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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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One of my pre-canon Thorki headcanons is that Loki's always harbored feelings for Thor but, of course, intended on taking that secret to the grave ... but, that didn't mean he was willing to sit around and watch as Thor "courted" various women.

So he played up the little brother card in a major way, making it a point to get between Thor and any girlfriend he had whenever the opportunity presented itself, in such an innocuous way that Thor could never quite tell if Loki was being a little shit or if he was genuinely clueless. Like -

Thor and Girlfriend are sitting under an apple tree in Idunn's orchard? Oh, Loki just happened to be climbing trees that day - he swings down from a branch with a bright, "Oh, hi! Fancy meeting you two here," while Thor and Girlfriend jump ten feet. Loki, oblivious, just hops down to the ground and helps himself to one of their apples. "Don't mind if I do," he says, sitting down on their blanket. "It's a lovely day for apple picking, isn't it?"

Thor and Girlfriend have planned to attend the feast (what feast? Any feast, they have them like every weekend) together, but Loki manages to finagle the seat at the table in between them and when Thor says, "uh, Loki, about where you're sitting," Loki cuts him off and says, "Don't worry, I figured you two would fight over who got to sit next to me, so I made it easy, you're welcome."

Thor and Girlfriend have just returned from a romantic horse ride through the countryside and, as they're in the stables, putting away the horses and doing whatever else it is people do post-ride, they get distracted by each other and are leaning in when Loki swings open the stable door. His "oh! Sorry!" is falsely apologetic and teasing. "You were about to kiss, weren't you? That's so sweet, I'll just wait," and then he goes and stands directly outside of the stable door and after about ten seconds yells, "Are you guys done yet?" and there's no reply, and another five seconds goes by, and he yells, "Now are you done?" and Thor practically roars back, "We're done now!" and he's ready to throttle Loki, he really is. Loki continues to be oblivious as he saunters back in, all smiles, like, "I'm so glad you two are back, I have big plans for us this evening," and Thor is just like, internally, norns, give me strength.

#thorki #i stole the last one from wizards of waverly place #which i guess could make this a #incorrect brodinsons #really though i bet loki 100% pulled shit like this #and years and years later #when thor realizes he returns loki's feelings and things come to light however they do #loki will fess up and thor will be like I KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT ON PURPOSE YOU LTITLE SHIT #and loki would be like you always courted the most insufferable boring maidens i brought you excitement and conflict #and thor is like you brought me migraines is what you brought me #and they have a good brotherly chuckle (and then they fuck)#lmao

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is-it-madness · 3 years

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Metal Fingers

A/N 1: This fic is for my lovely beta/bestie @wowjeena Heyyo, would you be up to writing a soulmate au with Bucky? You can choose which type of soulmate au but can you make the reader a normal person (so not an Avenger or anything related)?? Thanks girl and if you don’t wanna that’s chill 👉🏼👉🏼 So... it’s not exactly a soulmate au, but I hope this is okay instead ☺️💜💜 I’m also so sorry it took so long. I hope you like it, my dear.

A/N 2: The Bucky Barnes Exhibit states he was born in 1916, but at the bottom where it gives his life span, it says he was born in 1917. I googled it to find the correct year, and it said 1917… I don’t know what to do with that information, other than to tell you guys there’s a mistake in the movie.

A/N 3: I apparently couldn’t make this a one shot, so it’ll be a multi part story. I’m aiming between 3-5 parts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x single mom!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k+

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Part 1

A Fallen Comrade.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom. Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, deprivation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

He knew these words. He read and reread them dozens— if not hundreds— of times. He wrote them down in every one of his notebooks as he was scrapping, searching for his memories that were just out of his reach. He could nearly taste them. They fluttered teasingly in front of him: close, but not close enough for him to snatch out of the air of uncertainty.

He pulled a fresh notebook from his bag and a pencil, worried away from teeth and words.

Start with what you know…

My name is James Buchanan Barnes. I was taken captive by Hydra and was used by them. I know a man named Steve. He was my friend.

He trailed off. This is where he always was left floating in a sea of not knowing. He was left grasping for more. He was a starved man, empty without his memories. The few he managed to uncover did little to tide him over from insanity. He bit at that familiar indentation on his pencil, trying to think of something, anything at this point that was more than those four simple sentences he’s written everyday for the past several weeks. Sighing and pulling his baseball cap lower in frustration, Bucky returned his supplies to his bag, stood, and swung it over his right shoulder. Eyes low, and clutching his bag, Bucky made his way towards the exit of the crowded museum. Ever since the Potomac, this section of the Smithsonian was more packed than usual.

Nearly there. Nearly there.

It was an understatement to say that Bucky Barnes didn’t like crowded areas. Too many bodies, pressing, and pushing against each other, loud noises, pointless conversations discussing mundane things.

Nearly there. Nearly ther—

“Oof!”

He wouldn’t have noticed the boy that ran into him if his bag hadn’t slipped from his hand, spilling out the contents onto the floor. Bucky hurriedly crouched to retrieve his precious memories. He barely registers the boy picking up the items that had strayed a bit further.

“Here you go Mister! I’m sorry for bumping into you like that.”

Bucky silently takes his belongings back from the little boy standing in front of him.

Bucky unintentionally begins to analyze him.

Probably seven or eight. Bright eyes. Tousled hair. Skinny. Doesn’t clear 100 pounds soaking.

He shakes his head. Stop. No more.

“Whoa, cool! Metal fingers!!”

Bucky quickly retracts his fingerless-gloved hand.

The boy pulls his hand from his sweatshirt pocket. “Yours are cooler, but I have metal fingers too! Well, actually it’s a metal arm because the doctors had to get rid of my real one because I got hurt super bad, but I think it’s really cool.”

The boy said this all extremely fast, Bucky had to blink a few times to register what he had said. A compliment? For his hand? A hand that’s maimed, killed, and caused so many people to suffer?

“Uh… I… I have a metal arm too.”

The little boy’s eyes widened even more. He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but Bucky took off his glove and showed it to the boy.

He took Bucky’s hand in his and stared at it, looking back and forth at Bucky’s hand and his. Bucky stood there stiffly, unsure how to respond. The boy looked up at Bucky solemnly.

“Do you have super powers?” he whispered.

Bucky couldn’t help but crack a smile at his seriousness, but before he could answer, a woman came running through the crowd.

“Noah!”

The boy turned to give her a lopsided grin. “Hi Mom!”

“How many times have I told you to stay by my side, young man?”

The boy, Noah, dropped Bucky’s hand and took a step closer to the woman. “Sorry. But Mom!”

A raised brow silenced Noah. The woman looked up at Bucky.

“I’m so sorry if he was bothering you. He’s very social.”

Bucky forgot how to speak for a minute. The woman standing in front of him was… well, he’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her. Bright, sparkling eyes confirming where Noah got his from, a soft voice, and a sweet smile.

“Oh, uh, no. I mean, he is. I mean‒” When was the last time he had gotten tongue-tied?

Bucky cleared his throat, forced himself to try to ignore the sweet smile that was widening, and tried again. “He wasn’t bothering me. We were just talking about‒”

“His metal arm! Look at it, Mom!” Noah hurries back to Bucky’s side and holds his mechanical hand. “Look how awesome it is! And it’s huge!” He started poking Bucky’s upper arm and gasps. “And so are his muscles!! I bet he could crush anything!”

Noah began miming picking up heavy objects or crushing imaginary things, complete with sound effects. Bucky doesn’t miss Noah’s mother’s eyes widen slightly when Noah pointed out how massive his biceps are.

“Noah, honey, why don’t we go check out the exhibit?”

“Oh yeah! Let’s go, Mom!” He nearly takes off again before giving his mother a sheepish smile.

“What did you do?”

“I… I turned our map into a paper airplane.”

“And?”

“And... it… flew out of my hands?”

“Mm hmm. I see. Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time.”

Noah gasps and clutches his mom’s hand. “No! Please Mom! Don’t do this to me!!”

Her laugh causes Bucky’s heart to skip a few beats, and it frustrates him that he doesn’t know why.

“Which exhibit are you looking for?”

Noah looks at Bucky and salutes. “We’re here to see the Mister Captain America exhibit.”

“I could take you guys there.”

What. On earth. Gave him that idea?!

“Woo! Let’s‒”

Noah’s cheer was cut off by his mother. “Oh, no that’s okay. I’m sure you’re busy and you probably have something to get to you.”

She’s right… Why did I even offer in the first place? I can’t‒

“It’s not a problem. I was heading over there right now actually.”

Jesus! What’s wrong with me?

Noah grabbed his mother’s hand and followed Bucky to the famed exhibit.

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“So, I take it Noah’s a fan of the Captain?”

The beautiful lady standing next to him nodded. “Yeah, Noah loves him; really looks up to him.”

“Makes sense, he’s a good guy.”

“Sounds like you’ve met him before.”

“You could say that.”

They were pulled away from their conversation when Noah ran up to them, grinning.

“Mom! Look how skinny Steve was! And, and his friend? Um… Bucky? Yeah! Bucky! He would always help Steve out because Steve would always get in fights! So Bucky would come and have to save him!”

Noah then proceeded to animatedly tell his audience how Steve became the Captain and fought in the War. When he went to go read the display in front of Steve’s motorcycle, Bucky turned back to the woman.

“Is this his first time here?”

She nodded and smiled. “I promised I would take him when I had a day off. He’s been waiting for weeks.”

A pause.

“How ‘bout you?”

“What?” Damn that smile! He got distracted.

“I take it this isn’t your first time here?”

“No, ma’am.”

Her giggle caused his firm expression to slip into a small smile.

Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon showing Noah around. He learned that Noah and his mother had been in a terrible car accident two years before. The injuries Noah sustained to his right arm were irreversible, thus leading to an amputation, a prosthetic arm, and even though she didn’t say, expensive medical bills burdened on his mother.

When the museum closed, Noah was asking his mother when they’d be able to return.

“I’m not sure baby. How about next weekend?”

Noah did a little dance showing his affirmation. Then he looked at Bucky.

“Will you be here too, Mr. James?”

“Uh, yeah sure kid. I’ll be here.”

Noah fist pumped as his mother said goodbye to Bucky.

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Holy shit. Holy shit!

You had been trying to keep your cool ever since you found Noah with James. You were eating dinner and you still hadn’t gotten over him. That man was fucking stunning. Blue, blue eyes that were filled with such sorrow, a smile that made your insides flutter, and a deep voice you were willing to listen to for hours on end. Soft and sonorous. And he was so sweet and kind with Noah. That alone had you taking a liking to him.

“Mom?! Mom!”

“Oh— sorry, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Thanks for taking me to the museum.”

You ruffle his hair. “Thanks for being so patient for me.”

He smiles as he shovels pasta into his mouth.

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jrubalcaba · 6 years

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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 7

Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 7 - A Steve x OFC fanfiction

author: jrubalcaba

featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Collins x Steve Rogers

word count: 1722 words

rating: PG 13

warnings: Quite a bit of cussing

A/N: @celeb-fess gets another shoutout for her beta work.

This chapter will switch between Evie and Steve’s POV.

Steve’s P.O.V.

It's only been a week, and Evie is still on my mind. I sat on the bed, thinking about her lips and how they felt against mine. I groaned internally when I remembered how soft her hand felt as it wrapped around my dick while she came on my thigh.

Everything changed a few weeks ago when Nat accidentally outed Evie. I couldn't believe my luck, that the one woman that has made my soul come alive for the first time in 70 years, actually returned my feelings. Yeah, a part of me will always love Peggy, but Evie is just...so much more.

I looked over at Bucky. The time we’ve been on the mission, he’s not been himself. Quieter than usual, distant. I was kinda worried. I walked over and knocked his shoulder with mine.

“You okay Buck?” He looked at me, worry and fear evident in his eyes.

“Alice.” I quirked an eyebrow at him. He huffed before explaining. “It’s our first time apart since…” Ah. That explains it.

“Gotcha. She’s not alone ya know.” He shot me a disbelieving look as he snorted. “Don’t look at me like that. You know Evie will keep her out of trouble. Or at least try to.” He turned to look at me straight on.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. Those two could be dangerous together. We don’t come home in a decent amount of time, and you know those two idiots will mount their own search and rescue party, getting themselves hurt in the process.”

Shit.

“You’ve got a point there. Especially now after what’s happened with me and Evie.” I exhaled loudly. “Well, that’s just more motivation to get this mission done so we can go back home to our women.” We shared a grim smile before there was a knock on the door as Scott and Sam came in with food. Clint, Simon, Buck and I surrounded the table, grabbing what we could to throw on our plates.

“Geez Wilson, did you get lost? We were almost skin and bone before you got here,” Buck teased. Sam flipped him off before fixing his own plate. We all dug in and sat in silence, too hungry to waste time talking. When we were finally full, we all sat back, miserable.

“I'm thinking of growing a beard. What do you guys think?” Scott asked suddenly. We all looked around in surprise before weighing in.

“Why’d ya wanna do that?” Sam asked, Bucky nodding in agreement. Scott shrugged before blushing the teeniest bit.

“Well, Hope likes them, so I thought I'd try it out.” Buck chuckled before looking over at me.

“Evie likes beards too. She's into that ‘lumberjack look’. You know,” he went on, “beards, plaid shirts, chopping wood for a fire, being all rugged. Yeah, she's nuts for it.” I was a bit shocked by that. Clint nudged Bucky with his elbow.

“How do you know that?” Clint asked.

“Oh, I heard her, Alice, Wanda, Pepper, Natalia, and Maria talking about it during one of their ‘ladies night’ things.” He pulled out his phone and started to type ‘lumberjack looks’ into the search engine. “Here. Take a look.” I grabbed the phone and began to scroll. These men were decked out in plaid shirts, impressive beards, and had tattoos galore. How could I compete with them?

“There's this actor that Evie was fawning over. It's Chris something. Hemsworth? Pine? Pratt? I can't think of it.” Buck took his phone back, typing in the search engine again. “She pulled up his picture to show the girls and she was fanning herself. ‘Oh my god. He is so dreamy. Look at that beard!’” He did a poor impression of Evie before going “Aha! It's Chris Evans. Fucking hell, Steve. He could pass as your twin!”

We all crowded around the phone, looking at the actor on the screen. “Yeah Cap, he could be your twin, if you could grow a beard as nice as that,” Clint mused. He did look an awful lot like me, except his hair was much darker than mine and he had tattoos. Evie likes this?

“Yeah, Steve couldn't grow anything that majestic.” Sam agreed with Clint. I was a little upset that they didn't think I could do it.

“Thanks, guys. I'm a bit offended that you don't have faith in me. To prove a point, I'm not shaving for the rest of this mission.” I got up and walked to my bag, grabbing the razor and cream before stopping. “Let's make this interesting. I dare you guys to grow one too. $100 says you guys can't grow one better than me.” They all looked at each other before nodding. “And, when we get back, we let the girls vote. We won't tell them that it's a bet, and after they pick the winner, we pay him. Sound good? Shake on it if it does.” We all shook hands before throwing out our shaving supplies.

“Barnes, I think, no I know, that I’ll be able to grow one better than yours,” Simon bragged. Bucky stared him down, his mouth set in a snarl.

Ah crap, here we go.

When we were heading out on this mission, Simon and Maggie happened to show up at the Tower. Simon was eager to go out and ‘hang with us blokes’, so we let him come along, seeing as it wouldn’t hurt to have another set of eyes and ears. Bucky and he still don’t see eye to eye, so while having Simon’s help has been nice, they tend to butt heads every so often.

“$100 in a side bet that I kick your ass at growing a beard, Travers,” Buck snapped, holding his left hand out to shake. Simon shook, before a look of pain came over his face as Bucky squeezed with more force than necessary.

“You’re on,” he agreed, trying not to show how much his hand hurt when they let go.

This was going to be interesting. Oh well, the things you do for the one you love.

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Evie’s P.O.V.

It's now been three weeks since the guys left for their mission, and I haven't heard from Steve once. Since I was consistently in the Tower 99% of the time, I was the designated contact for the team. But there was nothing but radio silence. None of the guys had called, and I was getting worried. Nat kept trying to calm me down, but until I heard from them, I just couldn't.

Didn’t help that Alice was doing everything she could to distract herself so I couldn’t go to her with our shared anguish.

Five weeks have gone by, and still no word from the guys. I'd taken to sleeping in Steve's room in the last week. It helped me somewhat relax, being surrounded by his things and the scent that was all Steve. I was curled up in his bed, almost asleep when my phone rang. Steve's face popped up on the caller ID, so I hurriedly answered it.

“Steve? Is that you?” I mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, it is.” Oh, thank god he's alright.

“Are you all ok? We've been getting so worried since we haven't heard from you at all.” I could hear people talking in the background, and suddenly I was on edge. Was he safe?

“We’re fine. We ran into a bit of trouble and long story short, we had to go underground for a bit. I'm sorry baby.” The affection packed into that one word made my heart sing. “We finished our mission, but we're having trouble coming home. We're staying at a safe house until we get a go ahead.” I heard Bucky talking to him, and I caught the word girlfriend, which made me smile.

“Well, at least you're safe. That's all that matters to me. I just wish you were here instead of wherever there is. I...I miss you,” I admitted. I heard him suck in a breath before replying.

“I miss you too. Wish I was laying in bed with you right now. Sharing a bed with Bucky the past few weeks have sucked,” Steve laughed, earning a big ‘Fuck you, Rogers’ from his best friend. “Tell Alice that I’m keeping her man warm for her,” he added, Bucky shouting something indistinct in the background. I giggled before I told him where I was.

“I'm actually in your bed right now. I've been sleeping here for the past week. Could really use some warmth right about now, though.” I was actually kinda cold, so it wasn't a complete lie. He whistled before I heard ‘fuck me’ come out of his mouth. “Trust me, I've been looking forward to doing just that when you get home,” I threatened. I heard Bucky cackling in the background, so the look on Steve's face must have been a sight to see.

“Just you wait, Evie. Just you wait.” His voice was husky, full of promise of all the things to come.

“Whatever you say, Captain. So, do you think you'll be home in time for Stark’s charity ball? I was hoping to have a date,” I said matter-of-factly. He chuckled before sighing.

“I hope so. I'd love to be able to walk in with the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm.” Fucking sweet talker. I yawned before I could think up a comeback.

“I'm keeping you up huh? We're all fine so you can go back to bed. Sorry for waking you. Get some sleep, ok baby?” I smiled before yawning again.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Captain Rogers. I am going to go back to sleep though. Night Steve. Love you.” Whoops. That was not supposed to come out of my mouth. I hoped he hadn't heard it, but that was unlikely.

“Love you too baby. Night. Keep my bed warm for me ok?” Just before the call disconnected, I heard Sam, Scott, Clint, and Bucky all go ‘OooooOooooh!’ to which Steve replied, “Go to hell”. I laughed before sending out a group text to the members who were still here:

ROGERS, BARNES, LANG, BARTON, AND WILSON ARE ALL SAFE AND ACCOUNTED FOR. CURRENTLY IN SAFE HOUSE UNTIL SAFE PASSAGE HOME IS OBTAINED. MISSION COMPLETED.

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elliyoyo · 6 years

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Decorating The Tree (Bucky Barnes/Reader)

This one was really cute and the only reason I had Steve making his “famous mac n’ cheese” was because my mum has a homemade recipe just like that that she made when I went to visit her over the Summer. Enjoy this adorable little fic!

Warnings: Bucky being a sweetie, swearing, alcohol mention, and Tony almost burning the tower down because his decorations are so extra

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“Be careful with that! My mom got that for me for my 1st Christmas,” Steve says from the kitchen, giving Bucky a small glare for handling the ornament with such recklessness.

“Don’t worry Sarah’s ornament ain’t goin’ anywhere.” He puts it on the tree, making sure it’s slightly more inward so it wouldn’t slip and shatter. He looks down at you and smiles, grabbing for the ornament you’ve been holding up for him.

Once it’s in his hands, he peers down to see what it is, and feels a warmth blossom in his heart (and cheeks) when he sees that it’s the clear, glass heart you had giving him that, in your handwriting, said “I LOVE YOU, JAMES”.He puts it on another spot that didn’t have many ornaments around it.

“That’s it for actual ornaments. Let’s get the rest of the tree done!” Bucky climbs down off the ladder— which he very much needed, as Tony always got the biggest tree available that would fit in the lounge room— and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Once we’re done, we can call everyone down for dinner and drinks, okay? We just gotta put the star on top.”

“Are we doing it together?” You take the large star out of the box it was held in, flipping the switch on the back to turn the bright light on it. You smile down at it, then look over at Bucky with a giggle.

“Of course, you cute little thing,” he says, peppering your face in light kisses. He couldn’t resist doing so with the adorable look on your face and how your laughing made his heart flutter.

“Okay, lovebirds, I think it’s tree time,” Natasha teases, flicking your shoulder. The rest of the team stolls out behind her, clad in ugly sweaters, stupid-looking headbands, and festive leggings (even Bruce, who was blushing and covering his groin with his hands).

“Guess we don’t have to call them down, huh?” You kiss Bucky’s cheek before nudging him towards the ladder again. He climbs up and helps you up after him, making sure the ladder stayed steady.

You held onto the star tightly as his metal arm lifts you up high enough so that you could reach the top of the tree. As your place the star on the tree, Tony flicks a switch from behind the tree that floods the room with colorful, fluorescent light from every angle.

“Voila, one of the most expensive rooms in this tower right now— just behind the lab and the main kitchen.” He walks over, taking a sip of his whiskey-infused cocoa. “Now… we eat!”

While everyone runs off to the kitchen to grab a plate full of food, you and Bucky stand in front of the glimmering tree, looking the result of your hard work up and down a few times. You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he does the same back to you. You lace your fingers at his back and press a kiss to his jaw.

“I love you so much, James,” you mumble, feeling him shift at the vibrations of your voice.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” His eyes soften, looking down at you, admiring how the colors are cast across your face.

“...As much as I love you, though, I’m 100% sure I can smell Steve’s famous five cheese mac n’ cheese. I’m also 100% sure that Tony will steal it all if I’m not there.” You look up at him and lock lips with him for a moment before looking to the kitchen, where there was a bunch of cheering going. Someone either pulled out the booze or someone just roasted someone. You’re willing to bet that both happened, with how this household is, but Bucky pulls you off to the room before you can pull out your wallet and make the bet official.

“He always has the best crust on top of it… Shit, you’re right, we can’t miss that,” he jokes, kissing your forehead one last time as he takes one last look at the tree, then walking into the kitchen with your hand in his.

That night, full of Steve’s famous mac n’ cheese and drinks of choice and as much of your favorite dishes as you could eat in your stomachs, you all (even Loki, whom they now trusted significantly more after a few years of you all living together) fell asleep on the large couch or in the loveseats that were placed in front of the tree, the now dimmed lights and soft music lulling the team to sleep.

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