#rhodey said he'd be in touch with sam

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Fics With Titles That Start With Z Masterlist

Zap! (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony, pepper/tony E, 13k

Summary: All you had to do was touch your other half and zap! Literally, you got an electric shock and some lovely blue patterns wherever you happened to touch. Tony never thought he would get a soulmate until he did, and as luck would have it, it would be the good old Captain America! How could two people be so different and yet so perfect for each other?

Zap (ao3) - LegendsofSnark bucky/clint E, 1k

Summary: Tony creates a set of Avengers toys, Clint tests one out

Zelenyy (ao3) - hitlikehammers steve/bucky, clint/phil T, 3k

Summary: zelenyy, зеленый (adj): green; verdant.

If anyone thinks the whole Right on, fuck yeah, let’s join up with the goddamn Avengers! choice was an easy one, well: they’re wrong.

Screwing with Tony Stark, however, is a really good barometer of how far Bucky’s come in the process of living out said choice.

Zen and the Art of Steve Rogers (ao3) - Gfawkes steve/bucky E, 45k

Summary: "Damn. This fucker is stripped."

And so he was.

Bucky had stripped off his t-shirt. A beautiful thunderbird tattoo flexing its spread wings across his shoulder blades.

Desire flared inside Steve, like the flaming bird burned into Bucky's skin. Half of him suddenly regretted every decision he'd ever made. The other half thanked the gods he was standing where he was.

zen & the art of superhero maintenance (ao3) - curiouslyfic clint/steve T, 7k

Summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of Bed-Stuy, Clint gets a new tenant.

He doesn't move in alone.

Zenith (ao3) - Cyan_Rain wanda/vision T, 61k

Summary: Billy and Tommy wake up miles from Westview, in a world that's nothing like the idyllic life their mother made for them, a world still reeling from a bizarre mass disappearance and reappearance people are starting to call "The Blip."

Six years later, there has been no sign of Wanda for so long she's presumed dead. Her children decide it's time to find answers.

Billy, Tommy, Vision, Doctor Strange, America Chavez, and Reed Richards follow a series of clues to another universe, to a variant Earth so different from their own it might as well be an alien planet, where they will face unknown dangers, strange mysteries, and possibly the Scarlet Witch.

Zephyr in the Sky (ao3) - Ladyladylady bucky/clint E, 32k

Summary: Bucky Barnes did not expect Clint Barton to walk into his bar, but he wasn't surprised when he went home with him. No, it was more the three kids and ex-wife that caught him off-guard the next morning.

Join Bucky as he navigates a relationship with a (sexy) older man who's awfully good at keeping secrets while balancing his school, work, and borderline co-dependent friendships with the Maximoff twins.

A love story told through tarot cards and dim-lit bars.

Zeppelin Bend (ao3) - msraven clint/phil M, 8k

Summary: The idea of intimacy of any kind is laughable and my paranoia is increasing to the point where I rarely get more than a few hours of sleep at night. I’m tired and I’m lonely. So if you can help me with all or any of those, I say show me where to sign.

Or the fic where Phil is a very high-priced prostitute.

zero missed calls (ao3) - zippe mj/peter G, 6k

Summary: SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

Multi-universal communication through phone calls isn’t the easiest way to reach someone. Peter doesn’t care, because his phone is ringing when it never does.

Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart (ao3) - ereshai clint/phil G, 3k

Summary: Phil likes Clint more than he should, so he's just going to distance himself until he gets things under control. Too bad Clint isn't cooperating.

Zombie Hunters, Assemble (ao3) - ereshai clint/phil T, 1k

Summary: Clint has been traveling through the zombie-infested Midwest, alone except for his dog, Lucky.

Zombies (ao3) - EaSnowPw tony/stephen G, 4k

Summary: OR

The zombie survivors welcome a new member in their midst.

Zoo (ao3) - Crockzilla peter/wade, bucky/peggy/steve, pepper/tony, rhodey/sam T, 4k

Summary: Sam takes all five Littles to the zoo. At the same time. Rhodey helps.

Zoodipity (ao3) - Captain_Panda steve/tony T, 14k

Summary: Fury's finally had enough and has kicked the Avengers out of his house headquarters.

With the Grand Zoo Opening just around the corner, Tony's ability to wave a magic wand gets them a chance of a lifetime--or maybe the chance to get a lifetime ban from a Zoo that hasn't even opened yet.

On the bright side, at least they'll have lots of good stories to not tell!

Z to A (ao3) - memoriaeterna wanda/vision, pepper/tony T, 88k

Summary: The moment of disorientation was nothing compared to the next thing he saw. He was standing in the midst of an airport, looking directly at a girl with the familiar red leather coat. The mutual recognition was instant. Leipzig. Or, Peter and Wanda sent back in time to stop the inevitable. Good news: they are not alone. Bad news: who and from when.

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[winters-hysteria]

cross-posted from Ao3, find me on there as spencer-isn't-straight

bucky x reader (reader has a relapse and bucky was her handler at hydra

reader pov: i was sitting on the plush couch in the living room of avengers tower, my head resting lightly against the shoulder of my best friend, sam. he was talking to cap and rhodey while i was mildly focused on the tv, where an old friends rerun was playing. i took a deep breath and relaxed more, feeling safer than i had in ages. my friends were surrounding me, i was not with H.Y.D.R.A. anymore, and it was warm. i closed my eyes and heard rhodey's deep laugh followed by sam shifting to look at me. he fluffed my short hair. "tired, kid?" i yawned loudly. "yeeAAAH." i snuggled underneath his arm and huffed my bangs out of my eyes. i was just laying there resting, when i heard natasha yell down the stairs.

bucky's pov: "STEVE?? WHY MUST YOU HAVE SO MANY DAMN STUFFED ANIMALS?" i heard nat coming down the stairs by my room, and my blood ran cold when i heard the word. animal. my heart nearly paused when i heard sam's concerned voice say "kid??" and get nothing but an angry growl in response. i rushed out of my room, almost falling down the stairs, and stopped at the second to last one to avoid getting hit by the flying steve that had just crashed into a wall. "steve?" i asked, reaching a hand out to help him up. he groaned loudly and took it. "remind me again why i love them?" "because they can throw you into walls. also they like to cuddle." "fair enough" he said, letting go of my hand and opting to use the wall for support instead. tony came up from his workshop hurriedly after he'd heard the crash, probably wondering if a suit had gone rogue, or perhaps his cheeseburger was here. instead, he raised a questioning eyebrow at me, where i pointed over my shoulder to (y/n), who was standing there breathing heavily. "where's my handler." she asked. "who would that be?" nat looked at her, concerned. "the winter soldier. where is my handler?"

reader pov: my eyes opened again. i was resting against a stranger, i did not know who this was. i knew only captain america, but he was not my friend. i saw nothing but targets. the lot of them were to be taken down. i leapt up from the man next to me, scrambled over the back of the couch and took a protective stance. they were all staring at me. "(y/n)?" the man i'd been laying on spoke. i responded by glaring at him and growling low in the back of my throat, and before i knew it my arms were being pinned behind me and a thick arm wrapped itself tightly around my waist. i shrieked in surprise, and thrashed about. "i'm sorry (y/n), but you're having a relapse. a bad one!" captain america's voice came from behind me and i panicked. i knocked my head back into his, and when he dropped me i used his own arm against him and threw him far away from me. "where's my handler." i asked.

"who would that be?" the short haired redhead looked at me, concerned.

"the winter soldier. where is my handler?" i paused when i saw him coming towards me, rapidly and looking mildly upset. i shrunk back when he stood in front of me and spoke to me angrily in russian. "что ты делаешь, актив?" (what do you think you're doing, asset?) "только то, что мне сказали делать." (just what i was told to do.) the winter soldier sighed, putting a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose. "эти люди. они друзья, а не враги." (these people. they are friends, not enemies.) "но у меня есть миссия?" (but i have a mission?) "нет миссии." he reached out to touch my shoulder with his vibranium arm, and i did not shrink back. (no mission.) "нет миссии?" i responded. (no mission?) "нет. ты в безопасности." he pulled me into his chest, flesh hand holding the back of my head and vibranium on my lower back.

bucky's pov: i pulled them into my chest, feeling them trembling from being hugged while in the mindset of an asset, or from being hugged so hard at all. but i held onto her while steve wobbled back to his chair, and then i lifted them up when i felt them go limp and carried them back to my room. i set them down on the bed and went to close the door, but heard a weak whine and i instantly turned back to them. "doll? you okay?" "yeah..thanks, bucky." i heard a small yawn when i closed the door. i climbed into bed with them, pulling their back to my chest and wrapping both arms tightly around them. i placed kisses all over the side of their face that was turned towards me , the back of their head, and their neck, eliciting soft giggles that turned into slow, deep breaths. i buried my face into their hair. "love you, doll." "love you too, bucky."

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #fluff #mcu #avengers fanfic #i favor bucky #7 up tag #7-up tag #mcu x reader #forgive me #russian is my second language

[still-simping-over-sambucky]

#I mean #rhodey said he'd be in touch with sam #just imagine sambucky not telling anybody that buck moved to delacroix #and rhodey shows up there to congratulate sam for becoming cap #rhodey be like: Sam did you notice that Barnes is in your house #and Sam being confused like: Duh he's living here #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #james rhodes #rhodey #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #sambucky living together #my memes

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Green Thumb

Part 16

Request: Yes or No

This first half is for you anon! Excuse my inability to write drunk characters lmao

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"What the hell are you doing?" You blinked, looking up at Tony. You stumbled back slightly, gaze flickering around the room.

"Uhm.." A small snort left you, holding onto the counter and raising the bottle of whiskey.

"This?" You answered, head tilting as you smiled widely. Tony raised his brows, eyeing you with a disapproving gaze.

"So what? You drink now?"

"Clint would know if I- Oh, fuck." You caught yourself before you could fall, a small laugh leaving you. "If I touched his beers."

"Barton's drinking too? What a great influence you have, kid." Tony frowned, shaking his head.

"This isn't my first time." You muttered, huffing softly as your eyes narrowed. Tony raised a brow, taking in a deep breath.

"Could've fooled me."

"Sam was pretty sneaky." You giggled softly, putting the bottle down before you could drop it. You didn't notice the way Tony flinched when you put it down a little too hard.

"Drinking isn't the answer to what you're feeling." Tony called, taking a step towards you. You scowled, shaking your head.

"You're a stupidly lucky bastard, Stark." You muttered, taking a step forward. Your hands quickly caught the island, ice covering the area you touched.

"Okay, kid, let's get you to bed before you set this place on fire." Tony said, reaching out towards you. You scoffed, smacking his hands away.

"Don't touch me, asshole." You snapped, hands heating up and turning the ice to water. Tony didn't want you to have an outburst and make a sinkhole swallow the facility.

"It's been two years. Two years since everyone just.. Poof! Gone! What did you lose, huh? A kid you barely knew? Your pride?" You raised your brows, staring at him. His face was fuzzy and the room was slightly spinning.

"What did you lose? Your parents were already dead, your bestie is alive, your wife is alive, you're expecting a kid! You lost nothing." You sneered, glaring at him with glossy eyes.

"Everyone I love is gone but you get to start a new life with Ms. Pans or whatever her fucking name is. You get to have a family while I have to live without mine.. Clint.. Clint doesn't even come home half the time!" Your brows lowered, body trembling as you tried fighting back tears.

"I think we should talk about something." Tony said softly. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and licking your lips.

"Yeah? What? Gonna tell me I'm immature again?" You asked, letting out a small fake laugh. You looked away from him when tears began to slip down your cheeks.

"Why do I keep losing everyone?" You sobbed, taking in short breaths. Tony's gaze softened, placing a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

"It's not your fault, (Y/N)." He said softly, frowning. Tony had never seen you vulnerable. You were usually snappy and feisty with him.

"I d-didn't try hard enough." You breathed out, a quiet whimper escaping you.

"All of us could've tried harder. All of us wish we did. Don't you think Thor feels the way way you do? He's just angry instead of sad. No clue where he flew off but.." Tony sighed, eyes shutting as he thought of things to say that wouldn't piss you off. You turned and stared at him for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the back of his head, leaning forward. Your lips met his though your mind didn't process that you were kissing a married man with a baby on the way. You pulled away from the stunned billionaire, patting his chest.

"You suck." You whispered, eyes becoming droopy before you collapsed. Tony quickly caught you before you could hit the ground, clearing his throat.

"Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y? Could you contact Rhodey? I need some assistance." Tony dragged your body towards one of the couches nearby, laying you on your side in case you had to vomit. Tony stared down at you, taking in your flushed, tear stained cheeks. He raised a hand to his lips, gently touching them. He shook his head, looking down at his ring with a heavy sigh.

"What's up, Tony?" Rhodes asked, gaze immediately dropping onto you.

"Could I charge him for underage drinking?" Tony asked, looking at him. Rhodes shook his head, chuckling.

"He turned 23 last month. Sent him a birthday card and a small cactus plant." Rhodes told him, approaching the couch.

"How come I'm never told of his birthdays?"

"Cause he doesn't like you." Rhodes answered simply, grabbing your legs as Tony hooked his arms under your armpits. They got you to your old bedroom in the facility, thought it took them a while. Tony propped up a pillow under your head, placing a trash can beside the bed.

"What would a kid like him want on their birthday?" Tony asked, looking at Rhodes as he put his hands on his hips.

"His boyfriend back." Rhodes muttered. Tony blinked, turning his head to look at him with wide eyes.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, Barnes. I found out when we went to Wakanda. They were all over each other. Never thought he'd have a thing for older guys but.. I gotta admit, Barnes is an attractive dude." Rhodes shrugged, gently bringing the covere up over your shoulders. He gently rubbed your shoulder, sighing.

"He's a good kid. I guess I gotta lock up whenever he comes over. I'm surprised he even still bothers being here. Thor's nowhere to be found, you're barely even here.. God knows where Clint is. He hasn't visited yet."

"I'm gonna retire." Tony announced, looking at Rhodes. Rhodes raised his brows, looking at him.

"I wanna give Morgan a good life. One where she sees her father every day." Tony explained. They both turned to you when they heard you groan and gag, throwing up into the trash can and almost falling off the bed.

"I'll go get him a water bottle and painkillers." Rhodes mumbled, turning around and leaving the room. Tony nodded, licking his lipd and sighing softly.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" You asked in hoarse voice, slowly getting up. You sluggishly walked towards the bathroom, washing your mouth.

"I wouldn't bother. You're probably gonna throw up-" Tony cringed, hearing you throw the toilet seat up and vomit again. Rhodes entered the room, placing the pill bottle down and glancing into the bathroom.

"Should I contact Clint?" Rhodes asked, looking at Tony.

"He can come here when he realizes his son isn't home." Tony replied, glancing at Rhodes before turning around and leaving the room. Rhodes nodded, walking towards the bathroom and placing a hand on the doorway.

"Need help?" He asked, head tilting. You shook your head, grabbing toilet paper and using it to blow your nose. Rhodes hummed, leaving the room as well. You pushed yourself off the floor, walking to the sink and washing your mouth again. Your throat burned and you could taste what you had for dinner. With a heavy sigh, you approached the bed, collapsing onto it. Your arms wrapped around one of the pillows, nuzzling into it. You turned your head when someone entered the room.

"Read this when you have a clear head." Tony said quietly, placing a file on the nightstand. You furrowed your brows, a frown tugging at your lips. You were tempted to look at the file but your body desperately needed sleep.

The next morning, you woke up with a raging headache. Your mind and body were still tired but you weren't sure if what you needed was sleep or actual therapy. You noticed the trash can you had thrown up in was gone as you pulled your legs over the edge of the bed. The yellow file caught your eye again. You sighed, deciding to use the bathroom before anything else. You picked up the pill bottle, taking two tablets and pushing them down with some water. You licked your lips, putting the water bottle down and taking a seat on the bed. You picked up the file, placing it on your lap. You stared at the writing on the front in sharpie.

(Y/N) BARTON

"Is this.. My file?" You blinked, flipping it open and seeing your picture in the top right corner followed by your information.

"Why would I need this?" You flipped to the next page, seeing a picture of an unknown woman.

Florine De Meyers (Could be a false name) is believed to be (Y/N) Bartons' aunt from his fathers side.

Your mouth went dry as you reread the sentence over and over again. After almost six to seven years with the Avengers, you had never been told about your family. It was always your parents being unknown yet here was a piece of information stating you had a relative. You closed the file, standing up and leaving the room. You made your way to Tonys' office, tossing the file on his desk. Tony looked up from the box in his hands, glancing between you and the file.

"What the hell is this?" You questioned, arms crossing. Tony carefully placed the box down, clearing his throat.

"Your file."

"Yeah, I know that, dipshit." You sneered, earning a pointed look from him. Tony sighed, picking the file up and going to the second page.

"You-"

"Shut up and sit down." Tony ordered. You glared at him, sitting down on one of the chairs.

"Florine De Meyers is a 47 year old woman from Lasne, Belgium. It's unknown if Florine De Meyers is her real name since not much is known about her. It's stated that she had a brother but no information came up about him. We, well more like F.R.I.D.A.Y, went through your blood test and searched for any relatives. She's the closest living relative you have." Tony said, putting the file down. Your leg bounced as you tried to stay calm, taking in soft deep breaths.

"So, all this time I could've been learning about my family? Why didn't you tell me sooner?! She might've been snapped away too!"

"Quite frankly, you seemed happy with Barton and his family. Plus, I forgot about it while trying to save the world a few times." Tony answered, picking up trophies and medals, putting them in the box.

"Does Clint know?" You asked softly.

"Nope. Romanoff doesn't know, Banner doesn't know, Thor doesn't know, Rogers... Well, as far as I know, he's unaware but he very well could." Tony shrugged, closed the box and taping it.

"She lives in Belgium?"

"That's what I said. Though, you might not be from Belgium. We think she's your fathers half sister. So, your father and her share a parent. It's why we had some difficulty finding anyone. Your parents made sure nobody could make any connections. Whether it was protect you or to protect themselves, we'll never know. Florine might know though. F.R.I.D.A.Y, what's the most recent security footage of Florine De Meyers?"

"Florine De Meyers was seen in a supermarket last thursday." F.R.I.D.A.Y answered, making a picture of a security footage appear. You stared at the picture, sighing softly.

"Where's Nat?" You asked.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?"

"Contacting Agent Romanoff." You stood up, pulling the file towards yourself and looking down at the picture as Tony spoke with Natasha. Florine seemed to have a permanet frown on her face, eyes hard and icy.

"Romanoff is on her way. She can accompany you to Lanse." Tony said, watching you with a small frown.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." You looked up at him in surprise. Tony was never one for apologies.

"I thought that if.. Your parents wanted to desperately protect you, I should respect their wishes and do the same. You're a big boy now. It's up to you to decide what you want to do now." Tony said, placing the box down and looking at you with a gentle gaze. You swallowed, nodding as you rubbed your arm.

"Uhm... I'm sorry for being a dick and insulting you." You apologized as well, choosing to ease the tension between you and Tony.

"What's up?" You turned to look at Natasha, picking up the file and closing it.

"I need a ride to Belgium."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #thanos #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #x barton reader #james rhodes #clint barton x adopted reader

[johnkrrasinski]

the chain on your neck; 

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader 

Word count: 2,291

Warning: too much fluff probably 

Summary: Steve Rogers came home to you after a delayed return and brought something special for you. 

a/n: i was listening to call it what you want by taylor swift (well, it would be pretty obvious for my swiftie followers lol) anyways, i was really inspired by the line “i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck” and that to me, has always been one of my favorite lyrics of reputation. also, the title was inspired by that exact line from you are in love. so here’s a steve rogers fic predicated on that line! hope you like it. please leave a like and comment. ❤

It was 9.30am on a Sunday morning in New York. Normally, you would take your sweet time to stretch in your bed and turn slowly to the other way around to gaze lovingly at your boyfriend. It was a rare sight to see him in such a serene state, so you didn't have the heart to wake him. It was lovely to see him without the wrinkles on his forehead and furrowed brows because he was carrying so much on his shoulders. His duties as Captain America, the missions, the battles, the reports, the urgent late night calls, the miscreants had clearly took a toll on him.

And you being his girlfriend, it was crystal clear to you how often he would put on a facade to be the backbone of the Avengers. Because, everyone is relying on him. There were innocent folks that needed his protection. There were little kids looking up to him. He didn't have the luxury to pour a couple tears to lay off some steam or have a mental breakdown in public. He had to be strong and steady.

Often times, when the fight really did a damage on him and it was written all over his face, he would try to hide it away from you. You knew he needed you, you knew he needed your comforting touch to ground him. He wouldn't ask for it though, he would simply undress himself out of the grimy suit and wordlessly wrapped himself around you. The feel of your skin against his kept him sane throughout all the worst missions he'd ever gone through.

So when you had the chance to just take a minute and enjoy this brief moment of life simply letting your boyfriend be... Human, you cherish and savor every single second of it.

That's your usual Sunday morning routine. But not today, today you woke up in a cold bed alone because the love of your life had gone to another mission in Prague four days ago, and he was supposed to come back last night. You were feeling grouchy because you didn't get your morning cuddles and kisses and Steve's morning cuddles and kisses were like coffee to other people. They need their morning boost to start off their day.

Delayed returns were part of the job. There was always unexpected incidents that required immediate attention of whoever took the mission. And the behest is that, you do not come home before the mission was truly taken care of.

So instead of sulking all day in bed, you leisurely check your phone and send him a good morning text. You figured that it would ease the feeling of missing him. You knew better than to wait around for an instant reply. You were not allowed to check your phone under any circumstances during missions unless you are safe and sound in your hotel room. So you decided to get yourself out of bed and washed your face and brushed your teeth.  

After your daily morning routine, you went to the kitchen to cook yourself some early meal. Nat, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Clint were already there in the middle of their breakfast. They greeted you in your not-so-cheerful state.

"Good morning, kid." Tony was the first one to speak up.

"Hey Tony." In an indifferent tone. You just weren't in the mood to socialize because you missed your boyfriend terribly, and you just really wanted to spend your Sunday morning with him.

"Someone's in a grumpy mood." Natasha spoke up. The woman was always too good in seeing right through people.

"Not really, I'm just hungry." You retorted. Again, with that disinterested attitude.

"Hungry for some food or a certain super soldier, cause I've seen you hungry for actual food y/n, it wasn't like this."

"Okay! You're right. I'm missing my boyfriend and I'm so goddamn worried. He hasn't contacted us since last night, when he was supposed to come home. I texted him this morning and he still hasn't answered. What if something had happened to him and he wasn't able to send a message? What if he got stuck somewhere where he can't find a signal? What if he-"

"Sweetie, I think you are getting yourself too worked up. Just take a deep breath and eat some breakfast, yeah? I'll make you some coffee to ease your nerves." Wanda politely interrupted you. Out of all people, she knew exactly what the feeling was like. Aside from being able to read people's minds, she had actually lost so many of her loved ones, so she understood your overwhelming fears.

You put your head in your hands and took a deep breath and exhaled. You were getting too worked up and you needed to clear your head because freaking out is clearly not going to solve anything or give you any answers. It's not going to turn whatever situation Steve was stuck in and provide you a call or a text from him out of nowhere.

And you didn't realize how hungry you had been until your stomach started to make some growling noises that told you you needed some nourishment.

"Yeah, okay, I'm gonna cook something up."

Just as you pushed your chair back and stood on your feet, Friday's voice alerted everyone from the tranquil state of the room. "Captain Rogers, sergeant Barnes and Mr. Wilson are about to land in 5 minutes."

As everyone in the room had realized what was happening, they all immediately got on their feet and ran to the where the helipad was placed. You, on the other hand was overwhelmed with a sense of relief and joy. Because your boyfriend has come home and in one piece. You were about to see his beautiful sapphire eyes again and you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted to be the first one to welcome him home as soon as he lands.

As the quinjet landed on the ground and the door opened up wide, revealing your boyfriend and your friends, Bucky and Sam on his sides, walking out limping but still with that warm, familiar smile on his face because he finally saw you. Four days had felt way too long for being overseas from you.

He instantly ran as fast as he possibly could to you and grabbed you by your waist and carried you off the ground in a tight embrace. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your luscious scent. You couldn't see his face because you were also burying your own face in his neck, but you could feel him smiling so widely because he was home and you were in his arms now.

"God, I've missed you so much, baby."

You moved your face to the front of his and pressed your foreheads together.

"I've missed you too, baby. So fucking much." You sniffled. In that moment it was just you and him, because you had been without each other for way too long to have a care about anything else in the world. Four days felt like four thousand years. It might seem dramatic but that's what happens when you are madly in love.

"I know baby, I know. I'm here now, it's okay." He kissed you, it was brief but it held more meaning than words. You closed your eyes as you relished in the feeling of him. Pressed up against you and tangible. Not a looming presence in your room, not a ghost in your dreams, not a whispered name in your prayers.

He put you down as threw his arm around your neck to keep you close. You both walk in each other's embrace to your room. Luckily, he didn't bring home any severe wounds that would require an immediate & extensive care. He could go straight to his own bed, take a warm shower and change into his pyjamas so he could lie in his cozy bedstead with you. Really, that's all he really wanted right now.

Steve Rogers was a man of sentiment. Not a lot of people saw it but, it's factual. You were lucky enough to witness the way this man displayed his affections and the way he'd never let you doubt his love and loyalty a single second. He was an assertive and a solemn leader to the team, especially when he had to save the world and faced the government. But you knew his tender heart way too well to let it affect you behind closed doors. You love him for the man he chose to be even when he didn't.

After you both wash yourself off the dirt, you put on one of his hoodies that literally swallowed your smaller figure. You looked so tiny and adorable in his shirts, he never minded that he'd often have trouble finding a certain shirt. It was always his hoodies, sweaters and old shirts that he rarely wore anymore. If she claimed it, then it's hers. No room for argument. Not that he'd try anyway.

She was drying her hair with the hairdryer in the small mirror of her bathroom when he walked in with nothing but his sweatpants on, he stared into her beautiful eyes in the mirror with a smile. "I got something for you."

"Yeah? What is it?" She smiled back at his reflection in the mirror.

He pulled out a lovely navy blue box with a silver ribbon on top of it. It made her turn around with an inquisitive look. She moved her eyes directly to the box in his calloused hands. He opened the lid cautiously, fearing that she might not like the surprise. Because even Captain America is still scared of rejections, he was trained for orders and enemies, but no one taught him that the little, sickly guy from Brooklyn would be rejected by  a lot of women who couldn't see him past his appearance. And certainly, no one  prepared him for the rejection from the love of his life. His past fears are clouding his mind and taking over his emotions before she even said a word.

The navy blue box revealed a beautiful piece of jewelry, specifically, a golden vintage necklace that hang up the letter "S" in the middle of its rounder. The red rose adornment on the left side of it only added the exquisite intricacies to it. And the antiquated piece of leaf on the other side enhanced more of its charm.  She couldn't help the desire to touch the charming piece with her own fingers. She delicately curled them around the rustic chain, deliberately picked them up closer to her sight; she was charmed by it.

"Do you like it?" Steve spoke up timidly, as if he was doubting his own choice, he really wanted her to like it. He nervously stared into her eyes, waiting for her answer.

"I love it, Steve." She returned that restlessness expression on his handsome face with a fond smile. She loved it. She truly loved it and she meant it. She wasn't even faking it to spare his feelings, she genuinely became attached to it even if she hadn't even hung it around her own neck yet.

"Where did you get it from?" She continued. Her curiosity knocked on the moment.

"There was this local gift shop in Prague, it looked really old and small but still had its own charm, you know? I was walking around one night..." He looked distant for a second. "Couldn't sleep, the mission really carried a weight that day. I just kept walking, taking in the fresh midnight air until I found the shop... It drew me in."

Steve's face changed from an agitated expression to pure delight. He couldn't wait any longer to see it encircle the shape of her neck, so he asked; "do you want me to put it on you?"

"Please." She turned around to face the mirror again and waited for Steve to unclasp the hook of the necklace. She could feel his warm, steady breath on the back of her neck and this is the kind of intimacy not a lot of people talk about, but oh, how much it mattered in the moment.

When the necklace was on, she took her time to soak it in, how divine it looks on her now, she didn't think she could go anywhere without this necklace being a part of her. She pressed her thumb on every inch of this necklace, it really is a part of her now.

He is now wrapping his bulky arms around her shoulders and put his head right on the right side of hers. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. "You know why I chose this necklace?" He left a swift kiss on the right side of her neck where he was just resting his head on.  

"Why?"

"Because it's the closest thing to your heart, and that's where I'm always supposed to be."

She didn't realize tears had started brimming in her eyes, the tenderness and sincerity in his voice made her realize just how lucky she was to possess such love him, and to have that love returned in if not, a greater measure than she ever hoped for.

"I love you, you know that?" It was rhetorical, she knew damn well  that he had it ingrained deep in the back of his head that she loved him. Desperately, utterly and irrevocably.  And so did he to her. It was more than a mere declaration but rather a vow, that it would be bounded to their souls for eternity. In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, 'till death do us part.

"I love you too, angel."

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers one shot

[professional-benaddict]

Tony adores buying his baby the softest blankets, often shops with Stephen in tow because the man may be a mafia boss, but he knows all about the body's reaction to certain materials.

Peter, who tries to schedule his little time for mondays, wednesdays and sundays, is a very gentle, happy little one but he'll turn weary if the manor is too cold.

So Clint had one day snatched up a blanket, draped it over his shoulders and tied the corners in a tight knot so intricately it seemed like Peter was red riding hood with the cape. After that, all of Tony's enforcers competed to find the best diy capes and shawls. Stark doesn't mind, they're a family and his heart breaks open whenever Peter is loved so obviously. But still.

He's Peter's daddy, he has to win. Stephen, the only one with at least a solitary neuron not devoted to the boy with wide eyes and and even wider, pure smiles, politely declined the invitation to compete. Instead, he helps Tony out. In exchange Tony lets him have the role of Uncle Papa without much fussing (not like he'd fuss anyway, it's adorable to see Peter call for the ex doctor, making grabby hands until the taller man swooped down and scooped him into a hug with lots of tickling kisses.)

He wins by a landslide, proudly cooing at his baby all wrapped up in gold silk and fluffy sheep wool. And then Stephen walks out with a luxurious red cloak, gets down on one knee and gently asks Peter if he can put it on him.

Bambi eyes get impossibly wider, words refuse to touch the noiseless air and a cute face goes up and down. Peter shrugs out of Tony's gift carefully, scooches closer and starts purring like a cat once the cloak is settled, head nudging Stephen's chin as he pushes the boss into a cross legged position.

He curls on top of him, tucks gold silk inside the cloak for even more warmth and murmurs a thank you.

His enforcers, the traitors, are taking pictures and sniffling. Tony goes to leave with what's left of his dignity, even steps over the duo before Peter yanks his hand and peers out from under Stephen. His darling doesn't even have to say anything, Tony's his, but Peter still goes the extra mile.

"Stay, daddy? Please, for me?"

And honestly, who could resist that. He unbuttoned his suit and joined them. Thirty seconds later he was yelling at the brats he called a family, telling them he'd have their heads if those pictures for out.

(Stephen had dressed up as Tony for Halloween and vice versa. For eight hours, Peter was a little that day. He had glanced between them for a while before hesitantly coming closer to inspect them, squinting at Stephen and saying, "you're not daddy, not exactly." After five minutes, his eyes lit up and Natasha was already betting the two bosses would melt within four seconds. Steve bet three, Bruce said two. Rhodey, however, wagered five on Tony and six for Stephen.

"You must be uncle papa then!"

Rhodey won.

Of course he did. He brought Peter on an ice cream date the next day after he'd finished school, happy to offer his arm and show the sweetest person in the world a good time.

Pete's only romantic relationship is with Tony but you can bet Natasha still kisses him hello when she gets back from a job, Clint drapes an arm around sweater warmed shoulders while walking down the street, Steve takes him to the town fair for cotton candy and teddy bears, Bruce shows Peter a new aquarium on their way to eat, Bucky has a tendency to whisk him away from school on slow days just to spend hours watching movies at the cinema and Sam books tickets to Universal and Six flags every three weeks.)

I now realize this isn't an ask, and I apologize. It got out of hand. Prompt that Stephen only ever has sex with their lovely boy while wearing gloves because if his hands are bare it's too much? So Peter begins the process of a Pavlovian response in the mafia boss by showing him how much he loves the leather? He sucks long fingers as good as he can, sinks down on them and moans as freely as the little embarrassment that covers his chest and face with pink lets him moan? Relishes in the fact that he's made his daddy go breathless and wide eyed by being good? Aches later on because if Stephen keeps being so loving and fond and looking at him like that he'll combust? And then of course Stephen wrecks him and it's just so nice?

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[cottontail20]

The Domestic Life Of The Vision And His Witch, Chapter 4: Protectors

Summary:  The Avengers make it clear to Ross that Tommy and Billy Maximoff are not to be messed with.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18461504/chapters/44176057

After the one occasion in which Natasha had unintentionally startled Wanda as she was feeding Billy in the middle of the night, Wanda and Vision had soon adjusted to the fact that the Black Widow usually came to stay at the Barton House for a day or two after a mission.

So, on this particular Saturday morning when a bleary-eyed Nat wandered into the lounge room while Vision and Wanda burped the twins after a feed, neither of them batted an eye.

"Auntie Nat!" Lila ran to hug her.

"Morning, kiddo" Natasha smiled, lightly ruffling her hair. "Morning, everyone."

"Good Morning, Nat" Laura smiled, watching over a few sizzling pans of eggs and bacon . "Lila, can you come set the table for breakfast, sweetie? Make sure you set a place for Auntie Nat.."

Lila nodded, rushing off to do as her Mother had asked. On weekends, Breakfast at the Barton's was a family affair, and they made sure to eat at the table, together. Even Vision, who didn't actually eat, enjoyed these weekend breakfasts for the conversations they all had around the table.

Natasha turned her attention to Wanda, her eyes lighting up when she saw the twins.

"Hey, Nat" Wanda passed Tommy over before she'd even asked. "How'd the mission go?"

"Alright" Natasha grinned, cooing and fussing over Tommy, who fussed slightly, in the middle of teething, but he loved his Auntie Nat, and soon settled in her arms. "How was your Anniversary?"

Wanda glanced over to Vision, smiling brightly as she watched him attempt to pull funny faces for Billy.

"Minunat."

"Great" Nat shifted, drawing Tommy closer as she held him, seeming rather protective over him. Vision noticed this, and couldn't help frowning slightly, his grip on Billy tightening a little.

"Is something wrong, Natasha?" He asked.

"No. Well, not anymore."

"What do you mean, 'Not anymore'?" Now it was Wanda's turn to frown.

"I should probably tell you two something" said Nat, "But try not to freak out about it, okay?"

"Okay.." Wanda's brows furrowed.

"Well, we had a meeting with Secretary Ross last week.."

"That must have been awkward" Vision grimaced. Wanda paled slightly.

"You still have to work with him?"

"Not for much longer. Anyway, he asked a few questions about the boys.. where they came from.."

"He.. what?" Vision jumped up, clutching Billy tightly to his chest. "Why?"

More color drained from Wanda's face. Her time in the Raft still haunted her. Ross was absolutely the last person she wanted sniffing around her children.

"It's okay" Nat shifted Tommy to one arm, and gave Wanda's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "We dealt with it. The Avengers assembled, and we dealt with it. Nobody is coming anywhere near Tommy and Billy, I promise."

"How.. How did you deal with it?"

"Well.." --

As soon as the topic of the Maximoff twins had come up, Iron Man and Captain America, united once more, along with War Machine, Falcon, and newly-minted Avenger Bucky Barnes stood. For the moment, Nat hung back, observing.

"No one" said Tony, in no uncertain terms, "Is touching those kids."

"But surely" Ross tried, "You wonder how a robot and the witch could.."

"Vision's not a robot" Sam scowled. "And Wanda has a name."

"Still, they managed to produce.."

"Perfectly normal children" Steve immediately cut him off. "It shouldn't matter how they got here."

"I can confirm that, sir" said Rhodey. His 'Sir' had been a little forced. "There is absolutely nothing unusual about Tommy and Billy Maximoff."

"They are normal, innocent babies" Bucky finished.

All five of them stared down Secretary Ross. He finally, reluctantly relented.

"Very well.." --

"I wasn't entirely convinced that he'd drop it completely, so I called in a few reinforcements.." Nat continued. "Thor hadn't come to the meeting, he's been busy trying to find the right location for New Asgard, but when I told him.." --

"Secretary Ross?" A woman poked her head into his Office. "Uh.. Thor is here to see you."

"Is that the one who says he's a Thunder God?"

"I believe so, Sir."

"Alright" Ross sighed. "Send him in."

Soon after, The God of Thunder entered the office, Stormbreaker slung over his shoulder.

"You are the one they call Ross?"

"Yes. I'm really quite busy, so if you could make it quick.."

Thor laid his axe over Ross's desk, scattering some of his papers.

"This is my new weapon, Stormbreaker" He grinned. "It is good for splitting skulls, I used it against Thanos."

"Is that a threat?" Ross frowned.

"Of course not" said Thor. "I consider all the people of Midgard my friends. Asgardians will always take up arms in defense of their friends. Vision is my friend" He added, picking up Stormbreaker as he turned to leave. "Worthy of my old hammer.. special bond there.." --

"Bruce, understandably, has been trying to avoid any sort of interaction with Ross since he's been back in the U.S, holing up in the lab at the compound, mostly. But when he heard what happened at the meeting.." --

"We're both on the same page here Hulk, right, big guy?"

Bruce Banner strode toward Secretary Ross's office, nervous, but determined. He knew there was every chance Ross could attempt to have him arrested or contained somehow, but he had something very important to do. To remind himself just how important, Bruce glanced at his current phone wallpaper: a picture of himself with baby Billy Maximoff taken when he'd visited the Barton Farm. He nodded, more determined now, and headed inside.

Ross looked up, surprised, and though he would never admit it, maybe a tiny bit impressed when he saw Bruce.

"I'll give you one thing, Banner, it's brave of you to come here."

"I know."

"I suppose you're counting on the 'Pro-Avenger' crowd to keep you safe?" Ross scribbled on some papers.

"Actually," said Bruce, "It's not myself I'm here to keep safe."

"Oh?"

"See, the Hulk and I have had some issues recently, but there's one thing, at the moment, that we both agree on.." For a second, Bruce's face and hands morphed green, and the Hulk roared, "NO TOUCH TWINS!"

"Ah!" Ross was about to call security, but the Hulk was gone as quickly as he had come.

"That will be all.. Sir." As Bruce left, a small, satisfied smirk crossed his face. --

"And then, just to make absolutely certain" Natasha grinned, tickling Tommy's belly, "Auntie Nat stepped in.."

"Hello, Secretary Ross" Natasha greeted, clutching a piece of paper as she entered Ross's office.

Ross groaned.

"If this is about.."

"You know" Nat began, ignoring him, "That I have a very specific skill set. These days, I'm a little more selective about what I use it for.. or who I use it for.." she dropped the paper onto his desk.

"What's this?"

"A reminder of my skill set. Read up."

"Alright.." Ross did so. He seemed to grow a little pale. "You've made your point.. You've all.. made your point.

"Glad to see we're on the same page" Natasha stood, taking the paper, a dangerously sweet smile on her face "Stay the hell away from my Godsons, and we won't have a problem." --

"So.. dealt with" Nat finished. "No one will ask any more questions. And soon, once all the paper work goes through, we won't have to work with Ross anymore."

"Thank you, Nat" The color was returning to Wanda's face, "Really."

"No need to thank us. We all love the boys.. Ooh.." Nat handed Tommy back to Wanda and headed to the table as Laura began to dish up. "That smells good, I haven't eaten properly in days.."

Vision glanced over towards them. Looking over at Natasha, at Laura shoveling a generous helping of food onto Nat's plate. At Clint, returning from an early morning session of working on the cottage that Vision and Wanda were soon going to move into. He thought of Nat's story about Ross and the Avengers.

"Wanda?" He asked, still cuddling Billy close as they all moved to join the rest of the family at the table.

"Yeah, Vizh?" She pressed a kiss into Tommy's hair.

"How many Godparents can a child have?"

"Well.. As many as we like, really. Why?"

"Because" said Vision, "I think our Boys already have at least ten."

Wanda smiled.

"I think you're right."

Notes:

Translation:

"Minunat.": wonderful.

#scarletvision #scarlet vision #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #vision x wanda #wanda x vision #the vision #vision mcu #minimoffs #black widow #natasha romanoff

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

For the non-Stony prompt! How bout Tony being keyed up but trying to sleep and his partner (Rhodey? Sam? Bucky? Bruce? but whomever you like) telling him they have a trick their mom did when they were little to help him sleep. They get him to lie down and then they very, very gently trail their fingertips up and down his back. He would probably mock them a little at first, but before you know it, he'd be drooling in his pillow. (My grandparents would do this for me when I was small.)

That’s adorable. Went with IronHusbands, but can be read as platonic!

“Tones, c’mon.” James sighed, taking in Tony’s dark circles and slightly trembling hands. 

“I can’t. You don’t understand, Rhodey, I can’t.” Tony didn’t look up, slowly twisting his screwdriver. The screw was already in place, and all he was doing was stripping it, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I can’t sleep. I’ve tried.” His voice cracked, and James knew if that had happened around anyone else he would be rushing to deny it. He ran a hand through the younger man’s curls, scratching at his scalp and making his shoulders slump in exhaustion. 

“Come on, Tony,” he said softly. “I’ve got a trick that might work.” Tony looked up, eyeing him before setting down his screwdriver begrudgingly, standing and swaying slightly. James took his arm, holding him steady, and led him to the elevator. He was fading fast, and it probably wouldn’t take much to get him to sleep – the problem was staying asleep. 

He help a bleary-eyed Tony change into his pajamas and watched him brush his teeth, crawling into bed with him. Tony looked at him expectantly. 

“Roll onto your stomach.” Tony eyed him before complying, shoving his arms under his pillow and pressing his cheek to the cool fabric, bunching up the blanket under his stomach to keep the reactor from touching the bed. James smiled, laying next to him and gently tracing his fingers up and down his spine. Immediately the other genius began to whine. 

“Rhodey, this is stupid. It’s never going to work.” 

“Shh, shut up Tony. If you don’t talk, it’ll work. Relax. Close your eyes.” Tony huffed out a breath before relaxing into the bed, closing his eyes tightly. James watched as his small fidgets faded away, breaths evening out and softening, his eyes twitching behind their lids. He stayed there, patiently tracing up and down Tony’s back, for a good hour, just to make sure he was really asleep. 

“JARVIS,” he breathed, “wake me up if he starts having a nightmare. You know the signs.” 

“Of course sir.” 

And the night was quiet. 

#talon writes #tony stark #rhodey #iron husbands #marvel fanfic