#secondary Steve x Natasha

[alisonwritesimagines]

Naps in the Quinjet ~Peter Parker Imagine~

Requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent:

Peter Parker x female!Stark!reader

Reader and Peter getting back from a mission, on the quinjet, and the other avengers can't get over how adorable they are

Bc they are all cuddled, and how about Peter got a mild concussion so he's just snuggling int reader

Summary: After a rough mission, both you and Peter crash together in the quinjet.

Author’s Note: I got physically sick last night from being in charge of a family trip because no one understands a certain amusement park like I do.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of concussions, injuries, reader gives out some Alex Russo vibes

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

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Your father was never fond of the idea of you joining the Avengers team. However, it was bound to happen since your father was non other than Tony Stark. So you were a target to most enemies.

When your father took in Peter Parker after the civil war fiasco, you two have been together like glue. You both were the same age, liked the same stuff, and you two had fought many enemies together side by side.

However, this mission was harsher than any one that you and Peter have faced. Your father had to carry you back to the quinjet before setting you down on a bench.

"You should've been more careful," your father scolded you.

"I was careful," you tell him.

"No you weren't. Because if you were careful, you wouldn't have a wound on the side of your body," your father tells you.

"It's technically a minor wound," you tell him.

"Minor or not, I'm still upset you got hurt," your father tells you. "And that goes for you to."

You looked over at Peter who sat next to you. Peter had a cut on his head that was making him bleed a little. You frowned a little as you stared at his cut. Natasha walked over to the two of you before fixing Peter up a little until you guys got back.

"You okay, Peter?" You asked him.

"I'll be alright."

"You two can be reckless, you know that?" Tony tells you two, looking at you both with a stern look.

"But we survived," you pointed out. Tony gave you a look, making you quiet.

"Let's head out already so the two can be checked out," Tony tells Clint and Steve.

"On our way," Clint told Tony as he began the quinjet.

"Peter?" You asked.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna take a nap?"

"Yeah."

Natasha noticed you both first. She smiled softly as you leaned your head onto Peter's shoulder with his arm wrapped around you. His head was leaned back against the wall, making him look up at the ceiling as he slept.

"Steve," Natasha said quietly.

"What?"

"Look," Natasha pointed over. He looked over and smiled at the two of you.

"Tony's gonna have a blast when he sees that," Steve chuckled.

"Hold on. Before you tell him or before he finds out," Natasha said before taking out her phone. She snapped a photo of the two of you before smirking at the photo.

"Okay, now he can see the two," Natasha joked.

"Hey, Tony," Steve called out to get his attention.

"What?"

"How do you feel about y/n dating?" Steve asked him.

"I'm not ready for her to date," Tony said.

"Well you might need to get ready soon," Natasha said as she looked over at the two of you.

Tony followed her gaze to see you comfortably sleeping on Peter. Both Steve and Natasha smiled at Tony's small look of disapproval.

"He's a good kid. Plus they always hang out. What will be the difference?" Steve asked Tony.

"Because I would need to see him as a potential threat to her," Tony pointed out.

"How is Peter a potential threat to y/n?" Natasha asked.

"Because she is my little girl and if anyone hurts her, I will throw them up in space without any oxygen," Tony told her.

"Oh please. For anything, it would be Peter to get hurt from y/n," Natasha told him.

"Let them sleep. They need it," Steve told the two.

Once you all made it back to the base, you woke up to feeling Peter's arm around you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked up at Peter.

"Peter. Wake up," you whispered as you gently woke him up.

"Hmm?" Peter asked as his eyes opened up a little.

"We're back. Let's go get fixed up. And then maybe later, we can watch a movie?" You asked.

"I would need to check in with my aunt first," Peter told her.

"Of course. But whenever you're available, we can have a movie night?" You asked.

"I'd like that," Peter said as he helped you over to the infirmary.

"I bet you ten bucks those two will get together within the week," Natasha tells Steve.

"Ten bucks says Tony is going to have a small fit over her dating," Steve added.

"You're on," Natasha smirked at Steve as the two shook on it.

Bonus:

"You two are dating?!" Tony asked in shock.

"Yes. And I am old enough to date. Don't make me remind you of your dating history," you pointed out.

"At least it's with Peter," Pepper pointed out.

"Thank you," you tell her.

"Just no kissing in front of me okay?" Tony said.

"No promises."

While you and your father argued about your dating life, Peter looked at Natasha and Steve confused on why Natasha gave Steve ten dollars. The three were sitting together while they watched you defend your relationship with Peter.

"Why did you give Cap ten dollars?" Peter asked Natasha.

"Don't worry about it kid."

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #alisonwritesimagines

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 2

Cosmic Political Game | Loki x Reader

Loki and Thor arrive at the Avengers compound and Loki gets his first look at the mortal that has everyone so confused.

Chapter Warnings: False/medical imprisonment, masturbation, language, reader shapeshifting so some descriptions of hair and eyes but not skin colour.

Series Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

Thor and Loki arrived in the dead of night when only a single flood light was left illuminating the empty lawn that sprawled between the buildings of the Avenger’s compound. The two gods left a large, circular, burnt patch of grass when they landed, marking their dramatic entrance back into the lives of the Avengers and leaving a smouldering pattern in their wake.

Safe inside the private penthouse, Wanda took the lead explaining the vivid and detailed dreams they had all been experiencing since your arrival. Thor had laughed heartily, slapping the small witch on the back and sending her flying forwards with the force. But Loki was intrigued, a slow smirk appeared on his face as he sat to the side of the vast living room, toying with sparks of magic between his fingers and thinking of the beings he’d met that could wield such powers.

“You’re frightened of your own lusts. Typical, petty mortals. They are but dreams,” the gold spark flashed green, lighting up his face and swirling in the dim light of the early dawn. Loki’s leather trousers creaked against the contrasting white of the expensive couches that lined the living space.

“She controls these dreams, what else can she control? What else can she make us think?” Steve rushed out. Loki was impressed. He had never seen the Captain this flustered or confused. Whatever power the little mortal possessed it was surely powerful if it could render the normally clear headed Captain a garbled mess.

“So what do you want of me?” He asked, long legs resting on the coffee table with a soft thunk of his boots.

“We need to know what she is. Is it magic, mutation or something else?” Bruce cleaned his glasses, yawning as he let his eyes drift to the clock above the faux mantle piece. “I’ve run out of ideas, but she can shape shift, change her appearance sometimes, like you,” he looked over at Loki “but we’ve yet to see her pose a material threat…which is somehow worse. That we could deal with. But it’s the-” he trailed off, waving his hand in a circle.

“Not knowing.” Natasha interjected and Bruce nodded at her in agreement.

Loki went quiet, thinking, the magic he had been playing with dying in his hands from sparks to embers to nothing. Shape shifting was, really, simple magic, something his mother had taught him as a young boy. It would seem especially extraordinary to such mortals, but it was also something that, though simple, took a great deal of practice and instruction to perfect. Wherever she had learnt this trick, it must have been somewhere equally magical.

“She can shape shift. Interesting. Can I see her?” Loki bent forwards, resting his elbows on his knees and surveying the Avengers, the golden twinkles that had danced between his fingers now dancing behind his eyes.

“Tomorrow” Steve said, decisively, “I think we should all enjoy some peaceful sleep while we can and then, tomorrow, you can meet her”

“Ahh, she isn’t here, is she?” Loki asked, trying hard not to sound too eager.

“No, we’ve separated her. We thought it would be safer.” Tony tried to explain.

“You’ve imprisoned her?” He scoffed, “frightened children, scared of anything you don’t understand,” Loki stood and walked off, “I have no time for this.”

Loki waited until everyone was asleep before exploring the compound properly. The layout was in clear blocks, with apartments lining up with the offices and laboratories below. Knowing they wouldn’t have let her leave for the secondary building on the campus, one where junior agents and scientists may be living, he deduced she must be somewhere in the medical bays. It didn’t take Loki long to find the secure room in the medical wing, mostly because, once he got close enough, there were hundreds of signs telling people to stay away.

The room itself was dark, but he could see a figure inside through the two way mirror, wearing what looked like a big white t-shirt dress, but it had marks on it, measurements.

The mortals had said she could shapeshift, so it was unclear whether this was her true form, as he watched her hair fade through a spectrum of white, grey and black, curling tight and then falling around her shoulders with each intake of breath while she slept. Like the tide ebbing and flowing along the shore, she seemed to change from one moment to the next, whenever he found a fixed spot, a hair length, a beauty mark, the tone of her skin against the bedding, even her height, it appeared to change again, imperceptibly at first and then it was shocking he had ever held the previous image of her in his mind.

He pressed his forehead against the cool glass and closed his eyes thinking.

Images flooded his thoughts, she was awake in them, smiling, dancing, singing, her hair bright red, then black. She was looking at him and smiling, not smirking or smug, a warm smile. Her white shift morphing into green, gold, black and back again. A gown, a cape, a corset, nothing and back again. He saw others, women and men he had known before and felt their hands, lips, kisses and sweat in his skin. Then he felt her hand, sensed her magic as it touched his own.

He woke with a start just before dawn, the taste of her, of you, of something lost to the passage of time, on his tongue.

The Captain was right to be worried. If you had projected this on him from the other side of the glass without even seeing him, what wonders had you conjured up for the innocent Avengers? If he was right, then your powers had grown immeasurably since you’d last seen each other, but The Captain and the bossy one had suggested you couldn’t explain your powers at all.

This was powerful magic, it thrummed in his bones and called to his own sedir. He had sensed it only once before, a long time ago on Asgard, although it was definitely not Asgardian. Nor was it Midgardian sorcery either.

He smiled, it would be like an Asgardian to play such games with mortals, but equally, perhaps you truly didn’t know your strength. Either way this was going to be an awful lot of fun, Loki thought, flicking his hand to straighten his sleep roughened clothes.

He watched as you woke, blinking, using the blanket to wipe sweat from your eyes. You looked around, through the mirror and straight into his eyes, unseeing, and then turned away. Your hands worked under the thin sheet, disappearing from his direct sight, although he could see the tell tale creep of your fingers as they inched lower.

Behind the glass, you gasped and Loki took a step forward, as close as he dared, watching as you moaned and moved, sighing along with you as you panted out your release. As you moved your hand back above the hospital sheets, your hair shimmered again, blushed pink and fushia.

The sun was starting to lift and the curtains parted on the small glass window, looking out over the surrounding woods. Your arms lifted too, yawning, eyes closed and light flooded the room, your hands touched your hair, assessing the changes in texture, length and colour before dropping back to your sides. The light vanished, back to the ethereal glow of sunrise.

Drumming his fingers he watched you move around the room, you didn’t seem to have any other clothes. But you splashed your face and brushed your teeth, watching the sun rise.

Inside the room you felt hot and itchy still. You had had a vivid dream, not of the people in the compound. Now there was someone new. He was tall, hair dark around his shoulders, lithe but muscular. You had felt him in your dreams, his slender fingers dancing on your forehead and cooling your skin. The tang of metal on your tongue. In the dream he held you, his hands tantalising but not enough to satisfy. In an attempt to rid yourself of this feeling your own fingers had danced beneath the large nightgown you’d been forced to wear, but even as you woke, the feeling lingered.

Washing your face and brushing your teeth did nothing to distract you from the sensation. Instead you climbed back onto the bed, pushed the sheets down and lay back. In vain you tried to picture the man again and as you did your fingertips dipped below the elastic of your underwear. He had dark hair, her hair, in return, darkened, smoothing out the curls into gentle flicks. He wore dark clothing. His fingers were slender, elegant, you felt a nudge against that secret spot inside of yourself and pulled back shocked. Your hands looked different, the usually small palms were wider and the fingers were longer too. You pushed back inside, pressing and grinding into your palm until you felt your legs tighten, toes curling and cried out.

Hopefully that would satisfy you for now. Standing, you examined your ruffled hair in the mirror, admiring the mirror shine of the now dark locks. You were starting to enjoy the changes in your appearance, it was fun, at least, to see yourself with a different body, a different slope to your nose, a tint to your eyes and various textures of hair.

You turned from the small mirror to the larger one next to the door and approached slowly, eyeing the length of your white shift to assess her new height, much taller, at least 4 inches. Stopping in front of the mirror you made your eyes wide, gold flecks alongside dark pupils. They’d go back to grey soon but, for a moment, you enjoyed this ethereal look.

On the other side of the mirror Loki watched, inches away, as you slowly took on subtle characteristics until, suddenly, he could see his dark hair, his blue grey eyes, you even looked taller. He took a step away from the glass. The changes were simple enough, if you knew how, but how had you done it when, surely you, couldn’t see him. He was breathless. The Captain was right, this was no mortal being, this was powerful magic, old magic.

A door along the corridor banged and you both jumped, Loki looked around hastily for an excuse to be here, rifling some papers. When he looked back you were sat on the bed again, cross legged, hair a pale red, eyes the same grey as the morning light beginning to burn through the curtains of your hospital room and his heart clenched. He’d been locked up before, misunderstood and mislabeled as something so much worse than he was. Used and cast aside as a pawn in some cosmic political game.

Loki’s jaw tightened as he made his decision.

He would help you, he would get you out of this prison, he would teach you to control your magic. But he would not give you back to the Avengers.

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#Loki #loki laufeyson #Loki Odinson #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki marvel #Loki/Reader #Loki x Reader #Loki x You #Loki/You #Loki/female reader #Loki series #The Old Gods and The New

[infernalodie]

𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Inspo: Steve Jablonsky - Tessa

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: It had always been about the mission. Some where along the way, you found love. But no matter how you felt, the mission came first. That was one thing that you knew Steve would understand in drastic times.

Warnings: Angsty as hell

Words 1769

“Overlord, where are our reinforcements?!”

Energy blasts whizzed past you , smashing into the dilapidated structures around you, with your own rifle rounds being returned and killing a few of the aliens that advanced. Old echoes of Chicago that no longer stood after the surprise invasion of the Chitauri. They’d showed up out of nowhere. Acting on either revenge or their prior mission to conquer your planet. Whatever it was had resulted in the city being on fire, in ruin, and it was far too gone to be saved.

“We’re sending a Quinjet your way, Y/n,” Fury’s voice announced. “Hold on. We’re going to get you out of there.”

From beside you, Clint scoffed as he shot an explosive arrow. It punctured the side of a blown-up vehicle before exploding. Sending the vehicle skidding forward from the force and crushing two Chitauri soldiers against a wall. “Permission to speak freely, sir,” Clint interjected from beside you. “But if that jet doesn’t hurry the hell up, we’re all going to be dead. We need a medevac or something to give us a chance to breathe.”

“Thank you for your input Barton, but we’ve exhausted all our resources evacuating the city,” Fury replied. “All you can do is hold on and let us set up a secondary extraction point.”

The archer grumbled in annoyance, tucking behind the pillar you were crouched behind. Tending to a wounded soldier from your squad. Muttering quiet reassurances that everything was going to be fine and that you were going to get them home. But deep down, you and the Avengers were fighting a losing battle. A bitter truth that you had yet to accept, even when the cards were stacked against you.

Glancing over the pillar, you saw Steve and Natasha fighting hand to hand against the Chitauri soldiers. Tony flying by with missiles coming from the back of his suit and hitting the farthest line of aliens. Creating a sizable dent in their forces that were quickly converging on your location as you watched.

“Steve, we need to fall back,” you called out. “I got a wounded over here and I am not risking his life for a shitty position.”

“She’s not wrong, Cap,” Tony chirped in. “If you guys move through the building behind you, I can blow the front and buy you guys some time. There are some warehouses that you can hunker down in and get set up.”

“Y/n, get your guy out of here,” Steve ordered. “Clint, cover her. Nat and I will be right on your tail.”

With a sigh of relief, you grabbed your soldier's arm and shrugged it over your shoulder. “Just breathe and keep moving, alright?” The soldier, Private Menendez, couldn’t have been older than 21, nodded in with a groan as he shifted to make it easier to be lifted to his feet.

Lifting the man to his feet, you quickly began to jog past the pillars from the front entrance of the building. It was still under construction but telling by how all the Chitauri were moving in on the front, the likelihood of them flanking was lesser. These worked as a hivemind, they followed one person’s directions.

You moved as fast as you could, pained by the cries falling from Menendez’s lips. Clint continued to follow close behind, firing a few arrows with Natasha and Steve following in tow. Soon giving Tony the go-ahead to blow the front. Missiles hit the supports of the structure and soon, the sound of concrete hitting the ground with a loud boom pierced your ears. Deafening your senses for a few moments as you rushed across the destroyed streets and towards the warehouses Tony spoke of.

Entering, you noticed the building to not be too big. It seemed to be a shipping warehouse filled with containers. Your combat boots moved through tiny puddles of water, your footsteps bouncing off the metallic walls as you set down the soldier with a grunt. Sweat beading down your face as you examined his wound. His stomach burnt to a crisp with blood dripping around the edge. The gauze and bandages do very little to stop any of it.

The sound of a door slamming shut got your attention. Turning to find Steve with a cut along his cheek and Natasha with dust covering her body and hair. You rose from your spot and approached the super-soldier. Reaching to your hip and pulling out a small piece of gauze. Pressing it to the wound, feeling his face twitch under the pressure you applied as you taped the edges.

“What are we going to do?” You inquired, glancing behind you to see the rest of the team panting, thankful for the moment to breathe.

For once, Steve didn’t have an answer to give you. He was always the one to have things ready and to always have a plan. But now, with the city gone and your guys’ options dwindling, the dream was dying out.

“I don’t know.”

With a clenched jaw, you turned away and pressed a finger to your earpiece. “Overlord, how are we looking with that extraction?”

“We have an LZ outside the perimeter of the warehouses,” Fury replied. “The Quinjet is moving fast, so your asses better be there.”

“But what about the city, sir?” You exclaimed. “We can’t just let these fuckers get away with taking so much from us?”

“Y/n-” Steve placed a hand on your shoulder, but you slapped it away.

“No!” You yelled. “No, I won’t accept us losing. By the time we’re back at the Hellicarrier, the Chitauri are already going to be moving onto the next city. We have to do something that’ll stop them, permanently.”

“And what do you suggest, Y/n?” Natasha inquired.

You stood there for a moment, silent as you thought. But the look in your eyes, the disparity of the idea that popped in your mind only raised alarm bells in Steve's head. He knew you well-enough to know that you didn’t care what it took. There was no losing when it came to you, it was one thing that he loved about you. Your heart to win the fight is what set you apart from anyone else he’d known. You didn’t have powers or special abilities, but you had heart.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned away from the group. “Fury, I give clearance for Delta-Whiskey-Foxtrot.”

The bitter and brutal silence that fell over the other end of the coms shook you to your core. “Are you sure about that, Y/n?” He asked. “You know there’s no coming back from that.”

“Just do it.” You clenched your jaw, turning back to Steve and the others.

“Preparing Mk-II for launch.”

“Wait, hold on- What the hell did he say?” Tony exclaimed over the other end of the coms.

“She just cleared the launch of a nuclear warhead,” Natasha announced, glancing from Clint to Steve in fear. “It’s coming straight towards Chicago.”

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Steve asked worriedly, feeling his anxiety rise and rise from you muttering under your breath.

“Doing what’s right?” You said. “That’s what this has all been about. I won’t watch any more innocent lives be taken because of these little shits.”

“Then where do you draw the line?”

“You draw the line where you need to, Cap!” Your voice cut sharp like a knife as you glared at the gentle giant. “We get dirty so the world stays clean. That’s the mission. You know that better than anyone else.”

“Quinjet arriving at LZ- ETA 3 minutes.” The Pilot announced.

Pressing against the man, you placed your hand on his chest with a deep sigh. Eyes stinging with fresh tears as you looked up at him with a shake of your head. “Some part of you knows that what I am doing is the right thing,” you whispered. “So, if you love me, you’ll get the hell out of here before that warhead hits the city.”

“And what about you?” Steve asked, catching your arm when you attempted to move past him.

“Uh, guys?” Tony’s voice interrupted. “You might want to get moving. The Chitauri have a fix on your location.”

Pulling your arm from his grip, you forced a bittersweet smile. “I’m going to buy you guys sometime.” The response earned a wave of protests as you shook your head. “I’m going to buy you guys sometime. Get to the LZ and get out of the range of the blast. I don’t need to die knowing one of you silly fucks decided to try and play the hero.”

They all didn’t at all looked to be in agreement, but from the harsh look you sent their way, they relented sorrowfully. Natasha taking some hand grenades from Menendez and handing them to you. Giving you one bittersweet smile as she helped Clint carry the soldier away. Leaving Steve and you in a dreadful silence as he inhaled deeply.

“I love you.”

Your lips trembled, but you exhaled heavily. Forcing another one of those strong smiles of yours and nodding. “Right back at your, tiger.”

With reluctance, Steve jogged away, shield tight in his grasp. Glancing back when you kicked open the door the way they came in and started shooting. And the further he got to the slowly descending Quinjet, he could see you using a shipping container as cover. Watching him with a tearful smile as you prepped a frag before tossing it behind you, blowing up some of the Chiaturi troops.

He stood at the edge of the ramp as the Quinjet took off. The muzzle flashes of your rifle are able to be seen, along with the explosions of your grenade. The crackling of gunfire was louder than any of the blasts from the Chituari’s weapons. Until there was a cloud of smoke and a loud boom that followed right after.

Steve’s eyes flickered around the scene that was growing smaller and smaller in panic. “Y/n?” He called out. “Y/n, are you there?”

All he received was radio static as he watched onward as the nuclear warhead flew through the sky and hit the centre of Chicago. The infrastructure tumbling to the ground and being sent flying as a large mushroom cloud blossoms. The shockwave swept across the small radius and destroyed everything in sight before there was nothing left.

Your body, soul, and mind are lost in it, yet forever imprinted on that barren wasteland. If only Steve was given a chance to experience more of you when he could.

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[themarshmallownerd]

New Chapter: Empire of Miracles

Link: Chapter 11

Previous: Chapter 10

First: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: The long-awaited update is finally here! I have no excuses, other than it was simply fighting me, and my muse was more keen on the other projects I’ve started for a long while. But better than late than never!

Don’t think any general warnings apply for this chapter, aside from the usual canon-typical violence and a brief panic attack. Please read and enjoy at your own discretion!

Preview: None of the agents spoke to her during the entire duration of their walk, making an already long walk through unfamiliar territory feel even longer. By the time they actually seemed to reach somewhere of importance, there was a dull ache in Natasha’s legs, as if she had now walked the span of a mile or two, on top of her aimless wandering before the group found her. 

The leader of her escort party led her to a door that actually looked vaguely familiar. She didn’t place why until he opened it for her, nodding towards it as a silent indicator she go first.

As Natasha stepped through the threshold, she was immediately greeted by another familiar sight. A staircase leading both upward and downward. The flight of stairs leading up were illuminated by a window overlooking their landing.

It was the same window she had found before, when she found Zola’s Algorithm recorded on paper documents aboveground. 

Natasha became rooted in place, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end with an internal chill. She felt rather than saw the agents brush up behind her as they filed into the stairwell with her. She braced herself for the worst, for a confrontation as to what she had been doing upstairs just before this. 

However, no confrontation came. The pilot simply looked expectantly at her, as if waiting for her to start speaking. When a few seconds passed without anything of the sort, he gestured to the second stairway, leading further down into the earth. “This way.”

Natasha gave a listless nod as she followed him, temporarily soothed by relief that he didn’t seem to suspect she had been upstairs, let alone had seen what was up there. Though she was unsettled once more as the two other agents waited for her to step ahead of them so they could flank her again. 

That unease rolled a bigger and bigger ball across her chest as she was led through the door at the very bottom of the stairwell. On the other side was a room that, quite frankly, looked like a dumpster had thrown up inside. The entryway was littered nearly to the ceiling with decrepit wooden chairs and tables, loose bricks, wooden crates, more medical carts (though they were emptied), industrial-sized cans of food, each with the labels faded so much that they were difficult to read, and God knows what else. Between the junk pile and the right-hand wall was a very narrow path for the agents with her to guide her down. If the descent deeper inside the Earth hadn’t been enough to stir a feeling of claustrophobia in the spy (something she usually didn’t even suffer from), having to fit herself between a pile of decrepit items and the unpaved dirt-wall did. 

Natasha’s steps were slower as she continued to follow the leader. She was starting to wonder not only why Steve would want to meet her here, of all places, but how he would have even found it to begin with. Why he would come here. Had he been looking for her…?  

That theory was almost immediately disproven. 

Natasha and her guide had reached a part of the junk pile that was suddenly cut off and replaced by large cement walls. More rooms, filled with something unknown. That in itself was enough to unnerve Natasha to the point of halting in her tracks. But what set her completely on edge was something she noticed leaning against the first cement wall, partially hidden behind a three-legged table that had been turned on its side. It was a circular metal disk, with leather arm straps dangling limply against the dull silver.

It was a shield. The shield. 

Steve’s shield.

Natasha hadn’t even consciously realized she had stopped walking until one of the agents behind her elbowed her. Rather than heed the unspoken command to keep going, the spy just remained frozen where she was. 

Then suddenly, she called out ahead of them, “Steve?”

The pilot in front of her startled at the unexpected shout. As he whirled around, there was a split second where he merely stared at her with a perturbed expression. It was worth revealing her suspicions, though, for she was met with pure silence in the heartbeats that followed.

That is, until a shout back could be heard from somewhere on the other side of the bunker.

“Nat?”

“Steve?” she responded, half-expecting it to have been wishful thinking.

However, there was no denying his next reply was his voice. Not just his voice, but the sound of him under duress, the words muffled and rushed, as if he didn’t know whether he would get another chance to speak. 

“Nat, go! Find Bucky! And Wanda! Go—”

He was suddenly cut off by a grunt, as if struck with something. 

The agent in front of her grimaced. “Shit,” he growled.

#my stories #winterwitch #scarletsoldier #bucky x wanda #Bucky Barnes #Wanda Maximoff #secondary Steve x Natasha #Natasha Romanoff #Steve Rogers #DUFE series

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Pretty High

Platonic Avengers x reader

Implied Pietro x reader

Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Reader gets wisdom teeth removed and mistakes Bucky for Jesus, based off a TikTok

Warnings: discussions of fear of dentists, anxiety, narcotics use (anesthesia and marijuana), talk of religious figures, fluff, crack, implied past smut, swearing

Minors DNI

WC: 1.1k

Y/N groaned in pain, massaging their jaw as the throbbing got more intense. “Seriously Y/N, just go to the dentist, it’s not that bad.” Sam threw an ice pack at their head which they caught with less grace than normal. 

“No, I fucking hate the dentist. I despise anyone putting anything near or in my mouth, gives me the creeps. I also had a dentist that pulled a tooth when I was young and didn’t numb me correctly so I felt all of it. So I am not going back there, no way José!” Sam paused. “If you don’t like things in your mouth, how did you ever get a boyfriend?” “I will end you birdman.” Y/N threw their coffee mug at his head as he ran out of the room cackling.

“Finally, there’s an undercover mission in Spain that we need everybody on. Natasha and I will be acting as a newly married couple on their honeymoon, Tony, Bruce, Pietro and Sam will be observation, Wanda and Vision will be a secondary couple on vacation, Clint, Bucky, Peter and Y/N will be remaining here as backup.” Steve was reading over the mission report as the other heroes zoned out. “Wait, why do I have to stay back? You know I’m the best at undercover work!” Y/N protested causing Steve to sigh. “Because, you’ve been in pain, you’re staying back to get your wisdom teeth out.” “Come on it's not that ba- aaaah!” Y/N gripped their jaw in pain, tears forming in their eyes. “My point exactly. You’ll be fine, Clint will go with you to the dentist and make sure you get home safe alright kid.” They pouted, sitting back in their chair as Bucky pulled them into a side hug, kissing their temple. “Just think doll, we’ll have the whole building to ourselves and you can show me how to play the Mario Kart.” They smiled sadly and the meeting continued on.

“Come on kid, the sooner we go, the sooner we get this over with.” Clint stood outside their room for the past 10 minutes trying to get the young Avenger to come out and go to the dentist with him. “Please Clint, don’t make me go! I babysit all you want! I’ll even make you and Laura dinner!” Clint rubbed his temple, already feeling a headache forming. “You need to do this now or it’ll get worse and you could get an infection. You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure you’re properly sedated and get you some of that nice ice cream you like as a treat.” The door opened a crack. “The expensive Ben & Jerry’s one?” “I’ll get you three pints of it, but only if we go now.” The door opened fully and Y/N came out dressed in a much too big sweater that they had most likely stolen from Thor and sweatpants, probably stolen from Pietro. They were nervously playing with the bracelet that Bruce had given them, purposely made to help them with their anxiety. “Alright kid, let’s get a move on.” He wrapped his arm around their shoulder and walked with them down the hall to the garage.

“Peeeetttteeeerrrrrr!” Said boy looked up from his schoolwork at the kitchen counter, “Peetteyyy! Where are you! I miss you!” Just as he turned in his seat, Clint came around the corner with a very loopy Y/N hanging off his arm, mouth stuffed with gauze. They attempted to smile when they saw him. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” Clint grunted as he threw them over his shoulder. “But I wanna stay with Petey! He’s a spoder boy! Oh no! I wasn’t supposed to say that. Shhh it’s a secret!” Peter followed the pair, pulling out his phone and filming the ordeal to send to the rest of the team later. “Oh my god! Hi Peter’s phone! You’re upside down,” they gasped loudly, almost making Clint drop them, “Peter if you’re upside down does that mean you live in Australia?!” “Y/N, we live in New York!” Peter’s hand trembled as he attempted to hold in his laughter. “We do?! I love New York! I love that song Alicia Keys did!” 

Before they could start singing, they had reached their room, Clint had kicked open the door and threw Y/N on top of their bed. “Alright, you need a nap kid, sleep all these drugs off.” They whined. “But I love drugs! Pietro gave me weed once and we kissed! He said he loved me!” Clint left the room rolling his eyes muttering something about ‘stupid children’. Peter tucked them into bed, making sure they couldn’t move. “I love you Petey.” They muttered sleepily. “I love you too Y/N.”

When Y/N woke up, they were still loopy and struggled to get their phone which had been left on their table. They unlocked it and used the camera to see how swollen their face was, which made them laugh loudly. “Wow you’re really out of it doll.” A voice from the corner of the room shocked them, making them press record on their phone. “I’m high right now, but ‘m pretty sure that Jesus is in the corner of my room.” Bucky held back his laughter and made the sign of the cross as they pointed the phone at him. “Rest now my child.” All of a sudden they burst into tears, Bucky rushed forward and held them close. “‘M sorry for what the Romans did to you Jesus but I still really like them cause they were all gayyyyyyy!” They were sobbing hysterically and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, patting their head gently. “Oh doll it’s ok. How about you get some more sleep and we can talk about it more tomorrow.” They nodded and laid back down, immediately falling back asleep. Bucky picked up their phone and stopped the recording, sending it to the Avengers group chat before placing a kiss on their head and leaving the room.

“Sleeping beauty rises!” Tony’s voice made their head pound even more. “Shud up Tony.” They grumbled, making a straight shot towards the medicine cabinet in search of painkillers. Steve chuckled and handed the bottle to them. “Is it true that you and blondie over there got high and made out?” Y/N choked on the water that they were drinking, heat rising to their cheeks as Pietro turned completely red. “Where did you hear that?” Tony pointed to the screen that was currently playing Peter’s video of them. They buried their head in their hands. “I’m never going to the dentist again.” It was then that Bucky made his appearance and Tony’s voice cut through the room again. “Hey Jesus!”

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#avengers x reader #gn reader #fluff #crack #avengers imagine #pietro x reader #platonic avengers x reader #platonic avengers #reader insert #platonic fluff #tiktok #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu x you #bucky x reader #sam x reader #clint x reader #peter x reader

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Plot Twist (Ep. 1)

Summary: Life was full of plot twists. You start off with a dream of making a difference in the world, becoming an Avenger. You turn away within arm's reach of your lifelong dream, spurred by the disappointing truth you discovered and deciding to choose a different path. Fate brings you back unexpectedly when the Avengers take a special interest in a powered unsub the BAU is chasing.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, Criminal Minds

Pairings: Steve Rogers x BAU!Reader (primary), Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (previous, secondary)

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: 18+ EVENTUAL SMUT. MATURE THEMES. slow burn, enemies to lovers, canon level violence, explicit descriptions of violence and murder, serial killers, strong language

A/N: I told myself I wasn't gonna post this yet until I finished the whole thing, but fuck it. Let me know what you think. Special thanks to @sagechanoafterdark and @gogolucky13 for talking me through when I got stuck on this one.

No permission is granted to repost, steal, or translate my work. Not even a credit makes it okay. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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It would be wonderful to think that the future is unknown and sort of surprising. - Alan Rickman

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"Why does that last name sound familiar?"

Steve Rogers had both his hands on his hips and a deep furrow on his brow as he watched the jet land on the private tarmac in the Compound. Bucky, Sam, and Natasha stood beside him, relaxed but at the same time wary of their approaching visitors.

"At your age, Cap, I'd think every last name would be familiar," Tony snickered as he joined the group, typing rapidly on his phone.

"I thought you weren't going to be part of this mission, Tony," Steve frowned.

"Oh, I'm not. I'm just here to graciously welcome our guests to our humble home."

Natasha snorted, raising an eyebrow at the obviously fake innocent expression on the genius' face. "You're curious about the FBI Team coming."

"Haven't you worked with the FBI before?" Sam asked, keeping his eyes on the small plane that was slowly getting settled.

"Not with the BAU," Tony shrugged. "I find it fascinating. It's a special unit that specializes in analyzing human behaviour to catch insane criminals. Aren't you curious?"

"I'm more curious about the lead agent," Bucky said as he scratched the stubble on his chin. "I've heard about SSA Y/L/N before. He's apparently one of the best in the history of the Bureau. His skills in combat raised the training requirements and I hear he's ruthless in the field."

"Also highly intelligent, calculating, and praised as having incredible people skills by local authorities they’ve worked with and the families they help," Tony added, a twinkle clearly visible in his eyes.

"You're practically salivating, Tony," Nat chuckled. "You wanna try to recruit him, don't you?"

"I already sent him the offer," Tony smirked.

"We didn't discuss this, Tony," Steve scowled at him, his arms bulging as he crossed them tightly across his broad chest. "We haven't even met the guy."

"They also say he has a temper," Bucky added, slight amusement in his voice.

"We manage fine with Bruce," Tony shrugged. He straightened up as he saw the passengers start to disembark. "Heads up."

One by one the BAU Team disembarked and Earth’s Mightiest watched them carefully with great curiosity. The four passengers had begun their scrutiny of the other team the moment the plane touched down through what they could see out the small windows.

The first one out the plane was Derek Morgan, jogging down the steps with his usual confident swagger. Tony’s eyebrows shot up, clearly pleased with Derek who looked every bit as impressive as he expected. The rumors were clearly founded on truth and Tony was glad he made the offer.

The next one off was Penelope Garcia, bouncing down the steps in an explosion of patterns, color, and what Nat noted were feathers in her hair. She clutched Derek’s outstretched hand as she made the last steps, smiling brightly up at him. The FBI apparently had more personality than they thought.

Next off was Dr. Spencer Reid, squinting at the bright sun and huffing as the wind blew around his already unruly curls. Bucky noted how deceivingly lanky he was with his height and lean build, but he knew that there was muscle beneath the professorial look he had going on. Sam clocked the way his eyes were darting around, carefully taking stock of everything around him.

Last one off was who captured Steve’s attention the most. Professional and looking every bit like a seasoned agent, you moved with an unnatural grace down the steps. He noticed how the rest of the team looked to you and waited, only moving to walk alongside you in a loose formation after you nodded in confirmation. Tony was wrong. They were all wrong.

You were the lead agent.

It became more apparent the closer you got, the confidence in your steps and your steely gaze never wavering. You looked like an alpha among alphas and Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Your chin was lifted slightly and your expression was carefully kept blank, but the fire in your eyes was unmistakable. He didn’t just find you attractive, that was too tame of a word. You were arresting, the type of beauty that warranted a second look and for one to linger.

“Shit,” Steve muttered under his breath as his whole body suddenly froze at a realization.

Bucky threw a confused look his way, alerted at his unusual use of expletives. “What’s up, pal?”

“I do know her.”

“How?” Sam frowned.

“I may have attempted to date her.”

“What do you mean attempted?” Nat asked, frowning because she has also been attempting to set him up on dates for years now.

“We kissed and were supposed to go out for coffee. We never did,” he gulped, his throat getting tighter from the nervousness he felt.

“That’s not so bad, pal,” Bucky said, trying to comfort his friend.

“That was right before I failed her on her final SHIELD agent assessment.”

“You did what?” Tony shrieked. He threw his hands in the air in tired resignation. He couldn’t believe how proactive Steve was at screwing him over.

“I’m flattered you still remember me even after 7 years,” you said with a smirk as you and your team came to stand in front of them. Awkward introductions were made before your cheeky smile returned to Steve who was trying his best not to meet your eye. “Nice to see you again, Captain.”

You were clearly enjoying watching them squirm. It wasn’t just that you were a rejected SHIELD agent, but it also rubbed you the wrong way how they requested for this case to be handed over to them. That their reasoning was that the FBI couldn’t possibly handle a case like this. You didn’t like that.

You really didn’t like that.

It was fortunate though that BAU Section Chief Mateo Cruz had the same sentiments. The man had strong-armed his way into turning this into a joint task force and allowed you to take half the team with you. Your Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner’s parting words to you brought a cocky smirk to curl on your lips.

“Prove them wrong.”

“Uh, about that email I sent you - ”

“I have to respectfully decline, Mr. Stark.”

“Right. Of course. Awesome,” he said quickly as he began to back up out of the room. “Suites are ready for you. I hope you take full advantage of our amenities. I think you’ll particularly enjoy the several olympic sized pools and the interactive gun range. Enjoy your stay!”

You shook your head as the billionaire rushed out of the room. You turned to Natasha who looked to be the only stable person on their side at the moment. “Where can we set up?”

“Don’t you wanna get settled in first?”

“That can wait,” you said as you looked at each member of your team for confirmation. “We’re ready to deliver the profile.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x bau!reader #steve rogers #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x bau!reader #spencer reid #bau!reader #criminal minds #avengers #marvel #mcu

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Hi!! Hope you're doing good and drinking water :) May i request something? 😁 I was listening to "the 1" by Taylor Swift (queen) and got me thinking about a Wanda X Reader story where maybe idk they dated in high school/college but ended cause whatever reason but they never actually stopped liking eachother (yknow, like the song) and then they just meet somewhere and get to talk and you know... happy ending lol But only if you like the idea really. Have a good one!

Hello anon! Here it is, hope you like it. It’s short but is sweet, i hope you like it.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The One

Summary: Prompt based “A story where Reader and Wanda broke up and never stopped loving each other. Inspired by the song “The 1″ from Taylor Swift.

Words:  2.531k    ///// Read on AO3

Warnings: None.

Marks: @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

Wanda Maximoff came into your life during autumn.

You were both in the same art history class, and she lent you a pen.

All it took was two dates, and you were completely in love. Unfortunately, as quickly as it started, your relationship burned out.

You wish you had a big plot justification, with betrayals and twists and turns to justify to your friends your emotional misery when it ended, but the only reason was the complete emotional immaturity you had.

There were fights, and accusations, and so much jealousy. And you wish so much that you had gotten over it, but you couldn't. And then Wanda was gathering the clothes that she had in your dormitory, and throwing the key at you.

You swore you wouldn't cry anymore, because there were no more tears after so many weeks, but you kept going. Until all that was left was the bitter feeling that you had ruined everything and lost the most important person in your life.

It had been more than two years since you two had broken up, and you still had the number saved on your cell phone with a heart emoji, even though the conversation had been archived a long time ago. And then you were walking out of the main building at NYU, and your friend Natasha Romanoff called out to you as she walked quickly toward you.

- Hey, girl! - she said with a smile. - How are you?

You shrugged as you walked with her around the campus toward the secondary building, where the Philosophy classrooms were.

- I’m surviving. - You joke with a weak smile, Nat looked at you worriedly, but you shook your head, trying to reassure her. - And how are you doing? 

- Fine, I think. - She says, entwining your arms. - I miss you, but things are fine.

You nod, looking forward. You knew that you had been absent in your friends' lives, simply because it seemed that things no longer made much sense since you were no longer with Wanda.

- Did you hear about Bucky and Sam? - she asked, and you let out a sigh.

- Yes, I... I don't know if I'm going to make it.

- Ah, Y/N, please. - She says. - It won't be the same if you are not there.

Natasha was talking about your friends' engagement party, which you were invited to a week ago. You hesitated, because all of Bucky and Sam's friends were invited. And that included Wanda.

You let out a sigh.

- I will make an effort to be there, I promise. - You assure her with a smile. 

- You don't want to see Wanda, do you? - Nat asks. And you look at the ground. - Look, I just... I never really understood why you two broke up. But maybe it will be good to see her, you know. Maybe you two need to talk after all.

You shrug, feeling the familiar sadness take over your chest every time you think of Wanda. 

- Let's talk about something else okay? - You ask her with a weak smile and Natasha nods, changing the subject as you two walk along the campus.

//-//

You straightened your clothes before knocking on the door. It had been almost two weeks since you had spoken to Natasha, and the day of the party had finally arrived. You saw many cars parked outside the Barnes residence, and were not surprised when one of the family friends answered the door instead of the owners.

You smiled and greeted the gentleman, saying that you were a friend of the grooms, and he smiled back when he let you in. You overheard someone say that it was better to leave the door open because of the number of guests, and you let out a small laugh. 

The house was full, and it took a few minutes for you to find Bucky, who looked extremely happy. He smiled slightly surprised when he saw you.

- Hey, you're here! - he said, walking over to you. - It's so good to see you!

Bucky hugged you tight and you laughed lightly, saying that it was very good to see him too.

- How are things going? - you asked as you broke the embrace. - Are you feeling anxious?

Bucky laughed, putting his hands in his pockets.

- Everything is working well. My parents are helping me and Sammy to organize everything. - he says, smiling. - And damn, yes. I can't wait for the ceremony.

You laugh, nodding in understanding. You talk for a few more minutes until Sam comes to check on the groom.

- Wow, look at you Wilson! - You exclaim when you see him, and he opens his arms toward you, grinning contently. You hug each other tightly. - It's good to see you, my friend.

- Yeah, it's great to see you too, stranger. - He smiles back, and then you part. - Glad you could make it.

- I couldn't miss the first wedding of the group. - You joked and made them laugh. 

And then they were talking about the preparations for the wedding, and the family members who had come from far away, and you were smiling and laughing at the stories. But everything seemed to slow down when your gaze focused on someone behind Bucky, the only person who always had the ability to capture your full attention.

Wanda had just walked through the front door, and was taking off her coat. You barely noticed Pietro standing beside her, as your heart started racing at seeing her again. Sam called out to you a few times, until you blinked and looked at him.

- Wow, you really haven't changed at all. - he teased. - Three years and you are still completely out of breath when you see her.

You blushed, telling him to shut up, but Bucky and Sam just giggled. And then you swallowed hard, because Wanda was looking around and her gaze met yours.

Your gas in surprise, and you told the couple in front of you that you needed a drink, then you rushed to escape the room.

You ended up on the balcony, trying to recover from the intensity of the previous moment, completely affected by seeing Wanda again. 

You thought it was the best to greet the people you knew at the party, and after talking to Clint and his girlfriend Laura, and also to Steve, Tony and Bruce, you made your way to the family circles. Bucky's parents and siblings were very friendly, and Sam's family was very warm, and they all hugged you and smiled. And then you were walking around the house again, and Nat approached you, two drinks in her hands, and one of them she handed to you.

- You really came. - She said with a smile. - Bucky just told me and I didn't believe it.

- The faith you have in me is touching. - You sneered with irony and she laughed before taking a sip of her drink. You looked at your own glass suspiciously.

- Is this champagne? - you asked, and she nodded, making you sigh. You put the glass on the balcony table near you. - Thanks but I'm driving.

Nat grumbled in understanding.

- You're running away from her, aren't you? - She remarked when she noticed your gaze wandering around the room.

- Is it that obvious? 

Nat laughed lightly.

- I suppose you are going to be uncomfortable for the next few minutes, since I just told her I was coming to talk to you and invite her to join me. - She tells you and you turn your face to her sharply with a surprised expression.

- Wait what?

But Nat is smiling past you and then you feel your body tense up as Wanda's voice sounds behind your back. Nat is saying something about how nice it is that everyone is together, while you turn around and you’re probably staring, but you can't react to having Wanda in front of you. Just as beautiful as she was three years ago.

- Hi. - She said a moment later looking up at you, a slight blush on her cheeks. It took a gentle nudge from Nat's elbow on your rib for you to react.

- Hi. - you exclaimed surprised and slightly uncomfortable. - How... How are you?

Wanda smiled awkwardly.

- Good, I... i'm good. And you? - she asked hesitantly. You nodded frantically, trying to smile.

 - Good, good. I... Good.

- Jesus. - You heard Natasha say as she looked at the two of you with a frown. - Okay. I'll put our names in the gymkhana, and you can continue with whatever this is by yourselves.

You scratched your neck uncomfortably as Natasha hurried to leave. 

- So... how are things? - Wanda asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

Ignoring your current anxiety, you assumed a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

- Things are fine. I’m... I... I'm graduating. - You tell clumsily, running your hands through your hair. - Yeah, I... I'm graduating in a few weeks. 

- Wow, that’s actually really cool. - She comments with a smile. 

- I think so. - You say, laughing nervously. - What about you, Wands, how are you? Are you still studying?

Wanda blushes at the way you call her, looking away. You barely notice the nickname escaping your lips. But then she is smiling, so you don't notice much beyond that.

- Yes, I still have a year to go, but I'm doing well. - she says. You nod in understanding, but then Pietro is joining you two, a smile on his face.

- Wow, it's really good to see you Y/N. - He remarks as soon as he reaches you two and hugs you. You laugh lightly. 

- It's good to see you too, Pietro. - you say when you let go. - I like the beard, by the way.

- Thanks, I'm trying to look older. - He comments with a cocky smile, and you laugh, ignoring the nervousness of having Wanda looking right at you. - I didn't know you would be here today, I heard you were going back to California.

- Oh, yes, I... I am. - You say clumsily, gazing at Wanda quickly. - After I graduate, I'm going back home. I don't really have anything to keep me here.

- That's a shame, really. - Pietro says and you try to focus on his face and not on Wanda's frown. - But I hope you will keep in touch with everyone by skype at least.

He jokes last, and you laugh, nodding. And then he starts asking you about college and your parents, and you answer politely, trying to ignore the nervousness in your stomach that has settled with Wanda's attentive look on you.

- Pietro, would you get me something to drink, please? - Wanda asked after a moment, and you and Pietro looked at her in surprise, but she just smiled innocently, and her brother grumbled, before nodding and leaving. - Can we talk for a moment?

You blinked in confusion, but agree. Wanda took your hand next, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling your face flush as she pulled you around the yard, toward a farther area.

When she stopped walking, she let go of your hand, and turned around to face you, looking nervous and a bit anxious.

- Are you really leaving? - She asked with a almost sorrowful expression.

You straightened your posture, frowning slightly.

- Yes, I... Wanda, what is it? 

- Okay, I’m.. I'm going to say this once, because I have to, and then we'll go back to our life as before, okay? - She said hurriedly, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath while you just stare her. - I'm still in love with you. And I know we broke up two years ago, but I just couldn't move on. And I guess a part of me never will. - She confesses and you feel the air escape from your lungs. - And I need you to know this before you leave, because I almost couldn't come to this party because I knew you would be here. And I can't believe that we were this intense and amazing thing only just for me. - She says last. But you are in shock, so Wanda swallows dryly. - Damn, I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything and…

- I love you. - You confess interrupting her, listening to your heart pounding in your ears.

- W-what?

- I love you. - You repeat breathlessly as you are moving forward and kissing Wanda firmly. She stumbles back in surprise, but you keep your hands on her face, until she sighs in delight and kisses you back with the same intensity. It feels as good as you remember, but eventually you part breathlessly and start talking with your forehead touching. - I'm sorry I ruined things between us. I was stupid, childish and a bloody idiot. But I'm completely in love with you and i have always been. 

Wanda lets out a surprised laugh, her eyes filled with tears. And then she kisses you again.

- God, we are a complete disaster. - She comments as you separate, making you laugh lightly. And then she swallows dryly, stroking your face with her thumbs. - What are we going to do now?

You smile, hugging her waist.

- I'm not going anywhere if you ask me to stay. - You tell her, making her sigh with surprise and happiness.

- Be my girlfriend, then. - She asks, and you let out a giggle. 

- I'd love to. - You say, and then back away a little. - We'll make it work this time, Wanda. I'm going to love you the right way now.

Wanda nods in understanding, looking at you tenderly.

- You have always loved me the right way. - she says. - We just didn't know how to show it properly.

You sigh.

- I missed you. - You say, bringing your foreheads together. 

- I missed you too. - She breathlessly retorts before kissing you again.

The kiss intensified in the next second, and you ended up pushing Wanda against the outer wall of the house, and she sighed into your mouth. God, you missed her taste. Then she sighed against your lips, and you slowed down, because you are literally in an engagement party.

When you parted, you let out a breathless giggle.

- We should get back to the party. - Wanda comments, her face close to yours. You grumble in agreement, before kissing her again, your tongue running slowly and sensually across her mouth, making a warmth rise in the pit of your stomach.

- Wow. - You say breathlessly a moment later, breaking the kiss for breath. Wanda's hands are dangerously low. She lets out a breathless chuckle, her face flushed. You swallow dryly, clearing your throat. - We'd better go before I can't stop.

Wanda smiles, nodding her head in agreement. And then you took a step back, and it was easier to breathe and think clearly.

When you returned to the party, holding hands, Natasha stared at you two and sighed, taking a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket and handing it to Pietro, who had a smug smile on his face. She complained that she had bet that you two would only get back together after the party, while Pietro had bet that it would be during. You and Wanda's faces reddened, but you laughed at the story.

Two years later, you visited Bucky and Sam, but now, the wedding invitation in your hand was yours.

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While I breathe, I hope

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Request: could I possibly request a Loki x reader with prompt 18 where the reader is being tortured and Loki has to watch

Prompt: 18. "Please, get us out of here!"

A/N: To the anon who requested this story: I’m so sorry it took me so long! I have had a terrible writer’s block for some time.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Loki’s pronouns: he/they

Word count:  2876

Warnings: ANGST, TORTURE, DEATH

Summary: You were sent on a mission with Loki as your partner but things didn’t go as planned. 

Tag list:  @twhiddlestonsstuff @dreamingyouth @xladyxfatex​

Loki stared at Steve while the man was trying to explain the details of the upcoming mission. For everyone else it might look as if he was actually listening but the god’s attention was focused on you. It was going to be your very first time raiding a hydra base. You usually stayed in the quinjet but this one was big and Steve explained that your help would be very needed. Loki did not like that idea. Not because you weren’t capable, that wasn’t the case. You trained with Thor every Friday and managed to beat him up every time. You were almost as good with knives as Bucky and you even surprised Natasha with your hacking skills. You were more than capable. At least he hoped you were.

“If no one has any questions I would suggest we end the meeting and meet in the hangar in 30 minutes” Captain America announced, looking around at his teammates. Loki knew Steven would go through the entire plan once more in the quinjet so he didn’t bother asking about the details. 

Loki waited until everyone else left the room, hoping he could talk to you about the mission. Or more specifically, talk you out of it. He stood up and opened the door for you. You gave him a grateful smile and walked down the hallway with Loki by your side. Usually you two would make fun of something Tony said during the meeting but this time you were really quiet. The trickster wasn’t sure how they should start the conversation.

“How are you feeling before this mission?” the god finally spoke

“Nervous,” you stated “but I’m glad we’re partners during this one. It eases my anxiety a bit.” yeah, maybe Loki should have listened to Steve this time

“Actually,” the brunette continued awkwardly “I don’t think you should go” Loki went straight to the point. They thought it was the right thing to say, no sugarcoating.

“Oh, it’s” you slowed down a bit but kept walking “If you want to switch partners that’s fine with me, you know I won-” 

“No, I think you shouldn’t take part in this mission at all,” Loki stated. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him with confusion. “I don’t believe you’re ready for something this big. You will only injure yourself. Or worse”   You hoped your friend would be happy for you. You have wanted to take part in a mission like that since you joined the team two years ago and you were really excited for it. It hurt you when he said he didn’t want you there. Ok, he didn’t SAY he didn't want you there but you interpreted it that way. Sadness quickly turned into anger. 

“I hoped you would be happy about me being there,” you said and Loki could hear the disappointment in your voice “and I don’t care if you think of me as some secondary agent who you sometimes talk to.” Loki wanted to explain why he needed you to stay but he had a feeling he would only dig his grave deeper. “I’m going and if you despide my presence so much I will tell Steve to give me another partner.” you walked past him and headed to the gym to clear your mind and punch some bags. You probably shouldn’t do it right before the mission but who cared anyways.

Loki sat at the table in the kitchen and smacked his head. It wasn’t their intention to hurt your feelings! They were just trying to protect you, right? At least that’s what he told himself

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“That isn’t going as planned” Loki said as more agents started shooting at the two of you

“No shit Sherlock!” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Loki tried to talk you out of this mission which resulted in a fight between you two.

“You should have stayed behind.” they announced and killed some men with a blast of energy. “You are useless here. I can do it alone” 

That was the last straw. 

“You won, happy?” you started walking back to the jet not even looking back at him. Loki knew you would find your way safely. He made sure there were no agents left behind who could hurt you. 

He was so focused on your safety he forgot about himself. You were out of his sight when something hit his head and everything went black.

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Loki opened his eyes and winced in pain. This guy hit his head pretty hard. He quickly noticed that their hands were handcuffed to the chair they were sitting on. Stupid mortals, he thought, no restrains can stop a god. Loki tried to conjure a knife but nothing happened. Energy blast? Nothing. They then attempted to break free using their strength but nothing happened…..

“And what do we have here?” someone said, entering the room Loki was in “Isn’t that the god of lies himself?” the trickster rolled his eyes. He knew he would get out of this room sooner or later and kill this man. “Where are my manners? My name is agent Chris Walters and we are going to talk for a while.” the man stated and leaned on the mirror in front of the god.

“There is nothing you could do to me that will make me talk” Loki said, looking at the agent whose name he has already forgotten.

“I hoped you would say that” the man smirked and clicked one of the buttons on the wall. He pointed at the mirror to get Loki’s attention. When god’s eyes noticed who the person on the other side was, his heart stopped. He didn’t see his reflection this time “Besides, “ the agent continued “I have never said we will do anything to you” Loki didn’t let anyone in the room know but he was terrified. You weren’t supposed to be here. He saw you going back to the jet so what in the hell were you doing here?! But you were unconscious. Did they kidnap you? Did you come back for him?

“So you are going to show me how you torture somebody else?” Loki sassed “Oh yes, I’m already confessing!”

“Stop playing, Odinson. We all know how much you cherish their company” Walters continued “You see, we have been watching you and the avengers for a while now” the man took a step forward “and my people have noticed how close you two are. Now, where’s the data?” the agent asked

“I don’t know where it is,” the trickster said. At the same time you woke up confused and terrified, not knowing where they took you when something shocked you. You felt your heart beating painfully fast in your ribcage. Looking around you figured you were i some sort of interrogation, or torture, room. There was a mirror in front of you and you knew that someone was behind it. 

Walters signed and took a remote which was laying on the stool next to him in his hands and clicked a button. As he did it Loki heard a scream coming from the other side of the room. Your scream. 

You then tried to figure out what exactly happened to you and you noticed a small device on your chest. Your eyes looked with Loki’s but you had no idea he was there. 

“I don’t know where the data is!” Loki repeated and the agent hit the button again. You could feel the pain in your every muscle and you feared your heart would give up because of the electric shock you received. When it was over you tried to catch your breath and panted heavily. If your hands weren’t tied up to the chair you were sitting on you would collapse on the floor. 

“They have nothing to do with this and I don’t know who has the memory stick!” the god panicked. He knew the agent wouldn't believe him. It was almost as if he knew Loki didn't have it and was doing all this for his own entertainment. The trickster had to come up with a plan and they had to do it quickly. 

The man stared at him with cold eyes and clicked another button. You yelled and Loki felt tears gathering in his eyes. He struggled with the handcuffs but they wouldn’t break. 

You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination or if your vision went blurry. What you knew for sure was that your muscles were going to explode any second now. You couldn’t breathe properly anymore. I’m  going to die here, you thought. You felt something wet on your cheeks but couldn't remember when you started crying.

When the god noticed it he panicked and flexed his muscles as hard as he could to break the chains. But nothing was working. The god was helpless. The realisation hit him like a train. You were going to suffer, maybe die, because of him. And they could do nothing about it. A single tear escaped Loki's eye and he shook his head in denial.

“Stop it!” he begged

The agent put on a sinister smile and your muscles spasmed again. You didn’t make a sound this time. You weren’t able to do that anymore. There was an uncomfortable ringing in your ears and your limbs were tingling. It wasn’t a good sign.

“STOP IT” Loki cried “I WILL GET IT FOR YOU JUST STOP IT”  he begged as more tears were falling down his face.

Your chest couldn’t stop burning and you were feeling weaker with every passing second. At some point your mind started to torture you as well because you could have sworn you heard Loki’s voice. You were never going to see him, were you? You would never tell him how much he meant to you. You would never be able to feel their lips on yours. You would never tell the trickster you loved him. Because that’s what it was, right? Love…. If only you could have realised it sooner… You were slowly losing your consciousness and this time you didn’t fight it.

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When Loki noticed you weren’t moving anymore he felt an unspeakable rage within him. It couldn't end like that. He was going to kill that whatever was his name agent, save you and get his head out of his ass and fucking confess his love to you. Exactly in that order. He prayed to the norns that this would work. If he couldn't break the chains he would break the chair. 

“Ugh,” the agent looked at your form with disgust “That went too quickly for my liking” That comment was the last straw for Loki. He felt so much power inside him he thought he would burst out. The green light filled the room breaking the chair, the window and Loki’s handcuffs. The trickster was surprised at this sudden outburst of power but they definitely didn’t mind. They conjured a dagger and threw it at the confused agent, tearing his artery in the process. The god didn’t even look at the dying man, he was focused only on you. 

He took the now broken chair  and threw it on the mirror to shatter it completely. Small pieces of glass flew in every direction, injuring Loki as they cut his cheek. The  trickster jumped to the other side not even noticing how some pieces wounded his arms and hands. They ran to you and gently took your face in their hands.

“Hey,” Loki called you, patting your cheek to wake you up “Open your eyes, love. It’s over. It’s ok now” 

Hearing someone’s voice you opened your eyes but your vision was still blurry “Please get us out of here!” was all you said before losing your consciousness again. 

Loki quickly freed you out by breaking the chains you were in and picked you up. They kicked the door open and sprinted down the hall. Unfortunately, Loki’s outburst of power alarmed other hydra agents who were blocking the exit. The god was about to jump into action again when suddenly Hulk appeared killing the bad guys immediately. And even though Loki feared him, they were happy to see the green creature this time. The trickster wasn’t planning on staying in the same room with him so they left with you in their arms hoping they would find the quinjet and get you to safety. 

He noticed Iron Man and the Captain fighting some people. He was so relieved to see them.

“ANTHONY!” he shouted to get the billionaire's attention. Thanks to the norns Tony saw him.

 “What happened?” he asked upon noticing your unconscious body.

“We- we split up a-and then they attacked us,” Loki mumbled “they hurt Y/N, we need to get them somewhere safe” 

Tony nodded and looked around “I have your back,” he said “The quinjet is not so far away and those damned agents are multiplying like fucking rabbits” Loki didn’t need to be told twice. He held your body closer to his and headed in the direction Tony pointed at. 

He got there very fast and  gently laid you on the ground. No one else was there to help so Loki decided to patch you up themselves. Looking for any major injuries the god noticed a small device on your chest. He didn’t think what could happen when he took it out. Your body spasmed one more time and your heart stopped beating. But Loki didn’t know. They took you by your shoulders and shook gently to wake you up but there was no response. 

“You’re ok, “ he whispered “you’re safe. Wake up, please wake up” he stopped his movements and waited but nothing happened. And then he realised. You weren’t breathing. He panicked and shook you again, thinking it would help somehow “No, no, please don’t do this to me!” he cried “You can’t leave me! Ple- Please.. Wake up. I-I love you, please….”  he was so coughed up in this moment he didn’t notice when Tony pulled him away from your body.

“JARVIS start resuscitation!”  Tony commanded. A small robot attached itself to your chest and sent the first impulse. 

“No pulse detected” JARVIS announced

“Again!” Iron Man said. Loki couldn’t move. They just watched your lifeless body with hundreds of thoughts running through his mind. It was all his fault. The bot sent sent another impulse.

“No pulse detected”

“Dubble up the power and do it again, damnit!” Now Tony was panicking, too. Steven and Natasha were there too. The god had no idea when they got there. But did it really matter? You were dying and he could do nothing about it. The tears streamed down his face again when the bot repeated the sentence again.

“A-again, do it again” Tony was crying now, too. Loki couldn’t bear to see it. If you died he would lose his own will to live. You were his light, his happiness. The god hasn’t used his magic to heal people in so long but they had to at least try. They crawled to you and put one of his hands on your chest. The other one gently caressed your cheek. 

Tony stood up and took a step back to give Loki space. The green light slowly escaped his palms and embraced your body. The trickster hoped it would work. But the more power he used the weaker he felt. 

Suddenly the bot spoke again announcing that your heart started beating again. Loki exhaled heavily and almost collapsed from exhaustion. He looked up and realised that everyone was here. They all seemed to calm down after JARVIS said you were alive but they could still feel the tension in the air. 

You gasped loudly and Loki’s attention was on you again. You looked around you and noticed how everybody was standing over you not saying a word. Your eyes wandered to the left and met with Loki’s. He had a sad smile on his face which was stained with tears. The god embraced you tightly and kissed your head. You started to slowly remember what happened. 

“I’m so sorry” Loki whispered into your ear and you put your hands around him. He sounded different. Sad and hurt “I love you so much” he said. You pulled away and cupped his face. 

Tony figured out what was happening and motioned everyone to leave for a moment to give the two of you some space. 

“And I’m so sorry.” he continued “For what I said earlier. I-I wanted to protect you but it-”  

“I know, Loki” you interrupted him “I know you meant well” he could argue with you about it later but now the only thing that mattered was you being alive.

“I love you” the god repeated quietly. 

“I love you, too” you reassured him and leaned in to kiss him. Loki’s lips brushed yours until he finally gave in and pulled your body closer to his. You gasped and got so lost in the kiss you forgot about everything bad that has happened today. Loki gently bit your bottom lip as if he was asking you for more. You deepened the kiss and put your hands around his neck and in that moment everything was better.

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Voiceless Love: Chapter 2

Misunderstanding

Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2782

Warnings: fluff, Jealous!Bucky, Bucky being soft

Tag List: @caffeineoverloadandstudying @zizzlekwum

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bucky.”

He raises his hand to shake yours while holding his metal arm back. Reluctantly, you take his hand, but your eyes do not leave his. Within the glimmer of your eyes, Bucky can still see fear. He can’t decide if it’s because you’re nervous and new, or if you still has the same beliefs of the people, that he’s a monster.

“I won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me from the news, but-”

He stops at the sight of you shaking her head no.

“Well, I’m glad you don’t believe them.”

You give him a gentle smile, but it’s more wide and full of life than the others have gotten.

“Are you not able to sleep either?”

You shake your head no. After pointing to your head, you carefully show Buck her hands. He takes them and notices how bad you are shaking.

“Anxiety?”

You nod your head.

“Do you mind if I give you a hug?”

You back up suddenly. The fear flows back into your eyes as you stumble over your own feet. Bucky takes a step back, wanting to say something, but not finding the words in the realization of your fear.

“I’m sorry.. I didn't- I didn’t mean to freak you out…”

You shake your head no. Grabbing the box of Cheez-its you found, you run back to your room. Bucky littles to the little pitter patter of your feet running down the hallways with the feeling of sadness and hurt. He didn’t mean to freak you out, but he misunderstood the openness.

Slowly, Bucky shuffles to your room to find your door still slightly open. Not wanting to ruin her privacy, he decides not to go in, but instead he whispers close to the door, “I’m sorry, again. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You sit on her bed, listening to the soft spoken soldier apologize.

The next morning Bucky wakes up on his warm sheets. The sun peeks through his shades as he stretches awake. He hears a paper sound when he stretches his arms out and notices a small little note fall from the side of his bed onto the wooden floors. Looking around, he notices his door slightly opened, like whoever had entered his room left in a rush.

Leaning over the bed, he picks up the paper and attempts to read the scribbled handwriting.

You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just not used to touch

In his sleepy state, Bucky forgot about his interaction with you. Reading the paper reminds him and brings a smile to his face. If the way you write is similar to your voice, he’s sure you sound like a little mouse, but perfect. Your handwriting is so small and messy, it reminds him of when he learned to write in secondary school. Everything had to be in cursive since a lot of people didn’t write in print back then. Your handwriting is like a bad cursive practice.

After getting ready, Bucky heads his way out of his room into the main living room where people are trickling in. Natasha and Steve look straight out of the gym with how profusely they're sweating, while Wanda is making spirit dancers with her powers to impress Sam and Thor on the couch.

But Bucky’s eyes go straight to you sitting on the bar stool at the island, legs crossed, and hunched over a bowl of cereal. You have a set of dark green silk pajamas on. Out of all the outfits in the world, Bucky thinks your pajamas are the cutest he’s ever seen someone wear. He sits down to the right of you and watches your head move slowly up to look at him. He chuckles at you with the spoon shoved in your mouth as you look at him with big eyes. The corners of your mouth slowly rise until you have a slight smile on your face then you look away and shovel another spoon in your mouth.

“I read your note,” Bucky whispers. You look up with him, without the spoon in your mouth, “I’m glad I didn’t make you uncomfortable.

You smile and nod.

“I’ll be more aware of the touching thing.” Bucky watches your smile become wider which makes his heart jump. Who knew a small thing like you could make him feel small as well.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

Nods.

“I’m glad. I noticed last night you had a lot of your stuff unpacked. Are you getting settled?”

Nods.

“That’s good. Does it feel like home, yet?” He chuckles.

You shake your head no.

“I get that. It took me a while to feel completely comfortable here. I’ll be honest, Y/N, I still struggle with seeing it as home, so don’t feel too bad if you never see it like that.”

You look back up at Bucky and smile. Taking a pen out of your pajama pocket, you reach for Bucky’s opposite arm and take his palm. At this point, most of the other avengers are looking over at the pair, giving each other quizzical looks.

“Since when did these two become friends? It’s only been a day.” Natasha asks.

“I have no idea. Last night she was pretty distant with Thor and I,” Steve said.

“Maybe your whole good ole’ Captain-ness scared her,” Sam snarks.

Looking down at his hand, Bucky watches you write thank you on the palm of his hand, right under his thumb.

“Of course,” he says with a smile, “I’m always here to talk if something is bothering you.”

You smile at him before finishing your bowl of Lucky Charms. Setting your bowl in the sink, you turn to see everyone staring at you in awe. She grabs her blanket around her to cover herself more in defense.

“Guys, stop staring at her. We had a conversation last night and became friends,” Bucky scolds.

“You had a conversation?” Sam asks.

“Well, more like I spoke and she nodded, but yeah. So leave her alone, stop pressuring her to speak. It’s weird and I should know.” Bucky turns back to you. “I can show you around the tower if you want to get away from them.”

You nods her head excitedly before Bucky asks you what your hobbies are. You hold your hands together flat to make a little book symbol.

“Reading? I can show you the library.”

Your eyes light up and everyone takes notice, even from the side of their eyes. You walk over to Bucky who puts his arm out for you. Looking at him nervously, Bucky’s gentle smile relaxes you and you slip your arm around his. Everyone gives each other a frantic ‘did you see that’ look behind your backs as you both walk over to the library.

Bucky looks down at you walking beside him. Your’e not that short, but your small frame compared to him makes you look like a tiny thing. He chuckles inside thinking about how they look, like a lion carrying his tiny sub in his mouth. You’re so cute with your Y/H/C hair swaying as you walk and your fingers wrapped around his biceps. He stops suddenly.

You stop and look back at Bucky with her eyes furrowed. He’s looking down at your hand and realizing it’s wrapped around his metal arm. Not knowing his insecurities and self blame, you don’t understand why he’s frozen in place. You walk closer to him and place your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Your hand… it’s on my metal arm.”

You nod your head, still not understanding. Bucky looks at your eyes with a slight smile.

“Are you not scared of me?”

You shake your head no which shocks Bucky beyond belief.

“I’ve never met anyone who isn’t the first time they meet me.” You shrug which makes Bucky laugh, “Well, I’m glad. Come on, we're almost there.”

You reach the elevator and move up a flight before wandering down another hallway to the doors. Bucky pushes open the door to reveal the library. Your eyes go wide in awe which makes Bucky’s heart skip another beat. Your pure joy makes him so happy and knowing he was able to bring it to her himself brought him as much joy as this library did for you.

He would never lie to himself, he knows he likes you more than he should after knowing you for a day and a half, but there’s something that pulls him towards you. Your sweet innocence makes you so desirable in so many ways. All he wants to do is have you for himself, but also protect you from anything that could harm you.

You run around the library, discovering each aisle and row. You come back by Bucky and jump in joy. He secretly hopes you’d hug him, but you don’t come close to it. Your overwhelming joy is cut off by the sound of someone coughing. The pair turn to see Loki sitting in a seat, head in a book.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you are bothering me, so please get what you need and leave.”

“I’m sorry, Loki, but this library doesn’t belong to only you,” Bucky remarks.

Loki looks up from his book, scowling at Bucky, until he sees you standing by. It’s the girl he had seen earlier, the one who appeared different from the rest. Maybe he could be a little more gracious to the mortal.

“I am the only one who uses it, am I not?”

“Not anymore, Y/N really likes to read so I’m afraid she will be joining you more.”

Bucky doesn’t like the thought of you being alone with Loki, but he also knows you’d never be into him with how rude and uptight he could be. Plus, he also knows you would never bother him since you’re quiet.

“Well, I guess I don’t mind being joined by the quiet one. She seems like good company.”

You smile at Loki’s comment. Maybe the god of mischief isn’t as bad as he seemed.

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Bucky left you in the library for a little bit while he went to spare with Steve. He didn’t like the fact that you were alone with Loki and he let that get to him.

“What’s going with you?” Steve asks.

“Nothing.”

“Your moves are sloppy and I can tell your head isn’t here. What’s bothering you?”

“Is it normal to get attached to someone quick?”

“Depends on the situation. Are you talking about Y/N?”

“Yeah, I know I’ve only known her for a day, but I feel protective of her.”

Steve joins Bucky on the floor, staring out the windows, “Maybe because you understand? You’ve been where she has, scared, helpless. She’s not one hundred percent sure on what’s going on with herself then she was thrown in the Avengers. It’s quite sudden and you can relate to it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Some time away will be nice, too. Give you some space from her to think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tony didn’t tell you? We’re leaving for a mission soon. All of us but Y/N and Loki.”’

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You and Loki sit in silence in the library, both absorbed in their books. You can’t make out what Loki is reading, but it looks like some kind of Russian romance novel. You go back to Macbeth, which happens to be her third time reading it. You're so immersed that you don’t notice the tiny glances Loki is sending your way.

He’s intrigued by the new Avenger. Small in frame, innocence in appearance. She doesn’t look like the rest, pained by the world. She looks more carefree, timid, and dare he even say enjoyable. Besides the fact that she doesn’t speak, he doesn’t mind her presence, but he hates that. He’s never minded a Midgard before, so why her? He also notices the way you were his color unknowingly, but loving how it looks on her. There’s a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach looking at her, not really knowing what it is.

Neither are really sure how much time passes. Loki has gone through multiple books, but he notices you are still reading the same book. It’s at least been hours. Surely you aren’t that slow of a reader.

“What is it you’re reading?” Loki asks hoping he can spur some answers out of you. He’s never been so intrigued by a human.

You sneak a finger in her book to hold her place before showing him the title.

“Macbeth? Good selection, didn’t take you as a Shakespeare fan. You look like one of those mortals that would read werewolf smut”

You crack a little smile and go back to her book, not giving Loki anymore attention. From the way Bucky spoke about him, you’re not so sure if he’s safe or trustworthy. He seems nice and not like the other’s descriptions of the god. They say he’s silent and judgmental, but the man sitting in a three piece suit while reading doesn’t radiate the destructive chaos. You look up to see him staring at you. Furrowing her eyebrows, you move over to sit by him on the ground.

“What is it, little one?”

Shrugging, you point to him and make a little sign to show him watching her.

“Why am I looking at you?”

You nod your head passionately.

“I’m staring at you because you’re the first person to stay in a room with me for more than five minutes. Quite shocking, to be honest.”

You chuckle inside and shake your head. She reaches out for his hand, but he stays still. He shoots you a confused look, but you simply roll your eyes and pull for his hand more. Hesitantly, he gives it to you, watching every move. You pull out the pen in her pocket you had used on Bucky and write on Loki’s wrist.

You’re not bothering me, so why would I leave?

“I bother most.”

I don’t mind you. You seem nice.

The sudden compliment disturbed Loki. Quickly, he stands up and drops his book.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he says boldly before exiting the room in a hurry.

You sit there, watching the green eyed god haste fully leave. Did you say something wrong? All of a sudden, you could feel water rising in your eyes. Silently, you let out a couple of tears before putting your book away and shuffling to your room.

Right before you made it to your room, you bump into a large object. Slipping, you grabbed onto the closest thing which was cold metal. Bucky tries to keep his arm still and grab you as you struggle to regain your balance.

“Woah, woah, are you okay?” His eyes are full of worry as this little thing fumbles around.

You nod, trying to keep your head down so he couldn’t tell you were crying, but gently, Bucky lifts your head up to meet his eyes.

“You’ve been crying?”

You shake her head no and try to keep walking, but Bucky holds you tight so it looks as if you are walking into a wall. You give him a hard look, but it’s tired and longing. Bucky takes your hand and walks you the rest of the way to your room. He waits at your doorway until you motions for him to come in. Bucky sits on her bed as he watches you fold her blanket and sit down next to him.

“What happened, doll?” Bucky asks as he wipes off the remaining tears from your cheek.

You let out a little sigh and pull out the little ball point pen.

Loki incident

Bucky stiffens up and stares at you, his eyes burning into your head. If he did or said anything, Bucky would…

Don’t kill him, he didn’t do anything

Bucky doesn’t loosen up, but waits for an explanation. You give him a soft smile, the kindness and happiness returning to your eyes.

He can’t take compliments

Bucky drops his head and chuckles, “I think you’re the only one who’s ever complimented him.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Bucky realizes that wasn’t the right thing to say. He sees the sadness come back into your eyes and realizes he misunderstood what happened between you and the god. It burdens you to hear such words and it burdens him to know you care.

“He’s hard to be around, doll. You’ll get used to it.”

But inside he’s holding back everything from running to Loki and punching him for talking to you.

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In Another Universe Part 3 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: You are trying to normalize a world without Marcus, months after you snapped back to Earth. But in that other universe, an accident occurs in their mission to bring you back.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2.08k

Warnings: Nothing, just some language. 

A/N: So... it’s embarrassing how long this part took to be published. If you’ll except an apology, I’ll be the first to beg for forgiveness. On the other hand... here’s part 3! Part 4 will be the conclusion of this miniseries so thank you for reading thus far and stay tuned for that. Right now requests are CLOSED but I am going to open them again soon when I get through the ones I have waiting and I’ll be adding L&O:SVU characters to the list. :)

Pain is a difficult concept to understand. 

There are infinite reasons to feel a certain kind of pain or to be in a specific kind of pain, but no one can truly understand it until it happens to them. Which in the case of you, is no one. 

At some point during the last five months, you had made a move to Clint’s farm. James thought it would be better for you to not be in the city where your closest friends were gone and weren’t returning. It was the constant memories of Natasha holding your hand when things got rough or Tony obnoxiously slapping you on the shoulder in a message of congratulations. 

There were so many memories that simply seeped through the walls, both physically and metaphorically, but it wasn’t as if a move was going to change that. All you wanted was to move, home, to Marcus and Missy and the life you had built in what James had called ‘Earth 2.’ 

Earth 2. 

Earth 2 was the only Earth that mattered to you and his deflection of it being secondary to the one that only caused pain was hurtful. But it wasn’t like he was going to understand that. So, you took up the offer to move to Clint’s farm and the second you landed and walked off the jet, you regretted the decision. 

Clint was surrounded by love. His wife, his daughter, his sons. They were everything and nothing to you at the same time. Clint had his own problems to deal with upon meeting a young woman who took up skills like his own and often left you with Laura and his children. 

Laura kept you occupied with small projects as they were renovating the barn and their basement, but it was just as mundane as the topics of conversation she tried to engage in. But with even the slightest mention of Nat, or Steve, or Tony, or the world you left behind, you shut down. 

It was intentional, but it wasn’t avoidable. Pain wasn’t avoidable when it was buried so deep. 

But there were the occasional good days. Like today. 

Laura had taken the boys to soccer practice and promised Lila a day out at the aquarium. She extended the offer to you but she never thought you would accept. When you did, she was pleasantly surprised and also promised she would pay for lunch too. It was rare that you would pass up the opportunity to snag a free lunch because you obliged and allowed her to plan the day. 

‘Maybe a day out would be good.’ You thought to yourself as you readied everything to go. For the first time in months you put effort into your appearance. A bit of makeup, nicer clothes, and shoes that weren’t scuffed or covered in dirt from the non-existent basement floor. 

And for what it was worth, the day was good. You allowed yourself to just enjoy, learn, and watch a mother interact with her daughter and in turn, the daughter made you feel like the aunt Clint had always told her you were. Lila saw the effort and wanted to make you feel as welcome and as loved as possible. 

And as the cracks of a broken soul begin to slowly merge together–where time would surely heal it to properly function again, a wrench is thrown to stop it. 

James Rhodes wasn’t sure how it exactly happened.

He had been standing against a lab table, watching Clint (the only other resident at the compound at the moment) work on his bow. The two were making small conversation about their day to day lives since everything had gone down just a few months ago. While Clint had just finished installing a replacement valve on the base of the basket that held his arrows. It hadn’t been turning properly and the only place that would have the parts was Tony’s former playground. Then an earthquake occurred... or what they could equate to an earthquake.

Neither of them had ever been a witness to one, but the ground shook violently, quickly, with little give. Parts fell off tables and the two men grabbed at whatever they could to remain steady. By the time they had steadied themselves, the movement stopped. It was followed then, only then, by a loud crashing noise about a floor below and glass breaking. Clint was the first to reach for his bow and James grabbed the closest gun he could find. Neither of them thought anything other than “my god, what Thanos level shit is it now.”

Like the sleuth heroes they were, they managed to silently exit the lab and descend the stairs without so much as a creek. The living space that was located on the third floor was relatively untouched but the sound had echoed from the room. As soon as they turned around from the steps, they realized their suspicions were correct but it didn’t look like a Thanos level threat.

Behind the couch, the broken lamp that had no bulb laid on the ground beside a man. A man dressed in black tactical gear and swords sheathed on his back. He had other small weapons on his clothes but none of them were drawn and from the reflection of the glass window, Clint could see a perplexed look on his seemingly worn face. Although he didn’t feel the man was particularly threatening, Clint drew up his bow and held it steady from his position before calling out to him.

“Put your hands where I can see them.”

Cheesy, he knew it was but he wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t know where the hell this guy came from and he could easily be a sorcerer or God even though he looked like a regular Joe.

“Sir, I need you to show us your hands!” James was more assertive from behind Clint but didn’t move from his position. Ever since the accident years ago, James took a step back whenever he didn’t have his armor on.

The man had flinched a bit upon hearing their voices. He slowly raised his hands as asked and turned around to meet the eyes of two men who he had never met. Their weapons drawn on him but not unfamiliar to other situations he had been in before. This time, it was just more human.

“Who are you?” The one with short hair, a bow, asked him with a hesitant, gruff voice.

“Where am I?”

The man spoke their language—maybe not an alien.

“I asked you first who are you?”

“Where am I? Where is-“

“I do not want to have to shoot you, who are you?” James was aggravated, perhaps a little scared but he wouldn’t shoot unless the man made any aggressive moments toward them.

“M-Marcus. My name is Marcus.” Marcus’ voice was firm but scared. He didn’t know where he was. It was all an accident. One minute he was testing the machine and the next he was moving through a kaleidoscope of colors until he saw a blinding light and landed on a lamp in the middle of a futuristic looking living room.

There was a moment of realization in the bow-wielders face that gave Marcus a second of hope. Had this really worked? Was this your world?

“Alright Marcus, I am going to need you to tell me where you came from and how you got here.” The one with the gun in Marcus’ eyes began to move around the one with bow. He held out his hand calmly, signaling to Marcus that he wasn’t a threat but was protecting himself and his friend out of precaution. Marcus did not move his hands but nodded in agreement. What did he have to hide when he was now in an unfamiliar land with weapons pointed at his chest? 

“I don’t know how I got here. I work for a team and we were trying to get someone back. I was working on it but something went wrong.” 

“Do you know where you are?” 

“No.” 

“Who are you looking for?” 

“Our teammate.” 

Clint knew it was him. This had to have been the man you talked about with him and James was getting that sense as well. He was exactly as you spoke, handsome with a slight carelessness to his appearance. He had a mustache and his name was literally Marcus. It couldn’t have been anyone else, though they had no idea how in the universe he found his way to the middle of the Avengers living room. 

“Marcus, I am going to ask you a series of questions I need you to be honest with me.” Clint put down his bow this time and James looked at him with wide eyes but continued to hold his stance. 

“Does your world look like this one?” 

Marcus took a second to let his eyes drift out the windows around them. The world looked similar, almost an exact copy. He had remembered your startled realization that his world was just as similar to your own even though it wasn’t the same one. It was a strange concept that was hard to grapple with. 

“Yes.” 

“Do you have a daughter, Marcus?” 

“What?” This absolutely terrified him. As much as he wanted to be hopeful to find you, a mention of his daughter in a new world was not what he wanted. Now the question if he even escaped his own world and found himself in a new one was wavering. These people couldn’t possibly know he had a daughter unless they were familiar with the Heroics. 

“Do you have a daughter? I need you to answer this so I can-” 

“Yes. Yes, I have a daughter.” 

“Missy?” 

Marcus nodded his head and Clint looked at James who lowered his gun now. This was that Marcus. This was your Marcus and he was here to find you. 

“And what can you tell me about Y/n?” 

His heart leapt out of his chest with a fury at the mention of your name. 

“She’s my-my she’s-” 

Clint nodded his head and officially dropped his bow before extending his hand for Marcus to shake. 

“My name is Clint Barton, maybe she mentioned me, I don’t know. But she’s talked plenty about you.” 

“She’s here?” It came out just above a whisper as he met Clint’s hand. 

“Y/n is with my wife at our farm. I can take you to her.” 

It was like that final stretch of battle you had described to him before. This was his endgame, his chance for peace with you and the friends you left behind for years are willing to help make that come true. Much to his word, Clint prepared a jet to set off to the farm and James kept Marcus from stirring alone in his thoughts. It wasn’t as if the reunion would be soured because the relationship ended, no, quite the opposite, but the idea that maybe you would rather stay with the people who you had always been around was an invasive thought. James had eased those thoughts with stories of your return and subsequent difficultly to adapt to this life. That wasn’t an easy thing to hear, but it meant that somewhere inside you, you believed that life was better with Missy and himself. 

James reassured him that you were very much in love with him. You had told the two of them about your “other” life, about the team, Missy, Mrs. Moreno, and everyone else who made that other world home. 

Home. 

By the time James had gotten around to recalling the moment you had realized you loved Marcus, Clint had come back, gathered his own bags and motioned to the jet. 

“Looks like he’s ready to go.” James said and gave Marcus a friendly pat on the shoulder. 

“She deserves to be happy and I know with you she’ll have that. It’s what they would have wanted.” 

“Thank you for your help. I don’t think I would have found her otherwise.” Marcus chuckled but couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. It was a contagious one because the two men couldn’t help but feel the love the radiated off the man. They were happy for you and if leaving this world for another meant you would finally be at peace, then that is what it meant. 

“Go get her, Marcus.” 

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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 7

Part 7: A Charade

Series Masterlist

Words: 3k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Potentioal infidelity. References to crime family violence. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

A/N: To answer a few of those questions, to give a little more information on Steve’s family and life before, and to set up a showdown...

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“Good morning,” his voice was a low purr in your ear, pulling you from an uneasy sleep.

Your gaze landed on the ring on your finger first, the sapphire just a couple of shades darker than Steve’s eyes.

When you glanced up, you found him sitting on the edge of your bed. The muted gray morning light filtering in through the windows couldn’t hide how tired he looked. Was he still wearing the same clothes from last night?

One large hand smoothed over your shoulder, his touch warm through the thin sleeve of your nightgown. His gaze moving over your lips made you wonder if he was remembering the kiss you shared last night too.

“Did you sleep at all?” Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head. Fear of the unknown kept you from doing anything but dozing off here and there. You’d heard the voices and steps of his men on the stairs beyond your room all night, a couple of times you’d heard shouting outside, saw the beams from flashlights through your window.

“Is Clint okay?” you asked him. You didn’t know the man, but he’d been kind to you.

Steve’s gaze dropped, he nodded. “It didn’t look good at first, but he’s going to make it.”

You remember the glances exchanged between Clint and Natasha last night when Steve and her husband were out of the room. There was something between them. Was Natasha out of her mind with worry right now?

“I’m going to keep extra men here at the house until the wedding,” Steve explained, his expression sober. “There’s no reason to believe right now that you’re in any danger, but I don’t want to be careless here.”

What did that even mean?

You tried not to dwell on the situation. Were you in danger because you were being forced to marry the mob boss? Because of who your father was?

Trying to push it out of your mind, you sighed. You tried to ignore how good that possessive touch on your shoulder felt. Your eyes were still blurry from sleep, but you glanced up at him.

“The stylists are coming back in a couple of hours,” Steve told you, smiling. “Dyson is going to give you away?”

“I don’t have anyone else,” you reminded him.

The smile faded, but he wasn’t giving up. “Nat and a couple of her friends are going to be in your bridal party. I’m vetting the three of them from families I know. The stylists are stopping at Nat’s first to do those fittings and then they’ll be here.”

You didn’t know Nat’s friends. You barely knew her though you hoped she was okay right now.

“Nat’s a good sister,” Steve told you. “She’ll be a good sister to you too.”

You hoped so. At least you’d have someone there for you besides Dyson who you could talk to, who would understand. Just maybe you’d be a confidant for her too if she needed one.

You nodded, not knowing what to say to that.

“Give any thought to what I asked you last night?” Steve pushed on.

Which part? Obeying him? Giving him a chance?

“It won’t always be like this,” Steve told you, moving his hand from his shoulder to the bed behind you. He leaned close, his lips close to yours. While you were pretty sure he was wearing the same clothes from last night, you could smell the mint of his toothpaste. “Once we’re married, once I’ve taken control of the families, things will settle. Things will seem a lot less like a military state.”

“What will it be like?” you had to ask. Would you be able to leave the house? Go places? Even the monthly trips you were allowed to take when your father still lived involved you leaving at night until you reached New York City.

Steve had a different answer in mind. His lips claimed yours in a way your sleepy mind wasn’t ready for. He pressed you carefully into the bed as he tasted you, his hands sliding over your shoulders and back. You were still struggling to catch up when he pulled away to gaze into your eyes.

“I’ve got to go into the city to take care of some business,” he said after a moment, looking very much like he wanted to stay right there with you. “You can go wherever you want in the house but make sure Dyson knows where you are.”

At least you weren’t confined to your room. You nodded.

“If you need anything, Dyson will get it for you,” he said meaningfully. “There’s no scenario where you need to leave this house until the wedding. Even if there wasn’t two feet of snow on the ground.”

“How would I leave?” you mumbled, still trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. “I don’t have a car.”

Not since he’d claimed everything that was yours as his own.

The look in his blue eyes was grave. “I need you to understand. For your own safety, I don’t even want you outside the house.”

“Afraid I’ll make another run for it?” you chided him.

No humor entered his expression. “I was lenient with you that time.” Pressing another kiss to your cheek, his hand slid down to pat your ass. “Do what I say.”

It was a warning you should have heeded.

What you did was doze off now that things were calm, and Steve had told you that he didn’t think you were in any immediate danger. Dyson’s frantic knock on your bedroom door woke you up, had you scrambling to snatch your phone off your bedside table. It was almost noon.

Fuck! Had Steve said something about the stylists coming back over?

Dyson called your name, sounded panic. “The stylists are on their way,” he went on.

“Yeah, okay,” you muttered, sitting up and scrubbing your hands over your face. You plucked your robe from the chair of your vanity and pulled it on, meeting Dyson at your door. “I’ll jump in the shower. Sorry.”

The look on his face. Something was up.

“Is something wrong?” you asked him, hoping he was okay. Dyson was in the same age range as your father had been. He was really your only friend right now.

Walking past you into your room, he sighed, wringing his thick hands in front of him.

“I realize things were emotional last night when we all talked about the wedding,” Dyson began slowly. “I offered to walk you down the aisle but if you’re not okay with that or…”

Blowing out a relieved sigh, you hugged him. “I’m so happy that you’re giving me away.” You meant it. “I think my father would be happy about that too.”

Dyson squeezed you before stepping back. “Just wanted to make sure before I had a suit made, you know. I didn’t want to assume.”

You had to laugh. “Considering I slept in, I’m grateful. Fitting you will give them something to do so I can get a shower and a bite to eat.”

Dyson looked happier now, went off to wait for the troop of talkative ladies. You grabbed a shower, scrambling to get dressed once you were done. You were in such a hurry as you pulled on your jeans and grabbed a sweater, you didn’t immediately notice Natasha sitting at the chair of your vanity. You yelped when you noticed her.

“I’m sorry,” she rose from the chair, her hands calming on your arms when she reached you. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Well, she had. And as you finished pulling on your sweater, you remembered Clint…

“What are you doing here?” you had to ask.

Oh, her expression was clouded with worry and the shadows under her eyes told you that she probably slept less than you had.

“I need a friend,” she said simply.

So did you. You listened.

Nat’s gaze dropped, her exhale seemed loud in the quiet of the room.

“Look, someone shot Clint last night,” she explained. “I’ve been in love with him since I was twelve.”

So you were right… Your heart sank as you waited.

“I was supposed to marry your brother originally,” she went on. “You knew that. Three years ago, I was married to Bruce.”

You didn’t miss her choice of words. “Why didn’t you marry Clint?”

Nat’s eyes were glossy with tears, but her expression was composed. “He’s just a soldier. Steve said he wasn’t established enough to marry the boss’s sister.”

“Seriously?” What was wrong with the lot of them? “I’m really sorry.”

And you were. Like her, you were being married off to someone not of your choosing. And that was bad enough. What if you never wanted to marry at all? 

But to love someone else in that situation? It was hard to fathom.

“I don’t have much time,” she said abruptly. “I need to see him. I need to know that he’s alright… But for obvious reasons…”

“Steve would be that angry if you went to the hospital to see Clint?” That pissed you off. From what Steve told you this morning, he could have died.

“Not Steve,” Natasha corrected.

Oh. Oh. It was Bruce then.

“You can help me,” Nat told you meaningfully.

“How?” You didn’t have a car. Hell, Steve didn’t want you leaving the house.

“I followed the stylists here because there was a change I really wanted to make to my dress for the wedding,” she explained quickly. “I thought it would be a great excuse for me and you to visit, get to know each other.”

“And then?” you wanted to know.

“We’re going to come up with a health scare, something… some reason I have to take you to the hospital,” Nat threw in.

“Me?” Wait. “Why me?”

“It’s too obvious if I do it,” she told you. “It has to be you.”

“I’m not supposed to leave the house,” you told her in a panic. “I’m serious. He said he didn’t even want me on the grounds outside the house until the wedding.”

That made her pause, her expression darkened. She nodded, thinking it over.

“Maybe this is a bad idea,” she said then. “I just…” When she started blinking back tears, you pulled her into a hug. When she broke down and started crying on your shoulder, your heart cracked. She really was scared and unable to be with the man she loved right now…

You took a deep breath. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

That was assuming you could manage to fool Dyson. Or Steve. 

Steve only knew what Dyson knew about you. And you’d never been sick once in the man’s presence in the two plus years he’d lived at your house. You had no health issues of any kind. You took no medications.

What the hell were you going to do?

Well, maybe she had a plan… Easing back from her, you nodded. You just hoped you didn’t end up regretting this. You also hoped she’d be as willing to help you one day when you needed it.

“How do we do this?” you asked her.

Her pretty eyes widened in hope, had her reaching into the pocket of her jeans for a small clear bag with two white pills.

Wait.

“Take these,” Nat told you quietly looking around to see if you had a water glass.

The idea of a drug had you pausing. “What is that?”

“Oh,” Nat sensed your discomfort. “It’s just Niacin. A vitamin supplement. In high doses, it creates a flush effect. It mimics a fever.”

Niacin? Okay, that didn’t sound so bad.

“It’s a little uncomfortable because it makes your skin burn and itch, but it doesn’t last more than an hour or so.” Grabbing your half-full glass of water from the bedside table, she held it and the capsules to you. “It will last long enough for me to justify a trip to the ER.”

You took the capsules from her. Still. “What about Steve?”

“Steve’s not going to be happy,” Nat told you what you already knew. “But I’m going to try and keep the blame on me. They’ll look you over in the ER. No harm done. I was just looking after my future sister-in-law.”

“He’ll be suspicious,” you pointed out.

“Don’t I know it. But it’s nothing he can prove.”

You hoped she was right. You took the pills out of the bag, popped them into your mouth, and chased them down with water.

Nat went to the window. “The stylists are here,” she pointed out. “They’ll start with Dyson and here in a few minutes, it’s show time.”

You nodded, trying to focus on breathing.

 ***

 When his phone hummed in his jacket, Steve fished it out. Maybe it was an update from his guys with an update on the hit on Clint last night. Maybe it was the confirmation from Bruce that her father’s estate was signed, sealed, delivered.

Steve really needed to check in with Dyson, see how things were at home. His mind had been pulled back to talking to her this morning more than it should have been…

The text was none of things. It was from her.

Steve needed to do something about that.

Katerina.

Kat had been Steve’s “friend” since just before he found out the truth about his future wife. Her sister Paulina was Bruce’s long-standing girlfriend which is how Steve even met her.

Kat was gorgeous and exotic. She made herself available to him any time of the day or night and he had to admit, she was good in bed.

She was also moody and restless with an ambition that he’d somewhat admired at first. Now it left him feeling resigned on a good day, defensive on the rest. Steve had never rose tinted her world with stories of how things would be between them. He’d paid her very well for her availability and the convenience the arrangement offered him, for the limits seeing him imposed on her life.

Kat met his needs with discretion. She wasn’t allowed to see other men while seeing him. He’d always told her that if that situation should change, if she found someone, he’d end their agreement amicably. Steve never had to worry that she could hurt his position because he never told her about his business. He had no reason to.

He’d told her about his forthcoming nuptials from the beginning.

K: I could make us dinner tonight.

The text was sent ten minutes before.

K: I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks.

The last time was a week before he’d moved his fiancee into his house.

Blowing out an exhale, Steve resolved to meet with Kat one last time. To end things. He’d already had Bruce put together a nice severance for her. It would be enough for her to live comfortably for the next six months.

It was all he wanted out of one last meeting with Kat.

Steve typed out a simple response.

S: I’ll be around at 6. Does that work for you?

He didn’t plan to be there long. Aside from the deal Bruce had put together on his behalf, he’d be sincere in his thanks. Steve had been demanding in bed at times over the last couple of years and she’d accommodated him, always.

Steve smirked as he stared out the window overlooking the city.

Kat had never known that most of their time together Steve had pictured another woman’s face.

And now that woman was under his roof, set to marry him in less than a week’s time. She’d been the star of his erotic dreams in the dark of so many nights. It was all he could do to wait for the wedding. She was so close now…

As he waited for Sam to come around for their lunch, his phone hummed again in his hand. Steve expected an answer from Kat.

What he didn’t expect was a call from one of his men.

“Yes?”

“Hey, I’m sorry to disturb you,” Neal said calmly. Steve had assigned him to the hospital, to manage a group of his men there to protect Clint.

The greeting was intended to let Steve know he’d want to be alone for the conversation. Fortunately, he was.

“Speak.” What was this?

“Your sister just arrived here at the hospital,” he explained.

Blowing out a frustrated exhale, Steve shook his head. Natasha knew better than this. If Bruce found out…

“There’s more,” Neal went on. “Your fiancée is with her.”

“What?” Steve couldn’t have heard that right.

“Natasha brought her in to the ER,” Neal explained slowly. “She’s fine. They’re running tests but I don’t think they’re going to find anything.”

Steve was livid. That Nat came up with a reason to try to see Clint at the hospital? He was not surprised.

That she’d involved his girl in her charade? Endangered her right now when things were balanced on the edge of a knife?

Did his sister have any fucking clue how many things could go wrong right now? The damage she could have caused?

“What would you like us to do?” Neal’s voice was steady.

Steve forced himself to focus. Pissed as he was, he needed to make solid decisions.

“Double our numbers down there,” he said. Barnes would be watching for such an opportunity. “Stay on both of them, but don’t make them aware of your presence.”

“I understand.” Steve could hear the background noise of the hospital while Neal paused. “Your sister?”

“Don’t alert my brother-in-law,” Steve instructed him. Nat was damn lucky it was Neal. His man was good at keeping his mouth shut. “Get her back home as quietly as you can.”

“Understood… And your fiancée?”

“I’m on my way,” Steve told him. “Make sure nothing happens to her until I get there.”

“I swear it,” Neal told him.

With all his plans for the day upended, and he was still looking for answers on the hit on Clint, Steve stormed out of his office. He asked his secretary to call Sam and offer his excuses for canceling their lunch date last minute.

Steve would deal with his sister’s latest stupid stunt. And then? He’d deal with his fiancée.

He’d told her this morning that he didn’t want her even walking around the grounds of their home. What part of that was in any way unclear?

It was as good a time as any to start educating his young bride. If she was lucky? She’d be sitting comfortably again by their wedding.

#His Inheritance #Somebody's in trouble

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3245 Warnings: fluff

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: A huge thank you to my wonderful beta Sam @buckyofthemyscira​​ Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 10 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

It was cold. No, that was a massive understatement. It was freezing. It was the type of weather that caused a chill to settle in your bones before you had even stepped outside, and you definitely did not want to be outside. Not when the mere action of standing outside for more than one second caused your face to burn from the frigid winds.

You forgo style, bundling up in the thickest jacket you have with gloves, scarves and a hat. You were sweating under all your layers but it was better than freezing. Thankfully the wine bar you were meeting Wanda at was only a few more frozen steps away.

It’s warm in the small restaurant, packed with people looking to escape the cold just as you were. Wanda waves at you from a table and you questioned how she was even seated before you had shown up, considering the crowd this seemed like the type of place that wants your whole party available before seating.

“The owner is Sokovian,” she smiled, shrugging her shoulders proudly. “And we’re going to order the paprikash.”

There was no arguing with Wanda, though you did choose the other menu item you would be sharing. You liked tapas and sharing so you could have a bit of everything but what you wanted the most right now was some wine.

Time seemed to move by so slowly at the hospital today and you really couldn’t wait to get out. It was Saturday night but only you and Wanda were available to hang out and you didn’t mind that at all, in fact you really wanted to speak with her.

“So I wanted to talk to you…” You took a dramatic pause, taking a sip of wine for courage. “...about Bucky.”

Wanda’s eyes widened with intrigue as she leaned closer, a smile spreading across her face as she was ready to listen.

“That kiss on New Year’s was…”

Her hands shook with glee. “Oh my god I knew it!”

Your face scrunched with confusion. “What do you know?”

“You and Bucky! I knew this would happen. I called it and ahh I’m so excited.”

“Slow down there,” you chuckled, motioning your hands for her to settle down. “Wan, what I’m trying to say is that kiss was incredible.”

“Aaaannnnd?” Her mouth hung open wide with a smile.

“Wanda, this isn’t about Bucky!” Her expression dropped into a frown, she pouted as she took a large sip of wine. “Kissing him was amazing, seriously, he’s a fantastic kisser but kissing him made me realize how much I miss being kissed.”

When you first began college you were casually dating someone, wanting to enjoy life as a young student in New York. Then your world turned upside down. Working full time and going to school left you without a lot of free time and putting yourself out there to meet new people seemed more intimidating the longer you put it off. It was easy to just convince yourself that you didn’t have the time to devote to a relationship and everything was fine up until recently.

Wanda was right in a way, Bucky had a big impact on your life. Your friendship with him led to the larger friend group and soon you began to see things for how they looked on the surface. Everyone was in a relationship except you and Bucky, and you knew his opinions on dating.

Bucky’s kiss sparked so much inside you and ever since you’ve been trying to reconcile the feelings that you can’t let go of, longing and loneliness. Bittersweet thoughts plague your mind as you think about how much of a gentleman Steve is, placing his jacket over Peggy’s shoulders when she was cold, or how Sam knows just the way to get Wanda to burst out with joyful laughter; or Natasha and Clint and how they know each other so well as best friend’s do, their hearts filled to the brim with love.

You wanted all of that but truthfully you would settle for a fraction of affection. Maybe it was time to finally download some apps, go out a bit more and meet someone. It was a scary thought, too scary for the moment, but thankfully the wine helped distract you.

By your second glass you felt nice and cozy with warmth spreading across your cheeks. You eyed the last crostini, staring back at Wanda with a big hopeful expression because it was so delicious. She waved an approval, laughing as you cheered under your breath before grabbing it and taking a bite.

“So you’re going for it?” she asked, nodding to your phone on the table and the visible Tinder logo.

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your napkin first you answered, “Yes? I don’t know. I want to be but...”

Wanda grabbed your phone and tapped on the screen, much to your horror. “Look, there’s no harm in downloading the app, okay? That’s step one, easy. I won’t force you to sign up but you really should.”

“I’m scared Wan. What if no one likes me? What if I don’t have anything to say to someone and can’t hold a conversation? They’ll think I’m as boring as burnt toast and it’s gonna make me shut out the world forever.”

The wine comforted you again as you finished the glass, setting it down on the table and finding Wanda’s sympathetic eyes staring back at you.

“Y/N, you are not boring. You’re developing an organization with Tony freakin’ Stark! You’re a hardworking, kick ass social worker who saves lives– ”

“Wanda I– ”

“Don’t interrupt me while I’m hyping my best friend!” She said firmly while pointing her finger in your face. “You’re the glue to our whole group of friends. You’re an amazing, talented, beautiful, kind person and anyone that doesn’t see that isn't worth your time.”

Your lips had slowly pulled into a smile the more she went on. Leave it to Wanda to always have your back and know just what to say.

“Love you Wan, thank you. Okay, I’m gonna maybe try and make a profile by the end of this weekend…. Or next weekend.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “In the meanwhile you could always knock on Bucky’s door if you really wanted to.” Her brows rose mischievously.

“If I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I would absolutely make out with Bucky every second of every free moment I had. Wanda, I swear you have no idea what those lips can do.”

Talking about Bucky suddenly made you feel a lot warmer and Wanda didn’t miss the large lump you swallowed as you took a drink. She smirked, holding back a comment she could have made. Instead the check arrived, saving you from any further embarrassment.

That night you stared at the app on your phone, contemplating whether you should make a profile or not. Craning your neck around you looked at the wall you shared with Bucky.

You hadn’t seen him much since the kiss on New Year’s, and your anxiety made you wonder if you had already ruined things. It was a silly thought. You shared a kiss, nothing more and as you are well aware, Bucky does not grow emotional attachments like that.

Opening your phone to your messages, you wrote a quick hello but then realizing it was a Saturday night you deleted your text without sending. There was no noise coming from next door meaning he was probably out, and the idea of interrupting him if he was with someone (which was a big possibility) made you feel really uncomfortable.

Tomorrow would be a new day, you can text him then when he’s alone.

You woke up with ambitions to be productive but the steady fall of snow that began to cover the city made you change your mind. Today was not a day to do anything despite needing to. You bundled yourself up in your comforter and made breakfast, carefully setting the bowl of cereal down on the coffee table as you tucked your feet into your blanket burrito.

Scrolling through Instagram you saw Bucky had posted a story from early in the morning, a black and white video of the snow coming down which reminded you to message him. You replied to his post, asking what he was doing up so early, then sending a secondary message realizing he might not have been up early but still awake.

Then your nerves got the best of you, thinking if that was in fact the case then you were probably disturbing him with all the messages you were sending now. You sent a final text, apologizing for bothering him, which probably made it all worse.

You shook your head, tossing your phone beside you as scrolled aimlessly to find something good to watch so you could distract yourself. Thirty minutes into a movie you heard a knock at your door.

Still bundled up, you shuffled towards your door, looking through the door and were surprised to see Bucky standing there.

“Hey,” you said, smiling as you opened the door.

He was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and light grey sweatpants. His hair was loose and looking a little bit wild, as if he had only combed it through with his fingers.

“Are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. What’s goin’ on?”

Bucky looked relieved, dragging a few fingers down his temple. “I messaged you back and I don’t know… you didn’t respond so I thought… well I don’t know what I thought but I’m glad you’re alright.”

A soft smile pulled at his lips as he stared back at you which set your mind at ease. “Did I wake you earlier?”

“Nah, I was up. Couldn’t really sleep last night.”

“That sucks. I kinda wanted to sleep all day since it’s so gross outside but I know it’ll mess me up for tomorrow so I’m just being a potato.”

Bucky chuckled, giving your “outfit” a once over as he seemed to approve. “So, what do potatoes do?”

“Well this potato is finally watching Back to the Future.”

Bucky blinked rapidly, his mouth falling open with bewilderment as he stared at you. “What do you mean finally? You’ve never seen Back to the Future?” he asked, with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

“I mean…” you looked everywhere but at Bucky, pressing your lips together as you tried to break the news to him gently, “I’ve seen clips here and there and I know things about it… Doc Brown, the DeLorean, flux capacitor...”

Every word broke Bucky’s heart. “You’ve never seen Back to the Future?” he repeated.

“Wrong, I’ve seen about thirty minutes of Back to the Future.” You laughed as Bucky threw his hands up in shock. “Do you want to watch it with me?”

Bucky gladly accepted your invitation, locking up his place before he went into yours.

He muttered under his breath, still in disbelief that you haven’t seen this movie as he made himself comfortable on your couch. “The score! Do you know about the score and how amazing it is?!”

“I can’t wait for you to tell me,” you winked, anticipating an earful of musical knowledge. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nah, I’m good.” A chill ran down his spine that he tried to shrug off. “Maybe a blanket? Oh wait.”

He turned around to pull the fuzzy blanket over himself but it definitely wasn’t thick or large enough to keep him warm in this weather. The only real blanket you had was currently wrapped around your body so you wanted to share.

You took it off your shoulders and sat beside Bucky, removing the fuzzy blanket so you could drape your own across both of you. Then you placed the fuzzy blanket on top of that to add an extra layer of warmth.

You smiled looking at Bucky as you asked if he was ready to watch the movie though your eyes drifted to those lips of his, perfectly pink and so much softer than you imagined. The memory of your kiss makes your heart stutter and it takes a moment for you to realize you need to press play and not think about kissing him.

It doesn’t help that you’ve shuffled closer to each other. It’s for warmth, nothing more. Bucky tried his best not to distract you from watching but he was squirming in his seat, itching to talk about the music.

“See how the score begins softly? You hardly notice the drums. Then everything gets stronger, the drums, the horns, and as Doc spots the car coming down the empty street the score amps up even more signaling the danger. It’s fantastic!”

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. Somehow Bucky’s passion for his work had stunned you into silence and all you could do was nod, smiling so genuinely your cheeks began to hurt as you listened to him. Bucky may not realize the way he glows when he talks about music but you see it, he’s shimmering brighter than snow in sunlight.

It was nice to spend a lazy Sunday with Bucky, two potatoes that continued to watch movies and order in food when you were hungry. Plans with everyone for the following weekend were brought up but not once did he mention the New Year’s party. Not that you expected him to. It was nice not having the kiss awkwardly hang over your friendship.

“Blanket warm. I don’t want to leave,” he whined before getting up.

You walked him to the door, stealing a quick look at the way the sweatpants hugged his ass. Clearing your throat in an awkward cough you wished him goodnight, “I’ll try not to sit on my phone the next time you text me.”

Bucky leaned in to hug you goodbye but his lips made a detour, feeling them press against the soft skin of your cheek.

“G-goodnight Y/N.”

You stood in your doorway, waiting to let the breath out that you hadn’t realized you were holding in until after he closed his door. It’s nothing, just a friendly kiss on the cheek, nothing more than that.

“Hi Mr. Napoli.” You smiled as you approached the older man in his hospital bed. “I spoke with your son and he said he’s on his way.”

You had to repeat yourself louder a few times for him to understand but he gave you a gummy smile when he finally did. He had come into the hospital late last night after falling in his apartment and breaking his hip. Living alone had apparently become more difficult over the last few months so you’ve prepared options to discuss with his family when they arrive.

As Mr. Napoli continued to speak with you, your ears perked up at a loud conversation. Looking up for a moment you caught the gaze of a man staring at you as he stood over the bed of another man. He was tall and slim, dressed nicely in a suit under a wool peacoat. His hair was dark and slicked back though it was cropped short on the sides, with stubble peppering his face and neck.

He smiled, nodding as if to convey an apology for the noise he and his friend made. You felt your cheeks pulling the corner of your lips slightly but focused your attention back to Mr. Napoli.

“Miss, can I have more water?”

“Of course, let me ask,” you replied.

Scanning the area you checked for any nurses that might be around. Unable to find any that weren’t in the middle of something, you told Mr. Napoli you’d be right back with it. The ER kept the refreshments for the patients in a locked room so you walked towards the nurses’ desk in hopes someone there could help you.

“Thanks Stacie.” You smiled back as she needed to call the doctor to make sure this wouldn’t interfere with Mr. Napoli’s pre-surgical prep.

As you turned to step away from the desk you nearly walked into a body. Gasping, it took you a moment to realize it was the man from before.

“Sorry about that,” he said, chuckling lightly. “I wanted to apologize about before. Hope my buddy and I weren’t interrupting your work.” His tone was soft with a heavy New York accent.

“That’s alright, you didn’t,” you said, studying his features up close. His eyes were much darker than you realized, like deep chasms that were full of mystery. Pale pink lips pulled into a smile as he extended his hand towards you.

“I’m Billy.”

You shook his hand, able to tell right away that he was the type of guy that takes pride in taking care of himself. His hand was lotion soft, not a strand of hair was out of place and his skin looked so flawless you were a little jealous.

His gaze fell to your ID badge. “So, Y/N. How long have you been in social work?”

“So eager getting to know me, Billy?”

Billy shut his eyes as a smile crept across his face. “I can’t help it, I’m very observant.”

Your lips pulled into a smirk as you stared at him skeptically until Stacie called your name. She told you to wait a moment as she got the okay to give Mr. Napoli some water. Turning back to Billy you noticed his stance was taller and stiff.

He raised his hand to salute. “Former Lieutenant William Russo, US Marine Corps.”

“I get it now. You’re not just a creep that reads people’s name tags.” Your smirk gave way to a tiny smile and Billy relaxed.

Through a laugh he replied, “I try not to be.”

His smile was pretty, making his whole face light up, those eyes sparkling like onyx gems. Your attention was turned away for a moment as Stacie handed you a plastic pink pitcher full of water.

“Well, I have to get this drink back to my patient. It was nice to meet you.”

As you began to walk away you heard Billy’s footsteps rapidly catching up behind you.

“Wait, Y/N.” You turned to find him digging out something from his pocket. “Maybe I could take you out for a drink one day?”

He handed you a sleek black card which you put in your pocket. “Goodbye Mr. Russo,” you said, giving him a tiny salute that made him smile again.

Later that evening as you were getting your coat on in preparation to leave you felt something digging in your hip. You remembered Billy’s card from earlier, pulling it out now to finally read it.

The card was as dark as his eyes and in bold white text was the name of the company, ANVIL. Beneath it was his name and title, CEO. No wonder he dressed so well. His number was staring back at you.

You thought back to your conversation with Wanda, maybe you should go for this. You were still too scared to make a profile on Tinder, worried about what strangers might think of you but after meeting a gorgeous man that actually wants to take you out it gave you some renewed confidence.

Not wanting to seem too eager (or desperate) you waited two days before texting Billy. A day of back and forth texting led to plans to go out. Your heart raced with anxiety; maybe you weren’t ready after all.

PART 12

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes series

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New Chapter: Empire of Miracles

Link: Chapter 9

Previous: Chapter 8

First: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: I decided last-minute to cut about 1/4 of this chapter down, so hopefully it’s not too short now. Next one will be longer, I promise! And as usual, I hope everyone enjoys!! And of course, hope everyone is still staying safe and healthy out there as well. Sending love to everyone ❤️❤️

Preview: There was another beat of silence while Steve thought. This time, he was wringing his hands, which Natasha had noticed both he and Barnes tended to do when they already knew what they wanted to say, but were worried how it would be received. “That also sounds like Bucky,” he said slowly, as if testing her reaction to each word. “Like a reaction to the shock therapy they put him through.”

Natasha could see how he would think that. Try as she might not to, she recognized how well that fit. The skittishness around Natasha’s electrically-charged weapons. Hell, now that Natasha was really thinking back on it…

“That would explain the confusion, too,” she mused out loud. Then, before Steve could ask, she explained, “There was a moment where Barnes confronted her, and she got cross with him. But she said something along the lines of him being the one to take me away from the Red Room.”

“Didn’t he, though?” Steve asked curiously. “You two did go against them when you…had that night—” 

“Right, yeah, I know,” Natasha cut in, knowing it made him uncomfortable to even think about the fact that she had been with his best friend years and years ago, even though it had been before any of them truly knew each other. Usually, none of them spoke on it at all ever since she and Steve fought about it when he found out last year. “But I let that happen because I didn’t want to leave. It was just to distract him, so I could get out of trouble with our handlers for messing up the rest of the mission. I had never actually considered leaving until Barton showed up.” 

“So, she’s missing the time in between Bucky and Barton? Could something have happened in those years that you didn’t know about?”

“I suppose anything could have,” Natasha remarked dourly. Her frustration wasn’t with Steve, of course, but rather with herself for being so selfish in the past. For leaving without even thinking of how she would be letting Yelena (and probably every other Red Room student at the time) suffer from the organization’s loss of her. 

Despite being lost in her thoughts, Natasha was still aware of the way Steve was watching her. His expression was still downturn in sympathy, and his hands were still fidgeting in apprehension. However, when he spoke, there was a sudden hardness to his tone this time. The first traces of anger. “Did they ever do that to you? The shock therapy they put Bucky and Wanda through?”

“No,” Natasha was quick to assure, stroking his arm down to his hand so that she could hold it in extra reassurance. “No, that was more of Hydra’s style.”

She wisely let her response end there, not wanting to get too far into the ways the Red Room kept her under their thumb. The more drawn-out torture of mental manipulation, and being brainwashed to believe their ways were the only way. That orphaned girls like her had no other purpose in life but to serve their country from its underbelly. 

“I think that’s why it doesn’t feel right to me,” Natasha explained instead. “To think the Red Room was the one that did something to her. Well, that and the fact that they disbanded after I left. If it was that easy to discontinue the project without me, then what else were they keeping her around for?”

“Then maybe it wasn’t them. Maybe she got caught up in some sort of splinter group later, like the sorts we’ve been seeing from Hydra ever since that fell apart.”

“Maybe,” Natasha conceded. Internally, she was begging whatever forces that controlled fate to keep that from being true. “That’s just what we need on top of hunting down Hydra loyalists, I guess.”

Steve smirked a little at her dry tone. He slipped his hand free of her hold to wrap around her shoulders, bringing her close enough to steal a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll figure it out, Nat. And whatever happens, we’ll get through it.”

It wasn’t them that Natasha was worried about. It was Yelena, and this newfound sense of guilt. That sense that she should have never left Yelena behind. It had haunted her before, deep down, but now that she had actually seen Yelena again, and had suspicions that someone else continued using her even when the Red Room was gone, that remorse was all the more visceral. Before, Natasha could have easily shoved it down—maybe even convinced herself there was no point in going after Yelena when she still didn’t know if perhaps the other spy had gotten herself killed working for someone else—but now, she wasn’t nearly as self-important. Now, her feelings felt like a physical burden on her chest, bearing down on her with all the weight of what she’d learned about being a real family from her time as an Avenger. From what she’d seen in Clint, and Steve, and Wanda as they continuously refused to give up on people like her and Barnes. 

Steve was right. She couldn’t leave Yelena behind any more than he had been able to leave behind Bucky when he’d resurfaced from their past. 

She had to go back for her.

#WinterWitch #ScarletSoldier #Bucky x Wanda #secondary Steve x Natasha #Bucky Barnes #Wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Steve Rogers #Yelena Belova #my stories #DUFE series

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Guest Room

A/N: This is my very first fanfic and I really don't know what possessed me to write it. I was listening to this song https://open.spotify.com/track/4RzHA75rhs3mXnoI4aJSMt?si=sSeaV0zAQgGuteRzEOiZJw and the idea just wouldn’t leave me alone and well... desperate times, desperate measures. Taking things into my own hands and all that jazz. I highly recommend giving the song a listen while reading. I hurt my own feelings writing this. I wrote this from a female perspective but it can be read as gender neutral.  (image not mine)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Slight Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Stucky 

Warnings:18+, Angst, NSFW-ish, Alcohol Consumption, Swearing, Unedited

Word Count: 3680

A sharp gasp fills the air as heated skin meets cold tile. Slender fingers curl and uncurl; tugging at your scalp from above. Your name reverently whispered through kiss-swollen lips as if in prayer. Muffled grunts and moans escape from clenched teeth as though afraid that any louder sound might halt your ministrations. Rivulets of water, long-since gone cold, rush down your bodies, pooling where you knelt in worship of the red-headed angel in front of you. Despite the ache in your limbs and your own needs screaming for attention, you remained steadfast in your determination to push Natasha over the edge as many times as you were able. You knew, these private moments of intimacy were the closest you could ever get to keeping the elusive beauty in your arms tethered to you.

It all started with a mission in Bogotá. The two of you had completed the objective but had to wait for extraction overnight in a safehouse with one master room and a smaller guestroom.

“You can go ahead and have the bigger room (y/n/n). Odin knows you did most of the heavy lifting this time around,” she said with a chuckle as she stepped into the guest room.

“There’s a big enough bed, you could always join me Romanoff,” you joked with a wink.

Later that night you were unwinding in bed when you heard a knock on your door.

“Coming!” You yelled, pulling the door open.

“Need someth-” your eyes widened as you felt soft lips meld against your own.

She pulled away.

“What are you doing?” You asked, bewildered.

“Taking you up on your offer,” she pushes you towards the bed with a cheeky grin.

That was 6 months ago. Since then, you felt a subtle shift in your relationship with Natasha. Whilst around the others her interactions with you drifted towards a platonic aloofness that, while not cold, alluded to nothing of the times you found yourself unceremoniously shoved into a supply closet or pressed into a locked conference room door; always faced with an eager red-head ready to pick up where you last left off. Each time, your hidden trysts end just as quickly as they begin with Natasha immediately straightening her appearance and slipping out the door as soon as she made sure the coast was clear. Each time, you felt your heart crack a little more as you felt the phantom weight of her lithe body in your arms as you stood alone watching her quick movements.

Now you find yourself kneeling on the floor of the assassin’s shower after she dragged you in following a heavy morning training session. Your hands grip the back of toned thighs as the burning in Natasha’s core reaches its crescendo.

Through the open door leading into her bedroom, you hear F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice ring out, “Mr. Stark is requesting your presence to go over tonight’s details in 30 minutes, Ms. Romanoff.”

Breathless, chest heaving, she responds, “I’ll be there.”

Rising from the floor, your arms circle around her to reach for the removable showerhead while steadily supporting the still shuddering woman. You gently maneuver the water to rinse away the last of the soap and lingering fluids from both your bodies. It was only in these quiet moments after a rendezvous in a more private setting that Natasha allowed you to indulge in your more tender proclivities without protest as she settles down from her high. You shut the water off before swiftly stepping out and wrapping a towel around your body. You grab a secondary towel and take more care in drying off Natasha’s body, pressing into her skin ensuring you gently knead her sore muscles with firm hands as you go. Once satisfied, you wrap her body snugly, bring your arms around her back and beneath her legs and carry her into her room, lightly setting her on the edge of her bed before moving to her closet. Turning your head slightly to ask what she’d like to wear, you think you see a flicker of something soft in her eyes, but, just as quickly, it’s gone only to be replaced by a teasing smirk as her eyes trail up and down your towel-clad form.

“Keep treating me like this and I might just have to make you mine,” she husks out.

“I wish you would…,” you mumble under your breath. But the assassin catches it and lets out a sigh. She stands and smoothly pads closer to you laying a hand on your shoulder.

“You know I can’t.”

“I really don’t.”

She steps away from you. Her hand drops to her side as she moves to rummage in her closet. You move to grab your own day clothes from your discarded gym bag. Dropping the towel to pull on a matching set of black lace undergarments, she turns to you. And fuck, it’s not fair of her to stand there underdressed as she is when you want to have a serious conversation with her.

“This?” her finger points between you and her, “is just casual sex. We’re scratching an itch and it can’t be more than that.”

“But why not?” you ask as your pull on your shirt.

“Why are you so afraid to give us a try?”

She slams her drawer shut. “I’m not afraid of anything!” she growls.

“You? Me? We’re nothing. There is nothing to try. You’re a good fuck (y/l/n) but that’s all this can be. If you’re not satisfied with that then tough shit, I’m sorry.”

Jaw clenched; you look her in the eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” you grit out.

You grip your bag tightly and exit the room without looking back. Carelessly, you toss your bag into your room down the hall without breaking your stride. Pausing at the end of the hallway, “Shit,” you exhale under your breath, running a hand down your face.

You make your way into the common room only to find Steve and Bucky staring at the large flat screen in confusion, a cartoon depiction of a sea sponge competing with a starfish, seemingly attempting to win the affections of his grandmother? Or was that an anthropomorphic cookie? With a heavy sigh you plop yourself down on the couch between them, kicking your legs up onto Steve’s lap and laying your head in Bucky’s. Cool metal fingertips softly run along your temples in a soothing massage as both men turn to you in mildly concerned curiosity.

Upon release from Shuri’s custody, Bucky found himself immediately accosted by you and your self-appointment as the one in charge of his rehabilitation into polite society. Refusing to leave his side outside of mandatory missions, Steve, by default, wound up lumped into your “educational excursions” and “lessons in everything a modern person of refined taste-no-fuck-you-Tony-your-opinion-doesn’t-count-you-raised-yourself-on-a-steady-diet-of-debauchery-and-sin would enjoy”. The prolonged exposure to your generally sunny disposition led to both men silently agreeing to adopt you under their wing; and so, your Brooklyn Boys became fiercely protective over you, often drawing comparisons of co-parenting mother hens hovering over their tiny chick from your amused teammates.

“Why the sigh, malen’kiy d’yavol?” grunts Bucky.

You stare blankly at the ceiling as Steve gently rubs circles around your ankle with his thumb. Turning your head to bury your face into the ex-soldier’s warm stomach, a muffled “Am I unlovable?” leaves your mouth in a broken whisper.

Your quiet words are picked up by their enhanced hearing and they share quick perturbed glances. Bucky moves his arm under you, pulling you into his lap, drawing you close, ensuring your head is tucked securely into his neck just below his chin. Steve moves with him so he can maintain a comforting hold on your legs over his.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you doll. If anyone is worthy of love it’s you,” Steve tells you with confidence.

“I’m gonna kill Romanoff,” you hear Bucky grumble under his breath to Steve, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

Your fingers clench around the pocket of Bucky’s sweater. Your boys knew. Of course they did. You couldn’t hide your affection for the Black Widow from them if you tried. While the others might be able to write off your attention to the stunning Venus as simple admiration for a fellow teammate, they knew just how deeply your true feelings ran.

“Then why doesn’t she want me?” Tears gather at the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall.

Steve exhales slowly and looks back to the screen in front of him.

“No one really knows what’s going on in that head of hers, but your happiness is our priority right now. You deserve the world and if she can’t see that then that’s her loss,” he nudges his boyfriend.

Arms tightening around you, Bucky nods his head in agreement.

“The old man is right. How about the three of us go take your mind off things?” Slowly standing, he pulls you up to your feet.

“You can help me find Steve an outfit for tonight. I’m sure with a little convincing, we can get the Star-spangled Man with a Plan to wear a patriotic tie the whole night.” He winks at you as you let out a small snort.

“Go ahead. Laugh it up. One of these days you’re going to need to know something about war bonds and we’ll see who’s laughing then,” he retorts with a roll of his eyes.

xxxx

Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you adjusted the sleeveless button-up with detached cuffs, leaving enough buttons undone to reveal a plunging neckline, before tucking it into your high-waisted form-fitting black pants. In a bid to pull yourself out of your funk, you decided to go all out for tonight’s festivities. You slip on a pair of black shoes, give your outfit one final check, nodding to yourself, and make your way out the door.

Tonight, Tony saw fit to throw a good luck party for your first long-term recon mission with you leading your own team before you left the next morning. As you made your way to the large gathering you steeled yourself for the impending emotions that would inevitably hit you as soon as you saw the face that had been plaguing your dreams nearly every night since that fateful mission.

“Eyes up, (y/l/n). You’re made of stronger stuff than this. If she doesn’t want you then don’t waste your time. You’re worth more than this,” you say to yourself as you stride towards the double doors.

You straighten your shoulders, draw yourself up to your full height, and confidently step into the gathering.

“There she is! The hero of the hour! Give it up for our very own (y/hero/n).” Tony struts towards you; your favorite drink already outstretched in his hand.

He claps you in the back and slings an arm over your shoulders leading you towards the crowd as you hear cheers from the party goers in attendance.

“Soak it up buttercup. All this is for you. Feels good doesn’t it?”

Your eyes drift to the side where you see Natasha in a black cocktail dress flirting with another attendee, her eyes glance at you before turning her attention back to her companion. You swallow the sharp sting of pain threatening to rise and mentally give yourself a shake.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time Tony, let’s party!” you exclaim with more enthusiasm than you can bring yourself to feel.

He gives you his biggest grin, “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

He steers you through the crowd, you both pause to greet various members of the party as you recognize your friends and coworkers before leading you to Steve and Bucky who are seated on a pair of loungers across from Wanda and Rhodey.

“Hey Mama Bear, Papa Bear, here’s little Baby Bear. Make sure you keep an eye on them. I saw more than a few vultures in the crowd who looked ready to steal them away at a moment’s notice.” He sauntered away with a wink.

“Looking good dollface,” Steve grins at you.

Bucky and Rhodey are quick to agree. Across the way you see Wanda raking her eyes up and down your body with hooded lids. Making eye contact, you wink, she blushes at being caught before sending you a shy smile.

As the night goes on and drinks are consumed, you continue to laugh with your friends. You’ve moved to the opposite couch next to Wanda as Rhodey takes up the space in the middle of your group to reenact the night Tony, black out drunk, stumbled into the RA’s room instead of their shared dorm back in college.

Unable to hold yourselves up from laughing so hard, you and Wanda lean into each other for support.

Suddenly the main light dim and colorful strobe lights fill the room. You feel a heavy bass begin the thump through your chest and a drunken Wanda yells, “I LOVE THIS SONG!” She leans into your side and whispers “come dance with me,” into your ear.

Grinning widely, you nod your head and let yourself be pulled up and led to the dance floor amid cheers and wolf whistles from your friends. Immediately spinning around, Wanda presses her backside against your front, slowly dragging her hands up and into your hair. You lean forward, your hands finding a comfortable grip on her hips, pulling her closer, guiding her movements.

Across the room, Natasha watches you grind together, her jaw clenches. She throws back another shot. Behind the bar, Clint shifts his eyes from her angry form to you.

“You know, if you really like them that much you might want to head over there and stake your claim.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tasha. I’d like to think I know you better than most.”

She gives him a quirk of an eyebrow and her best side-eye.

“Okay so I may have been crawling through the vents when I saw you all but crawling up their body like it’s a ladder in Conference Room A,” he huffs out with a roll of his eyes.

She stiffens.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I think it does. Now, I don’t know why you’re trying to pretend like I don’t catch you staring at them whenever you think no one else is looking. But are you going to go over there and get what’s yours or are you just going to sit here and watch them fall into the arms of someone else?”

“They’re not my anything,” she mumbles into her glass, “They’re a big kid. They can decide to screw whoever They want.”

Clint shakes his head but says nothing more. They both watch as Wanda turns in your arms, wrapping her own around your neck, slotting her leg between yours, drawing even closer. Growing bold, she begins to press kisses along your neck leading up to your ear. You tilt your head back giving her further access as you continue to move to the rhythm.

“You know, she’s assigned to go on that mission with (y/n). With an undetermined timeline, who knows how long she’ll have to make (y/n) her-”

With a loud clink, Natasha throws back her last shot and slams it down on the countertop. Without giving Clint a chance to finish his sentence, Natasha finds herself pushing through the crowd towards you and Wanda. She’s a woman on a mission as she wraps her hand around your arm pulling you from Wanda’s grasp and without looking back, she drags you towards her room. She ignores your protests as she kicks her door open before pushing you against the wall and pressing her lips to yours in a heated kiss.

Stunned, your lips move against hers before your alcohol addled brain catches up to what’s happening. Your hands find her shoulders as you gently push her away and make space between the two of you. Confusion clouds your features as she hungrily stares at you while hastily slipping down the straps of her dress.

“Nat? What the fuck?”

“Shut up,” she growls, before attacking your lips again.

“No,” comes out of your mouth in a muffled groan. You push her away harder this time.

“What the hell are you doing?” You stare at her incredulously.

“I’m trying to have a little fun before you take off. What? Are you waiting for a formal invitation?”

You scoff in disbelief. “No. No no no. I’m not doing this with you Natasha.”

“Doing what?” She stares at you with furrowed brows.

“This! This fucked up charade of you claiming you don’t have any feelings for me!”

“I don’t! We’re just friends who like to have a little fun sometimes, (y/n/n).”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I’m stupid or are you just blind?! Friends don’t look at each other the way I look at you! Friends don’t get jealous when they see their “friend” with someone else then proceed to drag them away to stake their claim!” You’re beyond angry. Sick of feeling like a yoyo constantly tugged up and down and thrown away in boredom.

“Well what do you want me to say?”

“TELL ME I MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU! TELL ME THAT EVERY MINUTE I SPEND PRAYING TO ANYONE WHO’LL HEAR ME FOR EVEN AN IOTA OF YOUR AFFECTION ISN’T A WASTE OF BREATH!” Tears are streaming down your face. You bite back a sob as you draw your arms around yourself in a protective hold.

“Tell me you feel the same way I do,” you whisper as your voice cracks.

Tears in her own eyes, “I can’t,” Natasha exhales without making eye contact.

Slowly, you nod.

“Okay.”

Your eyes trace over her face one last time.

You turn and as she hears your footsteps head towards the door, her head snaps up.

“Where are you going?” She rushes out with hesitation coating her voice.

“I’m leaving.”

She reaches out a hand, but you step away.

Undeterred, “No, stay we can still talk things out as friends.” She implores.

Coldly, you make eye contact.

“You made it perfectly clear this morning, Natasha. We’re nothing.”

She chokes on a whimper.

With a stiff nod you exit her room and with a slam of her door, you’re gone.

       Unbeknownst to you, Natasha drops to her knees.

xxxx

You head down the hall angrily wiping the tears away from your eyes. You refuse to spare any more of your heart for someone who clearly couldn’t care less whether or not it breaks.

Trying to hold on to Natasha feels like attempting to cup smoke in your bare hands. A fruitless endeavor. You were never one to bet on a losing game.

You swing your door open only to be met with Steve and Bucky grinning and ready to help you pack for your mission and rib on you about your impending time with Wanda.

Their smiles immediately drop when they take in your tear-stained face. Both men rush to your side and draw you into their arms, holding you between them. Your boys could feel their hearts shatter as they listened to your broken stops. If the sound of your cries could hurt them this much, they couldn’t fathom how you yourself were feeling.

“We’re here, Kroshka, what do you need?”

You whimpered and buried yourself further into their hold.

“That’s enough,” you sniffled.

After a moment, you pulled away drawing yourself together.

“I’m done with her,” you state.

They both nod.

“When you’re back, we’ll make sure you never have to be alone with her again,” Steve asserts with a nod of finality.

You send them both a grateful look as they begin to help you gather everything you’ll need to last at least 2 months.

xxxx

It’s early morning when Clint finds Natasha in the gym Sweat drips down from her hairline as she takes out every emotion she refuses to acknowledge on the innocent training dummy.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in the hangar sending off your new boo with a kiss?”

“Not my anything,” she grunts, punctuated with a roundhouse kick to the dummy’s jugular.

“You literally pulled a scene from a rom-com out of your ass, dragging (y/l/n) away from their own party AND your rival in love, and they’re STILL not yours?” He levels her with his most disapproving, disappointed dad stare.

“Fuck off Clint, I’m not in the mood.”

“Well a little birdy told me that Wanda is extra excited for this chance to ask (y/n) on a proper date after they’re back”

“Not my problem. If they want to open their legs to the first person that offers, let them.”

“Wow. Harsh. What happened?”

She delivered a sharp jab to the dummy’s solar plexus.

“They said we’re nothing.”

“That couldn’t have come from nowhere.”

She pauses her movements and looks away.

“I told them we’re nothing.”

“Nat…”

“They deserve better, Clint,” her voice wobbles.

“You deserve happiness too Tasha. You deserve them.” He pulls her into a tight hug.

Her eyes clench shut attempting to keep her tears at bay.

“I fucked up… didn’t I?”

“Yeah… you really did,” he looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

“Quinjet leaves in 5. If you hurry you should still be able to catch them.

She immediately takes off and he watches the door swing shut behind her.

“Go get ‘em, kid. We’re rooting for ya.”

xxxx

Almost running past the hangar doors, Natasha skids to a stop and pushes her way into the room.

She ignores the technicians yelling for her to clear the runway as she breaks into a sprint towards where she hears the sound of supplies being loaded onto a quinjet.

With an energy boost fueled by a fear she never knew she could feel, she speeds around the corner, drawing in a breath ready to scream your name.

Only to come to a stop.

She’s too late.

The jet pushes off the ground for takeoff.

She falls to her knees.

A broken whimper escapes her lips.

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Masterlist of All Things

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(S) - Smut | (A) - Angst | (F) - Fluff

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Ransom Drysdale

Billy Russo

Misc Characters (Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Pietro Maximoff, Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid, Charles Blackwood, Sam Winchester, Loki)

OneShots Masterlist (S,A,F)

dark!Reader Collection (S,A,F)

Story Book Collection (S,A,F)

Completed Series under the cut

Nemesis Trilogy (S,A,F) (ongoing)

Mercenary!Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Hell Bent: 7 Princes of Hell (S,A,F) || (ongoing)

Hades!Reader x (Andy Barber, Dean Winchester, Bucky Barnes, Spencer Reid, Ransom Drysdale, Billy Russo, Steve Rogers)

Plot Twist (S,A) || (ongoing)

BAU!Reader x Steve Rogers (primary), BAU!Reader x Spencer Reid (secondary, previous)

To Claim a Queen (S,A) || Coming Soon

King!Steve Rogers x HighPriestess!Reader x Viking!Bucky Barnes

1K Followers Celebration

Make It Badass Challenge (Permanently Open)

The Meat Candy Challenge (until 30June2022)

How to Disable Highlight & Right Click

// - All completed series below the cut - \\

(S) - Smut | (A) - Angst | (F) - Fluff

A Beautiful Darkness (Completed)(S,A)

Summary: Bucky and Steve meet another super soldier with a dark past and an unpredictable vicious nature. Both are drawn inexplicably to the woman who was now temporarily joining their team to help take down an enemy that had once again reared its ugly head.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Super Soldier!Reader x Bucky Barnes

(1) The Wrath of a Goddess

(2) The Strength of a Soldier

(3) The Control of a Captain

(4) The Promise of Return

(5) The Feeling of Belonging (End)

Little Blue Ribbons (Completed)(S,A)

Summary: The countless times you allowed Steve Rogers to break your heart and the one time you said enough was enough.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader 

(1) First Love

(2) Second Chances

(3) Third Wheel

(4) Fourth Commandment

(5) Fifth Amendment

(6) Sixth Sense (End)

(7) Seventh Heaven (Bonus Chapter)

(8) Requested Extended Chapter (After Chapter 6)

Disconnected (Completed) (S,F)

Summary: Faced with a new enemy intent on causing havoc around the world, the Avengers are in need of some help. Tony volunteered a friend he said was perfect with her knowledge of explosives and technology. You were not what they expected.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader

(1) Unexpected Packaging

(2) Special Delivery

(3) Unwrapped

(4) Handle with Care

(5) Signed, Sealed, Delivered (End)

Drabble 1: Learning About Priorities

Drabble 2: Learning to Deal with Jealousy

(S) - Smut | (A) - Angst | (F) - Fluff

There's More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (Completed) (A,F)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman with a Supernatural background from Natasha’s past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural, Marvel, MCU

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Nephilim!Reader, Dean Winchester x Nephilim!Reader (previous)

(1) Hope in Low Supply

(2) Ghost of my Youth

(3) Rewritten

(4) Optimism

(5) So It Begins

(5.5) Uneasy Friendships

(6) Lessons Learned

(7) Guilt, Relief, & Jealousy

(8) Alliances

(9) Road trips and Stab Wounds

(10) Road trips and Name Calling

(11) Uninvited Visitors

(12) A New Lease in Life

(13) Difficult Choices

(14) Divine Purpose

(15) Endgame (End)

Those Linked by Destiny (On Hold) (S,A,F)

[Continues from There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse but can be read by itself.]

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Natasha are on a mission to once again defeat Hydra who this time had opened a time portal that unleashed monsters and beasts that were extinct for centuries for good reason. On the way, they try to recruit the only remaining person who had any knowledge on how to defeat these creatures. Her kind also almost extinct. A Witcher.

Fandoms: Avengers, The Witcher

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Witcher!OFC (Female)

(1) Returning a Favor

(2) Terms of Payment

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A Bid on Bucky

Summary: You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time.

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: this fic is damning evidence that idiots in love is my favorite genre, your honor. i’ve more likely than not used this gif before but idc because im lov it

Tony Stark is a humanitarian— a fact you have neither forgotten, nor will he allow you to forget. 

Oftentimes, he’ll remind you verbally and, other times, a visual reminder will be posted on the team’s social media accounts. The pictures of him at the elephant sanctuary he helped found in Thailand are your personal favorites.

If news of his latest cause is not filling the pages of The Times or showing up on CNN’s special segment of Billionaires Who Care with Christiane Amanpour, it’s being distributed via monthly text reminder of reasons to leave Tony’s special coffee alone— last month you were told, “His donations allowed the doors of Planned Parenthood to remain open in developing nations such as Burkina Faso, and all he asks for in return is that his teammates do not finish his goddamn coffee.” 

Of course, because you all live for him sniffing out your mugs at morning meetings to discover the culprit, his reminders only lead to greater coffee theft as it, in turn, increases the redness in his face when he finds the morally corrupt heathenous criminal— who is usually Clint. 

In true Tony Stark fashion, though, his favorite way to remind you all, and the rest of the world, is through a gala. A gala where champagne flows like water, money is no object, extravagance is to be expected, and, as a member of the team, attendance is mandatory. 

At first, you hated the damn things. It’s not like you’ve ever cared about the private island one guest owns which another guest is so obviously jealous of, or if the deal to buy a chunk of land on the light side of the moon before that hippie Elon Musk usurps it all has successfully closed. 

But now? Now that you’ve learned how to direct the money those snots brag ostentatiously about into causes you truly care for with a couple little sly techniques, you fucking love the things. 

You and Natasha have a game, actually. Whose Shameless and Absolutely Disingenuous Flirting Will Lead to More Money Donated to (Insert Tony’s Latest Cause Here)? 

Natasha is the current titleholder as Smelly Von Oil Tycoon’s wife shooed you away before you could close the million dollar deal and Cowboy Hat McFast Food Franchise would have given up his entire company if Natasha kept batting her eyelashes at him. But in the end, just as every other time the two of you have played, you both felt like winners because the almost obscene amount of money was helping fund housing for Rohingya refugees living in Bangladesh. The competitive edge to it is just for entertainment. 

This time, though, seeing as this event is an auction and you are in no mood to flirt with red-faced old men with paper-thin skin, you have taken to auctioneering with Sam. 

Motioning to a projected photograph of a luxurious Paris hotel room with a view of the Eiffel Tower in your best Vanna White impression, you grin as brightly as you can. “And the last item Sam and I will be auctioning off together is a two-night stay at Plaza Athénée in Paris. First class airfare for two is included, as are two tickets to the Louvre. You’ve been to Paris, haven’t you, Sam?” 

“Why, yes, baby girl, I have,” he replies with a grin as broad as yours, the spotlight and his natural charm causing his deep brown eyes to sparkle like diamonds. You think for a second that you can actually hear Bucky scoffing in the audience. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, but I will say that it is called the City of Love for a reason.” 

“Of course, our unlucky-in-love Sam shared those kisses only with every bit of bread and cheese he came across but you can share it all with someone special.” At that, Sam elbows you gently in the ribs with a fond roll of his eyes. “We’re going to start the bidding at twenty-thousand dollars.”

Immediately, paddles shoot up and Sam begins calling out higher bids and paddle numbers while you lean your hip against the podium and take a long sip of your champagne which has since, unfortunately, gone lukewarm and flat. Your face pinches and you scan the crowd for a wandering waiter. 

Before you can, though, your head tilts just as you spot Bucky, a large button reading “BACHELOR #4” pinned to the lapel of his tux.

He’s laughing. Not openly and loudly like he usually does when the two of you are alone, but his shoulders are shaking and he’s grinning so the skin beside his eyes wrinkles. You think fleetingly that his cheeks might even be dusted in pink as he ducks his head. 

The sight makes you smile, too, and you set your champagne aside. It’s secondary now. 

“Congratulations to Mr. Baldwin and all the other winners of these wonderful vacations,” Sam says once the winner has been announced and ushered backstage. “Sadly, our time is up for the night.”

You nod and pick up your microphone again. “Yes, but you will be seeing Sam again tonight as a part of the Bachelor Auction. Give the crowd a spin, Sam, show them what they could be going on a date with.” 

Sam unbuttons his wine-colored tuxedo and spins slowly, a slight swing in his hips. He’s met with several wolf-whistles, a rose thrown on stage, and a brief retching noise courtesy of Clint, to which Sam replies with a wink and a scoffed, “The glory is too much to handle for the insecure and faint of heart, ain’t it, Barton? We got a doctor on retainer in case you pass out.” 

Sam holds out his elbow to help you down the stairs and you gratefully loop your arm through his, your other hand hoisting the hem of your dress above your ankles. 

You sigh after meeting one of the bid winners, smile falling from your lips the moment you turn away. “I should’ve bid on that Marrakech trip.” 

Sam cocks an eyebrow. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit that you have yet to release him and simply follows you as you head to the bar. “Enjoy it last time?” 

“You mean when I was there to locate stolen Chitauri weapons?” you let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. “Steve didn’t even let me glance in the relative direction of a souq when that was the only reason I volunteered.” 

“So that’s a no?” 

You take the fresh flute of champagne a waiter offers and nod your thanks. “That’s a hell fucking no.” A pathetic pout and, “I deserve to love Morocco.” 

“Makin’ that face at me won’t help your cause. Makin’ that face at Pervert Santa Claus over there,” he points to a man, rosy-cheeked with a white beard and wandering eyes, who you recognize as the winner of the trip. “That’ll get you what you want.”

You make a face, tongue sticking out as you gag, and set your glass atop the bar. “First of all, even the prospect of sex with me will make his heart give out.”

Sam laughs into his tumbler of whiskey and rolls his eyes.

You grimace openly when the eyes of an elderly man— his arm around a woman who looks to be barely in her twenties— linger a bit too long and smile when he visibly shrinks. “And B., I only flirt with them to get donations. I’d sooner never leave this tower again than get with one of these ‘I only donate money to boost my public image’ types.” 

He hums and a slow, lazy smile curves his lips. He nods his head in the direction of something behind you. “Barnes’ got a different ideology.”

As casually as you can, you turn your body to lean your elbows atop the bar and tilt your head ever so slightly to glance where Bucky is standing. 

Standing and laughing. How is he still laughing? 

Arching an eyebrow at the woman he speaks to, you lift your glass to your lips. “Doesn’t look like she fits the bill.” 

“You’re joking,” Sam laughs, shaking his head as he sets his elbows on the bar as well. His shoulder brushes yours and, despite the itchy fabric of his tuxedo, you don’t mind. “That’s Maris Scheufele.” 

Long, chestnut brown hair swept over one shoulder to keep her back bare, her gown is silky, liquid gold. Dripping in wealth.

You purse your lips and turn back to Sam. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” 

“Chopard heiress.” 

“Chopard like—” with wide eyes, you point at the sapphire and diamond earrings borrowed from Pepper on your ears and the matching ring on your left index finger. “Like Cannes Film Festival Chopard? Like that Chopard?” 

“Yeah, that Chopard.” He has to stop from laughing at the look you offer him. He thinks he might see your skin turn green in a matter of minutes. “She’s more loaded than Cigarette-Breath Du Rideshare-App-CEO from the elephant benefit.” 

You manage a small smile and a quick roll of your eyes, only to have them once again land on Bucky and the Chopard heiress. Maris. 

You aren’t jealous— per se. Jealousy is an ugly emotion, after all. Childish, and inconsiderate, and rooted in insecurity. 

Sure, she’s cuddled up next to someone you’re in the midst of denying feelings for out of fear and the prospect of being undeserving. And, sure, she’s covered in diamonds and you’re usually covered in dried blood, dust, and dirt from HYDRA facilities. But you aren’t jealous. 

You know you’ve wasted your time, his efforts, and your emotions being anything but happy with Bucky. Chances lost never come around again, right? So you’ve made your peace with it. You’ve had to make your peace with it.

With how much you’ve messed up, how many chances you’ve lost. With how perfect she is and how perfect he looks laughing with her. 

Perfect. 

So perfect that your teeth grit and the grip you have on your champagne flute tightens.

“He’s gonna bring in the big bucks.” 

You snort. “I thought he had different ideologies.”

“He does. But you know she ain’t gonna let him get auctioned off to anyone else.” A corner of Sam's lips turn up in disgust as he, too, stares at them with little stealth. Nick Fury would be ashamed in you both. “Lookin’ at him like he’s a piece of jerky.” 

“Jerky?”

“Old, dried up beef.” He then hums in agreement with his own words. “Nasty, hundred-year old beef.” 

With a laugh— a laugh that has the cadence of a sob— you drop your head into your hands. 

You meet Bucky’s eyes when you pick your head up, his head tilted in silent question. Perhaps at your wet, ironic smile, perhaps at the pull of your eyebrows. 

You shake your head in response and it’s when he almost immediately returns to laughing at whatever Maris Scheufele is saying that you straighten with a frown. 

What the hell kind of name is that anyway? Maris.

“What the hell—” you pause to take the glass from Sam’s hands and polish off his whiskey. “What the hell is so funny?” 

The glass is snatched back. “Not you finishing my drink, that’s for sure.” 

Shrugging as you continue to stare at Bucky and Maris, you mumble, “Put the next one on my tab.” 

Sam snorts as he asks for another drink, facing you as he adds, “S’an open bar, you cheap ass.” 

Once you’ve been able to secure a fresh, much stronger drink for yourself, you loop your arm through Sam’s again and set your chin on his shoulder. Your noses nearly bump when he looks at you and you both laugh softly. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” 

“You did.” He yelps and laughs when you pinch his side, lightly knocking his head against yours. Gentle eyes meet yours as he says, “Not tryna be harsh, but you had him and you let him go.” 

“I know.” 

“He spent weeks moping about it, you spent weeks moping about it.” 

“I know.”

“It was miserable comforting both you idiots.” 

“Yeah, you’re the real victim here.” 

Despite your dry tone, he nods in agreement. “You could tell him right now. Get all this bullshit over with and out in the open.”

Just the idea makes your heart rate spike. “He might reject me. Exact revenge for what I did.” 

“Barnes is a lotta things. Greasy, geriatric, testy, fuckin’ annoying as shit—” Sam hisses when you pinch him again, “— but vindictive ain’t one of ‘em.” 

Before Sam can convince you to move even an inch from the part of the bar you’ve dubbed yours for the night, warm fingers wrap around your elbow and tap your arm five times in quick succession. A secret identification code. 

A secret identification code that makes you smile despite yourself. You lift your head from Sam’s shoulder and hope you don’t look too eager as Bucky leans back against the bar, facing you entirely. “Look who it is.” 

He waves vibranium fingers and grins, a bit of that thirties charm you’d heard so much about shining in his blue eyes as he looks at you. “Hi, sweetheart. Wilson,” he adds with a playfully curt nod, chuckling when Sam returns it. “You were great up there. Prettiest MC I’ve ever seen. Almost had me buyin’ the trip to Morocco to make up for the shit Steve put you through.”

You feel Sam shaking in silent laughter and sigh when you hear his whispered, “For fuck’s sake.” 

“Only ‘almost’?” you ask with a pout Bucky grins at and wide eyes that have him swallowing over a dry throat. “What does a girl have to do for you to actually bid?” 

He shakes his head after a moment of simply staring, chuckling. “These poor bastards don’t stand a chance against you, do they? They’d probably sign their entire companies over to you and not think twice about it.”

“Just doing my part to save the Amazon,” you shrug. “Like you’re doing with the Bachelor Auction.” 

“‘Bout that,” he begins as he straightens his jacket and tie— all black. You trace his jaw, sharp and angular, when he glances away for just a second. “How long d’you think it’ll take Stark to put me out of my misery when nobody bids on me?”

“I wouldn’t be so negative. I know of one person who’ll definitely bid on you.”

His lips quirk up on one end, eyes dreamy as his head tilts in indulgence. “Yeah? Who’s that?” 

“Your heiress.” 

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice Sam jabbing his elbow into your ribs and cocks an eyebrow in confusion. “My what?” 

Though you weren’t planning on replying, Tony’s voice over the speakers doesn’t allow Bucky to question you further and you heave a sigh of relief. He calls all the bachelors to the stage and Sam pulls his arm from yours, bumping your shoulders together before he departs just as Tony begins telling a story of his first bachelor auction and how much he went for. 

Bucky remains still, however. Leant against the bar, eyes on you. 

“Bachelor number 4,” you say, pointing at the button he wears. You smile softly. “You’re needed on stage.” 

That seems to jolt him out of whatever stupor he was lost in and he stands straight. He takes a step forward and pauses, so close you can feel the heat radiating from him and smell his subtle cologne. “Bid on me if no one else does.” 

“I won’t need to.” 

Natasha finds you just as the bidding begins and orders herself a drink. She doesn’t say much, simply looking at you as you stare at Bucky standing next to Steve and Sam, and nods to herself. She remains a quiet, comfortable presence until Steve is brought to centerstage and nearly every paddle in the room shoots up. “You tell him yet?” 

“Nope.” 

“Thought so.” She nods her head to her left and you follow the movement to where Maris sits, back straight as she, too, looks at Bucky— but she’s grinning, paddle poised to be raised. “Scheufele being a cock block?” 

You’re visibly surprised when you turn back to Natasha, her ginger hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. “How did you— How the hell could you possibly know that?” 

With the crooked curve of blood red lips, she smiles. “I’m just that good. And Sam texted me about it ten minutes ago.”

She continues to watch you as the excited winner of a date with Steve rises from his seat. “He’s next.” 

“I know that.” 

“You gonna bid on him?” 

You snort, though unconvincingly, and shake your head. “And go against an heiress? I’ll save myself the embarrassment.” 

“Stark pays us buckets,” she tells you with a frown, picking a stray piece of lint off her silver dress. “You could afford to go against an heiress.”

Bucky’s eyes are narrowed as he looks over the crowd of people seated at their tables. The light bounces off diamonds and sequins, gold and shiny leather shoes. It stings his eyes, it makes him scowl. 

“And next, ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on Bachelor Number 4,” Tony announces, turning a bit to glance at Bucky as he trudges over, not bothering to look a bit more appealing. “James Buchanan Barnes, truly the human equivalent of a cat.” 

Bucky openly glares at Tony now.

“James enjoys silence, brooding, eating like a fuckin’ horse, and telling the same story more than once,” Tony continues, ignoring the roll of Bucky’s eyes. “Cute, cuddly, and a little dangerous, we’ll start the bidding at one-thousand.” 

Three paddles shoot up. One from Maris, and two toward the center of the room. Your shoulders tense, Bucky’s relax.

“Okay, do I see eleven hundred?” 

Two paddles remain lifted until Maris shouts from her seat in a lilting voice, “Three thousand.” 

Your jaw clenches, Bucky grins. 

Tony set his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Alright, three thousand going once—” 

“Thirty-one hundred!” 

It feels as if the entire room turns in their seats to gape at you, but you try to pay them no mind. You, wearing your jealousy and determination like armor, stand at the bar with an empty glass in your hand, waiting for Tony to call your bid. But before he can— 

“Thirty-two!”

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at Maris. “Thirty-three!” 

“Four thousand!” She’s smiling. A perfectly manicured eyebrow is raised in challenge. 

You see red. “Forty-three hundred.” 

“Six thousand!” 

“Sixty-five hundred!” 

“Seventy-five hundred!”

When you look at the stage in a bit of a panic, Tony grins expectantly at you and Bucky— Well, you don’t think Bucky’s ever looked so shocked in all the time you’ve known him. But when his eyes go from Maris to meet yours, you find yourself yelling, “Ten thousand!” 

The room goes silent, or maybe you’ve just tuned it all out, and Tony is shaking his head in amusement. “Ten thousand going once.” 

You turn toward Maris as she sits and tosses her paddle onto the table. “Ten thousand going twice.”

You face the stage again. Bucky’s expression is unreadable. “Sold to our beautiful teammate in blue.” 

A bright spotlight shines on you and you fight the urge to run from the room, from the Tower, from New York, and give your best smile. 

— 

It’s four in the morning, all the lights on the residential floors of the Tower have been turned off, and the world is peaceful. But your mind continues to race. 

You sit at the kitchen counter, container of Sam’s leftover cheesecake from your lunch out with him open before you. You twirl a fork between your fingers and stare at nothing in particular, your soft breaths the only sound in the room. 

You’d changed out of your dress hours ago, washed off your makeup and taken the pins out of your hair. You could barely meet the eyes of your reflection out of fear of judgement and you didn’t ask FRIDAY to dim the lights or lock your door just in case she laughed at you. 

Tony had yet to talk to you about paying the ten grand you bid on Bucky and you left the ballroom before anyone could so much as snicker. You knew you couldn’t hide forever, you just needed the night to come to terms with your own stupidity. 

Yet as you prop your chin upon your palm and sigh, you think you might need a day or two, too. 

Quiet steps down the hall are made purposefully louder as they grow closer so as to not startle you, the lights dim as bulbs flicker on to about ten-percent of their full brightness. You fear your heartbeat might be audible to everyone in a ten mile radius at the sight of his blue eyes, messy brown hair, and wrinkled black t-shirt, and take a deep breath through parted lips in a futile attempt to calm it down.

He offers you a small smile and walks to the fridge. “You want some water?” 

You shake your head— even though he can’t see you. “No, I’m fine.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you take a breath to steady yourself. “Buck, I think we should talk.” 

He takes out a glass bottle of water for himself and shuts the fridge, leaning against the sink. He’s still smiling. “I know.” 

“I—” 

“I’m not gonna hold you to this thing,” he interjects, rolling the bottle between his hands. He watches as you sit up straight and set your fork down. “I know you made the bid just to donate the money and save me from that married heiress—” 

“Married?” you repeat to yourself. 

“And you’ve made it clear you just want to be friends,” he continues, undeterred. “So it’s okay. Hell, I’ll pay for half of it so I’ll feel like I’ve actually done somethin’ to save the sea turtles.” 

“The Amazon.” 

“Right, the Amazon,” he amends with a quiet laugh. He takes a sip of the water and sets the botte aside. “So whaddya say, huh? We’ll go half and half, help this cause out a little, and you don’t have to go on a date with me.” 

“Bucky, you don’t understand—” 

“No, no, I get it,” he says, walking around the narrow strip of granite separating you to sit on the stool beside yours. Features soft but a little sad, he shrugs as warmth rolls off him in waves. “I told you to bid on me in case no one else did and you saw how much more Steve went for. You tried to raise the bids on me and got stuck since those billionaires didn’t want to shell out more than ten grand on the Winter Soldier. I get it!” 

“That’s not why I did it, Bucky. Not at all.” 

He lowers his eyes to his hands, staring at mismatched palms, and says nothing. 

“Honestly, I—” You stop yourself when it feels as if your heart’s lodged itself in your throat and struggle to swallow over it. “When I saw that Chopard heiress talking to you and laughing with you, and when she bid on you and almost won that date, I— Something happened.” 

He looks at you now, eyebrows pulled together. “What happened?” 

“I— I don’t know. I guess I was a little jealous,” you say with a laugh only to shake your head. There’s a subtle sting behind your eyes, at the tip of your nose, and you pray to every deity you can think of to stop any tears. “No, I was very, very jealous. You two looked so happy and perfect and I wanted to scream, and cry, and— Fuck, all I could think about is how much time, and energy, and emotion I’ve wasted pushing you away so neither one of us ends up heartbroken when I already am.” 

You sigh, unable to meet his gaze as he gapes at you, his mouth hanging open as you laugh mirthlessly. “It probably seems so stupid to you and I know you’ve moved on, but, holy hell, I wish you still had some kind of crush on me because I’m dying here, Buck. I mean I just spent ten thousand dollars to make you go on a date with me.” 

“You did,” he agrees. He’s smiling when you manage to look at him, “You spent ten thousand dollars on me when you could’ve just had me for free this entire time.” 

He grasps your chin between his flesh index finger and thumb and jostles you a little, gaze so adoring. “And what punk ass told you I moved on from you? Huh? That same goof who said it’s just a crush?” 

He leans forward and pauses just before his lips meet yours, as if waiting for you to pull away only for you to close the distance first. 

What starts off as just a light brush of your lips against his quickly turns into a deep, hungry kiss that quiets your mind and forces your heart into overdrive. The warmth of it reaches your toes and every hair follicle, especially as both his hands cup your face while your fingers tangle through his hair, the rasp of his stubbly beard against your soft, sensitive skin stealing your breath even more.

You pull away first and your voice is small, a bit hoarse as you ask, “So you still like me?” 

He sets his forehead against yours and his lips pull into a smile. “I’d say it’s a li’l more than that, sweetheart.” 

It’s hours later when the sun is up, the cheesecake slice is long forgotten, and Bucky’s pulled you onto his stool to straddle his lap, your lips swollen and a little painful, that you groan in embarrassment. 

He immediately leans away from your neck and looks up at you in concern, lips full and cherry red. “What? What’s wrong?” 

“I have to pay Tony ten thousand dollars.” 

Chuckling, he rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your chin. “I’ll pay it.” 

“Then I’ll owe you ten thousand dollars.” You withhold a moan when he nips at a part of your neck that has your hips rolling into his, the hitching of his breath felt more than heard. “That— that just transfers the problem.”

You feel him smile, arm tightening around you. “I think I know of a way you can pay me back.”

“Sounds like you just discovered the world’s oldest profession.” 

A punishing nip under your jaw and you gasp as he laughs. “I’m still all for going half and half to save the sea turtles.” 

“The Amazon.” 

He sighs and leans back. “Fuckin’ Christ. Someone needs to save the fuckin’ turtles already, then.”

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