is even the one who tells bruce to embrace the hulk as a lifesaver and not a curse but you do you, babe.

“he wishes steve stayed in the ice/he wishes steve died” where did you get that from? what mcu movie has tony saying or even implying that? i really wish i knew.

“he treats thor like shit and mocks his depression” now, i know i didn’t pay attention to some parts in endgame but i do not remember tony mocking thor or making him the butt of many insensitive fat jokes. if anything, tony is the person who asks after thor when he sees him moody after the snap (mind you, tony was looking gaunt from being stranded in space for weeks now) and tony is the one who tells thor he cannot do the snap because he knows thor is not in the right state of mind to do that. should i tell you the people who turned thor’s depression into a punchline though? it was the screenwriters who had rhodey ask if thor had cheez whiz running through his veins(an ooc moment for him because he’d never do that) and rocket (who is a jerkass so not surprised) who slapped thor who was having a panic attack, calls him melted ice-cream amongst many jokes. special mention goes to frigga telling him he needs to eat salad. not to mention how thor is made into a joke character for being fat. if anything, the blame is on the writers, not the characters, for turning thor’s depression into comedy material

credit for gifs: @pepperonyrose

again, i do admit i wasn’t paying attention to endgame for some parts but tony never mocks thor’s depression.

EDIT: okay, tony makes a “lebowski” nickname for thor. i do agree that nickname is in bad taste because of his depression. again, tony doesn’t treat him like shit. also, more blame is on the screenwriters for having thor’s depression made into a punchline rather than treated seriously.

look, i understand not liking tony stark as a character and if you hate him, go ahead but don’t create scenarios that didn’t happen to justify your hate for him. this is basically giving the same energy as those who make a female character the homophobic bitch to make her unlikeable because she got in the way of their white male ship. hate a character all you want but don’t make up events to justify that hate.

#pro tony stark #tony stark defense squad #anti wanda maximoff stans #anti wendy mayonnaise #no need to create scenarios to hate a character #just hate them in peace

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Thanks for answering my last ask about the requests! 🥰

If possible I'd like to request something: male reader is Steve Roger's adopted son (adopted after he came back from being frozen lmao) and the reader is secretly dating Peter Parker!

I don't know if it's too specific or too complicated, but I was imagining something like: reader is like an avenger too. He doesn't have powers but has fighting skills and is a very sneaky and swift fighter much like Black Widow. He fights occasionally but his father is always hesitant on letting him participate in highly dangerous missions, he's very protective of his son. That would all just be like background information just give the story some base, but the plot itself i was thinking was just about Steve discovering his son is dating Peter - and, with that, discovering reader is gay - and he gets protective, possibly interrogates Peter and stuff like that. Obviously very fluffy at the end with everyone happy but I guess you can just work on it how you think it's best! If it's too vague or too complex I can try to rewrite the request if you'd like ☺️

Maybe Steve discovers that during a mission! I think that would be interesting - if you like it of course!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Son reader + Peter Parker x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

N/n: Nickname

H/c: Hair color

Warnings: Fighting, cursing, blood, protective dad TM Steve, character injury, coming out, supportive Steve, adopted reader, fluff, slight angst, kinda Steve’s POV

Word count: 1236

Being the son of Steve Rodger’s, aka Captain America had never been an easy feat. He had adopted Y/n after he got out of the ice, needing someone to have in the complete mystery the world was to him. He immediately loved the spunky boy, who was outspoken and reminded him of his younger self.

On many occasions’ Y/n came home with bruises littering his body, but a boyish smile adorned on his lips. The boy just seemed to find trouble without even trying, so Steve decided to teach his son how to fight. It was quite a surprise when Y/n was a complete natural, able to take his father down after a few weeks of training.

The teenage boy’s confidence only seemed to grow with training and fighting, and much to Steve’s displeasure his son ended up joining the avengers. It was one of the only times the father and son argued, going from screaming at each other to the silent treatment for days.

Steve had to admit, his son could kick some serious ass, even beating Clint during a spar, leaving the assassin on the mat groaning in pain and eventually tapping out. Then came in Peter parker, in all his geeky glory, immediately drawing his son’s attention. Steve was hesitant about the boy; he didn’t want Peter causing more trouble for Y/n in the long run.

The father couldn’t deny that his son seemed happier when Peter came into his life, spending most of his time with the young genius and his friends. It was like a moth to a flame, Y/n gravitated towards the boy in a way Steve couldn’t place a word to. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his son was enamored with Parker. He promptly reminded himself that his son wasn’t gay (There was no issue if he was though) Steve just assumed his son would tell him if that was the case.

That belief was completely changed on a mission though, Y/n and Peter accompanied the team, taking down one of the last HYDRA bases that was left. He had to admit that the kids were holding up well, he could see his son flying around, adorned in all black, including the black mechanical wings on his back. Y/n had made those himself, claiming that they needed more air support than just Tony, Rhodey and Sam.

Every time Steve watched Y/n fly around he felt his heart jump out of his chest, he knew his son could handle himself, but damn it, it was a paternal instinct. “How are we looking up there?” Steve called over the comms, watching as the three flying beings fought off any air support, and diving down to help when needed.

“Well pops judging by the fact that we’re all heading towards the ground for support I’d day good.” Came his sons sarcastic reply, and Steve had to hold back a small smirk. Usually, he’d reprimand someone for talking like that, but Y/n was a special case.

“N/n could you head my way, kinda getting swamped over here.” Parker’s high pitched and young voice rang through the comms, and Steve watched as his beloved son took off once more. He could hear the two young superhero’s grunting and making banter back and forth over the comms as the fight continued.

What took the captain off guard was the sound of his son crying out in pain and the panicked sound of Peter calling out “Y/n!” It felt like someone had grabbed his heart and ripped it out of his chest as he heard Peter call “We have an agent down! Y/n’s down!” Never in Steve’s many years of life did he move as fast as he was right now. Anyone who got in his was down before they could even raise their weapon.

When he saw Peter cradling Y/n against his chest, fingers brushing through his son’s H/c hair, the panic only worsened. The mask Y/n wore was ripped off, lying on the ground beside him; and Steve could clearly see the blood leaking from his son’s side.

As the super soldier got closer, he could hear Peter rambling quietly. “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” The teenagers voice sounded so broken; it made his chest tighten even more. “Your dads coming and then we’ll get you to med bay, you’ll be good as new.” He reassured Y/n. Steve couldn’t even bring himself to care when Peter leaned down and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lips, giving the other boy a tight smile.

From there everything felt like a blur, Steve carried Y/n to the jet and next thing he knew his son was in recovery, a tired smile on his face as Steve entered the room. “Hey pops.” Y/n’s voice sounded so tired and strained, it made Steve want to break down and cry.

“Hey kiddo, how’re you feeling?” He questioned, sitting in the chair beside his son’s bed, immediately holding his hand. “Like I got shot twice.” Y/n deadpanned, giving his father a cheeky grin. Steve huffed out a tired laugh, eyes running over his son’s bruised body. “Yeah, yeah that makes sense.” The soldier chuckled lightly, giving Y/n’s hand a squeeze. The two sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor. After a few moments of psyching himself up, Steve spoke.

“So, you and Parker huh?” He kept his voice light, eyebrows furrowed slightly. His son’s cheeks flushed, looking away from his father. “Oh, uh yeah.” He could hear the beeping increase slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me kiddo?” He questioned, feeling a bit hurt that his son had kept something so important from him.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, being from the 40’s and all...” Y/n trailed off, eyebrows furrowed a bit. Steve felt his stomach twist a bit. Y/n was scared he wouldn’t accept him being gay? “Oh sweetheart, I don’t care if you’re gay, I love you no matter what, you’re still my baby boy.”

The smile Y/n gave him put the sun to shame, making a smile spread across his own lips. “How long have you and Peter been together?” He questioned lightly, his thumb brushing over the teenagers’ knuckles. “6 months.” Y/n replied shyly, flush darkening under his father’s questioning. That continued for about an hour before Peter entered the room, and immediately the protective dad mode came out.

“So, Parker what are your intentions with my son?” Y/n let out an indignant sound, slapping his dads’ arm. Peter’s entire face flushed bright red, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “T-to make him happy, sir.” Came Peter’s shy reply, glancing over at his boyfriend for help.

“Pops, seriously? Leave him alone.” Y/n gave his father an annoyed look, making Steve shrink back slightly, his kid was slightly terrifying, okay? The father watched as the two boys interacted, watching them for a few moments, before excusing himself from the room. If he came back later and the two were curled up in bed together asleep, well he wasn’t going to say anything.

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Heyyy i was wondering when you were going to be putting chapter 2 up

Check-Ups.

Warning, this is a tickle series fic. It also includes swearing. You have been warned.

This series was inspired by @fluffy-lee

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Im sorry I didn't get this out sooner. I've had a shit few months and n haven't written in ages, I just lost my writing skills and motivation. But im back. I didn't want to come back until I finished something, and finally, i have. Its midnight and my boyfriend dumped me, whats a better time right-

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You loved the day you met Bruce, Tony, Steve, all of them. That was about three, four months ago though. You and Bruce had finished that single puzzle and learned you were actually rather good at them too, so it became a daily thing for the two of you, along with watching the sunrise or chores or even just staying in the lab together.

You and Bruce had a connection. You adored him, he being the first person you met when you woke up.

You still didn't remember your life, all a long nap until the day. But you didn't mind, something in the back of your head told you you didn't want to know. You'd have nightmares, about a dark place, being trapped and being experimented on, but you'd wake up right before they would inject you, or right before the machine turned on.

Even though you'd met a lot of people, there still seemed to be many more who you still hadn't yet met. Apparently, there were gods, aliens, some Guardians, wizards. At least Tony called them Wizards, Steve would correct him but he'd only roll his eyes and repeat himself.

You loved all of those you'd met so far though. Steve was kind, according to Tony and Bruce, Steve was the one who found you and demanded you be brought back to the compound.

Tony was funny, in a weird, sarcastic way. He'd always give you nicknames and tell you about his inventions when you asked, he loved how invested you were in his work. You found everything so fascinating. And you also met his Fiancé Pepper, who ran Tony's business and was also a wonderful and smart woman. She told funny jokes and made an incredible hot chocolate <3

You'd met a nice lady called Natasha, though she lets you call her Nat. She loves you too, at first she felt strange, but soon loved you so, it didn't take long either, everyone loved you. Clint, you met soon after, he showed you his bow and arrow, and he loved climbing the vents so he promised to show you around someday. Normally though you'd see Tony or Bucky kick a vent and Clint yell from within.

Speaking of, Bucky and Sam. Sam was always so kind, so gentle. But once two of you became close enough, he became like a playful uncle or brother, he loved you but also loved teasing you in a kind way. You weren't close enough for it to be cruel. And Bucky, Bucky was perhaps the one you were most distant with. At first, he scared you, but you also scared him. He was frightened he's hurt you, he'd scare you. But the two of you became closer over time. He'd tell you stories from his time and more. He was also a secret nerd- no joke.

Wanda and Vision were the sweetest, the two treated you with love and care, Wanda loved talking to you while she cooked, telling stories about her parents or brother, or even showing off her powers to you. Vision, he loved how you questioned so much, he loved how your brain would try to figure out how he flew through walls, and then He'd explain it to you, answering every question and smiling the whole time.

Rhodey was awesome too, he loved telling you his stories as war machine, the others didn't care much because they all did it every day, you, however, loved all of their stories, all of their interests and jokes.

There was someone called Eddie, he was really sweet but also sarcastic and funny so you loved him, it was rather scary though the first time you met his parasite, as he called him, Venom. Venom also seemed sweet, after the whole eating thing-

You hadn't met Thor yet, nor his brother Loki, you had seen the photos and videos of New York in 2012 but neither of them frightened you much, Loki seemed mischievous, and you were told Thor was just incredible.

There was one person though who scared you a bit. He was a little looney but you also loved his jokes and found him hilarious. You had a room in the compound now and the two of you were rather close now so he would just climb through the window- or smash it. Or smash the door down. Or wall. Yeah-

"Where's starry?" He asked, sitting at the table eating some breakfast hoops.

"Wade- wade can you please not eat with your mouth open," Sam asked, rolling his eyes and looking away.

"Sure thing Birdy, Hey, I could open it for you if you like?"

"For fucks sake Wade-" same got up and rubbed his temple, but spotting you asking down the hall.

"There you are! Where have you been, its late for you" He asked, looking at you as you entered in a nighty or more like one of Steve's old shirts that were too big for you.

"Tired-" you yawned, stretching our and walking over to the counter to get some breakfast.

"Y/n! Missed you! Where have you been kid? Dozed off" Wade exclaimed, arms wide and excited, also mocking you for sleeping in.

You rolled your eyes.

"I needed to sleep Wade, it was like 2 am-" you said, stretching and grabbing some captain crunch cereal.

"Oh god Wade, let the girl rest," Sam said, chuckling slightly and helping you get the cereal.

"Thank you"

"Yeah yeah, you try while carrying her inside, I'm incredibly lazy" Wade then saved another spoonful in his gob.

"Too true" you answered, muttering under your breath.

"I read that!"

You gave him a look- but didn't bother asking. It was Wade.

"Well Bruce will be looking for you I believe, he's in the lab. You've gotta have your check-up"

"Nah"

Sam gave you a look as you poured your milk, he wasn't sure whether to laugh or not.

" 'Nah' ?"

"I'm gonna go to sleep, I don't like the check-ups" you explained, getting a spoon and sitting down.

"It's okay y/n, it's only a check-up" Sam tried to comfort you, it didn't make you wanna go. But still.

"Well my last check-up did this to me so-" Wade shrugged, pointing at his face.

"Wade- "

"But yeah, the birds right-" Wade patted you on the back while Sam swore at him, "-Don't be afraid, Bruce would never hurt you"

You knew that, and you finished your breakfast knowing so. You hated the checkups because you felt so embarrassed if anything was wrong. You couldn't explain many of the bruises on your body, or cuts, or how you had no memory. It just made you feel useless. The best part would be when Bruce got out a puzzle after for the two of you.

You ran to your room and then began to walk down the halls to find Bruce.

As you walked down the many, many halls, you bumped into Bucky, and apologies frequently because you had knocked his metal arm. You always had a small fear that if you hit it hard enough, it would fly off.

He put his other arm on your shoulder though and smiled. Bucky's smile always made you feel better, he honestly seemed happy, it brought you a strange sense of comfort.

"It's okay y/n"

"Are you sure? I didn't hurt you?

"Yes, I'm sure, are you sure you're not hurt?"

You shook your head, you had been daydreaming so if you had been hurt, you hadn't realized it.

"Where are you going?" Bucky asked, wondering where you were daydreaming off to. You explained that Bruce was needing to do another check-up on you, everyone knew you had one once a month, and you always dreaded it. Bucky then offered if it would help if he joined you.

"Sure, come on!" You said, excitedly grabbing his hand. Bucky did scare you sometimes, sure, but, just as the little puppy you are, you soon forget about your fears and drag him along with you, having much trust in him.

Bucky couldn't help but smile, he loved how you would drag him along to one of your things if he so asked. The two of you had a sweet relationship, strange, but sweet.

The two of you walked the corridors, you repeatedly asked whether his arm was okay and apologized even though he hadn't been harmed, nor could he. It was metal- but he still reassured you either way.  You then started to rant about how much you hated the check-ups and that the best part was when Bruce got out the puzzles.

"Sounds fun" Bucky replied, enjoying the emotion and joy in your voice.

The two of you then made it to the lab and saw Bruce working on some experiments. You knocked on the windows as you entered, "Knock, Knock, incoming" Bucky announced, as you let go of his hand and ran over to Bruce, embracing him in a big hug.

"Woah! Woah, hey Y/n, Bucky" Bruce answered, rather surprised to hear Bucky with you but also happy nonetheless. Bruce swiveled round in his chair and smiled at the two of you, "Excited for your check-up" Somehow you had forgotten, don't ask me how or why, it just left your brain for a moment.

You shook your head like a child and ran to hide behind Bucky. "Sorry, y/n's not actually here right now. Bucky will though" The two men laughed at your antics, but Bucky lifted you up and placed you on his shoulders, which you happily accepted until Bruce got up and Bucky began to follow him.

You leaned down beside Bucky's ear and began to whisper talk to him.

"Bucky! If you turn around I'll do anything, this could be a very bad idea!" He began to whisper back, trying to act serious.

"Yeah? What do you think will happen?"

"There might be a monster and I might get eaten!" You whispered, frightened and covering his eyes.

Bucky couldn't help but laugh as you all entered the medic room, he picked you up and placed you on the bed. "Steve was right, you do have an active imagination"

You pouted and realized there was no more point in fighting, they had won. Damn it.

Everything was rather normal, temperature, feelings, thoughts, sight, hearing, searching for any more bruising, though it died down now. Bruce checked your throat, ears, eyes, heart, and even let you use the special thingy to hear Bruce's and Bucky's hearts, pretending to be a doctor for a moment. The only new thing was this weird exercise called palpitations-

"What's that?..." You asked, eery of what Bruce would do. He asked you to lay down on the bed as he explained it all, Bucky leaned on the doorway as moral support, cheering you on.

"I just need to check to see if all your organs are in the right places, Tony asked me to do so, just in case that could be a cause of bruising. You laid down, slightly uncomfortable but you kept remembering what Sam and Wade said, Bruce would never hurt you.

And that was true because he did the quite opposite actually. His hands made contact with a particular place of your midsection that made you jump slightly.

"You okay y/n?"

You nodded, silent as he continued. He pushed down around your ribs, which wasn't as bad. But the moment he would push down on your sides or stomach, you would jump and hold your breath.

Each time Bruce would stop, worried he had hurt you. Bucky too was worried something was wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay y/n? If anything is hurting, you need to tell me" Bruce explained, you didn't say a word, only nodding your head in agreement. Once more, he pressed down, but you jumped at the slightest touch, making him stop again with a concerned expression. At this point, even Bucky was worried something was wrong and came to the foot of the bed to watch over you. Your face was red, and you held your breath for a moment, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Y/n, you need to tell Bruce if anything is wrong alright?" Bucky asked, his voice sweet yet stern. Once more the two were answered with a nod, but this time Bruce decided he would not stop until you told him where it was hurting.

You desperately tried to stay still. But it was a nightmare as he pushed and poked at every spot on your torso to make sure you would talk. It quickly became a nightmare as you couldn't bring yourself to look at where he would poke next because you knew you'd curl up in a ball.

Bucky watched your facial expressions as you fought to hold back the laughter growing in your throat. He saw as your face became red and your body twitched, your head occasionally shaking for it all to stop. He recognized the face from years ago when Steve and he were much younger. He couldn't help but let up a confused smirk as he tested his theory and ran two fingers up your foot's sole. You yelped and jumped up again, finally stopping the somewhat sweet torture.

"Y/n-" Bruce was interrupted by a horrified look on your face, staring at a wide grinned Bucky with his arms crossed.

"Did I miss something?-" He asked, incredibly confused.

"Y/n, tell Bruce what was wrong" Bucky teased, keeping you locked in eye contact to witness his smirk whilst still motioning to a very confused and concerned Dr. Banner. You rapidly shook your head, shrinking into the wall at the head of the bed.

Banner stood on one side, and Barnes began walking over to the other, too quick for you to run away. He leaned over to you and smirked wide, a playful grin on your face making you blush with embarrassment and hide in your knees with a whine. You suddenly felt a finger poke your side and you yelped, staring at Bucky as though he'd just committed a very serious sin.

"I'm still very lost"

"Y/n here is ticklish"

Your face quickly became cherry red and you glared at him. Bruce seemed slightly surprised but also had a warm smile stating he found it cute. It was incredibly hard to keep a straight face though as Bucky wiggled two fingers at you, making you push his hand away.

"Bucky!"

"Y/n!"

You humphed and crossed your arms, trying to look so mad yet with your bright red and embarrassed face, looking cuter than ever. Bruce began explaining that most children, or teens, are ticklish, even many adults, Bucky, on the other hand, met your actions with two wriggling hands at each side.

You jumped unexpectedly, a squeal escaping your mouth as he wriggled his fingers ticklishly into each side. A wide smile took a rest on your face and your bubbly, uncontrolled laughter began to build up, soon echoing down the halls.

"No- no! Buckyyyy!!! I'm nahahat ticklish!" You begged, gripping his hands but not succeeding in removing them from your waist.

“You’re not ticklish? Then you won’t mind if I do this, right?” Bucky teased, vibrating his hands and fingertips on your sides, making you squeal and kick out your legs. Bruce too couldn't help himself when he gave your knee a little squeeze, earning a yelp in return. You shook your head and kicked out to stop it, you weren't sure why but a part of you enjoyed it, the laughter, the touch.

"You are adorable like this Y/n, who knew?" Bucky teased going back and forth, poking each side as he spoke. Bruce gave your knees a squeeze each, which was surprisingly succeeded in a wonderous reaction.

"Plehehehhahaseeeeeehehe Bruceee! Buhuhucky!" You couldn't help but giggle at each sensation and touch they laid upon your body.

Your laughter echoed through the halls, loud and cheerful. All three of you knew that this was defiantly not the last time you would be tickled senseless, oh how adorable you looked.

At that moment, the two slowed down and Wade popped his head through the door, "Wilson, did you know Y/n was ticklish?" Buck called, poking you to show him. You swatted his hand away though. Wade smirked and laughed at the three of you in a nice sorta way.

"You didn't know? Why else would they be reading this fanfiction?"

All three of you were confused, but you were still drowning in giggles until the two stopped. You panted and hugged your sides, eyes closed tight.

"You are extremely ticklish y/n" Bruce stated out loud. You only looked up for a moment with a 'stfu no shit sherlock but I still love you but also you'll regret this' face. Bucky only smirked at you and patted you on the head, you glared back at him, trying to look scary but failing incredibly well.

"Well, this was fun, but I've got to... go see Sam" Bucky explained, shrugging with a wide smirk and slowly backing away. It quickly ended in you chasing him down the halls as he called out to Sam. Let's just say Bucky Barnes is a LOT stronger and quicker than you.

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Coming Out (Steve Rogers x Bi!Female!Reader oneshot)

Uhhh, so... like I said, I’m bi. And my parents aren’t accepting so I can’t ever, EVER, tell them. And since my last oneshot was Bucky, I figured we can be with Steve in this one. The Avengers would be accepting? Right? Spoiler, yes, the Avengers are very accepting. Oh, and Y/S is your sibling. Brother, sister, or just sibling. If you have more than one sibling, pick one to be mad at. If you don’t have any siblings (wow how did you manage it), pick someone else’s to be mad at. [For the record, I do love my little sibling, but the fact that they almost outed me to my parents, and I didn’t even know they knew...I haven’t brought it up with them, but my mom was not happy.] So this is really for anyone else that hasn’t come out because of an unaccepting family, or just someone who wants some Avengers fluff with a bit of previous angst. Because as much as I hate reading it, I’m damn good at writing it.

Warnings: There probably is swearing, there normally is, as ascertained by my account name. And the reader is called so, so many nicknames. There’s definitely a princess in there somewhere, probably a doll, I’m not really sure the full extent of the more feminine nicknames, but please don’t read this if it being a female reader will trigger you. Like seriously, you’re “Y/N”, but I swear nobody ever actually calls you that. Past Stucky. And don’t be homophobic, if you’re reading this far you’ve already read the title, the only reason you wouldn’t understand is if you quite literally live under a rock. But then you wouldn’t be on tumblr either, so just fuck off if you’re racist or homophobic. I don’t take that on my page.

Word Count: 3511

The Avengers would be accepting, right? They certainly weren’t racist, and none of them had ever said anything homophobic while you were around. So, maybe they did accept everyone. You’d met Carol a couple of times, and there was no way that she was straight, and Tony had never said anything to her. But maybe he just didn’t notice? You loved the Avengers, but after the last few months of living with them. You realized how oblivious most of them really were.

If Clint doesn’t have his hearing aids turned on, he doesn’t catch anything. If they are on, he’s hiding in the vents, watching what everyone’s doing. Nat’s always observant, catching things you didn’t even know you were thinking, so you were pretty sure that she knew at this point. Tony never notices anything, except when you don’t grab an extra coffee on your way to the lab. And Rhodey makes up for it by noticing what he doesn’t and pointing it out to him. Bruce notices lots of things, all the time, provided that Tony doesn’t have him knee deep in creating new.. You don’t actually know what the Science Bros are doing since you just do the boring parts and make sure the FRIDAY has all the files from anything ever organized properly.

Peter’s pretty observant when he’s around, Spidey senses and all. Sam notices a lot of things from all his years in the military and working for the VA. Both the twins are excellent at making you feel better, since Pietro will run around and grab you things, and Wanda will either put happy memories in your head or just watch your favourite movie with you for the millionth time. Vision doesn’t ever really notice anything, or maybe he just never comments. He is the human internet, but he’s still not great with feelings. Sometimes Scott will bring Cassie to visit, and there must be something about that kid because she can always tell when you’re feeling off. And Scott’s dad instincts can too. Pepper isn’t always around at the Compound, as she’s still running Stark Industries for Tony, and she is super observant, probably due to her CEO-ness, or maybe it’s just instincts. Maybe Nat’s rubbing off on her.

Thor notices nothing, except really obscure details. Someone could flirt with him, and he won’t bat an eye, but if your routine is a second later than it normally is, he’ll ask if you slept well. He couldn’t tell you that Tony was standing right behind you in conversation, but he noticed when you changed your shampoo. Loki notices everything, from the second you started sneaking around with Steve to the fact that you completely changed the kitchen cupboards one night when you couldn’t sleep. Stephen and Wong are about as observant as Loki, from what you can tell. Since they often stay at the Sanctum, you don’t get to see them very often. Although you will sometimes sneak out of the Compound to go read some of their books for a change.

The Guardians rarely show up on Earth, but since Drax, Quill, and Rocket are all oblivious to anything and everything going on around them, they don’t bother you as much when they are here. Gamora and Nebula are always observant, probably from having to judge Thanos’ moods for years. Mantis can sometimes tune into your emotions without even touching you, and you aren’t sure how, so you just kind of hide in the lab when she visits with the Guardians because she hasn’t quite learned to not announce what others are feeling yet. Groot, for only speaking in ‘I’, ‘am’, and ‘Groot’; exclusively in that order, is also very observant, once you learn what he’s saying.

When Shuri and T’Challa show up, you notice that they are the most accurate representation of siblings ever. The older brother that does notice some things, but only if they matter. The younger sister that drives him nuts, and still manages to notice enough to blackmail everyone around her with new tech. In the few times you had met Carol, you knew she knew, a functioning gaydar is something that all LGBTQ+ people come equipped with, plus a regular human with alien superpowers is someone who has probably learned to be pretty observant over the years.

Being a super spy/assassin, Bucky notices a lot, he can always tell when you’re hiding something, even if he doesn’t know what. Like Thor, he doesn’t always notice when people flirt, but he definitely did when you changed your shampoo and started closing Steve’s door in the middle of the night. Sam noticed the squeaky door too, and he’ll attest to it at every possible chance, even though his room is on the opposite side of the compound since he couldn’t handle being that close to Bucky’s nightmares. Which leaves you with Steve. You loved your boyfriend, and you knew he could tell that something was off. You weren’t leaving him, that was for sure, but since there was something you hadn’t told anyone in the Compound, you had started distancing yourself as you were getting ready to come out. It wasn’t on purpose, you just wanted to do it all at once. Whether it meant being dumped and fired in the same breath, you didn’t care, you would find a new place. Especially since you couldn’t go back home. You would find a new place to work, and nobody would ever find out again.

“I can do this.” You muttered to yourself while recoding FRIDAY to make space for all the new files Nat and Clint had just brought back from a HYDRA base. The Avengers weren’t focused on taking out HYDRA, well, I mean, they were but they weren’t. They were using their own information to take them down. And by that, I mean that SHIELD was disbanded the second you stormed into Nick Fury’s office to inform him of what the hell was going on, about a month after you were hired, mind you. When Tony had found a list of all the SHIELD agents that were secretly HYDRA, Fury had secretly rehired all the SHIELD-SHIELD agents to work under the Avengers. Any HYDRA-SHIELD agent was left to fend for themselves.

“Of course you can do this, kiddo. What are you even talking about? You’re just deleting your security footage and old projects off FRIDAY to clear space. You do that at least once a month.” Tony responded.

“Oh, uh-well, I-um.” You responded about as eloquently as you did the first time he asked you about you and Steve.

“Take your time, what’s going on?”

“..Can we call a team meeting tonight?”

“Sure we can, but why?”

“I promise I’ll explain everything.”

That was four hours ago, and now you were frantically blocking both Wanda and Loki out of your mind while pacing around your old apartment from before you moved in with Steve.

“Princess? Are you okay? Tony told us you wanted to call a meeting.” Steve knocked softly at your door.

“I’ll be out in a second. I-yeah, I promise I’ll be there in a minute.” You were so nervous that you swore you were about to puke. Instead, you grabbed a piece of gum off your dresser and opened the door, wary of Steve possibly leaning on it.

“Oh, darlin’. Are you alright?” Steve asked, kissing your forehead.

“I- nope, hold on.” You ran back into your apartment, and into the bathroom, and the contents of your stomach were immediately evicted.

“Sweetheart!” Steve followed you back into your apartment and knelt next to you, feeling your forehead. “FRIDAY, is she alright?”

“Miss Y/N appears to be in perfect health, Captain Rogers. I believe she’s nervous to tell you all something.”

“You’re such a fucking tattletale, Fri.” You mumbled under your breath.

Steve pulled you back from the toilet slightly, flushing it. He then helped you stand so you could brush your teeth. “I know you’re leaving me, sugar.”

“Yeah- wait, what?! No! Stevie, why would I ever leave you?” You said after rinsing your mouth. “I’m not leaving, I have no reason to leave the Compound. Like, seriously, I never leave except to get new books from the Sanctum.” You started walking away from him, grabbing his hand and dragging you with him. “Seriously, Stevie. What would make you think I’d ever leave?”

“You’ve been reeeeeeeeeeal distant lately doll.” Bucky said, coming up next to the two of you.

“I know..I’m sorry.” You stood at the head of the table in the meeting room. “Let me explain.”

“What is there to explain?” Nat asked. “It’s obvious.”

“It’s obvious?” You asked, surprised.

“You’re leaving, so you’ve been distancing yourself from everyone.” Clint interjected, looking sternly at Nat. Your eyes widened softly, you didn’t know that Clint knew too.

“Have I ever told any of you why I never go home?”

“No, kiddo, you’ve never mentioned.” Tony said softly.

You took a deep breath before talking. “So my parents kicked me out. I was getting ready to move in here, when an old friend of mine from highschool showed up at our door. I was running down the stairs to answer it, since I had seen his car from my window, but my dad got there first. My so-called friend announced news that I never wanted my parents to know, and when they rounded on me.. The topic had only been brought up once before, and I denied everything so fast and with such anger that when my Y/S said it, my mom almost imploded. But, I can tell that part of the story later, if need be.

“My parents turned to look at me, and I glared at my ‘friend’ before saying ‘Any chance I could convince you that’s a lie?’, uh, spoiler alert, there wasn’t any chance that was happening. So instead of leaving some stuff to grab later because I didn’t have enough room, I shoved everything I hadn’t already packed into garbage bags, threw everything I owned in the back of my truck, and drove around until I realized I needed to be here. That’s why I said I had driven all night when I showed up, it was a long drive, but I made it longer than it needed to be because I figured I couldn’t show up in the lobby at 1 in the morning.”

“Princess, what’s so bad about you that you never told your parents?” Steve asked, squeezing your hand softly.

“Whatever it is, Y/N, you can still be my big sister.” Peter said, standing to give you a hug.

“I dunno how to say it.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“If you know how to finger spell in sign, Nat or I can say it, sweetie.” Clint told you softly, evidently already knowing what you couldn’t manage to say.

“Um, okay.” ‘C-L-I-N-T, N-A,T, I-M B-I. P-L-E-A-S-E D-O-N-T F-I-R-E M-E.’ You might’ve gotten m, n, or t mixed up in there somewhere but you know Clint and Nat knew what you said. Besides, you weren’t fluent in sign, and it’s not your fault the placement of the thumb means so much.

Nat walked over and hugged you too. “I know, sweetie. But it’s still nice to hear it from you.”

“So what’d she say?” Bruce asked.

“She said, and I quote, ‘Clint, Nat, I’m bi. Please don’t fire me’.” Clint said.

Peter kissed the top of your head, mumbling “I’m proud of you.” into it.

“Wait, what does that mean again?” Bucky asked.

“It means that she likes both men and women. Kiddo, I would never fire someone for being LGBTQ+, well, I would, but not because they were LGBTQ+. If someone’s an asshole, I’ll indiscriminately fire them.” Tony said, which made you giggle into Peter’s shirt.

“But, Mr. Stark-”

“Tony.”

“-Tony, I am an asshole. I’m just a sarcastic one instead of actually being mean to people.” You sniffled softly into Peter’s shirt, but he heard you.

“Oh, that doesn’t count. I would’ve been fired a long time ago for that.”Clint said, rubbing your back.

“Okay, wait, did you just snot into my shirt, Y/N? Really?” He pulled away from the hug. “I do a lot, but not tears.” He shoved you lightly into Clint’s arms, and you softly curled up on his lap, scared since Steve hadn’t said anything.

“Listen, little one, I’m proud of you.” Loki said from across the room. “I’m genderfluid as well as pansexual, and Father made me use my magic to stay male at all times on Asgard.”

“Oh, Loki, that must’ve been so dysphoric for you. I’m so sorry.” You said softly, still sniffling into Clint’s shirt.

“Wait, is that it?” Bucky asked. “Not that I’m mad at you, doll. I know that must’ve been really scary for you after the stunt your parents pulled. But you didn’t know that we all go to Pride every year?”

“You all go to- seriously?”

“Either as members or allies, kiddo.” Clint said, still rubbing your back.

“Really? ..I’ve never been before.”

“It’s next week! We’ll take you!” Wanda exclaimed.

“We can paint little flags on your face, princessa!” Pietro sped over to you and kissed your cheek before returning to his spot.

“Get your damn hands off my girl, Speedy.” Steve growled.

‘That’s what he cares about?’ You thought softly. ‘Wanda, can you get me back to my old apartment?’ Wanda leaned over to whisper something to Pietro, and the next thing you know, you were back in your apartment. “Thank you, Piet.” You said, sitting down on your old bed.

“It’s no problem, princessa. I’m proud of you too, for the record.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, probably to avoid the wrath of Steve.

There was a knock on your door, but nobody announced who was there. You stood up and looked through the little peephole to see, since you didn’t really want to talk to Steve right now. You sighed in relief once you saw it was Bucky. You opened the door enough that he could come in, but anyone else would hopefully realize that they were not being extended an invite. “Thanks, doll.” Bucky said quietly. “Is that what it’s called when you like both?”

“Yeah, it’s bisexual, but most people just shorten it to bi.” He nodded and waited a few minutes before speaking again.

“Steve doesn’t care.”

“Well, the only thing he seemed to care about is that Piet touched me, so it would seem like he did kinda care because he didn’t say anything.”

“He’d kill me for telling you this, doll. But he’s never slept with a woman other than you.” He paused, presumably to let it sink in. “Just me.”

You winced softly. “Buck..he hasn’t slept with me either. And don’t tell Steve.. but he’s been my first everything.”

“Everything?”

“Okay, well I dated a little in highschool, but we never actually went on dates. We studied together, and one of the guys just hung out at my house like every day that summer, but none of the guys I dated ever took me anywhere. Or kissed me, and since we didn’t get to kissing, we didn’t get any farther.” You stopped to let that sink in for a second. “And don’t think that I give a shit about you and Steve sleeping together, the sexual tension between the two of you is unbelievable.”

“Why haven’t you told Steve?”

“Because he’ll go insane. He’ll want everything to be absolutely perfect and everything will inevitably go wrong, and I don’t want it perfect, I just want Steve.”

“Wait, though, hold on. If you two aren’t sleeping together, then why were you sneaking into his room at 2AM almost every night?”

“Stevie told me about how he used to help you with your nightmares, so I figured maybe he could help with mine. At first he’d talk me down, and then he’d sleep on the couch and he’d give me the whole bed. Until I had another nightmare and I could convince him to stay with me. As time went on, we’d talk about my nightmares, and he’d just stay in bed with me instead of taking the couch for an hour or two at a time. And then I just started not being able to fall asleep unless I was curled up to Steve. And then I just started going to his room every night when we all went to bed because I was gonna wind up there at some point in the night anyway.” You paused to breathe. “Honestly, the first time he kissed me was just to get me to shut up, so don’t ever tell him that was my first kiss, because he feels bad enough about it being the first kiss I had with him.”

Bucky laughed. “I did the same thing to him back in Brooklyn after Sarah died. He told me he was fine, but I told him I was coming in anyway. And when he started ranting about joining the army, should the war get worse, I kissed him to make him stop talking about the damn war for 5 goddamn minutes.”

“Were you guys together when I first got here?”

“No, doll. We fooled around together a couple of times, but we stopped. We both wanted you, but since Stevie never got any girls back then, I figured I wouldn’t fight him on one now.”

“I’ll still fight you for her if you want, jerk.”

“I’ll still beat your ass, punk.”

You curled into Bucky more than you had been. “H-how long have you been standing there, Stevie?”

“Long enough to hear all the shit you didn’t want me to hear.”

“Language.” Bucky muttered under his breath, causing Steve to shoot him a glare.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me, darlin’?”

“..Which part?”

“Any of it. You know you can trust me.”

“I know, but- I was scared you would leave me. I was just tryna keep good things good for as long as I could.” Bucky chuckled. “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to rhyme.”

“And about being a virgin? Sugar, you know I wouldn’t care. Tony’s called me the 95 year old virgin since I was defrosted.”

“Well, I didn’t tell you about the kiss because I know how bad you feel that our first kiss was you shutting me up after I was ranting over some characters.” Bucky chuckled again and you elbowed him in the side. “And I know you, Stevie, you’d drive yourself and everyone around you crazy trying to make the night perfect. But considering most of my friends lost their virginity in the backseat of the car they happened to be in that night, I don’t give a shit about the perfect night. Virginity’s a social construct. Like I said, I just want you.” You paused slightly. “Maybe Buck.”

“What?!” They both exclaimed.

“Well, you said you were fightin’ over me, right?” They both nodded. “What if you didn’t have to? I don’t know if any of them have told you, but there’s this thing called polyamory. We could all date each other without it being cheating or anything.”

“Genius.” Bucky said. But once again, Steve didn’t say anything.

“Oh, Stevie, we don’t have to. It was just an idea. It can just be you and me if you want it to be.”

“My best girl and my best guy. Together. Sweetheart, that sounds amazing. And I don’t care about you being bi, I’m sorry you were scared to tell us.”

“It’s not your fault, honey. You weren’t there.”

He kissed you softly before pulling you into his lap. “You should never be afraid to tell us anything.” 

Bucky kissed your forehead before heading for the door. “Well, I’ll just-”

“Bucky, sit your ass back down, we’re not done with you.” Steve said sternly.

“-Sit back down then, apparently.” You stood from Steve’s lap and pulled Bucky into a hug, sighing softly. Steve came up behind you and planted a kiss on the top of your head before wrapping the both of you in a hug.

“Y’know, Buck, she has the softest lips you’ll ever find.” You blushed, hiding your face in Bucky’s chest.

Steve pulled you back, and Bucky tilted your head towards him. “Is that so?”

“It’s what he tells me.”

Bucky kissed you softly, almost like he was scared Steve would punch him for doing so. Pulling back, he said “Damn, punk, first time ever you’ve been right.” You blushed harder, not knowing where to look since you were still so close to Bucky’s face.

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You did end up losing your virginity that night, on the bright side. Well, you supposed, there was more than one bright side. You kept your job, and your friends, as well as your boyfriend. And you even gained a boyfriend while you were at it. All in all, your coming out story could’ve been much worse, but the Avengers would be accepting. Right?

HOLY SHIT I’M SO SORRY. This really was meant to be a Steve x Reader, and I swear that one of these days I will write a fic where the reader doesn’t end up with Bucky in some form. Today is not that day. It turned into a Steve x Bucky x Reader, so sue me. You won’t get anything if you try. As many writers know, you follow where the words take you, and next time, I will not let the words take me back into the arms of Bucky. I love him, we all do, but not every fic I write can be about him. I hope that none of you will relate to this, this is not my actual experience, as I’m only actually out to a few friends and anonymously to half the internet (I’m so sorry I don’t know how to spell anonymous, so I probably just fucked it up again), but alas, parents that aren’t homophobic to anyone except if me or my little sibling were to come out. I hope if you’ve read this far that you enjoyed it, and uh, yeah. I’m sorry this turned into a Stucky x Reader.

#female reader #bi reader #bi steve rogers #bi bucky barnes #gender fluid loki #pansexual loki #reader comes out to the avengers #steve rogers is a good boyfriend #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #clint barton #tony stark #tony stark has a heart #peter parker #pepper potts #carol danvers is almost definitely not straight #the twins are here too and they love the reader like a sister #the guardians sometimes show up but they missed this #im so sorry its so long #loki laufeyson #thor odinson

[madddddy]

When they were in space together, Nebula and Tony became close. They had to, being they were the only living things around. He taught her how to play finger football and she cared for his wounds. One day, about 10 or so days in, she asked an important question.

“What happened to you?” Nebula asked.

Tony scoffed before answering, this time without his usual mask of sarcasm and uncaring. He spoke, his voice rough from the depleting oxygen.

“What hasn’t happened to me? I’ve been kidnapped more times than I can count, including a 3-month vacation in Afghanistan where they were paid to kill me. I ended up having surgery in a cave to take shrapnel out of my heart. Yinsen,” his voice broke on the name, “tried his best to get it all. He also helped me put the arc reactor in my chest. He died protecting me and told me to not waste my life. A bunch of other bullshit happened like Palladium poisoning and the Avengers were formed. I wasn't even supposed to be one, but they decided they needed the billionaire. Then I flew a nuke into a wormhole Rogers wanted to close with me in it. Then I was mind-controlled by Maximoff, which gave me the reason to make Ultron. Which killed my first AI, JARVIS. And yeah, that was my fault but it was also Bruce and Maximoff. And Maximoff's brother died protecting a little boy and Barton. She hates me for something I didn't control, the fact that someone I trusted double dealt weapons under my nose. And don't even get me started on the fucking Accords." And he kept ranting to her. He had to stop to save oxygen, but eventually, he got everything out.

Including him hiding his parent's death and leaving him in the Siberian bunker to die. He also confided about Peter Parker and how he feels guilty about his death and how he loved him as a son.

Day 22, just when he was about to run out of oxygen, Carol Danvers aka Captain Marvel came to their rescue. She brought the ship back to Earth. The 2 had become even closer. She was actually calling him "Tony" and he would call her "Neb" or any of the many nicknames he had.

When they walked off with her carrying him slightly, she asked him which one was Steve Rogers. When Tony pointed him out to her, she carefully transferred him to Rhodey and Bruce, before rolling up her sleeves and walking towards the man who hurt her friend.

"NebULA NO!" Tony yelled out when he saw her, but she paid him no mind, striding right up to Steve and punching him in the nose.

He screamed out in pain and grabbed his nose as Tony looked horrified. Rhodey, Bruce, and Pepper all looked smug seeing the man who hurt their friend. Steve looked hurt and confused but Nebula just looked content with her "work".

"That is for Tony."

She turned around and walked back to Tony while the others were trying not to laugh at Steve’s pained face.

“Neb, you didn’t have to do that,” Tony told her softly.

She looked at him, showing the softest look he had ever seen from her.

“Yes. Yes, I did. You are my...friend and I...care about you.”

He smiled at her and hugged her. She hesitantly hugged back.

“We’ll get them back.” He whispered in her ears.

“I know.” She whispered back. “I know.”

#nebula #tony stark #avengers endgame #avengers infinity war #nebula punches steve #team iron man #not steve rogers friendly #steve gets what he deserves #this is also on ao3

[ifmywishescametrue]

Ahh what about falling asleep on the other’s shoulder, maybe for tony + rhodey? Ty!

 i absolutely loved this prompt, so i hope that you like what i’ve done with it!! thank you for sending it  🥰

Their first date is as close to perfect as it comes, especially considering how Tony spent most of the time before it terrified it would be a disaster. He fretted over every little detail of his appearance and annoyed Pepper with just how many times he asked her if he looked okay. She looked ready to kick him out of her dorm room long before Rhodey showed up so they could walk together to the restaurant. It was almost like any other night between them, except Rhodey held his hand on the sidewalk and on top of the table, and then he kissed him in front of the door at the end of the date. 

That’s where it becomes a little awkward. 

Not the kiss, though. The kiss was all kinds of wonderful and spectacular and the fireworks Tony’s been hearing about for so long. But it’s awkward when they fully realize that the date is over, but they’re returning to the same apartment. Rhodey unlocks the door and gestures for Tony to walk inside first, and it’s even stranger to remember that usually at this point after a first date, he would always go wherever Rhodey was to tell him everything. But it’s hard to gush about an amazing night with the perfect guy when the perfect guy is the one you’d be telling it to. 

They hover in the entryway for a moment, eyes flitting between each other and anywhere else. There’s a smile on Rhodey’s face that he’s clearly trying to control, but he’s failing completely, and Tony knows his own must look the same. 

“So do you wanna watch a movie?” Tony finally asks, and Rhodey’s laughter makes him laugh, too. 

“Yeah,” he says, slipping his hand back into Tony’s. “That sounds nice.”

Tony grins, “Change into pajamas and meet back on the couch?”

Rhodey nods, and he lifts Tony’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it before letting go. Tony watches him go towards his bedroom, pretending that he wasn’t when Rhodey turns back in his doorway to look at him, but he doesn’t buy it. He laughs again and says, “Go change, dork.”

“That’s a mean thing to call your boyfriend,” Tony says teasingly, then freezes, eyes a little wide. One date doesn’t really make a boyfriend, and it’s premature to say. His mind starts to whirl with panic at having ruined everything already, only for everything to go abruptly quiet again when Rhodey teases back, “Fine, go change, darling.” 

Tony nose wrinkles, “Ew, no. Try something else.”

“Sweetheart?”

Tony shakes his head. 

“Honey?”

“You’re obviously the honey in this relationship, honey bear.”

Rhodey leans against his door frame, a wide smile on his face. “Cupcake?”

“Not really a fan.”

“Sugar?”

“Definitely not.”

“Lover?”

Tony laughs, “Not technically accurate.”

“We can change that, dearest,” Rhodey grins devilishly. 

“Not if you’re calling me that, we won’t,” Tony jokes, ignoring the little thrill the thought sends down his spine. He turns toward his bedroom and tosses a smile over his shoulder at Rhodey, who doesn’t make any sort of attempt to pretend he wasn’t staring. “Guess you’ll just have to keep trying.”

“Count on it, pumpkin.”

“Absolutely never,” Tony calls through his closed door. He starts to rifle through his dresser, searching for the sweatshirt he openly stole from Rhodey a few couple years back and the flannel pants that he ‘borrowed’ and ‘forgot’ to return to him last month. It doesn’t take him long to find them, close to the top from all the reuse, and he pulls them on quickly.

Rhodey is already waiting for him on the couch, similarly dressed for comfort, and there’s a soft expression on his face when he looks up at Tony. He opens his arms for Tony to slip into, wrapping him in warmth and murmuring in his ear, “Have I ever told you how much I like you in my clothes?”

“No,” Tony smiles, “but I think I’ve heard the exact opposite a few times.”

“I stand by the fact that you’re a terrible clothes stealing gremlin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re cute in them. It’s not mutually exclusive.”

Tony snuggles a little closer, muffling his laugh into Rhodey’s shoulder and watching as he flips through channels to find a movie to watch. “Gremlin isn’t a nice thing to call your boyfriend either.”

Rhodey hums, picking one of those old black and white movies that always remind Tony of weekends with his Aunt Peggy in the best way, then he asks, “Angel?”

Laughing, Tony says, “Neither of us believes that one.”

He keeps going with the nicknames while the movie plays, whispering them between scenes into Tony’s ear. “Sweet pea?”

“Your mom calls me that sometimes.”

Tony twines his fingers with Rhodey’s on his lap, adjusting his position to cuddle in even closer, while they laugh together at the movie. 

“What about sunshine?” he murmurs a few minutes later.

“Too cheesy.”

Tony’s eyes are starting to drift shut while they watch, too comfortable and warm like this to resist the pull of sleep. Rhodey’s other hand strokes through his hair, lulling him even deeper towards the sleep he’s trying to fight off.

“Buttercup?”

“Even cheesier.”

The characters on the screen have already broken up and gotten back together by the time Rhodey finally suggests, “Baby?”

“I like that one,” Tony smiles, letting his eyes fully close now. The last thing he feels before he falls asleep is the soft kiss on his forehead, and Rhodey’s arms wrapping him up tight.

#rhodeytony #ironhusbands #my writing #my fic #prompts #prompt fill #omg-just-peachy #i didn't mean for the endearments thing to become the whole plot when i started it but here we are i guess

[margarethx]

I feel like one of the reasons why Sam and Bucky work with each other so well as a duo in is the fact that they are at the same (or almost the same) level of importance when it comes to the MCU. They are in a similar position as characters.

Let me explain...

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Before tfatws Sam Wilson was a character from the background. He is important for the overall storyline, but he’s not at the front of any movie. Even in ca:tws he was less relevant to the plot than e.g. Natasha. He’s necessary and there is a significant reason he’s there at all, but at the end of the day it’s a Steve Rogers’ movie. Not Sam’s. And even if calling Sam a sidekick is most of the time insulting - at least within the MCU - he kind of is a sidekick. That’s the role he has in the narrative. There’s a main hero (Steve) and a guy who follows his lead to help (Sam). Of course Sam has his own life and issues that have nothing to do with Steve, but we don’t even know them at this point. And here we’re looking at Sam through the lense of the Captain America movies.

Almost every scene with Sam before tfatws was connected to Steve. Sam joined the fight in ca:tws to help Steve. He was in AoU, because Steve invited him to Stark’s party. He was in Civil War, because Steve asked him to join the Avengers and he wanted to help Steve with finding Bucky... Similarly, Sam had his own opinions in Civil War, but we only hear them when it’s relevant to Steve’s story. (When Sam and Rhodey argue about the Accords they stand behind Steve, because the scene is about him making the decision.)  Even in Ant-Man, where there is no Steve at all, Sam mentions him after Scott left. Etc, etc. You get the picture.

And the same goes for Bucky.

We only see him in ca:tfa where his story is intertwined with Steve’s. When Steve gets his ass kicked before he got the serum. Or when they go to the Expo. Or when they fight during the war. Even when Bucky is saved by Steve it’s less about him being finally free and more about Steve finding his friend again. In ca:tws their meeting is told mostly from Steve’s perspective. It’s a film about Steve facing the Winter Soldier not the other way round. And later viewers don’t see Bucky’s life as a fugative untill the moment he becomes important to Steve’s storyline again in Civil War. And so on and so forth. It goes like that basically from Bucky’s first appearance in the MCU to the last scenes of Endgame.

When Steve and Bucky are fighting on the same side Bucky’s role could also be described as: “a sidekick”. Just like Sam’s.

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And I honestly believe that this is the reason why pairing Sam and Bucky together makes so much sense. Even if you put aside the obvious chemistry between the characters and their actors it just works for them to join forces in multiple scenes.

Both of them walked in Steve’s shadow before they got their own show. Not because they’re less interesting as characters or because Steve’s storyline is better, but because Steve is one of the main heroes in the entire MCU while Sam and Bucky were always orbiting around him in a way. And we, as the viewers, learnt very little about them outside of the stuff that was important for their relationships with Cap.

Why do we know about Sam losing Riley? Because Steve also lost someone who fell to their death. Why do we see Bucky killing Stark’s parents? Because it’s a movie about Steve’s conflict with Tony (mostly) and it’s just one of many things that makes the conflict worse. I’m not implying it’s unfair to the characters or something (even though I’d love to see them having more sceentime in general)... It’s just the role they serve in a story, because someone has to be in that position for the narrative to flow. You cannot make every character “the main one”. That wouldn’t really work.

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But then... When Sam and Bucky are together we suddenly see much more about both of them outside of their connection with Steve. It’s almost like destiny how they always end up in close proximity. They seem to naturally gravitate towards each other ever since they’ve met. And it looks like taking them away from a big, important character (Steve) makes them shine brighter. Most of the little moments they shared became iconic at some point when they were just allowed to exist together.

And again... I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy seeing their interactions with Steve, because I do. Especially Sam’s. But it very often feels like they interact with each other because it’s important for the progression of the plot. When Steve talks with Sam it’s often about their next mission, or how Sam helps him with something, or to show that Steve has difficulties with adjusting to the modern world. And when Steve talks with Bucky (at least after ca:tfa) I always feel like there should be a narrator’s voice talking over a scene, telling me: “see? they were friends in the past, before the war... this is important! pay attention”.

Meanwhile, when Sam and Bucky interact, some scenes just... happen for no purpose. Like they interact, because they want to, not because the script told them to. There’s absolutely no plot-related reason for showing Sam and Bucky sitting in that tiny car in Germany. Or for showing them standing together in Infinity War when Thanos attacks.

What the two of them have is completely different from what they had with Steve in the past.

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To be honest, it always bothered me a little how Steve never really did anything for Sam (freeing him from prison where Sam landed for helping Steve doesn’t count). It’s always Sam making Steve feel better and standing by his side. So it’s a very glaring contrast, when we got to see a whole separate montage where Bucky visits Sam and helps him fix the boat that was important to his family. Or when he casually throws a shield with him for practice, asks Sam if he’s okay, and brings him a new super-hero suit even though Sam never even asked for these favours or suggested that he needs Bucky’s help.

And I know that some people won’t like what I’m about to say, but Steve and Bucky really don’t act like they are particularly close to each other most of the time (especially after their first movie). I believe that they were friends before everything went to shit, but after ca:tws? Not really. They cling to that label, because of their shared story and because Steve cannot let go of the past, but they just... don’t act like they are friends anymore. It’s like they both changed too much and don’t know how to deal with that. So they don’t. It’s like Steve is only attached to some past version of Bucky that no longer exists and the new Bucky doesn’t fully match his expectations. Sam on the other hand has no expectations at all. He builds his relationship with Bucky from the fresh foundations. The creators don’t need to bring back some shared memories from 70 years ago to prove that these two have a strong connection. They just show them doing stuff together. The argument about The Big Three? Petty revange over a car seat? Discussing music tastes? Having “sleepovers” and giving each other slightly mean, but harmless nicknames? Discussing mental health? Having staring contests? Watching goddamn sunsets? That’s what people who are close to each other do.

And that’s why these two simply... work.

It’s not just implied or explained in a flashback. “Look, viewer. They are friends. I know they don’t act like they are, but trust me. They went for a dinner a decade ago... offscreen.” Sam and Bucky even refused to call themselves friends! They’re a couple of guys (allegedly). And yet I still know they like each other very much from the way they interact, speak about each other, or look at each other.

And I really think that one of the main reason’s why it works like that is because they’re both equally crucial (or irrelevant at times) for the story. Both are just as (un)necessary for the plot to move on. Sometimes they are very important and sometimes the plot would easily work without them. ca:tws could’ve happen without Sam. Civil War could’ve technically happen without Bucky if they put more emphasis on the Accords. There were both certainly unnecessary in Infinity War or Endgame. But there’s no way the events in tfatws would’ve happen without both of them being there together. Sam might’ve never taken the shield and become Captain America if it wasn’t for Bucky. Bucky would’ve spent countless years trying and failing to make amends and never finding peace if it wasn’t for Sam. The fandom likes to focus on only Bucky, but you wouldn’t get this much content about him if there was no Sam to share the story with him.

Because they just fit together perfectly.

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Last disclaimer (because I really don’t want people to get the wrong impression): I actually like Steve. And I like Samsteve (romantically or platonically). Platonic Stevebucky is alright too. But it just kind of... pales in comparison when you see what Sam and Bucky have. Most MCU relationships pale in comparison if I’m being honest.

#i don't know if anything i said makes sense #sam wilson #samuel thomas wilson #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #captain america sam wilson #the falcon #winter soldier #white wolf #sambucky #sam x bucky #winterfalcon #tfatws #caatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #mcu #marvel

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

She Who Shan't Be Named - Part 1 | Sugar Lips (Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), suggestive language, alcohol, drunk sexual actions, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.7k Masterlist: LINK

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“I, unfortunately, have someone I want to introduce you all to.” Tony begins as he’s gathered everyone in the living quarters.

“Unfortunately? Well, that always sounds like a good start, Stark.” Natasha jokes, sitting alongside Bucky and Sam on one of the couches.

Tony rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Yeah, well,” He trails off. “This is (Y/N) (L/N).” He gestures, pointing to the woman leaning against a pillar in the back corner of the room.

She makes an effort to stand upright and walk further into the room.

“Well, hello. It’s nice to finally meet you all in person.”

To say everyone in the room falls speechless with their eyes wide and jaws dropped is an understatement.

“Oh my God, you lot are insatiable.” Tony groans, rolling his eyes once more.

(Y/N) can only smirk and wink at just about everyone in the room.

“You’re welcome, Starky Boy.”

“Put a sock in it, sugar-lips.”

“Sugar-lips?” Rhodey quizzes, amusement dripping from his voice.

Tony and (Y/N) can only stare at one another and grin as they remember where that nickname came from.

*** flashback ***

“One more for the road?” Tony suggests to the very, very drunk (Y/N) beside him.

It’s three-thirty-AM, they’re both at their favourite bar in Manhattan, enjoying a belated birthday weekend of (Y/N)’s which he regretfully missed due to Avenger work.

“You know how to tempt me, Starky-boy.” She teases with a wink, waving her hand up to catch the attention of the bartender, Harrison, who they’ve grown acquainted with over the years of drinking at his bar.

Tony falls into a comfortable silence as he simply stares at the woman he’s been friends with since he was a teen at Phillips Academy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The woman’s sarcastic comment pushes him over the edge. Within a second, his hands are grabbing her head and pulling her in for a harsh, desperate, passion-fueled kiss.

Harrison smirks as he sits their drinks down, watching how the pair have had ridiculous amounts of sexual tension coursing through them since they first started coming to the bar over ten years ago.

“What, the fuck?” (Y/N) manages to breathe between kisses.

“Stop talking.” Tony murmurs in response, only intensifying the kiss more and more.

“Tony,” She attempts but makes no effort to stop the man. No. Absolutely not.

She’s gotten herself off to the thought of this man too many times for her to want to stop.

Her hands are grasping at the black shirt that adorns his torso, his own hands moving down to grab her hips, itching to have her closer and closer.

“Jesus Christ.” The woman gasps as best she can. “Anthony!”

The man pulls back at the use of his full name but doesn’t let go of her hips.

“Tell me you haven’t wanted to do that?” He asks, voice deep. Low. Husky.

“Of course I wanted to fucking do it, you imbecile!”

His hand jumps up to grasp at her throat, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Guys, you’re gonna make my customers leave; the back lounge is empty.” Harrison interrupts. Tony continues to make no effort to stop his actions. They’re both too drunk to care.

Not that he’d care anymore so when he’s sober.

The billionaire practically drags the woman off of their barstools, (Y/N) frantically grabbing their drinks, spilling half of them on the floor - to which she gives Harrison an apologetic look but he simply rolls his eyes with a grin.

A small shriek escapes the woman’s lips as Tony throws her into the room, her hands managing to sit the, now half-empty, drinks on the coffee table.

“On your knees.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” She grins, obeying the man’s order whilst quickly throwing her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Always knew you were a slut.” The man growls, unbuckling his belt and zipper on his smart trousers.

“You know me best, Starky Boy.”

She wastes no time in taking the man’s solid cock into her mouth, moaning at the feeling and taste, Tony groaning in satisfaction.

“Look how desperate you are for it.” He condescends yet continues to thrust into her mouth, fucking the back of her throat.

No words can be formed to give the man a reply. She’s too busy focusing on taking his impressive shaft down her throat, making sure her lips are touching his pelvis.

“Christ!”

He can’t help himself. His hands are in her hair, grabbing it and yanking her closer to his body, not thinking about anything other than the noise of her gagging.

“FUCK! You filthy fucking slut.”

She moans at that, working his cock more and more.

It’s not too long later before the man is releasing all over the woman’s face, her sticking her tongue out and taking as much of it as she can.

“This was a brand new blouse, Stark.” She complains, jokingly, as she licks her white lips. “Ugh, salty.”

“Don’t lie, you know it’s sweeter than sugar.” Tony laughs, re-doing his trousers.

“It definitely fucking isn’t.” (Y/N) groans, standing up and licking the rest of the mess off of her mouth.

“Whatever you say, sugar-lips.”

“TONY!”

*** flashback end ***

“A nickname I gave her once upon a time.” Tony vaguely explains, (Y/N) chuckling.

“Okay. So why’s she here?” Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off the most attractive woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“She has a name.” (Y/N) comments, quirking a flirtatious brow at the man.

The super soldier raises his brows but smirks.

“Why’re you here, doll?”

Now, that does something to her core.

“Starky Boy told me that y’all need a babysitter, so here I am!” She boasts, evidently joking but it makes everyone grin and not ask anymore questions.

“I’ve known her since I was in my teens, she’s a family friend.” Tony adds, reassuring everyone that she’s not someone to be cautious of.

“Pft, family friend? Don’t compliment yourself, Stark.” (Y/N) jokes, everyone laughing with her. “Anyway, in all seriousness, hello, I’m (Y/N). I’m temporarily chilling here if you’re all alright with it since I got nowhere else to be.”

“A pleasure, (Y/N). Steve Rogers.” Captain America begins, stepping forward and shaking the woman’s hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Captain.” She winks, the man smirking at her antics which will be refreshing around the compound.

“Bucky.” The Winter Soldier greets, nodding his head at the woman from his seat on the couch.

“Romanoff.” Black Widow follows, (Y/N) biting her lip at the red-head. “Natasha Romanoff.”

“Alright, James Bond.” Sam jokes, everyone laughing.

“Tony, I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve given me the opportunity to meet the Natasha Romanoff.” (Y/N) beams, winking at the woman who returns the gesture with a smug smile.

“Christ.” Tony groans, face-palming harder than ever.

“Sam Wilson.” The man smirks, reaching out to shake the woman’s hand from his position on the couch.

“Bird Boy.”

He gives a hearty laugh at that.

“Sure.”

“James Rhodes, but call me Rhodey.”

“So you’re the Transformer’s identical twin, right?” The woman quizzes, rhetorically, shaking the man’s hand.

Another round of laughter.

“Something like that.”

“Bruce. Bruce Banner.”

“The guy I don’t wanna piss off; got it.” (Y/N) smiles, watching the brunet give her an anxious smile and chuckle. “Or maybe I do.” She adds with a wink, basking in the entertainment that comes from his embarrassed expression.

“(Y/N).” Tony groans, semi-threateningly.

“Yes, Anthony?” She asks, smiling at him like an innocent child who’s never done wrong.

“Good day to you, beautiful mortal. I am Thor of Asgard.”

“Wowee…” The woman widens her eyes as the God leans down to kiss her cheeks. “The one and only.”

“That would be I.” He smiles, throwing her a wink also. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Stop hogging the limelight already.” A voice complains from beside the God of Thunder.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the God of Mischief.”

“Well, well, well, a beautiful lady such as yourself knows who I am, huh?” Loki greets, taking her hand and leans down to press a kiss to her knuckles, Tony continuing to grunt and groan in the background.

“Hard not to when you get off on destroying New York.” (Y/N) grins, a chorus of laughter filling the room yet again.

“Stop hogging the limelight.” A female voice mimics Loki's previous words.

“Well if it isn’t the Scarlet Witch!”

“That is I.” Wanda grins. “Wanda.” She adds, holding her hand out for (Y/N) to shake, which she accepts graciously.

“Tony, do you know how pissed I am that you’ve not introduced me to these people until now?”

“Oh my God, I’m literally going to kick you out.” The billionaire responds, pouring himself a whisky from the bar at the back of the living quarters.

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/N) retorts, winking at Wanda before turning to the couch beside her which a certain Archer is leisurely laid across. “Barton.”

“(L/N).”

“Long time no see.”

“Ya think?” Clint quirks a brow, jokingly.

“How’s Laura? How’re the kids?”

“Not bad, not bad. How’s Michael?”

“Dead if I had any say in the matter.” The woman casually threatens as the brunet mentions her ex-boyfriend.

He breathes out a laugh.

“Commitment issues as good as ever then?”

“You know me, Robin.” She jokes, using the nickname she gave me when he came on a night out with Tony and her many moons ago.

“You two know each other?” Wanda questions.

They both shrug.

“Somewhat.” Clint answers, (Y/N) giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“You love me!”

He grins and sits up before standing.

“You know I do, come ‘ere.” The man chuckles, pulling the woman in for a tight embrace.

“Missed you, Robin.”

“You too, Marian.” He responds, using the fairytale nicknames from Robin Hood.

“Those two have definitely banged.” Sam snarks from across the room, Natasha agreeing.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Wilson.” Clint teases, flashing a wink his way.

“Now, now, boys.” The woman settles, turning to the young gentleman on the other couch, staring at her with some much awe in his eyes. “Who’s the kid?” She asks, staring at him directly yet directing her question at Tony.

“Uh, hi, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He stumbles, standing upright and holding out his hand for her to shake.

She giggles.

“Corruptible.”

“(L/N)!” Tony yells, the woman only laughing as she shakes the young man’s hand.

“A pleasure, spider-boy.”

Peter’s eyes widen at her knowing.

“Right, are we done? That was exhausting.” Tony complains for the nth time.

“Oh, grow a pair, Stark.” (Y/N) retorts.

“I will literally kick you out of this building.”

“You ain’t got the nerve.”

Downing a swig of his whisky, Tony takes a deep breath but smiles at the woman.

“It’ll be nice to have you around, sugar-lips.”

“I bet.” She winks, everyone chuckling again.

And that’s just the beginning of her relationships with everyone at the Avengers HQ.

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[s0ulsniper]

Avengers + more reacting to their s/o wearing a suit.

Warnings: None, just fluff and maybe suggestive content if that's offensive.

Included: Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Loki, Thor, Clint.

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

This idea I got from @lavenderacademia in their recent post. Go check it out !! <3

Use of feminine nicknames but it is all gender neutral!!

Also, if you want me to add anymore people please comment or DM me. I added as many people as I thought of at the moment, I've thought of adding Carol and Rhodey.

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Bucky:

– Even though you were telling him you were planning on wearing a suit to Starks party for the past week, nothing could prepare him for ACTUALLY seeing you.

– He knocks on your door, he's already ready.

– You yell back "one second !" and he patiently waits while you finish up your attire.

– After a minute he hears you tell to come in.

– He softly opens the door and tracks around the room until he finds your figure standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches.

– He totally did not stare for the longest, frozen in place.

– "Buck, what's wrong?" 

– That snaps him back to reality and he quickly apologizes.

– You definitely laugh at him.

– He's just very proud to have you as his date.

– Wolf whistles when both of you walk in.

– He has the biggest smile on his face.

– Proud Sam and Steve.

– He would never hear the end of the stories you told about him when he first saw you.

– Overall just silently flustered.

Steve:

– you both always get ready together, so while he got ready you went in the bathroom quickly to throw your outfit on.

– Once you were done you walked out of the bathroom and he smiled so quickly, wasting no time in showering you with millions of compliments.

– "You look so gorgeous."

– "I'm so lucky to have you."

– Would not stop.

– Even days after, he would still compliment you about it.

– Wherever you guys were going he made sure to always have an arm around your waist, or holding your hand.

– Made sure to buy you flowers and your favorite drink.

Tony:

– Obviously, you were the first to hear about when Tony was hosting a party, so you already had what you were gonna wear in time.

– He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a message to you asking if you were ready. 

– The message played over the speaker and you sent one back telling him to meet you in the living room on your floor.

– Whenever he got down to the living room and saw you sitting on the couch he immediately started smirking.

– Definitely snuck up on you trying to scare you, but gets mad when you throw something at him.

– Compliments, compliments, compliments.

– Throughout the whole night, the majority of them were wholesome but there was always a comment here and there that was definitely suggestive.

– Bragged on you to everyone for weeks.

Natasha:

– You always end up planning date nights since she is always caught up in work.

– You made sure to plan it when she wasn't busy and surprised her with flowers and a ride to both of yours favorite restaurant.

– When you knocked on her door and texted her you were outside she confusedly hurried to the door.

– But of course, her suspicions were true when she opened it to see you holding flowers, and dressed in a suit.

– She was definitely smirking the entire time you were explaining what you planned.

–Could not keep her hands off of you, but obviously liked the privacy more.

– She loved everything you did for her of course, but couldn't wait for the both of you to get home.

Bruce:

– There was a grand opening of a new restaurant near the compound and you two planned to go on opening night, you had already got the reservation.

– Even though you both hated going in crowded areas, just the general public, Tony had convinced you both it would be fun.

– You were getting ready at your friend's house, when he texted you telling you he was on his way to pick you up.

– You finished up and packed all your stuff up from the visit and talked with your friend until you heard a knock on the door.

– You heard your phone ping and you said your goodbyes to your friend.

– "Good luck y/n, have a good date!"

– "Thanks f/n, see ya!"

– He saw the door open and saw you and his knees almost gave out.

– Bro was immediately put on life support.

– Would not stop complimenting you, even though half the time he was just mumbling and stuttering, you knew what he meant.

– He was red the whole dinner, and that definitely didn't help already being nervous.

-You guys ended up leaving early to go home and cuddle up to watch a movie.

– cannot get the image of you in a suit out of his head for weeks.

Thor:

– You two have been visiting Asgard for about a week when Thor asked you to join him at an Asgardian party being hosted by him.

– you had a while to get ready and choose to wear an Asgardian suit that Loki suggested oddly enough.

– Even though they don't always get along, you trust that Loki knows Thor enough to suggest wearing it.

– Well, it was a beautiful outfit so really who wouldn't love it?

– You hear Thor's boasting voice from down the hallway and smile walking out the door.

– You have never seen him smile so brightly.

– He was so proud.

– He would be bragging and yelling while having you pulled close beside him.

– "THIS IS LADY/SIR Y/N, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"

-Compliments you loudly the whole time.

– Can't wait to get you alone. 

Clint:

– you know he has to make an appearance to all Tony's parties.

– Obviously, even though you were already going, he made a grand gesture of asking you to go with him.

– He knew that you were so excited because you bought a new suit and he was so eager to see you in it.

– You knocked on his door ready to go down since the party started around 20 minutes ago.

– You guys always made a grand late appearance, stayed till the after party then disappeared in the middle of it.

–I'll let you guess what you guys do when you disappear.

– He opens the door and pulls you into his arms softly dancing around the hallway.

– You guys laugh for the longest and he twirls you around like a princess.

– After a while you guys walk down hand in hand ready to absolutely destroy everyone on the dance floor.

– Needless to say, he is so thankful to have you by his side. 

Loki: 

– Let's just say he was the one who asked you to wear a suit.

– Of course it was an Asgardian dark green, black, and gold suit.

– Even though you guys were just going out to fuck around with people and grab food you both love fashion and overdressing for everything. 

– When he saw you walk out of the bedroom while he was waiting in the kitchen for you to finish.

– He definitely considered kneeling for you.

– "Even though it takes decades for you to get ready, it's definitely worth it to see you in your glory darling."

– Compliments in the most random of times.

– Holds your hand almost the whole time so everyone knows you're his.

– Just makes him think about how much he loves you and how excited he is to spend his life with you. 

– Suggests everyday for at least a week that you should wear it again.

Wanda:

–Tries to mentally prepare herself.

– While you're getting ready she tries to peak so many times.

– silently sits on the edge of the bed tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

– When she first sees you, you can't see a change in her face but inside she's contemplating risking it all.

– You have to remind her to breathe.

– She's definitely thinking about some stuff the whole time.

– probably reads people's minds around you guys to make sure no one thinks about taking you.

– prepares to fight anyone that comes in a 20 foot distance 

– tells you how beautiful you are 100 million times.

– She has never felt so lucky.

Peter:

– It was the night of prom and you had just finished getting ready.

– He really wanted to see what you were wearing because a couple weeks before you asked what color his tux was.

– He knocked on your door, your parents telling him that you were upstairs.

– you hear him faintly call your name from the hallway and you tell him to come in.

– He walks in and immediately starts lagging.

– "I- wow. Wow you look wow. You look amazing y/n"

– red as you've ever seen him.

– won't stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you look.

– won't let you out of his sight.

– Tony and Bruce will be hearing about it for years.

Sam:

– You were going with him to a party for a mission that Fury assigned to you.

– you gave the idea to match with him.

– "We're matching suits. Whether you want to or not."

– complains, but deep down is so excited.

– Bucky will definitely be stuck looking for suits with you online.

– You make him get out of the room and sit in the living room so you can do a grand reveal.

– you play music from a speaker and walk out.

– He's laughing but he's also blowing up.

– Full breakdown on the inside.

– Bucky just smiles seeing you guys act so stupid.

– will aggressively compliment you and find a time to dance with you when you finish the mission. 

Pietro:

– While you're getting ready he will probably try to secretly peak with his speed.

– although it's not easy to hide when you feel a gush of wind hit you when your fan is off and the window is closed.

– "PIETRO STOP PEAKING !!"

-"...sorry" you hear yelled back in the quietest yell you've ever heard.

– impatiently runs around the city.

– You yell to him that you're done and in an instant you have him in front of you pulled close with his hands around your waist.

– "You look ravishing, princessa.'

– Glares at anyone who even glances at you.

– "Why are they staring?" in the most puppy dog voice you've ever heard.

– "They're staring at you piet."

– Won't let go of your hand or arm.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 136

MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: The pregnancy continues. Y/N spends time with Steve. (Read the note at the end of the chapter.)

Warning: car accident

Week 22 was full of compliments from Tony about how Y/N had never looked more beautiful. Her stomach began to get dry and irritated. This led to Tony spending a lot of time rubbing lotion on the baby bump while talking to Morgan.

Week 23 came with worsening symptoms: leg cramps, pregnancy brain, backaches, constipation, and headaches. Y/N was very grateful that Tony was a constant and so very caring. She honestly didn’t know what she would have done without him.

Weeks 24 and 25: Y/N’s sex drive had died, which disappointed the both of them. Tony knew and respected Y/N to know not to push. Her hands also began tingling, which apparently was normal.

Week 26: sleep was definitely not Y/N’s friend. Leg cramps, frequent urination, anxiety, and Morgan’s kicking made it nearly impossible. Tony felt awful, unable to find anyway for Y/N to get rest. A few times, late night drives worked or Tony taking to the bump, but that was few and far between. This left Y/N exhausted and crabby.

Week 27 began with an exhausted Y/N and an intensely worried Tony. They were in the city for Tony to go to a few Stark Industry meetings and so that Y/N could spend some time with Steve.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay down here alone until Rogers comes and picks you up?” Tony was worrying over Y/N. But he was also worried that, if he was any later to the meeting, Pepper would literally murder him.

“I’ll be fine,” Y/N replied, swatting away Tony from the chair she was in. “I love you. Now go.”

Tony pecked her lips. “Love you girls too.” He started hurrying away. “Make sure to take it easy! Let me know if you need anything!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N muttered, waving at Tony.

As Y/N tried to find a comfortable position in the chair, she could feel something was off. Looking around, no one appeared off. She checked around a few more times before just chalking it up to that half the world had disappeared. Steve arrived lot long later and went inside to meet her.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he greeted with a smile. “Wow.” He checked her over. “That baby’s really growing.”

“She is,” Y/N responded, smiling softly as she rubbed her belly. “Somedays I can’t believe it and others I just want her out.”

Steve reached his hands out to help his sister out of the chair. She put her hands in his. “My favorite niece giving my sister trouble?”

“Your favorite niece doesn’t let me sleep.” Steve pulled her up, keeping a hold of her while she tried to balance. “It’s kind of getting on my nerves.”

“Maybe her uncle can talk some sense into her today.”

“Please, she’s stopped listening to her father.”

Steve led her out and helped her into the car. Getting in himself, he began the drive to Brooklyn.

“So, I was thinking that we could eat lunch at this diner that’s opened back up in Brooklyn,” Steve suggested. “Then maybe visit the cemetery, visit the parents and AJ?”

“That all sounds wonderful, Stevie,” Y/N responded. “Morgan makes me hungry all the time, so sorry if I spend all your money.”

“Whatever makes my niece, and my sister, happy.”

~~~

Y/N was so picky yet ordered most of the menu. Steve ordered one small thing, thinking to himself that he’d finish up whatever Y/N didn’t. As they waited for their food, Y/N couldn’t help  but feel something was off again. She looked around again. Y/N could tell that the other people in there were trying not to stare at the former Avengers, trying not to glare. Studying her surroundings like she was taught, her fingers were anxiously tapping against the table.

“Hey,” Steve called out to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N said, swallowing. “It’s just… People hate us. And I don’t blame them. We didn’t protect them like we always sworn to do.”

“Y/N,” Steve reached across and grabbed her hand. “We can’t control them and their thoughts and actions. Only our own.”

“And if they don’t move on?”

Steve sighed. “Then we don’t either.”

~~~

“So, how’s wedding planning coming?” Steve asked once the food arrived.

“Currently, it’s not moving much,” Y/N answered. “I just am exhausted all the time and I can’t even think about trying on a dress right now. I’ve mainly just created several Pinterest boards and such.”

“Well, you two are not in any rush, especially since you’re waiting for little Mo to come.”

“Little Mo?” Y/N giggled. “Is that what you’re going to call her?”

“I figured that, as the uncle, I needed a nickname for my niece.”

“You and Tony can’t just wait for her to come?”

“But it’s still too long of a wait. Like, how many more weeks?”

“I’m week 27 currently, so… I think I technically have 15 more weeks. Ugh, that’s too long! Don’t get me wrong, I have loved growing my daughter inside of me, but I’m tired of it and just want her here.”

“She’ll be here so enough and causing all sorts of problems then too.”

“I guess you’re right… She’s not going to let me sleep for years.”

“Good thing you won’t be doing this alone. You have Tony, Happy, Rhodey, Nat, Pepper, and, like always, you’ll have me.”

“Thanks Stevie. Means a lot.”

~~~

“I bought some flowers, they’re at my place,” Steve stated as they drove away from the diner. “Can we stop there and I can run in and grab them?”

“Of course, Stevie,” Y/N answered. “You mind if I just stay in the car? I’m getting tired.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll be quick.”

“It’s too bad though. I’ve never seen your new place.”

“And I haven’t seen yours.”

“I’ll convince Tony and we’ll have you over soon. Or I’ll convince him to leave and sneak you over. That probably won’t happen until Morgan’s here though. He barely let me do this.”

“He’s just scared and he cares. It’s who Tony is.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s one of the reasons why I love him.”

“I am happy for you. Even after all that’s happened.”

“Thanks, Stevie. I hope that one day you can find something that makes you happy as well.”

Steve shot a tight-lipped smile at his sister before pulling off to the side and parking. He rolled down the windows a bit, pulled out his keys, and opened his door.

“I won’t be long,” he said, heading out the door.

“And I’ll just me here,” Y/N responded.

She sighed, leaning back the seat. Taking off her seatbelt, Y/N closed her eyes and rubbed her baby bump. She was so tired and just wanted to rest, though nothing was allowing her to. Then again, Y/N felt like something was off. Her eyes opened and she began to scan the area. Something was not right, and hadn’t been all day. Sitting up straighter, as much as she could, her breath started quickening. Not able to see anything in front of her, Y/N checked the review mirror. She gasped just before a black suv came barreling into Steve’s car. 

Y/N was thrown into the dashboard, causing her to cry out. Steve’s car crashed into the car in front of it. The black suv backed up slightly before ramming into Steve’s car again. This time Y/N’s head it the windshield, cracking it. She screamed.

“P-Pl-Please!” She screamed. “My baby!”

As the black suv backed up again, another one barreled in from the side. This crashed Steve’s car into a lamppost. The window next to Y/N shattered all over her. Her vision was fuzzy from her head’s impact with the windshield and she could tell she had begun bleeding in placed because of the shattered windows.

“Because of you, my family is gone!” She heard someone shout from outside the car. “Because of you have the world is gone!”

“Please! Stop!” Y/N screamed. “Please! I’m pregnant!”

“I’m sure others were as well when they turned to ash!”

Tears were soaking Y/N’s cheeks as she tired to get out of the car. But her door was crushed into the lamppost. Her heart and head were pounding as both cars came at her again. She screamed in agony as something impaled her leg. 

“More of you should have died after failing to protect us!” The voice outside the car continued.

The black suv to her side rammed into Steve’s car again, effectively knocking her out cold.

~~~

Steve was whistling as he hurried down the stairs with the flowers. There were two boutiques, one for his parents and one for his nephew. As he exited his building, he froze. His car was totaled and two black suv’s were speeding away.

“Y/N,” he gasped. “Y/N!”

He ran to the car. Y/N was clearly unconscious, leaning against her crushed door. Steve quickly looked over her. She was bleeding, everywhere. Which was terrifying him. Looking for a way to get his sister out, he realized her door was crushed shut and stuck because of the lamppost.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Steve called. “Please answer me. Wake up and answer me.”

When he didn’t get a response, he began to tear things off the car. He needed to get to Y/N, needed to get her out of there before it was too late.

“Mr. Rogers!” An old woman came rushing out of no where. “I’ve called 911! They’re on their way.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He ripped away the back door, finally.

“They said to wait for them to get her out.”

“Can’t do that. She’s my sister and she’s pregnant.” The sirens were then heard coming towards them.

“Please, Mr. Rogers, they’re almost here. You don’t know what damage you can cause.”

Huffing Steve reached through the shattered window to touch Y/N’s skin. “Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me.”

~~~

“Where is Y/N?! WHERE IS SHE?!” Steve was sure that Tony’s panic could be heard throughout the whole city. Steve was sitting in the waiting room, head in his hands, as Tony, Happy, and Pepper came running in. “Rogers! Where is Y/N?”

Steve looked up, revealing his puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “She’s—Y/N’s in surgery,” he replied, voice breaking.

“What?! How is she? How’s the baby?”

“She’s— they— I’m so sorry, Tony…”

“Rogers,” Tony growled. “Tell me what—“

“Mr. Stark,” a man called, coming out in scrubs. “I was told you’d arrived. I’m one of the doctors on your fiancé’s case.”

“How is she?” Tony turned to the doctor. “How’s the baby?”

“I’m afraid Miss Rogers was brought in with serious injuries. She was bleeding, quite a lot, and had a serious head injury. The baby was also in clear distress.”

“Clear distress?”

“We had to do an emergency c-section to deliver your baby. She’s currently in surgery as well.” Tony stumbled back, Happy steadying him. “They’re both in critical condition and still have quite a few hours of surgery ahead of us. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Thank you,” Pepper said, as the doctor left.

“Tony, let’s sit you down,” Happy said, guiding Tony down into a seat across from Steve.

“What… happened…?” Tony panted. “I thought you were with her?”

“I needed to grab something, Tony,” Steve responded, clearly feeling all the guilt. “I didn’t think that it would be an issue… I came down from my apartment to see my car completely wrecked against the car in front of it and the lamppost beside it… two black suv’s were speeding away. I didn’t get a good look at them.”

“I can’t— I can’t lose them…”

“I know.”

“If I do… I’m blaming you.”

“Don’t worry, Tony. I’m already blaming myself.”

next chapter >

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[babyjamiebarnes]

Build-A-Bear

Part Two

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker (platonic), background MCU characters

Warnings: [chapter] language; [series] language, smut, violence

Summary: The only people who knew she was actually a Stark were her dad, her step-mom Pepper, and her “uncles” Happy and Rhodey. A promotion within Stark Industries takes her from an already-sought after position in the Weapons Anaylsis Unit straight to the Avengers as a Weapons Enhancement Specialist... which means her dad is her new boss. There’s only one rule at work: no fraternizing with coworkers. There’s one more rule at home: no dating any Avengers. So what is she supposed to do when a grumpy super soldier becomes not-so-grumpy around her? At 25, do her dad’s rules still apply? Or is her entire livelihood at risk?

Author’s Note: This one was gonna be super short but I felt bad so it’s super long instead lol. I originally planned on posting shorter chapters more frequently so it might be closer to 3-4 days between parts now that I’m posting longer chapters. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I’ve never done a tag list before so I’m going to keep the limit pretty small. And if you want, you can buy me a coffee! ❣️

(Part One)

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About an hour later, a light knock on the lab door drew your eyes from your work to Bucky as he walked in. Peter’s eyes darted up but immediately looked back down when he realized the visitor was for you.

“Hey Bucky,” you smiled. He smiled back and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So… you wanted to see my arm?” he said, more as a question than a reminder.

“Yeah, if you could sit right here, that’d be perfect.”

He did as you asked and took a seat on a lab chair, letting you lean across the lab table toward him so you could fiddle with his prosthetic arm. You quickly grabbed your magnifying glasses, flipping the magnifiers up so you could examine him at face value first.

After a few minutes of looking at the outer plating and sensory receptors, you pulled away.

“Can you feel with this arm?” you asked.

“I can feel pressure but I can’t actually feel with it.” You gave him a confused look, only sort of piecing together what he meant. As he fumbled over his words to explain again, you put your glasses to the side, running around to Bucky’s side again to stand in front of him.

“Okay, this might be weird but it’ll really help me. Hold your hands out, palms up.” He did as you said. “I’m going to do the same thing to both arms and then I want you to show me, using just your right arm, how it felt on each one, okay?”

Bucky nodded and watched as your fingertips gently glided over his forearms, leaving goosebumps in your wake. The second time, you brushed your palms against his skin, as if you were brushing away crumbs. The final time, you scratched your nails down his right arm, making him take in a sharp breath as he watched the skin of his arm turn a pale pink. His left arm, however, kept catching your fingernails between the plates so you resorted to scratching across instead of down.

“Okay, now show me.” You flipped both of your arms over, palm up.

Using just his flesh arm on your right arm, he grazed his fingertips over your skin, admittedly sending a shiver down your spine. You didn’t even consider how weak that touch usually makes you, especially from someone who looks like that. And you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find him attractive before you even graduated college. You and your roommates were guilty of many nights of fuck-marry-fight with the Avengers as your victims.

When your gaze moved up to meet his, he brushed his hand over your arm, then delicately scratched his nails down your arm.

If it hadn’t been for the slight hum of machinery across the room, you’re sure Bucky would’ve heard your heart beating out of your chest.

Dad would literally kill me if he knew the thoughts going through my head right now, you thought.

“Okay,” you started, pausing briefly to clear your throat. “What about what your left arm feels?”

This one made him furrow his brows, either in concentration or confusion. He pushed his fingertips against your skin harder than before and moved them down your arm. He used more pressure again with the second movement, then went back to heavy fingertip pressure for the scratches.

“Hm,” you said simply, letting your arms drop to your sides again. “So you feel the weight of the touch but not the sensation that comes with it?” The confusion in his eyes made you rephrase. “So this on your right arm —“ you ran your fingers down his flesh arm again, “gives you goosebumps, but this on your metal arm —“ you repeated on the left, “is just a weight, no shiverbugs?”

“Shiverbugs?” he repeated with a barely noticeable smile.

“Goosebumps! Sorry. Shiverbugs is something my grandma used to say. Sometimes I slip into the family slang,” you chuckled. Bucky’s smile grew a bit at the sound of your laugh.

“Yeah, I only feel that on the right arm. No shiverbugs with the left.”

You jokingly scrunched your nose at him before returning to your previous seat. He stood there as you scribbled down notes on how he feels things and your immediate thoughts on how to make it more real for him.

“Is there anything you want done to your arm?”

Bucky seemed slightly taken aback at the question, but quickly steeled his expression. “I know Tony wanted to make it quieter,” he said.

You pushed your glasses up your nose and leaned your elbows on the table between you. You could tell he was still pretty reserved, either because you were new and he didn’t feel comfortable around you, or because he didn’t feel comfortable in the tower as a whole yet.

“I know what Tony wants,” you said gently. “What do you want?”

He frowned at this, turning his eyes to the floor as he thought. After a beat, he finally said, “I just want it to feel real again.”

And you could’ve cried right then and there. You knew the story of the Winter Soldier. You had heard what Bucky had been through. You couldn’t imagine going through anything close to what he experienced, and you’d be damned if you let him down.

But you couldn’t cry in front of him on your first day, so you smiled at him softly.

“That’s not an easy feat but I’ll do what I can, Barnes.”

He smiled briefly before frowning again. That frown seemed to be his default expression.

“Is there anything else you need?” he asked.

“Not right now. Thanks for helping me out,” you replied. He just nodded before walking out. Your eyes stayed on the door for an extra couple seconds before you spun around on your seat and scurried across the room to plop down next to Peter, who was packing his stuff to head home for the day.

“Hey, Boy Wonder, question.” Peter looked at you with raised eyebrows. Nicknaming ran in the family. “Want to use that biomolecular engineering and help me with something?”

•••

Nearly every day when you stopped in the kitchen for lunch, you’d run into Bucky. Sometimes he’d be with Sam, sometimes Steve, sometimes on his own. But almost every single day, he’d be in the common room chatting or the kitchen eating. For the first couple weeks, he was a little tense when you were around. You’d hear him and Sam bickering as you approached, just to see him quiet down once you entered the room. It was a bit disheartening at first, but when it was just the two of you, he always engaged.

You’d called him into the lab a couple times to look over his arm again, but you always felt bad taking him away from whatever training or cases he was working on. The digital renderings were always there, and you spent plenty of time digging into those and running simulations of the different ways you could muffle the wiring. And it’s a good thing you ran the simulations, because a couple of them would’ve fried his whole arm and then some.

Peter was a great help too. When he wasn’t working on his own projects, he’d poke his nose into your work and throw out recommendations. Robotics may have been your specialty, but the kid knew his stuff. He’s the only reason you finally figured out the perfect combo to quiet Bucky’s arm without knocking him out.

Nearly four weeks after your first day — and a week after Peter went back to campus, leaving you alone in the lab — you cornered Bucky in the communal kitchen again and turned on your classic Stark charm.

“Hey Bucky,” you said sweetly, leaning over the counter across from him while he tossed fruit into a blender.

“Hey [Y/N].”

You’d grown a bit more comfortable with each other, mainly from when you two were left alone. He still was a bit quieter with one of his friends around, but he was growing more talkative in general. You felt comfortable tossing nicknames at him; he felt comfortable saying “hey” instead of “hi” and once gave you your own nickname. Since you called him Bucky Bear a time or two, he called you Build A Bear. He almost looked panicked when it slipped, but your initial shock was quickly followed by giggles, easing the tension in his shoulders. But the feeling that name sent to your stomach felt more like bats than butterflies. He even joked with you now.

“So I’ve been looking at the blueprints we have for your arm and I was wondering — I know this is a lot to ask — could I maybe spend some more time digging around in your arm?” You flashed him a hopeful smile, even propping your chin on your hand to look cuter.

Before he answered, he put the lid on the blender and started it, staring at you blankly as the sound filled the entire room. You just sat there, continuing to smile at him. And the more you fluttered your lashes while he let the blender run, the more you could see his frown-y facade start to crack.

He finally broke into a smile when he shut the machine off.

“You don’t have to ask, [Y/N]. I mainly train in the mornings so my afternoons are free. As long as I’m here, you can call me in whenever.”

You jumped up and ran around the counter, giving him an unexpected hug, made obvious by the way he tensed up. You elected to ignore it.

“You’re the best, Bucky Bear.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, gently pulling away from you to pour his smoothie into two glasses. “I just have one stipulation.” You looked up at him expectantly. “Take the rest of this? I, uh, I made a bit too much.”

With a laugh, you grabbed the nearly full glass and led him down the halls to your lab. Since Peter was only coming back one weekend a month, you had kind of taken over the lab, adding some color to make your workspace a little less drab. Your guilty pleasures playlist — aka your favorite middle school dance songs — played quietly over the speakers as you directed Bucky to sit down.

Getting into his arm wasn’t the easiest task. You had to pry off the opening of each individual outer plate, then unscrew — yes, with a screwdriver — the covering on the inner plates to actually see the wiring inside. Fortunately, Bucky brought his phone with him so he could occupy himself and let you focus. You were a bit surprised at how easily he understood modern technology, but he wasn’t quite the old man Steve was when it came to the changing times.

After spending a solid 10 minutes leaning over the lab table to open Bucky’s arm, you poked around inside for a while, jotting down notes as you went. Shuri had sent Tony quite a few notes for you to reference, but seeing everything firsthand and taking your own notes always helped.

Unfortunately, Bucky had two removable sections in his arm: one on his forearm, one in his bicep.

“Scale of one to ten, how comfy does the table look?” you asked.

Bucky looked up from his phone and gave you a confused look. “Uh, maybe a two? Why?”

“Well, Buckaroo, I need to get to the top plate too so you’ll have to either hold your arm up for me to get to it or lie down somewhere.”

He glanced back down at the table, then looked at you in confusion as he voiced his own suggestion. “What about the couch in the common room?”

You tapped your nose and pointed at him with a smile, gathering your supplies and the rest of Bucky’s arm. He led the way, lying flat on the couch and raising his left arm over his head.

“Is it okay if I play more music out here?” you asked as you unloaded everything.

“Sure. I should probably catch up on modern music anyway,” he said with a soft smile. You had Friday play your guilty pleasures playlist again while you got to work on opening up the top of Bucky’s arm.

You’d been poking around for almost 20 minutes when the silence was broken.

“Music nowadays is so sexual,” Bucky said suddenly.

“Hm. What makes you say that?” you asked, only half paying attention as you drew up more stream-of-consciousness notes on the coffee table beside you.

“This song.” You paused and immediately recognized the beat for “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent.

“Oh come on, as if you didn’t have any inappropriate songs in the ‘40s,” you scoffed.

“Of course we did but it was never this blatant! We were more subtle back then,” Bucky defended.

“Bro,” you deadpan. “If you think ‘Candy Shop’ is obvious, you have way more catching up to do. Friday, play ‘WAP’ by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.”

You watched Bucky react as the song started. Even the initial “there’s some whores in this house” made his eyes go wide. At “wet ass pussy make that pull out game weak,” he turned to you, beet red in the face.

“What kind of music do you listen to?!”

“This is a popular song!” you laughed. “We have some obviously sexual songs that aren’t quite as… vulgar too. Friday, play ‘T-Shirt’ by Thomas Rhett.”

Bucky eyed you cautiously this time, not quite sure if you were actually playing a more censored song. He visibly relaxed when he heard the first lyrics, “Get off of work and we meet down at our spot. We got a patio with a view of a parking lot.”

“See, this is already so much better.”

“Don’t act so innocent,” you smirked, rolling your eyes at him.

“That sounds like an accusation,” Bucky laughed.

“Oh, it is.”

“Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” He sat up to face you directly, one leg landing on each side of your body sitting on the floor. His posture combined with his playful conversation had you wondering where this confidence came from. Because you definitely liked it.

“Come on,” you scoffed. “You can’t convince me a face like that,” you pointed directly at him to emphasize your point, “wasn’t making panties drop left and right back in the day.”

He shook his head and laughed to himself, leaning back on the couch, yet made no move to deny your accusation.

“Who would’ve known my sweet little Bucky Bear was a player?” you joked.

“Oh, like you’re not the same way, Build A Bear.”

“Excuse me?!” you squealed. “I’ll have you know I’m a good little Christian girl and I’m saving myself for marriage,” you said with a grin, maneuvering from sitting on your butt to kneeling and clasping your hands together like you were praying.

“You’re a lot of things, [Y/N]. A good liar is not one of those things,” Bucky smirked.

Your mouth fell agape. You liked this confident, playful side of him. You’d only seen glimpses until now.

“What’s your number?” you asked, dropping your hands to your sides.

“Uhh… My phone number?”

“No, your sexual body count,” you laughed, making sure to clarify; former assassins probably have a different interpretation of ‘body count.’ “How many people have you slept with?”

You knew it was a personal question but given the topic of conversation and casual tone you’d both taken on, it didn’t seem totally out of bounds.

Bucky thought for a second, slowly counting on his fingers. Your eyes watched as the slender metal digits flicked up: one, two, three... “Four.”

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Bucky said with a laugh.

“Because that’s my body count.”

“Doll, I took plenty of dames out on the town, but I’d leave the night with a kiss and nothing else,” he said, that old school Brooklyn lilt sneaking up on him.

You sighed and shook your head, still not believing him but choosing to let it go for now.

“Give me your arm,” you said, holding your hand out. Bucky let his arm drop into your hand while you picked up a microchip with a needle-thin pair of tweezers. “This will adhere to the vibranium and essentially act like a pillow to muffle the sounds of your arm. So it’ll still make noise — I can’t just get rid of all sound — but it’ll be notably quieter.”

You tucked the chip under the inner plating of Bucky’s arm, watching as it sparked over the metal to let you both know it was working.

“Now lie back down so I can put you back together, Humpty Dumpty,” you said.

Bucky let out a quiet chuckle, but leaned back on the couch with his left arm over his head. After 15 minutes of angling the plating just right so it would fit back together, you climbed off the couch, distancing yourself from Bucky for the first time in nearly four hours.

“Anything else I can help the mad scientist with today?” Bucky asked. He had moved to rest his elbows on his knees, looking up at you from his spot on the sofa.

You checked your watch to see how much time you had left in your workday. 4:15. Forty-five minutes until you can clock out for the weekend. Not quite close enough to bullshit through some dumb side project so you don’t get too invested. But there’s one thing you wanted to check out to improve the feeling in Bucky’s arm.

“Can you take your shirt off?” you asked plainly.

Bucky’s eyes went wide for half a second before he slipped back into his playful demeanor. “Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?”

“Shut up,” you giggled. You giggled. “I just want to see how the arm is connected to your torso.”

Without pause, Bucky leaned forward, grabbed the back of his shirt, and tugged it over his head to let it fall to the floor. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t consider what he’d look like underneath his clothing, so it took you a second to gather your bearings again. You couldn’t help yourself. How could you not admire the slender lines of his collarbones, the thick layer of muscle covering his chest, the distinct ridges on his abdomen speckled with scars, the very tip of what you could only assume were two tantalizing depressions leading right to —

“Like what you see, doll?” he smirked.

Your eyes met his, reluctantly pulling away from what you knew would be the source of your dreams tonight.

“Four, my ass,” you mumbled in fake annoyance, kneeling between his thighs again to get a better look at him. Your fingertips trailed along the smooth line of scarred skin bordering the harsh metal of his arm. It took all your willpower to focus on work instead of the heat his body was radiating being so close to each other. “Was this how, you know, they put your arm on?”

Bucky shook his head, his expression growing sullen at the indirect mention of his tormentors. “They just kind of dug away at it. The Wakandans actually cut away a bit more of my skin to allow for healthier healing.”

You could tell it was carefully done, judging by the faint discoloring and thin ridge alongside the metal, as opposed to angry red lines that protruded out like the photos Shuri sent.

“Does this area hurt?” You pressed your hand flat to the scar; Bucky had to try to reign in his heartbeat. You had leaned in close to see his arm, leaving you close enough for him to just dip his head down and —

“What’s going on here?”

Both of you whipped your heads to the side to see a very confused — and slightly annoyed — Tony standing in the entrance to the common room, clearly just passing by and stumbling on a somewhat compromising situation: his daughter on her knees between a shirtless Winter Soldier’s thighs.

Without taking your eyes off your father, you reached around on the coffee table and grabbed your notebook.

“Research! I promise!”

“Research that couldn’t happen in your designated lab?” You could tell there was so much more he wanted to say, but had to keep it to himself for now to avoid telling Bucky who you really were.

“I had to open the compartment in his tricep area and didn’t want to make him lie down on the lab tables for three hours.” The accusatory glare from your dad made you shrink into yourself, your voice growing quieter as you spoke. Fridays were family dinner night, and you already knew you wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“Uh-huh,” he said slowly, still eyeing you and Bucky suspiciously. “And why did he need to be half naked for that?”

“Da — Tony,” you said, barely catching yourself. “I mean, Mr. Stark. I was examining the scar tissue and spinal connection to determine how to enhance the sensory receptors currently embedded in the vibranium.”

Tony’s eyes flitted between you and Bucky. Your eyes were wide, clearly nervous as he grilled you. Bucky, on the other hand, was flushed pink and leaning a little too close for Tony’s comfort.

“Keep this PG from now on, okay? And no working outside of the lab. This is Stark Tower, not Bezos Tower. We’re not gonna work you to the bone.” He started to walk away before stepping back and adding, “No fraternizing with coworkers, remember?”

With a quick nod, you stood abruptly and gathered your things to take it back to your lab for the night. Bucky was quick to slip his shirt back on and followed you with his head down to avoid the burning gaze of your father — or as far as he knew, his boss.

You didn’t expect Bucky to go back to your lab with you, but part of you was glad he did. Being around him brought you a sense of calm and comfort, even after what just happened. If he had just walked away, you’d assume the worst: that an accusation like that was far from what he wanted to hear.

You set all your things back on your table to start putting them away when Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that,” he said. You spared a quick glance at him, seeing the tension in his shoulders as he chose his words carefully.

“Why?” you asked, genuinely confused on how that situation was somehow his fault.

“Tony… he doesn’t really like me much.”

“Yeah, I know,” you laughed. “But that was way more of a me-problem than a you-problem. We’ll just have to work in here from now on.” You shrugged and went back to putting your tools in their respective drawers.

Bucky still stood right inside the doorway, the door shut behind him so no one outside could hear you two. He rocked back and forth on his feet, trying to force himself to follow through with at least mentioning what he planned on asking you.

“I was actually gonna see if you wanted to get dinner together sometime until Tony gave us that speech,” he chuckled.

You slid the final drawer shut and turned to Bucky. You knew you two were getting closer and you couldn’t deny feeling an attraction to him, but you never expected him to feel that same pull. The thought made you smile back at him while he cracked his knuckles, most likely from nerves. What happened to that fun and flirty attitude he had just a few minutes ago?

Your grandma always said to never date a man who wasn’t nervous about asking you out...

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets,” you said quietly.

His eyes stopped darting around the room to find your gaze. You stepped closer, taking slow steps as you crossed the room to him until you were toe to toe. He didn’t take his eyes off of you until you held your phone out to him.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” you said with a small smirk.

His lips curled into a small smile as he snatched your phone and entered his number.

“I’ll text you my address. Does tomorrow night work?” you asked, unintentionally biting your lip but not missing the way Bucky’s eyes followed the movement.

“Tomorrow sounds great,” he replied.

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Buck.” You took a bit of a risk and stood on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, his face immediately flushing red. Your own cheeks grew warm when you stepped back, tossing Bucky a quick wave as you turned back around and hoping he’d leave before you started screaming.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x Stark!reader #bucky barnes x Stark!reader #Stark!reader #bucky barnes fanfic

[my-darling-luna]

Your Majesty Chapter 1

Please note that NONE of the gifs that I use are supposed to show the reader’s skin color or weight!!! It’s so hard to find gifs on here because I’m new to Tumblr and idk how things work. I’m so sorry, I’m trying to learn lol.

Your Majesty Masterlist

Summary- It has been more than a decade since the Kingdom of Ultron lost their princess. (Y/n) was just a 17 year old that didn’t know much about her past. Realizations happen and lives are crossed. How will (Y/n) handle the new pressure?

Stucky x reader

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     “Up, let’s go, we have a long day ahead of us!” (Y/n)’s mom chirped, a smile on her face even considering how early in the morning it was.

      “Ugh, it’s still dark out though.” She mumbled from where her face was pushed into her pillow.

       “It’s unbelievable that you’ve been getting up everyday at the same time for so many years and you still act like this.” Her mom swatted her blanketed form with the dish rag she was holding. “Let’s go dear, your father isn’t going to be happy if you’re late.” (Y/n) groaned but got up and pulled on her working clothes.

      “I hate these stupid dresses.” (Y/n) huffed while trying to pull down the bodice of her work clothing.

       “I’m sorry we can’t afford more.” (Y/n)’s heart dropped at the thought that her mom believed she wasn’t grateful for everything her they did. 

       “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” (Y/n) rushed over to kiss her mom on the cheek, “I meant that I don’t like how the corset feels. It isn’t you mama, I promise.” 

       “Okay, just know I love you so much.” (Y/n) smiled as she laced up her boots and tied a brown apron around her waist. “Now go milk the cows, we need it for cheese.”

        “Okay, love you mama.” (Y/n) said before walking out of the small house to the backyard. 

        “Morning princess.” (Y/n) ‘s father kissed her forehead before handing her a bucket. 

        “Morning father, how’s Betty?” (Y/n) motioned over to the cow that was grazing the field. 

        “Still hanging on there, she seems a little stressed out though.” He sighed as he looked out to the field while squinting his eyes. 

       “We’ll figure it out, okay? We always do.” Giving her a small smile, he motioned over to the old cow. 

      “Go on, we can’t wait too long.” (Y/n) sighed as the weight of the world seemed to be on her shoulders. We always do, but what if we don’t? (Y/n) scolded herself for thinking that way. We always do.

***

       “(Y/n) come on, you have to head out now so you can make it home before dark.” Her mama called from the doorway to the outside, watching as her daughter hobbled in one one foot as she forced her shoe on. “Be careful, okay?” Worry was deeply settled in her mother’s eyes. 

      “Mama, I’ll be fine, it’s only to the next town.” 

      “But you’ve never been alone on this trip before.” (Y/n) smiled as she took the basket. 

      “I’ll be back home and safe before you know it.” Her mom sighed, but nodded.

      “Love you!”

      “Love you both!” (Y/n) waved to her mother and father at the doorway of their house. Mama was pulled closed by her father. 

     “She’ll be okay, my love.” Mama pulled her shawl closer around her body.

     “I know.” 

***

      (Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the rocky path to the next town. The Kingdom of Ultron was huge and technology was something that ran ramped in every little corner there was. She loved going on these trips as this was so much different from the poor, censored land of Hydra. There was a lot of hate in her kingdom which was something that she always despised about the land. 

      “Hi Peter.” The small boy jumped up and down at the sight of (Y/n) standing in front of him and his aunt. 

      “Hi (Y/n)! Why are you here?” (Y/n) smiled. 

      “I come here for the same thing every two weeks, Peter.” She set down the basket of cheese on the table in front of her. “Hi May, how are you.” The woman smiled as she gave the younger girl a hug. 

      “I’m doing good, how are you and your parents? No one came with you?” 

      “Not this time and we’re doing as well as we can be over the border.” May nodded in understanding as she ran her fingers through the young boy’s hair. 

      “How much for this block?” (Y/n) nervously asked, hoping that it was enough to feed her family until she could come back. 

      “Maybe a loaf and a half?” May watched as the younger girl’s body deflated. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but things are slow around this time and I have to feed a growing boy.” (Y/n) nodded in understanding and took the bread from May. “I’m so sorry.” 

      (Y/n) grimaced. “It’s okay, May.” It wasn’t okay; a loaf and a half wasn’t even enough for a week, let alone two. She walked away from the stall with a goodbye and made it about ten feet before she knocked into someone. 

      “How dare you knock into me.” A man stood in front of (Y/n) with a snarl on her face. 

      “I didn’t mean to.” She spoke back lightly, trying to calm the situation so that there wasn’t a fight. “I wasn’t paying attention, I’m so sorry.”

     “Do you even know who I am?” (Y/n) shook her head as the man laughed. “I am certainly more important to you. What’s your name, little girl?” (Y/n) fumed at the nickname. 

     “My name is (Y/n) and don’t ever call me a little girl.” 

     “Aww, the baby thinks that she’s so strong, what kind of name is (Y/n)?”

     “I was named after the missing princess.” (Y/n) looked at him in disgust.

     “You’re probably as worthless as her too.” The man smacked (Y/n) in the face before pulling the basket out of her hand. “Only a loaf and a half? Disgusting.” He handed the bread to one of his men standing around who ripped it up and spread it amongst the men. (Y/n) cried out from the pain in her cheek and the pain at watching her bread going to waste on a bunch of jerks. 

     “What is going on here?” A voice boomed as a man pushed between (Y/n) and the man. “Zemo, if you don’t leave right now, you will be arrested for trespassing on Ultron land.” The new man threatened 'Zemo’ before turning to (Y/n). 

     “Are you okay?” He had a bright red coat and hat on with gold details on the edges.

     (Y/n) dusted off her skirt as she stood up from the ground. “I’m fine, thank you.” The man before her gave her a hesitant look before holding his hand out for her to take. 

      “Let me go get you cleaned up.” (Y/n) shook her head before looking around at the small crowd that surrounded them. May and Peter stood in the middle before walking up to (Y/n). 

      “Are you okay? You’re bleeding.” May softly touched (Y/n)’s cheek and when she pulled back, red blood was covering the tips of her fingers. Zemo must’ve cut her with the rings on his hand. 

      “Like I said, I’m okay.” Peter looked up at (Y/n) with wide brown eyes and extended his hand out to her. A small piece of bread was held in his grasp.

      “You have it.” (Y/n) lightly took the piece of bread and kissed the boy’s cheek. 

      “Thank you, Peter.” (Y/n) turned back to the man in front of her. “I really appreciate you scaring that man off, but I have to get home before dark.” He shook his head. 

      “At least let me get you cleaned up.” (Y/n) was about to shake her head, but was cut off by May saying something. 

      “Yes, thank you Rhodey.” The man nodded with a smile. 

      “Come with me.” (Y/n) took his hand and he led her through the crowd and market to a carriage. She gazed over the beautiful white carriage that had red and gold blemishes on it. “Up you go.” Rhodey helped her get into the small, tight inside. The door closed behind them and he soon after hit the top of the carriage, making (Y/n) jump with the sudden and loud noise. “Oh I’m so sorry.” He pulled out a perfect white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over to her. 

      “Thank you.” (Y/n) pressed it lightly into her cut, wincing at the slight pain in her cheek. Her eyes wandered over his outfit from the opposite side of the carriage. “Who are you?” Rhodey seemed shocked with the question. 

       “I’m Duke James Rhodes.” (Y/n) nodded while trying to play off the shock of the revelation. She knew he was important, but definitely not that important. He watched as the girl in front of him pushed the small piece of bread into her basket with a flinch. 

       “Where are you bringing me?” 

       “You ask an awful lot of questions.” He continued to smile. “I’m bringing you to the palace to fix you up. We should be pulling up now.” (Y/n) fidgeted in her seat at the thought of going to the palace in these clothes and looking like this. Another heavy knock on the carriage scared (Y/n) as the door opened and the footman let her out. The man flinched at her dirty hand touching his white glove. “Let’s go.” Following Rhodey, she walked up the palace steps and into the huge grand entrance. 

      “Rhodey, how did the market go?” A loud voice echoed through the empty space as a man with brown hair and intricate designs in his beard walked forward. The two embraced and the new man patted Rhodey’s shoulder roughly. 

       “Good,” he motioned for (Y/n) to move forward and she did, “I met this young lady in a confrontation with Zemo.” The man looked (Y/n) up and down before looking up at Rhodey. 

       “What was Zemo doing in this kingdom?” Rhodey shrugged. The man looked over to (Y/n). “Are you not going to bow?” He asked and (Y/n) froze. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know how to curtsy. (Y/n) awkwardly bent in a way that she didn’t think that she could ever do again. A frown covered the man’s face. “We’ll have to work on that.” She flushed. 

       “Tony leave the poor girl alone, she’s bleeding.” A woman with strawberry blonde hair walked out into the main entrance and kissed Rhodey lightly on the cheek. 

       “Hello Pepper.” Rhodey turned to (Y/n). “As I said, Zemo was intimidating her and he hit her. He must’ve had rings on or something.” That’s what I thought, (Y/n) said in her head.

       “You poor girl, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Pepper put her arm around  (Y/n)‘s shoulder while carefully minding the built up filth. “What’s your name, darling?”

       “(Y/n).” Everyone stopped walking as man with the funny beard flinched and Pepper moved away from (Y/n). 

      “How old are you?” Pepper asked, her eyes staring with interest at the girl in front of her.

      “Seventeen.” Pepper smiled quietly and looked over at the man. 

     “Tony...” (Y/n) ‘s eyes widened. Tony was the name of the King. She was in the presence of the King. “I think we should go get you cleaned up.” Pepper shuffled away with (Y/n) at her side. 

***

      “Are you okay with this?” (Y/n) nodded at Pepper who looked at her with a smile. She just stepped out of the bathroom where the maids cleaned her and her wound. The bleeding had stopped not to long ago, but getting it checked was still important to make sure that it wasn’t infected. Pepper now stood in front of her with her hands ruffling over dresses for (Y/n) to wear. “How about this one?” She held out a dress that was plain, but looked nicer than anything that (Y/n) could even be in the range of touching. Pepper made it quite clear that she would not allow (Y/n) to go back home in the rags she wore before until they were cleaned, especially not if she was her step-daughter, but she didn’t mention that out loud. 

      “Whatever you have is fine.” Pepper pushed another dress into (Y/n)’s arms before stepping back and letting the maids dress her. 

      “You look beautiful! Do you like it?” (Y/n) nodded while running her hands through the tulle skirt of the dress. 

      “Thank you.”

      “Never mind that,” Pepper shook her off, “now let’s go see Tony and Rhodey downstairs, okay?” (Y/n) nodded, her nerves skyrocketing again. 

      Tony watched as (Y/n) walked down the stairs and felt his heart jump at the thought of her really being his daughter. “Banner?” He called and a man in a white coat walked into the main entrance. 

      “Is everything ready?” Banner’s voice was soft as he pulled out a cart. (Y/n) looked fearfully over to the doctor. Why was he here? What was going on? 

      “Relax,” Pepper consoled, “there is just going to be a quick paternity test.” (Y/n) jumped away.

      “For what? I know my parents and they’re waiting for me at home, so I’d really like to leave.” Rhodey grabbed (Y/n) by the waist and pulled her over to the doctor. Tony held onto her arm to keep it steady as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. “Let me go! I want to go home, please.” She begged.

       “Small pinch.” (Y/n) winced as Banner took some blood out of her arm and wrapped up the hole with a bandage. She watched as Tony’s blood was taken and put into a device with her. Her arms were let go of and she pushed as far away from the men as possible. The machine beeped and the doctor pulled out the test. “It’s positive, you’re the father.” Banner looked over to Tony then everyone turned to (Y/n). 

       (Y/n) felt as her entire world fell to the ground. She was lied to, no! There had to be something wrong, she knew her parents and they were in a little cottage with an old cow out in the back field. This was all fake. “I want my parents,” she looked over to the people with a grimace, “my real ones.” 

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hi hello i am feeling very angsty so: rhodeytony ft tony's worrying lack of interest in avoiding getting kidnapped and his bodyguard rhodes' increasing stress levels to save a boss that doesn't want to be saved (and, if the flutter in his heart should be anything to go by - should not be his boss anymore). bodyguard to lovers??

Rhodey is a good bodyguard. Hell, he’s the best. 

That was why Pepper Potts hired him, after all. He’s not easy to fool, can follow anyone with a dogged determination that nearly defies human nature. He’s had successful stories before with glowing reviews from multiple people from all different threatened backgrounds. 

(Including at least three world leaders and a pope.) 

Tony Stark is...new. Well, nearly new. He’s a businessman, which isn’t anything out of the ordinary for Rhodey to deal with. 

…except Tony’s highly eclectic, a billionaire, and purposely makes his behavior as erratic as possible. 

It’s fun. What can Rhodey say? He loves a challenge, and Tony is about as challenging as they come. 

-

When he first starts, Tony tries every trick in the book. Rhodey still sticks to him, although he does leave some distance. Tony tries to make him uncomfortable by bringing just about everyone who looks home, and all Rhodey says is, “you gonna feed them cereal when they wake up? Because that’s all you have in your pantry right now, and you don’t pay me to do the shopping.” 

Tony scowls at that, and then changes his strategy. 

-

It’s an odd strategy. 

Tony decides he will just make Rhodey his friend, starting with the nickname of “Rhodey.” 

“That’s stupid,” Rhodey says, because he can already tell it will stick. 

“Not my problem, just my solution,” Tony grins. “Now come on, we’re getting burgers.” 

They’re at a sit-down restaurant. One of Tony’s favorites, actually. Rhodey is not sure why he’s sitting down across from the man with the most influence in the world, but he is. 

“So, what’s new with you? Who are you?” Tony asks. “Pepper sent me your file. You’re from Philly, right?” 

“Oh my god, you sound weird when you say it like that,” Rhodey says, deciding against formality as he basically tells Tony Stark that he sounds weird and shouldn’t say “Philly.” 

“Oh what, is that not what the locals call it?” 

“I’m going to take you there and they’re going to beat you up.” 

“Not the worst Sunday night I’ve ever had,” Tony mentions. “Hey, look at the menu. I don’t want you to flounder when the waitress shows up and you know fuck-all about what they have to offer.” 

“Okay asshole, any recommendations?” 

“The banana milkshake and bacon-burger.” 

Rhodey looks at the menu. 

He does end up with the bacon-burger, but chooses strawberry for his flavor of milkshake. 

“You traitor.” 

“Oh am I? Well then let me tell Pepper that you stole the last good pen she had then-” 

Tony flings a fry at him, and Rhodey laughs. 

- 

Here’s a concerning thing: Tony has a very “c’est la vie” approach about kidnapping. 

Like he genuinely doesn’t really give a shit if he knows what’s going on, or even if he doesn’t. 

Rhodey was eagle-eyed and chased a van three fucking blocks and caught up to the driver, wherein he punched his lights out and got Tony out. His hands were bound in zip-ties and his suit was rumpled, but Tony just blinked at him. 

“You think you broke a racing record with that?” 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they take anything?” 

Rhodey’s all over Tony, checking for any injuries, any stolen wallets or watches, and thank god everything is there. (Not that Tony would really care if anything was stolen, save for his sunglasses. He spends far too much on those, in Rhodey’s opinion.) 

“Okay geez,” Tony says, batting Rhodey’s hands away. “I’m fine. These people were amateurs. Shit, I’m running late for my consultation meeting, aren’t I?” 

“You just got kidnapped,” Rhodey says, tone rife with disbelief. “You just got taken and your concern is with the consultation meeting?” 

“Well I figured that you were going to come by or I’d be gone a lot longer, but now that I’m not? Yeah. Yeah, I am concerned with the consultation meeting. It’s a tech start-up company, only not that shitty Silicon-nice-guy start-up. It’s a more inclusive thing. I don’t know, I read their little ‘about’ section on their website. Which needs work. But that’s besides the point.” 

Rhodey just follows, dumb in disbelief. 

The few rare times that previous clients have been kidnapped or even attempted, they’ve needed a day to recuperate at minimum. They were shaken up, and usually beefed up the security for the rest of time after it. They also scheduled therapy appointments. 

Tony treated this like it was a traffic jam and he was only running five minutes behind. 

- 

The second time it happens when Rhodey’s there, it lasts a little longer. 

Rhodey has to admit, he maybe did some...under-the-radar looks. The FBI wasn’t moving fast enough, and the legal channels weren’t up to snuff. And besides, Tony did say that he could use Jarvis if he really wanted to. 

(Turns out they both went to MIT at the same time, and Tony had been that obnoxiously short guy in his econ class that rarely showed up, but when he did he showed up in a suspiciously nice outfit.) 

It was a weekend. Rhodey had gone away for two seconds to get a drink for Tony and then he was gone. 

It was...bad. 

The problem is this: 

Tony definitely doesn’t need to be kidnapped as often as he is. He has so many inventions that can prevent that, he’s sold quite a few of them to the military. 

But for some fucking reason, he doesn’t want to be saved. No, he’s content just going along with what’s happening, even though everyone else around him wants him back. Needs him back. 

He finds him bruised and tied up to a shitty folding chair. 

“Hey darling,” Tony says, lips a bloody red. “Can you believe this chair? I would’ve thought they would at least have gotten something a tad nicer. I am their best-dressed guest, after all.” 

Rhodey looks over the torn shirt and the pants that have all but been shredded. His shoes are battered and stained beyond repair. 

“Don’t,” Rhodey says. He sounds tired. He is tired. “Don’t do this.” 

“Don’t do what, get kidnapped? I hardly try,” Tony snaps. “Or do I just have a sign on my back that you didn’t know was there?” 

“You know I was in the Air Force,” Rhodey snaps back. “I got high enough clearance that I was one of the guys who got to see what brand new toy you sent our way. I know you could use any of those, shit, you probably tested it out, so you would know.” 

“And your point?” Tony asks. “What, you’re saying I should know better? Saying you know better than me?” 

“You know what? Yeah, yeah I am saying that,” Rhodey yells as he’s untying him. “I am fucking saying that I know more than you because you couldn’t give less of a shit if you tried about your own well-being! You were kidnapped and I’ve been running myself ragged trying to get you back, and you just don’t care!” 

Tony stares at him. Really stares at him. 

“Let’s go home.” 

Nothing else is said in the car ride home. Tony can’t even look at Rhodey. 

They go home, where Pepper greets Tony with a hug and makes him swear not to leave again, and Tony says “I promise,” only they both know that he’s lying. 

But they’re not calling him out on it yet. No, not tonight. 

- 

Rhodey stays. Technically he doesn’t have to. Jarvis is the most advanced artificial intelligence system in the world. Hell, he’s the only one that’s even in his league, but Rhodey just...feels better staying. 

And Tony’s mansion is a gargantuan structure with about twenty different rooms to choose from, so Rhodey gets a nice view and tries to go to bed. 

He’s never gotten enough sleep. He knows he never would. That’s why the army loved him: he could be up at any hour and he’d be fine. That’s why his dad called him the bane of his existence in a loving manner: Rhodey would be up at four in the morning filling out the crossword before anyone else could. 

He’s up at four a.m. making breakfast. 

Tony’s pantry is still shit, but it looks like Pepper went shopping for him or had someone else do it, because he actually has eggs and juice and actual food instead of the odd pickle jar or way-too-old yogurt. 

“You’re...up,” Tony says. 

Rhodey turns around. 

“Sorry. I, um. Stayed.” 

“It’s fine,” Tony says awkwardly. “What are you making?” 

“Omelet.” 

“I always mess those up,” he says. “Either too much cheese or I forget I’m cooking it.” 

“You want one?” 

“You gonna make me one?” 

“Accidentally cracked one too many eggs, so yes. You want onions and spinach in yours?” 

“Sure,” Tony says. “What are you doing up?” 

“Always bad at sleeping,” Rhodey answers. “Can never really stay asleep for too long.” 

“Forget to take your melatonin gummies?” Tony answers, grinning. 

Rhodey can see a bruise on his collarbone. 

“You sleep okay?” 

“No, but I rarely ever do,” Tony says. “Especially after yesterday’s fiasco.” 

“You mean the whole weekend,” Rhodey says, putting the rest of the eggs into the pan. “Can’t imagine that was fun.” 

“Oh come on, it was a ball,” Tony answers sarcastically. “They let me play cops-and-robbers and I was given pizza. Clearly it was a fantastic time.” 

Rhodey stares at Tony. 

“You know in the contract that I had you sign it specifically states that you have to let me help you, right?” 

“It says you have to rescue me regardless of feelings or previous obligations,” Tony says. 

“Rescuing you doesn’t just mean I chase after vans and track you down in an abandoned warehouse, it means that I rescue you from those situations before they can happen. But I can only do that if you agree that you won’t get kidnapped,” he says. 

“And what, I want to?” Tony asks. “Do I say that?” 

“You don’t have to,” Rhodey says, flipping the omelet over. “You never think you’re worth rescuing it because you think you’re never going to be good enough and I think you think that you owe me for giving a shit.” 

Tony looks at him. 

“You’re really honest.” 

“I try to be.” 

“I love that about you.” 

Rhodey’s hand shakes slightly as he moves the omelet a bit in the pan. He hopes Tony doesn’t notice. 

“Well I would love it if you stopped being kidnapped.” 

“Aye aye, Colonel Rhodes,” Tony says, saluting. Rhodey rolls his eyes. 

“Oh my god, do not.” 

“What, am I not supposed to thank our armed services for making this country safe?” he mocks, standing up. “For going above and beyond the call of patriotism and helping keep Americans everywhere safe?” 

Rhodey threatens to eat his omelet when he breaks into singing the national anthem. 

- 

There’s an...understanding. 

Tony starts taking up training with Happy and almost agrees to regular training with Rhodey until Rhodey wants him to get up at six and do some workouts, and he yells “No!” after one workout session. 

Rhodey pointedly pretends like he’s not staring at Tony’s chest when he lifts up his shirt to wipe away the sweat. 

“Come on Rhodey my darling, let’s do breakfast.” 

Tony dragging him to breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. It’s...nice. Rhodey ignores it when Tony waggles his eyebrows as he takes the check and calls him “darling, honey, baby,” and he lets him because it sounds nice. 

He doesn’t say anything to Tony. No, you can’t date your boss. It’s unprofessional as hell and Tony probably is just doing it because Rhodey’s in close proximity and they have a good banter going. 

- 

The next time that Tony has an attempted kidnapping, Rhodey is there. 

He’s there, and he’s being taken away, dragged from Tony, and Tony for the first time looks terrified. 

Rhodey tries to struggle, tries to do anything, because Tony has to get away, and he...

He’s knocked unconscious. 

-

When he wakes up, his head hurts worse than it ever has, and for a moment he’s pissed at Tony because he forgets that he’s been kidnapped and there’s no control over the thermostat because the room is hot as all get out. 

And then he sees Tony across from him, and he’s never seen Tony angry. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, voice shaking. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise. I’m sorry.” 

“Not your fault we have assholes take us,” Rhodey says. “But god I would kill for some air conditioning.” 

Tony smiles a bit at that. 

- 

Here’s a problem: you cannot give Tony Stark anything if you want him to not escape. Either that or he has to be unconscious because he’s a stubborn son of a bitch. 

And they used actual handcuffs to keep him there. God, what a joke. 

Tony learned how to break out of handcuffs when he was twenty and chained to a bedpost on accident. (Long story.) 

This is nothing. 

But the problem is that Rhodey’s here. His bodyguard who really shouldn’t be putting his life on the line for someone as shitty as Tony, but here they are, and he has to get him out. 

“Follow my lead,” Tony whispers. 

“Well of course I will, who else has as much experience being kidnapped as you?” Rhodey mutters. 

“Okay is now going to be the time where you sass me? You’re here too. I could leave you.” 

“You’re not gonna do that, Pepper would make you come back.” 

“No she wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah she would!” 

“Not after I tell her that you used the last of her salad dressing.” 

“Shit.” 

Tony snorts, looking at the room. They don’t have security cameras, which is just...questionable. Oh my god, he got kidnapped by amateurs. 

He’s kind of embarrassed. 

Rhodey gets free, and they’re both headed towards a door, and Rhodey picks up a stray part of a metal pole, and Tony cannot lie and say he’s not intrigued by that. 

Not saying he hopes Rhodey gets to use it. 

He’s just curious how he’ll utilize it. 

- 

They get to just. Walk out. They fucking walk out. What kind of people did they get kidnapped from? It can’t be that easy, can it? 

It can’t be...

It is. 

Okay sure Tony is driving in a hotwired car and they’re being shot at, but all things considered that’s not the worst thing. And the truck is probably considered stolen anyways, and once Tony makes it to the highway, it’s not like they’ll be able to follow without making it onto national news, not that they haven’t already. 

Pepper’s very effective at getting things to trend on national news when she wants to. 

- 

Rhodey is sitting on a beach chair. He shouldn’t be, and he also shouldn’t be drinking a mimosa because it’s four p.m. and definitely the morning, but he figures since he got kidnapped he’s allowed at least one mimosa. 

“So. Your first kidnapping?” Tony asks. “All things considered, yours went well. I think next time we should go to Wendy’s or something, I was starving-” 

“I’m just. I’m glad we’re okay,” Rhodey says. “But yeah. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. I’m going to I think make you hold hands with me so that you don’t get napped by terrible, shitty people.” 

“You could’ve just asked to hold my hand, we didn’t need to be kidnapped together,” Tony says. 

“Hm, is that a breach of contract?” Rhodey teases. 

“Only if Pepper decides to enforce it, and she won’t because you’re the first bodyguard to have an actual success story with me,” Tony says. “So. I’m thinking maybe we skip the kidnapping next time and go straight for dinner.” 

“Oh thank god, I thought you were gonna say a fast food restaurant.” 

“I still could, you don’t know,” Tony grins, winking. “What if our first date is to Burger King? What are you gonna do?” 

“Be mad that I still like you,” Rhodey grumbles. 

Tony cackles, dropping a kiss onto his hand. 

“Do you think I should get another bodyguard or will dragging you away during a party be too awkward for them?” 

“...I’ll think about it.” 

(They don’t get a new bodyguard. 

No matter how much the other security complains that Rhodey’s the only one who knows where Tony is at all times, and they can’t exactly ask them if they’re busy doing...things. 

Rhodey finds it hilarious.) 

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