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Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

#peter quill #enemies to lovers #peter quill x reader #gotg fanfiction #peter quill fanfic #peter quill x yn #starlord #starlord x reader #starlord fanfic #the guardians of the galaxy

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geemyfirstluvstory · 6 months

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hey boy, listen…

“my first love story…my angel…and my girls…my sunshine. hey, hey, lets go!”

fem reader. matching halloween costumes with bllk characters. bllk x reader. fluff. characters (separate): michael kaiser, oliver aiku, bachira meguru, hiori yo, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae+rin, isagi yoichi, shidou ryuusei, nagi seishiro, mikage reo

michael kaiser - joker x harley quinn

• this man is certified bonkers so of course he’s the joker and as his loyal worshipper you’re harley quinn

• perhaps a prophecy of the status of your relationship perhaps you just look stylish (ITS THE SECOND ONE PLEASE PICK THE SECOND ONE)

• such a softie for you but would never admit it, you chose the costume and he made sure to get the finest ones money could buy though the pictures you took…he’d rather not see himself dressed as a clown criminal mastermind.

oliver aiku - nick & judy (zootopia)

• this was his idea, y’know damn well this man is a party animal so you just have to trust he’s not cheating

• so he decides to make you feel better, he’ll bring you along and do matching costumes. • i just know this man likes putting on animal ears and kids movies thats why y’all are nick and judy

bachira meguru - thing 1 & 2

• remember how he got called a weirdo as a kid? he’s definitely a weirdo. eats toothpaste, drinks milk from the carton, milk before cereal. a total goof ball

• he loves children’s books and even as at his big age of 17 he still makes you read them to him and pretends he’s a kid going to bed (IN A WHOLESOME WAY)

• so when the halloween party came up he wanted to go as his favourite book characters, thing 1 & 2. and of course you agreed

hiori yo - kuromi and my melody

• of course he’s my melody and you’re kuromi. this was his idea so he gets first dibs

• being the gamer he is he enjoys playing with you, you two are always the cringe couple in the lobby with matching usernames and avatars and he does all the carrying but he also enjoys playing those silly little retro girls games like ‘hamham heartbreak’ and the old cardcaptor sakura games.

• in conclusion he’s a total nerd thats a total sucker for the female gaze

chigiri hyoma - team rocket

• this man is a total princess and every year you guys dress as a cartoon couple only to do the same costume the next year but switch the roles so one year he might be james and the next jesse

• this year he’s james, he even did a temporary dye on his hair for accuracy but of course no cutting.

• he loves doing hair with you and for this year’s costume you were the one washing and dyeing his hair

kunigami rensuke - raven and beast boy

• you like cartoons, he likes superheroes, you both need a cute matching costume, easy compromise. you both came up with this together while brainstorming

• this man is a lovesick loser so beast boy was very easy to pull off and the most perfect costume for the two of you. the only real inaccuracy is that he’s pretty big

• homemade costumes for the win, of course you’ll buy bits and pieces but overall a homely look because rensuke will do anything to bond with you

itoshi sae - light and misa

• sae canonically likes chibi maruko san, who’s to say he isn’t a big weeb? in fact this was his idea. he’s really convincing when it comes to halloween

• he’s a lot like light, cold, calculating, smart so it suited him and besides since light dresses similarly it only fit and since you’re so hopelessly in love with him, it was destiny

• sae isn’t the type to work with his hands but he also didn’t like the quality of pre made costumes. living in europe gave him refined taste so you two went on a designer shopping spree for individual pieces to make your costumes.

itoshi rin - coraline’s parents

• you’re probably a total wuss, even if you’re not, rin still can consume more horror, gore, and other gross things than anyone. accumulating in him wanting to do a matching costume with you only if it was some horror character.

• you agreed and settled on coraline since it’d be fun and easy, to match you dressed as coraline’s parents, specifically the other parents with the button eyes

• your favourite part was doing his hair and makeup, rin is like a cat taking a bath you really had to pin him to his office chair or on the bed to do his makeup properly, and yeah theres plenty of kisses

isagi yoichi - alice and the cheshire cat

• he’s so bland, (im kidding pls dont come for me) but he loves you so, so he’ll sacrifice the main character spot for you just this once. you’re alice and he’s the cat, of course this was completely your idea

• yoichi doesn’t care too much for this kind of thing, he originally intended to spend halloween cuddling and watching movies with you, perhaps invite some friends over or have some fun without them if you know what i mean….

• but he enjoyed being your cute kitty for a night, you dragged him out and about to take pictures and being blue lock’s hero there was no short of attention

shidou ryusei - cleo denile and deuce

• ryusei is very eccentric, kind of weird, in a hot way not in a cute way like meguru. and as you made him watch boo york with you he took one look at cleo and was like “yeah” so in away it was your idea but not really

• you’re his princess and he’s the douche looking boyfriend, i’m not sure about you but it most definitely suits him.

• as you guys went out and about this halloween you know he’s already thinking about next year, perhaps raven queen and derick charming. maybe barbie and ken?

nagi seishiro - veggie tales

• let me tell you i’ve actually done this costume irl, seishiro is a lazy fellow he doesn’t like putting in much effort but he’s a cutie patootie and he does adore his pookie

• matching costumes was your idea, to dress as the cucumbers from veggie tales however was his idea as all he had to do was buy the costumes and look cute

• fan reactions and his friends; they found it so stupid it was hilarious, compared to all the other celebrity couples costumes you two chose….children’s cartoons.

mikage reo - the adam’s parents

• he’s rich so it’s gotta be classy, you two were going to some gala held by his family company, the mikage corporation, cute and classy lets go

• reo really isn’t one for movies so this was your idea, he’s a total simp for you, absolutely floored all the time with no exception. kissing you up and grovelling at your feet like his morticia adams

• in the end your costume really did suit the occasion made for the best pictures. you guys are now pinterest king and queen every halloween

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School’s been kicking my ass so i had to do this quickly, anyway what are you guys dressing up as this year?

#michael kaiser x reader #oliver aiku x reader #bachira meguru x reader #hiori x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #kunigami rensuke x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #isagi yoichi #shidou ryuusei #nagi seishiro #mikage reo

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cosmic-glow · 7 months

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Notes: When going to a party with your best friend, you didn't expect him to be so irritated when he saw a guy bothering you.

Warnings: Tanaka x fem!reader; reader has hair; bad language(!); harassment(?); no use of "Y/n"; mention of alcohol and vandalism; SFW.

That would be your first Halloween party, or rather, the first big Halloween party you would ever go to. And obviously you weren't going alone, you were accompanied by your two best friends: Tanaka and Nishinoya. You had already agreed on your costumes and were eagerly awaiting the day. Finally, the night arrived. The boys would come by to pick you up, Tanaka's sister would give you a ride.

You were analyzing your costume in the mirror when you heard the horn and Tanaka shouting your name as if it were a heavy metal song. As quickly as could you went downstairs and left the house to receive the news that Nishinoya had suddenly become ill and couldn't go. Sad for your friend, but trying not to get discouraged for the party, you got into the car. Tanaka's sister greeted you excitedly, she loved you.

- Oh, how funny! Your costume matches! You guys look like a couple - she smiled innocently.

The idea of the costume together was for the three of you to go as Team Rocket, from "Pokémon", you would go as Jessie, Ryu as James and Nishi as Meowth. You looked beautiful in uniform and even managed to dye your hair pink with temporary dye. Tanaka also looked good in the uniform and even bought a wig to look more like the character. Nishinoya had sent you a photo of how the improvised costume turned out, to ask you for help, and he had looked really cute with the cat ears, as much as he hated you saying that. But in fact, analyzing the situation now, the fantasy of the two of you without the third member ended up looking like you wanted to make a fantasy of a couple and not of friends who just wanted to laugh a little.

- Saeko! I already said we are not a couple! Can you forget this idea?! - Ryu said a little excitedly.

- Don't talk like that, idiot! It will make your friend uncomfortable!

- You're making her uncomfortable!

Luckily, the awkward moment was left aside due to the brothers' silly fight that made you laugh in the end. It didn't take long to arrive at the party, it was at someone's house... That neither of you knew, but that wasn't important. Saeko agreed on the time she would pick you up and left, leaving the two of you standing looking at the decorated house, full of people you didn't know, suddenly seeming like a bad idea.

- If you don't want to, we don't need to go in, we can go somewhere else - Ryu said, taking your hand affectionately.

- No, I want to, I just... I'm taking my courage before going in - you laughed - this could be our chance to meet someone, right?

Tanaka let go of your hand and smiled in agreement, when you nodded saying you were ready, you entered the house. You stayed together for a while to explore the place and adapt, but it didn't take long for you to separate. Soon Ryu saw a pretty girl and said goodbye to you to try his luck, you smiled as you watched from afar, drinking from your glass distractedly, without even noticing the boy approaching you.

- Excuse me, can I ask your name?

After introducing yourself and the man saying he didn't know anyone with that name, he revealed to you that he was the owner of the party, you were apprehensive thinking that he was going to kick you out for being a gatecrasher, but that wasn't what happened, in reality he insisted that you stay.

- I'm happy to see a different face here, much more a face as beautiful as yours - he smiled - is that your boyfriend? - he pointed to Tanaka.

- Oh, no, he's just my friend.

- So I still have a chance? - he smiled at you and approached.

As you got closer you could smell the alcohol coming off him, you took a step back to discover that there was a wall right behind, cornering you and the stranger. You laughed uncomfortably but the conversation only went downhill after that. Talking about how he would like to go somewhere more private with you, to get to know you better, and getting closer each time.

- Look man, I'm not in the mood...

- Oh stop... I know very well why girls like you enter strangers' parties... I can give you everything you want - the smell of drink was starting to give you a headache.

- But I don't want anything! - you dodged him and tried to move away.

- But I want! - he shouted and pulled your wrist hard for you to come back.

- Take your hand off her! - an enraged voice shouted.

When you looked back, you found Ryu's staring at the boy who was bothering you, visibly irritated. The boy turned to face your friend better, a disdainful look appearing on his face.

- What was it man? Go back there with the girl you were with and leave us alone, can't you see we're talking?

- No, I just see an asshole bothering my friend who has already made it clear that she doesn't want anything - he approached - And I already told you to let her go!

Ryu forced the guy to let go of your wrist, taking the opportunity to stay between the two of you, you staying behind him, Tanaka lifting his chin at the guy, ready to start a fight.

- You weren't even supposed to be here! Didn't you want to have fun? Let's have fun! - he tried to advance towards you but Ryu pushed him away.

- If this bothers you so much then we let's go, enjoy your shitty party, you son of a bitch!

Tanaka took your hand after saying "let's go", turning his back to the guy and leaving the place without thinking twice, not even giving you time to intervene, visibly altered. As he left the house he began to curse under his breath, no longer pulling you but still holding your hand.

- Ryu, why did you do that? And the girl you were with?

- To the hell with the girl! My concern was you! - he replied without even thinking - Do you think I would allow this guy to... That I would allow... I hate that bastard! - he released your hand and angrily kicked a trash can that was in front of the house.

Ryu sat on the curb, still irritated. You sat next to him, silently, waiting for him to calm down. After a while, he relaxed his fists and sighed.

- Are you well? Did he hurt you? -vhe asked looking at you.

- No, he just pulled my wrist, but it was nothing - you showed him, the area was a little red.

- I'm sorry, I should have arrived earlier... It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be a nice party for both of us...

- Hey, let's not let that idiot ruin the night, we can still do something else.

- Yes, we can... And I had an idea.

You knew that smile very well, the smile that he was about to get into trouble. Ryu and you walked around the outside of the house, your friend asked you to wait while he looked for some stones, when he came back he gave you one.

- There, that window must be the one in his room, you can do the honors - he said pointing.

- You want me to break his window?!

- The windows... - he emphasized - It's Halloween, trick-or-treating season and since we don't have "tricks"...

- Let's do "treating" - you completed.

- Exactly - he smiled.

Looking at the window, wondering if it was really a good idea, you remembered the shit the party owner had told you. The discomfort you felt at the moment turning into anger. Without further hesitation, you aimed and threw the rock, hitting the window, Ryu shouted excitedly next to you "Yeah!" and threw a stone too. You smiled, loving how he made you feel free to do whatever you wanted.

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Love Across the Galaxy 🌌 | Helmut Zemo Imagine

Contains spoilers for GOTG Vol.3

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Characters & Pairings: Baron Helmut Zemo x Roman Goddess/Guardians!reader (romantic), The Thunderbolts—Baron Zemo, Bucky Barnes, Thaddeus Ross, Valentina Alegra De Fontaine, John Walker, Ghost, Justin Hammer, Taskmaster, Yelena, & Red Hulk (platonic), The Guardians of the Galaxy—Quill, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Kraglin, & Cosmo (platonic)

Content Warnings: profanity, light angst, fluff, mentions of death, fighting & violence, spoilers for GOTG Vol.3 (don’t read if you haven’t seen it!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.9k

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Premise: In which Baron Helmut Zemo, hater of the Avengers and desire to rid the planet of enhanced beings, becomes a member of the antihero team led by General Thaddeus Ross & CIA Director Valentina Fontaine where he meets the legendary group of misfits turned Guardians of the freakin Galaxy and loses his heart to a Goddess with a love for 80s music and talent for cutting of limbs.

Note: GOTG Vol 3 has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot stop thinking about it. Truly the best film since Endgame & it’s inspired me cause I’m also back to loving Zemo again. I refuse to believe Marvel would give us a Thunderbolts film w/o Zemo so I will make sure he’s in this team.

After learning about all the Gods in Thor: Love & Thunder, picture you are Minerva, the Roman Goddess of Wisdom & War (Roman equivalent to the Greek’s Athena) and has cosmic powers similar to the Eternal’s Thena and has been with the Guardians since the events of the first GOTG film.

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Fall 2023

“I don’t see why we need these people to help us,” Zemo rolled his eyes, strolling beside General Ross with the rest of the team around them. Once outside the cool breeze hit him, ruffling the lapels of his coat as his eyes squinted from the bright light.

Ross lets out a tired sigh, “Because, Zemo, as much as it galls me to admit it this threat is far beyond what we can deal with. It’s not terrestrial and chances are these…” he had trouble coming up with the word, “let’s just say they’re more experienced for this situation.”

They all stop before the flight line. It’s clear all around them with no sign of an approaching vessel.

“Who are these guys again?” Justin Hammer popped some jelly beans in his mouth. John looks down at the file in his hands, making a face as he does.

“They call themselves…The Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Oh God,” Bucky moans, immediately making mental notes to protect his mental arm knowing a certain talking animal was on the hunt for it. He was gonna have to sleep with one eye open.

Zemo raises his brow, “Friends of yours, James?” Bucky is not pleased by the assumption.

“I wouldn’t call them that.”

“Aren’t they part of the Avengers?” Ava’s tone is slightly disapproving. While Scott Lang and the Pym/Van Dyne’s helped her, she still got bad rep despite doing what she did to survive.

Zemo, not happy with the idea of working with Avengers, snatches the file from Walker.

“Not technically,” Ross replies while Zemo reads over the page. “They arrived with Thor in 2018 against the first battle with Thanos, remained an associate to the team while continuing whatever the hell it is they do in space, and returned in 2023 to defeat the purple bastard once and for all.”

“Did you fight with them, Bucky?” Yelena asks from beside the soldier.

“Yeah,” the memory appears in his mind. Specifically where he grabbed Rocket by the scruff and spun them in circles to cover more area as they fired off their guns. “Our interactions were brief…but memorable.”

The Baron had seen many things over the years, like the rest of humanity with the formation of the Avengers and reveal of intergalactic and enhanced beings, but to stay he wasn’t thinking, ‘what the fuck?’ by the picture in front of him would be a lie.

An earthling turned ravager, a blue mercenary, a woman with antennas, a genetically engineered raccoon, a living tree, a gray alien that could take down Thor, a man with a metal Mohawk, a telekinetic dog, and an exiled sword wielding Goddess. All misfits and outcasts, mostly space criminals turned superhero guardians of the cosmos.

Well….they were quite the bunch.

“They are not still with the Avengers, I take it?” Zemo wanders around, eyes lingering on the Goddess. White streaks adorned her natural hair color, eyes gold and lips painted with what appeared to be a permanent smirk. She wore a gold and white headpiece that had an owl extending its wings.

Name/Alias: Minerva, Goddess of War; Race: Deity; Planet of Origin: Caelum; Age: approx. 2500 yrs (39 Earth yrs); Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary/Defender of the Andromeda Galaxy; Allegiance: The High Council of Caelum (formerly), Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor, God of Thunder, The Avengers (formerly); Abilities: Cosmic manipulation, enhanced strength, agility, speed, & durability, thermal detection & mental teleportation; Specialization: artillery and battle strategy.

Ross let out a sigh, “only when the planet is about to go to shit due to an intergalactic threat. Which we’ve now got on our hands, but considering the Avengers are all on sabbatical I’m sending you in,” he checks his watch, “but I need all the extra hands and like I said, they’re experienced.”

Zemo stares at the blank sky, “How will we know they've arrived?”

“Believe me,” Ross mutters under his breath. “You’ll know.”

A loud rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention, gazes turning upward as a hexagon shaped breech in the sky revealed a very large spaceship in its wake, followed by the distinct lyrics of AC/DC’s ‘Back to Black.’

“Back in black. I hit the sack. I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back. Yes, I’m let loose. From the noose. That’s kept me hanging about.”

“Oh my,” Yelena breathed out, hair flying back from the gust of wind. Zemo lifted a hand to cover his face from the leaves, as did the others, many wide eyed.

“I’ve been looking at the sky. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high. Forget the hearse ‘cause I never die. I got nine lives. Cat’s eyes. Abusin’ every one of them running wild.”

“Great song,” Justin voiced, grinning from ear to ear. The ship made its descent, music getting louder.

“‘Cause I’m back. Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back,” it approached the tarmac, “Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back, back.” wheels hit the tarmac, engine powering down but music still blasting, “Well, I’m back in black,” the ship doors opened, revealing steps extending to the ground, “Yes, I’m back in black.”

It was almost like a scene from a movie. Slow-motion if one will by how the Guardians exited their ship and stepped foot on the tarmac with AC/DC on full volume. All dressed in their new suits of red and blue leather with the Ravager flames on the chest.

Arriving in style.

Quill led with the rest flanking his sides. Drax munching on snacks while Nebula looked menacing and Groot towered over everyone. Cosmo had her tongue out in excitement, Rocket carrying his gun strapped to his back. Mantis’s chin held high, like she was on top of the world and Kraglin trying not to appear lost. Lastly Minerva was drinking a caprisun, Ray Bans covering her gold eyes.

Zemo tilts his head in amusement at the sight. He expected the Goddess, of war nonetheless, to have a more menacing approach like Nebula considering her reputation. But she was just as relaxed and laid back as Drax.

The Guardians walked several paces until they were directly in front of the Thunderbolts. It was then the music stopped, Ross being the first to address them. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

Quill gave a smug grin, “We know.” Hands go to his hips, “You’re wearing a suit so you must be the boss man. Although I believe there’s also a boss lady we’re here to do business with.”

“Director Fontaine is currently occupied. She’ll be arriving in the morning.”

“I assume we won’t be knowing a damn thing until that happens, huh?”

Ross tightens his lips, “You assume correctly.”

“I told you we should’ve handled it on our own,” Minerva’s glances to Quill annoyed. Surprised by her voice, Zemo's eyebrows raised at her sudden input. Her accent was slightly Italian given her mythological origin is Roman.

Quill clicked his tongue, “We don’t have authority here, Minnie.”

“Midgard is part of the Andromeda Galaxy. Technically we should.”

Now the man was giving her a pointed look after Ross’s body language turned defensive, “I’d rather not get our asses thrown in Earth’s prison system. We go by the rules—the ones we established.”

Minerva grumbles under her breath, finishing the last remnants of her juice pouch, “Would’ve finished the job faster. They wouldn’t even know we were here.”

“Okay well, we’re doing things this way. We’re here as a team to work with a team. Right, Mr. Secretary?”

Ross’ disapproving eyes linger on Minerva, who in return rolls her own, before turning his attention back to Quill, “Yes. Now let’s move on shall we?”

He lets out a breath of relief, “Agreed.” Bidding a warning look to each of his teammates, they all wait for what the man in the suit has to say. Ross extends a hand to the people on either side of him.

“This is my team. All with different levels of skill and experience. Justin Hammer is our tech and weapons specialist,” Justin gives a wave, “Yelena Belova,” Ross points to the blonde in a white tactical suit, “former Black Widow and master assassin.” At the mention of Black Widow Rocket, Nebula, and Minerva all tense, faces becoming solemn at the memory of Natasha. They were the three remaining Guardians during the blip, becoming close with the Avenger.

“Ava Starr, she can phase through anything,” they all look impressed, finding the talent cool. “Antonia Dreykov, who we like to call Taskmaster.”

“Why’s that?” Kraglin asked intrigued.

“She has photographic reflexes and can mimic your fighting powers. Basically use your own moves against you.”

“Niceeee,” all the Guardians echo. Ross points to the two individuals in between Zemo and Yelena.

“Our super soldiers, Captain John Walker and I believe you all know Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky tightens his mouth with a curt nod.

“You still got that arm on ya?” Rocket muses, earning a nudge—well more like a kick—from Minerva. The rest of the Thunderbolts besides Bucky all become wide-eyed at the talking Raccoon…even though it said on the file he could.

But how the fuck else were they suppose to react to a talking raccoon?

All Bucky does is glare, “Don’t even think about it.” Rocket shrugs, “Worth a shot.”

“Why is that one carrying a giant frisbee?” Drax’s mouth is filled with Zargnuts. Walker, the man in question, becomes visibly offended.

“It’s a shield not a frisbee.” Zemo bites back a smirk at the soldier's tone. Not to mention the Guardians' reactions were priceless.

“A shield?” Mantis repeats confused.

“It’s a frisbee,” Drax mumbles.

“Like that circular object Minerva conjures to deflect attacks,” Nebula tiredly explains. Mantis’s mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’.

“And lastly,” Ross sounds just as exhausted as the cyborg, “Baron Helmut Zemo, former intelligence operative.”

“I am Groot,” Zemo’s attention goes to the tree alien, confused by his words. Minerva, seeing his expression, addresses it, “He says he likes your fancy cape.”

‘Cape?’ He thinks, but doesn’t comment on it and his perplexed reaction makes Minerva smirk. Instead Zemo says, “Well, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” Groot’s pleased, grinning wide like a child.

It’s then Quill’s turn to formally introduce the Guardians. The Thunderbolts bite back their own amusement at the nicknames and surprise of hearing the dog, Cosmo, speak through her suit with a distinct Russian accent. Afterwards Ross leads them all into the hangar, Minerva removing her sunglasses now that she was inside, allowing her gold eyes to be visible.

From there they all interact, awkwardly for the most part as they have no idea what the hell to do as they wait for further instruction. It soon becomes bickering and even challenging someone in hand-to-hand combat.

Well, what can you expect when a team of heroes meet a team of villains/anti heroes? Rivalry at its finest.

“Any day now, Quill,” Minerva groans, relaxing her stance. Across from her several feet away was Walker, confused by why she was taking so long to attack. They were standing in the middle of the squared off area with the teams surrounding them, but giving enough space to avoid being in the crossfire. Quill was scrolling through his Walkmen.

“What’s he doing?” Zemo whispers to Kraglin, eyes flicking back and forth from the human Guardian and the Goddess.

“Trying to find a good fight song. You know, get the vibes going.” Out on the square Minerva lets out a loud huff signaling her annoyance was increasing.

“Just give me another second—.”

“Quill.”

“I almost got it.”

“Pick a goddamn song!”

“Fine!” Quill shouts, randomly selecting the first one his finger hits. A second later Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ blasts through all the speakers attached to the Guardians arms. The antiheroes become perplexed, while also noting the song choice. Justin and Yelena started to bop their heads.

“Darken the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, earth is afire. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

Minerva smirked, retaking her stance. As she lifts her hands, cosmic energy around her consorts to physical matter, taking the shape of a spear and shield in either hand. Wide eyes take over the Thunderbolts.

“Woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

“Wow,” Justin exhales. “In touch with the ground. I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.”

“That’s so cool,” Yelena muses, others muttering in agreement. “Smell like the sound, I'm lost in the crowd. And I’m hungry like the wolf.” Keeping his admirations to himself, Zemo watches the scene unfold in silence.

“First one to step or get thrown out of the square loses,” Bucky shouts over the music, “Ready….” Walker clutches the strap of his shield, Minerva twirling her spear once, “Fight!”

“Stalked in the forest, too close to hide,” Walker lets out a cry, charging at the Goddess. “I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do,” Minerva blocks his attack, pushing back slightly only to crouch to swipe at his legs, “High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight,” Walker dodges her spear, but fails to avoid her kick to his chest, sending him backward. “You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind.” He brings his shield up in time as her spear barrels down at him. “Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.”

They continue their one-on-one for several minutes, both coming close to getting the other out of the square and the song changing to ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways—a favorite amongst the Guardians. The entire time Zemo was mesmerized to say the least. Every move she made was effortless, showcasing strengths and ability to predict Walker's moves.

He hadn’t felt such attraction to a woman in so long. And here he was experiencing a feeling that was almost unfamiliar.

Ultimately Minerva wins the battle in what one would call a divine move. At the peak of the song, Minerva’s golden eyes glow bright resulting in the eyes of the owl headpiece to also glow and become animated. It takes form, coming to life and soars straight at Walker, throwing him off by covering his face.

“What the—uuugh!!” He’s flying through the air, back meeting the harsh ground with an audible groan. The owl leaves him, returning to Minerva and consorting back into a headpiece. When it does her eyes dim back to their normal hue. Her team broke out into whistles and hollars, meanwhile Walker’s were unimpressed.

“Guardians for the win!” Rocket cheered.

“I am Groot!”

“Never underestimate the power of Duran Duran!”

Minerva helps Walker up, “Not bad, soldier.” As she turns to head off the pad, her eyes lock with Zemo’s and a wink is sent his way. Heat rises in the Baron, glancing away to hide his smirk.

Oh boy, trouble was on the horizon.

Next Yelena went against Nebula. Their fight was even more intense and nearly ended in a draw. Eventually Yelena overpowered the cyborg and got her to step out of the square. It was a tie. Groot and Rocket teamed up against Ross in the form of the Red Hulk—which took a lot of convincing—the two claiming the win after fooling the General. Taskmaster beat out Quill, handing his ass to him which had the Guardians in a heap of laughter.

“I enjoyed that more than I should have,” Minerva teases, crossing her arms as she takes a spot beside Zemo. He glances at her, mirroring her expression.

“Not a common occurrence for your friend to lose a fight?”

She scoffs, “You’d be surprised by his record.”

Lastly Bucky went toe-to-toe with Drax, and of course Rocket had to yell, “Take his arm and give it to me!” And well….it ended with them tackling each other out of the square.They didn’t know who won at that point, so the teams were tied 2-2 initiating a debate on who should be crowned the best.

“Okay, let’s call it a day,” Ross announces, ending the squabbling between the groups. “Night’s upon us and frankly I could use a drink. We’ll return here first thing in the morning—7am sharp to discuss the threat and where to go,” he turns to Quill, “we’ve got sleeping quarters arranged for you all if you please. Otherwise my guess is you’ll remain in your ship?”

About an hour later, after both teams settled for the night, Zemo decided to take a walk around the flight line. It became a habit of his since joining the Thunderbolts. A way to clear his mind after a long day of briefings and training. He basked in the peace that came with being alone, but there were times he felt lonely and longing for company to share the peace with.

Ten years since losing his family and the pain never strayed. Yet, he managed to live with it. He accomplished his goal in 2016 when he tore apart the Avengers. Likely is to blame for the loss against Thanos resulting in half of the universe’s population turning into dust for five years.

Did he feel remorse for the consequences of his actions? Possibly. Did he regret it? No. At this rate he’s accepted the reputation he painted himself to be.

“Zemo, correct?” The sudden intrusion spooked the Baron, jumping slightly by the glowing eyes in the darkness. A moment later Minerva stepped into the lighting, eyes dimming to normal. She was still in her suit, though her hair was pulled back, white streaks seeping through the natural color.

“Yes, but you may call me Helmut,” he replied, nodding in greeting to the Goddess.

“Helmut,” she tests the name, “like the headwear people use when they ride bikes or spacesuits?”

“That’s one way to look at it, but yes I suppose so.”

“Interesting. What brings you out this late in the evening?”

He shrugs, “wanted to get away from the constant complaining of my comrades,” eyes go to the sky, “and I like to admire the stars.” Minerva moves to his right, glancing up as well.

“They’re much more incredible up close.” He peers down at her, not bothering to question her judgment. She lives in space after all.

“I bet so. I’m sure the view from here is nothing compared to what you’ve witnessed.”

She shrugs, “These stars you don’t even know if they’re still alive. It took years—possibly millions—for the light to reach Earth.” Zemo looks back up, focusing on the North Star.

“For all we know they burnt out ages ago.”

Their eyes connect, Zemo feeling a weight on his chest by the intensity of her gaze. It’s followed by unease when she says, “Natasha told me about you.”

Instantly he looks away, feeling an unfamiliar wave of dread. “Ah.” Here was a discussion he was not expecting, nor willing, to have.

But Minerva didn’t show criticism. In fact, her gaze and tone resembled understanding. “How do you do it?” The question took him aback.

“Do what, exactly?”

“Align yourself with people who go against what you stand for?” Minerva’s tone wasn’t condescending at all, only curious. “Most of your team are enhanced individuals—two are super soldiers to be exact. You went to many lengths to disband the Avengers and put an end to superheroes,” there’s a slight tilt of her head, eyeing the Baron with intrigue, “but you join a group consisting of people who fall between the spectrum of hero and villain where most are the exact thing you wished to eradicate. Not to mention led by two people you wouldn’t say you share similar moral values with. Why join them?”

For the first time in his life, Zemo was at a loss for words. Not a single word uttered as he tried to comprehend what Minerva had just confronted him with. How could he explain? Hell, he didn’t even know the real truth other than wanting to stay out of his cell. A big price to pay in exchange for freedom.

Minerva spoke again before he could respond, “I once committed an act similar to you,” the surprise is evident on Zemo, “Vengeance against those who were responsible for the death of my loved ones. It’s why I was exiled,” a frown appears, her attention returning to the stars. “So I understand you, probably better than anyone here. Understand why you committed those acts to destroy the Avengers. I don’t fault you for what you did—if I did it would make me a hypocrite. You’re not the villain Ross and the Avengers made you out to be.”

“How so?” His voice is strained, “what have you lost?” He didn’t mean to come off as defensive, but the conversation was bringing up emotions Zemo didn’t want to face.

“As Goddess of War all I knew was bloodshed. How to prevent it and how to fight it. Battle strategy was my domain, and the High Council knew better than to question my judgment,” she releases an exhale, “but Mars, the God of War and my brother, was my ultimate rival. He hated how much our father doted on me and agreed with plans I coordinated. It made him feel inferior. He’d do anything to prove himself.” Her tone remains neutral despite the painful memory surfacing.

Zemo remained quiet, picturing the scene as Minerva relayed it. Though stoic the Baron could see the pain and sadness lurking behind her eyes. Managing it as best she could for the sake of her friends. Who knows how many years it’d been since she lost whoever it was close to her. But the hole would always remain.

“To put it short,” she started again, bidding a glance, “Our home was under attack and his rash decision to slow down the enemy led to the death of my family—my husband and children.” Sympathy arose in the Baron, understanding her anguish, “An intentional move on Mars’ part because he believed I wouldn’t be fit to remain on the High Council after stuffing such a loss, therefore he would take my place as Head Commander of our armies and my father’s second Command.”

“He wasn’t exiled?” The question left Zemo before he could stop it. Confused by how the God avoided persecution for his crime, Minvera was shunned. “Your family was targeted.”

Minerva’s smile was bitter, “because their deaths were a result of war, the High Council viewed it as collateral. They failed to see Mars’ responsibility, believing he didn’t intend to kill them. So, I took it upon myself to bring justice. Not only to Mars but also the High Council.” Her smile fell once more, “I made sure they would pay. And they did, but it was far from over after finishing the job. Those who survived didn’t hesitate to throw me out to the wolves once I was contained.”

Zemo nods his head, “where did you go afterward if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was imprisoned on Xandar for some time,” well they certainly had some things in common, “Once I escaped I became what your people would call a bounty hunter. Where it led me to meeting those clowns I now call my family,” she pauses before adding, “and escaping prison for a second time. Only it was to save the Galaxy.”

The laugh that escapes Zemo surprises him, “I guess it all worked out then.” Once more they lock eyes, twinkling against the stars shining down above.

“I suppose it did.”

Three Years Later

Zemo raced out the door the moment he awoke to rumbling that shook the foundation of his home. After three years he’d recognize the sound in an instant, only this time it was without warning.

An action that rarely occurred.

Throwing on his coat and house slippers, the clock read 2:30 am, flooding the Baron with worry. ‘What is she doing here at this hour?”

Usually when Minerva drops in she gives Zemo a heads up. A day or two’s notice, but recently he couldn’t get a hold of her and passed it off as the Guardians on a job. With the unexpected visit, so late at night, Zemo instantly knew something was wrong.

Hurrying out to the front lawn right as her ship landed, Zemo jogged to where the stairs extended. When they did, the doors revealed his Goddess, still wearing her suit, standing before him. Zemo noted the exhaustion painting her demeanor. Dark circles beneath her eyes, which appeared dimmer than usual, and scars indicating recently healed wounds.

His arms are around her the moment she’s within distance, her own around his neck, “This is a surprise.”

“Sorry I didn’t call,” the exhaustion was evident in her voice. Barely above a whisper causing Zemo to tighten his hold.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m just glad to see you are okay,” his hand runs along her hair, “wanna tell me what happened?” He hears her sniff, increasing his dread, “Close call?”

“Too many,” her voice cracks and there’s a pause. “We almost lost Rocket. We saved him thankfully, but then we nearly lost Peter. And I almost—,” she stops short, not wanting to relive her near death experience. “This was…it was too much for all of us, Helmut.” A kiss is pressed to her head, offering comfort.

“Let’s get you inside, mein schatz.” Zemo leads Minerva into the home, sitting her in the living room while he goes to put a kettle on the stove. Filling two cups of cherry blossom tea, Minerva’s favorite, he joins her in the living room.

After taking her first sip of the brew, Minerva removes the headpiece from her hair and makes herself comfortable before giving Zemo a play-by-play of the past three days. He stays quiet, listening intently but visibly reacts with each awful detail Minvera relays to him. From the unexpected attack from Adam Warlock, to the disgusting abuse Rocket endured at the hands of the High Evolutionary, to Quill nearly imploading in space had it not been for Adam’s change of heart.

Zemo’s knuckles turned white when Minerva spoke of what happened to her. Anger consumed him and he wished he had been there to protect her. Seeing his distress Minerva placed her hand on his, gently squeezing, “I’m okay, Helmut. I’m here now and we all made it out. There were many close calls, but we’re all alive and that’s what matters.”

Taking her hand, Zemo brought it up to brush his lips against her fingers, softly kissing her knuckles. “I don’t know what I would've done if I lost you, Minnie. I—-,” he stops himself to exhale, squeezing his eyes shut, “I would’ve found a way to fly across the galaxy to avenge you.”

“I know you would,” she murmurs, removing her hand but positioning herself in his lap. Arms snake around his neck, pulling him so they were inches apart. “I’d expect nothing less. Also I’d be a hypocrite considering I would do the same for you.” A playful smirk formed, “I was already plotting when Ross let you get captured by those bastards last year. Had it ended any other way, Ross would cease to exist.”

Zemo snickered, “I see we haven’t really changed completely despite our friends believing the opposite. Neither of us hesitating to return to old ways if it comes down to such circumstances.”

She smirks, “No, I don’t suppose we haven’t.”

“What a pair we are,” leaning in, his lips meet hers in a soft caress. Warmth seeping through his veins. That effortless high he believed he’d never have again after the loss of his family.

But he found it with a Goddess in the stars. Where love swept across the galaxy.

When they pull away after a moment, Zemo keeps his forehead against hers. Gold meeting brown. “I’m not sure I can let you go now, liebling. At least not for a while.”

“You never have to anymore,” her words have him startled, the man pulling away slightly to get a better look at her.

“What are you saying?”

Minerva’s gaze turns soft, though there’s slight nervousness, “After everything we all realized something. We found the family we were searching for, but some of us needed to find ourselves. Peter’s here on Earth to find his grandfather. Mantis is off on her own adventure. Drax and Nebula are on Knowhere to help raise the children we saved from the High Evolutionary. Rocket and Groot are leading a new era of the Guardians. And me,” she stops, emitting a gaze full of love that takes Zemo’s breath away. “I’d like to be here. With you, Helmut. If you’ll have me.”

If his heart could explode from the happiness Zemo was feeling it would. Tears were threatening to prick his eyes, the Baron willing himself to remain composed. “Oh, Schatz,” he croaked, cupping the side of her jaw. “I should be the one asking you that. Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than every star in the galaxy.” With that he kisses her, putting all his love and passion it causes her own eyes to water.

“I love you too,” she kisses him again. They remain on the couch, falling asleep eventually curled up in each other’s embrace. Their last thoughts filled with joy as they awaited the new adventure on the horizon.

An adventure just between them. A reinstated Goddess and a fully pardoned Baron opening the next chapter of their lives. Together.

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dykeobsidianblock · 1 year

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Characters I personally write for

These are the characters I personally write for, if you don't see a character on this list than it means I either dont write for them or forgot to add them to this list. If youre unsure than ask whether or I write for them

Red means I only write romantic x reader for them, Blue means I only write platonic/familial x reader for them, Green means I only write sexual x reader for them and Pink means I write romantic, sexual and platonic/familial x reader for them

Under the cut since it ended up getting longer than I expected

The Arcana:

Lucio

Muriel

Portia

Nadia

Volta

Vlastomil

Nafizah

Nahara

Natiqa

The Muppets*

The Electric Mayhem (Dr Teeth, Lips, Floyd Pepper, Janice, Zoot and Animal)

Walter

Miss Piggy

Denise

Constantine

Rowlf

Clifford

*I only write for human versions of the Muppets

Empires SMP (Both s1 and s2):

Scott

Jimmy

Pixl

Lizzie

Pearl

Katherine

Shubble

Gem

Sausage

Oli

False

Joey

Life Series:

Grian

Scar

Bigb

Ren

Jimmy

Mumbo

Lizzie

Cleo

Martyn

Pearl

Scott

Impulse

Tango

Origins SMP:

Scott

Sparklez

Create SMP:

Keralis

Scar

Tango

Zedaph

Witchcraft SMP:

Joey

Scott

Cleo

Shubble

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Keralis

Ren

Renbob

Hypno

Doc

Gem

Wels

False

Stress

Pearl

Cleo

Zedaph

Wormman

Impulse

Tango

Pirates SMP:

Sausage

Martyn

Oli

Pokemon:

Champion Cynthia

Elite 4 Hassel

Champion Alder

Commander Kamado

Team Rocket Jessie

Team Rocket James

Trial Captain Kiawe

Team Aqua Archie

Team Magma Maxie

Professor Kukui

Champion Steven Stone

Gym Leader Iono

Gym Leader Kofu

Gym Leader Katy

Gym Leader Lt. Surge

Professor Birch

Professor Rowan

Subway Master Ingo

Subway Master Emmett

Elite 4 Marshal

Elite 4 Siebold

Elite 4 Drasna

Elite 4 Malva

Elite 4 Wikstrom

Champion Diantha

Gym Leader Wulfric

Aether Foundation Wicke

Team Skull Guzma

Ultra Recon Dulse

Ultra Recon Zossie

Gym Leader Milo

Champion Leon

Gym Leader Raihan

Gym Leader Melony

(Former) Champion Peony

Gym Leader Nessa

Gym Leader Kabu

Galaxy Clan Cyllene

Professor Laventon

Diamond Clan Iscan

Diamond Clan Adaman

Pearl Clan Palina

Rival Arven

Rival Nemona

Gym Leader Ryme

Teacher Tyme

Professor Sada

Teacher Raifort

Teacher Saguaro

Stardew Valley:

Elliott

Clint

Gunther

M. Rasmodius

Marnie

Haley

Maru

Demetrius

Leah

Seven Deadly Sins:

King

Diane

Escanor

Gilthunder

Howzer

Gowther

Jericho

Guila

Griamore

Naruto:

Kakashi

Sakura

Naruto

Sasuke

Gai

Rock Lee

Tenten

Kankuro

Choji

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Lucifer

Leviathan

Luke

Simeon

Diavolo

Beelzebub

Barbatos

#long post #forpinned.txt #dykeobsidianblock.txt

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pokenimagines · 2 years

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Hiya! Could I perhaps request like.. a short fic of coming out as Non-Binary to james? I love ur writing sm!

I swear I read this completly wrong the first time I saw this and Queenie had to correct me. I originally though it was James coming out as Non-Binary and I wanted Meowth to be like "Well ya, we knew. Especially when you did the bikini contect with your MEOWMY-milkers."

I was only a little dissapointed but now it's been added in so people can see my horrible pun. Now without furthur ado, the headcanons.

Discord (16+) - Request Information

SFW James: Coming Out

"So...James..." You began, sitting next to the blue-haired failed villain. The boy looked over at you, clearly startled by your sudden appearance.

"Oh, hello." his fake-suave but still endearing voice rang out.

"I have a bit of an announcement and wanted you to be the first to know." You began, your heart hammering in your chest. The good news was you knew exactly how this interaction would probably go. The bad news is that the entire ordeal was still nervewracking.

"Of course, what is it you need to say." His full attention was now on you.

"Well you see...I'm ah..." You said, looking off to the side, "You know like...the term trans?" You asked him.

"Yes...are you saying you're trans?" James asked, leaning forward. You paused for a moment and let out a short and breathy laugh.

"Yup." You finally said. James just smiled over at you with a proper laugh.

"That's great! Have any names in mind? Pronouns?" James asked, clearly interested. You should've known he'd be on board completly. After all, Team Rocket was basically the alphabet mafia.

"Um, not yet...but I'll let you know once I figure it out, okay?" You said and James just squeezed your hand.

"Sounds good, now come on, I think Jessie and Meowth will be back from scouting soon. I swear, we're going to catch that Pikachu." He said, a look of determination in his eyes.

"I'm sure we will."

#pokemon x reader #pokemon #Reader #Reader Insert #X Reader #pokemon jessie and james #pokemon team rocket #James x reader #James #Pokemon James #Reader x James #James Fic #James Fanfic #Pokemon James x Reader #team rocket #rainbow team rocket

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sleepingdeath-light · 6 months

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james smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (24/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokèmon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “Jessie and James smut hcs? I’m over 18+👍”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!james, oral sex, references to body worship, praise kink, gentle sex

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

james is a more submissive leaning switch who prefers gentle love making over carnal pleasure — he enjoys being able to worship and appreciate you, or be worshipped and appreciated by you, whenever you’re able to spend some alone time together (especially after a failed mission for team rocket when he’s in a particularly low mood)

he’s all about romance and makes sure that every time you have sex, you feel appreciated and adored — hell, if you give him the time then he might just go the full nine yards: a box of your favourite treats, rose petals on the bed sheets, your favourite scented candles, and a rose held between his teeth as he waits for you in a suitably sexy pose

he loves going down on you and almost seems to get off on it more than you do: wrapping your legs around his head whilst he lays flat on his stomach, massaging your thighs and stomach as he pleases you with his mouth, occasionally pulling away to kiss your inner thighs and talk about just how attractive you look/sound in moments like this, and so on

run your hands through his hair when he’s between your legs and call him your ‘good boy’, your ‘pretty boy’, and just ‘yours’, and james is in absolute heaven — you’ll even see those pretty eyes flutter close as he gets absolutely drunk on your [cock / cunt]

the best way to get him out of a rut, those times where his usual confidence and flair dissipates and he seems almost deflated and depressed, is to spend a day pampering him completely — and not just sexually: run him a hot bubble bath and share it with him, wash his hair and body tenderly whilst earnestly complimenting him and assuring him that he’s loved wholly (perceived flaws and all), kiss all over his face until the barest traces of a smile are starting to appear on his face, kiss the palms of his hands and the backs and his fingertips and knuckles, dry his hair by hand, take him to the bed and worship every inch of his body (kiss him, mark him, ride him, fuck him, love him), show him that he’s adored whilst telling him just how much you love him, precisely what you love about him

by the end of the night he’ll be in much better spirits and, after a good therapeutic cry, he’ll hold you in his arms and the two of you will be able to drift into a peaceful, warm sleep for the rest of the night until the late morning

james is extremely vocal in the bedroom even when he doesn’t intend to be, to the extent that you’ll have to gag him when you have other people staying with you just to prevent the awkward small talk the next day — he’s all loud theatric moans, plentiful blasphemes, deep groans that go straight to your core, high pitched sighs, and other sounds that are utterly pornographic and yet are completely natural to him

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors will be blocked #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #smut #smut hcs #gender neutral reader #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader #team rocket smut #team rocket x reader #team rocket james x reader #team rocket james smut #pokemon james x reader #pokemon james smut

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pokemonjiro · 3 years

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N/S/F/W James/Kojiro headcanons

• power bottom/sub top no arguments

• toy addicted

• probably has an extensive personal collection that he’s always begging you to use on him

• probably into exhibitionism

• quickies in public places drive him crazy

• he has a preference for under the desk head

• not subtle at all though so it’s always obvious something is happening just from the look on his face and the little sounds he lets slip

• INSANELY vocal, usually praise and petnames but sometimes slurred curses will fall from his lips when he’s practically gooning

• when he’s too worked up to speak full words he just lets out delicious little grunts and moans that get longer and whinier the closer he is

• more of a receiver than a giver by nature but doesn’t mind returning the favour

• a bit of a people pleaser so when he’s touching you he’ll give it his all to make you feel good

• vanilla when it comes to positions, he likes when his partner rides him or they fuck doggy style

• probably into mirror sex, gets off a little to seeing his own O-face and watching himself slide into his partner or seeing himself being fucked from behind

• gets super clingy after sex, he’ll be attached to you at the hip and showering you in little pecks while slurring tired sweet nothings into your nape

• into lingerie but prefers to take it off before actually doing anything to preserve it

• probably gets matching sets for you both

• likes the idea of taking pics or videos during sex

• has a folder of photos of your hand or mouth around his member probably followed by some pics of you donning his seed across your body or curled up next to him asleep after

• usually sweet but can be teasing in an almost bitchy way at times

• will nudge his tip against your entrance and push in slightly only to pull out and grin down at you smugly

• “tell me exactly how much you want me inside darling or i’ll have to finish without you”

• gets extremely whiny and demanding when he’s on the receiving end

• it’s like his vocabulary is reduced to just some weak pleas and “right there! there!”

• his O-face is truly a sight to behold

• his lids flutter as his eyes unfocus, sometimes his jaw will drop open enough for a bit of drool to escape him, his brows furrowed so hard it seems almost painful

• probably has a cum kink, either shooting it on you somewhere or coming inside

• “gonna fill you up so good” “you’ll be filled with me for weeks” “look how pretty you look all covered in my cum darling” “i almost want to take a picture”

• extremely jealous and when he is it shows

• will not settle for bottoming when he’s jealous and he’ll insist you fuck in front of the mirror so you can “see how good i fuck you, how perfectly i fit inside, how you’re made for me”

• if not infront of a mirror you’ll definitely be fucking face to face and he’ll be leaving passionate kisses against you even as he makes his speeches about how he’s the only one who could ever fill you so well

• probably cries sometimes when you have slow or lovey sex because he’s a sentimental doof at heart

• the king of aftercare… for himself, other than being extremely clingy towards you after sex most of his aftercare is aimed at himself, he’ll run himself baths with special soaps or make himself a refreshing snack, though of course he’d share or extend the invite if he thought you were interested

• overall amazing lay

#this is honestly awful writing and completely self indulgent #i literally just wanted to put down all my sexy james thoughts but some of them contradict each other #conclusion: james is a selfish but still caring. obedient but teasing. filthy but tame hot fuck and i love this guy #james pokemon #james kojiro #kojiro x reader #james x reader #pokemon x reader #team rocket x reader #team rocket headcanons #n/s/f/w #not safe fw #not safe for staff #nsftumblr

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self-ship-imagines · 5 years

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omg hi can i get some head-cannons for James from Pokemon? pretty please-

He loves you!!!! so much!!!!

Like even though y'all are together he swoons whenever he sees you

He loves to make you gifts and will give you so many knickknacks he made

He spent so long learning to make flower crowns and will drape you in them as often as he can

He loves going on adventures with you

He will call both of y'all's Pokemon your children

He will wake you up by covering your face with kisses

James loves hearing about your interests you always get so happy when talking about them!!

Jesse and Meowth are James best Wing(wo)men

This boy gets so happy and flustered when you wear his clothes!!

he loves it when you play with his hair!!!! it really relaxes him and makes him so happy!!!

speaking of that, if you do his hair he will keep it in that style for as long as possible!!! he just loves it sooo much!!!

#pokemon #james pokemon #team rocket #team rocket james #pokemon x reader #team rocket x reader #james x reader #f/o headcanons

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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911 calling - remus lupin x reader, brother's best friend? (preferably james as the brother but i'm not that fussy <3)

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

911 calling - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with regulus black)

You felt the wind whip your robes behind you, your chest pressed flat against your broom. You were neck-in-neck with the Ravenclaw Seeker, and you'd be damned if you let the snitch escape your grasp.

Your fingers were stretched as far as possible towards the little golden ball, the glimmer against the blue sky easy to spot. You rocketed towards the stands, using your location to your advantage and herding the Ravenclaw chaser towards one of the spectator towers.

He was forced to pull up, not wanting to crash right through the tower. You had full control of the snitch now, hearing the roar of the crowd validate your decision. In mere seconds your fingers curled around the ball, your arm shooting into the air as Sirius screeched into the mic, "Suck my red and gold dick, Ravenclaw! Potter's caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!"

You basked in the glory radiating from your win, narrowly avoiding being tackled off of your broom by your overexcited brother. He patted you on the back hard enough to bruise your shoulder, grinning and congratulating you for being the best damn seeker he's ever seen.

The snitch twitched desperately in your grip, begging to be let go, but as per tradition, you were allowed to keep your first game ball. Spectators were already pouring out from the stands, eagerly awaiting your arrival outside the pitch, but you're only looking for one in particular.

Remus stands against the red and gold patterned stands, a soft grin creeping over his lips when you come running towards him.

"Remus," You gush, holding the snitch out as your trophy, "Look! I caught it, can you believe it?!"

"You did amazing, my love," Remus coos, wrapping you in a tight hug, "That seeker's been on the team for four years, and you had him in one game."

"She's a damn good player," Sirius had somehow escaped McGonagall's wrath at his commentary, jogging over to join you and Remus by the stands, "Far better than her brother."

"Hey!" James slips out of the crowd gathered by the entrance, "Thanks a lot, Pads! I mean, she's good, but not that good."

"How dare you!" You glare teasingly at your brother, linking your arm with Remus's, "You're on my side, aren't you, Remmy?"

"Sorry mate," Remus grins sheepishly at James, "Three against one."

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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You're The Best Thing

Masterlist

author note: YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS!!!! My excitement for this is beyond compare. I really really hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Sam Wilson x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k (my longest one yet)

song: Never Knew I Needed -Ne-Yo

warning(s): cursing, SMUT!!!!!, p in v, fingering, protected sex, oral (fem receiving), fluff

background info: everyone is alive, Steve didn't go back in time and stay there with Peggy, but still chose to retire and pass the shield to Sam.

For the way you changed my plans

“Sam, I would like you to show the new recruit around.” Tony says to me as he walks into the kitchen.

“Why me? You know that I have more stuff to do now that I’m Captain America, right?”

“Which is why you’re perfect to show her around. Now get to it rocket man. She’s coming up the elevator right now.”

I sigh before turning back to Bucky.

“Can’t believe I’m stuck giving the newbie a tour.”

“Maybe she’s cute.”

“Maybe she’s a child. You know how Tony does recruits. Look at the spider.”

Right as Bucky opens his mouth to respond, I hear the most heavenly voice I’ve ever heard.

“I’m actually 29, but at least I’m not a bitter old man like you.”

I turn around to see her full lips turn into a smirk at me before walking towards us. I have never seen someone so gorgeous in my life. I mean Nat is gorgeous, but this girl is gorgeous.

Her hips sway as she walks towards the kitchen and I can’t help, but to stare. Good Lord.

I shake myself out of the trance I’m in. I must stay focused. I was able to fuck around a bit as Falcon, but just from the one sentence she has said to me, she has me wanting to change my plans up a bit.

“So, Captain America, too busy being you or can you show this child around?”

“I don’t know. Is it okay for this bitter old man to show you around?”

“If you continue to be bitter then maybe I should just explore on my own.”

She’s even able to match my banter.

“Come on. I’ll even let you have one of my juice boxes Stark packed with my lunch today.” She says to me before I can respond to her.

Showing her around wasn’t half bad. She’s amazing. She’s from New Orleans, which is only a bit over 2 hours from Delacroix, her power is being able to multiply herself, she helped take down the Red Room with Nat, and her favorite food is seafood, more specifically, Crawfish.

I tell her about Sarah, my nephews, make fun of Bucky for a bit and then I show her where her room is.

Her bags and boxes are in the room, so I decide to leave her to unpack.

“Tired of babysitting?”

“No, just got Captain America things to do.”

“Mm, well, you know where to find me.”

“That I do.”

For being the perfect distraction

1 month later

“I know it’s a whole team of us, but Steve never talked about how hard it is to be him”

I see y/n roll her eyes before she beckons me over.

“Alright come here old sport. Sounds like you need a music break.”

“I can’t. I need to get the paperwork ready-“

“No. You need to get your ass over here and take a music break with me, because you’re gonna die from stress and I will be the last person to have been with you if you do and I will get blamed for your death, so come here.”

I roll my eyes and begrudgingly walk around the couch to the middle of the living room. A slow song starts to play, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. It’s actually one of our favorite songs, A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James.

I wrap my arms around her waist, and she wraps hers around my shoulders. She was right, I really did need this. Being in her arms calms me down so much it’s ridiculous. I’m really starting to like her which was not a part of my plans. I was supposed to do the Captain America thing without romance. Steve was able to do it. I needed to focus on being a role model to people like me. I needed to show Isaiah that what I did was not a mistake, but she just came in here and took the idea that I had and of everything that I wanted to have and made me see that there was something missing. Fun, Laughter, Friends, Family, Love.

For the way you’re something that I’d never choose

But at the same time something I don’t want to lose

3 months later on a yet another life threatening mission

“Sam, if I multiply I could go in and save those people!” I hear y/n say through my earpiece

“okay, but the fire is quickly spreading, and you could die.”

I wait to hear a response.

“y/n, do you copy? Do not go in until I give you the all clear.”

Static, then boom, explosion from the 4th floor. Where the victims are.

Please don’t let her be up there. Please let her have listened to me for once.

I feel Pietro run by me. I look over to the direction he was headed and see the people I think y/n was talking about.

I run over there and make sure everyone is okay before I turn to Pietro.

“Where’s y/n?”

“She was right behind me.”

I turn to look in the direction of where he came from and see her. As I start to run over there she disappears in thin air.

She multiplied.

How could she be so reckless? Why couldn’t she just listen to me just this once?

I hurry up and fly to the 4th floor. I make it through the fire as best as I can before looking around for her. I search for about five minutes before I see her lifeless body on the ground.

No. No. I refuse.

I pick her up and fly to the ground. I hear everyone’s voices, but my only concern is her.

She’s still alive, but her pulse is slow.

I quickly bring her over to the medic and they put an oxygen mask on her.

I don’t want to leave her, but I still have a job to do. I check on everyone else and make sure that there were no casualties. Thankfully everyone is safe. I tell the other Avengers to go to the compound and I’ll stay with y/n.

Once her pulse raises back up to normal I see her eyes flutter open. She looks around confused for a bit before reaching over to take off her mask.

“Told you I could do it.”

The way you smile and how you comfort me (with your laughter)

I must admit you were not a part of my book

But now if you open it I may take a look

You’re the beginning and the end of every chapter

2 weeks later

“Okay, but think about it, if there’s two of me having sex with someone then its technically a threesome because there are three people present.” She says to me.

“It’s just you though. It’s not like your twin or something. It’s literally just you multiplied, so no.” I reply while throwing back another beer.

I honestly don’t know how she came up with this topic. I just came into her room to vent about how I upset I was to find not only Bucky with my sister, but Bucky on a DATE with my sister when y/n decided that she just HAD to ask me this question.

Hearing y/n laugh right now is really the only thing holding me together. It’s so contagious that you can’t help but laugh with her. Everyone else feels the exact same way about her, but I think I’m falling in love with her.

You’re the best thing I never knew I needed

2 more weeks later

She’s out on a solo mission. I have never missed someone so much in my life. Life around the compound is so boring when she’s not around. I don’t even remember what it was like around here before she showed up. She turned everything upside down in the best possible way.

I told Tony that I felt like this mission was too dangerous for her to do. She should have at least brought Nat with her. Not that y/n isn’t capable of doing things on her own I would just feel better if she wasn’t alone.

A week later

She’s on her way back. The mission went successful and she’s on her way back. I need to tell her how I feel. I had no idea how deep my feelings for her were until I had to learn to live my daily life without her.

“Your girlfriend is back.” I hear Tony say to me as he walks past.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” I respond before picking up my pace and running outside to the landing strip.

As soon as she steps foot on the ground I start running at full speed toward her. Once I get to her I hug her while picking her up. I don’t let go for a good minute. Her scent was so overwhelming (in the best way) and something I missed after two weeks of being without.

Who knew that I could be

So unexpectedly

Undeniably happier

I put her down and interlock our fingers while walking into the compound. I don’t let her stop to talk to anyone because if I do I would lose my nerve.

I decide to take us to her room since it’s closer than mine.

I sit her down on the bed and stare at her for a bit.

“Okay, you got me here. Now what? Gonna have your way with me Cap?” she asks me while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and letting out a short giggle. I know she’s teasing, but some part of me wishes she wasn’t.

“I love you. You were not a part of my plans at all. I was going to focus on my job and just get shit done, but you came here and flipped my world upside down. You’re always around driving me crazy, and I like it.”

I pause to take a breath.

“When you were gone all I could think about was you. I hate being without you. I fought off my feelings for so long. You are not someone I thought I would fall for, but I did and now it’s so clear, I need you here, with me, always.”

There’s a pregnant pause before she starts talking.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I first talked to you Sam.”

Words I never thought I would hear come out of her mouth. I sit down next to her and kiss her. I quickly learn that her kisses are as addicting as her personality. I gently lean her back and continue kissing her without parting from her lips. I could do this all day.

I feel her hands creep under my shirt which I take as a sign and reluctantly part from her. I take off my shirt and reach to take off hers. I start kissing around to find her sweet spot and whenever I find it I suck a hickey on her while her moans are egging me on.

Once I get down to her cleavage I unzip her bra from the front. Her nipples looked like they were begging to be sucked on, so I did, and it was probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever done. She let out little whimpers and I felt her try to gain friction from anything under me.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure to give you everything you need.” I say while pulling away from her nipple and moving over to the other. I reach down to her bottoms and take them off and feel the pretty panties she’s wearing underneath.

I palm over her clothed pussy while sucking on her nipple for one more minute before moving stopping my hand movement and moving my mouth down past her navel. Once I get her panties off I’m faced with quite possibly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. She’s wet, but I can get her wetter.

“Sam, please. Please don’t tease me. I need you.” I hear her say exasperatedly.

“I gotta get you warmed up for me baby.”

I kitten lick her clit and feel her hips buck up towards me when I move my tongue away from her. I continue licking her clit until I swipe my finger through her lips, and I feel she has gotten more wet. Once I’m satisfied with how turned on I’ve gotten her I ease a finger inside of her.

I stroke my finger in her slowly while continuing the stimulation on her clit. Her moans have gotten a bit louder now and I refuse to tell her to keep it down. I want everyone to hear how I’m making her feel.

Her hips buck up against my mouth and her moans get quicker, signaling she was close, so I start to suck on her clit while pumping my finger faster.

She lets out the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard while shuddering through her orgasm. I place a small kiss to her clit and stand up.

While giving her time to recover, I grab a condom out of her top dresser and finish undressing. Her blissed out look and the way the shade the light coming from her lamp makes her look ethereal has my dick is brick hard and I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

I stroke myself while looking at her. Her pussy all sick from my mouth and her cum and her hands holding on to her tits. A sight for sore eyes.

I tap the head of my cock against her clit and watch her jerk from the overstimulation.

She looks up at me and nods her head to give me permission.

“I need words, honey.”

“Please, fuck me.”

And that’s all I need to hear before I slowly slide inside of her. I hear her let out a low “fuck” as I do so. Once I bottom out a stay there for a bit to get her used to my size. She feels so nice wrapped around me. The throbbing of her pussy making me want to cum right then and there.

She tells me I can continue, and I slowly start to thrust. She lets out quiet whimpers with each stroke.

I pick up the speed after a minute and with each thrust I feel her sucking me back in. She has her legs wrapped around my waist bringing me closer to her which in turns lets me hear her moans in my ear that she’s been trying to keep down.

Her moaning my name is so sweet that it motivates me to move faster. I lift off a bit so I can put some distance between us and rub light, quick circles on her clit before I hear her scream my name and squirt all over me.

Now that was a sight for sore eyes.

Once I feel her relax I move and sit on the end of the bed and have her to sit on my lap facing me and ease back inside of her. I lean back on my elbow while holding her waist with my other hand and start pounding into her.

It’s not long before I feel my impending orgasm.

“Sam, please give me your cum.” I hear her say while looking down at me.

“Fuck” I say with a rasp. I speed up a bit before I hear her talk again.

“Cum in me baby.”

And before I knew it I felt myself tense up and cum inside of her. I try ease her off of me, but she puts her arms around me, holding me tight.

“Stay inside me for a bit longer? Please?”

I chuckle at how flustered she looks and tell her that I need to throw away the condom before it leaks, and she needs to pee before she gets a UTI. She sighs knowing I’m right and we get up to go do what we need to do. About 3 minutes later we come back to her bed, and she lays in my arms.

“You know that wasn’t it, right?”

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Good intentions

Bucky Barnes x reader

Had to divide the story into four parts, and I’m working as fast as I can to finish the rest.

Please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :) Especially if you like it.

Everybody's alive.

When Natasha catches your reaction to seeing a soaking wet Bucky coming in from the rain, your life becomes unbearable. Nat considers herself a decent matchmaker, but what happens when both her subjects are resisting her attempts?

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Part 1: Matchmaker

Word count: 4412

It had been raining for weeks. Racing streaks down the glass. Soft drumming against the umbrella. Big, fat drops of water splashing against the pavement, sending shivers through my body whenever they hit my skin. Two in rapid succession on my neck – don't know how, though, my coat collar was pulled up as high as it could go, and my umbrella was larger than average. Then one straight into my ear, which made me squeak in disgust. This had to be an omen.

I shook my umbrella before stepping through the door. No need to be a savage, though from the look of it, I was the only one who cared. A quick nod good morning to Nesta in the reception while making a mental note to call down the cleaning crew. The state of the floor was appalling. Mud and dirt and water – apparently not everyone remembered to wipe their feet before entering the building. And umbrellas all along the wall, dripping on the tiles, creating puddles so large a toddler would happily jump in them.

A long sigh escaped. Time for a stern talk with Nesta again. This was supposed to be a good first impression, not an impression of someone's mudroom. My stomach twisted, this was just the latest in a long string of minor complaints. If she didn't improve soon, I would have to make a note in her file and I hated being strict. Still, it was a part of my job, just like running errands before eight in the morning and longing for the coffee I left in my office. I didn't have to like it.

The elevator pinged. “Hey, Y/N.” Natasha walked out with a smile on her face. Her hair was red again, like flames cascading over her shoulders. Damn, that woman really could carry any hair colour. I nodded and smiled back. “Good morning, Agent Romanov. You're in early. What can I do for you? Love your hair, by the way."

"Thanks. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

I shook off my coat and adjusted the bag on my shoulder. "Of course. What do you need? Let me just –""

The door blew open, banging into the doorstopper before closing behind a sopping wet figure and an umbrella that definitely had seen better days. "Good morning, Y/N. Hey, Nat. Have you seen Clint?" Bucky shook himself, sending a glittering spray of water everywhere.

"No, but check the roof."

The air was knocked straight out of me. I couldn't stop the tiny squeak that tumbled over my lips. The way his hair stuck to his face did things to me, not to mention how the water glistened on his metal arm. I hadn't felt heat on my face like that since I was seventeen and spilled juice all over my shirt in front of my neighbour Todd.

Swallowing the rest of the rude noises hovering in my throat, I forced a smile and nodded to the elevator. "Saw him by the coffee machine on the third floor earlier, Sargent Barnes." My voice was breathier that usual, and I cursed the weather for calling me out like that, while simultaneously praying to any deities listening that nobody noticed.

"Thanks." He marched to the elevator with a pace that would divide a crowd of people without a word.

Natasha looked between Bucky and me, a devilish smile spreading on her face. Once he was out of earshot, she bumped me with her elbow. “So, Bucky, huh?”

The heat crept up my ears and settled in my temples. Surely I was no more than two seconds from combusting? “What? I don’t… no, I mean –" I drew a big breath and steeled my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, what was it you needed my help with?”

Her eyes locked on mine. "Never mind that… You're a terrible liar."

A good point. I let out a small wheeze and scrunched my eyes shut. "Fine! Yes, Sargent Barnes is a tall drink of water. Is that what you want me to say? Well, yeah, okay. Maybe I do have a thing for him." The defeat was inevitable. Already my intestines were squirming. Nothing good could come from this.

Natasha looked like it was Christmas and her birthday all at once. "I knew it!"

I shrugged, ignoring the rising chill in my chest. How to best deescalate this before it got out of hand? "Well, you are a superspy after all. But please, PLEASE, don't say anything to him. I like my job. Besides, he's a fucking superhero. I'm just… me."

"Just you?" She shook her head lightly and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I mean, come on! Look at me!" Holding my arms out, I swayed from side to side. I never liked to draw attention to my body, but apparently she needed the extra visual.

Natasha arched her eyebrow. "I am looking."

She was good, but I couldn't to give up that easily. "Yes, and then you clearly see that I'm ordinary. People like him don't fall for people like me. He's too perfect for that."

"Perf… perfect?" She snorted. "Y/N, Bucky's a mess. He's basically a cucumber with anxiety. Damn, you really have it bad if –"

"I know he has issues. You all do. I'm the one booking everybody's therapy sessions, remember? I'm not talking about his trauma. I'm talking about the fact that he's sweet as a marshmallow and his smile could power a small European country if Stark only found a way to harness its brilliance –"

"And the fact that he's got those broad shoulders and could probably lift and throw a bus if he wanted…"

"And that," I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck to stop that annoying heat from spreading even more. That was a delicious picture, alright. "But I'm nothing special."

"Y/N, sweetie, what are you talking about? You know everything, who's supposed to be where, what we're doing, when we come and go – that's practically a superpower right there. Don't downplay yourself."

The laughter came out dry and humourless. She had to be kidding. Being organised and good at puzzles wasn't exactly rocket science. And besides, I didn't even have a good memory. Without my trusty calendar and phone I'd be running around like Hei-Hei.

"Appreciate your confidence in me, but I don't think so, Nat," I countered and repeated: "Please don't tell him."

She sighed. "I won't."

I tilted my head and put on my best mom-voice. "Promise me."

Her shoulders slumped forward, and she lifted her hand in the air. "I promise I will never tell James Buchanan Barnes about your crush." There was a small pause. "Partypooper!"

"Who's a partypooper?"

I yelped and spun around, looking into Tony's smiling face. "Oh my god, Tony, I mean, Mr Stark." Why did he have to be so stealthy? A big, flashy guy like him ought to be required to announce his arrival with trumpets and drums. Through my galloping heartbeats I noted the glasses were new though, and wondered what kind of new tech they really were. They suited him.

He smirked. “Not the first time a lady has said that to me. But you didn’t answer my question.”

Exhaling, I closed my eyes, just barely resisting the urge to pinch my nose – or maybe kick him in the shin as a diversion. This was going to hell with the express train. “No one. No one's a partypooper.”

“Really?” He turned to Natasha. “Nat?”

I shook my head vigorously, bringing forth all malice I had to my eyes, which I have been told is substantial.

"Y/N has a crush and –"

"Ooh, is it me?" He winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

That made me laugh. "What? Oh, god no." Then I immediately felt bad for my reaction.

"Okay, a little bit insulted, but whatever…"

"She won't let me tell Bucky that she's in love with him," Natasha continued as if she had never been interrupted.

Tony gasped, a look of absolute delight in his eyes.

It was as if the ground disappeared beneath me. A rush of adrenaline almost knocked me off my feet. "Natasha! You promised."

She shrugged and pointed at Tony. "I promised not to tell Bucky. Last I checked, that is not him."

This time I did pinch the bridge of my nose and exhaled deeply, then groaned silently. “Nat!” Even I could hear the desperation in my voice. “Sargent Barnes is a friend. Well, uh, a colleague. Of sorts. I do not -“

“So you didn’t just squeak and burst into flames when he came through that door, huh?” She pointed to the glass door with a grin on her face.

Yeah, this was definitely a torture-the-handler day. Though Natasha was right about my crush, of course, and I wasn't even sure it was just a crush anymore; it had lasted for far too long to be called a crush, I had to keep a professional relationship with all of them.

Truth be told I had had a crush on Bucky since the day we were introduced, but I remembered the exact moment I had fallen in love: it was a chilly spring evening about a year ago. The team had decided to go out to eat, Wanda had discovered a new restaurant downtown, and the food supposedly was to die for. I couldn’t remember what I ate, or if I even liked it, but I remembered the knitted cardigan Bucky wore, the one with the colourful pattern on it. It looked really soft, and I found myself longing to touch it. That wasn’t the moment, though. The exact moment that made me go “Oh shit!” was when I cracked some stupid dad joke, and Bucky unleashed his full laughter on me. Who knew that "Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it's a soap opera," would be my doom? But the sound had stunned me, made me lose my voice for several minutes. If someone had opened my skull at that moment, the only thing they would have found was an empty space and a dial tone - my brain frantically trying to reconnect with my body. If I concentrated I could still hear the ringing in my ears.

I avoided him for a week afterwards - well, tried and failed; my work meant contact with the entire Avengers team at all times - but the mental distance hurt too much to keep up with it. Since then, I allowed the realisation to wash over me, causing me both joy and suffering. And I thought I hid it well. Not well enough, apparently, since Natasha sniffed it out. I resisted the urge to close my eyes and sigh again. However, I couldn’t stop my intestines from curling into a tight ball. She had brought Tony into this after all.

Tony’s eyes shone. It had been a long time since any drama unfurled in the compound. He was practically starved, and this… This was delicious.

Looking between them, I knew this wouldn't end well. "You know what? I'm gonna go set up the briefing. Room 705. Thirty minutes. Don't be late." Fishing the phone out of my pocket, I sent a group text to everyone with time and location. In afterthought the wording in the text might have been a tad too harsh, threatening bodily harm if they were late, but the start of the day warranted some sort of reaction leaking from my brain. I locked eyes with Natasha. "Not. A. Word!"

She nodded, but the grin never left her face.

Tony watched me frantically push the elevator button, and I caught him whispering, not knowing I could still hear him. Or maybe he didn't care. "So what's your plan?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you have a plan? You're the resident match-maker here, aren't you?"

Nastasha let out a small laugh. "Do you know why she refuses to do anything about it?"

Tony nodded. “Because she’s professional and a bit afraid for what the people at the top are going to say?”

“No. Well, probably that too, but she thinks Bucky is way out of her league. Something about him being a superhero.” She snorted.

“What?” Tony let out a barking laugh. “Why? Bucky’s like the most timid ex-assassin you can find. I mean, he’s basically a cup of soft serve covered in salt and liquorice."

“I know. We gotta get them together. So, uh, are you in?”

“Uh, yeah! What’s your plan?”

The room finally sealed itself around me and I heard nothing else than the back of my head banging against the mirror wall and F.R.I.D.A.Y. cheerfully announcing what floor I was going to.

Half an hour later I had to step out for a bit to fetch a new cable to the projector, and when I got back, almost everyone were seated. My chest hollowed when I spotted Tony and Natasha sitting together, looking very conspiring indeed.

The urge to either run from the room or break them up rose in my throat, but instead I pulled up a chair next to Sam and focused on my breathing. He was one of the most calming people on the team, and I shamelessly used him as a shield.

Other than the small scare in the beginning, the morning briefing went without hitch. Agent Hill presented the upcoming missions, and I marked my calendar accordingly. Apparently SHIELD had detected a new terrorist group forming in northern Europe, and needed eyes.

Natasha was a given, she could go undetected for longer periods of time, and could take care of herself if necessary. Of course, Clint would come with her. They were an amazing team together, and he would probably go anyway, even if he was assigned to another task. It was better just to let him.

Steve and Sam would step in if it came to that, but would have to keep under the radar until they were needed. Bucky would travel to Europe with the others, but I knew he would set off alone the minute they touched ground in Stockholm. He worked best alone, or so he claimed, and anyway it would be an advantage to spread out. Still, I made a note on my pad to make sure he had everything he needed, and then some. Who knew where his road might lead him.

Bruce and Tony would work together to develop a better algorithm for the surveillance. So far, the terrorist group had evaded SHIELD's best efforts to pin them down. I was actually surprised to learn they didn't even know their name, which made me suspect something big was coming.

The rest of the team was assigned to other, smaller missions, scattered across the States. That way they could easily be reassigned if the situation escalated in Europe.

During the meeting, I kept an extra eye on Natasha and Tony. They sat next to each other, and though I thought I saw them passing notes a couple of times, I didn't want to bring any attention to it. The rest of the group looked oblivious. A sigh of relief escaped me, and Natasha looked up. She nodded imperceptibly towards Bucky, who sat with a bored look on his face and a discarded towel by his feet.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head, trying my best to stop my ears from buzzing. Suddenly aware of every molecule in the air and trying desperately to ignore the intense weight, I focused all my attention back on Agent Hill’s presentation. Still, Bucky’s presence lingered in the back of my head, and together with the imminent threat from Natasha and Tony, I felt like I was sitting on explosives.

When Maria finally closed her laptop and turned to Director Fury, everybody got up, chatting as if the meeting had been a regular parent-teacher meeting and not a brief on a possible terrorist organisation on the rise.

“Can you believe that people will do things like this?” an agent asked as we all filed out of the room.

“Well, faith is a strong persuader,” I replied with a shrug. “Some are willing to go far for what they believe in.”

“Yeah, but they’re wrong,” the agent continued.

“They’d probably say the same about us,” Sam said, and I nodded.

“There are always two sides to the coin. If not more.”

“But -“

“And then it’s up to us to figure out what to do. We have to look at the big picture. Not everyone is capable of that.” Sam tilted his head with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

The agent huffed and hurried off with a look on his face that either said that he was constipated, or that being schooled by a member of the Avengers was too much for a Wednesday morning.

“Not sure he saw the big picture, Sam.” I shook my head and smiled.

“Don’t think he could. Better hope he doesn’t get promoted soon.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. He’ll be on desk duty for years still. And I guess you have a little desk duty yourself right now?”

“Well, actually… I was hoping you could do me a favour.”

Uh-oh. That sounded ominous. “Of course. What can I do, what do you need?” My voice rose to mimic the retail job I had before I got lucky enough to join SHIELD's training and ultimately land my dream job.

Sam grimaced. "I gotta go to Louisiana. Just a short trip, couple of days maybe."

"Shit, don't think Director Fury would be too happy about that right now, not to mention the rest of upstairs. You're supposed to be on silent duty until you leave for Sweden."

"Yeah, I know that, it's just… Cass and AJ has been asking me to come visit. And Sarah's getting sick of their nagging. Also, I sorta promised on the phone yesterday. Didn't know there would be a world crisis today."

Smiling softly, I hid the urge to smack my face into the wall. This was going to take a lot of explaining and string-pulling. He was supposed to go no-contact for the duration of the mission, but I hated disappointing the boys. And Sarah was a good woman. She didn't deserve being let down, even though it technically wasn't Sam's fault this time.

"Sam, you're such a softie," I said after some consideration. "Go. I'll figure something out. Just be back before the weekend, okay? And –"

"Yeah yeah, and I'll come in at once if the situation escalates before we're scheduled to head out."

I gave him a crooked smile to disguise the trouble he had just handed me. "Sure. But I was gonna say bring back some of that pecan pie. I've been dreaming about that since last summer."

Sam let out a loud laugh and kissed the top of my head, melting my nervous soul to a gooey puddle. "You're the best. Thanks."

"Fly safe."

"I always do."

"Really now?"

"Oh so that's how it is, huh?"

"That's how it is. Say 'hi' to Sarah for me."

With a short wave, he took off down the corridor, leaving me quietly screaming and already doing the mental gymnastics to find a solution.

***

Departure time was in two days. Everyone was on edge, trying their best to prepare for any eventualities, both inconceivable and expected. After a short meeting with the departure crew to share the last pieces of intel, I felt empty and tired. Missions always affected me more than they should. These people were my friends; if anything were to happen to them, my world would collapse.

Apparently I wasn't the only one feeling a bit drained. No one was in a hurry to leave, and the conversation was hushed and weary.

"You know what we need?" Tony said loudly, slicing through the silence and winking to Natasha. He thought I wouldn't notice, but I did, and the suspicion grew in my chest. What now?

"Pizza!" they said in unison. "We should gather everyone, before we all go."

Tony nudged my arm. "My treat. What do you say?"

Narrowing my eyes, I tilted my head. "…sure."

"Oh, don't be like that. We all need good pizza. Especially today, what with all this rain. Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., you know that pizza bakery up the street, the one with the chicken one. Order pizza for everyone. Remember the one with pear, brie, and white sauce. Have it delivered to the lounge."

That did it for me. If he ordered my favourite, I'd be damn sure to eat my part. "When?"

"Uh…" He looked at his watch. "Noon. I'll send out a ping. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks. I do have a ton of things to do to make sure you guys don't die on this trip." I tried to keep it light, but now that the thought had settled in my mind, I had to fight off the tears. It was a miracle I managed to keep the tremble from my voice.

An hour later I tripped over the doorstep to the lounge, surprised to see it was empty except for Tony and Natasha and a huge stack of pizzas. "Where is everybody?" The door clicked behind me, sealing the silence in.

Natasha shrugged. "Late?"

At that moment the door opened again and Bucky sauntered in with a mischievous smile on his face. "Gimme the pizza and nobody gets hurt."

"Jeez, Buck. Remember your manners. There are ladies present." Tony grinned, but opened the top box and helped himself to a slice.

Bucky snickered and rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Y/N," he said with an over-the-top flourish. "I hope you can forgive my insolence." He gestured towards the pizzas. "Ladies first."

My heart did a somersault, but I managed to keep it cool on the outside. "Insolence forgiven," I replied, swallowing a hiccough that lodged itself in my throat, before taking a plate and sifting through the boxes until I found the right one. Loading my plate, I sat down, sinking into the soft cushions. Only thing missing now was some candles and a drink, and I'd be set for the day.

Natasha gave Tony a pointed look. Two minutes later he picked up his phone and half jogged out the door. That was odd. Tony never jogged.

I looked between Natasha and the door, the pizza forgotten halfway between the plate and my mouth. She looked anywhere but at me, but was saved from a confrontation by her phone ringing. "Gotta take this," she muttered. "Can't prepare enough for the trip." She smiled apologetically and left the room. That was a lie, of course. She had full control; all intel was already read and destroyed. And if something new had come up, I would have been notified too.

Suddenly the plate felt heavy in my hand. Maybe it was naïve, but I had expected Natasha and Tony to respect my wishes; after all I had made it absolutely clear that they should leave it, hadn't I? Their amusement and entertainment wasn't worth being an inconvenience to Bucky.

"What's going on?" Bucky asked when the door clicked behind Natasha.

"I… I don't know," I lied haltingly.

Bucky shrugged. "Oh well. Might as well catch up on some paperwork before the flight too. See you later." With one slice between his teeth and another in his hand, he left the room with a friendly wave.

"Sure. See you." I spoke to his back; the glass door had already closed behind him. The lump in my throat grew. Even though Tony had ordered my favourite pizza, I no longer had any appetite. My mouth was dry, and it was a struggle to swallow. In a fit of frustration, I kicked the table, smacking my toe in the process. The pizza slice slid from the plate and landed on my thigh. "Fuck!"

"Ooh, pizza!"

I spun in my seat. Steve had just arrived, and that made me feel a little bit better at least. He was always a laugh.

"Where is everybody?" He looked around and spotted my moping figure, holding an equally sad slice of pizza. "You okay?"

"I guess," I replied, trying to smile and failing miserably. "Everybody else left. The mission, yeah?"

"Right. I thought everything was planned and okayed."

I couldn't bring myself to fill him in on the situation. If he didn't already know, it was nice to have someone neutral by my side. "Yeah, I don't know."

Their scheme was becoming clear; making Bucky spend time with me alone. But it was a failure. Even he thought it was awkward, and he obviously didn't want to be alone with me. Not that I blamed him. If I was him, I'd do the same.

I glanced at my watch. 12.30. Just then Sam, Bruce, Wanda, and Vision spilled into the room, heading towards the pizza like a herd of hungry goats. Slowly my appetite returned too, and half an hour later the blow to my heart was a painful memory pushed to the back of my mind by excellent pizza and wonderful friends.

Later that day I ran into Tony on the way to the garage. He tried to slip past me, but had to stop when I blocked the door, arms crossed over my chest and puffing myself up as much as I could. "Seriously, Tony! What did you expect to happen, huh? That I'd just throw myself in his arms because we were alone? Because newsflash: I've got both self-control and decency. Do you really think I've never been alone with him before?"

At least he had the decency to look thoroughly chastised, and he mumbled something inaudible I thought maybe sounded like an apology.

No way he was getting away with a tiny one. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

"It was Nat's idea," he said, trying a smirk that didn't work at all.

"I very much doubt that," I replied, dragging a hand over my eyes. "Do I have to call Pepper? I didn't think so," I added when he shook his head. "Do better! Now excuse me. I have a lot of work to do to ensure you actually don't die on this mission." With a final, exaggerated frown, I turned and marched out of the room, ignoring the samba in my chest.

Part 2: Eel infested waters

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