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[darkdemeter]

WOLF AT YOUR DOOR Pt. 2

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #2 —

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Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part. I've got 2 other Wanda oneshots coming up that will have smut, one of which may be quite long... like Habits II if I can.

WORD COUNT — 2.9k

READER DISCRETION — fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it?

PREVIOUS COLUMN(S) — WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

SUMMARY — Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.

“No.” 

It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh. 

“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”

Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her. 

“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”

Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story. 

But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind. 

Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing. 

But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?

That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.

She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her. 

Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet. 

Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog. 

“What?”

“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly. 

“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”

Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups. 

There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.

And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups. 

But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body. 

“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train. 

You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before. 

But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t. 

Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley. 

‘Fucking hell…’

Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough. 

Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly. 

“Yeah. Really good, actually.”

Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her. 

Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.

Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.

At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location. 

However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch. 

It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone. 

“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test. “It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place. 

“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet. 

You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”

Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already. 

“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway. 

“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company. 

You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda. 

“Good evening, how did the shopping go?” 

Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.

“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.” 

Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze. 

“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.

“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.” 

Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”

Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek. 

Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.” 

The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen. 

But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love. 

You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate. 

So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission. 

“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know. 

Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.

“Oh? Are you now?”

“Yes!”

You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands. 

“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride. 

Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”

“You know… you never did mark me.”

You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth. 

“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”

You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”

She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.

“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”

You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.

She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again. 

You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.

“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”

“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.” 

You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love. 

“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”

She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone. 

She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish. 

With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright. 

She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.

“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch. 

Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze. 

“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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[therealdisneyfan2319]

The Spider and The Witch Chapter 5: The Last Day and The Apology

Summary: When the mission goes wrong, Y/N makes a choice about his future as an Avenger.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: I'm back from depression cave. I'm going to be more intentional in continuing this story and writing fanfic in general. Please enjoy :)

The timing of the scene in front of you was impeccable.  The grenade exploded at precisely the right moment.  The pressurization of the building coupled with the spark made an incredibly loud boom as the explosion caused the building to collapse in fire and brimstone.  Debris fell around you as you flew back from the sheer force of the concussion.  You hit the concrete with a thud, coughing and sputtering as the wind was knocked out of you.  Every inch of your body hurt: a high-pitched screech echoed through your ears and completely dulled your sense of time and space.  Groaning, you tried to roll over and push yourself up, but before you realized what was happening you felt yourself once again being whipped into the air.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” an anguished voice cried out from the dust and ashes.  “WHAT DID YOU DO?”  

Wanda wrapped her magical tendrils around you, throwing you up in the air as she flew towards you.  While dust and ashes clouded your vision, her scarlet eyes were undeniably clear.  There was no denying Wanda’s anger.  She had just seen her brother blow up in front of her.  

“Wanda, put Y/N down!” Steve shouted as he sprinted toward the burning debris.

“HE KILLED PIETRO, I’LL KILL HIM!” she screamed, her voice raw with anger.  Everything suddenly became unbearably hot as the world closed in around you.  Yet just as soon as you realized you were levitating in midair you found yourself abruptly crashing back to earth.  The shock of hitting the ground knocked the wind from your lungs and you fell on your knees, coughing and sputtering for breath.

“That’s enough, Maximoff,” Tony scolded as he lowered his sonic wrist propulser.  “I promised May I’d get him back to New York in one piece.”

Wanda heaved heavily on her hands and knees, her gasps interspersed with sobs.  Natasha sprinted over to her.  She wrapped her arms around her as Wanda sobbed into her shoulder.  Steve and Bucky worked their way toward the burning building while Rhodey and Sam flew overhead searching for any signs of Pietro.

Clouds of dust settled over the chaotic war scene.  Your entire body shook as a wave of guilt washed over you.  The last thing you remember seeing before everything went black was Pietro opening the door to the building.  The next memory was a blinding flash of light, the sound of a thousand cannons, and the putrid stench of sulfur.

Oh no, you thought as everything started to add up.  Fear coursed through your veins, the thought of having killed Pietro tying your stomach into knots.

“When I said you could shoot a few webs at the bad guys, this isn’t what I meant,” Tony said as he trudged toward you over the field of debris.  “What happened?”

“I…I dunno.  You guys went after the six that I saw, but then Karen spotted three more and I didn’t think you could get to them in time so I went after them myself.  I thought I got them but…” you trailed off, staring at the burning building in front of you.  “Where’s Pietro?”

“They’re looking for him right now,” Tony explained.  “Redwing’s scanning the area.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.  There was no way that a simple apology would be enough to make up for the mess you made.

“I know, kid.  I know,” Tony sighed.  

Before you could muster another apology, Steve jogged over toward you and Tony.  He was sweaty and dirty, his crisp blue and white uniform covered in blood and dust.  A sense of trepidation hung in the air as he approached Tony, who subtly flinched at Steve’s appearance.  

“Sam found him.  Call Cho.  Let her know we’re on our way back.  We need her ready and waiting when we get back.”  He turned to look at Tony, casting an icy glare in his direction.  “I told you the kid wasn’t ready,” he replied coolly.   Steve was right: Tony threw you into a completely unpredictable situation and expected that you’d know how to react.  

“Try not to be too hard on yourself.  We got Speedy.  That’s all that matters,” Tony told you as Steve walked away.

“I put the whole mission at risk,” you answered.  It took every ounce of strength left to push yourself up from the ground.  It felt like you’d been run over by a truck and then some.

“Y/N-”

“Steve was right.  You should’ve left me back at the compound.”

******

“What do you mean you quit?!” Tony looked at you with an expression of shocked contempt as you dropped your suit on his desk.

“I quit,” you reaffirmed.  “It’s my fault that Pietro got blown up-”

“He’s got all his limbs.  Dr. Cho’s printing the sheets of tissue for the burns. He’ll be back up in speedster shape in no time.”

“That’s not the point, Mr. Stark.  The point is my mistake nearly got someone killed.  I don’t know if I could live with it if he died, and if it happens again…I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life with that weighing on me, you know?”

Tony stared at you as his mind moved at a thousand miles a minute trying to process what exactly you were saying.  The gears in his mind cranked and squeaked while he struggled to figure out the right thing to say.  He stroked his goatee, twisting around in his overstuffed chair while he thought of what to say.  Finally he stopped, tapping his fingers on the armrest as he cocked an eyebrow.  

“Don’t you want to be a doctor?”

“What?”

“That’s what you told me the first time we met.  You want to go to med school, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Doctors lose patients all the time.  You gonna quit the first time one of your patients bites the dust?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”  Tony stumped you with that question.  

“Well-”

“You do everything by the book, a perfect surgery, and for whatever reason your patient doesn’t wake up.  You just gonna quit then, kid?”

“But that’s different.  That’s not my fault if a patient doesn’t wake up.  Pietro getting blown up is my fault.  I don’t want anyone’s blood on my hands.”

“Loss is a part of the job, Y/N.  Hell, it’s part of life.  All of us here accept that.”

“Being a doctor and being a superhero are two different things in my mind.  I can’t…look Mr. Stark, I appreciate the opportunity to come and train with you and the rest of the team.  It’s been a really eye opening experience, but this isn’t for me.  I’m sorry about what happened to Pietro.  I really am.  I know Wanda’s, umm, I know she’s pretty angry with me and I know she has every right to be.  I mean I almost killed her brother.  I don’t want to mess up the team’s dynamic any more than I already have.  I’d rather go out on top, you know?  No one else can get hurt if I leave.  I’m sorry, but I’m not going to change my mind on this one.”

The tension between you and Tony was palpable.  Anxiety twisted your stomach in knots as you felt him bearing into your soul.  

“Fine,” he finally relented, pushing his chair away from the desk.  “You’re a big boy.  I can’t make you stay if you don’t want to.  So I’ll just take that then if you’re sure…you are sure you don’t want to do this, right?”  You nodded emphatically as Tony sighed and rubbed his temples.  “Did you call May yet?”

“I was gonna shoot her a text-”

“I’ll call her.  Never pass up an opportunity to talk to that woman,” he chuckled.  “Look, I get that everything’s a bit raw now, but the offer still stands.  If you ever feel the urge to swing around in spandex again just give me a call.  Or if you need an internship or a reference for med school or something.  I’ve got some pull with the Harvard-MIT Program.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.  Really.  It means a lot to me.”  He shook your sweaty hand firmly.

“You pack your things already?”

“Not yet.”

“Alright, you go pack, I’ll call May.  Should be good to go in a couple of hours.”  You turned around, reaching for the doorknob.  “Shut the door on your way out, will you?” Tony hollered from behind the desk.

******

May was only a half hour or so out from the compound by the time you finished packing up the last of your stuff.  You would’ve been done sooner had Vision not phased through the wall to confirm the validity of the rumor that you were indeed leaving the Avengers.  He proceeded to talk your ear off, philosophizing something fierce about the ideas of moral duty and responsibility.  It wasn’t quite clear what the point of the conversation was.  Still, you thanked him for his advice and awkwardly stared as he once again phased out of the room. 

You took one final sweep around the room for anything you might’ve left behind.  Once you were sure it was clear, you made your way through the maze of hallways and staircases to, not the main entrance, but the infirmary.  Pietro was still undergoing daily treatment at the hands of Dr. Cho.  While it looked like he would pull through, it was going to be a long road to recovery.  He suffered from burns all over his body, broken bones, and a concussion amongst a myriad of injuries.  The thought of leaving without apologizing to him made you sick to your stomach.  So instead of waiting for May in the bitter January wind, you decided that your time would be better spent trying to make amends for your mistake.

The infirmary was a dark, cold space.  It didn’t promote any sense of healing or comfort in your opinion.  The hallways were dark, the furniture was dark, the Stark Tech that filled every room was buzzing with excitement but was also dark.  This was definitely not the way to run any sort of hospital wing.  

Your stomach tied itself in knots the closer you got to Pietro’s room.  There was no way to predict how he’d react to seeing you for the first time since the moment before he got blown up.  For a split second you thought about turning around.  Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.  Yet deep down you now you’d never get a good night’s sleep unless you apologized for your major goof up.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly as you pushed the door open.  You were relieved to see Pietro was conscious, albeit hooked up to almost a dozen machines.  But your heart stopped the second you saw Wanda sitting next to her brother’s bedside.

“Get.  Out.” Wanda snarled, her eyes burning bright red.  You gulped hard, nearly tripping over your feet as you stumbled out of the doorway into the hallway.  There was no way in hell you wanted to be at the receiving end of another one of her outbursts.  “Don’t you dare-”

“It’s okay,” Pietro gasped.  His voice was ragged and raw from the smoke and ash he inhaled after the building collapsed.  The harshness to Pietro’s voice made you squirm. 

“Pietro-”

“It’s okay,” he repeated.  “He can come in.”  

Wanda’s eyes slowly melted back to their original shade of green although you could’ve sworn there was still a glimmer of fire smoldering somewhere in there.  You slowly slunk into the room, heartbeat pounding in your throat as you inched toward Pietro’s bed.

“Hey,” you gulped.

“Hey,” Pietro said, his lips curling into a weak grin as he tugged on his sister’s sleeve.  “Can you give us a minute?”  Wanda started to protest, but he shut her down with another tug on her sleeve.  “Please?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ll be fine.  Not like he can blow me up again, right?” he chuckled.  Wanda shot daggers into your soul with her glare.  She stormed out of the room but not without stopping inches away from your body.  

“Hurt him again and you’re going home in pieces, understand?” she gritted through clenched teeth.  You nodded overenthusiastically.  The witch pushed by as she stormed out the door.

“Sorry about her.  She’s a little protective,” Pietro apologized weakly.

“I can see that,” you mumbled.  You were still staring through the doorway.  

“I can’t blame her.  It’s been just us for a long time.”

“She mentioned that”

“Our parents were killed when we were ten.  One of Tony Stark’s bombs crashed through our apartment building.  We were trapped for two days, waiting for it to go off.  It didn’t, but after that we shuffled through orphanages until we ran away to join HYDRA.”

“Peter never mentioned that.”

“Ehh.” Pietro shrugged.  “My sister doesn’t like to talk about it much.  HYDRA wasn’t kind to either of us.  I’m not one for revenge, but she took it the second she could.”

“So the whole thing about her puppeteering corpses-”

“Not one of her better moments,” he chuckled weakly.  “Wanda’s not a bad person, she’s just a protector.”

You stared down at your shoes, feeling immensely guilty for everything that happened.  Your ineptitude nearly cost Wanda everything she had left.

“I’m sorry about all of this,” you apologized.  

“Why are you sorry?” Pietro cocked an eyebrow.  “This isn’t your fault.”

“Yeah it is.  I should’ve seen he had the grenade on his belt.”

“If you hadn’t webbed him to the building a lot more of us would’ve been hurt.  And there’s a chance they would’ve gotten away with the virus if it wasn’t for you.”

“But you got blown up!  That’s on me!”

“Occupational hazard.  Could’ve happened whether or not you were with us or still on the Quinjet.”

Nothing you could say would change Pietro’s mind, or Tony’s for that matter: this was a mistake.  It wasn’t your fault.  That was easy enough for them to say: they weren’t the ones who dealt with the gnawing guilt.

“I told Mr. Stark that I’m.  May’s on her way here now.”

“Oh.”  Pietro’s face dropped as soon as he realized what you were saying.  “That’s sad.  I like you.  You’re a good guy.”

“I just don’t want to be a superhero.  Besides, the semester’s starting soon and I’ve gotta get back to the city.”

Pietro leaned back on his pillow.  He looked out the window, not saying anything as he let out a raspy sigh.  The room was uncomfortably quiet, save the beeping of all the various machines keeping Pietro stable.  Figuring that was the end of the conversation, you awkwardly turned around intent on leaving when a quiet voice spoke into the emptiness:

“She doesn’t hate you.  She’s mad that she couldn’t stop it herself.”

******

“Are we going to talk about it?” May finally asked about an hour into your drive back into Manhattan.  

“I’m not really sure what there is to say, May.  I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“Woah woah woah.  I’m not mad at you.  If you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to, but I’d like to know just what the hell happened on that mission.”

“Pietro went boom.  Well, the building went boom with Pietro in it.”

“And it’s your fault because-?”

“I didn’t see that the bad guy had a grenade strapped to his belt.”

“And he set it off?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t see how that’s your fault.”

“I should’ve noticed that!  I didn’t and Pietro nearly died!”

“But he didn’t, Y/N.  Tony’s right, this isn’t your fault at all!”

“Look, May, I just want to go back to school.  I don’t want to be Spider-Man or whatever.  I just want to be normal.” 

You were completely exasperated with everyone’s insistence that Pietro’s blood wasn’t on your hands.  It was aggravating, irritating to say the least.  Why was everyone so insistent that YOU become the next Spider-Man?  Weird enhanced powers were one thing…you could manage those.  But all the other stuff?  Absolutely not.  All you wanted was a quiet, normal, peaceful life.  

May didn’t respond.  She inhaled sharply, nodded, and slowly turned the radio back up.  You rested your head against the window, watching as the luscious green valley slowly morphed into the familiar hustle and bustle of Manhattan.  You were finally going home.

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 74)

Summary: It’s time to head into battle and come face to face with Thanos

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: its the snap so HEAVY ANGST! Character deaths! Canon Typical Violence! Language!

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Chapter 74: Battle of Wakanda

You held onto Steve’s hand as you rode into battle, the plan was to keep the fight on the grasslands and away from the city. All you needed to do was to keep the army occupied enough until the stone was destroyed. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was easier than actually killing Thanos.

“How are we looking Bruce?” Nat asks looking over her shoulder at Bruce who was running behind in the hulk buster armour.

After he told you about his encounter with Thanos, he explained how the Hulk was refusing to come out at all. So you suggested he called on veronica and used the Hulk buster armour. It wasn’t as strong as the actual Hulk but it would do.

“yeah I think I’m getting the hang of it” Bruce calls back as he flies ahead of the hovercraft you were in “wow this is amazing man! It’s like being the hulk without actually being the hulk”

He then trips up falling flat on his face with a loud grunt. You have to try not to laugh, biting your lip to keep your face straight. You glance up at Steve seeing him also struggling not to laugh as the hovercraft passed Bruce.

“I’m okay!” Bruce calls out as he stands.

Once you were far enough away from the city you all climbed out of the hovercrafts and moved into position. All the different groups of people T’Challa had called on stood in their ranks waiting for their orders. You stood beside Steve, your thumb gently running over his hand calmingly.

“I’ve got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line” Rhodey informs.

You and Steve look at each other, nodding slightly before letting go of each other’s hands. You needed all the advantages you could get, you weren’t going to let your enemies have one by showing where your weaknesses lay.

“Let’s go greet our visitors’ captain” T’Challa says turning to Steve.

Steve nods glancing over his shoulder at you before walking off with T’Challa and Nat. You took a shaky breath as you watched him go, you flexed your hands' tiny flames appearing between your fingers. Preparing yourself to jump in at a moment’s notice.

As Steve approached he recognised the female alien from Edinburgh but this time she was joined by a different male, one that was the same size as the hulk. Her original counterpart clearly hadn’t fared well after their encounter in Edinburgh. A fact that Steve found reassuring since it meant one less to deal with, and if they took one out before they could do it again.

“Where’s your other friend?” Nat smirks tilting her head in fake concern.

“You will pay for his life with yours” the female retorts glaring over at Nat.

“Thanos will have that stone” she warns glancing over at Steve.

“That’s not gonna happen” Steve states.

“You are in Wakanda now, Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood” T’Challa warns her.

“We have blood to space” she retorts before lifting her sword to the air, the ships behind her opening up to let the army out.

Steve glances over at Nat and T’Challa keeping his face neutral despite the odds they were facing before turning away and heading back towards you.

“They surrender?” Bucky asks as Steve moves to stand beside you once more.

“Not exactly” Steve sighs glancing down at you.

The ground rumbled as the army charges out of the ships towards the border. T’Challa shouts out a chant to his soldiers preparing them for battle. As the army breaks out from the trees you see the creatures were animalistic in looks. They reminded you of hellhounds except they lacked fur and had an extra set of arms.

“What the hell?” Bucky mutters as you grimace at the creatures.

“Looks like we pissed her off,” Nat says glancing up at Steve.

You watch as the hounds meet the border instantly being stopped. They scramble trying to force their way through losing limbs, killing themselves as they tried. It was carnage.

“They’re killing themselves,” Okoye says in horror.

A lucky few managed to force their way through the barrier, their skin burning. The king’s guards activated their shields in front of you raising their spears and firing at the few that approached. Bucky raised his gun beginning to fire and you blasted them back with fireballs. The hounds screamed in anguish before collapsing to the floor.

Rhodey flew overhead dropping a few bombs where the hounds were entering. Once the smoke cleared you could see the hounds splitting up trying to find weak points further along the border.

“Cap if these guys circle the perimeter and get in behind us there’s nothing between them and vision” Bruce warns, your mind instantly going to JJ.

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us” Steve agrees glancing over at T’Challa.

“How do we do that?” Okoye asks

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa says “on my signal open north-west section 17, on my signal”

You sigh looking up at Steve who nods as he activates his new shields. You clench your fists preparing yourself for take off.

“WAKANDA FOREVER!” T’Challa shouts.

The entire army shouts in response before charging down the hill into battle. You take off into the skies, flying ahead towards the hounds. As you approach you see the small section open allowing the hounds to enter the dome. They only had a small entrance point bottlenecking them, you also created a large mound and ditch for them to get over slowing them down more. Once a few landed in the ditch you flew past blasting them all with fire.

Steve met the aliens who got through in the shallow river, he punched any that got too close using the pointed edges of his shield to stab them. You landed in the river nearby summoning as much water as you could, you sucked in as many hounds as you could drowning them as you created your wave. Once large enough you crashed it back down towards their army.

You saw a hound approach you in your periphery, so you encase him in a block of ice, you send a large gust of wind towards it pushing the block over causing it to shatter into little pieces. As you turn you see Bucky had been pinned down by one of the hounds so you summoned roots to grab the hound's limbs before tearing it apart. Bucky grimaces as he wipes the blood off his face.

“Remind me never to piss you off,” he says picking up his gun and firing at another hound that was approaching from behind you.

You smirk before running back into the fight, using all the elements to take out as many hounds as you could in one go. You created sinkholes for them to fall into, crushing them. You used the wind to blow them back towards the border. Froze them into ice blocks and sent fireballs straight at them.

However, despite your best efforts everyone was beginning to become overwhelmed. You could see Steve was pinned down by multiple hounds, desperately trying to push them off. You tried to help firing fireballs at them but you had your own hounds to deal with and you were barely dodging their attacks. One of them manages to knock you to the ground, you see its claws going for your face so you raise your arms created a shield of ice but it instantly starts to crack.

You were starting to panic when in the corner of your eye you saw the Bifrost appear, the next thing you knew was the hounds pinning you down had been chopped in half. You quickly stood looking over to the Bifrost where you see Thor step out with a tree-like creature and a rabbit. No, a raccoon. You still got the two confused to this day. You were overcome with a sense of relief seeing your brother alive.

“you guys are so screwed now!” Bruce shouts laughing at Thanos’ army.

“Bring me Thanos!” Thor growls before charging into battle, summoning a large lightning strike against the army taking out a large chuck in one go.

You dive straight back into battle, both you and Steve making your way over to Thor. You threw out your arms blasting all the hounds away from you as you ran towards Thor. He turned seeing you approach a smile formed on his face but that smile faded when you punched him across the face.

“I thought you were dead asshole!” you shout as Thor chuckles.

“It’s good to see you too sister” he chuckles pulling you in for a quick hug.

“We have a lot to catch up on after all this,” you say stepping away and glancing towards Steve.

“New haircut?” Steve asks nodding to Thor’s now much shorter hair.

“Noticed you’ve copied by beard” Thor smiles pointing to his beard, Steve nodding as he caught his breath.

“By the way this is a friend of mine, Tree” Thor says introducing you to the tree who’d just impaled 3 hounds.

“I am Groot” Groot says holding up the three hounds.

“I am Steve Rogers,” Steve says introducing himself.

“That’s not what he- whatever, let’s leave the catch-up for after,” you say glancing between the two of them.

You feel the ground rumbling beneath your feet, looking over you see the ground tear itself apart as these machines burst out of the ground. You use your powers to disrupt them as much as you can but it still sends your army scrambling to get out of harm's way.

“Fliers we’re gonna need you to focus on those things” Steve orders as you take off towards them.

You fly straight towards the side of one of them sending a large fireball at the side of it causing it to break down and crash. You break a couple more before moving to fly beside Sam. As you do so you can see Vision crash out of the lab with one of the aliens causing you to curse.

“Guys we got a vision situation here,” Sam says into the comms.

You glance to the side seeing one of the hounds leaping to through the air towards you and Sam. You manage to dodge out of the way, but it tackles Sam to the ground.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve shouts into the comms.

“On it!” you shout flying towards visions but as you do so you also get knocked out of the sky by a hound.

You growl in frustration as you hit the ground blasting it into the air before firing a large fireball at it. You get to your feet, noticing the female alien was stood over Wanda. You run over knowing you had to get Wanda to Vision. Nat and Okoye join you and the three of you surround the alien.

“You’ll die alone,” the alien says to Wanda.

“She’s not alone,” Nat says getting the attention of the alien, she looks around seeing she’s surrounded before growling as she attacks.

The three of you fight back, one of you distracting while the other land attacks. You create a large ice pick using it like a sword to stab at the alien. She turns however slicing your ice pick with her own sword making it shatter, you growl in annoyance as you throw away the shards. When Nat attacks with her electric batons she manages to knock the sword out of her hand which you catch. It was larger and heavier than any sword you fought with before, however before you get a chance to swing Wanda uses her power to lift the alien up into the sky right into one of the machines, blood splattering everywhere.

“that’s really gross” Nat mutters as she sits back up.

As you fought the alien Steve ran to protect Vision, punching the male alien from Edinburgh away before he could take the stone. He shouts at Vision to get out of there before turning to face the alien once more. The alien manages to kick steve to the side, sending him tumbling to the ground. Before Steve has a chance to get up the alien pins him to the ground grabbing him around his neck and choking him.

Steve grabs at his hand trying to get him off but he couldn’t, black spots appearing in his vision. Suddenly the alien lets up as he gets stabbed from behind and lifted up into the air. Steve gasps for air looking up to see Vision throwing the now-dead alien to the floor. Vision then collapses next to Steve, Steve helps him sit up before getting him to stand.

“I thought I told you to go,” Steve says as he holds Vision up.

“We don’t trade lives captain” Vision reminds him, Steve nods gratefully knowing that if Vision hadn’t intervened he probably wouldn’t be alive right now.

You and Wanda land a short distance away, running over to meet Steve and Vision. Wanda runs straight over to Vision while you meet Steve.

“Are you okay?” you ask cupping his cheeks.

“I’m fine” Steve nods his voice still hoarse.

“Good” you smile breathing out a sigh of relief.

You were then interrupted by Vision groaning in pain, looking over you see him look around with fear in his eyes.

“he’s here” Vision mutters.

Everything goes quiet as you look around trying to work out where he was, or where he was coming from.

“Everyone on my position, we have incoming,” Steve says into the comms.

You all look around sensing the energy changing around you, an unsettling feeling overcoming making you shift nervously. Then behind Bruce, a portal appears and Thanos steps out. The purple titan was much larger than you expected, he gazed over at all of you before settling his gaze on Vision.

“Cap… that’s him,” Bruce says confirming your worst suspicions.

Steve glares over at Thanos with determination, they’d survived this long, they could survive this. He activates his shields once more as he starts his approach.

“Eyes up, Stay sharp” he orders as you all advance.

Bruce attacks first but Thanos uses the space stone to make him phase through him, straight into the rockface behind. Steve tries next but before he can even get close he’s thrown to the side, landing with a heavy thud. He groans clutching his side as he pushes himself up, he sees you standing guard over Wanda and Vision. You create a wall of ice blocking them off from Thanos before turning to face Thanos.

As Steve stands he sees Wanda start to destroy the stone, he wished it hadn’t come to this but he was glad Wanda was doing what was needed. He watches as Thanos works his way through the Avengers throwing them aside until only you remained between him and Wanda. He couldn’t help himself Steve ran towards you, sliding under Thanos’ legs before standing and attacking, managing to land a couple of punches. Steve yells for you to get away before turning to face Thanos, catching the gauntlet-covered hand in his. He uses all his strength to keep Thanos back, yelling through the pain. However, Thanos lands a hard punch to Steve’s head knocking him out cold to the floor.

“Steve!” you shout, growling in anger as you fire ice and fire at Thanos repeatedly.

He blocks everything you send at him, you try stopping him with roots but he broke free easily. You then get blasted far off to the side, landing in the middle of a bunch of hounds. They all turn on you instantly, you feel their claws scratch and cut your skin as you struggled to get them off you. You could hardly see the sky there were so many covering you.

Suddenly they were all gone when an explosion rocks the battlefield. You look over towards the woods realising Wanda had done it. She’d destroyed the stone. You’d won. The battle was over. You drop your head back in relief, a weak chuckle escaping your lips.

As Steve woke back up he brings his hand to his head groaning as sat up with the worst headache he’d ever had. He looks around but his vision is blurred, as he blinks the image becomes clearer but when it does he sees Thanos standing over vision, rebuilding his body and the stone. He tried to get to his feet but he couldn’t find his footing falling back to the ground with a heavy groan. The next thing Steve is aware of is large flashes of lightning and an explosion of light followed by the sound of Thor yelling.

Steve is finally about to get to his feet a few moments later, he clutches his ribs as he takes a couple of painful steps. He spots Thor standing a short distance away, his axe on the floor below him, the blade covered in purple blood. Steve walks over using trees to support himself as he went.

“where’d he go?” Steve asks panting as he looked around for Thanos.

“Thor?” Steve asks again, his voice breaking.

Steve looks back over at Thor who just looked back at him shellshocked and terrified.

“where’d he go?” Steve presses.

“Steve?” he then hears Bucky call out.

He turns to look in Bucky’s direction, watching as Bucky looked at his hand briefly before looking back at Steve. Bucky’s steps faltered as he then dissolves into a pile of ash. Steve blinks a couple of times trying to work out if this was a concussion-induced hallucination. He walks over to where Bucky stood, his hand running over the ash on the floor, his breath catching realising what was happening. Thanos had won and half the universe was disappearing.

He quickly gets to his feet, spinning around as he tries to find you. When he doesn’t instantly spot you he begins to panic.

“Y/N! Y/N where are you! Y/N!” he shouts as he searches for you, the fear getting more and more real when you don’t respond.

He holds back his tears, his voice failing him as he continued to call out and search for you. His chest felt tight and he began to stumble. He was about to give up hope when he heard you shout for him.

“Steve!” you shout in the distance.

“Y/N!” he shouts back turning around to where your voice was coming from.

“Steve where are you!” you shout running through the trees.

“Over here!” he calls out finally spotting you through the trees.

You stop when you see him, running straight over into his arms. Steve groans at the impact, being pretty sure that he had a couple of broken ribs. But he didn’t care he had you and that was all that mattered. He held onto you tightly his body shaking with relief.

“Steve” you mutter quietly.

He looks down at you seeing the worried look in your eyes “What?” he asks gently.

You go to say something but your breathing becomes laboured and Steve feels you go weak in his arms.

“Y/N? Princess?” Steve asks dropping to his knees, holding onto you tightly.

Your eyes search the sky for a moment before settling on his “Steve” you whisper.

“no, no, no” Steve mutters tears falling as you turn to ash in his arms.

He desperately grabs at the ash, before looking down at his own hands. He waited for what felt like an eternity but nothing happens. He remains whole. The tight feeling in Steve’s chest returns. It feels like his heart had been torn from his chest and repeatedly stabbed. He’s faintly aware of Nat walking over to Vision's body, turning it over to reveal the stone was gone. She looks back over at him a terrified expression on her face before asking a question that hadn’t even crossed Steve’s mind.

“JJ” she mutters.

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I don’t want to hurt you 

Wanda x male reader Chapter 2

Y/N POV:

I open my eyes while groaning in pain to see that I’m in a glass chamber. I didn’t remember what happened or how did I get knock out to begin with. All I could remember was accepting an apology.

A few minutes pass until someone enter the room. They appear to be tall man with a small beard and mustache. There’s a glowing device on their and they’re wearing glasses. The only separating me and the man were the glass chamber I was in.

“I see you’ve finally woken up.” Says the man.

“Where am I?” I ask him.

“Where you can’t hurt anyone.” He answers.

I try to use my powers to read his mind, but my powers don’t want to work anymore. I realize that the chamber that I’m in cancels my powers.

“Smarter than you look.” I say with an impressive voice.

“Listen, the thing is you won’t be able to get out.” He says to me. “So just answer our questions.”

“I can’t.” I tell him.

“Why not?” he asks me.

“You haven’t asked me a question yet.” I answer.

Avengers POV:

They all started to laugh at what the man said to Tony.

“Even if you ask me, I won’t answer anything.” I added.

“You just got burned Tony,” said Bruce.

“Please someone help me not forget this.” Says Nat.

Y/N POV:

“Shut up.” Says Tony through the microphone in his ear.

“Well, at least a hint?” He asks me.

“Fine” I answer. “Sokovia, 2000.”

The man leaves the room. I wait to see what results I get from what I said.

3rd person POV:

The Avengers were confused on the hint that the man gave them.

“Anyone know what happened in Sokovia in that year?” asks Steve to the team.

“The only people that know is Wanda and Pietro.” answers Natasha.

Steve looks at the twins.

“Did anything happen in that year?” asks Steve.

“Well, in that year we were just kids.” answers Pietro. “We only had movie nights and then-.”

“Stop lying Pietro.” Wanda interrupts. “You know what happened that day.”

“What do you mean?” asks Tony.

“I think you should get my mom and dad.” Wanda suggests. “They know what happened that night.”

“FRIDAY, bring the Maximoff family here.” says Tony.

It takes two hours for the Maximoff family. It takes a while for feel like home and after a while of chatting they decide to give them the question of what happened in 2000.

“Why is that of your interest?” asks Olek (AKA MR. MAXIMOFF)

“Well, there’s a prisoner here that just talked about Sokovia and the Year.” answers Sam.

“Wait, how does the prisoner look like?” asks Iryna (AKA MRS, MAXIMOFF)

“I don’t know. Tall, not much personality in them, and with powers with dark blue color.” answers Tony.

“Well, back in the year... God I wish I could’ve done something.” Says Iryna as her voice almost breaks.

“It’s ok, I tell them the story.” Said Olek. “Back in 2000, we were having a movie night with our kids, everything was going fine until the whole house started to shake, we didn’t know what was going, all we could do was put the twins under the table.” 

“What happened after the earthquake.” asks Vision.

“Me and Iryna looked outside to see a blue force flied surrounds our house and on the ground was a little boy.” said Olek, “He made the force field, after he turned it off, he turned around, saw us, and ran away before we could get to him.”

“Every day, I feel terrible for not doing anything for the little boy.” say Iryna as she starts to cry.

“I believe we might’ve grabbed the little boy.” says Vision as Iryna and Olek look at him confused. “The color of the force field may be the same as the one color that the man used to attack us.”

“What do you mean?” Asks Olek.

“On the last mission we were at there we brought someone with us with the exact color of their powers.” says Rhodey.

“We may have the man that save your lives.” adds Clint.

“I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but it worth the try.” says Nat.

“Show us the way” says Olek.

They were about to lead the family in the cell until a red portal opens in front of them. A woman comes out the portal. The Avengers started to tense up, because they don’t know who she is.

“I’m sorry, what did I miss?” asks the woman.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” asks Tony.

“Oh right, where are my manner?” She speaks. “I’m Piper L/N and you have my brother in a cell, so that’s unacceptable.”

“Wait, the man in the cell is your brother?” asks Iryna.

“Yeah, I need to get my brother out that glass chamber.” answer Piper. “So, can you pl-

Piper gets interrupted because she got hugged by Iryna.

“Oook, you know my brother Y/N.” she says.

“Yeah, but when did you have a brother?” asks Olek.

“Since, forever.” says Piper.

“But how? I never saw you in Sokovia” says Olek.

“Oh, the night.” says Piper. “I met him after that night.”

“Ok, you got to explain this to us.” says Bruce.

Piper started to explain who he was. Apparently, Y/N is demon, he always hid his powers because he hated himself for what he was and that he couldn’t control his powers when he’s mad. She explained that Y/n was travelling through world to see if he can find home, but during the half of the travel he stopped a missile and about two people that saw him. She then said that after that she found him, found out that he was her brother, so she took him in her house, and now they had to go separate now. Until now.

“So, your brother’s name is Y/N?” asks Steve.

“Yes, and you guys have him in a cell.” answers Piper. “So, please let him out.”

“Yeah, not happening.” says Tony.

“Why not” asks Piper.

“Because he almost killed us.” answers Nat.

“Hmmm, Strange.” said Piper. “Usually, he never leaves someone nearly dead when he’s mad.”

“Listen, He not coming out.” says Bruce.

“Ok. Let’s make a deal if I can make him get out then you’ll leave him be.” says Piper.

“If you can get him out?” asks Steve.

“Yes.” answers Piper.

“Ha, like to see you try.” says Tony.

Piper POV:

Piper then goes to the cell where Y/N is located. When she enters the room where Y/N is at Y/N is surprised to see Piper again.

“Well, this is quite a surprise.” says Y/N.

“Happy to see me.” Piper asks.

“Yes, haven’t seen you for two years.” answers Y/N.

“Well, here we are now.” says Piper.

“You know that Avengers are here.” says Y/N.

“I know and they know as well.” say Piper.

“... You told them, right?” asks Y/N

“Yep.” answer Piper.

“I’m not trusting you ever again.” says Y/n. “Are you here to break me out?”

“Yes.” answer Piper.

“And how are you going to do that?” asked Y/N.

“I’ll use this ball crystal to get you out.” Speaks Piper as she summons a ball crystal.

“Are you sure that’s not the one the splits you?” asks Y/N.

“Nope, it’s the teleporter.” answers Piper.

She throws the ball that goes through glass wall. Y/N then goes inside the ball which she could only see his face.

“Oh no” Y/N says.

The ball then splits into 5 parts. Each one turn into a color. The first one turn into Red, the second Yellow, the third white, the fourth black, and the fifth green. From each crystal came out a Y/N with their eyes glowing the color of their crystal

To be continued...

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I'm really scared to post this, its darker and more graphic than I've ever done but when I read it through I kinda like it. I hope y'all like it too.

Please let me know what you think.

Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 7

Warnings: 18+ only!!! NonCon, rape, forced drugging, anal rape, forced oral male and female, kidnapping, swearing. Seriously this shit is pretty dark.

Tony almost dropped the phone "What do you mean she's missing? You were supposed to be watching her." His voice getting louder as he went. "How did you lose her, Val? Why did she leave the property without you?"

Val shook her head "I don't know Tony. I get up before her alarm goes off every morning. She must have gotten up early to go ride. I'll find out her usual trail and see if I can find anything."

Tony was pissed "You better get on it. Now I have to tell Barnes and listen to him rant. Don't be surprised if he shows up there looking for blood."

Val gulped "I know, Tony. I'm on this."

After she hung up Val turned to MJ and Peter "When she rides, does she have a route she sticks to? I need one of you to take me on her path and see of we can find any clues. Although, I'm pretty sure we all know who is behind this but maybe we can find something."

She called Carol and Maria to get them onsite to protect the the volunteers and horses while she walked Friday's path.

MJ took Val for a walk while Peter took care of morning feeding and chores. Peter mumbled and was half crying with worry. Friday was his mentor and had been there for him for years, even before he met MJ.

On their walk Val grilled MJ about Friday's habits, hoping to find a clue somewhere in there. MJ was going on about the stable when Val interrupted her "Wait, there's something shiny in the gutter there. And what looks like blood on the curb."

MJ cried as she picked up the shiny "This is Friday's ring. Her mom gave it to her, she would never let this go"

Val nodded "I'll bet this is her blood. She probably hit her head when she fell off of Destry. It's not too much blood so hopefully shes ok."

Val called Tony to up date him but his phone went to voicemail. She figured he was on the phone so sent him a text.

Meanwhile, Tony was trying to be patient as he called Bucky "Hey Barnes-"

Bucky interrupted, half asleep "Tony? What's going on? Why are you calling me so early?"

Tony took a sip of coffee, trying to wake himself up "We have a bit of a problem. I just spoke to Val and-"

Bucky sat up in bed "Val? Wasn't she one of the guards you sent for Friday? Is she ok? What the fuck happened?"

Tony tried to calm him down "Ok Barnes, don't panic. We don't know where she is. Apparently she went for a ride without waking Val up and her horse came back without her."

Bucky exploded "What the fuck are you telling me Stark? She's just gone? How could your people let this happen?" He jumped out of bed and started the shower. "We already know who's behind this. Didn't take Rumlow long to strike. I'll be there at her stable in 20. Meet me." And he hung up leaving Tony to call Rhodey and Happy to take him.

Pepper kissed him goodbye with tears in her eyes "Please find my friend, Tony."

Tony held her and promised "We will".

When Bucky hung up on Tony he called Steve, Sam and Clint to come with him to Friday's and his mother to pick up Becca for a few days. He sent them to a safe house that even Sharon and Dot didn't know about. Clints wife Laura(who used to work for Bucky before she had kids so was trained in multiple guns and hand to hand) stayed with Becca while she slept and joined them, with her kids, to the safe house.

After his shower Bucky dressed quickly in jeans a t-shirt and his leather jacket. He left his house on his motorcycle, next to Steve on his with Sam and Clint following in his SUV. When they arrived at the stable, Tony was already there talking to MJ and Val. Bucky dismounted his bike and went straight to Tony.

"So what do we have? Anything?" He asked breathlessly.

Tony turned to him, speaking calmly so as not to upset Bucky any more but he knew it wouldn't work. "We have a horse with no rider, the kid looked him over and no clues, no injuries. When they walked her usual route Val and MJ found a ring that belongs to Friday and some blood on the pavement nearby."

"BLOOD??? You found blood on the pavement? Are you sure it's hers?" Bucky sounded desperate "You're positive it's blood?" He started hyperventilating.

Tony touched his shoulder and Bucky jumped "Look Buck, I know how you feel about her but now isn't the time to break down. We need to stay calm and be smart about this. Take a breath and let's see of we can figure out where she might be."

Friday woke up with a pounding headache. She reached up to touch her head and could barely move, feeling something wrapped around her wrists. Her head was damp, like blood. She tried to move her legs but they were restrained too. She opened her eyes and was grateful.the room wasn't too bright. She was laid out on a bed with nothing but her bra and panties on. The room was small with only the queen sized bed and a dresser, no windows and nothing that could help her from where she was tied up. She remembered not being able to sleep and taking Destry for a ride. A plastic bag startled him and that's all she could remember. It was Brock, she knew it had to be, that it wasn't over.

Friday was scared. She knew Brock was ruthless and wouldn't put it past him to kill her and her friends just for some business deal. She worried that Destry didn't make it home safe and hoped that MJ and Peter found him. She knew that her friends would easily figure out who took her but didn't know what they could do against Brock, they weren't gangsters and she didn't want any of them hurt because of her.

Friday started panicking, trying to pull her arms and legs free, she felt her heart racing and tried not to cry. Her chest hurt and she couldn't catch her breath when it got worse. She heard the door opening and tried to calm herself with no luck.

Brock walked in and looked her over. "I like you like this, almost naked and tied up, waiting for me to decide what to do with, or to, you." He laughed "I told you I would have you and it won't be long now. I just have to wait for Barnes to call me, then the fun begins" Brock ran his hand from her neck to her mound and grabbed her hard, making Friday wince. "Might as well get yourself comfortable while we wait" he pulled out a syringe and injected it into her arm. "As much as taking you dry, with no prep sounds appealing it'll be more fun if Barnes can hear how wet this cunt is. Plus this'll make it easier to make you cum. I can barely wait, you'll be begging me soon" He paused as he opened his pants and pulled his cock out. "But who says I have to wait" he started jacking himself off, fondling her with his other hand and groaning as he climbed up on her, smacked her face with his cock a few times and warned "Biting me will only make it worse" and shoved his cock into her mouth until she was gagging around him. "Fuck, this mouth is hot. I knew you would be a tiger. I've been waiting so long for you that I don't think I'll last long this time"

Friday gagged and cried but could barely catch her breath as he fucked her mouth roughly.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum" he grabbed his phone and started filming as he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face. When he caught his breath he took a few pictures. "Barnes should love these pics and they are just the beginning"

Brock put himself away and left Friday crying with his cum drying on her face.

Bucky, Tony and their men were in Friday's office trying to figure out where Brock might have taken her when Bucky's phone chimed he looked and announced "private number, a burner phone, so it's Brock" when he opened the text he swore at the pictures and felt his blood boiling, gripping the phone so hard he almost cracked it.

Tony tried to grab the phone but Bucky wouldn't let him take it. "What is it Barnes?"

Buckys face had lost all its color and he felt like he could cry or scream or tear Brock apart piece by piece "It's Friday in a uh, compromising position. I don't think she would want everyone seeing her like this. He has already started on her, we need to find her before he goes any further."

Buckys phone rang, Brock "What the fuck are you doing, Brock?" Bucky growled

Brock laughed "Just taking what should have been mine awhile ago. Friday and her place are mine now. Doesn't she look pretty in the pictures I sent you? Since you'll never have her I thought it was only fair to share the pictures with you. Don't worry, there will be more very soon." Brock hung up and Bucky tried to take some breaths and calm himself. He knew he needed to be clear headed if he was going to find her.

Friday started feeling hot all over and a tingling all over her body. Even the cheap sheets touching her skin caused tingling that went straight to her core. Her breath caught when she realized it was whatever was in that syringe. Apparently some kind of aphrodisiac because her body felt desperate to be touched, to be filled.

The door opened and Friday held her breath waiting for whatever was next. It was Dot. She giggled at Friday's obvious distress. "I guess now you will know better than to mess with other women's men. It's a shame you'll never be with Bucky, he's an amazing lover. Brock isn't as giving and Sharon is downright selfish. You'll see soon enough." Friday spit in her face, Dot slapped Friday's face and Friday groaned. Dot laughed "You liked that didn't you. Brock calls that stuff sex pollen, says it'll make you desperate to be filled and cum. He won't let me be in the room but he's recording everything so I'll see it later

The blow job was nice, his cum looks pretty on you. Brace yourself because it's going to get much worse." Dot left the room and Friday just felt hotter and needier.

When the door opened a short time later Friday felt like she was going to burn up. She was so desperate to be touched. It was Sharon, looking smug "See Friday, I told you I would pay you back for everything you did. I'm not happy about Brock fucking you but we came to an agreement on that." Sharon pulled her pants and underwear off. "I'm going to sit on your face and you will make me cum. Don't make me do all the work. If you do a good job then maybe I'll tell Brock to let you cum but that's for later." She climbed up on the bed until she was straddling Friday's head and lowered herself down until Friday could barely breathe. "Get licking bitch or you won't be cumming today and there's no tomorrow for you." Friday started sucking on Sharon's swollen clit, feeling her juices dripping down her face. Sharon moaned "That's better, fuck yeah. Don't stop" she was grinding harder and faster and Friday hoped she was almost done, she changed up by tongue fucking her and rubbing her nose on Sharon's clit. Sharon started whining "Oh, fuck I'm so close, so good. Don't stop, oohhh fuck I'm cumming." Friday felt Sharon gush over her face and kept licking until Sharon got up, her legs unsteady. She grinned at Friday "you've done that before. I should have known trash like you went both ways.

Brock walked in "Well, you look pretty warm there. I wonder how that serum is working." He grinned at Sharon "shes got a nice mouth, huh? Why don't you bring out that box of toys and we'll see how many we can use on her before she passes out." Sharon nodded and laughed putting the box down on the dresser, opening it for Brock.

Brock grinned malevolently "We are gonna have so much fun. Make sure the camera is running so we can include Barnes." He started with nipple clamps and then a large butt plug and inserted it without any lube or concern for the pain caused. Friday yelped and then groaned. Brock laughed "Can't help yourself, can you? Even the stuff that hurts will make you feel good"

Bucky's phone dingged again, he grabbed it and saw a new text, with a video. It was Sharon taking her turn with Friday and Bucky could hear every word Sharon said, every moan. He dropped his phone.

Steve looked at him "You ok Buck?"

Bucky shook his head "another message from Brock. Sharon's turn.

I'm gonna kill both of them. Slow and painful. But we have to find her first."

Steve nodded "We'll find her."

Brock looked at Friday her face still covered in his and Sharon's mess. He pulled a knife from his belt and used it to cut thru Friday's bra and panties, leaving her naked and fully exposed.

He looked at Sharon "grab the wand" and pulled his already erect cock out, stroking himself a few times "put the wand on her clit and keep it there until I say otherwise." Sharon nodded, grinning evilly.

When the wand touched Friday's clit she groaned loudly, hoping for some release to help calm her body's reaction to the drugs she had been given. She felt her orgasm start to build and couldn't help but rock her hips, trying to help it. Then she felt like she was going to fall off that ledge and she heard Brock. "Take it away. I don't think she deserves to cum yet."

As Friday was panting and whining in frustration Brock slammed his cock into her and she screamed. He started rutting into her hard and rough, groaning loudly "Fuck, I knew you would be a perfect fit. This wet cunt is so hot and tight. I'm gonna fill you up so much it's leaking out of you for the rest of the night."

Friday was crying at the combination of pain and pleasure. "Please Brock, I need to cum I need you. Pleasepleaseplease."

Brock smirked "Tell me your mine, this cunt belongs to me."

Friday was delirious needing so badly to cum that she said whatever Brock wanted. "Yes, Brock I'm yours. My cunt is yours." She whined "please, I need it so bad."

Brock laughed "say you will sell your stable to me. Tell me you'll live with me. I'm not letting this cunt go."

"I'll do anything Brock please. It hurts so bad"

Brock looked over to Sharon who wasn't thrilled with what Brock was saying but figured it was heat of the moment. "Put that wand on her clit again"

This went on for what felt like forever to Friday. Brock and Sharon kept edging her until she was hysterically crying and begging.

Brock roughly pulled the plug out and rubbed his cock on her other hole and she cried "Please no, I've never-" Brock laughed and rammed into her, Friday screamed in pain. Brock snapped at Sharon "Put the wand back on her, we'll let her cum this time". Friday yelped "Oh god, please. Brock, I need to cum."

Brock rutted into her even harder, "Cum for me bitch." And she did squirting and spasming until she had nothing left. Brock grunted as he came in her ass. "Don't get comfortable slut, we've only used 3 of the toys."

It went like that for hours with Brock using every toy in that box until Friday passed out.

Brock turned to Sharon "I guess we fucked her unconscious. In the morning you need to call Jack and tell him to set up a room in my basement for her."

Sharon snapped "What do you mean? You can't keep her, you're mine. You told me you were going to kill her tomorrow, when Barnes gets here"

"Plans change sweetheart but you'll still be my #1 slut. Don't forget to send that video to Barnes" Brock left the room.

Sharon was incensed. Once again Friday was being forced on her, taking her man's affections from her. She pulled the cat o nine tails and started whipping Friday all over, screaming at her, her hatred making her even more vicious than normal. She refused to let Friday win again so decided to go along with the original plan and kill Friday when Bucky gets there, regardless of Brock's desires. She had to find a way to do it with Brock right there so spoke with Dr Strange for ideas.

Dr Strange gave her a small dart with poison on it that she could inject into Friday's neck and it would kill her in minutes. Sharon laughed to herself as she put the dart with a cover on the tip, into her pocket.

She also sent the video to Bucky, looking forward to his response. They had both caused her more trouble than they were worth and she would end them both.

Chapter 8

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #Friday's Place #mob au

[justyoursicanon]

My Ideas that will be Work in Progress (When I feel like it)

Doctor strange x Male!Reader: Classic enemies to lovers bickering during lunch.

A normal day in the new Avengers Compound with: Yelena, Kate, Peter, Joaquin, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Bruce, Carol, Stephen, Wong, and more.

Matchmaking with Kate and Peter: Get Agent Male!Reader and the wizard with the cloak together!

(Again I will write this when I feel like it, and when I do start writing them I will post an update! :D)

#marvel #kate bishop #peter parker #joaquin torres #sam wilson #bucky barnes #james rhodes #bruce banner #carol danvers #stephen strange #wong marvel #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x you #yelena belova

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Friends To Lovers (Rhodey X Reader)

Characters: Rhodey X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: Can you do something with James Rhodes x Reader? Something angsty and fluffy. Like R, Rhodey and Tony have been friends since MIT but Rhodey and R only told their feelings recently. When they do Tony and Pepper are like 'Finally!!'. Not sure if it makes sense. Thanks for considering.

“Come on Y/N, I know you’re done in there!” You heard Rhodey calling, knocking on your bedroom door to get you out. You walked to the door, opening the door, before going back to searching. “What are you doing?” He asked, leaning on your dresser. 

“I’ve lost that watch.” 

“What watch?” He asked.

“The one Tony gave me- I usually put it in this box but I don’t think I put it back after getting wasted at Tony’s last party.” You explained, checking drawers and other boxes of different accessories. Rhodey chuckled, going into his pocket and offering you something. It took a moment for you to process he was waiting for you to notice, and you stopped what you were doing, seeing what he was offering before taking it. Your watch. 

“You asked me to hold it for you so you could arm wrestle Thor at the last party and you didn’t ask for it back, so I kept it safe. I remembered you wore it for these parties so I brought it with me.” He explained. 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” You thanked him, putting it on as quick as you could to not waste anymore time. When it was on, you looked back at Rhodey and decided to gift him with a kiss on the cheek, when he grinned at. “Alright, let’s not waste anymore time.”

You two were still getting used to the change in your relationship with each other. You, Rhodey and Tony had been close friends since you’d met in University, sticking close even afterwards, no matter how your lives changed and your jobs forced you to be busy. Even when the two of them became literal superheroes, they still made time for you and made sure you weren’t forgotten- Rhodey especially. Your particular bond had been having a few sparks in the last few years, something you had both noticed but hadn’t commented on in all that time, until just two weeks ago, when you both finally admitted to each other at the exact same time. 

You hadn’t become public with the relationship, taking it slow and adjusting. You’d gone on dates, even if they were short and purely over your lunch breaks, and after getting more comfortable with showing each other romantic affection, you had both decided it was probably best to let the third person in your trio of trouble know of the change of dynamic, and you were gonna do that by going to his new party as a couple. 

As you arrived at the tower, you both shared a look, unsure on what to expect, before entering the building, arms linked together. The reception had a few people in it, mostly talking among themselves, most also being press trying to sneak into the Billionaire's party full of heroes and big names. You both walked through, head low to ensure that no one would see it was War Machine, and when they did realise, you were already in the elevator, the doors shutting as they tried to get their cameras ready to snap a picture. You both sighed with relief when the doors shut before any pictures could be taken, knowing now all you had to deal with was Tony. 

“How do you think he’s gonna react?” You asked Rhodey as the elevator went up. 

“I honestly can’t be sure, but if I was gonna guess, he’ll probably not be happy at first but he’ll warm up quickly… hopefully.”

“Yeah… finding out two of your best friends are dating is gonna be awkward and weird… but I don’t think it’s gonna change much.” You responded. You at least hoped so. The last thing you wanted was for this to upset Tony considerably and cause a rift, but you two had talked about this- these feelings for each other were persistent and weren’t going away, and were instead just getting stronger now you were a couple.

As the doors opened to the floor of the party, it was already bustling with people, music playing, people talking, laughing and dancing, and you both manoeuvred to find the bar to get your first drinks, and as soon as you reached it, you found Tony accompanied by Pepper. “I was wondering if you two were going to show up.” Tony greeted, leaning on the bar.

“Sorry, won’t happen again.” You said jokingly to him, acting calm, though you could only focus on the feeling of Rhodey’s arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, and you instinctively did it back. Tony called over the man behind the bar, asking for your regular drinks, and as he did so, Pepper put her attention on you as well, going to say something before she noticed your arms. She kept her eyes on them, not looking at you both in the eye, only tapping Tony’s arm who asked her to wait a moment, but when she persisted he looked at her, and she pointed. Tony looked, and now he was staring as well. And they continued to stare, before they both finally looked you in the face, and by that point you could feel yourself sweating purely from stress, and you had no doubt that Rhodey was the same. “Tony-”

“Are you two dating?” He interrupted. 

“Yes.” Rhodey confirmed. 

“How long?” Pepper inquired in a similar tone. You felt like a damn teenager bringing a partner home. You and Rhodey briefly looked at each other. 

“Uh- a few weeks? A month or so?” You answered, admittedly sounding unsure. Both of them slowly nodded. 

“Okay, okay…” Tony commented rather quietly, pinching his thin beard on his chin in thought. What was he thinking about? You weren’t sure if you wanted to know. Tony turned back to his partner, who soon came to smile rather gleefully back. “Guess I owe you dinner at that restaurant.” 

“Sorry, what?” Rhodey questioned. “Did… did you two bet that we were gonna get together?” 

“Oh no, Clint and Natasha bet as well.” Pepper told you, sound like she was trying to assure you, but you were just… baffled. This was… good? You weren’t sure. 

“That suggests that you knew we liked each other.” You pointed out. 

“Sure did. No offence but I’ve known since University.” 

“Tony, that’s bullshit, we didn’t know we liked each other back then.” Rhodey pointed out. 

“I’m just that good.” He shrugged smugly, getting a nudge from Pepper to tell him he was pushing his luck. You and Rhodey just rolled your eyes, happy that it had gone so well. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[syiano]

Avengers(+Black Panther and Peter Quill) x Male!Reader

Note: I may add more if I get any ideas or if requested...

Marvel Preferences: When They Get Protective Of You (Part 2)

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T'Challa will become protective of you when someone is threatening you. No matter how much you protest, he will have special protection with you for possibly for about a week. He visits you more often, to check on your health and if you need anything. T'Challa will also have atleast Shuri to come see you if he's not there.

Erik is protective of you in general...There's not one time where he isn't sending threatening glares at people who eye you for too long or flirt with you. He always has either his arm around you or holding your hand when you two go in public.

Quill just gets protective when he feels left out. He won't hestitate to confront them and ask  questions that are irrelevant, thinking he's proving a point. He'll then tell you what he thinks that person is without any proof at all...making you facepalm.

Quentin is already possessive, so you're not really going to have anyone near you; he has no problem using his technology to scare off anyone who he thinks is going to take you away from him, especially since you're the only person who he can feel no stress around and one of the few people who warms his heart.

Rhodey becomes protective of you when he feels like you're going to screw up or lose focus. He's usually the one who puts you back on track if you're ever distracted. He wants to get the job done, and he can't finish it if your safety is endangered.

#Marvel Preferences #MCU #T'Challa x reader #T'Challa x male reader #Erik x reader #Erik Killmonger x reader #Erik Killmonger x male reader #Erik x male reader #Peter x reader #Peter Quill x reader #Peter Qill x male reader #Quentin Beck x reader #Quentin x male reader #Quentin Beck x male reader #Quentin x reader #Rhodey x reader #Rhodey x male reader #xmale reader #xmale!reader

[vydante]

Restart | Avengers x Male! Reader | 10

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Avengers x Male! Reader (romantically: multiple)

Plot: Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos.

But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he’s suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again.

So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come?

A/N: Important A/N at end. Short, but we get to see Rhodey!

Uncle Rhodey visited today.

You don't actually call him that- you're old enough now where, if you started, it definitely would be less endearing and a bit weird, but nowadays it was always either Rhodey or Jimmy. Besides, it's even weirder considering you're technically almost 30, so there's that. Of course, back then though, there were moments when you slipped up, much to your embarrassment and his amusement. 

You'd either be sleep-deprived or distracted most of the time. Mumbling a tired 'Hey Uncle Rhodey' and not noticing the grin on the faces of whoever was in the room with the two of you. It didn't happen often- maybe once every other blue moon- but it happened nonetheless.

But despite being literal years since you've called him that, this was one of those moments where you just couldn't help yourself.

"What's up squirt? Looks like you've seen a ghost."

(Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Fast. Oh God, why was he falling so fast?

"Uh, little," there's a strained grunt, "Little help here? I'm- I'm flying dead stick...!")

"Uncle Rhodey..."

Right in front of you stood Rhodey, who grins at you with underlying concern in his eyes. He looks good, no matter how much shit you always gave him for wearing polo shirts. Definitely less aged, too... Not as tired. There's a pep in his step you forgot he had as he moves in to give you a hug. 

("Rhodes!" Your ears strain as your dad yells into the commlink, though that was nearly drowned out by the drum of your heart thundering in your chest. High in the sky, you take to an instant nose dive and descend.

With each pulse, Rhodey's only falling and falling and falling, and he's not slowing down any time soon. He doesn't respond to your dad. Faint sounds of what may be him losing his breath make you scream out for him too.

You're opposite of Tony as you both try and catch up with the suit. In the corner of your eyes, you see Falcon diving down too. Mother fucker.

You fall and fall, and so does Rhodey. 

The distance between you and Rhodey gets closer and closer, but so does the distance between Rhodey and the ground. It's a race, you bitterly thought in hindsight. You vs. Tony vs. Wilson.

Only Rhodey wins first place.)

You knew it's been years since his fall. But even then, every time you looked at Rhodey, flashes of a falling metal suit lingers in the back of your head. The pounding in your head only gets worse when Rhodey's standing in front of you without leg braces on.

"Aw, guessed someone missed his uncle, huh?"

You know he's just teasing you, but God did you want to tell him how absolutely true he was. 

(You ignore DAHLIA's concerned whisper of 'elevated stress above normal parameters.')

Wordlessly, you hug him maybe a bit tighter than you normally would. You try to find the words to reply back, something snarky ("This 'squirt' can give you the smackdown of your life, Jimmy."), maybe even something honest ("Yeah, I did. I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so much."). Just anything would do, but the flashes of a human-sized crater with a red suit hovering over makes you want to hurl, so you just kept your mouth shut and buried your head in his shoulder. You feel him pat your head gently.

(The thud echoes in your ears. 

You're, what? Maybe 70 feet above him?

But yet you heard that thud as if you were dead center of the crater.

Time slows down to forever as you finally touch down and sprint over to your dad, ignoring Wilson's approaching figure.

Tony nods at you ("Rhodes is in critical condition, ambulance ETA 5 minutes...", says DAHLIA), but he says nothing as Wilson mutters an apology. Dad's fuming, and quite frankly, so are you.

You stalked over to him and socked Wilson right in the jaw, gauntlet still on, and took no shame in the satisfaction you felt as you watch him get knocked back a good distance. It's even better when he doesn't get up.

Good. 

As much as Rhodey would admonish you for your train of thought, you'd have no trouble forgiving Wilson if he was the one lying unconscious in the crater instead.)

"Oh yeah, did I not tell you?" You let go of Rhodey but keep in close proximity to him as your dad strides in holding a StarkPad. He greets you with a kiss to the cheek, and you weakly push him away with shaking hands. You pray no one notices your short breath and sweaty palms. He chuckles and stands next to Rhodey, who's already got an exasperated but amused smile as he looks at Tony.

"Rhodey-bear's got military leave- what was it, 2 weeks?"

"3, actually. For a so-called genius, you sure do suck at getting information right."

You stand there, still uncharacteristically silent as you watch them banter. They start walking but you stayed back, watching them strut out of the room as if no one else existed.

You didn't follow them as everything around you blurred; all except for Rhodey's legs. Legs that weren't being supported by a pair of Stark leg prosthetic. Legs that hadn't been completely detached of all feeling and movement from the waist down.

Legs that were still healthy.

You haphazardly leaned against the wall and tried to focus on the floor as the walls wobble around you. The pounding in your head is practically tearing your skull apart.

(The file haunts you.

You gaze at the hologram floating in front of you, and you desperately try to look elsewhere.

There are pictures of potted plants adorning the files. There's a bunch, and none of them really correlate with one another. There's also a series of pictures, remnants of an explosion and ashes of what used to be a pot sprinkled in there too. There are ones of humans- people you don't recognize save for a few. And again, there's also pictures of an explosion, black ashes covering walls with no remains next to them.

Your finger itches to reach out and open the file further, damn near desperate to do anything to rectify what happened to Rhodey. It burns in your soul, knowing that a solution was just this close to you, so damn near close, yet so far away.

You didn't need to open this file if none of this happened. If Rhodey hadn't been paralyzed from the fall. Rage seeps into your fingers as you grip the table painfully, knuckles white.

If only Romanoff wasn't so prone to Roger's baby blues and knew how to keep to aside. If only Rogers had just signed the damn Accords. If only Maximoff could just get it through her thick skull Tony only wanted to keep her safe from the public.

If only Barton just kept his head down and stayed in retirement. If only Wilson didn't dodge, damned what'd have happened to him.

If only...

(If only you had been faster.)

A scream erupts deep within you as you swipe everything off of your table. You slam your fist into the table repeatedly, not noticing the red smearing, the searing pain, or FRIDAY and DAHLIA's concerned voices as your wails drown the world out.

You don't notice how Pepper abruptly shows up to your lab, disheveled in her pajamas and hugging you from behind tight. You don't notice how she managed to bypass your blackout mode and how the glass window panes clear up again. You don't notice the wetness seeping into your back, or the slight shake of her trembling hands.

You don't notice how you stopped screaming and started shaking, sobbing into your mother's shoulder as she whispered nothing short of comforting words in your ears. 

You don't even notice Rhodey's gaze as he arrives, unsteady in his leg braces, looking at you and Pepper with a haunted, condemned expression.)

You jolted out of your thoughts as your dad calls out to you from down the hallway. You try to steady your voice, but with each sharp intake, it's not as easy as said.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, uh- comin'! Coming..."

Ignoring your shaking hands, you jog over to where they are, pushing and repressing those memories back deep into the corners of your mind. That's a whole can of worms you'd be more than happy to ignore indefinitely.

Now that you think about it, it’s kind of cruel being told that your death was necessary to win a war. Out of millions and millions of possibilities, you had to be taken out of the equation for it to work.

Alone in your lab, you lay placid among your beanbag chairs. It's been a few days since Rhodey's come by to visit, a few days since your sudden migraine that was your flashbacks. Nothing much's happened since then. You hung out with Rhodey, saw glimpses of the other Avengers here and there, but other than that... There wasn't anything that was urgent in your schedule.

And that deeply unsettled you.

Things've been moving at too slow of a pace, and quite frankly, you've only got so much time before the clock ticks to zero. And in hindsight, there was a lot that you had to be prepared for.

There was Project Insight, Ultron, the Accords...

And there were the individual people themselves you had to worry about. The twins, T'Challa and T'Chaka- along with Wakanda as a whole-, Peter, Strange, Danvers...

You already feel a dull thumping on your forehead just thinking about it all, and you didn't even mention everyone else.

Slowly getting up from your beanbag chair, you trudged to your main seat and rolled over to your tables. It's a mess; there are papers strewn about, some having to do with starting your senior year in high school, others are of mission reports. There are even stupid little sticky note doodles while you were procrastination once; a testament to how much time you've got, and how much of it was spent wasted.

You pushed all of them out of the way in one sweep, uncaring if any of it fell on the floor. 

"J.A.R.V.I.S., blackout mode."

“Of course, young sir.”

The window panels darken, and J.A.R.V.I.S.’ voice quiets. The accent lights in the corners of your lab change from a calming pale blue to a neutral white, an indicator you’ve set up within the past few days. It helps tell you which A.I. is currently in the room. You know that if J.A.R.V.I.S. knew, he wouldn't say anything to anyone else (particularly your dad) about DAHLIA, but just in case.

Eventually, you’ll introduce the two sometime. DAHLIA says she doesn’t care if she meets J.A.R.V.I.S. or not, so you pretend not to notice how much lighter her voice is every time you mention her ‘uncle’ of sorts.

"DAHLIA, you up?”

It was satisfying to watch the neutral white LED lights blink into lime green. It means ‘new beginnings’, or so DAHLIA says. It’s nice in a way- that was the same color you had assigned to her in the future, too. Only this time it was by her own virtue.

”I can't remember a time where I wasn't.”

You rolled your eyes.

The sass.

"You, start up a new project and title it 'Renaissance'. I think now's the time to kick it into high gear."

The holograms around you flicker back to life, a soft green illuminating everything in your sight. A distinct folder pops up with the right title and opens up to a blank file. You’re almost buzzing in your seat as you began creating and titling new documents.

”Sure thing, doll. Anything you want me to start beforehand?"

You pause.

There were lots of things you needed to get done first before you even thought about doing anything else. There were people to recruit, a whole nation you needed to get in contact with, and the drafts of the Accords to be written.

But, for now, you’ll start small.

"Yeah- I, uh, need you to start a global search for someone.”

She hums, and in the corner of your eyes, you see a new file pop up. There’s a rendering of the globe with millions of dots littering the countries visible to you- there are even ones around the planet as well. Cameras and available satellites, you realize.

Atta girl.

”Their name?"

A pair of blank steel blue eyes flash in your mind. Once did anger bubble in your throat when you saw them, but now only pity is what's left in you as you recognize nothing but emptiness behind his eyes. While this was for the greater good that he was found as soon as possible, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't also for the man himself.

The sooner you get to him, the sooner he gets the proper help he deserves.

Reeling yourself back in, you promptly ignored your shaking hands and the flashes of a gleaming arm wrapping itself around your throat, eyes cold and uncaring.

”James Buchanan Barnes.”

A/N: This chapter is the final chapter of the first 'arc', so I've decided. There is a high chance that this story will not be canon complicit from now on. (Also, this chapter is shorter compared to the last chapter, and not as high quality- for that, I'm relatively sorry, but not really.)

Word of warning, we might also get more Team Cap critical (as shown in this chapter), but I promise if that's the case, I'll try not to make it a reoccurring theme in this story. 'Resentment is corrosive, and I (live for it) hate it.' - T.S.

I'm planning on bumping up the speed at which the story is progressing- like, fast. My plan is that the next arc (10 canon chapters, maybe some special chapters) we'll deal with CA:TWS, AOU, and maybe CA:CW all in one go if I go with my current plans for AOU. (That also means each chapter will be significantly longer, too.) 

And as for the romance- I'll also try to include more scenes that aren't as subtle as hell (like the one with Steve and Thor before the last chapter). We'll see what goes on beyond that as we progress. Feel free to leave any suggestions as to how the plot should progress (or even suggestions for the romantic scenes lol). :)

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[purple-eustoma]

On time

He didn't come. He was supposed to be here first, but when my ship landed and I run into the safe house, I was welcomed only by empty bedroom with unmade bed, empty closet and broken book shelf. Just like we had left it in the morning.

This morning's argument wasn’t one of the calm ones. He didn't want to let me go on today’s mission. "It's too dangerous". I knew it was dangerous. This mission's hazard level was highest that I had ever accepted. That's exactly why I wanted to go. I was annoyed by being in hiding, I was bored.

To be honest, this argument was going on for about a week. But it couldn’t be called an argument, only some remarks in one or other direction.  This morning, when it was time to leave, he broke. He really tried not to scream, tried not to sound angry, rather worried, but everything has its borders. I hardly managed to save my favorite book before the book shelf failed the strength of his beats and collapsed.

Last thing I said to him was: "We will meet here; do you hear me? You will come back and wait for me. I promise I will be on time."

Ether he still was angry and didn’t want to come back or something worse had happened. Chance to communicate didn't exist. If I used the ships communication system, my location would be compromised. Phones battery had run out week ago and till the end of the month it won't be usable.

I tried to concentrate my thoughts on the little things - shower, making the bed, dinner... I wasn't hungry. I couldn't make myself eat even a yoghurt. Every thought went back to him. Stomach cringed and I froze every time when any sound came from the front door. I decided to get myself together and make a cup of tea. I needed something warm and calming. The smell of tea helped to stop the shivering. I even managed to get to the kitchen's table and sit down.

Suddenly I froze. A beeping sound came from the front door, which meant that someone was entering the code for the door. Stiffness was over in less than second and my legs run to the door before my mind could understand what was happening. I knew it was him. It had to be him.

He had managed to step only one step over the doorstep when I run into him and threw my hands around his neck almost knocking us both down to the ground. Something slipped from his hands, before he strongly held my waist. My legs pulled away from the floor. He stepped a few steps and carried me further in the hall. It was hard to breathe; I don't know how, but I managed to gasp out: "sorry, I'm so sorry."

After a moment that felt like forever, I got back to the floor. For a second my attention was brought to the flowers on the floor, but that wasn't important enough. Important was only that he was here. He looked me in the eyes, smiled and quietly said: "I didn't believe you could ever be on time," before hugging me.

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Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader (this chapter more Rhodey x nephew!reader ;) )

Words: 2150

I'm sorry this took so long as an apology I'll post chapter 5 tommorow after that it should be once a week again :) enjoy!

Chapter 4

Today was a Rhodey and you kinda day.

Your dad had some business trip to attend to where he couldn't take you with him. So instead of being quiet and polite with a bunch of strangers, you were loud and polite with Rhodey.

You had stayed over at Rhodeys several times with Tony but never alone. So both men were anxious to see how you'd manage.

It's only been two hours since Tony had dropped you off and you had been greatly entertained by your uncle the whole time. Playing with toys and building blocks. He even told you a funny story about your dad getting his head stuck somewhere while they were in college together. There really wasn't anything funnier than that story and the pictures to go along with it in your 3 and a half year old mind.

Rhodey looked up at the clock on the wall before turning back to you.

"Let's stop playing." He said standing up. "We need to buy some groceries before we get hungry,"

You, although reluctantly, began to put your toys away. You had brought all your favourite toys with you so you wouldn't get bored while staying over. Though Rhodey would never let that happen. Within a few minutes you were dressed and strapped into the car seat in Rhodeys pretty little vehicle.

It wasn't really what you were used to. Your father had either really well maintained old cars or rather new high tech expensive cars. So sitting in a well aged small car that isnt extremely uncommon to see driving around town was different but not at all in a bad way.

Rhodey threw a big shopping bag in the back and started the car up. Pulling out of his driveway for the short trip down to the nearby supermarket.

You were more interested in the scenery you passed than talking so Rhodey put on some music and strummed along to the beat on his steering wheel. You started listening to the quieter tunes that you're used to. Your dad had a slightly different taste in music than the songs that were playing.

"So, what do you wanna eat?" Rhodey asked driving around a corner.

"I'm not hungry." You turned to him a slightly confused look on your face. Rhodey chuckled.

"I mean when you're hungry, buddy. What would you like to eat then," he clarified.

You thought for a moment. "Pizza! I want pizza,"

"What kind?" He asked pulling into the parking lot.

"The one I always eat." You pulled at your seat straps still not fully knowing how to unclasp them on your own. Rhodey reached over and opened them for you.

You jumped out the car, with a lot of effort, before he could stop you. "I can show you!"

Rhodey just nodded and followed you out.

You tried to pull out the cart yourself but it was still connected to the other one with those little seatbelt like clips. You took the coin your uncle was holding out and put it in the thing that let's the cart go from the other one. Once the cart was out you were placed in the seat and your store adventure could begin.

You kicked your legs about and looked in every direction as you were pushed through the store. As you were passing the candy isle you looked long at a bag of gummy worms. They were one of the few candies you had been allowed to get and your absolute favourite.

"Uncle Rhodey I want gummy worms." You said pointing at the colourful bag of artificial worms.

"I don't know sweetie. I don't think you asked all that nicely for them." Rhodey replied to your plea. Scratching his chin like he was deep in thought.

"Can I pweeeease have gummy worms?" You tried again drawing out the please and using your "I am a cute and innocent child which only desire in this cold cruel world is this small cheap bag of precious gummy worms"-voice.

Rhodey chuckled and handed you the bag with an "Alright alright".

You didn't go to stores a lot so everything was very fascinating. And needed to be explored and asked about.

"What's that?" You asked now pointing at a big display of raw meat.

"That's meat," Rhodey answered "We actually need some." He reached in and grabbed a big piece of meat indistinguishable from the other meats to your young eyes.

"For what?"

"Dinner tommorow."

You nodded and moved on to ask another question about another thing.

Everything went smoothly from then on out. You showed him which of the pizza's you liked the most and answered whether or not you wanted some apples. All was well until you passed a big tank of lobsters.

You let out a big gasp as you saw the both big and small animals sitting together in the bare tank.

"Look uncle Rhodey! Crabs!"

"Those are Lobsters. They're really big arent they?"

"Yes! Can I have one?" You asked without looking away from the tank. Rhodey frowned.

"Since when do you eat lobster?" Your head snapped back in Rhodeys direction at the speed of light.

"NO not for eating! It's for pets!"

"You want to pet a lobster?"

"Yes! And keep it!"

Rhodey was stunned silent for a moment.

"Y/n, you can't have a pet lobster. They're sold here for people to buy and eat them."

Not even a few seconds later after Rhodey had said those words he regretted them. Your eyes first grew big and then your lower lip started to quiver. And that was when Rhodey knew he fucked up big time.

Within a second you were crying loudly about how people can't eat the lobsters because you love them while Rhodey was desperately trying to calm you down. People were starting to stare and Rhodey could feel every single gaze on him.

He then suggested something he would have to thoroughly explain to your father later.

"Y/n, kid, listen. I need you to calm down. I promise you that none of there lobsters will be eaten okay? I'll talk to your dad about getting you one of them. But you have to behave," he explained having placed his hands on your much smaller shoulders. Without much fuss you stopped crying. It made sense to you that your dad would save the lobsters. He is a great person after all.

You were okay with that and even helped your uncle place the items on the conveyor belt and back into the cart once you were done shopping.

With a sweet smile you handed the nice cashier lady the money and she gave you a piece of her chocolate.

You thanked her and waved her goodbye as you left the store.

All the way back to Rhodeys house you were in a happy mood thinking about how you'll soon get a pet lobster if you behave. Oh and you'll behave. You'll behave so good that no one will think that you were even capable of misbehaving. As least until you had your lobster.

On the drive home Rhodey made a call to a very confused Tony Stark about the possibility of getting Stark Jr. a pet Lobster.

Later around the same time as you were helping Rhodey unpack the groceries your dad was frantically researching on how to care for a lobster and how long they lived the same with how much space they need and more. He even called a zoo and a lobster farm.

He'd organize the build of a tank for a crayfish, a big one. You won't be able to tell the difference until you were much older and did some research yourself.

But you'll never eat a lobster, or any crustacean for that matter, until your eventual demise.

The rest of the day went by without a problem. You helped your uncle with everything you could, cooking, cleaning, washing dishes and doing the bed were all completed with the clumsy help of a 3 year old.

You crawled under the covers next to Rhodey, insisting on sleeping in the same bed. During the night you kicked him several times and somehow ended up with your feet on the pillow while the rest of your body was hidden beneath the covers.

The second day of your week long vacation was not all that different than the first. You played together inside and outside, cooked, ate and then sat down to watch some DvDs before your afternoon nap. A mistake as the series Rhodey turned on hyped you up incredibly. It was the first episode of "The Incredible Adventures of Captain Magic". You had never before watched this series but your young mind was hooked in an instant.

The episode was all about how she became a super hero, introducing herself and her friends. Your mouth couldn't have hung open any wider. The second the episode was over you started jumping around in excitement. Holy heck that was too cool for your young mind to comprehend. You started fighting villains no one could see and Rhodey couldn't get you to fall asleep for another hour. He himself was incredibly tired at that point.

The next two days you wouldn't shut up about how cool and strong Captain Magic is. Rhodey didn't say anything discouraging about it. Though it was clear to him that the hero was obviously heavily leaned on Captain America. Not that you'd know who that was.

Friday, Rhodey suggested a trip to get you off your Captain Magic high.

"Where are we going?" You asked kicking your legs and clutching the tiny backpack you had taken with you.

"Its a surprise. But you'll like it I promise,"

You nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"Look look a puppy!" You excitedly pointed out a few minutes later.

As Rhodeys car pulled to a stop you looked around with squinted eyes having almost fallen asleep.

"We've arrived."

"I know this?" You mumbled a bit dissapointed. You had visited Rhodey while he was working numerous times in the past. This wasn't anything exciting.

"Yeah you do, but I bet you've never sat in a jet before!"

"What!" You screeched and jumped around happily in your seat waiting on your restraints to be opened.

Rhodey greeted a few people on your way to the hanger. Some people seemed surprised while others knew about his plans.

The hanger was empty of any people but stored several huuuuge jets. You shouted "Hello!" and "AAAAH" Into the hall to hear it echo back.

"Is this cool or what?!" Rhodey said marching towards one of the planes which had a staircase ladder thing next to it.

"SO COOL!" you screeched running around and under the planes. Rhodey called you over and threw you on his shoulder while he carried you up to the now opened jet and place you inside. It was like sitting in the driver seat of a parked car, just ten times cooler.

You asked a thousand questions about the planes and Rhodey was happy to answer all of them.

"What's that?" You said pointing at another switch over your head.

"Uhh it's," Rhodey leaned closer to get a better look at what you're pointing, "it's switches all the communication on an-"

"And that?" You said pointing at another thing not letting him finish.

This went on like that for about 10 minutes before you started your fake flight. Even getting to wear the headset which was a few numbers to big for you. Your uncle took a few pictures while you were playing which he'd later send to Tony.

You didn't get bored for a full hour, you were so enthralled with making little noises and flicking on and off switches (which all did nothing) that you didnt even notice that Rhodey got himself a cup of coffee and was talking with some strangers now instead of standing on the rolling staircase next to you.

The rest of the trip you got shown around by Rhodey and introduced to a few of his colleagues.

You tired fast and fell asleep a few minutes into the drive back. You woke up later on the couch with Rhodey cooking in the kitchen. The nice smell of something tasty that you couldn't quite place wafting through the air into your nostrils.

On your last day in Rhodeys pretty house you helped him pack some of your stuff up and just generally did stuff together. Like having a water pistol fight, playing super heroes, and watching Captain Magic and whatever else was on TV. It was a laid back Saturday which was only laid back because you didn't run around the house screeching while you played with your toys.

That evening you fell asleep on the couch next to Rhodey, sort of clinging onto his clothes while your breath evened out and the soft strokes over your little head of hair gave you a deep sense of security.

You woke up later at night while being carried by a tired looking Rhodey.

"Go back to sleep, sweetpea." He whispered as he placed you inside your car seat. You nodded slightly and  said with your voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too." You faintly heard before falling back asleep after the car door shut.

You woke up the next day in your fathers bed next to his snoring form. Very confused on how you got there. But very glad that he was back.

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[thealtoduck]

Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers…

Avengers x Male Reader

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warnings: Single mention of sex

Summary: These are mostly related to your relationships with the other Avengers…

(A/N: This isn’t really a part 2 of So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend… it’s more like extras, like deleted scenes)

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Wanda

Wanda and you would have weird relationship at first, because both of you would act quite reserved and wouldn’t make a lot of conversation.

But then one day you’d see her cooking in the kitchen and you asked ”Hey, what are you making?”. Wanda looked up from the the food and said ”It’s a sokovian dish, my mom used to make it, it was my brothers favorite”.

”I’m sorry about your parents and brother, Natasha told me about them” you said apologetically. ”Thank you, would you like to help me cook?” she asked. ”Yeah sure, what do you want me to do?” you answered enthusiastically. ”Can you cut up that onion?” she asked. ”Of course” you said.

From then on you and Wanda developed kind of a sibling relationship.

Rhodey

Your’s and Rhodey’s friendship consists mainly of the two of you roasting each other, but somehow you’re also kind of bffs and are ready blow up the earth for each other.

The two of you also have a habit of ganging up on Tony and make fun of him instead of each other.

Tony

Tony has basically adopted you as his son and tries his best to be the cool and not to overprotective. He can do the cool part but he needs to work on the overprotective part.

Part of the reason why he’s so protective is because he’s the one who found you in the rubble of your old house and he felt as if life was telling him to take care of you.

Peter (small nsfw part)

Peter would bring you on a visit to Midtown to meet your old classmates from before you were taken in by the Avengers. Mj who was a friend of yours was happy to finally see you again.

And to Peter’s displeasure Flash was also happy to see you and immediately started flirting with you as he had done before. But you were quick to shut him down as you always had.

(Nsfw part) You and Peter would experiment with ways to use yours and his powers during sex to make it more exciting.

Powers

Intangibility

When you were first getting used to your powers you sometimes phased through the floor fell down to the floor beneath. One time you were on your way to your room but your powers activated and you fell into the kitchen were Tony and Pepper were having lunch together. Pepper screamed as you landed on the floor next to her but Tony just casually asked ”You okay kid?”.

You and Vision never use doors to enter each others rooms because you can both phase through solid materials.

Invisibility

Just a day after you found out that you could turn yourself and your clothes invisible you walked into the living room where Rhodey was sitting on the couch. He looked at you strangely and asked ”Where are your pants?”. ”What do you mean?” you asked and looked down on your pants only notice that they weren’t there.

You could still feel that your pants were on they just weren’t visible. But luckily enough your boxers were still visible but unlickily it was your Black Widow boxers, which were black and covered in red hourglass shapes.

So Rhodey started laughing and said ”Are you wearing Black Widow boxers?”. So you decided to sass back saying ”What should i be wearing? War Machine boxers? Oh wait… they don’t make those cause no one cares”. But Rhodey continued laughing anyway.

Ecto-Plasm Energy

It started at your first mission with the Avengers which was to take down a remaining Hydra base and since you started being able to control you intangibility and flight they thought you’d be safe enoungh to bring along.

And everything was going fine on the mission so far. They had paired you up with Steve so he could show you how they do things. But things started going a bit south when they sent an enhanced human to attack you and Steve.

Steve was almost overpowered by it but when you intervined you somehow managed to create a beam of green ecto-plasm energy which sent the enchanced human flying through the hallway you were in and into a wall. After that all you could do was utter a small ”oops”.

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Paying Attention

Summary: You’ve been gone for a long time. When you get back Loki only has you to himself for a few days before you force him to join you at a party. Loki isn’t ready to share you but he gives you a few hours to socialize before he starts to demand attention again.

Warnings: smut, fluff, smut, smut, aftercare, fluff

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Loki x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,178

A/n: So, I had two requests that were similar so I kinda combined them, both of them were by an anon... Request One: Hey there. Can I request loki x male reader where they are at one of tony's party and loki decides to tease the reader so when they get home the reader punishes loki for being a tease and not listening to the reader. You can also add over stimulation to it too and after care. (and can the reader be a part of the avengers). Thank you ❤️... Request Two: I don't know if your requests are open for Loki but could you write another loki x male reader smut? maybe with bottom Loki? tyy

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Tony had found an excuse to throw an extravagant party. The reason? You had no idea. Tony would throw a party simply because the sun rose and the wind blew.

For once you didn’t mind attending one of his parties. Just two days ago you returned to civilization after spending six weeks hunting a certain terrorist group deep within the Amazonian Rainforest. Six weeks of isolation. You not only had to hunt down the group but you had to fight for your own survival as well.

The mission had been successful. Nobody had an ounce of doubt in your abilities. You were completely human but sometimes people wondered if there was something more to you because of you skills. The list of things you couldn’t do could be counted upon one hand.

When you arrived back in the States you realized just how much you had missed friendly interactions. It surprised you. You weren’t a social person by any means but after the last mission you wanted some semblance of normalcy. Tony’s party offered you just what you needed.

You were enjoying yourself. Almost all of the Avengers had attended. You told stories of your recent trip and listened to their retelling of their own missions. You savored the fact that you were in an air conditioned building without the threat of a jaguar leaping at you from behind.

Your boyfriend, however, did not want to be here. Since the moment you returned he has monopolized your attention. Tonight you made him understand that the both of you would do at least an hour of socializing. He had reluctantly agreed.

However, as the hour hand ticked by eleven o’clock Loki, your boyfriend, noted that it’s been nearly three hours. Three hour of sharing your attention. And yet, you looked as if you were no closer to leaving than you looked when the hour marker had passed.

So, Loki decided to bring it to your attention that he was ready to go. But Loki didn’t want to be blunt. He wanted to be just subtle enough to drive you insane in hopes of receiving some sort of reaction behind closed doors.

You were standing by the bar with Clint, Rhodey and Natasha. Your beer was nearly empty which gave Loki an opportunity. When he approached you your eyes instantly fell upon him. Loki didn’t fail to notice how your eyes seemed to shine a little brighter or how you stood a half inch taller.

Loki used to have insecurities about your relationship with him. You weren’t always the best at communicating or affection. Neither was he, if he were to be honest. Only when he started to pay attention to the smaller details did he start to understand just how much you love him.

Whenever he entered a room your attention instantly went to him. You usually continued with whatever you were doing but your eyes were always following him. 

Your expression always changed as well when Loki approached you. It either softened or brightened. Most of the time it was a combination of the two. One of his favorite looks you give him is the one with bright eyes, relaxed face, and a lazy smile. It’s the look you’re giving him right now and it never fails to send his heart racing in his chest.

He wasn’t nervous with you, not anymore. His heart raced with excitement and clenched with the overwhelming amount of affection the would wash over him.

Neither of you were overly affectionate in public and sometimes your communication skills lacked but there was no doubt that you loved him and he loved you. It was as clear as day not only between the two of you but for everyone around you.

“Thank you, darling,” You muttered, grabbing the beer from his hand and setting the empty one on the bar behind you. With your hand now free you wrapped it around his waist and brought Loki close. You pressed a simple yet loving kiss against the side of his head before returning your attention to Natasha, who’s complaining about something her father and sister had done over the weekend.

Loki played innocent for a few minutes. He stayed quiet and leaned into your side. He savored the feeling of you holding him, of being beside you. He missed you terribly over the last six weeks. While you were on your mission he had practically glued himself to Heimdall’s hip. The gatekeeper kept tabs on you and relayed information back to Loki. 

There had been more than one instance where Loki tried to demand Heimdall to send him to your location. Heimdall knew you didn’t need aid. If there was ever a moment where he thought you were in over your head he was prepared back you up with Loki, and Thor no doubt, by his side. Luckily, you never needed them.

Loki’s innocent play didn’t last more then seven minutes. He felt as if he should be rewarded for holding back that long.

The mischief came out subtly, just as he wanted. A light kiss on your shoulder followed by a quick nuzzle in the crook of your neck as he stepped slightly in front of you. You adjusted your grip around him wanting to keep him close but otherwise leaving him alone. That just wouldn’t do.

Loki hid his smirk as his hand gently rubbed your side. Deep down you knew what he was up too but you ignored him in favor of listening to Clint now talking about his children. He was becoming all giddy with how good his daughter was becoming with a bow.

Everything changed when Loki brushed his hips against your cock causing it to begin coming to life. You squeezed Loki’s side in warning. A warning that only deepened Loki’s smirk. Another kiss and another brush gained a sideways glance from you.

Deciding to switch tactics, Loki moves so that his back is leaning on your chest. You couldn’t help but to snake your arm around the entirety of his waist pulling him flush against you. Perfect.

A minute later and Loki tilts his hips backward. The movement is too slow and subtle for anyone other than you to notice. Loki manages to get away with his deviousness for barely a minute before your lips brush against his ear.

“Behave,” You mutter.

“It’s been nearly three and a half hours,” Loki grumbles back.

“Keep still for a few more minutes and we’ll leave,” You vow. Loki pauses and relaxes against you. A kiss on the neck is his only reward. This time Loki’s innocent streak lasts for two minutes and three seconds.

Instead of grinding back against you, his hands move behind him. You tense when Loki palms you through your trousers. A gentle squeeze followed by a much harsher one. One that causes a moan to threaten to erupt from your throat.

“Excuse us,” You mutter, quietly to your three friends before forcing Loki to accompany you to the elevator. Natasha smirks, nothing gets past her, while Clint and Rhodey continue as if you were never there.

The instant the doors you hand is around his throat and his back is slamming against the wall. Loki smirks staring into your eyes.

“Couldn’t behave for a while longer?” You hum, your thumb caressing his pulse.

“I don’t like sharing you,” Loki says. “You know that,” You hum again.

“Well, now you have me,” You whisper, dragging your nose along his cheek while tightening your hand around his throat. You shove your leg between his. Loki instantly rests his cock against it. “We have a few more floors left,” You mutter. “Get off if you can... otherwise it will be an awfully long night,”

Loki doesn’t waste a second. You smirk as he desperately grinds against your thigh. You squeeze a fraction tighter, enjoying his face turn a different shade. Loki grips your hips doing everything he can to cause as much pressure and friction as he can.

“Four more floors, my darling, are you close yet?” You ask. Loki tries to make sounds but struggles to with your hand around his throat. “So eager for a release, aren’t you Prince?” You state rather than question. “You need it... So close yet you don’t have much time.. Just one more floor. Can you do it, my darling? Will you cum for me?” Loki claws at your sides.

You pull away from his ear to watch his face. It’s a light shade of red with a thin sheet of sweat forming over his perfect skin. He looks beautiful. Beautifully frustrated and desperate.

You lightly tsk when the elevator doors open. Loki tries to cling onto you but you manage to pull your leg from between his. You release his throat allowing him to take in deep breaths.

“Come along, the night’s just starting,” You wink at him. You pull Loki from the elevator and toward your room.

When the door closes you turn on a light. You didn’t like doing things in the dark, not with Loki. The majority of your missions, which meant the majority of your life, was spent in the dark alone. You didn’t want to feel alone with Loki. You wanted to see him and be present in the moment. The dark had a way of pulling your mind into it’s clutches. A simple lamp went a long way.

“Come here,” You said. Loki had wandered off. Most likely to undress himself but that’s something you wanted to do. You didn’t undress Loki often but you enjoyed it when you did.

Loki stops when the toes of his shoes bump into yours. You allow yourself a moment to look at him. Loki never looked bad but tonight he looked especially handsome. He didn’t over do it with a suit and tie but kept his attire more than casual with slacks and a button up.

Delicately, you begin working on each button. You eyes follow your hands as his chest becomes more and more exposed. You didn’t bother controlling your desire to kiss his newly unveiled skin.

When the last button is undone your hands eagerly run along his smooth sides. They travel up to his shoulders and proceeds to push the shirt off his body. It hardly covers a spot on the floor before your hands are undoing his belt buckle.

Loki kicks his own shoes off and wiggles out of his trousers when you push them down his legs. You glance into his eyes and send him a playful smirk as your thumbs hook into his underwear.

You kneel to the ground as you pull the underwear down his leg. He steps out of them before giving you one leg to take his sock off. You caress his calf and kiss his knee before doing the same to the next leg.

You pepper kisses up his leg before you reach his cock. You looked up to see his eyes watching, waiting for you to touch him. You press a light kiss on the head before standing up.

“Are you just going to watch me all night or-”

“Get on the bed, pet,” You say. Your voice is calm but there’s a look in your eyes that dares him to challenge you. It’s not a playful look. Loki knows he’s already in for it and challenging you wouldn’t make things any better for him. Still, he considers it. “I won’t say it again,” You warn.

Loki decides to listen to you. He lays in the center of the bed. His cock stands throbbingly straight. You smirk and stand at the edge of the bed. You grab his feet and massage them while you thought about your plan. Loki enjoyed your touch but was becoming impatient.

“Touch me now or I’ll do it myself,” He snaps. You smirk.

“Go ahead,” You encourage him catching him off guard. “Only you’re not allowed to cum. You had your chance in the elevator and you’ll have another chance when it suits me. If you cum now, you won’t be able to again for the rest of the week,” You threaten him. “Or you can wait like a good little prince and I’ll take care of you,” You suggest before turning towards a chest of goodies you’ve acquired since knowing Loki.

Your relationship with the Asgardian god didn’t start with innocent dates and courting rituals. No, it started with tension and a quick fuck against the side of the Avengers building. Since your cock stretched his ass for the first time the god came back again and again until you were the only one who could satisfy him. The only one he trusted to satisfy him. The love, the connection happened later.

Since the quickie against the wall you started experimenting with him. You wanted to see what you could do to him and what he liked done to him. The list of what you couldn’t do is short which made nights more interesting.

You grabbed a few things before closing the chest. When you turned back around Loki shifted upon seeing what was in your hands.

You set the vibrator and lube on the bed beside him. What remained in your hands is a titanium bar. On the bar there’s four handcuffs. You use the outer two around Loki’s ankles. You lift his legs up to his head where you proceeded to lock his wrists in the inner two handcuffs.

“Comfortable?” You ask, rubbing the backs of his thighs. He nods frantically. “So open for me,” You hum, kissing down his legs to his ass. Loki inhales sharply when your tongue swirls around his hole. You suck around it before licking a stripe from his hole up and over his balls stopping at the base of his cock.

While you tease him with your mouth you grab the lube that you set on the bed. You opened it squirting it over your fingers and his hole. He shivers and then moans when you slip a finger inside of him. You pump in and out of him slowly before adding another finger.

“You look so pretty, pet,” You whisper, rubbing the back of his thigh with your free hand. Loki pants and pulls at the handcuff causing you to swiftly spank him in the ass. “Don’t move,” You order. “Just lay there and let me do what I want,” You say smirking at him.

“If you don’t touch my dick I’ll break this bar and do it myself,” He threatens.

“Will you?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and speeding up your fingers. “You want to break free of your restraints? Take matters into your own hands? Do you think you can satisfy yourself better than I can? No, you don’t think that at all do you? How pathetic. A god, such as yourself, at the mercy of a human, like me,” You smirk at him. “What would the other Asgardian’s think of you if they found you like this for me?” Loki glares at you but can’t prevent the moan from leaving his lips when you add a third finger. “You’re nothing but a fuck bunny for me, aren’t you?” Loki bites his lip. “Aren’t you?” You ask again but he refuses to answer.

Your hand leaves his thigh and goes straight for his cock. His jaw drops when you grip it tightly. You jerk him off at a pace that causes his back to arch off the bed.

“You’re a slut, Loki. A slut and my personal fuck bunny, right?” You ask him. “Come on, baby, answer me,” You whisper, speeding up both hands. “If you answer, I’ll let you cum,” You promise. Loki groans, squirming under you. “You don’t want to cum? But you were so desperate earlier... You humped my leg like a whore in the elevator, remember?” You ask. “Tell me, pet... What are you?” Loki groans again and throws his head back into the pillows. “Do you really wanna wait until tomorrow to have your release?” You ask. “I’ll make you wait,” You sang.

It isn’t until he’s right on the edge and you begin to slow down does he cave. Stubborn brat.

“I’m a slut! I’m your slut! Your whore, fuck bunny! Anything! Just let me cum, please,” He begs. You torture him on the edge for a few more seconds making him even more desperate. “Please, please, please! I’m your slut. I’m yours!”

“Good boy,” You whisper, helping him over the edge. He gasps and groans right before he shots his load all over his chest. You chuckle and continue to jack him off until you’ve milked all the cum out of him.

You look at his closed eyes and watch as his body relaxes against the mattress. You withdraw your fingers and grant him a few seconds to relax. You swirl your fingers in the cum while smirking at Loki.

“We’re not done yet, darling,” You promise. “I still have at least another two orgasms I want from you,” Loki opens his eyes to look at you. “You were naughty at the party, pet, and there’s consequences for your actions,” You whisper.

“At least I have your attention,” Loki smirks. You return the grin and hover over him. You rest your hands on the spread bar and lean on it. He groans as you stretch his legs back a little further.

“Oh, darling, as if you ever lost it,” You whisper before kissing him passionately enough to make him see stars. When you pull from him you begin to kiss along his jaw line before leaning back completely. “Round two,” You wink at him while lathering your painfully stiff cock with lube.

You look into his eyes as you push into him. His hands turn into fists and his back arches once more but he never looks away from your eyes. You didn’t like it when he broke eye contact first, especially when your pushing deep inside of him.

“God, Loki, you feel so good,” You breathe out. You bottom out and stay there for a moment. Loki clenches around you cause your eyes to close. You let out a sharp breath. “So, so, fucking good,” You whisper before pulling back and thrusting back in. It doesn’t take long for you to pick up speed.

You lean back on your knees bracing your hands on his thighs. Loki groans panting below you. Unable to resist his plum ass you bring your hand down on it until both cheeks at rosy red all the while Loki moans and whines for you.

“So good, darling, so good for me,” You praise quietly. “Your perfect. Too perfect for this world and just right more me,” Loki whines rubbing his head against the pillows. You wrap your hand around Loki’s cock again and jack him off again. “Who’s my good boy?” You ask. Loki just moans and you smirk. “Am I fucking you stupid, darling?” You ask. When he looks at you you notice the haze in his eyes. You also notice him fighting it. “Let go, love,” You whisper. “Trust me... I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel good,” You promise twisting your hand around his cock before rubbing the head.

Loki’s eyes close and his jaw drops. You feel a surge of pride and even more lust surging through you. You slam your cock in and out of him chasing your own orgasm.

As you feel yourself becoming close you can notice Loki squirming more than usual. He mutters under his breath and tries to wiggle his hips.

“Cum for me, pet,” You demand. Loki doesn’t argue. He shutters as an orgasm rips through him pulling your along with him. You collapse on top of him, you cock buried deep within his ass. “So good baby,” You whisper, kissing his neck.

When you feel yourself soften you pull out of him. He whimpers but you shush him tenderly. You uncuff his legs and wrists. You gently guide each leg to the bed before setting the bar on the ground beside the bed. You check his wrists and ankles to make sure they’re not too red.

“You got one more for me, love?” You ask, softly. He whines tiredly. You rub his hips and his chest. You lean down and lick up some of his cum. “One more and I’ll draw you a nice warm bath,” You promise. He just huffs in response. You kiss a trail up to his neck before nipping at his ear. “Tell me your color, love,” You whisper. It takes him a moment to register what you said.

“Green,” He whispers. You smile lifting your head. You press a soft kiss on his lips. He puckers his own in response.

“Such a good pet,” You whisper, reaching for the vibrator. Loki peaks his eyes open at the sound. You watch him as you bring the wand to his cock. You circle it around the head. Loki’s eyes instantly roll to the back of his head. He releases a long moan.

You watch him as you continue to torture him with the wand. You move it up and down the front and back of his cock. You use your other hand to play with his balls before lowering yourself between his legs to take them in your mouth.

Loki’s hands go to your hair and you groan as he pulls on it. Your eyes go back to his face. You love the way it twists only to relax for a second and go back to a frustrated look. You can tell just by his look and the noises he makes that he’s about to cum once again.

“Come on, baby, just one more,” You whisper. “You’re so close,” Loki whines and thrusts his hips up but you move the wand with his movements until he squirts once again. You grin keeping the vibrations on him until l he’s a twitching mess.

When you turn it off and set it down, Loki’s body relaxes. You smile rubbing his legs as he catches his breath.

“You did so well, baby boy, so well,” You whisper, kissing his lips then his chin, nose and forehead. “How’re you feeling, darling?” Loki hums, lazily wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you down against him. “I promised you a bath,” He hums. “We need to clean up,” He snuggles closer to you. You roll onto your back and old him tightly. “Just a few minutes,” You whisper.

“Thank you,” He whispers against your neck. You kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“Lets get into the bath,” You whisper. He snuggles closer causing you to smile. You wrap his legs around you causing him to groan. You shush him softly. “I’ve got you, darling,” You promise. You sit up, adjust your grip on him, and then stand. You walk slowly to your private bathroom where you set him on the large counter. You lean his back against the mirror. “Stay,” You whisper.

His hazed eyes follow you as you turn on the bath and fill the tube with the perfect temperature. Loki naturally ran cold so for the bath to be comfortable it basically had to be scolding but your skin couldn’t take that much heat. So, you made it as hot as you could handle and hoped it would be enough for him.

“Come on, in the tub,” You whisper, returning to him. His leg latched around you and he pulled you for another kiss. It was sweet and loving and you craved it. You didn’t want to stop kissing him but you knew that the both of you needed to be cleaned. You also knew that it wouldn’t be long until Loki needed sleep.

You lifted him off the counter and carried him over to the tub. You readjusted your grip and gently lowered him down. Once he was in the water you got in behind him. He leaned against your chest and let out a soft sigh.

“So good,” You whisper in his ear. You grabbed a soft cloth and soaked it in the water. You then began to wash his chest. “You did so well, baby,” You told him. “You took me so well. Took everything so well. I love you so much,”

“Love you too,” He whisper, turning his head to cuddle into your neck. You hummed softly and continued to wash him. You whispered praises and love the entire time. Only when the water cooled off did the both of you climb out.

You grabbed a towel and dried him off thoroughly. Then you quickly dried yourself before grabbing his wrist and leading him toward the bed. You had him wait for you to change the sheets and blanket before you laid down. He cuddled on top of you instantly.

“I love you,” You whisper, kissing his head. He sighs relaxing even more against you. “Get some rest, baby, I’ve got you,”

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Darling | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Kochanie means love/darling in Polish ( I fucking Hope, given that my source is the internet LOL)

It’s a Bucky x Reader and Zemo (platonic) x Reader thing // If you wanna reach and squint maybe it can be romantic, but I don't think lol.

Abrupt end. my focus was only a scenario where Bucky is jealous of Zemo.

I like drama.

Word count: 2925

Darling

It wasn't that (f/n) was always so guarded that people would assume she was jaded. In fact, the young woman truly believed that everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt.

She had it in her heart to retain that somewhat optimistic trait, even in spite of the bitterness she'd come across.

She liked to see the good in everyone, yet, all the same, she liked to think that she wasn't entirely naïve.

She wasn't an oblivious fool, but rather, soft at heart.

Everyone deserves a chance, right?

'Even him...' (f/n) thought to herself. ‘At least, for now.’

When she started to notice the Baron's behavior towards her, she became wary, not knowing what to really feel.

"- Why are you being so nice to me?" the young woman asked with a scrutinizing  gaze, trying to figure out his strategy, because a good part of her was convinced there had to be some type of game he was trying to win at.

'I just don't understand,' she thought with genuine uncertainty as to what she should feel.

Part of her really wanted to look past everything and just hope he was actually helping out. For the mission, she wanted to do that, but it was waging wars with the part of her that loved her friends.

It battled with the part of her heart that had fled along with Steve when he had to go into hiding.

It argued with the person that stayed back and sat with Tony, sadly gazing at his beaten form, crying because she remembered the instance where during their fight she'd almost gone in for a kill shot.

  For just a fraction of a second, she had gone in with the intention of actually hurting him, and while she'd recoiled the second she realized it had happened, there was a moment where they were enemies.

There was a moment where he looked at her with disdain and utter betrayal.

And Rhodey?

Rhodey didn't deserve what happened to him either.

There was so much that happened because of Zemo's vindication. So many lives were lost, and so many things just could not be reversed.

With halting steps, the male then released a short huff of amusement,

"can't I just be friendly?" he asked her as he lightly bowed before sliding a small teacup over to her from the other side of the table, urging her to take it with a lax motion of his hand.

"No," She breathed, still staring at him, trying to finally determine if he had a hidden motive or not.

"- You didn't really like me before," She recalled, and at that, he let another chuckle escape before he nodded, "Once again, It was not personal," he reminded her, making it seem as though it were all the explanation that had been needed.

But it wasn't good enough for her.

"- Helmut," She said with another sigh, overall exasperated because it was as though the man spoke in riddles.

It was never yes or no.

There was a subtle lift to the corners of his mouth, and after the small, worn utter of his name, he decided to stand back up.

"If you need me...call." He said softly, not bothering to look back at her, instead, leaving with silence just as the other two men walked in, and as he retreated, (f/n)'s brows furrowed, feeling unsettled by the man and his sudden kindness.

He'd been especially sweet to her and she just couldn't understand why he went out of his way for her.

"What's with that face?" Sam said with interest, noticing how thoughtful she looked as she stared down at the warm drink.

Her index finger played with its handle by trailing the pad of it over the porcelain, idly continuing the act as the gears in her head began to pick up their working pace.

"It's...nothing," she said with unease before deciding to pick the drink up, taking a greedy sip from it, because after all, she did love it.

It not only calmed her nerves, but also helped her sleep, and overall, just made her feel happy.

And these days, she needed any bit of serotonin she could get.

She'd had a lot on her mind lately, and being around the auburn-haired male did nothing to ease her.

It wasn't like she was developing any weird feelings for him, but all the same, she felt a strange warmth for him, and much more his actions.

He was sweet to her, as well as attentive, and it all felt genuine, all to a degree she found trouble accepting.

'Why is he so nice to me?' She wondered again, not having received an answer from him, yet feeling anxious for one.

'It doesn't really benefit him in any way, so why would he risk his life...for me?' She then wondered with confusion, releasing a soft, shaky sigh as she thought of the events from just a day before.

"Kochanie, Stay back!" he said while pushing her back, standing before her, shielding her from the upcoming danger which came in the form of quick bullets.

He'd been so careful with her, and it all resulted in him receiving a stray shell, one that grazed his arm, which was a stroke of luck considering the real damage that could have done.

Nonetheless, she stood alarmed.

"Are you alright?" he said while quickly moving towards the woman, inspecting her, his eyes roaming over her to try and find signs of injury.

Still stunned, the young woman nodded, "yeah...yeah, of course," she said softly, not knowing what else to say while eyeing the red that spilled from his arm.

With deaf ears she continued to watch the oozing warmth, conflicted.

"T-Thank you, Helmut," She said while offering him a faint smile that had slowly arisen, and it was one he received with a soft, shaken breath.

"Yes...kochanie," He responded, his eyes closed for just a moment as he responded.

All the while, the light-eyed brunette had stared with narrowed eyes, stirred by the sudden closeness, annoyed by all the tension that existed between them and that was easy to detect.

"-You've been getting really close to him," Barnes said accusingly, something that made (f/n) stare at him with confusion as she turned to him with a little scrunch to her face.

"Hello James," She said flatly, not entirely pleased with the antagonizing way he approached her.

'Not even a hello, ' She thought to herself, holding back a scoff, finding it hard to remain courteous. The only thing she could do was to behave as formally as she could with him, letting him know that they weren't as close as they had been before.

In sense, it was just her being petty.

"Good morning (f/n)."  She then said in a lighter pitch, speaking while showing off a kind smile, giving him a more acceptable greeting.

There was a long pause set between them before she spoke again.

"Now," she started before breathing in a long, low breath, "What in the world are you talking about?" She asked him, staring at him with brewing annoyance, because, first off, he hadn't spoken to her in weeks.

Somehow, even while stuck in the same building, he'd managed to avoid her like the plague, even while being stuck in the same room, yet had the nerve to judge her acquaintances.

He was the reason she was roped into the mess she was now in, and not only that, but he was the reason she was associated with the man in question to begin with.

'If it weren't for you..!' she thought with annoyance.

So how was it her fault?

How did it seem like she went out of her way for the other man?

'He always comes to ME,' she inwardly cried.

"You've been getting real chummy with Zemo lately," He specified, "And maybe, just maybe, I'm imagining things, but he's been real' sweet on you as of late," he added with the same narrowed eyes.

"- Do you want us at each other's throats?" she then quipped back, "Or do you want us to not talk, kinda, like, how you and me have been getting along?" She shot back, being quick to point it out without so much as a second thought.

He was quick to change face, his entire expression melting into regret before his right hand ran to the back of his head, moving to take hold of the long strands that had, by then, been snipped off.

His eyes were then shot down as he chewed his inner cheek, having been quickly put down by her, and having nearly no response back.

It took him a long minute before he seemed to find the right words, releasing them lowly and with uncertainty,

"Last night I saw him go into your room."  He told her. "And he was there for a long time," He added with a frown.

Silently, she listened on, recalling just what he spoke of.

They’d only talked and did nothing more.

"And before then...

The way he's been looking at you.

Talking to you..." It was then that Bucky swallowed hard,  thinking back to how sweetly the man had addressed her.

He had a little endearment for her, and it bothered him so much to hear the familiarity he'd uttered it with.

While shaking her head, and executing a swift roll to her (e/c) colored eyes, (f/n) then turned around, not wanting to hear him continue.

There was panic in the blue-eyed male's face before he sprung forward, stopping her by getting in her path, soon coming face to face with her after the quick stride,

"I thought you were smarter than this!" He then blurted out.

The sudden bellow stunned her before she pursed her lips, her (e/c) colored eyes becoming hard as her entire expression soured.

"One." She gritted while lifting a sole, shaking finger while trying to maintain her voice still, " He's been getting close to me," she corrected him, which only made Barnes roll his eyes.

" It’s the same thing," he added quickly.

"uh, no," she said flatly.

"And two," she said while lifting up the second finger,

"Who the hell do you think you are, huh?" she questioned him, the sudden question making him deflate, having no answer for her.

"Exactly," she hissed, quickly brushing past him and not looking back.

She loved him, she really did.

But sometimes, she just couldn't stand him. Lately, she hasn't been able to stand him one bit.

It was that evening that she decided to just suck it up and be upfront.

 She didn’t approach with a confrontational strut and stern resolve, but rather, a tired exhale and concerned face.

And she asked him. She asked him why he was so kind. She asked him why he called her that word, why he’d go out of his way for her.

And he finally answered.

"You remind me so much of my Kochanie," He finally admitted.

“My wi- My late wide.” he confessed.

"The little way you say my name, is just like her," He told her, and at the admittance, (f/n)'s expression melted.

If there was one thing that was true, it was his love for his family, and she'd never had any doubt in his words when they were involved.

'he'd never taint their memory,' (f/n) thought with certainty.

It was then that he chuckled softly, "Sometimes when you are frustrated, and I can see your face just set in that mood, I wait for you to say my name," he admitted with lightly glistening orbs.

"I'd disappoint her so much," he said with a mix of fondness and regret.

"But she was understanding. Far too understanding. " he thought with shame, "And the most she'd do is say my name just like you sometimes do," he said while reminiscing.

"(f/n)," he then murmured, making sure to look at her straight on. "- I noticed your behavior lately, and I realized that perhaps there is another reason," He said while gliding over a crushed, slim box, the same one she'd snuck out to purchase.

"Why are you still here?" He asked her, his voice low and frustrated as he scooted closer, his eyes begging to know why she'd put herself at such a horrible risk.

"Kochanie," he said firmly, calling her by the endearment as a force of habit by then.

" You have a wonderful gift," He told her, all while pain resided in his heart, because, to him, a child was precious.

To him, his own child had been a blessing and he would have given anything to hold him just once more.

"for you to just put yourself at risk like this," he said while reaching for her hands, daringly doing so without hesitation.

And quietly, she allowed the contact, feeling solemn and chided.

Her lips purse before she released a shaky breath, one he responded with another question to,  

"Are they aware that you are-"

"No," She said sternly, "And I want it to stay that way," She told him, making him shake his head in disapproval.

"How far along are you?" he questioned her.

Biting her lip, (f/n) shook her head, "could be two months," she started, "could be less," she admitted, thinking back to the last time it could have happened. "I don't know for sure," she added, wishing that she'd been much more cautious.

She'd never really been on track with her cycle, never paying mind to it, because when it happened it happened, and when it didn't, it eventually came a little later.

'what the hell is wrong with me,' she thought with annoyance, ' this is the kind of shit I'm supposed to keep track of,' she went on, lamenting over her disorganization.

Her only excuse was that she’d been going through a lot the last few months.

'what the hell was I thinking!' she then added, regretting the few times she'd let herself get carried away so much that she hadn't even considered the fact that she could become pregnant.

"And....ah..." Zemo struggled to find the words before chuckling, "You are staying close to their father....right?" he questioned her, the man having a hunch.

And she dropped her head in shame,

"He gets himself in a lot of trouble," she said while breathing out a soft, bemused chuckle.

'He's kind of a mess,' she inwardly mused, hating how much she loved someone so complicated.

Before she knew it her eyes glazed, the (e/c) colored drops overflowing,

"Shit..." she breathed as her right hand went up o her face, her palm hastily dragging over to collect the falling tears and brush them aside.

"I'm sorry," she airily murmured, not having expected to suddenly break, but then again, she hadn't expected the conversation at all.

"Things have been tense between us," she sniffled.

"Clearly," he mumbled, not needing her to say more.

He reached out for her, his hand placed on her shoulder to comfort her before she suddenly leaned in.

With short sobs so soft that they were easily muffled by his shoulder, she held onto him.

"Thank you," (F/n) managed to utter, the muted, little words understood even while softened by the strong press.

'I'm so tired,' the young woman grieved, fully melting onto the man, the warmth of his body giving her solace.

'I've been so tired...' She added while tightly shutting her eyes.

She'd been so tired, so frustrated she just let herself sink into the calm that surrounded her.

She jumped awake at the echoing boom of shattered glass, the force used to destroy the clear container being angered and brute.

Her (e/c) colored eyes were opened wide in alarm, quickly narrowed to the sight of two hazy figures that quickly cleared into the sight of familiar faces.

"Back...off," Bucky said lowly, stalking closer to Zemo with heavy, imposing stomps that it was definitely the strut of a man out for blood.

"-I don't want you anywhere near her," he added just as darkly.

"I don't want you to touch her.

I don't want you to even look at her," he continued on, his right palm pressed to the other man's chest, pushing him back, all while he accepted it with a stoic expression.

Helmut pressed his lips together before swallowing down thickly, his chin pointed to the direction the woken woman stood as she tried to process the sight.

“If you were a man, you’d speak to her,” He said. “You wouldn’t ignore her.” he added. 

“You would be the one protecting her. You should not hesitate to,” Helmut lowly muttered.

“ If you care about her, you should protect her with you life.” he said sternly. 

“ - Protect her and your child,” he nearly spat, and at that Barnes’s hold loosened, the slack in his stance heavily noted.

“My child?” he said with confusion, the tight knit in between his brows upturned as he looked at (f/n), his eyes holding a great concern and worry as well as regret.

“(f/n)?” he started, his voice terribly soft. 

“Are you pregnant?” he asked her, and she swore the room spun, she felt as though she’d been cough in a powerful whirlpool, one that dragged her down. 

She registered her knees Buckling before her sight was peppered with black spots that overwhelmed her before it all became black.

She never figured she’d be one to suddenly faint, that was a new symptom, but she later mused that perhaps the right amount of pressure would make anyone cave.

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[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Thanks for answering my last ask about the requests! 🥰

If possible I'd like to request something: male reader is Steve Roger's adopted son (adopted after he came back from being frozen lmao) and the reader is secretly dating Peter Parker!

I don't know if it's too specific or too complicated, but I was imagining something like: reader is like an avenger too. He doesn't have powers but has fighting skills and is a very sneaky and swift fighter much like Black Widow. He fights occasionally but his father is always hesitant on letting him participate in highly dangerous missions, he's very protective of his son. That would all just be like background information just give the story some base, but the plot itself i was thinking was just about Steve discovering his son is dating Peter - and, with that, discovering reader is gay - and he gets protective, possibly interrogates Peter and stuff like that. Obviously very fluffy at the end with everyone happy but I guess you can just work on it how you think it's best! If it's too vague or too complex I can try to rewrite the request if you'd like ☺️

Maybe Steve discovers that during a mission! I think that would be interesting - if you like it of course!

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Son reader + Peter Parker x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

N/n: Nickname

H/c: Hair color

Warnings: Fighting, cursing, blood, protective dad TM Steve, character injury, coming out, supportive Steve, adopted reader, fluff, slight angst, kinda Steve’s POV

Word count: 1236

Being the son of Steve Rodger’s, aka Captain America had never been an easy feat. He had adopted Y/n after he got out of the ice, needing someone to have in the complete mystery the world was to him. He immediately loved the spunky boy, who was outspoken and reminded him of his younger self.

On many occasions’ Y/n came home with bruises littering his body, but a boyish smile adorned on his lips. The boy just seemed to find trouble without even trying, so Steve decided to teach his son how to fight. It was quite a surprise when Y/n was a complete natural, able to take his father down after a few weeks of training.

The teenage boy’s confidence only seemed to grow with training and fighting, and much to Steve’s displeasure his son ended up joining the avengers. It was one of the only times the father and son argued, going from screaming at each other to the silent treatment for days.

Steve had to admit, his son could kick some serious ass, even beating Clint during a spar, leaving the assassin on the mat groaning in pain and eventually tapping out. Then came in Peter parker, in all his geeky glory, immediately drawing his son’s attention. Steve was hesitant about the boy; he didn’t want Peter causing more trouble for Y/n in the long run.

The father couldn’t deny that his son seemed happier when Peter came into his life, spending most of his time with the young genius and his friends. It was like a moth to a flame, Y/n gravitated towards the boy in a way Steve couldn’t place a word to. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his son was enamored with Parker. He promptly reminded himself that his son wasn’t gay (There was no issue if he was though) Steve just assumed his son would tell him if that was the case.

That belief was completely changed on a mission though, Y/n and Peter accompanied the team, taking down one of the last HYDRA bases that was left. He had to admit that the kids were holding up well, he could see his son flying around, adorned in all black, including the black mechanical wings on his back. Y/n had made those himself, claiming that they needed more air support than just Tony, Rhodey and Sam.

Every time Steve watched Y/n fly around he felt his heart jump out of his chest, he knew his son could handle himself, but damn it, it was a paternal instinct. “How are we looking up there?” Steve called over the comms, watching as the three flying beings fought off any air support, and diving down to help when needed.

“Well pops judging by the fact that we’re all heading towards the ground for support I’d day good.” Came his sons sarcastic reply, and Steve had to hold back a small smirk. Usually, he’d reprimand someone for talking like that, but Y/n was a special case.

“N/n could you head my way, kinda getting swamped over here.” Parker’s high pitched and young voice rang through the comms, and Steve watched as his beloved son took off once more. He could hear the two young superhero’s grunting and making banter back and forth over the comms as the fight continued.

What took the captain off guard was the sound of his son crying out in pain and the panicked sound of Peter calling out “Y/n!” It felt like someone had grabbed his heart and ripped it out of his chest as he heard Peter call “We have an agent down! Y/n’s down!” Never in Steve’s many years of life did he move as fast as he was right now. Anyone who got in his was down before they could even raise their weapon.

When he saw Peter cradling Y/n against his chest, fingers brushing through his son’s H/c hair, the panic only worsened. The mask Y/n wore was ripped off, lying on the ground beside him; and Steve could clearly see the blood leaking from his son’s side.

As the super soldier got closer, he could hear Peter rambling quietly. “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” The teenagers voice sounded so broken; it made his chest tighten even more. “Your dads coming and then we’ll get you to med bay, you’ll be good as new.” He reassured Y/n. Steve couldn’t even bring himself to care when Peter leaned down and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s lips, giving the other boy a tight smile.

From there everything felt like a blur, Steve carried Y/n to the jet and next thing he knew his son was in recovery, a tired smile on his face as Steve entered the room. “Hey pops.” Y/n’s voice sounded so tired and strained, it made Steve want to break down and cry.

“Hey kiddo, how’re you feeling?” He questioned, sitting in the chair beside his son’s bed, immediately holding his hand. “Like I got shot twice.” Y/n deadpanned, giving his father a cheeky grin. Steve huffed out a tired laugh, eyes running over his son’s bruised body. “Yeah, yeah that makes sense.” The soldier chuckled lightly, giving Y/n’s hand a squeeze. The two sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor. After a few moments of psyching himself up, Steve spoke.

“So, you and Parker huh?” He kept his voice light, eyebrows furrowed slightly. His son’s cheeks flushed, looking away from his father. “Oh, uh yeah.” He could hear the beeping increase slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me kiddo?” He questioned, feeling a bit hurt that his son had kept something so important from him.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, being from the 40’s and all...” Y/n trailed off, eyebrows furrowed a bit. Steve felt his stomach twist a bit. Y/n was scared he wouldn’t accept him being gay? “Oh sweetheart, I don’t care if you’re gay, I love you no matter what, you’re still my baby boy.”

The smile Y/n gave him put the sun to shame, making a smile spread across his own lips. “How long have you and Peter been together?” He questioned lightly, his thumb brushing over the teenagers’ knuckles. “6 months.” Y/n replied shyly, flush darkening under his father’s questioning. That continued for about an hour before Peter entered the room, and immediately the protective dad mode came out.

“So, Parker what are your intentions with my son?” Y/n let out an indignant sound, slapping his dads’ arm. Peter’s entire face flushed bright red, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “T-to make him happy, sir.” Came Peter’s shy reply, glancing over at his boyfriend for help.

“Pops, seriously? Leave him alone.” Y/n gave his father an annoyed look, making Steve shrink back slightly, his kid was slightly terrifying, okay? The father watched as the two boys interacted, watching them for a few moments, before excusing himself from the room. If he came back later and the two were curled up in bed together asleep, well he wasn’t going to say anything.

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[bruh--wtf]

Pretty Girl

Peter Parker x Reader

Main Masterlist

Summary: Tony Starks daughter finds out her bestfriend has been pushing guys away from her. And when she finds out, things get heated quickly. In more than one way.

(Peter's like 19 in this fic)

Warminng: smut. Oral(male and female recieving). Multiple orgasms. Vaginal sex. Praise kink. Cursing.

Peter Parker Masterlist

The fact that you're nineteen and never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month. All because your previous boyfriends would get threats from your dad, Steve, Rhodey, Bruce, Clint... the scariest ones were when Nat threatened them. That's when they ran the fastest.

But what you didn't know was Peter was in on it. But now you did. You went on a couple dates with a really nice guy. But he just broke it off. He said it was because of something Peter said to him.

Since you'd met Peter, he'd gotten more confident. Especially since starting college. The last couple years, he'd really grown into himself.

"Peter!" You yell, angry. He looks up, confused. He was in the lab with your dad. Your dad puts his hands up in mock surrender.

"Pete, surrender, she sounds like her mom," your dad says. You give your dad a glare. Peter looks between you and your dad, confused. He also looked a little nervous.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You ask. Your dad whistles.

"Yeah, I'm out," he says, and walks out of the lab.

"What'd I do?" He asks. You raise an eyebrow.

"Are you serious right now? What did you do? What did you say to him?!" He visibly cringes. He squeezes his eyes shut, then puts his head down looking at what he'd been working on.

"I didn't think he'd tell you," he says quietly.

"Oh? You didn't? What was he supposed to say? Cause, all he did was tell me the truth. 'Sorry, we can't go out anymore cause your friend told me we couldn't'. Yeah, that seems pretty familiar!" You exclaim.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry? Sorry! I'm gonna kill you!" You yell, rounding the table to get closer to him. He takes a few hurried steps back, away from you, almost tripping.

"Woah, woah, wait, wait, okay? I- he just wasn't good enough for you," he says, attempting to explain himself. You raise an eyebrow.

"That's not your call to make!" You say, grabbing a random piece of metal off the workbench and throwing at him. He caught it and gave you a 'seriously?' look.

"C'mon!" You just grab another piece, throwing it at him. He drops the other one and catches this one. "Oh, come on, Y/N, I'm just looking out for you!"

"Looking out for me?!" You throw something else. "You never even talked to him! How are you supposed to know if someone is good for me?! Especially if you never even try to give them a chance!"

"Cause, I'm your bestfriend," he says. You groan and throw the next thing in reach. "Hey, hey, not the web shooters!" He exclaims and places that down gently. You didn't care at the moment, just grabbing the one next to it. He quickly comes up to you, grabbing your wrists. You drop the webshooter and he pushes you back against the table behind you. You just glared at him, trying to get out of his grip, but it was useless.

"You shouldn't have gone behind my back! How many times have you done that, huh? God, why can't anyone in this damn compound give me chance!" You groan. The last part was more so for yourself. You felt his grip loosen slightly on your wrist and quickly twisted out of his grip. You storm out of the lab, not waiting for him to respond. You pass by Bruce who looks confused.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" He asks, but you ignore him.

"Y/N!" Peter yells, following you. You hurry down the stairs, Thor was visiting, and put a hand on your arm stopping you. He looked between you and Peter.

"Are you alright?" He asks. You shrug him off.

"Just peachy," you say, sarcastically. You keep going. Peter used time to catch up to you, though. He runs infront of you. You go to go around him, but he groans and throws you over his shoulder. "Peter Parker, put me down, right now!" You exclaim. He just nods at Thor, and continues walking towards his room.

"Thor! Help me!" You yell. Thor just laughs.

"Banner! Did you see that?" He asks. You flip him off, and kept hitting Peter's back. When he got to his room, he basically threw you onto his bed, and turned around, locking his door. You stand up, and go to walk towards the door. You make it all of one step before Peter pushes you back.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yell.

"I don't want you going out with someone else, okay?!" He yells back. You sat there in shock. You deflated a little. What? Peter... what the hell? What is that supposed to mean?

"You... why wouldn't you-"

"Because, why would I want you with someone else, when everytime I see you I want you?" He asks, he was the one yelling now. Your voice was more of a mumble, trying to process what was happening.

Peter Parker... wanted you? You'd be lying if you said you never had feelings for Peter. You just... never thought he'd be interested. So you went out with other guys, trying to get over him. Your bestfriend.

"So, look, I'm sorry if I made you mad, but I can't help it! I don't like seeing you with other guys! I mean, when you go out on dates you always look so fucking good, and I hate that you're going out with someone that isn't me. So-" You stand up, cutting off Peter's rambling. You grab his neck, and quickly pull him into you, crashing your lips to his.

He froze for a second, before his hands found your waist and held on tightly. Almost a little to tightly.

He didn't care though. You were kissing him! He was kind of distracted by the way you were pressing your body against his. The feeling of your hands in his hair.

You pulled away, a centimeter away, and said breathily, "I want you too, Peter." He groaned and quickly pushed you back against the bed, his lips still attached to yours. He quickly climbed ontop of you, his lips kissing at your jaw, and neck roughly. Your legs wrapped around his torso, and he started sucking at the skin on your neck. Eventually, you flipped the two of you over when he didn't see it coming. He layed there underneath you, his hands finding your thighs. You smirked a little, and peeled off your shirt. His eyes trailed over your breasts like he was trying to commit them to memory. His hands slid up your waist. You caught his hands, smirking still. You leaned down and kissed him quickly.

"Your turn, Parker." You pulled him up by his collar, shuffling down a little bit. You pulled at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his arms up, allowing you to take his shirt off. Your eyes grazed over his toned torso. Peter had always been muscular. And you were used to seeing him without a shirt. When he fell asleep without a shirt during movie nights, during training, ect. And you always avoided staring for to long, to keep from drooling. But now you took your time. You could, afterall. He smirked a little at you, pushing some hair behind your ears.

"This means you like me, though, right?" He asks. You smile at him, kissing him, and pushing him back to lay down again. You start returning the favor, assaulting his neck like he did yours. Though you did have to try a little harder to suck a bruise into his skin. He was Spiderman afterall. You licked up the sensitive skin that you just kissed, up to his ear. His grip on your legs tightened a little.

"Yep. Though, I'm pretty sure I'll like you even more in an hour," you whisper, nipping at his ear lightly. Peter chuckles slightly, his hands rubbing your legs gently for a second, and then flips you over.

"An hour?" He asks, and you nod. He shakes his head, kissing you softly. "No, I'm gonna take a hell of alot more time on you than an hour, pretty girl." He kisses your neck softly again, then rips off your bra. You gasp.

"Peter!" You exclaim. He chuckles slightly, kissing your collarbone.

"You won't need it anyways," he says. You open your mouth to say something, and then his mouth wraps around your nipple. You let out a moan, grasping onto his hair. "God, I love your tits," he praises. You felt him start to litter bruises all across your chest. Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling slightly. He pressed a kiss in the valley of your breasts, and then starts littering kisses down your stomach. The kisses on your stomach were softer, and when he got to the waistband of your shorts, he came all the way back up. You whimpered as he hovered over you again.

"What do you want me to do, pretty girl?" He asks. He starts softly running a hand through your hair.

"Mm mm, my turn," you say. He gives you a confused look before you flip the two of you over yet again. He held onto your waist, looking down at your tits. He smirked to himself when he saw how many hickies were already littering your skin. You quickly climbed off of him and got down on your knees. Peter quickly sat up. You started unbuttoning his pants, and slid them off of him.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to," he says. You smile up at him, and nod. You could've guessed that Peter would be a giver.

"I know. I want to," you say. He thought you looked sinful. Smiling at him so innocently while you were on your knees half naked inbetween his legs. He couldn't get enough of it though. He lifted himself up slightly to help you slide off his boxers. His length almost surprised you and it must've shown on your face.

"Are ya sure, pretty girl?" He asks, chuckling. You blush slightly and nod. "Y/N-" you cut him off by attaching your hand to his length. He groans softly, falling back onto his elbows when you start pumping his cock. You do that a few times and then attach your mouth to the tip. You run your tongue around the underside, and then start taking him further into your mouth, occasionally swirling your tongue around. He moans out.

"Fuck, baby." You chuckled to yourself, the vibrations making him lose it. One of his hands fists your hair. You take him all the way, and the tip hits the back of your throat. You couldn't help but gag slightly. "You okay, baby?" He asks. You nod, and he groans again. You would've smirked if your mouth wasn't full. You start bobbing your head, taking up a faster rhythm pretty quickly. His hips bucked up slightly, and his hand started forcing your head to go faster, guiding your motions.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. So pretty on your knees." You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and a few seconds later he was moaning above you, letting go of your hair. His cum filling up your mouth. You took every drop you could, swallowing it. Eventually, you pulled your mouth away, with a pop. Some of his cum was dripping down your chin as he looked at you. You used your thumb to gather it up, and quickly licked it off your digit. You stood up, and took off your shorts and underwear infront of him. He was still leaned back on his elbows, and you came back over to him, straddling him again. You sat slightly on his lower stomach. You leaned down and kissed him deeply.

"Now, you can touch me," you say, smirking. He looks over your figure. You crawl off him, laying back against his pillows. He was quickly ontop of you, his hands quickly trying to memorize every inch of your body.

His hands pushed apart your thighs, staring at your open pussy right infront of him. A low growl like sound escapes him. "God, my pretty girl." He licks his lips. "My turn," he says, smirking to himself. You could hardly wait. His hands were still teasing you, getting closer and closer but never really touching you.

"Peter," you say in a warning voice. He chuckles to himself.

"Sorry, pretty girl, I was just admiring my view." He kissed you quickly before quickly kissing your thighs, sucking marks into them as well. He suddenly licked between your folds, making your body jerk slightly. "Isn't this what you want, pretty girl?" You nod your head quickly.

"Yes. Yes, I want your mouth," you say. He smirks to himself.

"Your wish is my command," he says, smiling at you. He dives right back in, licking at your folds. He starts sucking at your clit, making a high moan leave your lips. Your hands grip his hair again, raking through his curls. His tongue finds your entrance, the wet muscle quickly sliding in and out of you. Your back arches off the bed slightly. You scratched at his neck slightly, pulling at his hair. He pulls your hips further against his face, and his tongue finds a new angle. Your legs now resting over his shoulders.

You pushed your hips further against his face, almost rocking them in a rhythm. His tongue started swirling around, holding you tightly against his mouth. It was like he was exploring with his tongue. Memorizing every inch.

"God, Peter, fuck," you pant. Your hips keep rocking slightly, and he presses down on your hips, to keep them steady. You whimper slightly. But then he switches it up again, sucking at your clit, while quickly adding two fingers where his tongue just was.

You... were a moaning and whimpering mess.

"Fuck, Peter. I'm close. I'm close. I'm gonna-"

"Come on my face, pretty girl," he says, taking his lips away for two seconds before reattaching them. You follow instruction, and cum. He doesn't stop though. Following pattern and switching between sucking, using his tongue, and using his fingers until you cum on his tongue a second time.

"Peter! Peter, fuck, stop. I-I..." you trail off, panting. Peter licks his lips, and kisses you. You could still taste the remnants of yourself in his tongue. He smiles, looking down at you.

"Want my cock, pretty girl?" He asks. "Wanna be a good girl and take my cock too?" He asks. You nod feverishly. He chuckles. "Words."

"I wan' your cock... please," you say. The last part comes out more as a whimper. He smiles to himself, kissing your cheek, still letting your breathing become a little more steady before continuing. He peppers kisses all over your face before finally reattaching his lips to yours. "Mm, please, Peter. I need you inside me." He groans softly at your words.

"I'll give you what you want, darling. You just gotta tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" He says carefully, almost as though to make sure you hear him.

"mkay, Peter. It's okay. I want you to do whatever you want to me," you say. His eyes darken a little more at your words.

"Tell me if it's to much," he says, and you nod.

"Okay," you whisper softly. He reaches over to his nightstand and you grab his arm. He raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm on the pill. I want you to fill me up." A small groan slips past his lips again. He kisses your jaw again.

"As you wish, darling." He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly expanding your walls as he fills you up. You moan as he enters you. Your head tilts back slightly. "Baby, you feel so good around me. So warm and tight," he says. You whimper softly at his words. He looks at you for reassurance when he completely fills you up. You take a few seconds to catch your breath. You didn't even know you could feel this full.

"Move," you whisper softly, nodding. He nods back, and starts at a rather fast pace right off the bat. You could tell he was holding back. "Don't hold back Peter. It's okay," you say. He looks at you for a second, before speeding up. Your moans filled up the empty room, mixed with some of his own.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel you getting tighter," he says. You nod slightly. He brings a hand down, and starts rubbing your clit, while absolutely ramming into you. You cry out his name as you hit your climax. He keeps going though, unwavering. He pulls out of you for a split second, and flips you over. You gasp, and he starts wrecking you from behind. His arm was wrapped around your waist holding on tightly so you didn't move. You would've fallen if he wasn't holding onto you. Your top half did. Causing him to hit even deeper angles, continuously brushing your g-spot. You moaned into his pillow, your hands wrapping around his headboard to try and hold yourself up a little more.

You felt him start sucking on your neck again. And he kept rubbing your clit. "Peter!" You whined. He flipped you over again. He kissed your chest softly.

"I told you I was going to take more than an hour," he says. You scratch at his neck and shoulders, searching for some kind of stability. He hikes your legs up onto his shoulders, ramming into your g-spot at an inhuman pace.

"Fuck, right there Peter. Right there," you pant. He takes your hands off his neck and shoulders with one hand, pinning them above your head. He keeps sucking at your chest and neck, and lightly nibbles at the sensitive skin from time to time. "Holy, fuck, Peter!" And with that, you felt the wave of blis wash over you again.

You didn't even know how you were still conscious. You were basically on the verge of passing out. You didn't know how he was lasting this long. He just gave you four orgasms, and you didn't know how he was still going.

"One more time, baby," he says. Your eyes widen slightly as he flipped the two of you so you were sitting on his lap again. You basically collapsed against his chest.

"Peter, I can't-"

"No, no. It's okay. I'll help you. Just one more for me, okay?" He asks, using his hands and strength to push you up and down on his cock. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and he managed to find one of your nipples and start sucking on it as well. You moaned.

"I don't know if I can, Peter," you whimper. He rubs at your clit, using one hand to guide you up and down.

"You can. Okay? One more and we're done." He gives a light kiss to your neck, watching your tits bounce up and down infront of his face. You felt his cock twitch inside you. "Cum with me, okay?" All you could do was nod. He starts rubbing your abused clit again and you cry out. This time the most violent wave crashing over your body. You were literally shaking in his grasp. Your senses were muffled. You vaguely heard yourself mumbling his name inbetween pants, and whimpers.

You felt his hot cum spurt inside of you. You rested your head on his shoulder, both of your bodies now covered in sweat. "You did so good. Such a good girl. So pretty with me buried inside of you." You hum softly, accepting the praise. Your eyes closed and he kissed your shoulder. He just sat there for a few minutes, waiting for your breathing to calm down, still inside of you. He still held you closely ontop of him. "Mm, you okay, pretty girl?" He asks. You nod slightly, ready to fall asleep.

"Mm, can we lay down?" You ask softly. He nods slightly, still pressing feather light kisses to your shoulder and neck.

"Whatever my pretty girl wants," he whispers. You smile softly.

"Mm, your girl," you whisper to yourself. You caught the smile on his face when you said it though. You couldn't help the whimper that escapes you, though, when he lifts you up, pulling out of you. You felt empty compared to the full feeling from just a few seconds ago.

He doesn't let go of you though. He holds you on him with one arm. With the other, peeling back the sheets. He takes the heavy comforter off, letting the thin sheets be the only thing left on the bed. He lays you down gently, kissing your forehead. You reach for him, but he pulls away for a second. He puts on shorts, grabbing a shirt. He sits down, pulling you up, you whimper again and he frowns. He covers you in his shirt, peppering your face with kisses again. You smile softly.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, Y/N," he whispers softly. You shake your head, your arms lazily draped over his shoulders. You press a kiss to his cheek sleepily.

"Don' be sorry. 's okay. I liked it," you whisper. You peck his lips, your eyes feeling extremely heavy. Peter kisses you again, and lays you back down. He stands up, and you whine when he does. He goes into his bathroom, coming out with a warm, wet towel. You suddenly feel him touching your abused center and hiss, closing your legs quickly. He sighs.

"Let me clean you up, baby," he says. You whine as be peels your legs open again. You wince when he touches your clit. "'M sorry, baby. This'll only take a second." He finishes cleaning you up and then grabs a water bottle. He walks back over to you, rubbing your arm softly. He puts a hand on your back, pushing you up gently.

"I don't wanna, Pete," you say, pouting and probably sounding like a little kid. He pecks your lips, untwisting the water bottle cap.

"Just drink it, please?" He asks, looking at you with his soft eyes, and worried face.

"Will you lay down with me after?" You ask. He nods. You nod, and carefully take the water bottle. You didn't fully trust your muscles, neither did he. He had his hand following the bottle, ready to catch it incase it spilled.

"There you go, good girl." He grabs the bottle once your done with it, putting it on his nightstand. He kisses your cheek and climbs into the bed with you. You could barely move. He pulls you into him gently. Turning you onto your side and wrapping an arm around you. Big spoon, little spoon.

"Mm, I love you, Peter," you whisper. He kisses your shoulder, rubbing your arm softly.

"I love you too, pretty girl," he whispers back. You smile softly. You pull his hand up, and kiss it softly. "Go to sleep, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

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