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𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ~ 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚡 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻.𝟾𝚔

italics = flashbacks / memories

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

~ 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨

To say you were panicking would be the understatement of the century. You’d done it. You’d finally dumped your piece of shit boyfriend ex-boyfriend. But now, reality had set in. And with reality came… that panic. It wasn’t a well thought out plan to begin with, but you knew you couldn’t stay in the relationship any longer. Especially after the events from the past week, you knew you had to leave.

Things hadn’t gone exactly as you’d expected them to though, and that was where you were unsure of what to do.

When you told John that you were breaking up with him, he just laughed. Then after a few seconds, he got angry.

Shoving you up against a wall, he leaned in so your faces were only inches apart.

“You’re nothing without me,” he sneered, “you’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get to—”

As you tried to stand up for yourself, he simply laughed. Though there was no humor in his tone. “I don’t think so. You’re too pathetic to leave. Now clean this fucking place up.”

After that, he’d gone back into the bedroom, got dressed for work, then stormed out of the apartment without another word.

Forcing those moments from your mind, you begin pacing around. And after less than a minute, you begin to overthink. You knew what John expected to happen. Since he’d ‘put you in your place’, he assumed that you’d just do what you normally did at home. And since he’d be gone for a couple of days for a business trip, he’d expect the place to be spotless and for dinner to be on the table whenever he did get home.

10 minutes later, you remained in the same spot, sat on the couch with your knees pulled up towards your chest.

“Guess I should get packing,” you finally mumbled to yourself. Brushing the nonexistent dust from your pants, you made your way to the bedroom and pulled a suitcase out from under the bed. As you mindlessly folded clothes and began arranging them inside, you think back on your relationship with John Walker.

In the beginning, he had you believing that he was genuinely a good guy, and that he loved you. He always said exactly the right things, and in that honeymoon stage, you never argued. He was sweet, planned the most romantic dates, basically, he swept you off your feet.

Just 6 months into the relationship, you made the mistake of saying yes when he asked you to move with him to California. His job offered him the chance to relocate for much higher pay, and he instantly accepted. It made you sad that he hadn’t even thought to mention it to you until it was already a done deal, but you brightened up when he asked you to go with him. He filled your head with how great it would be and all of the adventures you guys would get to have. You were so smitten, you hadn’t even considered saying no.

Yelena, Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Kate all warned you against the idea. Some said that 6 months was waaay too soon, while others said just stay in New York and try long distance.

Even with all of them, none were more against the idea than your best friend.

Pietro had quickly come to think of you as a sister since you met when you were kids, and if asked, he’d say you were one of his favorite people without hesitation. Though you often bickered like siblings, the love was clear.

The one area where you and Pietro disagreed, was your relationship with John. From the beginning, Pietro was the first to think that something was off. Maybe it was the way that John seemed just a little too controlling, but then he’d see the way your eyes lit up whenever you talked about him. And he loved you, so whatever you’d decided, he said you’d have his full support if you ever needed anyone.

The first major red flag was that John not only insisted that you both fly to California, but that he also completely disregarded your fear of planes. But you brushed all of those concerns aside, telling yourself that he must just be so excited to get to California and start that new chapter of your life together.

Once there, John slowly began to change. Within a month, you barely recognized the man you lived with. He’d talk down to you, insulting you while constantly reminding you that you were absolutely nothing without him. It was only the 2 of you, and you’d better not fuck things up or you’ll have nowhere to go and no one to turn to out there.

Around everyone else, and whenever you were on the phone with friends, he was still the caring man that you first fell for. He put on a good show when others were watching or listening. It was those moments that you clung to. It was why you convinced yourself to stay, because you hoped that he’d turn back into the man you once loved.

Finally, after 6 months in California, and right around your 1 year dating anniversary, you reached your breaking point. After an incident that you now couldn’t even begin to think about, you knew you couldn’t keep living like this. You knew that if you did, you might not be alive much longer.

But what were your options? John was right, out in California you only had him. And though you suspected that your friends never really liked John, you’d done your best to hide his true colors, and you felt scared to tell them everything, including Pietro.

“Fuck,” you wiped away a tear. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been crying.

As if able to sense that you needed someone (because he always seemed to know. You swore it was his superpower), your cell phone rang. You knew without looking that it was Pietro calling to check in. Everyone else mostly communicated through text. Well, Steve was a bit old fashioned and preferred calling over texting too, but he always text you first to make sure you weren’t busy.

“Hi,” you tried your best to put on a happy voice. “How’d the big meeting with Fury go?”

“What’s wrong?”

“— nothing. I just asked how your meeting went.”

Pietro sighed, and you could hear him shutting a door. Glancing at the time, you realized that he’d be at work right now. “Okay, now do you want to tell me the truth this time?”

That once sentence was pretty much all it took for you to finally let your tears fall. “I— I finally did it,” you whispered, laughing a little despite the severity of the situation. “I broke up with John. Or, I tried to anyway.”

“Tried to? Printesa, did he do something??”

You can’t help but smile at the old nickname. What started out as a cruel joke with Pietro calling you printesa (“princess” in Romanian) because you were always used to getting your way as a child, turned into a term of endearment over the years. You bit your lip as you contemplated telling him everything that was really going on. He has always had a temper when it came to anyone messing with you.

Once in high school, a boy lied about a date and said that he'd taken your virginity that night, when in fact all you’d done was kiss once. He showed up at school 2 days later with his arm in a sling, and he'd walked up to you, mumbling an apology before practically running in the opposite direction.

It was no secret who'd done that to him. It was no secret, because Pietro admitted it, saying the guy only got what he deserved.

"N—not physically," you decided you’d tell him that it was a lie much later, once you were back in New York. "I just couldn't take it anymore. He's at work now and I'm trying to pack up my shit but it's hard because I don't even know what to take. I left behind so much in New York and I honestly can't remember what I bought, and what was bought with John's money."

"I'm gonna kill that motherfu—"

"Pietro, no, please. You don't ever need to do something like that for me. I'll be okay, I just... I have to figure out what to do with all of this stuff and then I'll find a way back to New York."

Pietro is suddenly pissed that he flew to Tokyo to take a meeting with Nick Fury. Despite your protests, he says that he’s cancelling the meeting with him tomorrow and coming straight home.

After nearly 5 minutes of convincing, he finally agrees to not cancel anything, but says that as soon as you’re back in New York he’s coming home to see you.

Once you’re sure he isn’t going to drop everything to help you, he quickly runs through the list of your friends, seeing who might be able to come and help you. Nat and Yelena are in Russia visiting their dad, and you have to beg him not to tell them just yet. Wanda and Vision are out of the question because Wanda is nearing her due date, and shouldn’t be by herself for more than a day when the twins could come at any moment.

Peter is an option, but you shut that down. Despite only being a few years younger and now obviously an adult, you still think of the shy awkward teenager that he was when you first met.

There were the other 2 Peter’s in California, who also oddly had the same last name as your Peter. You’d met the second one when out for groceries one day, and so you jokingly referred to him as Peter #2. And one day while John was thankfully out (because he would’ve freaked), the man you dubbed Peter #3 entered your apartment. He was so focused on his book that he entered the wrong apartment. His was next door, and he also often kept his door unlocked.

Despite Peter #3 seeming like the best option, you still said no. You didn’t know him all that well, and couldn’t drag him into your mess when after it was all done, he’d still be living across from John. If Peter helped you and John ever found out, you didn’t even want to think about what he’d do.

“I could call To—”

“No. He wouldn’t want to hear from me anyway. And I’ll be okay, I promise. I already feel so much better after venting and confirming that this is the right decision. I’ll find a way back to New York. Maybe rent an SUV since I don’t have enough stuff to fill a moving truck and—”

“Hey, you know this is a different situation. If he knew— okay, look, do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” you respond without hesitation.

Pietro pauses for a moment before speaking again. “I’ll call you back in a few minutes. I’m going to make some arrangements, and no I won’t tell you what they are just yet. But trust me, this will get you out of there as fast as possible. Okay?”

You close your eyes for a few seconds, “okay”.

After reassuring you that everything will be okay in the end, Pietro hangs up after telling you he’s going to make a phone call, then call you back as soon as everything is set up.

Not wanting to just sit around and wait for his call, you decide to pack the rest of your things. It doesn’t take very long, because you meant it when you said that most of your belongings were probably bought by John, and you really couldn’t remember anyway.

Not wanting to give John another reason to hunt you down when he discovers you’ve really left, in the end, most things are left behind.

2 packed suitcases and a hot shower later, you finally begin to calm down. Most of the fear and nerves are still there, but you feel just a little bit better than you did when John first stormed out.

Realizing your exhaustion is causing your mood to worsen, you decide on a quick nap. But also realizing that Pietro could call you back at any moment, you send a quick text saying you’ll be asleep, but you have your phone on loud under your pillow so he can call you if anything happens.

That quick nap turned out to be longer than planned, because it’s over 2 hours later that you’re woken up to a series of loud, sharp knocks at the door. You instantly grow scared, but calm once you realize it can’t be John, because he’d never knock.

Rubbing your eyes in an attempt to feel more awake, you slowly make your way to the door. You look through the peephole, and your eyes widen in shock. When you open the door, you’re face to face with Tony Stark for the first time in over a year.

He remains silent, simply pulling you in for a hug. That gesture causes you to burst into tears all over again, and this time, not just because of everything happening with John.

Almost exactly a year ago, Steve and Tony had a big falling out, and your whole friend group was unwillingly dragged into it. You and Steve had always been close, so it came as a surprise to no one when you were on his side. But that didn’t stop Tony from lashing out and cutting contact with anyone who was “against him”, as he put it back then.

It only just now dawns on you that he must be Pietro’s plan, and it means the world that he’s there.

You hug him even tighter, trying to force yourself to stop crying. As you stutter your way through an apology, Tony rubs small circles on your back, telling you that you don’t have anything to be sorry for, and that you don’t have to talk about all of that right now.

“Do you — are you living in California now?”

Tony shakes his head, telling you that he’s still mainly in New York. “I’m just here on business. I was already on the jet back to New York when Pietro called, so I had the pilot turn around.”

“Alright motherfuckers, I’m ready to commit a crime and that crime is murder!” Rhodey barges in, looking around as he swings a sword.

“Where did you get that?!” You ask, unable to hide your surprise and confusion, and at the same time Tony asks if Rhodey really grabbed that from the trunk and that’s why he took so long.

When asked if he really had that just laying around in his trunk, Tony shrugs.

“Were you going to stab John with that?” You ask.

He looks down at the sword for a moment, as if genuinely thinking about it. “No. Just off with his head.” He does a slicing motion before gently setting the sword down.

“What, umm — what exactly did Pietro tell you?”

“Not much, understandably. But the gist of it is that John is going to be out of town for a couple of days so,” he glances down at his watch, “we gotta get this show on the road! How much do you have left to pack?”

You could feel the shame coming off of you in waves. “I… that’s everything,” you meekly point to your suitcases.

“Oh, well that’s okay!” Tony quickly recovers, “now we can just get out of here.”

“Umm, can you guys wait just a few minutes? There’s something I need to do first.” Once both men nod, you rush to John’s office, grabbing a small stack of papers, and begin to quickly write. After it’s done, you neatly stack the pages and go to the kitchen, using a magnet to stick them to the fridge. The first thing John always does when he gets home is have a beer, so you know he’ll see the letter right away.

[ the letter :

John,

I’m sorry. I’m too much of a coward to do this goodbye in person. I tried that, and you wouldn’t let me leave. Despite all that has happened, I still do have love for you. You helped me out of my shell, brought me to California and you showed me a love in the beginning that I never thought possible. Even back in New York, some of those moments with you were the happiest of my life. But part of me wishes that we never left New York. Things were perfect there. I fell for you the moment we first met. And for a while, everything was so good. But now you’re someone that I do not recognize. You’re no longer the kind, sweet man I once knew. Now when you look at me, all I feel is your anger. I am genuinely terrified of you. I can’t spend the rest of my life in fear that anything I say could piss you off. When you’re angry, I’m always sure you’re going to hit me again. I can’t keep living like this, looking at the man I was once in love with and then wondering what I did to make you become this monster. I will cherish the good memories we have, and I will always be grateful for them. But this has to be goodbye. I’ve left the phone, laptop, and anything else that you’ve purchased for me. I don’t want or expect anything. I just had to leave. Take care of yourself.

As Tony wheels a suitcase towards the SUV, Rhodey pauses before the 2 of you follow him.

“I know it might be hard to leave behind, but if you think there’s even a chance that he’ll track you, you should leave your phone and any other technology. I think to be safe—” he trails off, seeing that you’re already removing your laptop, phone, and AirPods from your backpack.

“That’s everything.”

Only a few minutes later, you’re all on the way to Tony and Pepper’s home that’s there in California. You want to ask a million questions, but don’t even know where to begin, so you remain silent.

“You okay kid?”

You look up and make eye contact with Tony through the rearview mirror. “I’m just… I can’t believe this is happening. A year ago I would’ve never even thought about leaving John. Then six months ago when we moved and I started to see the sort of person he really is, I still didn’t think I’d ever be able to leave.”

Since being in the back seat, you don’t see Tony’s knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. He has half a mind to go find John right now and make sure that he doesn’t bother you, or anyone else ever again. But right now, he knows the priority is making sure you feel and stay safe, so he silently tells himself that he’ll make sure John is dealt with another time.

You finally allow yourself to feel calm, for the first time in a one time, once Tony uses a remote to open the gate that leads down his driveway. Just knowing John wouldn’t be able to get to you here makes it a little bit better.

Once they’re parked and Tony and Rhodey have exited the vehicle, you follow, and find yourself in awe as you look around the property. The last time you were here, before any arguments happened, Tony had yet to start any sort of transformation, and the place looks entirely different now.

“Now bad huh?” Tony turns to face you and spreads his arms out, as if to say ‘look at all of this’.

“Tony, thank you,” you’re relieved when the tears don’t start again. “I don’t know now how I can ever repay you for—”

Tony shakes his head, saying you don’t need to thank him, and this is the least he can do. “We didn’t speak for about a year because I was so stubborn that I couldn’t see you were only doing what you thought was right. I should’ve never expected anyone to just take sides. Rogers and I talked, and we both had no right to expect that from any of you, and also shouldn’t have gotten upset when people actually listened and did choose sides. You were dragged into our mess, and for that I’m sorry.”

You both end up talking for a while, Tony updating you on everything going on in his life, and you’re immensely grateful for the distraction.

“Now I know you’re worried about getting back to New York. But don’t worry, there’s no flying involved. Since I am my own boss, the two of us are going to take our time driving and by the time we’re back in New York, you’ll have forgotten all about he who I can’t name or I might actually throw up.”

As he opens his mouth to say something else, his phone rings. Despite sending it to voicemail, it immediately begins ringing again. “Sorry, I should probably take this incase it’s an emergency—” Once you reassure him that you’re okay, he steps out to take the call.

You do your best to not eavesdrop, but after a few moments you can’t help but hear Tony arguing with whoever he’s talking to. It’s not loud enough to hear specifics like what’s being said, but it’s clear that he’s upset. Creeping towards the door, you manage to hear “I don’t care. Tell them to move it or just cancel it altogether! I — no, I don’t need to explain why to anyone. I’m busy tomorrow and for the foreseeable future.” There’s a short pause, and then “well then tell him to call me and I can yell at him myself!”

Now you feel even more guilty, knowing Tony is cancelling work all because you’re afraid to get on an airplane.

After wrapping up his call, he enters the house and is immediately met with you asking what he just cancelled. Though he pretends to now know what you’re referring to, it’s clear that you know he’s lying.

“It was nothing important. And nothing that can’t be arranged for later. Even if it can’t, something better will come along eventually.”

“If it’s not important, why can’t you just tell me?”

“I — you remember that prick I told you about, Ransom? He wanted to finally set up a meeting and —”

“Anthony! Edward! Stark!” You smack him after each part of his name. “You have been trying to get an in with the Drysdale Corporation for years. If you don’t call back and tell whoever that was that the plans are back on, I’m getting the information from your dad and going to the meeting myself.”

Tony scoffs, “how could you possibly know that my dad knows?”

“Because even though he retired from Stark Industries, you still fill him in on everything because he appreciates feeling involved. Also we all know Howard love me and he’d totally tell me. So…”

Trying, and failing, to contain his laughter, Tony lets out a sigh, “it’s true. He does, and he would. Fine. I’ll tell you, the meeting is in Boston and I’d have to leave tomorrow. But I don’t —”

“Take the meeting, Tony. I can figure something else out. You are now allowed to hire someone to drive me, by the way. You’re already saving my life right now. I can extend the drive and just take my time doing it all myself. As long as I don’t drive too much in one day, I’ll be fine.”

As you look at him, silently pleading that he’ll say okay and still go so that he isn’t putting his life on hold for you, it’s like you can see a switch go off in his mind. “I gotta make a call. I think I know how to make this alright. Because I don’t know if I’m too comfortable with the idea of you making the drive all by yourself. You trust me?”

“Always,” your reply is almost instant.

“Hey. I can practically see the gears in your brain turning. Don’t let your thoughts go there. I’ve known you a long time, and you can’t blame yourself for this. Absolutely none of what happened to you is your fault. You are a good person, and John Walker is a fucking piece of shit. Speaking of which, I do have a possible solution —”

“No.”

“What! You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“I do, and absolutely not.”

Tony holds his hands up in surrender, “just hear me out okay? I have an acquaintance, a friend if you will, Nick Fowler. He owes me a massive favor and I can cash it in—”

“And have him kill John?”

“Well he has worked for the CIA and he knows how to cover shit up! Just let me talk to him and I swear—”

“Tony I love you, but no. I don’t need that on my conscience. Thank you though, it is nice to know you’d risk prison for me.”

“I am going to make a call though. Don’t worry, not to Nick. But take this,” he opens his wallet and pulls a card out. One side is completely blank. The other simply reads N.F. and there’s a phone number underneath. “If anything ever happens and you need help, you call him and tell him you’re a friend of mine and you’re cashing in my favor. Okay?”

Knowing Tony will only accept once answer, you nod, tucking the card into the back of your phone case. “Okay, I’ll call him if I ever need help.”

Tony heads outside to make his call, and you duck so that he doesn’t realize you’re just on the other side of the door, trying to listen. “I know we haven’t talked in a long time and — wait, fuck. Don’t hang up alright? I — she needs you.” A pause. “Yes, that she.” Another pause. “How soon can you get to California?”

Assuming he’ll be back inside soon, you quickly walk over to the kitchen, sitting down on a stool just as the door opens again.

“Is — is your plan alright?”

“Y—yes! My plan will be here tomorrow afternoon. Tonight though, you obviously can’t go back. We have plenty of guest rooms, and you know Pepper would love to have you stay over. Plus Morgan overheard me telling her that I was going to pick you up and so she freaked out about a possible sleepover. So now you have to stay over, it’s basically illegal not to. Now come on, I’ll show you your room.”

When you reach the room, you nearly burst into tears. Morgan has covered the bed with drawings and what you assume are meant to be letters, but are really just a bunch of scribbled lines.

“Told you she was excited about you coming over. But she might try to drag you to her room later. Now you will also notice the large white bags with the Apple logo on them. I had a hunch you might have to leave your things behind so I made a few purchases.”

As you open the bags and begin pulling all of the different sized boxes out, you look back to Tony in shock. “I can’t possibly accept all of this! Anthony, what the fu—”

“Language! I made a pit stop as soon as I landed back in California. The laptop and phones still need to be set up and charged. But they both came with a 50% battery so it’s at least a little charged, and almost everyone’s phone numbers are in already. I will also not be accepting any further protests about how this is too much. We all joke about how I have a stupid amount of money, more than anyone realistically needs in their lifetime. So let me help you with a little bit of it, please.”

Before you can attempt to protest him spending this much money on you again, Tony says he’s going to make some phone calls about going to Boston, and he’ll let you get some rest.

Wide awake, but knowing your body probably really does need the rest, you lay down while scrolling through your new phone. You smile as you scroll through the contacts. Besides Tony, he also put Howard, Bruce, Steve, Peter, Nat, Yelena, Kate, Rhodey, Thor, Loki, and a handful of others.

You then notice that you already have a ton of unread messages, and for a brief moment, there’s panic that John somehow found out you’re gone and he found your new number and he’s attempting to contact you already. But then you see the messages, and immediately feel better.

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peter 🕷

tony gave me your new number, just wanted to reach out and say i love and miss you ☺️ i'm taking you out for lunch when you're back in new york! this is peter btw.

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steve 🇺🇸

hey 👋🏻 i'm glad you're safe now. i'm always here if you ever need anything, no matter what time it is. i love you and miss you!

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wanda 🪄

hi my love ♥️ call me whenever you get the chance, and if you need me i'm always here. i love you.

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rhodey 🤖

we'll have already seen each other but let me know if you want me to kill john. swear to god i won't tell tony.

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clint 🏹

hey kiddo 😁 if you ever need to get away, you're always welcome to come stay with us. the kids miss you (okay i admit, i do too). we love you, and can't wait to see you again!

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unknown number

did you pick up the pizza?

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unknown number

i just realized this is not in fact my grand son. well anyway hi stranger, i'm stan

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yelena 🔪

hiiiiii! tony says you'll be back in new york soon and that you'll be getting a new apartment! let me know when, i'm taking you shopping. do NOT let kate take you. you know she only has one fork in her entire apartment??? that is not cutlery. anyway, Я тебя люблю!

                [ Я тебя люблю! = I love you! ]

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kate 💜

idk what yelena text you, but she just called me and was laughing like a crazy person so don't listen to her. i miss you and am so excited to see you! let me know if you ever need anything okay?

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loki 🐍

hi love, let me know when you're back and we'll do dinner 🍝🍕🥂 and also let me know if you want me to kill walker. i love you and will see you soon! serious offer by the way. i won’t ask any questions.

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thor ⚡️

hey you! it's thor. call me whenever you're free! okay siri, end text. siri, send text.

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After responding to everyone, you feel your eyelids grow heavy, so you decide that you will actually take a nap.

One hour later though, you’re woken up after having a nightmare. And it’s not long before your anxiety creeps back in. Stress, worry, genuine fear that John will find you, and who knows what he’d do.

“YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HEREEEE!” Morgan bursts into the room, immediately jumping on the bed and tackling you in the biggest hug.

Luckily for you, Morgan provides some much needed distractions for the entire day. Tea party, dress up, a second tea party, putting on concerts to her favorite songs, you don’t have time to think of John even once.

That night when Morgan and Pepper have gone to bed (Tony’s still awake, you can hear him tinkering in his lab, but you don’t feel quite ready to talk about… things, yet), you lay awake. And you begin to think of everything that could go wrong. Maybe leaving John is a mistake. He’s still out of town, so if you went back right now then he’d never know you attempted to leave in the first place.

Finally at an unknown time, you manage to fall asleep. But once you open your eyes again, the thoughts come back quickly. You can’t stay on those bad thoughts for long though, because Morgan once again runs into the room and jumps on the bed. Pepper follows closely behind, apologizing and saying she tried to tell Morgan to wait until you’d come out of the room.

Glancing at the clock, you see that it’s already 7:30am. You’ve been wallowing in your own thoughts for nearly an hour.

“You wanna help me pick out something to wear?” You ask Morgan, who claps and turns giddy with joy. After throwing out nearly ever piece of clothing in one of the suitcases, Morgan decides on one of the first outfits she pulled out.

You quickly go into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth, and come back into the room just as Tony gets there. Pepper ushers Morgan out, promising Morgan that she’ll be able to play again as soon as you’re done talking.

Once they’re both down the hall, Tony informs you that his backup plan will arrive at 1pm today.

“Why can’t I know who it is again? I mean it has to be someone I already know because you wouldn’t ask just anyone to make the drive with me. And someone I don’t know probably wouldn’t want to do it anyway.”

“What can I say?” he shrugs, “I love a good surprise.”

Around 9am, after everyone has had breakfast, Tony helps you bring your suitcases out of your room and back by the front door. He reassures you that there’s no rush to leave, but he figures you’d want to get the hell out of California as soon as possible. And he’s right.

After that, you spend the next few hours watching movies in the living room with Morgan, while Pepper hops on back to back conference calls, and Tony takes work calls and prepares to leave to Boston not long after you and your mystery road trip partner hit the road.

At exactly 12:45pm, the doorbell rings. You immediately tense up as you watch Tony walk towards the door, wondering who the hell he asked to make the trip with you.

It definitely isn’t Peter or Bruce, because they’ve got big mouths and definitely would’ve accidentally told you by now. That, and Peter would’ve asked about a roadtrip playlist or something, this spoiling the surprise unintentionally. And it’s not Yelena or Nat because they’re in Russia. You don’t think it’s anyone else that text you either, just based on what they said. So who —

“Hey kiddo come meet your road trip buddy!”

When you make your way to the front door, you’re stunned into silence. You had your ideas of who it definitely wasn’t, but nothing could’ve prepared you for who Tony actually chose.

The man who broke your heart.

“ — Bucky?”

“Hey doll, been a while.”

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Unwanted: Chapter 13, Uncomfortable - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, manipulation, broken promises, final straws.

Word Count: 407

Previously On...: Sam reveals his suspicious that Rhodey's injury might not have been the result of bad intel; Bucky promises to take you Upstate to make up for the celebratory dinner that you feel Carthage ruined. But what are his promises really worth anymore.

A/N: I am sorry for this entire chapter.

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Unfortunately, the weekend away didn’t materialize. Bucky got a call in the early hours of the morning— Jade was in the med bay with a panic attack and was asking for him. 

“Bucky,” you begged, literally begged. “Please, don’t go.”

He sighed as he pulled on a pair of sweats. “I’ve got to, baby. She’s got no one else, and she feels like the whole Tower’s against her right now.” Well, that was because the whole Tower was against her, and if Sam was correct in his theory, rightly so. What did he expect?

“If you go,” you said, sitting up and holding the sheets to your bare chest, “I bet you every dollar in my swear jar that she’s just fine when you get there, but the second you try to leave, the ‘panic attack’ will start right up again.” Bucky frowned at you as he pulled a tee shirt over his head.

“Pocket,” he began, but you started talking over him.

“We’re supposed to leave in a few hours. I’m telling you right now that she’s going to suck up your entire day, and this make up celebration you promised me, to make up for her ruining my celebration dinner, mind you, isn’t going to happen.”

“I just can’t, in good conscience, leave her to suffer by herself, Pocket,” he said, and you could see the struggle on his face, hear the conflict in his voice. “You asked me to think of Steve in situations like this, and I’d want you to be there for him if he really needed you.”

“But she doesn’t need you, Bucky,” you said, voice now raised. “It’s a manipulation tactic, and you’re falling for it!”

“Forgive me for wanting to believe people are better than that.” Bucky reached the door, twisting the handle open. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and we’ll head Upstate. I promise.”

“Every time you walk out that door for her,” you said, your voice sad, “you’re increasing the chances that one day, it’ll be locked to you when you come back.”

“Are you… threatening to break up with me for offering support to a friend?” he asked warily.

“No, Bucky,” you said as you rolled over, turning away from him. “I’m warning you of what’s going to happen if you keep putting her first.”

You heard him sigh, and the door closed. You didn’t need to turn around to know that he’d left.

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getting caught making out || avengers + loki

warnings: fem!reader, cursing, suggestive/spicy but never any actual smut, not really proofread

synopsis: making out with the avengers (separate) and getting caught, how they would react.

pairings: avengers (separate) x AFAB!reader

a/n: it's not just the og six by the way, gotta little carried away, also let's pretend there was a point peter lived with the rest of the avengers.

NATASHA ROMANOFF | n.r.

it was risky, up against the wall in one of the many training rooms. Natasha had been sparring with you, teaching each other tricks also. one thing led to another and nat was pushed up against you, hands roaming your body.

she knows very well how to control herself, but when it came to you she struggled. the frustration with it also didn't help any bit.

you felt her knee between your legs and her hand beside your head, it all made your brain go straight to mush. you didn't care about being caught or the consequences. all you cared about was making out with your girlfriend.

her other hand suddenly comes up to grip at your waist and push your hips even closer to hers even though it felt impossible.

the door of the training room creaks open to reveal an unamused Steve.

he apologizes profusely but scolds you guys for it being the 3rd time this week.

nat just smirks, still holding you in her arms.

"hey, we actually finished training this time. only thing wrong with this is-... well nothing." she laughs and Steve has nothing to say

he grabs his gym bag and walks off, annoyed as if he just found his kid doing something wrong.

when he finally left Natasha turned to you.

"now where were we?"

BUCKY BARNES | b.b.

unlike usual, you guys found a private spot to make out, figuring you learned your lesson on oblivious people catching you. the spot being his room in the tower, just a couple doors down from yours, peter's and wanda's.

you were on straddling him while he rested against the headboard, he couldn't get enough. especially after not seeing you for two days while you were out with tony, bruce and rhodey to some government complaint he could care less about.

he was pretty sure he heard something about the suits and concerning things made in the lab by you and Bruce. obviously they wanted to know about it because they wanted to be greedy and take from it.

they weren't successful at all, and you guys decided to celebrate.

it was already cold in the tower but there was a noticeable change in the temperature when bucky was close, human heater was one of his many nicknames.

but there was just something about the contrast of his body and his cold arm gripping at your hips.

"missed you so much..." he mumbles into your lips.

before you could respond there's a short knock on the door before it cracks open.

both of your heads whip to the side to see who's interrupted, peter standing in the doorway.

"oh- uh sorry Mrs. y/l/n and Mr bucky" he stutters out nervously before slamming the door shut, pattering footsteps heard running down the hall.

you burst into a fit of laughter and slump against bucky, your head falling to the crook of his neck.

"not one bit of privacy..." he complains, throwing his arms over your body and flipping you over.

"anyways..." he smirks.

TONY STARK | t.s.

even though you were cautious of it, he could care less. pushing you up against a counter in the lab. it was late, and Bruce was said to have gone to bed and continue in the morning, tony took it as a chance after not getting any good alone time with you in centuries it felt like.

"tony-... tony this is risky. what if Bruce comes back?"

he grumbles while he kisses down your neck, hand at either sides of your hips securing you against the counter.

"he won't, babe... plus the doors are locked."

you roll your eyes as if there weren't glass walls everywhere.

even though you were so against it, you couldn't help but fold at the way he kissed you so passionately.

you hear a sigh behind you and Tony look up.

"had to get my phone." you hear Bruce mumble awkwardly before walking away.

you hide your face in embarrassment and tony laughs.

"guess I should listen to you more often, huh?"

BRUCE BANNER | b.b.

it was a rare occurrence, but bruce was stressed beyond belief so you wanted to help him unwind.

you both lay in bed at the compound, lights off and a dimly lit tv playing a movie you both agreed on.

except it doesn't matter what the movie was, because you certainly weren't paying attention at all.

another thing you weren't paying attention to was the door opening and an unamused bucky in the doorway.

"hey lovebirds, tony told me to tell you guys that we've got a mission in two days and take the time to relax... have fun." he smirks and walks out.

you turn to Bruce and see him turned crimson with his face in his hands.

"well at least we have time to relax." you shrug.

"that doesn't change the fact of how embarrassing that is..." Bruce mutters. "I'm seen to be the professional one 24/7."

"not anymore!" you laugh and he couldn't help but smile.

STEVE ROGERS | s.r.

it was obvious eventually you two would be caught considering you were pushed into a small closet for 7 minutes in heaven.

you had to convince him to relax a little, and when he did... oh boy.

there wasn't much in the closet, a couple random jackets, supposedly Tony's because he apparently 'doesn't have enough room in his closet'... his closet is as big as your bedroom. you laugh at the thought, though.

"can't believe you convinced me into this..." he mutters between kisses, hands cupping your cheeks.

"guess I'm just that convincing..." you smile into his lips.

you feel the distance close between your hips at his attempt for friction, and his other hand pulling you against him even harder.

the closet door flies open and tony smirks at the sight, Steve's hair messed up and you pushed against the wall.

"not so innocent, huh Rogers?" he jokes, walking away for the next round.

"were continuing this later..." he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.

LOKI LAUFEYSON | l.l.

he wasn't ashamed for anyone to see, nor did he care. you were in a dressing room while shopping at the mall and he couldn't help but kiss your perfect face.

"you're so gorgeous, darling." he smiles at you, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips.

you loved how he always showed you affection, but he really went over the top at inconvenient times.

you turned to the mirror to observe the outfit you had picked and you loved it... so did loki.

you saw him lean down in the mirror to kiss your head, then down to your neck, right at your sweet spot.

" 'mon loki... we're in public."

he presses against you, feeling him smirk into your neck.

"were secluded in public, actually. darling you have nothing to worry about-"

knocks a heard from the locked door.

"um- could you guys please hurry up? every room is taken." a worker calls.

"I stand corrected." he laughs.

PETER PARKER | p.p.

aunt may had been out for the day running errands and peter called you over to watch a movie and hangout.

you both were laying on the couch, him on top of you, his head near your collarbone comfortably, a blanket messily dropped over the two of you.

he leaned in to kiss you, but came back for more and it led to him pressed against you and kissing your neck.

"you're so pretty..." he compliments and you pull him up to kiss you, feeling him bite on your bottom lip for access.

you kiss down to his neck, his bodyweight falling limp between your legs from the pleasure.

you hear a knock on the door and ned practically screaming to let him in.

he groans and gets up fully off you.

"why does this always happen..." he complains, kissing you once more on the temple before going to answer the door.

THOR ODINSON | t.o.

it was your birthday on asgard and thor obviously had to tell the entire civilization and invite everyone to your palace.

you found yourself being held by him, kissing passionately in the empty guest room.

you two were supposed to be greeting the guests and thanking them for coming but instead he wanted to truly show you how much he loves you.

"I am so grateful you are my queen, y/n." he praises.

his large hands find the sides of your neck and face to somehow pull you closer.

"thor we should really be out saying hello to everyone..." you insist.

"m'lady, I think everyone is too drunk to notice." he smiles, his accent soothing you. "and it is our kingdom after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

you feel the door move the air around you and loki complaining.

"could you guys come downstairs, please. when you aren't around, guess who's put in charge?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "can I just tell them all to leave, lady y/n?"

"sure, loki go ahead."

"thank you."

he sighs in relief and closes the door.

thor pauses for a moment before bringing you back to kiss him, his hand at your throat.

CLINT BARTON | c.b.

he has you pressed against the door just in case anyone had tried to walk in; his hand moving from your waist to lock the door, lips never leaving yours.

there was no plan to it, the moment you walked in his room he couldn't keep his hands off you.

with wanda just had moved in, it had been very... hectic.

everyone was ecstatic and welcoming, trying to help left and right. it left no room except for at night for just the two of you.

he took the little time to his advantage, even if there would be interruptions, he didn't care and neither did you. everyone around the compound is aware of your relationship and has definitely seen pda before, so what's it if someone walks in?

a sound of yelling and laughing was heard getting progressively closer to the end of the hallway, where Clint's room was.

"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" you heard someone scream, getting closer.

clint rolls his eyes and pulls you away from the door, a hand pulling you against him and the other opening the door.

in flies peter and Wanda, roughly shutting and locking the door behind them laughing uncontrollably.

"what did you guys do?" you quirk a brow at them.

they both look at you like kids in trouble, ignoring the pounding in the door.

"well..." Wanda starts.

"just cut to it." clint rolls his eyes.

"mr.stark, bruce and I were in the lab giving Wanda a tour and we might've knocked over a special beaker thingy..." he mumbles. "we didn't mean to! we swear..."

the pounding in the door never stops, annoying both you and Clint.

"CUT IT OUT ASSWIPES, THAT'S ANNOYING AS HELL!" you angrily yell at the door, halting the pounding.

"...sorry..." you hear Bruce mumble even though it definitely wasn't him doing it.

your demeanor suddenly changes as you talk to Wanda and peter, concerning the three of them.

"anyways, just go say sorry. if they give you anymore shit just come get me." you wink.

"and me." clint adds.

they thank you guys profoundly before walking out to go sulk to tony and Bruce.

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 2

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: The compound has been built, and training has begun. With the two of you living together now stolen moments are bound to happen.

Word count: 2.7K

Warnings: legal age gap r is 19 and w is 25, talks of depression, bit of angst, bit of fluff, talk of vo*it (once towards the end)

A/N: The moment between R and W is taken from the moment in WandaVision where they go through Wanda's memories so R is taking the place of Vision and says his lines in that moment.

June 21st 2015

The new Compound was finally built and all of the Avengers moved there to live and to train. You got a new office looking similar to your old one and before you could start moving your things in it was time to start training the new recruits.

Captain America and Black Widow prepare to train the new roster of Avengers, consisting of Falcon, Wanda, War Machine, and Vision.

You stand just off to the side of Cap and Tasha. "You ready to finally show off your powers?" Cap asks you as you smirk, cracking your neck to either side. 

"Oh Cap, you know I was born ready.” you tell him as your eyes glow purple. 

"Alright, line up!" You call out. The new recruits line up. "I have a simple task for you four, move me from this spot." You tell them and you hear Sam chuckle. 

"You deal with our emotions, how hard could it be to move you?" He asks. 

"Thank you for volunteering to be my first victim Sam!" You smile. "Please front and center. The other watch as Sam tries to move you in any way, but can't. Even using his wings he can't. Then Rhodey tries and still nothing, Vision attempts and you don't budge. You look at Wanda. "Well?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow up at her. She has this soft look in her eyes almost like a baby deer.

"I don't want to hurt you." Wanda says her being the only magic user besides you currently on the team. 

"Oh sweetie. You could never hurt me. Go on, hit me with your best shot." You tell her, her eyes and hands glow red as she unleashes attacks on you as you swipe your hand up, a purple force field looking much like Wanda's own magic comes to protect you. They all look at you in shock. 

"Oh did we forget to mention something?" You hear Natasha's condescending tone ring out behind you making you chuckle, catching the attention of the newest members. 

"I think we did Tasha." You say pulling the collar of your shirt down, showing off the glowing purple stone in your chest, looking similar to the mind stone in Vision's head. "I have the power stone in my chest. Really I'm the best of both worlds. Brains and brawns. The stone gives me psychic energy manipulation, force field generation, disintegration of objects I touch, energy absorption, magic empowerment, and of course superhuman strength and durability.

The new Avengers stood in awe as you revealed the Power Stone embedded in your chest, their expressions a mix of shock and admiration. You could feel the weight of their gaze on you, but you stood tall, unyielding, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Wow," Sam exclaimed, breaking the silence. "That's... impressive."

You chuckled, feeling a surge of pride at their reaction. "Thank you, Sam. But let's not get too distracted. We have work to do."

With that, you motioned for them to regroup, eager to put their newfound knowledge to the test. "Alright, let's try this again," you announced, positioning yourself in the center of the training area. "This time, I want you to work together to try and move me."

The recruits exchanged glances before nodding in determination. Sam and Rhodey took to the skies, while Vision and Wanda focused their powers, creating a coordinated assault.

As they unleashed their combined efforts, you could feel the energy swirling around you, pushing against the force field generated by the Power Stone. But despite their best efforts, you remained rooted to the spot, a testament to the strength of the stone's power.

"Keep going!" You encouraged them, a grin spreading across your face as you felt the thrill of the challenge. "You're doing great!"

For several minutes, they continued their assault, each attack more powerful than the last. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't overcome the barrier protecting you.

Finally, with a triumphant shout, they ceased their assault, panting and exhausted but exhilarated by the challenge. "I... I can't believe it," Sam gasped, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Believe it," you replied, your voice tinged with pride. "With teamwork and determination, there's nothing we can't overcome. You guys are new to being a team. I'm sure you'll be able to take me on properly soon."

As the others caught their breath, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the future. With this new team of Avengers and the power of the Stone at your disposal, there was no telling what this new team could accomplish together. And as you looked around at your teammates, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them head-on, united as one.

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The Next Day June 22nd 2015

It's late evening after you had roused yourself to get a snack you notice Wanda's door cracked slightly as you forgo getting a snack and decide to knock on her door. "Open." She says similar to you when the two of you first met. You open the door fully and smile at her, but she doesn't have a smile to give you back. 

She has Malcom in the Middle playing as she is sat on her bed, a grey tank top, mostly covered by a black sweater hanging off her shoulder and tight black leggings. She's sitting with her legs crossed, a pillow in her lap that's she's leaning on. "If now isn't a good time I can..." you trail off. She pats the bed next to her, still no smile, but you can read her well enough that she wants company, she just doesn't always know how to ask for it. 

She looks away, pulling her sleeves over her hands and even though they're covered she still keeps tugging at them with anxiety. You sit next to her mimicking her posture as you grab one of her pillows from behind us and crossing your legs. She finally attempts a smile at you for half a second once you've settled. Then turns her attention back to the TV where Hal gets hurt and you chuckle. 

"I only watched Malcom in the Middle when it was on TV, but I tended to find Full House, Fresh Prince, and The Nanny playing when I'd go looking for late night TV." You tell her. 

"You like sitcoms?" She asks and you look at her with a warm smile. 

"Yeah I do. Never got the chance to tell you though." A smile creeps onto her lips without her knowledge. You unconsciously lick your lips as you stare at hers. She always somehow managed to look perfect and maybe it's the repressed emo girl that you used to be, but her in all black, and her black nail polish she just so happened to be your type. 

"Y/N?" You're pulled back to reality by her voice.

"Hmm?" You ask. 

"I asked what's your favorite sitcom?" She repeats and you think a moment, you end up letting yourself fall back against her bed, staring at her ceiling.

"That's honestly hard for me to answer. I'm not good with picking favorites." You look over at her. "I always feel bad when I pick a favorite anything as if the others aren't good enough or something." You confess to Wanda. 

"What about like top 3 or top 5?"

"Hmmm…” You think for a few moments, going through the list of sitcoms you've grown up with, contemplating about each for no more than a moment. “Full House, That 70s Show, Seinfeld, Friends, Golden Girls, and The Office is probably my newest obsession." She smiles before letting a laugh pass her lips. You smile, biting your bottom lip as you do so because she's just so, "Beautiful." I end up saying out loud. She stops and you can see her face redden. You scramble up off her bed. "Shit sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I'm sorry I'll leave!" You ramble and as you turn to run you feel her grip on your wrist. You look back at her, eyes glowing. 

"If we're being honest with each other Doctor I'd like to let you know I think you're quiet beautiful yourself." She admits to you and something about her calling you doctor sends your brain into a frenzy and you can tell she's hearing every thought going through your head and you can't find yourself to even be mad about it right now as you step back to her, grabbing her face and kissing her.

The moment your lips met, it was as if time stood still. All the worries, the doubts, the fears melted away, leaving only the warmth of her touch and the sweet taste of her lips against yours. In that fleeting moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, lost in the intensity of the connection we shared.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of emotions coursing through you, a mixture of desire, longing, and something deeper, something you couldn't quite put into words. It was as if your souls were reaching out to each other, seeking solace and understanding in the midst of chaos.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you found yourself gazing into Wanda's eyes, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation. But all you saw was warmth and affection, mirrored in her gaze.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't have—"

But before you could finish your sentence, Wanda silenced you with a gentle touch of her finger against your lips. "Don't apologize," she said softly, her eyes sparkling with emotion. "That was... unexpected, but not unwelcome."

You felt a rush of relief flood through you at her words, a weight lifted from your shoulders. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for something more between the two of you.

As we sat there in silence, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room, you realized that this was just the beginning of your journey together. There would be challenges ahead, obstacles to overcome, but as long as you faced them together, you knew the two of you could conquer anything.

With a smile, you reached out and took Wanda's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as if to seal the unspoken promise between the two of you. As the two of you sat there, bathed in the soft light of the TV, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, side by side, as partners, as friends, and perhaps, if we were lucky, as something more.

Wanda pulls you onto her lap after moving the pillow away. She pulls you into a tight hug and whispers, "I've been so tired recently. It's just...it's like this wave washing over me again and again. It knocks me down and when I try to stand up it just comes for me again and I can't-" you hear her voice cracking, her emotion shifting along with her aura as you rub her back. "It's just going to drown me." She confesses.

"No...no it's not..." you tell her.

"Yeah..." She lets out a dry chuckle and you pull back, letting your hands find her cheeks again. You stare into those deep green eyes full of sorrow and hope there comes a point where you can see them full of joy. You’ve only gotten small glimpses of happiness from Wanda and all you wanted was for those glimpses to last longer until there was no sorrow left. 

"No it won't, I won't let it. Not now. Not ever. Do you hear me Wanda?" You're searching her tear filled eyes to see if on any level she believes you because you could only hope that your words offered some solace to her feelings. All you wanted to do was take some of it away, even just a little so she wasn’t drowning anymore.

"How do you know?" Her voice is cracking and soft, it breaks you to hear her like this.

"Well it can't all be sorrow, can it?" She's searching your Y/E/C eyes now, your thoughts even. "Tell me. What is grief if not love persevering?" You ask, a small tilt to your head. Her dam finally breaks as she cries and you shush her, helping her through it. "I've got you Wanda. Always. I'll hold you above the waves. I'd let myself drown before I let it take you." You tell her softly. “I can help take some of it away, would you like that?” You ask her, her tear filled eyes looking up at you and nods ever so slightly, but still asks,

“Will it hurt?” Her voice cracks as you rub her cheeks with your thumbs, wiping the tears away.

“No darling it won’t it’ll make you feel lighter. I don’t do it often. Bad emotions are disgusting. I have to take them out of you and eat them which I’m sure sounds weird and I guess in a way it is, but for you I’ll do it.” She nods once again, clinging to you as you move your hand to her back, rubbing a gentle circle. You can feel the physical manifestation of the emotions pulling them apart from one another, only taking out the pain and grief, not all just enough. 

A black oobleck is pulled out threatening to slip through your fingers as Wanda pulls back to look. You use both your hands to keep it contained as you bring it to your mouth. You open your mouth as wide as you can, tongue sticking out as you let the gooey orb fall into your mouth and swallow. Your face contorts and a shiver goes through your body like when you take medicine you can’t stand. It tastes like vomit in the worst way possible and the main reason you tended not to do this. 

You feel Wanda cup your cheeks and murmur, “You’re okay.” and “Thank you.” As much as you hated it, you knew you’d do it as much as she needed. You lean in, placing your forehead against her own, nuzzling your faces together as you feel your cheeks dampen from her tears. 

“No more tears darling.” You whisper, feeling her smile against you. 

The two of you eventually make it up her bed, laying against her pillows, small soft kisses are peppered in between things. There are no more tears from Wanda through the night as the show continues playing as she falls asleep on your chest. 

As Wanda rested against you, her breathing steady and her grip on you relaxed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. Despite the turmoil and uncertainty that surrounded you two, in this moment, all that mattered was the warmth of her body pressed against yours, the rhythm of her breaths lulling you into a state of calm.

You gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at the serenity that seemed to radiate from her even in sleep. She had been through so much, faced unimaginable challenges and losses, yet here she was, still fighting, still clinging to hope.

And in that moment, you made a silent vow to yourself, to always be there for her, to be her anchor in the storm, to hold her above the waves no matter how fierce they may rage. Because Wanda was more than just a teammate or a friend—she was someone you cared deeply for, someone you would do anything to protect.

As the soft glow of the TV bathed the room in a gentle light, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, knowing that no matter what tomorrow may bring, the two of you would face it together, united in our strength and our love. And as you held Wanda in your arms, you knew that as long as the two of you had each other, you could weather any storm that came your way.

#ley speaks #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #ley writes #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x you #wanda maximoff angst

[arlana-likes-to-write]

hello I loved your avengers letters so I’ve got an angsty request

avengers x dead!reader where it’s the morning after a mission where fem!reader died back at the compound and it’s just all of the avengers grieving maybe Yelena x reader too? But I’m fine with whatever

See You Again

Warning: mention of death, mention of injury, lots of grief, angst, thoughts of suicide, lots of guilt, drinking, self-sacrifice, character death, questionable happy ending?

Note: Thank you for the request. I wrote this faster than I thought I was going to but I loved the idea. Hope you enjoyed it.

Relationships: Avengers x reader (platonic), Yelena x reader

'An easy mission.’

‘A quick in and out.’

‘The base has been abandoned for months, years maybe.’ That was said during the debriefing about this mission. So Yelena believed it because they were the Avengers and their intel was never wrong. But they were wrong. The HYDRA base was active and the small team that consisted of you, Bruce, Vision, and Steve were overpowered. You were injured and Bruce provided medical assistance that kept you alive until they got back to the compound. But it was too late, your body was weak and you lost too much blood. The medical team did all they could but it wasn’t enough.

So Yelena sat by your side, staring at your still form, and watched the gauze that covered your chest turn red from your blood. The heart monitors stopped beating long ago and the blonde heard footsteps walk in. It was her sister. “Lena,” Natasha whispered, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “We should go so they can clean her up.”

“She’s just sleeping,” Yelena told herself. It was a horrible lie but maybe just maybe if she kept repeating it she’d believe it and it would be true. “Right, dorogoy (sweetheart)?” She whispered and stood up to cup your cheeks in her hands. Your skin was so cold. “She’s going to wake up,” your face began to blur as tears formed in her eyes. “Natasha, why isn’t she waking up?” It didn’t take much for Natasha to pull Yelena off your still form and into her arms, trying to shield her from the pain. Yelena sobbed into her sister’s shirt and let out a heartbreaking cry.

*

Wanda flinched when the sound of Yelena’s cries echoed inside her head. “What is it darling?” Vision asked, placing a hand on top of hers that was holding a mug. Another cry and Wanda dropped the mug in Vision’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” but she looked up into his eyes and saw sadness, it was rare that the android exhibited such raw emotion. “It’s Yelena,” she whispered but it was loud enough for the other Avengers to hear it. Steve got up suddenly and headed towards the gym. “She’s not doing well,” None of them were. The news of your death rocked the compound. You were a bright light that everyone gravitated towards. There wasn’t a time when your smile or laugh wouldn’t make them feel better. With you gone, the compound was mission some warmth. Maria sighed, grabbing a few bottles of liquor from the bar.

“Is Natasha with her?” Wanda nodded. The agent poured herself a drink. “Anyone wants some?” Tony and Rhodey raised their hands. “We’ll have to have a press conference tomorrow to announce it,” Maria said, bringing the full glasses to them. “The public loved her.”

“Shouldn’t we give it some time so we can grieve her?” Wanda asked. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours.” Maria closed her eyes and Wanda watched her clench her jaw.

“I’m not asking you all to be there, I’ll do it but I rather the news breaks with us instead of someone else.” Tony scuffed. “Do you have a problem, Stark?”

“You’re making her death sound artificial like you’re using her to gain public attention,” the billionaire said.

“So are you saying you rather have HYDRA or one of the many politicians that want to dismantle the Avengers to talk about her death?” Maria asked. “So they can list every crime she’s committed and make her look like the villain.” Wanda sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples as the two went back and forth, bringing Sam and Rhodey into the argument. This was not helping. This was not what you would want.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled, her eyes glowed red. “We are all grieving and upset but she wouldn’t want us to be at each other’s throats. So everyone go calm down.” The other Avengers left and it was just her and Vision. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Are you alright?” Vision asked. “I know you were close with her.” Wanda saw you as a younger sister even though you were the same age. Through all the darkness the world subjected you to, you remained a bright star. You found joy in the simplest things - a thunderstorm, finding a penny on the ground, and even when Tony and Steve bickered with one another. You helped her overcome her grief.

“Just sad,” she desperately wanted to curl into a ball and cry but she was holding it together. “How are you? It must have been hard to be there.” He frowned.

“I don’t know how to feel,” he admitted. “But I wish I could have done more to save her. Part of me wishes it was me and not her.” Wanda sighed, placing her hand on top of his.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she squeezed his hand. “You did everything you could.” He nodded.

“Does it ever go away? This feeling?” Wanda gave him a gentle smile.

“Grief,” she said. “It comes and goes in waves. Some days are better than others.”

“I’ve never experienced loss because I’ve never had a loved one to lose,” he explained. “But what is grief if not love preserving?”

*

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, man,” Sam said to the super soldier. He gave Steve time when he left the common floor and headed off towards the gym but he was gone for far too long, the pile of sandbags against the wall was a clear sign of the man’s growing guilt.

“She was just a kid,” Steve grunted and another sandbag flew off the hook.

“She knew the risk.”

“So that makes it okay?” Steve questioned, turning to face him. Sam was the fire in his eyes and he held up his hands.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he said. “But we all know the risk when we go out there and she knew it better than anyone.” The team saved you from HYDRA, similar to the Maximoff twins they experimented on you to give you powers and use them to further their agenda. They gave you the ability to manipulate Earth, you were given the nickname the Avatar. But even with all the power you were granted, you were gone. “Talk to me man,” the blonde sighed and fell to the floor.

“I don’t understand how this happened,” he whispered. “Our intel is always good. How did we miss this?” Sam sighed and sat down next to him.

“Sometimes we get it wrong. We aren’t perfect and she knew that.”

“She trusted me to bring her home.”

“And she is home,” Sam whispered, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You brought her back to her family where she was loved and safe,” Sam was trying so hard to mask how much this was affecting him. Part of him was thankful he wasn’t assigned to this mission because Helen hadn’t cleared him. Seeing you would have broken him. But what if he was there? Could he have helped save you? “We can’t save everyone even when they are on our side.” Steve bit onto his hand to keep the sound of his tears at bay but his body shook.

“She was just a kid,” Steve repeated. Sam closed his eyes, feeling the burn of tears as the normal put-together captain was crumbling.

“Yeah,” he said. “She was but she was so loved.”

*

“Hey Big Green,” Tony said walking into the lab. Bruce was sitting on the small couch, still wearing the clothes from the mission. It was odd seeing the couch so empty. The billionaire would walk into his lap late at night, ready to spend the night alone but you would be there. A book in one hand and twirling some rocks in the air in the other. Sometimes Bruce would be sitting with you, your legs over his lap. You told him you found the lab calming. He almost laughed at you, no one found this place calming.

Tony frowned when Bruce didn’t respond, to loss in his thoughts as he stared at his hands. They were still tainted red with your blood. “Come on,” Tony said, sitting down next to him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“There was so much blood,” he mumbled. Tony wasn’t sure if Bruce registered that he was there. “I tried to save her but she lost too much blood. I-” he finally looked at Tony, his eyes glossy with tears. “I’m so sorry but I tried to save her. You believe me, right?” His confession broke the walls Tony was desperately trying to hold up. The billionaire put his hand behind Bruce’s neck and squeezed it.

“I believe you,” Tony whispered. “I do.” It wasn’t enough to pull the doctor out of whatever thoughts his mind was creating. He kept mumbling, words Tony couldn’t understand and his breathing became erratic. “Bruce, I need you to breathe for me.” The last thing they needed was for him to Hulk out but he wasn’t listening. So he pulled his friend against his chest. “Copy me, okay? I need you to think of nothing except slowing down your breathing.”

It wasn’t the first time he’s had to help someone off the edge of a panic attack. You were prone to them and he got them as well. God, how the hell was the team going to recover from this? Every bruise and injury he endured never hurt this much. “Sorry,” Bruce finally said. He sounded more like himself. He used his forearm to wipe his forehead. “That was-”

“It’s okay,” Tony said. “These things happen. Today has been a lot.” The doctor nodded and the lab was quiet. Tony hated it when it was quiet, it made him uneasy. So you always found a way to fill it. Sighing, Bruce stood up and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Tony followed him. “You know it’s not your fault. None of us blame you,” the water turned a slight pink. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do and kept her alive until you got back here.” Bruce sighed, drying off his hands.

“All I do is destroy and hurt,” he said, throwing the paper towel away. “What is the point of me being on the team if I can’t do one positive thing?”

“Bruce-”

“Just drop it, Tony. There are projects we should be focusing on,” he watched his friend walk over the to workbench. The billionaire sighed, glancing at the empty couch. He wished you were here. You were so much better at comforting others than him but you were gone.

*

“How much have you had of that?” Rhodey asked as he opened the door to the porch Maria was sitting on. An empty bottle of whiskey next to the intel they received about this mission.

“It was half empty when I started it,” she said going over the files again. What the hell did she miss? It was her job to make sure they had all the information the team needed to ensure a safe return.

“Hill,” Rhodey said, sitting in the empty chair next to her. “This wasn’t your fault. These things happen.” Maria shook her head.

“Not to me it doesn’t,” she said. “The team counts on me to keep all of you safe and I fucked up. I messed up and because of that we have to plan a funeral,” Maria clenched her jaw, forcing the tears away. She had no time to cry, to mourn, to feel anything when the people that were responsible for your death were still out there.

Maria found you so annoying when you first joined the team. It was like you didn’t come with an off switch. You had so much energy but soon Maria grew to enjoy it. She had to thank you for getting her and Natasha together. “It’s not all of you,” Rhodey said. She forgot he was there, she was so lost in her thoughts. “We all looked at the same information and saw nothing,” he was right but Maria couldn’t listen to reason. With a sigh, he stood up. “Come get me if you need anything.” It wasn’t long till Maria heard a new set of footsteps come up behind her and the arms of her girlfriend wrapped around her neck.

“Hi baby,” Maria whispered, putting her hand on Natasha’s arm. “Where’s Yelena?” The redhead sighed, placing her head in the crock of Maria’s neck.

“In her room,” she learned early on when the Black Widow’s emotions were out of control her Russian accent came out. It laced every word. “Need you.”

“You have me,” she carefully pushed her chair back to make room for Natasha. Without hesitation, the redhead climbed onto her lap and curled into her lap like a cat. She now noticed that she was wearing your long sleeve. She felt tears falling onto her shirt but she didn’t draw attention to it. Gently, she rubbed circles on her back. “I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” Maria squeezed her tight, fearing she could disappear right in front of her.

“It hurts,” Natasha mumbled. “So much.”

“I know it does. Just let it out. Don’t hold it in.” The Black Widow let out a heartbreaking sob that caused Maria to close her eyes and tears began to fall.

*

Yelena changed into one of your sweatshirts and sprayed some of your body spray onto it. It tricked her mind into thinking that you were still here, that your arms were wrapped around her. Your relationship with her was very one-sided, you were persistent in being her friend and breaking down every wall she learned to keep up. But there was a presence about you that was bright and healing. She was too weak to fight it so she let you in and you changed her life. The Red Room engraved in her head that she was incapable of love, that it was a weakness, for children. But you changed her view on it. Now she was lost.

She curled underneath the blanket in her room. She spent the majority of her time in yours, it was warmer. The walls were decorated with posters and artwork. Your bed was covered with stuffed animals. So Yelena was in her room so she wasn’t surrounded by you. Opening her laptop, she wanted to watch a movie as that was all the energy she had.

Before she pressed play an email popped up on her screen. Any other email she would have pushed it to the side or deleted it but the email was from you with a video attachment. It had to be a joke, right? Someone hacked into her email to send her this. But the press conference was tomorrow and no one on the team would do this. “Friday, what is this?” She asked the AI.

“In case of her passing, Miss. Y/n created something for you and the team. She instructed me to send it to you,” the AI explained. “I am sorry for your loss, Miss. Belova.” Of course, you would think this far in advance and make sure everyone was okay.

“Uh, can you have everyone meet me at the TV?” She asked the AI as she got out of bed. She made her way to the common area, unplugged the XBOX’s HDMI, and connected it to her laptop.

“What’s going on, Lena?” Natasha asked. Yelena looked at her sister, who was wearing one of your long sleeves. It belonged to the redhead but you claimed it as yours. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was leaning against Maria when they took their spot on the couch. The rest of the team trickled in. In Yelena’s professional opinion, they all looked like shit. She was wondering if any of them had smiled since the news broke you weren’t going to make it.

“Friday sent me something and I thought we could watch it,” it was rare that her voice was so soft. “Please,” she added on quickly. Wanda smiled.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Yelena thanked the Sokovian and made the video full screen. She grabbed the remote and sat next to her sister. Letting out a shaky breath, she pressed play.

The video began to count down similar to the way old Hollywood movies did. The screen was static and when it stopped, soft music began to play and the videos you took of them were edited together. It was one of the things Yelena found so annoying when she first met you, you recorded everything. At every press event, party, and downtime, your phone was out. In due time, Yelena learned to love it like she loved you. She never told you. You told her all the time, and the words easily fell from your lips. Every time, Yelena went to say it back, she froze. You assured her that you knew and would hold her tight. But she wanted you to hear it, now it was too late.

The video you created got the others to laugh and smile as you highlighted your favorite moments. You humanized them- showed them in a way the press never would or the public didn’t believe they could be. They were silly, goofy, and imperfect humans who made mistakes but you found a way to make them laugh. It was becoming too much for Yelena. Your voice, your laugh, your smile - it tugged at her heart. She almost turned it off but the video faded to black and then cut to you sitting on your bed. Legs crossed and a stuffed animal in your lap, it was one Thor got for you at a carnival. Yelena wasn’t sure how they were going to tell the God. But you smiled and moved the little bear’s paw to wave at the camera.

“I love you guys,” you said. “Thank you for an incredible life. We’ll see each other soon but not too soon.” You blew the camera a kiss and the video ended. Yelena wasn’t sure when she started crying but Natasha pulled her into a hug.

“I miss her so much,” the blonde whispered. How was she going to be okay when it hadn’t been a full day?

“I know you do,” Natasha said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

*

Vormir 2023

Yelena listened to her sister and Clint bicker behind her as she stared down the cliff. The soul stone was down there and if they wanted to bring everyone back they couldn’t leave without it. For 5 years, that was all she and Natasha wanted, to rewrite the past. All it would take was a soul for a soul. “You seem lost in thought,” the guardian appeared next to her. “Perhaps, I can provide some guidance.”

“Where will it take you?” She asked not looking away from the ground below. “Will he be stuck here or will we move on?”

“Who did you lose?” He asked instead. Yelena looked at the man, his head was tilted as he waited for her answer.

“Someone I never stopped loving and I’m ready to see again,” the man smiled with a nod.

“Then I think you know your answer,” she nodded and glanced at her sister but she hesitated. Was she ready to say goodbye? Yelena hated the Red Room for many reasons - they robbed her of her childhood, turned her into a weapon, and took every choice away from her but she got a sister. A sister that loved and protected her but she had a wife that would be waiting for her when their plan worked. And Clint, a brother she never expected to have. He had a family, 3 kids, a beautiful house, and a wife. What did Yelena have that was holding her to this world when the possibility of seeing you again outweighed everything? She let out a shaky breath and let out a whistle. Both of them stopped and looked at her.

“Don’t,” Natasha warned running after her but Yelena fell backward. What she wasn’t expecting was something to be attached to her that stopped her fall. The sudden stop made her stomach flip as she dangled on the side of the cliff. “Where the hell are you going?” She looked up at her sister.

“I’m ready,” she admitted. “You have Maria, Clint has Laura and the kids, and I want to see her again.” The sudden realization washed over Natasha, her eyes widened slightly. For 7 years, your name was rarely spoken as it hurt too much to remember you.

“Please don’t,” the redhead pleaded. “I can’t lose you too.” But Yelena saw the grip her sister had on the wire, she was slipping.

“It’s okay,” Yelena smiled, reaching into her pocket for a knife. “It’s okay. Let me go. I love you,” she looked at Clint. “Take care of her for me.” She cut the line and began to fall.

Death was something Yelena thought about a lot. She thought death was the only way she was going to escape the Red Room. Then she joined SHIELD, became an Avenger, and met the love of her life. But death took you from her. So if she needed to welcome death to see you again then so be it.

*

She wasn’t on Vormir anymore that much she knew. Instead, she stood in a space she dared to never go in for 7 years. Your room. Maria, Natasha, and Wanda took care of packing everything up and donated most of it. However, Yelena stood in your living space the same way you left it. The same decorations, the same throw blankets, and even your sneakers were by the door. What was going on? “What are you doing here?” Yelena spun around to the sound of your voice. You were dressed as you rolled out of bed, hair messy and your sleep shirt falling off one of your shoulders. But Yelena still found you breathtaking. “I thought I told all of you I didn’t want to see you for a long time.”

“I did wait. It’s been 7 years, I couldn’t wait anymore,” there were so many times Yelena had to fight the dark thoughts that invaded her mind. She knew that’s not what you would have wanted. You smirked, leaning against the fridge.

“Is that so?” You teased, holding out your hand. Yelena didn’t hesitate to grab onto it and you pulled her close. Oh, how she missed the feeling of your hand in hers. You were so close. Yelena cupped your cheeks, moving her thumb against your skin.

“I missed you so much, dorogoy (sweetheart),” she whispered.

“I missed you,” you grabbed onto her hands. “Kiss me, please.” Who was Yelena to deny you such a request? Yelena kissed you softly, savoring the way her lips felt against yours. A sigh left your mouth and you melted into her. It was all it took for the dame to break. The kiss tasted of you and salt from her tears.

“I love you,” she said against your lips. “I love you so much and I’m sorry I never said it.” You smiled, whipping away her tears.

“You didn’t have to say it, baby, I always knew,” you kissed her forehead, nose, and lips one more time. “Loving you has been the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I treasured it every single day,” Yelena kissed you again. “I’ll make breakfast and you can watch them.”

“Them?” Yelena questioned. You untangled yourself from Yelena and grabbed the remote that rested on your counter. You turned on the TV. The blonde’s jaw dropped as she watched the team gather in Tony’s lab as Bruce persuaded the team to let him be the one to bring everyone back. “Is this real?” You hummed, starting to make French toast.

“I’ve been watching you guys all this time. You did good, Lena. I think your ledger is clear.”

“Do you think so?” She asked. You nodded.

“I do. Now go watch over them and I’ll bring over the food when it’s done.” Yelena followed your instructions without any hesitation. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, and eyes glued to the TV. She was mostly watching her sister, her green eyes were bloodshot. She hoped she understood why it had to be her. You placed two plates on the coffee table and grabbed Yelena’s hand.

“So,” the Black Widow took a bite. It was good, just how she remembered when you would make them on a Saturday morning. “How does this all work?” She waved the fork around the room. You shrugged.

“Not sure. I haven’t thought about it that hard,” you took a bite of the food. “I’ve just been going with the flow.”

“For 7 years?” Yelena questioned. You didn’t answer and she had to squeeze your hand to pull you out of wherever you went.

“It hasn’t felt like that long,” you said. “Like I know time has been passing because of what I was seeing,” you pointed at the TV. “But I never aged and everything I needed just appeared.”

“Did it hurt? Were you scared?” You sighed, dropping her hand to grab a blanket. It was the same blanket Wanda gifted to you. She saw her using it on movie nights.

“I don’t remember much of that day. But I wasn’t scared, I think I was ready. My soul knew it was my time,” you covered yourself and her with the blanket. “What about you? Were you scared?”

“A little,” she admitted. “I was worried I wouldn’t see you.” You smiled and leaned into her side.

“Well, you’re here now and you aren’t allowed to go anywhere.” Yelena chuckled, kissing your head and putting her arm around you.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

#arlana likes to write request #yelena x reader #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction

[romanoffsbish]

Full of Surprises

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Poor attempt at understanding cricket, I just couldn’t grasp a thing, but I still tried okay… (I go to Superbowl parties for the snacks—Sports aren’t my thing y’all)

Smut: Mommy (W), Daddy (N), Oral (R/W giving), Strap (R/N giving). Praising, Pussy Slapping.

18+ | Minors DNI | 3,820 Words

Happy Birthday @smalls-words 🥰, broke my hiatus for the special occasion. 🥹

Natasha was stood in the doorway of the compound, her expression was one of confusion as she watched you smacking a ball with a wooden beavers tail of sorts. Wanda sent her here to get you, but as she approached she found herself too intrigued not to ask you about whatever it was you were partaking in.

"Hm?," you looked up at her voice, then as you realized she'd been watching you you felt your body warming at the unexpected attention., "Oh um, this is cricket.," you replied with a shy smile, then you placed the bat down against a tree before making your way towards Natasha.

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"What's up Natty?," she wordlessly pulled you in for a tight hug., "Happy Birthday sweetie.," she placed a gentle kiss to your temple, and her heart flipped when you melted into her hold. She felt your wide smile against her shoulder., "You remembered?," her arms tightened, and her face frowned., "Of course I did honey. No way I'd forget the day I have to thank for you."

"You're so sweet, thank you.," she wordlessly replied with a tightening of her arms, and a gorgeous smile to rival that of the Mona Lisa.

"Now, I was sent to collect you.," she playfully looked around to ensure Wanda wasn't here, then she smirked at you., "But I feel it's more important that you show me how to play this little game of yours so that you can have a person to play against, and eventually lose to."

You scoffed., "In your dreams.," then you reached for her hand and pulled her over to your set up., "I'm a master at my sport Nat."

Natasha stood cluelessly in front of the ball on the ground, you approached her and tried to hand her the bat but she only pouted at it., "Aren't you going to show me how to play?," you shook your head, but did so nonetheless.

Natasha watched you playing, but truthfully she was staring at your glorious butt as you bent to level your body with the ball and your gaze with the wicket. She listened to your every word too, as you explained the rules and told her all the best tricks and tips, but when it was time for her to go up she feigned cluelessness.

"Y/N/N, am I doing this right?," she asked in a whine, her stance purposefully wrong, and the bat was favoring the bulkier side even though you'd told her specifically to use the other end., "I'd probably get it if you maybe guided me."

It perplexed you how Natasha was struggling, she was a master at picking things up. Like that one time you were at a Stark party, and you watched in awe as she learned the game of pool through the laziest of observations. Then you watched her steal Rhodey and Tony's thunder in a matter of seconds as she pocketed damn near all her balls in one go with no partner.

Cricket wasn't that difficult, or so you thought, but you guessed it was just a bit too different to the Russian who didn't partake in sports often.

Natasha beamed when your body pressed into hers, and your arms wrapped around, and over hers to loosely guide her. Their plans to court you were falling into place ever so slowly, and for a second she forgot this was for the game., "Normally you'd have someone rolling the ball your way.," you reminded her., "But this is just practice.," you helped her hit the ball, she was a bit overzealous with the strength used though, and she squealed when it hit the wickets down.

Her excitement was adorable, so it honestly hurt you to remind her that wasn't the goal., "Natty, that's not a good hit, you're out now."

"I don't like this game.," she whined, and to your shock she simply turned in your hold over pulling from it. You mindlessly gulped as you took in her every feature, she'd never been this close to you before. Every sweet freckle on her face was noticeable, you wanted to reach out to softly trace them, but you fought back the urge. Her viridescent eyes shone beautifully beneath the bright sunny sky, and it almost seemed like she was admiring you just the same with the smile she wore as she silently gazed at you.

The clearing of a throat behind you broke the reverie, and now you were rather anxious, the scene you were in looked rather incriminating., "Am I interrupting?," Wanda added onto the tease, and you were quick to stumble out of the redheads tender embrace and towards her. Failing entirely to see the way that Natasha glared towards her now smug faced girlfriend.

"No, Wands, we-.," she cut you off with the wave of her hand., "Hush now dorogoy, I know you were only falling prey to Natasha's ploys to ruin my plans.," she yanked you into her, and stuck her tongue out at her approaching lover., "Happy Birthday sweet girl, are you hungry?"

You meekly nodded, and so she released you., "Then how about you go catch a quick shower, then you can meet us in the garden for lunch.," it presented as a question, but you knew it was really more of a expectation. Wanda cooked for you, and it would've been rude to say no, and fortunately you wouldn't ever have done so.

The couple walked hand in hand beside you as you all made your way into the compound, their conversation was playfully taunting, and it never ceased to make you giggle as they threw jabs at one another. It was their favorite thing to do—make you giggle, and had you not been daydreaming about what could be, you'd have seen the way they were ready to give it.

Wanda and Natasha were hopelessly in love with you, and you were as oblivious as they come. Today though, they were going to make sure you knew that every touch or word you overthought was exactly what you suspected.

"See you soon dorogoy.," you waved them goodbye from your partially closed door, then as soon as you were alone you shivered at the reminder of Natasha's hold, and Wanda's stare. You swiftly rushed into the shower to cool off.

—

When you finally made it to the garden your stomach roared at the smell, and your mouth was instantly salivating at the sight before you. Sat at the table was the couple, you noticed they had changed into the prettiest of dresses, Natasha's a low cut, strapless red number, and she paired it with her signature leather jacket. Wanda's was a more modest cut, in a gorgeous emerald green, and with a velvety texture.

Natasha and Wanda looked at you just the same, you weren't privy to the nice dress code, but it didn't matter, because even in your thin grey sweater, and short jean shorts you were something worth marveling at., "Come eat."

Your heart warmed at the notion when you realized Wanda had made your favorite food, then your body soon followed at what seemed to be hungry stares, but you couldn't place the inspiration, was it you, or the grilled steak.

Wanda immediately began to plate up the food while Natasha chivalrously pulled your chair out, then scooted you forward. The plate was full of your favorite fruits, the perfectly cooked steak, and all the proper sides for such a meat. Wanda watched you expectantly, you felt nervous under her gaze, but you took a bite of the meat, and gave her the top tier compliment of a deep moan of appreciation. No words were needed, and for the couple trying to calm their racing hearts they appreciated that wholly.

"We have quite the day planned for you.," Natasha eventually broke the silence, her eyes shone with mischief, making you question their intentions here, but her accompanying smile full of sweetness melted your suspicions fast., "Really? This is already so perfect.," the couple shared a hopeful gaze, then smiled at you.

"Yes really, we have to give you your gifts, and then there's cake and ice cream with the team."

"The team?," you squeaked., "Why of course, they were all so excited to celebrate with you.," Wanda continued., "They were even jealous that we stole you away for the afternoon here.," you giggled in disbelief, and their hearts fluttered right along with the adorable sound.

After the food was all finished you were stood off to the side in wait for what is to come. It was nerve wracking too as they refused to divulge their plans, and they looked to be whispering deviously about what they were. Wanda pecked her lover’s lips then scurried off, leaving you all alone with the lopsided smirking redhead making her way over to you.

"Y/N.,” Natasha purred against the shell of your ear, sending a wave of arousal straight through you., “Come with me.,” she gently grabbed your hand, and gave you no time to question her before she brought you to their shared bedroom., “Close your eyes baby.”

Unbeknownst to you Wanda was sat on the bed in nothing but a white, lacy lingerie set with a nervous smile on her face., “Open up honey.,” Natasha had stopped you right in front of the witch, your eyes nervously fluttered open just before widening, you went to cover them up, but Wanda was quick to stop you, her hand slid into yours, and she pulled you into her lap.

As gentle as ever she trailed her fingertip over your face, she gripped your chin lightly then leaned in to whisper in your ear., “I hear your thoughts honey.,” she held back a chuckle as your body shivered atop her., “Natasha catches the looks, and let me tell you.,” her lips traveled down your jaw in a hasty manner before she was faced with your nervous expression again., “We want you just the same baby girl.”

“So, what do you say detka?,” Natasha’s body was pressed to yours, causing you to whimper as you felt her nipples through the thin fabric of your sweater., “Can we make you feel so very good on your special day?,” she bit down on your earlobe and drew an affected moan from your quivering lips., “Finally make you ours?”

You nodded your head, and breathily pleaded for them., “Please… Need you so bad.,” Wanda grinned., “Yeah? Need your mommy and daddy to take care of you, hm?,” she laid you down on the bed in a fluid motion, then she straddled your lap and cut your answer off with her lips.

Cold hands slid beneath your sweater, coming into contact with your heated skin, and making you gasp, giving Wanda the chance to slip her tongue over yours, and explore your mouth. Wanda was working you up, her hands groping at your breasts, while she ground her pelvis into you, and when you became too breathless to keep up with her kiss she began to mark you.

“Can I?,” she murmured her request against your collarbones, her fingers were twisting the hem of your shirt, and you were desperate for her to do so., “Yes, please take it off mommy.,” she smiled down at you as she pulled away., “Such a polite little thing.,” your shirt flew over your head, and after you nodded she unclasped your bra and sent it flying across the room too.

Distant clanking in the room didn’t register much in your mind when you had Wanda all over you earlier, but now, when you finally caught a glimpse of Natasha you mewled at the sight of the strap dangling between her legs., “Like what you see?,” she was cockily stroking the faux appendage as if it were her own cock, and you were struggling to come up with a response., “Want daddy to fuck you detka?”

Your body began to squirm beneath Wanda’s, and the women chuckled in unison at your obvious neediness., “Honey.,” the witch cupped your cheek., “You’ll have to answer her, or daddy will just have to fuck mommy instead as you are forced to watch and wait your turn.”

“No, please, daddy I need you.,” you shrieked, and the brunette kissed you softly., “Good girl.”

Wanda stood up, and as she did her fingers were swift in removing your shorts and panties after you gave her the express consent in the form of pitiful pleading., “Mommy wants to taste you first, is that okay?,” you nodded, then quickly corrected your error with a meek yes after the brunette slapped your dripping cunt.

It wasn’t exactly what you expected, but Wanda brought you to your feet, allowing Natasha the opportunity to step up from behind you, and you bowed your head at the feeling of the both of them sandwiching you in., “Look at her Nat, such a nervous little thing.,” Wanda leaned over your shoulder, you watched in awe as they made out nastily, your knees buckled, but to your fortune Natasha had a firm hold on you.

“Pretty too.,” Natasha panted as they broke apart, she smirked lazily when noticing you flustering even further., “So fucking pretty.”

Wanda fell to her knees and tossed one of your legs over her shoulder., “Oh shit.,” she groaned as she caught a whiff of you., “You smell divine honey.,” she placed a few tender kisses to your thigh teasingly and just as you began to whine she sucked your clit between her lips., “Fuck!”

“We’re working on it.,” Natasha chuckled, then with a tenderness she turns your face to hers and finally gets her chance to kiss your lips. Her kiss was soft, yet fierce as she did her best not to devour you whole just yet, she wanted to—truly, but she chose to offer you comfort.

Wanda continued to eat you out expertly all while she slid her hand in between your legs, blindly reaching for Natasha’s strap. She then guided the thick tip to your entrance, and you gasped at the tantalizing feeling. Natasha smirked against your lips., “Daddy’s going to take such good care of you detka.,” she moved your head to rest against her shoulder, her lips settled over you pulse point., “Beg for it first.”

Natasha nipped at the thin layer of skin, her hips remained unmoving, but you were still in a great deal of bliss as Wanda’s tongue was still bringing you close to the edge you craved for., “I said beg!,” her hands groped your breasts roughly just as her teeth sunk into your neck.

“Oh my god.,” you screamed., “Please, daddy, I need you so bad, fuck me hard, and—.,” your pleas were cut off as she slammed her hips forward, bottoming out with ease, you cried out as their combined efforts had your mind foggy, and the pit in your stomach was tightening to a point of pain, you were ready to snap, and the couple were aware of this as your legs were of no use in keeping you up, and the redhead met resistance as she fucked her strap into you.

Natasha held tightly to your breasts as she pumped her strap in and out of you at a fast pace to match the flick of Wanda’s tongue over your engorged clit. The brunette’s jaw was growing tired, but the filthy noises coming from your mouth and slippery cunt distracted her well enough from the persistent ache. Not to mention the taste of you, she honestly wondered how she’d ever gone without it, and as you came she vowed she’d never do it again.

Natasha pulled Wanda into a bruising kiss as soon as she returned to her feet., “Oh.,” she moaned at the taste of you, her tongue was rough as it selfishly sought to garner it all., “Such a sweet thing, inside and out it seems.”

Natasha laughed boisterously when you buried your face against Wanda’s shoulder in a show of clear embarrassment., “Oh honey, don’t shy away from us now, you really are that sweet.,” Wanda teased, then she softly pecked your cheek in a silent apology before wrapping her arms around your hips, and hugging you tight. Partly for your comfort, but mostly to keep you upright as Natasha slowly pulled out of you, and away from your conjoined bodies.

“Thank you.,” you whispered., “Best birthday gift I’ve ever received.,” you smiled dopily against her shoulder, and the couple giggled., “It was a gift that we found benefited us all.,” Natasha mused from the bed, you turned to her with a playful smile, and a roll of your eyes.

In a matter of seconds you were laid down by the brunette, and the redhead was quick to pull you close to her. Wanda cleaned you up as the Russian snuggled you close, then her lips moved against yours in a slow kiss to distract you from the warm rag between your thighs.

“What’s next?,” you yawned, and the couple looked to you endearingly, Wanda tapped your shoulder, and you knowingly lifted your arms up and allowed her to dress you in their warm clothes., “Movies, snacks, and cuddles.,” Nat answered as you fell back into her arms, and melted into the mattress with a content sigh.

“Um…,” you nervously fidgeted with your hands as Wanda scooted into your body, and reached for her girlfriends hands., “What was this? Did it mean something to you? Or was it just fun? Because I can handle it, but I just—.”

Wanda kissed you, then as she pulled away Natasha turned your face to her to do the same. Then the witch sighed as she cupped your cheeks., “It meant the world to us Y/N/N, and though it was fun, we want this to be more.,” her eyes were glossy as she met yours, and you too began to cry as you processed the words.

“We want you wholly Y/N, the sex was great, but we want your heart just as bad.,” Natasha added hopefully., “Then I’m all yours loves.”

“Good, because we’re all yours too detka.”

—

After a few hours of movies and cuddling, where you found their warmth enough to lull you to sleep the couple had to rouse you., “Honey, the team is expecting your presence.,” Wanda coo’d while gently stroking your cheek., “There will be takeout, and presents.,” she began to list off what you were to expect, but all you did was shift further into her warmth., “…cupcakes, and mint chocolate ice cream.”

At the mention of your favorite creamy dessert you opened one eye, surveying her face, and once you found the honesty in her eyes you were sitting up., “Let’s go!,” you boomed., “There’s no time to waste!,” but as you got to your feet you stumbled into the redhead who was exiting the bathroom., “Detka, no need to actually fall for me, it’s just a silly phrase.”

Natasha allowed you to climb onto her back as you glared at her for teasing, she didn’t really mind, having you close brought her comfort. Wanda followed the both of you out, and with your back to her she managed to sneak the crate from their bathroom into the living room.

Everyone was waiting patiently for the three of you, they all looked to you with wide eyes, but they knew better than to comment on the marks littering your neck at Natasha’s glare. Instead, they allowed her to settle you into the huge chair designated for you, and after you all shared the delicious dinner over conversation it was time to open your many gifts.

Tony got you some very expensive spa retreat vouchers, and you smiled at your girlfriend’s when you counted three in total. Steve and Bucky got you a few old timey books, offering you excited smiles in the hopes that you’d love them, and you returned the gesture. Bruce gave you a pass to the lab, but reminded you that the privilege is revokable if you don’t follow the rules of safety to which you pouted in offense.

The Bartons sent you a new uniform, and a black, engraved bat for your cricket game. Clint had been the only person who understood the game, and the one you played against in the states when you felt compelled to play a bit. Thor sent you pop tarts, he recently discovered them after a grocery shopping trip with Jane, and has been actively trying to ensure all of his friends knew of the “delicacy of Midgard.”

Natasha settled a bag in your lap., “From Kate and Yelena.,” you smiled at the mention of the couple, and you tore into the bag eagerly, but as you pulled out a collar and sweater for a tiny animal your brows furrowed., “I don’t get it.”

“This might help you to understand.,” Wanda reached over you from behind, softly settling a pigmy calico kitten into your lap, and Natasha snapped a photo of your genuine reaction., “You guys.,” you whimpered, then pulled the tiny little thing into your chest as tears of joy fell from your cheeks and seeped into her fur.

“What’s his name?”

“You get to pick.,” you thought for less than a second., “Cricket.,” Natasha snorted., “Really?”

“Cricket is lovely honey.,” Wanda glared at the redhead, then returned to you with a smile., “Shall we go introduce him to Liho?,” you were on your feet in no time, thanking everyone for your gifts with rushed hugs before tearing off to the living space of the floor you all shared.

Wanda and Natasha collected your things, then they gathered your dessert before wishing the team a goodnight, and following in your dust.

When they reached the floor they saw you sat on the floor with Cricket in your lap, and they watched as Liho held her head high, as if she was too good for the little baby in your lap. Then the black cat seemed to get over herself as she trotted right on up to you, and nuzzled into your lap, falling asleep with the soft kitten, and the both of them purred as you gently pet them.

“Happy Birthday to you.,” you smiled over your shoulder when you saw the couple approaching with a lit cupcake, and a bowl of ice cream., “Happy Birthday dear Y/N.,” as the song came to an end you blew the candles out right away.

“What about your wish?,” Wanda asked in disbelief, but you shrugged., “Don’t need it. I’ve got all that I could ever want right here.,” you dipped your spoon into the bowl as the women stared at you in delighted shock, you didn’t even waver as you spoke, and it made their hearts melt to think they were it for you, because you were their found missing piece.

———

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[buckyshairstylist]

Aww, your tony is so precious, can you write a very happy dad tony spoiling his pregnant wife?

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tony is truly the best husband Y/N could ask for.

CW: pregnancy, mentions of food, fluff. Not edited.

WC: 1,348

AN: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this done! College classes and work has taken up all of my time and I finally found a free moment to finish this. I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry for the wait, anon!

To say that Tony was surprised to find you sobbing in the middle of your bed was an understatement. He’d left you alone for fifteen minutes — long enough to shower to wash off all the dirt and grime that came with his occupation — and now you were on your bed, sobbing.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

You sniveled miserably, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “I just love you s’ much, Tony.”

Tony ducked his head to hide the small laugh, masking it with a cough. He made his way to the bed, climbing onto it and gently pulling you against him.

“I love you too, dear.”

One hand rubbed up and down your arm, the other resting on your swollen belly. You sobbed into his shirt, clinging to him.

“Don’t leave.”

“I would never leave you, honey,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“…Tony?”

Tony hummed in acknowledgement.

“Will you rub my back, please?” you requested, wiping at your eyes. “God, I’m such a mess.”

“It’s normal. Just… lie down for me.”

You huffed but did as you were told, awkwardly maneuvering to where you could lie down. Tony helped as much as he could, one hand pressing against the small of your back. Tony laid directly behind you, his hands instantly moving to your shoulders.

“You’re the best, y’know that, Tony?”

Tony smiled at you. “Of course I am, baby. I’m Tony Stark.”

“Rhodey says you’re Tony Stank.”

“He is never gonna let that die,” he huffed, working at the tight muscles in your back. “God, honey.”

“What?” You turned your head slightly so you could hear him better.

“Your muscles. They’re so tight. Stress isn’t good for you, you know.”

“I know, baby, but stress is normal for me,” you reminded him.

“Honey, stress isn’t good for you or the baby. Heck, it’s not good for you even if you’re not pregnant! Don’t make me install a protocol where Friday has to snitch—“

“Don’t you dare, Anthony Stark.”

Tony giggled. You huffed, gently (or rather, lazily) swatting at him.

“I can’t believe you’d even suggest it.”

“Alright, since the protocol is a no, how about I find someone to keep you company?”

“Tony, I swear—“

“Just someone to keep you company when I’m gone.”

You hesitated, thinking about the potential victim of that scheme. Realizing who Tony would volunteer for the position (and who would happily take it if asked), you sighed.

“Tony, do not bring Peter into this.”

“I never said Peter. You did. And it’s a brilliant idea.”

“No.”

————————————————————————

“Hi, Mrs. Stark!” Peter chirped as he entered the penthouse, waving.

“Hey, Peter,” you smiled kindly at him. You took in his appearance and quirked a brow. “Lab day?”

“Yeah. Mr. Stark wasn’t in the lab, though, so I came up here.”

You hummed, grabbing a second mug out of the cabinet.

“You want some hot cocoa?”

“If it’s no trouble, Mrs. Stark.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Peter. And you don’t have to call me Mrs. Stark. Y/N is fine,” you reminded him, though you’ve nearly given up on him ever using your name.

Peter smiled cheekily. “Okay, Mrs. Stark.”

You groaned playfully, earning a laugh from the boy that had stolen both yours and Tony’s hearts. Peter had one of the strongest support systems in the world — you just weren’t sure he was aware of that.

“How have you been?”

You placed a mug in front of him as you huffed. “I’ve been okay. Emotional, but only Tony gets to deal with it.”

Peter snickered.

“How about you?”

“I’ve been great, Mrs. Stark! Aunt May—“ Peter launched into a rant, rambling about everything that had happened since the last time you saw him. You listened attentively, interjecting where appropriate and responding to the conversation.

Tony stepped out of the elevator around the time he started to tell you about the new Lego set he’d been working on with Ned.

“Underoos, kid, I’ve been texting you for the last twenty minutes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’ve been talking to Mrs. Stark.”

“I can see that,” Tony smirked. “Change of plans, kid. It’s now movie night.”

“Oh, okay! I, uhm, are you sure, Mr. Stark?” Peter asked uncertainly.

“Positive, Pete. What are we thinking for dinner? Pizza?”

“Yes!”

“That’s fine, Tony,” you smiled at him. Tony smiled softly, giving Friday the order to order the pizzas from your favorite pizzeria.

“Hey, Pete, why don’t you go grab some blankets?”

Peter nodded and took off down the hallway.

Tony moved to where he stood beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “C’mon, Mrs. Stark. I think some cuddles are in order, don’t you?”

You ducked your head as you felt your face heat up, a smile flitting across your lips.

“I think so, Mr. Stark.”

“You know, I went out today. It was supposed to be just to get a part for the car I’m working on, but I ended up seeing some things that I thought you would like and some things for the baby.”

“Tony—“

“Let me finish. They’re already in our room, they’ve been put where they won’t bother you. You can look at them whenever you want, you don’t have to do it today. But I think you’ll like it.”

“Tony, I’m happy with you just being here. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy—“

“I know that,” he sighed. “I like to buy you things. You’re important to me. You should have everything that you desire, even if it’s something as ludicrous as the moon.”

“—and you know we have more than enough baby stuff, Tones.”

“This—you are the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, honey. And our baby? That’s the best gift. I’m so grateful for you and for our baby, I’ve just—I’ve got to spoil both of you. So let me spoil you, and let me spoil our baby. It’s not gonna break me.”

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you merely watching each other as the silence dragged on a few seconds too long, you smiled at him.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to you spoiling me a little bit. But don’t spoil the baby too much, Tony.”

“I would never do such a thing,” he denied instantly. You scoffed. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Not really, no.”

Tony snorted. “Fair. C’mon, I wanna show you this really quick. It’ll take Pete at least another five minutes to find the best blankets.”

You giggled, knowing that Peter would probably find every blanket he could before deciding which ones were appropriate for movie night.

“You know… I know that you purposely sent Peter up here.”

“I did not.”

“You did, Tony. You’re testing the theory you mentioned last night. Don’t bring Peter into this.”

“Peter’s already involved, Y/N,” Tony reminded you dryly. “He’s our unofficially adopted son, remember? Therefore, he’s our child’s unofficial older brother.”

You hummed as you followed Tony down the hallway, fingers entwined. Tony gently tugged you into the bedroom, where you noticed several bags dropped in one corner.

“Don’t worry about those. Some of it is genuinely for the lab.”

“It better be, Tony, or I swear—“

“It is, I promise. Now would you come over here? I want to see how these pajamas look on you.”

“Pajamas?” You raised a brow. “Like really soft pajamas?”

“The softest for my beautiful wife,” Tony beamed at you. “I saw them and I thought you would like them. I’ll show you the crib I bought later.”

“Tony, I thought we promised to do that together.”

“Baby, trust me, you’ll love it.”

He handed you the pajama set he’d mentioned, desperately hoping to take your mind off of the crib. You ran your hands over the material — soft, fluffy, and warm. You wasted no time in changing, much to your husband’s amusement.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips. “C’mon. I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie with Peter. I’ll show you the rest later.”

“Tony—“

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[fangirl-writes]

Matters of the Heart

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader x Harley Keener

Warning(s): Death

Notes: This is pretty short and end kind of abruptly, but it’s been in my drafts for so long and I like it too much to delete it. So, enjoy :)

Summary: It had been 5 years for you and 5 seconds for Peter. So to say it’s a bit of a shock for him to find you in the arms of someone else is an understatement.

When the battle was over and Tony was gone, all Peter could think about was you.

How would you react to finding out your dad was dead? That he’d saved the universe and it cost him his life? It had taken you so long to get reacquainted with him and now he was gone.

And what about seeing him again? According to Doctor Strange, it had been five years. It baffled his mind to think that he’d missed out on five years with his loved ones.

What had changed?

"Where do we go now?” Rhodey asked, standing up and stepping away from where Peter and Pepper were still crouched, trying not to cry.

“Home, I suppose,” Steve replied, fighting his own tears. “I think everyone deserves that.”

So, Doctor Strange conjured up portals like he had before. But instead of leading people into battle, the portals lead home. To Wakanda, to New Asgard, to Clint’s farm, and, for many of the main Avengers, to Tony and Pepper’s home.

When they walked through it, Peter almost couldn’t believe that the rich and fancy Tony Stark had lived in this little house by a lake.

He noticed you sitting on the porch swing. Your hair had changed, along with a few more subtle things that come with time, but he could still tell that it was you. 

What he didn’t know was who was sitting next to you, and why you were cuddled into his side.

You lifted your head when you saw them walk through the portal, getting the guy next to you’s attention, immediately knowing something was wrong.

“Mommy!” A little girl came running out of the house, little feet pattering down the wooden steps.

“Morgan, honey, stay up there by your sister.” Pepper shouted in reply, causing the little girl to pause her movements.

Morgan. Peter thought. Tony had another daughter while he was gone?

“Morgan, come here,” You said, reaching your hand out for her.

Peter felt himself tear up a little again, hearing your voice. He started to realize how long it had been since he’d talked to you and how angry you would be that he went and got himself into trouble again.

The thought almost made him laugh.

You lifted Morgan up, setting her on your lap and pulling her to your chest, whispering something to her so she kept her face hidden.

Bruce walked through the portal next, when Rhodey gave him the okay, carrying Tony’s body.

Peter could see the way you gasped, holding a hand to your mouth. The guy next to you wrapped his arm around you and you buried your head into his neck, crying.

The sight made Peter want to start crying again, too.

“Keep your head down, Morgan,” the guy said, running a gentle hand through your hair.

“Take him over to the barn, please,” Pepper said, barely above a whisper as she refrained from breaking. “Don’t let Morgan see.”

Bruce headed that direction, followed by Steve, Thor, Sam, and Bucky.

Pepper spared Peter a look, noticing how he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Come on, Peter,” She said, gently, beginning her walk to the deck of her house. Peter followed her.

“Mommy!” Morgan shouted, clumsily climbing off her sister’s lap to run into her mother’s arms. Her face full of happy ignorance.

Peter and you caught eyes and he could see the endless emotions swirling in your eyes when his name rolled off your lips, like you couldn’t believe it was him: “Peter.”

He wasn’t sure what to say, his eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over when you got up from the swing and wrapped him in a tight hug.

He hugged you back and for a minute it was like nothing had really changed as you cried into his shoulder.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” you whispered.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I’m right here.”

Peter opened his eyes to look at the man on the swing. He didn’t recognize him, but he guessed you and he were the same age; five years older than Peter now.

You pulled back from the hug and wiped your eyes. Then you noticed him glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh...” you said.

You walked over the guy and held your hand out. He smiled at you, taking your hand and standing up.

“Peter, this is Harley,” You said, turning to face him. “My fiancé.”

Oh. Oh.

Peter’s eyes shot to your left hand, only now noticing the ring that sparkled there.

Five years.

Peter swallowed hard. “Oh, that’s- that’s great, Y/N. Congratulations.”

The guy (Harley) looked at him sadly, almost with pity. It made Peter’s blood boil for no good reason.

“Hey, I think we need a second,” you told Harley. “Could you go see if mom needs anything?”

Mom. You called Pepper ‘mom’ now. That was also new.

Harley nodded and headed inside, leaving you and Peter alone.

At first, he hadn’t noticed many changes in you. Sure, the hair was different, but you still looked like you.

And now, looking closer, he noticed the five years.

You had more smile lines and small wrinkles around your eyes, and they had a new wise-ness to them they didn’t before. You also carried yourself differently, more relaxed. Like you were no longer afraid to do something that would upset the press because Tony’s your dad.

“I’m sorry, uh,” You rubbed your arm up and down with one hand. A nervous tick that hadn’t changed. “This must all be hard for you.”

“You just lost your dad,” Peter replied. “It’s hard for you, too.”

“We both lost him,” you decided, tears pooling in your eyes. “But I’ve grieved before and I’ll do it again.”

Avoiding the subject of your relationship, Peter asked, “Did Aunt May-”

“Blipped too,” You replied. “Same with Ned and MJ.”

“Oh,” It felt wrong to say ‘good’ but at least he wouldn’t be completely alone like this.

Silence fell between you for a few moments before you found the courage to explain.

“Harley was one of dad’s protege’s, too. Before you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...from when he got lost in Tennessee. They bonded and dad kept tabs on him ever since. We met for the first time around then, but we’re both attending MIT and found each other there.” You said. “I didn’t really date anyone after you were gone...dad and I grieved you together. You were the only thing we ever agreed on.”

Peter couldn’t help but laugh.

It made you smile.

“But we had to move on. At the time we didn’t think there was anything we could do. The world was changing and we had to grow with it. I went to MIT and met Harley again and we just...connected. I fell in love with him. We’ve been together three years now. Engaged for hardly a month.”

Peter smiled sadly. “I’m happy for you, Y/N, I really am but, to me, just yesterday we were cuddling and watching movies together...”

“I wish there was something I could do...” you said.

That hadn’t changed either. You were just like Tony, always wanting to save everyone.

“Can you hug me one last time? Then give me a phone to call Aunt May?”

You laughed. “The hugs aren’t going anywhere, Peter. I still love you...just not in the same way.”

The two of you embraced and Peter sighed against you. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey,”

You broke apart to see Harley standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but Pepper's trying to cook.”

“Oh my god, stop her!” You said. “She’s not cooking tonight. Do we have any frozen pizza?”

You fell right back into a comfortable state when Harley arrived, ready to rely on him for anything. That wasn’t a way you felt when you were dating Peter. He was glad to see the weight lifted off your shoulders.

You passed Harley at the door and he smiled awkwardly at Peter before following you.

Peter stood there for a moment, silently mourning the love he lost, and headed for the barn with the other avengers.

#harley keener x reader #peter parker x reader

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Chapter 10

A/N: Final chapter guys! Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluffy smut. All the feels.

Word count: 2.3k

Typical Stark Masterlist

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Calm.

That was what you were primarily feeling. Content, calm and happy. Feelings you would otherwise find in mere fleeting moments in your day to day lives.

The bucolic setting you were currently in added greatly to it as well. Eyes closed in sublime bliss, a faint smile played on your lips as the gentle wind rustled the autumn leaves around.

The last few weeks in Scotland had been a wonderful blur of golden wheat fields, walks by the rustic countryside, hot cups of tea and pastries and magical sunsets. Along with lazy strolls around the village by the sea and nights spent in front of the fireplace making love.

Your honeymoon couldn’t have been better.

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“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss—of course you already are.”

The hall erupted into cheers and claps as Tony grabbed you by your waist and kissed you, effectively interrupting Rhodey who was now rolling his eyes, making you yelp in surprise as he dipped you dramatically, making the crowd go wild.

“Hello, Mrs. Stark.” He murmured against your lips, making your heart flutter.

You were Mrs. Stark.

“Hi there, Mr. Stark.” You smiled back, gazing lovingly at your now husband whose eyes shone with adoration and mirth.

The team along with other friends and family watched with moist eyes as you and Tony danced for the first time as husband and wife. His big doe eyes shone under the soft light that illuminated the space, swimming with love that turned your insides into mush, a perpetual blush on your warm cheeks as he gazed at you.

If someone told you a couple of years ago that one day you’d find your soulmate in Tony Stark and fall head over heels for the man, you’d call them crazy. What started off as animosity blossomed into the most unlikely romance.

What a journey it had been!

You weren’t even sure if you were following the music anymore, it seemed the world had faded away and it was just the two of you that mattered in the moment.

Tony’s fingers danced over the expanse of your back as you continued to dance, the lace fabric of your wedding gown soft and enticing against his nimble fingers. You could tell he was getting fidgety by the way they tapped against your skin, making you smile and raise your head from his shoulder.

“Want me to get you one of my special cocktails, dear husband?” You asked softly, making Tony chuckle as you both recalled your first date. The day you met the real Tony Stark, the man behind the Iron Man facade.

“How d’you know I’ve been wanting one of those?” He grinning, kissing the back of your hand as you dragged him towards the bar counter.

“I know when you’re distracted and restless.” You pointed out, gesturing to the bartender to make you your signature cocktail.

“All I can think about is getting you out of that dress, honey. Trust me, I am distracted.” He murmured against your ear, his honey-dripping voice traveling straight to your core.

“Do you think they would notice if we bail out?” You pondered, making Tony chuckle, glad that you were on the same tangent as him.

“I think Rhodey would have me by my neck if we don’t stay back for his grand speech. But after that, I’m all yours and you, Mrs. Stark, are all mine.”

Mere inches from touching his lips, your little moment was interrupted when someone cleared their throat behind you, much to Tony’s annoyance.

To your surprise, it was Stuart, your ex, and the guy you dated before joining the Avengers. You’d been family friends for ages and were still in touch, not as much but you were pleased to see him there for your special occasion.

“Stuart! You made it! How’ve you been?” You asked politely, after giving him a hug, frowning at Tony who’s gaze was fixed upon your hand touching your ex’s arm.

“Y/N/N, I knew you’d be the first to get married between the two of us. You look stunning. She knows how to break hearts.” He joked, offering his hand to Tony who straightened up and accepted it rather reluctantly, giving him a stiff nod.

“Tony, this is Stuart, an old family friend and yes, emphasizing on old, looks like someone’s got grays peeking through.” You giggled, touching his hair to point out the graying bits, adding to Tony’s annoyance.

As you exchanged pleasantries and spoke about good old times, Tony gulped his drink and placed the glass back on the counter a little too forcefully, clearing his throat.

“Well, it was nice of you to come. But I’d like to steal my bride away now, if that’s okay?”

He slid his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, kissing your temple, letting his lips linger for a while more than he normally would.

You hastily said goodbye to Stuart as Tony dragged you away, urgent steps leading you away from the crowd and into an empty room.

“Tony, what was that—” he didn’t give you time to finish your sentence as his lips descended onto yours in a fervent kiss, walking you back until your back hit a wall behind.

A part of you was irritated by the way he reacted but that part was quickly silenced by the sinful tingles that went down your spine as Tony’s hands kneaded your clothed breasts, knee wedging between your legs before you felt his groin brush deliciously against yours.

“Tony..” you warned, glancing at the door that wasn’t locked, anybody could walk in looking for you.

He slammed both your hands above your head in urgency, trailing kisses down your neck, showing no signs of slowing down or stopping.

You felt him sucking hard on a spot that normally made you weak in the knees but right now, he wasn’t doing it out of passion, it was out of jealousy.

That irked you.

“Tony stop.” You breathed, making the man halt at once and take a step away, his brown eyes dilated with lust, laced with confusion.

“What are you doing?” You grabbed the lapels of his jacket as your heart slowed to a normal pace.

“What? A husband can’t sneak his wife away for a few moments to make out?” He shrugged, warily placing his arms around your waist but not pulling you close.

“That wasn’t making out, that was marking territory. On our wedding day, Tony? Seriously?” You kept your voice low but the irritation in it was clear.

Tony stared at your hands, staying quiet.

“Okay, he was bugging me. Happy?”

“Stuart? Why?” You coaxed him to look at you.

“Why? The man was practically drooling over you, Y/N! Like he missed out on a fucking opportunity to be with you.” He rambled on, his grip on your waist tightened unconsciously.

“And what if we dated in the past?” You murmured, Tony’s hands slid away from your waist down into fists clenched tightly.

This added to your irritation further. That and the fact that Tony was acting like a kid denied his favorite treat, his brows furrowed as he paced around the room.

“So you’re allowed to have a past and not me? Tony? Are you serious right now? Tony! Look at me.” You called.

“I don’t know, Y/N! You’re mine and I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He grumbled, almost adorably, making your anger dissipate.

You chuckled and reached out to pull him close by his jacket, your grin widening as he shot you a glare.

“I married you, Anthony Edward Stark, you foolishly-in-love genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist. Today’s our wedding day, in case you forgot.” You murmured, leaning in closer and closer as you spoke, walking him back until he hit the back wall softly.

“No. But maybe Mr. Almost-Silver-Fox out there needed a reminder.”

Now you had to laugh, cupping his handsome face, you pressing your lips against his in a promising kiss to which he responded immediately, melting into it with a sigh.

“Would it help if I told you he was really bad in bed?” You giggled, sneaking a hand inside Tony’s dress pants where his cock reacted with a twitch.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“And what about this new man you’re marrying?”

“Oh he’s a wizard. A sex God, if you will.” You smirked, mirroring his expression.

Tony’s breath stuttered as you continued palming him over his boxers, pulling away almost suddenly and watching him whine.

“Hey!”

“You know what you did, husband mine.”

You pulled away, pleased with the tent poking in his pants and that betrayed look on his face before walking out to rejoin your wedding reception.

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“Can we go inside and make more tea?”

Tony’s soft voice pulled you out of your reverie, making you chuckle in surprise at his out of the blue question.

“Is this honeymoon converting a certain coffee addict into a tea lover?”

You exclaimed dramatically, giggling as Tony tickled your sides, gently guiding you down to meet your lips. He was reluctant to lift his head from your lap, or even move a muscle, given how relaxed and at peace he felt, but he had other things on his mind now. You being top of the priority list.

Following you inside, Tony was glad to see logs of wood still burning in the fireplace, it was definitely chilly outside but he’d never admit it. He held a corner of the pale yellow knit sweater you wore, clinging onto it like a little child & making you giggle.

You filled a kettle with water and put it on the stove, tapping your fingernails against the marble counter, waiting before Tony pressed his chest to your back, caging you in.

His fingers found their way inside your sweater, feeling your warm skin before pulling your hair to a side to expose your neck.

Eyes fluttered close as his soft, plump lips followed your well-mapped trail starting behind your ear, down your neck to your collarbone where he pulled your sweater down to nibble at your skin.

“I thought we were making tea..” you murmured with a smile, a smirk teasing his lips at the slight change in your voice already.

“We are. But you know I always like dessert with my tea.”

He lifted your arms to pull the sweater above your head and discarded it without giving it another glance, trailing his fingers down your arms as he took them down your sides.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as he dipped a hand inside your pants, fingers grazing against your nerves down there, teasing with his thumb.

“So wet already? My naughty girl.” He gathered some of your slick with a finger, humming in approval as your legs automatically parted for him.

His breath was hot against your face, holding you firmly against his chest as he rubbed lazy circles around your clit.

Grinning against your flushed skin when he felt your hips push back for more contact, Tony stepped back, only to peel your bottoms down your legs.

“Aren’t I still your favorite toy?” He murmured against your glistening core, his hot breath fanning against the skin.

Shuddering, you only manage a nod, gripping on his hair to guide him towards where you need him the most. The ultimate giver that your husband claims to be, Tony placed both of hands behind your legs, wordlessly telling you to take control.

This man would truly be the death of you.

Desire licks deep within your belly as Tony eats you out, nose brushing against your clit while his tongue works his magic, drawing out needy moans.

He had your legs trembling in no time as your first orgasm hit you like a train, the addition of his fingers sustaining your high.

As you recovered, he picked you up and carried you out in the living room. Placing you carefully against a soft rug that lay before the fireplace, he undressed and freed his erect cock.

Lining up against your entrance, Tony leaned over to nudge your nose to get you to open your eyes to look at him.

The promise to always look at each other with love and admiration.

A synchronous sigh left your lips as he entered you, nice and slow to allow you to feel all of him.

Weaving your fingers and gripping them firmly, he placed both your hands above your head as he gradually began moving.

The moment couldn’t be more perfect.

Soft sighs echoed in the room as he speared into you, stretching you out deliciously with every thrust.

The promise to remember that love grows stronger when tested.

Dipping his head, he kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue to meet yours as you moaned into his mouth. Your heels dug into his hips as you met his thrusts halfway, feeling his thighs clench and twitch.

To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death.

“Tony..” you cried, walls clenching around his length, drawing him deeper inside.

“I’ve got you, honey. Come with me.”

He grunted as his thrusts became sloppier, holding on to come with you. With his lips attached to your neck, you felt yourself tumbling over the edge, walls fluttering around his cock as it twitched inside, spilling his seed.

“I love you, Mr. Stark.” You grinned lazily, pressing your lips against his stubbled cheek as you caught your breath.

“I love you more, Mrs. Stark.”

You must’ve stayed there for only a few breaths before Tony lifted his head to give you a soft kiss against your forehead, his eyes already dancing with mischief.

“What?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, not really wanting to move an inch from your position.

“I’d really like that tea now.”

Rolling your eyes, Tony watched your face with such mirth, it took you a second to realize he’d muttered ‘Typical Stark’ with you this time.

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#tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark fic #tony stark series #tony stark imagine #typical stark #the stark squad #marvel fanfiction #iron man fanfiction #iron man smut #iron man #tony stark #mostly marvel musings

[smalls-words]

Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love

Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).

Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries. 

A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.

*not my gif*

The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.

Demons and angels walked amongst them.

He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.

Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.

But then… Then you met Natasha.

Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.

You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.

Natasha’s friends, however…

Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.

You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound. 

It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.

He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon. 

Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.

“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.

“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.

“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.

“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.

“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.” 

You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”

“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left. 

You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.

“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.

“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.

She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.” 

You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.

“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.

“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.” 

“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.

“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.” 

She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.

“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.

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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.” 

“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.

“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you. 

“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.

“6. Party starts at 7.” 

She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.

“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.” 

“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.

The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.

You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.

“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.

“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.

“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.

“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.

You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch. 

“Alright, let’s play!” 

You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.

The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly. 

Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips. 

“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.

“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.

“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.

You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.” 

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?” 

Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?” 

“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.” 

“How am I not understanding you?”

“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.

You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.” 

You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.

“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.

“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N/N.” 

“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”

“Of course!” 

You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.

She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.

“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.

“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.

Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them. 

“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.

“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.

“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.” 

You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.

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Natasha was right. She was always right.

Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection. 

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?” 

Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence. 

*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.

You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.

*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.

“Who… the hell… are you?”

You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.

“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.

“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”

She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.

“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.

You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.” 

You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”

She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.” 

“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.

“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.

*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.

“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone. 

How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”

“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.

“Breathe, my demon. Relax.” 

You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”

You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.

“Thank you, my love.” 

FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist. 

“Where is your tail?” She asked.

“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something. 

Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.

As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.

“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.

“Medical wing.” Tony replied.

“Why?!” 

“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.” 

He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”

“What did he do?” He asked instead.

“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.

“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.

“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.

“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.

“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.” 

“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.

“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.

Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”

The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.

“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.

“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.

You gladly fell asleep with her.

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Battle Scars

Avenger!Loki AU

Loki x fem!reader

A/N: Reader has powers similar to Wanda’s.

Avengers Compound - October 17th, 2023

Tensions are high from literally traveling through time and losing Natasha.

You stand off to the side, in deep thought as everyone stands around waiting for the glove to be finished.

You sniffle quietly to yourself when you feel the presence of Loki creep up beside you.

You could hear the sound of my lips parting in hesitation as he tries to find the right words.

Loki finally settles on a simple, “Are you okay?”. With his gentle voice.

Not feeling confident enough to use your voice just yet, you hum in response.

You suck in a deep breath before snapping out of your thoughts and turning your head towards a concerned looking Loki as you give him your best reassuring smile.

You know he doesn’t believe it, he knows you better than that. But maybe your just trying to convince yourself.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You say softly, after clearing your sore ‘from holding in your tears’ throat.

You step away from the corner just as Rocket says, “Alright, the gloves ready.”

“Question is how’s gonna snap their freaking fingers?” He says looking up at all of us.

“I’ll do it.” Thor says volunteering himself, as he steps towards it.

“Excuse me?” Rhodey says besides me.

“Woah, Woah.”

“Thor, Thor. Just wait we haven’t decided who’s gonna out that on yet.” Steve tells him, stopping him from getting closer to it.

“Oh, I’m sorry we’re all just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity.” Thor says with a slightly shaky voice.

“We should at least discuss it.” Scott reasons.

“Look look, sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back. I’m the strongest avenger. Okay? So, this responsibility falls on me.” Thor states.

Protest are being spoken over each other.

“Hold on, hold on-” Tony tells Thor backing him up slightly.

“Stop it! Let me do this. Let me do something good. Something right-” Thor starts emotionally, then Tony cuts him off.

“That thing is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. You’re in no condition-” Tony is then cut off by Thor.

“What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor asks him.

“Cheese Whiz?”

“Beer?” Rhodey and I say at the same time, both agreeing with each other.

Thor flashes an irritated look your way.

“Lightening.” He says turning back towards Tony, trying to convince him.

You roll your eyes in annoyance and notice Bruce stepping up to the gauntlet.

“Lightening won’t help you, pal. It’s gotta be me. You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.” Bruce tells all of you.

“And, how do we know you can?” Steve asks.

“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma.”

“It’s like I was made for this.” Bruce finishes.

Silence over takes the group until i speak up with a nod, “Okay. Let’s do this and hope it works.”

Everyone nods.

I walk back towards Loki, who has been quiet this whole time.

“Good to go?” Tony asks Bruce.

“Let’s do it.” He replies.

“Okay, remember, everyone Thnos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back… to today.” Tony tells him.

“Don’t change anything from the last five years.” You add.

Bruce nods, preparing himself as we do the same.

You look around to see Steve holding his shield up as cover, Scott deploying his helmet, Rocket hiding behind Thor with Tony using his nano shield to cover himself and Clint as Rhodey gears up.

You take a step up from Loki, so he is behind you as you use your powers to conjuring shield around you both.

Tony initiates a special protocol that has all the doors slamming shut and the widows closed.

“Everybody’s coming home…” Bruce mumbles out, under his breath.

You suck in a deep breath as watch Bruce slowly slip his hand in the glove.

Everything was fine until, suddenly he spams, groaning and grunting in pain.

You cringe, having to look away from your friend in pain.

Protest are spewing out, telling Bruce to take off the glove.

“Take to me, Banner.” Tony shouts out over the protests.

“I’m…okay…” You all hear Bruce pant out.

You turn your head back to him, just in time to see him snap his fingers.

Bruce cries out as a blinding white light flashes you all.

As quickly as the flash of light came, its gone again.

Bruce then falls to the ground, grunting, groaning and heaving in pain.

“Bruce!” Steve and I both call out, worriedly.

“Don’t move him.” Tony quickly says as you, along with Loki, Rocket, Rohdey, and Steve immediately rush to Bruce’s aid.

That is when you notice Bruce’s once strong, green-colored arm is discolored and withered.

“Good job, Bruce. You did good.” You breathe out, giving him a small smile.

Tony uses some cooling spray on Bruce’s arm but Bruce isn’t worried about that.

He grips onto my arm, looking desperately into my eyes.

“Did it work?” He asks.

You are taken aback by his question, and slightly scared to know the answer to it.

Being so worried about him, made you forget why he did it in first place.

But before you can answer the sound of a cell phone buzzing catches your ears.

You watch carefully as Clint stalks up to the phone and picks it up.

“Honey?” He answers.

You look up at Loki with a hopeful look on your face until a large shadow catches your attention.

You squint your eyes and notice a space ship of some sort heading directly towards all of you.

You try to warn everyone but its too late, as the object hits the compound causing the compound to collapse in itself.

You scream out as you fall underground, desperatly trying to hold onto piece of the ground as it caves in.

As you’re falling you feel something wedge into your lower right hip resulting in all of the wind getting knocked out of you.

Your backs hits a stable piece of concrete with much force, earning a loud groan.

You feel droplets of water fall onto you, you look down to see water quickly filling up around you.

Panic starts to set in and the pain gets slightly worse.

You let out a scream out of pure fear, alerting anyone near you.

"Y/n?!" You hear someone call out to you.

Your breath hutches in your throat, “Rhodey?" You call back.

"Yeah." he answers.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" he asks you.

"No...I have a large piece of glass in my hip." You say with a slight whimper.

You hear him curse.

"Alright, Y/n I want you to heal yourself." You hear Bruce instruct you.

"Okay!" You shout wincing at the pain the small action caused you.

You take a deep breath, trying to heal yourself but your hand hits something on the side of you.

You prepare yourself before turning your head.

All of the color drains from your face as you see an unconsious Loki with blood flowing out of a cut on his lip, out of his nose and a gash on his forehead.

You gasp and quickly turn onto your side which causes you a great deal of pain allowing more blood to flow out of the huge glass shard wound. You let out a cry as tears spill from your eyes.

"Y/n?!" Bruce and Rhodey shouts out.

"It's Loki, he-he's unconcious. Do you think he..." You start to say and trail off with fear very clear in your voice.

"Y/n, don't worry about that, just try to wake him up." Rhoday says.

You take deep breaths before returning your focus on Loki again.

"Loki!" You say continuously as you repeatedly nudge him.

"Loki! Get up!" You say despesteratly and slap his face with a bit of force.

Loki jolts up with a large intake of air.

You sigh in relief, falling onto concrete out of exhastion.

You place your right hand next to your wound and your left on your head as you try to keep your breathing steady.

"Y/n?" he asks.

"Hey, my love." You breath out as you feel the water start to get higher.

Your eyes droop and you try to stay consicous but the pain is too much.

Loki tries to say something to you but you are already consumed by the darkness hidden beneath your eyelids.

***

You jolt up suddenly and into someones arms.

You suck in all the air you could and try of focus on all of your senses.

You feel a powerful surge of energy coursing through you.

"Y/n!" You hear the person say.

You look up and see that it's Loki holding you up.

"Loki!" You say shock evident in your voice.

"My love, the water is getting higher. I need you to heal yourself." he says worriedly and you see a hint of fear in his eyes.

You nod and he releases his arms from around you, carefully.

You hold yourself up weakly and start to heal yourself.

Your gold colored healing powers fail to heal you.

"I-I can't heal myself." You stutter out in fear.

"What?" Loki asks fearfully as well.

"I think you need to take out the glass." You mumble out shakily.

You lean back and let Loki straddles your legs.

Loki sighs shakily before placing both of his hands on the glass, ready to rip it out.

"Ready?" he asks.

You suck in a deep breath and close your eyes as you nod, wincing for the inevitable amount of pain about to hit you.

Loki waits a few seconds making you open your eyes to ask him what's going on when he rips it out.

You let out a scream so loud your throat burns before slapping your hand over your mouth.

Your body instantly tries to curl up from the pain but can't because Loki's still on top of you.

You cry out in pain and place weak punches on Loki's stomach, trying to channel your pain somewhere else.

"I know, my love. I know. I'm so sorry." He says guilty with tears in his eyes.

You bite down on your wrist as another flash of pain washes over you and more tears spill.

"You have to heal yourself." Loki says cupping your face in his hands.

You nod slightly as your eyes turn golden again, feeling the magic surging out of your hands.

You move your hands around your wound, feeling it start to heal, soon enough the wound was fully healed with no traces of pain, only a small battle scar.

Your breathing was heavy, hands shaky and full of blood.

You try to catch your breath as Loki rubs your arm while getting off of you.

"You did it." he says.

You nod tiredly.

Just then you notice the water is way higher than you realize.

"We have to try get to Rhodey and Bruce." You say.

Loki nods and you both slip off of the wall you were on, swimming through debris towards where you had heard Bruce and Rhodey.

"Bruce! Rhodey! Rocket?" You ask as you and Loki reach them.

"Glad to see you both, okay." Rhodey says to us as we climb up onto the wall he and Rocket are on.

Soon enough more water starts to flood to where its to your necks.

You feel Loki grip your hand in the water.

You look at him fearfully chin wobbling as you try not to cry.

Loki pulls you into him, kissing you like its the last time. And it very well may be.

"I'm sorry." he says once you both pull away.

You shake your head and rest your forhead against his.

You let out a sob and pull him back into a kiss.

You pull apart slowly, preparing to go under when we were lifted up into the air.

You thank God with a relived laugh.

You all get put down and Scott's hand opens up to reveal everyone has come back.

You all jump out and you gasp gripping tightly onto Loki's hand.

You let go of Loki's hand, he takes out his daggers and you allow your powers to surge from your hands.

You watch as every Avenger turn to Thano's arm ready.

"Avengers...Assemble!" Steve says.

There were many battle cries as you all run off into battle.

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Unwanted: Chapter 12, Unlucky - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of injury, descriptions of violence, 2nd hand embarrassment, Jade Carthage.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: You were out for a celebratory dinner with Bucky, Tony, and Pepper, where the conversation got a little loaded, but it was all good, until Tony got a phone call from Bruce, informing him that members of your team had returned from their mission, and one of them was seriously injured.

A/N: I don't even know what to say for these next few parts. Just get ready, I guess?

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!

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

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The four of you rushed into the med bay, looking completely out of place in your formal dinner clothes. Tony immediately began shouting for Banner, desperate to know what had happened to his best friend, and you were worried sick. For as long as you’d known Tony, Rhodey had been a part of your life, too. You gasped and put a hand to your mouth when you eventually turned a corner and found your team gathered around Rhodey’s lifeless form hooked up to Dr. Cho’s Cradle. He was lying so still inside you were afraid for a moment that he was dead, but the steady beeping of the machines let you know that, for now, at least, he was still alive. You felt Bucky take a quick inhale as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Someone tell me what the fuck happened, right now!” Tony bellowed. He’d lost his tie somewhere between the restaurant and the Tower, and with the amount of tugging he’d done at his hair and the look of utter despair on his face, he looked like he was coming completely undone. Pepper was rubbing circles on his back, doing her best to calm him down before he gave himself a heart attack.

“He’s stable,” Bruce said, stepping forward to put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “That’s the important thing.” Tony let out a barely audible sigh as Bruce continued. “He took a couple of bullets– one punctured a lung and one hit a major artery. He’s lost a lot of blood, and there may end up being some brain damage. But if Sam hadn’t gotten him into the Quinjet’s on-board Cradle in time, well…” he shrugged, leaving the ominous conclusion unsaid.

Tony took three long strides over to where Sam stood, Falcon suit completely covered in Rhodey’s blood, and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Sam’s eyes widened in shock as he slowly reached his arms up to return the hug, awkwardly patting Tony on the back.

“Thank you,” said Tony, taking a step back. “What happened?”

Sam cast a glance to the corner of the room, where you now noticed Jade Carthage, tac-suit pristine– not an ounce of blood on her– with her arms wrapped around herself, as though trying to take up as little space as possible. 

“Wilson.” Tony’s voice was threatening.

“We spent the last two weeks getting Hydra intel, like we were supposed to do,” Sam said. “We knew it was a fact-finding mission, only. We weren’t looking for a fight, I swear.” He cast an angry glance at Jade. “Last night, Carthage said she got word about an abandoned Hydra base. No agents left, but maybe a goldmine for intel. She wanted to check it out. Rhodey and I tried to convince her that we should follow our orders, call home for back up so we wouldn’t be met with any surprises we’d be outnumbered for, but she insisted it was safe, her intel was good.”

Sam took a deep breath. “She… she took off on her own. We weren’t just gonna let a teammate go in solo, super soldier or not, so we followed her. It was… it was a fucking ambush, man. Was like they knew we were comin’. The place was crawlin’ with Hydra agents, like a goddamn ant hill. They started firing, and before Rhodey could activate his suit, he took two hits. I screamed for Carthage to cover me and was able to get my wings up– deflect any more bullets from hitting us, and I picked him up and dragged him to the jet. Got him into the Cradle just as she was runnin’ up the plank, and we got outta there as fast as we could and headed straight home. I’m so sorry, Tony.”

Tony shook his head and patted Sam on the shoulder. “Don’t be sorry, Birdbrain. If not for you, Rhodey wouldn’t have made it.” He turned and took a few steps toward Jade, eyes narrowed. “Carthage, on the other hand, what the hell were you thinking?!”

Jade dropped her arms from where she held them across her chest. “It’s not my fault,” she said, holding her chin out defiantly. “I got bad intel; it was just unlucky.”

“Unlucky?” Tony asked, shocked. “Unlucky?!” He was shouting now. “Your recklessness could have gotten your entire team killed and you chalk that up to a lack of fucking luck?”

“Stark,” Bucky warned from beside you.

“Bucky, don’t,” you pleaded softly, desperately. 

“You can’t seriously be blaming me for this!” Jade argued. “I was trying to neutralize a threat. Isn’t that what we Avengers are supposed to do? How is it my fault Rhodes wasn’t prepared for battle? Huh? How is it my responsibility to make sure he had his armor ready before going into potentially hostile territory. Sounds to me like your friend’s the one who was reckless and you’re just looking to find anyone else to blame.”

The group collectively gasped. “Jade,” Steve began in his Captain America voice, “perhaps this isn’t—”

“You weren’t even supposed to be there!” Tony screamed at her. Jade flinched inward on herself, and you had to put a  hand on Bucky’s arm to keep him from going to her. “You disobeyed direct orders and jeopardized your mission. You followed up on intel that you hadn’t verified, you needlessly risked the lives of yourself and your team, and you can’t even take responsibility for your actions! You’re fucking benched, Carthage! You’re a liability in the field and I won’t have you putting any more of my people in harm’s way because you’re too fucking stupid to do your damned job!”

“That’s enough, Stark!” Bucky broke free of your grasp and moved to stand between Jade and Tony as Jade quietly began to sob. “I get that you’re upset about Rhodey– we all are, but you’re outta line. Yeah, she fucked up, but that’s no excuse to attack her like this in front of everyone.”

Tony scoffed at Bucky’s words. “Get her out of my sight. Before I do something I’ll really regret.”

Bucky put an arm around Jade’s shoulder and began to lead the sobbing girl out of the med bay.

“Oh, and Barnes?” Tony called out before they could make it to the door. Bucky stopped and turned to face him. “Wanna remind us all again who your actual girlfriend is? Cause it sure as hell seems like you’ve forgotten.”

Bucky blanched as he turned to look at you, but you couldn’t meet his gaze, too mortified by his actions and the way they’d been so obvious that Tony called him out in front of everybody. Without another word, Bucky turned and escorted Jade out of the med bay. Any joy you’d felt earlier today in your accomplishments with the C-PAS had vanished with concern for Rhodey and abject embarrassment from your boyfriend.

The rest of the team had the decency, at least, to avoid looking at you.

Tony heaved a sigh and walked up to you. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I shouldn’t have drug your business into that mess.”

“You fucking think, Tony?” You shoved him hard in the chest with both your hands. “That was beyond shitty! I get you’re hurt and you’re scared– I am, too! And trust me, no one wants that bitch gone more than I do, but what you just did was— was—” You couldn’t even find the words for how horrible and small his actions had made you feel. You were, without a doubt, far more upset with Tony at that moment than you were with Bucky. Bucky, at least, had been trying to protect a friend from Tony’s wrath, however justified you personally felt it may have been, but what Tony did was unnecessarily cruel. And even worse, it wasn’t just cruel to Bucky, it was cruel to you. You couldn’t be mad at Bucky simply because he was being kind, even if you did wish he was being kind to literally anyone else on the planet.

“Tony,” Bruce called from where he stood by the Cradle. “I need to go over some more details about Rhodey’s condition with you.”

Casting you a final sympathetic look of apology, Tony turned and walked to Bruce’s side.

Nat came to your side, concern showing on her face. “You okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” you said. “Is it pathetic that I’m not even that mad at Bucky?” The question came out with a half hearted laugh. 

“No,” Nat said. “I get what he was trying to do. Might not have been the smartest way to go about it, but he’s always been the protective, guard dog type.”

You breathed in a sigh of relief. If Natasha Romanoff agreed with you, it either meant you were doing something very right, or something incredibly stupid. 

Sam came up to you both after a moment. “Hey,” he said, voice low. “Did you mean what you just told Tony? About wanting Carthage gone?”

You snorted. “Yeah, since before Day One. Why?”

“It’s a shared sentiment,” offered Nat.

Sam glanced around, then back to you and Nat. “We should go somewhere private,” he said. “I think the three of us should have a little chat.”

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Gimme Shelter: Part Four

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Mature themes, drug use, alcohol, gun, blood, and violence. Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

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Bucky was pacing the floor of your bedroom. You were sat on the bed, knees clutched to your chest watching him. It was 4am and Bucky hadn't sat down since Steve came by to tell him the news. After you had left The Roxy, Steve and the others were going to follow but got held up some over enthusiastic party goers. In the mess of people, Natasha disappeared and never checked back in. 

You were doing your best to keep yourself together. Natasha was a smart woman and she no doubt could handle herself but you couldn't stop your mind from going to the worst outcome. Bucky slamming his fists against the granite countertop in the bathroom brought you back from your thoughts. 

"Fuck!" He shouted, startling you. 

"Babe." You called softly, him breaking the sink wouldn't do Natasha any good. He ignored you, but you could see his broad back rising and falling as he breathed. You stood up and slipped your robe on before walking over to him. 

"Babe." You said again, placing your hands gently upon his shoulders. He softened at your touch and loosened his grip on the countertop. 

"It's my fault." He sighed. You shook your head,

"No. No, it's not your fault." You denied. He turned to look at you, his face riddled with worry. 

"Yes, it is. Somehow, he caught on to my plan or he knew what Natasha was to me and-" 

"James, stop." You held his face in your hands. "It is not your fault. We'll find her." You stated. He brought his hand up to rest on yours as you continued to hold his face. He kissed your palm and moved to rest his forehead against yours. 

"You should go back to bed." He sighed. 

"Not without you. Losing sleep isn't going to help find her either." Bucky nodded reluctantly and followed you back to the mattress. Neither of you got much sleep and when you awoke you found Bucky in the living room pouring over a table full of files and papers. Steve and Sam were there as well, Logan and Clint were on their way. 

"This was everything Tasha had on Stark. He must've known she was a threat and that's why she-" Steve stopped himself. Bucky sat down on the off white couch, he was still in his bathrobe from this morning. Elbows on his knees he placed his head in his hands. You hurried yourself to get out of bed and get decent before you joined the others. Had no one else been here you would’ve flung yourself onto him and hoped the closeness would help take some of the burden away. But Nat needed you just as much as Bucky did and you were going to find her whatever it took. 

“She found his rabbit hole and his right hand man Rhodey.” Sam spoke up. “That should be enough for us to go on. I can get Logan and Clint to help get this man to talk.” 

You walked in the room and Sam and Steve both turned to you, somber smiles on their faces as you went to sit beside Bucky. He looked up, taking his hands from his face as you rubbed comforting circles on his back. 

“Heres what were gonna do.” He started, scooting forward on the couch so he could be closer to the pool on info Nat had acquired. “Sam, you take Clint to track down this Rhodey, guy. Whatever you gotta do to do it, do it. Just try to keep it discreet.” Bucky looked over to Steve, 

“You are gonna meet me at the warehouse with everything we need to get this pig to squeal. And I mean everything.” 

You realized that really only left Logan and you without something to do and your stomach dropped as Bucky turned to you, 

“No.” You shook your head. “No!” 

“Babe, I need you safe and Logan is-

“No! You promised me you wouldn’t leave my side!” You shouted, Steve and Sam averted their gazes. 

“I know but I can’t have you go missing too, alright? Logan can keep you safe I trust that man with my own life.” Bucky cupped your face in his hands. 

“I don’t care about that, I wanna help find Nat! She’s my friend too and you swore you wouldn’t do this to me!” You stood up, hovering over him. 

“Y/N, please. I’m trying my best here, alright. I can’t lose you too!” 

“What about you, huh? I can’t lose you either.” You retorted and Bucky let out a sigh. 

“Fine, we’ll figure something out.” He conceded and you sat back down. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and focused back on Steve and Sam and how they intended to find Rhodey. 

FOUR HOURS LATER

Logan and Clint had arrived and Bucky sent Sam and Clint out to find Rhodey. Steve left before they arrived to set up the warehouse as Bucky requested. Bucky had since changed from his bathrobe into a maroon suit. It was just Logan, Bucky and yourself in the penthouse. He was much larger than you had last remembered, then again the last time you saw him was so brief you hadn’t really gotten a good look. Bucky and Logan went out on the balcony to talk while you stayed inside, thinking about nothing but how Natasha was doing. Was she ok? Was she alive? Part of you wished you hadn’t convinced Bucky to leave early that night. If you hadn’t than maybe she wouldn’t have gotten kidnapped. 

There was a knock at the door and you stood up from the couch, waiting for Bucky to come back in to open it. A moment passed and a note slipped underneath the door, fear started creeping up your spine as you walked towards it. Bucky was still on the balcony, he must not have heard the knock. Carefully you picked it up, looking up at Bucky once before deciding to open it yourself. 

Dear Mr. Barnes, 

I know what you were planning to do with Rhodey, your men were intercepted. Don’t worry, everyone remains unharmed including that lovely red head. I’d love to keep it that way unless you prove difficult. Meet me at the old abandoned disco at 9:00 and lets talk. And bring that gorgeous girl of yours too, man she is quite the beauty. Till then, 

T. Stark 

“Whats that?” Bucky’s voice startled you and with a shaking hand you handed the note to him. Logan came to stand beside him watching intently. Bucky crumpled the note without a sound. 

“We’ve been compromised.” Logan said it more as a knowing statement than a question. 

“He intercepted Sam and Clint.” Bucky’s voice was low and you knew he was doing his best to keep his anger in check. Logan took in a breath, his hands on his thick leather belt. Bucky ran a hand through his hair and gave Logan a subtle nod. You looked between the two men for a moment before you were swept up by Logan. Throwing you over his shoulder as you squirmed and writhed, you watched Bucky holster his pistol on his hip. Logan was leading you towards the bedroom where he tossed you onto the bed, 

“Bucky you bastard! You bastard!” You shouted as Logan locked you inside. You slammed your hands on the doors, still shouting at him. 

“I’m sorry, doll. I love you.” Bucky whispered through the crack of the door to you and you let out a whimper, 

“Bastard.” 

You let your body slide against the door till you landed on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest as you cried. 

“Keep her safe, no matter what.” You heard him tell Logan before he left and you filled with anger again. Through teary eyes you looked over to the left at the window. Wiping your face on your arm, you stood and walked towards it. Looking down at the city below and the drain pipe that so conveniently led all the way down. 

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Let's Talk About That Chapter 8

Psychiatrist!Avenger!fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: The team discusses what to do about Thanos

Word Count: 3.1K

Warning: Mostly angst, but some fluff too!

A/N: Writing through Infinity War has been a hell of a journey and I still have more to do!

"Hello secretary." Steve said to the hologram of secretary Ross as we entered the compound. You held Natasha’s hand with Wanda and Vision behind you.

"You have some nerve coming here." Secretary Ross spoke.

"Looks like you could use some of that right about now." Natasha stated bluntly.

"The world's on fire and you think all's forgiven?" Ross asks Steve.

"I'm not looking for forgiveness and I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender so we're here to fight and if you want to stand in our way then we can fight you too." Steve stated to Ross who turned his attention to Rhodey.

"Aresst them." Ross said.

"Will do." Rhodey pushed the holograms effectively ending the virtual call.

"That sounded like a court marshal." Rhodey stated flatly before smiling. "It's good to see you Cap." Holding out his hand which Cap shook. Then Natasha let go of your hand giving Rhodey a hug.

"Well you guys all look like crap." Rhodey jokes and you let out a chuckle.

"You should have seen the other guys. I got there and they ran with their tails between their legs." You told him a big smile on your face.

"Went all power stone on then didn't you?" You nodded, earning a hair ruffle from Rhodey.

"Of course they were hurting people I care about." You looked back at Wanda and Vision with a smile. "No one gets away with hurting the people I care about."

"I think you guys look great." You hear as you turn your head to the familiar voice of Bruce. Natasha doesn't move, but you do, running up to hug him.

"Missed you big guy. Both of you." You say as he picks you up.

"Missed you little lady."

"Hi Bruce." Natasha speaks and you let go looking back at her. The faintest smile in the corners of her lips.

"Nat." He does a nod of his head.

You run back over to Tasha. "Go." You whisper through your teeth. She shakes her head ever so slightly. "If I did it you can do it. Go." You move behind her and push her. Making her stumble forward, Bruce catching her as you move back next to Wanda and sigh. "Young love...or old...I'm not quite sure anymore with those two." You state to the now red head, last you had seen her Wanda still had brunette hair.

As you glanced back at Natasha and Bruce, a sense of hope flickered within you, a reminder that even amidst chaos and uncertainty, love and connection could endure, serving as a beacon of light in the darkness.

When Vision is taken by Bruce to be examined and Nat talks with Steve, Rhodey, and Sam, Wanda pulls you away into the compound. You trail behind her, relishing in the way her hand feels in yours. You had missed how it felt; almost forgot how it felt actually.

You don't realize it until she opens the door that she's taken you to your office. She looked back at you and gave a small smile as she sat on the couch like she always used to. You walk to your desk, seeing everything as you had left it. Your notebook for Wanda sitting there. You smile, picking it up along with the red pen you always used for her notes, testing the pen to make sure it still works.

You move back over sitting across from her, clicking your pen as you look at her over your glasses.

"Are you happier with her?" Wanda asks, making your throat dry up instantly. It felt hard to swallow, hard to breath.

"Don't make me answer that." You manage to say.

"Why? 'Cause it's true?"

"You know it's not. I love Natasha. Truly I do, but I'm not happier with her. The only thing that makes me happier is knowing she's made me a better person for you if you can ever give me a second chance and if not. I'll settle for her." You tell her flat out, putting your feelings out there. "My heart has always been yours."

"Does she know that?"

"Of course she does. She's not stupid." You respond with a slight bite to your words as you write in your note book.

Feeling a need to lay bare the depth of your feelings, you flipped through the pages of the notebook, searching for a particular entry. As you found the right page, you turned the notebook toward Wanda, revealing a love note you had penned after she returned from Lagos, a moment etched in my memory where she broke down, finding solace in your arms.

The emotions spilled across the page, a raw expression of love, hurt, and comfort. You saw the reflection of those sentiments in Wanda's eyes as tears glistened, capturing the spectrum of her feelings in a poignant dance of colors. The room held a heavy silence, interrupted only by the quiet sobs that reverberated between the two of you, bridging the gap between past and present.

"You took my hurt away...?" Wanda's voice was soft, laced with disbelief and a hint of wonder. You nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of your actions settle heavily on your shoulders.

"I know I said I'd never do it without your permission, but I had to take some of it. I could see it overtaking you. It was bitter and tasted like bile," You explained, a shiver coursing through you at the memory. "You know I don't like eating emotions, especially negative ones."

Wanda nodded in understanding before rising from her seat, crossing the space between you until your knees touched. Her touch was gentle as she cupped your cheek, coaxing you to meet her gaze. You hesitated, but her commanding tone compelled you to look into her deep green eyes, the same eyes you had always found solace in.

"Hey. Look at me," she urged softly, her voice carrying a mixture of warmth and familiarity. You met her gaze, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your eyes locked.

"I missed the fuck out of you. I was upset with you about that jealous outburst, but you were just a kid still, and I forgot that along the way because you're you and so smart and mature," she confessed, her words washing over you like a soothing balm. You leaned into her touch, finally allowing yourself to relax in her presence.

"I'm sorry for what happened to us two years ago, Y/N," Wanda apologized, her voice laced with genuine remorse. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her hand in response.

"I'm sorry too, Wanda. If it hadn't been for those stupid accords..."

"We don't know what could have or would have happened, Y/N, and we shouldn't dwell on that. All we can do is move forward and see where that takes us," she reassured you, her words resonating deeply within you.

You nodded in agreement, pulling her into a tight hug, reveling in the familiar warmth of her embrace. As you buried your face in her neck, you breathed in her intoxicating scent of vanilla, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Opening your eyes, you saw the telltale red aura surrounding her, a manifestation of love and passion that stirred something deep within you. With a smile, you allowed yourself to fully embrace the moment, knowing that your journey forward held endless possibilities.

"Vision and I have a connection through the mind stone, and I do love him just like how I know you love Nat. What you and I had, I will always hold close, but I can't just leave Vision," Wanda's words cut through you like a knife, each syllable piercing deeper into your heart.

You struggled to find a response, your mind reeling with a mix of emotions—heartache, disappointment, and a lingering sense of resignation. Before you could gather your thoughts to form a coherent reply, Tasha's voice interrupted the heavy silence, drawing your attention to the doorway where she stood.

"Figured I'd find you two here. Time for a meeting on what we're going to be doing," Tasha announced, her presence offering a temporary respite from the weight of the conversation.

You stood up at Tasha's words, leaving Wanda behind in the office. Tasha pulled you close, her kiss on your cheek a fleeting reassurance amidst the turmoil brewing inside you. Her whispered question echoed in your ear, and you offered only a small shrug in response as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"We'll talk later, okay?" You assured Tasha, and she simply nodded in understanding as Wanda joined you, her presence feeling like a heavy weight on your shoulders. You didn't pay much attention to her, but you noticed Tasha's subtle glance back at Wanda, a silent warning simmering beneath the surface of her gaze. If looks could kill, Wanda would be dead from whatever Tasha had conveyed in that single glance.

"So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" Bruce asks, his tone laced with concern as he scans the room for answers.

"And they can clearly find us," Wanda reminds the group, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency.

"We need all hands on deck. Where's Clint?" Bruce inquires, his gaze sweeping the room for any sign of the absent Avenger.

"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families. They're on house arrest," Nat explains to Bruce, filling him in on the latest developments.

"Who's Scott?" Bruce's confusion is palpable as he seeks clarification.

"Ant-Man," Cap offers, providing the missing link.

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" Bruce's incredulity is evident as he processes the information.

"Look, Thanos has the biggest army in the universe... and he is not gonna stop until he gets..." Bruce's voice trails off, his gaze shifting between Vision and you, hesitating to voice his next words. "Till he gets those stones," he finally concludes, pointing at the two of you.

You feel a surge of anxiety grip you as Bruce's words sink in. Tasha, sensing your unease, moves closer to Bruce, her protective instincts kicking in.

"Well then, we have to protect them," Tasha declares firmly, her eyes darting between Bruce and you, a silent vow of defense.

"No, we have to destroy them," Vision interjects, his tone resolute and unwavering.

You can't help but chuckle at Vision's suggestion, though the humor quickly fades as the gravity of his words settles over you.

"Ha! No. Hell fucking no. I don't plan on dying, or did you forget I said that? I will die without the stone," You retort, your defiance clear to everyone in the room, especially Vision.

"I've given this a great deal of thought, Y/N. I do not say it lightly, but if he does get his hands on these stones... especially yours, he'll be unstoppable," Vision insists, meeting your gaze with a solemn intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You struggle to catch my breath, the weight of Vision's words bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Your hand instinctively reaches for your chest, as if seeking reassurance from the stone that rests within you.

"I've thought about the nature of my stone, along with yours and some of the last words you said while we were allies. Knowing what your stone is capable of. We must destroy them and I think if they were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source," Vision explains, his voice tinged with determination as he approaches Wanda.

You rise from your spot, brushing off Tasha's attempt to stop you, and step closer, feeling Wanda's eyes flicker to you before returning to Vision, who gently places his hands on her arms. "Something very similar to their own signature perhaps," he continues, his touch reminiscent of the way you used to hold her, though his hands are much larger than your own. "Its molecular integrity could fail."

"Yeah, and both of you with it," Wanda responds, her gaze shifting between Vision and you. "We aren't having this discussion. It's too high a price to lose both of you," she declares firmly, trying to contain her frustration.

Vision's hands move to Wanda's cheeks, holding her gently, but she steps away from him, her resolve evident. You move closer to her, feeling the tension in the air thickening.

"Y/N, don't," You hear the tremor in her voice, the raw emotion threatening to spill over.

You bite the inside of my cheek, grappling with the gravity of the situation. "Wanda," You address her firmly, reaching out to grasp her shoulder. "If you refuse... I will take Vision's stone out of his head because I know I can, and I will personally crush it, and then my own if that is our last resort," You declare, your tone unyielding. "And I will do it in front of you," You add, squeezing her shoulder for emphasis. "I don't say this lightly because I'd rather not die. I personally think that between the three of us we can take him down, but if you won't do it, I will," You assert, speaking with a deadly seriousness before returning to your spot, your heart heavy with the weight of your words.

"I won't entertain the idea of trading lives," Cap asserts firmly.

"Seventy years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people?" Vision responds, his voice carrying a weight of history. You tune out their exchange, feeling a sense of unease settling over you. You lean forward, pulling Tasha back to you, seeking comfort in her presence. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you settle her between your legs, resting your chin on her shoulder as you gaze at Wanda. Regret and guilt weigh heavy on your heart, and you grip Tasha tighter until she makes a small noise of discomfort. Quickly, you release your hold, whispering an apology.

"Sorry..." You murmur softly, your voice barely audible.

Tasha responds with a gentle pat on your arm, understanding in her touch. "It's okay, Y/N," she whispers back.

As Bruce delves into an explanation about Vision's complex composition, your brows furrow in confusion. "What?" You whisper, turning to Bruce. "How did I not know there's parts of me in him?" You ask, bewildered by the revelation.

"Tony put everything of you that Jarvis collected over the years of your sessions," Bruce explains matter-of-factly.

"Good to know my sessions were private," You mutter sarcastically against Tasha's shoulder.

"You're saying Vision isn't just the stone?" Wanda interjects, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"I'm saying that if we take out the stone, there is still a whole lot of Vision left. Perhaps the best parts," Bruce elaborates, prompting a moment of contemplative silence.

"What about me?" You inquire, releasing Tasha and standing up once more, your emotions bubbling to the surface. "You told me years ago that this stone is attached. It's wrapped around my lungs and my heart. If we take it out of me..." Your voice cracks, tears spilling down your cheeks. "I will die," You confess, your vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

Bruce places his hands on your shoulders, offering reassurance as you struggle to maintain composure. "I've thought about it a lot over the years, and I was thinking maybe, similar to Tony, we could do an open-heart surgery. Open you up and basically cut away the tendrils that the stone has put around your heart and lungs. Take the stone out and put an arc reactor in its place to keep you going," he suggests, his words hanging heavy in the air.

"D-do you think we can do that?" Tasha's voice quivers with fear and concern.

"Not me. Not here," Bruce replies solemnly, withdrawing his hands as you retreat back to Tasha's embrace.

"Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast," Rhodes interjects, breaking the somber atmosphere with a practical reminder.

"I know somewhere," Cap offers, his voice cutting through the tension with a sense of urgency.

As you holed yourself away in the small room of the Quinjet, facing the wall to hide your tears, the weight of your emotions overwhelmed you. Sobs wracked your body, your throat burning with the effort to contain your grief. In moments like these, you longed for the ability to numb your own emotions, to escape the pain that threatened to consume you.

A knock at the door startled you, and you called out for whoever it was to go away. Despite your plea, the door opened, and you tensed, expecting Tasha's presence. Yet, as the cot beside you shifted, you realized it was someone else. you didn't dare look, even when I felt soft lips press against the back of my shoulder, and tears dampened my shirt.

"I can't lose you," came the whispered confession, confirming your suspicion that it was Wanda behind you.

"Why not? You have Vision," you replied, your voice strained and cracked from crying.

"I do, but I don't want to lose you. You're too important. I meant what I said," Wanda insisted, her arm tightening around you as she pulled you closer.

"It's too high a price," she added, sending a shiver down your spine. You reached out, placing your hand over hers, and then turned to face her, allowing her to pull you into her embrace.

"Come here," You whispered, giving in to the flood of emotions as you cried in her arms. "Wands, I don't want to die... I know we're Avengers, but I'm terrified of death," You confessed, your tears flowing freely as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture, mirroring the care you had shown her countless times before.

"I won't let that happen. I promise," Wanda whispered soothingly. "Just rest for now. We'll be in Wakanda soon enough, and I don't want you thinking about it anymore."

Looking up at her, you found the courage to ask something you had never asked before, a desperate plea born out of fear and desperation. "Can you take it away? Can you make me forget it?"

Wanda cupped your cheek, her touch gentle yet determined as she searched through your thoughts, sensing the depth of your distress. With a nod, she moved her fingers to your temples, her crimson tendrils reaching out as you closed your eyes, surrendering to her power.

"Shhhh, don't worry anymore, Detka... rest now," were the last words you heard, and you swore you felt her lips brush against yours before sleep claimed you, offering temporary respite from the weight of your fears.

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.fairytale of new york | three.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

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

chapter word count: 3532

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

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

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Bucky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still working so late?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And YOU have just earned yourself another follower by how kick ass your Nat fics are!

May I request a Natasha x Military!Female reader? Maybe something like Tony and Rhodey, who have been friends with her way back because Rhodey was like a mentor to her in the military while Tony is like a best friend/brother figure, introduce Reader to the team when she comes back from deployment and Natasha immediately catches feelings for her. Then throughout her time at the compound, both women bond and start falling in love with each other and eventually start dating but then Reader gets called for her next deployment and Natasha is just devastated and worried for her and it’s a really sad goodbye. But then after months of deployment, Reader comes back and announces that she talked to Fury to have the chance to become an Avenger and was accepted on the condition that the team agreed as well, which they do. And so then it’s a tearful heartfelt reunion between Natasha and Reader!

If there is a chance it could be a slow burn fic, that’d be awesome, but if it’s a regular fic, THAT IS STILL AWESOME TOO! Im sorry if this is a long request I apologize!! 😅

Forest Stars || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Military Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption; hurt/comfort; slight angst; sad Natasha, mention of Parental death. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word count: 9162 words (sorry, oops).

A/N: Thank you so much for your request and kind words anon! I really appreciate all of my followers so thank you <3. I hope you all enjoy it. Yes, I know it’s June and this is a Christmas fic but I couldn’t resist the opportunity for all the fluffy moments. I apologise for the multiple breaks in the fic, I just wanted to highlight the time passing as the Reader and Natasha bond, etc.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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Forest Stars: Natasha Romanoff-

“Tony, are you sure it’s okay for Laura and the kids to stay here over the Holidays?” Clint asks as he follows Tony through to the living area with a box marked ‘Christmas Decorations’.

Tony places his box down in front of the bare Christmas Tree- waiting to be decorated by the team, “Of course I am Legolas. The compound is big enough and it gives us all the chance to spend Christmas together.”

Clint refrains from rolling his eyes at the nickname Tony insists on calling him, “Thanks man, I appreciate it.”

“No problem Barton. Little Witch, how are you getting on?” Tony asks as he looks over to Wanda.

Wanda internally groans, “I would be getting along much better if I didn’t keep on getting distracted, Stark.” Wanda returns her gaze to the ceiling, slowly using her powers to string red and gold tinsel along the edge.

Tony puts his hands up in mock surrender, leaving Wanda to complete her task to perfection.

“Now, Rhodey will be heading up this way soon. Then we can get the rest of the decorations done later. In the meantime, I need you and Romanoff to source the food for the big day.”

Clint shoots his gaze from the box he was searching through, “What? Since when has that been our job?”

Tony taps on his glasses to activate his A.I. system, “Since I need you two crazy kids out of here when your presents arrive, which according to F.R.I.D.A.Y, is any minute now. Go find Widow and then I’ll ask Pepper to send you what we need.”

Tony glances around the room, using F.R.I.D.A.Y to show him the possible decoration arrangement options for the living area.

At that moment, Natasha walks into the room, “Ah Nat, come on we have to go on a food run.” Clint says as he tosses her a pair of car keys from the glass coffee table in front of him.

Natasha catches them with ease, “Since when-“

“Don’t even bother, Stark is in ‘Holiday mode’, it’s better to just go with the flow.”

Natasha shakes her head, moving towards the exit with Clint.

“Romanoff, make sure you’re back in time for the party tonight.” Tony shouts as he swipes through the options in which the large Christmas Tree can be decorated.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Tony. See you later Wanda.” Natasha waves goodbye to Wanda.

Wanda quickly glances behind her and sends Natasha a smile, “See you soon, Nat.”

“Sure, you don’t bite her head off when she distracts you.” Tony says as he dismisses the A.I. system.

“Do you want me to finish this or not?” Wanda asks, referring to the tinsel hanging.

Before Tony can respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y announces, “Boss, Colonel James Rhodes has arrived.”

“Perfect, send him up.”

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

You readjust the duffle bag on your shoulder as you travel up in the elevator with Rhodey.

“Are you sure Tony is okay with this, because I can find somewhere else to stay-“

Rhodey cuts you off, “Y/l/n, for the millionth time, yes. You know Tony, he’ll be over the moon to see you.” He clears his throat awkwardly.

You stare at him as he leans back on the railing, “You haven’t even asked him yet have you?”

“Okay, I’m going to level with you and say… no.” You release a sigh at that.

“Trust me, he’ll say yes, you’re like his little sister, he won’t turn you away.”

The elevator reaches the floor Rhodey inputted, you slowly walk out allowing him to set the pace, which is needed after the accident in Germany.

“I just don’t want to be a burden, this is a special time for everyone and I don’t want to make things awkward.” You say.

Rhodey places a hand on your shoulder, “Look, you’re not a burden, you’re part of this family okay. Yeah, it’s a special time but this is your opportunity to get to know everyone. Everyone will love you, I know it.”

You take in Rhodey’s words and give him an appreciative smile, “Thank you.”

“Now hurry up and move your ass in there before Christmas is over.” Rhodey says as you both move forward into the living quarter.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that my favourite Air Force member right there?” Tony says as he moves to bring you into a hug.

“Nice Tony, I’m here too by the way, you know your best friend.” Rhodey says sarcastically.

Tony laughs as he releases you from the hug, “Hmm, last time I checked you were down as ‘acquaintance’ in my contacts- you still owe me an apology.” He says as he ushers you in.

“What? For what?” Rhodey asks as he follows.

“A little birdie told me that you called me ‘Tony Stank’ in a press conference, so of course the Press are having a field day with that one.”

Rhodey smiles at that revelation, “Yeah, that was a good one. I told you I wouldn’t let you live that one down.”

“You know it has a better ring to it than Tony Stark.” You say as you take a seat on the couch.

Tony gasps, “My favourite has turned against me!”

You smirk, “It was only a matter of time.”

Rhodey takes a seat on a chair opposite you, “Anyway, Tony I wanted to ask you if it was cool if y/n stays here over the next few days?”

“You mean for Christmas?” Tony asks as he moves towards the mini bar area to gather drinks for everyone.

“If that’s okay Tony, I don’t want to overstep.” You say.

“Of course you can, you’re family. What brings you here anyway?” Tony asks as he selects a multitude of drink options to pour.

“Oh you know, I finished my Deployment. I have nowhere to go for the Holidays. All that fun stuff.” You say.

Tony walks over with a couple of mystery drinks for you to sample, “Well you’re welcome anytime. Plus we’re having a party tonight so it will be a great way for you to get to know the team. Most of them are out gathering supplies.”

You pick up one of the drinks and take a sip; wincing furiously at the taste. Luckily for you, Tony is distracted by his A.I. system announcing the arrival of several packages.

“Ahh, I’ll be right back, make yourselves comfortable.” Tony leaves the room and heads to the elevator.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice someone enter the room, “Hello Rhodes, long time no see.” She says as she places a heap of string lights on the table in front of you.

“Hey Wanda, so he’s got you helping out has he?” Rhodey asks.

The woman rolls her eyes, “He’s a nightmare, he’s worse than Morgan at this time of year.”

“Don’t worry, he has always been like that, you’ll get used to it. Oh, Wanda, I’d like you to meet a very good friend of Tony’s and I, y/n.” Rhodey gestures to you as he leans forward for a drink.

You stand up and stretch your hand out in greeting, “It’s lovely to meet you Wanda.”

“I’m glad you could make it. I can’t wait to get to know you over the next few days.” You frown in confusion as you’re convinced you saw a flash of red pass through Wanda’s eyes.

“Oh yeah, she reads minds.” Rhodey announces as he spots the confusion in your face.

You give a nod in understanding.

“Well, since you’re staying I can show you to a room if you would like?” Wanda suggests.

“Oh yeah, thanks, that would be great. Only if you don’t mind of course.” You say as you gather your bag filled with your personal items.

Wanda gives you a wave of her hand, “Please, anything to get me out of decorating duty. Come on, I’ll show you around the Compound afterwards too.”

You look towards Rhodey, “Go, I want to catch up with Tony anyway.” He says as he slowly guides himself up, ready to locate your mutual friend.

You turn to follow Wanda, excited to see where you’ll be staying for your time in the Compound.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

*Three hours later*

Natasha places the last of the bags on the Kitchen counter, “I swear, I’m never talking to Tony again after this.”

Clint follows her by releasing a sigh, as he drops off his contributions, “You say that all the time.”

“Yeah, well now I mean it. Where is everyone anyway?” Natasha asks as she notices the living area being mostly decorated, compared to when they left.

“Ahh, Romanoff, you have returned.” Tony says as he walks through with Rhodey.

Natasha scowls at him, “What?”

“Don’t ‘What’ me Stark. You know it’s chaos out there. Clint nearly lost his life over some cranberry sauce.” Natasha says as she sends a quick nod to Rhodey, acknowledging his presence.

“Okay, that’s a little dramatic.” Clint says as he moves some of the food items out of the bag.

Just as Natasha was about to speak, she instantly notices Wanda entering the area from one of the staircases leading from the lower floor.

She manoeuvres herself to see who Wanda is talking to and that’s when she sees you- possibly the most beautiful girl she’s ever laid eyes on.

She’s snapped out of her trance when she hears your laughter- instantly becoming her new favourite sound.

Rhodey waves a hand in front of her face, “Hey, stop drooling over our friend and go say hello.”

Natasha glances between Tony, Clint and Rhodey; instantly going red when she realises they noticed her admiration for you.

Tony smirks in amusement, “Shut up, Stark.” Natasha says as she moves past them.

“I didn’t say anything Romanoff!” Tony lets out dramatically.

Wanda spots Natasha and waves her over, “Natasha! This is y/n, she will be staying with us over Christmas.”

Natasha shakily offers her hand out to you, “Um, it’s nice to meet you.”

You give her a warm smile and shake her hand gladly. The contact sends a wave of happiness through Natasha.

“The pleasure is all mine, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Natasha widens her eyes slightly, dreading to think what you might have heard.

“Oh, you, you have? That’s cool.” Natasha mentally scolds herself for being so awkward.

Wanda smiles to herself, hearing the conflict going on in Natasha’s mind.

“Y/n, why don’t you go introduce yourself to Clint?” Wanda suggests.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll speak to you later Natasha.” You say with a smile.

Once you leave Natasha puts her face in her hands and groans, causing Wanda to laugh.

“Relax Nat.”

“Relax? I just made myself look like a complete idiot in front of her.” Natasha says as she places her hands on her hips and releases a heavy breath.

“For what it’s worth, you’ve peaked her interest.” Wanda says with a mischievous smile.

Natasha tilts her head, “Wait, what do you mean?”

Wanda slowly starts to walk towards the exit, heading to her room.

Natasha starts to follow her, “Wait, Wanda, tell me what you mean!”

“Natasha, go and get ready for the party otherwise you’re uninvited!” Tony shouts from across the room.

Natasha admits defeat and goes towards her room, she’ll have to question Wanda at the party.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

As Natasha walks towards the main bar area she’s confused when she doesn’t see the usual crowd of people Tony acquires for his parties.

Just as she’s about to look around she feels her phone vibrate in her dress pocket.

‘Meet us in the movie room :)’ Wanda messages.

Natasha makes her way over, nearing closer to the sounds of laughter.

When she stands by the doorway Tony calls over to her, “Widow, there you are! Come take a seat, the movie is almost starting.”

Natasha looks around at everyone, noticing it’s just the team and close friends present- in all honesty she’s relieved, she never has been one for Tony’s extravagant parties.

Her heart sinks slightly when she notices the space next to you is being occupied. Natasha makes her way over to Wanda, sitting close by.

“I tried to save you enough room to sit with her but Carol wasn’t having it.” Wanda whispers to Natasha.

Natasha looks over at the two of you. Part of her hates the way Carol is making you laugh. When really she wishes she was the one doing so.

“What are they even talking about?” Natasha mumbles, hints of jealousy taking over her system.

Wanda brings her legs up onto the couch, tucking them under herself to get comfortable, “Well, mostly about their shared experiences in the Air Force. I think they’re bonding over it.”

Natasha briefly raises her eyebrows, not knowing you were part of a Military branch.

The movie starts to play on the screen, causing the lights to be switched off.

Natasha can’t keep her eyes off of you; she desperately wants to talk to you but part of her thinks that you’d only entertain her conversation out of politeness.

Wanda gives Natasha a gentle nudge, “‘Nat, she’s been here less than a day. You’ve got plenty of time to get to know her. She’s very easy to talk to.”

Natasha leans her head on her hand as she looks at Wanda, “What did you mean before in the kitchen?”

The light being cast from the movie highlights Wanda’s happy features, “Oh, just that y/n thinks you’re beautiful. Nothing major.”

Natasha nudges Wanda, “You’re lying.”

“Nat, I’m not, that’s the first thing that popped into her head when she saw you. Plus, when you walked over to me, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, just like you with her right now.” Wanda gives Natasha a reassuring pat on her arm.

“As your friend, I’m telling you to go for it. Don’t worry about anyone else, just be yourself.”

Natasha absorbs Wanda’s words. Throughout the movie she plans different ways in which she can get to know you. Hopefully you’ll like her for who she is, because she knows for a fact she’s falling for you.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

Natasha walks into the kitchen area, ready to grab some food after her morning training session.

She could barely sleep last night, thoughts of you and Carol plagued her mind. As the movie went on she’s convinced you shuffled closer to her.

As soon as the movie finished, she went straight to her room. She knows she shouldn’t be so jealous, you have every right to talk to whoever you want. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less.

Wanda uses her powers to send a red tendril to flick Natasha on her head, causing her to glare at the Witch.

“You do realise y/n was looking for you after the movie right?” Wanda says as she reaches into the drinkware cupboard.

“Wait, what? Why is she okay?” Natasha asks as she takes a break from cutting up her fruit.

“She wanted to talk to you, honestly Nat you need to talk to her. Try and organise something for the two of you to do.” Wanda moves to search for her herbal tea bags.

“I can’t just ask her out Wands, that would be so awkward.” Natasha says as she leans against the counter.

“More awkward than you running off because she sat too close to another person?” Wanda says with a hint of amusement.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Okay, what do you suggest I do?”

“Well, Clint is picking up Laura and the kids this afternoon. When they come back, invite everyone to your annual Ice Skating thing. You’re already going with them, plus it will give you an opportunity to hang out with y/n.” Wanda uses her powers to turn on the stove, heating up the kettle.

“Wanda, you’re a genius!” Natasha says as she brings Wanda into a hug.

At that moment, you and Steve enter the room.

“Wow y/l/n, you really gave me a run for my money out there. Good job.” Steve says as he moves to the fridge to get a couple of bottles of water.

“Thanks Steve, all part of the Military training and all.” You say as you grab the water from him, exhausted after your morning jog with the Captain himself.

“Steve, y/n what are you two doing this afternoon?” Wanda asks, attempting to put the plan into motion.

“I’m not doing anything, probably just hanging out here with the team.” Steve says as he takes a seat.

“Same, why do you ask?” You direct your gaze to Natasha, sending her a smile.

Natasha blushes uncontrollably, causing her to turn and resume cutting up her fruit.

Wanda rolls her eyes at Natasha’s reaction, “We just wanted to let you know that most of us will be going Ice Skating, do you guys want to come?”

Steve nods his head.

You stand there, playing with the label of your water bottle, not really being a fan of skating, “Um, sure, yeah that sounds fun.”

Natasha turns to see your reaction, silently motioning to Wanda about your change in persona.

Wanda mentally replies to Natasha, ‘She said yes, didn’t she?’

Natasha keeps her eyes on you, hoping that this plan might actually work in getting to know you better.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Auntie Nat!” Nathaniel shouts as he runs over to Natasha.

Natasha turns around and grabs him into a hug, “Hey buddy, how are you?”

“Good! Look, I lost another tooth!” He says as he shows Natasha another gap in his line of teeth.

Natasha smiles as she puts him down, “You’re growing up too quick, stop it.” She says playfully.

Laura rushes towards Natasha and Nathaniel, “I swear he only listens to Clint, what part of ‘stay close to me’ did you not understand bud?” Laura says as she rubs through Nathaniel’s hair, causing him to squirm away.

Natasha looks through the crowd, behind Laura, “Where are the others?”

“Oh, Clint is parking up the car and Coop and Lila wanted to make sure they got in line for the best ice skate boots. Thanks for getting everyone to meet us here, it’s a big help.” Laura says as she zips up Nathaniel’s coat.

“No problem, the team are waiting by the ice rink. We’re ready to go when you are.” Natasha looks over to see Tony waiting with Morgan, Pepper and Rhodey as the other team members return with their ice skates.

“Who’s that? She’s new.” Laura asks, referring to you as you tie up the laces on your skates.

“That’s y/n, she’s Tony and Rhodey’s best friend, she’s staying for the holidays.” Natasha casually remarks.

Laura puts on a knowing smirk, “Ahh, she’s the one you’re crushing on.”

Natasha scoffs, “Clint is so annoying, what did he say?”

Nathaniel takes this opportunity to mimic kissing noises, causing Laura to put her hand over his mouth, “Okay, he’s not far off. Clint did in fact do that.”

Natasha shakes her head, “Come on, I’ll introduce you properly.”

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

After the introductions were made and everyone was ready; it was time to skate.

Natasha loved skating, having such similarities to ballet, she is always in her element on the ice.

“Then Daisy tried to get me kicked off the Archery team, so I showed her how it’s done and shot my arrow straight through hers.” Lila tells Natasha as they skate around the rink.

“She does know Hawkeye is your Dad right?” Natasha says, enjoying having the time to catch up with the young Barton.

“Yeah, she’s just jealous I guess.”

Natasha looks over to the edge of the rink, noticing you clutching on to the side whilst everyone else skates.

As if sensing her gaze, Wanda skates up next to Natasha, linking her arm through Natasha’s for support, “Her thoughts are loud Nat, she doesn’t know how to skate.”

Natasha looks at Wanda in surprise,”Wait, so why didn’t she say anything? We could have arranged something else to do.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I have to do everything around here; from what I could tell she thought you wanted to skate. She’s only on this ice for you Nat, now go and help her.” Wanda gently pushes Natasha towards your location, momentarily losing her balance until Lila steadies her.

Natasha easily manoeuvres her way through the crowd of people to join you on the edge of the rink.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” Natasha says with a newfound confidence.

“Sure.” You say, gripping tightly to the barrier, refusing to move even an inch with the risk of falling.

“You know, we can just come off the ice and-“

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to spoil the fun, I’ll be okay.” You say in a shaky voice, trying your hardest to hide your nerves.

“It’s not fair if you’re putting yourself through this. I’m sure everyone else will understand.” Natasha says as she places a hand on your arm.

The sudden action causes you to move, sending your legs flying. Luckily Natasha uses her quick reflexes to catch you, gripping her hands onto your forearms.

You release heavy breaths of anxiety as you look at your feet, hoping the gaze will stop you from falling.

“Hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you. Let’s get you off the ice.” Natasha slowly uses her feet to push against the ice, pulling you along with her to the exit.

“Wait, I don’t want to be annoying but can we just skate like this for a bit. I promised Morgan I’d skate if she did to try and make her brave enough to join in. I don’t want her to see me get off the ice; she might think it’s something to be frightened of.” You look up at Natasha hopeful, ready to put your fear aside with Natasha’s support.

Natasha gives you a gentle smile, “For starters, you could never be annoying. Plus, of course I’ll help you, just grip on to me and I’ll guide us around okay?”

You give Natasha a nod. Natasha slowly moves you so you can link your arm around her waist. In turn she threads her arm around yours, keeping tight hold.

“Okay, back straight; look forward and bend your knees slightly.” You follow Natasha’s instructions as she begins to move her feet, expertly pushing from her right foot to her left.

As you move your grip tightens, sending a surge of giddinesses through Natasha.

She looks over at Wanda who gives her a thumbs up, proud that Natasha finally had the courage to talk to you for longer than a minute.

Natasha’s gaze quickly makes its way back to you once she hears you laughing, “Woah, this is actually amazing.” You say excitedly, never having stayed on the ice longer than required.

Natasha beams at your reaction; earlier apprehensions clearly no longer present.

Soon enough Natasha guides the two of you to skate up alongside Tony, Pepper and Morgan, “Auntie y/n! We’re skating!”

“We are! Good job Morgan!” You praise the young Stark.

Tony lets go of one of Morgan’s hands, allowing Pepper to reclaim it. He twists around to skate alongside Natasha’s other side that’s free.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you making the effort to make y/n feel included. You know, I’ve known her for years and no one has been special enough to encourage her to skate. She’s lucky to have you Romanoff.”

Natasha looks towards Tony in surprise, not expecting such kind words to come from him. She smiles at him before he takes his leave to find the others on the ice.

Once he’s gone, she looks over at you, being in conversation with Pepper.

Natasha feels a special warmth inside her, the fact you trust her enough to guide you on the ice brings a wave of happy tears to her eyes. She quickly blinks them away, hoping that this is a sign for good things to come.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

It’s Christmas Eve morning, Natasha has just woken up with the biggest smile on her face.

As she stretches in her bed, she happily thinks about the previous events that have occurred. With the skating and everything she feels as though she’s made real progress with you. Especially after when everyone was returning to the car and you couldn’t take your hands off of Natasha, walking arm in arm with her as you thanked her for helping you out on the ice.

Natasha quickly gets ready and makes her way into the living area, deciding to skip her morning training- just this once.

She walks in to see you, Rhodey, Pepper, Clint and Laura sat on the couches.

“Good Morning everyone.” Natasha says to make her presence known.

You instantly put your mug of coffee down on the table to the side of the couch you’re sitting on, “Nat, come sit with us. We’re just going over the plans for today.” You pat on the space beside you, signalling for Natasha to fill it.

She instantly rushes over, causing Clint and Laura to give each other knowing looks, amused at their friends' antics.

“So Carol is going to the Rambeau’s house for Christmas; Sam is staying with Sarah and his nephews; Thor is off-world so we have no idea if he’s joining us.” Rhodey rhymes off.

“I thought he was staying with that Jane chick?” Clint says as he scratches his knee, causing Laura to flick his chest at his choice of words.

“I don’t know, he doesn’t tell me anything. Anyway, Banner might be coming tomorrow morning, uhh as for everyone else, they haven’t confirmed.” Rhodey finishes.

“Yeah, that’s the part that’s sending Tony crazy. He hates not knowing if and when people are showing up.” Pepper says as she balances her mug on her knee.

You release a laugh, “He is the worst one for showing up either unannounced or late!”

Pepper shares your laugh, “I know right, but this is a ‘Stark Christmas’, nothing can go wrong.”

The next thing that follows is a large bang on one of the windows of the compound, causing everyone to look over.

Tony’s voice fills the room via his A.I. system, “Sorry folks, that was a rogue snowball, it won’t happen again. Resume your discussion on what awesome presents you’re going to get me for the big day.”

You smirk as you watch the ice melt down the glass. Tony insisted on taking the kids outside to play in the snow. However, no snowball fight is complete without some Iron Man prototypes; a Super Soldier and the Scarlet Witch making trick shots to score the most points in the ultimate snowball battle.

“Hey, so are we all still up for the Markets tonight?” Laura redirects the conversation back onto the schedule.

Everyone nods, except you, “Markets?”

“Every year we visit the Christmas Markets down the street. They’re great for last minute gifts and just general festive fun.” Pepper explains to you.

“Oh, that sounds awesome, I can’t wait.” You say.

“Right, I’d better call the kids in. We need this Christmas Tree decorating before we set off to the Markets.” Clint says as he stands up and stretches, releasing dramatic groans in the process. Before abruptly sitting down again, causing Laura to look at him in amusement.

“Okay, I’ll probably go and change. Hey, when we set off to the Markets, can I sit with you in the car?” You ask Natasha before you get up off the couch.

Natasha instantly nods, “Yeah, sure. I’d love that.”

“Great, see you in a bit.”

Once you leave Natasha looks over at Clint and Laura, instantly regretting it when she sees them pouting at the cuteness between you and Natasha.

She grabs a couple of pillows and sends them flying towards the two, causing them to laugh at their best friend’s expense.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

Once the Christmas tree was expertly decorated, the team made their way to the Christmas Markets.

You haven’t left Natasha’s side, causing the red head to walk around in complete awe of you- especially with your reactions to all the beautifully decorated stalls.

“Ooh, Nat come look at this one!” You drag Natasha over to one of the food stalls.

Natasha’s eyes light up at the arrangement of colourful fruits waiting to be dipped in a multitude of melted chocolate.

“Wow, they look delicious. Do you want some?” Natasha asks.

“Sure, what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Natasha as you study the menu board.

Natasha can’t take her eyes off of you, causing herself to become distracted. You turn to look at her, awaiting her answer, “Oh uh, I’ll probably go for the dark chocolate covered Strawberries.” Natasha says quickly, trying to take away the attention of her new forming blush of embarrassment.

You bite your lip at her state, opting to not make her feel any worse about it, “I’ll probably go for the same but with milk chocolate.”

You move forward and place the orders in, reaching for your money to pay.

“Oh no, I’ll buy them.” Natasha says as she tries to beat you to the bill.

You grab Natasha’s hand and thread your fingers through hers, “I insist.” You say as you give her hand a squeeze.

Natasha mentally thanks you for turning back to the stall owner, allowing her cheer to herself at the fact you’re holding her hand.

Once the food is ready, you let go of her hand to pass over her Strawberries, “For the pretty Lady.” You say casually, still enough to make Natasha’s stomach flutter in fondness.

She takes them from your hands as you move to grab your own order; thanking the stall owner and bidding them a good bye.

You instantly bite into one of your chocolate covered strawberries, allowing your eyes to flutter at the taste, “Wow, you can never go wrong with these.”

Natasha takes a bite of her own, exhibiting a similar reaction, “They taste really good.” She says as she places the strawberry back down into her thick, paper box.

You bring your hand up to your lips, doing a little head dance as you finish chewing- which Natasha finds adorable.

Once you’ve swallowed your mouth full you address Natasha, “You’ve got a little chocolate on the corner of your mouth.”

Natasha uses her free hand to wipe her mouth, completely missing the mark.

You laugh, “Come here.” You gently rub away at the chocolate, removing it from her face. In that moment, you and Natasha stare into each other’s eyes, completely oblivious to your surroundings.

A few seconds pass before you clear your throat, “There, all better.”

Natasha thanks you before you resume your walk; eating your sweet treat and talking to Natasha about anything and everything.

About half an hour later, you’re near the end of the Market stalls.

Soon you’ll have to head to the local Diner to meet up with the team who are currently scattered across the Market.

You and Natasha have managed to get everyone a present for tomorrow, thankfully most of the stalls offered you a complimentary gift wrapping option, taking away at least one stress for tomorrow.

As you’re walking you notice Natasha shivering.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit cold.” Natasha avoids your eye contact, not wanting to admit the shivers are from her nerves of being with you and not wanting to mess up her opportunity of hanging out with you opposed to the cold.

“Uh, yes. Just a bit I guess.” Natasha clings to her leather jacket, hoping it was enough to convince you.

You place your gift bags on the floor, removing your Aviator jacket, “Here, take my jacket. I’m getting too warm anyway.”

Natasha gratefully accepts your Air Force jacket, admiring every patch that decorates the material.

She instantly puts it on as you pick up the bags once again.

“How come your jacket has so many patches on it?” Natasha asks as she studies each one.

“Oh, they’re like my accomplishments from within the Air Force. I’ve earned them as I’ve gone along.” You explain.

“Wow, you have a lot.’ Natasha compliments.

“I’m very good at my job.” You playfully remark, causing Natasha to laugh. Now it’s your turn to hide your blush.

Natasha feels a surge of confidence, having your jacket on makes her feel more secure. She takes your hand that’s closest to her and grips onto it, refusing to look anywhere but straight ahead.

You briefly look down to make sure you have a good grip on her hand, liking the contact.

As you look at the passing stalls, you notice a quiet one, “Let’s look at this one, the others seem quite busy.”

You gently pull Natasha towards the stall containing handmade candle holders.

Each candle holder is unique, some emit lights in the form of patterns, which reflect on the structure surrounding the stall.

Natasha has her eyes trained on one tea light holder in particular, emitting circular, glowing lights that slowly drift around.

“Forest stars.” Natasha whispers.

“Did you say something?” You ask.

Natasha is snapped out of her daze, “Sorry, it was nothing. Well, the lights they remind me of, um Fireflies. My sister, when we were kids, she would call them ‘Forest stars’. I just thought it was very fitting.”

You take another look at the lights, letting out a small breath of understanding, “Oh yeah, they do look a bit like ‘Forest stars’.”

Natasha smiles sadly, causing you to gently use her chin to guide her gaze at you, “Hey, are you alright?”

Natasha wipes at her eyes, trying to remove the tears that threaten to fall, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be, let’s go and see if we can find the others.”

Natasha breaks the contact between you, walking up towards the track that leads to the Diner.

You take another look at the lights, wondering what could have caused her to become so upset all of a sudden.

ⴵ ⴵ/./.

When you all arrived back at the Compound it was extremely late. Meaning everyone went straight to bed.

Tony looked absolutely exhausted, causing you to volunteer to put the presents out under the Christmas tree before heading up.

With a grateful hug, Tony headed upstairs to tuck Morgan in and make sure she went to sleep instead of hunting for Santa.

You carefully stack the presents under the gaps surrounding the tree. You admire every present, smiling at the ones the kids clearly wrapped; most of them being covered in excess tape and unlimited amounts of glitter.

As you’re placing the last of the presents down, you hear a noise behind you.

You instantly turn around, ready to take cover if it’s one of the kids, trying not to spoil the whole idea of Santa leaving their presents under the tree.

When you spot it’s Natasha, you release a relieved sigh, “Good job it was you, I’d hate to ruin Christmas for the little ones.” You whisper.

Natasha tugs down on the sleeves of her pyjamas, “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were up. I would have helped you if I'd known you were on present duty.” Natasha says as she points to the mountain of gifts.

“It’s okay, I thought I’d give Santa the night off, you know since he has a lot of stops to make tonight.” Natasha laughs at your answer.

“How thoughtful of you. Look, I’m sorry about before-“ You put your hand up to signal Natasha to stop talking.

“Please don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just hoped I didn’t upset you.” You say as you move to sit on a couch; Natasha joins you.

“No, not in the slightest. Being with you has made me the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.” You nod your head at her words.

“You know, I’m glad I came here. At first I wasn’t so sure about staying. I didn’t really have anywhere else to go since my Deployment finished not that long ago. Rhodey was kind enough to invite me here, where I met you, which I’m extremely grateful for.”

Natasha turns to you, not quite believing your statement, “Can I ask how you know Rhodey and Tony?”

“Yeah. Rhodey was my Mentor in the Air Force. He taught me near enough everything I know. He pushed me to achieve my goals and was there for me when no one else was. My folks, you see they um, they died when I was 17. After that I signed up for the Military. Been there ever since.”

Natasha opens up an arm to allow you to lean into, which you do, trying to hide your sadness over your Parent’s death.

“When Rhodey retired, he introduced me to Tony, since he was the one helping him through his recovery after Germany.” Natasha shifts briefly, thankful that the events in concern with the Sokovian Accords are resolved.

“We instantly clicked, he’s been like the big brother I never had. He started introducing me to his life as Iron Man. I started hanging out with his family. They both really gave me something to live for and for that I’ll appreciate them forever.”

Natasha takes this moment to tell you about her life, “My Sister, the one I mentioned at the Market. She couldn’t join us for Christmas, she’s out there saving the World from the bad guys.” Natasha says lightly.

“No but my family is back in Russia, I don’t get to see them as much as I would like. We got split up for a long time, around the time I joined the Avengers actually. Luckily we found each other again. I really miss them.” As Natasha finishes explaining, you come to understand why the memory of her Sister caused her to become upset.

You grab Natasha’s hands and start to play with them, “You know, I’m really glad I met you Natasha, you’re truly amazing. I’m so lucky to have you here with me right now.”

Natasha is about to respond when she spots something above the two of you, “Oh, look.” She says as she points at the plant hanging from the ceiling.

“Wait, is that Mistletoe? Trust Tony to be so cliche” You say jokingly.

Natasha looks at you, “Well you know what they say about Mistletoe, it would be a shame to break the tradition.”

You slowly bring your hand to cup Natasha’s face, “I guess it would.”

You both slowly lean in towards each other, allowing your lips to touch in a tender kiss.

You can both barely contain your excitement, using your hands to pull each other closer, craving each other’s touch after so much longing.

Natasha breaks away from the kiss, resting her forehead against yours as you both try to reclaim your breaths, “Natasha, can I ask you something?”

Natasha nods.

“Do you want to go out with me sometime, you know like a date?”

Natasha pushes you away by your shoulders, “You mean like a couple?”

“Well yeah, a couple of people who like each other very much and, well I’m speaking mostly for myself here but would really like to make this thing between us official.”

Natasha grabs you into another kiss, choosing to leave quick kisses along your face, causing you to laugh and hug her close, “Is that a yes?”

“Of course it is.” She says as pulls you up from the couch, ready to go to bed.

“Come on, let's get you to bed otherwise Santa won’t come.” Natasha says.

“Oh well, I’ve got everything I need right here. You’re the best gift I could ask for.” You say as you wrap your arm around Natasha.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“Really Tony, a joke book?” Rhodey holds up his unwrapped present from Tony.

“You see, that right there, is the gift that keeps on giving. Merry Christmas Rhodey.” Tony says from the tree- being the chief present distributor.

“Okay, who’s next?” Tony searches through the pile of presents to select the next one ready to be given out.

Rhodey gets your attention, “Y/l/n, my jokes are funny right?”

You wince, “Yeah, they’re awesome. They get me every time.”

Rhodey seems satisfied with your answer, motioning to Tony that he doesn’t need the book.

Natasha puts her arm around you as she leans in to whisper in your ear, “Remind me to train you to work on your lying skills.”

You playfully smack her arm, “Oh come on, you saw his face, I couldn’t tell him the truth.”

“Ahhh, y/l/n, this one's for you.” Tony throws an envelope your way.

Natasha sends him a glare for his carelessness.

You look at the tag to realise it’s from Natasha, causing you to rip it open instantly. You remove a sewn patch with an ice skate boot embroidered on it. You look at Natasha with your mouth open in surprise, “Wow Nat, I love it.”

Natasha smiles, “It’s to represent your accomplishment in facing one of your fears.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, it’s going straight on my jacket, so I always have a piece of you with me.”

Natasha pouts her lips at your words, finding your excitement especially sweet.

“Okay, Maximoff go get your gift for Natasha whilst I try to grab these presents from the back.” Tony leans down on the floor to reach further under the tree.

As the others wait for Wanda, they take the time to open their presents and thank the ones who graced them with such lovely gifts.

“Are you excited for your present from me?” You ask Natasha.

Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, “I thought you were my present?”

You smack your hand to your chest, “Stop that right now, it’s too early for me to be blushing like this.” Natasha laughs as she leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

Wanda re-enters the room, “Natasha, close your eyes.”

Natasha looks over at Wanda in hesitation, “Why?”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Just do it.”

Natasha closes her eyes as Wanda ushers for someone to enter the room.

The occupants of the room send silent greetings to the blonde, young woman.

She makes her way over to the two of you, causing you to shift away slightly. Natasha whines at the loss of contact.

“Okay Natasha, open your eyes.”

Natasha opens her eyes to see Yelena stood in front of her.

“Oh my god! Yelena! What are you doing here?!” Natasha shouts as she rushes up to give Yelena a hug.

You can’t help but smile at Natasha’s reaction, knowing how much this means to her.

“Well Sestra, I am taking a break from work and your team asked me to come over as a surprise for you and I thought ‘what an amazing idea, since I am obviously your favourite ever’, so here I am.” Natasha hugs Yelena tighter.

Yelena makes eye contact with you over Natasha’s shoulder, “Hi, I would come over but I have a ‘Natasha’ attached to me, they’re very hard to remove once they latch on.”

Natasha playfully pushes Yelena away, “Sestra, meet y/n-“

“Yes, yes, the one that stole your heart; that you are madly in love with. Wanda filled me in.”

Natasha sends an unimpressed look Wanda’s way, causing her to move over to see what Steve was unwrapping to avoid Natasha’s gaze.

“All jokes aside, it is very nice to meet you y/n. I can’t wait to get to know you.” Yelena takes a seat on the floor near the couch you’re sitting on.

“Likewise, I’m glad you’re here Yelena.”

Tony interrupts as he releases a cheer from being able to find another present.

“Oh, it’s just for Romanoff.” He says as he holds it out to her.

“I hate you.” She takes the present from him and reclaims her seat next to you.

She flips over the tag and notices the present is from you, “Aww, you really shouldn’t have.” She says as she carefully tears open the wrapping paper.

Natasha releases a gasp when she realises what it is, she carefully picks up the candle holder from the Market.

“Woah, what’s that Auntie Nat?” Cooper calls from the other side of the room.

Natasha turns it to admire every inch of it, “It’s a holder for tea lights and things. The light from the flame shines through the gaps and makes patterns on the walls.”

“What kind of patterns?” Lila asks.

Natasha looks over at Yelena, “Forest stars.”

“No way, that’s so cool. Show me!” She says eagerly.

Natasha places it back in its wrappings, “Maybe later. When did you buy that?” She directs her question at you.

“When you left I bought it just in case you wanted it. Then when you told me the story about Yelena I made sure to sneak it under the tree this Morning.”

Natasha gives you a grateful kiss, “Thank you love, it’s perfect.”

She leans her head on your shoulder, hugging her present. Your heart flutters at the nickname Natasha has chosen to give you.

You go back to watching everyone else interact with their gifts; wondering how you became so lucky to be surrounded by loved ones: new and old.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

The days that followed went by very quickly- too quickly for your liking.

You decided to extend your stay, wanting to spend as much time with Natasha and everyone as you could.

Most of your time was spent hanging out with Natasha, whether it be training with each other or laying on her bed cuddling whilst you watch some random movie recommended by F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Every day you’ve grown closer to Natasha, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

That’s what brings you to this moment- New Year’s Eve.

Tony decided to throw one of his spectacular parties to welcome the New Year in.

The kids have fallen asleep in the movie room; meanwhile the adults drink the night away whilst waiting for the countdown to midnight.

You’re just finishing up your conversation with some Ex-Military members who worked closely with Rhodey, when Natasha drags you over to the corner of the room.

“I had to make sure no one tried to steal my midnight kiss.” She says with a shrug.

“Oh is that so, well I am honoured Miss Romanoff.”

The countdown begins, “5…4…3…2…1… Happy New Year!” Everyone exclaims.

You bring Natasha into a kiss, breaking away to whisper “Happy New Year Nat.”

If only you knew what the following morning would bring.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

“No, no you’re not going. You can’t go.” Natasha paces around her bedroom. Not taking the news well of your next Deployment being announced.

“Nat, you know I have to, it’s my job. We both knew this day was coming.” You say as you walk over to her, stopping her movements.

Natasha refuses to meet your eyes, shielding her tear filled ones away.

“Sweetheart, they only last around 179 days. It will fly by, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you go to Russia and stay with your family for a while, that might help.”

Natasha looks at you in disbelief, pushing your hands away, “Only 179 days? Wow, right so I’m supposed to be grateful that you’re going for near enough five months, being in constant danger. Don’t you realise, I could lose you. I could actually lose the main person I care about, the person I love. Do you really think this will be easy for me, sending you away to be thrown straight into the danger zone. Every day I’m not with you will be like torture; not knowing if you’re okay. I-I can’t lose you detka, I can’t-“

Natasha places a hand over her face as she begins to sob.

You instantly move over to her, embracing her in a hug, “Natasha, I’m so sorry. I wish I didn’t have to go but I have to. You won’t lose me okay, do you know why? It’s because I have something worth fighting for. I need to stay alive to come home to you, to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re not going to lose me, do you understand?” You attempt to keep your voice steady, not wanting to cry.

Natasha lifts her tear soaked face up to look at you, “They haven’t even given you any notice. They want you right now, that’s not right. I can’t even say a proper goodbye to you.”

Natasha’s words break your heart, “I know, and it only happens when it’s an emergency. I’m not leaving for another hour or so, you have me now okay. Let’s make the most of it.”

“I just want to hug you.” Natasha sobs out.

You feel your tears fall, “Of course my darling, come here.” You guide Natasha over to the bed, pulling her on you to cuddle her tightly.

You both lay on the bed crying, giving each other the occasional kiss and whispered ‘I love you’s’.

You haven’t known Natasha long, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t hurt any less. You feel as though you’re losing part of you by returning to a Deployment.

“Promise me you’ll come back.” Natasha whispers.

You close your eyes as your lip trembles, “Nat, you know I can’t-“

“Please, I know you can’t, but just please say it so I know you’ll try.”

You release a heavy breath, “I promise.”

“I swear to god y/n if you don’t I’ll find you and kick your ass.” Natasha mumbles.

You let out a sad laugh, “Oh I don’t doubt that love.”

You spend the rest of your time with Natasha cuddled up, dreading the moment you have to leave her.

ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ/./. ⴵ ⴵ

It has been nearly six months since you left for your Deployment.

Every single day for Natasha has been heartbreaking.

For the first week she had Yelena staying in her room; holding her as she cried herself to sleep, worrying over the fact you might not return home.

However, Yelena had to go back to Russia for her next Assignment. She told Natasha she could stay with her but Natasha refused, not wanting to hold her sister back.

The team did everything they could to help cheer Natasha up.

They were extremely worried about her, she wasn’t sleeping, she wasn’t eating, she wasn’t Natasha. She became a shell of herself.

Tony has been a big help for her, giving her a listening ear when needed. She knows he’ll understand better than anyone since you are his best friend.

On the hardest days, Tony made sure to come equipped with the best stories he has about you in the days when you were still training and had Rhodey as your mentor.

Natasha couldn’t believe it when Tony brought her one of your old Air Force trainee hoodies that you left at his house when you used to visit all the time.

She refuses to take it off, wanting to have you close by at all times.

Natasha walks into the compound, her face looks miserable, matching her life currently.

Wanda notices her come in, walking over to bring her into a hug. Natasha gladly accepts.

“How are you feeling?”

Natasha looks at Wanda with a disappointed look, “Yeah, stupid question. Any news?”

“No, I’ve called Rhodey every day but he claims to have no idea of when she’s coming back.” Natasha wraps her arms around herself for comfort.

Wanda gives her a sympathetic smile, completely devastated that Natasha has changed so much without your presence.

“I think I'm going to go shower. I’ve just come back from a jog.” Natasha makes up an excuse to go to her room alone.

Wanda nods in understanding, “Okay, I’ll speak to you later.”

Natasha pats Wanda on the arm as a silent thank you as she makes her way to her room.

Once Natasha enters she releases a sigh, looking around at all of her belongings… until she spots something that isn’t hers.

She rushes over to the duffle bag on her bed, looking in it to find all of your clothes.

Natasha runs out her room shouting your name, needing to see you to confirm she isn’t imagining anything.

She runs into the living area, searching frantically.

Steve looks over at her, “Nat, are you-“

“Where’s y/n?” She interrupts.

“She’s on Deployment, isn’t she?”

Natasha shakes her head, “No, her bag is on my bed, which means she has come home.”

Suddenly she hears Fury coming into the room, “I knew you’d cave in sooner or later y/l/n, do you know how many times I had to ask Stark to get you on board. Too many times, I don’t like asking more than once, learn that very quickly y/l/n.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Don’t thank me yet y/l/n, you still have to pass the hardest test of all- winning the team vote.”

Before you can reply you are tackled to the ground.

You release a pained groan, not expecting anyone to jump on you.

“I hope you have better reflexes on the field.” Fury says mockingly.

Natasha sits up from you, “You’re here, you’re really here! You’re safe, why didn’t you come and find me?”

You bring Natasha into a more controlled hug as you pull her up from the ground, “I wanted to surprise you, plus I needed to speak to Fury about some things. Wait, I haven’t seen that hoodie in ages, it suits you.”

“Good, because it’s mine now. What things, what’s going on?” Natasha asks you, hugging you tightly- finally being able to do so after so long.

“Well Romanoff, it seems that y/l/n doesn’t like the Military lifestyle anymore and wants to be an Avenger.”

Natasha looks at you, “Really?”

You nod, “Really, Fury has been asking me for years and Tony has always said there’s a spot open for me if the team agrees. With my high rankings I should be able to make the swap. The only two people I need to ask now are you and Steve, what do you say, can I be on the team?”

Natasha pulls you in for a kiss, “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

You look at Steve, “Yes, but I’m not kissing you.”

You put on a fake pout causing Steve to smile.

Natasha’s eyes fill with tears, “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask as you cup her face.

“You kept your promise, you came home.”

“I’ll always come home to you Natasha, no matter what. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Welcome to the team, Avenger. This is your new home” Fury says as he makes his way out of the room.

Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all.

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