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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 53″

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"It's our time, time today The right time is here to stay Stay in my life, my life always Yellow is the color of sun rays

I hide myself, from no-one I know the time will surely come when You'll be in my life, my life always Yellow is the color of sun rays"

Soul II Soul – "Keep on Movin"

Erik arrived in front of a private residence surrounded by tall shrubbery and intricately woven neon green bamboo plants that acted as natural fencing around a two-story home made of ivory mud, red timber, and pebble beige bricks. The architecture had sustainability in mind and despite the simple building materials, the home was striking, with curved roofs and a flourishing walking garden in the front yard.

Elder Zinzi waited for him at the front half-moon door entrance holding a squirming baby.

"This is my very first grandchild. Her name is Inam. She is my oldest son Gcobisa's daughter," Zinzi said with pride.

Erik peered down into the baby's face. Inam was chunky and cute and reminded him of Sydette when she was little. Zinzi handed the baby over to a nanny.

"My daughter-in-law is visiting for the weekend. She went shopping with my youngest daughter and will return tonight. Come inside. You look well, Prince N'Jadaka. There is a glow in your face," Zinzi said.

Erik stayed by her side as she gave a brief tour of the interior. They stuffed the home with palm plants and live vines that decorated the walls.

"I love nature, so I have to have it inside, too," she said.

"It's nice. Very inviting."

"Here, sit. There now. I have some tea and snacks for us here. Honey or sugar?"

Zinzi pointed to bowls near the tea cups. He lifted the honey and spooned some into his cup, and she poured red tea for him over it. They drank some, and he nibbled on two wafer cookies.

"Tomorrow will be a heavy day for you," Zinzi said.

Erik nodded and put down his cup.

"You chose an area to your liking?" she asked.

"I did. Near the water. After the service, we'll take them to Black Creek and then have the sunset dinner."

"That is a lot to handle emotionally. I am so happy that you have your family here with you. I have learned so much about you through them!"

"We've enjoyed your stories, too… about my father," Erik said.

Zinzi patted his hand.

"Your father was truly a character. I have never met another man like him in my life. He could be a handful, but I loved him. We all did."

She squeezed his wrist.

"I am very proud to see that you and King T'Challa have become friends. N'Jobu would have wanted that more than anything," Zinzi said.

Folding her hands on her lap, Zinzi studied his eyes.

"You will face a lot of opposition in the future. Despite the dropping of lawsuits and the settling of heirs to the throne, there are still Wakandans out here that do not want this change. Some still do not see you or your children as real Wakandans."

"I know."

"There are other factions besides the Phuri fighting against you. The anti-monarchy movement has been an issue for several years, and despite all the wonders you see here, there are parts of Wakanda that are backward and regressive. Birnin Bashenga is very patriarchal and misogynistic."

Erik regarded her with wide eyes.

"We like to think of ourselves as egalitarian, but there are men in this country who do not even like Elder Efetobo or me on the council, and they hate the Dora Milaje."

"Wow."

"The ugly side of the culture. Funny, the Phuri want the matriarchal society back, and a core group of Bashenga dwellers want men in control of everything," Zinzi said, picking up her teacup.

She sipped and broke off a piece of cookie to eat.

"The class divide is grower wider too. This is why I wanted to talk to you privately in my home, away from the others. The Mining and Merchant Tribes are the wealthiest people in Wakanda, and they like to let people know about it. As an outsider coming in, I think it is important that you know the truth about your people. Many still do not want to help anyone on the outside and prefer isolation and keeping our resources for ourselves. We can be petty, vengeful, and ruthless, even in what you may think is a utopia compared to where you come from."

"There are no utopias on earth. My father told me we strive for better and always fall short with poor leadership," Erik said.

"I knew your mother had transformed N'Jobu when he came back without the haughty arrogance he grew up with. I knew him as a young teenager, so I was very aware of who he truly was as a man. Califia humbled him. But he was only one man, and you may have to humble a nation to force them into this new age you propose we enter."

"You are at the top of the aristocracy, Zinzi. Aren't you afraid of what I'll do?"

"You are N'Jobu's son. Why should I fear the son of a man with the integrity and determination I admired? N'Jobu was a good man. I know he raised a dutiful son. Prince N'Jadaka, I will stand on this road with you. Becoming king is the beginning of your journey in Wakanda."

"Thank you for mentoring me," he said.

"Will you stay for dinner? I would like for you to have a meal with my family. It is good to be away from the palace sometimes. T'Challa has eaten here when he needed to get away. Kings need breaks from protocol."

"I will stay."

"Excellent! I invited Griot Shange to join us. I thought it would be nice for you to hear him talk about N'Jobu and also what you can expect for the ceremony tomorrow. The Udakus gave you a brief explanation, but it may help ease your mind to know exactly what will happen. Is that alright?"

"That is very helpful, thank you."

An ally.

No, an accomplice. That is how Zinzi presented herself to him. He still needed a private dinner with M'Baku and Ayomide. There was so much to do.

Dinner was a spirited affair with Zinzi's husband Gcuma, and two of their children, daughter-in-law, and Griot Shange. The griot was loquacious with a gentle sense of humor and Erik felt more comfortable knowing the inside scoop of what would happen the next day, as Zinzi promised. The food was simple. Black-eyed peas with a spicy chicken stew and a spongy tan flatbread with black sesame seeds that they used to hand scoop seasoned yellow potatoes and onions mixed with tomatoes. He ate his fill and more until he licked his fingers and loosened the string belt on his pants.

They all took a walk around the backyard that had an extensive flower and vegetable garden, and Zinzi lovingly pointed out her favorite plants and herbs.

"Your Godsister Marisol will visit me up at the temple after the mourning period," Shange said. "I hope she will stay longer in Wakanda. I am curious to know more about Candomble and her way of worship."

Erik walked next to Shange and the older man's long purple robes dragged along the lush, wild grass.

"I hope she will stay longer, too. Most of my family has to go back to their homes and work soon."

Erik and Shange moved further away from Zinzi and her family, and he caught on that they did it on purpose.

"Prince N'Jadaka. Our nation is in transition, just as you are. Before you take the throne, come to the temple on a sabbatical. Elder Zinzi asked me to speak to you about this because your path to the throne has been so unusual and she wants you prepared and protected by the God of your father, too."

"What would I do there?" Erik asked with genuine curiosity.

"You would partake of a silent meditation where we would get your spiritual health in tune with your ancestral deity. Your diet would consist of raw foods and daily prayer from the priests and priestesses attuned to what you need."

"How long would I need to stay?"

"A month at most. It is an important decision and you would be wise to take careful consideration. The Temple of Bast is a holy place and the Elder God of us all must spend time with you, my child."

Shange slipped his hand into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a leather pouch the size of his hand. Erik took it and opened it. A small, thin obsidian pipe carved with the effigy of Bast's panther head on the bowl end was packed with dark brown tobacco and herbs.

"When you are ready to make your decision, smoke this slowly and meditate on your goals. You will know what to do. It is important that you tell no one that you have this. This plant is a derivative of the heart-shaped herb and only used by the holy ones in the temple."

"This is illegal?" Erik asked.

"Our order forbids non-priests from consuming it because we have not trained them to commune with the Gods. We use it to induce a deeper trance-like state. However, Marisol told me you have been ridden… that is how she put it. You have had intimate contact with a higher being, so I have brought this on a technicality."

Shange grinned.

Erik put the pipe back inside the pouch and slipped it into the deep pocket of his own robe.

"Farewell, Prince N'Jadaka. It will be an honor to tell your father's story tomorrow," Shange said.

The griot priest bowed and left Erik's side.

"We enjoyed your company," Zinzi said, taking Shange's place.

"Thank you for the dinner. I should go, get rested," he said.

He reached out and hugged Zinzi, startling her with the overt display of affection. Erik departed in high spirits and rode the Scorpion Fighter with his gaze on the city below as the twinkling of street lights lit up the countryside and welcomed him back into the heart of Birnin Zana.

Strolling through halls and riding escalators to an upper floor, he walked into the Sun Room, where his parents awaited their transfer to the memorial service inside a revered Temple of Sekmet in downtown Zana. It was the largest communal building for ritual services, and the entire nation would watch his family bid farewell to a lost son.

The sarcophagus sat bathed in soft blue lighting and it made the backdrop of city lights look like twinkling stars. He touched the container, then patted his pocket that contained the pouch. Erik thought of smoking the pipe, but it didn't feel like the right moment. He spent quiet time with his parents and rubbed his fingers across their images carved into the sarcophagus. His kimoyo vibrated with a message from Shuri. She worked in the lab all afternoon and was about to leave, but not before sending him an image from the SP-1 as it traveled in another dimension of space. There was a message that read, "The universe is filled with wonder and beauty, cousin!"

Erik tapped the attachment and flicked the image above the sarcophagus.

A planet with opal coloring surrounded by a vast ring made of dust particles and gases with luminous magenta, yellow, and orange swirling colors invited comparisons to Saturn if that planet's rings were tipped to its side diagonally. Wonder and beauty indeed, surrounded by so many other stars.

He bent down and kissed the sarcophagus, wishing his parents could see that he had made it to his father's homeland.

Erik tied his locs back with a white head wrap into a bun at the nape of his neck. The softest ecru long-sleeved gold embroidered Wakandan top covered his loose white agbada pants. He placed gold and silver rings on his fingers, then adorned his ears with diamond studs. Meeting the rest of the immediate family in the grand hall, they were smudged down with incense and gathered together to follow the priests behind the sarcophagus out of the palace.

Small media drones buzzed in the distance so that the nation could witness the funeral from beginning to end. All the women and girls in his family wore white scarves covering their hair and parts of their faces. Ramonda and Umama wore their pearl white ischolos. T'Challa and Riki also had their hair covered like Erik's.

He clasped Riki and Joba's hands as Sydette walked in front of him behind Umama, Baba Z, and Dante. Griot Shange met them at the top of the steps that led down to the exit off of the palace grounds. The family would walk the streets to the Temple of Sekmet. Erik was fully aware of the media scrutiny of his entire family. Before the family breakfast, he and his kin watched a tribute to N'Jobu on a morning news show out of Birnin S'Yan that showed clips of N'Jobu in his youth and a short segment of his father singing to T'Challa's mother. He recognized the song "Lullaby Little One" pouring out of his father's lips with so much soul and love. There was also a quick clip about his mother and her political activism and her untimely death in Brazil. It was strange to see his mother spoken about from outside perspectives. Califia was always Mom and the woman who cooked for him, braided his hair, and fought with him to make him a better warrior. Seeing her face projected out to the Wakandan citizens, and hearing her story told in a unique way made her seem so much larger than he himself could even imagine. His heart swelled with pride as Riki and Joba stared at their grandparents on TV. The children saw how much they both favored them. His son kept touching his face and smiling because he had the same hair and freckles as his departed grandmother. Joba touched the image of N'Jobu as his father spoke at a charity event and they all watched her grin as she saw she had his rich skin color and intelligent eyes. Sydette kept looking up at him, and Erik touched her braided hair and said, "Those are your grandparents, too." A sense of relief came over her face and she stared at Califia and N'Jobu, embracing them as her very own.

He watched Sydette study the tasteful tribute and made a mental note to talk to Yani about the girl's status under his rule. Erik wanted to make some changes, but it would have to wait until after they were in a better place.

When they reached the open street, the entire Dora Milaje squad flanked them. The Udaku extended family members followed behind them as thousands of citizens lined up the streets to pay their respects and observe the family procession. Drummers and dancers took up the rear, and when Erik glanced behind T'Challa, goosebumps rolled up his arms. The music and movement reminded him so much of a New Orleans Second Line or the Jouvert celebrations in St. Thomas. Despite the sad occasion, there was joy in the air, and he shook his hips and bobbed his head. His children joined in the expression of letting the good times still roll, even in death. Some citizens held umbrellas and waved handkerchiefs at him as they passed, and the crowd's numbers swelled as they drew closer to the temple.

In front of the sarcophagus, Griot Shange sang to the people, stopping the procession to sing about a particular exploit of the Udaku heritage. A few times Erik heard his mother's name, but the song often became drowned out by the ululations flowing all around them. The voices wailing, singing, shouting, and shrieking for the family compelled Erik to move to the front of the procession as they reached the steps of the temple. Griot Shange gazed at Erik, wondering what he was doing. However, it didn't matter what the elder thought because the drums had Erik caught up and spirit moved in his chest and he swayed before the sarcophagus, dancing for his parents. Even without berimbaus present, he heard them in his head, their plucky rhythm blending in with the Wakandan drums as he flipped around and showed the Wakandans what his mother was to him. Over the cacophony of powerful drumming, Erik heard Marisol and Soliel singing about Oya Iansã to him, reminding him of the energy his mother brought to the world, and he dug in deep and showed out for her, moving his arms and legs in tandem to show the crowd her fighting style. He did a handstand and moved his legs so slow and precise that he was sure his mother had entered his body.

Erik dropped to one knee and wept before the sarcophagus, wanting so much for his parents to see the man he had become. He lowered his eyes and let his tears drop onto the ground. Umama came to his side and rubbed his back.

"Stand, N'Jadaka. It is time to go inside," Umama said.

He shook his head but did as she asked, his face contorted in grief. Yani came forward and grasped his hand in hers.

"We have to go in," Yani said, her big gentle eyes welling with tears.

Erik dropped his chin on the top of her head and she hugged him, her softness placating his pain enough so that he could climb the steps behind his parents being carried in by the Dora Milaje. Yani stayed by his side and sat next to him inside the extraordinary Temple of Sekmet. Walking inside, he expected a regular enclosed building, but the place they were holding the ceremony was like the garden of Eden mixed with futuristic-looking pillars and amphitheater-styled seating with high-domed sunroofs and magnificent black trees so tall that they were part of the architecture holding up the roof canopy. It was one of the earliest temples built in Wakanda and still had the traditional looks that the Jabari revered in their mountain homes.

Yani wiped his eyes with her fingers and kissed his cheek, calming him down with her kindness. All of his children sat with Umama, Dante, and Baba Z. Disa sat behind him with Marisol, and she comforted him by squeezing his shoulder. T'Challa sat to his left and Erik gazed at his cousin who could barely hold it together himself. The temple quickly filled with mourners, and the service was spoken entirely in Wakandan. Erik tuned out most of it, focusing on the feel of Yani's hand cradling his and her head resting on his shoulder. He was grateful it didn't take long, less than an hour of prayer, music, and words of comfort from a priest and priestess. Thankfully, he didn't have to speak in public. They had done all of their personal reflections in private in the palace. The music soothed Erik, and there were several singers who touched his heart with their voices. As the ceremony came to a close, Yani scooted away from him and moved next to his grandparents and the children. Disa moved from the back seat and placed herself next to Yani as the family shuffled around. Erik expected Baba Z to address the audience next.

"What's going on?" Erik asked T'Challa.

Baba Z touched Sydette's headscarf and whispered something in her ear. He stood up and held Sydette's hand, walking her to the center of the stage where the floating podium was lowered and adjusted for her. Baba Z stood to the side, and Sydette took a deep breath.

"I guess Baba Z will not give the closing words by himself," T'Challa said with a grin.

Erik glanced at Yani, and she helped Riki climb onto her lap. Disa had Joba snuggled in her arms. Baba Z tapped a clear screen for Sydette and she read a Wakandan prayer with him. Her enunciation was flawless. Baba Z clapped his hands for her when they finished and tapped the clear screen for her again. Sydette looked out at the audience.

"Thank you to everyone for showing my family so much support in our time of sadness…"

Sydette's voice was clear as a bell as she spoke in English.

"Today is a day to celebrate mi Baba's parents. He has missed them for a long time and I want him to know that I am sorry that he is so sad. My Mama helped me pick out a poem to read to him…"

Erik glanced over at Yani. She had her eyes on Sydette. He turned his head back on his eldest child, and she folded her hands and spoke to him. Large monitors around the room translated the words she read into Wakandan, and the silent audience read along to Sydette's pure voice.

"After they've fed off of your memories Erased dreams from your eyes Broken the seams of sanity And glued what's left together with lies, After the choices and voices have left you alone And silence grows solid Adhering like flesh to your bones

They've always known your spirit's home Lay in your gentle sway To light and substance But jaded mirrors and false prophets have a way Of removing you from yourself You who lives with seven names You who walks with seven faces None can eliminate your pain

Tell your story Let it nourish you, Sustain you And claim you Tell your story Let it feed you, Heal you And release you Tell your story Let it twist and remix your shattered heart Tell your story Until your past stops tearing your present apart."

She only stumbled over a few words as she tried to pace herself, most of it she spoke from memory, and when she finished, his Sweet Pea gazed at him with pride in her eyes. Erik stood up and held out his arms for her, and she ran to him. He lifted her up as thunderous applause showered over them.

"You picked that for me?" he asked, kissing her cheeks and tucking her headscarf more securely around her neck.

"I did," she said.

"That was amazing, Sweet Pea. Thank you, baby girl."

Okoye gave a shout that echoed throughout the amphitheater. She tapped her spear on the floor and six Dora Milaje guards guided the sarcophagus out of the temple. Everyone present stood up, and Erik put Sydette back on her feet. Griot Shange sang the departure song and followed behind the Doras. T'Challa lowered his head and wiped his eyes. They stepped out into the walkway together and paused.

"It still does not seem real," T'Challa said, turning toward Erik.

Erik nodded, then hugged T'Challa. His cousin dropped his head against his neck, and their embrace was long and warm. Stepping back, Erik looked into his eyes.

"You good?" Erik asked.

T'Challa nodded. Erik took Sydette's hand and led the family outside to where a half cruiser awaited them. They loaded the sarcophagus and the entire Udaku clan and diaspora extended family boarded the aircraft amid the cheers and handclaps of the mourners gathered to see them off. Thousands upon thousands wanted to see N'Jobu and Califia fly to Black Creek.

Inside the half cruiser, the family sat in seats facing windows to watch the thick crowds choking the streets below waving up to them as they passed over structures. It looked like all of Wakanda came outside to see them off to the final resting place.

In no time at all, they landed in a spectacular and peaceful part of Black Creek and Erik puffed up his chest feeling good about putting his parents there. A mixture of green, aquamarine, and azure water beckoned the family to swim, but they followed a private path to an area marked off with a wooden bridge that took them to an enclosure with small waterfalls replenishing the warm waters.

"Pretty!" Joba said, swinging Erik's hand with hers.

Riki held onto Erik's other hand and they all faced the sarcophagus as the Doras planted it down on the ground where it would stay for an eternity. It would not be buried and eventually, emerald vines would grow across it, blending it into the background, but that was what he wanted.

"This is perfect, perfect," Umama wept as she held Baba Z's arm.

Dante regarded the creek with loving eyes, finding the place Erik chose beyond acceptable. The sun headed toward a position that would soon have it sink below the mountains. There would be a lavish sunset dinner at Yani's villa. She offered her home to entertain the family, and Erik looked forward to being out in the open air and having the opportunity to finally see where she lived in person.

He hugged family members and watched them trod across the wooden bridge again to have the half cruiser fly them all to Yani's. Erik stayed behind, wanting to be alone with his parents. Noxolo was nearby with the Scorpion Fighter and he'd ride with her to the dinner. The half cruiser floated up, and its wide body shaded him as it passed overhead. He thought of the poem Sydette dedicated to him and there wasn't a prouder father on earth than him. She was meant to be his daughter, and each day that passed in Wakanda solidified that fact for him. Erik couldn't get over how confident she looked walking to that podium with Baba Z and speaking to the world without a nervous bone in her body, speaking for the entire Udaku clan with her great-grandfather next to her. He touched his chest as if he could feel the love for her sitting open on his body.

Moving his fingers around, he felt the leather pouch that Griot Shange gave him. He had tied it on himself like a medicine bundle and tucked it inside his shirt. Pulling it out, he removed the pipe and lighter inside.

"No better time than now," he said out loud.

The beauty of Black Creek lulled him into a calm that stripped away any sad thoughts of the day. He lit up the pipe, puffed on it, and coughed when the smoke hit his lungs.

"Damn, this is like weed!"

Erik chuckled and smoked, feeling the immediate effects of the herb hitting his bloodstream. He became mellow and loose, plopping his backside on the ground and leaning up against the sarcophagus. The colors of the water below him glittered with the light of the sun passing over it. He smoked all the contents of the pipe and stuck it back in the leather pouch. Listening to the sound of birds and the light breeze rustling the vines and leaves of trees, Erik indulged in the peace of mind he had always sought.

Pulling off his shirt, he took off his head wrap and wiggled out of his pants and sandals, stripping to his white boxer briefs. He walked down a path that led to the water and dove right in. The heat of the water was perfect as the underground thermal vents made him feel like he was in the warmth of a womb. He floated on his back for a moment before going to the shallower end to wash his body with the water. N'Jobu always said the waters of Black Creek cleansed the spirit and ushered in a new birth. The feeling of a new life had him thinking that a sabbatical was truly needed. He was living a new life. Cupping his hands with water, he poured it over his locs and wiped away the past all over his chest, back, and arms. The herb from the pipe had him floaty, and he needed to leave for Yani's place or else the dinner would start late.

"Prince N'Jadaka, are you there?" Noxolo's voice and image popped up on his kimoyo.

"I'll call you when I'm ready to leave," he said.

He tapped his kimoyo and waded around in the water, enjoying the scenery and cascading warmth. Erik took his time climbing out of the creek's deep end by pulling himself up by some hanging vines. Feeling woozy, he collected his bearings, but the herbs he smoked slowed him down, and for a moment, he thought he would fall back down into the water. Spinning on the vine, he closed his eyes to keep from becoming dizzy, but a hand reached down to help pull him up to the soft, fragrant grass.

"Didn't I tell you he would grow bigger than you?" A woman said.

The playful voice came from a short distance away. It forced a heaviness on Erik's head, weighing it down so much that he could barely lift his gaze.

"Hello, my son." A man said.

Erik gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as his father pulled him up to the top of the overlook.

"Oh, JaJa… look at my baby, Jobu."

N'Jobu lifted Erik's chin and his mother joined his side, her glorious fiery hair worn in her favorite sunburst style.

Erik moaned and his body went limp, but his father held him up as his mother ran her fingers over his locs and then stroked his face.

"Is this real?" Erik said.

"Yes, it's very real, JaJa," N'Jobu said.

They were warm flesh and blood, clothed in white robes like him. Their bodies radiated so much loving energy that they shifted the colors of the creek and foliage around them to a much brighter hue. They weren't on the ancestral plane, but Griot Shange's herb allowed him passage to a spiritual realm.

"My baby boy is so big. Look at him, Jobu. So strong and healthy."

"I see him, my love."

Erik burst into tears and his parents kissed and hugged him.

"Mom, Baba—"

"It's alright, don't worry. We will always be here. We have always been with you… always," Califia said.

His father's shiny eyes and bright white teeth were so much different from when Erik met him stuck inside their old apartment in Oakland. He had been a bitter son nearly four years ago when he snatched the throne. His anger forced an unhappy reunion, but this time, Erik would not dismiss his father's words to him. N'Jobu had Califa with him and knowing they were truly together in the afterlife, Erik let go of the last vestiges of fear and doubt about his life.

Erik clutched onto their arms, fearful of them vanishing quickly, but his father held him tight, and he knew everything was finally going to be alright in his world and the next. His mother's kisses all over his face assured him of that. He couldn't get over how young and vibrant they still looked. Words could barely get out of his mouth as the shock of having them once more overwhelmed him.

The sun warmed his back, and the creek gurgled a soft water song below them. Their first few minutes together were simply hugs and kisses and loving eyes connecting once more. Bast saw fit to give him time with his parents, and he was going to soak up their love until they went away.

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A.N.

The poem Sydette reads to Erik is called "Tell Your Story" by South African Poet Lebogang Mashile.

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tchallasbabymama · 1 year

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Randomly going through my old drafts and found this snippet from the time I considered crossing over Black Panther and the Princess Diaries. Hope you don't mind me sharing here:

Ramonda chuckled. "Don't worry. I used to get lost around here when I first moved in. I was on my way to the kitchen to get a snack. Do you want one?"

"I would love one. Thank you." Clarisse would take anything that would help her sleep.

On their way to the kitchen, they heard a commotion.

"Bast, woman! Keep your hands to yourself!"

"I would if you weren't being rough!"

"I am not being rough! You're just being sensitive!"

It wasn't long before a snapping sound was heard.

"What did you do?!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose."

"Wait here," Ramonda said to Clarisse before opening the swinging door to the kitchen to check out the commotion. Once inside, she saw T'Challa and Rose look up at her, both looking as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn't have. "What are you two up to?"

"We um….." Rose trailed of as she was looking for an excuse, but she shook her head, realizing that there wasn't a need for one. "He broke my comb!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" T'Challa rebutted. "It's not my fault that her curls are untamable."

"I've been telling you that for years, and you never listen!"

Ramonda rolled her eyes, choosing not to get in the middle of their spat. "You can come in now," she said to the kitchen door.

I love this!

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youdidnthaveme · 5 years

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Black Panther (dir. Ryan Coogler)

#t'challa #blackpantheredit #marveledit #mcuedit #t'challaedit #black panther #mcu #my edit #t'challa looking like a snack #chadwick boseman

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Hope! I had a thot..

What if the reader meets Jesus/Wakanda Bucky, and they start off as just friends because he’s kinda shy and still working with the Dora Milaje to get his mind fully back.. but one day maybe the two of them are walking around Wakanda and he decides to finally make a move 🥰

Oh, I LOVE this! Thank you for the suggestion! :)

Our Spot | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Thank you to @everything-burns-down for yet ANOTHER excellent suggestion! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it :)

As always, send any comments, questions, or suggestions my way!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito, @everything-burns-down, @shadytalementality, @rainbow-unicorn-pony, @mandersshow, @emetophilily

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"Sargeant Barnes?" you called.

A quiet groan rumbled out of Bucky's chest and he stood up, dragging his eyes away from the Wakandan sunset.

"Bucky", he corrected gently.

"Oh, shit. Right. I'm sorry”.

Examining each and every detail of him, you couldn't believe that this man had at one time been the feared- the infamous- Winter Soldier. His deep blue eyes betrayed a deep sadness, a sadness that colored every attempt he made at a smile. Regardless of his years of torment and abuse, he still had one of the kindest faces you'd ever seen and you wondered how that was even possible. His now-long chestnut hair took on a golden glow in the sunset, and he kind of looked like... Jesus? You'd noticed his resemblance to the Messiah the second you met him, but it was an observation you'd decided to keep quiet.

He looked tired- exhausted actually. He spent almost every waking moment either working with the Dora Milaje or being put through tests in Shuri's lab. And now here you were, disturbing one of his few peaceful moments.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I just, um, wanted to see how you were doing?"

His brows pulled together and he cocked his head to the side, confused.

"I just mean- I know that this work is really hard on you. It's none of my business and I'm just a lab tech, so stop me if I'm overstepping but...I just wanted to check in on you".

A small but genuine smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Oh, um. That's- no, you're not overstepping. That's nice of you," he stammered. "I'm...okay".

It was definitely a lie, but you didn't want to push him. Eavesdropping in Shuri's lab everyday, you knew he'd been suffering from night terrors, paralyzing panic attacks, guilt that ran a mile deep, and the fear that he may never be able to trust his own mind. But his answer sufficed for the moment. He seemed like such a warm person under his shy exterior, and you wanted to get to know him. He deserved a friend, and you wanted to be that for him but you knew you had to be patient. After everything he'd been through, it wasn't easy for him to be vulnerable around new people, so you'd wait as long as you had to.

Over the next few weeks, you made an effort to get close to him: Saying hello to him in the lab, sharing your snacks with him, telling him all about your family back home in the states. He opened up to you when you shared personal details about yourself, returning the gesture by telling you about his sister, Rebecca.

It all came to fruition when Shuri wasn't available for a few days, her princess duties taking precedent over her work with Bucky. It was you who she'd put in charge of Bucky's brain, and you hoped that he'd feel comfortable enough to work with you.

"Oh, hey...where's uh-where's Shuri?" he'd asked as he walked into the lab, his hair falling in his face.

"King T'Challa actually needs her for a few days", you told him cautiously, "so she left me in charge".

Studying Bucky's face, you waited for his expression to change into one of displeasure or disappointment, but it never did.

Instead, that small, genuine smile crawled across his lips once again and he sat down in the chair across from you, ready to get to work. Before you could start on the big stuff, you noticed that he was pushing his hair out of his face almost constantly.

"Hang on, can I...?" you offered, showing him a ponytail holder you kept on your wrist. He thought about it for a second before nodding, giving you permission to help him out. "I tried a few times, but you know, I only have the one arm now, so..." his voice trailed off and one of his signature sad smiles made an appearance.

"Good thing I'm here then," you murmured as you pulled his hair into a half up-half down bun. "There. Looks great," you said proudly, making your way back to your seat.

A sheepish look crossed his face and you saw a flash of blush fill his cheeks, "thank you".

Grabbing Shuri's tablet, you began accessing Bucky's file before taking a pause and looking up at him. "Is this okay?" you asked, "I have to look at your files and I just-"

A pang of anxiety hit him in the chest as he realized you were about to find out all the bloody, gory details of his years as the Winter Soldier. He knew that in order to help him, you had to know everything- but he didn't want his new friend being scared away by what he'd done all those years. With reluctance, he nodded.

"No judgement," you promised, "I'm just here to help".

Over the course of the day, you learned a lot of things about Bucky's Hydra years that threatened to make you cry- the only way you resisted giving in to the tears was by reminding yourself that you crying over his past would probably make him very uncomfortable. When the day was finally over, you put away Shuri's tablet and knew you should let Bucky go- but you just had one question for him.

"Hey, um, real quick...what's your pain level like?"

It took Bucky by surprise, he hadn't expected anyone to ask him about pain caused by losing his arm over seventy years ago. "Oh. Umm. It's not bad. But it's not...comfortable. Why do you ask?"

"Well I just know that the initial, um...injury was really traumatic for your shoulder" you began, almost regretting bringing it up. "And then the removal of the remainder of the joint wasn't done with much care". He nodded and you watched him experience horrifying flashbacks from his fall and his subsequent 'surgery' under Hydra.

"And we both know Stark wasn't gentle with Cap's shield in Siberia..." you continued. "So I was just wondering, I know how bad scar tissue can hurt, especially when the area experiences trauma over and over."

He nodded and a deep, sad sigh left his lips. "It doesn't hurt all the time- when I was the um, the Winter Soldier, I didn't even acknowledge the pain. I couldn't. But ever since I've been back in my own brain, I've noticed that it aches. A lot. And it's been worse ever since Siberia..."

You felt tears threatening to fill your eyes once again as Bucky spoke about his pain- he never deserved any of it.

"Well, I don't know if you'd be interested in this, but I'm really familiar with scar massage" you offered. "I had a pretty intense surgery a few years ago and the scar was so painful. My physical therapist showed me how to make it better. Just an offer, though. No pressure".

Being touched wasn't something Bucky was super comfortable with yet; he still flinched every time someone reached out to him, no doubt a lasting side effect of his abuse under Hydra.

"Thank you" he muttered, giving you that small smile you'd begun to love so much. "Can I walk you home?"

Your heart fluttered at his offer, and that's when you realized. "Shit" you thought, "I can not have feelings for this man". But the chance to spend even more time with him as he walked you back home was just too appealing, so you took him up on it.

After that night, the two of you fell into a routine for months: you'd fix his hair so that it wasn't in his face and then the two of you would work in the lab-with Shuri, of course. After the lab you'd grab dinner and take it to his favorite spot to watch the sunset together. He'd always walk you home, giving you a sweet, one-armed hug that lasted a little longer each day.

It was early one Saturday morning when a light knock on your front door pulled you away from your coffee. Opening the door, you saw Bucky standing in front of you, his face tense. "Hey, Buck. Everything okay?"

"No, not really. I was up all night and I uh, I wanted to take you up on your offer- if it's still on the table" he said with a weak smile.

Instantly, you let him in and directed him to the couch. The warm expression he usually wore around you was gone, and replaced by a pained grimace that broke your heart. "Hurts really bad, huh?" you asked, and all he could do was nod.

"Okay, um, I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off first…"

Bucky's heart sank. He knew that he needed to give you access to his scar in order for you to work on it, but he hated the sight of it and he didn't want the woman he was secretly in love with to be disgusted by the gnarly reminder of his torment. Sensing his trepidation, you slowly reached out and took his large, warm hand in yours.

"I know you don't like how it looks, but I promise you I won't be freaked out" you whispered. "I just want to help".

He was silent for a moment, and seriously considered getting up and leaving, until a sharp ache brought him back to reality. With a nod, he swiftly pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. His eyes traveled toward the ceiling as he laid down on your couch, avoiding eye contact with you as you took in the sight of his scar.

You'd never seen it before, and it felt like you and Bucky had made a big step forward in your relationship now that you had. Your eyes traveled the length of the thick, pink scar, following it from the end of his clavicle to the top of his ribcage. It looked rough and choppy and you hated the Hydra bastard who had done such a shit job removing Bucky's shoulder. It was slightly red in certain places, signifying that Bucky had tried to massage it himself.

"I know it's kinda gross, I'm sorry" he muttered, dragging you out of your silent observation. "I promise I wouldn't be asking you to do this if it it weren't absolutely killing me".

Gently, you placed a hand on the scar and stroked it lightly with your thumb. "It's not gross, Buck. It's just a scar. And I'm more than happy to help. I just wish you would've come to me with this last night...did you try to work on it yourself?"

He groaned and nodded. "It didn't go well...I made it way worse".

"Alright, promise you'll come to me next time? No matter what time it is?"you stroked the scar, banishing the pain for a short moment.

"Promise" he murmured, and his warm smile finally returned.

"Okay, good. I'll be right back".

Quickly enough that Bucky couldn’t change his mind, you ran to your room to grab your vitamin E oil. "I'm gonna apologize in advance if I hurt you at all" you said as you placed a few drops of oil across the scar. "If you need me to give you a break or stop altogether, just let me know".

He nodded and took a deep breath. The anxiety he felt about you touching him so intimately rose up in his chest and it took everything in him to stay put.

Carefully, you worked your way across the scar, taking it in small sections to ensure the whole thing got the attention it needed. You were as gentle as you could be but Bucky still winced every now and then. His general discomfort with being touched-especially in a spot he was so self conscious about- only added to the occasional grimaces that appeared across his face.

You wanted to get his focus somewhere else in the hopes that he'd think less about his pain, so you tried to get him talking. "Hey, what's your favorite movie?"

He hesitated before answering, "Um, I don't know. I haven't seen a movie in-well, I haven't really had the time" he joked.

"Oh, right. Um, favorite book?"

And that was all it took. He started on a nuanced soliloquy about things he'd read as a child, his favorite books before the war, and the novels he'd read during his downtime overseas. He lit up as he talked about his favorite fictional worlds, and you couldn't help but smile down at him with adoration.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today," you said as you finished up a spot near the top of his ribcage. Bucky looked at you with surprise, almost not believing that you'd taken his mind off of things.

"Wow," he said with a smile, "you are...something". It took everything in your power to restrain yourself from leaning down to kiss him- He was something. He searched the ground for his shirt and pulled it over his head, having had his scar on display for long enough.

"I don't know if you're busy right now or anything, but I'd love to make you breakfast...if you want" you offered.

A small sigh of relief left Bucky's lips, like he'd been looking for an excuse to stay and you'd found one for him. Together, you made veggie omelettes, home fries, and toast while listening to his favorite jazz musicians from the forties. He was all smiles and, for a second, Bucky felt like he was himself again. He always felt that way around you-like none of the awful things he'd experienced had ever happened.

A call from Ayo brought him screeching back into reality just as you finished breakfast. "I have to go meet the Dora Milaje" he said, disappointment coloring his voice. Never had he ever felt anything other than positivity towards the most incredible warriors in the world, but Ayo had completely shattered the moment of domestic bliss he'd been sharing with you.

"Hey," he called as he headed out the door, "meet me our spot tonight? For dinner?"

"Of course."

As sunset neared, you sat alone in Bucky's favorite spot. He'd asked you to meet and now he was nowhere to be found, which was unlike him. You began searching for him in the surrounding areas and found him all alone, pacing and muttering to himself under his breath.

"Buck? Is everything okay?"

His head shot up when he heard your voice, and you saw a flash of panic cross his face.

"Oh. Hey-hi. Um, yeah. Yes. I'm okay" he stammered.

Something was wrong. He was off in some way and worry instantly plagued you. "I was waiting for you at our spot but...Are you sure you're alright? Something seems...different".

A million emotions flashed through Bucky's face in mere seconds, making it impossible for you to pin down what was going on. His deep, dark eyes sliced through you as he quickly contemplated telling you the truth.

"I'm just going to be honest," he began. "I haven't said anything because, well, you're my best friend-my favorite person in the whole world- and I didn't want to upset you or make you uncomfortable..."

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever harsh truth Bucky was about to drop on you.

"But here's the thing..." he continued. "I am fully in love with you. I didn't see this happening to me-ever- but you are the best person I've ever met. You're kind and smart and so funny and you- you make me feel like a person instead of a science project or a ruthless ex-assassin. I'm sorry if this makes things between us complicated, but I just-"

As quickly as you could, you flung your arms around Bucky's neck and pulled him close. Your foreheads met gently before you lightly brushed the tip of your nose across his.

"God, I'm so glad you said something," you joked. "I wanted to tell you this morning but I couldn't get the nerve...I love you, Buck. So much".

His strong arm wrapped around your waist and pressed you close to his body, giving you the last bit of confidence you needed to meet his lips with yours. His kiss was tender and deep, somehow even better than you'd been imagining it for the past few months.

A loud cheer pulled the two of you out of the moment, and made your heads snap toward the sound. Shuri, Ayo, and few other members of the Dora Milaje stood in the distance clapping and pointing.

“Well” Ayo called, “Looks like the White Wolf has finally found his mate.”

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wakandan-smuts-forever · 3 years

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Birds, Bees and Panthers (humorous smut ⚠NSFW⚠)

Hey Ya’ll!! Hope you enjoy this two part story, and be sure to check out my masterlist and request/ask something!!

The bottles of fine perfume that sat on the Queen's dresser nearly fell over with the impact.

"AaahH!! Sthandwa..!" The Queen moaned in blissful response to her husband's impassioned pounding. T'Chaka's warm girth was all she could feel as he dug deeper and deeper with every thrust.

She arched her back and the King growled, his sweaty chest rumbling under her palms: "You like that?"

"Ewe, T'Chakaa....aaaaAAHH!!" She squealed as he began giving her a series of short thrusts at the right angle, bringing his hand in between them to massage her clit.

He lay her down on the dressing table, continuing the pleasurable ordeal upon her.

"How close are you?" He whispered, leaning down to reach her lips.

"Not very close..." She murmured, kissing him.

He deepened the kiss, keeping his pace steady, "Let's get closer then?"

"MMmm.."

"mm....."

"Ngghhh.."

"Mmh, Ramonda, you feel like heaven..."

"Ohhh"

"Shall I-?"

"Nonono, keep doing it-"

"Aaahhh..."

Clink!

"Anhhh..!"

Rattle.

"AaaahhhhH!"

Crash!

"OHH, ewe, Sthandwa!!"

T'Chaka groaned deeply as he sunk into his beautiful wife for a last time before a stirring caught his keen ears-

He glanced towards its source, and froze.

Outside the unlocked door, stood two feet of innocent curiosity, in the form of their three year old son. T'Challa was holding a bowl of an unfinished snack in hand, and staring at his parents with wide eyes.

T'Chaka quickly noted his very clear view of their compromising position and barely concealed genitals and tried not to run for cover.

' He shouldn't feel like we're doing something wrong ' He thought to himself before turning his attention to his wife, who had noticed the sudden stop and was looking inquiringly at her husband.

"T'Challa" He whispered.

Ramonda sat up swiftly, before regaining some composure and placing a reassuring hand on her husbands shoulder.

"T'Challa, Uthando, could you give us some time alone? We'll be free in a minute..." She addressed the toddler with a small smile.

T'Challa nodded (in the most adorable way) and lingered for a second before waddling away.

"What do we do?" She turned to the King.

"It's fine... let's just finish this before explaining it to him."

Part II :D

#t'challa #smut #T'Challa smut #baby t'challa #baby avengers #mcu #black panther #wakanda #comedy #humor #marvel smut #T'Chaka x Ramonda #T'Chaka #Ramonda #Queen of Wakanda

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thesuitkovian · 3 years

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How the Avengers (and Co) Would React to You Asking Them To Cuddle

A/N: I imagine you were saying specifically “Could we cuddle, please?”.

Bruce Banner

“Absolutely! Yes!”

Very excited, tries to hide it though (is unsuccessful)

Spoons you from behind, one arm tight around your waist and the other under your head. Doesn’t move his arm until you get up, even if you fall asleep.

Bucky Barnes

“Yes.” He would say, immediately, no hesitation at all, not even a second of it. He has been waiting for this moment.

Cuddling is possibly his favorite thing to do with you, loving being so close to you. Close enough he can hear your heartbeat and feel your warm breath and smell your shampoo.

He would probably want you to lay on top of him, like your head on his chest and your legs tangled together. He likes the weight of you on top of him, makes him feel grounded.

Carol Danvers

“Sure, love.”

Lays on her back with you on your side, tucked up under her arm. Probably pulls a leg over her waist.

Clint Barton

“Damn straight we can.”

Would cuddle with you on the couch, with his legs stretched out an you sitting between them, leaning back on his chest. He would wrap his arms around you, and probably hold your hands at the same time.

Gamora

“... Why?”

Would be the big spoon 100% of the time.

Helmut Zemo

“Of course, my dear.”

Tucks you up against his chest, with your head nestled under his chin and his arms tight around your middle.

John Walker

“Well of course, babe.”

Would flip flop between wanting you to lay completely on top of him, with your head on his chest and your lower half between his legs, and wanting to lay completely on you with his face in your neck and his arms tight around your middle.

Lemar Hoskins

“Hell yeah! I am always up for cuddling.”

Would want to lay on your sides facing each other, so he can look at you as you cuddle. Would probably want to talk too, about your days or your hobbies or something.

Loki

He would think on it a moment before rolling his eyes and muttering, “If we must.”

He would say something like “I truly don’t see the point of this.” while you guys are cuddling but he secretly enjoys it

Would be the big spoon, though secretly he would want to try being the little spoon

If you two ever try cuddling with him as the little spoon, or with you holding him in any way, he will have to stop himself from crying

Natasha Romanoff

*playful gasp of excitement* “Yes we can.”

LIterally has the softest pillows/blankets of all time and will make a little nest out of them so it feels like you are being cocooned in softness.

Nebula

“I don’t understand, what’s cuddling?”

After you explain it, she would be very hesitant but would eventually agree to it.

Would be the big spoon because she wouldn’t want you behind her where she can’t see you.

Peter Parker

*excited Peter noises.* He has been waiting for this day.

He has a ton of fluffy pillows and soft blankets to make it as comfortable as possible, and he would give you a sweater/pair of his sweatpants to wear while you guys cuddle.

A tangle of limbs, to the point you have no idea where he ends and you begin.

Peter Quill

“Yes! Yes we can!”

Would be the little spoon 100% of the time.

Pietro Maximoff

“Just cuddling?” Wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Would want you to lay on his chest. This is the best position to play with your hair or run his hands up and down your back/sides.

Sam Wilson

“Sure, do you want to cuddle on the bed, or on the couch?”

Would grab blankets and snacks and your favorite drinks, really anything you guys would need so you don’t have to get up to get it. You guys would probably have a movie marathon while cuddling.

Scott Lang

“Um… yeah we could.”

When you just sort of stand/sit there awkwardly waiting he realizes what you meant.

“Oh! You mean right now! Uh yeah, come on over!” Lifts his arm up so he can tuck you under it.

Sharon Carter

You and Sharon would cuddle all the time, so you asking her to cuddle is absolutely no surprise to her.

She’s a lot like Sam where she has everything in reach so you guys don’t have to get up at all

She likes to cuddle sitting up/leaning back against the headboard or arm of the couch with you in between her legs leaning back against her chest.

Shuri

Would make fun of you/tease you, but only in a joking way.

Octopus cuddler, your legs would be tangled together and her arms would be wrapped around your waist while her head rests on her chest.

Talks to you about what she’s been working on lately.

Stephen Strange

Would think about it for a few seconds before saying, “Why not.”

You guys would cuddle on a couch/lounging chair, and your back would be to his chest as he reads to you.

Steve Rogers

“Sure!”

Drops what he’s doing, unless it's like important avenger paperwork stuff.

Would be an amazing cuddler, and would probably like sleeping on his back with one of your arms/legs strewn across him. Easiest position to run his hand up and down your back.

Cuddling would be sort of like a therapy session for him, where he would just get all of his stresses from work and other relationships off his chest.

T'Challa

“Of course we can, love. I am so glad you asked, I love to cuddle with you.”

You just know he has the best silk sheets, the ones that feel like water against your skin. And he has a huge bed, just because he moves in his sleep a lot. And he’s rich so he has like a ton of pillows. All in all possibly the most comfortable place to cuddle.

Asks you about your day, how you’re feeling, that sort of thing.

Thor

He would be very enthusiastic about making sure it’s as comfortable for you.

Would still get up every 5 mins to get something/use the bathroom.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable, my love? I know humans can be quite sensitive. Is the blanket too rough? Is it too hot, I can turn down the heat?”

Tony Stark

“Oh why, yes of course. Just don’t mess up my hair.”

Would hold you against his chest with an arm around your waist and just the fingertips of his other hand running up and down your arm, which lays over his heart.

Tells you about things going on with the avengers, and listens when you tell him all about what’s going on with you.

Valkyrie

“No. No, I will not cuddle with you! I am a Valky-... fine.”

Wants to lay facing each other. She says it's so she can look you in the eyes while she talks to you, because that’s the respectful thing to do, but it’s actually because laying that way gives her the perfect up close view of your face. Her favorite view.

Vision

“Of course, my dear.”

Would lay on his back with your legs in between his legs and your head on his chest.

Routinely checks in to make sure you are comfortable, have enough blankets, don't need a drink, ect. Plays with your hair/runs his hands up and down your back, probably holds one of your hands.

Wade Wilson

“Yeabsolutely we can!”

Has a ton of blankets to make a cocoon out of.

Would have you lay on him, straddling his waist and your arms around his neck. Would probably tickle you at one point.

Wanda Maximoff

“Of course, my dear.”

Would say she is completely unbiased about what position you cuddle in but she loves any position where she can hear your heart.

Would try to make you laugh so she can hear your laugh all up close and personal like that.

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super-soldier-sandwich · 3 years

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Stucky Baseball Headcannons

I’m bored and my fiance is watching baseball so this happened. Enjoy!!

Steve and Bucky were both huge Brooklyn Dodgers fans before the war and were quite disappointed to learn that the Dodgers had moved to Los Angeles in 1957 but they still support the team.

When they were kids Bucky caught a foul ball that was coming straight for Steve’s head and gave it to him. Steve still has it to this day.

They watched the movie “42″ about Jackie Robinson and couldn’t get over how much the actor who played Jackie looked like T'Challa. Everyone else said they were crazy.

They make a point of going to at least 1 game a year together and they absolutely love that even though all of the stadiums are much fancier and flashier, it still feels the same as when they were kids.

It’s on their Bucket list to visit every stadium in the United States.

Steve always gets Cracker Jacks at the game and Bucky likes to try whatever speciality food is served at the Stadium.

Sometimes they forget lots of rules in baseball have changed over the years and frequently yell at the officials for making “bad calls”.

Bucky was banned from coaching their kids little league team after half a season for being TOO passionate about the game. Steve offers to fill his role and is an awesome coach. Bucky opts to bring snacks for the team and cheer from the stands.

Pepper asks the team if they have any ideas for a charity event The Stark Foundation can put on, Steve immediately suggests a charity baseball game and offers to captain a team and Tony jumps in and says he will captain the other team....things got very competitive....very fast.

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ace-of-pythons · 3 years

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A bunch of marvel headcanons for your entertainment

Some of these are inspired by general stuff I've seen on the internet a while ago, others are completely random

• Clint Barton often inhabits the vents. He's been doing so for years and the avengers have all gotten used to it. He will usually sit in the vents and record them doing stupid stuff and adds it to his smack cam. He actually has a youtube channel called "HawkeyeTheBestAvenger" and has quite a few followers.

• Tony stark and dr. Stephen strange have a web show called "stark contrasts, strange similarities". They were very bored and apparently people found amusement in hearing them engage in a battle of wit. It now is a weekly activity and some of the other avengers will come down and watch the show. It helps the two so they have a designated time to verbally attack eachother instead of doing so on the battle field. They used to ignore each others plans and argue to the point of losing the battle, but now they are an unstoppable force and barely anything stands in their way. Except peter parker's puppy dog eyes.

• Clint Barton wanted to be a stand-up comedian, but he ended up becoming an assassin instead.

• Doctor strange owns at least 4 different copies of lord of the rings. Only peter parker knows this. If tony were to find out, he would never let him live it down.

• Peter parker often confuses the ceiling and the floor which has lead to tony freaking out at 2AM because he saw a figure crawling on the ceiling. (Tony called an exorcist soon after, but it happened to be doctor strange. The following events are now known as the not-so-demonic-doctor-and-the-spiderlings-unfortunate-timing.)

• Natasha and bucky sometimes have entire conversations in Russian without realizing it. Once they were talking late at night and had switched over to Russian without realizing and then steve walked into the kitchen. Nat asked what he was doing and he looked confused. She asked again but he still wasn't saying anything. Bucky then asked and all steve said was "what?". The two assassins then started to yell at steve in Russian. They forgot to watch their volume and ended up waking everyone. They were still shouting at steve when clint walked in and said "You know they are just asking you what you're doing up this late at night, right?" The rest of the night was filled with a tired spider-child, a blanket covered Bruce, and an overly annoyed tony.

• Tony has many nicknames for dr. Strange including, but not limited to: strange, stranger danger, Dumbledore, wizard, Merlin, Harry Potter, better steve, and stephanie.

• Outside of avengers tower, most people think that tony treats his intern poorly, but in reality he treats him like royalty. Peter has gotten used to tony stark's dad mode, everytime someone new comes in they are always surprised. Tony will cary around all the things his spider child needs. Food? He has a plethora of snacks. Backpacks? He has a closet with a bunch of new ones. Web fluid? He always has a replacement vial of the stuff if peter runs out. Hotel? Travago. He makes sure the spiderling is as happy as possible and will go to any length to make it happen. Scott lang was shocked to discover this. He then assumed that peter was his actual child. No one had the heart to tell him otherwise. He didnt find out he wasn't Tony's biological child until a month later.

• When scott lang, aka ant man, first joined it caused much confusion. The later deemed bug bois had a rocky start, but in an interesting way. Scott was under the impression that peter can control spiders and peter thought that Scott's full name was Scottish language. It took an hour and a spider sister for everything to be cleared up. Now the bug bois and the spider sister go on many missions together. Peter and scott always make as many nerd and science puns as possible while natasha just shakes her head.

• Tony does a bad. A terrible, terrible thing. He introduced peter to harley. This resulted in immediate vine references and instant friendship. It also caused the labs to catch on fire. The pure chaos that these two caused is more than even clint and scott can cause which is saying alot. It got to a point where the whole base was covered in waiting pranks and operational lightsabers. The two also figured out how to safely eat tide pods. You can imagine Tony's reaction. And to add insult to injury, king T'Challa came to the compound. With Shuri. S h u r i. The damage increased by double in the first hour alone. Let's just say that tony had to call Stephen to try to clean everything up. They still find shaving cream in the labs and kitchen even after they thought they were done cleaning.

• Doctor strange is broke. He had literally no money whatsoever. In the beginning he had started to spend it faster then he was making it. He then spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to try and fix his hands and when that didn't work he sold his things to get to Nepal. Specifically Kathmandu. Even more specifically, kamar-taj. Once he became a sorcerer money didn't matter as much. Now that he's back in New York, well, money is a problem again. He'll sometimes do really odd jobs to make a little bit more money in his free time (which is already minimal). The weirdest job he took was being a magician for a little kids birthday party. He may or may not have sent a kid to another dimension, but he'll never tell. (Sorry Marcus).

• Matt has a habit of getting thrown into dumpsters. Clint also has a habit of getting thrown into dumpsters. You can imagine Matt's suprise when someone else gets thrown into his dumpster. That's the somewhat anticlimactic way that Hawkeye and Daredevil meet. It's the deaf leading the blind. Two halves of one full idiot. They hated each other at first but they kept ending up in dumpsters. After one battle where daredevil got seriously injured, clint helped patch him up. From that moment on they learned that teaming up with each other wasn't that bad. Now the two can be seen patrolling around hell's kitchen and Manhattan and chatting all along the way.

• Peter got stuck. Quarantined in tony stark's laboratory. With iron man himself. And a few of the avengers. They have been pretty good with not bothering Peter while he's on a zoom call. That was until strange came by because of some multi-dimensional beast or something that turned out to be nothing. Well after that was settled, wong refused to let strange back into the sanctum. Resulting in Stephen being stuck at the compound with everyone else. This of course included tony. Peter was minding his own business following along with his chemistry class one peaceful Wednesday. Tony was tinkering on some piece of the newest iron man armor. Peter had turned his microphone on to answer a question when suddenly, strange yells out " Anthony Edward Stark!" Turns out that tony wasn't going to let the wizard enjoy his stay and decided to channel his inner loki. The good doctor appeared in the doorway covered head to toe with bright pink glittery paint. Tony then proceeded to laugh so hard he's on the floor. Peter had at one point, gotten up to help the sorcerer leaving his call unmuted. Meaning that his entire class heard the absolutely absurd conversation happening. That was how his class learned that he did in fact have an internship with tony stark himself.

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A Full Party

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Athena and Tibbs greeted them like anyone else that was considered a friend, they barely even paid any attention when they stepped off the elevator. Athena briefly flicked an ear in their direction before returning her attention to the rare belly rub she let herself enjoy that Bucky was giving her, and Tibbs rubbed up against their legs before he dashed over to Peter when he shook the treat bag. But Flynn? His reaction was...interesting to say the least.

Everyone was relaxing and spending time with each other while Wanda and Cassie made dinner and snacks for their regular team bonding day (otherwise known as movie night), when the fox suddenly screeched. Quill was on his feet quicker than anyone could turn their heads, but when he saw who the kit was screaming at, he groaned and stomped over to pick him up by his scruff.

"Hey! Relax! Do you see Athena freaking out?" The god huffed and Flynn immediately fell quiet. Whether it was because he was safely in Quill's grasp or if he understood him was a mystery though. "They're friends!"

Shuri bent over cackling and T'Challa merely shook his head as Flynn squirmed in Quill's grasp to try and get to his shoulders. The celestial held him up and let the fox curl around his shoulders, and Flynn sniffed the fingers that Shuri offered after she was done laughing. She pet his head a few times before he playfully snapped at her and she took her hand back.

"I swear he's not racist." Quill said. "He doesn't do that shit with Sam or Rhodey."

"They're new to him. He hasn't seen them before." Stephen said as he approached them. "I'm glad you could find some time to get away." He said to T'Challa.

The king smiles. "We needed a break and we wanted to visit."

"You came at the perfect moment. We're having our monthly movie night. How long are you staying?" Stephen asked as Quill stepped away.

"A week if that's alright." T'Challa said.

"No can do kitty-cat." Tony says from the couch. "There's no room. You'll have to sleep in the dumpster outside."

Stephen rolls his eyes. "Don't listen to him. There's plenty of room. You can stay on Sam's floor."

"Thank you."

T'Challa and Shuri step out further into the floor to socialize, the king going over to Steve and Bucky, and Shuri of course joining the teens. She did eventually end up with Diana and Valerie a little while later and both girls were enraptured by stories of her brother's good deeds. It was nice to see the baby warm up to her so quickly since they rarely saw the royal pair. But it also rubbed Stephen the wrong way because that meant she was becoming less attached to him. At least in his mind she was. If he asked anyone else, Valerie was just as attached to him as she usually was. She was the baby that he could have every single day and wasn't expected to change back to normal within 24 hours or completely miss out on. He enjoyed when the boys and Cassie had been changed but they weren't actual babies. Valerie was, and she was growing up too fast. Sometimes it felt like he had been snapped again because it seemed like just yesterday that he brought her into the world.

He missed her tiny hands and feet, the way she curled against him, and even missed the times she would fall asleep on his shoulder and drool all over it. It was amazing how much he had changed. The old him before the accident would have scoffed at the idea of having kids. Now, he actually thought of the accident as a blessing in disguise. It humbled him. Gave him the opportunity to meet Tony, to have this huge family instead of being alone for possibly the rest of his life.

Stephen really did want another one. He could have ten and Tony would barely blink. He'd just look at however many kids Stephen brought home (whether adopted or magical) and put aside some money for college for every single one of them. He already did that for the twins. Everyone joked about Stephen bringing home the next kid, but sometimes he thinks they forgot who brought home the first two.

Peter and Harley were Tony's first. Stephen just swooped in and took over. Peter very easily cracked the ice around his heart, Harley stuck a chisel in it, and Diana dealt the finishing blow and smashed the ice to smithereens when he accidentally brought her into the world. Stephen's heart was now soft and mushy, and grew with each kid.

He was the fucking Grinch of kids.

"Honey, why do you look like you ate something sour?" Tony asked and Stephen looked at him.

"I…" he blushed. "No reason. Just thinking to myself."

There was another screech from Flynn and an irritated "why are you like this?!" from Quill and Stephen looked over to find Carol on the balcony. Considering she didn't use the elevator, she probably flew here and might have spooked the fox, so he didn't really blame Flynn this time. Tibbs happily trotted over to the woman and rubbed up against her leg before looking around her.

Carol laughed as she crouched down to scratch behind his ears, "sorry fuzzball. No Goose this time."

Tibbs actually sounded like he meowed in disappointment, but he enjoyed the scratches and followed her back inside.

Carol smirked as Stephen approached her. "Have any popcorn?"

"It's for movie night!" Cassie called from the kitchen and Carol raised an eyebrow. "Dinner's almost ready!"

"Guess I'll go get cozy." She said as she scooped up Tibbs in one of her arms and sauntered over to the couch.

Peter seemed to give up on the cat once Carol arrived, knowing Tibbs would spend as much time as possible with her since he rarely saw her. She was in the top three of the cat's favorite humans, Peter and Tony being the other two. Quill finally found himself on the couch again with Flynn contently curled up on his lap and both T'Challa and Carol looked at them.

"Even I know the fox is new," Carol said. "What was with the screaming?"

"Stephen thinks it's because you're new to him. I think it's just because he's a brat." Quill huffed. "The universe decided that I needed the neediest fucking animal alive."

"He can't be that bad." T'Challa said and Scott snorted from his spot on the ground where he was playing cards on the coffee table with Sam and Clint.

"He's that bad. He cries if Quill goes anywhere without him. Hey! I saw that!" Scott said to Clint who had tried to slip a card away for later.

Things got a little too busy for Valerie so she joined Stephen on the couch when he finally sat down. Athena did too once Bucky finished giving her obnoxious belly rubs, and dinner ended up having to be brought to the sorcerer and Valerie when it was ready. Thankfully, Vision was kind enough to do just that and they both thanked him. Tony managed to find his way next to Stephen with his own dinner, and when everyone was settled with a plate, a family friendly movie was started. If only for the sake of the younger children. Once they went to bed, the older kids would go watch another movie in one of their bedrooms, and the adults would drink.

Stephen really needed a night to let loose. It had been a while.

So when the younger kids went to bed and the older kids squirreled away into one of the bedrooms with endless snacks, Stephen didn't even bother replacing them like he usually did. Tonight was a freebie. He was going to drink and he would let his kids get sugar high and consume a concerning amount of other junk food. They knew the adults were going to be drinking, so they knew leaving the bedroom would be at their own risk. It was a good thing William knew how to make portals and teleport.

"Mom, I swear if that's a bottle of wine I see, I'm going to stage an intervention." Clint said with a groan.

Stephen raises a brow as he opens the bottle in the kitchen, then rejoins everyone. "This is mine. I don't know what you're all going to drink." He said with a smug smirk.

"Oh, wow. Who's being a bad influence on him?" Carol asked.

Everyone looked at Thor who looked back with a little offense.

"Why are you all looking at me?" The Asgardian asked.

"Thor had nothing to do with it." Stephen said after draining a fourth of the bottle. Tony had watched in amazement with a hint of concern. "I just need this. I parent...I don't even know anymore." He mumbled.

Sam cackled after he came from the bar with bottles of hard liquor and every single shot glass Tony owned. "I'll drink to that. We children are pretty wound up from missions."

Everyone else laughed and started off with a shot before deciding on a drinking game. Stephen took his time on the rest of his bottle of wine while everyone else decided on a game of Never Have I Ever. Steve, Bucky, Thor, Carol, and Quill drank Thor's Asgardian stuff to even the odds, but even then, everyone was pretty shit-faced pretty quickly. They all knew a concerning amount about each other's sex life or whatever else they were drinking to, except Scott and Quill's sex life wasn't a surprise. Shame wasn't in their vocabulary.

Stephen finally polished off his bottle and joined the game just as Laura said, "Never have I ever done it while a child was in the room."

Stephen and Tony each took a drink and everyone stared at them. The sorcerer simply chuckled and shrugged.

"Valerie was asleep."

Bucky was the one to burst into laughter. "Even I didn't think you'd go that far!"

"I take it where I can get it." Stephen said. "Whose turn is it?"

"T'Challa's." Scott hiccupped.

"Never have I ever been thrown out of a bar or club." The king said.

No one was surprised when Quill took a drink.

"It's not what you think!" He exclaims after swallowing the ale. "It was during a fire. One of my buddies actually threw me out the window...it was before they knew about my powers."

"He probably always wanted to do it." Sam laughed and Quill shrugged.

"Probably."

"Alright," Natasha said to get everybody's attention. "Never have I ever sent a sext to the wrong person."

Every single person took a drink. The ones with kids blushed bright red...and Quill even grabbed the bottle of ale while mumbling something like, "Cass and my work buddies probably need therapy."

Stephen coughed at the god's words and his eyes water from the burning in his nose. "Please don't tell me you sent your daughter an unsolicited dick pic."

Quill groaned. "I did. Thankfully we were both home so I was able to keep her from seeing it. I never got out of bed so fast."

"I should put filters on the kids phones." Tony mumbled. "Or add their personal AI's or Friday to them. Friday, make a note of that."

"Yes, Boss." The AI said.

The game went on for another couple of hours until everyone passed out where they had been sitting. It was weird seeing the king of Wakanda passed out on the couch from drinking, but Tony figured the weird level of that was very low on the list of what he'd seen. He hadn't drank nearly as much as his friends and decided to go out on the balcony and sit in a chair with a cigar. It was something he rarely indulged in, but it was the perfect time to do it. The kids were all asleep and the smoke wouldn't bother anyone, but halfway through it, Stephen had gracefully stumbled out onto the balcony and landed in his lap.

Tony chuckled. "Hi honey. Thought you were dead to the world."

"You left." Stephen mumbled. "Are you smoking?"

"A cigar. A rare treat." Tony admitted.

"Hmm...I like the smell on you." Stephen hummed pleasantly.

"When you're not in danger of puking, I'll make it up to you."

"That's too bad." Stephen whispered. "I thought maybe we could do it right here."

"Tempting...but we do have thirty something kids." Tony laughed.

"I want another one." Stephen slurred as he dozed off on Tony's shoulder and the mechanic rubs his shoulder with his free hand.

"I know. Soon." He promised to his sleeping spouse.

He liked having Stephen in his lap like this. Maybe next time his wife would be sober and they could enjoy the stars from next to the fire at the lake house. He would indulge in a cigar again, have the man cuddled up to him in his lap just like this...and they would look up at the stars. Better yet, it would even be relaxing for Tony. No triggers from looking up into the vast expanse of space, just pure enjoyment.

"We'll have as many as you want." He whispered before placing a soft kiss to Stephen's brow.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange #the avengers #the avengers kids

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missymae531-2 · 3 years

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Teach Me How To Love Chp.10

Olivia's POV

December 31, 2017

9:45 PM

You were finished getting ready for the party and were doing a final once over to make sure you looked ok before leaving the room to meet back up with Bucky and Shuri. You were wearing a pleated champagne chiffon dress and nude red-bottomed Louboutin heels (Pictures Below).

You had done your own makeup and it was a natural/neutral look. You had done your hair half up/half down. Once you were done making sure you were all put together and ready you exited the room and made your way back to the lab. You saw Shuri dressed in a beautiful black dress and red heels with her hair pulled into a tight bun. You both smiled and hugged each other in excitement for the party.

You then began chatting while you both were waiting for Bucky to finish up and join the two of you. After five more minutes of you two chatting you heard footsteps approaching and you both stopped talking and your attention turned to the entrance of the room. A few seconds later Bucky walked into the room and my god did he look good.

"Well hot damn, Barnes you clean up real nice." You say to him hoping to make him blush (Picture Below).

"You look good Bucky...I think I'm going to find T'Challa and check on everything. I'll see you both up on the main floor in a bit." Shuri says in agreement and then leaves you both standing in her lab. You turn your attention back on Bucky and he's walking over to you and he stops just before you.

"You look mighty beautiful in that dress doll, but it'd look much better on our bedroom floor don't you think?" Bucky asks you taking you by surprise. You'd never seen this playful side of him and you are shocked but you like it.

"Mr. Barnes I am a lady of virtue, honor, and respect. And that was a less than honorable comment." You say jokingly and gasping dramatically to really sell it.

"Well, then Ms. Brooks I apologize for my crude comment. How's about I make it up to you by saving you a dance?" Bucky asks you going along with your joke.

"I don't know Mr. Barnes you haven't really shown me that you're worth dancing with. How about you persuade me with a kiss first, and we'll see about that dance." You say to him and wrap your arms around his neck and his arm wraps around your lower back.

"I think I could do just that ma'am," Bucky says and you smile up at him brightly.

He leans in and kisses you softly, you move one hand to hold his face as you kiss him back. Once he breaks the kiss his lifts you up and spins the two of you around, you laughed and held onto him, Bucky then sets you back down gently. You lean up and kiss him quickly once more.

"Well, Mr. Barnes you have definitely persuaded me and I will be saving you a dance." You say and he laughs out and you loved that sound more than you thought you would.

"C'mon Liv, it's five till and we should head on up to the main floor," Bucky says and you nod in agreement.

You take his hand in yours and the two of you make your way up to the main floor. Once you got off the elevator you saw string lights hanging from the ceiling lighting up the room. There was a snack table with many snack foods and a big punch bowl. Plenty of people and couples were already here talking and chatting while waiting for the party to start. You found Shuri, Ayo, and Okoye talking so you both walked over to talk with them seeing as they're really only a few people you knew here tonight.

After five minutes the music began playing and the dance floor was open for anyone to enjoy themselves. You and Bucky headed on over to the snack table and began piling your plates with snacks and went back over to the three women and continued conversating. You and Bucky ate your food and then you got up from your seat.

"Here I'll take this for you." You said and gestured for his now empty plate and he handed it to you.

"Thank you." He says to you.

"Of course, I'll be back in a second." You said to him before walking to the nearest trash can to throw your empty plates away.

After you threw away your trash you walked over to the DJ and requested that he play "Can't Help Falling In Love" covered by Haley Reinhart. He tells you of course and adds it into the mix of songs and tells you it'll play after the next two songs and you thank him kindly before heading back to the table where Bucky is sitting and just watching everyone on the dance floor. You take your seat and take his hand in yours and rest it on your lap.

"You know this is the first New Year's we've spent together without being on the run, worrying about Hydra, or even the Winter Soldier. It feels good to not have to worry about all those things." You say to him and he looks at you.

"It is and it feels great to not have to be on the run looking over our shoulders all the time and worrying if Hydra will get to us and trigger the Winter Soldier, but I'm still not used to celebrating New Year's so this is still different to me." He says and you just listen to him.

"I get that. We'll just have to find our own comfortable way of celebrating New Year's from now on then. Even if it's just staying in for the night in our sweats as we watch the ball drop while drinking champagne out of plastic cups." You said and he smiles.

"That sounds like the perfect way to celebrate New Year's to me. Speaking of do you want to get out of here so we can go celebrate tonight how we actually want to?" He asks you and you look at him the second song had just ended.

"Hold on for just a few more minutes and then we'll say goodbye to Shuri, Ayo, Okoye, and T'Challa before we leave ok?" You ask him and he nods in agreement.

(Play Song Above Now)

You hear the beginning chords to Haley Reinhart's cover of "Can't Help Falling In Love" play through the speakers throughout the room and your smile. You look at Bucky and just watch him as he begins recognizing the more modern version of the classic song by Elvis Presley.

"Mr. Barnes, I believe you owe me that dance now." You say and he looks at you and breaks out into a huge grin.

"Ms. Brooks, will you do the honor of dancing with me tonight?" Bucky asks you as he stands from his seat and holding out his hand for you to take.

"Why of course Mr. Barnes, I did promise one after all and I always keep my promises." You say as you take his hand and you stand up from your seat.

Bucky leads you out on the dance floor and turns to face you. He places his hand on your lower back and you wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you begin swaying slowly in circles and your both just looking into each other's eyes. You press your cheek against his and sing into his ear making sure he hears every lyric fall from your lips. You both swayed in silence reeling in the intimate moment, this is your very first dance with Bucky, and you are very positive that it will not be your last.

The song comes to an end and Bucky surprises you and dips you backward and kissing you softly and briefly before he slowly brings you back up being careful not to drop you. You smile at him and he smiles right back at you. You both will remember this night for the rest of your lives. It was romantic, intimate, calm, and very sweet and you never want to forget it. You took hold of Bucky's hand and you lead him off the dance floor, you both made your way over to the familiar group of women.

"You've got yourself quite the charmer, Olivia," Okoye says as the two of you approach the three women.

"That I do, Okoye, that I do." You say looking at Bucky and squeezing his hand.

"You two are quite the pair, and you both looked wonderful on the dance floor," Ayo says and you let go of Bucky's hand and wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close.

"Yes, I agree you both look great together. A match made for each other." Shuri says and the both of you laugh.

"Thank you, really. Tonight has been wonderful and I know we haven't stayed long but we're both not used to big crowds so we're gonna head on back home. We'll see you all again soon, but until then Happy New Year and enjoy the party you've all earned it." You said and Bucky nods in agreement.

"Yes, thank you for the party, letting me take refuge here, for getting Hydra out of my head, and just everything you've all done for me and Olivia. It means the world to us both. Have a very Happy New Year and thanks again." Bucky says and they all nod back at him.

"Happy New Year, you two," Okoye says to you both and then you both walk away from the three of them towards the doors.

You both walked home and sure it was a long walk, but you didn't care because you were with Bucky and you loved every second that you had with him because even though things are good now, you'll never know when something will go wrong, and you'll spend your last moments together. It could be tomorrow or even the day after that, but for now, you were walking home talking about everything and nothing with Bucky.

You both arrived home and made your way up the porch stairs and for a few moments you both turned and looked up at the sky just taking in the feeling and moment of being with each other. After a while you made your way through the front door to the living room, you told Bucky to wait right there and that you'd be back in a second. You quickly made your way into your shared bedroom and grabbed your phone and speaker.

You made your way back into the living room, you moved the couch back and the coffee table to the side. You now had a nice-sized dance floor. You then unlocked your phone and opened up the Spotify App and scrolled through your playlists until you found the one you wanted. It was titled "Slow Dancing" and you clicked on it. You turned on the speaker and waited until the little white light turned blue letting you know that it had connected to your phone.

You turned the volume up on your phone and the speaker as well. You pressed play on the first song of the playlist and "It's Been A Long, Long Time" by Harry James played through the speaker. You set the speaker down on the coffee table and looked over at Bucky and you saw that he recognized the song. You did too, Steve liked to play a lot of jazz music from his time and this was one of the most frequent songs you heard and you really liked this one. You walked over to Bucky and held out your hand.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Barnes?" You asked him and he smiled at you.

"Why of course doll," Bucky answered you and took your hand in his as he pulled you into his strong chest. His arm snaked around your body and stayed on your lower back just like before at the palace and your arms found their place around his neck.

"This song is one of Steve's favorites. He used to play it every chance that he got." Bucky said and you giggled.

"Oh, I know he played it in our apartment all the time. It's now one of my favorites because of him." You say and Bucky laughs.

"Before it became my favorite every time that he played it I would get so annoyed, but over time it grew on me and now I love it." You say to Bucky and he laughs.

The two of you danced and swayed for what seems like a lifetime. You wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment with Bucky. You wanted the two of you to stay like this forever. Happy, calm, uninterrupted, safe, and at home. Because no matter where you were in the world you felt the safest in Bucky's arms, you felt like nothing, and no one could reach you or hurt you so long as you were in his arms, he just felt safe and warm. He felt like home. He was your home.

11:58 PM

You and Bucky had spent the last two hours slow dancing in your living room. Still, all dressed up, just enjoying the intimacy of this moment. From the moment you arrived home up until now, you had just been swaying in circles around the living room listening to your Slow Dancing playlist on Spotify. You stopped dancing with Bucky and let go of him and walked over to check the time and your eyes widened when you saw that you both had two minutes until midnight.

"We have two more minutes left of the year before we enter into the new one. So, is there anything you want to do or say before the year ends?" You turned and asked him.

"Uh, no not really. I just want this year to be over, but I also want to just dance it out with the most beautiful girl in the world so get back over here." He says to you and you laugh.

"That sounds like the best way to end out the year, but I'm bringing the phone with me so we know exactly when the year ends." You say walking to him with the phone still in your hands.

"That's perfectly fine with me." He says and you wrap your arms around his neck and holding the phone so you could see the screen. You excited the clock app and watched the minute hand move rapidly around the small black and white clock. Once the hand struck twelve you looked to Bucky.

"One more minute left of the year." You said informing him and he just hums softly.

The two of you resumed swaying around in circles this time as the song "Lover (Remix) [Feat. Shawn Mendes] by Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes played through the speakers. You watched as the hand hit the number 6 and you knew you had thirty seconds left. Time seemed to move so slow as you watched the clock, once the hand hit the number 11 you focused on Bucky for the last ten seconds.

"This year may not have been the best, but it certainly wasn't the worst one we've been through and I'm glad we're both here together." You said cupping his face with your available hand.

"I agree. It's been quite a pleasant year, but I'm glad it's ending." Bucky says in response and a few seconds after he spoke you heard loud firework being shot off letting you know that it is now indeed a new year.

You pulled his face to meet yours in a loving kiss. His hand moved from your back to your face as he kissed you back fervently. A few moments later Bucky broke the kiss and kissed your cheek a few times.

"Happy new year, my love." You say to him and he smiles.

"Happy new year, doll. Let's hope it's a better one." He says back to you.

Not long after dancing around the living room the two of you made your way to the bedroom and got ready for bed. You got under the covers and waited for Bucky to join you and when he did the two of you cuddled into each other. Bucky fell asleep first and you just smiled at him before falling asleep after him with a smile on your face. You knew that he indeed has Taught You How To Love.

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barnesandco · 4 years

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Comfort Food

The Avengers catch Bucky indulging in a questionable snack. They are intrigued. Sam is horrified.

Pairing: None. SamBucky if you squint really hard.

Warnings: Swearing. Love Island hate, none of which is personal. I'm sorry! I needed something to ridicule and this particular reality show drew the short straw for my fic.

A/N: This is a crackpot of an idea I had when I thought about Bucky eating P.B. and chocolate like Seb does, after having a conversation with @buckyreaderrecs . Hope it brings a smile to your day because I don't know what else it's good for.

“What the actual fuck, man?” Sam gapes at Bucky from the doorway to the common room. He's sitting on the floor, legs splayed out under the coffee table, back against the couch, but that isn't what's bothering Sam. Or the other, less mouthy, but just as awestruck Avengers standing behind him, still covered with dirt and dried blood (little of which is theirs) from the mission they have just returned from. No, Sam's expletive-laden surprise is aimed at two things.

One, he is wondering exactly why Bucky is watching what he is. Reality television. And it's not just any old reality TV show. Not at all. Sam thinks he could have tolerated, say, something like Real Housewives, or the Bachelor, or even Keeping up with the Kardashians. But no, it had to be Love Island. The horror. Needless to say, Sam hates Love Island. Avoids it like the plague, claims it disgusts him to no end. Nat tells him it's his innate phobia of romantic commitment speaking. He argues that this particular dating serial promotes the opposite of commitment. But that's not the point here.

The point is that Bucky, for a reason Lord only knows, is watching that literal shitshow. Sam momentarily fears he's been possessed. More realistically, he considers the injury and subsequent orders to sit their latest mission out hit him too hard, and he's desperate for a distraction. That's the only reason anyone would turn to that godawful excuse for a TV series, right? Right.

He’s now on his feet, looking at them as if he hasn't decided what his strategy for tackling the situation will be. Should he cross his arms, raise his chin, and defiantly act as if there is nothing out of the ordinary here? As if it is perfectly normal for super-powered, super-lethal, broody ex-assassins to sit around watching terrible reality TV that exists only to kill the traditional sentiment of love and relationships? Or should he look sheepish, shuffle his feet, and avert his eyes in the hope that his apparent shame will make them take pity on him so they don't question his actions?

It’s highly unlikely that either option will lead to them leaving him alone, because it's going to take a lot to stifle their curiosity towards the family-sized Kit-Kat wrappers, and two empty jars of peanut-butter that are currently lying on the otherwise pristine coffee table. Not to mention the half-empty jar in Bucky's hand, which he doesn't quite know what to do with at the moment. And this is Sam's second concern, the one that made him greet one of his comrades with swear-words upon seeing him after a fortnight-long mission, despite their budding friendship. A friendship they both vehemently deny, provided the opportunity, but one that exists regardless.

“Have you been eating peanut-butter out of the jar?” Clint voices the question that's on everybody's minds, and is answered with nothing but a wry smile from Bucky. Not that it needs to be; the evidence speaks for itself.

“We go away for two weeks and you lose it completely? What the hell, dude? Did you hit your head on that mission?” Sam rants, eventually breaking the absolute silence.

Perhaps it's the frantic expression of genuine panic in Sam's tired, bloodshot eyes. Perhaps it's Clint's dad-like tone, like he's caught one of his own kids red-handed doing something they shouldn't be. Perhaps it's the sight of the Avengers, Earth's Mightiest Heroes, still in uniform, exhausted beyond belief, standing in their everyday common room with amusement and mild confusion on their faces. Perhaps it's a combination of the aforementioned, that causes Bucky to burst into laughter. Pure, unadulterated laughter. The kind that bursts from your lungs and makes you double over, and leaves your stomach aching when it's over. It's a wonderful, booming sound, and it increases exponentially every time he glances back at his teammates to see them looking back at him like he's grown another head, arm, and leg. Eventually, the laughter fades, and he straightens back up again, next to the others.

He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye, and addresses them properly.

“Peanut-butter and chocolate's my… comfort food.” Bucky says slowly, composing himself, struggling to remember the exact term Shuri used to explain the mountain of junk food piled up in her living room when he FaceTimed her the other day. It was her way of coping with the increase in demand from Wakanda's science division due to T'Challa's efforts to integrate Wakanda internationally.

“Since when? And no it’s not. No, man, no. Just no. Pizza is comfort food. Taco is comfort food. KFC is comfort food. Hell, I'll accept club sandwiches. Anything but this.” Sam insists, gesturing wildly at the carnage on the coffee table, almost stomping his feet. Bucky doesn’t seem to have fully grasped the concept of comfort food, and this puts a serious dent in Sam’s impatient plans for helping Bucky catch up to the 21st century.

“What is it?” Vision muses, coming closer to see what's sticking out of the jar Bucky just put down. It's a piece of Kit-Kat. Wanda's face lights up, and she walks up to him.

“Oh my God. You put Kit-Kat in the peanut-butter and eat it? That's genius!” She exclaims, and promptly removes a piece of the chocolate covered in peanut-butter and eats it. “This is delicious.” Wanda moans, reaching for the jar, but Bucky yanks it out of her reach.

“Go make your own, Wanda. This one's mine.” He says, reestablishing his claim on the unfinished "snack".

“Delicious? It's disgusting. And you stay away from that shit unless you can handle the sugar-rush, because I can't deal with teenagers high on P.B. and Kit-Kat.” Sam warns, rubbing the bridge of his nose, seemingly still struggling to process what's occurring before his very eyes.

“Um, speaking of teenagers, where did Peter go?” Nat says, looking around. She is undoubtedly worried that he's gone to make his own variant of Bucky's treat. Sugar-rush isn't a strong enough word to describe what happens when that kid gets some sweets in him, and nobody wants to be around when he does.

“I'm up here, Agent Romanoff! There was some more peanut butter and chocolate in the pantry, and this really is delicious.” Peter says from the ceiling, holding his own jar, in which chunks of chocolate are visible.

“Is there more left?” Scott asks him, craning his sore neck to look up at him, simultaneously rubbing it to ease the ache.

“Not you too, Scott.” Sam groans, rubbing his hand down his face. He captains a group of children. Total children.

“What?! I want to try some. Can I share with you, Peter?” Scott continues, face lighting up when Peter nods, holding the jar out for him to take from.

“Sure. Just a bit, though. I'm starving.” The rest of the team, who had managed to disappear unnoticed, return with a few jars of peanut-butter to share between them, each clutching their own spoons. Sam rolls his eyes, and thinks that if he has to do so one more time, they’ll disappear into the back of his head. Better than having to witness more of these crimes against food, he supposes. Crimes that are being endorsed by his Avengers, who look all too comfortable as they plop down on the sofa around Bucky, in full mission-gear, unbothered by his disbelieving glare. Some people have no taste.

“Come on, Sam, try it. It's good.” Bucky teases, but actually offers the sparse remains of his own jar to Sam, contradicting his earlier statement in favor of dragging Sam to the dark side. He stands his ground.

“Crazy. Every last one of you. I'm going to shower and then sleep, and hopefully not remember any of this tomorrow.” Sam declares, turning on his heel to do precisely what he said, and looks forward to writing off tonight as a bad, bad dream.

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Family part 13

So after talking to my friend I honestly still dont see an end to this fic😅😅 hope you guys dont mind that. Also all errors are mine hope yall like it.

You sit in the medical bay in silence rubbing your belly up and down. Exhaustion had started to settle a few minutes after arriving at the compound. You had been shaky and on guard the whole time with Nick still in your arms not wanting to let go of him incase something else happened.

Once at the compound you were met with both Tony and Bruce asking what had happened. You followed them in a dazed, at moments your attention coming back into focus when either Tony or Bruce regarded you.When it was time to get checked out for any injuries you had refused to let your son go but Carol told you that she won't leave him alone and Tony said he would keep you updated.

Once they were able to get you into a medical room Bruce got to work. Now you sit waiting for the results and also wanting to be with your family already. You are taken out of your trance by the sound of the door opening and bruce walking in.

"Alrighty, apart from some scratches you are in good shape" He taps away on the tablet

"As for the baby it seems like your new found powers have made a protective barrier around it acting like some sort of extra protection. It's really fascinating how your DNA ha-"

"Hows Nick?" You interrupt him before he can get off track. If it wasn't for the circumstances you would've been right there with him drawing up some theories on what's going on in you body. As Bruce opens his mouth to reply the doors open once more to reveal Tony.

"Little man is just buzzing over the fact that he kicked bad guy butt like momma." He says grabbing the tablet out of Bruce's hand and taking a seat next to you "Carol was having a hard time keeping him still so Strange could check him." He chuckles as he finished. You would've joined him if it wasn't for the fact that you had a lot going on in your head.

You had been attacked at your own house, you also had powers now, and used said powers alongside your 3yr old to fight (for the lack of a better word) bad guys. Your mind was reeling over the facts you were so distracted that you didn't notice your hands starting to spark till your heard Tony's voice.

"Woah there sparky!!"

He starts to back away a bit. Carol chose that same moment to walk in and upon seeing you she rushes over he hands gently cup your face.

"Sweetheart, I need you to breath ok?" She catches Y/E/C eyes "Take a deep breath with me ok?" She breathes slowly inhale, exhale. You follow her lead then blinking a few times your hands finally stop their light show. After one last shaky exhale you whisper

"I don't want powers."

Carol's brows furrowed knowing that it must've been hard on you. Going from human to kree to now learn about your powers in such a short amount of time. And all while pregnant with your second child.

"I'm Sorry." She whispers in response.

You look up and see the guilt on her face you instinctively grab her hands that still hold your face. Leaning forward so your foreheads touch.

"I don't blame you, it's just." You pause and take a deep breath again. Locking eyes "It's just a lot to take in."

Her eyes mist over as she chuckles "Now I know where our son gets his resilience from."

"Where is he?" You ask.

"He is currently showing aunty Nat his pose for kicking Bad Guy butts." She answers. You let out a breathy laugh and pull her closer to you. Needing to draw comfort from your wife and she is more than willing to do so. Placing a kiss to your head she holds you with no signs of letting go any time soon.

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"Tell me again why we let Tony talk us into a gender reveal?" You ask huffing as you try to fix your hair. Carol walks in with Nick hanging off her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"He annoyed us till we said yes." she replied as she dumps her son onto the bed his hysterical giggles bouncing off the walls.

You smile as you watch the two most important people in your life interact. Carol trying and failing to put a sox on your son that wouldn't stop wiggling around. You feel love grow within you and as a reaction your skin started to glow. Though it was still new for you it didn't scare you as much anymore.

Ever since the discovery of your powers Carol had been helping you to learn control. You knew it was necessary not only for you but for your son as well so you both had decided to make it a family thing. Nick loved to "train" alongside both his moms and in a way it had made the little family unit stronger.

You feel a laughing mass collide at your side. Glancing over you see your son smiling up.

"You glow mommy!!!" He exclaims, making you laugh.

"Mommy is happy sweetie." You answer him. He smiles and then proceeds to whisper to his sibling telling them that they finally get to know if they're a boy or a girl.

You run your fingers through his blond hair. "Hmm he needs a haircut." You think to yourself as you hear a huff from the bed.

"You are definitely his favorite." The pout clear in Carols voice.

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You shake your head at the ridiculousness of this party. Tony, as always, had gone above and Way beyond on it. You look around at the decorations all blue and pink. He even had custom made t-shirts. Pink with the words Team Girl on it and Blue with Team Boy. Each guest was given a shirt corresponding with their guess.

You though? you had a damn neutral colored shirt with a big question mark on top of your belly. So in other words you wanted to kill Tony.

You had to give it to him though, it was pretty clever and all the gender theme snacks were cute and also delicious. Taking a bite of your snack you look around the mass of people. Mentally checking off who's in which team and the list goes as follows:

Team boy: Bucky, Sam, Hope, Shuri, Wanda, pepper, morgan, Bruce.

Team girl: Steve, Nat, Thor, Tony, Peter, T'challa, Talos and his family, Fury (tho he wont wear the shirt), Maria, Monica.

You look over at your son proudly wearing his Team Girl shirt and Carol wearing Team Boy to have some friendly competition with her son. You shake your head and wondered how you had already 2 kids.

You feel a hand on your shoulder seeing Pepper. She opens her mouth to say something but her husband gets everyone's attention.

"Ok guys, it's time for the reveal!!!" He shouts "Let's get the family of the hour front and center."

You and Carol and Nick get together, being surrounded by your chosen family makes your heart feel full and happy. As a unit you wait for whatever ridiculous object you had to break or pop for the reveal.

You thought it was cliche but you couldn't help the excitement you felt to finally knowing what your baby was going to be. All of a sudden, you see both Steve and Bucky bringing over a concrete block.

"What is this?" You ask glancing over at Tony then at Carol. Her having the same confused expression you had.

"You break that" answers Tony like it's obvious.

"What the hell tony?" Exclaims Carol, you both look at each other trying to comprehend the ridiculousness of this.

You look back at him "Couldn't it be a balloo-"

Boom!!!!

A big explosion interrupts you, and immediately after, you stand there frozen alongside carol watching pink smoke descended on your family. Looking down at your son as he cheers and the glow on his fist dissipates. Glancing over at Carol you see the same dumbstruck face that you probably have as well you smile as it finally hit you.

"It's a girl" you whisper and she looks back towards you and Whispers in response

"I owe my three-year-old 5 dollars."

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Shuri x Mj

Shuri x Mj: Keeping Secrets

Part: 1/2 ( If you want a part 2)

Plot: Peter notices somethings up with Mj and calls in backup.

Warnings: Abuse, angsty stuff, fluff

Thanks to my brain for doing the write!

Peter and Mj have known each other for years. Not technically friends until recently, but Peter knows Mj well enough to know she's lying.

About a week ago, Mj raised her hand during class and Peter saw a bruise on her wrist peeking out under her sweater. During gym, she stretched upwards and her shirt pulled up, showing a larger bruise on her side. After school, he tried to ask about it, thinking it was from something like she fell skateboarding, but after she dodged his question and pretended to not know what he was talking about, he worried it wasn't.

He kept a close eye on her and how she acted the next few days, but the past 3 days, she hasn't been to school. She has always had nearly perfect attendance or would at least let the Academic Decathlon team know she wouldn't be at the meeting. Ned hadn't heard anything either, so they both just hoped to see her Monday. Walking into the school they spotted her at her locker Monday morning. She was getting a book from her locker and looked exhausted. She also seemed to be wearing makeup, which is unusual.

"Hey, where have you been?" Peter said softly as he walked up to her. He tried to act casual. "Everything okay?"

"Yea, everything's fine," she replied sternly but forced a smile. "I got sick last week."

"Okay, well I'm here if you need me," he assured. Leaning against the locker next to hers.

"Thanks, but I'm good," she said as she took another book from her locker, shut it, and turned to walk off.

"Hey, wait," he tried to call after her, but she kept going. Later he told Ned what she said and he seemed to believe it.

Peter saw her the next day. "Hey, Mj," he tried to stop her. She kept walking so he grabbed her arm, which caused her to wince and pull away.

"Ah I'm sorry," he said, immediately letting go over her. She looked almost scared. Which is different for her.

"It's okay," Mj said shakily. "What do you need?"

"I need to know what's going on," Peter explained, "You're not acting yourself."

"I'm just stressed from midterms, that's all."

"Alright. Okay," he replied. With that, they walked away, but Peter couldn't help but worry.

Later that evening, he had a video chat with his friend from Wakanda, Shuri. They had met when Tony brought Peter on a trip over. What should've been an educational trip, turned into a fun adventure when he met Shuri and they goofed off the whole time. There may or may not be a whole YouTube channel dedicated to recreating vines with the Dora Milaje.

Shuri could tell something was off. Peter trusted her enough to let her in on what he worries is going on with Mj. She agreed that it is reasonable to think something bad and that he needs to let her know he's there and encourage her to talk to him or someone. Spring break is next week and Peter is worried about her being home alone.

Shuri decided that since she isn't too busy, she can come to NYC to help Peter out with this. Maybe she could help somehow. Friday came around and Shuri arrived in town. She and Nakia got a place set up to stay for the spring break. While they were there, Nakia could check up on the Wakandan Outreach Center.

Peter invited Mj over Saturday to meet Shuri and she seemed pretty excited to do so after hearing so much about her. Once Mj arrived, Peter shot Shuri worried glances when Mj didn't take off her hoodie inside their warm apartment.

They got to talking and forgot all about what had been going on before. Mj was laughing along with them and Peter even saw her smile and blush when Shuri complimented her hair. Peter could see Shuri do the same when Mj was amazed at her bracelet projector and called her brilliant. Shuri told Mj about the things they do in Wakanda and said maybe she could come over with Peter for a visit.

Apparently, Mj forgot as well because she rolled up her sleeves when she went to wash the paint off her hands from a project they were designing. She had bruises and marks trailing up her arms. They were all laughing about a video Shuri played of T'challa when it all went silent.

"It's getting late I should probably head home. Thank you, tonight was a lot of fun," she said as she hurried out the door, sending a soft smile towards Shuri as she left.

"Wait, Mj!" Peter tried to call out, but she left anyway. He and Shuri stood there for a minute, not knowing what to do.

Mj hurried home. That was an excuse to leave of course, But at the same time, it's past curfew and she knew she would be in a load of trouble.

Once she got home, Mj tried to slowly creep in and get to her room, but her dad caught her. He was furious and accused her of being out with a boy all night. She tried to say she was at the library, but he didn't want to hear it. He slapped her a crossed the face, pushed her on the ground, and yelled at her to bring him a drink while slumping into the couch. Mj carefully got up, brought him his drink, and hurried back to her room as he yelled at her to get out of his face and never be late again.

The next day, Peter messaged Mj and said Shuri would be in town all week if she wanted to hang out again sometime. She decided she couldn't dodge them forever and went back that afternoon. They tried to act like the night before hadn't ended the way it did, but Shuri couldn't help but ask about it when Peter left to make snacks.

"Hey, so I know you don't want to talk about it right now, but if you ever do, here's my contact information," Shuri said, handing Mj a paper. "Or if you ever just want to hang out alone." Shuri winked. Which prompted a small smile from Mj.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

Mj eventually went home again and Shuri told Peter what happened. Peter and Shuri had a sleepover that night. They planned to stay up late watching Netflix but didn't expect Mj to knock on the door at 1 in the morning, soaked from the rain and shaken up.

When Mj got home, she must've been two seconds too late because just like that, a glass bottle smashing against her arm and her dad had the collar of her shirt in his fist. He threw her around and screamed at her. She feared for her life, so as soon as he left the room, she ran.

Shuri pulled Mj into the bathroom to help her change and get cleaned up while Peter explains what's going on to a confused Aunt May.

Shuri sat Mj down in the bathroom and had her change into dry clothes. She started cleaning up her wounds gently.

"Love, what happened?" Shuri asked softly as she wet a washcloth and sat down in front of her on the floor.

"He uh, he was upset I came home late again," Mj said, staring off. "He'd been drinking too."

"He? Is this your father?" Shuri asked, cleaning off a gash in her arm, which caused her to wince. "Ooo sorry."

"Yeahh uhm, he -he kinda gets angry when I'm out late or do something wrong I guess, which I guess...I do a lot." Mj sighed.

"Hey," Shuri said looking up, "this isn't your fault." Mj just looks away. Tears threatening her eyes. After Shuri finishes cleaning her up, she sits with her on the bathroom floor in silence with one arm gently around her. Mj calms down and they go out to meet Peter and May.

"I'm sorry to bother you guys, I just didn't know where else to go," Mj said nervously.

"It's okay you're always welcome here, dear," May said softly.

"Thanks." Mj looked down.

"You are welcome to stay with Nakia and I in our place for the week," Shuri suggested to Mj. "If you'd like."

"What about my dad?" Mj looked around to the three. "He would be furious if I was gone for a week. I'd never be able to go home."

"We'll figure that out together. Don't worry about it. You guys go relax for now." May told them.

Peter, Shuri, and Mj nodded and went back to Peter's room. Peter snatched some snacks from the kitchen, worried Mj may not have been able to eat anything. They watched Netflix and ate for a few hours until they all fell asleep, piled under a blanket fort together.

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Note: I’m rusty writing about abuse stuff, so if I have any inaccuracies, please help me fix them. Hope you enjoy! I have been so busy lately, this one has been in the works for months probably. Let me know if you want a part 2. It will have more Shuri and Mj fluff.

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