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Unwanted: Chapter 11, Unsure - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Pocket not knowing how to navigate her emotions

Word Count: 1.9k

Previously On...: Jade just had to rub it in that she not only hears you and Bucky fighting about her, but that it brings her joy. So, you had to make sure you fucked your boyfriend extra loud.

A/N: My mom is coming up to visit after I get out of work today, so obviously, I cannot post while she is around (the contents of this story would stop her super-Catholic heart or, at the very least, have her send me out for an exorcism), so I'm scheduling this update.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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Over the next few weeks, things between you and Bucky were technically better, in the sense that you hadn’t argued again, and he didn’t mention Jade to you, or answer her calls or texts in your presence, but they were so much worse in that she was taking up more of his time than ever before, and you saw each other less and less. You tried to rationalize it by telling yourself that the amount of time the two of you had spent together at the beginning of your relationship had been abnormal– nearly constant– and that the current situation was more on par with what regular couples experienced, but the truth of the matter was that you felt yourself pulling away from him, building a wall around your heart to protect yourself from what you saw as the inevitable heartache Bucky was going to inflict upon you.

He’d been right– you had been going around in circles, and every time you thought you’d made some progress, another event would transpire that would just end up leaving you feeling worse. Yes, he always had the sweetest words to say to you to bring you down from your anger, but at what point did they go from being the actual truth to just being something said just to placate you? More and more, you found yourself questioning the difference between the two, and as a result, your walls were going back up with a vengeance. 

If he noticed, though, he didn’t say anything. He was preoccupied with preparing Jade for her first mission. She’d be going off to Malaysia with Sam and Rhodey (you may have begged Tony to ensure she was never partnered with either you or Bucky, and bless that man and his affection for you, he’d been more than willing to comply), and Bucky was working overtime to make sure she was ready. 

And perhaps a small part of you was hoping she’d go MIA in the jungle. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud to anyone but FRIDAY.

The day before she was scheduled to depart, you were lounging on your couch, working on your laptop. Your crisis prediction algorithm project was finally ready, and you were putting the finishing touches on the presentation you were scheduled to give to the board in less than two weeks time. You were just adding some graphics when Bucky came in the door.

“You haven’t started getting ready yet?” he asked, kissing the crown of your head by way of greeting. He looked exceptionally handsome in a pair of tight black jeans and black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. 

You looked up at him in confusion. “Ready for what?” you asked, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Gino’s,” he said, as if that would clear it up. At your blank look, he prompted: “Vix’s first mission is tomorrow. We’re all going down to Gino’s for drinks. Come on, Pocket. I told you about this days ago.”

You scoffed at him. “You most certainly did not. I would have remembered because I would have laughed at you and said ‘hard pass.’”

Bucky rubbed his eyes. “Okay, maybe it slipped my mind, and I’m sorry for that, but you should have known. It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” you asked him, surprised to find that the anger you had expected to feel, that you should have felt, just wasn’t coming. Instead, you were just sad. “There’s no tradition.”

“What are you talking about? We all went before my first mission.”

You closed your laptop and put it down on the coffee table before standing up to face him with a sigh. “Buck, that was something I did, just for you, because I wanted to. Because you were my best friend. I wanted you to have a night of fun before you went out, because I didn’t know what sort of shit you were going to see, or have to do, on that mission. I wanted to give you something good to hold on to.”

Bucky’s face softened at your words and he embraced you, holding you close. “God,” he said, rubbing his nose into your hair, “I had no idea. I’m the fucking luckiest man alive, you know that? To have a girl as special as you care so much about me. You’re more than I deserve, doll.”

A tiny voice in the back of your mind couldn’t help but think Maybe I am. You crushed the thought as soon as it came. You loved him, you truly did. He just… frustrated you a lot recently. Jade’s probationary period was going to be over soon, and you were hopeful that she wouldn’t get the votes to stay in. You knew that, despite the initial warm reception she’d received, she’d ended up rubbing almost everyone the wrong way with her attitude. You’d even heard Sam and Clint complaining about Jade refusing to participate when it was her turn for training room clean-up because ‘shouldn’t Stark have people for that?’.

It seemed like everyone was finally seeing what kind of person she really was. Well, everyone except for Bucky, anyway. 

“So,” he said after a moment, “you gonna come?”

You thought about it for a second. A part of you was completely against the idea, not wanting the gesture you’d made for Bucky all those months ago to be tainted knowing he was making it now for her, but the prevailing part of you wasn’t about to offer Jade the opportunity of a night of drinking with Bucky, outside of your presence, on a silver platter. It concerned you that you were more motivated by thwarting any designs Jade might have than you were with spending time with your boyfriend, though. You tried to push your petty thoughts aside.

“Yeah,” you said, looking up into his eyes and allowing yourself to fall into them. God, they were beautiful. He was beautiful, inside and out. You needed to keep reminding yourself of that, of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place, and there were so, so many. “How much time do I have?” you asked.

Bucky pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. “About fifteen minutes,” he said.

“Fifteen minutes!” you shrieked, pulling away from him and heading over to your vanity. “Jesus, Buck! Give a girl some warning! It’s gonna take me twice that long just to do my hair and makeup!” You began pulling out all the accouterments you were going to need to prepare yourself.

Bucky came to stand behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist as he looked at you in the mirror. “You don’t need any of that stuff, doll,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re already going to be the sexiest girl there, but I’m not gonna complain about sitting around if you want to get even sexier.”

You smiled at Bucky through the mirror, and it felt like the first genuine smile you’d given him in ages. “That’s sweet of you, baby,” you said as you started putting on your moisturizer, “but I don’t want to make you late on my account.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you for any trace of annoyance or anger in your words. Not finding any, he asked: “Are you sure, sweets? I don’t mind waiting for you.”

You nodded, moving on to fill in your eyebrows. “It’s fine, Buck. Go. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I’m ready.” 

He lingered for several long moments, watching as you continued your makeup routine. You noticed him staring and paused contouring to turn to him. “What?” you asked with a small smile, expecting him to make some kind of comment about modern girls and all their makeup.

“Nothing,” he said, though there was a hint of sadness in his gaze. “You just seem… different, that’s all.”

You laughed. “You’ve seen me contour my face plenty of times, Buck. I swear, it’ll look great once I blend it out.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “that’s not what I meant. You just seem… nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Shit. He could feel the distance you’d been building between the two of you. You didn’t want it to be there; you truly didn’t. You simply didn’t know how else to protect yourself. Closing yourself off had been your tried and true defense mechanism since you were eleven years old. 

Making a vow to yourself to get back to where you once were, back to him, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hey,” you said, kissing him softly, “I love you. So much.” You needed to reassure him, to reassure both of you, of the truth of it. 

“Love you, too, sweets,” he said warmly, not letting go of you. You let him hold you, relishing in the feel of him in a way you hadn’t let yourself experience in a bit. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, indicating he had a text. You pulled away and turned back to the mirror. 

“What’s Jade need now?” you asked, feeling the wall building itself back up. There was no anger in your voice, just a kind of resigned acceptance. You glanced up from blending your contour as Bucky checked the screen, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he read her text. 

“She wants to know if I can drive her to Gino’s on my bike,” he said. The way he looked back at you in the mirror almost made you feel ill, as though he were preparing for you to blow up at him. You felt the walls go higher around your heart.

“Well, you better head out then,” you said, focusing on your makeup. “Don’t want her being late for her own party.”

Bucky opened his mouth and then closed it again, as though not sure how to respond to you. Eventually, he said “It’s fine. Tony’s providing cars; she can hitch a ride with everyone else.”

“And deprive her the opportunity to wrap her arms around you?” you laughed. “Come on, Buck, you’re supposed to be giving her a night of good memories here. Don’t disappoint the girl.”

His brow furrowed at your words. In a single step, he was beside you, taking the contouring brush from your hand and turning your shoulders so you were facing him. “Pocket,” he said, licking his lips, “are we… are we okay?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Of course,” you said, taking the brush back from him and moving on to your bronzer and blush. “Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

“You’re just… you seem to be awfully relaxed about the idea of her being on the back of my bike.”

You arched a brow and looked over at him. “Should I not be?” you asked. “Is there a reason for me to be bothered by it?”

Bucky spluttered. “No! Of course not! It’s just…”

“Then I don’t understand what the problem is, Bucky,” you said, getting back to work on your face. His phone buzzed again. “You better go. Sounds like your ‘work wife’ is getting impatient.”

“My work wife? Doll, I don’t… I can’t…” he stammered, at a loss for words.

“Buck,” you said, patting his arm before applying your lip gloss, “it’s fine. Go give Jade a ride. I don’t care, honestly.”

“You… don’t care?” he asked slowly.

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ with your lips. “I really don’t.”

Bucky muttered his goodbyes, promising to see you at the party. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you closed your eyes, gripping the backrest of your vanity chair until your knuckles were white, your fingernails digging crescents into the palms of your hands.

You might have been able to lie to Bucky, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You did care. You still cared very, very much.

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Iron Man (2008)

As mentioned in last post, when I went to Iron Man I literally had no idea that such a superhero existed. (I thought Sherlock Holmes with RDJ came out first but apparently not so I had essentially no knowledge of the actor either.) My friends and I decided to spend the day out at the nearest town big enough to have a book store, craft stores, and a Target, as well as a Drive-In movie theater. I was now a college student and enjoying the freedom of no curfew, rebel that I was. I'm pretty sure the movie prior to Iron Man was the Narnia: Prince Caspian movie. I mention this because I hated that movie. It bastardized the book something awful and after the first movie was so faithful an adaptation, this was incredibly disappointing. However, this meant I was doubly primed to appreciate the awesomeness that Iron Man ended up being. I've watched it a few times since then, but usually as background to something else. I decided for this challenge I did REALLY want to watch the movies/shows. No other distractions- just it. I can take breaks (it took me 3 days to finish Iron Man due to various constraints last week) but when I'm watching, I'm JUST watching.

Here were my takeaways this time

The differences in Terrence Howard's Rhodey and Cheadle's Rhodey are always a bit mind boggling and part of what makes Iron Man feel really different from the later films. We're also just starting MCU so while they aren't LACKING budget, it's not the level it would be later. This doesn't hurt the movie at all for the record, if anything I think it meant the story had to be more well-developed and the actors better.

But this first film has a seriousness and a somberness that most of the other films only flirt with (notable exception being Infinity War of course).

The scene where Tony goes back to help Gulmira, Yinsen's home, and we see the 13 year old boy screaming and crying as his father is pried away from their family, the soldiers clearly planning to execute him and all the other grown men. The young boy tears himself away from his mother to his father, determined to keep him, to save him. His father, begging his son to go, so that he will live even though he knows- he KNOWS he will not. This moment of utter terror made personal just before Tony shows up is incredible and all the more so when put into historical context. The U.S. was still in Afghanistan and Iraq at this time and it was easy for citizens here to paint everyone in those areas with the same brush. But in this moment you CAN'T. You HAVE to see the family ripped apart right alongside the terrorists and be forced to realize that race, ethnicity, language don't make terrible people- actions do.

A common criticism of Marvel movies is they don't let a moment sit- that they always break a serious moment with a joke. But this one doesn't do that. There are multiple heavy moments- after Yinsen's death for one and when Pepper nearly quits (because she can't watch Tony self-sabotage and possibly die) and he tells her:

"I shouldn't be alive... unless it was for a reason. I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right."

This moment sits between them so clearly, so starkly and it is not ended with a joke, but with Pepper grabbing the flashdrive and asking what to do. (Thinking back, I'm wondering how many of those MCU "broken" moments are by Tony. He's the one uncomfortable with emotion. Him breaking those moments with humor is actually 100% in character. Something to pay attention to as I watch.)

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, some of the key themes of this movie just strike to the heart.

Death from a distance is easy to ignore or even be complicit in, but death up close rips us apart. Tony sold weapons that he knew took lives for years but it wasn't until he watched Yinsen die that I think he really understands what that means. Yes, his parents had died before but he wasn't THERE, he didn't SEE it. This death, this is the one that makes him really know what it means.

You don't have to change everything to be a better person. Tony is still self-centered. He still likes attention. He's still arrogant and as we will see next movie, open to playing the field as Pepper and him haven't committed. But not only has he stopped being complicit in the deaths of the innocent, he's taken on the mantle of protecting them.

Lastly, who the good guys are is largely a matter of perspective. This obviously gets hit harder again in Ultron (oh that glorious train wreck- I'm looking forward to writing about you), but it matters here. Tony was fine manufacturing weapons because he assumed he was supporting the "good guys", the 'Muricans. But not only was Obadiah dirty dealing, he is forced to learn the good guys aren't always as discriminatory with their weapon use as they purport to be. That it's easy to start painting with broad brushstrokes in areas where precision is actually called for.

Overall I'm really glad I PAID attention to this one this round. The grittiness and the depth really hit the way they did the first time or even more so. Onward to The Incredible Hulk, even though it's only semi-canon now.

Note for me:

Directed by: Jon Favreau

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Unbreakable

Chapter 6

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: talks about sexual assault/rape, domestic violence, gunshot wound, blood, fluff, lil bit of angst,

A/N: I love these two so much. I'm going to start doing some time jumps on this series soon so be ready for that.

Series Masterlist

“Today isn’t a good day for me. It would have been my fifth year anniversary with my ex if he hadn’t disappeared during the blip.” You share in the group. “If he hadn’t disappeared, who knows what would have happened to me. He was literally about to kill me when he turned to dust. I’m not sure why I feel so sad about it. I don’t think sad is the right word, I don’t miss him at all. My life is better now. ” 

Mervin sits up and rests his head on your lap. His big eyes tracking your movements.

“I guess I’m just overwhelmed because I know what he would have done today. He would’ve beat me until I could barely move, then dragged me to bed and forced me to have sex and when he was satisfied he’d make me get up and make him something to eat. If I cried or tried to fight him, he’d just say how ungrateful I was for not appreciating that he was spending time with me. So now that he’s not here I know I don’t have to worry about it but I feel like I have to look over my shoulder today to make sure he doesn’t show up out of nowhere. I know it doesn’t make sense but I can’t shake the feeling.” 

The other people in the group nod in understanding. This was the first time you’d shared in the group but the date was one of the worst you had to live through. You needed to talk about it and hoped that with time it would get easier. Lisa sat next to you and she extended a hand for you to take which you did. Giving her a grateful smile as she squeezed your hand in order to give her some comfort. 

“These last few months have been interesting to say the least. I am learning self defense and it’s helped a lot. A good friend of mine recommended it.” You look at Lisa. “I've made new friends because of it too. I hadn’t had a friend in so long so it’s nice to have someone to share life’s ups and downs with. But I’m having more good days than bad days and I take that as a win.”

Your mind went straight to Steve. Although the last few weeks have felt like a little more than just a friendship blossoming between the two of you. It was all still new and you weren’t sure if you were ready for a real relationship yet but it was nice to have a deeper connection with someone. 

“I guess that’s everything for me, for now at least.” 

Someone else started talking but your mind was elsewhere by then. Steve had been on a mission along with Nat and Rhodey so you hadn’t heard from him in a few days. That added to your stress. Fortunately Lisa was with you so you weren’t completely alone. 

Once the meeting is done you and Lisa walk out arm in arm and head toward a nearby cafe. Your phone vibrates and you grab it to check your messages. 

“Oh no.” You mutter as you type.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I have to go Lisa, I’m so sorry to cut this short.” You respond as you begin to walk back out of the cafe. “I’ll make it up to you I promise.” 

You rushed through the double doors and into the waiting room. Nat and Rhodey, who you met during one of your training sessions, were sitting side by side. 

“What happened?” You asked once you got closer. “Are you guys ok?” 

“We’re fine.” 

“You don’t look fine Nat. Has anyone checked either of you for injuries?” 

“They will in a minute. Come sit.” She pats the empty chair next to her. 

While you sit beside her Marvin rests his head on her lap. His big eyes look up at her with concern until Nat starts to pet him. 

“He’ll be fine.” She says after a moment. “He heals quickly, there were just a few injuries they had to patch up to help the process along.” 

“Of course. What about you, Rhodey?” 

“Suit took most of the damage. These are just some scratches.” 

“Ok good.” You smile at him. 

For the next few hours the three of you wait. You talk to a nurse to get Nat some help and walk Marvin. Then when you’re seated again you can’t help but fidget and fuss over Nat and Rhodey. Your leg bounces and you play with Marvin’s leash or pet his head. During that time Nat tells you that she was up against a few guys at the same time. Steve jumped in to help and one of them had a machine gun. Steve’s solution was to use his body as a shield and protect Nat.

“Rogers?” A surgeon calls out from a set of doors on the opposite side of the room. 

You, Nat and Rhodey immediately stand up and head toward him. 

“He’s out of surgery, everything is looking good. He’s heavily sedated but someone should be out to escort you up to his room. Only one person at a time for now.” 

You all thank him and then you turn to the two people next to you. 

“Why don’t you guys go home? You need the rest and I can stay here. I’ll text you once he’s awake and keep you updated.” You suggest.

Rhodey and Nat look at each other and silently agree. 

“Ok but at the first sign of any kind of trouble you call Rhodey first. He can get here faster.” Nat says. “Also there’ll be a cop at his door, it’s just a precaution so that people don’t try and take pictures or do something while Steve is asleep.” 

“Ok.” You nod. “Go get some rest, you deserve it.” 

Nat gives you a quick hug and then Rhodey helps her out. She’s definitely in more pain than she lets on. A nurse walks out and calls for you to follow her up to the room Steve has been moved to. 

****

You aren’t sure what time it is or how long you’ve been asleep. All you know is that something is moving against your hand. Then you remember where you are and you bolt up straight. Your glasses are crooked since you didn’t take them off before you fell asleep. In a quick motion you fix them and look at Steve to find him awake. He’s giving you a lopsided and hazy smile. 

“Hey,” you say as you move to sit at the edge of the bed. One hand takes the one that was holding yours and the other moves to push the hair that fell onto his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel s’good.” 

You giggle at his slurred speech. 

“You’re really hopped up on meds.” 

“S’kay. It’s like before.” Steve says as he blinks slowly at you.

“Like before? You mean before the serum?” 

“Mmhmm. Used to be sick all the time.” 

“Well that explains so much. But you won’t be like this for long.” 

“Ok.” 

You take a moment to call the nurse and a few minutes later someone comes in to check up on Steve. Seeing that he’s awake they stop the meds so that his body can flush them out. It doesn’t take long, about fifteen minutes in Steve is more lucid.

“Where’s Nat?” He asks as he looks around the room. 

He sees Marvin itching to get up on the bed and he pats the bed. Marvin happily jumps up and makes himself comfortable, relishing in the attention he’s getting from Steve. The two have bonded over the last few weeks, especially on the long runs they take. 

“I told her to go rest. But she knows you’re ok.” You wave your phone to let him know you’re texting her. “I made sure she got checked out by someone before she left though.” 

“Ok, good.”

With a sigh Steve lays his head back and closes his eyes. Although the medication is mostly out of his system he’s still feeling some of the effects. You watch him and then sit back down beside the bed, taking his hand in the process. 

“Thank you for being here.” He says and you look up to find him looking at you again. 

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do, you don’t have to spend your time with me, yet here you are.” He smiles at you.

“I want to spend my time with you. Besides I was worried sick when Nat messaged me. I know you did it to protect her but never ever do that again.” You try to sound stern but the worry comes through. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to stay safe on these missions.”

You both sit in silence for a while. Steve’s thumb moves back and forth over your hand. Overall it’s comforting to be there with him after having missed him for the last few days. Slowly you start nodding off, it had been a very emotionally draining day for you after all. 

“Why don’t you go home? You shouldn’t be here so uncomfortable because of me.” 

“It’s so late.” You mumble. “I’d rather stay here, it’s safer.” 

“Then get up here. I’m not having you sleep on a chair.” 

Steve moves to give you some space but you end up draped over most of him. He doesn’t mind one bit and honestly neither do you. This isn’t the first time it happened, both of you sharing a bed. Hopefully it won’t be the last either. Slowly the two of you drift off to sleep. There’s no place safer than in each other’s arms. 

“Sit.” You gently push Steve toward his bed at the compound. 

“I’m not Marvin. You can’t just give me commands.” He chuckles as he moves towards his bed.

“You were shot multiple times, you need rest. And you’re right you’re not Marvin. He listens the first time I tell him to do something.” 

 “There, happy?”  Steve says as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, maybe you deserve a treat.” 

Steve throws his head back and laughs. “Do I get to choose?” 

“I’ll think about it. Now go get comfortable.”

“You’re so bossy.” 

You shrug a shoulder as you move around Steve’s room. His uniform was in your hand and you could see the bullet holes and blood. You must have been staring down at it for longer than you realized because Steve is standing in front of you and pulling the uniform out of your hands. 

“Hey,” Steve sets the uniform aside and cups your face so that you’d look at him. He was surprised to see tears in your eyes. “I’m fine. I’m right here with you.” 

You try to blink back the tears as you grip the front of his hoodie. It’s been a few short weeks but having Steve in your life made it better. He was a strong yet gentle presence in your life. He’d provided comfort when he didn’t have too. So to lose him would be devastating.

“When I got that message, I was so scared.” You say in a whisper, the lump in your throat making it difficult to talk. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” 

Steve kisses the top of your head as you wrap your arms around his midsection. You cry against Steve’s chest while he reassures you that he’s not going anywhere. 

“Now you really deserve a treat for dealing with my tears.” You joke as you pull away. 

“I’d deal with your tears whenever you’d need me to. No treat needed.” 

You smile. “Go lay down. I’m gonna check up on Nat and Rhodey.”

**** 

Rhodey was fine, like he said his suit took most of the damage. Nat is who you were worried about. You had a tray with some food and tea you’d seen her make before. With a soft knock you walk into the office she’d been using. 

“How are you feeling today?” You ask as you set the tray down. 

“Good.” 

“Please don’t lie to me. The doctor said you had some cracked ribs and I know they’re painful.” 

Nat looks up at you, sorrow darkens her green eyes for just a moment. 

“You’re right. Everything hurts but I can’t stop working.” 

You just nod in understanding. 

“Well I won’t take up any of your time, unless you want to talk. Just wanted to bring you something and some pain meds.” 

Nat smiles as she looks over what you’ve brought, all of her favorites. 

“Thanks. How’s Rogers doing?” 

“He’s fine. I’m making him rest.” 

“And he’s following orders?” Nat raises an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, I think if I cry he’d do what I ask.” You chuckle.

“He’d do what you ask no matter what.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Y/N, have you really not noticed his feelings for you?” 

You took the empty seat across from Nat and just stared at her.

“I’ll preface this by saying Steve would absolutely never do anything you don’t want. He’s never going to push you or make you uncomfortable and he’d only be your friend if you decide you don’t ever want a relationship. But it’s safe to say he cares about you deeply. I know you’ve only known each other a few weeks but trust me when I say he’s smitten.” Nat gives you a soft smile. “I think it’s safe to say you feel the same way.” 

You aren’t sure what to say. Sure there were some feelings or something there. But to have someone else point it out was eye opening. Were the two of you that oblivious? 

“I d-don’t-” 

“Just think about it but I think it’s a conversation you should have sooner rather than later. If you know you don’t want a relationship with him don’t string him along. Steve’s been through a lot and I don’t think he could take another heartbreak.” 

“I would never do that.” You shake your head. 

“I know. I also want you to know that I’d like to see you happy too. Steve’s a good man and you’re good for each other. Just think about it before you make a decision.” 

You nod and get up. “I’m gonna go check up on him.” 

“Ok. And thanks for this.” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

When you get back to Steve’s room you notice he’s asleep. Marvin lays at his side but wags his tail lazily when he sees you. 

“Wanna go for a walk Marv?” You whisper.

Marvin’s head shoots up at the mention of a walk and he happily gets off Steve’s bed. With leash in hand you set to take a walk out and around the compound. You took the opportunity to call Lisa who had messaged you a few times to see if you were ok. 

The phone rings a few times before she picks up.

“Hey Y/N, are you ok? You left me a bit worried yesterday.” She says.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just that my friend Steve was hurt while on the job and was taken to the hospital.”

“Hhmm, and you rushed out to see him.” You can hear the teasing in her voice. “He seems pretty special if he has you running around like that.” 

You fluster even though you can’t see her. But you can just see her face and the mischievous glint in her eyes. 

“I imagine that you’re still in the hospital. Need me to get you anything?” 

“No it’s ok, he was released this morning. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” 

“Is everything ok? Are you safe?” 

“Yes,” you smile at her genuine concern. It was nice to have friends that cared about your well-being. “I just need some advice.”

“Oh, ok. Well I’m all ears.” 

“So for the last few weeks I’ve been thinking that there has been something happening between me and Steve.” 

“Like romantic feelings are blossoming?” 

“Yes and today a mutual friend told me how much he cares about me but that he would never pressure me into a relationship or anything.”

“And the question is?” Lisa asks as you continue to ramble.

“How did you know that you were ready to be in a relationship?” 

“Well that’s different for everyone. For me I just knew that I felt safe with my partner. I mean I also had those butterflies whenever I saw her. I missed her when she wasn’t around and I couldn’t wait to see her again.” 

“Yeah, sounds about right. I'm just not sure. What if he doesn’t like me when he sees how messed up I truly am.”

“If you’re not ready then, you’re not ready. If he really wants to be with you he’ll wait. And when you’re ready you should tell him about what happened, only if you’re ready.”

“You’re right. If he brings it up I’ll just tell him. Everything.” 

“Do what’s best for you. When you’re ready for a relationship you’ll know.” 

“Thanks Lisa. I’m so glad you’re in my life.” 

“Right back at you, hun. Let me know how it goes.”

“I will. Bye.” 

****

You get back to Steve's room just as he opens his door. He gives you a sleepy smile.

“I was wondering where my nap buddy went.” 

“Just took him for a walk.” You look down at Marvin with a smile. “Were you heading out?” 

“No. I was just going to get my mission report to work on it and stay in bed.”

“Oh ok. I’ll let you get to it, I should probably go home anyways.” 

“Wait, don't go. We can still spend some time together. Only if you want of course.” He gives you a hopeful smile. 

“Yeah, I’d like to stay.”

“Good.” Steve moves aside to let you into his room. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Once Steve leaves you walk back to the room you’ve been given at the compound to change into something more comfortable and get your book. You head back to Steve’s room and sit with your back to the headboard.

While waiting for Steve to get back you get lost in the book you’re reading so you don’t notice Steve standing in the doorway. He smiles and watches you for just a moment. You’re comfortable in his space and he never realized how much that meant to him until now. Even if he didn’t mean to, Steve can’t help but fall for you. If you asked him for the world he’d give it to you. Really he’d do anything to see the smile you give him when you look up from your book. 

“Everything ok?” 

“Yeah.” Steve moves to his side of the bed. “Everything’s ok. What are you reading?” 

You flip the book so that Steve could see the cover of your favorite book. One you reread multiple times.

“It’s my favorite.”

“I can see that it’s loved.” He says referring to how worn the spine is and the little notes on the margin. 

“It is.” 

You smile up at Steve before turning back to the book. Steve gets his file and starts writing out what you assume is his report. He’d put on some soft music, specifically something from the 30’s he’d recommend before. 

You rest your head against Steve’s shoulder. “I really like you Steve.” Your voice was low but you knew he heard you and you couldn’t help but look up at him. 

He simply turned his head and smiled down at you and placed a kiss on your forehead. Steve closed his file folder and set it on his nightstand.

“Done already?” 

“No but the report can wait another day.” 

“Why?” 

Steve smiles again before he replies. “Because I really like you too and I’d much rather spend my time with you. I had to learn the hard way to prioritize who and what’s important to me before it’s too late. I don’t plan to make that same mistake again.”

The butterflies are there. How could they not be when Steve looks at you as if you’re hung the moon and the stars, which you’d do if he asked you too. He snakes his arm around your waist and you feel safe in his arms. 

“Should we watch something off our list?” He asks as he grabs the tv remote. 

“That sounds good.” You say as you place the bookmark back in its place and set the book on the nightstand.

Marvin gets up on the bed and turns in circles until he finds the perfect spot. This was a slice of heaven for you. The safe haven you’d been looking for when you’d thought hope was lost. Now your feelings for each other are out in the open. Surprisingly it puts you at ease to know your feelings were reciprocated. Whatever happens next you knew it would be a step in the right direction.

Ch. 7

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The Sinner and the Saint Ch 1

Pairing: Mafia!Boss Bucky x f! reader

A/N- Deep breath. Promised myself I would jump and publish this today, so here we go. This is a completely different story than any of the others I’ve written. Please read all warnings before proceeding- this is not the universe you’re used to me writing in if you’re familiar with my other stories. THIS IS NSFW, REPEAT, THIS IS NSFW. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THE WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER OR THE STORY. It’s my first time publishing anything in this world, let’s see what happens. There is a lot of world-building in this chapter, just hang with me, okay? And for the record- I fully support anyone who chooses to use their body in whatever industry they choose. You do you, babe, and I love you for it.  

Warnings for this chapter: f! reader, reader is an exotic dancer, some slight angst, swearing, fake names. 

Story Warnings: Mafia Boss Bucky and all that comes with that, and a lot of smut, slow burn relationship. Reader has a pet name that she will primarily be referred to as through the story, but there will be a moment of Y/N. 

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Chapter 1

Flash ‘em that sweet, seductive smile....and done. Music fades- thank god. 

The crowd went nuts. You turned like you were going to exit, stopping to slip your thumb along the side seam of the tiny black lace thong you were wearing- just about all you were left wearing at this point- and a downpour of dollar bills fluttered onto the stage as the roaring of the crowd grew. It technically wasn’t against the rules to make them THINK you were going to take the thong off- just as long as you didn’t actually do it- and it always got you more tips. C’est la vie. You fluttered your fingers over your shoulder as Rhodey announced your stage name again over the mic, and you made your exit to uproarious applause. 

You managed to suppress your eye roll until you were back behind the shimmery silver mylar curtain. Sprite the stage hand darted out to gather your clothes and tips as the lights dimmed over the runway you had just vacated. You snatched the robe you had left on the hook back there and quickly covered up. It had been just your luck to draw the short straw tonight and have to perform to “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. You used to like that song, but ever since you had to take this job, you’d come to hate it. All the women who worked here hated the song. They heard it every freaking shift. But there was something about it that just made their clients go feral. So every night, someone had to dance to it, and tonight had been your unlucky night. 

You stretched your neck from side to side, trying to keep the frustration inwards and off your face. You’d been told many times by the other girls that you wore your heart on your sleeve. You’d always been a highly emotional person, acting on your feelings first. So you worked doubly hard to keep up the smile while you were onstage. The girls who smiled and played nice always made more money. And god knows you needed that money. 

You had moved to New York City with the same big dreams every kid in the midwest had. You were going to be a professional dancer. Maybe in the ballet, maybe a Rockette, maybe on Broadway. You didn’t care where- you just wanted to dance. You’d thrown your life into training since the age of four, taking any and every class you possibly could. You’d placed top of your rank in competitions, gotten leads in your school recitals and musicals, even gotten a scholarship- nothing could stop you. Except the harsh realities of trying to be a working performer in New York. 

That’s how you ended up at Voulez Vous two weeks ago. They were advertising for specialty “dancers” and you had been desperate, not having had a gig in at least a month with rent being very much due. Voulez Vous was the most upscale strip club in New York City. Much to your surprise, you’d loved it instantly. This place was fantastic. Clean, professional, positive work environment. A lot nicer than some of the other dancing gigs you’d gotten. Taking off your clothes wasn’t that big of a deal to you, especially after some of your...past extracurricular activities. And you still got to dance here- after a fashion. 

They treated each other wonderfully. Most of the other girls were friendly and sweet. Natasha Romanoff was the best boss you’d ever had; kind, loyal, but firm and no nonsense when she needed to be. The pay was incredible, not to mention the tips. It was the only way you were surviving in New York while still trying to go on as many auditions as possible. The late nights of your job made it a challenge, but you were determined. So you put on a carefully crafted and seductive smile every night, pretended you were onstage at Radio City Music Hall, and danced your heart out while dropping your clothes on the stage. So your dreams had to change a little; you could do this. 

But it didn’t change the fact that dancing to ‘Cherry Pie’ still SUCKED. 

Just as you angrily tied the sash of your robe, Gamora came up to you, a sympathetic smile on her face. She held out a bottle of water to you. “Thanks,” you said, trying to force the fake smile back on your face. Gamora and you had become close over the past two weeks- she was sarcastic and sweet, with a fierceness that you could only envy. 

She huffed a kind laugh at your attempt to hide your feelings about getting saddled with ‘Cherry Pie’. “Sorry that you ended up stuck with that song tonight, but girl, you KILLED it,” she said, taking off her own robe and hanging it on the hook yours had just recently occupied. “You have got to teach me that leg thing you do. They are losing their damn minds every time you pull that out.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s becoming my signature move,” you said, a little proudly, trying to keep up the smile. “I wasn’t sure where to throw it in- did it work on that high note part?”

“God, that was perfect timing. You nailed it, baby. And now, just think! You’re out of the drawing pool on that song for at least a week!”

That cheered you up instantly, causing you to actually smile. She grinned back. “Atta girl,” she said, gently slugging you on the shoulder. “Listen, rumor has it there’s a new round of dancer auditions over at Zemo Studios in a couple days. You should totally go.” Before you could say anything, Rhodey announced Gamora’s number. “Thank me later,” she hissed with a grin before bursting her way through the silver mylar curtain to loud cheers. 

You shook your head, but couldn’t help smiling. Gamora was always looking out for you, even on those days where you weren’t so great at looking after yourself. Sprite came hustling offstage, narrowly avoiding Gamora and handing you a wad of crumpled bills. “Here you go, Miss Angel,” she said with her typical mischievous grin. She looked like she was about twelve and straight out of Neverland, but Natasha had assured you she was overage and just incredibly genetically lucky. You smiled, peeled off a ten, and handed it to her. Sprite’s grin grew- you always tipped her well.

“Thank you Sprite,” you said quietly, then made your way back to the dressing rooms. You were so focused on turning the bills the correct way and putting them in monetary order that you nearly ran right into your boss. 

“Whoa,” Natasha said, grabbing you by the shoulders so you didn’t collide. You looked up quickly, nervous. “Where’s the fire, babe?”

“Oh shit, sorry Ms. Romanoff,” you gasped, both from the surprise and the immediate guilt welling up in you. You should have been watching where you were going, idiot, you hissed at yourself. You nearly plowed your boss over, moron. What if she thought you were intentionally being rude or disrespectful or-

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” Natasha laughed, trying to calm the panic on your face. She knew that you were still nervous after only being here two weeks. She rubbed your arms kindly. “And please- call me Natasha, okay? I promise it’s alright.”

“Right. Sorry. Again.”

“No problem. C’mere, I have something I need to tell you,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder to the dressing rooms. You tried not to be nervous- the boss wanting to talk to you mid shift never seemed like a good thing, but Natasha was cool as a cucumber, so it couldn’t be anything that bad, right? You followed the petite red head into the small dressing area. As soon as the door was closed, she immediately turned to face you. 

“Okay, I know you’re still new here, and I don’t want to freak you out, but...you’ve got a booking in the VIP Champagne Room. Right now.” 

Your heart stopped. Oh god. The Champagne Room. You knew the club had a whole section of them but you had never been booked in one yet. Your nerves went into overdrive and turned your veins to ice. 

Natasha took the wad of money out of your hand and sat you down in front of the dressing room mirror. She began delicately fixing your hair and your makeup from all the hair tossing and sweating you’d done during your number. 

“Trust me, honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s not nearly as bad as what you’re thinking, okay? I know the guy, you’re going to be safe with him. Just...try to make a good impression, alright? He’s a frequent flyer around here. He does this with all the new girls. He likes to introduce himself, and talk to you a bit. He just wants to get to know you and make sure you’re doing okay. That’s it.”

“Uh huh,” you said faintly, staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to will the nerves away as she pulled you out of your seat, and draped a sheer lace wrap dress around your body. “Just...get to know me?” you asked quietly, hoping she’d understand what you were trying to imply. She stopped and faced you with a gentle smile, knowing you needed reassurance right now.

“The rules for the Champagne Room are always in place, no matter who it is,” Natasha said firmly, taking your ice cold hands in her warm ones. You vaguely noticed that her hands were a bit calloused- surprising on such a quiet, gentle person- but your brain was much more occupied with what she was saying. “They keep all their junk in their pants at all times. They are not allowed to touch without your consent. You can take anything- ANYTHING- you want to off, but only if YOU want to. They can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to do more while you’re in there, that’s your choice, and yours alone. But you are not required to. Consent is still alive and well in my clubs, and always will be, thank you very much,” she added with a little grumble at the end before letting you go and draping a fake diamond necklace around your neck.

You knew it was true. At least 3 people got tossed out every night for touching or trying to touch the performers. No one touched Natasha’s girls without their say-so. “And,” she added, as she touched up your lip gloss. “Fury will be right outside the door. If you need him, you just say the code word and he’s in the room with you immediately. But you won’t need him. Like I said, I know this guy. He wants to talk and that’s it. I swear. So just be your good girl self, and you’ll walk out of that room in one hour with more money than God.”

Before you were even close to ready, you found yourself outside the pale pink door marked ‘VIP’, Natasha whispering encouraging things in your ear that you barely heard. This was the most luxurious of the rooms in the place, so whoever it was definitely did have money, like Natasha said. You tried to remember that this was apparently a ‘thing’ for whoever this was, and tried to banish the self-hating thoughts about why anyone would pay so much money just to spend time with you. The fake diamond crusted Fuck-Me Heels you were wearing gave you confidence; fake confidence, but hell, you’d take anything you could get right now. You took a deep breath, reached out, and turned the gold door knob. You entered the room. 

And your heart began to beat in a way it never had before. 

Sitting on the expensive blue velvet chaise lounge, nursing a tumbler of bourbon, was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen in your life. The deep, ocean blue eyes caught yours immediately. Neither one of you moved as you locked gazes. His dark brown hair was cut short, nearly buzzed on the sides, with just enough on top for you someone to run your their fingers through. There was no hint of stubble on his jaw (that could clearly cut glass- it was that defined), like he’d just shaved. He was wearing an off-white suit with a black shirt, patterned with gold. His left ankle was propped up on his right knee, patiently waiting. His black leather-gloved fingers were gracefully curled around his glass, and his eyes stayed locked on yours as he slowly brought it to his sculpted and expressive mouth. After a long sip, he set the glass down on a crystal coaster sitting on the table next to him. And he gave you a seductive smile.

“Good evening, Miss Angel,” he said. The timbre of his voice made you want to both melt and snap to attention, all at the same time. There was something so...intriguing about his tone. Dominant. The notes of his voice that said this wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with, but...something more too. Something deeper. Something that made you want to melt to your knees and  bow at his feet, but prove yourself too. It was the strangest dichotomy. And you couldn’t figure it out right now- you were too busy gaping at him. “And how are you tonight?”

Suddenly remembering that you were at work and here to do a job, you recovered your own seductive smile immediately, although it was nowhere as near panty-dropping as his was. “I’m wonderful, thank you,” you purred demurely, causing the corner of his mouth to pull up. Good. He wasn’t entirely immune to your charms either. “And how are you, Mr....?”

The gorgeous man brought a gloved finger up to his lips for a moment, rubbing them as if he was thinking. He looked over at his tumbler of bourbon. “Nick,” he finally said. 

“Just Nick?” you asked shyly, determined to stay on the right foot with this guy, no matter how mind-numbingly hot he was. He grinned as he stood up, and looked back at you. 

“Ol’ Nick, if you want the full name.”

“Ol’ Nick?” you repeated in disbelief. There was no way this man was what anyone could consider “old”. 

“Yup. Ol’ Nick. Like the devil. Figured since you were “Angel”, I’d give you a name that matched yours. A...worthy adversary, if you will,” he said, one eyebrow bobbing up in a challenging way. 

A challenge. Hm. That sparked something in you. 

“How kind of you,” you said, letting your eyes twinkle at his mischievously. “I love a worthy adversary.” The corners of his gorgeous lips pulled up even more, seeing that you were playing along. “So what can I do for you, Nick?”

To Be Continued....

Chapter 2

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Stevetony Weekly - February 25 - Week 8

I read so many fics this week! Take a look and make sure to leave a comment & kudos for the fic you’ve read! 

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Make It Rain by copperbadge 

Steve Rogers is SO DONE with global warming.

Thems by copperbadge

Steve discovers a secret simulation on the game server.

Lead and I'll Follow by Woad 

Under orders, Captain Rogers prepares for a gala by taking dance lessons. He's not sure how Fury persuaded Adventurer Tony Stark to give said lessons, though.

For comm prompt: For one night, Steve and Tony try to forget there's a war going on as they slow dance, alone in a cozy room.

acceptable alien behaviours by brucewaynery

Tony stares in disbelief as their golden retriever puppy, Dodger, flies, honest-to-god flies towards Loki.

(aliens)

The Great American Road Trip by SmileAndASong

“You know, when you said you were going to take me on a romantic vacation, I sort of thought the transportation was going to be…well, not this,” Tony said, gawking at the monstrous RV in front of him because, wow, it sure was a sight to behold and definitely not in a good way.

[AKA, Steve coerces Tony into taking a cross-country road trip]

jock-speak by brucewaynery

Steve, as with everything, dances gracefully, with the control and precision Tony's seen on the football pitch. It's enchanting, watching him fly across the dance floor, oblivious to the world, Tony's never been more in love.

(slow dancing, happy steve bingo)

ruining my plans by tinystark616 

Steve likes to wake up in the morning and go for a run. This morning, Tony has other ideas.

Relinquish command by Arwen88

Steve comes back after a mission guilt-ridden and needs Tony to help him out clear his mind.

lay your pretty head down by meidui

He knows this is what vulnerability looks like with Steve: rolling over and showing him where it hurts, letting Tony look past the polite, authoritative demeanor he puts on around everyone else and admitting where he's soft and weak and craves affection.

Peaches for Daddy by darefanny

”Jesus”, Tony said, obviously impressed. ”Okay. What do you want, sweetheart?”

Steve didn’t miss a beat. He let Tony’s finger fall out of his mouth, kissing the side of his palm instead.

”I want daddy to take care of me”, he said, staring at Tony from under his long lashes.

Don't You Want Me? by KandiSheek 

Steve and Tony's relationship is new enough that they're still keeping it under wraps. Which is why it's supremely awkward when Tony has to fend off Steve's drunken advances in front of the rest of the team. Apparently their relationship isn't going to be a secret for long.

Headfirst Into Danger by KandiSheek

Steve takes a bullet for Tony. Tony doesn't appreciate it in the slightest.

Team Building Activities by valtyr 

Fury's a beautiful princess. Clint's plotting a Communist revolution. Rhodey's not sexy. Wall-E's not a documentary. Clint's not gay but he does give a great blowjob. This fic is not an AU.

I Know There is Comfort Where We Overlap by jellybeanforest 

As a relic of a bygone era, Steve struggles with feelings of isolation and severe depression made worse by his recent breakup with Jan Pym. He secretly hooks up with random strangers chasing a sense of connection with someone, anyone. Things are going (not) well when he and fellow Ultimate, Iron Man, are tasked with infiltrating a Thai resort serving as a front for illegal arms dealing. Only catch: They must go undercover as a married couple on their honeymoon.

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.fairytale of new york | three.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 3532

warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

a/n: not me adding in a little smut based on one of my actual fantasies (sex in a library honestly sounds like a dream to me).

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Bucky

Bucky was in an impossible position. His career had always been the most important thing to him, that was why he hadn’t had a relationship in nearly six years. It was the only thing he had ever focused on, always telling himself that everything else can wait. There had never been a point where he’d ever questioned his priority before. But now? Now he had a problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The girl that had fallen into his lap when he had least expected it. The way that their encounter had occurred, the way that the coincidences seemed to simply pile up, made him think that it was something more. He felt drawn to her in a way that he’d never had with any other girl before. Her words spoken in the bar that very first night played on a loop in his brain during his waking hours, and the sight of her face as he brought her to finish on his tongue haunted his dreams each night.

He tried not to think about her, tried to avoid her. He kept himself distracted with work, with his colleagues, but every time he received a piece of work with her name written at the top in curled cursive letters, his mind snapped back to those memories.

He really was in trouble, but not in the way that he had originally thought. Not because there was the chance of them getting caught, but instead because he actually wanted to get to know her. Because he could see himself reading late at night with her cuddled up to his side. Because he could imagine waking her up in the morning with a kiss, making pancakes for her whilst she sat on the counter beside him with a cup of coffee, wearing his t-shirt from the night before.

It made no sense; he barely knew this girl. Sure, they’d had two incredible moments of intimacy together, moments that he would cherish, but he didn’t really know anything about her, besides the fact that she liked to read and that she wanted to be a writer some day. How could he possibly be feeling something for her already, even if it was miniscule.

“James.” The voice pulled Bucky out of his thoughts, and as he glanced up from his morning coffee he found Rhodey, one of the professors that worked under him in the English Department, taking a seat at the table that Bucky had found himself at during his lunch break.

“Rhodey,” he smiled. “Sorry, I was in my own little world there. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Rhodey explained. “Do you have a student named Y/N?”

Y/N

Days passed by, which quickly turned into weeks. You found yourself getting into the swing of college, the nerves that you had felt upon first arriving now long gone. You had finally met all of your roommates, from the quiet and slightly moody MJ who was studying Biology, eccentric and slightly clumsy Kate who was studying Art, and finally Shuri, who had an incredible mind according to her professor, Professor Stark, Head of Physics.

Ever since that moment in Bucky’s office so many weeks ago you had kept your distance from him. You often found yourself sitting at the very back of the lecture hall for your three lectures per week, hid behind your laptop refusing to make eye contact, and went to Professor Rhodes, another professor in the English department if you had any questions about the material. Whilst Professor Rhodes seemed rather confused as to why you would go to him and not your own professor, he was always happy to help.

You were doing well in your classes, and had become close with Yelena and Wanda, who still remained your favourite people on campus. You did everything that you could to distract yourself from him, but nothing seemed to quell the aching that you had for him. It was like nothing you had experienced for a man before, and there ultimately seemed to be no stopping it.

When you had seen him in line at a coffee shop near campus one afternoon you had rushed out of the door without him even seeing you, trying desperately to swallow down the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. You’d caught him one morning outside of the lecture hall laughing happily with a red-headed professor, one that you recognized from Kate’s course brochure as the head of the Art department, Professor Romanoff. He had his head swung back in raucous laughter at something she had said, and you couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy that rang through your chest at the sight. You had rushed home and emailed in sick that day.

No problem, Y/N. Are you ok? Do you need anything? Let me know - Bucky.

That had been the only correspondence you’d had with him since that day in his office. He had signed it Bucky, an email from his work address, and a small moment of panic came to you, but passed quickly when you double checked and realised that he had replied from his personal account instead.

Around three days after that you found yourself in the school library. Professor Rhodes had suggested the day before that an extracurricular analysis of one of your favourite books was a great way to hone your skills, so you had taken his advice and begun work on it. He had advised handing it into ‘Professor Barnes’ for extra credit but you couldn’t bear the thought of having to speak to him face-to-face again, even if you knew that it would happen eventually.

‘To the Lighthouse’ is Woolf’s most autobiographical work of fiction, drawing on her own childhood and family experiences in the 1890s and early 1900s.

You wrote quickly and carefully, your fingers running over the keys of your laptop as if it were muscle memory. ‘To the Lighthouse’ your favourite book, the copy on the table beside you the same one you’d had since a child, filled with annotations and highlights.

Note that the title, ‘To the Lighthouse’ could suggest a journey steadily progressing towards an end goal, but what the novel actually gives us is a narrative in which that journey ‘to the lighthouse’ is delayed until the end of the novel.

You took a sip of your tea, still hot from the shop on the corner of campus, checking back to the book to compare your notes to your analysis. It was dark in the library, late in the evening, and quiet, with few students still there studying due to the lateness of the hour. But this was where you were happiest, the most at peace.

In the final section, pointedly titled ‘The Lighthouse’, the preposition is dropped, but has the trip to the lighthouse really been achieved? It has, with the lighthouse simply resembling the goals that the children have for the future, not a tangible lighthouse to visit.

“Still working so late?”

It was a familiar voice that pulled you away from your work, away from the words of Virginia Woolf and back to reality. You swallowed but your throat was already dry from the thought of seeing him. Slowly you turned, coming face-to-face with Bucky. He was wearing a button-up shirt under a dark-blue blazer, a laptop bag draped over his shoulder, a pile of papers in his arms. He looked good - he always did.

“Just some extracurricular work,” you explained with a shrug. “Someone told me that it would be a good way to keep myself on track with my work, and maybe get some extra credit while I’m at it.”

He took a step forward, bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Would that someone be Professor Rhodes?”

He slowly moved forward again until he was standing beside you by the desk.

“How did you know about that?” You asked slowly, your thumbs fiddling with each other in your lap awkwardly, nervously.

“We work in the same department, Y/N. You think he wouldn’t tell me that one of my students has been going to him for advice instead of me?” He pointed out, and you had to admit it made a lot of sense. You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky beat you to it. “I get it, I really do. And if that’s what you have to do to feel more…comfortable, then I’m ok with that.”

You frowned, taking in the words that he had just said, letting their meaning sink in. He thought that you were more comfortable around Professor Rhodes because of everything that had transpired between you and Bucky.

“You think you make me uncomfortable?” You asked slowly, looking up at him. He shuffled awkwardly before finally perching on the seat beside you, planting down the pile of papers in his hand on the desk.

“T-That’s not what I meant,” he stuttered. “But I would understand if you did.”

A light laugh echoed around the library, quickly followed by a ‘shush’ from the librarian at the front desk. Bucky looked at you with a deep frown, clearly thinking you were completely mad.

“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you Bucky,” you explained. You lowered your voice slightly for fear of being overheard, moving closer to him as you spoke. “I was just worried about you getting in trouble.”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh, a beaming smile on his face. It was nice, knowing that his smile was because of you, not some red-headed professor. “You don’t need to worry about me, doll,” he beamed. “I can look after myself. Now, let me have a look at this analysis you’re working on.”

The two of you sat there for the next few hours, Bucky reading over your shoulder as you wrote, pointing out errors or sentences that he thought could be expanded on. Your mind drifted back to the very first day of your course, his very first rule.

“One: I am here to support you, not do your work for you. I will not push you to the right answer. If you don’t know the answer, listen and study.”

It didn’t seem as though he was following his own rule as the two of you sat in that library. He was giving you hints, edging you in the right direction, even leaning over your shoulder to rewrite an entire sentence for you, which you were certain was completely against the rules that he had created for his class. But you didn’t care. He was with you again, even if it was in an academic sense. You could smell his scent once more, now close enough for it to engulf you again, the paper, the ink, the sandalwood, tobacco, leather, the vanilla, each one filling your nostrils, almost making you forget about the paper entirely. He placed a hand on the small of your back, leaning closer as he discussed a comparison paragraph between two characters, and you could help but clench your thighs at the contact. What you didn’t realise was that Bucky had noticed it, and a small smirk began to play at his lips.

“Out of curiosity,” he said suddenly after a few hours, leaning forward in his seat and leaning against the desk, placing a hand on the cover of your novel. “Why did you choose ‘To the Lighthouse’?”

“I first read it back in middle school, and I found it fascinating how it completely steered away from all of the literature that I’d read before from the same era,” you explained with a shrug. “Woolf used her own personal memories to create a story that is so intimate and poetic, and I just thought that was incredible.”

Bucky nodded slowly, his eyebrows raised in thought. “That’s a very analytic take on it,” he said, looking at you pointedly. “But what is the personal connection?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, leaning back in your chair and taking a sip of your tea, now cold.

“From experience, when someone has a favourite book, it’s usually because there is some kind of personal connection,” he urged. “Something that makes that story, that book, so important to the person. So what’s yours?”

You paused, shooting him a small smile before looking down at the cup in your hands. “Do you really want to know?” You asked quietly, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod firmly. “That copy there was my grandma’s. It was her favourite book when I was growing up, and she always talked about it. I never read it, but after she died I found her copy.”

You spared a glance in his direction, but he didn’t speak, sitting patiently waiting for you to continue.

“It was filled with annotations that she’d made, and when I read it for the first time, it brought back so many memories,” you explained. “Every time I reached a part that she had talked about, or a paragraph that she had quoted, it felt as though she was with me at that moment. I began adding my own annotations to the same copy, started re-reading it over and over again to get that feeling back. After a while, it simply became my go-to book, the one that I always pick over anything else.”

You looked over at him when you had finished and found that he was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, understanding and perhaps a little sympathetic, and it made those butterflies in your stomach flutter to life once more. You wanted to pull him towards you, to kiss him and tell him how difficult it was to stay away from him. But you knew that you couldn’t - it was too risky.

“You know, this is my favourite book too,” he said eventually, lifting up your copy and flicking through the pages carefully. “It was the very first book that I ever studied, the one that made me find my passion for English and for writing. I owe my entire career to this book.”

You’d never had a conversation like this with him before, but you found that you were actually enjoying it. It was nice to know that he was someone outside of your professor, that you had so much in common with him.

“Looks like I picked a good book to analyse then,” you smiled, turning back to your laptop, trying to push away the smile that was threatening to spread across your face.

He leans forward to look over your shoulder once more, but this time it’s not the small of your back that his hand goes to. Instead, it finds its way to your thigh, squeezing gently at the flesh there as if asking if it was ok. Slowly you dipped your hand under the table, glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was looking, interlacing your fingers with yours.

He leaned in close to you, his voice low, his cheek brushing against your shoulder.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Turning your head slightly you realised just how close you were, close enough that you could smell the coffee on his breath, and if you moved forward even just a few centimetres your lips would be connected.

“If I’m dangerous,” you whispered back, blinking at him slowly. “Then you’re irresistible.”

He twirled his hand around in yours, playing with your fingers, glancing down at your hand intertwined with his before glancing back up at you. You knew what was running through his mind - it was running through yours as well. You nodded, and he smiled back at you, rising to his feet, his hand never leaving yours as he led you away from the desk, leaving your computer and papers behind. He let go of your hand for only a second as you passed by the front desk, with him calling a ‘hello Maria’ to the librarian, before grabbing it again as soon as the pair of you were out of sight. He led you to the corner of the room and up the metal spiral staircase in the corner, one that was rarely used, leading to the section for the older books.

“No one comes up here, don’t worry,” he explained as he pulled you down a corridor, finally finding an aisle to his satisfaction and pulling you down it.

Within a moment he had slammed you against the bookcase, his lips crushing against yours, his hands sliding down to your thighs to help hoist you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist as if it were habit.

You both knew that you didn’t have long, and so as your hands trailed down to his belt buckle, he did the same, undoing the button of your jeans and hoisting them down your thighs as you pulled his suit pants down to his knees. He was inside you within an instant, and you both groaned at the sensation of being connected once again, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder as your hand reached out to grab onto the shelves beside you for support.

He began to thrust upwards, rough and quick, his hips snapping against yours in perfect rhythm. His hand tugged at your hair, revealing your throat to him, and he took it upon himself to latch his lips onto the skin just below your jaw, sucking and biting, before kissing it sweetly to null the pain.

“Tell me why I can’t stay away from you?” He mumbled against your skin. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you?”

“Me too, Bucky,” you whispered, gasping as he readjusted your hips, meaning that he hit your spot perfectly. “T-Think about you all the time.”

His thrusts became faster, messier. The bookcase rattled behind you, books falling from the shelves with each movement, but neither of you cared. You were simply chasing your highs, edging closer and closer to the fall. You wanted to fall with him, to feel him finish with you, at the same time. You slid your hand down his arm, finding his hand on your thigh, tangling your fingers with his, sweaty hands clasped together as you got closer and closer to ecstasy together.

“Stay with me tonight.” It wasn’t a request or a question, it was a command. He was telling you that you were staying with him even if you didn’t want to. Little did he know that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to fall asleep on his chest, your skin sticking together, his spend dripping out of you onto his sheets.

The coil in your stomach snapped at the thought, and you leant forward, your teeth digging into his shoulder slightly as you tried desperately to swallow your screams from the bliss that took over your entire body., causing him to hiss at the slight pain. He finished at the same time, just as you had hoped for, the hot seed filling you up, certain to be dripping down your legs on the way back downstairs. He cursed, mumbling your name against your shoulder as he finished, his hips slowing to a stop. You were able to see his face this time, his lips parted slightly, eyes closed as if he were seeing heaven itself. You had never seen a sight more perfect.

The pair of you stayed like that for a moment simply catching your breaths before he finally pulled away, helping you down from your perch on the bookshelf.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked, buttoning up your jeans and looking back over to him as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers.

“What?” He asked with a frown, satisfied with his shirt, and moving on to wipe the fog from his glasses on his sleeve.

“When you asked me to stay with you tonight,” you explained slowly. It was very possible that he had simply said it in the heat of the moment, passion providing clouded judgement. But he paused, looking at you as if you had just said something idiotic.

“Of course I meant it.” He moved closer, placing his hands on your arms, and you took his glasses from him, slowly sliding them back onto his nose with a smile as he looked down at you. “I meant everything that I said. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s really becoming a problem.”

“So first I’m dangerous, and now I’m a problem,” you laughed, sliding your hands around his neck as he slipped his own around your waist. “I don’t know if I should be insulted, professor.”

Bucky groaned, his eyes squinting and his mouth curling into a smirk, and you raised your eyebrow at the view. “So, you like it when I call you professor, do you?” You asked, wearing a matching smirk. “I’ll have to remember that.”

You reached up onto your tiptoes, and planted a sweet and tender kiss to his lips, before the pair of you made your way back down the staircase, hand-in-hand.

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Aaaaand some more kisses

thigh kisses + “can we do that again?”

Hi fren!!

We have officially bumped the rating up to E! So warning if you're not here for smut :)

There was one other nonny who requested this as well, but! I got enough prompts for a whole second fic, so the other part of thigh kisses for nonny will be coming then <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Tony has irregular heats. In the entire time Steve has known him, he’s only had one heat to Rhodey’s four. That one happened only about a month or so after they started dating (officially, not the kiss in Natasha’s dorm), and Tony had been very apologetic about not being ready to share it. Steve had waved off his apologies and said he understood—omegas who tend to nest, like Tony, also tend to be very private about their heats, and it’s a vulnerable time anyway—and said if Tony felt comfortable the next time his heat came around, he would be honored to share it with him.

Even so, knowing how irregular Tony’s heats are, he’d still been surprised when Tony had approached him a week ago, told him that he would be going into heat, and asked him if he’d like to share it with him. It had taken him a moment for the words to really register through the fantasies his brain conjured up at the scent of Tony’s pre-heat, but they had and then he’d bellowed, “Yes!” so loudly that his RA had checked on him to make sure he was doing okay.

He'd taken time off from practice though both the coach and Tony had insisted he at least be present at the game on Saturday, even if he’s not playing. Tony had done the grocery shopping, though Steve had brought a pack of Gatorade to satisfy his urges to provide, which is good since Tony had forgotten them.

And now he’s in Tony’s nest, staring down at his heat-slick omega writhing on his fingers. He’s never been in here before. Tony has another bedroom that they’ve spent time in, just as luxurious, and Steve has never been offended that he hasn’t been invited into his nest. It’s a beautiful nest, all silks and gossamer fabrics and expensive pillows and deep, rich colors. Steve’s artistic eye would probably spend quite a bit of time appreciating it, if it weren’t for the fact that Tony is imminently more interesting than a bit of interior decoration.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he breathes, pressing the words into the soft skin of Tony’s thigh. “Can you take another one?”

Tony tosses his head from side to side on the pillow, sobbing, “Want you.”

“You’ve got me,” Steve teases, punctuating his statement with a sharp bite to his leg. Tony gasps, thigh twitching in Steve’s grip.

“Want your knot,” Tony whines. And, yeah, Steve wants to give him that too, but he wants Tony to come for him first.

“Not yet,” he says and soothes the sting by kissing a line up to the crease of Tony’s hip. Tony arches toward his mouth, but Steve skips over that entirely and moves on to the other leg. He’s a little harsher here, nipping instead of just sucking, and when he pulls his mouth away, it’s to see a column of little bruises left on Tony’s creamy skin. The picture is so satisfying that he moves back to his other thigh and does the same thing there, creating two perfectly symmetrical rows.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of me,” Tony complains as Steve eyes his work with satisfaction. “You are a horrible, terrible alpha.”

“And you’re a demanding brat,” Steve replies, sinking his teeth into Tony’s thigh one more time. Tony sobs and comes, back arching so high off the pillows that only his shoulders and hips remain flat as his little cock jerks on his stomach.

Steve smiles smugly, pulls his fingers out, and lines himself up instead. “But,” he adds, “I suppose that I’ll take care of you now.”

He thrusts in before Tony can do more than glare at him. Tony keens, hands scrabbling at the pillows until Steve takes them in his own and pins them flat. He’s been fingering Tony for most of the last hour, and he’s desperate to come, so the pace he sets is hard and fast, shifting the two of them up the bed every time he slams back in. Tony smears kisses across his face, wherever he can reach, babbling words of love—until Steve gets his hand around his cock and then it’s all about how sensitive he is and how much a brute Steve is and he hates him, did he know that?

But Steve is determined to make Tony come one more time, so he staves off his own orgasm through sheer determination until Tony lets out a pained moan and comes again. And it’s only then that he lets himself come, lets his knot catch just behind Tony’s rim, filling his little hole because they’re both clean and Tony can’t have kids anyway, so why can’t he be as full as he likes?

Later, after he’s pulled out and rested his head on Tony’s stomach, waiting for the next wave to come on them, Tony says, “Can we do that again?”

“What, fucking?” Steve asks.

Tony swats his head. “Don’t be crude,” he says primly, which is rich, coming from him. “I mean, the thing with my legs. You sure seemed to like those, babe.”

“You have nice legs,” Steve muses, tilting his head to the side and pressing a soft kiss to the closest one.

“I do,” Tony agrees because he’s never heard of modesty a day in his life. “And no one’s ever paid attention to them.”

“Well, all you had to do was ask,” Steve replies and shifts down the nest to start lavishing attention on them all over again.

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 32:  A Place Made Of Memories

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, tony stark, Harley keener & Peter Parker, Maria hill & Tony stark James rhodes & clint barton, Tony stark x Pepper Potts, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Happy hogan & Pepper potts, May parker & pepper potts

Summary: Visiting reader's apartment

Warning: Tears Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

"I met her a while ago." Harley was explaining. "I had no idea."

"I don't think anyone did, kid." Tony told him as they reached the parking lot.

The three of them were rejoining the rest of the group, reminiscing on their moments with you. It was good to remember the better times since it kept the bad ones at bay.

"No, I think I kinda did, though." Harley continued.

"Yeah?" Tony glanced at him, a little curious. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, she was so... She reminded me of you. I didn't ask but I thought about it a lot."

Tony averted his eyes again. It wasn't getting any easier to hear how similar you and him were.

"She was a genius, too." Harley smiled, suddenly digging around in one of his suit pockets. "Check this out."

In his hand he now held a pencil.

"Uh..." Peter tilted his head, speaking up again. "A pencil?"

"Impressive." Tony said flatly.

"Not just an ordinary pencil." Harley corrected.

He pressed down on the eraser at the top and each of them jumped as a spark erupted from the graphite tip.

"What's that?" Peter exclaimed, simultaneously fascinated and alarmed.

"Pencil taser." He stated proudly. "(Y/n) gave it to me."

"Okay..." Tony eyed it as the boy tucked it away again. "I'm gonna fault her on child endangerment there, but that is pretty sweet."

"I know, right?!"

"It's awesome." Peter said. "She didn't make things like that with me, but we did make a computer out of garbage remains."

His face fell as he remembered late afternoons before the garbage trucks rolled up to the apartment block. Sometimes he would keep a lookout as you took the dive in the smelly spare parts, and then other days you would hold him securely when he chose to brave the stench.

"I miss her." He mumbled.

Tony very slowly and unsurely reached out a hand to grasp Peter's shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze. He didn't know if it was what others normally did, but Peter seemed to appreciate the gesture with a ghost of a smile.

"Give me a call sometime and we'll do better than a computer." He offered thoughtfully. "You'd be surprised what you can do with cereal and a few magnets."

Although still very shy, he managed a nod. "I'd like that, Mr. Stark."

They finally stopped near a shining corvette and saw a few of the others admiring the vehicle. Evidently, this was the car you'd left to Rhodey.

He was sitting in the driver's seat as he chatted intently to Clint, both of them with big grins on their faces as they detailed the car. Clint also explained what had happened to it during the SHIELD collapse and why it needed so many weeks to be repaired. It was only after this explanation that he noticed Tony and the boys and waved them all over.

"Isn't this awesome?" He asked with a grin. "(Y/n) had taste."

"It's alright." Tony shrugged, playing off just how excited the car made him.

"Alright? You're kidding."

As he dragged his friend over, Harley and Peter remained rooted to the spot. Whether it was because they both thought the car was breathtakingly impressive, or simply because half of the Avengers were now standing less than ten feet away, neither knew. They just couldn't move or stop the looks of pure awe.

"I meant it, James." Roberta was telling her son. "Treat this car right."

"With respect and care, I know." Rhodey complied, smiling proudly as he reclined in the driver's seat. "(Y/n) trusted me, Mom, you've got to too."

"I do, but I also raised you. I know what boys are like when they get a new toy."

"Mom-"

"James."

She gave him a stern look which made him very reluctantly relax. "I'll behave."

Roberta smiled again. "Thank you."

Peter was the first of the boys to move, slowly approaching the Corvette with a very small twitch of his lips. He'd seen the car before of course because he had been living next to you for years now, but he hadn't seen it so polished. It seemed to shine.

"Iron Maiden." He said, letting his hands rest on the hood. "That's what she called it. I thought it was gone."

"Iron Maiden?" Harley questioned as he eventually stopped beside his new friend. "That's awesome."

"Yeah. Originally it was the Blue Iron Maiden."

"Even better. How'd she choose it?"

Peter turned red as his shyness came back. He hadn't really talked to anyone his own age other than Ned so conversing like this with Harley was strange but also fun.

"She said she named it after Mr. Stark but wanted her car to be a girl because girls are cooler." He explained.

Harley scoffed as he fought back a laugh. "Then I guess blue is for the color of the car."

"Actually, no. Well, not really. Kind of." He turned even redder at the stumble of words. "I mean, she actually thought of it because of a dress Ms. Potts wore to a gala, I think. (Y/n) liked it and said Ms. Potts was really pretty."

As the boys talked, Pepper and Tony shared a lingering gaze. They were touched by the sentiment of the Blue Iron Maiden being named after them and that familiar feeling of longing replaced the momentary peace everyone had found.

"Please look after it, Mr. Rhodes." Peter said, his voice timid and almost incomprehensible as he mumbled.

Rhodey nodded. "I will. Don't you worry, little man."

He took a moment to embrace the car again, from staring at the dash and the dials to letting his hands become accustomed to the touch of the leather seats. It smelt like polish and yet there was a distinctly familiar scent mixed in too. It was your scent. It was comforting.

"Thank you." Peter said. "I just want her things to be looked after."

Rhodey turned his attention back to the boy, his expression of content becoming one of kindness. "I'll protect the Iron Maiden with my life."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He smiled. "I'm her uncle, I've got no choice. I took care of (Y/n), and I'll take care of her car, too."

"He'll do more than that." Clint chimed in. "I say you take her for a spin internationally. Make her a famous getaway car for one of your missions."

Rhodey rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Don't start."

"James." Roberta had to scold him yet again. "Be nice."

Clint smirked. "Yeah. Be nice, James."

As the two bantered, Peter grinned up at them all, truly amazed that his heroes were all around him. Clint and Rhodey were back to talking about the car, Tony was talking quietly with Pepper, and Thor seemed like a very happy-go-lucky man as he proclaimed how proud Tony should be of his daughter. There was even a joke that Tony should build a female-fitting suit to match with the car.

Soon enough, Hill returned with Steve, Natasha, and Bruce.

"We've discussed the will." She announced, returning the air of seriousness to the area. "We're all aware of what (Y/n) left to the Avengers."

"Yeah, not really." Clint commented in return. "It was pretty cryptic."

"Well, that's the point. The location is a secret."

"Do you know?" Tony asked her.

Hill shrugged lightly. "All I can say is that it's Upstate. We'll take a jet. It's faster, and we're busy."

"Then let's get this show on the road. Everyone good with that?"

The other five Avengers showed their agreement.

"Great." Hill said. "Follow me."

"Let's hope I don't destroy the tiny flying machine." Bruce muttered to himself.

Before they all left, Tony turned back to Pepper one last time and kissed her softly.

"I'll be back." He promised. "I just gotta check this place out."

Pepper nodded in understanding. "I know."

"Are you gonna look at the apartment?"

"Yeah. Take your time with everything, okay? There's no rush."

Tony considered her words and let out a shaky sigh, fighting to keep the calm exterior. "Noted."

She reached up to cup his cheeks. "Be safe. And be nice."

He jokingly pouted. "Damn."

"I mean it."

"Yeah, I get it. I'll just have to find another means of entertainment that doesn't involve painting Cap's shield hot pink and sensual red."

She couldn't help but smile. "I love you."

He leaned in for another quick kiss. "I love you."

With a lingering gaze, they began to part ways. When Tony turned around, he was faced with his best friend again.

"See you soon." Rhodey told him.

Tony nodded. "Head to the tower. JARVIS will let you in. There's plenty of food in the kitchen if you get peckish or something. Thank Hammersmith and Everdeen for that."

"Got it."

They shared a quick hug before Tony finally turned his attention to the two boys from before again. He placed a hand on Harley's shoulder and ruffled Peter's hair a bit.

"You kids have fun." He told them. "No snacks after midnight."

They both smiled up at him and, almost as if they planned it beforehand, hugged him around the middle at the exact same time.

The action surprised Tony and he took a few seconds to reciprocate the hug. When he did, the boys held onto him tighter. He closed his eyes, relishing in the moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at your grave in the distance. It was located near a stunning tree on top of the hill. It looked almost peaceful from this viewpoint.

He made a mental note to visit you very soon with more flowers.

-

Apartment buildings were always odd.

Some were covered in dust, some were dilapidated, and some were just abandoned. This particular building, however, stationed rather conveniently in the middle of Forest Hill, was not as lifeless as some of its neighbors.

The dust and occasional unsafe staircase were all over, but it wasn't abandoned or devoid of life. There was one floor that seemed more devoted than others. The floor where you had lived with the Parkers.

Pepper, Happy, Harley, and the Parker family had arrived in separate cars.

They couldn't see each other, but all of them had the same difficult expressions on their faces. It wasn't necessarily grief anymore, but there was a different semblance of loss and pain. While Pepper, May, Peter, and Harley arrived first and took the elevator, Ben and Happy were slightly behind.

"The street's going to be crowded." Ben said as they started to near the complex. "There's a place called Delmar a couple minutes down this road if you want an easier time of it."

Happy, having seen just how many cars were already lining their destination, nodding. "Never say no to an easier time."

While they took the quick detour, the others stood in the elevator at the end of the floor hallway, feeling rather small all of a sudden. How could one simple floor become so intimidating?

"I've got legos." Peter spoke up, hoping to ease the somber atmosphere. "Star Wars."

Harley grinned. "Really?"

"Yep. We can try out the computer (Y/n) and I made, too."

"Cool."

"So, how long have you been here?" Pepper asked May.

"Four years now." May replied, smiling sadly. "We moved from 15th."

"Any reason?"

The older woman glanced at her nephew who was still quietly chatting to Harley.

"It wasn't the safest place." She excused. "We did it for all of us."

Pepper nodded in understanding. "I didn't mean to pry."

"No, no, it's alright. We're happier here anyway."

The elevator door finally opened then.

The boys led the way, the adults following soon after. They stopped outside the Parker's door, but only to look at the door next to it.

There was a tribute there for you. Flowers, jarred candles, cards, and various pictures and notes. The candles and flowers made it smell homely and sweet.

"It's beautiful." Pepper whispered.

May nodded sadly. "It is."

She then turned to the boys, putting her arms around them.

"Peter, why don't you show Harley your room? Grab (Y/n)'s key as well, please."

Peter nodded, waiting until their door was opened before showing Harley inside. As they did, Pepper walked over to your door, crouching down in front of the tribute and looking at all of the pictures.

"These are from the entire building?" She guessed.

May nodded. "Everyone loved her in some way or another. She was always helping out. Peter said her life was full of those side quests you find in video games these days."

Pepper chuckled. "I can imagine that."

She curiously picked up the card closest to her - a small but vibrant yellow one - and read it.

Ellen, Thanks for cat-sitting last month. McWhiskers is going to miss you x

She picked up another one.

Ellen Campbell/(Y/n) Stark... Who needs a mechanic when you've got Ellen Campbell living on the floor above? We (and the cars) appreciate all you did for us. Lots of love from the Nelson family

Pepper read a few more, her eyes glistening with tears after each loving card. She was so proud of you. She just wished she could tell you that over and over again.

"Even something as simple as watching a plant for a day merits a lot." May said.

"Aunt May?" Peter asked, coming back into the hallway. "I've got the key."

"Thank you."

She ruffled his hair with a fond smile before taking the key and all its keychains into her own hand. There were a lot of different chains attached, notably sci-fi logos, a joke, and a few quotes from various shows.

"I suppose this is yours now." May said, offering the key to Pepper.

Peter watched as the mentioned woman smiled sadly and accepted the key. His gaze also wandered down to the cards by the door and he found the one that he wrote to you right next to one from Ned and his moms.

Pepper took a moment to collect herself before she even dared to slot the key into the lock. Once she did, she let out a long breath before pushing the door open and carefully stepping over the tribute to get inside.

She didn't know what she was expecting from the place that you lived in, but somehow this apartment just made sense. It was quite like your room from the Malibu mansion, only far more organized and full.

The walls were cream and gave the living room/kitchen a light appearance which was aided by the large windows through which the sun streamed inside. The floors were pine boards with the only cover being a vintage-esque carpet over the sitting area.

You had a comfy looking couch with various cushions and a blanket draped over it, as well as a matching armchair positioned in front of one of the windows. There was a small coffee table between these seats and the long cabinets on which the television sat upon. On either side of the screen was a speaker connected to a stereo which was also next to a record player. On the other side of the television was a small piano settled into the corner. Various plants and wall art also dotted the room.

The kitchen area was also cozy and bright, consisting of minimal cabinet space for utensils and the sink, a pale oven and cooker from which tea towels still hung, and a rectangular wooden table against the opposite wall for the kettle and dining necessities.

After taking a minute here, Pepper opened a door into the bathroom.

This was different to the main room, covered in white tile only. There was only one window on the wall directly across from the door with a bath mat lining the entire room. It was only a small space. The toilet and sink were on one side, and the bath/shower was on the other. The only utilities inside this room were personal care and again a plant or two.

After this came the room Pepper was most dreading and yet the most anxious to see. Your bedroom.

The walls could barely be seen in this particular room since every inch was covered by posters and lights. The likes of AC/DC, KISS, Guns N' Roses, Aerosmith, Metallica, and other famous classic rock bands were the most prominent. The movie posters consisted of Harry Potter, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, Back To The Future, and Star Trek. There was a poster of the NYC Survivors, and even a few Avengers posters beside that one. There was also a line of posters displaying nerdy jokes, and a banner of what must have been your Hogwarts house right above the bed.

The wardrobe was a small closet with the sliding door open. You didn't seem to have a set style because Pepper could see almost everything from leather jackets and ripped jeans to summer dresses and even denim dungarees. There was also a box which she assumed was for jewelry and accessories, and a place for shoes below that.

You had a bookshelf too. Its contents again fit the geeky and nerd theme from the rest of the room, being lined with series after series of books such as the Harry Potter ones, Game of Thrones, Percy Jackson, Shadow & Bone, and even The Chronicles of Narnia. The shelf was also home to a vinyl record collection, all being of the genre of rock and metal. It reminded Pepper of Tony's collection back home.

LED lights were strung above the bed to provide reading light, and on the window ledges was more floral decor. And, finally, the bed itself looked very comfortable. It was more of a couch/bed combination and draped in multiple blankets and pillows, as well as stuffed toys.

Pepper entered the room fully, her footsteps muffled by the carpet beneath as she explored every inch of the place. She was in awe of how comforting and peaceful an aura it presented, and she was even happier to see how creative and obsessed with little things you were. She remembered your fondness for reading and music and was glad to know it hadn't dwindled in the years you were away.

After looking at everything, she settled on the bed, her eyes drawn to a stuffed bear in the corner. She couldn't believe it.

It was her bear.

Her grandmother had given it to her as a child and she always wanted to give it to her own kid if she ever had one. She believed it lost when The Mandarin destroyed the mansion but apparently not. You had it the entire time.

Her fingers grazed the worn cotton, its beaded eyes and nose, and eventually the ears. One of them had stitches to keep it in place.

Back at the front door, Happy had just arrived.

He had been talking to May for quite some time and putting off the inevitable before gradually walking in. He was having some mixed emotions knowing that your apartment building was so close to his own home. All this time he could have had a chance of seeing you again and somehow it didn't happen.

He didn't move around the apartment. He simply just stood there and took it all in. At least until he heard muffled crying coming from what looked like a bedroom.

He peered through the door, surprised to find Pepper sitting on the bed with a very old teddy bear clutched to her chest.

"Hey." He spoke softly.

She looked up, hastily wiping her eyes free of tears. "Hi."

"It's... It's a nice place, huh?"

"It is. Did you just get here?"

He nodded, taking his time to observe the room before eventually sitting beside her on the bed.

"It's... Neat." He said.

Pepper chuckled. "Makes a change, doesn't it?"

"Yep. Do you know how many times she went missing as a kid? The amount of hiding places in her room-"

They shared a laugh, both having had their fair share of digging through your old room in attempts to find you after a tantrum or a bad day.

"Was that hers?" Happy then asked, motioning to the bear.

Pepper shook her head. "It was mine. My grandmother gave it to me. I really thought I lost it after the mansion collapsed."

"(Y/n) found it?"

"She must have."

Her eyes teared up again and Happy gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a side hug. Pepper let her head rest against his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

They missed you so much.

#Tony stark #ironman #peter parker #spiderman #pepper potts #happy hogan #maria hill #james rhodes #war machine #clint barton #hawkeye #mcu #marvel #avengers #pepperony #mcuship #may parker #ben stark #thor odinson #harley keener #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark & daughter! reader

[marvelmaster69]

Just some random headcanons for Tony, Peter, and Bruce, revolving around their mental health and sexual/gender orientation.

TW: Mentions of self-harm in Tony and Bruce's parts.

Tony definitely has ADHD along with PTSD, anxiety, and crippling depression. Because of his ADHD, he often hyper fixates on his projects in the lab. When he does get hyper fixated, he won't leave his lab unless it's to use the bathroom or get something to eat, and even then, it's a very delayed process. The only people who can get him out of his lab when he gets like that is Pepper, Bruce, Natasha, Happy, Rhodey, Morgan, and Peter. He's also Pansexual. During his teenage years, he self-harmed quite frequently. He usually used a blade, cutting his arms but sometimes cutting his thighs and stomach instead if there was the looming threat of someone finding out. He only started his playboy persona after all the scars had faded a bit, so when he was around twenty-two or so.

Peter is a transgender man and openly bisexual. He came out to his Aunt May a few months before he came out as trans, so when he was twelve or thirteen. Tony helped pay for his top surgery and scouted out the best surgeons he could for Peter, and because of his extra fast regeneration, he healed extremely quickly and didn't even scar afterwards. He was so glad not to have to wear a binder during patrol anymore, as it was causing great damage to his ribs and lungs. Even years later, he still randomly gets heartburn, chest pains, and shortness of breath. He doesn't feel like he needs bottom surgery because packers and strap-ons seem to work well enough for him, and MJ doesn't very well care what he does with his privates. He also has ADHD, anxiety, and mild depression. MJ always makes sure to set alarms for him, create a detailed electronic and physical color-coded calendar for him, and send him reminder texts to help with his horrible time blindness. For the most part, lots of reassurance from Tony, Aunt May, MJ, and Ned is enough to kind of help him with his depression enough for him to continue on with his normal day-to-day life without any major interference. To convince Aunt May to put Peter on puberty blockers when he was twelve, he worked together with Ned to create a PowerPoint with the pros and cons and alternatives for puberty blockers.

Bruce is demisexual and asexual, and he's only ever been in three or four relationships in his adult life (as he had a middle school girlfriend that he doesn't really count as 'dating'). He has crippling anxiety, severe depression, and once checked himself into a mental hospital because he felt like he'd end up hurting himself or others around him. He's also very private about his issues, he's one of those people whose thought process is 'well, this could be worse, there are always people out there that have it worse than me'. This is totally random, too, but he hates the color green, it reminds him too much of The Other Guy. He hasn't relapsed in years, but he used to cut almost every week. Tony was actually the one to help him stop, as Tony himself has a history of self-harm and understood everything Bruce was going through, or at least tried to understand, unlike a lot of other people in Bruce's life, which he appreciates more than Tony will ever understand He doesn't have any scars on his arms, though, as he would often works closely with children and didn't want to taint their innocence, so he usually stuck to his stomach and thighs.

Sadly, that's all I have time to write but I'll definitely be back sometime within the next few days with another one of these with some other characters. I want to eventually do all The Avengers in a series of sorts. By the way, how are we liking the colored text?

#tony stark #peter parker #bruce banner #adhd representation #anxiety representation #depression representation #transgender representation #trans representation #pansexual representation #bisexual representation #asexual representation #demisexual representation #trans!peter parker #transgender!peter parker #pansexual!tony stark #demisexual!bruce banner #asexual!bruce banner #bisexual!peter parker #mentions of self-harm #mentions of self harm

[meiramel]

Ava Stark

Name: Ava Stark

Full name: Ava Maria Stark

Age(2012-2016): 20-24

Birthday: 1992, May 2

Height: 5’7

Sexuality: bisexual

Parents:

Mother(deceased): Monica Wilde

Father: Tony Stark

Likes: cats, dogs, car rides, nights, music, cheeseburgers, movies(especially comedy), red and blue colours.

Life story:

Let’s go back to the 90s. 1992. Tony was… well, you know Tony. A genius and a playboy. He got into a relationship, surprisingly. But it was a very short one, probably around a few weeks or a month long. He met Monica Wilde. Everything was great, both of them had a great time with each other.

Monica found out she was pregnant with his child. Monica knew that, at the time, Tony didn’t want children. Which was a problem, because she decided to keep the kid. She didn’t tell him. She had dreamed of becoming a mother one day. Monica was too happy to give up the child just because Tony wouldn’t want it.

One night, Monica packed her things and left Tony, while he was sleeping. She left nothing for him. No letter, no nothing. Tony was confused and hurt, but he, of course, moved on.

1992, May 2nd, Ava was born. Ava was under Monica’s care. She took care and loved Ava with her whole heart.

Around three years later, Tony got a letter from the courthouse, which talked about Monica’s tragic passing in a car accident and and his biological daughter, who was left with no one to take care of her. Tony was shocked and panicked. A child? Of his? A daughter he never knew he had? But then he thought. Ava was three years old and Monica left him three years ago. All of it made sense now. He had to attend the court.

The court let Tony take Ava under his care. He was absolutely terrified, but he did a great job raising her with the help of Pepper, Happy and Rhodey. Tony became a great father.

Growing up, Ava always hung out with her dad. Especially in the lab. She loved watching him work and build cool stuff, while listening to the greatest music. She was happy with her dad.

Ava was sixteen when Tony got kidnapped in Afghanistan. For those three months, she was worried sick for him. She tried to stay positive, she knew that her dad would find a way out to come home. It was extremely hard though, the military going out in search of him every day and coming back without him kept on breaking her heart.

When Tony was found, Ava learned to be grateful for every day she got to spend with her family and friends. This whole incident had given her a big fear of losing her loved ones.

As years went, grew up into a smart and confident young woman. She’s got the sass, humour and wit just like her father. Even though Ava’s sarcastic and blunt, she’s kind and caring too. She will always be there for her friends and family whenever something happens. Ava appreciates and is grateful for the things she has in her life. Obviously has a great taste in music (thanks to Tony). If you respect her, she will respect you. But if you don’t - don’t expect respect from her. Ava can be quite protective of her friends and family. If you disrespect them, she will definitely bite you back for it.

Ava loves working with her dad. She loves learning, creating and building things with him. She has done that since a very young age. Ava has quite a great understanding in technology and maths, and that’s why sometimes she works with her dad as his sidekick or partner.

Face claim: Emmy Rossum

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Ava Stark, everyone. I hope you like her, you munchkadees.

@jackiequick @blueboirick @gcthvile

[themculibrary]

Comfort Masterlist

a father's comfort (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor ned/peter G, 1k

Summary: Peter gets a migraine at school, and all he wants is the comfort of his dad.

Answer All My Prayers (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 6k

Summary: It was rather ironic that the first mortal to pray to Loki in centuries, was not only an enemy, but a man who had no idea what his words were doing.

Caring for a Human (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 2k

Summary: There was a constant low level fear that had settled at the back of Thor's mind. Humans were a fragile race, though constantly trying to hide that fact, and Thor hated the reminder of it in Tony’s exhausted eyes. He hated how the sight of fever flushed cheeks and the sound of a raspy voice made that fear slam to the front of his mind.

Comfort (ao3) - TheCityLightShow bucky/steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: He finds a sweatshirt folded up on his bed. He frowns – it hadn't been there when he left, but it is quite obviously just a sweatshirt with a little note on top.

It's in Stark's unmistakable scrawl – stop leaving your shit in my lab Steven – and that only confuses Bucky more. Surely Stark knows better than anyone the layout of the tower, of each floor? But he's left it in the wrong room.

Bucky picks it up with the full intention of returning it to Stevie's room, but the fabric jostles as he does and the fucked-up serum in his system means he can smell it. It's somewhere between paper and something Steve-like, and grease or oil, something he only gets in Tony's workshop. They're out there, fighting, but for a second Bucky's brain can believe they're here, safe, with him.

Full Disclosure Not Required (but Appreciated) (ao3) - Potrix steve/tony, pepper/rhodey, sam/bucky E, 16k

Summary: The one where Steve knows more than he lets on, Tony knows less than he pretends, Clint has a big mouth, Bucky is a little shit, and everyone learns why keeping secrets never ends well.

Almost never, anyway.

hold the things you wanna say (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay.

He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really.

What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.

This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

In Our Room (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint E, 2k

Summary: After another Avengers mission, Clint is left questioning his line of work. Or: Good, old fashioned comfort via sexy times.

Long way from Ok (ao3) - Ghostshappen T, 1k

Summary: Maybe Bucky was lying about being OK but he’s trying

Mr. Hospitality (ao3) - abysmallydull steve/tony, clint/tony, bruce/tony E, 7k

Summary: Never let it be said that Tony wasn’t the perfect host. Have something you need? It will be there, just say the word. It’s a twisted sort of pride that makes this proud man cater to your every wish and need. He’s the best host, damn it, and you’d better appreciate how he’d bend over backwards (or forwards, if you want) to see to your needs.

peace and quiet (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/steve N/R, 945

Summary: Clint knew it was going to be a bad day when he woke up to no coffee available.

Protect Me From The Storm (ao3) - LadyAngelique, orphan_account steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's afraid of thunderstorms. He hates them, they make him feel vulnerable and remind him of a time where Bucky was no longer at his side. And that hurt, like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Quadrant (ao3) - AvaKelly clint/steve/bucky/sam T, 7k

Summary: In a world where loving someone causes their unique soulmark tattoo to appear on his skin, Clint has been falling for too many people, but never has been loved back. So when he sees his mark on Bucky's shoulder, he can't really believe it.

Storm Incoming (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor clint/steve/tony N/R, 1k

Summary: Clint is terrified of storms, has been for as long as he can remember. But now, he has two alpha's to comfort and protect him from the storms, even though he sometimes forgets and needs reminding. Also, Bucky's there, because I thought it would be cute.

That Carnival's A Death Trap (ao3) - emily_ann_1021 G, 2k

Summary: Peter and Ned want to go to the carnival, but Tony insists it’s too dangerous. The boys, thinking they could sneak out without anyone noticing, are fastly in over their heads when a fun night out turns into an attempted kidnapping. Luckily the Good Dad™ is always prepared when Peter manages to get into trouble.

Two (or Three)'s Company (ao3) - natalia_alianova_romanova_01 bucky/steve/natasha T, 2k

Summary: After a hard therapy session, Bucky comes back to the apartment and has a deep conversation with Steve and Natasha and they comfort him. Classic hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending for your troubles. (I guess this is set between Civil War and Infinity War? Idk, I just wanted to channel classic 2012 Marvel fics, you know, when times were simple.)

Vibrato (ao3) - shattered_sian loki/stephen M, 15k

Summary: Thor and Loki return to Earth with the people of Asgard, but Strange won't allow Loki to roam Earth after all of his devilish deeds. Thor makes an agreement with the sorcerer to keep Loki on Earth- his brother will have to be under the supervision of Doctor Strange at all times. While at first Loki's antics are nearly too much for Strange to handle, things slowly change.

Winter Soldier: Resurrection (ao3) - DCAngst G, 38k

Summary: In 2024, Bucky Barnes follows a lead about more super soldier serum that takes him to Siberia. He encounters the unexpected and finds himself in 2014, shortly after the Winter Soldier vanished.

Winter Undone (ao3) - DCAngst steve/bucky T, 74k

Summary: What if, after the Endgame battle, Dr. Strange used the time stone to save Tony and undo 80 years of Hydra for Bucky? In other words, 1945 Bucky ends up in 2023 and has to come to terms with...a lot.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #comfort #comfort masterlist #hurt/comfort #fluff

[areiton]

Hi.. I'm a fan of all your works in AO3

Always giddy whenever i see you post a new fic. Especially Stony

May I ask what fic makes you start shipping Stony? And do you ever consider any other pairing after that?

*honestly it's just an excuse to find and read more and more amazing Stony. #guilty

Thank you

Thank you! That's so sweet and very appreciated. I love hearing from folks who enjoy my writing!

I think Stony was a slow slide for me--I resisted a lot at first and came to Marvel by way of a few other ships, but a friend from another fandom @yodas-yo-yo suggested Open Field in Front of Him and it was the best characterization of Steve I'd ever seen. Between that fic and @pineapplebread art--specifically the Tattaoo AU, and her silver fox Steve series, I got hooked into writing it.

And then I just....didn't stop.

I do love Tony with other folks--Rhodey is always a fav for me, and poly pairings as well so occassionally I'll throw something of that vein out--but I find I really enjoy writing Stevetony and don't really expect to branch into other ships right now.

Of course, one day I might find a new obsession, and stop writing Stevetony--I have a pretty long history of fandom hopping--so I guess we'll see. For now, I'm here and happy. :)

OH! and if you're looking for more fic--@stevetonyweekly is my weekly rec blog with everything I read in a given week. @sabrecmcstonyficrecs has a lot of rec lists to work through, and @findingstony is lovely for digging up lost gems. Enjoy!

#arei answers #stevetony #hey nonnie #stony #my writing #pineapplebread #yodas-yo-yo

[ads1008]

You’re not okay

“Are you okay?” 

Steve placed a few more items he would need for his week-long mission in his bag. Tony sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through plans for Peter’s new suit. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tony said. 

Steve stopped packing and looked up at his husband. After a mission against Ultron, Tony began to isolate himself. He was spending a lot of his time down in his lab, missing meals, and not sleeping. The shadows under his eyes looked like he had two black eyes.

 Steve walked over sitting next to Tony. He wrapped his arms around him, allowing his husband to lean against him. Steve placed a light kiss on the top of Tony’s head. 

“Tony, you know you can talk to me about anything.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Tony continued clicking away, taking stuff off and putting new gadgets on. 

Steve lowered the tablet making Tony look up at him. Steve could see something worrying in Tony's mind but Tony would never say. He enjoyed fighting his battles alone even though he didn’t need to anymore. Steve would bar some of the weight that was on Tony’s shoulders.

“Are you sure there is nothing you want to talk about?” 

“Steve, I’ve said I’m fine,” Tony snapped. Tony huffed standing up, walking to their bedroom door. He paused turning back to see Steve’s concerned eyes. There was one rule in their marriage and it was to not leave for a mission in an argument. Tony walked back over placing a kiss on Steve’s lips. 

“I love you. Message me when you land,” Tony turned around walking out of the room, leaving Steve alone. 

—-------------------------------- 

Steve, Bucky, and Sam loaded the airplane that was en route to stop a Hydra base. Natasha and Bucky held each other a little longer. Sam yelled out of the door for Bucky to hurry his ass up. The Winter Soldier himself threw up a middle finger to shut his friend up. 

“Wait, Natasha,” Steve yelled, running down the ramp. 

“What’s up, Steve?” 

“Can you keep an eye on Tony? I know him and he’s slipping into a depressive episode.” 

Nat nodded, promising she would keep an eye out for her friend. She said that she will message Steve if anything changed before he got back. Steve appreciated the family the Avengers were. They looked out for each other through the darkest times. 

Steve stood at the edge of the door as it slowly closed. His heart hoped Tony would appear at the last second, waving goodbye. Like he always did when Steve was leaving. The door closed as the darkness engulfed him. Steve knew he had to leave home at home and focus on the mission. 

—----------------------------------

Tony sat in his lab working on something. Natasha and Clint hid behind a wall but could still see into the glass windows. Natasha went straight to Clint after what Steve asked her to do. Clint already knew what was going on after hearing Steve and Tony argue in the kitchen a few days before Steve left. 

They were using their skill set to collect as much information as they can to figure out what was going on with Tony. The lab looked like its usual mess. Papers everywhere, plates of uneaten food, and liquor bottles. The liquor bottles were the most alarming thing for both of them. Tony stopped drinking after he got so drunk he almost killed Rhodey. Now that he was could mean something was wrong. 

“What are the two of you doing?” 

Natasha and Clint scrambled to see Tony standing in front of them. Tony crossed his arms, tapping his toe waiting for an answer. Nat and Clint looked at each other searching for an answer. 

“Our jobs. My spider bites aren’t working so I was coming to see if you can fix them.” Natasha took them off and tossed them at Tony. Tony caught them and looked them over. There was nothing wrong with them. Tony threw them back. He was getting annoyed. 

“Nice try. Did Steve put you up to this?” 

“No,” Clint stuttered. 

Natasha was done playing this cat-mouse game with Tony. She was the Black Widow anyways. She defeated way scarier men than Tony Stark.  Natasha took a step forward matching his crossed arms. 

“No, he didn’t have to because we are all concerned. The way you have been acting after the battle with Ultron is not okay. Now you are drinking again. What is going on?” 

Tony’s eyes darken at the question. Then he began to laugh. Natasha looked over at Clint concerned by the way her friend was acting. Tony continued to laugh as he backed his way back into his lab.

“Thank you, for the concern but I am good,” Tony closed the door behind him and then flipped the switch so the blinds went down so no one was able to see inside. 

Natasha pulled out her phone and sent a message to Steve. It was simple. 

He’s drinking again.

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Tony was falling off the deep end. That was the only way to describe the way he was acting. His drinking went from half a bottle to a bottle and a half. He was not being careful during small missions and taking on dangerous moves and risky plans. He was going out on his own with no backup. Tonight was the worst when the suit flew him back home while he was unconscious. 

Natasha knew that service was spotty. She hadn’t been able to talk to Bucky since the team left. She needed to get in contact with Steve before Tony accidentally kills himself. The phone rang three times before Steve finally picked up. 

“Natasha, wrong?” The phone kept breaking up. She could only hear about every other word. 

“Get, home, now, Tony.” Steve turned to Sam. Sam saw the look in his friend's eyes and turned on the boosters. They were going to get home as fast as humanly possible.

—---------------------------------

Steve ran straight to the lab but was surprised that it was empty. Fear ran down his spine. He turned running upstairs to their bedroom. 

“Tony!” 

Steve threw the door open to find him in the corner of their room with the plans of Ultron. Tony was crying and shaking. Steve walked over and crouched down, lifting Tony’s chin so their eyes met. His eyes grew eyes when he saw Steve. 

“Steve,” Tony whispered. 

“Shh, I’m here. I’m here,” Steve pulled Tony into his embrace where he melted. The wall Tony thought he had built up was crumbled. 

“Tony, we can talk or we can just lay here.” 

Tony said nothing which was all the answer Steve needed. Steve scooped Tony into his arms and carried him over to the bed. He laid his husband down gently. Steve followed, engulfing Tony in his arms. He laid a light kiss along his collarbone as Tony closed his eyes. The first rest he had in a week. 

“There was a little boy. No older than eight years old right where the building fell. I saw him but with comms out and boosters down, there was no way for me or any of us to get to him,” Tony calmly said. 

Steve didn’t say anything. He knew that what Tony needed right now was not a partner to counter his feelings. He did not need to hear it wasn’t your fault. He needed someone to listen to what his mind was saying to him. 

“They found him in critical condition. He died from his wounds. He was only eight years old,” Tony cried. 

Steve held him tighter making circles along his arms to calm him down. 

“If I didn’t create Ultron then that boy would be alive.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“But I do because of Ultron’s actions lead to that boy dying.” 

There was nothing else to say. Tony felt responsible for everything that happened in the world. That guilt carried with him since the death of his parents which was not his fault. Steve knew that he just needed to love Tony. 

“Why don’t we donate some money in the boy’s name at the hospital he was in? Then tomorrow why don’t we visit the children’s hospital/ Pick up some toys, draw some pictures, and put a smile on a kid's face? It won’t bring him back but we can remember him by helping others.” 

Tony turned in Steve’s arms so they were face to face. Tony lifted a hand, laying it on Steve’s face. He smiled, loving the idea his big-hearted husband had. 

“I love you. You make everything better,” 

Steve leaned in planting a kiss on Tony’s soft lips. 

“I love you too. Just remember let me in,” 

Tony nodded. They both knew that tomorrow there would need to be a reset. The lab would need to be scrubbed clean. All alcohol needed to be drained down the sink. A meeting would need to be set up with Tony’s sponsor. For tonight, all they needed to do was be in their safe space. Wrapped in each other's arms as they fell asleep.

@askatrigenderlgbt thank you for the prompt

#stony #stevetony #ash's blurbs

[sjsmith56]

Provisions - Chapter 4, Finding Jade

Summary: The team goes to Albuquerque for supplies, requiring as much planning as a mission. They bring items to barter in exchange for food, electronics, and any raw materials they can use to create trade goods. While there Bucky takes Jade to the doctor to get a birth control implant. A human trafficker’s offer of gold for Jade alerts the couple to a potential problem.

Length: 5K

Characters: Bucky, Jade, Ben, Steve, Peter, Scott, medical personnel, traffickers.

Warnings: 18+ only, sexual content (hand job, fingering), talk of sex, violence ending in bodily injury.

Author’s notes: The Others, being attracted to water, took control of most towns and cities, but in areas with limited water there was more success keeping them out of water infrastructure. They are still dangerous which is why Albuquerque (a bitch to spell but a cool name) still takes precautions. Being a gathering place it attracts all kinds, including legitimate entrepreneurs and less savoury characters.

<<Chapter 3

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The following morning Bucky and Jade walked into the common room hand in hand while everyone was there. They seemed an odd couple, the tall, broad shouldered, dark haired Bucky and the shorter, slender, blonde, fair skinned Jade.

"Does anyone have any condoms?" asked Bucky, outright.

Everyone looked at Sam and Maria, being the only couple there. Sam shook his head no.

"I have an implant," said Maria. "We can put one on the provisions list."

"When's the next run?" asked Bucky.

"Two weeks," said Clint, smiling, "I could always go sooner in the quinjet."

"No," said Steve. "Quinjet is for missions only. No personal use."

"A provision run is organized just like a mission," said Peter, "just saying."

Steve glared at him. He was sympathetic but operating the quinjet was risky. They had already lost one quinjet and it's passengers, Fury and Rhodey, when the Others tracked them and blasted them out of the sky with a laser guided projectile. Bucky just looked at him when he vetoed using the quinjet then walked over to the list and added condoms and an implant to it.

"As you can see we're now a couple," he said. "If you have any comments say them now."

"Congratulations?" said Peter.

Bucky laughed and put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Thanks, kid," he said.

"Does this mean you're going to be less grumpy than before?" asked Sam.

"Doubtful," answered Bucky.

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

        Eden Ahbez, "Nature Boy" (song, recorded by Nat King Cole)

The addition of Jade, Ma, and Ben to the group at the Bunker seemed to lift the spirits of everyone there. Peter, who had silently suffered wondering if his Aunt May was alive or dead, connected with 10 year old Ben like a big brother, introducing him to the huge Lego stash. Recognizing Ben's thirst for knowledge Peter tutored him in math and science, finding a useful outlet for his own excess energy that kept him from brooding on the state of the world. Ma, who told Bruce she had been a nurse prior to a brain aneurysm that caused her psychic powers, proved to be a big help to him in the medical room and in his lab. Even though she looked about ten years older than him due to her white hair they found she was actually two years younger. They shared an appreciation for similar literature and music. As she helped him in setting up experiments they had all sorts of animated conversations about a raft of different subjects. Jade had honoured Peggy's wish and sought out Steve in private, offering him access to the memory of the encounter with his wife. His eyes had teared up but when he released Jade's hand he had looked thoughtfully at her and thanked her for sharing it with him. Then he went to his room and didn't come out for hours. After that it was never spoken of again.

The biggest change, even though he told Sam it was doubtful, was in Bucky now that he and Jade were a couple. They were together most of the time, hand in hand. He was much less surly and more polite. Ma, at her insistence, moved out of the two bedroom suite so Bucky could move in. When he asked Jade if Ben would have a problem with him being there she said no. Calling her son in she told Ben that Bucky wanted to talk to him and then she left before Bucky could protest, leaving the two alone. It had thrown Bucky for a loop as the boy sat across from him expectantly.

"Is this like the sex talk?" Ben asked. "I already know where babies come from."

"No," stammered Bucky. "How do you feel about me living here with your mom?"

"You make her happy," the boy replied. "She loves you and I think you love her. The way you look at her looks like love to me."

"I'm not trying to replace your dad," said Bucky. "You don't have to call me Dad.”

Ben smiled. "I didn't know my dad," he replied, "I was little when he was gone. I'll call you Bucky if that makes you feel better. Do you plan to have a baby with Mom?"

"No," replied Bucky. "Not for awhile anyways. Sorry, this feels awkward to me."

Ben nodded. "I have that effect on people although most everyone here has been good," he said. "She's a good mom and I'm sure she'll be a good wife, Bucky. I'll try to be a good son."

"Ben, how old are you?" asked Bucky.

"Ten, I'll be eleven in a month," he said. "How old are you?"

"Officially, 109 years old," said Bucky. "I look much younger."

Ben nodded. "That's because of the Winter Soldier, isn't it?" He looked at Bucky, quizzically. "Did you have a wife during the war?"

"No, no wife," said Bucky. "Just my parents, a sister, and Steve. Steve is 108 years old."

"Really?" said Ben. "Wow, you guys have lived long. Do you feel old?"

"Some days," said Bucky, pointing to his head, "especially in here."

Ben stood up and walked closer to Bucky standing in front of him. "Can I look at your arm?"

Bucky pulled his shirt off and showed it to him. Ben touched it with no fear or hesitation, running his fingers down the articulations, tracing the design.

"Does it hurt?" he asked. "Did it hurt when you lost it?"

"It hurt a lot when I lost the original arm," he said. "Some bad people gave me another arm that was very painful to use. Then when Steve rescued me some good people made this arm for me. It doesn't hurt and it's much lighter than the other one. It looks better, too, more like a real arm. The other one was more dangerous as it was made just for killing."

"Peter showed me some video of when you had the other arm," said Ben, looking Bucky directly in the eyes. "You didn't look happy, not like you look now. I like you better this way."

Bucky almost wanted to cry at the simple directness this boy had. "I like me better this way, too," he said. "Thank you, Ben. I like you a lot. I'll leave it up to you if you want to call me Dad. But if you do, you'll make me very happy."

Ben smiled and leaned into Bucky giving him a hug, which Bucky returned with emotion. Ben went to the suite door and said he was going to the Library. Bucky smiled at him.

"See you later, Ben," he said, then wept when the door completely closed.

He felt Jade's presence in his mind, asking permission to enter which he gave.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, your son surprised me," he replied in his thoughts. "He's a good kid."

"I think so," she said. "Do you want me to come back to the room?"

"No," he smiled. "I'll be out shortly. I love you, Jade."

He felt a warmth envelope him like a warm blanket had been put on his shoulders. "I love you, Bucky. I'll be here in the common room. Ma, Wanda, and I are going to try to find a nest and see if we can lure one of the Others away from it."

He acknowledged her and sat back in the arm chair, letting the warmth of her love fill him. He had felt love before, with Lily but this mental manifestation of Jade's love was something else. It made him feel ... safe. He began to wonder what sex with her would feel like and wondered how hard it would be to wait until the provision run for it to happen.

After the coven tried to lure one of the Others out of its nest Steve called a meeting to plan how they would capture the creature when they tried for real. Bucky walked in, sitting near the front, beside Jade. She took his hand and he immediately felt her presence in his mind.

"Jade, tell us how the practice round went," said Steve.

"We made contact and were able to single out an individual," said Jade. "Wanda thought we should implant the notion that one of their own needed help doing something. They took the bait and came out. It was in an exo-suit so we brought it out quite a way before we released it. It seemed confused at first then it answered the hive call and went back to the nest."

"Do you think you can jam it's connection long enough for us to bring one here and study it?" he asked.

Jade, Wanda, and Ma looked at each other. "About that," she said. "When we brought it out there were sentry Others that noticed it leaving. They kept calling it to return but they didn't follow it. We think they kept track of it visually. If that's the case we wouldn't be able to take it without them seeing."

Steve made a face at this bit of news but it was why they did a practice run. "Suggestions?" he put it out to everyone else.

"We can create a false view of the one we take and examine it on the spot," said Ma, "similar to how I kept the Sanctuary hidden. They would see it, but we would be invisible to them as we examined the suit and the creature."

"Who would go out there to do the examination?" asked Bucky.

"Bruce and myself," said Ma. "Perhaps Peter for added security. This is a scientific study and we can follow a procedure which we still have to establish to get the most information in the shortest period of time. Wanda and Jade can boost my ability to keep the veil over the site. I can multitask and still help in the examination."

"Okay, let's hear the pros and cons," said Steve.

"They're out in the open with no cover, other than the veil, and no one close enough to back them up quickly," said Bucky. "If the sentries see it happen again it may make them curious enough to come out and investigate."

"We can do a diversion," said Maria. "We can drop some explosives at the other end of the wash to draw them away from the veil. Sam, you could carry some IEDs with you, couldn't you?"

"Yeah, but they would have to be small enough that they don't weigh me down and easy enough to drop," he replied. "I'd want time to make them and try them out first."

"What's the insertion and extraction plan?" asked Clint. "Quinjet, car?"

"Good question," said Steve. "Both are going to attract attention."

"What about horses?" said Clint. "They've left the local fauna alone. They see horses coming they may think it's just some wild horses that wandered into the wash. There's an outfitter on the way to Albuquerque. We could talk to him on our next run."

"Bruce, Peter, Ma? Do you know how to ride?" asked Steve.

They all looked at each other and started laughing. "So, no," said Steve. "But it is a good idea. Clint, could you teach them in two weeks if we bumped up the provisions run to next week? We could trailer the horses back and they could learn in the two weeks before we execute the mission."

Clint nodded his head but grimaced and said it wouldn't be easy. Over the next week they planned the provision run. Jade was going on it so she could get the implant done in the clinic in town. Bucky insisted she be in his vehicle. He didn't want Jade to be out of his sight. It was a two and half hour ride at road speed but when they were on the road itself they went faster if conditions allowed it. The Others had been known to patrol for people travelling by themselves. They would send out two vehicles plus Sam would fly as eyes in the sky. There would be four people in one car, three in the other, all of them armed. One vehicle would pull a utility trailer that they would load their provisions in. The other would pull the horse trailer from the outfitters on the way back. They had already contacted the outfitter by radio, negotiated a barter price, and arranged a pick up time. If they left at 6 am their plan was to arrive back to the Bunker before sunset at 7 pm.

The night before the provision run Bucky and Jade laid in bed. She held him and stroked his long hair so softly that he felt himself being lulled into sleep.

"I did some research on the implants," she said quietly. "We'll have to use condoms for a couple of weeks until there's a high enough level of hormones in my system. I haven't been with anyone since Ben was little. You'll be gentle with me at first?"

"I'll try," he said. "It's only been a year for me but Lily and I had a very active sex life. When you had sex did you have a mind connection as well?"

"Yes," she said. "It intensifies it, at least for me but it's not good to do it too often. Seth never complained. He was normal like Ben. I would like to try without first. If that's okay."

"Why?"

"To experience you without any enhancements," she replied. "I noticed when you got out of bed that you're quite ... equipped. I want to see what you do with it. Plus it takes a lot out of me."

Bucky lifted his head up with a grin. "I knew you saw more than you let on," he said. "You just want me for my body. I'm hurt."

"You're a jerk," she smiled back. "The mind connection can be like a drug. I didn't use it all the time as it does take a toll on me. But we'll try it once tomorrow after we get back."

Bucky turned to her breasts and nuzzled them as he rubbed her pelvic area. "Now you're just teasing me," she said. "You're such a naughty boy for an old man."

"Just a preview, darling," he said, stopping and rolling over. "Get some sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow."

She spooned behind him but grabbed him and squeezed gently to repay the favour. He groaned a little but pulled her hand up to his chest and kept it there. When she woke up in the morning she had her hand down inside his boxers and he was erect. She started to pull her hand out but he interrupted.

"Don't stop now," he said. "I'm halfway there. You have very soft hands."

"Bucky," she said. "We agreed to wait until we had the condoms."

"You started it and we don't need them for this," he said over his shoulder. "Seems a shame to leave a man hanging like this."

With a sigh Jade kept stroking him. "Harder darling," he said with a slight groan. "Surely you did this for your husband once in a while."

Jade grasped him firmly and ran her hand up and down the shaft. Suddenly he pulled his T-shirt and boxers off without interrupting her rhythm. Then he threw the duvet off and switched to his back. His breathing was very ragged and he looked sideways at her deeply.

"Kiss me," he whispered then groaned. "Please."

She leaned over and as she did he put his larger right hand over her smaller one and really began stepping up the pace. His mouth was open and he ran his tongue over his teeth, begging her to put her tongue in his mouth. Firmly she pressed her mouth on his and thrust her tongue onto his. He groaned as she did so then tensed up considerably and she felt him come over himself, as he pumped it a few more times. Finally he released her hand and she flexed it, trying to get the blood flowing into it again. Pulling away from his lips she looked at him and he had a sly smile on his face.

"Thank you, darling," he said. "Could you get me some tissues to take care of this, please?"

She smiled and shook her head at the audacity of this man. Quickly he wiped himself off and dropped the tissues at the side of the bed, saying he would clean them up later. Then he kissed her deeply before turning her around and spooning behind her. He unbuttoned her pyjama top, caressing her breasts with one hand. She felt his lips on her neck, under her ear and it felt so good she leaned back into it. Then his artificial hand reached down inside her panties.

"Bucky," she said in an almost whining way. "No, we were going to wait."

"You did me, now I do you," he whispered. "Fair is fair. Think of it as me priming the pump."

"That's such a picture to feel sexy to," she said but she arched her back as he found the right spot inside.

He was whispering in her ear about how wet she was and all she needed was some stimulation. She lifted her upper leg slightly to give him more access and he whispered to go onto her back. As soon as she did he pulled her panties off, put two fingers into her and started kissing her breasts and mouthing her nipples. Her breath came in little gasps as the sensation inside her increased. She looked at him and found she couldn't see anything except those perfect white teeth behind his full lips. His right hand was under her and he pulled her closer to his lips, just gently brushing hers with his as he finger fucked her. She arched her back and moaned as he brought her closer by putting his thumb on her clitoris and circling it. Her hips were pushing into his hand and she wanted his mouth on hers. Her hand grasped his arm as she pulled herself closer to him and her eyes closed in anticipation of the rush which was almost there. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue caressing her tongue and she came with a cry that escaped from her throat. He thrust his fingers hard into her for several more moments then he pulled them out and massaged her pubic area sending little pulses through her body as he worked the remaining blood away from her core.

"You're such a bad man," she whispered. "Making me come when I was saving it all for tonight."

"Oh, wait until you've been with me later," he whispered back. "You're going to come several times tonight, I guarantee it."

Jade stretched and Bucky caressed her lithe body as she pushed herself outward. Their intercom buzzed and Steve's voice came through the speaker.

"Rise and shine lovebirds," he said. "Thirty minutes to provision run."

"Come on, quick shower," said Bucky. "I promise I won't molest you."

Bucky was as good as his word and in 15 minutes both were dressed and in the common room grabbing a quick bite to eat. On the table were boxes of electronics and 3D printed parts that they would use to barter for provisions and the horses. Scavenging as a way of life was necessary to find materials that others wanted. In a building full of inventive and creative people the flotsam that they picked up could be converted to many different uses, valuable to someone.

The lead car was comprised of Steve as driver, with Clint, Maria and Wanda while the second car was driven by Bucky, with Jade and Peter. Sam, as always, would be in the air. They had received word via Wanda that Scott Lang had arrived at the airport the day before and would be returning to the Bunker with them. Extra weapons were brought for him to use on the ride back. Steve had checked the weather station before they left and reported they would have a headwind going to Albuquerque with a chance of rain on the way back. Rain was never good as the Others loved water. It was speculated that was why they invaded Earth; to gain control of a planet that was three quarters water. They headed out and drove on the highway at 120 mph until the road got too rough, then they had to slow down to less than 60 mph. Eventually the guard turrets of Albuquerque became visible and Steve radioed in their code for safe passage through the minefield. Holding steady at 50 mph with Bucky following less than 10 feet behind him a track was elevated above the minefield and the two super soldiers drove onto it with pinpoint precision. Jade watched Bucky as he drove, his face was a mask of active concentration, his hands making slight adjustments on the steering wheel as they flew over the track to the other side of the minefield. As soon as they were clear the track lowered and both men gave a breath of relief as they now could slow down to a respectable 30 mph.

Jade looked excitedly out the window as Bucky drove behind the lead car. People waved at them and some ran to get their barter goods, knowing the Avengers always had good stuff to trade. She had never seen so many people in one place at one time. Her whole life had been spent first with Ma, then with Seth and Ben until Seth's death. But this was thousands of people and at first she was overwhelmed. Bucky took her hand and squeezed it.

"Stay close to me," he said smiling. "Don't want to lose you on your first shopping trip."

He reached under the seat and brought out a weapon, checking to make sure it was loaded, even though he had checked before they left. She noticed everyone was double checking their weapon. Bucky put his hand out for hers and he double checked and handed it back to her.

"We don't use them but we do show them," he said. "There are some people who think they can bully another to get a better deal. We wear the weapons openly to show them they aren't going to intimidate us. We get away with it because we're the Avengers and at one time or another we've saved their asses. Keep the safety on and lock your holster. Don't want an accidental discharge.

Then he went around to the trunk of the car and opened it, flipping open the boxes that were stored in there. The box of parts for the horse outfitter was kept in the back seat, under a blanket, with the doors locked. As soon as Bucky lifted the trunk hood a lineup had formed and people came with all sorts of stuff. Both he and Peter handled the business, nodding yes or shaking their head no at the offers. Someone offered gold for Jade and both Bucky and Peter stared so hard the man stammered and backed away.

"Fucking traffickers," Bucky muttered. "I'd love to shut down his operation. You have a unique look that they're always wanting for their sick customers. Come here and keep your arm around me to keep them at bay. I'm surprised he even dared to offer us something. They know we don't do that."

When the amount of barter items had been reduced to just one box Bucky asked Peter if he was okay on his own. Peter nodded and Bucky reached into a secret compartment in the trunk taking out a package. Grasping Jade by the hand they walked past Steve and the lead vehicle. Jade was amazed to see they had almost a full trailer of food stuffs.

"Steve, we're going to the clinic for the implant," he said. "Did you get any condoms? We're going to need them for the first couple of weeks."

"Some but you're going to need more, knowing you," smiled his friend. "What have you got for the clinic?"

"Wooden finger splints mostly," he said. "I machined some new scalpels as well."

"Woodworker and machinist?" Jade asked. "What else can you do that you haven't told me?"

"There's lot of things I can do," he looked at her directly. "We adapt and learn new skills all the time. There's always a market for well made things."

There was a small lineup at what was once a utility trailer. They stood behind the last person in line and patiently waited. Finally, it was their turn and the receptionist, a woman with multiple piercings, shaved head, and garish makeup looked up.

"Bucky," she said. "Long time, no see. What do you need?"

"My woman needs a birth control implant," he said. "We'll need condoms as well for the first couple of weeks."

"You could push it to a week," she said. "But I've got enough for even you, you horny bastard. What have you got?"

He showed her the finger splints and she turned them over in her hand, admiring the workmanship. She agreed they would pay for the condoms. He handed over the scalpels, explaining he had forged them himself from scrap metal, then had machined them to a high quality.

"You've outdone yourself," she said. "Six scalpels for the implant. If you want to sell me the rest of them I might be able to get my hands on some sex toys for the new girlfriend. Want to keep her happy."

"The mind connection is much better than any sex toy," said Jade in his mind. "Say no."

"No," he shook his head. "We're good. Thanks anyway. Dr. Wells might be interested in them."

"Suit yourself," she said. "Bring more next time and maybe I'll have something to tempt you."

The woman jerked her head behind her and the doctor, who had overheard the bargaining, asked Jade to expose the inside of her arm. He had her lie down with her arm bent at a right angle to her head. Then he injected a small amount of freezing into her arm near where the implant would go. While he waited for the freezing to take effect he told her there would likely be bruising and a cold compress would help with any swelling. He explained all the side effects that could go with it. Then he poked her arm to see if she felt the poke. With a special applicator he inserted the implant into the space between the two muscles on the inside of her upper arm. Covering it with a small bandage, then wrapping a larger bandage around the site he told Jade it was all done. Bucky helped her up and they left, holding hands.

"She's a piece of work but he's a good doctor," said Bucky. "They are the oddest couple. Let's see what Dr. Wells has for the remaining scalpels."

The lineup for this doctor was longer and Bucky was more protective of her as they waited. They saw the man who had offered gold for Jade watching them. A second man approached him and they spoke. Jade reached out and touched their minds. She touched Bucky.

"That man that offered you gold for me is back with another," she thought. "They're not taking no for an answer. They're considering taking you on."

"Hmph," said Bucky. "They wouldn't if they knew exactly what I could do to them. Can you keep track of them while I do the barter? That would be the best time to try something."

"Yes," she said. "They're broadcasting all over the place."

Finally, it was their turn and Bucky showed Dr. Wells' front person the scalpels. He had the six left and she was impressed with the quality.

"Could you make more?" she asked. "I can give you a box of penicillin for the six. Top grade."

"Deal," he said. "I can make more but it takes time to accumulate enough metal to forge."

Jade grabbed Bucky's hand. "They're making their move."

"Excuse me a moment," he said, leaning down into his boot and pulling out two knives. In one swift movement he turned and threw both knives at the men, catching them both in their shoulder. Then he picked each one up by the neck. "Touch her and you're dead. She's with me and you filthy pigs aren't getting your hands on her. Grunt if you understand."

Both made a sound that passed for a grunt. Bucky dropped them, then retrieved his knives from their shoulders, wiping the blades on the men's clothing as he stared them down.

"What do I get for giving you two customers?" he asked the receptionist, who smiled back at him.

"How about a vial of broad spectrum antibiotic?" she said sweetly. "Fucking traffickers."

With the antibiotics in hand they returned to the vehicles. Everyone was there including Scott who had hitched a ride from the airport. Jade felt good vibes from him right away when he offered his hand to her.

"Jade, I'm Scott," he said. "I've been on paternity leave. My wife Hope had a baby boy six months ago. You'll be sick of me by the end of my six month tour. These guys usually are."

"Hi Scott," replied Jade. "You're the Ant man, aren't you? Hank Pym is your father-in-law? Ma is going to love you."

Scott smiled his broad smile and nodded. "Wow, you really do read minds," he said. "Well, I'm an open book, no deep dark secrets to keep from you."

"Just first impressions, Scott," said Jade. "I'll stay out of your head unless it's an emergency."

Steve ordered everyone back in the cars as they still had to stop at the outfitters. Bucky put the antibiotics into a small cooler wired into the car to keep the drugs chilled. Scott transferred the box for the outfitter into the trunk and sat in back with Peter. They left Albuquerque noticing the headwind was now a tailwind and the forecasted rain hadn't yet happened.

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How does boyfriend Tony react if you ask for or simply mention you'd be in for a threesome with Captain America? (during, like, The Avengers era, ya know? Before Ultron and Civil War and all that)

Well even then, I don’t think Tony necessarily like, was a big fan of cap ya know? Cuz he did mention his dad talked about him a lot when he was growing up? But legit, I think Tony wouldn’t particularly appreciate it 🫢 cuz like, Steve is very big and strong and handsome 😠 and a lot nicer than him let’s be honest 😠 I think he’d get super quiet cuz like- he doesn’t wanna be mad… and you’ve had threesomes before so he really can’t be mad 😠 and now he’s probably a little jealous 😠 and for the next week Tony’s gonna be weirdly standoffish if you’re in the room and probably has to chime in to every little conversation 😒

It’s one thing with like, his best friends Rhodey and/or Happy, who’s first of all normal human beings 🤧 and his best friends that he’s know for a looong time… and it was a whole other thing with Justin… but…

Idk something about Steve will probably get under his skin :(

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The White Dove Pt 47 - Tesseract Stole My Candy

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Agony’s Other amongst the others at the pre-Yule trip back at the holiday dinner smiled as you looked at the card with the steps to a location online. They said, “Skrulls our Others faced off with back in the 80’s found out they had copied the Library of Alexandria and then burned it down to keep control of how humans were evolving. The Skrulls were killed and the Symbiotes hid their library of all the scanned documents. We knew you would appreciate it.”

“Thank you,” you said hugging them. “It’s incredible.”

“Oh don’t think us,” Phage’s Other said. “Mainly transcripts and tedious documents for all we have checked. Very few scintillating finds.”

“Tedious paints a picture all the same.” You said spreading smiles.

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Rhodey had called once he knew you were in town again. Thankful and flattered by your mention and use of his joke he shared he loved hearing from you. The same conversation he did give warning of the contract changes to come and Stark’s efforts to unload the planes still left to order a new fleet and that the military was planning to gain two new Blackhowls as well.

Pilots were gaining more confidence in handling them and two more were capable of training their own new pilots until they gained confidence as well for their own future craft. Especially in Arctic temperatures they thrived and showed little hassle as normal craft did no matter the weather and those would be used to help in rescue and transport missions there was little that hadn’t been thrown at them they’d seen the other side of scratch free. So there was always growing hope to expand the fleet as more jobs were made safer with them in the lead to get it done.

Money was coming, and the closer you got to your birthday the better as it could finally change everything to grant so much freedom and comfort. Just had to wait a bit longer. Couple more weeks. Just a couple more then a few months after that and there was no logical way to keep you from getting your degree from Midtown and then you could just focus on crunching through your degrees to see if something stuck out for you to chase as a true passion. The more time you snuck on Eldfalls’ sail however you knew that at least somewhere in there that work of ships in some way could be a part of your future, if only to repair him as he aged or his sail would eventually give out.

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“Pluto,” a voice that took you a moment to recall with help of your bees turned your head from the egg, pepper and potato scramble you were making. “It’s Doctor Strange, of course congratulations, but I did want to call you as my hospital board is willing to give some of your patient scanners a shot.”

“It’s because,”

“You won a Nobel prize for Medicine, yes,” he cut you off, “But also partly because I have been badgering them non-stop about it every quarterly meeting and review session I could manage to crash. So in part you would be helping to shut me up.”

Softly you giggled making the Doctor grin at the hopeful sign he had accomplished this feat. “How many and how soon would you need them and what style would you want?”

“They come in styles?” He asked and it was your turn to grin.

“Normally I keep them as winged insects, so they can fly around, but I can make them as parrots or small birds if they like.”

“Our hospital logo is a hummingbird, they might like that.”

“I can do that, easy.”

“Quantity, right, they said we can start with 80, to test them out in the ER and ICU, and they will sign a check for $800k upon delivery and demonstration of how they work.”

The sheer number had you a bit stunned and you said, “Alright, I’ll get right on them,” you said beginning to glow and form one over your free mist coated palm, “And let you know when I’m finished, shouldn’t take too long just a week or so.”

“I will let them know and they can ready the press piece for it.”

“Killing the insurance market is really hitting hospitals that hard?”

Lowly he let out a chuckle, “We got patients coming out of the floorboards since it’s affordable. And calls daily about the work your research center is doing on when drugs could be possible. I knew you were gonna be something impossible. Keep up the good work I won’t keep you, enjoy your morning.”

“You too,” you said watching the colorful half palm sized bird begin to fly around and be greeted by your bees that would help to finish the programming to monitor patients properly to hospital standard.

“Oh now these are just downright adorable.” He said with a beaming smile as three of the newly created hummingbird scanners hovered around him while he brought up the tickets he got to surprise you with for a show a bit later.

“Dr Strange pulled through. His hospital wants 80 and their logo has a hummingbird on it. $800k,” you said making him let out a whistle as they projected scans of his body and Venom hiding inside of it. “Almost feels a bit like cheating since I can grow them myself.”

“This is not cheating. These are the wings that will carry on the next round of the medical world revolution.”

With a giggle you said, “Certainly the most adorable revolution I’ve seen.”

“Gonna make some recharging nests too?”

“Yes, I think I can ration four pods in a clump to spare install time.” You said showing him the sketch of the four bubble shaped spiral tiered nest station that could be installed like a sconce he smiled wider at.

“So precious.”

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“Have the contracts ready for you right here.” Matt said and Foggy helped to pass you the first for Stark. Page by page Matt explained the terms with help of Foggy on a few finer details on your non-Braille copy so you could sign at the numerous flag stickers and date.

The military contract was much larger and had included the details that you would be paid in full for the next go round to do with the funds as you pleased.

Once the contracts were concluded the talk of other mortgage scandal clients filled a small gap while you ignored the press scandal of the latest of the tumor riddled pop star whose male mistress was telling all. While looking far younger than her and her much older boyfriend, a lawyer was called for in her own case as he had shared videos, pictures and messages galore. To prove they had been hot and heavy for years with a baby on the way that she was desperate to not let the world know she was debating on how to handle the so called devastating fiasco for her career due in just under six months.

And of course like the fame seeking habit of a pug faced former model wife of another famous R&B singer had put her foot into the fire to kick off even the least talkative Congressmen to give their stances and stir up plans of a march in Washington. Again a vote and bills were being brought up with the same tumor riddled pop star and her dissolving public reputation linked pregnancy in the center of it.

“Do you have a timeline on when they want the next set of planes?” Matt asked.

“Spring was what they told me they hoped for, hangar isn’t heated that well to have me there. But they might be up to something else and keeping mum on it.”

Matt said, “Well if the base is up North could have more to do with some rail work repairs than that from what I hear.”

“See, secret keeping.” You said making the duo chuckle.

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Through the doors of the hospital it was a bit comical to some to see the wheelbarrow of the recharging nests and 80 birds all over the rest of the space within the means of transport from the van Eddie helped you to bring them in. All over the press was your face with hummingbird breeds. And for a team of photographers you were filmed atop a folding ladder you used to mount the tiered docks within or near to walls close to the ceiling to not allow them to be bumped by chance to protect them while charging. Throughout the ER and ICU they were assigned and to the numerous members of staff both Doctor and Nurse alike you shared the basic function of the birds that proved to show they could and had linked to the chart system within seconds.

“They each have names,” you said and specifically to a snickering set of Residents, “No matter how ridiculous it might seem to you,” luring the focus of the Doctor heading their training who glared at them, instantly ceasing the amusement, “They are social unlike their biological counterparts, and will require communications regarding patient care. Instruction of scans of certain body parts or even just transfer of scans to another department.”

One patient who had a broken foot agreed to be the guinea pig and watched as the others did the projected scan of the broken bones and pins used to secure them again inside the cast. Though a flight higher notified their surgeon of a blood clot that had the patient hurried off to have that handled before it could be allowed to travel any farther closer to their heart. “There also is a feature of the flock that were a Doctor to simply dismiss any complaint of a patient due to weight issues, something made up for attention, or done out of enhanced anxiety, or that of a ‘woman problem’ or something as frivolous than that Doctor’s file will be flagged for implementing bias and the flock will signal another Doctor to the patient to be treated properly.”

A Doctor scoffed and said, “What if it is a weight issue, like arthritis? Or a women’s issue like a cyst or period cramp?”

“The bias statement will be issued after the scan. And any and all possible harmful issues will be noted within the file upon their visit. Any anxiety flags will send word to the psychology department for a consult as well to be safe and also amongst the other features is one that should someone come in within an abusive relationship, be it parental, domestic or otherwise the police will be notified and the room will be monitored and taped for evidence to support the victim.” You said parting lips. “Doctor and Nurse abuse is far less frequent than other forms in terms of hospital statistics and if that can be remedied at least within these walls the flock will assist all that is possible. And such, should there be a delirious or belligerent or aggressive patient or relative each are able to produce a sedative gas like chloroform to assist in rendering the aggressor immobile long enough to have them contained.”

“How often do you imagine we deal with aggressive patients?” A second Resident chortled making you look their way.

“The gas is for the Nurses’ protection, who take the brunt of it.” You said making May Parker and others amongst the Nurses smile at the additional help for them. “Each of them will learn your names and they have different plumages to aid in learning theirs. Also should you dye your hair, change colored contacts or go through any cosmetic procedures try to keep your staff pictures updated or they will refuse you from the system and not take your verbal commands as they will recognize your appearance as well as your voice.”

“And if we dye our hair a lot?” One of the Doctors asked with pink tips to her hair matching the tips on her nails and earrings.

“Then a thumb print confirmation on their bellies you can request will suffice until you update your file again.” The few other patients who agreed to be scanned both were awed at seeing previous issues they knew of and a few who learned of incoming issues they could turn around now before it was a life threatening level. Check in hand it was off to the bank while you checked on the progress of a legal hurdle you had caught wind of.

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A big wig had learned where Isaiah Bradley and another 40’s era vigilante now in her own retirement lived, and had bought up their mortgages in a bank takeover that had for sale signs in their yards. Issue was made of a slight against his father decades prior was what you had learned, a KKK member who was claimed to have been brutalized and vanished, except for his head found on a spike put in the front of the burnt building where his charter held meetings.

Through your bank, by means of a more than helpful teller, your hefty investment into the bank at a claim to wish to tear those houses down to build one of your own in the quieter town to have a lab finally had a backed statement of funds for the second bank with control of the mortgages. As Matt was in court Foggy had arrived to assist you in completing the paperwork that by the set of the sun garnered you two property packets to keep track of as well as notice of the deed reprint forms to keep in place of the deeds that could arrive anywhere from six weeks to three months from now.

$800k now after the property values after their latest inspections had fragmented into just under $80k that you would hold in savings and hope another emergency would not kick up until another hospital wanted more of your birds when the first shared how brilliant they were. Right out after a stop for something to grab takeout to Isaiah’s home Eddie drove and split the bags of food to carry with you to the door.

You had seen the expensive car that had driven away and heard Elijah yelling still inside while an unsettling buzzing sound went off next door at Miss Jubilee’s house. All the same you went to the door and rang the bell hearing from inside, “What does that mother fucker want now?!” from Elijah.

And muttered curses from Isaiah who said, “Just, wait here! Don’t do anything foolish and make this fifty times worse! I will not have you rot behind bars like I had to!”

Through the stained glass outer door his eyes fell upon you as you flinched a few fingers off the bag pressed to your chest, “Pluto, Eddie,” opening the glass door you stepped aside to allow him to do so he asked as you flashed a second wave to Elijah who peeked out from his room. “What brings you out here this time of day?”

“Wanted to celebrate, brought some food.”

“Right, your hospital, the birds. Come in.” He said inhaling deeply to keep calm and his own news to himself showing you both in once the doors were closed to the dining room.

“Well not exactly,” you said with a grin his way. Atop the table you left the bags and faced him bringing out the property packets you showed him. “I bought two houses!” Across the one for his he read the address and his jaw dropped.

“Pluto,” he murmured. “This is a $450k house!”

“Very sound investment, only I got a fair discount telling the owner of the other bank I wanted to tear your house and Miss Jubilee’s house down to make a mini mansion of my own a la Vanderbilt style.” You said making his eyes tear up in gratitude, “Could you help me tell her there’s a buzzing sound coming from her place that doesn’t seem right, before she does anything drastic.”

“That’s your money Pluto.” He said stepping closer.

“Hospitals will catch on, and want their own flocks, plus in Spring military wants two more Blackhowls and I got my jobs. Taxes will be a bitch but, worth it to fuck over a white supremacist’s day.”

Tightly he hugged you and stepped back to let Elijah, who had heard and hurried over to join in, claiming more room in a hug all his own. “Let’s go tell Miss Jubilee. We will pay you back, every penny.”

“Well I’d be glad to take a loss either way, I mean I can’t logically move here yet or afford the upkeep so I will be needing some trustworthy people who know the terrain around town to manage the pesky gardens out back,” you joked making him chuckle and wipe his eyes to head outside and next door.

The elderly woman there was just as grateful and overjoyed to calm her uproarious family with the news as you went back to eat after she’d stowed her favored chaos machines she was readying to go wreak havoc on the man Eddie confirmed the Hive would go after once the ink was dry on the deal.

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“And it will take a week for the sale and the fund transfer to solidify so just be certain to play up the fact I’ll have to evict you all to drag things out. All the hassle for me but after that’s dry it’s paid in full and he can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“Thank you, Pluto.” Isaiah said with a lingering sentimental gaze at the final goodbye of the night.

“You didn’t have to suit up again. You did, for me. Faced Nazis for me. Least I could do, spend a dreary boring afternoon signing paperwork to let you keep your homes. This home needs you.” You said widening his smile. “Not to mention Murdock and Foggy are looking into the other mortgages that bank has and if anything suspicious happens there just might be some legal trouble coming his way he can’t fight off with a paycheck.” Gaining a chuckle from him as you climbed into the van. Unseen in the pull away to them you took the chance to flex your sore hands from the work of the install and the numerous signatures of the hours of paperwork.

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The purchase of two properties and plans to sell them back soon enough was an intriguing notion to your grandfather and paternal cousins at the welcome back meal upon landing back in Norway for Yule break. Although bedtime was a welcome thing to have you wake up early the next morning to handle the paperwork to help step into the eventual research study of your injections. To see what would be required to get that up and running as the one for degenerative diseases had found its groove and ample funding for now thanks to the medals and public outpouring of support.

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Lego like internal blocks of the rings you had designed were left in a pile on the coffee table inside the rental with Eldfalls peering on at your work one at a time with tools Yggdrasil had shared the designs of. Low ‘mmhms’ and ‘uh-uhs’ from him answered the proper angles to latch each one into place with fingers extended to nudge the pieces into more ordered lines to help your choice of the next one.

Hours both Eddie and Thengel watched the growth of glowing crystal internal workings inside the halves of rings Eldfalls helped to hold one so you could line them up to bind them together.

Sparks and brilliant shows of light that filled the rental for a few near blinding moments left the house damage free. Only Eldfalls kept it levitating as he nudged you to complete folding the second ring together. That act not just had the second ring light up but the first in shifting prisms of color inside the ring that had the black metal rotate like a double helix revealing green glow in gaps within the rings. Around them your bees scanned for stability proving they both gave off oxygen as you had thought up by the makeup of the internal parts. By means of the pocket calculator sized remote Eldfalls reminded you to make first the glow was shut off as you powered them down.

“Oh those are so cool,” Eddie said when your bees scanned them showing they were not emitting anything making you smile at the successful creation of the rings you now had to learn how to control by means of various tests in the months to come. This was a nice distraction as you were invited to a party at the Palace where the King and Queen hoped to use this as a makeshift coming out party as you would be back in New  York for your 18th birthday. While Thengel shared he had your mother’s tiara, at least for the basic rule to not allow those under 18 to wear them, you were free of that expectation for this party. They hoped to place you in view of more than a few acceptable matches with families who would at least pretend to your face to be glad to link you to their sons if given the chance.

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 “You know, he could have just said he wanted to keep the shirt.” You sighed as you folded the poor copy of the flannel Banner had sent to your place as a Christmas present thanking you for loaning it to him. Your Landlord having kept the package safe back at your building until you had returned. This one to your sensitive senses far rougher than the former, with an embroidered octopi inside the back of the collar sporting eight legs instead of the nine you had embroidered into the original that had felt so magically soft when you found it for Eddie. Only to discover it was too small for him enabling him to let you keep it and buy him another to replace it.

“I mean he’s not even stealthy wore the thing to a lecture in India yesterday too.” Eddie said stretching his legs after your long flight back. The hall of his building being painted had brought him to hang out at your place for a bit where he could at least spend some more time with you to if anything plan out something small to do to celebrate your big birthday coming up.

2012 had just kicked off and wading through some wind blown confetti still from the New Years bash people had brought from the big ball drop on their bodies you were back again and moved back to your loom to get the final few inches left of this section completed by your next meal. All the while talking with Eddie who watched your focused efforts adoringly at just how long you had to work on this sizeable sail and even after the weaving was through how much work was left to do to get the water and wind proofing completed.

During your next meal you asked him, “What happens if he won’t hold water?”

And with a smile he said, “One way to find out, let’s hook the trailer up to the bus and go for a dip.” Your smile spread and excitedly when you went to tell him Eldfalls began to hum while you dropped the mast to be able to take the trailer out.

“Whatcha doin?” turned your head when you had stepped back out of the open doors to double check no one was blocking the street like some trucks did for late deliveries to shops nearby.

MJ amongst a group of Ned, Peter and Peter’s uncle Ben asked you spotting the lifejackets and bundles of rope in your bent arm. “Oh, hey, just checking the watertight capabilities of the hull I patched.”

She asked, “You’re going to the ocean, for that? Or, like a test pool?”

“Ocean.” You said lifting the life jackets. “Got some floaties just in case.”

Ned asked, “How likely is it to sink again?”

“Not likely, only about 45% chance.” You said making Ben chuckle.

Off his chest he lifted his camera, “Can we come? Take some fun pictures in exchange?”

“If you like. We have spare floaties and a rubber ducky life raft that can fit seven just in case.” Excitedly they came inside the garage and climbed inside the open van to sit either on the bed or the floor at their choice leaving you and Eddie the front seat.

“Wow, it’s actually a duck.” Peter said eyeing the picture on the clear bag containing the inflatable duck shaped raft amongst the spare life jackets you added from the locker along the wall with some spare folding chairs you put inside Eldfalls’ deck.

“I doubt Eldfalls will sink again, but I plan for chaos, best to be prepared.” To Eddie you said, “Have the pedal motor too just in case, which counters as ice breakers as well, and the paddles, ropes, lifejackets, floaties, ducky raft, crank lanterns, and emergency rations. Plus the safety radio to contact shore and other boats.”

“List is good, called ahead and dock is open to midnight. Won’t take that long but it will be a fun video to shoot.” Closing yourselves in the van Eddie fired it up and started the drive to the nearest dock. Both temperature and gentle snow fall had others far from willing to be on the water right now, backwards on the trailer the ship was eased into the water enough for you to let the others out and help them up onto the deck so that you could be the one to unhook Eldfalls from the trailer. Ankle deep in the water you pushed on the hull to begin guiding him out.

Eddie was quick to park and return to join you in another good push and leap up to grab the hull sides to pull yourselves up to join the others. “Okay, let’s get you a good bit off the shore line, then we can try the controls.” Paddles were taken for a surprisingly amused group task of rowing the large ship through the near freezing waters. Those were set aside when the feel of the current changed. Ben from a few angles began to snap some pictures of both people inside and the view only to turn his head at the gentle hum of the engine as your hand came to rest upon the rudder control.

Like the notes inside the book Beserkers supplied for you said ever so slightly the grip was rotated and the wings on either side had the teens and Eddie chuckle in awe at their sudden jolt to flap like hummingbird wings. While meant to fly all the same at a tolerable chug along to get the hang of the grip control and some steering to maneuver around a few small waves like propellers the wings moved Eldfalls along.

“Hey!” the Human Torch overhead looped around and gave you a wave. “Looking good Pluto. Finish that sail yet?”

“Not yet,” you called back. “Water test.”

“Looks good, love the wings. Getting colder though. Don’t stay out too long.”

“We won’t,” you answered and he waved for the teens snapping pictures of him before his jet off to check on something for Reed.

A good distance from shore Eddie helped you to lift the mast so you could adorably to Ben’s amusement wiggle around the side of the opening to drop into the hull. “Any sign of water?” Eddie asked from above keeping eye on the waves in case any changed too drastically.

Around where the hole once was you went with lantern in hand filming by means of a bee in your hair the hull and not the engine so Eldfalls wouldn’t power down on you. “Not by the patch. Bit from the deck off the wings looks like.” Scans from your bees confirmed not even a tiny slow leak was being obscured from your notice and back up you leapt to pull back up so the mast could be lowered again. A sudden shift of the wind had the ship lean to the side urging the group to move to the other side out of fear to help balance the weight and tilt it back. Though when the mast was down the ship evened out forcing them to let out a collective breath.

“Feels like the wind is shifting. Best to head back in, water will start to still and freeze soon.” Near to an hour was all this trip took, by the time you turned around and got the ship pushed back onto the trailer and secured, so the cold teens could get back in the warming van to heat up again. They got to ride on a real life alien ship even if it was freezing outside so their joy was beyond compare. Same as Eldfalls who got his first run in the water which out in Norway was near to impossible as most of the waters were already frozen over and ferries took heavy motors to break ice obscuring their usual paths. At their homes they were dropped off so you could take the trailer back and order a dinner in.

Curiosity however won out and filmed by your bees a spare cracked mug you had was tossed through one of the powered up transporter rings only to shatter against the wall the beam that shot out the second was aimed at causing you and Eddie to both flinch. “Oh, that was fast.” He said and powering them down you gave it a try to adjust the settings off your notes and listened as he planned a trip to the second hand shop to buy some spare mugs the following day to continue the experiment you documented inside a new blank notebook marked for the process of making them work.

 *.*.*

 “This Brock again. He’s like her own personal reporter. Might as well have a gossip column on the life of this kid for the Bugle.” Tony muttered to himself over the morning paper he had been using in a means to put off the inevitable task of the day to check the progress of the sales of the final few of the first fleet to help said kid gain some financial momentum.

Jarvis chimed in, “The Bugle is quite favorable on mentioning locals who are accomplished. Statistically comments online have shown a favorable amount of pride for Miss Pear.”

“Don’t doubt that, just hard to bring her anywhere close without hope of this Brock guy snagging a scoop on it. Even has at least twenty in depth interviews with Misique since she got here. Not one mentioning she was a teen. Guy’s up to something skewing things to how he wants readers to see things.”

“Sir, most reporters share that technique.”

“I get that. But he’s got a stake in this.”

“He could always care for her earnestly, Sir.”

“Barely got a slam dunk in his writing career until he first talked to Misique. No way that’s just in earnest. I know reporters and they always have an angle to chase.”

 *.*.*

 “Where’d it go?” you asked yourself as a second mug simply vanished instead of landing on top of the cushioning pile of blankets and pillows to catch the mug’s fall as well as the candies you had put inside.

Curiously you made note of the vanished mug and eyed the duo of hovering rings you collected a second mug from the basket of experimental dummies to toss at one that shot right out the second. “Curious.” You muttered and made note of the early morning experiment while you readied for the first day back at school.

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 “You will not fail me, or I will kill them all.” The words jolted Loki out of his latest nightmare to wide eyed stare with darkly circled lids and a pale complexion almost glistening due to the beads of sweat stirred from his latest reminder of what Thanos’ crony had done to him to make him obedient. Awoken laid atop a lounge inside his private vault of a bedchamber none could enter. Here he kept the Tesseract with him, in case of another inexplicable theft as with Clint.

Familiar light similar to that of the Bifrost shone above his body to drop a mug his hand rose to grab mid air. Curiously his head tilted at the ghost shaped thing inside which ringing collisions of candies came to an end causing the lights to vanish.

Onto his side he rolled to not have to sit up so he could peer inside the mug to see the chocolate covered raisins. Between two fingers he lifted one that he simply shrugged mentally and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm, delicious,” chewing simply so he could swallow and pop another into his mouth to savor the gift he attributed to the Norns as he had no clue of who else to thank for the delectable treat that reminded him of home so far from here by means of his most treasured childhood treat.

The mug was set aside and still exhausted now with images of his mother in his head he allowed himself to sleep again in hopes of her memory to chase away his monsters he battled night and day.

 *.*.*

 “I’ve checked the settings three times, this is four mugs and about half a bag of candy now Elliot.” You said on the phone with your hopeful helping hand to right this issue having called him after school when at Eddie’s for dinner.

“Perhaps there is interference.”

“What could possibly interfere with this? Like radio waves?”

“No, it would have to be another gateway.” He said making you huff.

“All I’m hearing is me having to jump through it myself to fix this problem.”

“Unfortunately.” Elliot said making you plop to the side on your mama panda bear chair to cover your face with your hand.

“Of course. One way ticket to get stabbed or shot at, though this time alien tech level combat mode.”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie said.

But Elliot cut him off, “Oh no, best not to risk you two being sent to different places until the matter is fixed.”

“And what if the other person doesn’t want to turn off their portal?”

“Well, then we will have to evaluate the necessity for their portal and perhaps take it by force.” He said making you grumble into your palm.

“I’m not going to wage war so I can have the only portal on this planet.”

“The interference claims otherwise. You haven’t received anything yet, have you?”

“No, just someone keeps taking my mugs, candy without sending them back.”

“Hmm, perhaps then the other party is unaware of the portal and shall make the matter easier.”

“I can’t believe we’re hoping for an ignorant person who I have to break a possible heirloom of theirs to not have this issue.” You said shaking your head, “Were there issues like this with the Bifrost?”

“Oh scores.” He said making you close your eyes. “Once there was a portal on Midgard however many races attempted to make their own and Bor had to destroy them all and declare it a fully Asgardian realm negating the need for mortals to have their own portal as they could be claimed at Bor’s will.”

“So I’m breaking Bor’s proclamation is what I just got.”

And he chuckled, “No, Odin attempted a portal of his own but there were troubles and then transport was barred as travel to Asgard was banned at the end of the war.”

“Pissing off the still living AllFather, even better.”

“Had he found fault Heimdall would have been issued to confiscate those rings. Clearly you have been granted possession of those portals by Yggdrasil and that is a right he cannot fathom the power to revoke. The great tree would simply return the rings to you. You are a gatekeeper now, who are very rarely located and highly coveted as such.”

Shaking your head you tried to ignore the thoughts of the AllFather and the great tree at war over something you had done. “If I have both rings then why do they need a guardian when I’ll be the one using them?”

“While there may be two gates, where you use them, danger is always possible, and a guardian is always required no matter if it is a link of two rings or a gateway that can reach a multitude of realms.” He drew in a breath and continued.  “Keep at the tests and as promised when you complete your sail we will send our weavers to assist in the waterproofing as the heat treat is rather simple. Everything will come into play as it should, just keep on your usual schedule. Same as always you will make sense of the rings in due time, no need to rush that, and I know you are respectfully diligent to complete your sail panels up to your standards. We will be out soon and you have our number if you get stuck.”

Pt 48

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Found Family #Symbiotes #James Rhodes #Tony Stark #Jarvis #Ben Parker #Ned and MJ #Peter Parker #Water Test #The Human Torch #Johnny Storm #Loki x oc eventual #Loki #Loki x oc #Elliot Randolph #Marvel #Dr Strange #Matt Murdock #Foggy Nelson #Isaiah Bradley #Elijah Bradley #Tesseract trouble