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secret notes part 5: same boat

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Summary: The team starts to speculate who The Lonely Avenger could be, and decide to watch a live stream of your first live show.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none, this is a fluffy story [if i missed something, let me know and i'll update immediately]

Things to be aware of: idiots in love, mutual pining, reader in denial

"You all keep assuming that this is some fantasizing teenage girl in her dorm room that has a thing for the dark-haired morally questionable brother. Who would probably have a thing for the Draco Malfoys, the what was that vampire guys' name again? Damon something? Guys like that. We're assuming this is someone we don't know. Someone we've never met. I'm saying we narrow our horizons a bit."

"What are you saying, Tony? This is someone on the team?"

"No, Rhodey. I'm saying this could be someone we've worked with in the past. Specifically someone Rock of Ages has worked with before."

As Wanda walked in to the training room, hearing the men talk, a panic set in inside of her. They were narrowing down the identity of The Lonely Avenger to someone they've worked with? How much longer until they think to look into the team itself? How much longer until they looked at you?

"Afternoon, gentlemen," she greeted the pair she secretly dubbed the Iron Brothers. "You two up to no good?"

"Spitballing about who Ms Lonely Avenger on YouTube might be," Rhodes answered. "Tony here thinks that maybe Laufeyson's met her before and she developed some insane emotional attachment to him, which is why she's doing all this."

"You know what, I second this," Sam announced as he walked in. "There's something about how she sings these songs to Horns. Like there's a personal connection. Like she's confessing, not just declaring, you know?"

"Who's confessing?" More panic set in to Wanda as she heard your voice echo through the training room. "Should we ready some Congratulations banners and confetti poppers?"

"Not just yet, jellybean," Tony answered. "We don't know who she is yet."

"Wait who are we talking about again?" The confusion on your face was obvious; you truly hadn't heard what they were speaking about before you entered the room.

"The lark, darling." Wanda stifled a smile as she watched you stiffen and hold back a blush as Loki walked in and used that endearment with you. "They're trying to figure out who my admirer on the internet is."

"Oh?" you squeaked. "And where are you all at with this?"

"We think it's someone that Bambi's met, possibly worked with," Tony answered your question. "Possibly someone we consulted with for a mission? Someone in the tower? Someone he saved?"

"Someone on the team," Rhodes offered, looking quite suspiciously at you. Could he know? How could he know? All very valid questions that you can't ask without raising his suspicions, Wanda reminded herself.

"Nah, Rhodes. This one, I don't second. If anyone on the team sounded like that, we would know. Hell if I could sing like that I'd never shut up. You heard her last video? You got a voice that sweet you'd never stop singing. And if she's someone on the team, we would have heard her by now."

Wanda almost audibly sighed in relief as Sam's logic began to steer suspicion away from you. Much as you were more open with her and Nat about your secret life as a singing YouTuber, and they even cover for you so that you could record on off days and not have to stockpile as much as you used to, she knew that you weren't ready quite yet for the rest of the team to know quite yet. Who knew which one of them would slip up and mention it to Loki on accident?

"Why don't we just go to her live show?" Peter asked from the door. "She has one tonight at Groove. 10pm. We could go there and--"

"Scare her off? Think this over, Parker. She performs, she sees an Avenger in the audience, she shuts down her channel and hides until the end of time. The smart move is to wait for people to upload videos of her performing so that we can find out who she is finally."

"I like the way you think, Wilson," you agreed with him, your casual tone giving nothing away. You sounded so carefree about this entire ordeal that even Nat would be proud if she could hear you, but at the moment she was prepping your outfit for said live show, as well as their disguises so that they could sit among the audience and cheer for you. "Tell us what she looks like when we get back. Girls' night."

"Okay I have a question. You're going on this live show and you seem really confident that people won't recognize you. You're an Avenger. Your name and your face is all over the media, the internet. How can you be so sure that nobody will recognize you?"

You smiled at Nat as her concern made her brows furrow, waving an unsuspecting-looking pair of glasses her way. "Swiped it from Operations this morning, something that Stark's trying out. Basically when you wear this it distorts the light waves that are picked up by any camera pointed at its wearer. So despite all these phones and all these cameras pointed at me, nobody will be able to prove that The Lonely Avenger is really just plain old Y/N Y/L/N."

"Smart girl," she praised. "I'm proud of you. Now let's go. Try to get some food in you before you go live tonight. We can change our clothes in the car."

As if right on cue, Wanda appeared at your door. "Ready?"

"Ready," you and Nat said at the same time, taking each other's hand.

"To baby's first live show," the spy teased softly. "Thank you for inviting us to it, babes."

"I was always going to, you know," you answered. "Had you not found out when you did, I would've told you tonight. You bitches just needed to be patient," you finished with a playful shove at both of them.

You were just about to step into the elevator when a voice stopped you in your tracks. "Y/N?"

Natasha let go of your hand and kept walking toward the elevator, giving you a subtle signal to "turn around and talk to him", so you did. "Hey, Mischief." You stood still as he walked toward you. "What's up?"

"You're leaving for the night?" There was a slight motion of his hand, as if he was about to move it toward something but stopped midway.

"Erm…yeah. Girls night and all."

"You'll be safe?"

You chuckled at the question. "Loki, I'm with a master assassin and one of the most dangerous practitioners of magic this side of the universe. And even without them I can hold my own. But honestly I'd trust these two with my life even if they're drunk out of their minds. I'll be safe."

He nodded, as if mulling over your answer, and stepped just the slightest bit closer to you. "If at any point tonight, your situation becomes decidedly…unsafe…" he trailed off.

"I'll call you, I promise," you finished for him, unable to prevent a fond smile forming on your face. He may not return your feelings, but it warmed your heart knowing that he was this concerned for your safety.

A soft smile graced his features as he reached up to tuck a lock of hair currently forming a slight curtain over your face behind your ear. "Such resplendence shouldn't be hidden away," he said simply, touching your chin before putting his hand back down. "I suppose I will see you in the morning then."

"Suppose you will, Mischief." With an awkward wave as you stepped backwards toward the elevator, he turned around and walked in the direction of his room. When the doors closed on you and your friends, they looked at you with amused looks in their eyes. "Not a word. I don't even know what the fuck just happened."

The temptation to seek out this place called 'Groove' as 10 o'clock loomed closer crept up on Loki that night. He knew that whoever The Lonely Avenger was, she would be performing there according to the information acquired by the Spiderling. And he was so morbidly curious as to the true identity behind this voice was as he heard her this week dedicating a song to him about how she pictured him when she would think of home.

He wanted desperately to know who she was. But even more desperately, a pathetic part of him still held on to hope that perhaps Rhodes was right. Perhaps the person behind the voice was someone on the team. Perhaps it was you.

Perhaps you returned his affection and he had made an error in assuming that you merely thought of him as a friend.

He stood up at the sound of a tentative knock on his door, surprised to find the Spiderling adolescent on the other side with a notably cautious and terrified look on his face. "Uhh hi, Mr Loki, sir. We were going to watch a live stream of The Lonely Avenger and we were wondering if you wanted to watch with us? Because you're the one all her songs are for?"

The god was taken aback at the invitation, but couldn't in his right faculties find a reason to turn down the offer. "I would, actually. Thank you, Parker." He followed the child to the common area and stood behind the sofa as a video began to play on the large screen in front of the team.

"Alright, everybody, this is the moment we've all been waiting for, but before we begin, I did get a few instructions from The Lonely Avenger herself. She knows that many of you will have your phones out, but all she requests is that if you do recognize her by chance, do not say her name tonight. That's all she asks." That was strange. The god would think that this woman would request not to have recording devices out all together if she was adamant on keeping her identity a secret.

After a few moments the common room echoed with raucous applause. She had taken the stage. But then the applause was overtaken with questions of "what the hell" and accusations that this Lonely Avenger had tampered with their devices somehow. When he looked at the screen once more, he saw that the stage did in fact have a woman on it, but her face was shrouded in a bright white spiraling halo.

"Stark…" Rogers said in a cautious tone. "Isn't that…"

"That's my tech," the billionaire finished with wonder in his tone. "She's using one of the image distortion glasses that R&D just put into testing last month."

"Hold on. Tony, that means--"

"You might be right, Rhodey. This might be someone on the team."

Y/N? Darling, could it truly be you? Loki thought to himself, indulging in the thought that perhaps you were the woman on stage, and the night you said you would spend with your friends was a ruse. That Romanoff and Maximoff were disguised amongst the audience members.

"At the very least, now we know it's someone who works in the tower. And has access to R&D," Stark finished.

A/N: Keep indulging that thought, Loki, you're on the right track.

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 29: The Story Of Your Life

Characters & Pairings: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Pepper potts & reader. Pepper potts x Tony stark, Happy hogan, tony stark, Pepper potts, Steve rogers & tony stark, Roberta Rhodey & tony stark, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Nick fury & Phil coulson, lots of characters mentions.

Summary: The funeral Co author with: callikc Tag: @venomsvl @geeksareunique The cathedral was packed for the ceremony.

Pew after pew was lined with people.

At the front of it all stood the pastor. He was talking about your life and your accomplishments, giving you honors and praise for all the good deeds and world-changing decisions.

The casket was next to his podium, decorated with flowers. The picture they used was the one Tony found in your letter. Lastly, the casket itself was an open one.

Your body lay inside, cheeks flushed with blushed color, subtle but evident eyeshadow decorating your closed lids, and the most perfect shade of pink to color your lips. Your hair was made presentable and as neat as humanly possible to make it seem as if you were merely sleeping.

Your clothes had been done too. Instead of the raggedy clothes you wore on your deathbed, you now had a white ensemble. You looked like an angel in the dress, and those who were close to your heart certainly thought so as well.

Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Roberta, Happy, Hill, and the Avengers sat at the front. Those behind consisted of the disguised Coulson and Fury, Coulson's SHIELD team, Jane, Darcy, and Erik, the Parkers, Ned and his parents, and Harley - who had run away to attend the funeral - had left a note to his mom. Matt and Foggy and even the SHIELD scientists you met at the Triskelion were all there too.

Other SHIELD alumni and the rest of the civilians and press were all gathered outside where they could hear the events through the open doors and a connected speaker.

"(Y/n) Stark was truly special." The pastor was saying. "Her life was filled with adventure and bravery and determination. She was a helpful mind to some, but a friend to all. She fought with valiance and passion which certainly shone in her work and home life. To commemorate her story, she has been bestowed on this day the following."

He began to list your achievements.

"The Act of Heroism Award, for those who accomplish extraordinary feats of heroism by risking their lives for the benefit of others in a dire situation. The Secretary of Defense Medal for Valor, for those citizens who perform an act of heroism or sacrifice, with voluntary risk to their personal safety in the face of danger. The Meritorious Honor Award, in recognition of a special act or service or sustained outstanding performance."

Once it was done and the mentioned medals placed in your casket, he continued with the main speech.

"Whether they happen in a single instance of bravery or through continued service to others, acts of courage and self-sacrifice symbolize the American spirit, and are recognized every year by our nation's greatest heroes. (Y/n) Stark takes her place among them today, and will be remembered by generations to come for her selfless acts. She was an extraordinary young woman, and was taken from our world too soon. It is a grievous occasion for a parent to have to bury their child, and no such word for the loss of a child can ever become because the fate is just too unfair."

Tony closed his eyes as he held Pepper's hand again. Roberta rubbed his back soothingly, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder.

He didn't know if he was supposed to go up and say something or not. After all, what could he possibly say that was worthy enough? The people outside probably knew you better than he did. He broke the promise he made to your mother - to Madeline - so many years ago, and he wouldn't ever be able to forget it.

"Now, to say a few words about (Y/n), I invite Maria Hill to come up." The pastor said.

Hill nodded and stood from the bench, the gentle thud of her shoes on the floor echoing in the large space. Silence crowned the room until she stopped behind the podium to address everyone.

"By now you know who she really was." She began. "(Y/n) worked at SHIELD for many years as one of our most valued and respected engineers. She created equipment for the best agents and completed projects not a lot of us could ever fathom. I remember the day the director found her. She was stubborn and afraid, but already determined and adamant about protecting the people she cared about. She would only join on the condition that the people she loved were safe and that she got a new life."

She moved on to explain your time at SHIELD.

"During the years I knew her, she made it clear she was perfect at her job. She was sarcastic, a workaholic, addicted to coffee, and she wasn't opposed to using her looks and wiles to get what she needed from certain people. She had an open heart even if she claimed it was locked tight. She helped anyone she could, she was happy doing it, and she had amazing ideas that came out of nowhere. She wouldn't sleep until it was done. She was a true Stark."

The people most personal to you chuckled in agreement. Even Tony managed a weak smile. You had certainly lived a life. The sleep schedule sounded concerning, though.

It was starting to feel like he had actually known you.

However, he was slightly miffed that you flirted to get what you wanted. He didn't like the idea of guys - or anyone in general - falling for you. There was a sense of protectiveness even now.

"She'll be missed." Hill said. "The people who loved her, the ones who talked to her, and the ones who knew her as Ellen Campbell, we'll all have a piece of her in us."

For some unknown reason, it was true. Even the ones who had only seen you once such as Jane, Erik, and Darcy felt the same odd sense of loss that the ones who knew you properly like the Parkers and Coulson's SHIELD team did. It seemed impossible that one singular person could have such a magnificent impact.

"(Y/n) had several families." Hill explained. "Her blood, her work, and her friends. But there's one in particular I think she'd like to remember. There was a family who lived next door to her in Queens. She loved them with everything she had."

Tony looked up in surprise at the same time Pepper, Happy, and the Rhodeses did. They all exchanged looks, unable to believe that for years you were only boroughs away from them the entire time. How did you stay hidden for so long?

They looked back at the podium as Hill continued.

"They told us she was the best guardian angel they had. But she was more than just that. She was their neighbor, their daughter, and their sister all at once. They didn't know if she was a runaway or a rich kid or a lost woman, they just... Cared for her. She was sent to watch over them and it turned out they did the same. They lost her as we all did but she won't be forgotten. She will always live in our hearts."

In the pews, Ned and MJ both looked to Peter. He was quietly sobbing into his aunt and uncle's embrace. As May also cried, Ned's moms did their best to comfort her with reassuring motions. Ben was heartbroken as he listened to the speech, being reminded of when he lost his brother and sister-in-law. They left behind their son and he never stopped caring for Peter as his own. He wanted to do that for you too, to be there when you had no one else. He loved you the same at least.

Tony couldn't fathom how you were so close to him all these years. You could have easily reunited by accident and yet all the odds seemed stacked against it. He was jealous of the family that supposedly looked out for you, but he also couldn't help but wonder if you talked to them about him.

"I'm sorry to her father." Hill finished, focusing on Tony specifically. "I wish things were different."

With that, she finished her speech. The pastor thanked her as she rejoined the bench. Shortly afterwards, people were allowed to stand and say their goodbyes in their own time. While Tony stepped back to compose himself, Hill took it as an opportunity to talk more privately.

"I meant it." She told him. "I wish it didn't end like this."

Tony kept his gaze ahead. "Fury was supposed to bring her back, not keep her away."

"It wasn't the plan. He was going to take her home until she asked not to. She was scared and confused and did what resulted in the least danger. I'm sure you would've done the same."

He didn't say anything, knowing she was right.

"They talked about you." Hill added, noticing the look. "About Badassium, the Avengers Initiative, Stark Industries. No matter how angry she was back then, she still loved you enough to ask."

By now she had guided him to the edge of the casket where your SHIELD uniform and copies of your medals were piled. She handed them to him in silence and Tony could feel his lip tremble the second the fabric touched his skin.

He had to take a breath.

He lifted the uniform up and rested his head against the material, closing his eyes.

Pepper noticed the two and walked over to help Tony. She kissed his cheek and rubbed his back soothingly. He held the uniform up for a moment longer before silently asking for Pepper to take it. She did so with a gentle hand and he smiled in thanks, turning to Hill again.

"Thank you for the speech." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She also put on a smile. "Of course."

After that, it was finally his turn to say goodbye to you.

Every step closer to the casket felt like a step closer to the edge of the world. He could barely breathe. When he finally got to it he had to hold the sides so he wouldn't simply collapse.

You looked like you were sleeping.

His sleeping angel.

Why did it have to hurt so much?

He very slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a moment because he knew that this was truly the last goodbye.

"I love you." He mumbled.

Then he reached for the pendant around his neck. It had done so much for him in the recent years. It was motivation to find you, it saved him from the scepter's compulsion, it reminded him of the life he missed, and it was simply his reminder of you.

"Your mom wanted you to have this." He said, undoing the clasp and holding it in his hand. "We're so proud of you, babygirl."

With that, he placed it around your neck and laid it out on your chest. He closed his eyes again, focusing on his breathing.

"Remember something good about me. If you can, that is." He looked at you again. "I'm sorry, (Y/n). But maybe you'll get to meet your mom now. She's just like you. Brave. Smart. Beautiful..." He trailed off, not knowing what else to say. "I'll see you both again. I promise."

The sound of a procession outside was what finally faltered his attention from you. He looked over his shoulder to see the officers outside getting the civilians to stand back as a few SHIELD agents stood in the clearing with their guns held to the sky.

Each one fired a shot out of respect and each time Tony flinched. He didn't know why.

The burial was even harder than the goodbye.

You were in the open grave now. You were out of his reach. Any hope that it might just be a bad dream was squandered.

People took turns again, this time to drop flowers on your casket as it rested in the earth. Some cried as they did, some muttered thanks, and some simply bowed their heads.

Tony was very surprised to see a little boy at the funeral. He was clinging to an older couple and seemed shattered by what was happening. Was it the family that Hill had mentioned? He'd never seen them before.

Then of course there was another young boy that showed up. This one, on the other hand, he knew. It was Harley.

Harley dropped a rose on your casket and, while he didn't cry, he was very clearly sad about it all.

Tony stared, amazed and bewildered at the same time. Did Harley know you too? Surely not. That seemed impossible. Where was his family? Why wasn't he in Tennessee?

Some distance away, watching it all play out under the shelter of a tree, stood the disguised Coulson and Fury. They didn't get too close for many reasons, the obvious one being that both of them were meant to be dead themselves.

(pretend they are in disguise) "She didn't deserve this." Coulson was saying, solemn eyes watching the crowd thining.

Fury nodded once. "I know. She will be missed."

"It's more than that. She had this... This gift. One look at her smile and it stayed in your head, one conversation and it felt like you'd known her all your life, and for those who called themselves her friends and family... Her impact was monumental."

"Trust me." He said. "I'm aware of the mark Miss Stark could leave. We've all seen it."

Coulson sighed softly. He wouldn't just miss you, he would mourn you for weeks. Months, even. Maybe years. He would miss the hours you spent together and he would miss all your nicknames for him.

"I never thanked her for fixing up the Bus." He said.

Fury again nodded, this time showing some true emotion. "I never thanked her for the quinjet. SHIELD has lost a great asset."

For another minute, they stood in silence.

"Will you talk to them?" Fury then asked, nodding to the Avengers. "Let them know the truth?"

Coulson considered it, but shook his head. "Some things are better left buried. And we don't need Tony Stark finding out about TAHITI. A grieving parent is one of the more dangerous things in the world."

"At least we can agree on that." He said.

"What about the shooter? Will you find him?"

"I'm leaving that to Stark since we both know he won't relent. But in time, we will. He won't be alone forever. He needs his team."

Another silence.

They went back to watching everyone leave until only the people very close to you or Tony remained in the cemetery. A few graves down from you was his own. Sam, Steve, and Natasha were standing there talking amongst themselves.

When he was sure no one was watching, he reached inside his jacket to take out a mission file. Coulson watched, curious, as Fury offered it to him.

"What's this?" He asked.

"The traitor." Fury replied. "Find him."

Back at your now filled grave, Roberta, Rhodey, Happy, Pepper, and Tony stood in solemnity. Roberta held a handful of gladiolus flowers and tenderly placed them on the fresh dirt.

"I'll visit every month." She promised you. "Take care, little one."

"She'd like that." Tony said, attempting a smile.

She managed a much more secure smile and embraced him in another hug.

"Would you like to stay with us?" Pepper asked her. "It'll save you from all the traveling. At least for a few weeks."

Roberta nodded thankfully. "Of course, dear. I'd love that."

"I think you'll like it. The Tower is very accommodating."

"If Tony built it, I have no doubts."

Pepper was about to reply when another voice called out first.

"Ms. Potts?"

They all turned to see a man with shaded glasses and a cane walking over. Hill was with him. One look at the bag by his side told Pepper all she needed to know.

"That's me." She said, greeting the two halfway. "You must be Matt, yes?"

"That's me." He confirmed. "I'm very sorry for your loss. (Y/n) was a very dear friend."

"Thank you. She was."

Tony watched with suspicious eyes. He looked at Hill and thought back to what she said at the service about how you would flirt sometimes and how people loved you. Was this a boyfriend of yours?

His eyes were drawn to the cane the man now held in his hands. Was he blind?

"Who's this?" He asked, walking over.

As Pepper talked to Matt, she also thought the same, having forgotten to tell Tony about your lawyer situation in all the preparations.

"Sorry, Tony, this is Matt Murdock."

"Who-dock?" He questioned.

Matt merely smiled and offered a hand. "It's good to meet you, Mr. Stark. I'm here because of (Y/n)."

Tony hesitantly shook his head. "I think everyone is."

"Of course. My condolences."

"How did you know her?"

"I'm her lawyer. We sorted through her will."

"Her lawyer?" He frowned, confused and curious. "You're a lawyer?"

Matt nodded with a thin smile. "I know. Who would hire a blind lawyer, am I right?"

Hill, who had gotten to know him quite well now, lightly nudged his arm. "Don't joke. You accepted her request."

Tony looked to Pepper who offered an apologetic smile.

"Is it - Is it just us?" He asked.

"I'm going to need you, Ms. Potts, Mr. Hogan, Mr. Rhodes, and Mr and Mrs. Parker." Matt explained.

"Sorry, who?"

"Benjamin and May Parker."

"Yeah, I'll rephrase. Who?"

"They're here." Hill stated, motioning to a couple some distance away.

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Kate Bishop x Reader

On a mission, you realize you are in love with Kate and she realizes she’s in love with you too. You set out to tell her. Hopefully not before it’s too late.

Note: I had a dream about Kate, so I knew I had to write a fic. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Warnings: mentions of injury

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“Kate, we’re already late for the mission. It’s not a good idea,” you say as you roll over and look at Kate in the morning light.

“Just one more kiss? Please?” Kate asks you. And you can’t resist that.

You lean in and kiss her softly. She smiles against your lips. The two of you have been dating for a few months, but the rest of the team doesn’t know.

You admire her beautiful face and trace the lines of her cheek softly. You smile at her gently and she looks at you confusedly.

“What?” She asks with a grin.

“You’re just so beautiful,” you whisper.

Kate blushes and buries her face in your neck.

“Now come on we have to go function as members of this team,” you say.

Kate groans and shifts to look at you again.

“Or we can kiss some more?”

“Later,” you promise.

But she leans in for one more kiss anyways. It makes you giggle when she pulls away and you chase after her lips for the final kiss. It’s as if kissing her is a game and you just have to get the last point in.

You’re falling in love with her. But you don’t realize it until during the mission when everything has gone to shit.

“I’m surrounded on all sides,” you say into the comms but you don’t think anyone hears you. It’s been thirty minutes since you’ve heard anyone else’s voice. You’ll have to take the enemy on by yourself. All you can think of is making it out alive to see Kate again and tell her you love her.

Across the city, everyone has made it to the rendezvous point except for you. The threat was cleared in every other area but yours.

“Where’s y/n?” Kate asks the group. Everyone looks around. And there’s a chorus of the other avengers calling for you in the comms, none of which you can hear with your broken ones.

“Alright, let’s split up and search for y/n. It seems their comms are down. Where’s the last place someone saw them?” Steve jumps into Captain America let’s make a plan mode.

“Kate?” Yelena is quick to ask her, knowing you two are close.

Kate had been in her own head searching for a recent memory of seeing you somewhere and catastrophically worrying about you.

“Um- I can’t. I don’t know,” Kate begins and she’s pacing back and forth.

Nat jumps in to help rationalize this. “Okay, we know they were assigned to fight on the square so let’s start there. Kate you’re with me and Yelena. Everyone else split up. We’ll find them, okay?”

The team agrees and take off in every direction. You’re one of the newest team members, but they would still do anything to make sure you’re okay. They took a liking to you from the moment you joined the team. Especially Kate who hadn’t joined long before you. It took you two only a month of knowing each other for you to start dating.

Kate sprints faster than she ever has in her life to get to the square. It doesn’t take long for Tony, Rhodey, and Sam to get eyes on you from above.

“They’re in the square surrounded! How the hell did we not realize the threat wasn’t neutralized?” Tony shouts into the comms, internally kicking himself for not knowing.

“Shit okay. We’re almost there,” Nat says. “Kate use one of your-“ she begins to instruct her to shoot, but Kate has beaten her to it.

She’s got three enemies down around you in an instant with arrows. And one trick arrow is on the way to cause a distraction and get you a chance to escape to safety. She’s fully locked in and focused on saving you. Nothing can stop her.

You escape through the thick fog the arrow lets out and catch your breath as the other team members take on the group that was attacking you.

“Y/n! Y/n!” You hear over the sound of the fighting. It’s Kate’s voice. You go to run towards her voice when you feel a searing pain in your side.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself as you feel the wound. You hadn’t realized you had been shot in all of the adrenaline of defending yourself. You stay sheltered against a wall.

“You go get them, Kate. We have the fight,” Yelena says and Kate finishes running to you.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” She asks you, her hands grab your arms. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathless from all the running and fighting.

“I’m okay, yeah. I’m a little gassed. And uh-“ you gesture to your side and Kate gasps.

She turns to speak into her comms. “Y/n is hurt. We need to get them out of here now.”

And then she looks at you. You’re starting to slide down the wall, losing your energy from your wound. Kate holds you up.

“Can you walk? We gotta get out of here,” Kate asks frantically. She steps closer to you and you lean your head into her shoulder. Her hand comes around the back of your neck and she kisses the side of your head.

“You’re okay, baby,” she says, not even caring about the rest of the team finding out about the two of you.

“Hey, how are they?” Nat asks.

Kate feels you getting weaker and weaker. And resting more heavily against her.

“Kate I can’t walk.”

“I know, baby,” she says kindly. “I’m going to have to carry them out,” Kate says into the comms.

“I’m on my way to help you,” Yelena says.

Once she gets there, they try to wrap up the wound as best they can. And the two of them carry you to the quinjet.

You feel yourself get to the point of pure exhaustion as they lay you down in the jet. The voices muffle around you, but the feeling of Kate’s hand in yours remains strong.

“Kate,” you say as loud as you can, but it comes out quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m in love with you,” you tell her as you feel your eyes get heavier. You give her your best smile. “I just needed you to know, at least once.” Your eyes close and Kate cries. Everyone on the jet can hear her sobs.

“Hey, hey, no no no you’re okay,” Kate says through tears. “You’re going to be okay. You’re okay. You’re okay, y/n. Please baby,” she cries over and over again.

It’s three hours before you wake up again. And it’s to the sound of machines and the feeling of someone’s hand in yours.

When you open your eyes, you see Kate asleep with her hand in yours and her head resting on the bed next to your legs.

“Hey,” you say with a hoarse voice as you squeeze her hand.

She rustles awake and squeezes your hand back. She brings your hand to her lips and kisses it softly.

“Hey, god it’s so good to see you awake again,” she says, choked up from hours of worry. “They said you’d be okay, but I just kept thinking that I wouldn’t- that I couldn’t tell you that I love you.”

Her words remind you of the grogginess you felt just before you passed out. And what you had said to her.

“You love me?” You ask with a smile.

“I love you so much. I’m so in love with you, y/n,” Kate says. “I’ve loved you since that first night.”

“I love you too,” you say. “When I was surrounded, I just kept thinking I had to get out of there to see you. And when I was in so much pain, you were there and I just wanted to make sure you knew I loved you.”

Kate leans closer and kisses you softly. You shift to pull her closer and you feel a tinge in your side. You grunt softly.

“Are you okay?” Kate asks. She’s pulled back but keeps her hand on the side of your face. You nod.

“I’m with you so I’m okay. But maybe get the doctors and tell them I woke up?” You suggest.

“Shit, the doctors yeah. I’ll be right back, okay?” She says and she kisses you again before she gets up to leave.

“Hey Kate?” You get her attention on her way out.

“Yeah?” She turns around and looks at you.

“Thank you for saving me,” you say.

“And thank you for saving me,” Kate says.

And you know what she means. After everything with her parents, you made Kate happy again. You saved her from the darkness that tried to consume her. You are her light and she is yours.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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Love On The Brain ♥️ | Matt Murdock Imagine (500 Followers celebration)

Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x female!Avenger!reader (romantic), the Avengers, Foggy Nelson, Karen Page.

Content Warnings: fluff, flirtatious banter, profanity, mentions of violence, suggestive dialogue near the end (slight nsfw) | Female reader (she/her) | wc: 3000

Premise: Following a successful mission, the Avengers celebrate in their usual style by hosting a grand party buzzing with music, food, drinks, and overall a good time. Little do they know, a certain Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is in attendance after he caught the eyes and heart of their fellow hero.

Note: I find it funny how I titled it ‘Love on the Brain,’ in regards to the song mentioned in the fic, but today happened to be the day the book ‘Love on the Brain,’ by Ali Hazelwood was released (which I got because i loved her book ‘The Love Hypothesis’)

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“I was beginning to think you were a no show, Murdock.” The teasing tone of his lover had Matt chuckling, turning to greet her as she approached. He could tell she was smirking, more than likely checking him out as she looked him over. “Glad to see you didn’t disappoint.”

“Disappoint you?” He feigned offense, giving a dazzling smile. “Never, L/n—it would be tragic to do such a thing.” Feeling her stand beside him, Matt placed his hand on her waist and blushed at the feeling of smooth material covering her skin. It was his favorite dress of hers: black and silky with an open back and thigh slit.

The last time she wore the damn thing Matt had pulled her from the restaurant 10 minutes into the date and nearly took her against the wall of a back alley. All it took was for her to wear silk and it he was a goner. The times she wore nightgowns of the material, Matt had to restrain himself—part of him knew she did it just to rile him up.

Her lips pressed to his cheek, thumb moving to wipe away the red lipstick residue left behind. “The others were starting to think I was lying about us. I was running out of excuses for why you were late.” There was a pause, Matt knowing she was checking for any visible injuries.

“Foggy was late picking up his dry cleaning. So we had to get him a different suit for tonight.” A groan from his friend had the two laughing.

“Thanks, buddy. Just expose me for my unreliability—in front of an Avenger nonetheless.” Foggy turned to greet the woman on Matt’s arm, “I’m very sorry, Y/n.”

“It’s alright, Foggy,” she smiled. “I’m happy you guys made it, even if it’s two hours late,” her teasing had him groan again, Karen lightly slapping his chest to get him to stop being dramatic. Y/n moved to give the blonde a hug, “you look gorgeous, Karen.”

“Thank you,” she blushed and returned the hug. “You look—wow, you look amazing.” The woman thanked her, moving back to Matt’s side while the two took in the scene around them. The party was buzzing. All around the two could see politicians, government agents, and of course, the Avengers. Tony and Banner were by the bar with Natasha serving drinks. Clint was conversing with Maria Hill while Rhodey chatted up some guests over by the lounge. Then on the upper deck Steve was discussing the recent mission with Sam and finally Thor was flirting with an agent out on the balcony.

“Holy shit,” Foggy breathed, gaze locked on the bar, “there’s the Avengers.” Y/n raised her brow, glancing over shoulder at her friends before smirking at the man.

“What? You thought when I invited you guys to an Avengers party, that the Avengers wouldn’t be there?” Matt bit back his laugh, squeezing her waist. Foggy started to stutter, causing Matt to go, “now, c’mon. Let’s not tease Foggy. He was already nervous about coming tonight—give him a break.”

She laughed, “let’s break those nerves then.” Stepping away, Y/n laces her fingers with Matt’s pulling him with her as she begins to move. “They’ve been asking all night about you guys.” Together they follow Y/n as she makes her way to the bar where Steve and Clint had just joined the others. Natasha is the first to see them, perking up as she connects eyes with the woman.

“Well well,” the redhead moves around the bar, “is this who I think it is, Lib?” Lib, shortened for Liberty because Y/n was known to the world as the superhero Lady Liberty. An enhanced individual after a lab experiment gone wrong where she developed the ability to convert matter into other forms. After getting on S.H.I.E.L.D’s radar, Y/n was recruited to the Avengers three years prior to meeting the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and defense attorney, Matt Murdock.

“It sure is,” Y/n smiles, before glancing at Steve and Tony. “You owe him twenty bucks, Stark.” She shakes her head with a laugh when the older man sighs, pulling out a crisp $20 bill and slapping it in Steve’s open palm. With a roll of her eyes, she turns back to the three, “They thought you’d never show and I was lying—because apparently me and dating is something Tony couldn’t comprehend.”

“Hey, hey! I just thought you weren’t into that, Lib. You’ve never mentioned it until recently,” Tony defended, not noticing the dropped jaws of Karen and Foggy—who couldn’t believe they were standing in the presence of Iron Man.

Y/n gives a playful glare, “Because I like to keep my love life a private matter, Tony. Now, so you know I am in fact off the market, this is Matt Murdock—aka the stealer of what you like to call my cold dead heart.” Matt chuckles, coughing into his hand which only makes Y/n smirk.

“Oh come on,” he objects with a smile. “Cold and dead?”

She scoffs, pushing her hair over her shoulder, “You’d be surprised what dealing with this group of misfits does to me, babe. You’re lucky you get the good side.” Matt tilts his head, not really believing the statement since he has witnessed her anger a few times. Maybe cold was the accurate term when Lady Liberty has too much fire to her torch. “I see that look, and I’m gonna stop you before you can say anything, Murdock.”

Matt just laughs, playfully nudging her causing the two to stumble a bit. The others look on with fondness, glad to see their friend happy and in love.

Pocketing the cash, Steve turns to greet the group first. “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. Y/n’s told us a lot and we were looking forward to finally put the names to faces. I’m Steve.” Sticking out his hand, he shakes Foggy’s hand first. The lawyer was practically frozen where he stood, glancing at his hand for a minute when Cap let go to shake Karen’s, who blushed furiously at the hero.

“I’m—uh-I’m Franklin Nelson, but you can just call me Foggy. This is Karen, she works with us over at Nelson and Murdock.”

“Hi Karen,” Steve smiles, causing the woman to blush more and say, “Hi,” in a high pitched voice. Finally he makes his way to Matt, who extends his hand at the same time Steve raises his. It surprises Steve a bit. The team were already aware of his condition—which pretty much consisted of Y/n melting it in their brain she would raise hell if they treated him differently than how they should.

“Matt.” The two shake hands and the other Avengers take their turns introducing themselves. When everyone’s done, Tony is the first to speak, “So you guys are the famous Nelson and Murdock over in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“That’s us,” Foggy laughs nervously, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt.

“Impressive work you guys are doing,” Tony compliments and all three thank him. “If only our legal team could step it up.” Natasha scoffs, slapping his shoulder, “in case you forgot, half of them are at his party. So keep your voice down.” He just rolls his eyes while taking a sip of his drink.

“Can I get you guys anything?” Nat then asks, making her way back around the bar. “Everything’s on us, and by ‘us’ I mean Tony’s tab.” Laughs go around, minus the billionaire who just looks annoyed.

They each give Natasha their order and go back to conversing with the guys. Foggy and Karen are occupied with Clint and Rhodey, and soon Thor who joins the group after a while. Matt keeps his arm around Y/n as Steve and Tony begin questioning the two.

“So how did you two meet exactly?” Tony asks while chewing on an olive. Y/n takes the beer and cocktail from Nat, passing the former to Matt and says, “We sorta just ran into each other. Didn’t we, babe?”

Matt takes a sip of his beer before smiling as he recalled the memory. It had been a long week at the firm, sorting through files and files of clients and figuring out the next move of Fisk. Matt and Foggy had just entered the office on Friday morning when Karen jumped out of her seat with a look of surprise. Matt already could point out she wasn’t the only one in the office. There was another presence in his office.

“Guys,” her voice goes low. “Uh so you’ll never believe who’s waiting for—wait Matt!” The man was already walking away, flinging the door open to be met with the aroma of a perfume—an expensive one at that. The steady heartbeat filled his ears, not once fluttering by the sudden intrusion.

There was a gasp from Foggy behind him, who was now gaping at the sight of Y/n L/n leaning against Matt’s desk with her arms crossed. “Oh my God, your Lady Liberty.”

“And you must be Franklin Nelson,” she smiled, before setting her eyes on Matt. “And Matt Murdock.” Her voice was smooth like honey. When she stood, her clothes brushed against each other letting Matt figure out she was wearing some form of silk blouse and dress pants with a set of heels.

He stepped into the room, placing his walking stick against the wall, “What can we do for you, Ms. L/n?”

“Please, just call me Y/n. No need for formalities,” she told him, moving to now sit in the chair across from his desk while he went to his own. “I’m actually here to speak with you two about a certain vigilante Hell’s Kitchen has the pleasure of having. My boss needs me to collect information so I’ve been scouting. I saw your firm, and knowing about the work you two do I thought I’d stop by to see if you could provide me any insight.”

Everyone minus Y/n stiffens. Karen and Foggy glance at each other, while Matt focuses on the steady pace of Y/n's heartbeat. He was hoping to catch her in some kind of lie. Maybe she was trying to see if she could get him to slip. Or the Avengers were already hot on his trail. When nothing in her pattern changed, Matt relaxed.

“Karen, would you give us the room please?”

“Of course,” she replied, closing the door behind her as she left. Foggy adjusted his tie, moving to the opposite side of the office so he was closer to Matt. It was quiet. The silence slowly becomes awkward by the second before Y/n eventually claps her hands, “shall we get started then?”

Sitting up straight with is hands on the desk, Matt nods, “Where would you like to start, Ms. L—sorry, Y/n.” Although he could only make out her form in the world of fire he sees on the daily, Matt knew she was smirking when she calmly stated, “How about where you tell me how long you’ve been Daredevil, Mr. Murdock.” The one sentence had his whole world crashing around him. An Avenger knew his identity, and she spoke as if it was a long time coming for him.

At first he tried to play it off like he didn’t know what she was talking about. “I—I-uh, ma’am I can assure you you’ve got it all wrong—.” But the woman wasn’t having it.

“You may be a good lawyer, but I’m a better agent. Please don’t insult me by trying to gaslight your way out of this. I can assure you, Mr. Murdock, that I have everything to prove my claim.” By now he was red and fuming, hand tightening in a fist. Before he could try to plead his case, Y/n surprised him by saying, “but unlike my employer, who expects me anyday to tell him who Daredevil is, I don’t want to expose you.”

For the next two hours, the three proceeded to discuss the topic of how she found out. This was then proceeded by Matt pretty much begging Y/n to keep his identity a secret—which was something she already planned to do. There was also the fact of what was in it for her in keeping this secret. “Nothing,” was the answer when he questioned her motives. “Mr. Murdock—.”

“Matt,” he told her softly. She gave a small smile.

“Matt, the reason I came here was to warn you. You’re lucky it was me who S.H.I.E.L.D entrusted with handling Daredevil—.” He did his best to not make a comment at her choice of words. “Because although I am part of the organization, they are not the best when it comes to dealing with things in an ethical manner. And I see that what you’re doing is actually good for the city.”

“He’s breaking the law,” Foggy interjects, causing Matt to glare at him. He just shrugs, “It’s true, man. You’re acting outside of the law—which is ironic because you're a goddamn lawyer.” A small giggle left Y/n’s lips, her hand coming up to her mouth.

“Anyway,” she pulled herself together, offering the two a smile. “You’re a good man, Matt. And what you two have done here at your firm has helped a lot of people in this city. You’ve also been they’re hero from behind a mask—which I can respect, if the path was different in my case I would’ve probably done the same.” Raising from her chair, she moves to grab her blazer before putting it on. “Your secret is safe with me, but if I were you I’d start doing a bit more to remain inconspicuous. Before long it may not just be me who’s figured out who you really are.”

Matt stands from his chair as Y/n places her bag over her shoulder. “I will be sure to take your advice, Y/n. And thank you—really I do appreciate you not saying anything,” he says while following her out of his office and to the main door. Karen stands, but Matt makes a motion for her to sit back down. Foggy mouths to her, “I’ll tell you after,” when he sees Y/n isn’t looking.

With a hand on the knob, Y/n maneuvers so she’s facing the lawyer, pulling something out of her pocket with her free hand. “If you ever find yourself in a pickle or someone’s got info on you,” she extends a small business card with her name, email, and phone number. “Give me a call. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” he takes the card, placing it in his suit pocket and tries to ignore the warm feeling making its way through his veins. There was something about Y/n that was drawing Matt in. He knew she was beautiful. Foggy would go on and on about her when the Avengers first came to light. Matt listened to how he described her with this sense of longing and how he ‘faint where I stand,’ if he ever saw her.

Matt was actually surprised the man kept it together when they entered the office.

Maybe it was the way she carried herself—which was very attractive, or the fact she was willing to risk her career to keep his secret. Not many—especially those in the public eye—would do something like that for a man they didn’t know. Whatever it was, it was the reason he chased after the woman to ask on a date when she left the office saying, “You know, the Avengers could use you, but Hell’s Kitchen needs you.”

Back to the present and almost a year later, the memory faded with Matt supporting a light blush to his cheeks. Y/n did the most deceiving to her friends, not letting them get any sort of suspicion against Matt. The story she gave was they met at his firm (true) when her friend from Hell’s Kitchen was a client of his (lie). Thankfully, neither of the Avengers questioned any further.

Then Tony almost ruined it when he said, “Hell’s Kitchen? Now that I think about it, isn’t that where the guy in the devil looking spandex suit is causing trouble?” Matt tightened his hold on Y/n’s waist, her hand coming to his back to rub it. They both kept straight faces and tried not to give any indication they knew more than what they were letting on.

“Yeah, he’s quite the character,” Y/n spoke with a neutral tone, holding back a giggle when she feels a pinch to her side. “I’m rather impressed he’s managed to stay out of the limelight this long.” This time Matt has to drink his beer to stop himself from grinning. Neither of the guys notice.

“Shame,” Tony grumbles, slumping when he sees his glass is empty. “We could use a guy like him around here. Mayb Fury would not put so much pressure on our backs.”

“You’re a superhero, Tony,” Y/n leans into Matt’s side. “You signed up for the workload when you decided to make that suit. And look where it got you,” she gestures around them to the buzzing party.

“Yeah, Yeah,” he waves her off, handing the glass to Natasha to refill. Some small talk ensued between the group for a few minutes before Y/n’s attention was pulled away when the tune of a familiar song started to play. She instantly recognized it as Rihanna’s, ‘Love on the Brain.’

“I love this song,” she announced, pulling away from Matt only to take his hand. “C’mon, lover, let’s leave the boys here to argue who’s going to lead the next mission while you and I hit the dance floor.”

Grinning, Matt bids goodbye to the two and let’s Y/n lead him to the middle of the floor where other couples have joined together in a slow dance. He could hear her singing along while they walked before she stopped and turned in his direction. “Baby, you got me like ah, woo, ahh,” her arms went around his neck, while his to her waist. “Don’t you stop loving me.”

“Loving me,” he sang the back vocals, causing her head to fall back as she laughed.

“Don’t quit loving me.” “Loving me.”

“Just start loving me.” ‘Loving me.”

Together they swayed, signing to the music no matter how silly they sounded. Some couples smiled at them, while others ended up moving away. Eventually Foggy pulled Karen out to join, the two mirroring the couple’s movements from close beside them. When the title lyric played Matt lifted Y/n off her feet and spun her around. “Must be love on the brain!” Her laughter echoed when he put her down, bringing her closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t think I’ve said it enough, how much I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me this past year, Y/n,” Matt said in a low tone, careful to not catch any prying ears. His lips moved to her ear, feeling her hand come up to gently caress his head. “You mean the world to me.”

“Oh, Matt,” she said softly, kissing the area by his ear. “I’d do anything for you. I’d go against the Avengers if it meant keeping you safe.” The feeling of emotion overwhelmed Matt when he felt the steady pace of her heart. She was telling the truth.

How was he blessed to have someone like her in his life? The man would never know. The only thing Matt did know was he loved her with his entire soul and would burn down the city if she asked him. His devotion to Y/n rivaled that of God.

“I love you, Y/n.” He felt her pull away so she could lean her forehead against his, their noses brushing against each other. Warmth spread throughout him and he could feel her own against their clothing.

“And I love you, my handsome Devil.” Smiling, the two meet in a kiss—still swaying to the song as it nears its final chorus. When they break the kiss, Matt starts to trail kisses across her jaw and cheek causing her to giggle.

“Matt, you sly devil—we’re in public,” she scolds with a light tap against his chest to stop him. Of course he knew she loved it, but they were in front of her colleagues and they had to maintain some decency.

He bites his lip, mischief coating his expression when her heart skips at the feeling of his hand trailing up and down her bare back. “I can’t help it when you wear this.” The silk on the area just above her ass is smooth beneath his fingertips. “You know what this dress does to me.”

Fingers go to his tie, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear. “Then I guess we’ll have to get out of here so you can help me out of it. Don’t you think?” A rush fills him when she lightly nips his earlobe, careful to not draw attention despite the party beginning to clear out.

“Won’t your friends be disappointed you’re leaving so soon?” At his point Matt was teasing her. Part of him was hoping they’d get caught as the sexual tension became to much, but his lover was a pro at maintaining calmness. Hell, she managed to deceive him the first time they spoke.

“What they won’t know won’t hurt them. Besides,” her eyes trail over to the bar where the group is occupied with alcohol and wages. “They’re occupied at the moment. They won’t even see us if we sneak to the back— take the stairs to the next floor and catch the elevator from there.” She leans closer, brushing her thigh against his. “C’mon, Matty, who are you to back down from sneaking off into the dark for late night endeavors.”

Without any words Matt leads her to the stairs, careful to pick up his walking stick he left by the bar without any of the Avengers noticing, and the two hurry off to the elevator on the next floor. Gasping, her breath is literally taken away when Matt pushes her into the elevator wall to kiss her. “What about Foggy and Karen,” she pants between kisses, fingers messing up his styled hair.

He smirks, “I’ll call him in the morning. The two will figure it out when they notice we’re gone in the next five minutes.” Laughing, Y/n pulls away while he once again trails kisses across her jaw, moving to her neck.

“You are something else, Murdock.”

“Only for you, L/n.”

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kuroecchy · 7 months

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Oh and the pic in the list are not mine, I just found the pics from pinterest

fair warning the theme i chose for my october thingy(?) is completly randome so I have nothing planned for any of them.

English is not my first language.

DAY 1 - "Beautiful"

They were being ridiculous again. Tony Didn’t really care though, Obie had been warning him to be more mindful about what he does cuz it affects the company image or something.

Why should he care what others think? He had been a failure ever since he was born anyways, Howard had made sure he knew that.

Then there was Rhodey. Tony loves his best friend but sometimes it gets suffocating. The young man knows that his friend is only doing it out of genuine care for him but Rhodey doesn’t understand what he’s been through - what he’s going through.

Tony took another chug at the bottle he brought with him from the bar. His body is cold but he’s too out of it to care.

He continues to walk.

He… he doesn't know where he's going. He just needed to get away from them, from his responsibilities, from the fact that his parents - mother - had died, from the fact that Jarvis had died. He just- needed to get away.

His mind kept on going and he just needed it to just- STOP

He was panting without even realizing it. He was out of breath from the walk in the cold.

He tried to calm his breathing down, he looked around the empty road. There were only street lights that accompanied him, a few parked cars, and the falling snow.

It was then that he realized he was lost. He had left in such a hurry that he didn't bring anything with him other than the bottle of wine he's holding. Hell, he's not even dressed for winter.

The cold is starting to seep into his numb senses. Breathing somehow feels like a chore now.

Maybe- maybe he should sit down and- he inelegantly dropped to the ground.

He clutched his head, it's gonna be hell tomorrow morning.

He didn't know how long he'd been there when he heard the sound of crunching snow against boots.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Argh…" he rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the source of the voice.

He was stunned, it was a pair of the most beautiful aquamarine eyes he has ever seen.

The teen waved a hand in front of the older's eyes. Not that Tony noticed it much, he was too busy gawking at the beautiful eyes.

"I'm guessing, not." The teen spoke at Tony's silence.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol or the fact he was or maybe it was both but he spoke his thoughts out loud, "beautiful."

It was then that the other blushed, or maybe it was the cold. Tony didn't care, he found it cute.

"R-right" the teen stuttered, "you're drunk and you can't stay here with the kind of clothes you're wearing, you'll get hypothermia and I don't want that in my conscience."

He extended his gloved hands and waited a few seconds and after Tony didn't react he spoke, "C'mon we're staying near here right now. You can stay at our place for the night. Then when you're no longer drunk you can find your way home."

He was taken back that the other didn't think he was homeless, he's out in the streets with ruffled clothing and under prepared winter clothing.

He supposed the other saw his confused state. The other simply shrugged.

"Your clothing looks to be of good material and you're holding a bottle of wine based on the smell, I don't think a homeless person would be able to buy those unless you stole them, though I don't think that's the case."

Tony blinked a few moments and the other seemed to be hesitating on saying something before he made up his mind.

"...and your eyes and expression… it's the expression of someone who's tired and just wanna get away from everything…"

And that's it. Tony knew that the teen wouldn't ask what happened and in exchange, he wouldn't ask the other how the teen seems to be so familiar with such an expression.

Silence stood between them. Tony couldn't stand the silence so he broke it with a bit of gallows humor.

"Heh, planin ta be Sherlock Holmes by any chance?" He slurred.

The teen huffed and the heavy atmosphere vanished. He extended his hand again and this time Tony took it.

Tony laughed, "oh c'mon, it was funny okay."

The other rolled his eyes.

"Oh and I'm Stephen by the way,"

Tony grinned, "and you can call me Tony."

They walked on the empty road together. Tony leaning on Stephen as a support. Still smiling as they walked off.

Snow falls around them. A quiet night follows them and a new possibility opens for the two young men.

~ THE END ~

This is my first time writing something like this and I honestly feel a bit disappointed at how it turned out.

I know it could've been much better then this and how it should've been a bit more centered at the theme

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Ok, so random but I went to a yarn group today (I cannot crochet just embroidery but I thought it’d be fun to go) anyways!! I am now imagining Tony picking something like this up (crochet, embroidery whatever) and being in one of these groups could be an AU or maybe he picked it up to have something to do with his hands when bed bound because of getting hurt. Like someone literally just brought him the stuff “you are driving me insane learn how to do this and stay in the damn bed” kind of thing?

Anyways!!! So he’s in the group and for some damn reason Bucky (I’m leaning Bucky) didn’t know he did this, and some older ladies who are in the same group convince him to come after meeting him at a park or something (it’s therapeutic!) but tony is out of town or some reason? So Bucky goes to a few of these meetings, and these ladies won’t stop talking about sweet little “Anthony” and Bucky is sure someone’s talking about a grandson, gotta be someones grandson and how Bucky would get along with him so well and he’s like “oh someone is trying to set me up with their grandson.” Except these women know who Bucky is. Of course they do, he’s been on the news and stuff (if going with superhero’s). But manly because Tony won’t stop talking about him so they know tony has a crush on him, but won’t ever, ever say shit because “oh he hates me” so like old ladies getting them together.

A bunch of getting together shenanigans. Old ladies making it happen. Neither man knows these ladies are doing this. All the fun shit that comes with it you know?

I feel like I didn’t put this together well so I hope it makes sense?

It's perfectly understandable! And it gives me everything I crave, which is: Tony and Bucky being oblivious idiots, and fiber arts.

The Stitch and Bitch adopted Tony during physical therapy. He'd been urged to take up something to get the use of his hands back after his accident, and his Rhodey had dropped a hank of yarn and some sticks in his lap, and an hour later Mama Rhodes had arrived to teach him how to use them. She took him to a coffee shop where old ladies people met weekly to show off what they were working on and give advice when they struggled. Tony made a really ugly, lumpy scarf that Rhodey still wore proudly, and also found himself sort of bullied into continuing to attend so he could make better, beautiful scarves.

He figured he was there to stay when he started learning how to make lace shawls.

Tony didn’t get to go the meetings as often as he’d like, but he was always welcomed back with open arms when he could. They especially liked hearing about him vent about the rest of the Avengers, because, "Coffee grounds! In my garbage disposal! Bucky, at least, isn’t a neanderthal and puts them in the compost bucket where they belong." It’s very humanizing for the entire team.

Also one time Tony came in steaming mad because "I thought I had finally house-trained the team but apparently Natasha has just been stealing the coffee grounds to turn her hydrangeas blue and she’s on a mission for the next week and THERE ARE GROUNDS IN MY DISPOSAL AGAIN. I AM FIRING THE TEAM. No, Agnes, I didn’t know she kept hydrangeas, I am absolutely fucking boggled by how she snuck them in when they’re like fifty pounds what do you want from me."

Of course, everyone noticed that one James Buchanan Barnes was carefully left out of Tony’s extensive bitching. "Why would I complain about the only other member of the team who knows what’s compostable," Tony had scoffed when they brought this up to him. Then when they tittered about the fact he was blushing, he just sank in his chair and sighed, frowning down at his motionless needles as he said, “It doesn’t matter. He hates me anyway. He probably only composts because he’s scared I’ll yell at him like I do everyone else.”

“Anthony, why are you so obsessed with compost,” Myrna asked to take his mind off it, because he got this kicked-puppy look that everyone hated when he went into one of his forlorn moods.

“I’m not fucking obsessed with compost,” Tony snapped. “I’m obsessed with the fact that my entire team apparently thinks they live in a frat house. If I find another half-scrubbed plate in the cupboard again, I will blow the team clear out of the tower.”

“As you should,” everyone agreed, nodding.

.-.

Bucky was adopted into the group when some of the members noticed him watching them at the park. He had sort of a resting bitch face, but they figured that just meant he was made for a Stitch and Bitch. They tried him out with knitting, but he hated the way the needle felt in his metal hand, so they swapped his needles for a hook and taught him to crochet instead.

He powered through three washcloths and a blanket before he discovered plush toys, and the rest, as they said, was history.

“You should come to our weekly Stitch and Bitch,” Myrna told him sweetly. “We think you’d be a great match for our little Anthony.”

Bucky sincerely doubted it, because the average person was not made to deal with a semi-brainwashed, dangerous former assassin. “I don’t know.”

“Just think about it,” Agnes said gently, remembering what Tony had said about Bucky not reacting well to orders and having to word everything as suggestions. It was best not to push too hard, he’d said. “I think our little Anthony would just enjoy having someone around his own age to talk to.”

Bucky did not say he was not Anthony’s age, he was almost a hundred, but he sort of wanted to, just to see them squawk. “He’s on the younger side then, huh?” he said instead.

“Oh yes,” Agnes and Myrna assured him.

Bucky still wasn’t sure about meeting ‘Anthony’ and the group at large, so they promised him that the next Stitch and Bitch would just be the main group; Anthony would be out of town for work, so they would be able to ease him in. “Everyone is very friendly, and you can always bitch about how the boy you like doesn’t notice you to fit in,” Myrna added.

“He’s not a boy,” Bucky said, scowling a little.

“The man you like who doesn’t notice you,” Agnes sighed, rolling her eyes.

Bucky scowled a little more. “Will everyone make fun of me like you two do?”

“James,” Myrna moaned, frustrated, before Agnes cheerfully added, “Of course!”

“Pass,” Bucky said, but somehow got wheedled into it with some judiciously wielded Grandma Guilt.

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Steve: *glares downing champange*

Steve: *loosens his bow tie*

Tony stared at captian america, Steve freaking Rogers part the crowd towards the target of his ire. He took a sip of sparkling cider eying bucky who mumbled, "Steve is about to lose his shit."

The target was a man who excessively flirting with an ever polite colonel who, for the fifth time tried to end the conversation. If not for the sudden twitching brow, Steve would have stayed back but no

Steve tried not to be a possessive man, but he can't help it. Throwing to bow tie into his pocket, he popped a button, finger run his hair out as he hooked both hands on rhodes arm.

"Hi. Steven Rogers." He gave a smile that could cut ice and burn the onlooker. Who took a step back but eyed him with something that made Steve bare all teeth, like he was punched in the mouth and grinned sweetly. Practiced.

Rhodes hand placed on top of his hands, the colonel looked at him. Steve kept eyes on the person who couldnt take a hint.

"I was just telling the colonel how impress I am with him, I just wanted to get to know him more." The sly smile, blown pupils, heavy chest heaving. Steve licked at his teeth hating how he can read what that meant.

Steve nodded, head tilting boyishly. The awe shucks, gosh really tilt, "and, did MY colonel say anything? No? No thank you? I appreciate that but fuck off?" Steve blinked cutely with his same plastered on grin.

Somewhere among the crowd, clint and Natasha voices carried with laughter. Steve cursing was a pissed Steve.

"He didnt-"

Rhodes cheeks darken in color, as steve took a step in front, arms crossing pushing the fabric to its limits, "I'm saying it. Fuck," he leaned in hair swimming across his forehead, the person leaning back, "off."

Politely and quickly, the man left. The crowd disperse faster when the icy glower was aimed at them. Lips pursed and jaw clench until rhodes whispered something.

Steve, like a switch flipped, calmed and pointed to the buffet table. Words exchanged, "your colonel?"

Steve cheeks redden waving at the phrase, "my, the. Words are confusing."

The others stood there watching the two wander to the food. Tony stopped the time, "5 minutes and steve had effectively made sure everyone knows."

Bucky took a bite of the semi bland food, "his realization officially they are something more than comrades and told an entire event in 5... 4... 3..."

There was an exclamation from the blonde. Rhodes robust voice laughing merrily as he tried to calm him down.

The incident was known as "Captian America dropping the F-Bomb for the Colonel".

#this is dumb #steve is so petty #but he would #he would drop that f bomb for reason like this #warshield #rhodey blushed again #the avengers #steve rogers #james rhodes #unwanted flirting #drabbles #people didnt try to flirt with rhodey after this #my silly thoughts

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delicatenightfury · 1 year

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Slowing Down

2022 Month of Writing: Day 6

Pairing: (MCU) Pietro Maximoff x reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,360

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

y/n gave herself a once over in the mirror.

“y/n, you look fine,” Natasha said from across the room. “Stop worrying.”

y/n sighed, fussing slightly with her hair.

“I’m just nervous,” she said.

“You’ve been to Tony’s parties before.”

“Except this time I have a date.” She blushed a little at the thought and smiled. “t’s our first party as a couple.”

“y/n, you have nothing to worry about,” Wanda said. She was sitting on a makeup chair, letting Natasha do her hair and makeup. “Pietro is just as nervous as you are.”

“He is?”

Wanda nodded.

“It’s his first party. He missed the last one because of his injury, remember?”

That’s right. The last party Tony had thrown had been shortly after the battle of Sokovia. Pietro had been unable to attend because he was still recovering from being shot.

y/n chuckled a little. She remembered how restless he had been.

“You’re going to be fine,” Natasha reassured again. “You’re gonna knock the kid’s socks off. Lord knows how head over heels he is for you.”

“She’s not wrong. I’ve never seen my brother so enamored,” Wanda said.

y/n blushed a little.

“All right, all right,” she said. “I get it. There’s nothing to worry about.” She started for the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to start making my way down. Let you two lovely ladies finish up.”

She threw winks at them and slipped out of the room. Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked down the hall. So much had happened in the last few months. The battle for Sokovia was won, Ultron was destroyed, Bruce and Thor had both gone off to who-knows-where, and the Avengers had several new additions. Wanda and Pietro were among the new recruits, as well as Rhodey, Sam, and Vision.

Pietro…

It was a miracle he was alive.

y/n looked up at the sound of gunshots. The Quinjet was flying low over the city and was shooting anything below it. She could barely make out Ultron’s form in the cockpit. She watched Steve and Thor duck to safety, but the jet was headed toward Clint, who had gone back to save a kid.

He turned to shield the boy with his body. The dust kicked up because of the bullets, making it hard to see. The Quinjet pulled and stopped firing just after it reached Clint. y/n waited anxiously for the dust to clear. Her breath hitched when she saw Pietro collapse next to Clint. She had to force her feet to stay still; she needed to stay on the boat.

Steve ran to the two men while Thor flew off. He picked up Pietro while Clint carried the kid back to the boats. Clint brought the boy to his mother, but Steve was looking for a place to lay Pietro.

“Over here, Steve!” she shouted. The supersoldier moved toward her. “Lay him here.”

Steve lay Pietro on the ground. y/n immediately knelt down and looked over his body. After a quick assessment, she began to treat the wounds to the best of her ability. She had similar training to Natasha, a former SHIELD agent, but she also specialized as an in-field medic. Her skills were usually enough for there to be time to get the injured to an actual doctor.

She barely acknowledged Clint when he came to lay down on the chairs next to her. She was too focused on Pietro. She had met the man only a few days ago, and not on the best of terms. He had been working with Ultron initially, but he and his sister had a change of heart that brought them to the Avengers. She thought he was reckless, but that didn’t mean he deserved to die.

“Come on, Pietro,” she muttered. “Work with me here.”

Her eyes widened when he groaned and shifted under her hands. She glanced at Clint, a spark of hope igniting between them.

“I need another medic over here!” Clint shouted.

y/n shook her head, trying to clear the memory. Pietro had been taken to the med-bay on the Helicarrier as soon as they boarded. The doctors were able to remove the bullets and ultimately save his life. His accelerated healing was a big factor, but he had been restricted from most activity for two weeks.

And it was during that time that y/n had grown to know Pietro. She had also been hurt in the battle, but nowhere near as severely. The two spent a lot of time together, getting to know one another, through their recoveries.

Even after being cleared by Dr Cho, Pietro spent a lot of time around y/n. A few weeks later, he worked up the courage to ask her out.

“y/n?”

She looked up and couldn’t help but smile. Pietro was standing several feet in front of her. He was dressed up in a suit and dress shirt. His hair was perfectly tossed, the silver seeming to shine slightly in the light.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just thinking.” She stepped up to him. “Ready for tonight?”

“As well as I can be.” He finally took in her appearance. His own smile widened. “You look beautiful, moya lyubov.’ Stunning.”

y/n blushed again.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. Except what’s going on with your tie?”

This time, Pietro blushed.

“I, uh, I’ve never worn one before.”

y/n smiled.

“Would you like some help?”

Pietro nodded after a moment. She stepped closer and undid the knot he had someone done. She was surprised he didn’t accidentally strangle himself with it. Her fingers worked quickly, expertly weaving the tie around his neck and eventually into a proper knot. She gently slid it into place.

“There we go!” She looked up at him and found him staring at her with a smile on his face. “What is it?”

“Nothing, lyubov’.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

y/n smiled into her cup as she listened to the story Sam was telling. He was very animated.

A small shiver went up y/n’s spine, but she simply leaned closer into Pietro, who pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. He was lightly running his fingers up and down her arm. y/n was sure he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

For most of the party, Pietro stuck close to y/n’s side. He ventured off every now and then to socialize with their other teammates or meet some new people, but he always found his way back to her. It made her smile.

She looked up at him.

“Having a good time?” she asked.

“It’s not bad,” he said with a shrug. “Stark sure knows how to throw a party.”

No lie there.

The music suddenly changed from something upbeat to something a little more mellow and slow. y/n noticed that a few people were pairing up and dancing. She looked at Pietro.

“Care for a dance?”

He smiled. They set their glasses down, excused themselves, and stepped toward the small crowd of dancing people. Pietro gently pulled her close, but raised an eyebrow at her. She guided his right arm around her back and held his left hand. After a few beats, Pietro began to sway them to the beat of the music. y/n smiled again when she felt his fingers rub small circles into her back. In return, she gently ran her fingers over his shoulder.

“Kak mne tak povezlo?” Pietro suddenly said.

y/n tilted her head a little.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“If someone told me a year ago that this is where I would be, I would have thought they were crazy. When I thought of the future, this is not what I had in mind.”

“Is that bad?”

He shook his head.

“No. It’s perfect. I just never thought I’d be here, with a beautiful woman in my arms no less.”

“Guess things just ended up working out.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing, moya lyubov.’”

Translations

Moya lyubov’ = my love

Kak mne tak povezlo? = How did I get so lucky?

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daddysfangirls-marvel · 9 months

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Scars (26)

Chapter 26 - Going Back

warning: swearing, angst,

The Avengers were down in the conference room with stacks and stacks of boxes and files. Dr. Cho and Rhodey had left, Cho to her lab and Rhodey to warn the government about the situation and new threat. After her shower, Alice came down to help everyone who already started.

"Wait, I know that guy" she heard her father say she walked over and looked over his shoulder "Back in the day he worked off the African coast black market" The man in the picture looked very much like the poster child for smuggling and trafficking.

"There were conventions I never sold anything" Tony rushed to defined himself once he says the judgmental stares. " last I saw him he was talking about a game changer"

"What's this" Thor pointed to the man in the photo

"Tattoo though-"

"No," Alice says looking stepping inbetween her father and Thor to get a better look at the photo. She didn't even notice how close she was " A tatto wouldn't rise like that. It's a branding. It means thieve in Wakandian. it's an af...african... country"" Alice saw everyones eyes on her and began to back away slightly trying to get out from everyones eyes.

"The guy got some goods out of there."

"I don't understand I though your father got all of it" Steve turned to Tony

"wait what comes out of Wakanda" Bruce asked. Steve and Tony dramatically turn to his shield

"The Strongest metal on earth"

"it's not just metal" Alice whispered under her breath no one was listening to her though. She knew they won't, her father never did.

"I think I might know what he's doing or where he is" Loki suddenly appeared behind Alice. She squealed and jumped back " Sorry Darling" he apologized. She blushed at being called darling and waved him off moving to the furthest corner of the room.

"What is it, brother?"

"It's a bit complicated he seems to be everywhere. African, South Korea, and mostly in Slovakia. I'm not entirely sure what he's doing. I have some theories. But I do know that he's no longer in the hung of metal he flew out in. He built himself a body and he could be building another one or more. I'm betting on The flesh body seeing as what he said before he was shut up. It's possible he could be building an army."

Everyone just looked at him with expressionless faces for a moment.

"He might be right," Steve said "about the army thing. The base he crashed was a manufacturing and engineering base. If he fly's back he could use it to build an army"

"Or body" Alice whispered from her corner only Loki heard her.

"Right now he's heading to African," Loki said.

It was decided the team would go to Africa.

"Alice go pack," Tony said as the others were getting ready

Alice looked at the clearly confused she knew her father was most definelty not taking her with them but ... why else would she be packing.

"Pack so you can go back"

"Back?" she asked again confused. Where would she go back to? Did she had somewhere to go back to?

"You know where. Now go pack we don't have all day" It dawned on her where he wanted to send her. Where she was packing to go.

"Why" Tony stopped tinkering with his mask.

"Because I said so. Now GO"

"I don't... I don't want to... no"

It was as if he got smacked in he face suddenly he looked surprised before his face furrowed up into a look of 'what the fuck'.

Not really understand the severity of the situation was Clint and Natasha were silently laughing at Tony's parenting skills. Steve was minding his own business it was a family matter, but also keeping an eye on the situation in case. Bruce was keeping an ear out just in case but also keeping his distance Thor was watching confused and Loki the only one who sensed the tension between the two and actually knew how serious this situation was sat behind Alice pretending to read. He would step in if the situation called for it.

"No?" Tony questioned looked around as if it were directed at someone else then pointed to himself "no?" . In two long steps, he was in front of her. He took her chin in hand and spoke low but everyone heard. " No is not apart of your god damn vocabulary. You better erase that shit real quick. Go to your room and pack your shit."

It was like she was already back there under the watchful eye of her father restrained by his steel thumb. Her Anxiety rose and the walls closed in and his grip got tighter. Everyone was watching.

Go to your room, please. I'll be there in a moment A voice echoed in her head she recognized it to be Loki and she listened. As soon as Tony let go of her chin she quickly went to the elevator not looking back or saying anything. Everyone watched as she made her dispatcher. Before turning to Tony.

"What," He said

"Maybe you shouldn't yell and manhandle your daughter she's fragile Tony" Bruce said

"You need apologize" Loki said

"On Asgard, that kind of behavior would immediately get you 10 lashes or imprisonment," Thor said looking very clearly disappointed.

"Well, this isn't Asgard this is earth-"

"And your past alone would have Cps riding your ass and -"

"It was uncalled for Tony. And Loki's right you need to apologize" Steve interrupted Clint taking Loki's side shocking Loki and just about everything else.

"...Just suit up"

Alice sat in her tub with Loki's blanket wrapped around her frame tightly, sobbing quietly. She didn't want to go back she feared what would happen if she went back. Would it be temporary, or would it be forever? Would her father come back for her, or would she be left alone? Would they forget her? And Jarvis, Jarvis was gone, which meant she'd be left in silence by herself. Sure, she didn't always like him, but he was a voice that never left her she had known him all her life.

She couldn't do that she couldn't go back to that life. She had experienced so much and so little she wouldn't experience anymore if she went back. She'd been isolated and alone again, and she didn't want any of that.

Alice sobbed as she felt arms wrap around her " I-I don't want to go, please. I d-don't want to be alone, please, please."

He pulled her closer, letting her cry into his shoulder" I'm sorry, Alice, but you do need to go," she began to wail as she tried to pull away from him " Listen to me, please listen to me. We are going to fight we are leaving the tower, and no one else is going to be here. You'll be alone with nobody to protect you. And this Ultron has shown how easily he can take control of things here. This is not a safe place.

Go to the compound, stay there, and be safe until this is all over. I promise you this is not forever, just until all is safe. " Taking a hold of her face, he looked her in the eyes "I'll come find you when this is all over if I have to. I'll bring you back myself if I have to. Darling, everything is going to be okay"

Alice stopped sobbing and was quietly sniffling. She held his arms around her as she leaned into his chest. She knew he was right, she was not safe here no one was. The compound would be the safest place for her.

Instead of saying anything, she stood up in the tub and got out, going to her room to begin packing, Loki helped. Alice did not pack much hoping that having so little would deter her father from leaving her there for too long or permanently.

Loki pulled her into his arms she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips touched in a gentle kiss while their sadness didn't disappear it was soothed. She pulled him forward more, making them both fall on the bed and knocking her suitcase off. Loki pulled back as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"What are you up to?" he teased as he kissed her jawline and down her neck.

"Keeping you from leaving me." Her mind was in a much more innocent place than his. He chuckled

"I will most definitely come back because you've got this" he pointed to her chest " and I need this"

"My breast?" she sits up confused on her elbows " they're not good for anything. They're small and don't even produce milk and-

"You're heart. I'm talking about you're heart, Love."

"Oh," she says, running her fingers through his hair " Then it's yours"

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diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

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@fluffbruary Day 23

Peter Parker was Morgan Stark’s absolute favourite person.

Everyone knew that. Peter himself couldn’t deny it, no mater how much it flustered him.

Rhodey laughed and pouted at being replaced as the fun uncle. Happy rolled his eyes. May smiled at him and told him Mo had good taste. Ned went to pieces in excitement. Mrs. Potts always got this sad smile on her face which meant she was remembering Mr. Stark, so Peter had never dared to go past just complaining about it.

There wasn’t much to complain about. Morgan was amazing. She was only five, but she held herself with the grace of a much older lady, talked like a professor, and could bring about the mischief and chaos of someone his age.

Peter adored her. He remembered being younger and begging his parents and later Ben and May for a younger sibling. Mo was everything he’d imagined, and so much more.

He’d just. . . He’d never thought he’d know Mr. Stark’s child, well, without the man being there himself to be the annoying fairy godmother figure he was.

Mrs. Potts had told him that she didn’t intend on superheroes being too big a part of her daughter’s life, and Peter had offered to go. She’d shaken her head and said that Peter was more than Spider-Man, that Mr. Stark had loved Peter Parker as much as, if not more than Spider-Man, and she wanted those who knew him best – him, Rhodey and Happy – as much around Mo as possible.

Peter had ducked his head and blushed, and he’d sworn he would be the best big brother possible.

That meant being indulgent with sweets and other treats, but only with her mom’s permission and within limits. It meant answering every question she had and occupying her huge brain so she didn’t feel bored at school. It meant telling her all about her dad. It meant walking on the ceiling, her precious cargo in his hands. It meant Peter would burn the world down for her.

He was spending the weekend at the lake house again, and Mrs. Potts had told him it was okay to take Morgan to the garage workshop until dinner when he’d asked.

Everything in there fascinated Morgan to no end, and Peter wasn’t sure if it was the objects themselves, or the fact that her dad had once used them.

“Peter, Petey!” Morgan called, holding something up. Peter turned from the schematic diagram curiously. “What’s this? It doesn’t look like anything useful. Is it junk? Can I use it for my scrap metal project?”

“Hmm,” Peter hummed playfully as he made his way to her. “Lesson one of the mysterious lab, Miss Morgan Hope Stark.”

Morgan giggled. “What is it?”

Peter swung her into his arms. “Nothing is as it seems!”

He pressed the sides of it, revealing it to be a capsule. At his touch, it opened to show the camera inside. “Your dad based it on the Snitch, from Harry Potter,” he explained. “It reacts only to … my touch now,” he finished sadly.

Morgan gasped in awe. “It’s cool,” she said. “Definitely not scrap. Is there anything on the camera?”

Peter flicked through the photos on storage. “Hmm. . . Let’s see. We didn’t exactly use it much before. . .” He trailed off, but the word Thanos echoed in their thoughts. “Oh, would you look at that.”

The camera projected a hologram on the wall – of Peter, in his ballet performance for Christmas that Mr. Stark had come to see. The Peter onscreen performed a near perfect arabesque – he was still proud of that one – before moving to a pirouette and chasse.

Morgan clapped her hands together delightedly. “Peter! I didn’t know you danced!”

“Well, it’s only casual,” Peter said quickly. “I’m not a serious dancer – honestly, I wasn’t too good before the spider bite. I was asthmatic and tripped over everything—”

Morgan ignored his rambling, the way she did everything she considered beneath her notice. “But you can dance! You can teach me ballet!”

“I didn’t even know you were interested,” Peter said in astonishment.

“I wasn’t,” Morgan said impatiently, the underlying Keep up, big brother very clear. “But if you do ballet, it can’t be all that bad. And mom wants me to ‘increase my repertoire and get out of my comfort zone’.” She sounded extremely put out at that. “This is perfect! And then you and I can spend more time together! FRI, play ballet music!”

“Woah, Momo,” Peter grabbed her and set her on the table. She folded her arms sulkily. “Not so fast. What have we said about whims?”

“That I need to think through them before acting on them,” Morgan muttered petulantly. “I don’t see why that’s necessary.”

God, she sounded like her dad. Peter felt a wave of crushing grief pass through him, and he steadied himself, taking a breath.

“Petey?” She sounded uncertain, suddenly.

“When you’re all grown up like me,” Peter said in a tone of haughty superiority. “You’ll see exactly why it’s necessary. Till then, Madam, you have to follow it.”

“You talk like you’re as old as Uncle Thor,” Morgan rolled her eyes, but acquiesced. “Okay. Why can’t we do ballet now?”

Peter ruffled her hair gently. “That’s my girl. And first, we need to talk to your mom to see if she really will be as eager as you say. Then we need to get you the stuff you need – pointe shoes, for one. And we certainly won’t be dancing here.”

Morgan nodded. “There is a lot of breakable stuff in here,” she allowed. “And we don’t want to destroy any of Dad’s things.”

“Nah,” Peter agreed quietly. “We don’t.”

“Can we go talk to Mom now? It’s time for dinner anyway,” she pointed at the clock.

“Sure,” Peter said, beginning to pack up. “First pick up your crayons, and put all the things you took out back in the box.”

“Okay,” she said, and they worked hurriedly, Morgan as organized and methodical as her mother. “Done, Petey?”

“Yep,” he held his hand out to her, and swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt her smaller one curl into it. Mr. Stark isn’t here. I am. She’s my little sister. Mine to protect.

Mrs. Potts greeted them, looking haggard, but smiling. “Hi, sweethearts. Do you mind if we just have a snack for dinner tonight? There’s enough for you, Peter, and tomorrow’s breakfast will be big, I promise, but I needed to handle a call with the board. I can make something now if you need though.”

Peter shrugged, concerned. Mrs. Potts reminded him of May in the first few months after Ben. She was taking on far too much, and he didn’t know how to help.

May says it’s enough to just be there, he reminded himself.

“I’m fine with it, Mom,” Morgan said.

“I am too,” Peter said. “Mrs. Potts, if it’s just a snack, why don’t we take a blanket out beside the lake and have a picnic?”

“Ooh, sounds fun!” Morgan said. “Please, mom? Please?”

Mrs. Potts looked hesitant, but smiled then. “Sure, why not. Give me a moment. Peter, can you pack the food? Morgan, get one of the picnic blankets out, please.”

They went to do as she said, Peter considering what he could do to help her. He hadn’t known Mrs. Potts too well before the Blip, but Mr. Stark had loved her, and that had been enough for him. “You can leave the phone here,” he insisted.

She pursed her lips. “Peter—”

“Seriously, Mrs. Potts,” he continued. “They can survive for your half-an-hour dinner break. Mo!” He called to his sister, who was running forward. “Wait up!”

Mrs. Potts looked at him with a half-rueful half-tender expression. “You may be right,” she gave in. “At any rate, Morgan looks ready to combust with impatience.”

Morgan had picked a Spider-Man blanket, which she looked very proud of as she spread it on the grass. “It’s you, Petey!” She said happily. “How do you like it?”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, remembering buying his own merchandise for the first time and swinging to Stark Tower to show it to Mr. Stark. “It’s amazing, Mo.” He said quietly. Mrs. Potts gave him a look of quiet empathy, and they commiserated in their grief.

“Mom, you remember when you said I needed to develop new skills?” Morgan asked, as she finished her second sandwich.

Mrs. Potts was having a cookie. “Yes, dear,” she said. “Have you changed your mind about learning French from FRIDAY?”

“No,” Morgan denied, and Peter made a note to get the whole story from her later. “But Peter knows how to dance, and he said he would teach me!”

“Ballet,” Peter added hastily, in case Mrs. Potts thought of the ‘dances’ most teenagers did. “I’ve been learning since I was a kid, for almost eight years now. I’m not qualified to teach, but I could show the basics for about a year, until you’re ready to join a proper class, or you get bored of it.”

Morgan scowled. “I won’t get bored of it!”

“If you say so,” Mrs. Potts looked at them contemplatively. “Yes, I remember Tony telling me about your Christmas performance. The Nutcracker, wasn’t it?”

Peter blinked, still startled at every evidence that Mr. Stark had really, truly cared about him. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Yeah, it was.”

Morgan furrowed her eyebrows, clearly committing that to memory, as she did everything about her father.

“What would you need?” She asked.

“Well, the second sitting room is large enough to pass for a studio,” Peter began. “And FRI’s there to play music. We’ll need some equipment to stretch, and ballet shoes for Morgan – and a tutu and leggings – but that’s about it.”

Mrs. Potts nodded, graciously as though she were a queen, as she did everything, Peter thought. “Very well. We can do that. You’ll take the lessons whenever you come up?”

“I think,” Peter responded. “Once school starts up it’ll be harder, so maybe some video calls then, but, it might be too much.”

“We’ll see,” Mrs. Potts agreed. Then: “I’m proud of you for taking initiative, Morgan,” she added. Morgan beamed. “Even if it was only to spend time with Peter.”

“I want to learn ballet too,” Morgan protested. “It’s not just that!”

“Really?” Her mom teased. “Eat more, Peter. Your metabolism will barely be satisfied with that much.”

Peter sighed, taking another snack. “Yes, Mrs. Potts.”

“Yes, I am!” Morgan’s voice rose in a tantrum. “I’m going to be the best ballet dancer in the whole, wide world!”

“Wow,” Peter said in overexaggerated awe. “I’m sure you will. You can do anything you put your mind to. I can’t wait to see it.”

The rest though, was honest. Morgan Stark was already amazing, and even though he hated that her father wouldn’t be there, Peter couldn’t wait to see her grow up to be a star and live her life.

(In the years to come Morgan Stark would gain a degree in Mathematics and Astrophysics, and take SI into a new era. And every time she danced, crowds would rise to give her a standing ovation. Morgan would give the credit to her childhood teacher, whose name and face, unfortunately, neither she nor her mother could remember. Somehow, for some reason, she associated them with Spider-Man.)

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #marvel cinematic universe #spider man #peter parker #mcu peter parker #morgan stark #pepper potts #siblings

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starker-raving-mads · 1 year

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Had sudden inspiration for my first moodboard and story prompt. Think Avengers as family + beach + Peter x Tony.

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2 years post-Germany, the rogue Avengers & co were being pardoned by the U.N. - because, really, how long could people stay mad at good ol’ Captain America? Peter is 17 by this point and has spent the vast majority of his non-Spidey free time with his new mentor Tony. Pete had always been in awe of Iron Man - his genius, his bravery. But over time, Peter became in awe of Tony. The man behind the iron mask. Generous, kind, funny, and complicated, he was apparently everything Peter’s heart - and dick - desired. After meeting up with Tony again post-Civil War, seeing him half broken from losing his family, the young superhero made it his mission to be there for the older man, no matter what might happen.

To Tony, Pete was the only thing keeping him together most days. It was probably pathetic, and definitely was problematic,, but everywhere else Tony looked he saw nothing but chaos or heartache. Rhodey’s legs, Pepper’s dissolution of their romance, Stark Industries being the vast and meeting-ridden monster it always was, SHIELD with its eternal chaos. But Peter? Peter was an island of stability and sunshine and terrible taste in music and beautiful blushes - and Tony was going to hell because this kid, this superhero, had him wrapped up in his webs so tightly but he didn’t even know it.

So when Fury announced that he was getting the band back together by way of forced isolation on a remote island (because of course, of course) so they could all figure out how to get along again, there were two definitive and distinct reactions from the new group of Tony+Peter:

Tony knew he needed the kid there with him. He, and his heart, couldn’t take solitary confinement with his used-to-be family. The hope would eat him alive. And Peter was his safe space, his buddy, his person. He needed him there.

And Peter? Peter held a grudge against the rogue Avengers like nobody’s business and would do whatever it took to protect Tony.

And maybe along the way the two finally figure out they aren’t just Tony+Peter, but Tony/Peter, and that sometimes family can be forgiven even from the most tragic of breakups.

#peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter x tony #starker #ironspider #starker prompt #the avengers are a family just like everyone else - dysfunctional af #maybe add a dash of super apologetic steve in there and kicked puppy bucky #because we love a stucky ship too #and nat is automatically protective of peter because spiders gotta stick together

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sergeantxrogers · 2 years

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Money Power Glory - 4

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortunately. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re too pretty to kill.”

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.

Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x Informant!Reader

Chapter word count: 4k

Chapter warnings: Couple swear words, mentions of sexual harassment, a bit of a backstory, mentions of Dr*ykov ew

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, 10 o’clock, right?”

“Right. Bye-bye.”

You didn’t wait for him to say goodbye back before you hung up and groaned loudly.

“Seduce you? Who am I, Aphrodite?”

Bucky chuckled and pulled you into his arms again. “I dunno about that, but I do know you’re a goddess to me.”

You rolled your eyes, downplaying the blush creeping up your neck and teasing your cheeks.

“But,” Bucky said, all of a sudden growing serious. “I know what we have to do now.”

You tilted your head, awaiting his plan with a hint of skepticism even if you trusted him completely. With your life, even.

“They know about Vegas, don’t they?”

You nodded, and parted your lips to ask why that was important, but Bucky continued.

“I need you to convince them to kill both me and Fury.”

“But-”

“No, Y/N, you have to. You know better than anyone else how many problems Fury caused us, and is still causing us. I need him gone, if not to take his place then at least for my own peace of mind. Can you do that for me?”

You paused, staring at him with a sigh, before you pursed your lips. before you could answer, Bucky grabbed your cheeks with his hands, giving you pleading eyes and a furrowed brow.

“Please, you have to. I know you’re worried but Fury’s the only person in my way at this point, and I need him gone without raising suspicions as to who did it. The feds are the perfect opportunity.”

You blinked at him.

“Say I convince them. They add Fury to the mix. How do you plan on getting out of it when it becomes messy?”

Bucky gave you a smile, bordering on a smirk, and dropped his grip to give your waist a squeeze. “I told you - there are some things you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about. I’ll be fine, just promise me.”

After a second of contemplation, and avoiding Bucky’s eyes glinting with mischief and mercy, you nodded in exasperation. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Fine.”

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he pulled you against him in an attempt to place a kiss to your lips, but he halted when your hands met his chest.

“I’m not happy about this, you know,” you told him with raised brows, and you saw his concern weigh down on his shoulders slightly.

“I know, doll. Just trust me, okay?”

Your conversation with Bucky relayed through your head on repeat, during your trip home, in your dreams throughout the night, all the way up until your visit to the precinct. His words echoed in the chambers of your mind as your feet scuffed along the tiled floors leading you to Rhodey’s office.

Going over what you planned on saying, you made sure to make a mental note to yourself to separate the differences in plans, so as not to slip up in front of the agents and tell them something they should definitely not know.

The door opened before you even reached for the handle, and Maria’s friendly face greeted you.

You gave her a small smile before stepping into the office, slipping past her, and sending a small wave to the two men sitting by the desk.

“Please, have a seat. We have a lot to go over,” Maria said, gesturing to the empty chair.

As you made your move to sit, you cleared your throat. “This is about... eliminating James Barnes, isn’t it?”

All three of them nodded, and you sucked in a breath.

“Well, you see, I have... something to add to that. Or rather - something to change completely.”

The two agents glanced at Rhodey, confused, and Rhodey answered their looks with a shrug.

“And that would be...?” Tony drawled, clearly unamused with your need to take the reigns and give your opinion on something rather than just blindly doing what they told you to.

“Well,” you began, and mentally prepared yourself, armed with the lies you were to spin right beneath their noses. “I got a call yesterday. From - a blocked ID.”

“Was that before or after I called you?” Rhodey asked, and you blinked at him.

“After.”

He nodded, and rested his elbows on the table.

“Who was it from?” Maria asked, and you schooled your features into something one would consider worry, or fear. Maybe even both were expected from you.

“Natasha Romanoff.”

You heard Tony’s breath hitch beside you, his grip on the chair turning his knuckles slightly paler than they were before you mentioned the redhead.

“Natasha Romanoff, as in... wanted for espionage and murder Natasha Romanoff?” Maria asked, but you kept a suspicious eye on Tony as you nodded in answer.

“Yeah,” you said, though you got sidetracked with the curiosity of what elicited such a reaction from the smart-mouthed man in front of you. “Cat’s got your tongue, Agent Stark?”

He swallowed back his remark. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat with the pressure of keeping his words down, and you almost smirked. Almost.

Instead, you feigned innocent concern.

“Do you know her? Were you close to catching her?”

Tony, seeming to have broken from his trance, scoffed at your question.

“I did catch her. Once. Back when I had only just joined the Bureau.”

Your brows furrowed. “And you let her go?”

“No, I -” His jaw clenched as his lashes fluttered in frustration. “We didn’t - I didn’t know at the time, what she had done.”

“What did she do?”

Tony’s eyes flickered to Maria standing behind you, then back to you.

“When I first joined the Bureau, the director wasn’t the same one we have today.”

Vaguely, you remembered Bucky telling you abut the current director of the FBI, Bruce Banner. Something about him being a good guy - too good for the world of corrupted politics and filthy government businesses. There was a slight tone of pity, and anger, in his voice as he spoke to you, and it made you wonder just how much Bucky really knew about the federal government and what they were hiding; what they may have done, and then covered up. It seemed you were about to find out.

“So he left?”

“No,” Tony shook his head, then let out a guttural sigh. “His name was Dreykov. He was... an alright director, I suppose. We didn’t crumble in his hands, but... he wasn’t that alright of a person.”

“What do you mean?”

You felt Maria shift on her feet behind you, and Tony bit the inside of his cheek before continuing.

“He was a very powerful man, with lots of powerful connections. Connections that he had even before he became director, so you can only imagine what it was like when he came into power.”

You nodded in understanding.

“We had brought in Miss Romanoff for questioning. Standard procedure, really. It was mainly questions about her father who was having problems with the Russian mob at the time. At least, that’s what we believed. It was no use though, ‘cause she claimed to have never met him when she was old enough to remember.”

Natasha’s voice echoed in your mind, telling you the story of how her father had left her in the care of an old colleague, Alexei, at the age of 6. Everything before that was a vague past and shady memories of eyes that looked too much like hers and whispers in Russian with her mother late in the night. She didn’t remember either of them now, and as for Alexei... she scoffed each time he was mentioned.

Tony’s voice brought you back to the present.

“Dreykov had heard the daughter of Ivan was coming in for interrogation, and decided he needed to see her for himself. Question her himself. Show her the way out, himself. And none of us knew any better, so we let her go with him. Yeah, he was an ass, but we still trusted him.”

You had a terrible sensation in your gut, wondering if you knew exactly where this story was heading.

“The second day of questioning, I only saw her once: when she ran out of the building. She almost looked scared. Didn’t even bother taking the elevator, just went straight for the stairs. And man - I just stood there, frozen. Then I heard Dreykov’s assistant scream - a tiny old lady, you’d think she had no voice left in her. She was the one who found him dead in his office, and obviously, we all knew it was Romanoff.”

You furrowed your brows as you listened. “But - why? She wouldn’t -”

You stopped yourself. Calculated your words carefully.

“Would she... would she really kill somebody like that for no reason?”

Tony shook his head and ran a hand down his face, waking himself up in the process. “Dreykov had a history in the Bureau of... not being the most polite man when it came to women. Three of them even filed rape accusations against him, but they were all dismissed and struck from his record.”

“Why?” you asked in slight disgust, and Tony shrugged.

“Because he had money, and power, and connections in every place you could think of with people letting him off the hook for everything he did. To be honest, I’m glad he’s dead.”

A shudder ran through you, partially at Tony’s words, but mainly at the prospect of Nat being felt up and harassed by a man who was supposed to be one of the good guys. Of course, you knew Nat wasn’t a shining star either, but no woman, criminal or not, deserved sexual assault. A low-rising anger bubbled beneath your skin, and you were pretty certain you’d kill Dreykov yourself, had Nat not done it herself already.

Tony cleared his throat, shaking his shoulders loose and clapping his hands. Back to business.

“So, basically, she killed the FBI director, ran, never got caught and we’ve been chasing her ever since,” Tony concluded, and you nodded.

“Right... well,” you said, weighing your words, “she called me on behalf of Barnes.”

“She works for him now?”

You shrugged, acting innocent. “I’m not sure. I think so, but they may just have mutual... friends, to relay messages like the one I got.”

“What was the message?” Rhodey asked, and you looked at him, almost having forgotten he was even there.

“She told me she heard the feds were in town,” you said, glancing at Tony. “And that I was working with you.”

Tony closed his eyes, sighing. “We have to start being more careful.”

“She said something about me helping her as much as I’m helping you,” you said with a shrug. “She told me if we really wanted to get to Buc- Barnes the way she thins we do, then we have to go through Nick Fury first.”

You cringed internally, pleading to any god that was listening that nobody noticed your little slip up, but it seemed they were too preoccupied with gaping at each other to think about it. Looking at Tony, then twisting in your chair to glance at Maria, you tilted your head at their pale faces.

“What is it?”

Rhodey sighed then, dropping his head in his hands, and you looked towards him.

“What? Who is he?” you insisted, as if you didn’t already know.

“He’s...,” Maria began, then paused. “We haven’t had movement from him in a long time...”

Her sentence trailed off, leaving you even more confused.

“He’s a very... powerful man, like Barnes, in his own right,” Tony explained, then pinched his nose. “If we have to kill Fury first to get anywhere near Barnes, then I think this will be harder than we expected.”

You riled yourself up, a viper preparing to strike.

You cleared your throat, throwing a leg over the other and leaned back.

“Miss Romanoff said something else.”

They all looked at you.

“Something important for us, I suppose. It goes in our favor.”

Tony raised a brow, annoyed at having to wait.

You dropped your eyes to your lap, mindlessly picking at a loose thread in the rip of your jeans as you spoke. “Fury and Barnes are meeting in Las Vegas at the Wynn casino.”

“Well, I fuckin’ did it,” you said, annoyed, as you dropped your bag with a loud thud onto the coffee table.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed you walk into the headquarters and past the kitchen, straight to the sitting area. Staring at you, perplexed, he pointed to the long hallway, then to you, then back to the hallway, eyebrows meeting each other.

“How did you-”

“Peter let me in,” you informed him with a casual shrug, and turned, but not before you saw the young boy give his boss a sheepish smile and shrug, then speed walk towards Steve standing in the kitchen.

“Isn’t the punk supposed to be working?” Bucky called out, voice carrying through the air behind you, and you almost rolled your eyes.

“Buck,” you said as you turned around to face him. “It’s Monday.”

Bucky stared at you. “So?”

This time, you really did roll your eyes. “It’s not his shift, remember? Pietro’s up there.”

“Oh, yeah.”

You scoffed with a smile and dropped yourself onto the couch. “I dunno how you do it.”

“Do what?”

A wave of vanilla and tobacco washed over you, carried on the breeze he sent your way as he flung himself down next to you.

“This,” you said and gestured vaguely around you. “Run all this shit, and still forget the dumbest things.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“I only remember the important things, baby.”

“And the person running the shoddy front to your criminal enterprise isn’t important?”

Bucky shrugged.

“It’s somewhere on the bottom of the list,” he said, and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ew.”

The voice above you made you both lift your gazes to see Natasha standing behind the couch. She smiled down at you.

“You guys are always touching each other. It’s weird,” she said, though it was said with a smile as she rounded the couch and headed for the one opposite. Laying down, Nat stretched her legs out across the length of the couch, sighing in content.

“So you did it?”

“Yep.”

“Told them I called you?”

“Mhm.”

“And you told them you think it’s possible I work for this loser?” she asked as she jutted her chin towards Bucky, and he clicked his tongue with a frown.

“Uh-huh,” you confirmed, even as you held back the giggle in your throat at his reaction.

“Great. So the plan is finally set in motion.”

Nat brought her hands up behind her head to punctuate the sentence, a faint smile on her lips as she closed her eyes.

You smiled fondly at her, before memories of Tony’s words plagued your mind and washed over your brain, wiping the smile clean off your face. Bucky noticed this, and nudged your side. When you turned your face to look at him, he was already staring at you, concern flooding his baby blue eyes.

Your gaze flickered toward Nat, then back to him, and you gestured with your head.

He understood, and grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him as he stood from the couch. You followed him, hand in hand, all the way to another hallway separating the main area from the secondary ones: two spare bedrooms, a bathroom, and a gun locker (more of an underground garage than anything else, really).

Bucky tugged you into one of the bedrooms, the one you spent most of your nights in whenever you decided to stay with him. A king sized bed fitted with burgundy sheets, a black rug and a black lamp in the corner to match were all that occupied the space. Shutting and locking the door behind you, you walked past Bucky and stood in the middle of the room, feet planted on the luscious rug in the center.

“What happened?” he asked, worry tainting his tone, and you looked at him as you bit your lip.

“When I mentioned Nat to the agents...”

You trailed off, unsure of how you wanted to go about this. After a second to collect your thoughts, you took in a breath.

“When Stark heard her name, he remembered her... from a while ago. Before you and I knew each other, in fact.”

Bucky nodded, waiting for you to continue.

“He, um - he mentioned the former FBI director.”

His face changed, features turning a bit more grim, and he clenched his jaw.

“Dreykov,” he muttered, and you nodded.

“Tony told me how he had taken Nat in for interrogation, but it ended up with him dead. And none of them really knew why, it’s been pure speculation since then, so I was just wondering...”

Bucky caught on, and walked over to the bed. When he sat down, he patted the empty space next to him, and you walked over to join him.

“Y/N,” he said, grabbing your hands in his. “You and I both know Natasha’s really strong. Emotionally and mentally stronger than anyone I’ve met, at least.”

You couldn’t disagree. Nat was a soldier, indeed.

“But... when she came to me...”

Bucky’s eyes dropped to the floor and you gave his hand an encouraging squeeze. He seemed to have zoned out as he spoke, eyes fixed on a spot on the rug.

“She was so full of rage, and anger, and - and hurt when she found me. When I let her in. I thought she would make a good addition to the team, someone with her extensive training and skills. At the time, it was selfish, but I let her in because I knew I could use that rage of hers as a weapon. That was until she told me exactly what had happened with Dreykov.”

He almost sneered his name, and you kept looking on with concerned eyes and a curious mind. When he continued speaking, Bucky’s voice was so laced with venom that it barely sounded like him anymore.

“It was the first and last time I saw Natasha cry; when she told me how he left bruises on her arms when he tried kissing her. How he slapped her to get her to comply when she tried pushing him off of her.”

You stared at him in horror. “Did- did he-?”

“No, no, God, no. He didn’t get that far. The second his hand lifted her skirt, Nat grabbed the nearest object she could find - his industrial stapler, imagine that. She practically smashed his head in with it. The police reports afterwards all said it was overkill, but personally, I think it wasn’t enough.”

He hissed the last word out, and you could see the torment written clear as day on his features. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, tearing his gaze away from the floor to face you.

“She’s strong, Buck.”

He sighed, leaning into your touch “I know. It still makes me angry, though. I wish I would’ve known her sooner. I could’ve killed the bastard myself.”

You shook your head, but stroked his cheekbone nonetheless. “He wasn’t your to kill, anyways.”

Bucky let out a labored breath. “You’re right.”

“And don’t worry - I won’t mention any of this to her.”

Bucky placed a kiss on the palm of your hand and gave you a small smile.

“You should go pack. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, please,” you groaned, throwing yourself back onto the bed. “I have to spend five and a half hours in a jet with Tony.”

Bucky chuckled, twisting himself to lay down on top of you, eliciting a small grunt from you as he did.

Peppering your neck and cheeks with soft kisses, he hummed against your skin as you rested your hands on his back.

“Wish you could come with me, baby,” he mumbled into your neck, and you sighed.

“I know. Me too. But I gotta go with them, otherwise it would be too sketchy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky hushed you, and brought a hand to your hip, giving it a squeeze.

“Just bring something short to wear.”

Zipping up your suitcase was a struggle.

You had a bad habit of overpacking - you were only staying in Vegas for three days.

Three days, if Bucky’s plan worked. And it would, you were sure of it. It had to.

You refused to allow yourself to think about all the possible outcomes, taking special care to ignore the worst case scenario your brain kept viciously pushing to the forefront of your mind.

Huffing as you finally zipped the overflowing suitcase, you threw yourself onto your bed with a grunt. With your arms laying lazily above your head, you stared at the ceiling, combing over every single detail of both plans you had memorized ten times over at this point.

This couldn’t go wrong. Not when Bucky’s life was on the line. Also taking care to avoid the faint voice telling you your life was also at risk, you rolled over onto your side as you thought.

He had saved you once, at your lowest point. You owed him your life, in fact. You supposed it was your turn to save him.

“You can stay as long as you’d like.”

You avoided his striking eyes as you took in the guest room - probably more expensive than everything your entire home combined.

“Thank you, but I wouldn’t want to impose,” you said politely, setting your backpack tentatively on the foot of the bed.

The man - James - smiled at you, and you were shocked at how inviting his grin was, so at odds with his reputation.

“You wouldn’t be imposing, doll,” he countered, and you almost tripped at the pet name. “I’d do anything for my friends - and their children.”

“Right. Sorry, I guess it’s just... weird. My dad’s never mentioned you before, and now all of a sudden he leaves with no explanation and I have you knocking on my door.”

James nodded, his shoulders slightly tensing at the mention of your father.

“We’ll fix it,” he said. “I’ll fix it.”

You didn’t know what he meant - what there was to be fixed. You only knew the entire situation made you feel nauseous. But when you made eye contact with him, the warmth in his eyes made you feel like whatever it was, it would truly be okay.

You were throwing yourself into the lion’s den, blindly. Handing your life over to a stranger whose word you were just supposed to take. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t bring the panic to the surface, instead deciding it would be better to leave it in the back of your mind.

You blinked, not even realizing you had zoned out. You had trusted Bucky blindly once, twice, three times before. There was no reason you shouldn’t, and couldn’t, do it again.

Looking to the clock, you sighed as you decided you should get to bed. Suddenly, the intensity of what was going to happen in the next couple of days weighed down on you, and you realized how tired you truly were.

As if on cue, you yawned. You couldn’t disappoint everyone. It was the only thought running laps in your mind as you brushed your teeth, as you changed into your pajamas, as you curled up under the covers.

You were determined to do whatever you could to get Bucky out of that casino alive, no matter what he thought you could or couldn’t handle.

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