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Hi- may i ask for an angsty one with Steve x reader x Bucky: Reader was a kindhearted person they cared for equally, no words could explain the way she made them feel... During a mission together, things go bad, and they end up dangling in a rope on top of a cliff. Steve in one end, holding on to both his best friend and... her. As both Steve and Bucky are struggling to maintain their common hold, reader sees the end of the rope holding them all, tearing up because of their common weight. She was not gonna be the one to make Steve choose, so she cuts of her end of the rope. Silently she falls into to freezing rapids far below...

Falling

I really hope I did your request justice! I didn't incorporate the rope since I felt like it would be more angsty without it.

It's a pretty short fic with only 2,173 words

“It’s an easy mission. In and out.”

Y/N let out a derisive snort. “Every time you say ‘It’s an easy mission,’ the mission almost always ends up going to shit.”

“Easy on the language, Y/N,” Natasha smirked. “Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed deeply into his forehead. “Steve? Not swearing? Since when?”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Rogers, is there something you’re not telling us?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Can we all just focus, please?”

“Steve swears like a sailor. Where did you get the impression that he’s some kind of saint?” Bucky said as he ignored Steve and turned his attention to Tony and Nat, who were wearing matching smirks.

“Well there was this one time where Tony dropped one to many f-bombs and Steve scolded him for it.” Y/N quipped.

“Who knew Capsicle swore like a sailor,” Tony said, almost in wonder. “Is there anything else we don’t know about him?”

Nat’s smile could only be described as insolent. “He has a birthmark on his left butt cheek.”

“Romanoff!”

“Or was it the right?”

“Nat!”

“It’s the left,” Bucky said with his own teasing smile.

“I’m not even going to ask how any of you knew that.” Tony said with a mischievous grin.

Y/N couldn’t stop her own widening smirk. “You know in some cultures, birthmarks on a person’s ass is considered bad luck. Maybe we should dump Steve’s bad luck ass somewhere so our mission might actually be easy. I’m willing to trade Nat for Steve, Tony. What do you say?”

“And get all that bad juju? Like hell.”

“There will be no changing of teams. Nat and Tony will go in and Bucky, Y/N and I will stay out,” Steve said, his voice firm and commanding respect.

Y/N release a sigh so dramatic, it could have won her an Oscar. “You’re no fun, Rogers.”

Steve simply rolled his eyes. “We can have fun after the mission.”

Y/N’s smirk turned downright devious at Steve’s words. “What kind of fun, Rogers?” She wiggled her eyebrows seductively, causing Steve to roll his eyes hard. It didn’t hide his reddening cheeks though, nor did it hide his almost bashful smile.

Y/N tended to have that effect on people. She could put people at ease as easily as she could send them into overdrive. She had one of those magnetic personalities that had everyone gravitating towards her. It’s what made her such a good con artist. Her cheeky and, usually, flirty demeanor meant that she could get out of almost any situation unscathed without having to dig into her well of magic.

Most significant others would have had their jealousy alarm constantly blaring in their heads with the way Y/N acted around other people. She had a dangerous habit of constantly flirting with other people even in situations that definitely do not call for it so it was a good thing Bucky wasn’t like most people.

Because when Y/N was with Bucky, she was different. Gone was the confident, cocky persona that had men and women falling at her feet. In front of him usually stood someone that was vulnerable, sweet and almost shy. That was the real Y/N, the one that only Bucky knew and that was the side of her that mattered.

The side of her he loved the most.

And that was all he could think about as he dangled from the side of the cliff.

A jolt of deja vu hit him. He’s seen this film and he knew how it ended, with his body falling down an icy ravine. He could see it so clearly in his mind’s eye. He’d dangled from the side of a moving train at the side of a mountain that was packed with snow, his best friend’s face dangling in front of him, panic alighting his eyes as he desperately tried to reach Bucky. He knows how this story ends and Bucky knew it would end in the death of James Buchanan Barnes. After all, his first fall killed Bucky only to give rise to the Winter Soldier.

Except, somehow it was different now. Because now, Steve’s hand was clutching around Bucky’s tightly. He saw the fierce determination in Steve’s blue eyes, saw the promises Steve was practically making to himself in his head. Steve wasn’t going to let Bucky fall again, not after the way he lost him the first time. And Bucky would have felt safe, had it not been for the person dangling beside him, her own small hand grasped tightly around Steve’s hand.

For a heart stopping moment, Bucky thought Y/N was dead. Her skin was pale, a large gash opened at the edge of her forehead. Her torso was covered in blood too and Bucky could feel his heart drop as he saw the giant slice on Y/N’s shoulder, the ligaments tearing as Y/N strained to keep holding on to Steve.

Bucky didn’t know how she could possibly still be holding on but she was gritting her teeth, sweat rolling down her soot-covered head.

Bucky couldn’t even register the pain in his own body. It was a small mercy that it was his vibranium arm Steve was holding on to. At least he didn’t feel pain there. But he sure felt pain everywhere else.

He’d been shot around the stomach twice with one of the bullets grazing his side while the other was deeply lodged in his body. He could feel the blood oozing from the wound, dripping slowly down his leg. He’d been stabbed too. Between his shoulder blades and with the way his body was straining to grip Steve’s hand, the pain was so unbearable, it would have made a normal person pass out from shock.

“Hold on!” Steve said, an edge of panic in his voice, delirium coating his eyes. His bottom lip was busted open and though Bucky couldn’t see Steve’s body, his usually clean blond hair was red with blood. Did he have a head trauma?

“Easy mission my ass, Steve,” Y/N managed to say. Her words came out breathy, sandwiched between pained wheezes. “Nothing easy about that.”

She was right.

The mission had gone to complete and utter shit. There had been a battle, a fierce one, one that had Y/N’s well of magic drying and from what Bucky knew, he had had only ever seen that happen once, in the battle with Thanos and alien army. The battle had left Y/N so exhausted, she was in a coma for a full week.

Even now, Bucky could see the strain of exhaustion in her face. If they weren’t in such a precarious position, Y/N would have surely collapsed by now.

“Y/N, don’t,” Steve said, his voice deepening into a warning.

Y/N simply stared at him blankly. She glanced at Bucky from the corner of her eye and the sinking feeling in Bucky’s stomach deepened. Y/N was about to do something none of them were going to like and judging from the distressed look in Steve’s face, it was going to decide their fate.

“It’s the only way,” Y/N panted, a steely resolve slipping between her eyes. “Steve, you know it and I know it.”

Steve’s distress was becoming palpable. It turned into a bitter, tangy thing that lodged itself in his throat.

Steve didn’t want to choose. It wasn’t fair. He was holding on to his two best friends. The one that has been with him since his childhood and the other one that’s been with him since he first woke up in the ice. It wasn’t fair that he had to choose between them. It wasn’t fair.

He willed his body to work, to lift up the two people that meant the world to him but he couldn’t. His body was exhausted, his hands were beginning to tremble at the sheer weight of their bodies but his mind was a wild race horse.

This couldn’t be it.

This couldn’t be how this ended.

“Nat! Tony! Please help me!” Steve screamed but it was useless. Wherever their teammates where, they were too far away to hear them and with the previous energy surge, their comms had been fried. They were completely and utterly alone.

“Steve, it’s okay,” Y/N reassured with a rueful smile. “It’s really okay.”

“Y/N, don’t you dare!” Bucky ground out. “I might survive this fall. I’m a super soldier. You can’t, not without your powers.”

“I am not going to let you,” a fierce, determined gleam entered through Y/N’s eyes. “I’ve got one blast of magic left and if I time this right, if I do this correctly, you’ll both survive.”

“But you won’t,” Bucky snapped, his eyes shining in anger. “And I’ll be damned if you think that I would let the woman I love die when there’s something I can do to help her.”

“There isn’t anything you can do, Bucky! We’re wasting time arguing and Steve can’t hold on forever.” Y/N snapped, a protective gleaming coloring her eyes a lurid purple as she turned to Steve. “Steve, if you even think about letting Bucky go, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me? I will never forgive you!”

Steve felt like a child and he could scarcely remember the last time he felt this way. All the negative emotions within him surged through his body and the distress that had lodged itself in his throat turned into a sob. His arms were straining against the weight, crying in pain along with him. He willed his arms to move, to do something, but they were as tired as he was.

“I-I can’t,” Steve panted. His vision was blurring with tears and he watched a drop fell on Y/N’s cheek.

“I know,” Y/N said, her expression shifting into one of calmness. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not.” Bucky said, his tone becoming more and more agitated. “Don’t you dare let go, Y/N!”

“Who knew your birthmark would lead us to this much bad luck, Steve?” Y/N said, her smile a slash of white against the dark soot that marred her face.

“Y/N, please.” Steve’s tear hit Bucky’s face, leaving a trail of pale colored skin as it washed away the soot in Bucky’s own face. He was pleading with her now, praying to whatever gods could hear him that his best friend, wouldn’t sacrifice herself for him, for them.

“I love you, boys. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Y/N was going to die and there was nothing Steve could do about it.

“Y/N, NO!” Bucky was yell now, his voice turning into a harsh scream that Steve would never forget. This was the sound or a broken man losing something he thought he didn’t deserve to have but would never let go of. Tears were welling up in his own blue eyes, slipping down his face in a slow waterfall. “Y/N! NO! PLEASE, DON’T!”

Time seemed to slow down all at once. Steve’s grip on Y/N was slipping. He could feel the muscles of his arm, the bones in his hand protesting from the strain. He could almost hear his heart beating in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears. He felt Y/N’s grip on his hand loosen before she went slack and in the second it took for Steve to draw his next breath, Y/N slipped from his grasp, plunging to the icy depths below.

He shut his eyes. He knew Y/N went down with a smile on her face and it would be a smile that would haunt his dreams forever.

Steve could feel a gush of strength fill him and he knew it was Y/N’s magic saving them both. He pulled Bucky up, his best friend releasing a feral scream that Steve would never forget, “Y/N! NO!”

Bucky stuggled against him as soon as his feet touched the solid ground but no matter how tired his body was, Steve wouldn’t let go of him. His arms tightened around his best friend’s body as Bucky screamed and strained against his grip. Bucky’s scream was haunting, his body racking with sobs as he screamed Y/N’s name over and over again.

Bucky elbowed Steve in the gut and broke out of his hold. Steve grunted as the pain blossomed in his torso, his eyes swimming in tears and nausea. He was exhausted and the pounding in his skull only exasperated his condition. He watched as Bucky scrambled to the edge of the cliff, searching the icy water for any sign of Y/N’s body but Steve knew he would never find her. The current was too strong, the height too high. Y/N could have survived that fall on her best day but this was far from her best day.

She was dead.

And it was all Steve’s fault.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Bangles and Bordeaux

Bucky x south Asian reader

A/N: Image is mine. Contemplated on leaving this piece in the drafts because its self indulgent but I hope you enjoy it. Not too many details about the reader but reader wears a sari/saree. You can skip past this if its not your thing but I hope you enjoy immersing yourself in something a little different! Please reblog, comment and like! <3

Warnings: Fluff! Word count: 4.4k

You tossed the file on the table groaning at your latest mission assignment. The issue wasn’t the mission itself; all you had to do was gather some details on a possible international weapons supplier, observe their deal with the buyer and report back. The location wasn’t far either, though Tony insisted on splurging on a luxury hotel for you and your partner to stay in, hoping it’d convince you to go. Partner. There was the problem.

You stomach churned as you fiddled with the pen in your hands wondering how you’d manage to get through an entire night with Bucky Barnes by your side. You had a hopeless crush on him, all your futile attempts to move on had crashed and burned. Your dating life had taken a dive; it felt impossible to give anyone a chance when your heart was elsewhere. It didn’t help that whenever you spoke to him, you became a shy, blushing mess. It’s not even like you were his type, you definitely didn’t look like the girls that snuck out of his room early in the morning.

“Honestly, do I have to go? Ugh, I don’t really own any gowns, how is this going to work” You looked at the dress code for the night, clearly stating you had to be in formal attire. You’d only recently started going on missions that required more than a tactical suit. Your closet desperately needed an upgrade with a few more outfit choices. You tried to give Tony your best pout but it went nowhere.

“There’s going to be people from everywhere, you won’t stand out if you’re not in a gown specifically y/n”

“But- Tony cut you off before you could finish, uninterested in any excuse you could think of.

“Look, just pack whatever formal wear you have and you’ll be fine, your cover as a couple is more important”

“Why can’t Nat or Wanda go” You huffed, you already didn’t know how to act when you passed Bucky in the kitchen, now you had to pretend to be married to him?!

“Nat is away in Bucharest, Wanda is in Sokovia and somehow I don’t think capsicle and bird brain would make a convincing couple, besides I need them here for something else” Tony rolled his eyes, at Sam’s fake offence, watching him gasp and grab his chest.

“I beg to differ; Steve and I would make a great couple” Sam grabbed Steve’s face in his hand, smushing it against his cheek, “See? Couple goals right here”

Steve shook his head, snorting “Yeah, I’m sure Nat and Wanda would be ecstatic for us to start dating behind their backs”

“Good God” Tony smacked Sam upside the head before continuing, “Moving on, that leaves you and tin man, y/n”

You let your forehead smack against the table, staying there until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hall. You sat up wide eyed as Bucky entered the room, plopping down on the seat beside you to look over the assignment.

“All we have to do is watch them and report back? We both have to go?” Bucky quirked an eyebrow, confused over why this mission was even necessary and why it required two people to act like a couple. Specifically why he had to act like a couple with you; he already didn’t know how to act around you. Every time you smiled, Bucky felt his insides melt and he didn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he was a ladies’ man years ago, but things were different now. He stayed away from dating altogether, dabbling in the occasional meaningless hook up hoping it’d distract him from his feelings for you. It did not.

“It’s for one day Buck, you guys will be fine” Steve smiled reassuringly, smirking on the inside watching his friend fidget with the papers while sitting beside you.

“I guess…” Bucky looked over at your wide eyed face, giving you a tight lipped smile before looking back at the file. “Uh, married?”

“Yup, go in, gather some info, send it back. We can’t do much until we build a better profile on the supplier, I don’t need another Mandarin incident” Tony shook his head, recalling the witch hunt they went on with minimal information, guns a blazing, only to discover Trevor Slattery cowering in a makeup room.

“Go and get your stuff ready, you guys leave in an hour!” Tony sauntered out of the door with Steve and Sam, leaving you and Bucky behind.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go pack” Bucky scratched the back of his head, glancing over at you as you picked at your chipped nail polish. Your face flushed as you nodded, getting up too quickly and stumbling onto Bucky’s lap. He caught you, your face inches from him, holding you for a moment, before letting you go.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I should have looked at where I was going” You scrambled out of his lap, attempting to collect yourself, grabbing the file and shoving it under your arm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

“It’s okay doll” Bucky’s cheeks turned red, the name slipping out on its own. “I mean y/n, it’s okay y/n”. Why did he bother to correct himself, idiot.

“I’m going to- I’m going to go get ready” You dashed out, running to your room, why the hell did you have the social skills of a goat.

Bucky groaned to himself, he didn’t have any issues charming women that he didn’t care about but it was different with you. When it came to you, his tongue stopped working and he was as smooth as sandpaper. Pre serum Steve was better than this.

You shut the door, hitting your head on it a few times for good measure; there was no getting out of it now. You didn’t have any gowns; the only formal events you went to required traditional clothing and you didn’t have time to go shopping now. You rummaged through your closet, shifting through your cupboard of saris, trying to find one that would work for the evening. You had a number of cotton, chiffon, georgette, pure silk and satin ones to choose from, settling on a stunning deep maroon number with the matching blouse. You grabbed a box, placing your gold bangles, a chain and earrings for the evening, along with your makeup, pins and bobby pins for your hair. You didn’t have time to pleat the sari now, quickly folding it hoping the hotel would have an iron.

Bucky paced around his room, his suit already laid out, bag packed. He wasn’t sure which idiot thought this would be a good idea, but there was no getting out of it now. He sat by the compound doors waiting for you, his breath hitching when he saw you padding down the stairs. You wore plain black leggings and an oversized sweater and somehow you were still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. You smiled shyly at him, suddenly wondering how you’d be getting to the hotel.

“How are we getti-

“Here Frozone, don’t crash it” Tony tossed his Audi R8 keys to Bucky, having pulled the car to the front. Bucky stared wide eyed at Tony, not realizing he’d be driving with you by his side. Before you could say anything, Bucky took your bags, placing them in the back and opening your side of the door. You blushed, mumbling a quiet thank you before getting in.

Steve, Tony and Sam smirked peeking from the window watching you both leave the compound.

“So, you think it’ll work?” Steve quirked an eyebrow, wondering if his friend would catch on the actual mission you were both being sent on.

“They’ve been tiptoeing around each other for months, blushing and smiling all the damn time, I feel like I’m in a romcom with those two in the same room. Idiots” Sam shook his head, grinning as the car pulled away.

“For an ex assassin, you’d think he’d be more trained in reading body language to know she has a huge crush on him” Tony sighed to himself. “Scary stealthy Winter Soldier my ass”

“Wasn’t he a ladies’ man?” Sam didn’t understand how Bucky had zero issues talking to women he’d never met before, only to fumble the second you were near him.

“He was! He still is! He’s just…apprehensive…?” Steve really wanted to defend his friend but he couldn’t think of a valid excuse. You were kind and sweet; Bucky liked you just as much, you both just needed a little…encouragement.

“He’s apprehensive over a walking talking cotton ball?”

Steve and Sam stared at Tony. “Cotton ball?”

“Yeah, y/n, small, soft, non threatening, everything tin man shouldn’t be so scared of”

***

The car ride to the hotel was silent, aside from your raging heart beat you were sure Bucky could hear with his super soldier hearing. He did. What you didn’t know was his heart was racing twice as fast, driving as carefully as he could with you by his side. You both checked in and made your way up to the suite, courtesy of Tony who was happy to get you one room.

Of course the room was beautiful. It had everything you needed and more. There was one thing though. You both stared at the very large comfy looking elephant in the room; a single king sized bed that sat in the middle of the huge space. It was easily big enough for the both of you to share but it still meant sleeping in the same bed. You set your bags down, deciding sleeping arrangements would have to wait with only an hour left till you both had to be ready. Lucky for you, the event you had to attend was in the grand hall of the hotel you were staying in.

“Uh, I guess we should start getting ready”, Bucky laid his suit out, looking over at you realizing you didn’t bring a long garment bag like what Nat and Wanda usually had when they had to bring gowns to change into.

“Where’s your dress doll?” There it was again. God he couldn’t help it, doll suited you perfectly. You smiled at the name he had for you, your face heating up as he stripped his Henley off, putting on the crisp black shirt he laid out.

“Oh, um, I didn’t have a dress; I just brought what I had”

You set your bag on the bed, pulling out the neatly folded sari and blouse, popping open a few pins before you started pleating. Bucky watched you quizzically as you spread out the long fabric, picking up a corner and folding it. He adored the way your brows knitted together in concentration as you readjusted the sari pleats to make sure they aligned perfectly. You started pinning the perfect folds, standing in front of the mirror to make it fell over your shoulder and below the back of your knee. Your eyes met with his in the mirrors reflection as he watched you with heart eyes but you figured he was waiting for you to move.

“Sorry Bucky, it’ll just take me a few extra minutes to get ready, I’m almost done with this, and you can use the mirror soon”

“No, no, don’t apologize doll, I just…I haven’t seen that before” Bucky smiled at you softly. He was still new to the modern world; he didn’t get to see or experience different cultures when he was younger and it wasn’t a privilege he had when he was the winter soldier. He rarely had time to learn and experience new things aside from his time in Wakanda.

You blushed, placing your outfit on the bed and getting your jewelry for the night, heating up the iron to run over your pleats before draping the sari.

Bucky slipped into the bathroom to finish getting ready, deciding to keep the light stubble that covered his cheeks instead of shaving it. He grinned to himself remembering a conversation he overheard where you told Wanda his scruffy face was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. He was ready within minutes, hearing the very loud gasp you let out as he walked over to where you were doing your makeup.

“You look so ho- I mean really sex-…very handsome. You look very handsome” Wow y/n. So smooth.

You felt like you lost 3 years of your life mustering the courage to say that; this man in an all black suit was going to be the absolute death of you. Bucky blinked at you, his heart in his throat watching you as you sat at the vanity in a fluffy robe, a few rollers in your hair and your makeup mostly done. You were applying a tiny bit of gloss to your lips to complete your look; dark smoky eyes with lipstick that matched the sari. It complimented you skin tone beautifully.

“Oh, th-thank you doll” Bucky’s face flushed, as he gazed shyly at the ground. He would give anything to be like this with you every single day. The moment felt so intimate, your long black hair pinned in the rollers, getting ready together, watching you do your makeup while you sat in a comfy robe. Of course he had to muster the courage to talk to you properly first but a man can dream. You looked at the time, realizing the event would start soon but you’d still need a few minutes to finish getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry Bucky, I’ll be ready soon. You can get our names checked in for the guest list; I can meet you downstairs as soon as I’m ready”

Bucky nodded, though he was completely ready to skip the entire evening just to spend some time alone with you. He was starting to feel a little more at ease without Sam or Tony breathing down his back about having to put himself out there.

“Take your time doll, don’t rush, I’ll see you downstairs” He gave you a sweet smile before shutting the door, his body buzzing with anticipation over playing your husband for the night.

You hung the robe to the side, quickly hooking on your blouse and tying on your skirt. You stood in front of the mirror with the sari, tucking in the material, wrapping it around yourself and adjusting where you wanted it to fall behind you. The satin material easily fell into place as you pinned it on your shoulder. You tucked the front pleats in, placing a few pins in the front to keep the folds in place. You slipped on your bangles, earrings and necklace, doing a quick twirl in the mirror and fixing your hair before heading downstairs.

You fidgeted with your bangle in the elevator, butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach as you got closer to the lobby. You were already nervous about having to pretend to be Bucky’s wife (you definitely dreamt about it), but you also worried you’d stand out. What if he felt uncomfortable around you, especially because you were dressed differently? The ding of the elevator doors opening broke you out of your thoughts because the train wreck could go any further.

Your eyes scanned the ball room that was buzzing with guests, searching for your pretend husband for the night. You plucked a glass of red wine from a waiter that passed by, hoping to ease some of your raging nerves. Your eyes locked with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes you always got lost in across the room, your heart racing, fuck how would you be able to focus on a mission.

Bucky stood by the bar, his jaw dropping as you walked in. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The beautiful satin material was perfectly draped around your body, accenting the curves he’d never seen before. His mouth hung open as you made your way towards him. Your long dark hair was pinned to the side, giving him a perfect view of your jaw. The gold jewelry you wore made your skin glow; your sultry makeup brought everything together perfectly. You looked like a goddess.

“Holy shit…”

His breath hitched when your lips darted out, catching a drop of the dark red wine that stained your lips, he was screwed.

“You look…” He was utterly speechless, his mouth opening and closing, remembering you were now his wife for the night. He would have been just as speechless even if you really were married. Screw the mission, he had a new mission in mind; to make you his. At least, muster up the courage to ask you on a date.

Bucky placed his arm around you, his metal hand resting against your bare skin of your exposed waist making you shiver. He placed a gentle kiss on your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife is the most beautiful person in this room without a doubt”

Your face heated up, leaning into him, standing on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. The scent of his cologne made your heart flutter; you wanted to burry your face in his chest and breathe him in all night.

“Could say the same about you, you look so handsome baby” Your hand caressed the scruff on his cheek; Bucky leaned into your touch, blushing.

“Shall we go sit?” His hand found yours, making your way through the crowd, a number of eyes falling on the both of you. You tensed for a moment, relaxing when you felt his lips press a soft kiss against the back of your head, his hand wrapping protectively around your waist.

“I told you, you look gorgeous. Everyone’s eyes are on you babydoll”

“Or they’re on you; I’ve always loved how you looked in all black with some stubble”

Bucky grinned, pleased with his choice to not shave for the night. You giggled, finding an empty table near the back of the hall which also gave you a good vantage point to see everyone.

You spotted your target at one of the tables not too far from you; a middle aged man with curly greying hair and a beard. Ulysses Klaue. He sat surrounded by a few of his men, taking a long swing from his glass before getting up and making his way over to a different table.

“All we have to do is sit here and watch what he does?” Bucky still couldn’t get over the fact that you’d both been sent over to essentially people watch. Tony could have bugged the place and watched from the compound if he really wanted to but at this point he wasn’t complaining.

“Mhm, that’s what the file said” You took another sip of your wine, the Merlot easing some of your nerves. You both sat in comfortable silence watching Klaue though he actually hadn’t done much aside from make an ass of himself, groping a woman as she walked by, earning a slap to the head. That didn’t seem to bother him much either, grinning proudly as he attempted to paw at someone else.

“What the hell do we even write about this man, that he has a weakness for women” You huffed, freezing as the man locked eyes with you, licking his lips as he got out of his seat, stalking towards you. “Shit”

“Quite the exotic little piece of arm candy you got there” Klaue grinned at you, unbothered by Bucky’s death stare as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. “Names Ulysses Klaue”

He extended his hand towards you but Bucky shook it instead, his grip firmer than usual.

“Terrance O’Conner. This is my wife, Ava” You felt Bucky’s hand slip under the material of your sari, his fingers tracing soft circles onto your skin, relaxing you.

“Well aren’t you a lucky man Mr. O’Conner” Klaue’s eyes continued to wrack up and down your body, “Gorgeous little thing dipped in gold and wrapped in satin” Before he could continue, one of his men approached him, whispering in his ear. Klaue reluctantly backed away, whispering something to one of his men before exiting from a door near the bar.

“Should we follow them?”

Bucky shook his head, “Tony said only document what he does here, and if we follow them then he’ll get suspicious”

You nodded, noticing some of the tables had cleared as most people had began to make their way to the dance floor. The lights dimmed, couples joining together, swaying slowly to the music. You looked longingly at the happy couples, smiling as you imagined yourself with Bucky, unconsciously leaning into him.

“May I have this dance?”

You sat up, unsure if you actually heard those words as Bucky stood up, extending his hand for you to take. You nodded, smiling shyly, letting him lead you to the middle of dance floor. He spun you, pulling you towards him, grinning as your arms slung around his shoulders, your head resting against his chest. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you, his lips brushing by your ear, as he whispered.

“You really do look gorgeous y/n”

“You should see yourself, Mr. O’Conner” you giggled, adoring the way Bucky’s nose scrunched, grinning down at you, his cheeks flushed as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night, wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, walking hand in hand back to your room as the evening came to an end.

Bucky sat on the bed with the laptop, typing out the mission report, documenting the sparse details they were able to gather for the night. He huffed in frustration, unable to stop sneaking glances at you while you started to unpin your sari in front of the large mirror. His mind wandered again, the way this moment felt intimate, like something he’d have if you were actually his. Watching you get dressed, watching you go through your night time routine, he wanted it all.

“Bucky could you…please?” You fumbled with the pins on the back of your blouse, struggling to take one that you’d placed on the back of your shoulder.

“Of course” Bucky got up, hesitating for a moment before slipping his fingers under the material, quickly undoing the pin, his hands lingering on your soft skin for a moment. Your eyes met in the mirror reflection; Bucky could feel the warmth radiating off you and hear the way your heart rate picked up.

“I-I’m just going to…” Buck nodded as you clutched the material to your chest to keep it from slipping, making your way to the bathroom to change. You removed your makeup and folded your clothes, slipping on an over sized t-shirt to sleep in.

Bucky sat at the edge of the bed, having changed into some sweats, finishing up the mission report. You nervously sat on the other side, carefully slipping under the covers, making sure there was space between you both.

“I can sleep on the floor doll, you can have the bed” Bucky started to get up, until he felt your hand grab his wrist, stopping him.

“No! Stay…” You looked at him with a soft smile, hoping he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, “I don’t mind, really” Bucky couldn’t hide the shy smile that crept on his face as he closed the laptop, getting under the covers with you. You both laid in comfortable silence for a while, slowly adjusting yourselves to be more comfortable while inching closer to each other. You felt his hand brush against yours as you let you hand intertwine with his.

“I had a lot of fun tonight…with you” You’re voice was hardly above a whisper and if it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he would have missed it.

“Me too doll” Bucky turned on his side to face you, now or never Barnes.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I was wondering if you’d want to actually go out sometime, maybe dinner, or coffee or um-

You cut off Bucky’s rambling, pressing your lips onto his. Bucky froze for a moment, smiling into the kiss, pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

You grinned, nodding as your forehead rested on his, melting into his embrace, the both of you falling asleep wrapped in each other’s warmth.

You arrived at the compound, hand in hand, confused over the howling and whistles you heard as you entered the living room.

“Pay up, I told you!” Tony had a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he saw your hand in Bucky’s.

Steve and Sam groaned, pulling out fifty dollars each, reluctantly handing it over.

“I told you it would work”

“Told who what would work?” Bucky plopped down on the sofa, still holding your hand as you sat beside him, equally confused.

“That this mission would bring you love birds together” Sam grinned, adding air quotes around the word mission.

“Why are you saying mission like that” Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the 3 men across from you giggling together like school children.

“C’mon, you didn’t pick up on the real reason we sent you two away when I could have just bugged the place for info” Tony smirked, extremely proud of himself. “Which I already did by the way”

“Then why the hell did-” Bucky shook his head, utterly confused “By the way, the target didn’t do a damn thing other than paw at people all night before getting called away” Bucky scoffed, secretly relieved he didn’t actually have to do much because he was able to give you all his attention.

“You can thank me for that; we managed to get him out and away from you guys. You both looked so cozy, we decided to intervene. Didn’t want him to ruin the real reason we sent you both out for the night”

“Were you watching the entire time?!” You sat up, scoffing while Tony sat back with a smug expression his face.

“Look, you both needed a push to actually talk to each other; we figured a night together wouldn’t be a bad idea. Playing husband and wife meant you had to actually get close to each other” Steve explained, making his way out of the living room, signaling for the other two to follow. “We’ll leave you two alone now”

Sam snorted, wiggling his eyebrows as you hid your face in Bucky’s arm, unable to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“I can’t believe they did that” Your voice was muffled as you continued to hide in Bucky’s arm, feeling his cool hand pull your face close to his, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was worth it, my stunning satin wrapped doll”

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Tomorrow ~ Part 1

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Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: Steve and you have an awkward time, only because you both have feelings for each other. After you two begin the first step to acting on them, chaos breaks loose.

Warnings: slow budding love, awkwardness, kidnapping, canon typical violence

Notes: This is going to have 2 parts. The second part will come out sometime later this week. Please share your thoughts on it with comments, reblogs, and asks! (Likes are fine… but they don’t tell me enough or each my fix out there for people to read…)

“Capsicle can’t stop staring at you,” Tony whispered as he handed you a drink he had gotten for you.

“Yeah?” You questioned, looking around to try and find Steve.

Tony chuckled as he brought his drink up to his lips. “You two are so whipped for each other.”

You playfully smacked Tony’s arm. “You’re so rude.”

“Yet, I’m still your best friend.”

“That could easily change.”

“Sure.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you just find the Old Man and lay one on him? We both know that he doesn’t have any moves.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I-I couldn’t do that. No.”

“Come on! Get some liquid courage and just go over there!”

“Tony, it’s been a long few months of missions. I’m just trying to enjoy this party you decided to throw for another hour before I head to bed.”

“Party pooper.”

You turned around and immediately rammed into a large chest. Calloused hands came up to grab your upper arms to keep you steady. You slowly looked at who was holding onto you, meeting Steve Rogers’ caring blue eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, almost nervously.

“It’s okay,” you replied softly, getting lost in his eyes.

“Just have sex already,” Tony muttered. He stayed put, watching his two friends as he smirked and took careful sips of his drink.

Steve quickly dropped his hands to his sides and cleared his throat. “Are you—have you been enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, you?” You responded.

“Me too.”

“That’s good,” you nodded. You both stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. “Well, I’m… I’m going to head to bed.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.”

“Good night, Steve. Tony.”

You rushed away to the elevator. You got in it and turned to see that Steve was talking to Tony. You ran a hand down your face as the elevator doors closed, feeling so embarrassed about how awkward you are.

Tony was currently laughing at Steve about how awkward the two of you were. “That was just sad,” Tony laughed.

Steve groaned looking down. “I just don’t know how to act around her. She’s so… she’s gorgeous and brilliant and her fieldwork is incredible. And she could do so much better than me.”

“Honestly, Cap, I will deny ever having said this, but she can’t do any better than you. You just need to man up and ask her out. I promise you that she’ll say yes.”

“I just don’t know what do to or when or—“

“You’re overthinking it. Just ask her out to a drink or lunch in the Tower cafeteria or something.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, “Okay. I think I could handle that.”

~~~

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” Steve called out as he jogged to catch up with you.

You slowed your steps as you turned your head towards the man. “Hey, Steve. What’s up?”

“I—Well, I was wondering if you’d like to join me after training for lunch.”

You were caught off guard by the question, heart leaping slightly. “Uh, yeah, I would love you—“ Your eyes blew wide, Steve’s matching. “Love to! I would love to! I, uh, I’ll just— just text me the details, I’m running late to use the AI simulation room.”

You spun around and hurried off, leaving a stunned Steve standing in the middle of the hallway. You were mentally cursing yourself as you headed to the simulation room. You grabbed the training weapons and headed into the room grumbling.

“So, so stupid… you’ve definitely screwed it all up now…”

You began taking your frustration and embarrassment out on the AI simulations. By the time the room door opened and Natasha waltzed in, you were breathing heavily and sweating from how hard you’d been pushing yourself.

“Is there a reason why you’ve broken all the simulation’s records in one, one-hour session?” She wondered.

“Just working hard,” you responded, walking over to put your weapons away.

Natasha hummed, unbelieving. “Would this have anything to do with how Steve is acting?”

“How—how is, uh… how is he acting?”

“Like a giddy, little teenager. He’s skipping around the Tower with a large goofy grin on his face. I watched him and Bucky sparring and Bucky almost squared him in the jaw with his metal arm. He’s so dazed.”

“Oh.” You bit down on your lip to suppress the smile that threatened to burst free.

“And clearly,” Natasha stepped forward with an observing smirk, “you’re happy with that.”

“I’m not,” you failed to stop the smile that came with the lie.

“Uh-huh,” the redhead smiled. “What happened?”

“Nothing… yet.” You headed out of the room.

“Don’t think that you’ll be able to keep this from me, Y/N! I’ll find out!”

~~~

You went from the simulation room straight to your room to shower and get ready for lunch. Steve had yet to text you about the details for lunch, but you were okay with that. Steve was a man of his word and you knew that you could count on him to text you. So you focused on making yourself presentable. You were sure you had tried on hundreds of different outfits but you finally felt comfortable with one. You were finishing up your look with your phone finally buzzed.

Steve: I’m thinking that we could go to this small cafe about a block away. Is that okay?

You: That sounds great!

Steve: Meet me at the Tower welcome desk in 10?

You: See you soon.

~~~

Steve was nervously bouncing on the heels of his feet as he waited near the Tower’s welcome desk on the first floor. Every time the elevator doors dinged and opened, his head snapped in its direction. He would hold his breath as he watched who filed out of the elevator and then quickly deflate when it wasn’t you. He was watching another elevator load of people exit when someone lightly tapped his shoulder. Steve spun around to see you standing there, nervously smiling.

“Sorry, there were too many people using the elevator,” you said. “I hopped out on floor 6 and took the stairs the rest of the way.”

“That’s okay,” Steve smiled. “You ready to go?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded.

Steve held out his arm and you gently took it and let him guide you out of the Tower and onto the bustling streets of New York City. The two of you didn’t talk as you headed toward the cafe, and you were both fine with that. The cafe was small, with mostly outdoor seating. Steve had apparently called and reserved a table because the moment the hostess saw the two of you, she smiled, grabbed two menus, and led you to the outside corner table. Steve pulled out your chair and helped push you closer to the table.

“This is such a cute cafe, Steve,” you commented, glancing around.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, sitting himself down. “I come here sometimes when I need to get away from the craziness of the Tower.”

“I didn’t know that you did that.” You were sure that your heart was completely open and being seen through your eyes as you looked at Steve with just loving awe.

“Yeah, it’s not something I normally share.”

“Well thank you for sharing it with me.”

“Of course.”

Steve smiled so kindly at you that you were sure that you would have fallen down if you had been standing. The two of you chit-chatted as you ordered food and then ate it. You stayed sitting at that cafe table well into the afternoon, not knowing any sense of time. It was nice, a refreshing change of pace and scenery from your normal lives. Eventually, your phone buzzed and you glanced down at it.

“Sorry, it’s Tony,” you said apologetically. “Pepper’s out of town and I promised to help him with Stark Industries paperwork and some lab things.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said with a small smile. “I should be heading back as well.”

Steve led you, with you on his arm, back to the Tower. He guided you to your room.

“This was fun,” Steve nervously said as the two of you stood in front of your door. “Thank you for joining me.”

“Thank you for asking me,” you replied. Despite the great few hours, there was still a heavy awkwardness over you two. “I guess I should go get changed and he’d up to the labs. Can’t keep Tony waiting forever.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks again.” You reached out for your doorknob and turned to enter your room.

“Wait!”

Steve quickly grabbed your upper arm and pulled you into his chest. His other hand came up to cup your cheek and before you knew it, Steve was kissing you softly. He pulled away slightly, not letting go of you yet.

“Lunch tomorrow?” He whispered his breath fanning against your lips, sending a chill down your spine.

“Okay,” you breathed out.

He pressed a short kiss to your lips. “Okay,” he smiled, pulling away and letting you go as he walked away, backward. “Tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip. “Tomorrow.”

Steve smiled at you before turning around. You slipped into your room and leaned against the door. You grinned before letting out an excited squeal.

~~~

Unfortunately, tomorrow’s lunch never happened. Early in the morning, the team was called into an emergency meeting.

“Sorry to break up your morning routines,” Steve apologized, standing in front of the large conference room table. His eyes lingered on you a few seconds longer than they probably should have. You shot him a small smile. “We’ve been informed that HYDRA has attacked a small village in Europe. We need to get there as fast as we can and stop any more damage and get the people out of there. We need to be out of here in 10 so grab your gear quickly and meet at the quinjet. Dismissed.”

Everyone stood up and headed to gather their supplies. Steve quickly stopped you from going very far.

“I’m sorry that lunch is canceled,” he said softly.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Things happen.”

“Yeah. I can reschedule?”

“I’d like that.”

“Tomorrow?”

You giggled. “Tomorrow.”

~~~

The scream that tore through the entire battlefield would live in each member of the team’s nightmares for the years to come. The Avengers all paused their fighting to see where the sound was coming from since it was clear to each of them who it was from.

“Anyone have eyes on Y/N?” Steve frantically asked, getting back to fighting off the HYDRA goons.

“She was on the west side last time I flew by,” Sam responded.

“Someone better go check!” Tony ordered. “I would if I wasn’t in the middle of trying to blow up the damn HYDRA building!”

“I’m on it!” Sam confirmed.

“I’m heading that way too!” Bucky shouted.

Sam flew over to where he had last seen you. He sent Red Wing to look around too. Red Wing spotted you first. There was a clear injury to your left arm and your left side, blood running down. You were fighting off multiple HYDRA agents, clearly tired.

“Found her!” Sam announced, changing directions to get to you.

Mere seconds after announcing that, a HYDRA agent came up from behind you and knocked you out. The agent caught you as you fell, hoisting you up into their arms.

“Shit! Barnes, how far out are you from the area?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know,” Bucky answered as he ran.

“Why Sam?” Steve asked, his heart clenched with worry. “What’s going on?”

“She’s—NO!”

Sam tried to fly faster to get to you but it was too late. The agents disappeared with you underground right before Tony successfully blew up the building that just happened to be above the underground tunnel.

“I’m out of the building and ready to search,” Tony said. “Where do you need me?”

Sam came to a running stop, landing near the burning building. “I need you to come to my location,” Sam said solemnly.

“Sam?” Steve called for his friend. “What’s wrong?”

“They.. they took her and then… then the building blew.”

~~~

The Avengers and the clean-up crew had been at it for hours, cleaning up the explosion, taking care of the villagers, and, most importantly, searching for you. Tony, feeling incredible amounts of guilt, was trying to uncover the tunnel that Sam had seen you disappear into. Steve had been trying to be helpful, the best he could, but Bucky had now benched him as he was being too frantic.

“I need to help Stark,” Steve said, standing up from the quinjet’s bench he was sitting on.

Bucky pushed him back down. “Not until you calm down,” Bucky ordered. “You almost took Clint’s head off out there because he wasn’t helping to your satisfaction. You are staying in here until you get your head on straight.”

“How am I supposed to think straight when Y/N is missing?! She was taken and she could be—she could be… I can’t… she… I…” Steve’s chest clenched as he began to struggle to breathe. “What if…”

“Okay, okay, I need you to take a deep breath with me. In for 5, out for 5. Let’s go. In, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.” Bucky guided as Steve followed directions. “Very good, keep going.” Bucky waited until Steve had completed a few more deep breaths. “Look, pal, I know that you care about her, we all do. But you can’t help her in this condition.”

“I don’t just care about her, Buck. I love her.” Bucky inhaled sharply. “And if I lose her…. I don’t know what I’ll do… we had a date yesterday and another one planned for tomorrow…”

“We’re going to find her, Steve. I promise. Now, stay here while I go get an update on what’s happening.” Steve nodded before Bucky jogged out of the quinjet and towards where Sam was watching Tony work. “How’s it going?”

“He won’t let anyone help him,” Sam stated, keeping his eyes on Iron Man. “He’s tearing himself apart. How’s Steve holding up?”

“The same. we have to find her, Sam. I don’t know what will happen to either of them if we don’t.”

~~~

The musty air was the first thing you remember as you slowly came to. It hit you like a ton of bricks, causing your other senses to wake. Groaning, you blinked your eyes open and slowly sat up, leaning back against the wall. The room was small, damp, and dirty. There was a door a few feet away from you with a small barred window at the top and a small rectangular opening at the bottom.

When you moved again, you noticed the chains on your wrists and ankles. Looking down at yourself, you also noticed that your injuries were awfully taken care of and that you had been changed into a sports bra and shorts.

Hearing the sound of boots outside the room, you sat up and put on a straight face. The hinges creaked loudly as the door slammed open. You had to hold in a gasp at the sight of one of the men entering the room.

“I see you’ve woken up,” Brock Rumlow stated. He was all scared up from the fall of SHIELD. But you could still easily see the evil in his eyes and smirk. “Lucky for you I didn’t have to use my friend here.” He lifted his taser stick. You clenched your jaw, biting back a snide remark. “Another time.” He slipped it into the holder on his belt. “I’ve been waiting a while to find Rogers’ weakness. I thought it was Barnes but then I was shown this.”

Brock took a tablet from one of the men beside him. He turned it to show you and you tried not to be taken back. On the tablet, was a picture of you and Steve at the cafe yesterday.

“The moment I saw this picture, I knew you were Rogers’ true weakness,” Brock continued. “I intend on making him pay for what he did. And I plan on using you to do it.” You glared at him, keeping silent. “Have nothing to say?” You stayed quiet, making Brock chuckle darkly. “That’s okay.” He stepped up and crouched down to be close to you. “You’ll need to safe your voice for the screams anyway.”

Brock laughed as he stood up straight and left with his men. You felt like you could finally breathe once the door was slammed shut. You heaved a few breaths, pressing your back against the wall to try and ground yourself.

“Tomorrow… Tomorrow… Steve will come tomorrow.”

~~~

Unfortunately, tomorrow turned into the next day and the next day, and eventually, two whole weeks had passed. Brock had been easy on you since that first day, simply leaving you alone and pushing rotten food through the slit at the bottom of the door. It was concerning, how easy he was going on you. You were constantly waiting for the shoe to drop.

You were half asleep when Brock came storming into your cell at the two-week mark. You jump slightly as he came in and headed straight for you. His large, rough hand wrapped around your neck and he slammed you against the wall.

“Your Captain isn’t working how I would like,” Brock growled. “So it’s time to start the next phase.” He began squeezing your neck and your shackled hands came up to fight it. Your eyes tried to stay open, black spots intruding your vision. “Shh… just sleep, woman. Things will be different when you wake up.”

Your hands slipped off his hand and fell back to your sides as you fell unconscious.

next part >

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FIC REC WEEK 5 - FLUFF

SERIES: The Last to Know by galwednesday

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 18,156 Tags: Frenemies to Lovers, Oblivious Stony, Avengers Family

Summary: Tony and Steve's ongoing adventures in romantic obliviousness, dramatic grand gestures, and Mr. Darcy cosplay. Jokes and goofiness with occasional outbreaks of Feelings.

Reasons why I love it: Who doesn't love Steve and Tony more or less accidentally stumbling into a relationship and being completely oblivious about it? Especially when the rest of the Avengers can clearly see what's happening? This series makes me so happy, not just because of the fantastic Stony, but because it gives me all those early 2012 found family feelings. If you haven't already, you absolutely have to read it!

This series consists of:

Method Refinements (subtype C, designation Capsicle)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 2,262 Tags: Frenemies to Lovers, Humor, Porn with Feelings

Summary: "It's not hate sex," Steve objected. "I don't hate you." That actually made Tony feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, which he knew was pathetic. He talked louder and faster to cover it. "Angry sex, then, whatever. I should just walk up to you and say 'Hey, Rogers, I was looking to blow off some steam, wanna have loud, animalistic sex all over the Tower?' That's what does it for you?" A flush was creeping up his neck--God, Tony loved Steve's blushes, the Victorian-maiden-modesty veneer over the built-like-a-brick-shithouse physique drove him wild--but Steve's eyes were steady on his. "Try it and see."

Reasons why I love it: Steve being more emotionally intelligent than Tony is such an amazing trope, and this fic does it perfectly. The smut is hot as hell, and I love how Steve gets Tony to turn their 'hate sex' into something softer without any visible effort. Also, bullying Tony into cuddles should be mandatory, because it's adorable. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you give it a shot!

Subtle Clues and Context Cues

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 9,173 Tags: Not Actually Secret Relationship, Cosplay, Deferred Shovel Talks

Summary: “Cosplay,” Sam repeated. He and Steve were jogging through Central Park. Steve had just lapped him for a fourth time before slowing to match his pace, and the bastard didn’t even have the decency to sound winded. “As what?” “You ever see the Pride and Prejudice movie, the really long one?” “Dude. I have three sisters. It was required viewing.” “I need a Mr. Darcy outfit.” Sam slowed to a walk, holding one hand up in a time-out gesture until he caught his breath enough to form full sentences. “You’re going to cosplay as Mr. Darcy? The Colin Firth, look-how-wet-and-clinging-my-shirt-is Mr. Darcy?” Steve looked down and shuffled his feet. It was amazing to watch over six feet of pure muscle somehow telegraph bashful. “Yeah. Tony’s birthday is coming up, and, well. It’s sort of an inside joke.” (Five times everyone but Tony knew he was dating Steve, and one time Tony figured it out.)

Reasons why I love it: There are so many things I love about this fic, but the one that takes the cake is the bit with Bruce, Steve's pictures and Tony's little lab accident. It makes me 'aww' out loud every single time I read it. The whole team so sweet in how they react to Steve and Tony's relationship-to-be, so if you like Avengers family feels, you definitely have to give this one a go!

'Cause It's a Beautiful Night

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 6,721 Tags: Surprise Proposal, Wedding Plans, Humor

Summary: “Holy shit,” Clint’s eyes were huge and round. “Did you get Steve pregnant?” Tony choked on his coffee. “What? How--why--what? How would that even happen?” “Hey, you’re the one planning to ambush him with a shotgun wedding.” Clint moved his bowl of Lucky Charms out of the range of Tony’s coffee spray. “It’s a reasonable question.” “Steve’s not pregnant!” Tony shouted. Was he? He couldn’t be. They hadn’t been gender-swapped lately. What about that alien fertility ray? No, that had been at least seven months ago. Steve wasn’t pregnant. Probably. “I’m not ready to be a father,” Tony blurted, clutching his hair with both hands. “I’m not drunk enough for this conversation.” Clint opened the liquor cabinet and examined its contents with a critical eye. “What kind of booze goes best with marshmallows?” (Tony plans a wedding. The wedding is in ten hours and he hasn’t exactly proposed yet, but he’s used to compressed project cycles. What could possibly go wrong?)

Reasons why I love it: This fic does everything – it makes me laugh, it makes me swoon, it makes me cry. It's so goddamn lovely. Everything about the wedding planning process puts the stupidest smile on my face. And of course, Tony WOULD be a complete goober about his own wedding, nobody is surprised. It's incredibly sweet and the perfect ending to this amazing series. Please go ahead and read it, I promise you'll love it!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #steve tony #fic rec #fanfic rec #ficrec #a year in fanfic recs #fluff

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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I feel like Steve would try to keep his girlfriend a secret for a while but the other avengers would immediately know. He's less reckless on missions, he texts more, he leaves work on time. There has to be a reason for that and Tony Stark himself turns into a superspy trying to find out what or who that reason is

That’s true! I think he’d be scared to be open about his relationship because, well, he’s a super hero and there are people who want to harm him-so how can you hurt a hero? By going after their loved ones.

So he wouldn’t talk about you. He wouldn’t even mention meeting someone.

But of course the team notices his change in behaviour-after seeing him jump out of plains with only his shield or running into collapsing buildings and never stickig to plans, it was weird for him to be so much more…carefully.

He started looking for the exits in ever building, definitely stopped jumping out of planes-he even drove his motorcycle safer, sometimes with a helmet. He hadn’t done that in years.

“So, Steve, why the…“, Natasha pointed at him, making him raise his eyebrows. The super soldier had no idea what you were talking about. “Nothing. Stop being so suspicious.” With that he left the medic. Normally he didn’t come here, but you asked him if he could let the doctors check him after every mission-just in case. So he did it. But he hadn’t expected the team to notice his behaviour. Had he really been that reckless before?

Looking at his phone, Steve smiled slightly, seeing your text. It was a picture of you, with your dog. The two of you seemed to be on the couch, watching a baking show. He loved it, when you send him pictures. It felt so dome-"Why the grinning, Capsicle? You’re doing this quite a lot, recently”, Tony walked besides him, slurping his weird smelling, green and healthy…something.

“I’m not. I saw a cute dog photo”, this wasn’t a lie. Yet, Tony didn’t buy it. “JARVIS what did Steve do on his phone”, Steve let his phone slide into his pocket, walking away. He heard Jarvis voice talking behind him. “Texting a contract named Sugar.”

Hearing a gasp, steve quickly went straight into the elevator.

The next time he was at the tower, they had to finish some mission reports-which was a pain in the a- oh a message

Steve grabbed his phone, smiling as soon as he saw your message and picture of you making dinner for them. He texted you quickly, finishing his last page.

“We wanted to do a movie night, what do you think?”, asked Clint, sitting on the table way to close to his documents, with his coffee. Steve shook his head. “I can’t”, he mumbled, putting everything away.

Clint raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean you can’t? It’s your time to choose. You love movie nights”, Steve huffed quietly. Clint was right. He loved movie night…but he loved dinners with you even more. God, it would be so much easier if he could just tell them about you.

Sighing he shook his head. “I can’t today. Next time”, with that he left.

As soon as Clint told Tony what happened he couldn’t stop himself. He had to know. Even though Pepper told him not to check the phone number of Sugar.

The whole team sat in the lab, waiting till Jarvis found more about the number. “Sir, I found a Name connected to this number; Y/N Y/L”, Tony started grinning, while Natasha clapped her hands grinning excited. “I guess we’ll have our movie night after all.” Clit laughed, already standing up.

“So, JARVIS, what her address?”

Steve sat with you on the couch, kissing your neck softly. You’ve planned on watching a movie, but he seemed to have a different idea. Your dress was already somewhere on the floor, while Steve’s buttondown was already unbuttoned, also his belt was already open.

A quiet moan escaped you, when you felt Steve’s hand on your bra clothed breasts. His hand slowly-

The doorbell let you gasp surprised, pushing Steve gently away. “Oh god, this could be the landlord, he was supposed to come today or tomorrow”, you mumbled, already standing up and waking into the bedroom, looking for a T-shirt and sweatpants. Steve sighed. “I’ll get it”, he mumbled, going to open the door, while he was buttoning his shirt.

Opening the door, he immediately slammed the door closed, starting at the wood.

Oh god.

His shirt had been still open, showing his hickeys and-oh no also his belt.

You walked closer to him, slightly surprised about his behaviour. “Everything alright Stevie? You looked like you’ve seen a-” “yeah, everything alright steviiie??”, someone called out behind the door,

It kinda sounded like…

Immediately you grabbed the doorknob, opening the door.

God

“Oh she’s cute. That’s why you call her sugar?”, Tony Stark greeted you, entering your apartment with a smug looking Natasha Romanoff, a grinning Clint Barton, happy Thor and a apologising looking Bruce banner. You just watched them enter your home like it’s the normal thing for them to do.

Tony grinned at the two of you. “Sorry Capsicle for Cock-blocking your virginself, but we’re having a movie night”

“He’s not a virgin.” Was the only thing you said, before closing the door and walking to your couch, sitting down. You knew you couldn’t ask the avengers to leave your apartment. If they wanted to watch a movie, that’s exactly what would be happening.

Thor sat down next to you, already talking about how happy he was for Steve, finding a nice midgardian woman for himself-and then he started talking about Jane.

Tone raised his eyebrows and looked back at Steve. He patted Steve’s shoulder. “Atta Boy, now put your clothes back on. It’s your time to choose a movie.”

That’s how you met the Avengers.

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elfandomdelpandicornioyeldorito · 5 months

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Chapter 6. The ghosts of guilt

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Valentina Rivera (OC)

Word count: 1035

Trigger Warning: Angst, alcohol, grief

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Marvel character, only the Original characters are mine. English is not my mother tongue.

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Gifts and pictures aren’t mine

Dust, that is all in her mind, close her eyes for sleep? Dust, having a dream? Dust, an anxiety attack? Triggered by dust. She kept dreaming the same thing all over again, herself in that control room, suddenly losing contact with half of the people in the battlefield, watching the other people in it become dust, and when she came out, there was a light cloud of dust that was people, that was the signal of defeat.

It's been two months, but everything kept feeling like yesterday.

Her aunt Gloria planned a girls day, at her home in Long Island, the few adult girls of the family that make it and some survivor friends of her, in a whole day of alcohol, food and "spa".

"I found vodka, Rum and Wine" her cousin Diana sits at her side, with the company of her two "now widowed" cousins Rosa and Michelle.

The four of them were hiding in an old closet of the guest room.

"I claim the wine" Val takes the bottle, opens it and starts drinking from it.

That was her daily routine, wake up, smile, pretends everything is fine and drink all the liquor she could find, she knows her drinking state was ending that week when Miguel force her to go to a psychiatrist and a therapist

"Why did this have happened?" asks Rosa, with the Rum in her hand "I mean, I understand we were fully sons of bitches with the environment, but this is awful, why do I have to lose my husband? What can I say to my kids?"

"At least he “died” and not left with another family with a much younger wife in Portugal"

"Val is right"

"Cheers" Val and Diana do a drunk high five

Steve calls Valentina’s brother to dinner. The old capsicle was worried about her, somehow he felt the pain she was feeling but she was close to speaking with him, or whoever was a superhero.

"She is a mess, man. I have seen my sister being a mess but this time… she drinks herself to sleep"

"There is something I can do for her?"

"Yeah" Miguel looks at his empty cup of coffee" Stop trying to push her, she needs time, I understand that you are doing this for good, but she needs space. She feels guilty"

"Is not her fault"

"She knows it, but somehow, when someone leaves because dies or something, she feels it is all her fault" they both made a pause, that Miguel used as an advantage to look at his phone" You know what? Yes, you can help me with something"

Miguel drives to his aunt Gloria's house in Long Island with Steve. Someone as skinny and definitely not sporty as him, the task that his aunt Gloria was asking to do, was now difficult.

The scene is quite sad, her sister was on the floor, literally rolling on the carpet laughing hard at the shenanigans of Rosa and Michelle, trying to fight, and Diana, well, she was in the bed, jumping, cheering at her cousins. All of them in a really sad drunken state, evading reality.

"Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is more than alcohol" Miguel took his phone, opened the camera app and took some pictures of it, Valentina needed to see herself.

"Is just alcohol, nada mas mira el tiradero de botellas que se tienen"

Miguel sighs, putting his phone in his pants pocket.

"Took Valentina, I would try to stop those locas"

Steve nods, and walks to Val, taking her and putting her over his shoulder.

"HEY! IS THE DORITO POPSICLE!" all the four drunken girls explode in laughter at Val’s comment" Wait, what are you… WAIT!" The poor girl tried to hold herself from the door frame, but it was useless, and Steve finally can take her out of the house.

It was around 5pm when Valentina was out of her drunken state, under Miguel’s order, Steve took her to her family restaurant, Las Tres Damas. Also the older sibling made a very clear order of keeping the little sister away from the alcohol and made her eat nuts and greasy food that can be found there, and that worked well.

"Where is Migue?" Steve take seat at her side and hand her a bottle of electrolytes

"I don’t know, he told me something about working in a different time zone"

"Shit, yeah… He is probably in my apartment" she opens the bottle and takes a few long sips" I owe you an apology, Steve. All that happened is nobody faults, you tried the best you could, all of you tried… we all… It just happened, I guess it has to be that way"

Steve gave her a sympathetic smile, everyone was feeling guilty, Avenger member or not. Silence establishes there for a brief moment, while both of them watch the empty restaurant.

"You know? This place was always full of people"

"Being honest, is the first time I heard of this place"

"The idea came from my aunt Gloria when uncle Jorge left in duty, he missed so much of his children, nieces and nephews, then my mom jumped in the idea, she gained money by cooking for rich people when she got divorced, and mi grandma Rita jumped later, her first job in America was in a kitchen. Those ladies brought together their ideas and created Las Tres Damas, a place in which veterans could see their kids perform on a lazy night, even if it was an old thing, a family place to reunite; a safe place for everyone that needed that kind of place"

"What a shame that I missed that all this years, sounds like a nice place to be"

"Maybe, one day when the family feels ready, this place will open again. I’ll be sure to keep the best place for you and Nat. And whoever superhero that would want to come."

"That would be nice"

"Steve, I need a favor… Would you teach me how to fight? Like… for real, training me"

His first thoughts were related to a really bad drunk joke, but Valentina kept her straight face, she was talking seriously about it.

Tags: @pinkpondofasgard @invisibleanonymousmonsters @dance-dreamer @americasmarauders

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Third Time’s The Charm

Clint Barton/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,249

Summary: Sometimes there really is no such thing as a perfect moment.

or alternatively: two times Clint was interrupted when trying to ask you out and one time everything went to plan (kind of).

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You were standing at the front of the conference room fiddling with the day’s presentation on your computer when the door opened and the Avengers started trickling in. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson walked in first, and Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff followed them and sat down at the long conference table. You had met all the members of the team before, so it wasn’t too nerve wracking to have them walk in and wave politely at you, but it would be the first time you presented about their upcoming mission without either Agent Hill or Director Fury to help, and so the pressure was mostly coming from your own worry and nerves. You looked out at the room and saw Steve raise his eyebrows at Natasha and then gesture to Clint, who wasn’t paying attention to anyone else in the room.

You were almost about to open your mouth to greet everyone (and ask where the rest of the team was, because you were told this would be a full house), but the sound of the door opening distracted you. Wanda Maximoff and the Vision had come walking through the door, and they quickly sat down at the table and offered apologetic smiles when they saw you standing at the front of the room and realized they were probably late. “Is anyone else supposed to be attending this meeting?” There was at least one noticeable absence, as Tony was nowhere to be seen, but you weren’t sure if the others knew something you didn’t.

“I think Tony-” Steve started to say, right as the door swung open and the missing billionaire came strolling in, coffee cup in hand.

“You called, Capsicle?” Tony said, and then he noticed you. “Hey Barton, your-”

Your attention was piqued when he mentioned Clint, but unfortunately you didn’t get to hear the rest of the sentence, because Natasha silenced Tony with a death glare so powerful you almost felt a little guilty yourself. “Alright everyone,” you said, directing attention to the screen behind you so that you could begin the presentation. “We have located what he believes to be a HYDRA base that is currently being used for reconnaissance about two hours' drive from here, in upstate New York. While we don’t know exactly what they’re doing, it seems like it could be a training facility, which is something we definitely want to shut down as soon as possible.”

Steve raised his hand, and you nodded. “I know Fury mentioned something about a mission we might be going on next week. Is this it, or is that something else?”

You nodded. “Nope, this was what he was talking about as far as I'm aware. We’ve been tracking it and trying to get some intel for a few weeks now, and if all goes to plan, we’ll be able to send you all to neutralize the base within the week, but Fury wanted to make sure you were all informed.”

There were other items of business at the meeting, like previewing some of the new weapons that the lab has been working on with Tony, but it wasn’t too lengthy of a presentation, and you were soon waving everyone goodbye and gathering your things when you heard someone say your name. “Hey Clint!” you said brightly as you looked up. “Do you need anything?” You and the archer were friendly, and you considered him to be your closest friend out of the Avengers, but you also didn’t see him too often, so you weren’t sure what he wanted from you.

He shook his head. “I wanted to say that you did a good job with the presentation, I remember you saying you were nervous about not having anyone else up there with you a couple days ago.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, it was definitely worrying in the beginning, but I just had to remember that I’ve been up there before, and that I could do this.”

“I think you’re definitely better at public speaking than I am, if it’s any consolation,” he said, returning your smile and making you feel a little giddy inside. In addition to your friendship with him, you were harboring a little crush on him as well, as much as you tried to hide it. He was a superhero after all, and you knew he wasn’t going to be interested in someone who was essentially one of Nick Fury’s secretaries.

Right as you were about to respond, another voice cut into the conversation from across the room. “Hey Barton! We’re all going out to eat if you want to come, and you can bring your girlfriend too.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Girlfriend?”

Clint sighed and glared at Tony once more before responding. “I think he means you, seeing as his maturity never developed past the seventh grade.” The last half of his sentence was directed at the laughing billionaire standing in the doorway of the room.

“Whatever!” Tony said, then turned to address you more specifically. “We’re going to get Chinese food, you in?”

You smiled, but then scowled as you realized you couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I have another meeting I need to get to,” you said, turning to Clint. “Maybe another time?”

“Another time,” he said. “And maybe we could-”

“Barton!”

The archer heaved a sigh as Tony called his name, and you tried to hold back a giggle. “Alright I’m coming!” He offered you one final smile before leaving, and you waved at him, watching as he walked out with Tony to where the rest of the Avengers were likely waiting for him.

***

Your friends teased you quite a lot about your little crush, and you always tried to deny it, but deep down you just weren’t that good of an actor. The worst though, was when they would try to convince you that he felt the same way, because you had no interest in being lied to and it felt like they wouldn’t let the subject go sometimes. “Come on guys, just tell me the truth,” you would say. “It’s okay, I’ve accepted it.”

They would always shake their heads and tell you how delusional you were acting, but you were sure you were right. Even though Clint did occasionally pop into your office when he wasn’t needed and bring you coffee, and he was the one who occasionally invited you on Avengers outings (like the time they went to a nearby carnival, which you were not able to go but desperately wish you could have been there to watch Natasha and Clint absolutely kill it at the game booths), you still weren’t convinced that his relationship with you was anything more than platonic.

The next time you saw Clint, you were sitting at your desk and typing up some reports when there was a knock at the door and he stepped into the room. “Hey Y/N, do you have a minute?” he asked tentatively.

“I can always make time for you,” you said, smiling at him. “What do you need?”

“Oh I didn’t need anything in particular, I just came out of a meeting and I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’ve been pretty good today,” you said, smiling. “How is everyone else? I know Wanda was sick last week, is she okay?”

Your conversation was mostly that, smalltalk. It was hard to know what to say to him sometimes, and it didn’t help that your crush on him had only grown since the last time you spoke. Hearing Tony refer to you as Clint’s girlfriend really flipped that switch in your brain, because you had never really been bothered by your lack of relationship with him before, but now it just hurt to have people try and tell you that you and him would look nice together.

Eventually, you got on the topic of food. “Hey, have you eaten lunch yet?” he asked, and he smiled when you shook your head. “Because I’m starving, so did you want to get some pizza?”

“That sounds-” you started to say, but your phone started ringing before you could finish your sentence, and you cursed the device for its terrible timing. “Sorry, hold that thought for a moment. Hello?”

“Agent L/N, I need you down in my office immediately,” Nick Fury’s voice came through the phone. “We have a level 3 situation right now.”

“Okay, I’ll be down there as soon as I can,” you said before hanging up. You looked at Clint with an apologetic expression. “Actually, can I take a rain check on that pizza? I guess I am going to be busy today after all.”

Clint nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. We can definitely take a rain check, and I’ll have some pizza sent to your office a little later, okay?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that!”

“From what I could hear on that phone call, you may need it. Level 3 situations are never good.”

You laughed. “You’re probably right. And speaking of level 3 situations, I better go before I get another angry phone call.”

He nodded in response, and you quickly scurried down to Fury’s office, trying not to think about what might have happened if you had gotten lunch with him.

***

Two weeks had gone by since then, and you hadn’t seen Clint too often. Things had been quite busy around you, as more HYDRA bases began popping up in the surrounding states that you were in charge of researching and putting together files on. Your friends continued to tease you about Clint, and you made the mistake of telling them about the time that you almost got pizza together, and the comments only increased.

You kept looking for Clint in the halls of the building, even though you knew that what was left of SHIELD was operating in a completely different building of the compound that he and the Avengers occupied. It was silly, but you were hoping that if you saw him again you could actually go out to lunch, and maybe you could actually tell him how you felt.

But before that could happen, it seemed that your friends took matters into their own hands. One day Sara came into your office to tell you about an important meeting that would be held the next day, and said that you needed to look your best for it. She said she didn’t know what it was about, only that everyone needed to be dressed fancier than usual.

You should have realized it was some kind of trick right there, because you almost never had meetings that required some kind of elevated dress code, but you didn’t question it. Only to find out the next morning from another friend of yours that the meeting had been canceled, and you started to consider the possibility that there was never a meeting in the first place.

Other than that the day seemed pretty normal, but you were glad to go home when it was over. You had just gotten up from your desk when there was a knock at the door, and you watched as Clint walked in, wearing a nice dress shirt and holding a small bouquet of flowers. “Clint?” you asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been trying to ask you out for a while but the universe always seems to get in the way, so I reached out to your friends and had them set a little something up with me. Y/N I really like you, and according to Natasha it’s so obvious that even an idiot can tell, so would you want to go to dinner with me right now?”

Instantly, any resentment you had from being tricked into wearing nice clothes today was gone, and you nodded as Clint handed you the flowers. “I really like you too,” you said. “But I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“Oh I definitely do,” he said, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth as you put your jacket on. “And I am really hoping nothing ruins this night for us right now.”

You took his arm with a smile and you walked out to the car together, but right as you stepped outside the building, the sky opened up, and rain poured all around you as the two of you raced to his car. Ever the gentleman, Clint opened the side door for you to get in, but you had a little bit of a different idea. After reaching out and closing the door behind him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. It was like something out of a movie with the rain coming down all around you, and if any of your friends saw they’d definitely remark on your cheesiness, but you didn’t care one bit.

When you finally broke apart, you smiled at him. “I didn’t want the universe to ruin another moment for us either.”

Clint just laughed in response. “I’m definitely not complaining. Why don’t we skip the dinner reservation and watch a movie? We can stop at your place to get clothes for you, but I think it’s a stay at home on the couch kind of night, don’t you?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Normally a car ride while you were completely drenched head to toe would be absolutely excruciating, but your spirits were too high after kissing him to care one bit.

- the end -

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dreaminonao3 · 10 months

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ShieldShock - It’s Fourth of July Eve so make sure to leave some milk and cookies out for Captain America! (https://www.tumblr.com/strangelock221b/721866403707338752/its-fourth-of-july-eve-so-make-sure-to-leave-some)

Independence Eve (AO3)

“Tell him.”

Darcy ignored Friday and continued scrolling through recipes on her laptop. “If every woman in love with Steve lined up in the lobby, it’d stretch out the door and down the street.”

“But only one of those women is his best friend.”

That made her look up at Tony’s AI secretary. The redhaired hologram smirked at her but all she could do was groan in frustration. “Yeah, we’re besties, but that doesn’t give me an advantage. In fact, it’s a definite disadvantage – I’m ‘just’ his best friend, ‘one of the guys,’ whatever.”

Friday gave her a sympathetic smile. “You really don’t see it, do you?” Before Darcy could ask her to elaborate, the AI continued. “You’re coming to the party tomorrow at least, right? Steve’s 105th birthday will be his best yet. At least, if Tony has any say about it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Darcy said honestly. “I was going to start baking tonight so I won’t have to do it all tomorrow.”

“Excellent idea, I’ll leave you to it.” With that, Friday vanished.

Scrolling done, Darcy made her way to the kitchen to get started on the first batch of cookies. In the years since she and Jane had moved into Avengers Tower, Darcy had mastered her baking hobby and now every resident of the Tower had their favorite type of her cookies.

And since no two favorites are the same, I always end up making several dozen. Needing background noise, she turned the kitchen television to Hallmark and was reminded of its yearly Christmas in July programming. The child in the movie currently on was leaving cookies and milk out for Santa.

Darcy looked down at the newly-frosted cookies and couldn’t help a giggle. “Why not? He’ll never know.”

“You’re a lucky man, Capsicle,” Tony said later that evening. The original six Avengers and their significant others were having an impromptu Movie Night in the Starks’ apartment.

Steve was the only single person there, though he told himself it was fine. “What makes you say that, Tony?” he asked curiously.

Pepper squeezed her husband’s knee, a gesture all of them knew was a warning to Tony, just as they all knew he would ignore it. “You’ve got a gorgeous woman who can bake better than everyone on Food Network and the Great British Bake-Off combined waiting for you downstairs. Of course, you’re also a dumbass for not taking advantage of it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Darcy and I are just friends, why does everyone keep saying we should date?”

Bucky spoke up from his place on the sofa, Natasha curled up with him. “Because unlike you, the rest of us know a good thing when we see it. Darcy’s perfect for you.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Uh huh.”

It went on like that for the rest of the movie. When it was over, Clint and Laura suggested they make it a double-feature and Steve saw it as his chance to leave.

He was about to enter the elevator when Friday appeared beside him, smiling. “Hello, Captain.”

Steve smiled a bit. “Hello, Friday. Going down?”

She nodded then got onto the elevator with him. “There’s something I think you should see.”

Despite her relaxed demeanor, he was instantly on alert. “What is it?”

A screen appeared on the back wall of the elevator showing Darcy’s kitchen. The lady herself could be seen in the living room part of her open-concept main room, watching Bridgerton. In the kitchen, on the island, was a plate of sugar cookies with white frosting and red and blue sprinkles, and a glass of milk. Beside the food was a note. For Captain America.

Steve stared at the image then at Friday. “Is this a joke?”

“A little one,” Friday admitted, “but it’s Darcy’s, not mine. She was in a playful mood when she left those out for you. Darcy’ll eat them herself before she goes to bed but I can think of someone much better, can’t you?”

He couldn’t help a smile. “She’ll kick your ass for this, you know?”

Friday grinned. “Since I don’t have a physical ass, she’s more than welcome to try. Go on, Captain. Make her happy and put the rest of us out of our misery.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good luck.” She vanished.

Being best friends, Steve and Darcy had keys to each other’s apartments for emergencies. Technically, this isn’t an emergency, but I think she won’t mind. He quietly entered Darcy’s home and found her still watching Bridgerton, her back to him.

Steve smiled to himself as he walked soundlessly into the kitchen then took a seat at the island and helped himself to a cookie. The first delectable bite inspired a moan from him that was nearly obscene.

The sound startled Darcy and she jumped to her feet. Once she saw him, he’d swear she paled slightly. “Steve? What … what are you-”

Steve gave her his most charming grin. “These are for me, aren’t they?”

Darcy’s eyes widened then she glared at the ceiling. “WHAT THE HELL, FRIDAY?!”

“Don’t blame her,” he insisted gently. “She’s just trying to help.”

Darcy shook her head in exasperation as she approached the kitchen. “She’s still got a lot to learn about relationships.”

“I don’t know,” Steve drawled, “I think she’s got a good handle on them. She could see that we both wanted to be more than friends, after all.”

That surprised her. “We do?”

He grinned. “Well, I do. I assume you do too, from what everyone has been saying for the past few months.”

“Actually … it’s been longer than that.”

Steve’s grin widened. “Get yourself a glass of milk then you can tell me all about it.”

Darcy grinned back. “Does that mean you’ll share your cookies, Captain?”

“Why not? You already have my heart.”

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supernaturalgirl123 · 2 years

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I will always love you (A stony Oneshot)

If you would have told Steve and Tony 20 years ago that they would be living an apple pie life they’d say it was a crazy idea. Well… it was not entirely an apple pie life, sure they have been married for the past sixteen years and have a son who they both love with all their being, but they were far from perfect. For one, Tony still had to balance his personal life with his superhero life while still managing a billion dollar company, thank god for pepper who handled all the hard work for him and he only had to show up when she tells him and look pretty.

Steve was currently in the kitchen finishing cooking dinner, he had decided to go with lasagna and a side of green beans. Steve wore some casual black sweatpants and an S.I grey t shirt. “Honey I’m hooome!” He hears his husband says as the elevator door opens.In comes Tony, dressed in a well tailored maroon suit and some type of designer sunglasses with ‘Stark’ written on the side, probably prada.Steve honestly never understood his husband’s need to buy all these luxurious items and spoil him and Peter which Steve thought was cute but he was a far more simple man a “Grandpa with an untapped ass” as Tony would say.

“Welcome home babe.” Steve says softly as he serves the food, not paying attention to the nickname steve was already used to Tony giving him and even Peter a lot of different nicknames Which truly warmed his heart, this what he had always dreamt of and he still couldn’t Believe he had it. Tony walks up to Steve and wraps his arms around him, sneaking a hand to squeeze one of Steve’s gluts, planting a soft kiss on Steve’s cheek, which made Steve jerk slightly.

“What’s wrong Capsicle? Can’t I kiss my own husband after having a long day at work?” Tony says innocently, which obviously meant Tony knew exactly what he was doing.

Before Steve even had to reply a tall teenage boy comes into the kitchen, it was Peter. “Hey Dad what’s for dinner?” He says, before covering his eyes when he sees the position his dads were in. “Gross! You know you guys have a room for a reason right?” He said with a groan. As Steve lets out a chuckle.

“This is called a healthy marriage and looove Bambi, take notes. Ain’t that right Baby?” Tony says,rubbing his stubble on Steve’s neck, that tease he knew exactly what he was doing and what that did to Steve. To stop himself from getting excited with their son in front of them Steve pushes Tony away and shrugs, taking the plates to the table.

“Your pops is not wrong Peter, affection is definitely one of the fundamental parts of being in a relationship, of course next to trust but you’ll learn that when you’re older.” He says.

“See what ya did Pete? Now we gotta hear a lecture on true love. Courtesy of Dickens here.” Tony says jokingly, which causes both Peter and Steve to laugh. This is what Steve and Tony had always dreamt of, having the perfect family. Just as they were about to sit down JARVIS comes in. “Sirs, sorry to interrupt but there seems to be some extraterrestrial activity detected nearby.” He announces.

Steve nods. “Alright JARVIS, give us the details.” He says, making his way to their bedroom and changing into his captain America outfit.

“Aw come on, the food’s gonna be cold.” Tony whines before letting out a sigh as he listens to JARVIS go over the details of the mission once steve emerges from the room he is in full Captain America gear and damn if they didn’t have to save the world, Tony would drag Steve back into the bedroom for a sex marathon. “Damn Cap you sure it’s not desert time already?” He flirts, sending Steve a wink, which causes Steve roll his eyes and blush. “Tony.” He warns.

Tony holds your his hands in defeat. “I know, I know save the world first and then sexy time got it, promise I’ll be on my best behavior can’t say the same for my hands though, they tend to have a mind of their own.” He says playfully.

“Sorry, no Can do Bambi, the mission is far too dangerous and you’re still fifteen,” Tony says as he takes a bite from his food

“For two more weeks!” Peter protest crossing his arms and looking away from his dads

Tony gives Peter the look. “Yeah, well looks like you’ll have to wait two more weeks then.” He says, going over to the bar and serving himself a glass of brandy.

“Your pops is Right Pete, but I promise it will be worth the wait, you just gotta trust us ok?” Steve says stepping closer to Pete and kissing his forehead.

Peter pulls steve into a tight hug and closes his eyes for a second. “Just come back okay?” He said, with a sniffle, smiling when he feels Tony come over and wrap his arms around him from the other side. “And be careful, well.. as careful ad you can be.” Peter says.

“When are we not?” Tony said with a chuckle. “Anyway we should probably get going now, be good Pete, love you buddy.” He said, kissing the top of his son’s head and going holding up his hand to summon the Ironman armor.

“Love you Bud.we’ll be back I promise.” Steve said, kissing Pete’s forehead, before joining Tony and holding on to him once all his Ironman armor is on and he flies then out of the penthouse.

***

Five hours had past since his dad’s had left and Peter was pacing back and forth. He knew that Saving the world took time and that they weren’t going to come back for a while, but it still made him nervous, there was something inside of him that told him something was wrong but he couldn’t put his finger on it and that only made Peter’s anxiety go up, it was just supposed to be a quick come and go mission, they were supposed to be back a while back.

“If you keep pacing like that you’re gonna disturb the downstairs neighbors kid.” Natasha said with a chuckle, which makes Pete laugh. Steve and Tony had ask Natasha to come over and watch Peter while they went on the mission which she happily agreed to.

Peter lets out a sigh and plops down next to bat on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just worried about them aunt Nat. I mean- I know they do this all the time and it’s their job but I- I’m scared. I don’t want to loose them.” He says with a frown.

Natasha gives Peter a reassuring smile and pulls him closer to her. “Come here Kid. Look Peter, your dads are strong, they will come back don’t worry, they always do right?” She says, mainly trying to convince herself, Nat was worried for Tony and Steve but she knew she had to be strong for Peter, someone had to be strong for him, Peter was like a fragile flower in her eyes and she hated seeing him upset.

Peter sighs and nods, he is snapped out of his thoughts when The news come on the tv and the front headline is “Captain America hospitalized after major injury in alien encounter.” Peter clenches his fist for a second and stands up. “See? I knew something was wrong! I have to go see him.” Peter says already making his way to the door.

Nat stands in front of him and crosses her arms, blocking his way. “You know I can’t let you do that Pete, your dads made me promise to keep you here no matter what.” She said sternly, giving Peter the look.

“How Can you say that after what we just saw? Don’t you care that he’s hurt! That’s my Dad I have to go see him please move out of my way aunt Nat.” Peter says, but Natasha wasn’t budging, not moving from her position.

“Look Peter I get that you’re worried and that you just want to see your Dad and make sure he’s okay, but Steve is strong he will pull through and will come back in the morning like he promised. And it won’t do him any good if we just show up at the hospital.” Nat says, trying to keep Peter calm.

“You just don’t get it Aunt Nat!” Peter says going to his room and locking himself in his room, plopping down on his bed and crying himself to sleep.

The next morning Peter is awaken by a bright light shining through his face and JARVIS’s voice. “Good morning sir, your father is awaiting you for dinner.” He says, which makes Pete perk up. “Dad is out of the hospital?” Peter asks with excitement and hope in his tone.

“No I’m sorry sir. Captain Rogers remains hospitalized, I was referring to your other father.” JARVIS explains.

Peter frowns and sighs, plopping back down on bed. “Tell Pops I’m not hungry. Can you give me any updates on Dad?”

“I apologize sir I am afraid I can not disclose that information with you, per orders of Mr.Stark.” JARVIS says which makes Peter punch his pillow and burry his face into it, letting out a frustrating scream, he is sick of everyone hiding stuff from and acting like he’s a little kid, he just had to make sure his Dad was okay.

“Well that’s one way to wake up, Jesus Bambi you sound like a banshee.” Tony says, rubbing his ears. He was sitting in a chair across Peter’s room while looking something at his Stark pad.

Peter sighs and turns on his back, staring at the floor. “How’s dad? And why can’t I know how he’s doing?” He asks

“Look Pete, I get you’re worried and you just want to make sure he’s alright but I promise you, I’m doing this for your own good, to keep you safe.” Tony says.

Peter lets out a frustrated groan and clenched his first. “Fuck You!, you just don’t get it pops, I’m not a kid anymore that needs protecting, I can make my own decisions and keeping this from me, that’s my Dad for fucks sake and everyone is acting like it’s not a big deal and I Just don’t get it!” He says

“Hey! Listen to me Peter, you don’t think I know how you feel? I was there Steve is my husband! I’ve spent nearly twenty years with him by my side everyday, It hurts me as much as it hurts you not being able to see him in the kitchen cooking us breakfast, or to hear his laugh but that doesn’t give you the right to talk to me that way.” Tony says, he was never good at keeping his cool, that was more of Steve’s forte, so he wasn’t sure what to say to Pete to comfort him, but he was not going to be disrespected like that by his own son.

Peter frowns, feeling terrible for lashing out at his pops, he was right, this hurt him too and they should stick together as a family and Peter being a bratty was there last thing he probably needed. Peter looks over at Tony as he stands up and goes towards the door. “Pops wait.. I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I just don’t want to loose him.” He said with a frown, feeling tears start to roll down his eyes.

Tony sighs and walks towards Peter, taking a seat next to him and pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay bambi, let it all out. I’m here for you. Your dad will pull through, I know he will.” He said.

Peter sobs into Tony’s chest for a couple of minutes before pulling himself together. “You’re right, again I’m sorry for snapping at you, I didn’t mean any of it I love you pops.” Peter says.

Hearing that made Tony’s anger melt away, he could never stay mad at Peter for long. “It’s Alright, all forgiven, now come with me to the living room and close your eyes I have a surprise for you.” Tony says.

Peter smiles weakly at him and nods. “Okay but it better not be a porn magazine again, or Dad will kill You.” He said jokingly.

“Hey! Not my fault your dad can’t appreciate true art.” Tony says with a grin. “Now come on up you go Bambi,” he says.

Peter lets out a groan. “Poops.” He says, before getting up and closing his eyes. Tony grabs his arm and leads him outside of his room. “Alright you can open them now.” Tony said, as soon as Peter opens his eyes his eyes go wide and happy tears start to room down his face, Steve was standing in front of them I some sweatpants and a grey t shirt with an arm cast on his left arm. “Dad!” Peter says excitedly, going over to hug him. “You’re okay.”

Steve chuckled and smiles, hugging Peter back the best he could, kissing the top of his head. “Hey buddy. Told ya I’d come back. I never break my promises.” He says, pulling away from the hug and going back to surfing down on the couch.

Peter turns to his pops. “When did he get out of the hospital?” He asked, cleaning his face.

“This morning, I went to go pick him up, your pops wanted it to be a surprise.” He hears Natasha’s voice come from the kitchen. Peter goes over to her and pulls her into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry about yesterday aunt Nash, I know you were also hurting.” Peter says softly to which Natasha edges her hands dismissively.

“Eh. Don’t worry about it kid. I’ve been called worse, remember? I’m a retired spie. Besides you’re still my favorite nephew.” She says, ruffling his hair.

“Aren’t I your only nephew?” Peter says, to which Nat doesn’t answer and shoves a piece of toast In her mouth.

Peter chuckled and shakes his head, letting out a groan as he sees his Dads making out on the couch. “Seriously? I’m gonna need some bleach on my eyes now. ” He said.

Tony lets out a laugh as he pulls away from the kiss and stands up. “Come one Bambi, I have another surprise for you.” He said, heading for the elevator.

Peter raises an eyebrow but gives Steve one last look to make sure he was alright. Steve gives him a nod, as if telling him to go. Peter gets in the elevator. “JARVIS to the shop” he hears Tony say as the elevator close. When they arrive to the shop Peter looks around and grins, it was so cool to see all the different Ironman and Captain America suits were there all which were made by his pops.

“I was thinking about what you said before we left for our mission. And your Dad and I had a very long talk and we decided that you’re right. You’re not a kid anymore, you’re almost sixteen and maybe it would be a good idea to start your training.” Tony says.

Peter’s eyes go wide I surprise and he jumps excitedly. “Really? Yess finally!.” He says excitedly. Watching as Tony presses some buttons and then a suit design appears.

“But first you need a superhero name and a suit. Wanna do the honors?” Tony says, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Peter nods and moves some of the holographic designs wrong until he was satisfied with it. It was a red and blue suit with a spider in the middle. “ I think I’ll call myself Spider-Man.” Peter says.

“Spider-Man.I like it, it bi k it suits you perfectly.” Tony says with a happy grin as he looks at the suit his son had designed. In that moment Tony knew that their son was going to be one of the best superheroes one day and he couldn’t be any prouder.

The end.

#marvel #stony fic #superdadsau #oneshot #captain america #iron man

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ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok · 2 years

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random question for you, but do you think ppl go too far sometimes while ribbing characters they supposedly like? i feel like when i was in the mcu fandom more ppl would always do this to steve (and probs still do even though he's not present as much). or am i oversensitive lol idk

Here's the thing, Anon, even if you are oversensitive that doesn't mean people don't take things too far. There's a sketch comedy troupe I'm a fan of and one of the members once said something along the lines of, "Maybe I am too sensitive, but some people could stand to be more sensitive." As someone who’s been told many times that I’m too sensitive, I think that’s something people should consider.

By definition, ribbing is supposed to be good-natured and I think this fandom often forgets that part and comes off very mean-spirited instead. Not just with Steve either, though he gets it a lot. Scott is frequently on the receiving end of this stuff. Like, there are so many (too many) posts I’ve seen where I think, “Where’s the joke? You said there’d be a joke.” But really the punchline can be summed up as “Scott’s such an idiot, lol. He can’t even open a door, hurr hurr.” It’s not funny or clever, it’s just mean. Not to mention lazy.

There’s also the issue of certain characters always being cast as, frankly, bullies by the fandom. A while back I saw a bunch of posts (that I wish I knew where to find now) about how Sam in particular is often written as an asshole in headcanons and stuff, especially within his dynamic with Bucky. Which is something that, in addition to being out of character and shitty in general, is probably more than a little racist at its roots.

It also doesn’t help that a sizeable portion of the fandom (and maybe this has to do with age/experience) doesn’t appear to know the difference between nicknames and insults. When the foundation is people who think shit like Capsicle, Manchurian Candidate, and Piss-ant are just funny, uwu nicknames and not the insults they are (and needlessly cruel ones, at that), it’s not surprising that characters end up lumped into groups as either the constant butt of jokes or the bullies. Even if that’s not what people are actively trying to do or what they think they’re doing, it contributes to it anyway.

And for the record, my issue isn’t that people are gonna hurt a fictional character’s feelings. Obviously, that’s silly and impossible. It’s that... this is the internet and not only does the internet often foster environments where people bend to the worst, meanest parts of themselves, but it also rewards that behavior. Just look at Twitter. Lord knows, I look back at things I’ve said online and thought, “The fuck? That was needlessly harsh.” I just think we all should try to be mindful of the energy we put out into the world and how that ends up shaping spaces we’re in. Because trust me, even things that start out, genuinely, as jokes and ribbing can become pointed over time and help turn a fandom so toxic that it becomes inhospitable.

I don’t know if this is the kind of answer you wanted, but it’s where my brain went. Heh. Thanks for the message!

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hey! I have a request. How about reader giving loki treats all the time like marshmallows or rice krispies, etc so loki is really nice towards them because of it and every avenger is confused about the whole scene. 🤗🤗❤

Ahaha loki definitely would have a sweet tooth 🥺💚

Sweet Tooth

When Loki came to live at the avengers compound he was like a ferocious kitten, ready to pounce and scratch anyone who would even dare to look at him for longer than a few seconds. People only looked at him if they had a death wish.

Tony tried to involve him in his science projects which Loki gladly accepted because he loves science, it's the same as magic but as soon as tony tried to befriend him and chat up to him like an old pal, Loki took the robot they built together and broke it in half then locked him in his lab for a few hours.

Steve asked him to spar with him in order to get close to him but when he asked if he wanted to go out with other avengers for a round of drink, Loki quickly froze him into a capsicle again and then forgot for a few hours.

Bruce and Natasha never even tried to get close to him after that incident and Thor knew it was all futile for them to try to befriend his aloof brother.

So Imagine their surprise when They all found him giggling and laughing like a schoolgirl cheerleading. He was sitting with you on the couch in the living room while you two watched a movie together. You fed him a piece of pop tart from your hand, which he accepted like a little child.

"Is he drunk?" Tony questioned as they all spied from a distance so Steve shook his head.

"No I think he's high" Natasha said and Bruce nodded in agreement.

But Thor could tell that something else was developing here. As soon as Loki sensed their prying eyes, the scowl on his face returned, he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. Then he pouted a little, looking like a grumpy cat. When you noticed the change in his demeanor, you smiled, then you saw the other avengers approaching you two. Loki actually looked like the Gru from despicable me and that made you want to squeeze his cheeks. He got up from the couch, smiled as he looked at you and then left for his room.

"Wait, how did you get him to smile like that? " Tony asked you, so you just shrugged but Thor kept looking at you intently.

The other day they watched you two sharing rice krispies while he helped you cook in the kitchen. Again he was squealing like he has never done before as he munched on the crispy treat. They could never understand what you were doing for him to be so friendly with you. They were baffled by his willingness to spend time with you.

"You want a reese's my sweet boy?" You asked him as you both cleaned and redecorated his room a little, he never allowed anyone to enter his precious chamber as he called it. Only you were allowed to get in there.

"Yes please and thank you" he skipped on his steps to get to you and then you fed a piece of resse's. You watched him hum as the succulent treat melted in his mouth and it made you so happy. He's the most adorable being you have ever known in your life

When you met him the first time, he gave you the same treatment he gave everyone else, he glared at you and tried to make you get out of his way but then his eyes glanced at the wrapper of flavoured marshmallows you held in your hand and he couldn't stop looking at it. He looked up at you as you popped one in your mouth then looked at the wrapper again.

"You want to try this?" You asked him as you offered him one and he shook his head then he got visibly upset.

"You mere mortal, How dare you offer me this deficient, rubbish, scrapy -" Before he could finish his sentence you shoved a piece inside his mouth with a little force, he glared at you as you dared to commit such insolence but as soon as he felt the marshmallow melting in his mouth his eyes softened, his expressions changed and he hummed in glee.

And that's when you knew you had discovered the Kryptonite that brought the aloof god of mischief to his knees. Not literally but you know. He slowly started to warm up to you, you always treated him with something new and something delicious, he had a sweet tooth and you made full use of that knowledge. The more time he spent with you, the more open and comfortable he got with you. The more you fed him those scrumptious little treats, the more he decided that he actually liked this mortal. Really really liked this little mortal.

One day when you went to the dining area for breakfast, you noticed Steve, Tony, Bruce and Natasha were there with a variety of sweet treats, indulging and enjoying while Loki just sat there glaring at them. He huffed and fumed once in a while. You sat down next to him and held his hand underneath the table and his eyes softened instantly. He must really want those treats but he was never going to ask.

"Nat, can you pass me the cake please?" You asked Natasha and she passed you the cake so you cut two big sized pieces off it and put them on your plate

"I'm gonna enjoy this in my room" you got up and loki looked at you, pleading with his puppy eyes to take him with you

"Loki? I have that book you ordered, come I'll give it to you" you told him and he understood your signal.

Then you walked out and Loki stood up and cleared his throat then he proceeded to follow you, but then he turned around and looked at all of them.

"I appreciate you all trying to lure me into befriending you all with delicious treats"

Everyone smiled as they looked at him, thinking that they finally must have figured out a way to talk to him.

"But it's not just the sweets that makes me want to be her friend and be around her"

He glared at them as he said that, but his cheeks flushed cherry pink as he confessed. Then he turned around and left, leaving them to contemplate over this new piece of information.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Elsa's Solo

Loki x plus size reader

Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Loki serenades the object of his affections

Warnings: this is legit all fluff

WC: 2.2k

Minors DNI

It was a well-known fact that Tony Stark loved to give people nicknames. It was where his true genius lay. His go to was ‘capsicle’ purely because of the exasperated eye roll he received from Steve Rogers every time he said it. But his newest nickname was quickly becoming a favourite.

“Elsa!” Loki sighed and slumped into the chair he had perched himself on as some kind of way to avoid the billionaire. “No matter how many times you call me that, I will not understand what you are talking about.” “You really need to get with the times Reindeer Games. Why don’t you ask your girlfriend? She loves Disney.”

If Frost Giants could blush, the god’s face would’ve been as red as a Midgardian tomato. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He grumbled. “Yeah yeah but I’ve definitely seen you leaving her room in the morning. Loki and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…” Tony’s voice faded into the kitchen where Sam picked up the tune and belted it, much to Loki’s annoyance.

Loki’s crush on the newest Avenger was simultaneously the most irritating and sweetest thing ever. He practically had heart eyes every time he saw her, which was incredibly infuriating on missions where he couldn’t stop watching her plump body in the curve-hugging kevlar that made up her suit. But on the other hand, Thor had never seen his brother this soft. He had a smile on his face while they were together, the usual anger and hatred burning behind his eyes reduced to a dull flame that threatened to die at any moment.

She was the first person to defend him if something went wrong, comforted him if he had nightmares, and cooked for him. And he in turn would read to her on rainy days, help her through her anxiety, and of course train her (his ultimate goal was to get her to stab Thor as a prank). They were perfect opposites, where he was hard and sharp, she was soft and round (both literally and figuratively). Loki had fallen for her the moment she had slapped him for the attack on New York before hugging him with an apology and running away. He stood there shocked while his brother clapped him on the back. “Don’t fret brother, she is always like that.”

Another song picked up, breaking through Loki’s day dreaming. “Let it gooooooo! Let it goooo! Can’t hold it back any moooooooore!” The grating sound of the men singing was quickly getting on Loki’s nerves but before he could yell at them, another voice joined, one that was far more beautiful than anyone else’s.

Y/N was standing in the kitchen, wearing an overly large shirt probably stolen from one of the larger Avengers and tiny shorts that wrapped around her thick thighs tightly, making them pop out even more. Her eyes were shut as she sang along with the boys, hand held to her heavy chest. Even as she belted, a sound Loki absolutely loved, she was smiling brightly, e/c eyes twinkling with happiness.

As the song came to a close, she was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, leaning against Sam. “When did you guys get so fun?” She asked through the giggles. “When we make fun of Loki.” Tony answered confidently but a swift crack made him yelp. “Don’t do that!” “I get to slap you if you were being mean.”

“I wasn’t even being that mean!” He grumbled as he walked back through the living room, rubbing the back of his head. Y/N walked in behind him. “It doesn’t matter tones. You’re mean to everybody and I don’t like it.” She winked at Loki, continuing to berate the genius. “Come on! It’s just friendly teasing! You’re starting to sound like Capsicle.” “Alright, I’ll cut a deal with you. If you don’t stop teasing Loki, I’ll tell Pepper about Toronto.”

Tony’s brown eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” They glared at each other for a solid minute before a fearful look came over him. “Alright, fine. But I won’t stop the nicknames, they are the source of my power.” She thought for a second before nodding and they shook hands, Tony going off to sulk in his lab for a bit.

Y/N planted herself on the chair next to the god, still keeping a respectful distance, something she had always done so she wouldn’t make Loki uncomfortable but he craved to touch her. “So what do you want to do today?” Her smile returned as she looked at him, sending a whole torrent of butterflies flying in his stomach. “I was just going to do some reading. Unless y-you want to do something.” He cursed his almost imperceptible stutter.

She giggled and his heart stopped. “I would looove a lazy day today. Cap has been training me way too hard. Wanna watch a movie with me?” Loki gave a little nod, letting his raven hair fall in front of his face to hide the slight shy smile that came over his thin lips at the question.

“Ok! Let me get some snacks and we’ll meet in my room in about ten minutes.” “Wait wait. What happened in Toronto?” “Ok I’ll only tell you cause you’re my favourite.” Y/N bent over, lips coming close enough to his ear that he could feel her warm breath tickle his neck. “He lost an eating contest to me and had to give me his black credit card. I bought a castle, a very very expensive one.” A chuckle rumbled through his chest

Nine minutes and 45 seconds later, Loki stood outside her highly decorated door, fiddling with the hoodie and sweatpants that she had bought for him a couple weeks after he moved into the tower. “I’m a god, I shouldn’t be this nervous for a human.” Taking a deep breath and steadying his shaking hands, he opened the door to reveal the girl, laid back on her bed, thick legs completely exposed, shirt clinging perfectly to her round stomach and breasts. “Nope I was wrong. She’s perfect.” He gulped and moved forward, perching on the edge of the bed, hand spreading over the soft, flower covered duvet.

“You can get closer if you want, I don’t bite. Much.” The god shuffled back to the headboard, swinging his long legs onto the bed, his thigh almost touching hers. “So any ideas about what you wanna watch?” “Stark said something earlier that I should ask you about. What is an Elsa?” Y/N couldn’t help but giggle as he tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“Not what Loki, who. Elsa is a Disney character from a film. She has ice powers, that’s why Tony calls you that.” “Oh.” His face fell. He was never like this with anyone else, always putting on a mask for everyone but her. “Oh no it’s not bad. Elsa’s actually an awesome character. I can prove it if you want.” “Sure.”

As the next Disney movie ended (something she had called Tangled), Loki understood her obsession with these films. A happy ending, comforting characters, not to mention the love story where the couple overcomes all odds. A sudden weight on his broad shoulder startled him. Y/N was asleep, her breaths even, heart calm. The god couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at her. God she was so beautiful, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and after everything he had done, she trusted him enough to share her secrets and even sleep on him.

The moment when she sighed and snuggled closer, big, soft arm wrapping around his middle to keep him in place, the heat of her body warming him, he knew he had to tell her how he felt. He just didn’t know how.

“Stark, I need your help.” “I’m sorry, did I just have a stroke or did the great Reindeer Games ask me for help?” Tony spun around on his swivel chair, pen in his mouth, legs crossed, huge smug grin on his face. “I find myself unable to properly…” He faltered, avoiding the billionaire’s gaze, “…express myself to a certain person that I wish to be honest to.”

“Oh are you now~” He gestured to another seat by the lab bench, elbows falling to his knees so he could listen to the god, contemplating how he was going to mess with him. Loki fit himself onto the stool, long legs bending to sit comfortably. “Lemme guess, this has to do with our little miss sunshine?”

Blue-green eyes avoided his gaze. “Alright, I’ll help but only because I’m a sucker for lost causes and it would mean I win a lot of money. We’ve had a betting pool on which one of you would make the first move since you basically tripped over yourself when you saw her at the first gala you went to.” Tony waved off the obvious question. “Now, I’ve got one question for you, can you sing?”

Y/N was relaxing in the library, cuddled underneath the huge green blanket she had crocheted for Loki a few months before, as she read a book she randomly pulled off of a shelf. Snow silently drifted down outside, the city was quiet and she was content to remain here. Of course, she would love to be in her room watching movies with a certain god but he had been avoiding her for days and she was determined to find out why. So she was going to corner him in his favourite place.

Just as her eyes began to flutter shut, soothed by the scent of books and warmth, a large hand laid itself on her shoulder. “Hi there.” She muttered. Loki just smiled, palm moving up so he could cradle her jaw, thumb rubbing the apple of her cheek. “Come, I have something to show you.”

Their hands nestled against each other, his own engulfing hers as he guided her out of the room but kept the blanket wrapped around her. The halls were empty, quite unusual for a Wednesday afternoon, yet she could not bring herself to care, not when her skin prickled from Loki’s touch and he so carefully led her forward, making sure that she did not fall behind or stumble.

Her breath came out in little puffs of fog as they stepped into the winter air. The snow had stopped, leaving great mounds of ugly grey slush in its wake. Loki turned so they were standing face to face, bringing both of her hands to his lips so he could kiss the back of them, sending a shiver down her spine. “Wait here dove.”

He smirked as she looked up at him with big doe eyes, always filled with such wonder. “Trust me.” He placed one last kiss to her skin before bundling her back up in the green fabric and stepping away, inhaling the crisp air to calm his wildly beating heart.

The prince extended his arms outwards, palms facing the dark sky. Snow began to swirl once more, the winds picking up as more snow gathered. As grey slowly turned to white but her attention was captured by the god. His voice was clear through the howling winds, his words striking a cord in her heart, tears gathering in her waterline as she listened to him serenade her.

All those days, chasing down a daydream

All those years living in a blur

All that time never truly seeing

Things, the way they were

Now she’s here shining in the starlight

Now she’s here suddenly I know

If she’s here, it’s crystal clear

I’m where I’m meant to be

Loki stepped back to her, taking her trembling body into his arms, tilting her chin upwards so their eyes could meet. He wiped away her tears as he continued, the power of his voice rumbling through her chest, each word piercing her heart.

And at last I see the light

And it’s like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it’s like the sky is new

And it’s warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything is different

Now that I see you

The last words had barely faded into the breeze when Y/N’s arms were thrown over his shoulders, blanket slipping off, and she brought his lips to hers in a desperate kiss, one that had been brewing for months. Loki hugged her tightly to him, large hands cupping her plump body, head tilting to deepen the embrace.

As they reluctantly broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, no more words needing to be spoken except whispered declarations of their love, being swallowed by the snow.

Bonus:

The Avengers stood on one of the balconies of the compound watching as the lovers smiled brightly in the dunes of white. “Well Tony got him to sing.” Natasha reluctantly handed over the wad of cash to the genius.

“It didn’t take too much convincing if I’m being honest. I’m just that great.” He smirked, collecting money from each of the heroes.

“Hey do you think we should break them up, I don’t want any mini Lokis running around anytime soon.” Sam pointed out the way that the two were now pulling at their clothes, even in the bitter cold. “Oi! Keep it PG!”

They threw themselves away from each other and glared up at them, Y/N showing a choice finger as she grabbed Loki and pulled him back inside.

Thor chuckled at their antics, glad his brother had finally found his princess.

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rendevousz · 3 years

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sick

avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

–

school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

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💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺

Infant Issues

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warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂

“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.

She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.

“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.

“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.

The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“

“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.

“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.

“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.

This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.

“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms.

“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.

"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.

"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.

He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”

“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”

“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."

"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.

"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.

"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."

"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.

"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.

"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.

"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.

As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.

"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.

"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.

In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.

"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."

"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.

"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.

Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."

"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”

"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”

He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.

"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.

"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"

"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."

"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the

"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"

"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"

Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-

The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.

“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”

“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.

“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.

Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.

“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”

“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”

“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”

“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”

“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”

“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.

“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”

Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.

“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.

“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”

“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”

“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,

“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”

“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.

“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”

A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.

“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”

“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.

“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”

“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”

“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.

“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...

“I, am Noobmaster69.”

“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.

“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.

“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.

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Plum Cobbler

Steve x Barnes!reader, Bucky x platonic!reader

Summary: What happens when Steve confronts the woman who's been sitting outside the compound every Saturday for a month?

Warnings: mentions parental death, some cursing

Word Count: 6315

a/n: This really took on a mind of its own. I was going to make it a series, but I feel like this is the whole story.

Masterlist

Nervous didn't even begin to describe how you were feeling. Sitting in your car, just outside of the entrance gate to the Avenger's compound was never somewhere you thought you'd be. Not until two months ago, when you found your grandmas old scrapbooks.

Of course, you don't know how to get inside. Honestly, you should have seen this coming. Why would just anyone be able to walk up to their door?

"Who are you?" The sudden question startled you, causing you to jump and hit your head on the roof of your car. You turned to look at the source of the voice, shrinking under her watchful gaze.

The one and only Natasha Romanoff was standing outside your car, glaring at you as if she was ready to drop everything to take you out.

"Oh, um. My name is Y/N L/N. I just wanted to talk to Bucky..." Her glare only grew stronger as you revealed why you were there.

"Barnes doesn't talk to strangers." Before you could explain why, she was gone. You watched her walk into the compound until she wasn't in your view anymore.

"Well, that went horribly." You mumbled to yourself. Now what? Should you just sit there until someone else comes out? Will anyone come out?

"So who is she?" Clint asked as soon as Nat got back inside.

"Why is she here?" Sam added on.

"Said her name is Y/N L/N, and she wants to talk to Bucky." Nat rolled her eyes.

"Friday, run a background check on F/N L/N." Tony asked of the AI. "What? You can never be too careful, and people shouldn't know how to get here." He explained given the questioning looks from the rest of the group.

"Y/N L/N, 27, daughter of the deceased Kathleen and Grant L/N. She owns a bookstore in Brooklyn, passed down through her family. No criminal record." Friday responded quickly.

"Sounds normal enough, probably a fan?" Tony suggested, looking around the room.

"A persistent one. She's been here for hours." Steve looked out the window, still seeing your car just outside the gate. "How did she find the entrance?"

Everyone shared similar looks, unsure how a seemingly normal civilian found the gate.

"Excellent question, Capsicle. Friday, got any ideas?" Tony, as usual, turned to the AI for answers.

"Based on GPS data from her car, she drove around upstate New York for eight hours every Saturday for the last 6 weeks until she came across the side road leading to the compound."

"Either she's really good at looking normal, or she's just normal." Nat added on, still slightly suspicious.

"Well, she just left. I guess we're not getting any answers today." Steve said from his position still looking out the window.

You came back every Saturday for a month. You didn't know if anything would come of it, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. After your parent's deaths, you thought you had no family left. Finding out you were related to Bucky gave you a lifeline. Something to cling to when you felt alone.

So far, nobody else had come to talk to you. You didn't even know if Bucky knew you were there for him.

The fifth Saturday, you pulled your car up to the gate at 9 am, sticking to your makeshift schedule of waiting outside for the entire day. They had to at least be curious as to why you kept coming back.

Unfortunately for you, the weather upstate today was not the same as the weather in Brooklyn.

Around 10:30, it started to rain. Just a sprinkling, nothing you couldn't handle.

You listened to music, read, ate the lunch you packed, played games on your phone, anything to pass the time. You weren't going to force your way inside, but you were definitely going to show that you were interested.

Typically, you would leave at 5:30. It gave you enough time to drive home and heat up dinner, plus you had to check in on your cat.

Today, however, was a different story. Around 5:15, it started pouring. Sheets of water were coming down around you, completely cutting off any visibility through the windshield.

You figured you'd just wait out the rain, but when it didn't let up by 6, you were getting nervous.

"She's still here." Steve walked into the kitchen, announcing his news to the room.

"I'm not surprised. It's not exactly peak driving conditions out there." Sam easily responded, glancing out the window.

"Aren't you the least bit curious as to why?" Steve asked again, pushing the same conversation as always.

Nearly everyone in the room rolled their eyes, sick of repeating the same things.

"Look, we figured if we ignored her, she'd eventually stop. Clearly, that might not be working. If you're so curious, feel free to go ask her." Tony gave in, eager to move on from the discussion of you.

Steve contemplated his choices for all of 2 seconds before grabbing an umbrella and walking down the driveway.

You had your head leaned back against the headrest, eyes closed, listening to the rain. Of course you would get stuck here. Why didn't you ever check the weather?

You shrieked when a knock sounded on your passenger side window, not having expected anyone, especially in the rain.

Mr. America himself pointed to the door, gesturing for you to unlock it. You sat up quickly, rushing to hit the unlock button.

He quickly opened the door, shutting his umbrella and lowering himself into the small car.

You were utterly speechless. After your brief encounter with Natasha, you didn't really expect anyone to come talk to you.

Sure, you came back every week, but it was more so to fill the lonely hours you would have normally spent with your parents at the bookstore.

You had other employees to run the shop on Saturdays, allowing you to come here instead.

"Why are you here?" He sounded more curious than anything. Clearly he didn't perceive you as a threat, which was good because you had zero fighting experience.

"To talk to Bucky." Your voice was quiet, unsure how much you should share.

"I know that. Why?" He had fully turned in his seat to look at you, his large frame filling nearly the entire car.

"Well, I found something a few months ago that I thought he should know." You stuttered through your response, mildly intimidated by the man in front of you.

"And that something is?" He questioned further, genuinely curious as to what you want to tell his best friend.

You hesitated, eyes flitting around the car, looking at anything but him. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before speaking again.

"Look, if you ever want to actually talk to him, you should tell me. Buck's been through hell, he won't just talk to anyone. Especially if he has no reason to."

During your conversation, the rain finally let up. You decided to take that as a sign.

"Can I show you something?" You finally looked him in the eye, nearly forgetting why you were even here at the sight of his bright blue eyes.

"Is it the reason you've been out here every Saturday for over a month?" He joked with you, helping to calm your nerves.

You nodded in response, unsure if you could even speak while still looking into his eyes.

"Then please."

You tore your eyes from his face, throwing the car into reverse and backing out of the spot you've claimed as your own. You turned around, heading back to your apartment in Brooklyn.

"Wha- where are we going?" He's clearly surprised by your actions, but he doesn't seem worried.

"I'm going to show you what I found, and hopefully you'll let me talk to Bucky." You paused for a minute, thinking. "Although, really I guess it should be his choice. Maybe you can just give him a message for me, and if he doesn't want to talk I'll leave you all alone."

The idea of never getting to know Bucky, you're only remaining family, hurts, but it's got to be his decision.

Steve just nods in response, still slightly wary of your reasons for wanting to talk to Bucky.

When you're a few minutes away from your apartment, you decide to give him some context.

"You probably already know a lot about me, but let me explain a few things." He silently nods, encouraging you to continue.

"My parents died three and a half months ago." You immediately felt like crying, but did your best to hold it in. Of course, Steve didn't miss the break in your voice. "It was a car accident. The weather was bad. They lost control of the car. They were both pronounced dead on the scene." You parked the car, turning slightly to look at him.

"They were the only family I've ever had, and the were both just gone." You turned and opened the car door, taking a moment to wipe the tears from your eyes. You gestured for him to follow you, locking the car and heading inside your apartment building.

"We were really close. I spent every Saturday at the bookstore with them." You wiped the tears again as the elevator doors closed.

You didn't chance looking at Steve, knowing you would break down at the look of pity.

"I had to go through the stuff at their house. You know, decide what to bring here, what to put in storage, what to get rid of. I found some old scrapbooks, I think from my great grandma."

You lead him into your apartment, locking the door and immediately heading to the kitchen to feed your cat. After you set down the food, you moved to the couch. You had the scrapbooks on the coffee table, having taken every opportunity to look through them.

"I never knew her. My parents didn't talk about her either, I'm not sure if they knew who she was. Her name was Rebecca." You waited a beat, to see if he would understand. When he remained quiet, you handed him one of the books, open to a page with a picture of Steve, Bucky, and Rebecca. "Rebecca Barnes."

You waited again, letting the information sink in for him. After a few minutes he smiled.

"I remember this day." He looked at you, a wide smile on his face. "It was a few days before Bucky was enrolled. We had a picnic." He continued to reminisce, looking through the other pictures in the scrapbook.

"Maybe it's selfish, maybe he won't want to know me, but when I found out I had more family, I wanted to find him." Again, tears pooled in your eyes. "I, I just don't want to be alone."

Steve's smile faltered as he realized what you've been going through, and how you've been doing it alone.

"Hey, I'm sure he'll want to talk to you." He reached out to place a hand on your arm, trying to comfort you.

"Really?" Your eyes were still watery, but a small smile grew on your face.

"I think so. Bucky was really close with his sister when we were young." This time, Steve's eyes grew watery, memories of his youth playing through his mind.

You couldn't take the sight of him being sad, so you pulled him into a hug. He came willingly, letting you bury your face in his chest. He lowered his head so it was overtop of yours, relishing in the comfort of your hug.

You pulled away a few minutes later, not wanting to overstep, but the feeling of his arms around your waist didn't let you go far.

"Thank you for coming out to my car." You laughed, trying to lighten the mood. His face was so close to yours, you could make out the individual shades of blue in his eyes.

"Thank you for sharing your story with me." He whispered back, not wanting to break the moment.

You're not sure how long you would've stayed like that, but a loud crack of thunder jolted you apart.

"What the-" You mumbled, walking over to the window to look outside. Steve followed close behind you, also curious about the weather.

It was now pouring, lightning and thunder cracking overhead.

"I guess the storm followed us to Brooklyn." He joked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess so." You looked at the clock, taking in the late hour.

Steve must've followed your line of sight, because he spoke up. "It's getting late, I should probably go."

You immediately shook your head, your fear of travelling in bad weather shining through. "I can't let you leave when it's like this. It's not safe. You, um, you can stay here tonight. You can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch." You grew more confident as you kept talking.

"I couldn't impose like that." Steve shook his head, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"Steve, it's not safe to travel when it's raining like that. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you." Your voice grew tighter, trying not to flashback to the day your parents died.

Steve seemed to realize why you were so worried about the weather, ultimately deciding to agree to stay so you wouldn't worry about him.

"Okay, okay. I'll stay here, but you sleep in your bed. I'll be fine on the couch." He refused your offer, not wanting to force you to spend a night on the couch.

"First of all, thank you. Second of all, you are sleeping in the bed. You're like two feet taller than me." You exaggerated your height difference, but you were trying to make a point. "You won't even be able to lay down on the couch. I take naps here all the time, it's super comfortable." You argued back, unwilling to allow Captain America himself sleep on your tiny ass couch.

"You know, I should've expected you to be this stubborn. You spent five weeks waiting outside the compound with no contact. Plus you're related to Bucky" He laughed to himself, slightly shaking his head. "Fine, I'll sleep in the bed."

You smiled victoriously, jumping up from the couch. "Yay! Do you need anything? I have spare toothbrushes under the sink, and I can probably find you some clothes to sleep in. There's some snacks in the kitchen if you get hungry. Oh! And Carrot might try to lay in the bed with you, but I'll try to keep her out here." You rambled, trying to make sure he was comfortable.

"Carrot?" He smiled at your rambling, finding it adorable.

"Yes! Carrot is my cat. She's a cuddler, so consider yourself warned." You paused, eyes growing wide. "You're not allergic to cats are you? I think there's probably cat fur all over my room."

He laughed again. "No, I don't think the super soldier serum left any room for allergies." He quipped.

You smacked a hand to your forehead. "Duh! Anyway, do you need anything?" You asked again, trying to calm your beating heart.

"Some clothes would be great, thank you." The way he smiled at you did nothing to soothe your nerves.

"Okay." You breathed out, finally taking a deep breath. "I'll go grab some, the bathroom is right here if you need it." You pointed it out on your way to your room. "I'm just gonna get changed real quick, and then I'll be back with your clothes."

He nodded again, watching as you turned and walked into what must be your room.

You quickly changed into a t-shirt and sleep shorts. It took a few minutes of searching through boxes, but eventually you found an old pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt for Steve to sleep in.

You made your way out of the bedroom, handing him the clothes.

"Here ya go. Like I said, there are extra toothbrushes under the sink in the bathroom, and don't hesitate to grab anything you need from the kitchen."

He eyed the clothes in his hands, wondering where they came from, but not wanting to ask.

Luckily for him, you could tell what he was wondering. "They were my dad's." A sad smile graced your face. "I- I sleep in them sometimes when I really wish I could talk to him."

"Thank you." Steve turned to go to bed, but changed his mind last minute. He set the clothes down on the couch, pulling you into another hug. "You know, I can tell your related to Buck. He always looks out for people too."

You blushed at the compliment, grateful he couldn't see your face. "Thank you, that really means a lot." You stayed like that until Steve pulled back to talk to you again.

"I can take you back to the compound tomorrow, if you want. Maybe introduce you to Bucky."

"Really?! You don't want to talk to him first? Or double check anything I told you?" You were shocked at how willing he was to introduce you to Bucky.

"I trust you. Plus, I think you should be the one to tell him." Steve didn't say it out loud, but he also thought you and Bucky would be good for each other.

Bucky had Steve to connect his past and present, but another person for him to rely on wouldn't hurt. And you clearly were looking for a family connection.

"I would love to. Thank you!" You hugged him again, although quicker this time. You jumped back, excited to collect everything you wanted to show him. "I have to find all the scrapbooks to show him!"

When you turned to start collecting things, Steve put a hand on your shoulder, essentially preventing you from moving.

"Why don't we get everything together in the morning? It's getting late and you should get some sleep." He understood how emotionally and physically draining it could be to relive a loss like yours.

"You're right. I should sleep." You tried to slow your mind down, but the prospect of meeting Bucky tomorrow filled you with a mix of excitement and nerves. You gathered your extra blankets and pillows, setting up a bed for yourself on the couch while he went into the bathroom.

You were snuggled in bed, ready to sleep when he came back out.

"Goodnight, Steve."

His heart contracted at how adorable you looked buried in blankets on the couch, but he did his best to ignore it. He'd only just met you after all.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

The next morning Steve woke up at 5, per usual. He didn't want to wake you up though, so, despite his natural tendencies to run 10 miles every Sunday morning, he stayed in bed.

That is, until he heard you shuffling around the apartment.

He poked his head out of the room first, trying to verify that you were indeed awake. When he saw you in the kitchen, he fully emerged intent on helping you with whatever you were doing.

"Good morning, you're an early riser?" His question was completely ignored. Granted you couldn't see him yet, but he didn't know why you would be ignoring him.

He made his way closer to you, tapping you on the shoulder to try and get you to interact with him.

You, in a mixture of surprise and fear, turned and threw an egg at him.

He looked at you in shock, while you stared in horror at what you had just done.

You took headphones out of your ears, explaining why you hadn't heard his question.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" You reached toward him with a dish towel, trying to wipe the egg off his (your dad's) shirt. "You just surprised me! I can get you another shirt!"

"It's fine, don't worry-" You ran out of the room anyway, grabbing another shirt of your dad's from the box in your room.

He couldn't help but laugh, oddly relieved that you weren't ignoring him.

When you reentered the kitchen, a shirtless Steve Rogers was washing your dad's shirt in the sink. You froze, taking in the sight of the man before you.

When he turned back around, your eyes took on a mind of their own, soaking in his toned chest and arms. You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your stupor to hand him the other shirt.

"Thanks." He smirked, but still blushed slightly before he put it on, ringing out the other shirt before handing it to you. "I didn't want the egg to stick to it since it was your dads, so i rinsed it off..." he trailed off, unsure if it was the right thing to say.

"That's really sweet, thank you. Especially because it was my fault there was even egg on it in the first place." You laughed, trying not to blush with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it, really. I shouldn't have snuck up on you." He laughed as well, clearing any lingering tension. He took a look around the kitchen, taking in just how much stuff you had out.

"What are you making?" He smiled when you blushed again.

"Oh, I was making plum cobbler... I just, I read online that Bucky likes plums, so I thought I would bring him a cobbler." You blushed again, embarrassed by the admission.

"He does." Steve smiled, completely enamoured with your personality. "Did you want some help?"

"Actually, the cobblers are in the oven already. I was going to make breakfast next, though, so you can help with that." You smiled, noting how easy it was to spend time with him.

"Cobblers? I know Bucky's a super soldier, but one would have been plenty." He joked with you, moving to help scramble some eggs.

"Well, yeah. One is for him, but then I thought the other Avengers might be there and I didn't want to not have enough so I made three."

"You're too cute." The words slipped out before he could even think about what he was saying.

You blushed again, a frequent occurrence it seems when you're with Steve.

You uttered a quick thanks, trying to change the subject. "Do you always get up this early?"

He chuckled again. "Yeah, typically I don't need much sleep. I usually run in the mornings, try to clear my head."

The two of you fell into easy conversation, moving around each other effortlessly to make eggs, sausage, toast, and smoothies for breakfast.

When you finished eating, you collected the scrapbooks Bucky might want to see. You added his mom's wedding ring, the one your mom wore as well, to the box.

"What's that?" Steve pointed to the box, unsure if his assumption was correct.

You pulled out two scrapbooks, pointing to the near identical pictures of Bucky's mom and your mom after having been proposed to.

"My mom always told me her engagement ring was a family heirloom. I think it was his mom's ring too. I thought he might like to have it. As something to remember her by, ya know?"

You got teary eyed again. Thinking about how much he must miss his family combined with how much you miss your own parents was too much to handle.

You finished gathering everything, putting it all in a box to make for easier transportation. You took the cobblers out of the oven, packing them as well.

With a deep breath, you followed Steve back out to your car, ready to talk to Bucky.

"Where the hell is Steve?" Bucky nearly stormed into the kitchen.

"Whoa, calm down tinman. What's up?" Sam replied casually, pouring cereal into a bowl.

"Where is Steve? I was supposed to run with him this morning, but he wasn't in his room when I went to find him. I don't even like running this early. I literally only do it because it's what he prefers."

Sam laughed, enjoying anything that annoys Bucky. "Dude, chill. He probably just forgot you were going with him."

Tony walked into the kitchen as well, trying to tune out the whines coming from Bucky, but failing.

"That's what I though, but he's always back by now." Bucky huffed, annoyed with Sam for laughing.

"Who?" Tony asked, now slightly intrigued.

"Steve. I haven't seen him since yesterday." Bucky replied as he angrily ate an apple.

"Really?" Tony sounded mildly concerned, immediately alerting Sam and confusing Bucky.

"You don't think?" Sam asked, ignoring Bucky for the time being.

"I don't know!" Tony looked bewildered. "Friday, where is Capsicle?"

"Captain Rogers left yesterday evening with Y/N L/N." The AI easily replied.

"Who?" Bucky questioned the room, never having learned your name.

"You know the woman who's been sitting outside every Saturday?" Bucky nodded to Sam, unsure why he was bringing it up. "Well, Steve went to ask her why she was here last night."

"Nat told me she was just some fan, wanted to see you all." Bucky furrowed his brow, thinking over the new information on Steve's wearabouts.

"Well, yeah that's what we thought. Look, she said she wanted to talk to you specifically." Sam explained, ignoring the pointed glare from Tony.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" Bucky rose from his chair, annoyed at everyone now. "Now she's got Steve?"

"Relax, Steve can handle himself. She cleared her background check. We really don't have any reason to believe he's in danger." Tony's words were more to convince himself than anyone else. He's the one who said Cap should go check it out if he was so curious.

"Steve's too trusting. What if it was a trap?" Bucky questioned, glaring daggers at the other two men.

Before they could respond, Friday chimed in with more information.

"Captain Rogers just entered the elevator from the parking garage."

"See, he's fine." Tony glared back at Bucky, secretly relieved that Steve was fine.

Bucky just rolled his eyes before leaving, heading for the elevators to yell at Steve for ditching him this morning.

When the elevator doors opened, however, Steve was not alone.

"Hey, punk, why'd you ditch me- Oh. Who are you?" Bucky eyed you suspiciously, looking between you and Steve.

Before Bucky interrupted, Steve was trying to reassure you that everything would work out. He had a hand on your back, rubbing up and down to soothe your nerves.

His other arm was occupied by the box of scrapbooks, or else he probably would have hugged you again.

You were holding a large sheet pan, three pie dishes sitting on top.

Steve was blushing, a surefire sign Bucky had seen something he wasn't supposed to.

"Oh, um. Hi. My name is Y/N L/N." You froze, not thinking you would have to see him so soon. You could see the family resemblance between him, your great grandma, and your mom.

"The car girl." He nodded, trying to piece together the events of last night.

"Yep, that's me." You laughed nervously, unsure of what he already knew.

"Buck, do me a favor? Let us out of the elevator." Steve eyed him, mildly annoyed with the ambush.

Bucky moved to the side, allowing you and Steve to exit the elevator. You followed Steve down the hall to the kitchen, where you put the cobblers on the counter.

Sam and Tony were still there, eating various foods.

"Well, hello there." Tony greeted when he spotted you, intrigued by the development. He looked at Steve for an explanation.

"Y/N made plum cobbler." Steve said instead, moving his hand back to the small of your back.

Bucky's eyes lit up at the mention of plums, enough to momentarily distract him from Steve's actions.

"Oh, right!" You took a cobbler out of the dish, moving toward Bucky. "This one's for you, because I read that you liked plums." You handed him the dish, quickly moving back to the others. "I also made a peach and an apple for everyone else." You smiled at Tony and Sam, unknowingly leaning slightly into Steve.

"Why does he get a special cobbler?" Sam whined, eagerly reaching for the other dishes.

Suddenly, all eyes were on you. Well, except Sam's who were on the peach cobbler.

"Oh, um, well, I was hoping I could talk to you." You looked at Bucky nervously, unsure of how he would respond.

"Anyone who bakes me a plum cobbler can talk to me, Doll." Natasha chose that exact moment to enter the room.

"Who made plum cobbler?" She looked around the room, eyes narrowing in your direction. "How did you get in here?"

"I brought her." Steve smiled at you before walking over to Natasha. He whispered in her ear, just loud enough for her to hear, but nobody else. "She's not a threat to your relationship, trust me."

Nat nodded her head, trusting Steve, although not for the reasons he thought. She could clearly see the blonde's affinity for you.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Bucky asked between bites of cobbler.

"It's really a private conversation." Steve answered for you, seeing how unsure of yourself you were.

"Then why do you know, punk?" Bucky countered.

"Well, I had to tell someone so I could finally talk to you. Steve's the one who asked." You smiled at Steve again, trying to convey how grateful you were with just a look.

Steve smiled back at you, while everyone in else just shared a knowing look.

Eventually, Steve cleared his throat. "Buck, can you just come with us?"

Bucky nodded, moving to follow Steve while still eating the cobbler. You followed the two of them as well, growing more nervous with each step.

Steve lead you to his room, placing the box of scrapbooks on the bed.

"Do you want me to stay?" Steve looked to you for an answer.

You took a deep breath, in all honestly you would love for him to stay, but you think you should probably just talk to Bucky first.

"No, that's okay. Come back in like, 30 minutes?" You scrunched up your face, unsure if 30 minutes was long enough, but knowing you would need the deadline if you were ever going to explain it all to Bucky.

Steve nodded, squeezing your shoulder as he passed you to leave the room.

"Um," you turned to Bucky, trying to think of where to start. "I don't know what you already know about me, but-"

"Nothing really. Except that you make a delicious plum cobbler." He smiled, helping to ease your nerves. Food really was the way to this man's heart.

"Oh, I guess I'll start where I started when I told Steve." You smiled at the mention of his name, unaware of your own actions. But Bucky noticed.

"My parents died a few months ago." Bucky's eyes went wide, trying to think of what this could have to do with him. "Um, it was a car accident. They both died on the scene." You took a deep breath, trying to push through the sad parts.

"I had to clean out their house, and I found some scrapbooks that lead me to you." You shifted closer to the bed, looking through the scrapbooks you brought.

You pulled out the one with the first picture you showed Steve, opening it and gesturing for Bucky to take it.

He set the cobbler on Steve's nightstand, cautiously reaching for the book. He looked at the picture for a long time before saying anything. And when he did talk, it was a whispered "Becca..."

He ran his fingers over the picture slowly, just staring. A few minutes later, he eagerly flipped the page. He spent a good 10 minutes just looking through all the books you handed him.

"Where did you get these?" He questioned, although not accusingly.

"I found them in my parents house. They were with a bunch of my grandma's stuff that she had from her mom." You wanted to ease him into it.

"So your great grandma..." He trailed off, disbelief clear across his face.

"Was Rebecca Barnes." You finished the sentence for him, nerves clear in your voice.

You weren't sure what to say next, so you waited for him to make the next move.

"So you're my... great-grand niece?" You nodded at his question, still unsure if he was happy with the news. "God, that makes me feel old."

You nearly cackled, surprised by the joke. He smiled when you laughed, glad to have cleared some of the tension.

"Why did you want to find me?" He questioned, the mood turning more serious again.

"Well, I was really close to my parents. They were the only family I had. When I found out you are family too, I just... I knew I needed to at least tell you." You shrugged at the end, unsure if you really answered his question.

"You wanted to tell me so badly that you sat outside the compound every Saturday for five weeks even after being ignored?" He was in shock that anyone would spend that much time and effort just to talk to him. You started panicking immediately.

"I'm so sorry if you didn't want to know! It was selfish of me to force this on you. I can go, if you want. You don't have to talk to me." You started questioning everything. You moved to put the books back in the box when he stopped you.

"Oh, um. I'm sorry, you can keep those. If you want!" Tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks when you remembered the ring. You froze with your hand in the box, not knowing if you'd want to part with it knowing you'd never see Bucky again.

"Y/N..." Something in the way he said your name made you look at him. "I- I'm glad you told me. Really glad. I, uh, I never thought I would have family, well besides Steve. You know what I mean." He ran a hand through his hair, and you noticed the tears in his eyes.

"I don't want you to go. It's just hard for me..." he paused, trying to figure out his emotions. "It's hard to believe that someone would care about me that much."

"Bucky, I don't know you." He frowned at your statement. "But, I would love to get to know you." You smiled at him, trying to be reassuring.

"I'm not so sure you would." His face was hard, staring at the ground.

"Bucky, you aren't a bad person. I mean, sure you've done bad things, but it wasn't your choice. You were forced to do those things. You can't let yourself be defined by them. You're here aren't you?"

"Here?" He questioned.

"Working with the Avengers, I mean. You go on missions to help save people. That's your choice. That's who you are. I would be honored to get to know that person."

You smiled, waiting for him to say something.

"Are you sure?" He still looked unsure.

"God, maybe I get my stubbornness from you." You both laughed at that. "I am 100% sure."

"Wow." He shook his head, still in shock.

A knock sounded on the door before Steve came back in. "Is now a good time?" He asked, still standing in the doorway.

You nodded appreciatively. "Thank you." You pulled him into a hug, needing the emotional support.

"Of course. I'm happy I could help." He rubbed your back, reciprocating the hug. "Did you give him the ring yet?" He asked when you took a step back.

You shook your head, reaching into the box for the last item. "I, um, I thought you might want this." You handed him the box, nerves peaking through again.

He opened it, a soft smile on his face when he recognized it. "My mom's engagement ring."

You smiled, happy that he recognized it. "It was my mom's as well."

The two of you stared a the ring for awhile, reminiscing on time spent with your parents.

Eventually, Bucky picked the cobbler back up, not wanting to let it go to waste.

Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes at his friend. "Wow, jerk. You're just gonna go back to eating."

"Yes, punk. My great-grand niece made me a plum cobbler, and I tend to fully enjoy it."

"Great-grand niece. Ha, that makes you sound so old."

It was fun for you to see the two interacting like this, especially after the emotional hurdles you just ran.

"It's fine, Stevie. Let him enjoy the cobbler." Your face went red, not having meant to use the nickname.

"Yeah Stevie, let me enjoy the cobbler." Bucky couldn't help but poke fun, knowing there was an unspoken attraction between the two of you.

Somehow your face got even redder. Steve just rolled his eyes.

"Fine, eat your cobbler. Only because I had some of the apple one and it was delicious. It would be a shame to waste any."

You smiled at the compliment, embarrassment subsiding a bit. Steve sat down on the bed between you and Bucky, eager to ask his friend about some of the pictures. Steve put his arm around you, squeezing your shoulder as he spoke to Bucky.

You felt your eyes growing heavy, exhausted since your nerves kept you up most of the night. You rested your head on Steve's shoulder, soaking in his warmth as you cuddled closer.

Steve just rubbed your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the interaction, realization dawning on his face.

"Oh my god. My best friend likes my great-grand niece. And she likes him." He said it so matter of fact, the two of you didn't bother denying it. You just smiled, and cuddled closer together.

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Quarantined - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A simple mistake on a mission leaves you and Steve trapped in a safe house for an unknown amount of time. Will being trap causes secrets to be spilled?

Word Count: 6.8k (whoops)

Warnings: Little bit of angst, pining fluff, language

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You had been part of the Avengers for about a year now. It felt like longer though, in a good way. Before the Avengers you had no family or friends. You were completely alone, just using your will and your wit to stay alive.

Steve was actually the first person in the team you met. You had accidentally stumbled across a Hydra base in an old warehouse. You’d been snooping around because you heard that there was a drug ring operating there. You had been caught by a guard leading you to being tied up as a hostage.

You stayed quiet initially as you took stock of the situation before you made your escape. You just needed the perfect distraction, so when the door to the warehouse exploded open you took your chance.

Flipping over your broke the chair you had been tied to, allowing you to stand back up. You used a broken chair leg to smack one of the guards around the head knocking him out. When another approached you used the rope previously used to tie you up to strangle him unconscious.

Quicker than you thought the warehouse fell silent and you found the one and only Captain America staring over at you shocked.

“I was gonna ask if you were okay, but um you seem fine” he says gesturing to the guards on the floor by your feet.

“Yeah, thanks for the distraction by the way” you thank him as you continued to catch your breath.

“We’re all clear in here, hostage is safe and secure” the captain says into his comms not taking his eyes off you.

“The name’s (Y/N) by the way” you tell him holding your hand out.

“Steve, have you had training in this sort of thing?” He asks shaking you hand.

“Yeah, got kicked out of the SHIELD academy” you tell him casually.

Steve raises a brow clearly wondering why you were kicked out.

“The agent that trained me didn’t like that I was better than him so got me kicked out” you explain.

“Well, if you come back with us, I’m sure we can remedy that” Steve says with a smirk.

The rest was history. Now you had to be honest. You had a hopeless crush on the Captain. He had been the first person to welcome you into the team. He helped train you up and the two of you became quick partners on the battlefield.

He was your closest friend, the two of you would watch movies together almost every night. He was your friend, and you wouldn’t let anything come between that. Definitely not your pathetic crush which you hoped would eventually go away despite it being nearly a year now.

The two of you were currently taking out a base on your own. You weren’t supposed to be taking this base out, it was supposed to be an intelligence mission thinking the base was abandoned.

Despite being heavily outnumbered you and Steve were coping well. It was almost too easy. You had already got FRIDAY downloading files and sending them over to team. The two of you were now heading into the lab, it being the final room to clear.

When you got there it was just a couple scientists left. You quickly took one out as soon as you stepped into the room. Steve was stalking over to the other who was quickly backing away. When his back hit a bench, he quickly reached out throwing a test tube towards Steve. Steve just hit it to the floor with his shield, the test tube smashing as it hit the floor. Steve quickly took him out before the guy has the chance to do anything else.

“Stark we’re ready for pick up” Steve says into comms as he put his shield on his back.

“Yeah, no can do capsicle” Tony chimes back through the comms making you and Steve look at each other confused.

“When (Y/N) hooked FRIDAY up I was able to access the security cams, FRIDAY also highlighted that they were experimenting on biological weapons, diseases specifically” tony explains.

“And since that guy just threw that vial at you, you could be potentially exposed to a virus or something, so we need to quarantine you guys” tony tells you.

Both you and Steve look down at the vial taking large steps away from it as if that would make a difference now.

“So what are we supposed to Stark?” You ask in annoyance.

“There’s a safe house a short distance from where you are, its fully stocked with all you need and we’ll try and get you out as soon as we can” Tony tells you.

Steve nods his head slightly sighing deeply as he runs his hand down his face.

“Thanks Tony hopefully we’ll see you soon” Steve sighs glancing over at you.

“You had to smash the vial” you mutter as he walks past you and you hear him groan in annoyance.

The safe house was only a short walk from the base through the woods. It was a small quaint wood cabin. It was actually kinda cute.

As you stepped inside you the living area was small a cosy. As small couch that faced a fireplace, a chair in the corner. The kitchen like stark said was fully stocked with all you would need. The only problem was that there was only one bed.

“You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch” Steve says as he places his shield down next to the door.

“What no don’t be stupid you won’t be comfy there, plus it’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep in the same bed before” you say waving his suggestion off.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything” Steve says hesitantly as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Steve it’s 100% okay, I trust you more than anything” you say with a reassuringly smile.

Steve nods his head in agreement but you could tell he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea.

“You go grab a shower while I get a fire going or something, Tony seemed to have everything sorted except the wood” Steve says nodding over to the fireplace.

“Yeah, sounds good, I won’t be long” you smile before heading off to the bathroom.

You were half expecting to have a cold shower, but Tony definitely made sure everything worked. It was almost as good as the showers at the compound. You felt nice and refreshed considering you were potentially contaminated with a deadly disease.

You found the closet full of fatigue clothes, you managed to find some close to your size. It wasn’t exactly fashionable or flattering but it would do. You couldn’t complain it was this or your combat suit which while versatile wasn’t exactly comfortable to relax in.

Once you were dressed you looked out the window to see Steve outside chopping wood for the fire. You couldn’t help but stare as you watched him work and bring the axe down repeatedly. He’d removed the top half of his suit leaving just the tight under armour top. Which you were pretty sure was two sizes too small because it looked like it was about to rip at the seams at any moment.

You shake your head trying to shake your thoughts from your head. If you were going to be here for two weeks you were gonna have to get your little crush under control.

“Shower’s free” you tell him as you step outside “there’s also spare clothes in closet if you need it” you add gesturing down at your get up.

“Cool thank, I’ll get the fire going then grab a shower” Steve smiles grabbing some wood and following you inside.

You watch him light the fire as you rifle through the kitchen looking at what food there was on offer. You soon heard the shower going signalling where and what Steve was currently doing.

You weren’t particularly hungry at the moment but you knew Steve always was after a mission. So you decided to make him something to eat. You had just finished making him a couple sandwiches when he walked into the kitchen. His hair was still damp, a few strands hanging down on his forehead. You had to fight the urge to brush them away. He looked 1000 times better in the Avengers’ fatigues than you did. He must has picked a shirt size too small for sure.

“Oh you making food?” He asks when he notices the sandwiches.

“No but I know you always get hungry after a mission, so I thought I’d make you something, since you chopped the wood and everything” you say adding the last bit quickly, so you didn’t seem like a lovesick puppy.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that” Steve says taking the plate with a grateful smile.

“I know, you can pay the favour back later” you smile before instantly realising what it sounded like and back peddled.

“By like making dinner or something, I’ll um leave you to eat in peace” you say quickly hoping you didn’t seem too flustered as you practically dashed out if the kitchen.

You sat down on the couch rubbing your forehead as you silently cursed yourself. God, you hoped Tony was able to work out what was in that vial soon so you could get out of this embarrassing situation soon.

Steve soon joined you sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. Reclining back closing his eyes with a tired sigh.

“You know despite everything it’ll be nice getting away from all the hectics back at base” Steve sighs looking over at you.

“Yeah, imagine all the squabbles we’re not gonna have to listen to” you chuckle.

“Could have better company though” Steve says smirking over at you mischievously.

You gasp laughing at his comment as you jab him in the side. Your laughter only stopping when Steve hissed in pain. Far more than he should of.

“Steve” you question your brows furrowing in concern.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it” Steve says quickly shuffling away from you slightly.

You move quickly grabbing the hem of his top lifting it up to reveal a bullet wound on his side. It wasn’t deep, only a flesh wound, but it wasn’t a good one.

“Steve, c’mon you need to stop doing this” you sigh shaking your head in disappointment.

Steve shakes his head trying to pull his top back down to hide his injury, but you don’t let him.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it” Steve says waving it off.

“Steve it’s a bullet wound, you’d be reacting the same way if it was me” you point out making him sigh.

“Did you even clean it? As in properly clean it now just splash it with water” you ask him, taking his silence as an answer you sigh standing up to go grab the first aid kit.

“You can’t just rely on the serum to fight an infection Steve, you should still try and prevent one” you tell him as you return.

“I know, I’m sorry” Steve apologises.

“You’re still gonna carry on though aren’t you” you smirk with a knowing smile making him chuckle.

“C’mon top off so I can clean this properly” you tell him getting everything you needed out of the kit.

When you look back over he’s shirtless and you have to try really hard not to stare. Especially when he lifts his arm to give you better access.

You focus as best as you can as you start to clean up the wound. You focused all your attention on the task at hand. Only glancing up once when you start bandaging him up, catching him smiling down at you.

“What?” You ask him looking back down at the task in hand.

“Nothing, sorry for worrying you” Steve says apologising again.

“It’s okay, you’re my best friend you’re I’m always gonna worry about you even if it’s just a paper cut” you say with a small smile.

“I’ll keep my distance from paper then” Steve says making you laugh and look back up at him.

When your eyes meet his you couldn’t help but smile. Silence fell between the two of you. You soon realise your hands were still resting on his chest despite the bandage no longer needed attention. You quickly remove them packing up the supplies.

“Good as new” you say quickly walking away to put the first aid kit away.

You decided to keep your distance as best as you could in the tiny cabin without making it too obvious. You were just finishing up getting ready for bed in the bathroom. When you stepped out you spotted Steve already in bed. The first thing you noticed was that he was once again shirtless. The second thing you noticed was how much space he was leaving you. He was practically on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t bite, I hope you know that” you say playfully as you climb into bed.

Steve chuckles nervously but doesn’t move.

“I know but I just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable that’s all” Steve explains.

“Steve I am more than comfortable sharing a bed with you, you can move closer so you’re not hanging off the bed. But if you’re comfortable there then you can also stay there too” you tell him with a reassuring smile before turning off the light on your bedside table.

Steve doesn’t say anything but after he turns the light off you do feel him shift slightly closer to you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself slightly as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off the sleep.

You had to admit that was the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a long time. Scratch that. Ever. When you slowly woke you could hear birds chirping in the trees, sun streaming in through the crack in the curtains.

You felt so warm and cosy that you just wanted to doze straight back off to sleep. When you snuggled more into your pillow. Your pillow responded, shifting underneath you an arm pulling you closer. Your eyes open in confusion and you instantly found out that your pillow wasn’t magically alive. Your pillow was Steve. You had your head resting on his chest, arm wrapped around his waist while his arm was wrapped around you, his hand resting on your hip.

You glanced up unsure whether Steve was awake or not. You weren’t sure which outcome you hoped for. But when you saw him fast asleep you breathed out a small sigh of relief. You gently try and move out of his hold but when you do, he frowns in his sleep. His arm tightening around you pulling you even closer into his embrace. You feel his head nuzzle into yours and hear him sigh deeply.

You didn’t know what to do, you were effectively trapped. Not that you didn’t like it. Because you really did, but you had no clue if Steve did. He might not mean to do this, it was probably a mistake. As you pondered what to do you felt your eyelids grow heavy as the sound of his heartbeat lulled you back to sleep.

You woke again when you felt Steve begin to stir a small groan escaping his lips. When you opened your eyes, you could see his own flutter open. You watch him look around in confusion before his eyes settle on yours. His eyes widen in shock before he removes his arm from around you.

“Oh god I’m so sorry” Steve stutter quickly shifting away slightly.

“It’s okay don’t worry about it” you tell him giving him a small awkward smile.

He nods his head, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m um gonna go for a little run” he says getting up grabbing a top and leaving you sat alone in the cabin.

You try not to feel hurt at how quickly he literally ran out, but it wasn’t easy. You sighed deeply running your hands across your face and up into your hair before dropping them into your lap with a defeated sigh. Steve clearly didn’t like you the way you liked him. He almost certainly wouldn’t want to sleep in the same bed again.

You got up grabbing a hoodie from the closet and shuffling out of the bedroom into the kitchen to find something to eat. You sent a silent thank you to stark when you found your favourite cereal.

You had eaten, showered and dress and Steve still hadn’t returned from his run. You were concerned that something might have happened. What if there was a hydra agent out there that attacked and taken him, or worse. What if he tripped over a tree root or something and knocked himself unconscious. God why did you let him go. You were in the middle of nowhere not some random apartment in New York.

You stepped out of the cabin looking around to see if you could see Steve. He was nowhere to be seen. You bite your nails nervously as you looked around. Even if you wanted to look for him you had no clue which direction to go in. You could easily get lost looking for him.

You just had to wait for him to return, if you could wait that long. You decided to busy yourself looking through the cabin seeing what else Tony had stocked it with. You’d found a pack of cards as well as a couple board games. There were also a few books. At least there was something to keep the two of you entertained for however long you were here. An iPad with Netflix would also be nice though.

There must be some form of tech here, this was a safe house made by Tony Stark after all. So you continued your search aiming to see if you could find the tech. You doubted it would be hidden in plain sight, you never knew who’d stumble upon this cabin.

So here you were searching in the oddest places. You were currently looking under the bed, especially when you noticed something attached to the slacks. Reaching under you grab hold of the box and try and pull it free. You’d just managed it when you heard someone enter the cabin.

“(Y/N) I um wanted to- what are you doing on the floor?” Steve asks walking into the bedroom.

“I um figured there’d be tech somewhere in this cabin and I found it” you say holding up the tablet.

“Thought we could watch movies and stuff to kill time” you explain standing up placing the tablet on the bed.

“How was your run?” You ask brushing your hands of on your trousers.

“Oh, um good, quiet” Steve answers rubbing the back of his neck.

You give him a small smile before he heads off to the bathroom to freshen up. When the bathroom door shut you sighed slightly before grabbing the tablet and heading out of the bedroom.

The rest of the day was relatively quiet, both you and Steve had found books to read. You weren’t paying much attention to your book though. Often finding your gaze shifting over to Steve. He was reclined in the chair, his leg resting on top of the other. Chin resting in his palm, his fingers running periodically across his lips. His brows would furrow occasionally as he read too.

“Good book?” Steve asks pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hm maybe I dunno finding it hard to get into it” you admit shrugging your shoulders slightly closing the book.

“Wanna play a game or something instead?” Steve suggests putting his own book aside.

“No, it’s okay, you seem interested in your book” you tell him shaking you head.

“No, its okay I was struggling to get into it too” Steve smiles grabbing one of the board games “battleships?”

“I’m so not gonna win this am I!” You laugh complaining at his clear advantage.

“I’ve never planned any naval attacks if that helps” Steve smirks unpacking the game “I’ll go easy on you” he adds making you laugh.

“Yeah right! You are the most competitive person on the planet, you’re the reason we don’t play monopoly anymore!” You exclaim laughing.

“Sure you’re not talking about yourself?” Steve smirks passing you your battleships.

“You are a pain in the ass Rogers” you laugh shaking your head as begin to place your ships.

You hear Steve chuckle and look up to see him smiling over at you as he places his own ships. You feel yourself beginning to smile as you look back down at the board.

“You can go first” Steve offers with a small smile.

“Okay G4” you say.

“Hit, lucky shot” Steve sighs making you smirk victoriously.

“B2” Steve says and your smirk grows wider.

“Miss, starting to worry?” you goad playfully.

“No, it’s all part of the plan” Steve says his brows furrowed as he studied the board, practically going into captain mode.

It was a close game, both of you coming down to the final boat. The one that only needed one hit to sink. You could tell Steve was closing in on your position. You studied the board closely trying to work out where his boat was most likely to be. Glancing over at Steve, you see him smirking as if he’d already won.

You decided on your hit, it was a risky one. If your hunch wasn’t correct, he would most likely sink your boat straight away. You knew Steve well though, you’d studied his strategies, knew how he liked to play things. He probably knew that though and probably threw in a curve ball. A curve ball you were counting on.

“A1” you say locking eyes with him.

You see his shoulders drop in defeat, but you weren’t gonna celebrate until you heard the word you needed.

“Hit, dammit how did you know that!” Steve complains shaking his head in disbelief.

“What can I say you’re predictable rogers” you say leaning back victoriously hands behind your head.

“I purposely picked that spot because it’s so unpredictable” he argued shaking his head in disbelief.

“Which is why it was so predictable, I know you too well Rogers” you smirk leaning forward in your seat.

Steve laughs shaking his head before looking back over at you with a smile.

“Yeah, you definitely do” he smiles making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Rematch? Best out of three?” Steve offers jokingly making you laugh.

“And you say you aren’t competitive” you smirk standing up to go grab a refill.

“I need to defend my honour, if Tony founds out you bested me in battleships I’ll be out of a job” Steve laughs following you into the kitchen.

“I won’t let that happen don’t worry, the world still needs Captain America, and the team still needs Steve” you smile turning to face him.

“You don’t see them as one and the same?” He asks leaning up against the counter.

“No, not at all. You couldn’t be more different despite being the same person. Captain America is only one layer of you, whereas Steve Rogers is all of you. Captain America is what the world sees, Steve Rogers is what people you trust see” you explain.

Steve smiles slightly looking down at the floor “and which one do you know too well?” He asks.

“Hopefully Steve Rogers but only you can tell me that” you say with a smile and a shrug of your shoulders.

Steve returns your smile but doesn’t say anything.

“Wanna watch a movie, or are you so desperate to beat me in battleships?” You ask with a smirk walking back out of the kitchen.

“A movie sounds good, I’ll win later” he smirks following you out.

You laugh grabbing the tablet and setting it up on the coffee table “what movie do you wanna watch?” You ask as he sits down beside you, grabbing the blanket.

“Oh, I don’t know, I haven’t got my list on me, so you pick something” Steve smiles.

“Disney movie it is then” you say setting the movie up to play.

As you sit back Steve throws the blanket over both your laps and you noticed he has his arm on the back of the couch behind you. It wasn’t around your shoulders, but it was pretty close. You shoot him a quick smile as you get comfortable and return you attention to the movie.

As the movie played you felt your eyelids grow heavy once again, probably due to the warmth given off by Steve and the blanket. You were soon fighting to stay awake to the point you never even noticed yourself falling asleep your head on Steve’s shoulder.

You woke to the feeling of your hair being pushed out of your face. When you realised that you had fallen asleep on Steve you sit up quickly, missing the fact his arm which was on the back of the couch was now around you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything” you apologise quickly shifting away slightly.

Steve furrows his brows slightly looking over at you slightly confused.

“Why? Why would I be uncomfortable?” He asks turning to face you.

“I dunno but you seemed super uncomfortable this morning when we woke up and we were you know” you say stuttering slight as your mind worked faster than your mouth.

Steve sighs deeply looking down before looking back up at you.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable” Steve tells you making you look back at him confused.

“Then why did you practically run out this morning?” You ask him.

“Because I got nervous, and I didn’t know what to do so I literally ran away” Steve sighs running his hand through his hair.

“Nervous? What- why- why were you nervous?” You ask him confused making him sigh deeply.

“Because I like you (Y/N), I really, really like you so when I woke up with you in my arms like I’ve wanted for as long as I’ve known you I didn’t know what to do” Steve admits looking over at you, his eyes boring into yours with sincerity.

“What?” You say your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything” Steve says standing up quickly moving to walk away but you grab his wrist to stop him.

He looks back over at your shocked and confused. You desperately try find the words you needed to tell him you felt the exact same way but you couldn’t. Steve moves to step away again but you quickly stand up cupping his cheeks and crashing your lips onto his.

He instantly responds wrapping his arms around your waist lifting you slightly. Your hands move to grasp at his top when he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you. Clearly not satisfied with that he bends down his hands falling to your thighs to pick you up wrapping your legs around his waist.

You hadn’t even noticed Steve had been moving until he gently laid you down on the bed. One hand was running up and down your side, the other beside your head supporting his weight.

When your lips finally parted the both of your chests were heaving. You looked up at Steve to see his blue eyes almost black, pupils blown. You had to fight the urge to pull his lips back down onto yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” you muttered making the corners of Steve’s lips twitch upwards into a smile.

“I bet I wanted to for longer” Steve smirks making you laugh loudly.

“God you are so competitive” you laugh reaching up and kissing him again.

“Only when I know I’m right” Steve says pulling away again to lie down beside you. His hand gently pulling down your top which you hadn’t realised had even risen up.

“Okay try me I’ve wanted to do that since about 2 months after we met” you tell him and you see him smile victoriously.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you” Steve smiles making you look over at him in shock.

“That’s a massive lie! No way did you like me that quickly!” You gasp not believing him one bit.

“100% the truth, call me crazy but seeing you beat up those bad guys with a broken chair leg really did it for me. It helped that I thought you were breathtakingly beautiful too” Steve explains smiling over at you reaching over to brush some hair from your face.

“I looked like a mess! Are you sure you weren’t concussed or something” you laugh.

“Maybe, but I’m not concussed now and I still think your breathtakingly beautiful” Steve smiles shrugging his shoulders.

“No, you’re just infected with whatever was in that vial you broke” you chuckle shaking your head slightly.

“You still annoyed at me about that” Steve laughs rolling his eyes slightly.

“Don’t know, kiss me again to help me decide” you smirk making Steve chuckle before rolling back on top of you kissing you deeply.

“Definitely not annoyed, if anything I’m actually glad” you smile when you part once more.

“I’ll do it more often” Steve chuckles before kissing you again.

“Well, we don’t have to worry about being bored anymore” you sigh with a smile as Steve once again moves to lie beside you.

“Yeah, I’ll have to try and work out how to take you out on a date because I don’t want to have to wait 2 weeks or however long it takes” Steve sighs smiling over at you.

“Well as long as you don’t expect me to dress up all nice, this is the nicest I can go at the moment” you chuckle gesturing down at you fatigues.

“You look great in anything, so tomorrow evening at 7pm?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Sounds good, you gonna pick me up or do I need to get a cab?” You joke, Steve chuckling along with you.

“I’ll pick you up” Steve laughs pecking you on the lips.

“Can’t wait” you smile.

The next day Steve made you stay in the bedroom the entire day. You tried to focus on your book but all you could focus on was the noise of Steve moving stuff around in the cabin.

As the time grew closer to 7, you started to freshen yourself up. There wasn’t much you could do though. Except have a shower, change into some fresh fatigues, and brush your hair. You’d have to tell Stark to stock something other than fatigues in the closets.

You were just fixing your hair when you heard Steve knock on the bedroom door. You tried and failed to hold back a smile as you walked over and opened the door. Finding Steve stood there, a bunch of wildflowers in his hands.

“You look stunning” Steve smiles looking down at you making you roll your eyes.

“I’m serious nobody rocks fatigues like you” Steve says a small smirk on his lips.

“You’re full of shit rogers” you laugh shaking your head.

“Just shut up and take the compliment, at the same time here are some lovely flowers for a lovely lady” he smiles passing you the bunch of flowers.

“They’re lovely thank you Steve” you smile reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Well right this way miss” Steve says holding out his arm for you to link yours with.

You smile up at him as leads you out to the living area of the cabin. The couch had been pushed back and the blanket laid out of the floor in front of the fire. It was so beautiful and romantic you couldn’t believe it.

Steve led you over to the blanket for you to sit down. He then passes you a glass of wine. You take a small sip looking into the fire watching the flames burn as Steve walks into the kitchen to quickly return with two plates of food. He puts the plates of food down before finally sitting down beside you.

“This is incredible Steve” you mutter looking around.

Steve looks over at you with a sheepish smile “it was the best I could do considering everything, but I promise as soon as we’re back I’ll take you out on a proper date” Steve promises.

“Steve this is perfect I couldn’t ask for anything better” you smile reaching over to place your hand on top of his.

Steve lifts your hand to bring it to his lips making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“We better eat before it gets cold” Steve smiles lifting his plate to his lap. You followed suit and quickly dig in, not being able to hold back a moan because oh my god this was delicious.

“Oh my god Steve! I thought weren’t allowed to cook back at the compound!” You exclaim thinking back to what the rest of the team said about his cooking.

“I’m not, but the last time I cooked for the team was soon after I came out of the ice so my cooking was very much 40s style, but I’ve learnt a lot since then and it keeps me off kitchen duty so I’m not gonna say anything” Steve explains with a small smirk.

“Very clever, and don’t worry I’ll keep your secret but only if you promise to cook for me more often” you tell him smirking.

“It’s a deal” Steve chuckles.

Once you and Steve finished eating you snuggled up besides the fire. Conversation flowing easily between the two of you. As the night drew on you rested your head on Steve’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. The combination of the warmth of the fire and the comfiness of Steve had you drifting off in his arms.

For the next week you and Steve fell into a comfortable routine. It was like you were own little bubble of pure domestic bliss. You could almost forget the reason why the two of you were here.

Almost.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get rid of the niggling thought in the back of your head. You began over analysing how you felt, making sure you were experiencing any symptoms.

Whatever Hydra were working on couldn’t be good. It wouldn’t be a simple cold, it would almost certainly be something deadly. Whatever it was, you had been potentially exposed to it.

Steve too, but with the serum the chances of it killing him were next to none. You on the other hand. The chances weren’t good.

You and Steve were relaxing in bed together. Steve’s fingers running up and down your arm absent-mindlessly. You had your head rested on his chest. You were trying to focus on enjoying your time with him but you couldn’t. Your mind going down that dark hole.

You hadn’t even realised you had start to silently cry until Steve spoke up.

“Doll? Hey doll, what’s wrong?” Steve asks looking down at you.

“Steve I’m scared” you admit sitting up and wiping away some of your tears.

“Of what sweetheart?” He asks sitting up and taking your hand.

“Whatever was in that vial was most likely deadly and if I’m infected I- “ you say shaking your head as you were unable to finish your sentence.

Steve sighs pulling you into his embrace rubbing your back soothingly.

“It’ll be okay, as soon as Tony works out what was in it, he’ll be able to cure it, we’ll have Banner and Dr Cho on it too” he reassures you.

“But what if they can’t? You’ll most likely be fine because of the serum but I’m screwed” you say shaking your head.

“Then we’ll find a way to use the serum to help you, I’ll face my fear of needless and give as much blood as I need to” Steve says making you chuckle slightly.

“You have a fear of needles?” You ask him.

“Yeah, guess it stems back from when I was a kid and was constantly sick” he explains shrugging his shoulders “you don’t think it’s lame do you?”

You smile up at him reassuringly “no, not at all, everyone has something they’re afraid of, I hate clowns” you tell him making him smile.

“But look, whatever it is we’ll work it out. I’m not letting you get away from me, not when I’ve only just gotten you” Steve says kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you Steve, I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here” you sigh resting your head against him.

“Well, you wouldn’t be here full stop, I’m the one who smashed that vial” Steve says with a small sigh.

You instantly sit back up knowing where his mind was most likely going.

“Hey look whatever happens, I don’t blame you for it. I could have easily smashed that vial, you just reacted on instinct and nobody could blame you for that, I don’t so you shouldn’t” you tell him cupping his cheeks to make him look at you.

“I’m still sorry” Steve says.

“Well apology accepted, now let’s forget about it until there’s something to worry about, if there’s something to worry about” you say with a reassuring smile.

Steve sighs before nodding his head and smiling at you. He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace, kissing the top of your head.

Before you knew it two weeks had passed. You and Steve were relaxing on the couch together. Steve lying across the couch, you between his legs resting your head on his chest, while his arms were around you holding the book he was reading. Despite having nothing to do, and therefore no real reason to be tired, you soon found yourself dozing off in Steve’s arms.

“Aw cute” Tony said disrupting your moments of peace.

“Stark?” Steve asks confused, turning his head to look at him.

“Please tell me you have good news” you say sitting up, Steve moving to do the same.

“Depends, how are you guys feeling?” Tony asks moving to sit in the armchair near the fire.

“Fine, we haven’t had any symptoms at all” Steve explains.

“Yeah, hopefully we never even got infected by whatever was in that tube” you say nodding your head in agreement.

“I wouldn’t be surprised, considering there was only buffer solution in there” Tony says casually shrugging his shoulders.

“Wait what?” Steve asks holding his hand out.

“Buffer solution, it stops the pH in a solution from changing when it gets diluted” Tony rambled on.

“So not some deadly virus?” You ask.

“No, completely harmless” Tony says explains making you and Steve glance at each other.

“Then why are we here?” Steve questions.

“Well initially we had no clue what was in the vial so we sent you here, but we worked out it was nothing pretty quickly, but Nat suggested that you’d too would stop pining and get together if we trapped you here” Tony explains making your jaw drop.

“Right well, I’ll let that sink in and I’ll go report back to Romanoff that the mission was a success, meet me in the jet when you’re ready” Tony says standing up and heading back out of the cabin.

You and Steve sat there in silence for a moment before you snorted with laughter shaking your head. When you glanced back over at Steve you saw him chuckling to himself.

“I would be mad at them for meddling, but these two weeks have been some of the best in a long time” Steve says smiling over at you.

“Yeah, couldn’t have gone better really” you agree.

“And not potentially dying from a mysterious illness is a bonus too” you add making him laugh.

“We should probably head back before Tony thinks something is happening” Steve sighs standing up and holding out his hand for you.

“Probably for the best” you chuckle taking his hand and standing up “although it’s kinda sad to leave this place”

“Yeah but now I can take you on a proper date” Steve says making your smile grow.

You reach up and press your lips to his, the both of you smiling into the kiss.

“Can’t wait” you smile.

Steve kisses you once more before the two of you head out of the cabin towards the jet. Once you climb aboard you find a seat together and get ready for the flight home.

“Oh, before I forget, you guys used protection, right?” Tony asked from the pilot seat.

“Stark!” Both you and Steve exclaim in annoyance.

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