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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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The Blind Date

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda convinces you to let her set you up with one of her friends. You didn’t know it would be an Avenger friend.

Warnings: No actual smut, but suggestions towards that being exactly what happens lol

Note: I love Natasha Romanoff

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“Oh, come on y/n! Please let me set you up with my friend. It’s one date. Come on, come on, come on,” your best friend Wanda begs you over the phone.

“I don’t know, Wands. I’m better off just staying in and watching tv,” you tell her. Truthfully, you haven’t been on a date in ages, and you were nervous to get back out there.

“Take a chance here, y/n,” Wanda says kindly. “Would it help if Vision and I went too? A double date?”

“What about the boys?” you try another excuse to get out of this date.

“I’ll have Sam watch them, it’s cool. So, what do you say? Will we see you tonight?” Wanda asks. Her voice is littered with hope, and you give in.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Yes! I’ll text you the details. Love you, bye!”

“Love you too, Max,” you reply.

You hang up the phone and lay back on your bed with a sigh. You think back to the last time you even had a date. It was right after you had a breakup with a longtime partner, and you were just looking for a way to feel better. But even that was months ago.

Wanda has been trying to set you up for a month or so with her friend. She never told you what friend, but you figure it has to be someone she works with. Perhaps an agent or someone who works in the office. Either way you decide that you will try to make tonight a decent time.

After you get dressed, you drive to the restaurant Wanda sent you the address to. Your hands shake a little with nerves as you park. You text her that you’re there and she tells you that they are already seated.

When you enter the restaurant, you ask the host for the table location, and they point you in the direction. You see Wanda and Vision sitting across from each other. Vision offers you a small wave and you walk over to them.

“Y/n, hey! You made it!” Wanda stands up to greet you. She hugs you tightly as you greet her back.

In Wanda’s exciting greeting, you haven’t looked to see who your date for the night is. But when you hear a sort of raspy voice say something to Vision, you know exactly who it is.

Red hair fills your vision as Natasha Romanoff stands to greet you. You had seen her on the news and even in photos, but god she is so beautiful standing in front of you right now. How is she even more beautiful in person?

“Hey, I’m Natasha,” she says to you. The smile on her face almost makes you faint, but you hold steady.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you manage to get the words out. “Nice to meet you.”

Wanda ushers you to your seat before Nat can reply. You take a few deep breaths and look up again at the redhead. She looks amazing in a tight black dress and her hair cascades perfectly over her shoulders. Natasha notices you looking at her and she smirks at you.

You’re pretty sure your brain is short circuiting as the waiter arrives and takes everyone’s orders. The conversation is light, mostly it’s Wanda and Vision chatting and bringing you and Nat into the chat occasionally.

Natasha is telling the table about one of the training mishaps from before Wanda and Vision and joined the team, and everyone is laughing and hanging onto her every word. You learn quickly that Nat is extremely captivating. Perhaps that’s why she makes such a good spy. She can make a plain white tablecloth seem like an interesting topic of conversation.

Dinner is going well and you’re starting to feel comfortable when Wanda’s phone rings. It’s Sam. She takes the call and excuses herself from the table. Vision follows her in concern, effectively leaving you alone with Natasha.

“I’m sure it’s about the kids,” you say a bit awkwardly.

Natasha hums and then she leans forward over the table just slightly. She crosses her arms at her chest, and you can’t stop your eyes from drifting downwards.

“So,” Nat’s voice brings you out of your trance. “Why haven’t I seen you around the compound before? Wanda tells me you’re her best friend.”

“Oh, um I guess I just didn’t think you guys would want an outsider around. She’s invited me a couple of times,” you explain. She nods in understanding. “And yeah, Wanda is my best friend. We met in the city one day and that was history I guess.”

“That’s sweet,” Nat says. “And hey, we wouldn’t mind having you at the compound. I mean I don’t think anyone would complain about a beautiful woman being there.”

You shake your hands under the table as you process that comment. Natasha Romanoff just called you beautiful.

“Thanks, I might have to come around then and-” you’re cut off by Wanda and Vision coming back to the table.

“Hey, I’m so sorry we have to go. Sam got called on a mission, so we have to go home to the boys,” Wanda explains.

“That’s okay,” you say. You think you’ll have to leave as well, but when you see Nat make no move to, you also stay put.

“You two should stay and enjoy your date,” Wanda says.

“Does Sam need help on the mission?” Nat asks, she glances at her own phone and doesn’t see any calls about a mission.

“Captain Rogers is with him,” Vision answers.

Wanda and Vision say goodbye and they leave you there with Natasha. Dinner is mostly over at this point, and there’s a part of you that is sad to see this time with Nat end. Even though this restaurant is a bit nice for your taste and you’d feel more comfortable somewhere you can put your elbows on the table at.

Natasha gets the check and refuses to let you pay it. You give it three tries before you finally relent. You walk outside together and both of you hesitate to part ways.

“Do you want to go across the street to a bar?” Natasha asks.

“Yes.” You smile at her. “But drinks are on me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natasha says playfully.

To your surprise, Nat puts a hand on the small of your back and leads you across the street. You feel the warmth of her hand through your clothes, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

The bar is a little crowded, but Nat walks to an open corner booth. She sits next to you and her shoulder brushes against yours. You order drinks and start sipping on them. Neither of you talk for a moment, but it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels comfortable actually, almost natural to sit quietly with her.

“I had a nice time at dinner,” you speak first. She looks at you to see a soft smile meant for her. She can’t help but smile back.

“Me too. Wanda’s been talking about me meeting you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Same here. Sorry it took me so long to say yes,” you say a little shyly.

“Hey, that’s alright. You were worth the wait,” Natasha says softly. You don’t hear any teasing in her tone, only truth.

“Thank you for saying that. To be honest, when Wanda told me she wanted me to go out with her friend I didn’t think it would be you. I mean you’re an Avenger,” you say. You’re worried that sentence came across wrong because it takes a second for her to reply.

“Ah, well I may be an Avenger, but that doesn’t mean I don’t date,” Nat says.

“No, of course not. I just meant like you’re a superhero and I’m just me,” you explain.

You swear you see Natasha lips form into a pout just briefly before she takes a shot of vodka.

“Just you?” she asks. You open your mouth, but you don’t know how to reply to that.

“Y/n, look I know we just met tonight but Wanda told me a lot about you. She told me how you worked your way through school and how you were brave enough to stand up to your family when they tried to tell you who to be. And how you have been there for Wanda since the day you met her,” Natasha says.

“Those things are true, but Natasha you’ve saved the world. Multiple times I should add,” you argue. She turns forward in the booth and looks ahead.

“None of that matters as much as being a good person like you are, y/n.”

“You are a good person, Natasha,” you say. She scoffs and you feel brave enough to turn her face to look at yours.

“I’m not sure that I am,” Natasha whispers, but you hear it over the sound of the crowd at the bar.

You are about to argue further with her when she leans forward and kisses your lips. You had been thinking about those kissable lips all night and the feeling of them against yours is even better. Natasha’s hand pulls you closer by the back of your neck and one of yours goes to her waist.

Natasha moans into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on her body and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The taste of her against your tongue is way more intoxicating than any alcohol either of you were just sipping on.

You pull away for air and realize Natasha is practically in your lap. Nervously, you glance around the crowded bar. No one seems to notice the two of you.

“You okay?” Natasha asks you. Her voice is raspier than before, and it makes heat rise in more than one part of you.

Natasha’s thumb brushes over your lips as she wipes away a bit of her lipstick. The gentleness of her actions only makes your arousal increase. She smiles at you softly, and you realize you could really fall for this woman. That is, if you haven’t already.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you ask her.

“Please,” she responds.

Natasha takes your hand as the two of you leave the bar. Her hand stays intertwined with yours as she drives you to the compound. You laugh a little to yourself as you walk in, and Natasha looks at you with a curious smirk.

“This is my first time here and it’s not with Wanda. She might kill me,” you say and Nat smiles.

“Don’t worry, detka. I’ll protect you,” Nat says playfully as she pulls you down the hall and to her room.

It’s hours later when you emerge from Natasha’s room with the intentions of finding the kitchen for a snack. On your way there, you bump into a familiar face.

“Y/n?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, hey. I- uh- hey,” you say nervously.

Natasha appears in the hallway, and she approaches the two of you.

“Hey, baby,” she greets you, and then, “Hey, Wanda.”

“So, I guess the date went well,” Wanda says with a hint of teasing in her voice.

“You could say that,” Nat replies, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s go back to my room, y/n.”

As you’re bidding Wanda a goodnight, Sam walks into the hallway as well.

“How was the mission, Wilson?” Nat asks him.

Sam looks confused for a moment, and you catch Wanda behind you gesturing for him to play along.

“Oh, it was great. Easy in and out,” Sam says. He’s a terrible liar.

“Hm, Wanda?” Natasha turns around and Wanda has already started walking in the other direction.

“There was no mission,” you think aloud and Nat nods. “At least it worked out for us,” you say with a smile.

“It sure did,” Natasha says.

Ever since that night, the two of you have been inseparable.

You still joke about how Wanda made up an excuse about a mission and you believed her. Natasha claims she didn’t believe her, but she wanted to spend time with you, so she pretended to. She just couldn’t wait to see what life would bring for her and her blind date.

You wouldn’t change a thing about that first night.

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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🎃halloween with the avengers and co!🎃

summary: um. you can read so

warnings: this is literally me rambling, haunted places, animated bucky having like double d’s wtf, the most unorganized thing i’ve ever made don’t judge me

a/n: this is so messy but i had so much fun just writing whatever came to mind, apologies for jumping all over the place lol but hope you get a laugh out of it anyways 🤍🤍

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE THIS

BUT YALL SHOULD KNOW THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE MY FAVORITE THING

I MAY BE AN ATHEIST BUT CHRISTMAS IS THE BEST SHIT EVER

and i honestly spent halloween in my dorm bingeing movies and i’m rewatching werewolf by night and just realized i need to write for halloween so oops

halloween with the team is the best shit ever.

you want to wear a costume? no party like a stark party.

sure, some people are lazy and show up in their suits and call it a day (cough sam cough)

but it’s well made up for by peter and harley both going as tony (and arguing over who did it better) and kamala dressing as carol

yelena and nat would dress up as each other and make fun of the other

“i’m natasha and i’m an avenger and i love tight suits with no pockets so my ass looks good when i pose”

“i’m yelena and i have an addiction to sriracha and versace”

tony was going to show up as himself, but morgan wrangled the stark family into dressing as food. she’s a cheeseburger, obvi

steven convinced marc to go as an archaeologist, but when the latter fronts he instantly yanks off the funny hat and passes it to layla, who’s honestly just there to watch the chaos

wanda goes with her usual sokovian fortune teller costume, but the twins are more than excited to prance around the tower in search of candy

america brings a share of multiversal candy, some of which isn’t… exactly… edible

speaking of which, if you hand out candy instead, you end up setting up a trick-or-treating path in the tower for the younger team members, with each of the rooms serving as a stop

the eternals are split on halloween. ikaris, being the stoic dramatic hoe he is, thinks it’s overhyped. sersei’s happy to see little kids, sprite likes scaring people, you know

but with all of your experiences combined, none of you scare easily

the world’s greatest heroes can tank any horror movie with ease, barely startling at jumpscares or violent scenes

but they DO NOT handle haunted areas well

this is entirely based on my experience at the ohio state reformatory AKA the most haunted prison in the us. i went up for fall break since i used to live near mansfield before we moved, and HOLY FUCK YALL

THAT SHITS HAUNTED HAUNTED

i sat in the chair room :)

and it felt like someone punched the right side of my face :(

my right eye teared up and got super red :(((

but i got a piece of brick from the chapel :D

probably have an attachment now :((((

anyway, say you convince the team to visit. even better, you rope tony into paying for the ghost tour

every single noise will send the group jumping

bucky pulls a knife out of his pocket the moment you enter the west attic

steve starts out a skeptic but ends up refusing to even enter the chapel

peter freaking out bc “omg sam and colby and shane and ryan were here”

things are just made worse when wanda starts to mumble about “restless energy”

fuck that if the scarlet witch is nervous then you can be too

just finished werewolf by night moving on to the zombie episode of what if?

goddamn animated bucky has bigger tits than me

are y’all seein this shit

ok back on track

if jack and elsa are somehow involved there’ll be too many werewolf jokes made

but he’s too much of a sweetheart to really protest them

i love them so much and we only have like an hour of them 🥺

scott would dress up as an ant. i’m not taking criticism. he would try to make hope dress up as a wasp but when she refuses cassie does it.

bingeing halloween movies

arguing whether or not nightmare before christmas is a halloween or christmas movie

deciding the only right decision aka it’s a halloween movie stfu

shuri would come up with a slay costume i just know she would 😭

thor and jane would have a cringey couples costume cmon guys it’s literally canon

katy would show up as a hot dog

like the worst discount hot dog costume you’ve ever seen

shang and xialing would be forced to be ketchup and mustard respectively

once again argue with the wall

overall, you’ll have fun. it’ll be chaotic as fuck, but when it comes to the avengers, what isn’t?

hope everyone had a fun halloween! now go buy that discount candy bitches!

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eplioyak · 2 years

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Nyc Pizza

No idea what this is. I saw a random prompt on Instagram and rolled with it instead of doing my science homework.

Description: Being powerful isn’t always good. Especially when you hold in all your feelings. What happens when you get yet another mission and Wanda helps you deal with it?

Warnings: None, maybe angst?

Thank you for reading! Please keep in mind that it hasn’t been double checked because I am way too tired to try before I go to sleep. Please remember to take care of yourself and not bottle up your emotions!

Sitting in a meeting hearing about how I was needed again was torture. I just got back from one yesterday yet they require my assistance again tomorrow? Quickly retreating to my room afterwards I start to pack my bags. After only seconds I ripped off my Avengers crew neck and threw it into a growing pile of messy clothes needing washed. It’s unfair. Every single mission I’m forced to go fight because of what they call a “gift”. Being a hydra reject and one of the only surviving test subjects isn’t some miracle. It’s a bottomless pit containing misery and suffering with a dash of mental torture.

Moment’s later there’s a soft knocking on my door. Too caught up in my internal monologue on how much my life sucks I don’t answer. Normally I would, because if I was more relaxed I would recognize the knocking instantly. But, like previously said, I was caught up in the despair currently filling my mind from the thought of yet another mission. Finally finishing with the shirt pile of my packing the door opens. Scaring the absolute daylights out of me.

“Oh my god y/n I’m so sorry!” Wanda says quickly, even though she’s giggling.

“Wanda? Why’d you come in my room?” Honestly I should be nicer, she’s one of the kindest and understanding people here. But I am way too frustrated to calm down quickly enough to do so.

“I wanted to congratulate you, this is a big mission and you were chosen to lead it. It’s such a big deal that I figured we could celebrate with some pizza”

“I don’t care about some worthless pizza right now. You shouldn’t be here, you need to train with Natasha before she has to leave on the mission with me.”

“It was going to be the New York style from Papa Johns… I thought you would like it. Nat canceled training for today so she could rest. I can leave if you want though, I really didn’t mean to bother you.”

“That’s the point Wanda! You just assume I’m in favor of some stupid pizza! Why would I want to eat pizza every time someone gets it! It’s exhausting having to be the one picking it up every time!” My voice raising during every sentence, “I didn’t ask for a pizza! The pizza isn’t a gift! It’s a constant reminder of how worthless I actually am! If I wanted something to show my value I would take a Buzzfeed quiz! Those missions are insane! I never even asked for this!” Suddenly I’m forced to catch my breath for several seconds before refocusing.

Wanda uses this opportunity to her advantage as she rushes forward to hug me. The comfort is something much needed. Something so needed that it’s too much. The thin wall holding everything back bursts straight open. The pressure was too much, the focus on my power by the team was too much, it had all been piling up ready to break. Letting my emotions get the better of me I had started to cry. Wanda had only hugged me tighter, reinforcing the fact she was here for me.

After some time I had finally calmed down and we finally broke apart. Leading me to my bed she sat down beside me. She carefully started to hold my hand, making sure that I was okay and comfortable with it. The next part is never fun. The entire point of hiding emotion is to avoid talking about it. Which is why it always sucks when it piles over and you have to talk about it. Feeling calmer I nod so she knows I’m ready to talk.

“Would you like to talk about it yourself or would you rather I ask questions to guide you dear?” She begins by asking.

“I really don’t know how to begin. Could we please do the question one?” I admit, sniffling between certain words.

“Whatever works for you love. Is this really about pizza or is it about something more?”

“It isn’t, I actually really like pizza, especially the nyc style. It was really thoughtful of you to offer that, thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, I enjoy making you smile, you know? Next question, is this about the mission and briefing today?”

“Partially, I think everything just kind of added up and this was the final straw you know? Like I held it inside for so long that it just tipped it over the top.”

“Held what inside?” She asks softly.

“I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s like they want me to do every mission because of my power. They automatically assume I’m a good person just because of the fact that my power can help people. It just seems unfair sometimes. I’m not a good person. I don’t even want to do half of the ones I get sent on.”

“Is that all, you can talk about more if you feel comfortable.”

“It’s not all, I mean I wish it was but it’s not. It seems like they put so much pressure on me to make sure every mission I’m on succeeds. I’m not a very good leader and everytime I get out there it feels like I’m going to explode from the amount of stuff going on inside my head. I can’t mess up with this job, if I do then innocent people die. I’ve caused enough death because of Hydra. I can’t cause any more.”

“Anything that happened at Hydra wasn’t your fault. You’re right about needing less missions. If you would feel comfortable enough, I can go with you to talk to Tony and Steve about cutting down on not only your missions, but also the amount of missions you lead.”

“Thank you so much Wanda. I'm so sorry about how I treated you earlier. It wasn’t fair towards you and I sincerely apologize. I promise you that next time I won’t let it get so bad that I have a reaction like that. I also promise that I will buy you a nyc style pizza tonight as a thank you for this. You have no idea how much I needed this and you.”

“Oh you needed me you say?” She teased, “I will take you up on the pizza offer though”.

“Sounds good, do you think you would maybe like to eat it with just the two of us? I could put on a movie too.” I nervously ask.

“It sounds like you're asking me on a date?”

“Would it be bad if I was? I promise the next one will be nicer than pizza.”

“It sounds like that would be great. I’ll see you tonight!” on her way out she adds, “Instead of a movie we should try a sitcom, I have some from my childhood I’d love to share with you.”

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purposefulloki · 3 years

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Hey!

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Cursing, Suggestiveness

Prompt: Secret Relationship with Loki

Word Count: 1,106

“I did it!” Wanda suddenly yelled. You jumped as she approached you, hands tightening around your book.

“Did what?” Your eyes met hers in a questioning stare.

“I erased the video footage!” She whispered.

“Oh! Thank you!” You smiled and looked back down at the book you were reading. There was no response, but yet you could still feel her presence, so you looked back up again. All you could see was a mischievous smirk plastered on her way too pretty face.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. Didn’t know you and the God of Mischief would be so….hmm what’s the word? Quirky?”

Your mouth fell open and your body lost all color. Immediately you felt cold and shivered, slamming your book shut. “Why the hell did you watch it? The only thing we did was ask you to delete it! Not watch!”

“Watch and delete what?” Tony’s voice questioned. You spun around, eyes wide as your body drained even more - if that was possible. You were hot with anger.

“Nothing. Excuse me!” You huffed and went to storm out of the living room, but Tony’s hand stopped you. His fingers wrapped around your bicep, holding you in place. “Don’t touch me!” You jerked to try and rid of him, but he didn’t budge.

“I’d suggest you let her go, Stark.” A new voice intruded. A shiver went down your back as you heard Loki speak. Tony felt it and gave you a weird look, but not before he let your arm go. You took a step back, released a heavy sigh and turned to leave the room. Your feet took towards Loki’s suite quickly. A quiet space that wasn’t your own is most definitely what you needed to calm down. You threw your book onto his bed, marching towards his balcony and throwing the french doors open. You stood outside and brewed in your anger for a while, eyes scrunched. The fall breeze made you relax and you exhaled several times, nice and slow.

“Darling?” Loki’s voice came out soft so as to not scare you. A hum of acknowledgment came from you, his arms wrapping around your middle. Your back met his chest, his lips placing a chaste kiss behind your ear. “What happened?”

You leaned into him further. “Wanda told me she deleted the footage. Then she added that she didn’t know we could be so damn quirky, as she said. Tony overheard us chatting about something being deleted and asked us.”

There was no reaction and silence from Loki for several minutes before he took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to cause you any pain.” This time your eyebrow scrunch was confusion instead of anger. You turned in Loki’s arms, wrapping your own around his neck and pulling yourself against him.

“What?”

“I should have known not to instigate anything in the kitchen. I was not thinking in the moment of passion.” His eyes seemed to be piercing holes into your soul and your heart clenched - and then in love.

“Loki! You didn’t cause this. I’m as much to blame as you are. It takes two to tango, my love. Plus, we’ve been needing to tell everyone anyway.” His grip tightened as he pulled you impossibly closer to his hard body. You gasped at the action, arms tightening around him.

“I will only allow you to include all if you are decidedly fair with it yourself.”

“Allow me?” You quirked. He smiled in reply, bending to press his lips to yours. He drug you to his silken sheets, loving on you for hours on end until you both could take no more. You sighed in content, rolling yourself to cuddle into Loki’s chest. His hand went around to your back, slowly dragging towards your ass. He gripped at the chunky flesh, squeezing and kneading. You mewled at the action, pressing your naked chest to his. His hand slipped further, wrapping around your thigh and bringing your leg to wrap around his hip.

“Loki!” You giggled, pressing a hand to his chest to put space between you. He pushed back, nuzzling into your neck and pressing soft kisses to the soft skin. “We must clean up and go have a talk with the team, my love!” He huffed in aggravation, pulling away slowly.

“Stay here while I go get a cloth, darling.”

“Hmm. No rebuttals here. My legs are still rather shaky!” Loki gave no response besides a loving smile.

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A little while later you were both cleaned up, clothed and ready to venture out to gather everyone. Loki rounded all the gentlemen as you rounded the ladies. Everyone sat on chairs and couches, blinking back at you curiously. You wrung your hands together, your heart beating erratically in anxiety. You looked up at your lover, eyes full of worry. It’s okay, my darling. Have faith in everyone. His mind spoke to you. He turned to the team, opening his mouth to explain why you two had collected them all. Natasha and Wanda knew already, of course.

“We are courting!” Loki smiled confidently.

There was a moment of silence before Sam spoke. “Courting?”

“He means that they’re dating. I got this reference!” Steve spoke up. You laughed lightly, his comment giving you confidence to take a step closer to Loki and wrap a hand around his bicep. You nodded.

“Mmhm! We have been courting for almost a year now!”

Steve, Bucky and Sam looked indifferent while everyone else looked confused or repulsed. Tony especially looked repulsed.

“Why the hell would you pick him?”

You gulped and felt Loki flex his bicep in a comforting manner - letting you know he was there for you. “We didn’t necessarily pick each other. It kind of just happened.”

“As long as I don’t have to see yall smooching or whatever, then go for it, I guess?” Banner spoke up.

“They’re so cute together though, you guys! Nat and I -“ Wanda froze, all eyes on her as she realized what she was saying. You gave her a What the hell?! look. She shrugged and laughed, clasping her hands together and closing her mouth.

“Darling? Do you have anything to say?” Vision asked her. She shook her head, eyes catching yours as you tried to not threaten her.

“Everyone will eventually find out, ya know?” Nat spoke up.

“Oh for heck’s sake! What is it?!” Tony spewed.

“You better double scrub the kitchen counters!” Wanda yelped as she rushed out of the room to get away from you. There were groans of disgust going around as Loki laughed at this entire situation.

Hey, at least no one was outright mad about you two, right?

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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oh lord i can’t stop thinking about this!

being with bucky or steve (or both 😏 let’s go with both…) getting ready for the day and deciding to wear some lingerie under your outfit. But your white button up shirt is a bit see through and the your colorful bra is showing through a little bit and your skirt was so short it was barely professional … So when you walk into the kitchen to get breakfast they’re like “WHOA THERE you look extremely sexy but there’s no way i’m letting you wear that today because i won’t be able to hold myself back. Can’t have you running around distracting me, we’ve got an important meeting today.”

So you return to your room all grumpy because you were feelin yourself. And of course you’re feeling bratty (when are we not tbh). So you do as they ask and take off your lingerie & happily return to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling very cold. Your nipples hardening through your shirt becoming quite apparent, even more visible than your bra was. You of course start complaining about how it’s been so chilly lately and you really hope it’s not windy today…but you just really don’t want to distract them with your lingerie because you wanna be a good girl…but instead of them reprimanding and punishing you right then and there like you expected. They’re like fine you wanna be a whore and risk everyone finding out? go for it. But not before they remind you who owns you buy putting in a plug and then a set of ben wa balls, making sure both you holes are claimed…and then making you walk around like that all day. Breast practically on display for the whole team to see, no panties, and constantly on the edge of an orgasm from the effort it takes to keep the ben wa balls from falling out…

and of course most members of the team are respectful and either don’t care/are too oblivious to notice/or are scared of steve/bucky to your acknowledge your appearance. That is…except for Natasha who can read you like an open book and knows she could take down the soldiers if she wanted to. She’s checking you out all day, complimenting your shirt, accidentally glancing up your skirt, brushing your hand, practically eye fucking you. And by some miracle the four of you all have a meeting scheduled for planning an upcoming mission. By the end of the day you’ve been on edge you seemingly forget the situation your in. Standing up quickly from your seat at the table to start playfully arguing with Bucky about mission plans. You slip up, and the ben was balls are tugged out accidentally by a mixture of you forgetting to clench down and the string getting caught on your skirt. But after so long on edge the second they leave your cunt your cumming so hard you fall to the ground, absolutely humiliated and yet still wanting more.

Everyone freezes. The boys rush to explain. You tear up in embarrassment and because of the lack of stimulation. Nat just smirks because she is so unbelievably turned on. Steve walks over to help you out. But Natasha stops them and informs him that it’s highly inappropriate for a male colleague to touch another female colleague like that, and really she should be the one to help. And god all of you are so insanely turned on. So she kneels down to where your pathetically sitting, she spread your legs and begins to play with you. And of course you’re coming apart in minutes. What none of you except is the absolute mess you make when you come, gushing everywhere. All over yourself and the floor, unable to contain your moans, tears of relief running down your face. After you calm down a bit, bucky leans down and hands Nat the Ben Wa balls (he took the liberty of cleaning them while you two where,,, occupied) and of course she keeps taking care of you gliding her hands against your cunt and gently thrusting her fingers in and out of you insisting it would be far too distracting and unprofessional for the boys to be helping you. You’re just so turned on that everytime she pushes one of the balls in you squirt a little bit more, micro orgasms racking your body. After gushing about three more times your holes are once again secured. Of course she makes sure to double check the plug as well, which nearly causes you to come undone again. And she gently cleans you up before making you stand and acting as though the whole situation was no more big of a deal than tying your shoe laces. And the three of them seemingly come to a silent agreement to act as casual as possible, as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Except for the three of them walking up to you through out the day and running their hands up your shirt and pinching your nipples, sliding their fingers across your cunt and flicking your clit, even tugging and tapping at your plug slightly. Doing everything in their power to get you as desperate as possible. And your just left totally fucked out and trying your best not to come because you just know your going to make another mess (which of course you do at one point, confusing poor wanda in the process by your poorly concealed squeal which was quickly covered up by Nat acting as though you sneezed and rushing help you discreetly which was hard considering all you wanted to do was fall down and beg her to fuck you, i mean really it wasn’t your fault so she didn’t blame you) By the end of the day the four of you are returning your apartment, chaos ensues ;) You can’t help thinking you should distract them more often…

Ugh sorry this is so slutty but i can’t stop thinking about and needed to confess my sinful thoughts 😫in my defense my original fantasy was much worse #sorry

I know you sent this at the start of the week but I need you to know I thought about this ask for almost my entire 2 hour commute every day this week 😩 I fucking NEED this, it’s so slutty and delicious and I get so worked up just thinking about it 😵‍💫

And if you see this, PLEASE send me the filthier version because I’m so fucking ready for it!!

But like, I’m imaging you being on the floor, Nat is slipping the balls back into you and you’re squirting everywhere, groaning and arching into Nat’s touch and it’s the most erotic thing the boys have ever seen

And maybe they get so overwhelmed they kind of forget themselves and start touching each other, unzipping their jeans so they can jerk each other off while they watch you and Nat. And Nat just smirks and rubs your clit, telling you to look at what your sweet little body has done to these two huge men. she’s give you little kitten licks to clean up your never ending mess before inviting the boys to step over and cum all over your pussy.

It’s torture not feeling them cum inside you but you feel filthy after both of them have blown their load and then Nat flips your skirt back down and tells you not to clean up

So the rest of the day, they’re pinching your nipples, smearing their cum all over your needy pussy then dipping their fingers in your mouth, telling you you’re being such a good girl and they’re going to make sure your holes feel even fuller when you get home

#asks answered <3 #anon #18+#no because this makes me so stupid besties #like being almost free use with Bucky Nat and Steve #I would do anything for them #holy shit this ask was so hot #and I know I didn’t add much #I feel like it deserves it’s own fic #but I couldn’t let it sit in my inbox either #because y’all need to see it

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I know I’m probably beating a dead horse at this point but I feel like it isn’t talked about enough how the accord do not and will never affect Tony the same way they’ll affect those like Steve & Wanda. Tony can always just blow up all of his suits again & go back to a fully normal life if he wants to. He doesn’t have to wear a tracking bracelet, or submit dna samples, or fear getting shoved into a straight jacket or electroshock collar if he gets arrested. I’ll I just don’t think it’s addressed enough how blatantly privileged Tony & other normal humans like rhodey & nat would be under the accords compared to their other teammates. No wonder they were so supportive of them from the beginning.

Ah, but what is fandom for if not the beating of dead horses?

I agree with you. I generally prefer the film over the comic event (granted I haven’t read it in a few years now), but I do like that the Civil War comic had more time to discuss those civil liberties issues. Like, the damn thing, as with most comics events, is annoyingly massive. Not if you just read the core 6 books of the main CW storyline, but the tie-ins, oh my God the tie-ins. Comic events and their damn tie-ins…

For the sake of telling a fuller story though, I do like that the comics had so damn much. There was much more room for side content, for lesser characters who aren’t in the MCU, or weren’t, at the time. There’s a fuller picture of why various people are taking the sides they do. Some of those reasons make more sense than others, but yeah.

There’s a bit from the comics that I’ve posted before where Tony and Peter (mid 20’s, his own hero Peter, not Frankenstein, Tonky Jesus fanboy Peter) are arguing about the Registration Act—as it’s called in the comics—and talking about the civil liberties being violated. Being a 2006 book, it’s got a very post 9/ll, Guantanamo Bay theme going. The lack of trial, of legal representation, the prison that’s even worse than The Raft. There are several scenes like this as I recall, and yeah, the film is sorely missing them in places. You kind of see it with Team Cap in The Raft, but it’s very much a quick thing in the larger narrative of the film, and that’s annoying.

I’m not exactly advocating for this, because the film version with it’s smaller focus works a lot better in many respects, but I do sometimes think of the alternate reality where Disney Plus existed sooner, and Civil War was turned into a series instead of a film. Say six episodes, match the number of installments in the main comic event, eight eps if you wanted to push it. Then we could get something that delved deeper into what these documents actually say, what the public’s reaction to them is, how they would affect people besides our core Avengers group.

Show some kid like Peter who has abilities but doesn’t want to go out and fight bad guys, just wants to live a normal life. Show someone who can’t reveal their Enhanced nature to friends or family because it wouldn’t be safe for that person. Show the every day or every day-ish people (ala the Netflix shows) and where they stand on this. Wanda talks about people being scared of her after the Lagos incident and you kind of see that, but not really. Actually show that. Show the fears that people have of these Enhanced people, the legit and less legit ones, and show the other side too, the regular, every day people who still look at this and say hey, no, hang on, this is wrong.

Again, not necessarily saying I’d want this over the film, but if the Mouse overlords ever wanted to revisit that storyline and expand on it, I wouldn’t complain.

And yeah, people have talked about this too, but it kind of sucks the way the film handled everyone and their reasons for siding how they did. Steve is all about choice and keeping the government from abusing its citizens ala Hydra, Tony’s got his whole, we need to be kept in check thing, but very few of our other players land where they land because of the actual Accords. Nat doesn’t want her Avengers family to fall apart, and wants to maintain some control over the situation rather than none. Rhodey’s the career military man who (generally) follows orders and hey, if this is what most people want, we don’t get to just decide eh, no thanks. Panther doesn’t care about any of this, dude just picks the team that’s going after Bucky. Peter doesn’t know what the fuck he is actually fighting for, Tony didn’t tell him, Scott and Clint are there because Cap asked, and also, presumably, because of the danger the Accords would put their family in, but that second point is never explicitly stated.

And Sam…I feel like we really got fucking robbed with Sam, especially in light of what we’ve learned about his character in Falcon and WS. The film doesn’t much go into his reasoning, beyond the fact he believes in Cap, he’s Cap’s ride or die, etc. But given the history he has in Falcon and WS, again, we were robbed. Dude is all about making sure minorities aren’t oppressed, aren’t punished for existing. Dude is very much aware of the double-standards in this country. I know that stuff was written in later, but my God did we miss out on a Sam monologue about this in CW. Sam, who’s like Nat and Tony in that he can theoretically hang up the wings and be free of the Accords, but still takes the other side. Would’ve been hella interesting to see Sam and Rhodey’s little argument they have about it be an actual scene, an actual debate. Sam who knows of the US government and it’s unjust laws and abuse of power, knows it long before he hears of Isiah Bradley. Who has those nephews that will have to grow up in a post-Accords world. It just would’ve been super interesting to see Rhodey and Sam, both Black men who joined the military, one who left, one who didn’t, have an actual discussion on why they feel what they feel. Even discounting the finer details of the Sam stuff, the stuff that wasn’t written yet, it would’ve been cool.

And, of course it would’ve been awesome to see Tony and the non-powered on Team Iron Man (but mostly Tony) get called out on their privilege with this issue, but that of course couldn’t happen, because Tony has plot immunity. Let fire and lightning pour forth and destroy all who dare to question the wisdom of Tonky Jesus, praise be to Tonky and all he has given us.

#pro steve rogers #pro team cap #anti tony stark #anti tony stans #anti team iron man #anti iron man #sam wilson #fatws

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,169

Summary: A friendly game of truth or dare leads you to uncovering the real truth about Bucky and how big he really is...

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabble clean up and the super fun prompt below from @buckys-henley I got this amazing ask about the team playing truth or dare and things getting fun so I thought it worked well with the prompt! Hope you guys like this and it makes you laugh! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: lots of teasing and banter, friendly fun, cursing, the guys being ridiculous, fluffy fun, flirting, light smut at the end (18+ only please)

“Oh, come on Tony, quit picking dare, we all know you’ll do just about anything!” Steve yells this across the room and Tony’s eyebrows shoot up, “so you better give me something good then. Up your game Rogers!” Everyone oooooh’s and aaaaah’s, now waiting for Steve to give him a good dare.

Sam leans close to whisper in Steve’s ear and his eyes go wide, his face scrunching up in disgust. “I don’t wanna see that Wilson! No way!” Sam just shakes his head and waves him off, sitting back on the couch and grabbing a drink. “Steve, do it!” you shout, smiling wide when he just stares at you. Bucky nudges you with his elbow, “you may be sorry you said that doll face.”

When you turn toward Bucky you know your face must already be pink from his sweet endearment because he kisses your cheek, smiling softly before looking back to Steve. “Alright Tony. I dare you to whip your dick out right now.” Tony doesn’t even flinch as he takes a chug of his drink and stands, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

You, Nat and Wanda all screech and hide while Pepper’s face remains unamused and not at all surprised. “OH MY GOD Buck. Tell me when it’s over.” You’ve buried your face in his chest, his arm now snaked around your waist and holding you close. “I promise I will.” You stay hidden, giggling when you hear everyone’s groans and laughter.

“It’s safe now doll.” You peek an eye out and see that Tony is looking smug and buttoning his pants. “Impressive, right?” Everyone starts laughing again and Steve blurts out, “not bad, but I mean, you haven’t seen a super serum dick yet.” Bucky smacks his knee, cackling, “yet? What the hell Steve, no one asked to see yours!” You can feel your face heating at the thought of how big Bucky might be and you quickly grab your drink, downing half in one gulp. “Hey, slow down baby girl, you don’t wanna miss any of this fun.” You wipe your mouth and nod, trying to keep your eyes from wandering between his legs.

You can tell the group is getting rowdier as people down more drinks, the conversation raunchier and the friendly insults flying. “MY TURN!” Tony announces, rubbing his goatee. “This is a double truth or dare. And I don’t want to hear it, my house, my rules.” A collective groan resonates through the room, but no one fights him on it, knowing there’s no use.

“Alright you two, truth or dare.” Bucky locks eyes with Steve and it’s as if they are of one mind when they simultaneously say, “dare.” Tony fist pumps and taps his watch, the hologram of a ruler lighting up in front of his face. “You shouldn’t have opened your mouth Rogers. Let’s see ‘em boys and we can determine whose is bigger.” You audibly swallow, licking your lips and waiting to see what Bucky will do.

They both stand and walk to the center of the room, shrugging and undoing their jeans. “Are we comparing to each other or do you just wanna prove my point Tony?” Tony eyes roll so hard they almost get lost in the back of his head. “You already saw my dick so.” Steve smirks, “so we know you’re out of the contest already.”

Pepper nearly spits out her drink, Tony glancing down and giving her a look, “whatever Rogers, I got nothing to prove.” Bucky’s eyes shift to yours for a brief moment while he pulls down his jeans, your gaze traveling up his thick legs and landing on his perfect ass. He winks when he sees you staring and you quickly dip your head, searching for a new place to hide.

You want to look, so badly, but you’re afraid you’ll make it so obvious you want him. When you look at Nat you giggle as Clint covers her eyes, everyone else waiting with bated breath. “Ok, here,” Tony says handing Steve his watch, “you can measure yourselves because I’m not getting that close.” Steve pulls his boxers down first and you shield your eyes, separating your fingers just enough to see a blur but nothing else.

Steve shouts out a number that nearly makes you faint, and you can’t stop yourself from joining in on the hoots and hollers. He hands the watch to Bucky and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, spreading your fingers farther apart to get a better look. At the last second you close them, grinding your jaw while you wait. You can hear him chuckle before he yells out a number only slightly larger than Steve’s. A few colorful curses leave Steve’s lips, and everyone erupts into laughter, Tony’s the loudest.

Now you really feel dizzy, your mind racing with the all the ways he could use all those inches. The couch dips and a cool hand pulls at your wrist, revealing your very red and heated face. “You ok there baby doll?” At first you don’t say anything and just stare at him while the noises around you fade away, “no way Buck. It’s so big.”

The words are out before you realize what you’ve said and Bucky’s lips brush the shell of your ear, “oh yes way,” he teases, his eyes darkening when he hears your gasp. “Is that a dare baby?” You manage a playful smirk, “and what if it is?” He takes your hand and stands, walking slowly out of the room toward his bedroom. You hold tight to it, afraid if you let go, you’ll melt to a puddle on the floor.

In the next second, you’re in his room, your back to the door and his lips barely brushing yours. He closes the gap, and you moan into his mouth, trying to work open his jeans. You get them undone and reach down to rub your hand over his boxers. “Fuck,” you rasp out, feeling the wetness collect between your thighs. “Oh my god, Bucky.”

You feel him smile against your lips, his cock already hard beneath your hand, “I was telling the truth.” Letting his jeans hit the floor you kneel and slowly peel off his boxers, unable to control your lewd moan when his cock springs free. You reach out and pump your hand over his substantial length, squeezing your thighs together in eagerness.

Bucky’s fingers slip under your chin and he lifts you back up, kissing you soundly before taking you in his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. Carrying you to the bed he lays you down and pulls off his shirt, discarding it on the floor. His body covers yours and when you feel his cock press along your inner thigh you hum in satisfaction, letting your legs fall open. He trails warm kisses down your neck, nipping your earlobe before he whispers, “ladies first,” and slips his metal hand under your leggings.

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The Blink of an Eye

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2532

Requested by anon: Can I request a nat x daughter!reader where r is adopted and discovers she has powers but tries to hide it from nat because she doesn’t think she’d be a good avenger? love your writing ♥️

“Y/n, come on!!! We’re gonna be late!” Peter’s voice startles you as you’re brushing your teeth. You glance at your phone and your eyes go wide. If you don’t leave in the next five minutes you’re totally screwed.

“I’m coming!” you yell back, sprinting out of your bathroom. You stumble a bit and somehow end up halfway down the hall. You pause for a second, looking between the bathroom door and the place you’re now standing. It’s a solid five yards but you don’t have time to try and figure out what the hell just happened. You have to get to school.

“Finally. You’re gonna get us detention,” Peter grabs your hand and tugs you to the door.

“It’s really not that big of a deal, Peter,” Wanda is trying to stifle her laugh as the three of you make your way to the garage.

xxxxx

“Romanoff, that was amazing. It may even be a new school record,” your gym teacher tells you as you finish running the mile.

“Wait what? What was my time?” You’ve never been the fastest kid in class. You probably could be, but you hated running so you never really tried. You normally just keep it to an easy jog, or so you thought as you glance over your shoulder and notice you’ve left Peter in the dust. That shouldn’t have happened.

“5:32. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a high schooler run that fast, what’s your secret?” he asks, leaning closer to you as if you wouldn’t want the class to hear you, but they’re all still trying to finish their run at least a hundred yards behind you.

“It must just be all the training I do with my mom and her team,” you say with a shrug and a fake smile. You don’t train with your mom’s team. This doesn’t make sense.

Over the next few days you have more of what you can only describe as glitches. Random bursts of speed when you run that put you on the opposite side of the room faster than any human should be able to move. Now that you know what to look for you can see the world blur by you as you run. It doesn’t happen all the time and you have no idea how to explain it. People don’t just magically obtain superpowers. In your experience it was usually with the assistance of hydra, and the occasional radioactive spider but you haven’t gotten any bug bites recently and you don’t like the option that leaves you with.

Your memory of life before being adopted is hazy at best, a few flashes of people whose relation to you you can’t place and some doctors offices. A four year old found alone half a mile outside of a recently destroyed hydra base is nothing too suspicious. It was in a crowded community full of individuals who got caught in unfortunate circumstances. It wasn’t rare to find people living on the streets but when Natasha found you all alone she knew she couldn’t just leave you there. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but if you find out you came from within that hydra base? Well they might not see it as a coincidence anymore. Besides in your opinion, you’d be a crappy superhero so it’s better if nobody finds out. Yeah, you’ll just hide it. That’ll work.

xxxxx

It did not work.

Every day that passed you found it harder and harder to keep your secret. It seemed your powers, if you could even call them that, just kept getting stronger. And let’s just say you weren’t getting the hang of them anytime soon.

“Y/n, dinner!” you hear your mom call from down the hall and you jump up from your desk, you’ve been starving recently, maybe it has something to do with the new powers. You run for the kitchen, momentarily forgetting how bad of an idea that is. You see Clint walking in front of you and you panic. The world starts moving in slow motion as you realize you can’t stop. You turn a bit so you’ll miss him, digging your heels into the floor to try and slow down. It isn’t very effective and rather than you stopping yourself, you stop when you slam into Tony’s bookshelf, knocking it and all the books to the floor as you skid across the common room with them.

“Oh my god!” Tony yells, jumping several feet in the air at the noise

“Y/n are you okay?” your mom asks as she quickly makes her way over to you. You pull the books off your chest and sit up, smiling sheepishly at the group of avengers standing in front of you.

“Yeah. I just uh...tripped. Sorry about your books Tony. I’ll clean them up,” you wince as you look at the mess you caused.

“We don’t care about the books-”

“I care about the books!” Tony cuts in and Steve rolls his eyes before continuing.

“We care about you,” he finishes with a pointed look at Tony who nods.

“Oh uh, yeah. We care about you more. But I also like the books…” he trails off quietly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m clumsy,” you say with a shrug, pushing yourself up and stacking the books out of the walkway. Your mom looks at you and you can tell she doesn’t quite believe you, but she lets it go for now.

This isn’t gonna work for much longer.

xxxxx

“Y/n wake up! We have to go!” you wake up to Tony’s screaming and you jolt upright. The first thing you notice is there’s a haze of smoke throughout the room and it’s really warm.

“What’s happening?” you ask, wiping your eyes and trying to make sense of what’s happening.

“There was an explosion in the lab. The fire suppression system is down and the whole place went up, it's spreading and we need to get everyone out now,” he pulls you up from the couch and starts leading you out of the compound. As you’re both hunched under a cloud of smoke you can’t help but think for the hundreth time how stupid the floor plans of this building are. Tony wanted his lab close to the living quarters so he could get there quickly when he got inspiration in the middle of the night. You’ve lost count of how many times his lab accidents have woken you up at 3am and now your room is about to go up in a cloud of smoke.

“Thank God,” you mumble to yourself as you get outside. Glancing around you see Clint, Steve, and Bucky all doubled over on the lawn.

“You guys good?” Clint calls over.

“Yeah, you? Where’s everyone else?” you get nervous seeing less than half of the residents outside.

“Peter’s at home. Wanda, Sam, and Thor are on a mission. Banner’s still out of town, right?” Steve lists off and your blood runs cold.

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s not with you guys?” Bucky asks and you turn to Tony who shakes his head.

“No, I just grabbed the kid and got out. I figured those with military grade training could look out for each other!” Tony yells and you run through your moms schedule. You can hear them arguing about whose responsibility it was to look for her as you realize it’s Wednesday. It’s laundry day meaning she was here, and it’s the afternoon so she’s probably folding it in her room. God, you were ten feet from her and you didn’t notice.

“She’s in her room.”

“Tony suit up and get her!” Clint yells, he sounds almost as desperate as you feel.

“My suit is in the lab, send one of the super soldiers in!” Tony screams back. You can feel the heat from the fire and you don’t even want to think about what it’s like inside the building right now.

“We don’t have time for this! I’ll go,” you step forward but Bucky grabs your arm.

“We’re not letting you go in there. You’ll die!” He yells and you rip your arm out of his grasp.

“If I don’t my mom dies!” With that you take off, at a normal speed at first, but quickly speeding up until you’re a blur. You stumble a few times, running into walls and fallen support beams scattered through the walkway. You haven’t quite got the hang of this yet. Every time you hit something you can feel your clothes start to burn and char, the heat making it all the way down to your skin. You ignore the pain and keep running, you need to get to your mom. After a few more mishaps and no more than three seconds you’ve made it to your moms bedroom. When you look around you see her coughing and trying to pull a fallen dresser off her leg, but she can’t quite get the leverage. Her eyes widen when she sees you.

“What are you doing? Get out of here!” she yells, desperate to keep you safe.

“I’m here to help, push on three,” you tell her, grabbing the dresser and counting down. After struggling for a few seconds you get it off of her. “Is your leg okay?”

“I’m fine, you need to go. I’ll catch up, just run,” she tells you as you help her up but you’re not leaving her.

“This is gonna be really weird, I’ll explain it later. I’m gonna pick you up,” you wrap her arm around your shoulder and reach down to lift her.

“What’s going on. What are you-” you cut her off.

“Mom! Just trust me. And you might want to close your eyes.” you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before taking off. There’s so much adrenaline surging through you you barely feel like you’re trying. Despite the seeming lack of effort on your part you weave your way out of the building quickly, stumbling towards the assembled group and setting your mom down.

“What the hell just happened?” Tony is the first to break the silence and you cough a few times, trying to get in a breath that no longer wants to enter your lungs.

“Is-is everyone out?” you stutter out. Your vision is starting to tunnel and you're not sure why.

“Yes. Everyone is out. Now tell us what the hell is going on!” To anyone else your mom may sound mad, but you recognize that tone of voice. She’s worried. You want to reassure her but standing is getting harder by the second.

“I’m really fast,” is all you manage to get out before your knees buckle and your vision goes dark.

xxxxx

“You couldn’t have picked another part of the compound to destroy? Our med wing is a lot comfier,” you say as you’re opening your eyes, you can hear Tony whispering to someone so you know he’ll hear you.

“So sorry to inconvenience you, your highness,” he teases back and you smile, pushing yourself and surveying the room of worried gazes.

“By the looks on your faces I’m going to assume my secret’s out?” you ask and they all nod, varying degrees of annoyance, anger, and concern appearing as you try to lighten the mood. “Great. What’s the damage?”

“You have some burns that are healing way faster than they should. You were pretty malnourished. We think whatever your powers are make you require more food. How long have you known?” your mom asks and you look at your hands. She has her face set in an emotionless mask and even after all these years you can’t tell what that look means, and that worries you.

“A month or so,” you tell her and she sighs.

“What’s the first time you remember something happening?” Bruce’s voice is gentle, ever the calm one in the storm and you replay the memories of appearing in different places in your head, trying to remember the first one.

“Five weeks ago. I was late for school and running down the hall and it was like a glitch. I blinked and I was on the opposite end. I just brushed it off as being tired or something,” you explain with a shrug.

“When you crushed everyone in the mile, that was this? Coach has been trying to get us to explain your training routine for weeks. I guess we’ll have to tell him it won’t help,” Peter says and you chuckle.

“I don’t train. Especially after I found this. Running has had some...unfortunate consequences.”

“You mean besides you being in this hospital bed?” your mom asks cooly and you wince.

“I don’t think I’d call saving your life an unfortunate consequence but to each their own I guess. I kinda meant running into book shelves and seeing everything move in slow motion. It’s pretty disorienting,” you explain softly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Wanda’s voice is gentle. She can feel the stress coming from you and she desperately wants to calm you down.

“How would I even start that conversation? ‘Hey guys remember that random rescue mission where you picked up a civilian? Turns out it wasn’t a civilian. Please don’t arrest me. I swear I’m not trying to infiltrate the top secret government organization you all work for, I was just created in a lab by your enemy whose sole purpose is to destroy you by any means necessary. Haha so fun, anyway what’s for dinner?’ That didn’t seem too appealing.”

“What did you think we were gonna do? We know you y/n,” Steve says and your head snaps up.

“No you don’t! None of us know anything about me anymore! What we do know is what hydra is capable of! Who knows what kind of shit they did. For all I know I have a fail safe set up in my brain to make me do their bidding at the drop of a hat! They’re your greatest enemy, and I’m just some kid you found in an alley. There’s really only one choice here,” you start off yelling but by the end your voice is barely above a whisper.

“You’re right. There is only one choice,” your mom speaks up for the first time in a while and you feel tears collecting in your eyes. “We start running tests. We see what they did to you and we find out if we can reverse it. We find out if you even want to reverse it and then we go from there. Either way you’re not alone. We’ve got you, no matter what.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth you’re throwing yourself into her arms and holding on for dear life. It feels like the weight of the world has just been lifted off of your shoulders and for the first time in weeks you can finally breathe.

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loving-barnes · 3 years

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RED, SUS! - BUCKY BARNES

(A/N): I mean, come on, I had to write one where the team is playing Among us.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Tony calls everyone to play the current video game trend - Among us.

Warning: language, a bit fluff at the end

Words: 2800+

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RED, SUS! - BUCKY BARNES

The gaming world was absorbed by the new game. Everyone was streaming it, playing with friends. It was the perfect game to play during a pandemic. Unfortunately, the illness got into the Avengers compound too. Some of the agents and workers were in isolation due to the virus. Also, even though some people could be considered as Gods, this nuisance got them too. Clint remained isolated in his room, Natasha and Wanda were sick too. Their symptoms were mild, fortunately.

Tony’s orders were strict: social distancing for at least 14 days; checking via FRIDAY if anyone was in the kitchen; no gatherings or work meetings; those not affected had to be prepared for urgent or unexpected missions; masks were necessary for the hallways and common rooms and many more.

Every day, between two and five in the afternoon, they had to remain in their rooms due to obligatory disinfection that was happening in common rooms, hallways and other rooms.

They were in the middle of their two-week personal lockdown when Tony sent everyone a message to log onto their laptops. Y/N was reading a book, slowly falling asleep when it happened. She checked her phone: Conference call, urgent, now.

Y/N knew Tony pretty well. These types of messages never meant discussing work or missions. It was something for his amusement - mostly. Unwillingly and without a choice, she turned on her laptop and joined the conference call.

Natasha: Hey, YN, you joined!

Y/N waved with a hand and then scratched her neck. She looked like a mess - baggy jumper, hair in a bun and her face looked sad and tired. In conclusion, she didn’t care less. The team saw her in her worst already - drunk and almost dead.

Sam: What happened to you, Y/N? You look terrible.

Y/N: Shut it, Wilson. I am well. This is my pandemic outfit.

Bucky chuckled. She knew it was him because she could recognize his voice and other sounds anywhere.

Steve: Tony, what is the meaning behind all of this?

Tony: I’m glad you asked. Now that you are all here, and as you can see, I wanted you to join me in an adventure like never before.

Y/N: Tony, I will not drink with you while being on a conference call.

Tony: Y/N, I am not a madman. I don’t believe in virtual drinking. No, this one does not involve alcohol. All you need is your brain and the ability to lie.

Natasha: Sounds interesting, continue.

Tony: There is this new video game called Among Us which is an online multiplayer game. This game is pretty simple, there are crewmates or impostors. Crewmates have to do tasks to win and Impostors have to sabotage, fake tasks and kill to win. The goal of the game is to identify impostors and vote them out - yes, there will be meetings where we have to vote out someone or skip. The meetings also happen when someone reports a body.

Both Wanda and Y/N made a sound that reminded of howling. They were interested.

Bucky: Come on, you really called us to play some stupid video game.

Wanda: Hey! Shush! I want to play. I am so bored in my room. I need some distraction.

Y/N: Yes, exactly. This sounds so good. Let’s play, everyone, please.

Steve: Honestly, I am bored so I will join. However, I need instructions.

Tony: Not a problem, buddy. I have already installed the game and sent you everything necessary. Just to explain one last detail. We will be on a conference call while playing. But, once the round starts, everyone has to mute their mics. When a meeting is called, you have to unmute and we discuss who to vote out and why. Once you are dead, you have to stay muted until the end of the game. At the beginning of every round, you will see whether you are an imposter or a crewmate. Don’t forget, impostors have to lie.

Y/N: Give us ten minutes to check the materials and to start the game, alright? We have some people that are not too good with this type of technology.

Y/N mocked Steve and Bucky especially. They were friends and she occasionally had to tease them. And when Sam was getting on her nerves, she would treat him the same way, if not even worse.

Clint: Oh, that is easy.

Natasha: Finally, something that will keep me occupied for more than ten seconds.

Bruce: Do I have to play?

Tony: Yes. Ten people are needed for two impostors and for it to be fun. You are playing, Banner.

Y/N: Does everyone understand?

The team simultaneously agreed, each person with a different tone. Y/N turned on the game, as well as the rest of the team did, putting on the code Tony had sent them. She spawned in a lobby, as a little lime figure.

Tony: You can also customise colours and accessories by coming to the laptop and using it.

Y/N quickly did as Tony informed them. She changed the colour to purple and put a golden crown on. It was adorable and it did represent her a little. When she was finished, the rest of the team was in the lobby. They also customised their figures to represent them.

Y/N: Oh my god, this is already so much fun.

Tony: Just to clarify - the crewmate’s vision is lower than the imposters have. The kill cooldown is 30 seconds. Voting time is 120 seconds, etc. You can see it on your left. I am starting the game and don’t forget to mute your mics.

Y/N muted her mic as the game started. She was a crewmate. They all were standing around a table. She started to move to the right. That was when she noticed a map on the screen. When she opened it, a blue map appeared with yellow exclamation marks. When she ran to the first room, she noticed a chair was illuminated with yellow colour.

"Alright, asteroids," she mumbled and did the task.

Other players passed her, or stayed near her, even Bucky’s character did. His figure was white. When she moved, he moved with her. “That’s sus,” she commented and moved down the map to find another task. Bucky was still with her until the lights went off.

“Fuck,” she whisper-shouted when the light around her was just a tiny circle. Several figures were around her and a report button appeared. She quickly clicked it.

A board with all the names showed. Wanda and Sam were dead. She quickly unmuted her mic to talk to the rest of the players. “What the fuck was that?”

Tony: Where is the body?

Y/N: Down in the O2 I believe. The lights went off and suddenly, so many people were around me. Just a report button appeared.

Steve: Who was there except you?

Y/N: I saw Bucky, who was following me - by the way, sus, Barnes. You did your asteroids way too quickly.

Bucky: I didn’t have that task, I just wanted to stay with you.

Tony: Sus!

Natasha: Steve and I were in the admin. That fucking card swipe. I failed it like ten times!

Y/N: Anyway, I think I saw Sam, Bruce and Clint with us. Now, Sam is dead.

Clint: What if it’s you?

Y/N: How dare you, Barton?

The time was slowly coming to its end and it was time to vote. Y/N had no idea who did the kill. She quickly voted skip.

Bruce: We can skip because there are still eight of us.

Tony: Banner, sus.

Everyone skipped except Tony, who voted Clint. No one was ejected and the game could continue. They reappeared in the cafeteria around the table. This time, Y/N went down, because her map showed her she had some task there. Again, Bucky followed her. He stayed at the very beginning of the room while she went in and did the card swipe task. She was lucky to finish it on her second try. Once she was finished, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

She moved to the wires task. She heard the door to the cafeteria close. When she cleared the task, Bucky was again with her. Maybe he was just protecting her. She had no idea.

The reactor was called. It was time to fix it. Bucky and Y/N moved through storage, under the electrical where they were met with Natasha, Tony and Bruce. They all moved to the reactor where Vision was. Everyone stacked on the upper reactor while Y/N was down alone. The reactor was saved and a body was reported. Natasha and Steve were killed.

Bucky: What the hell happened? Natasha is dead and there are like four of us.

Y/N: Was that a double kill?

Tony: No, it was only Nat. Captain was killed somewhere else, obviously.

Bruce: Most of us were together except Y/N, Bucky and Clint.

Bucky: Y/N and I were in admin, doing our tasks.

Tony: What about you, Vision?

Vision: I am afraid I was alone most of the time. I did see people on cameras where I spent most of the time this round.

Y/N: Clint, what about you?

Clint: I was in… I don’t know the name but I came from the upper side of the map.

Tony: I saw Steve going the way where medbay is.

Y/N: Barton, you killed Steve!

Clint: No, I didn’t.

Tony: Barton, get out of here.

The voting was quickly coming to its end and almost everyone voted. Clint was the last one. He refused. When the time was up, the gang voted for Clint and he was ejected.

Bucky: That’s what you get.

Y/N: That’s sus.

The game continued and Y/N was almost done with her tasks. Bucky was most of the time with her, again. When the lights went out again, she had decided not to go into the electrical. She didn’t want to die. It had been a long time since something happened. No bodies were reported, the taskbar was almost full. Alone, she quickly ran to the cafeteria and pressed the report button. When the board appeared, Only Bruce, Bucky and her were alive.

Y/N: What?!

Bruce: Bucky, how could you?

Bucky: Honestly, Bruce, I saw you kill Tony. Don’t blame me for this.

Y/N: Oh no.

Bruce: Y/N, please don’t believe him, please. I am not the impostor. I was about to report the body when you hit the emergency button.

Bucky: Wow, you are such a good liar.

Y/N: No, don’t do this to me.

Both of the men voted for each other, leaving her to decide the fate of the game. Who should she vote out? Bucky was with her most of the time and she did not see Bruce a lot. It made sense it was Banner. However, Bucky could be very good at this, using tactics like being in a field.

Bruce: Y/N, you have to vote - vote for him. I am a crewmate. I saw him kill Tony in the lower reactor.

Y/N: I mean, to be honest, Bucky was with me almost the whole game. I don’t think he would be able to do this.

Bruce: No, Y/N, don’t do this. He needed you as an alibi.

Bucky: How the hell would I do that? I was by her side the whole time and did my tasks.

Y/N quickly voted for who she believed was the killer. When the results had shown, she voted for Bruce. For her, it made a lot of sense. How else would Bucky be able to do it? The rest of the team unmuted, screaming her name, laughing and making scenes. After a few seconds, the revelation came - they lost. Bucky was, in fact, the second impostor.

Y/N: I mean, fuck both of you. What the actual fuck. You fucking tricked me!

Tony: Kids calls it marinating.

Bucky: I am sorry, doll. You were the perfect person to stick with.

Y/N: Again, fuck you.

Bucky: You wish.

Sam: Wow, can you feel the sexual tension?

Natasha: Sam, why do you make such stupid comments. You are such an intelligent man.

Y/N changed her colour to Red, taking Wanda’s colour. She didn’t mind because she changed it into yellow. The next few games were funny. Two rounds Tony was an impostor. First with Steve than with Bruce. Two hours later, it was Y/N’s turn and she was paired with Bucky.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled and sighed. This was her moment and she wanted to win, fast. She created a strategy. Before she could play by it, her phone rang. Bucky’s name appeared on her screen. “Yes?”

“Well, what a dream team,” he chuckled. “What is the plan?”

“First two kills, at random. After the first report, we will make a graveyard,” she said. “Honestly, that is going to be quick and funny.”

“Sounds good. Where are you now?” he asked.

She looked at the game and then at a map. “I am in admin, pretending to fail card swipe. I will turn off the lights once someone enters and then vent.”

“I see Sam!”

“Kill him,” she encouraged him and turned off the lights. Vision came into the admin alone.

They both took their opportunity and killed both people. Y/N vented into the cafeteria and went to weapons and Bucky quickly went into the comms, pretending to do a task. A few moments later, Sam’s body was reported.

Natasha: Where is the body?

Wanda: Between O2 and shields. I think that is shields.

Steve: Any suspicions?

Y/N: I was passing by the cafeteria from medbay. When the lights were off, no one was around me.

Tony: Bruce and I were in the reactor, doing the Simon says a thing. And I will fucking kill you for the report because now I have to do it again.

Clint: Barnes, where were you?

Bucky: On my way to storage. Did my quick task in coms.

Bruce: So, no one is suspicious?

Natasha: Honestly, we can skip. There are still eight of us.

They all agreed and skipped voting. No one was ejected. When Y/N muted her mic, she went back to the call she had with Bucky. They both were laughing about the situation. “It’s a graveyard time.”

“Where should we do it?” Bucky asked.

“Reactor. After the first two kills, we will call the O2. During it, someone will come, searching for a body.”

They both ran together into the reactor. Wanda was following them. She was about to become their first victim. After they arrived at the reactor, Bruce was also there, working on his Simon says. Their kill cooldown was almost at the end.

“Come on, Buck, now!”

Simultaneously, they killed Bruce and Wanda. Y/N waited almost ten seconds and called the O2 as she mentioned. Bucky quickly closed the doors around them, to slow them down. Their kill cooldown took thirty seconds and they needed time.

The O2 was called off. They noticed the door around them opening and Tony was the first one approaching them. He reached the reactor and Bucky killed him. “One more and we win.”

“We have to hope someone else will come, otherwise they will call the button,” she explained.

They were lucky. Steve and Natasha were on their way. Y/N quickly approached them and killed Steve. With that kill, the game was over and the impostors, Y/N and Bucky, won.

Clint: What the fuck?

Natasha: How did you do that?

Tony: They did a graveyard!

Sam: Fuck you, Barnes, for killing me.

Bucky: It was my pleasure.

Y/N: Oh my god, this was hilarious. Oh, my favourite round of all we played today.

Bucky: Same.

Tony: Want another game?

Y/N: No, I want to take a break and make something to eat. We have been playing for hours. Let’s play tomorrow.

Natasha: You are right. I need to take a nap after this.

Steve: It’s almost seven.

Natasha: My nap will take until tomorrow morning.

Y/N’s phone beeped. She looked at the screen again. There was a text from the other impostor. Can I come over and watch a movie with you? It made her smile.

Only if it involves the good popcorn you make and some kisses - she replied. They had been dating for over a month and things were going great. The team had their suspicions but they had decided not to meddle in their private life. Steve was happy and Tony was overly protective of Y/N but didn’t say a word.

Y/N: I have to go. I am going to watch a movie.

Clint: Oh yeah? Can I join?

Y/N: No, I would like to enjoy it alone.

Nat: Huh, that’s sus.

Y/N: What is sus about it?

Nat: Watching a movie, alone. Why would you want to watch it alone?

Y/N: Because no one is making stupid comments during the movie I want to watch.

Tony: Red, sus.

Y/N: Alright, bye-bye friends.

She ended the call and put her laptop on the night table. Rolling her eyes, she made her bed and went to the bathroom. Bucky would come any minute and she wanted to set the place.

Who would have known this game would bring the whole team together?

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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Three’s company

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x female!Reader

Word count: God knows like 4000

Warning: NSFW 18+ lots of smut, read at your own risk. Really bad smut writing.

Prompt 14, 30: “If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work” “Come on now dear, Let’s not torture her any longer” - Poly

A/N: For Vee, I love you and I hope you enjoy! I’ve scrapped this about six times and I still have a love/hate relationship with it. Also feel honoured because this is my first smut fic ever never mind Poly, please be gentle with me lmao. 😂

Thank you @lesbian-deadpool for reading over this and giving me your seal of approval, you the best sister in law ever. What would my gal do without you @missmonsters2 lol 😂x

Tags: @imnotasuperhero @j-does-life @the-enamorando-deity

I do not own these gifs!🖤

Prompts 14, 30

Have you ever been in love?

Have you ever been in love with two people at once? Or better yet, in love with two people who are also in an established relationship.

Because I have.

I continue to you scribble my thoughts onto the blank page of my diary needing to express my thoughts and feelings somewhere, like a dirty little secret.

A loud knock at my bedroom door interrupts my train of thought as I quickly close my secrets away and scramble to hide it in my desk draw. I turn around to see blonde hair and blue eyes peeking through the gap of the door.

"Hey Y/N just letting you know movie night is starting in half an hour and I don't want another excuse as to why you can't come. You've been locked up in your room almost the entire week. We're worried." Steve asks warmly, ever the mother hen of the group.

"I'm fine Steve I've just been busy with mission reports and making sure the new shield recruits are settling in. You know how daunting it can be, especially when Sam, Clint and Bucky think it's funny to mess with them on their first week. I promise I'll come down" I reassure him, and he almost believes me.

"Okay I'll bite but just know I'm here if you wanna talk about it. I haven't mentioned it to them that I saw you sneaking out of their room last week" he says sympathetically.

That's when this whole thing started. Once I became a regular member of the Avengers initiative, it meant spending a lot of time with the team. Nat and Wanda had welcomed me with open arms being the only two regular females of the group. It started off with small subtle brushes of their fingers against my hand when they walked pass or passing things to each other in the kitchen, their fingertips just lingering a little longer. Of course, every time this would happen I would be a blundering mess but they seemed unfazed by the waves of electricity between us every time, until those subtle hints turned a little more bolder.

Three weeks ago

Walking through the private area of the compound, I rub my tried eyes and roll my shoulders trying to ease the tension in my muscles. I shuffle towards the living room area hoping to catch up on some reading needing some peace. The open windows and the dark grey Italia corner sofa that faces it gives a lovely view of the trees and forest life that surrounds the hidden compound. In my dazed, tired state I failed to notice the fiery red head sitting lazily on the sofa a Russian novel in hand with a devilish smirk.

"Hey Y/N how was training the newbies?"

I gasp lightly and quickly turn around to face her, my hand hovering over my chest as I clutch my favourite book in the other.

"Jeez Nat, you could warn a woman!"

She laughs quietly.

"You're an avenger Myshka, your eyes should always be open to any possible thing" the words slow and clear, her voice deep laced with flirtation.

I gulp slightly, blushing at the Russian term that I’m always referred to as but never know what it means. I drop my gaze no longer able to look into those green eyes that hold such heat.

"Yeah well I've just spent the last five hours training dumbass's who can't tell the difference between a Fixation Bowie and a SoG Seal Knife, so give me a break" I grumbled, feeling slightly irritated suddenly.

Maybe because she keeps flirting with you and she has a girlfriend.

Nat frowns lightly before sitting up her legs tucked underneath her making available space on the sofa next to her, she pats the space indicating for me to sit with her. I pause for a minute debating whether that would be safe for me to do so, I scan her face and land my eyes onto her perfect full lips stained with red lipstick.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea, I could always read in my room.

But she looks so good sitting there and she smells divine.

The latter thought wins as I tentatively make my way over to her and take a seat, leaving a good gap between us. Nat smiles softly before turning back to her book, making me relax a little.

After a few minutes of us both reading in silence, I feel Nat shift slightly trying to get comfortable. Unfolding her legs from under her she slowly stretches them out over my lap and sighs content with her new position. I tense and look over to her waiting for her to say something, but her head is buried back into her book.

It's okay, you guys are friends. This is what friends do.

Nat shuffles around again before huffing, clearly not comfortable. I can feel her gaze on me from the corner of my eye.

"Myshka, can I lean against you? The corner of this sofa is killing my back and you seem far too comfy" she whines lightly, pouting those cherry red lips. My eyes instantly fall to them again before quickly looking back to her eyes, a glint of knowing lingers slightly in those pretty greens.

She caught you.

"Oh..um yeah sure Natasha" she moves like lightening and curls up into my side, her head leaning against my shoulder, legs draped over me. My eyes widen in fear at the sudden closeness between us and the creaking sound of the floorboards by the doorway announcing another presence.

"Well don't my two favourite girls look comfortable hmm? Mind if I join?" I continue to tense up, eyes moving back and forth between the two of them trying to gauge their reaction, but Nat seems indifferent as she continues to stay close to me still emerged in her book. Wanda makes her way around the room, I'm shocked to see that instead of sitting next to Natasha she stands closely behind us, her hands rest on either side of my shoulders, her thumbs move back and forth along my exposed shoulders as she leans in and whispers "you seem tense fényem (my light), you need to relax. Is Steve giving you a hard time with the new recruits? I'll have a word" her breath softly brushing against my sensitive skin making me shiver.

I shake my head unable to find the words to speak. Wanda hums quietly before releasing her hold on me and moving towards Natasha before letting her lips meet hers in a heated kiss. I try to avert my eyes but it's too late, Nat looks straight at me and winks subtly before going back to her book as Wanda walks away asking if we would like a drink. I shake my head in decline before making up an excuse and sprinting out of there.

Whatever game their playing, I don't want any part of it...

Or maybe I do.

End of flashback

A week later the flirting and teasing had gotten more bolder as the days passed. I found myself being left alone with one of them or both way too often for it to be a convenience. At the end of that week, it was team bonding night in the games room, drinks were poured and before I had time to blink, I could feel soft warm skin against my lips while two pairs of red lips and hands trail along my naked back and shoulders, limbs tangled up in silk sheets.

I woke up in a haze just as the sun met the earth in the distant horizon and vanished out of their room. Leaving an empty gap between them, making my heart shatter. The knocking on my door and the empty threats to come into my room if I didn't speak to them became less and less as the week went on, as if giving up on any attempts to see me.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by two large gentle hands cupping my shoulders; Steve stares at me with concern.

"Come on let's just go down and get the food ready for the movie, okay? You can sit with me if you like, you don't have to talk to them" I nod my head in agreement to his proposition.

"Is there any specific snacks you would like?"

I smirk at that slightly before replying:

"Do we have the big bag of Doritos, Dorito?" Steve rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance.

"Can you and Tony stop it with the Dorito thing? it was one commercial and the money went to a good cause" he moans grumpily before leaving the room and heading back towards the kitchen for the movie night snacks.

I chuckle softly before gathering my thoughts.

Maybe I could make another excuse up for not going.

Knowing I don’t stand a chance against a stubborn Super Soldier I make my way out off my safe space and into the unknown.

Upon arriving in the dimly lit room I scan for a vacant double seat to settle into for the evening, my eyes fall upon the very two people who have been taken over my thoughts and the pages in my diary for last two months; Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda sits comfortably on Natasha's lap her head tilted upward as Nat whispers softly to her while brushing her thumb over Wanda's bare calf making her giggle quietly.

My thoughts overtake me as I think about her thumb brushing against my bare thigh while Wanda whispers sweet nothings into my ear, just like that night...

As if sensing my presence, they both turn and face me, a soft smile playing on both of their lips.

"Hey kotenok, where have you been all week? We've missed you" Nat speaks quietly laced with worry. Wanda's furrowed brow also indicating her agreement.

I blush slightly and clear my dry throat suddenly aware of my daydreaming.

"Sorry...I.. um I had a few mission reports that needed finishing and didn't realise the time. I could do without Steve chewing my ass about neglecting my responsibilities outside of missions" I say impersonating my best Steve Rogers voice, which causing Nat to smirk slightly; amusement in her eyes while Wanda giggles her eyes looking over my shoulder.

"You know Y/N if you actually did do the reports on time, I wouldn't have to keep lecturing you" a deep authority voice says behind me while dangling a bag of Doritos in front of my face. I roll my eyes in good nature before grabbing the offered snack and moving to sit in the empty loveseat by the two women.

"You know there is space on this love machi- I mean love-seat Y/N, all you gotta do is ask" Sam teases a few rows down and winking cheekily, a pillow hits him around the back of the head by Bucky who's sat beside him.

"Please she's way out of your league, fake bird" they both continue to bicker back and forth as I settle onto my own love-seat, wrapping the blanket around me and sighing at the warm feeling surrounding me as I sink into it further.

"Sam's right though Y/N, you don't have to sit by yourself. Come sit with me and Nat there's plenty of room here" Wanda whispers leaning over towards me so no one else can hear, her eyes filled with attentiveness. I gulp and avert my eyes away from her emerald gaze as I pull slightly at the blanket as if trying to form a protective barrier around myself, away from her gaze and the heat behind them.

"Oh um I'm okay I'll stay here. Thank you though" I stutter over my words while trying to build up enough courage to look into her eyes, to show her I'm not affected by the idea of being so close to them both.

"Oh okay.. well if you do get a bit lonely over here, just know the offer is there Myshka" her eyes filled with slight disappointment but doesn't push the offer further and settles back into Natasha. I feel Nat's heated gaze upon me as I try and stay focused on the starting credits of Clint's choice of film.

Halfway through the movie, I can feel my eyelids growing heavy and my vision blurring. Unable to fight the dreamworld any longer I slowly let myself fall into a deep slumber.

"She's so cute when she sleeps, so peaceful"

"Can you imagine how good she would be for us Wanda, how amazing all three of us could be?"

"Nat! This isn't the time; you know the last time we did that with her she pushed us away. Why won't she just talk to us? If she had just stuck around long enou-"

The voices in the room suddenly stop as I feel myself awakening from my deep slumber, I tense slightly suddenly aware that I'm not alone in the room and not in the comfort of the cinema loveseat but in a soft bed that smells just like...

"Hey sleepyhead, look who's finally decided to join the land of the living" Nat murmurs while brushing a stray piece of hair out of my face and behind my ear, I shiver slightly at her touch before scurrying into an upright position, aware that I'm currently not in my own bedroom but in theirs.

"How long was I sleeping for?"

"Only about two hours, we thought it would be best to bring you in here since we need to talk"

I gulp slightly at that.

"Um.. to talk? Could we do this another time? I'm pretty beat from all that writing and working with the recruits, I just want my bed" I try to reason with them but they both fix me with a "don't even try it" look before sitting on either side of me. Wanda grabs hold of my hand and turns my palm upward, she traces her finger around my palm and slowly lifts her eyes to look at me.

"Please Y/N, talk to us. We've been trying to see you all week, but you seem to be avoiding us and Nat doesn't take to well to being ignored" she smirks mischievously at mentioning her girlfriend, who seems to be remaining quiet throughout the exchange.

I look over towards Nat only now taking in how quiet she's been throughout this whole exchange even in the cinema room she spoke less to me than ever before. Her eyes drop down, looking at the silk sheet as her hand brushes softly against along it, her head tilted slightly as if reminiscing.

"We may have gone about it the wrong way myshka, but we care about you.. a lot actually and more than just friends. We can't stop thinking about you but avoiding us after leaving like that... if this is your attempt at pushing us away, it won't work. We...I felt it that night, the way you clung to me as I brought you close to the edge, the softness in your eyes when Wanda held you close afterwards... tell me you don't feel the same way"

I sit gaping at her, lost for words. I feel Wanda's hand squeeze mine gently, comforting me and encouraging me to respond. She leans forward and brushing my hair behind me ear before cupping my face with her hand, her thumb brushing away at the absent small tear on my cheek.

"Shhh lyubov moya, we know, or did you forget that I can read minds" she teases gently trying to ease the tension. She brings her lips to the side of my head and lets them brush gently against my temple before trailing them down to my cheek, leaving small trails of soft kisses. Her lips reach near my mouth before pulling away slightly:

"If you don't want this Y/N we completely understand, just say the words and we'll leave you alone and let you move on-" before she could finish, I lean forward and capture her lips with mine.

"I want this, I've wanted this for a while" before continuing to peck her lips repeatedly. I see Nat from the corner of my eye stand quietly before moving to sit in the armchair opposite the bed watching intently as Wanda pushes me gently so I'm lying flat on my back.

She continues to straddle my waist and slowly unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it apart exposing my bare chest, the cool air hitting my breast making them harden instantly. Wanda hums in delight at the sight, her eyes darkening with a glint of red spiralling underneath her natural colour. She leans her head down towards my neck letting her nose brush lightly down the valley on my breasts barely touching my skin, her eyes lock with mine before looking over her shoulder at Nat who is now undressed from the waist down with the smallest pair of white panties on that barely cover her assets; a dark wet spot appearing indicating to her arousal, as she keeps her legs spread for us to see her hand trails slowly south towards her heat.

"Mmm someone seems to be enjoying our performance, little one. Shall we give her more?" Her hands grip my shorts before pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor before leaving wet kisses from my ankle to inner thigh, tongue swirling and nibbling softly right near my core. I shiver and arch my back basking in the overwhelming feeling of her. She continues to tease me, brushing her nose against my panties before pulling away. I hear the floorboards creak quietly making Nat's movements known, I watch her as she stalks over towards us like a predator after its prey. She squats down so she's eye level with me her fingers grip my chin, making me turn my head to the side: facing her.

"Such a pretty little thing, it would be a shame to put those luscious lips to waste, don't you agree Wanda?" She mocks, her question for the woman between my legs but her eyes stay locked with mine, darker with a glint of mischief.

She moves forward and presses her lips to mine, trailing her tongue along my bottom lip making me gasp. Her tongue battles with my own before I take a hold of her bottom lip between my teeth and tug at it making her moan deep. I shiver slightly and turn my eyes downward towards Wanda who now has my panties in between her teeth as she drags them down slowly almost agonisingly slow her eyes locking with mine. Nat's attention now on my neck sucking gently.

"Oh god"

As soon as she's disposed of my panties her mouth is on me instantly, lapping her tongue over and over again, swirling around my folds before taking my clit into her mouth and sucking hard, making me moan out load.

"She's so wet for us Nat, god I almost forgot how good she tasted"

Nat chuckles softly before removing her panties giving me a great view of her pussy. I lick my lips in anticipation, excited at the thought of having Nat above me with my tongue inside of her. She smirks knowingly before slowly removing her tank top, showing her full breasts and climbing expertly above me so she's facing Wanda her pussy directly in view, dripping wet. I tilt my chin up trying to take a taste, but she hovers higher up away from me making me whine. I'm stopped from reaching any further by Wanda's hand grasping my breast her fingers twisting my nipple slightly as her tongue enters me, making me cry out.

My cries are quickly stop by Nat, who lowers herself enough to let me taste her. I moan at how wet she is...how wet she is for us. The room is filled with low moans and desperate cries of passion as I continue to swirl my tongue around her entrance, Wanda brings her thumb up to my clit and rubs hard circles around the sensitive area making me pull away from Nat slightly, hips bucking wanting more of her.

"Please Wanda, I need you inside me" I say desperately. She chuckles quietly before leaving my heated area and making her way up to my chest taking a nipple into her mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“Come on now, dear. Let’s not torture her any longer” Nat teases from above me her voice breathless.

"I got something much more pleasurable" she smiles wickedly, I watch in astonishment as her eyes turn a blood red but before I could question, I feel a strong wave of pleasure hit my core, Nat and I moaning out in unison.

"Y/N if you don't put that fucking tongue back where it belongs, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week" Nat grumbles through her moans caused by Wanda's magic. I quickly tilt my chin up and plunge my tongue deep into her entrance. My hand desperately reaching for Wanda's pulling her closer. The waves of sensation hitting one after the other, faint sparks of red surrounds us. I feel Nat tense above me, bringing my hand up I gently rub at her clit, bringing her close to orgasm. She cries out before relaxing above me; I lap her up, taking every last drop of her orgasm.

"Wanda you still have too many clothes on" I whine trying to blindly remove her clothes. I feel Nat move from above me and towards Wanda while she continues to tease up and down my body.

"Y/N is right malen'kaya ved'ma (little witch), you are wearing far too many clothes" she says before gliding Wanda's long skirt and panties over her ass and dropping them in a heap on the floor, while she continues to kneel between my legs. I feel Wanda's hot breath hit my core as she gasps at the cool air hitting her warm skin. Her eyes glow a brighter red as Nat traces her finger up and down her folds before finding her entrance and quickening her pace, she leans her body over Wanda, so her lips are close to her ear as they both stare at me.

"Hasn't she been good for us Wanda? I think she deserves an award" Nat whispers voice laced with lust slightly breathless.

That familiar wave of electricity hits through my body to my core making me gasp as Wanda projects her pleasure to me. Being able to be in sync with her body and its reactions to pleasure, mixed with my own need for release, throws me over the edge as I feel the knot in my core relax making me slump against the pillow, Wanda not far behind. She collapses gently on top of me, her head resting against my chest listening to my rapid heartbeat start to slow. Nat moves around the side of the bed grabbing a throw over from the back of the armchair and covering us all up before curling into my side, kissing the top of Wanda's head and my cheek.

"Does this mean you'll consider being with us Y/N, not just the sex but everything else that comes with it" Nat asks almost tentatively, scared of what I might say.

"You guys had me the moment I laid eyes on you"

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda #natasha x wanda x reader #poly #first smut #please be kind #prompt request #imnotasuperhero #lay loves vee #smut fic #marvel

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oopsitsstella · 3 years

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Rivalry on the Racetrack

Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: The MCU (Motorbike Racing AU)

Summary: Sometimes, it can be hard to avoid injuries on a racetrack. Today is one of those days, unfortunately for Steve and Y/N

Warnings: Some angst, Reader gets injured during her motorbike race, talks of injuries

A/N: I know next to nothing about motorbike racing, and I didn’t do the best job at researching. If I get something wrong, please excuse me

‘Back in Black’ by AC/DC was blasting through the speakers of the garage. It had become custom for the team to listen to music, typically older music or rock music, before a race to hype everyone up, and put Y/N’s nerves a bit more at ease.

It didn’t matter how many races she competed in, she would always feel a little anxious before them, so she would always sit down with Natasha before a race, so she could help her relax and focus.

Rhodey and Tony were prepping Y/N’s bike for the upcoming race, Tony also teaching the rookie of the crew, Peter, how to do so, while T’Challa and Vision were double checking that the racer-to-pit comms were working like normal.

The song changed to ‘Jailhouse Rock’ by Elvis Presley, and a smile immediately stretched across Y/N’s face.

“Oh no, she’s daydreaming about the competition again. Someone stop her.” Tony said, briefly looking at the racer.

“She’s in love Tony. Leave her alone.” Natasha reprimanded. “We all know you’re the same with Pepper.” She continued.

Tony grumbled something about that not being the point, before turning back to the red and gold bike in front of him.

“Is Pepper here today?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, she is. Thor and Bruce are coming too.”

“What about your friends Pete?”

“Yeah, they are! MJ texted earlier telling me her and Ned were coming.”

“Good, now you can finally introduce us.” Natasha said, Y/N humming in agreement.

“Rogers.” Y/N greeted while preparing to get onto the race track.

“L/N.” Steve said back. “Prepared to lose again, today?”

“Just because you won last time doesn’t mean you’ll do it again, sweetheart.” Y/N said, and Steve could hear her smirk through her helmet.

Said helmet was mostly red, with yellow accents on either side of the head, and a dark visor. Her racing suit was also red and yellow, along with a few black accents. This made her light blue number 12 patch stand out among the sunset colors in her suit.

Meanwhile Steve’s helmet was completely navy blue, while his suit had a couple accents of red and white, and his number 4 patch was black over white.

“I have confidence in myself today.” Steve said, making Y/N scoff out a laugh.

“Last time you said that, I beat you by a lot.” She told him frankly, before getting herself and her bike to the starting line. “And I do believe I’m in the lead for most wins this season so far.”

“For now, sweetheart. For now.”

Steve had crossed the finish line. He’d won the race, and despite the adrenaline in his veins going crazy, he quickly picked up on the fact that Y/N had not yet. She was almost always close behind him to cross, and vice versa when she came first. The second thing he noticed was that Y/N’s pit was empty. Tony, Nat, T’Challa, no one was there. His eyes flicked around, and landed on the jumbo screen,and his heart stopped. The screen was showing a part of the race track, there was an ambulance, paramedics, and a crashed bike.

A red and yellow bike.

The text that showed up on the screen confirmed his fear. Y/N had crashed. Steve quickly made his way to his pit to see if his crew saw what happened.

“It looked like she lost control of her bike.” Wanda said shakely.

“She didn’t get up after it stopped, so I’m guessing she was knocked out.” Sam said.

“Oh god.” Steve sat down on a chair, feeling like he might collapse if he didn’t.

“Heard anything from the others?”

“Not yet.” Scott said. “A car came and picked them up almost straight away, probably to take them to whatever hospital they’re taking Y/N to.”

“I texted Vis, asked him to let us know when they get to the hospital, but he hasn’t texted yet.” Wanda said.

A couple minutes passed, before there was a ding form Wanda’s phone, and one from Steve’s. Tony had texted him, telling him Y/N was being seen by Doctors Strange and Cho, the two doctors the two crews knew the best and trusted the most.”

“Her doctors are Stephen and Helen.” He told the group.

“Alright. Should we get going?” Bucky asked, and the team left the racing course to head to the hospital.

“Hey, you’re here.” Tony said when they arrived.

Him and the rest of the group were seated in the waiting room, presumably waiting for the verdict on Y/N’s condition.

“We’re here, sorry it took a while, traffic was bad.”

“You’re here, that’s what’s important.” Nat said. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m in disbelief, I feel like.” Steve said, taking a seat next to Tony.

“It’s understandable. I think we all are.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Y/N’s too tough for this to get her down completely.” T’Challa said, earning nods of agreement from the rest.

At that moment, Stephen and Helen entered the waiting room, and Steve immediately stood up.

“She’s fine.” Helen said. “We’ve seen her in worse condition. She got lucky.”

“She has a few cracked ribs, a broken arm, and a possible concussion, but we can’t know that for certain until she wakes up, but other than that she’s okay.” Stephen said. “She’s asleep right now, she should wake up within the hour.”

“She’ll need time to recover, naturally, and most likely some time off from racing after she’s recovered, but we’ll see how long that break will last once she’s properly healed.”

“Can we see her?” Peter asked the two doctors.

“Of course.”

Y/N slowly started to come to. She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel a pounding in her head, and an ache in her left arm and her torso. She could also hear a faint sound of music. She slowly peeled her eyes open, and was met with a white ceiling and harsh lights, making her shut her eyes again. It was then she picked up on what the music was. ‘Jailhouse Rock’ by Elvis Presley. She could also pick up on a feeling in her right hand, like someone was holding it. She turned her head to see, and saw Steve sat on a chair next to her bed. His eyes were locked on his phone, seemingly texting someone.

“Hey.” She said, her voice coming out slightly hoarse, and Steve’s head shot up.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.” He said, pulling his chair closer to the bed and gripping her hand tighter. “You scared me out there, babe.”

“What happened?” She asked, and she heard the door open.

“You got into a crash on the race track.” Stephen said, entering the room. “Lost control of your bike. Good to see you awake, how do you feel?”

“My heads pounding a little.” Y/N sighed. “And my arm hurts. Same with my torso, guessing that’s something with my ribs?”

“It is indeed. A couple cracked ribs, a broken arm, and based on the pounding head, and the fact that you crashed your bike, I’d say you probably have a concussion.” Stephen said.” Helen and I are going to run some tests, and then you should be good to go home.”

“How’re you feeling?” Steve asked quietly, rubbing his thumb across Y/N’s shoulder.

It was much later that day, the sunset was painting the sky yellow and pink, and golden sunlight was streaming into their bedroom through the large windows.

“I’ve been worse. Arm hurts a little bit, still, but it’s fine.”

“You’ll tell me if somethings wrong, right?” He questioned.

“Of course.” Y/N assured him, smiling up at him. “Oh, nice song choice earlier, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you.” Steve chuckled. “I had it on a loop, I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“Of course I would. It’s our song.”

“You think we’ll dance to that at our wedding?”

“Calm down there, mister, you need to propose first for that to happen.” Y/N teased.

“Stop it.” He laughed in response.

He laid her flat on the bed and placed his arms either side of her, lifting himself up and looking down at her.

“I think it would be a pretty good first dance song.” He said, still smiling.

“You won’t have to convince me. I’m all for it.” Y/N replied, and wrapped her right arm around his shoulders. “I do believe I still owe you a kiss, though. You did beat me in the race.”

“Well then, I would love to claim my prize.”

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americasass91 · 3 years

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Is there a chance you can do my request. It’s the stucky fic I suggested earlier, though if you struggle you can make it Steve and reader. I would send the whole request again, but I can’t copy it sorry. Thanks!

Here’s the original request:

So here is my first ever Stucky fic! I’m sorry this took me a little longer than normal. I’m extremely nervous to post it. Only because I want to do Stucky justice! I hope it was what you had in mind with your request! I did go smutty with it. Not as smutty as I normally do. But as smutty as I was comfortable with going. Anyway thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Explicit of course

Words:2.6k

Warnings: smut, hand job, oral, male/male, Steve being cocky

Hidden Feelings

Saturdays should be for sleeping in or being a lazy bum on the couch. The day to relax after a long ass week.

They should not be for working out.

God Bucky hated working out. But he especially hated it on Saturdays. Which is why he was laying in bed, contemplating just staying there. The only reason he even agreed is because Steve had asked him and well he can’t really say no to Steve.

Steve.

Steve with his stupid, perfect blonde hair. And his stupid ocean eyes. And his stupid bulging biceps. And his stupid sculpted torso. And his stupid thick thighs that Bucky just wanted to bite-

Whoa.

Wait.

When did Bucky start feeling that way about his best friend? Sure he had always thought Steve was attractive but feeling anything sexual towards him was new. Bucky had always thought himself as straight. But judging from the bulge in his pajama pants, that may not be the case.

Bucky shook his head to clear it of the inappropriate thoughts he was having for the blonde super soldier. He just hasn’t been laid in awhile. Yeah, that must be it. He’d have to fix that soon.

He decided to finally get out of bed and get dressed for the gym. Maybe a good, hard workout will help clear his head.

The first thing Bucky did when getting to the gym was look for Steve. After all, he did invite him to workout. Yeah, that’s why he was looking for him. Not to gaze at his handsome face. Nope.

It didn’t take him long to spot him at all. And when he did, he could feel his blood start to boil.

There he was on the pull-up bars doing one armed pull-ups. That’s not what had Bucky so upset. No, it was the fact that there were at least 4 female agents crowded around the bars. They were all trying to chat with Steve who Bucky could tell was just eating the attention up.

After a few more sets, Steve hopped down in front of the waiting ladies. They were so obviously swooning over him. He just smiled and ran his hand through his hair while one of the girls had the audacity to squeeze his bicep.

That was it. Bucky couldn’t stand to look anymore. He grabbed a water from the fridge and hurried to the other side of the gym where the weights were. He needed to lose himself in a workout, get out of his head.

He had just laid down on the bench press when Steve appeared before him.

“Hey, Buck! Thanks for joining me today! I know you like to sleep in but it’s just nice to have someone to workout with.” Steve headed over to the bench press right beside Bucky. He started adding weights to the barbell.

Bucky couldn’t help the roll of his eyes as he glanced back over to the group of girls who were slowly making their way towards them. “Yeah, looks like you would’ve been real lonely without me.”

Steve follows Bucky’s gaze and chuckles. “Yeah, they can’t resist me. What can I say? They like the muscles. Can’t say I blame them” He flexes to make them even more prominent. Bucky was doing his best not to look. He didn’t need to get a boner right now.

He scoffed. “Okay. Whatever you say, punk.”

Steve gets all of his weights added and sits down on the bench. He slaps Bucky’s shoulder. “You know they want to go out sometime. I bet I can talk one of them into going out with you. We could double. It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten laid. I don’t think we’d have to convince them much.”

Bucky grabs the barbell and lifts it up to begin his reps. “No thanks. I’m not into shallow women. And besides. They all seem to want you.”

Steve chuckles. “I know! Isn’t that great?”

Bucky finishes his first rep and puts the barbell back in place and sits up to face Steve. “Yeah I guess it is. But there’s no reason to be a brat about it.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Did you just call me a brat?”

Bucky takes a swig of water and lays back down. “Well yeah. I couldn’t think of a better word.” He lifts the bar once again and begins his next rep. Just as he’s finishing it up, he hears giggling next to him.

He puts the bar back into place and looks over to see Steve doing his own reps, surrounded by the same 4 women who were watching him do pull-ups.

“Wow Steve. You’re so strong! I bet you could do reps with me.” One of them said in a sickenly sweet voice.

Steve sat up and smirked. “Oh that’d be too easy, doll.” He leans forward and grabs the girl and lifts her up so she’s perched on his shoulder. “You weigh practically nothing. It wouldn’t even be a challenge for me.”

She giggles as he puts her back down. Bucky can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be manhandled like that by Steve. Shit. He needs to stop with those thoughts. He could feel his cock stir. Okay. Unsexy thoughts.

Um. Tony’s boring team meetings. Sam talking about how cool his wings are. Nat attempting baking. Steve’s ass in his uniform. Fuck! No! Bruce talking about chemistry and physics. Wanda attempt- Bucky’s train of thought gets interrupted by loud squeals.

He looks over just in time to see Steve removing his shirt. “It really does give me more range of motion to workout shirtless. Thanks for the suggestion ladies! Now who am I lifting next?”

One of the girls points at Bucky. “Why don’t you bench press him? I bet his metal arm will make it a little difficult.”

Steve looks over at Bucky who is already shaking his head no. “Oh, come on Buck! Just let me prove these lovely ladies right.” He gives Bucky a hopeful look. Fuck. He can’t resist those eyes.

“Okay, fine. But only a few!”

Steve winks at him. “Okay I’ll lay down on the bench and you lean backwards towards me. I’ll place one hand between your shoulder blades and the other on your left upper thigh. Cool?”

Bucky had to stop the shiver that was trying to wrack his body at the thought of Steve’s hand anywhere near his thighs. “Whatever man. Can we just hurry it up? I need to get back to my reps.” He was trying his best to act annoyed to push down his arousal.

Steve claps his hands together and turns toward the girls. “Okay ladies, you’re gonna have to count for me!” He winks at one and sends them into a fit of giggles. Bucky can’t stop the eye roll this time.

Steve lays down on the bench and holds his hands up, waiting for Bucky.

Bucky starts taking deep breaths as he leans back. Goosebumps erupt down his arms when he feels Steve’s hand on his back. Before he even has time to enjoy his touch, he feels his hand grip the back of his left thigh and lift him into the air.

Bucky can feel his cock twitch. Fuck. He needs to think of something else. He starts going through the list of people killed on Game of Thrones when Steve starts his reps.

Jesus Christ. Bucky makes the mistake and looks towards the mirrors behind them and he gets mesmerized by Steve’s biceps. They were really bulging now. Every vein was popped out and on display. All Bucky wanted to do was follow them with his tongue. Fuck. He was starting to get hard.

Luckily this is when Steve decides he’s shown off enough and sets Bucky back down.

“Alright ladies! So how many di-“ Bucky doesn’t even hear the rest of what Steve says. He just takes off towards the locker room. He couldn’t stop all the blood rushing south this time even if he wanted to. As he opens the door, he vaguely hears Steve calling after him.

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Finally Bucky is alone in the shower and can take care of his problem.

He turns on the water to a warm temperature and steps under. He hangs his head down and looks at his betraying, hard cock. He didn’t want to have these feelings towards Steve. He knew they’d never, ever be reciprocated. He had to figure out a way to suppress his feelings.

He places his metal hand on the wall and grips the base of his cock with his right. He hisses at the contact. He’s never been this hard in his life. He starts off with slow strokes, tightening his grip just like he likes it.

He doesn’t hear the approachI get footsteps as he starts to speed up his strokes.

“Need some help there, punk?”

Bucky freezes and whips his head towards the voice he’d know anywhere.

Steve is standing there in all his naked glory, cockily smirking at Bucky. His blue eyes are trained on Bucky’s hand that’s still stroking his cock.

Bucky can’t help his own gaze as it lowers down Steve’s body. God damn is he beautiful. He gulps as his eyes take in the cock between Steve’s legs. Not only is it big, but it’s rock hard and seems to be pointing directly at him. He carefully moves his gaze back up and locks eyes with Steve. “Those girls got you really worked up, huh?”

Steve smirks again and saunters slowly towards Bucky. He stops in front of him. “Nope.”

Bucky furrows his brows. “Then what has you all worked up, Steve?”

Steve lifts his hand and tucks a piece of hair behind Bucky’s ear. “You, handsome. Nobody can get me as hard as you can.”

Now Bucky is really confused. Steve has never given any hints about being sexually interested in Bucky ever. He knew Steve had even slept around with a few of the female agents. The confusion must be showing on Bucky’s face.

“I’ve been trying to avoid it, Buck. But I just can’t hide it anymore. I’m attracted to you. Always have been. Even when I was just a little, asthmatic shrimp. Now..” His gaze lowers to his fisted erection once again. “Is that for me? If not, I’ll leave and we can pretend this conversation never happened. If it is, then I’d love nothing more than to help you with it.”

Bucky only has to think for 3 seconds. He nods his head. “Yes, it’s for you.”

Steve grips the back of Bucky’s neck and pulls him in for a heated kiss. Bucky pushed his body against Steve’s and both men let out a groan when their cocks brush against each other.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to jerk you off until you’re coming all over me. Then we’re going back to my room to….explore this further. Got it?”

Jesus. Bucky liked bossy Steve. He just nodded his head.

Steve removed Bucky’s hand that was still fisted around his cock. He replaced it with his own. He gives Bucky a few experimental strokes before Bucky groans out,”harder.”

Steve grips his hand harder around the aching cock and speeds up his strokes. Bucky goes to grab for Steve’s cock but his hand gets slapped away. “No. Right now is about you, handsome. Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

Bucky decides to listen to him. He braces his hands on Steve’s shoulders and leans his head back with his eyes closed.

Steve takes this opportunity to attach his lips to Bucky’s neck. He needs to mark him as his. Bucky must be enjoying it if the little groans escaping his mouth are anything to go by.

Steve tightens his grip and speeds up his strokes even more. He looks down at Bucky’s cock. It was thick. It was leaking so much pre-cum. Steve knew Bucky had to be close. He all of a sudden needed him in his mouth.

He removes his hand from Bucky and lowers himself to his knees. Bucky raises his head in confusion and almost comes at the sight of Steve on his knees before him.

“What are you doing, Stevie?”

Steve grips Bucky’s cock and looks up at him. “Needed to taste you big guy. Need to feel your cum sliding down my throat.”

Fuck. If Bucky wasn’t close to cumming before, he sure as hell was now!

“Fuck, Steve. I’m not gonna last long.”

Steve just shrugs and sucks Bucky’s tip into his mouth. Bucky grips Steve’s shoulders again and throws his head back in ecstasy. Nobody has ever made him feel this good, ever.

Steve does his best to take all of Bucky into his mouth. He gags a little as the tip hits the back of his throat. “So fucking pretty choking on my fat cock.” He feels Bucky’s right hand thread through his hair and tug. He lets a groan of his own slip out.

His left hand travels down and he starts stroking his own cock.

He feels Bucky’s cock starting to swell. He knows he’s close. Steve swallows Bucky’s cock all the way down again, this time hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the way down. He then takes his free hand and gives a tug to Bucky’s balls.

That’s all Bucky needed. He throws his head back and shouts Steve’s name into the room. Steve quickly raises his gaze to Bucky as he feels his cum shooting down the back of his throat. He does his best to swallow it. The sight of Bucky in a state of pure euphoria sends Steve into his own orgasm. He cums all over the floor of the shower.

He removes his mouth from Bucky and continues licking him clean. Bucky finally gets his breathing under control and lifts Steve to pull him into a kiss. Bucky groans at the taste of his own orgasm on Steve’s lips.

Steve pulls back and cups Bucky’s cheek. “Are you ready to wake up now, punk?”

Bucky furrows his brows. “What?”

Steve smiles at him. “I said are you ready to wake up now?”

Bucky jolts awake at the feel of someone smacking his shoulder.

He sits up quickly and his gaze falls on Steve’s smiling form. “You alright, Buck? I was worried when you didn’t meet me in the gym this morning. You never sleep in this late.”

Bucky runs his mental hand through his hair. It had been a dream. Fuck.

Steve looks down at the floor as his face turns red. “I realize now that I must’ve interrupted a good dream. You were, uh, moaning in your sleep.”

Oh, fuck. Bucky hoped he didn’t moan Steve’s name. He makes eye contact with him. “Yeah. I, uh, was having a dream about that new girl down at the coffee shop.”

Steve raises his head and smiles. “Oh, man. She’s gorgeous! You should ask her out! If she got you that worked up in a dream...imagine what she could do in real life.”

Bucky looks down at his lap and smiles sadly. Steve was never going to want him in the same way. He might as well forget it. He couldn’t get that lucky.

“That’s a great idea, punk. Sorry for missing the workout. But will you wait for me in the living room while I get ready? I’ll need my wingman if I’m going to ask out a pretty girl.” He gives Steve what he hopes is a convincing smile.

Steve returns the smile. “Of course! Maybe she has a cute friend for me.” He winks at Bucky and heads into the living room.

Bucky sits there for a second and allows one tear to escape. He hated having hidden feelings about his best friend.

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olivarryprompts · 3 years

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Fanfic Friday #10

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I will post a new fanfic here and on A03. Enjoy x

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{peter stark and a no good very bad day}

Ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Steve Rogers & Peter Stark

Warnings: swearing, fluff otherwise :)

Wc: 3,984

Today, everything had gone wrong. He stayed up way past his bedtime the previous night and had gotten barely three hours of sleep by the time he arrived at school. He forgot his Spanish homework in the lab and that was the one grade he needed to pull from an A- to an A. He chugged a couple shots of espresso, and his usual store on the walk to school was closed. Meaning he had no redbull to sustain him through his classes.

Also, guess which class was straight bangout first, Spanish. So he hadn't done the homework and had no time to do it. Great. Fortunately, he made it through first period Spanish, only getting slightly scolded for not handing in the assignment. Then he had a break, and the kid desperately needed a pick me up coffee and muffin. He went to the closest cafe, one he’d come to love, only to find the whole football team there. Which would have been fine, if he wasn’t so goddamn awkward. He stood there for a solid five minutes before he asked the jock in his way to move so he could order.

Then, when the kid did get to ordering they ran out of fuckin chocolate muffins. What kinda cafe runs out of chocolate muffins at ten am? This one apparently. So coffee and blueberry muffin in hand, he headed back to the student lounge to get some work done.

The next portion of his day went as planned, a welcomed change of pace. Well Flash was a bitch, but what was new there. And his senses were through the roof. But other than that. That was all until the last period. To start, he got a text from his boyfriend, explaining that he’d no longer be arriving this Friday, but instead the following Saturday. Peter wanted to cry. He missed his boy. Leaving Harley on read, he tried to focus on chemistry, but he’d done the stuff they were going over about 100 times with Dr. Banner. He zoned out the entire class.

Finally, the bell rang and put him out of his misery. He quickly texted Ned asking if he was coming in the following day. He had been sick that day. He went to leave, but the class was stopped by the announcement of a test and more homework. For fuck sake.

He did get out, though. And he got straight in the car, barely pausing to say hello to Happy. Noticing the boy's unusual quiet, he didn’t press for more details about Peter’s day. Happy, though he’d never say it, enjoyed hearing about the kids day. He had come to really care for Peter, and his accomplishments made the older man happy. Ironic, he knew.

They had arrived at the tower in almost record time, and Peter was glad to have avoided extra time in the car. What he really craved was a couple hugs from his dads, a chat with his boyfriend, and to get through the stack of busy work that weighed him down.

Happy went round to the private entrance, wished the kid a good day, and headed off to some other errand. Peter exited, scanning his pass at security and being recognized and let through by Friday. So, he’d finally made it upstairs and there the sofa was, filled with a few avengers. Luckily his parents were among them. The two were sitting close to each other, as normal.

Peter simply put his head in his pops lap, and he laid his feet on his dad. Neither Steve nor Tony said anything, but they gave each other the look. Steve ran his hands through his son’s hair lovingly. “Pete?” Tony asked, “What happened kid?” “Nothin’” Peter replied, still buried in his Pop’s lap. “You sure about that?” Steve pressed. “Just a bad day,” Peter mumbled. “What happened паук?” Nat spoke up. She is very protective of Peter. “What didn’t happen?” he sighed dramatically. “Well you mope for as long as you like, Pete,” Tony joked. “Thanks dad,” he said, closing his eyes again in search of sleep. “Teenagers I tell you,” Clint said, rolling his eyes. “Fuck you Barton,” Peter mumbled before falling asleep properly. “He really is your child, Tones,” Clint laughed. “Hey Peter just said a bad language word,” Nat remarked. “God I hate all of you,” his Pops groaned. Then Peter fell into peaceful, safe sleep.

“Pete?” his Pops said, entering his room. He moved around, noticing he’d been moved from the sofa to his own room. He groaned. “Hello to you too.” “Yes, Hi, father, Captain America, Leader of the Avengers, Man of Strengt-” “Ok relax,” Cap rolled his eyes. Peter sat up, smirking. “Wanna tell me what actually happened today?” “J-just everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong.” “Did that start with you staying in the lab way past a normal sleeping time?” “Perhaps. How did you kn-” “You are aware that your dad designed that whole lab situation, right?” “Fair enough.” “Do we have to initiate Insomnia protocol again?” “God no, it was one night.” “Promise.” “Swear. Just an awful day. Spidey senses all acting up, being annoying, no chocolate muffins. Speaking of which, can I have the day off tomorrow? I have basically no classes.” (he wasn’t sure why, but all but one of his classes were cancelled.) Steve thought for a moment. He knew the kid had been through a lot always, and a day off never hurt anyone. Also, he was far too smart to be there anyway. “Yeah. Let me just double check with Dad, okay?” “Thanks.” “We’re eating dinner now so get cleaned up?” “Yep. Coming.”

The next day

Peter awoke at 10 with a smile on his face. He’d peacefully regained energy. He’d finished his school work the previous night, and he was happy to just relax for a day. He pulled on some SI sweatpants and a hoodie he’d stolen from Harley awhile back.

“Hey parentals,” he greeted, still holding his smile. “Morning,” his Pops said as he cooked breakfast. “Morning? Is it already?” I bet you can guess who that came from. “Tones,” Steve said, voice full of its normal concern. Peter just laughed, taking a stool at the bar. “What? I’m fine. I’m having fun.” “You promised you’d at least take a nap.” “Oops,” he smiled, heading back in the direction of the lab. “You’re a great role model to our son!” “You really are dad!” Peter added. “Love you both dearly.” Steve rolled his eyes and Peter chuckled. “Where’s the rest of the team?” Peter inquired. He’d come to realize that saying team was easier than naming all the residents of the tower. “Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Pietro are training. Thor and Loki went back to Asgard last night, and Bruce is in his lab.” “Oh, Loki didn’t tell me he was going back.” “Some emergency. Sorry kid.” “Yeah, i-it’s fine.” “He told me to assure you they’d be back soon.” “Good.” “Keaner getting here soon?” “Nah coming tomorrow now. Something about something, I don’t really know.” “Ok. Made grilled cheeses and tomato soups. It's almost done,” Steve offered. “Thanks,” Peter said. “What’s with Loki leaving that's got you so down?” “I just miss him a lot.” Steve knew that his Kid and loki had come to get on surprisingly well. They were as close as he and Nat. Not even Clint had managed to get that close.

Peter practically inhaled a couple of sandwiches. “I’m going to go work with Dad.” “Have fun!” “I will.” “Love you.” “Love you, too.” He sped down to the lab, where he could hear his Dad’s ACDC blasting as usual. “Heyo, what you working on?” “The suit nanotech. Wanna give your old man a hand?” “Always. Bring up the blueprints. What adjustments have you made so far? “Just the molecule distance and expansion weight. Trying to help stabilize the structure.” “What about the build construction stacking?” So they dove into work, Peter easily keeping up with the genius.

“Nicely done, getting too smart for me. What are you even doing in high school?” “Being bored and failing my humanities classes.” “You're not actually failing your classes are you? Grades are not everything bu-” “Relax father, I’m doing well in all my classes.” “I should probably know that. In fact I’ll actually show up to your next parent teacher conference.” ��Please don’t,” Peter smiled. His father was generally very embarrassing. “Friday, make sure I’m at the kid’s next conference?” “Reminder set.” “Thanks, Fri.” “Anytime boss.” “God Fri please remind me to not show up for my next conference.” “Heyyyy,” Tony said, faking offence. “Dad, you can be very overbearing.” “I know, but-” “No.” “Fine, guess I’m not coming. Trying to be a good father and parenthood isn’t for me.” “I beg to differ,” Steve said, coming in to check on us, “realise you're no match for Peter’s intelligence yet?” “No fucking way. I’m a genius. Many PHDs. Kid hasn’t even finished high school, plus he has an A- in Spanish,” Tony laughed. “How did you-,” Peter rolled his eyes. “Friday just sent them to me.” “You’re awful.” “Hey watch it, MIT is still your dream school?” “I fucking hate you so much,” Peter really did loved this kind of banter with his father. “Maybe I do agree that parenthood isn’t for you, love.” “Capsical, you are a traitor. You’re supposed to always be on my side.” Steve kissed Tony’s cheek and ruffled Peter’s hair before saying, “Pepper needs you. Something about important business.” “Really important?” “She says if you don’t come she’ll lock you out of the company.” “That important then. Fri, tell Pepper that I’m coming.” “She has been notified, sir.” “Thank you. Bye then, Peter don’t fuck anything up.” “The same to you Mr. Stark.” Tony left the lab with a chuckle. “You two will be the death of me.” “Almost certainly.” “You staying in here?” “Nah, I have some projects in my lab waiting for me.” “You know your dad was joking about the grades right? Because grades really don’t mean anything, and they don’t define you. Nor does your intelligence. You are so much more than all that. And all these suits and mechanicy genius things-” “Pops. I’m fine. I know,” he smiled at his dad. “I just read in this parenting book that something smart or gifted kids can feel like th-” “Pops, you and dad are the best parents a kid could ask for. Stop worrying too much or you’ll turn grey like dad.” Captain America just smiled at his kid because he was the best. “Right. Good. Have fun.” “Will do.”

He messed with the design for the 100th millionth time but he couldn't get the vibrainim to synthesize with the web fluid. “Fri, get me another cup of coffee, please.” “For fuck sake, why isn’t this working,” he said to himself. He began to mess with the 3d hologram again. He typed in Mock 32 for the design and started trying again. “Pepper Potts is requesting access to the lab.” “Access granted,” he said to Fri. “Hey Pete, how’s it going?” “Badly, but it's fine. IS THAT COFFEE?” “White mocha latte, triple shot espresso,” She said, placing it down on the desk. “Ok..back up. What do you need?” “What, I can’t just bring my favorite stark a coffee?” “Aren’t you busy?” he asked skeptically. “Yes. Incredibly. So it is a peace offering. I allowed a tour access to this lab to look around, and see what a higher ups lab looks like in action. Fri will hide all of the classified things, and I thought you’d be at school. Tony just told me you weren’t so, here we are.” “He actually showed up to your meeting?” “Yes, and it wasn’t my meeting. He just needed to be there, and I didn't.” “I take your peace offering. It’s fine, I don’t care. So long as they don’t touch my shit.” “Good. Greet them, let them look around. Smile your cute smile. They’ll be up in five.” “FIVE MINUTES?” “Yep. Sorry, Hun, got to run. Thanks.” “You owe me one!”

As promised, the class showed up in five minutes. He was fine with the concept of a class showing up, he was not, however, good with his class showing up. “Is that Penis Parker?” He heard Flash. “Holy hell that is Park?” “IS THAT PETER?” “Did Peter break in?” “How is Peter here?” He couldn’t exactly kick them out. So, embracing his inner Tony Stark charm and Steve Rogers kindness, he opened the lab door, stepping into the corridor.

“EVERYONE PLEASE BACK UP AND BE QUIET!” The tour guild, Aliah, yelled. They were a kind person who Peter knew a bit. The classes quieted down.

“Hello, Aliah.” “Hi Peter,” they greeted, “Sorry, I hadn’t realized you’d be in today. I’ll just take them to our next stop.” “No, no it's fine. If it’s alright, I’ll give them a little tour sorta thing. I don’t mind, plus I kinda promised Pepper.” “That’d be really cool. Thanks.” “Yeah. Call ‘em over.” “Yeah. We’re just waiting on their teacher, he’s in the restroom.” “Course.”

Mr. Harrington showed up, questioning Aliah about the next stop. Then, he saw Peter. “Mr. Parker!” he exclaimed angrily, “How dare you show up here without a permission slip and claiming to be sick. What is this? We will be speaking with the principal and your parents about this! I am so sorry Aliah. Peter shot Aliah the “I got this” look. “Hi Mr. Harrington, I was unwell this morning, but I felt better so I came into work. Yes, I do have an internship here,” he said, loud enough for the class to hear. “The next stop on your tour,” they said, “is to Peter’s lab. He’s been so kind to give us a run-down.” Peter simply point at the door which read “Lab #55: Peter Parker.” “Right, uh, um, sorry Mr. Parker, please let us continue.” Peter smiled through his nerves. “Right, hello there class! I will be giving you a tour of my lab. I do some pretty important work, so I’m going to ask Friday to activate the ‘Guest Protocol’ to hide the classified stuff. It’s also very dangerous, so please do not touch anything.” There were nods from the class. “Right, Fri complete guest protocol and allow tour of Aliah to enter.” “Yes miniboss.” He re-entered his lab. “So, most of the time I work here,” he said, pointing to the biggest holograph table, “I work on designs, changes, and any mockups that need to happen. I then make them a reality. I can also run simulations on any formulas to see if they would be successful.” “Fri, please pull up the WFV project I was just working on for Spiderman.” “Right away mini-boss.” “So as you can see I’m trying to get the vibranium intertwine itself with Spiderman’s web fluid. This would allow the webs to be almost 47 times stronger, and also would allow them to conduct electricity, which has many uses. Anyone have any questions?” Ava raised her hand and Peter nodded at her, “Hey, so how did you learn all this? Like, it seems really complicated and you're in my chem class, so.” “I’ve worked a lot with both Mr. Stark and Bruce Banner, who’ve taught me most of what I know throughout the years. I also took a few online courses to solidify some subject matters I didn’t quite understand,” Peter, satisfied with his answer, asked if anyone else had inquired. “How did you get an internship here?” “Mr. Stark found me on the internet and took a liking to my projects. He met me and decided I’d fit right in here,” Peter explained simply. It was a lie of course, but it functioned as their cover story. “Anyone else? No. Cool, so moving onto some other sections in the lab. Over in that corner are the testing rooms. I have some more equipment scattered around for certain projects or just overall help on making things. Feel free to look around for 5-7 minutes and ask any questions you may have.” Some kid, Peter wasn’t sure of their name, raised his hand. “Why do you have cars in here? Are they yours?” “Some of the cars are mine, courtesy of Mr. Stark, who claims no lab is complete without some collection of cars. I can’t even drive them, to your point, but I guess I will when I’m eighteen. Some of the cars are Mr. Harley Keener’s, who I occasionally share my lab with. He doesn't do Avengers related projects, but he does love to tinker here and there. ‘Specially on the cars. See that red one, yeah he bought it for 5k and fixed it up. It’s actually an electric car, he just likes the old timers look. Guess that’s on him and da-Mr. Stark.”

No one seemed to have any other question, so he allowed them to look around. MJ nor Ned seemed to be in this class. He guessed they were in another group that wasn’t coming up here, or they went to a different location.

The tour went smoothly, and Flash seemed too shocked to say anything. “Peter! Peter!” Bucky came in yelling. Peter ran over to him. “Please keep it down uncle Buck.” “Oh shit your class is here!” “Yes now please don’t embarrass me.” “Won’t do! Just wanted to ask where Loki went.” “Asgard official business,” I said with a frown. “Really? He didn’t say a thing!” “I know.” “That little shit.” Peter laughed alongside Bucky. “Did you need anything else?” “Yeah, my arm's a little fucked up. Need a hand.” “Happy to give it a look. Dad in a meeting?” “To all our shock, yes.” “Ha. Give me a sec to get my class outta here.” Bucky nodded. “Right everyone, thanks for visiting. Please head towards the exit. The lovely Aliah will take you to your next location. They are awesome!” A murmur of “thanks Peter” and “is that the winter soldier” spread through the room. “See ya round,” Aliah said to him personally, “And thanks for this.” “Anytime. Bye!” They smiled a warm smile before leading the class out.

“What’s not working so well?” Peter asked. “Just some tightness in the finger motion. “Alright, okay. Fri, get me an update of the schematics, please.” “Yes, sir.” They appeared on the holographic table Peter was working at. “Right, can I please get a current scan of Uncle Bucky’s arm?” “Yes. Shall I place them next to the schematics?” “Yep. And highlight all differences.” “Yes miniboss.” “You gotta stop with that Fri.” “Name unable to be changed under the authority of Tony Stank, Badass Boss, God of Mischief, and Fiance.” “Glad the whole team is against me living a good life,” Peter remarked with an eye roll. “You drama queen.” “Thanks,” Peter smiled. “You know what’s wrong yet?” Peter opened up the schematics, looking at the highlighted section of the 3d arm model. He didn’t speak for a moment. “So I reckon, you fucked up the wiring and section T4’s minigears. None of the important tech is messed up, it’ll be fine. Maybe a half an hour fix. Max.” “Good, good. Thanks kid,” Bucky said with an appreciative smile. He nodded, disconnecting the arm carefully. He placed it onto his table next to the holographic model. He gave a skeptical look. “Something bad?” “No, no, I was just thinking. Thinking, hmn.” “Care to share with the class?” Buck said with a sense of humor lingering in his voice. “Well, you’re not on mission all that often, and this is quite a bulky arm. Ever think about getting one that’s your skin colour, lighter weight, more, I don’t know, arm like. Less hydra murdery vibes. Help get rid of that, that time.” “I have…” “So can I make it?” Peter said excitedly. “You mean it?” “Of course Uncle Buck! No clue why dad hasn’t offered before!” “Guess he never thought of it. Maybe thought I liked the scary metal thing,” he suggested weakly. “Well that’s stupid,” Peter said casually. Bucky never understood how the kid could be so compassionate so easily. “Thanks. Really.” “No worries. I’ve been looking for a new project to throw myself into. It'll be fun. And as much as I hate to admit it, I need to work on my smaller scale mechanical work.” All Bucky could do was smile his beaming smile. “Bucky!” the voice of the Black Widow shouted. “Hey Nat,” Buck replied. “Wanna train?” she asked. “As much as I want to,” he said, pointing towards the area his arm would have been. “Oh, what happened this time?” “Nothing to major, some gears and wires,” Peter filled it, “Give me twenty minutes I’ll be done.” He’d already opened the arm and gotten to the section where the wires were screwed up. “DAN-E get me the soldering kit, please,” he asked the robot, “Oh and some new T6YU wires. Red and purple.” The robot gave a vaguely human nod. “Right, I'll be waiting. Test the adjustments out on me?” She suggested. “Alright,” Buck said. “Oh and I’m in charge of ordering food. What do you want?” “Burgers?” “You boring, bland little boy,” Nat scolded. “Thai?” Buck requested. They looked over to Peter, “Sure, yeah.” Nat headed out, greeting Tony with a “Hey Stank” on the stairs out of his lab. “Yours is so much smarter than mine, why is yours so much smarter than mine,” Tony fake (real) whined. “I’m the superior mechanic, father, deal with it.” DAN-E, almosting proving his point, dropped the materials on his desk, and he continued to work. “I’m donating DUM-E,” Tony glared at him, “What happened to the arm Buck?” “Stiff fingers isall.” “Oh, ok. Pete, need a hand?” “Nah, I’m good. Not much to do. Some wires got fucked up, just replacing them now. Going to look at the minigears in the palm too, just to make sure the oil regulation and gear’s aren't broken. I think one of the gears is, but it's one of them that's easy to replace,” Peter replied, not looking up from his work. “Right, sounds good. Your pops and I are going out for the night. Be back around 12 let’s say.” “Cool. Can I borrow some vibranium from your lab?” “Sure thing kiddo. Call us if you need anything. Fri, give Peter access to vault B3 in my lab.” “Thanks,” Peter smiled. “Anytime. Good luck with ya know.” “Shouldn’t he ask you what you're going to do with a substance that costs 10,000$ a gram?” “Something about trusting me.” “Parents trust their kids with going out later or or doing their homework not fucking multimillions of dollars.” “Uncle Bucky, my parents are Iron Man and Captain America. There was never a shot at normal.” “Fair enough.”

Peter finished up the adjustment on the arm by changing a gear. “Thanks a lot kid.” “Of course. I’m going to work on your new arm now.” “Alrighty, I’ll get out of your way.” “Oh could you ask Auntie Nat what time she’s ordering dinner for? So I know when to head up, just get Fri to tell me.” “Will do.” “Thanks.”

So Peter was left to making some blueprints and drinking many red bulls. The red bull mini-fridge was actually a gift from Shuri, and his fathers had many words with him about it. He managed to convince them that he should keep it, god knows how. Well, he used the whole Princess of Wakanda and making peace and Stark Industries relationship with Wakandan products and companies as well as international relations and blah blah. It worked, who cares.

After a few hours he was called up for dinner, and he sat there and enjoyed the absolute chaos of his family.

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walkingdaryls · 4 years

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no sunburns

pairing: loki x female!reader

requested: nope!

summary: you and loki spend time together in tony’s beach house during the team’s vacation

—btw, i don’t usually like making giving reader a specific description (so it’s relatable to everyone) but for the sake of this storyline, she’s pale. i’m sorry if this is an inconvenience to anyone :( love u

(obviously: a bit AU. just for funsies...also why does it look like he’s saying “how much do u weigh” in the gif LMAO)

You could tell it was late into the morning by the way the bright sun shined on your face through the large windows. Usually, you’d groan and flip to the other side of the bed and try to dive back into sweet, sweet slumber. But you suddenly remember this wasn’t the Avengers Tower. For the past couple days you’d been on a blissful beach in Hawaii with the rest of the team. Tony was kind enough to offer all of you to stay in his huge beach house, on a completely private beach with a lively city just a ten minute drive away. When people said “paradise”, this is what they meant.

You eagerly stretched, letting a sigh of relief escape from your mouth. As you walked out of your room and into the main area of the house for some coffee, you were suddenly put off by the silence in the house. The only thing that could be heard were the waves crashing outside and birds chirping happily. The past couple mornings would be extremely loud and obnoxious due to the team all eagerly trying to eat breakfast, get their things together, and head to the beach bright and early. And it’d usually end with everyone yelling at Tony for being the last one to get dressed.

“Um, last time I checked: my house. I may get dressed whenever I damn please,” he’d said one day.

The day before, Bucky had accidentally snapped one of the paddle boards in half, causing ruckus throughout the house. That’s what woke you up at 7am.

That was your only issue about this vacation: waking up early. You were known as the “sleepyhead” on the team...always staying up too late and waking up before lunch (on the days you could, obviously). It was planned for everyone to be on the beach early in the morning so the rest of the day could be for having a nice barbecue on the back porch, visiting the town, and then going out at night. If it weren’t for Nat coming to wake you up right after she did, you’d be the last one out the door every morning. Except for today.

You glanced at the vintage clock on the wall.

10:50 am. Your eyebrows furrowed. Was everyone sleeping in today? You didn’t remember Nat coming to wake you up or anything. Weird. You brushed it off, continuing to make your coffee.

“Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” a voice sounded from the living room. You jumped, sighing of relief once you saw the familiar face standing meters away.

Loki wore his usual slight smirk on his face. He was wearing an oversized, dark green button-up shirt with black beach shorts underneath. It was so quite amusing to see Loki dressed in anything other than his usual black suit or his green uniform. Thor practically dragged him on this trip, so the past few days he just wore a sour expression on his face.

“Yep...” You sighed, not knowing exactly how to have a conversation with the man, “Want some coffee?”

“No, thank you. Already had some hours ago. You know, when everyone else woke up.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Wait, where is everyone else? Nat didn’t wake me up.”

Loki walked closer to the kitchen, his hands behind his back all mannerly, “She tried. Twice. You wouldn’t budge. Steve thought it’d be fair to just let you get your sleep for one night.”

“Oh...” You sipped your coffee, “So they all left already?”

“Yes. Probably will not come back for another few hours,” He said simply. You felt quite upset knowing you were missing out, but at the same, a full night’s sleep was nice. Besides, you still had nearly two weeks left of vacation.

“You didn’t want to go with them?” During the three days in Hawaii so far, Loki only joined you and the team twice. One time at the beach, which he only lasted twenty minutes before going back inside to read a book. And the second time, when you all went shopping at a flea market nearby. He joined your meals at the house, obviously, but he didn’t really go out. It upset you. Others might’ve still hated his guts, but you didn’t, and he deserved to enjoy the time off.

“No.”

“Loki, I know you don’t wanna be here, but at least use the free time to your advantage. Once the two weeks are over, it’ll be back to work. Who knows when we’ll get another long vacation, right?”

“You mortals are so obsessed with this so-called vacation. You do realize you could enjoy ‘free time’ whenever you please, right?” He stared at you intensely, and you didn’t like it one bit.

“That’s not really how it works,” You breathed out, “Vacations like this: where I have absolutely zero worries...extremely rare. I’m putting it to good use.”

He chuckled sarcastically, “By sleeping away half of the day?”

You stood there with your eyes narrowed, wanting to slap his amused grin off his face. You and Loki never personally had any issues with each other, but he did get on your goddamn nerves sometimes. It was always sarcastic remarks when sitting across each other from the dinner table. Or smirks from across the gym during training. You’d consider each other friends....but, really odd friends.

“Just for today,” You spit back, “And FYI, I’ll be putting the rest of my day to good use. Until the others get back.”

“How so?”

You gestured to the large glass windows showing off the gorgeous beach just meters away. Loki raised his eyebrows in amusement, humming a quick “ah”.

“You wanna come, too?” You said without even thinking it.

For just a flash of a second, the look in his eyes became just a bit softer. He truly was not used to the feeling of being wanted or included in something. But you barely even noticed before his usual demeanor returned.

“I hate the beach.”

You shrugged, “I hated it too, actually. For a longgg time. But Nat slowly started dragging me out during vacations. To pools, too. I eventually started enjoying it. I just hate how badly I burn.”

“Burn?”

“Yes,” You absentmindedly pulled down your soft t-shirt down off your shoulder, exposing the cherry-red burns covering your skin, “See?”

Loki slowly stepped forwards, almost mesmerized. He was practically towering over you. This made you gulp, suddenly extremely aware of how close he was to you. You could feel the coldness of his skin radiating off of him, even without touch. His hand was slightly raised, as if he wanted to lightly touch your shoulder, but he refrained. You secretly wanted his icy hands to add that relief to your burns, but you kept silent as well.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, stepping back once again. You responded quickly, covering your shoulder once again.

“Yes, to be honest. But I’ve grown used to it. One of the downsides of being pale.”

“But I don’t burn. And I’ve been told I look like a ghost?”

You snorted, remembering Clint’s comment at the dinner table one night.

“Well, you’re a God, remember? I think mortals have different rules with that kinda stuff.”

Loki nodded, “How boring.”

You sighed, “Tell me about it.”

The room fell silent, so you awkwardly sipped your coffee once more before speaking up.

“I’m going to go put on my swimsuit. So...no beach for you?” You sort of wanted some company, if you were being honest.

Loki shook his head, “I’ll just go back to my book.”

“Alright then,” you nodded before scurrying back to your room and finishing your coffee.

You let out a large breath once you shut the door in your room. You didn’t know what it was exactly, but Loki always made you nervous. And it wasn’t in a bad way, more of an...intimidating way. It didn’t help that he was obviously handsome, too.

Tying up your bikini, you carefully observed yourself in the mirror. You looked great. The green, leather bikini had been a gift from Wanda a few months back. You had yet to use it, so why not? You winced at your burns on your shoulders once more before heading out the door with your sunscreen and towel in your hands. And of course, your signature cat-eye sunglasses on your face.

Making your way through the living room, you suddenly became extremely aware of Loki’s presence on the couch, and his gaze following you. But you didn’t dare look back. It was a rush of relief once you passed the glass doors and set aside your things.

The day was absolutely gorgeous. The sun was shining, but nothing too strong. There was a gentle breeze, and you felt blissful. You even danced around by yourself to the speaker playing next to you, partially forgetting about Loki sitting just meters away inside.

You prepared to skip over into the clear waters when you remembered. Sunscreen, ugh. You could just see the look of disappointment on Steve’s face if he found out you forgot sunscreen and only made your burns worse. The entire team had been in shock upon seeing how badly you burned in just a couple days, but Steve was the most worried. Always, constantly reminding you to put sunscreen. Especially on your back...since that spot was easily missed.

So there you stood, with music blasting on the beach, rubbing the cream all around your body. You made sure you wouldn’t miss an inch of your body. You were sick of the burns, of the itching, of the potential peeling. You made sure to double up on the sunscreen when you got to your shoulders. And your cheeks on your face...you got easily red there too.

But when it got to your back, you looked like an idiot trying to reach back there. Usually you’d have Nat or Wanda to help you right away, but you were alone.

Well, almost alone.

You didn’t dare look back inside, scared of seeing Loki watch you struggle. The temptation to ask him for help was extreme, but it was too embarrassing. You thought about maybe just hoping for the best and getting in the beach like this, but it was too risky. No more sunburns.

You tried to reach your back once more time before you realized it was an impossible task. So, very hesitantly, you turned to look inside the house. And just as you expected, Loki’s eyes were on you. His book had been thrown aside, and he was leaning over to get a good look at you. He held his usual smirk, obviously enjoying watching you struggle.

“A little help, please?” You called out. You felt so childish. But to be honest, you were a bit surprised when Loki got up with no protesting. Just an amused eye roll.

Your leg bounced a bit in anticipation as the raven-haired God made his way down the couple steps and over to you.

“Yes?” He asked. You knew he was teasing, and you hated it.

Your eyes narrowed, “I can’t reach my back. Could- Could you please?” He eyed the bottle you held out to him.

He inhaled sharply, “I guess so.” His cold hands grabbed the sunscreen from yours. But you didn’t flinch when you felt his icy fingers brush past yours.

You turned around, facing the beach and away from him. The snap of the opened cap could be heard. He squeezed the sunscreen into his hands before rubbing them together a few times, and gently placing them on your back.

The feeling of cool skin on your burnt back was pure bliss. You didn’t give him any reaction, but your eyes did close with pure relief. His hands were hesitant, but he began rubbing the cream around your back.

“Your hands are cold. It’s nice,” You say first. His hands stop for a split second before returning to their job.

He noticed you never flinched, “They don’t bother you?” His voice was soft.

“No, I’ve always liked the cold.”

It was that sentence- the simplest comment - that had Loki almost freezing in his spot. But he remained calm. And surprisingly, so did you.

Oh fuck, did I just accidentally flirt with the God of Mischief? You wanted to cower away. You silently thanked the skies for not facing him in that very moment.

“Oh?” Was all he said. His hand movements had slowed just a bit.

You blurted out, “Actually...god this is really weird, but could you just- could you place your hands on my shoulders? Like, just leave them there? Cold compress helps burns.” And now you were extremely thankful you couldn’t see his face.

“Okay.”

You couldn’t help but exhale loudly upon the feeling of his coolness on your skin. It was just what you needed. You two stood in silence for just a few seconds longer before you gently tapped his hands, signaling it was enough. You finally turned to face him.

“Thank you,” You smiled shyly.

“Do the burns feel better?” His face remained neutral.

You nodded, “Much better.”

He gazed at you for a few seconds before snapping out of it.

“Well,” You spike up, “I’m gonna get in now.”

“Right,” He nodded. You nodded back, not sure on what to say. As you turned around to the beach, you suddenly stopped in your tracks. You didn’t want to leave the conversation off like that.

“Loki, can you please just get in?”

His amused expression returned, “Pardon?”

“I- I don’t like getting in the water by myself. The beach is fun with other people. Otherwise I’m just the idiot floating around like a fish.”

“A fish?” He snorted. You chuckled, digging your toes in the sand nervously. He caught that. He could sense your nervousness, which only softened him more.

How could he say no? You were the only person who’d ever offered him something so genuine.

He rolled his eyes, “Well, fine. Only because everyone else is gone.”

You smiled brightly, “Yay! Come on.” You jogged towards the shore without a second thought. The smile only grew once you were ankle deep in the cool waters. You turned around, finding Loki in the same spot as before, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You couldn’t help but stare...He was so focused on his buttons, so it wouldn’t hurt, right?

Clint had been right. Loki was truly pale. Very pale. Even more than you. Yet his chest still glowed like the God he was. His skin was as soft as ever. You wondered for a second what it’d be like to run your hands-

“You mortals do love to stare a lot,” Loki said, making his way towards you. You simply smirked, looking away to mask the redness growing on your cheeks.

He hesitated once his feet reached the water. But you stood there, already knee deep, watching him patiently.

“It’s so therapeutic, I promise. Come on,” You beckoned him over. His face seemed so confused, you almost laughed.

Slowly yet surely, he finally stood right next to you. You looked up to him, eyes scrunched from your smile and the sun in your eyes. He stared you down, but he wasn’t holding the intense glare anymore. It was definitely much more peaceful. He was pretty like this.

“See?” You smiled wider, splashing him lightly.

He stood completely still for a hot second, before suddenly splashing you with as much water his strength could muster.

You gasped, “LOKI!” And you found yourself splashing him back.

And he splashed you again.

You screamed, going deeper into the water. He followed you, continuing his splashing. You tried to splash back, but it got to the point where you were so deep into the water, you had to focus on keeping yourself afloat rather than splashing Loki.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t reach here anymore. Time out, time out!” You barked a laugh, struggling with floating due to so much movement.

Loki’s genuine laughter was music to your ears. You’d never heard him release such a noise before.

His splashing stopped as he made his way over to you and gently scooped you up with one arm. It took you completely by surprise. You watched the God with wide, curious eyes.

Once balanced against him, and no longer struggling with floating, you splashed him once more, completely drenching his hair this time. He shut his eyes, promptly letting go of you in order to wipe his eyes.

You laughed loudly, swimming away closer to shore.

“You think you’re so clever,” Loki called out, hot on your tail. Your heartbeat accelerated as you felt him get closer to you.

You weren’t able to reach the shore before you felt Loki’s hand grab your foot and drag you back. You screamed, not able to contain the giggles pouring out of you.

Loki watched you with a smile on his face as you laughed with your eyes closed. You held your hands up to your face.

“Please don’t splash me, I’m begging you,” you yelled. You tried to get away, but he was quick.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you in once again.

“Last time I checked, you splashed me first,” Loki said, his voice deep. Your faces were so close. So close. And with your wet bodies practically pressed against each other, the tension was suddenly thick.

You slowly came down from your fit of laughter, drawing back into reality: which was Loki’s face eerily close to yours. You sighed softly, making eye contact with his blue ones. You couldn’t read the look on his face, but his gaze was so intense once again, you had to hold your breath.

His fingers brushed your waist ever so slightly, and you reacted without thinking.

You leaned forward, meeting your lips with his. It was a quick peck, before you pulled back in shock.

Your cheeks were tomato red, and it wasn’t because of the sun anymore.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I-“ But your voice trailed off, because Loki’s other hand reached up to touch your face softly.

“L-Loki?” You whispered, your faces close once again.

“Don’t apologize, darling,” Loki said, before meeting you in a second kiss.

His lips against yours, his soft hand on your waist, your hand in his dark locks: it was almost too blissful.

You changed your mind: this was paradise.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” The familiar voice of Tony Stark sounded from the shore.

You helped, breaking apart from Loki, just to see your entire team watching you with their jaws on the floor.

“Oh,” Loki smirked, “Back so early?”

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Blushing in His Colours, Chapter 1

TITLE: Blushing in His Colours CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being a Daddy Dom, his adores and loves his little, worships the ground she walks on. She has vaginismus, but he couldn’t be more supportive with her. RATING: M

Mia walked into the party feeling a little shy, she looked around quickly and spotted Natasha and Wanda. So she made a beeline straight for them.

Parties weren’t exactly her favourite scene. But she had promised the team she would attend, considering she had managed to make up an excuse not to go to the past few.

Ever since she started working in the tower with The Avengers, her life had changed rather drastically. She had only gone there originally for work experience through college, but the team liked her and Tony wanted to keep her on in charge of their social media presence. She was super nice, so helpful too in other areas. Nothing was ever too much bother for her.

Being offered her own room in the tower and a well-paying job there had been too much to pass up, of course. There was no downside really… Well, aside from one, maybe.

She had a bit of a crush on one of the team members. Or maybe, a huge crush. But what made it a little tricky, was it was the trickster himself. Loki. She had been mesmerised by him from the first moment she met him.

He was a charmer, had welcomed her with a kiss on the back of her hand. Making her blush like a schoolgirl. She often tried to be in the same room as him when possible, without looking suspicious. But at the same time not getting too close to him. Luckily, she’d become good friends with Natasha and Wanda, so was often hanging out in the main living room where Loki sometimes frequented.

She was barely able to get the courage up to speak to him. He was a literal God, after all. She even struggled speaking to Thor sometimes, but it was worse with Loki because she found him so attractive. It wasn’t just his looks, but his intelligence and mischief too. He seemed fun to be around, was often pranking the others which made her laugh.

It was his voice that always hit her the most though. She could just listen to him speak about anything at all, it was such a soothing and lovely voice he had.

But something she would never admit to anyone, not even Natasha and Wanda, was in her mind she thought that Loki was perfect Daddy Dom material… But then, she wasn’t sure if it was maybe just her fantasies that made her think that of him.

‘You look beautiful, Mia!’ Natasha said as she hugged her, so did Wanda.

‘Thanks.’ Mia blushed a little.

‘Did you pick that colour for a certain… Someone?’ Wanda asked, winking.

‘You do suit green though.’ Natasha said as she looked her up and down.

‘I… kind of.’ Mia said sheepishly.

Natasha and Wanda knew about her crush. Not that Mia had told them, but they had worked it out quite quickly. The way her cheeks went a little red whenever Loki was in the same room, how she would always glance over in his direction. Her general demeanour always perked up when Loki was around.

‘Oh, speak of the devil.’ Wanda said quietly, sipping her drink as she looked over Mia’s shoulder.

Mia froze, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she knew he was behind her.

Loki had spotted a lovely figure in green, as he moved to get a better look, he was stunned to see it was Mia. She had her dark walnut coloured hair up nicely too, in a messy type of bun. He’d always found her rather adorable, but she was so shy and he was never able to get her alone to chat properly. She was a bit of a flight risk, often darting off when he made his way towards her. He felt she was intimidated by him, which he wanted to rectify if possible.

‘Ladies.’ Loki greeted with a nod, his voice like smooth velvet as he came into her view at the side. But then he looked directly to Mia and smiled. ‘Mia. You look beautiful, that dress is very becoming on you. If I may so.’ He said with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

Mia thought her face was going to combust with how badly she blushed. ‘Oh… thank you, Loki.’ She said quickly, not quite able to make eye contact with him.

He was looking very regal in his Asgardian armour, him and Thor always went all out for the parties. Making sure everyone remembered they were royal Gods.

‘I also couldn’t help but notice you didn’t have a drink… May I get you one?’ Loki asked politely.

‘Please… Thank you.’ Mia spoke quietly, able to look up into his eyes for a moment.

Loki nodded and went to fetch her a drink. She turned to look at Natasha and Wanda, who were grinning at her.

‘This could be your chance!’ Natasha said as she nudged her playfully.

‘Don’t be silly. He’s just being… polite.’ Mia shrugged as she looked over in Loki’s direction, he was getting her a drink from the bar.

‘He never compliments anyone, Mia. You should feel honoured.’ Wanda said, then went quiet when Loki returned with a drink for himself and Mia.

Mia was surprised when he handed her favourite to her. ‘How did you know what I like to drink?’ She asked, curiously.

‘I remember from the first evening you were here, when we all had a few drinks.’ Loki grinned and winked at her.

Natasha and Wanda shared a knowing look with one another. ‘We’re just going to get some food.’ Wanda said as she dragged Natasha away.

Mia’s eyes widened a little at being left with Loki. She started sipping her drink straight away, hoping to get some alcoholic courage. Loki could tell she was nervous. He wasn’t sure why she was so nervous around him. Though he was glad she hadn’t run away from him yet this time. But her constant blushing when he was around did make him wonder…

‘It’s nice that you’ve joined us, I know you tend to avoid parties normally.’ Loki said as he motioned for her to walk with him.

She walked along next to him around the side of the room. ‘Yeah… I just, am not too keen on big crowds really… Do you enjoy parties?’

‘Not normally, similarly to you I am not overly fond of huge crowds. Although, I am rather enjoying this party because of the delightful company.’ He winked at her.

She almost choked on her drink, but managed to quickly compose herself. Was he actually flirting with her? She almost couldn’t believe it.

The two sat down on one of the sofas near Pepper, Tony and Clint. Thor was over by the bar with Steve and Bruce, telling one of his jokes. Loki shook his head. ‘He thinks he’s hilarious.’

‘His jokes are better than yours.’ Tony said to Loki.

‘You’re the biggest joke here, Stark.’ Loki snarked back at him.

Clint and Mia laughed, making Loki grin.

‘Glad you could join us, Mia. Bad choice of dress though, wearing Loki’s colour.’ Nick said as he joined them at the sofas.

‘Don’t be mean. She suits that colour. Green isn’t just Loki’s colour.’ Maria said as she also sat down with them. Natasha and Wanda came to join too.

‘But you did wear it mainly to get Loki to notice you?’ Vision said, he had been hovering at the back.

If Mia thought she was embarrassed before, she certainly was now. With so many people staring at her, and Vision blurting that out.

‘I… need to go to the bathroom.’ She said, quickly getting to her feet and almost running out of the room.

‘Vis!’ Wanda chastised.

‘Sorry, was that not the right thing to say? I thought that was the reason.’ Vision seemed genuinely confused.

‘I’ll go after her.’ Natasha hopped up and rushed after Mia.

Loki frowned. ‘She wore green to get my attention?’

‘Duh! If it wasn’t clear to you by now, she likes you, Loki. But is too shy to speak to you.’ Wanda sighed.

Natasha found Mia in the corridor heading back to her room. She managed to catch up with her. ‘Mia! Wait!’ She called, glad when Mia stopped. Her eyes were watering, she felt so embarrassed.

‘Hey, you ok?’ Natasha gave her a hug.

‘I’m so embarrassed, Nat. Now Loki knows, how will I be able to face him again?’ She said sadly, looking down.

‘I certainly hope you will face me again.’ Came Loki’s voice, making Mia freak out internally as she looked up and saw him coming down the corridor towards them.

‘Loki.’ Natasha said in warning as he reached them.

‘Can I talk to Mia privately?’ Loki asked.

Natasha wasn’t totally sure, but she looked at Mia who nodded.

‘I’ll just be round the corner if you need me.’ Natasha said.

Mia was fiddling with her hands on front of her. ‘Loki… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to disrespect you… Or anything. I just… I…’

‘Shhh.’ Loki said softly and he cupped her chin, lifting her head up to him. Her heart was racing as she looked into his eyes. ‘No need to apologise, and why would you disrespect me?’ He frowned.

‘I don’t… I don’t really know.’ She swallowed hard.

‘Did you really wear this colour for me?’ He asked.

Mia knew he could tell when someone was lying, so she knew there was no point trying.

‘Yes… I wanted to try and get you to notice me… so stupid.’ She admitted, wanting the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She would have to leave and get a new job, there was no way she could stick around here now that Loki knew she had a crush on him.

Loki brushed his thumb up over her cheek, making her skin tingle as she realised he was still touching her. And he didn’t look angry at her admission.

‘Oh darling.’ He hummed, smiling down fondly at her. ‘You’ve always had my attention, right from the very start. And you are far from stupid, Mia.’ He said so softly she thought she was going to start crying with how nice he was being.

‘You’re just saying that.’ She laughed nervously and tried looking down.

‘The first day you came here, you were wearing a knee length dark blue dress, long sleeves with leggings and flat black shoes. Your hair was down and straight, if I remember rightly it was to help hide the blush on your cheeks when Fury introduced us. I know that your favourite snack is a double chocolate chip cookie. When you work, you are so focused you don’t even notice what’s going on around you. But you are so kind to others and extremely helpful, you go out of your way to help other people. Even if it’s just getting them a drink. Your eyes light up entirely when Maria brings her dog to work, so I will go out on a limb and guess that you love animals. You’re not a morning person, but you prefer getting work done first, so you have the rest of the day to relax. Purple is your favourite colour and I do believe that you love rock music.’

Mia was completely stunned, she was gazing up at him with her mouth parted.

Loki had taken note of all these things over the few months she’d been there. Also hearing bits and pieces from when she conversed with others. But he had stored everything he knew about her away in his mind.

But the rather lovely moment between them was ruined when Natasha came rushing down the corridor. ‘YOU FOOL!’ She whacked Loki’s arm as she stood at the side of them, hands on her hips.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her as he let go of Mia’s chin.

‘You’ve liked her all this time but haven’t said or done anything about it?’

Loki ran his hand down his face. ‘You’ve been listening?’

‘Of course! To make sure you weren’t going to be an ass.’ Natasha said.

Loki clenched his jaw, but knew she looked out for Mia, they were good friends. ‘In my defence, I didn’t think you would be interested in me.’ He said as he looked at Mia. ‘Because you’d always avoid eye contact with me, would barely speak to me. I thought you were maybe scared of me.’ He said honestly.

‘You dumbass. That’s just because she’s shy!’ Natasha said, hitting him again.

‘Stop hitting me, Romanoff.’ Loki growled.

His tone made Mia’s stomach lurch, in a good way. She loved it when he went all growly…

‘Nat… Maybe uhm, give us some time?’ Mia asked quietly.

Natasha looked to Mia, then back at Loki. ‘Alright. See you back at the party.’ She nodded and headed off, this time actually leaving them to it.

Loki looked at Mia, unable to stop smiling. He was really fond of her, he just had no idea how much she liked him, too.

‘May I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?’ Loki asked, taking hold of her hand and running his thumb across the back of it, causing goosebumps on her skin.

Mia couldn’t quite find the words. But she nodded quickly, over eager, making Loki chuckle.

‘Excellent.’ He grinned.

They did return to the party. Loki promised Mia that he would personally hang anyone who dared to make her feel embarrassed about wearing his colours.

She was secretly really pleased about that.

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