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Her Assistant | Chapter 19 - The Principal Decided On It

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Natasha POV The bell rang, and Clayton started the ceremony. "You will never betray me and always be moderate. Let's swear to Saint George that we will maintain a relationship that benefits each other until the day we leave this school. I request that you become my fag, Natalie Rushman."

I was kneeling down on one knee and said. "I humbly accept." Clayton presented me with a pin that I'm to wear at all times in school so others know of my title. I pinned it on the left of my lapel before standing up again. We exchanged a few more words before I left the room and got attacked by a swamp of students congratulating me.

"You really got the dorm's pin!!" // "Congratulations!" // "That's wonderful, Rushman."

"T-Thank you." I laughed along with them, slightly overwhelmed by the attention.

"Heyyy!" I turned my head up towards the sound and was sure it was, Thor. "You got quite popular, Nat. I'm happy to see that even a gloomy lady like you was able to make friends." He shouted from the second floor. This guy... can never learn how to keep his mouth shut.

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I relaxed in my chair and heaved a sigh of relief. I felt like an opera singer, my energy drained from entertaining people.

"You were able to get rid of Keller and reach the position you were aiming for. I think your plan is going well." Y/N said as she helped me hang my clothes. Indeed, with the pesky minion out of the way, it was easier to get into the inner circle.

"But the final goal is still far away. Fury's order is to find out why Derrick Arden and other students shut themselves up in this school and stopped contracting their families... however..."

"We have yet even to see the shadow of them. This is definitely suspicious." Y/N continued my sentence. I waved for her to come closer instead of standing so stiffly. It was fag time, and Y/N had finished the request that I was given, so we were in my dorm resting. Jones wasn't going to be coming back so quickly.

"But this place is bound by its rules and I can't even investigate normally! It's like being a prisoner!" I grumbled, this lacked the speed that I was excited about.

"Isn't that why you're trying to get closer to the ones who make the rules? In a much more peaceful way than usual, I would say." I nudged her shoulder playfully at the insult. "Sorry."

"Yeah well, I'm still just the fag of a prefect's fag. I can't participate in the 'Midnight Tea Party' organized by the principal. Anyway, I am finally able to get into the P4's circle. I'll try to find some information about Derrick." Surely this is where things start to look up.

"The person who probably has the best information about Derrick is the prefect of the dormitory he moved into. Violet Wolf Dormitory."

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"VIOLET!" Greenhill screamed from the awkward position he was in, with his cricket bat on his belly and body bent in a U-shape.

"Until I'm finished drawing." Violet said with his usual absence of energy.

"But when is that?!" Greenhill desperately shouted. His limbs were trembling from the position he was maintaining. Even his gym body is struggling to keep up. With the situation with Maurice Keller over, I was currently at the Swan Gazebo hanging out with all of the prefect's fags. It's not every day that they come here to relax but at least once a week from what I've experienced.

"Every year, when we get close to 4th June, the students of Green House start getting restless." Redmond said as he was mocking Greenhill's fag for saying that it would be a good exercise and training.

"Hmph, it's the same for the Red House." He tried to defend himself.

"Every time we get close to 4th June, the student's grades get worse because they're anxious."

It seemed like I was the only one who didn't know what was going on. Noticing the look on my face, Harcourt tried explaining to me. "There's the dormitories' cricket tournament. It's our school's traditional tournament, it's been held for over a century."

"At least try to remember the school events." Bluer scolded once again. I didn't intend to stay long.

"It's a grand event that happens once a year. Even the President watches the boat parade of the winning dormitory." Harcourt said.

"The dormitories of this school have been very competitive. So, of course everyone gets tense around this time." Alex Milford, Greenhill's fag mentioned.

"I hate the students of the other dorms, I can't wait to crush them all!" Fred Grant, Violet's fag shouted excitedly. His energy contrasted with his prefect, who was still not drawing Greenhill. His drawing is amazing, truly, but Greenhill has been in his position for almost half an hour.

"I also dislike that lots of people come to the school." Violet said as he was shading something.

"I thought outsiders weren't allowed to enter?" I asked. The school was famous for maintaining its prestige and their visitors' enquiries were strict.

"There are two events to celebrate the eve and the end of the tournament. On these two days, the students are exceptionally allowed to invite their family and important acquaintances to the school's dining hall." Clayton kindly explained.

"A-are you finished?" Greenhill asked while stuck in his position.

"Hmm, not yet." Violet answered. I took a peek at his drawing. Violet had started another art piece. This time, he drew Redmond with girls surrounding him. Don't me wrong, his drawing is great. Being able to draw so quickly with such details is amazing, but shouldn't he actually be drawing Greenhill?

They began talking about their siblings. Harcourt has two older sisters, while Bluer has three older sisters and four younger sisters, the only boy in the household besides his father. The rest immediately took pity on him. "One sister alone is already annoying." Grant said as he shuddered at the thought of having more than one.

Moving on from one topic to another, they began discussing who would support who. Would they support the long-time reigning champion, Green House, or will they support the Red House, full of good-looking men and ladies? Blue House sadly always lands in the last position, being more academically inclined than athletically. Seriously, 90% of them were wearing glasses.

"The eve and the end events are made to cultivate the players' spirit towards the cricket tournament!!" Greenhill got up from his position and said enthusiastically.

"I said, don't move." Violet threw a piece of charcoal towards Greenhill.

In the end, he never drew the model. As an artist, he's really skilled though... What's with this weirdo? Normally I'd never want to have to deal with someone like him. But I have to talk and be friendly. "Violet, are you going to dance too?"

"I hate it. It makes my head spin."

"I see..." End of the talk

I'll have to change my strategy. It'll be a bit tough.

"I'm really looking forward to June 4th! But it's hard to fight against the other students when you're friends with them. Fighting against Violet House will be hard, since I have a friend there."

"Is that why you came last time?" Grant asked.

"Yes. His name is Derrick Arden."

Instantly, and I mean instantly, the mood changed. Violet dropped the charcoal he was using to draw. The chatty discussion from earlier stopped, and the rest of the prefects sat up a tad bit straighter.

"Did you say, Derrick?"

The moment I mentioned Derrick's name, the atmosphere between the P4 changed. Their eyes widened slightly as they looked at me.

"Derrick Arden, that's the governor's only son, isn't it?" Milford questioned. I nodded my head. "I'd never expect you to be acquainted with the governor's son. I heard he's quite rebellious, and his parents couldn't control him, so they sent him to this school."

As soon as I mentioned Derrick's name, the P4 were obviously startled. But the fags aren't concerned? Let's try and press this a little further. "Derrick wrote to me that he was in the Red House. So I was surprised to learn he had transferred into Purple House after he entered the school."

"That's because it took us a while to notice his true personality." Bluer said.

"He was my fag for a while... excelled in everything he did." Redmond said.

"Yes... he certainly was, but..." Greenhill hesitated.

"In any case, he was weird." Violet ended the conversation.

Weird? Neither the governor nor Fury said anything about it.

"I see... Purple House has many weirdos... I mean, students who excel at certain arts, after all. What was Derick's speciality?" I decided to ask. Learning more about his personality would help me in figuring out what he would do.

Bluer continued reading his book while saying. "Well, it's hard to say in detail, but most likely... memorising."

"Cricket." Greenhill said.

"Poetry." Redmond said.

"Embroidery." Violet said.

What? He excelled in all four houses?

"Anyway, the principal decided on moving him. There are no mistakes in the principal's commands. The principal's decisions are absolute!"

It may be a tradition and all, but even the prefects don't know the reason... I can tell by their behaviour. The P4 are hiding something! But if I ask more questions, they will suspect me. I'll pursue it no further.

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After the break with the P4 and their fags, it was finally time to return to the school curriculum. I'm not sure if I prefer talking to the P4 or learning about things that I already know about, but I know I prefer staying in my own home.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Y/N for a long time. I wonder what she's doing.

After asking Jones about Derrick and the other students I was suspicious of, I realised they were all transfers to Purple House about half a year ago, and no one has heard of them since. It seems like Jones has more info than the P4. I should have asked him in the first place.

"Why do you care so much about the other dormitories?" Jones asked.

"Why don't you care about them?" I asked back.

"Well, the principal decided on it, you know." Even he is full of the principal.

Seeing more success with the students, I decided to ask around. Some said he was a fast runner, but others said he was an expert dancer. He even won prizes for his artworks and was famous for his manuscripts. I received different answers from different people. But all of them said he got transferred because of the principal's decision when I asked the reason why.

If he was doing so well, why did he disappear all of a sudden? Also, just because 'the principal decided on it', no one seems to question his change of dormitories. Aren't you with your friends today?

Your POV I was walking around with the Vice-Principal after a long day of work. If the principal was missing, the next in charge would be him, Johan Agares.

"Derrick Arden... you say?"

"Yes, I was just wondering, since he hasn't attended in quite some time." I asked in faux concern.

"You're quite attentive to students from another dorm."

"It doesn't matter what dorm they are from. All students are important." I decided to talk a bit about him before moving to ask why he was transferred to another dorm but he told me the same thing everyone else did. "Could he have stopped going to school due to the shock of having been relocated?"

Before he could reply, he slipped on the first step and rolled all the way down. "Mr Agares! Are you okay?" I rushed down the steps and helped him up. "Blood. I'll take you to the infirmary."

"No no it's alright." He rejected my offer and walked away with blood flowing down his face.

After light's out, students were meant to be in their dorms, but wardens like us are able to be in the library searching for books that we didn't have time to in the day. "Hey, Y/N-" I pulled Natasha closer and covered her mouth before another figure entered the library.

"My... what could it be at this hour?" I asked Bluer when he walked it with his torchlight. He was stunned before looking left and right seeing nobody in sight. "Are you looking for something?"

"No... excuse me Miss Y/L/N." Bluer said as he turned to leave the library.

"I'm sorry for being rough. It seems like you were tailed, you see." I let Natasha come out from her hiding spot behind the books. She waved it off before straightening her clothes.

"Sniffing around got me nowhere. No matter what I asked, they all just said 'The Principal decided on it'." Natasha told me with a huff.

"The staff were the same."

"Even there..." She grumbled. "We're getting nowhere like this. Since we're stuck, all that we can do is to use every means we have to come into direct contact with Derick!"

Seeing the evil smirk and her eyes, I knew she was up to something no good. Her track record has never been impressive.

"Let's go."

"But there would be punishment for walking around late at night, you know?"

"Only teachers can punish students, right? Miss Y/L/N."

Third POVNatasha led Y/N to the entrance of Violet House. The eerie dark colour accentuated by the night reminded her of the first time she was here.

"How do you mean to meet with Derrick? Students are not allowed into other dormitories. It'll be a big problem if you are caught sneaking in."

"Don't be ridiculous, if I can't find them, I'll draw them to me." Nat flicked the lighter and took some dried leaves from the floor before throwing them towards the dormitories to the best of her abilities. "Do you know of Weston College's 87th school rule, Miss Y/L/N?" Nat asked as she watched the flames rise and spread.

"In case of an alarm such as fire in the school or one of the dormitories, all students should rapidly seek refuge in the school gardens and have the prefects take a roll call." Y/N recited from her memory. "If this is found out, you will be dropping out for sure, Rushman. However, as the best of SHIELD, this is exactly what I expected."

"As Bluer said, it's important to memorise the school rules."

"They're coming." Y/N pulled Natasha away and helped her climb the trees as the students started rushing out of the burning building.

Cheslock (Violet's fag) was shouting, rushing everyone to get out of the building and move to safety. After a few seconds there was still no sight of Derrick and his friends. The burning was doing its damage on the building and there would hardly be any survivors if they were to be left behind.

Y/N and Nat waited anxiously to see if there were any stragglers behind that took longer to escape. Eventually, an explosion occurred in one of the rooms and Natasha clicked her tongue and told Y/N to save them and put out the fire.

As the rest of the P4 arrived at the scene, the roll call was just about done. Nat could hear that the fags told Violet everyone was present. Derrick wasn't inside the building?

Now that attendance has been taken, they moved their focus on putting out the fire. "Guys! Take the hose and put out the fire!" Y/n was seen pulling the hose from its place and passing it off to one of the students before turning it on and water was seen splashing out and it required more people to control the hose.

"Thank you Miss Y/L/N, the students hardly remember where the safety equipment are." Greenhill said when the fire had been put out.

Natasha POVDerrick and the rest have disappeared. The P4 are keeping their lips shut. The only means we have left is to contact the principal, but the only ones who can meet him at The Midnight Tea Party are the P4 and their fags. Maybe I should just have Clayton killed and take his place... no, no.

Suddenly I heard Jones talking to his friends about the Cricket Tournament, they were wondering if it would be canceled due to the arson. But of course, tradition is absolute, the tournament will proceed as usual.

"They say the Principal will be present too. So we shouldn't slack on the cheering either, even though Blue House doesn't stand much of a chance."

The Principal will be there?

"The Principal is busy, but they say he'll definitely attend the tournament on June 4th. And it seems every year he invites one player that did well in the tournament to The Midnight Tea Party." Jones said, I didn't even realised I said that out loud. "The Principal chooses the student who shows play befitting of a gentleman every year. But there are eleven people in a cricket team so it's hard to be your dorm's representative."

What he said was true, I'll have to compete with the upperclassmen to even get a spot on the team.

"Rushman!" I turned my head to see Clayton. "I'd like a word."

Following him to a quiet corner, he announced that I was selected to be part of the cricket team. "What?! Really? I mean... What an honor, but why me?"

"Our dorm is different from those muscleheads. In that, we specialise in strategical play. The brains and guts you showed in covering Maurice Cole's injustice will certainly be of use to the team... Is what the one who strongly recommended you told us."

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Miss Y/L/N."

I ran as fast as my legs could take me. There were people in the hall surrounding Y/N but I'll just have to do it. "Miss Y/L/N! Thank you for recommending me as a player!" I said as I crashed into her.

"Because I think you will surely show us some wonderful play." Y/N said as she caught me. Using this as an opportunity, I hugged her tighter. With this case going on, I haven't been able to show her the love she deserves. "I'll see you later tonight." She whispered next to my ears inconspicuously.

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3rd June.

One day before the tournament begins. The college held a ball for the students and their parents. Everyone had a great time drinking and snacking as they waited for the ceremony to begin. Everyone except me.

I have no idea who started this tradition. Mr Agares would announce the House Colour, and the players were required to wear their costume and parade out.

Starting with the Greenlion House. They never let any of the other dorms overtake them in overwhelming physical ability or team effort. The ground shook as they stormed their feet to announce their appearance before the door opened for them, wearing medieval armour and holding torches.

Moving onto Scarlet Fox House. The second place dorm that was on Green House heels until the end last year with their charming and beautiful play. The door flew open and flower petals scattered through the sky. They wore a red robe like some sort of a poet and held the lighted candles. I mean, what's with their feathers on their hats. Everyone's eyes turn into heart shape.

Suddenly, the lights went off before a match was striked. The Violet Wolf House. They confuse their opponents with their unforeseeable tricky play. Clearly so, they didn't even use the door to enter, hiding amongst the other guests. The black robe made them seem like they were trying to resurrect the devil.

Lastly, Sapphire Owl House. Their physical ability aren't as good, but they aim for an opening to win with their game making strategies. This ridiculous outfit that I'm wearing. What is this? Harry Potter? Holding an owl on each of our arms like some kind of a scholar. Even the guest's reaction was the most tamed.

The P4 gathered at the center big cup (kinda like the Goblet of Fire). Each house was holding a flame. "Light the flame of St. George!" Mr Agares shouted.

"All of us players vow to keep to the tradition of Weston College and fight fair and square until the end." The flame grew bigger and the crowd cheered, raising their glass in celebration.

"And with this, I declare... The 2023 school year's dormitory Cricket Tournament is open!!" The claps were heard again with whistling this time as people were starting to get more comfortable with the atmosphere. "I'm sure there will be some fierce competition tomorrow. So please enjoy tonight's festivities till your hearts' content." He stepped off the podium but as he descended the stairs, he fell down and several went forward to help.

The Houses reverted to their characteristics. The Red House mingled with the guests, easily holding conversations with those they met for the first time. While Green House was trying to get as much protein as they possibly can before the start of the tournament. Blue House tried to head back to their dorm to finalise their strategies but was eventually stopped by Bluer's seven sisters surrounding him.

From amongst the guests, I heard there was only one time in history where the Blue House won. So much for trying to be the student befitting of a gentleman. This was going to be an uphill battle.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. We will now decide the competition roster by drawing lots." Mr Agares returned to the podium to gain the attention of the guests.

The opponents were decided 'fairly' by drawing lots. But our opponent has already been 'decided'.

"Well then, will the drawers, the House Masters come forward!" Y/N and the rest of them stepped forward with each of their hands in the bowl.

The pre-festivities? Don't be ridiculous. The games have already begun. I don't believe in miracles, that's why I'll snatch my victory by force!!

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bisexual-chupacabra · 3 years

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Stroke of Love

Natasha Romanoff x reader highschool au

(A/N: sup besties I have never posted a fic before so pls give me criticism aight?? Anyway this is based off of this quote and @vancityfire13 gets title credit cos u da best amigo)

Two hours.

Two fucking hours.

Thats how long you had been sitting in the school library while Peter droned on and on about some mundane science expirement he and Tony had conducted.

"Peter." You raised your hand to cover his mouth in a feeble effort at silencing him, "I love you man, but please for the love of God stop talking."

He gave you a look of disdain before peeling your hand away from his face and promptly going back to typing on his computer, grumbling about the "lack of respect for science these days."

Sighing you rested your head in your arms, thankful for the moment of peace and quiet you were given. It wasn't long though, untill you learned that sadly "peace and quiet" just didn't seem to be in your cards today.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes a group of rambunctious seniors walked through the library doors. You didn't even need to lift your head to know who it was; Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson's obnoxious shouting gave it away immediately.

Shaking your head you attempted to ignore the ruckus, but Peter had other plans.

"That's Steve Roger's and his posse right?" He nodded in their direction, "I think Mr. Stark used to be friends with him, I guess they had some sort of fight last year."

Groaning you reluctantly lifted your gaze to Peter, "Dude. Did you honestly just say posse? What is this 1950?" He scoffed at your comment but you continued, "And please stop calling Tony "Mr. Stark", he's only three years older than you and your just helping his ego bro...but yeah I think your right"

In truth everyone knew something happened between Stark and Rogers last year. No one was quite sure what really occurred but the clear rift between the two and the almost cliche splitting in half of their group was easy to see.

Everyone had their own theory of what happened, each more absurd that then next. They ranged from something as simple as a fight over their history report on Sokovia that was blown out of proportion, to Steve and Tony having a messy breakup since they were "obviously" in a secret relationship.

In all honesty you didn't care much for the drama, but your friend Wanda Maximoff had found herself right at the center of it during both of your sophomore year. You had been there for her throughout the gossip and whispers and even again this year when all the drama was brought back to light with her dating Vision; a member of, as the school had come to call it, "Team Stark."

Now she stood before you with the Captain of football team himself; Steve Rogers. She looked over at you and smiled, waving enthusiastically. You grinned back, raising your hand in greeting when you froze. Standing next to Wanda was Natasha Romanoff.

Nat was kind and smart and she didn't take any shit from anyone. People claimed that she had kicked half the guys on the football team's asses for picking on a sophomore and no one argued against it. Though you would never admit it you had had a hideous crush on her since freshman year.

Right now she was smiling softly as Bucky and Sam animatedly told her a story. When she tilted her head back and laughed, you thought you might die then and there.

Your mouth hung open as you gasped out, "oh my god."

Peter's head snapped over towards you alarmed, "What? What is it??" He waved his hand in front of your eyes that were still trained on Natasha. "Y/N are you okay?"

Voice damn near shaking you replied, "I think I might be having a heart attack"

He jumped into action tapping on his keyboard before turning back to you, "What are your symptoms?? Quick!"

Nat continued to chat with her friends while they settled down at a table, and you shook you head as if to clear it, "tight chest, sweaty palms, nausea."

After a moment of typing Peter looked up at you, " do you smell burnt toast?"

You were about to turn towards him ready to fire some sort of snarky response when Nat looked over at you. In the most cliché way possible, it was as if time stood still. Her green eyes met yours and your breath hitched. She smirked at your dumbfounded expression and winked before turning back to her friends.

For a moment you sat their speechless before a string of jargled noise that couldn't even be considered words tumbled out of your mouth.

"Slurred speech too" Peter look alarmed, as he clicked a few more times on his computer before reading from its screen, "alright WebMD says your either having a stroke or-" his voice cut short when he realized you weren't listening. He was about to scold you when he saw where you were staring. His tone turned smug as he stated, "or, your in love."

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thesecretwriter · 3 years

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hi! could i request a very fluffy, badass and mischievous fic with loki x stark!reader? she's tony's daughter and helps the avengers but is kinda rebellious and is literally tony 2.0 so very sarcastic, a tease, and overall loki's perfect match. they meet somehow at the compound and one day after spending time together almost every day and a lot of tension between them, he catches her fixing spiderman's suit and gets jelous because she's laughing with a shirtless peter (but they're like siblings a peter likes mj). and well, you can take it wherever you like from there...👀

thanks!

perfect match (loki).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Loki x female stark!reader

Warning: Fluff – hella lots, mischief – at its best, going to make this one as best as I can, jealousy – yall read it here first, get ready for jealous Loki, sexual tension – all I’m saying is, you better be 18+.

Side note: Hey anon, thank you so much for this request. This was a really cool fic idea; I hope I did it justice.

Marvel masterlist.

“Y/n for once can you not make noise this early in the morning.” Peter whined as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Not my fault you’re not a morning person.” You replied and set pancakes into a plate for him.

“What time did you even sleep last night? I passed out halfway through the movie.” He yawned and grabbed a fork to start eating the pancakes.

“Bold of you to assume I slept.” You grinned and drank the coffee you made.

Peter rolled his eyes and continued eating.

“What’s with the ruckus so early in the morning?” Your father came in yawning.

“Thank you, see even Tony knows it’s too early.” Peter pointed his fork towards Tony with a mouthful of pancakes.

“Slow down Pete, the pancakes aren’t running away.” You chuckle and turn to your father.

“I stayed up working on some stuff in your workshop. I broke a few windows in the process, so… yeah.” You smiled sheepishly as your father scowled at you.

“What exactly were you working on?” He asked suspiciously.

“A new suit.” You said softly.

Tony sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment, “How many times do I have to tell you that you can’t make a suit for yourself?”

Your father was adamant on you not getting a suit. Yes, he maybe iron man, but that title came with dangerous responsibilities.

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“The same amount of times mum tells you to go to bed when Uncle Bruce is around.” Your snarky reply has Tony narrowing his eyes at you.

“Sometimes I regret how much you are like me. But my decision is final, no suit. Now, I need you to let staff know to set up two rooms, we have visitors that are going to be staying a while.” He told you as he went to make himself some coffee.

“Who’s the visitors?” As far as you knew there weren’t going to be anyone coming to stay.

Steve and Nat lived off the compound, Wanda and Vision settled in an apartment in New York, and Sam and Bucky lived on the floor below where you, Peter, Bruce and your parents stayed.

“Thor is arriving in about an hour, and he’s bringing Loki. Now while I may like having this floor be empty. Loki is going to stay here and help Bruce and I with some stuff we found just outside New York. It’s some dark magic, and who better to ask than the god of mischief himself.” You father said taking a sip of his rather strong coffee.

“Loki is coming? Haven’t seen him a while.” You say uninterested, but on the inside your heart was beating fast at the mention of his name.

The first and last time you saw him was rather pleasant, you both became friends quite fast, much to everyone’s surprise and somewhere down the line, you took a liking to him as did he.

Wanda knew all about it, she could easily tell just by taking a look into your mind. You made her promise not to tell anyone, but it seemed that everyone pretty much knew.

“But wait did you say something about dark magic?” You perked up in interest.

“Nope not this time. I have a different task for you and Peter.” The smile he was giving you was exciting yet frightening.

You and Peter were clearing out a spare room to work on this task your dad had given you both.

“Why do we have to do this again? Tony could have gotten staff members to do this.” Peter sneezed as he moved a cloth off a big table.

“It’s punishment for me, although I’m not sure why he’s making you do this too.” You stated and moved a few boxes off another big table.

The room was void of any other furniture besides these two big tables and a few boxes with god knows what in it.

The task that your father had given you and Peter was to design a prototype of a possible design for a new tower. Seeing as everyone was living at the compound just outside of New York. A new design was needed for the tower in New York since it was under construction.

“I can guess why.” You heard Peter mumble. You were about to question what he meant, but was interrupted by two demigods, walking into the room.

“Y/n.” Thor’s voice echoed in the room as he made his way towards you with opened arms.

A big smile made it’s way onto your face and you embraced him as he lifted you off the ground and turned around with your face pretty much stuffed into his face.

“It’s a long time.” Your muffled voice said as he put you back on the ground.

“Way too long.” He agreed and looked down at you.

Thor and you had grown close in the time he had spent on earth. You would watch movies with him and tell him all about the different countries around the world and talk about wanting to travel it all one day.

“I’m sure your father had already told you, but Loki is also here.” He said and moved out of the way for you to see Loki standing in the doorway already looking at you.

“Nice to see you again Loki.” You say and extend your hand.

His eyes did a once over on you and looked at your hand.

“Pleasure to see you too.” He put his hand in yours and gently shook it.

His hand lingered on yours and soon he withdrew his hand.

Thor’s voice brought you out of the little bubble you two seemed to be in. He had greeted Peter while you and Loki were occupied with eyeing each other out.

“Tony said to show Loki to his room, I have to go and see Jane. I promised to see her immediately after I would come back to earth.” With nothing else to say, Thor turned around and left with a kick in his step.

“He seems rather happy.” You said to Loki.

“He wouldn’t stop smiling on the way here, and I have a feeling it has to do with something not shield related.” Loki chuckled and moved out of the way so that you could show him to his room.

“Peter, I’ll be right back. You can continue clearing out as many things as you can. We can talk when I get back.” You assure him and he somehow knows it has something to do with what he mumbled before Thor and Loki arrived.

With a nod to you and Loki, Peter went back to cleaning.

You and Loki walked in silence as you moved to the hallway where your room and Peters were. Yours was opposite his and there were no other rooms being used since Your parents hand their own hallway and Bruce’s room was near the lab.

There were two rooms next to yours and Peters that were prepared by staff. You sneakily made your way to the one next to yours and let Loki follow you in.

“You can settle into the room. My room is just next to yours and Peters is opposite ours, along with Thor’s. I’ll let you settle in, but if you need anything, my room is just next door.” You made sure to look him up and down and put in an extra sway in your hips as you walked towards the door.

“I’ll be sure to make use of that, should the opportunity arise.” He husked and watched as you closed the door and walk away.

The whole time your mind was running with thoughts on whether to finally act on your feelings or not.

By the time you got back to the room, Peter had cleared out majority of the room.

“Wanna talk about what you said earlier?” You asked him as you leaned back onto the table.

“Uhm… yeah I guess.” He blushed and turned towards you.

You could tell this was going to be good, whenever Peter blushed it had something to do with MJ.

When you and her first met, you instantly became good friends. Her personality matching yours so well.

“Tony found out that I took MJ out on patrol with me one night, and he wasn’t very happy about it…” He went on to explain the long lecture that your father gave him.

“It’s okay, you know how he can be. I’ll talk to him about it, okay?” You smiled at him, to which he returned the smile and then suggested drawing out some drafts for the prototype model.

Soon you both got to work

“What are you doing up so late, and where is Peter?” Tony’s voice booms across the room.

It startles you a bit and you glare in the direction of your fathers voice but stop when you see who is with him.

“I’m watching a movie, since I’m not allowed to help you with anything, and Peter is gone to see a friend.” Of course, you knew that friend was MJ.

“Can you not watch a movie in your room?” Your father asked raising an eyebrow.

“Nope, the TV is broken.”

The look your father gave you almost made you laugh, almost.

“What did you do to it?” He asked massaging the sides of his forehead.

“I tried to put it up on the new shelf I built, but Peter and I aren’t tall enough, so we tried to throw it up. It was a few inches taller, but then it fell.” You explain making your way from the living room into the kitchen.

The whole time your father and you were talking, Loki looked on in amusement.

“You threw a TV-, okay I’m not going to shout. You’re old enough now, but next time ask for help.” Tony said and made his way to the kettle and getting a cup to make coffee.

“I can help you, seeing as I am tall, or I could just levitate it up for you.” Loki offered and looked to Tony and then back at you.

“Anything, as long as there’s no more accidents like this.” Tony motioned towards the two of you.

“Sounds like a plan.” You smiled at Loki.

“Seems so.” He replied and soon turned to your father as he started to talk to Loki about some dark magic related nonsense that you didn’t understand.

You made your way back to the living room but kept your eyes on Loki as they spoke. He had such a defined face that you couldn’t help but admire it. His eyes soon met yours and he smirked and bit his lip as he gave you a once over.

That was when you realized that you were only using a sleep shirt and your legs were out on full display.

Your father had left to see where your mother was since she asked for him three hours ago. Loki, Bruce and your father had been working on whatever they were doing for a while now and you knew your mother was annoyed with Tony.

“What’re you watching?” Loki asked and sat beside you.

His attired was changed to a pair of sweats and a lose shirt. He had gotten use to wearing such clothes in the time he spent on earth before.

“I was just browsing through channels, nothing good to watch.” You exclaim and motion to the TV.

Your eyes went to his lips and back to his eyes when you noticed how close he was to you.

“Want me to show you something?” His deep voiced sent goosebumps up your neck.

“Depends on what it is.” You replied just as lowly.

He smirked and held his hand out after he stood up. You put your hands in his and you followed him as he led you to the roof of the compound. It was a quiet night, as it always was. The compound was situated near the outside of New York, but there was still a breathtaking view of the city that never sleeps.

“You’re not planning on pushing me off, are you?” You joke and walk along the edge, as you turn around to look at him, you miss balance and gasp as you look down at the height difference from the top of the compound to the ground.

Hands make their way around you and you are pulled back into a chest.

“You need to be more careful darling.” Loki whispered as you look up at him and stare at him in shock.

The adrenaline from what could’ve happened was still playing in your mind, so you just buried your face into Loki’s neck and hugged him. He hugged you back with no hesitation.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and hold onto him tighter.

“It’s okay, you’re fine and that’s all that matters.” He put his hand in your hair and gently massaged your skelp.

After a moment you take in a deep breath and move away from him.

His arms were still around you, and he smiled down at you when you looked up at him.

“So, about that thing I needed to show you… “ He stepped back briefly.

“I need to tap into your mind, I can make you relive a happy memory, or fantasy of yours.” He exclaimed as an emerald green emitted from his hands.

“Really? That’s amazing.” You said excitedly.

“Would you mind me doing it to you?” He asked curiously.

“By all means, go ahead.” You replied excitedly.

“Okay, close your eyes and take my hand.” He gave you his hand once again and you took it with no hesitation.

You closed your eyes and waited for what he was going to do next.

Before you know it the darkness around you came to life and you saw Loki in front of you in a room you recognized immediately.

This was a dream, which later became a fantasy.

Loki stood in front of you shirtless with a touch of wanting in his eyes. His eyes looked you over and soon his hands were all over you, pulling you closer and making you gasp in the process.

His lips were on you’re the moment you hands rested on his chest.

Flashes of what you fantasized about made it way through your mind. You opened your eyes quickly when you felt yourself caving those touches. The very same person you wanted it from was in front of you and you had to stop yourself from acting on those thoughts.

“Is everything okay?” Loki asked when you took in deep breaths of air.

“Yes, just a bit overwhelmed.” You chuckled and looked away from him.

“It’s getting late now; I think you should get some sleep. You do look a bit tired.” He advised looking at the slight dark circles under your eyes.

It had been a good few days since you had a full nights sleep. After what you just envisioned, a good nights sleep would be nice.

“I was just thinking the same, you’re not going to come?” You asked as you walked forward and noticed him not following you.

“I’ll just stay out here a little while longer.” He replied and smiled at you.

“Alright Mr. Magic hands, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.” You say and walk away.

“Goodnight y/n.” You hear him as you walk inside.

What Loki failed to tell you about this new magic of his was that he is able to witness the memories or fantasies. He saw everything you saw, and that night as you left him on the roof, he smiled and looked up at the night sky.

“Good morning sunshine. I see you had a good nights rest.” Peter said and smiled at you.

“Top of the morning to you too.” You smiled back.

You woke up in a good mood and put the kettle on to make some coffee. You had just got out of the bathroom and was ready for the work ahead of Peter and you.

“Ready to start work today?” You ask to fill in the silence.

“More ready than ever.” He said and looked at two individuals who entered the kitchen.

“Hello y/n, Peter.” Thor waved and moved to the fridge and took out the milk for what you assumed was for breakfast.

“Morning Thor.” You greeted and then looked to Loki who was watching you.

“Want some tea Loki?” You asked moving to the kettle with your cup in hand.

“I wouldn’t mind some, thank you.”

You took out an extra cup for him and made his tea and your coffee. Once you set the cup in front of him your father walked in with messy hair and his pajamas that he had yet to change out of.

“Morning all, ready for a day of work?” He asked and started making his own cup of coffee.

“Whenever you’re ready Stark.” Thor said with a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Loki only nodded as he brought the cup to his lips.

His eyes moved to yours and he caught you looking at him, you offered him a smile, which he returned.

“Tony, by when do you think we would be done today?” Loki asked moving his gaze to your father.

“Since y’all are going to be here for a while, I guess whenever would be okay.”

“Very well then, y/n and I are going into the city to have lunch.” Loki motioned to you.

When your father looked at you with slightly wide eyes, you gave him a sheepish smile.

“Yeah dad, we’re going for lunch and I’m going to take him t central park. We never had a chance to visit the last time he was here.” You give Tony your best puppy dog eyes, which you know he is will fall for, even when he doesn’t want to.

“Fine, we’ll be done before lunch, but don’t forget that Loki is here to help Bruce and I figure out this dark magic thing.” He reminded you both and turned back to his coffee.

You sent Loki a smile and looked to Peter who was smiling teasingly at you by moving his eyes from you to Loki.

You sent him a playful glare and went on to prepare for the day.

“I always wondered what you two did when none of us were around, and now I realize it’s what you always do. Build and design. Like a mini-Tony and Bruce.” Natasha’s voice came from the doorway.

You turned towards her voice and practically ran to her and hugged her.

“Glad to see you finally visited.” You say and look up at her.

“I can never stay away from here.” She laughed and went to hug Peter.

“What are you little bugs working on?” She asked making her way to the table you and Peter were previously working at.

“Dad wanted us to make a prototype for a new tower. I reckon he only gave us this, so we stay out of what hm and Uncle Bruce are working on.” You huffed and sat in the chair next to the table.

“You know how he always wants to keep these things away from you. You’re a smart kid y/n, you too Peter. But shield business like this can be dangerous.” Natasha explained and sat in the chair opposite you.

“Yeah, we hear it all the time.” Peter rolled his eyes and recalled the many times Tony lectured him on little mistakes he made when out on night patrols.

“How’s the love life going for you both? I saw Loki is back, and I heard Tony complaining to Steve about you taking MJ out on night patrols.” She lowered her voice and smiled at you to in a mischievous way.

“Why is he telling Steve about that-, wait how do you know about MJ?” Peter asked genuinely confused.

Only you and Wanda had known about it.

“We girls talk Peter, and I also noticed the picture you have of her in the back of your phone.” She clarified.

“Okay fine yes, MJ and I are somewhat together now, but we’re not telling anyone yet.” He explained shyly. It was cute how nervous it was for him to talk about her.

“Loki is just here to work on some stuff for shield and that’s it.” You told her honestly.

You decided to keep the small moment between you and Loki to yourself, it was an intimate moment that was currently making you smile and look forward to the lunch he failed to mention to you.

“I’m sure he’s only here for that.” She said with a roll of eyes.

“Oh hush.” You laugh and glare at her.

You three continue to chat for a little until you check the time and see it’s 10 minutes before when you and Loki agreed to meet for lunch.

You took the liberty to change your clothes before meeting him in the living room. Even though you didn’t mind how you looked, it would still be nice to dress up for someone like Loki. The way he would look at you sometimes really made you contemplate taking him to your room and hiding him from the world.

“I must say darling, you know how to turn heads as you walk by.” He complimented and put a hand on the small of your back as you both walked to the elevator.

“You look handsome as well, I’m sure you’re the type of stranger that men and women fall for with just a glance.” You certainly weren’t holding back with how you spoke to Loki.

If the connection the both of you had was still strong after not seeing each other for months, then you weren’t about to hold back. He would definitely be remembering you when he is gone back to Asgard.

The thought of him leaving made you a little sad, but you brushed it off and decided to concentrate on what was currently happening.

“So, do you know of any places to eat at?” He asked and looked down at you.

He was so much taller than you.

“I know of a few places.” You try to think of a few places and settle on one you visit with a few friends a while back.

By now you had both finished eating lunch and were walking through Central Park as you happily showed him around. You came across a few dogs and Loki watched as you went to pet them. The whole time he was watching you with a smile on his face.

He had thought back to the night prior and the things you fantasized about. If he knew you these things roamed through your mind then he would’ve taken a look sooner, but he did only learn this as of recent.

“Do you have to pet every dog that passes by?” He chuckled and watched you walk with his hand in yours.

“Yes Loki, it’s a blessing to even come across them.”

You’re a real blessing, he thought to himself.

The day passed by quickly and you both had a really good time talking about little things.

The more he spoke to you the more he felt himself liking you.

As you both made your way back to the compound pretty much everyone was there. It was Friday so it was movie night.

It became a tradition once your dad felt lonely with Pepper leaving for business trips, so the team decided to make it a thing.

Now everyone was sat and watched as you and Loki came into the living room.

“Nice to see that you too finally decided to show up.” Wanda smiled and looked at Natasha.

“We had a long afternoon; you should’ve met these dogs we saw at Central Park. They were all so cute.” You gushed and walked towards everyone.

“Why don’t you get a dog?” Sam asked as he plopped down next to Bucky.

“Ask robot man, he doesn’t want one running around the compound.” You narrow your eyes at your dad.

Everyone looks at him for an explanation and before he can open his mouth to say anything, his expression changes, “You know there was a time where you would all defend me like this. My own daughter stole my friends.” He huffed.

“Defending her is defending you but defending her against you is different.” Steve laughs.

“Same difference.” Your father mumbles.

“I’m going to shower and get changed. You can start without me.” You smile at everyone and get up to leave.

“I’ll join- I mean not in that way. I’m also going to shower.” Loki’s eyes widened and he hurried after you.

You hear everyone chuckle in the distance as you are already halfway down the hallway.

You can hear Loki’s footsteps behind you but choose not to look back.

“So, you’re going to join me?” You teased.

It took a moment before he could reply, the whole time you were smirking. Loki was speechless.

“I wouldn’t mind, but I’m afraid your father looked like he would much rather kill me instead, and I don’t know about you, but I feel like other people need to be blessed in seeing such a face.”

“You’ve done enough blessing throughout today handsome.” You looked over your shoulder as you stand before your door and wait to open it.

“See you in a bit.” You wink at him and walk into your room and close the door before he could say anything.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom. The next few months were about to be fun.

It started with little touches here and there whenever you two were alone.

You would be in the kitchen and when he was stood in front of the cutlery drawer you would snake your arm around his him and brush over a certain area to get a mere spoon.

He would return these moments, by standing behind you when your father decided to have pool parties or when you were stood against a surface.

It was getting to him, the way you would tease him, certain clothes you’d wear which would drive him crazy.

“You look beautiful darling, anyone in particular you’re trying to get the attention of?” He asked as he whispered into your ear.

“I don’t know, there was this gentleman in the tech department that was all googly eyes when he saw me. Could be him.” You state suggestively.

“I wonder what made him, as you say, ‘googly eyed’.” He stepped in front of you and looked up as if he were in thought.

“I can think of a few things.” You said suggestively.

“And what may that be?”

“This dress is quite tight and leaves little to the imagination, but so does this suit of yours. Especially when you roll up your sleeves like that.” You briefly eye the rolled-up sleeve of the dress shirt he is wearing. The veins around his arms making you have a little mind-gasm.

“The dress is tight; I wonder what else is.” This type of flirting was a new level that you and Loki have crossed.

Yet you both never acted on instinct, each waiting for the other to do something, and when nothing was done, it would become more intense.

Like now, you were on your way to his room next door to ‘ask for some help’ as you needed some help with sorting out some clothes.

No females were in the compound at this hour, so you needed someone’s opinion on what clothes to keep.

You knocked on his door and he opened it with no shirt on, he was only in a pair of boxers. Over the time he stayed on earth, he became more comfortable with the clothes as well.

“Can I help you with anything?” He said looking you up and down.

You were currently wearing a sleep shirt, which you purposely chose to wear for this reason.

“You can actually, I need an opinion on what clothes I need to keep and seeing as you are so stylish. I wouldn’t want to ask anyone else.” You smiled and walked back to your room, knowing that he would follow.

You heard your room door close and turned to look at him. You had a bed sheet hanging from your ceiling and a light illuminating from the other side, easily making anything from the opposite side visible through the shadow from the light.

Loki looked to the set up with a raised brow and sat at the edge of your bed.

“I put this up earlier today, makes it easy to get my clothes off.” You said and grabbed a dress from nearby and walked behind the bedsheet.

Loki didn’t take his eyes off you silhouette and he sees you strip. The outline of your hardened nipples being very visible to him. It took everything in him to stop himself from following you behind the sheet and having his way with you.

He would have you coming to him, this was what he thought from the first time you both explicitly flirted with one another.

Outfit after outfit and Loki felt himself losing sanity each time you changed behind that silly sheet.

By the end of your little show, Loki sat back on your bed and watched you walked towards him in one his shirts you borrowed.

“Thanks for the help, now I know what outfits to keep. Judging by your reactions and lack of words most of the time.” You smiled and sat next to him.

As you crossed your legs, the shirt raised up a little and his eyes followed its movement.

Your eyes followed but stopped when you took notice of the noticeable bulge.

“I think I’m going to call it a night.” You declared and moved off the bed to open your door for him.

“… and seeing as it is really late, I suggest you get to working on the little issue you have there.” You looked into his eyes and saw the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Little issues? I assure you this isn’t a little issue darling.” He smiled and looked at your hardened nipples pressed against the shirt.

“I’ll be the judge of that, but until then. Goodnight.” You moved your head in the doors direction and he walked out and gave you a nod.

“Y/n Tony cannot know about this. He would kill me if he see’s this.” The mention of your name from Peters voice drew Loki’s attention to the room that you were both working in.

The room was just barely ajar, and he could see you and a shirtless Peter. He grows angry seeing you so close to Peter.

You were both working on his suit which seemed to have something wrong with it, but he took note that the proximity between you two said more.

“How did you even manage to do this? You’re even hurt.” You said gently gripping his arms that had a deep scratch on it.

You left what you were doing with the suit and tended to his scratch with the first aid you had kept close by.

The whole time Loki was watching the exchange, before he could do anything else, Loki left and went to his room.

He was planning on asking you to accompany him to the roof so he could finally talk to you. He finally decided that you were too good of a woman to just keep playing this game with, but then he saw you and Peter, specifically a shirtless Peter.

He knew better than to throw around any accusations, you weren’t the type to lead people on.

He decided that he was going to make his move, tonight.

You came to your room after a long day of working, all you wanted to do was shower and have a good night’s sleep.

Just as you were about to start taking off your clothes you saw a handwritten note left on your bedsides.

It read:

Waiting for you on the rooftop, I have something to show you. Awaiting your company.

-Loki Odinson.

You quickly rushed to the bathroom and showered as fast as you could. The last time he took you to the roof was when this little game started.

You did your nightly routine and made it look like you weren’t rushing to meet Loki. As you walked down the hallway you hope that he still up there since you don’t know when he left the note there. He didn’t seem to be in his room anyway.

You quicky found yourself entering the rooftop and looked around till you saw him standing at the edge where you almost fell that night.

“Loki?” You called out as you got closer to him.

You failed to see the smile he had on his face when you came.

“It didn’t take you that long, glad to see you found the note in time.” He smiled and met you halfway as he walked towards you.

“I found it when I went to my room to shower, it mentioned you had something to show me.” You whisper as he tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Ahh yes, remember that night I told you that I could make you see a good memory or fantasy?”

“Yeah, it was quite cool how you manage to do that.” Your eyes stray away from his as you recall what exactly you saw.

“Would you mind if I did that again?” He was biting his lip as he looked at you.

You wouldn’t mind seeing that fantasy again, so why not.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” You smile holding your hand out or him to hold. He took your hand in his and you both closed your eyes and soon you were reliving that very same fantasy.

Loki’s hands trailing up and down your body.

Small kisses between little moans and groans.

Him looking up at you from between your thighs.

The look on his when he climaxed.

And the way your name fell from his lips.

You quickly opened your eyes again and gasped a little as you stepped back.

You took a moment to compose yourself before looking at Loki, who was looking at you with a heated gaze.

“There was something I didn’t mention about this new spell… “ He stepped slower to you and gradually wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I could see everything that you saw.”

You felt your face heat up immediately after your mind registered his words.

“What-“

“Don’t panic, I quite enjoyed what I saw. In fact, I may have added a few more things since the first time.” He smirked as you wiggled in his arms.

That’s when you felt all of him against you.

It took you a moment, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction he wanted.

“And what’re you going to do about it… darling?” You teased and rested your hands on his chest.

“I have a few things in mind, but first… I’d like to disclose something. When I take an interest in something, or in this case, someone. I make sure that they’re only mine. Now while I don’t want to jump to conclusions, I came upon an interesting sight when I saw you and Peter, the spider boy, were very comfortable with one another. You had been mine since the moment you skipped along and came into my life.” He looked at you intently the whole time he spoke. Hoping what he was revealing wasn’t going to scare you or anger you.

“Are you claiming me, your majesty? I would like that, but just as long as you know you would be mine too. And about what you saw earlier, Peter needed some help with his suit, he ended up fighting off some robbers who got him really bad.” You give him a teasing smile and pull him closer.

You brought your face up to his and looked down to his lips before looking back up to his eyes. He bent down lower and kisses you. You immediately kissed back, and it was a fight of dominance between the two of you. Although he did win.

“How about we take this to your room? Or mine? If that’s okay with you?” He whispered as he pulled back from you.

“Damn take me out to dinner first Mr. Smooth.” You joke and gently slap at his cheek.

“I was assuming we could watch a movie or talk. I have no idea what you had in mind.” He lifted an accusing eyebrow.

“I’m sure you did.”

From that night onwards things changed between Loki and you, even if he would return to Asgard one day. He made sure to make it known to his parents that he now had a purpose on earth, and while to them it may be ‘work related’, it was actually you that made his stay.

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BUSTED - b.b. part 2

PAIRING: PROFESSOR! BUCKY X READER

SUMMARY: Nat asks you about a certain contact by the name of “Bucky Boo Bear 🐻💖💕💗” and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

WORDS: ~2K

A/N: hi! thank you for all the love on part 1! it was genuinely not expected but very much appreciated! here’s the second part and I hope I was able to make it to everyone’s expectations. 💕

PART 1

"First of all, how dare you?"

"How dare I like math?" Bucky asked with a smug grin that had the redhead fuming.

"How dare you defile innocent girls with your devilishly handsome looks!" she yelled in his office. "Have you seen this face?" she asked, squeezing your face with one hand and shaking it back and forth. "This is the epitome of chastity!”

“I’m amazed you know such big words, Romanoff,” he chuckled.

Nat groaned in replied ready to slap the smug grin off his face. She leaned over on his desk with her palms flat against the wood and daggers shooting from her eyes. Unfortunately, it'll take a lot more than that to intimidate him.

“You know, I always thought you were a good professor. Distinguished, intelligent, a total hardass at times, but good nonetheless. But now? You’ve lost all my respect!” She said and you gave her an unseen roll of the eyes. “How dare you take advantage of my friend like this?”

“Nat…”

“You stay quiet!”

“You do realize the feelings are mutual here right?” he asked, “I’m not forcing her into anything.”

“She’s half your age!” she exclaimed. “You can’t just start dating your students!”

“Nat, would you keep it quiet!” you hissed. “What if someone hears?”

“You damn old pervert!”

“Actually, I’m twenty-seven. So that makes me only six years older,” he stated nonchalantly. “Not like I’m expecting you to be good at math or anything.”

“I know how to add, moron,” Nat deadpanned. “I might be failing your stupid class but I know basic math.”

“You can’t call me a moron. I’m your professor,” he replied, growing increasingly annoyed by her belligerent behavior.

“Screw you and your title you gross math geek,” she hissed. “Targeting sweet and innocent girls for your disgusting fantasies.”

Bucky chuckles only fueling Nat’s anger. “She’s not as innocent as you make her out to be.”

You glared at Bucky as he looked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Am I gonna have to tell her or you?”

“Tell me what?” Nat asked looking at you with a raised brow.

You looked away from her, your cheeks a bright red. “Nothing, there’s nothing to say here.” You said, warning Bucky to not open his pretty mouth.

Bucky gave you an evil look. “She’s the one who started it.”

“No, I didn’t, you liar!”

“Come in,” Bucky called from his desk, eyes fixated on the screen of his computer.

You poke your head in through the door and smile when he looks up. He returns it.

You walk inside, confidence oozing from the way you sauntered over to his desk. Maybe it was just him, but there was a sultry air to your strut and suddenly his thoughts weren’t very professional.

“Hi, sorry to bother,” you said. “I’m really having trouble with 6.3 and was wondering if you could help?”

“That’s kinda my job,” Bucky chuckled, motioning you to sit in the chair next to his desk. “Let’s see that problem.”

You chuckled while opening your notebook to find the problem you were stuck on. “So it’s on areas of revolution. I don’t really understand why you would use the Cylindrical Shells Method instead of the Disc Method.”

You push the notebook closer to him and before he even reads anything he can’t help but admire how neat your notes are. Always made grading ten times easier.

“Alright,” Bucky pulls out a blank piece of paper from one of the several stacks on the side of his desk. “Let’s start by graphing this baby.”

You pulled your chair closer to his cluttered mahogany desk and right next to his chair to get a better view. Bucky works out the problem, but it’s hard for him to focus.

On any other day, he could do them with his eyes closed, but next to you he sounds like a nervous tutor on his first day.

The scent of your perfume is intoxicating. The accidental brush of your hand against his fires him up. The way you bite your lip and furrow your brows in confusion had him fawning inwardly.

You couldn't help but sneak glances at him while he worked. His voice was like a jazzy tune, deep and soulful but smooth and sweet like honey.

Those little glances morphed into something else and you're stuck staring at him, admiring the nitty-gritty of his features.

Eyebrows knitted in concentration. Steel-blue eyes determined to find a solution. His chocolate brown locks tied back lazily into a low bun with a few rebellious strands shaping his face. Oh, what wouldn't you do to leave a trail of kisses along the sharp angle of his bearded cheek, traveling your way towards those perfectly perfect, plump—.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

Your cheeks heated a bright red. "N-no!" You stuttered, quickly averting your eyes from his amused gaze and towards the desk. "U-um, I think I should go!" You quickly began to gather your things haphazardly while Bucky just looked on confused.

He never said he minded. He didn't really want you to leave. Just not yet.

"I'll see you in class, professor!" You said flustered. "H-have a good day."

You turned on your heel to leave but freeze the minute his hand catches yours. His hand was surprisingly warm, fitting ever so perfectly in yours. It felt like you were unconsciously floating off into space. Your thoughts were filled with warm and fuzzy feelings and suddenly, the urgency to leave fades away.

Bucky brings you back down to earth with a gentle tug on your hand making you turn to look at him, and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

Him looking up at you. His eyes twinkling in the light peering through the blinds of the window. Lips parted slightly, itching to say something that should never be said in this situation.

"You don't have to go," he shook his head, the errant strands of his hair jostling as he did. "Can't you stay just a bit longer?" He whispered.

In a matter of seconds, the schoolbag dropped, Stewart's Calculus was dead in a ditch, and private tutoring just got a bit too intimate.

Next thing Bucky knows, he's caught in a whirlwind, dazed and confused by the way you're kissing him. The sweet taste of strawberries you had for a snack on the way there still lingered on your lips and had him craving more. Your gentle fingers traveling up his arms and the way you pull on his lower lip in mischief has him going insane. But even as the turbulent storm within him runs rampant, he still has some sort of sanity left.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," Bucky murmured against your neck. Your heart aches against your ribcage at the sound of his husky voice against your skin.

"We really shouldn't," you replied breathless, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

Papers with mathematical scribbles were scattered on Bucky’s desk along with a few on the floor. What had started as an innocent review session quickly turned into something else.

It was bound to happen eventually. The lingering gazes in class. The out of place compliments when returning quizzes. Always picking on you in class just to make sure you were listening. You always had a feeling that there was something more underneath all of it and sitting in his lap in the solace of his office was more than enough evidence to prove that your theory was correct.

"This is highly unprofessional, Miss L/N," Bucky stated as his hands slid down your sides. He nipped at your sweet spot.

"We can stop if you want to?" you asked innocently as if what you were doing was pure in its essence.

He leaned back in his leather chair and pulled you closer by wrapping an arm around your waist, making you straddle his hips better. Your body was taut against his with your hands resting on his chest. The look in his eyes denoted desire and you knew he had no intention of stopping.

“And what if I said I don’t want to?”

“Then I’m not going to stop you.”

"You do realize there is no turning back? This is going to change everything."

"Change is a good thing, Professor," you smirked bringing your lips closer to his, your sweet breath tickling his lips. Bucky growls lowly at the name.

"You're a bad student, Y/N."

"You're not so righteous yourself, Prof." you chuckled. "You have wandering hands," you said, alluding to his hard hands hidden underneath your sweater.

Bucky chuckled with a red blush tainting his bearded cheeks. He pulls you into a deep kiss, releasing seven weeks of pent up tension. The feel of your hand caressing his cheek and your core tight against him had him sending to another realm. There was an inkling of fear in him, but the need for you was far greater.

Who was gonna find out anyway?

"You started it?" Nat shouted at you.

"N-no!"

"I'm about to pull out the receipts," Bucky butted in.

"You will not do anything!" you shouted at him.

"Don't shout at me I'm your professor," he retorted.

"And I'm your girlfriend," you whispered at the end. "So I'll do what I want!"

"Babe, you're so bossy." Bucky chuckled. "I think that's really hot."

"Shut up, Bucky!" you shouted, hot and red.

"I can't believe I just heard you say that," Nat gagged. "This is beyond disgusting." She turned over to you, her red locks bouncing behind her. "Y/N, what's your mom gonna say about this?"

"Oh, Mrs. L/N is so sweet," Bucky said just to spite her. "She makes the best baklava."

Nat gaped at you. "He met your mom?!" You smiled sheepishly. "And he ate her baklava?!"

"Yeah, it was really good."

"How dare you eat her baklava?" she asked completely offended

"Well, she offered." Bucky shrugged.

"So your mom knew about this before I did?" Nat asked.

"You know my mom, Nat, she's always nagging me about getting a boyfriend."

"So you decided to pick your professor for the job?" she asked incredulously.

"Would you keep it down?" Bucky asked. "I'm tryna keep my job here."

"Should've thought about that before you started dating your student, math freak."

"Next insult and I'm knocking five percentage points off your grade."

"You can't do that!"

"Watch me," he threatened with a playful smirk.

She pouted at him then towards you. "Dump him right now!"

"Woah, woah, wait a second here," Bucky shouted in defiance.

"I'm not gonna do that, Nat. I really like him." You said.

"Why? He's a loser who gets turned on by math!"

"Well I like this loser!" you pointed at him.

"Don't call me a loser!"

"Fine don't ever talk to me again," she said as she strutted towards the door. "I never want to see you again."

"Nat, we live in the same house." You rolled her eyes at her. She was such a dramatic at times.

"Not anymore. I'll throw your stuff out the window for you to pick up. You can live with your stinky boyfriend from now on."

"Nat!" you hollered as she slammed the door behind her. You shake your head feeling a headache rising.

"She's really something," Bucky commented.

"I think it's the red hair," you said, making him chuckle.

You walk around his desk and take a seat in his lap.

"Sorry," he said.

"About what?"

"You just lost your best friend because of me."

"No," you chuckled, fixing the collar of his shirt. "She's just a bit dramatic. She'll be fine in an hour or two."

"How do you live with that?”

“You get used to it after twelve years.”

Bucky shook his head in amazement. “Wanna come to my place this weekend?" he asked with twinkling blue eyes.

"Can't," you sighed with a smile. "I have a Calc exam on Monday and my professor likes to make them incredibly hard."

"I can help," he offered with a smirk. "I'm very good at math."

"Something tells me we're going to be doing a lot more than just math," you chuckled.

"Maybe take a break or two," he suggested, dipping into your neck and peppering kisses along the curve of it.

"Highly doubt that," you replied as you pushed him away.

He frowns at you as you get up.

"I've got class in ten minutes," you replied. You turned to pick up your bag.

He catches you by the hand and gives it a kiss. "See you later then?" he asked with big puppy dog eyes.

"You are so clingy."

"I like spending time with my girlfriend. Is that so bad?"

"No, I guess not," you chuckled giving him a peck on the lips. "I'll see you tonight then. But not for too long since it's a school night."

"Nerd," he deadpanned.

"Says the guy who gets a hard-on from integrals," you retorted.

"I just like math, okay?"

"That's seriously not normal."

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toomuch-caffeine · 3 years

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Titles don't matter

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Word count: 8726

Summary: First, Happy was dating some mysterious woman. Then his new nephew turned out to be superhero. And now Tony somehow gained a kid.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: kidnapping, gunshot wounds, unnamed bad guy's death

A/N: Reposted from AO3, third fic in a series

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A big reveal of Spider-Man’s identity and by consequence Happy’s mysterious girlfriend, who was a vigilante’s Aunt, brought a lot of yelling and long conversations in med bay. Said vigilante was a teenager and hid the fact that he fights criminals in his pajamas for more than a year, which made his Aunt mix of angry, guilty and terrified. When the situation calmed down, a couple of days after Peter Parker woke up from the surgery and had a chance to defend his actions, Tony made a proposition to May and Happy. Peter could train in the Tower with the Avengers and also would make a super suit with Tony. A suit that would contain a lot of safety protocols and a way to control young hero’s actions by adults.

That’s how Tony ended up giving a tour of his workshop. He observed the awestruck teenager in front of him. Peter looked around, lips slightly parted and eyes wide open. Tower’s lab was definitely an update from dumpsters and school workshops. It occupied two whole floors, one of them belonged to Tony, one to Bruce. Sleek holotables and expensive materials were enough to make every nerdy teenager’s knees weak. There was still some clutter in the corner, but Tony had cleaned up a bit, to impress Peter more.

“Come on, kid, that’s your workstation.” Tony showed a big, empty oval table, to a lingering in a threshold kid. Peter’s eyes widened even more, something that Tony didn’t think was possible.

“Wow, seriously?”

“Yeah. And those are Dum-E and U.” Tony didn’t even have to motion at the two robots, as both of them were currently surrounding Peter, trying to get to know the newcomer. Kid petted both of them, laughing and they seemed satisfied. He was seriously endearing. Couple of minutes spent with him and Tony could already tell why he wormed his way to Happy’s heart in no time. He was still shy with Tony and other Avengers, but around May and Happy he acted like a rambling ball of sunshine. He was too polite for his own sake and looking at his school records, Tony could tell, he was brilliant and right now he wanted to test that.

“So, introductions are done, time for fun!” Tony clapped his hands. “You can use everything in here-”

“Oh my god, this is like the best day of my life, Ned, you know, my friend, won’t believe me!”

“-but there are gonna be rules,” Tony continued. Mention of the rules brought all of Peter’s attention to him.

“First of all, FRIDAY won’t let you in the lab without me or Bruce present. You can experiment with whatever you want, but you have to run your ideas by me or Bruce or FRIDAY first. If you set something on fire, Dum-E has a fire extinguisher. Don’t eat or drink anything bots give you, they mix food with motor oil.

“Okay, so for the first project, we’ll do your spider suit together and you will learn along the way what FRIDAY can do, where are the tools and so on.” Tony sat down next to Peter, motioned for holograms to appear. “So, let’s get started.”

~~~

Tony never liked having company in the workshop. Other people were loud and nagging him to do stuff like eating or sleeping. But then came Bruce, who was quiet, could keep up with him and stand his moods. And then Peter appeared. The kid that understood arc reactor technology and Bruce’s papers. Even when something posed a problem to him, explaining was a pleasure, not a hindrance. He actually wanted to teach him all that he could and he already made several notes of what to do with the kid after they finished the suit. Peter’s ramblings replaced his workshop playlist and soon Tony knew all about his friends and teachers, his stories from patrols, as well as his favorite dishes and ice cream flavors. So he enjoyed working with Peter. His teammates might have also noticed that.

~~~

“Keep this up young spider and you will beat me in sparring,” Natasha praised him after the training. Peter, red faced from exertion, smiled and thanked. Then, he quickly grabbed a bottle that Steve threw at him from behind. He opened it and took a sip.

“Wow, I’m so hungry right now,” he stated.

“We have a lunch in an hour, think you will survive ‘til then?”

“Uhh, I don’t know, who’s cooking?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because there’s your favorite pizza waiting for you in the lab.” Another voice butted in. The owner of this voice appeared a moment after. “Spiderling! Come on, we’re burning sunlight!”

“But Mr. Stark, it’s not even noon and we don’t need sunlight in the lab!”

“Yeah, but Happy picks you up at 5, come on, come on, we have a lot to do.”

“Stark, stop making excuses to hog the kid just for yourself,” Natasha joked.

“Yeah, it’s been a month and he spent that mostly with you in the lab,” Bucky backed her up.

“Well, maybe because he knows who is best. Kiddo, who’s your favorite Avenger?” Tony shot them all a smile and clapped Peter on the shoulder.

“Well, I don’t know, but Bruce Banner is pretty cool? You know the most renowned scientist of his generation, his work on gamma rad-“

“You ungrateful child. I build a multimillion dollar super suit with you and that’s how you repay me?” Tony mocked outrage and started dragging Peter out of the gym. “We’re going. But maybe take a shower first.”

~~~

“Parker, you’re cheating!” Sam shouted when Peter threw at him another blue shell and won the race.

“I’m not cheating!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Rules allow that!”

“Then the rules are wrong!” Sam threw his hands up in the air. “God, I can’t believe that I lost to a teenager.”

Clint, who came the last, said, laying face first on the carpet, “You never win with kids in those things. Seriously, I have three of them, I know it.”

“Kid? Where are you? You said you are going to eat. Did the fridge eat you?” Tony came shouting.

“I’m sorry Mr. Stark, but Mr. Barton and Mr. Wilson invited me to play Mario Kart with them,” Peter answered beaming.

“And how did you do?”

“I won!” Peter gestured at the screen with the results and two defeated men.

“That’s great. Hey, when you come to the lab, I’ll let you mess with Iron Man repulsors.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Peter’s eyes lit up and he hurried after Tony.

“Wow, Tony stole Happy’s kid,” Sam said incredulously, when they both left.

“Do you think he will hide and lock him in his lab forever?” Clint lifted himself from the carpet.

“Dunno. Wanna go another round?”

~~~

So when the summer break ended, Spider-Man’s suit tested and ready to use, the atmosphere in the workshop changed. Kid started spending mornings at school and afternoons alternating between patrols and spending time in the lab. But the amount of time spent together was significantly smaller and emptiness started annoying Tony. It did wonders to his responsibilities to SI and Avengers Initiative as he was less inclined to lock himself up in the workshop.

~~~

“Tony, did something blow up here?” Bruce entered his workshop and stopped in his tracks, shell-shocked and looking around. He hadn’t been in Tony’s workshop for a long time as he worked mostly in his or small med bay’s lab and it was Tony, who would pay friendly visits to other labs (or come to bother Bruce). Currently, on Peter’s workstation were piling papers and textbooks. Every other surface was covered in post-it notes with Spanish vocabulary.

“I’m helping Peter with Spanish.”

“Tony, do you even know Spanish?” Bruce asked with raised eyebrows.

“I do now.”

“So… You are learning Spanish. For Peter,” Bruce stated.

“I’m learning for myself. It’s just a side effect that I can help him.”

“And it has nothing to do with Nat and Bucky teaching him Russian?”

“Nothing.”

“Sure. Now, do you have a UV lamp? Mine had broken down.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s there.”

~~~

“Soo, Mr. Stark, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes, of course…” Kid said, playing with a zipper.

“Just spit it out.”

“Cannedcometotheworkshopplease?” Peter let out a question in one breath with unbelievable speed.

“Say that again, but slower?”

“Can Ned come to the workshop, please? We have a robotics project for school, an-“

“Jesus, of course you can invite your friend over, you don’t need to stress so much.”

“Thank you Mr. Stark!”

And that’s how Tony ended up giving a lab tour to another teenager, this time a chubby, Asian kid, that gave the gaping fish impression at the first sight of the workshop.

“So, kiddos, what do you need to do for your little project?”

The project ended up with a very angry May Parker yelling at him.

“Stark! Why the fuck school called me to tell me that Peter’s last project was to dangerous to show in class?” Her lips were pressed into a thin line and she crossed her arms.

“Wha- It wasn’t anything that would blow up?” Tony said hesitantly as he didn’t exactly remember what he came up with.

“There were lasers, Tony.”

“Not very dangerous, if you ask me, just for a show.” He was sure that he didn’t let kids put anything that would destroy school in their project.

“Lasers that apparently cut a school desk and a whiteboard in half.” Or maybe he did. “He was given a 3 day suspension for bringing dangerous objects to school!”

“Oh, wow, I mean, that’s bad…” Tony was literally unable to act guilty, because that meant Peter would be out of school, and that meant…

“He’s not going to spend that time with you.” May Parker’s sharp voice cut off his train of thoughts.

“Oh…”

He spent those three days redecorating and personalizing the guest room, where Peter had stayed a couple of times. His actions brought some half-hidden smiles from his teammates and Pepper, but he shrugged it off.

~~~

“Pepper, why did you take my intern?”

“I didn’t take anyone, Tony.” Pepper leveled him with a stare. “Peter came to me, asking for help with English essay for school.”

“Why didn’t he ask me?”

“Because you said that English classes are useless and he should ditch them.”

“What? No! I didn’t! Why would I?” Tony sputtered.

“FRIDAY, pull up the footage, please,” Pepper said with an exhale.

“Okay, FRIDAY, don’t, I did, but I shouldn’t. Kid, don’t ditch school, your education is important.”

“Well, I can always become a full time Avenger.”

“Wha- no! No, you can’t, I forbid, you are going to finish high school, then go to MIT and then work in SI, and you are not going to be a full time Avenger. Over my dead body!” Tony’s speech made both Pepper and Peter laugh.

“I was just joking.” Peter scrunched his eyebrows as some thought just came to him. “Have you already planned my life for me?”

“No?”

“Oookay,” he replied, dragging the o. “Anyway, I just thought, that Pepper has more experience in humanities that you,” said Peter

“So when you are done with English, head down to the lab, because I have some upgrade ideas to discuss with you.”

Tony shot a glare at Pepper and she glared back. Tony decided to do a tactical retreat and leave the room.

~~~

“Tony, wait!” Happy called after him. “Look, I just wanted to talk about Peter.” That grabbed Tony’s attention.

“Is he okay? I didn’t get any-“

“No, no, he’s fine, I just wanted to talk about him. And you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I talked with May and she noticed that as well and he spends a lot of time with you.”

“If you want me to stop h-“

“I don’t want you to stop, there’s just a building full of people who also want to spend time with him.” Happy’s words were rushed and he seemed out of breath.

“So what do you want me to do, throw him out of the workshop?”

“Tony, just don’t go around complaining that he’s currently doing something with someone else.” Happy made a placating gesture and continued, “Look, I know you love him, I do too , but you can’t monopolize all his time.”

Tony opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He thought about his interactions with Peter for the past couple of months. Yeah, he liked the kid, liked teaching and helping him, a lot of his Spider-Man’s adventures had raised his heart rate and had given him a few gray hairs, but love? Nope, he didn’t need it and the kid didn’t need it.

He finally found his voice, “I don’t l-“

“God, you are an emotionally stunted idiot.” Happy shook his head. “Everyone sees that. Talk with Pepper.”

“Oh-okay,” Tony replied in confusion.

~~~

Pepper and Tony were laying in bed, the former reading a book, the latter looking at some blueprints.

“Happy said that I love Peter,” Tony dropped suddenly. The woman closed a book and turned on her side to look at him.

“And you don’t agree with that,” she stated.

“Well, it’s not like I don’t agree with it, but…”

“Tony, you literally started learning a new language to help him. And you also do your paperwork, while he does his homework, because you want to set a good example. You also started sleeping and eating regularly, for the same reason.”

“I just want to be a good example.”

“I also know something else.”

“Hmm?”

“Your will.”

“Oh.” Tony had, in fact, updated his will a month before and made Peter his sole heir. Peter wasn’t aware of this fact as Tony waited for him to be eighteen. May, as a legal guardian, and Happy, by extension, were the only ones informed about it. “But you know, he’s clever.”

“Would you do that to every clever kid?”

“…no.” Pepper smiled and picked up her book. Tony stared at the ceiling, thinking. After a minute he said, “He also said that I spend too much time with him.”

“Happy said that?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Tony… He just means that you are fairly annoying, when Peter spends time with the team and you come dragging him to the workshop.”

“I don’t drag him anywhere.”

“You know what I mean,” Pepper responded disapprovingly.

“Okay, okay, I know.”

After the beat of silence Tony spoke again, “You know, we could make our own kids.”

“You already have one.”

“He’s Happy’s and May’s, I just borrowed him.”

“And after we make our own, you are going to give him back?”

“Ehh, no, he grew on me.” Tony blinked, realizing something. “Wait you said after? Does that mean-“

“Good night, Tony.” Pepper turned off the lights.

“But you don’t dismiss the idea…”

“Good night.”

~~~

He did make it weird. They were five minutes into their usual lab time and Tony couldn’t stop staring at the kid and recalling conversations with Happy and Pepper. Peter , currently unaware of the turmoil inside Tony , was sitting at his workstation, chewing on a pencil and focusing on calculus homework. Tony sitting with his own pile of papers moved his eyes to the sheet of paper before him. ‘ Article 5c…' What the fuck am I reading? He looked on the desk, where read pieces of paper were laying. Apparently it was a contract. He didn’t recall its content at all. He looked at Peter again. Still chewing on a pencil.

“Hey, don’t chew on that!”

“What?”

“You’ll destroy your teeth by chewing on pencils.”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows.

“Seriously?” He looked at the pencil and at Tony. “Why are you so weird today?”

“I’m not weird.”

“You are looking at me.”

“Maybe I like watching you.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Tony winced internally at them. Great, now he is a creepy, rich guy, who likes watching teenagers. “Or maybe not.” Peter’s eyebrows raised in question. “But I still like you.”

“You are being really weird,” Peter said, unsure of what he should do.

“Do you like being here?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I?”

“You are not feeling obligated to do so? You wouldn’t prefer to spend time with Steve right now?”

“I don’t understand…”

“It’s a simple question, Pete.”

“Yeah, but I don’t understand why you are asking me that.”

“Just answer it, kid.”

“No , I don’t feel obligated to spend time here. I wouldn’t prefer to spend time with Steve right now” Peter replied, confusion and nervousness clearly visible, with how he started playing with the pencil.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good, good talk, go back to your homework.” Peter looked at him quizzically for a moment, then he shrugged and went back to calculus. Tony started going through the contract. Except after five lines he lost his focus again and started thinking about Peter again. Emotions were always confusing for him and it didn’t help that everything about a situation was complicated. He couldn’t exactly Google ‘my bodyguard is dating a woman with a kid and I think I kind of love that kid, but I’m not sure what to do.’ Happy and Pepper both said that it’s okay and their only complaint was he tries to keep Peter to himself too much. And he was willing to admit that they were in fact right. But that was followed by the doubts if Peter actually wants to spend time in the workshop or if he just a pressured poor kid, who didn’t feel like he could refuse. Even if he wanted to spend time with him, where would he draw the line ? He had May and Happy as, well, parental figures. So what did it make Tony?

“Why are you staring at me again, Tony ? ” Peter’s voice startled him. He didn’t even notice when he moved his gaze from paperwork before him to kid again.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Tony moved his eyes to the ceiling and sighted.

“Okay, I am. But I want to talk to you about something and I don’t know how.” Talking about feelings. Apparently a mature thing to do.

“Oh. Did I do something wrong? Because-“

“No, no, no, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Tony quickly denied. “Wait. Why did you think that you did something wrong? Did you?” He stared intensely at Peter.

“No, I just, you know…”

“Okay, never mind, we’ll talk about this later.” Tony took a big breath and started, “I talked with Happy. And Pepper. They both thi-“ A ping from his phone interrupted him, he looked at it and swore. “Okay, looks like we need to postpone our conversation.”

“What’s going on? Is that a mission? Should I-“

“Not a mission, stay there and do your homework, I’m going to be back soon or I’ll send Pepper.” Tony quickly left the workshop and once he was out of hearing range, he said, “FRIDAY, what’s going on?”

“There was a shooting at Central Park. Happy Hogan and May Parker were involved.”

“Are they okay?”

“911 reports say that Mr. Hogan was injured.”

“Send location to the suit, I’m going there. Divert the ambulance with Happy to the Tower, inform Cho and Pepper of the situation.”

“What should I tell Mr. Parker?”

“Don’t tell him anything yet.”

May and Happy had a date tonight, they should’ve been safe. But something happened and Tony had to do damage control quickly.

~~~

There was already the police and an ambulance departing the scene. Tony couldn’t see neither Happy nor May anywhere. He hoped that they were both in the ambulance that he saw leaving. He landed and immediately saw the crowd turn to him. He didn’t have time for fans and questions, ignoring them, he confidently strode towards NYPD officers, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

“What’s going on, where’s May Parker and Happy Hogan?”

“Excuse me Mr. Stark, but you have to stand behind that tape.” one of the officers pointed with a finger.

“Mr. Hogan is my employee and has close ties to the Avengers and as such, that case falls under our jurisdiction,” he quickly replied, leveling the cop with a stare. It was a young looking man in uniform. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth in shock.

“Okay, I know that you are here to just keep the crowd away. Just bring me to someone, who is in charge here,” Tony quickly added more calmly. This worked, because he quickly found himself in the company of Detective Morrison and Detective Slater. Both of them were tall, unimpressed looking men.

“I understand Mr. Stark that you are nervous, but we are currently questioning the witnesses.” Morrison crossed his arms over the chest. Tony looked at his phone. Steve was trying to get that case handed over to them, but there’s only so much that can be done in five minutes and without any proof that it was an Avengers-level threat. Happy was admitted in the Tower’s med bay, unconscious and with a bullet hole. May Parker wasn’t with him and Tony was currently trying to locate her.

“You don’t understand. I just need to talk to a woman. May Parker. This high, brown hair, wears glasses. She was with Happy Hogan and probably will know what happened here.”

“I’m sorry, but there was no woman matching your description among people on scene when we arrived.” Finally Tony got confirmation of what he suspected all along and could act on that. He unblocked his phone and chose the number.

“Rogers, shooting in Central Park, May Parker wasn’t on scene when authorities had arrived, she’s possibly missing.” Then he turned to the Detectives, “We’ll need the witness statements that you’ve gathered.” He handed them a business card.

~~~

Back at the Tower Tony immediately rushed to the workshop. Peter was still there, having finished homework, he was preparing a web fluid.

“Hey, kid,” Tony started. Peter jumped in surprise and spilled the chemicals. He moved to clean it, but Tony stopped him

“Leave this. We need to talk.”

“Uhh, yeah, you'd said that before you left.”

“About something else, actually.” He placed his hands on the kid's shoulders and pushed him gently in the direction of a lab stool. “Sit down.” Peter complied and turned his attention to him.

“I left, because FRIDAY informed me of… shooting in Central Park. Happy and May were involved in it. Happy is currently in surgery and we don’t know where May is.” Tony decided to be short. As he watched Peter’s expression morph from neutral to disbelief and then pure shock and fear, he thought that maybe being more gentle and less direct was a better idea.

“What? No! That’s not… Please…” Peter’s breath quickened and started coming in short pants. He swayed on the unstable lab stool. Tony caught him by his shoulders.

“You need to breathe, kid or you’re gonna pass out.”

Fortunately Peter was able to get his breathing under control on his own and didn’t work himself into a full-blown panic attack. After a short silence filled only with the sound of his inhales and exhales, he feebly said, “I want to help.”

“Absolutely not,” Tony answered sternly and moved back.

“It’s May!”

“That is exactly why you won’t be doing anything!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Yes, I do! You won’t be able to keep your cool and you will be a liability not help! We can’t afford that!”

“Well, you can’t stop me!”

“Oh, yes I can. FRIDAY, Peter is not allowed to leave the Tower or access any files on the case.” Tony gave his orders to AI and looked at Peter. The teenager was fuming.

“You have no right!”

“If you think I’m the bad guy here, you can talk to Steve, he’s going to tell you the same thing.”

“I hate you!” Peter pushed him and stormed out of the workshop.

“FRIDAY, tell him that he should go to med bay to keep Happy company,” Tony barked out and then sighted, sat down by the desk and put his head in his arms. Somehow he managed to destroy everything in two minutes. Well, at least he knew where he stood. He rubbed his face and got up. Team was waiting for him in one of the conference rooms.

~~~

Avengers got permission to handle the case with the NYPD. So along with the team, there were two disgruntled detectives that Tony had met before. Steve led the meeting. After an hour of talking that had led them exactly to nothing he summed up, “For now, we have first responders and witnesses reports, none of them actually saw what happened, most of them heard the gunshot and saw only the result. Nobody recalls seeing May. FRI (DAY?) is running facial recognition, but to no avail. She’s also reviewing all of the footage from the nearest cameras to the scene and flagging anything unusual.”

At that moment Bruce entered the room.

“I have an update on Happy,” he started. ”GSW to the stomach, although nothing vital was hit. Cho’s using her regeneration cradle, so he should be able to tell us what happened when the anesthesia wears off.”

The team nodded at that.

“How’s Peter, Tony?” Natasha turned to him.

“He said that he hates me, because I didn’t let him help us,” Tony said dryly.

“He doesn’t really hate you, Tony,” Clint reassured him. “He’s just frightened that he’s going to lose the closest thing he has to a mother.”

“You need to talk to him,” Natasha stated.

“Yeah, I need to check on him anyway. FRI, where is he?”

“I am unable to determine Mr. Parker’s location.” Blood in Tony’s veins froze in an instant. The whole room went quiet, you could hear the pin drop.

“What… What do you mean?”

“Mr. Parker left the Tower approximately 30 minutes ago.”

“What?! I told you not to let him out! Track him!”

“The protocol has been overridden. Current protocol prohibits me from tracking him.”

“How?”

“I believe that the current protocol was created by Ned Leeds.”

“Fuck.” Wow, letting the kid’s friend in the lab bit him in the ass for the second time.

“Tony, what’s going on? Who’s-“

“Peter and his friend hacked FRIDAY to sneak out and they added coding that makes it impossible to track him. I’m going to fix that.”

It was a long night. Tony spent hours fixing FRIDAY’s programming. At the end he was seriously considering whether it’s better to kill or hire Ned. Unfortunately after removal of the offending code it was too late to find Peter. He disappeared into thin air. His spider suit and phone were left at the Tower. He had changed his clothes in a back alley nearby and he wasn’t caught by any cameras, so they didn’t have anything to go on. At 4 AM it started sounding a bit surreal. Man gets shot and a woman goes missing in a public place in broad daylight. Teenager runs away and doesn't leave any trace. Everything in the span of two hours. Now they were just waiting for something. Clint and Sam played cards quietly. Steve and Natasha were going through everything they’ve managed to gather for an umpteenth time. Bruce went back to med bay to help Cho. Bucky just fell asleep on the table. The two detectives had left. Tony just stared at the screen no longer understanding what he was seeing, his mind exploring horrifying scenario number 78, where they find two mutilated bodies in a river and Happy dies because Cho missed something.

“Mr. Parker was registered by a street camera near the Tower, five minutes ago.” FRIDAY’S voice cut the silence. “He seems to be heading here.”

“What? Where’s he now?” Tony jumped to his feet.

“Mr. Parker just entered the Tower,” FRIDAY announced. “He’s going to the penthouse level.”

~~~

Tony for the past few hours imagined the lecture that he was going to give Peter when he saw him again. Something that would make the kid regret the day he was born. But when he saw him standing by the elevator, all of the anger had left him and immense relief washed over him. Peter was pale and shaking like leaf, but according to FRIDAY was unharmed

“Thank god!” That was all Tony said before pulling him into a hug. Peter, stiff at first, melted into him and started crying. His legs gave out and they both crumbled to the floor.

“I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you, I don’t-“

“Sh, sh, I know, it’s okay, I know, kiddo, I know,” Tony instinctively shushed him and started rocking them back and forth. He looked up and saw Pepper in pajamas, who was woken up and drawn there by the noise and he shook his head a little. She quickly understood and left for their bedroom.

Tony didn’t know how long they sat there but his legs went numb. Eventually Peter calmed down and said, “I thought you would chew me out for running.”

“I thought too. I’m still going to, after you get some sleep.”

“Hmm…”

They sat like that in silence for some more time. Finally Tony moved and helped Peter up.

“Come on, you still need to sleep.”

~~~

Peter looked better after the shower. Not so pale. Tony pushed him into bed, turned off the light and was about to leave, when the small voice called, “Can you stay?” Tony turned towards the owner of this voice. In the darkness he could only distinguish the lump on the bed and curls peeking out from beneath the covers. He moved closer and sat on bed next to Peter, leaning against the headboard.

“Only until you fall asleep,” he said softly. He didn’t exactly know what he’s doing, comforting someone was completely uncharted territory for him. He remembered something that Jarvis used to do for him, when he was little. He put his hand on Peter's head and started running fingers through the soft curls. Peter sighted and leaned closer.

“I’m sorry for running away,” he mumbled.

“You should be.”

“I just wanted to do something…”

“And what did you do?”

“I just wandered around. I didn’t have any plan and I realized that I won’t help. I was scared that you would be mad, so I didn’t come back immediately.”

“I was mad, I still am, but I was mostly afraid, kid. You can’t do things like that.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Peter finally closed his eyes and relaxed a little. Tony thought that he was asleep.

“Do you think you’re gonna find May?” Peter asked quietly, startling Tony, who looked down and saw wide eyes staring at him. ‘ He’s just frightened’, he remembered Clint’s words.

“I don’t know. I hope so.” Peter closed his eyes again and pressed his cheek against Tony’s thigh. Tony kept playing with his hair until his breaths evened out and face and shoulders relaxed completely. He stayed like that for a moment before standing up. He stopped in the doorway, looked at sleeping form and whispered, “Sleep tight, kiddo.”

After that Tony went to the kitchen, where Pepper waited for him.

“How is he?”

“Physically? Good. Mentally? As well as he could be in that situation.” He moved towards a coffee machine.

“I handled CPS. He can stay here, for now.”

“That’s good, good.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Coffee. And then go to the team and see if there’s some progress. Find May eventually. You?”

“I’m going to make sure that nothing burns in the process.” she smiled at him softly.

“FRIDAY will let me know when he wakes up, but can you keep an eye on him?” he looked at her.

“I’ve already cleared my schedule.”

“What would I do without you?”

~~~

When he entered the conference room everyone was a bit agitated.

“What happened?”

“A witness came forward, she saw a van and some men in ski masks near the scene,” Natasha started explaining. “One of the traffic cameras caught a vehicle matching the description. We have a license plate.”

It turned out that their excitement was short-lived. Sam and Bucky found the van in an alley a couple blocks away. Police forensics examined it. They would have to wait for the full results, but for now it seemed that it was cleaned. The only noteworthy thing they discovered were traces of blood, presumably May’s. All of the nearby cameras recorded many other cars at the interesting period of time and it was impossible to tell which one belonged to kidnappers. The owner was a kind old man, named Stan, who reported the van's theft a week before. The investigation on that also hit a dead end. They were in process of reviewing the material gathered by the police and made FRIDAY find footage from the night of the van’s theft, but it didn’t seem to go anywhere. They also found May’s phone, or rather what was left of it. They were working on two theories, first one that someone noticed that she spends lots of time with Happy and kidnapped her for information, second one that she was kidnapped for a ransom. They had thought that maybe Happy would say something groundbreaking, but his story didn’t tell them anything that they already knew or suspected.

“There were three men in ski masks and non-descript clothes, with guns. They tried to grab us, one of them shot me. I think they got scared and took only May. I don’t remember much more.”

That left them to wait and look into the enemies' of Avengers, SI and Spider-Man recent activity. Honestly with the amount of material they had, they should have made some progress.

24 hours have passed and they managed to hit a dead end. No one saw anything, no camera registered anything. Tony looked at the clock in the conference room accusingly. First 48 hours were the time when most of the missing people were found. After that chances started to diminish. They’d already used half of that time. Tony should probably go find and comfort Peter instead of sitting and not doing anything, but he couldn’t make himself leave the room in case something happened. Besides, finding May would be probably the most comforting thing they could do.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by an email notification. He looked at the new message and felt his heart drop immediately.

“Fuck! Guys?”

~~~

Everyone in the conference room sat in silence as the video was playing. This time apart from two detectives, there were ransom specialists joining the team. Video featured the kidnappers beating up May and making demands. It looked really bad, with two men punching and kicking her without even looking where. She already had some bruises and what looked like a broken nose. Hits were leaving red marks that would soon turn into bruises. What raised the biggest concern was that May barely reacted. She probably already had a concussion or was drugged.

“Mr. Hogan, we have your girlfriend. In exchange for her, we want 5 million dollars. We are sure that you can get that amount easily from your boss. We give you 48 hours, or we will have fun with her.”

Tony immediately took his phone to organize the demanded amount of money in cash.

“Tony, what are you doing?” Steve asked him.

“Getting them what they want, what do you think I’m doing?”

“I think we should make a plan first,” Bucky joined calmly.

“What plan? They said, what they want, we give them that, we get May back!”

“Excuse me sir, but you shouldn’t do that,” one of the K&R specialists interrupted. “This video doesn’t count as proof of life, so we don’t know if that woman is still alive. A phone call would be preferable. Also, in ransom negotiations the first offer generally should be declined.”

“Am I the only person in this room that actually watched this video? You didn’t hear what they wanted to do? Didn’t see what they were doing?”

“It is not in the kidnappers interest to kill her quickly if they want ransom. They just want to show the power they have over you.”

“Besides, the more we communicate with them, the more we have to track them,” Natasha added. “Also you shouldn’t negotiate. When they get to talk with the billionaire Tony Stark, they are immediately going to raise their demands.”

“It’s also going to be a press nightmare if the media get a sniff on this.”

“Fine!” Tony threw his arms over the head. “Do whatever you want.” He left the room slamming the door.

~~~

Tony went to med bay to inform Happy about the recent development. Peter and Pepper also were there. They sat on plastic chairs, Pepper hugging Peter. Happy laid in bed. He woke up, when Tony entered the room. Tony sat down heavily on the chair in the corner.

“Anything has changed?” Pepper asked. Tony sighted and gave them an extremely watered down description of the video content.

“Those specialists tell me that paying immediately is a mistake and the team says that I shouldn’t get involved.”

“They’re specialists for a reason,” Pepper reasoned.

“I want to see that video,” Happy said.

“Trust me on this, you don’t want to.”

“Tony…”

“You focus on getting better, Hap,” Tony cut him off and turned to Peter. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.”

“A sandwich a couple of hours ago,” supplied Pepper.

“You have to eat more with your metabolism, kiddo,” Tony said seriously. “Come on. We’re going to the kitchen and then there’s bedtime for Spider-babies.”

“I’m neither hungry nor tired.”

“Yeah, I’m not explaining to your Aunt, why are you starved and sleep deprived.”

“If you will have someone to explain to,” Peter mumbled under a breath.

“Yeah, you're not talking like that. We’ll get her back and you are going to eat.” Tony put his arms under Peter’s armpits and pulled him up. “If you don’t cooperate, I’ll use a suit to drag you to the kitchen.”

~~~

Tony managed to coax Peter into the kitchen, without dragging and made him blueberry pancakes. (“Pancakes? But that’s breakfast food.” “Yeah, and you are going to eat them at 10 PM.”) They repeated the routine from yesterday. It also calmed down Tony and he started accepting that specialists and the team might be right. He came back to the conference room, where everyone was except for Clint and Natasha.

“FRIDAY tracked the kidnappers, they didn’t cover their tracks well.” Steve’s voice greeted him. “Clint and Nat are doing reconnaissance right now.”

Clint’s and Nat’s intel helped them develop a plan. There were four kidnappers, holding May in a suburban house. They were armed, but definitely weren’t professionals. This didn’t work in the team’s favor, because their lack of experience made them unpredictable. With the hostage present they really couldn’t afford a fight, even though they outnumbered the opponents. So they formed a plan, when they would try to take the criminals one by one.

It was just an ordinary house at the outskirts. The whole neighborhood was peaceful and unaware of horrors currently happening in one of the houses. Well maintained, clean area, small streets and wide sidewalks, a playground nearby. With a shining sun and birds singing cheerfully it looked like a suburban dream. It was really weird, that nobody had heard anything, but on the other hand it was the kind of neighborhood where the residents would leave their homes in the morning for work and come back in the evening.

“It just really creeps me out, this place,” Tony started wondering. “It looks perfect and beautiful, but no one has any idea what neighbors are doing.”

“Do you know what our neighbors are doing, Tony?”

“I have FRIDAY monitoring for any suspicious activity in the nearby buildings.”

“You're a stalker.”

Tony chuckled as he watched people getting to their cars and leaving. They had been observing the house since wee hours of morning waiting for the best moments to strike. Right now any action was out of the question. There were too many people on the street and any Avengers action would attract a lot of gawkers.

“One of the kidnappers went out for a smoke, he’s at the back. I think we could take him out without attracting any attention.” Natasha’s voice carried through the comms.

“Do not engage. Neighbors haven’t already left, we can’t risk being seen,” Steve ordered. “Tony, how’s the front of the house looking?”

“The guy with a nose from the house on the left is having a polite conversation with the fat guy from the house in front,” Tony relayed what he could see from his car.

“Guy with a nose?”

“It’s seriously big, trust me.”

“Seriously, you would think that people at 7:30 in the morning would hurry to work and not engage in conversations with neighbors,” Clint complained. Three yelling children came out from one of the houses.

“Oh and now the guy with a nose is packing his children to the car and the fat guy looks like he’s about to go,” Tony updated and relaxed into a seat. He took a sip of a coffee and choked, when someone suddenly knocked on his window.

“Yeah?” He asked, rolling down the window.

“You can’t park your car here!” a middle aged blonde woman started yelling at him. Peter called those ‘Karens’ as he recalled.

“It’s not a no-parking zone,” he replied.

“You cast a shadow on my flowers.” Tony looked at the sad excuses for plants and immediately thought that they need water more than sunlight. Before he could share his idea, comms cracked and he heard Steve saying, “Tony, do not argue with her, we can’t afford her to recognize you. Just drive around the block, maybe she’ll leave.”

Crazy plant lady didn’t leave and Tony was forced to find another observation spot.

Finally, the neighborhood emptied and quietened.

“That guy is smoking in the back again.”

“Okay, the neighbors have left, you can take him out now.”

Tony looked at the stream from the camera Clint had on himself. Natasha and Bucky moved in complete silence. She stepped behind the kidnapper, and with surgical precision pressed a spot on his neck. Bucky immediately caught the man, before he could fall and make a noise. They dragged him into bushes and hid there.

“One out, three to go.”

“Okay, now we wait.”

Couple of minutes later another criminal appeared.

“Clint, go.”

An arrow soundlessly flew through the air and hit him in the shoulder. Bucky appeared and again caught and dragged the guy into bushes, where Natasha was keeping an eye on the first one.

“He’s out. Two more to go.”

“Attention guys, the remaining two kidnappers moved from the basement to the kitchen.”

“Uh-uh, people on the street,” Tony warned. “Someone with a kid, I think. I can’t see clearly.”

Two NYPD officers in civilian clothes appeared and herded the newcomers to where they came from.

“Okay, all clear now.”

“Good. Nat and Bucky, you are guarding the back door and kitchen window, Tony and me from the front. Clint stays watching those two taken out guys, Sam, survey the area from the air. Bruce, move the ambulance here.”

Tony got out of the car and went to the front door, where he met Steve. He activated the nano gauntlet and leaned on the door. Steve looked around while the lasers from the gauntlet were destroying the lock.

“Okay, the door is unlocked, we’re going in.”

“Copy that.” i

Tony pushed the door and let Steve in first. He activated his whole suit and immediately followed the man. They were in a hallway that opened at the end to the living room, connected to the kitchen. On the right there were the stairs. They moved quietly toward s the living room. Tony gestured to Steve that he wants to enter first and stun both remaining criminals with his gauntlets. Steve nodded. Tony smoothly went to the room and fired at the unsuspecting kidnappers. He hit one of them, standing by the counter, but instead of the other he hit the cupboard full of tableware. The cupboard like in slow motion fell on a criminal, emitting an ear-splitting noise of breaking glass. Cracking and clanking reverberated through the room for what I seemed like an eternity. It made both men stop and just watch in shock what was happening. Steve regained his bearings quicker and ran towards the man buried under the glass and porcelain.

“He’s dead.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, his brain is on the floor.”

Tony didn’t wait for more. He retracted the suit and ran towards the basement.

“May, May?! Oh, shit…”

May was slumped in the chair, which she was tied to. Her face was covered in dried blood and bruises.

“Hey, May, wake up,” Tony said while looking for a pulse. He jabbed his fingers to her neck and prayed quietly. Fortunately, he felt slow beats.

“Get a medic here ASAP, she has a pulse, but it looks really bad!” he shouted at the comms. “Hey, wake up, Peter’s waiting for you.”

This seemed to do the trick.

“Pet’r?” she slurred.

“Yeah, he really misses you. And Happy’s okay.”

“Mmm…”

After that everything went rapidly . Suddenly the place was swarmed by medics and NYPD officers. Tony was pushed back as they put a collar around May’s neck and an oxygen mask on her face. She was placed on a stretcher and pushed into an ambulance that left soon.

“Jesus.” Tony slumped against a car and slid down, so he was sitting on asphalt. After the stress of the past few days left him, he felt exhausted. “I need a coffee.”

“You need a sleep.” Steve materialized from nowhere.

“Everyone needs that. I need to talk to Peter, Happy and Cho.”

“ The NYPD wants us to stay here. But… Maybe nobody will notice your absence.”

“Steve Rogers, goody two shoes, encouraging me not to cooperate with law enforcement? How can I refuse?”

“Drive safe, Tony.”

“I will.”

Tony got into a car and started the engine. He drank the rest of the now cold coffee and started driving in direction of the Tower. There were still a lot of things to do.

~~~

Couple of days later Happy was allowed to leave med bay on condition that he will have plenty of rest. May was cleared by Cho the day before that as the biggest issue was concussion. Steve and Bucky were preparing a big dinner since everyone finally could participate and even Rhodey managed to leave DC and was joining them. They were very secretive about the chosen dishes and had forbidden everyone from even getting near the kitchen. Tony honestly just hoped that they wouldn’t set the building on fire. He holed up in the workshop.

The elevator ding announced somebody’s arrival. Tony turned and saw Peter lingering on a doorstep.

“Hey, what are you doing there? Come here.”

Peter looked at the floor, shuffled towards the workbench and stood there awkwardly. Tony got up and approached him.

“Did you forget that you usually sit here?”

Peter sat down and started playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“Before… Before all this, you said that you need to talk to me.”

Honestly Tony hoped that Peter forgot his attempt at the serious conversation.

“You were weird that day and then, you know what happened, and you were nice, but not there, and then again weird.”

Tony cleared his throat and said slowly, “I’m sorry that you felt that way. I spent most of the time with the team, because I thought that finding May was what you needed the most.”

“I mean, it was. I just felt lonely. Happy was on strong pain meds and Pepper is nice, but…”

“Yeah, I get it, I’m really sorry. And for being weird. Happy told me that I spend a lot of time with you and butt in your time with others and I started questioning how you are feeling about this.”

Peter suddenly moved and wrapped his arms around Tony and with a muffled voice said, “I don’t mind, seriously.”

“I know now.” After a moment he added, “You know, I just don’t want to replace anyone.”

“You’re not. You are just Tony, not Happy, or May, or...”

“Just Tony, huh?” Wow, where did the hero worship go?

“Titles don't matter, only that you care.”

I care so much , he wanted to say. I want you to be safe, I want to see you grow and learn. Instead he just said, “I do.” Peter didn’t respond. Tony broke the silence, “You know I’m not good at emotions. Happy called me an emotionally stunted idiot.”

“I know.”

“You little shit. You were supposed to say, ‘You handled this very well, you are great!'” Tony broke a hug and ruffled his hair. Peter beamed at him

“Miss Potts asks if Peter got lost in the workshop and if she has to come and get you to the dinner,” FRIDAY interrupted them.

“Wait, you were supposed to tell me the dinner is ready?”

“Maybe.” Peter smiled sheepishly.

“You really are a little shit. Come on. I’m starving.”

When they got to the kitchen everyone was waiting for them. Pepper, with crossed arms, scolded Tony, “What did you do in that workshop of yours? Everyone was waiting for you and it’s extremely disrespectful to Steve and Bucky!”

“I’m really sorry, Pep, but we needed to have a conversation. And someone-” he looked sternly at Peter- “didn’t tell me that dinner was ready.”

“I’m sorry, really, it just happened,” Peter frantically started explaining himself. Something in Pepper’s face softened.

“I guess it’s fine, you two really needed it, but next time maybe find a better moment, okay?”

“Okay, okay!”

They finally sat down at the table. Steve and Bucky really put a lot of effort into the meal. The main course was salmon with asparagus. They also prepared garlic bread and a salad as side dishes. They even chose the right wine for a fish, but Tony suspected Natasha’s or Pepper’s help here. Conversation flew freely and they made their way to the dessert, in an amiable atmosphere. Pepper started conversing with May, which brought his attention.

“You know, maybe you could move to the Tower.”

“I don’t know really…”

“Peter and Happy spend most of their time here anyway and you too were here a lot, even before.”

“Plus, you know, Happy already has an assigned private floor, so it’s mostly a question of packing and moving stuff from your apartment,” Tony joined them. “And you would have the help of superhumans and Pepper Potts to plan everything.”

“Oh, the last thing makes the best argument. How’s wedding planning going anyway?”

“Well, it would go better if Tony listened to me. We have a cake tasting scheduled next week.”

“You know, we could just take Peter, feed him cakes and ask him which one he likes best. It would be faster. I swear his stomach has no bottom.”

“What?” Peter turned towards them at the sound of his name.

“Only if you are dealing with his sugar high, Tony,” May chuckled

“Hey, guys, I can hear you!”

Before they could continue they heard Steve clearing his throat. He got up and looked like he was about to give a speech.

“Last week was very hard for all of us,” he started. “We are very pleased that everyone important is able to be here. Me and Bucky have some important news to share and we are glad that you are the first to hear that. Without further ado, we decided to get married.”

Cheers and questions erupted immediately. Everyone congratulated and the toasts started.

Tony looked at the large table. Maybe titles didn’t matter. But the only thing that he could think was that after all these years, they became a family somewhere along the way. Big, loud and unconventional, a patchwork family, that wouldn’t make sense to a stranger. There were still a lot of issues that needed to be solved in the long run, but at that moment they were the happiest people on Earth.

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Anon 1 said:

Hey, love the blog. Found a fic a while ago set in WS where Bucky thinks he has to kiss captain America for his mission. Then they do and he remembers Steve. It happens during the highway scene I think. Looked everywhere can’t find it. Please help!

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Anon 2 said:

hey! there’s this fic post-cacw where wanda places trigger words in steve’s head and then removes them to show bucky that it can work. i was wondering if anyone knew the title of that fic? i would love to read it again. thanks!

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beyondkailani said:

Hi I've been hunting high and low for this fic without success for a couple of days now. It's post-WS and Steve gets Bucky a weighted blanket which helps him sleep. Any ideas what it could be? It's been driving me crazy! Thanks!

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Anon 3 said:

hey! theres a fic that i cant find and it was with under age modern bucky and he lived above steve who was captain america and he kept sneaking in and meeting up with steve and in the end, bucky showed up at one of steves speeches and they just smiled at each other! please help!

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killanine said:

Hi, I'm looking for a specific fic where Bucky has telekinetic powers and Steve didn't know? Bucky didn't really use his powers for anything besides making it easier to do domestic things (cooking, summoning things from across the room), and Steve walks in on Bucky using his powers and he's all like "what's going on???" I think it was a oneshot, kinda fluffy. (It might've been the other way around, with Steve being the one who had the powers, but I'm pretty sure it was Bucky.) Thanks!

Anon 4 said:

I don’t know if my ask was eaten up or never got to you guys, but it’d be great if you could help me. I’m looking for this fic where Bucky heard Steve say something and he accidentally wished more Bucky’s from different dimensions and then Bucky ended up wishing for Steve too and they had to find a Bucky and Steve to match and send back to their universe and a lot of the Steve and Bucky’s were inspired from other fics as well. I looked everywhere and I was really hoping you could help me find it

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Anon 5 said: (sex work)

i cant find this one fic where they live in a futuristic dystopian-ish au and bucky has the metal on his arm exposed and cant get handcuffs put on otherwise itll stop working. steve is a cop. natasha is there and she has liho in it. i think bucky was a prostitute and steve comes back to apologize but bucky misunderstands and they sleep together, so steve leaves without giving him any money. can u help me find it by any chance? 🥺

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Anon 6 said:

hey i’m looking for a fic about steve and bucky going on a school camping trip or something they get lost and have sex i remember bucky basically being an outcast and steve having a protective mother

Anon 7 said: (/others)

Hey, I’m looking for a fic bucky and Steve where separated for 15 years. They meet up at a stark industries party Bucky is Tony’s bodyguard and Steve is a professor. They fuck on Steve’s desk while Steve is married to Sharon carter. I’d be so pleased if you could find it.

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Anon 8 said:

I'm looking for a fic where Bucky wasn't dusted in IW. It follows EG with some divergence. Bucky stays with Nat at the Compound and sometimes at Steve's apartment. It's established relationship and I remember this part Steve comes to the Compound to pick up Bucky and he and Nat talk. Another scene later is Bucky crying in his room remembering Tony's parents (Bucky and Tony don’t become friends I THINK). Steve walks in on him. It was a longish one-shot I believe and maybe an EG fix it. Thanks!

Anon 9 said:

Helloo! This was asked a little while back but, im looking for a fic where Steve is sent into this perfect dream world by a djinn (who also happens to be slowly draining the life forces of people stuck in these dreamverses??) Steve and Bucky were married in the alt dream verse and I think Clint and nat were married + had kids?? If anyone knows what im talking about I'll be forever grateful lol thankss

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Anon 10 said:

i’m looking for a fic i read not too long ago. it has recovering bucky and he almost kills natasha because she is following him at some point. him and steve have three cats that they call the pizzas. bucky is sorta adopted by a family that runs a restaurant bc he’s a huge foodie. he has a best friend named joey/josefina? and is the god father of a baby named nina i think? i can’t find it anywhere i would really appreciate the help.

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free-2bmee said:

Hi! This has been bugging me, but I’m looking for a nsfw fic...or maybe Drabble? where Buck is f*cking Steve and because of their position he makes Steve duck his own c*ck?

Anon 11 said:

hello! i’m looking for a fic where steve and bucky get stuck in like a morgue while on a mission and then have sex in it because there’s gas outside. then the rest of the team lets them out. thank you guys for all of your hard work!!!

Anon 12 said:

i read a fic a long time ago where one of them fake proposes to the other with like an onion ring as a bet? and then they move in together and one of them works at a department store and they have a pet fish and i cannot find it!

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sunlightdances · 5 years

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Here and Now

Title: Here and Now Author: Katie @sunlightdances Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Words: 1,149. A shortie. Author’s Note: I am listening to semi-sad, folk/Americana music today and was inspired to write sleepy, soft Bucky. Also my inspiration was just that I just love Bucky Barnes, thank u the end Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky or Marvel. Please don’t re-post my work anywhere without my permission!

Bucky Barnes is tired.

That kind of bone-deep, can’t-keep-your-eyes-open tired.

It’s been one thing after another. An intercepted arms deal in Manhattan that ended up being more than he and Sam could handle on their own. Rescuing the Spider Kid from getting in over his head with a cartel. A mission in Russia that absolutely kicked his ass. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. He shouldn’t have gone with the team. He knows that now, has admitted as much to Steve, but otherwise hasn’t spoken out loud about how absolutely exhausted he feels.

He needs to be alone for a few days. Needs to think. Decompress.

You’re on his mind, though.

(You usually always are.)

It’s dark and late at night, and he’s so tired he can barely get up off his seat when the Quinjet lands, but it doesn’t matter, because he hears your voice chattering outside, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips despite himself.

“Why is there a scratch on my plane?” You’re asking Clint, who grumbles good naturedly.

“Landed in the middle of a forest. What do you want from me?”

“Not to dent the hardware, Hawk.” The resident aviation mechanic, you’re awfully protective of the newest Quinjet you helped Stark add to the fleet.

Clint rolls his eyes and leaves for the common area, but Bucky barely notices, because you’ve turned those eyes on him. Your smile lights up the room, and he feels it like a punch to the chest. God, but you’re pretty.

“Sergeant Barnes,” you say, a glint in your eyes, a coy smile, like you weren’t the one pressed up against a wall in his apartment not five days ago while he kissed the breath right out of you. “Long trip?”

“And boy, are my arms tired,” he replies, grinning when you roll your eyes and groan.

“That was terrible.”

He shrugs. His palms itch to pull you into his arms, to breathe in that summer-sweet scent of your perfume, something flowery and citrusy. He doesn’t, though. Not here.

Steve claps a hand on his shoulder, giving him a wry smile as he walks past. He squeezes your shoulder, a friendly affectionate touch that makes Bucky smile, especially when he sees how you grin back at his best friend.

This family he has now… it’s weird and it’s a little broken, but it’s his, and you fit right into the puzzle of it all.

“Gotta run some diagnostics,” you tell him, voice quiet so he has to take a step closer, “Might be awhile. Meet you later?”

“You know where to find me,” Bucky says, even though the last thing he wants to do is leave you down here. He wants to be alone, sure, but ‘alone’ includes you.

He leaves you pestering Tony and Nat for letting Clint pilot instead of Sam, and he leaves the hangar with a smile on his face as he heads towards the elevators to his apartment.

A few hours later, the door makes a soft swishing noise as you let yourself in with the help of FRIDAY. Bucky’s already practically a burrito on the couch, warm sweats encasing his body and a soft blanket half-crumpled in his lap. Something mindless is on TV, and he has coffee.

“You’re never going to sleep, now.” You say, sitting too far away from him on the couch.

“Wanted something warm.” He mutters.

You frown. He hates it when you frown.

“C’mere,” he says, his voice rough, and holds up his right arm so you can slide over and position yourself just so against his side. You’re warm, and he shivers at the feeling.

“Steve says you were in Russia.”

“Steve’s a worrywart.”

You snort. “Yes, but that’s besides the point.” You shift a little so you don’t have to crane your neck so far to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?”

The words are so simple. Checking in. But it’s been so long since he’s heard someone ask them as sincerely as you. Of course there’s Steve, and Sam, and on occasion, Nat. But when you ask… he wants to be honest with you. Even if it sucks.

He slumps a little, his posture betraying his feelings. “It was-- not great. Too many memories. The facilities we took out were placed I’ve-- he’s been.”

You hum in acknowledgement. “Sounds like the worst.”

He huffs out a laugh. God, he loves the way you can take a serious situation and make it seem so trivial. He loves-- oh.

That’s new.

Well, not really. He’s thought it before, but usually it was accompanied by a not-so-healthy helping of self loathing and hours of overthinking. This time it felt so natural to think it, to know it.

He loves you.

He thinks you probably love him back.

It’s like the haze in his mind clears. He’s never going to be able to fully forget all the shit he’s seen and done. But he’s got now, right here and now, to be thankful for. To get immersed in. His friends, his family… you. Right now, right in front of him, accepting who he is and how he is, and loving him anyway.

His throat feels tight.

“Bucky?”

He kisses you before he can say something stupid. Pulls you tight against him until there’s no space between you, until the line of your bodies matches up perfectly, like he was made for you and you for him.

Blindly, he sets his coffee cup down on the table to his left and shifts to pull you fully in his arms, so you’re straddling him on the plush couch. When the kiss ends, he stays close, eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours.

“I’m just-- I’m tired.” He sighs. It feels like a huge weight off his shoulders to admit it. “I wasn’t ready for another mission. Especially not there.”

“You don’t have to talk about it.” You whisper, your voice so gentle it makes him want to tell you everything.

He doesn’t know what he ever did to deserve your kindness and affection.

He swears he’s going to spend the rest of his life earning it.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, mouth pressed lightly against your shoulder.

You lean into him even more, if that’s possible with the way you and he are so closely twined together. “Me too,” you tell him, and he wants to say it. Wants those three words to come out and wants more than anything to hear them back.

He doesn’t say it. Not yet.

He just focuses on the feeling of you here and now, in his arms, the tension of the last week seeping away with every sleepy laugh and whispered story you tell him.

He focuses. It helps, and soon he’s asleep too, lulled by the sound of your heartbeat in his ear and your warm breath fanning across his collarbone.

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generallynerdy · 5 years

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Captain Americano (Steve Rogers X Barista!Reader)

Summary: Steve Rogers is a man of habit-- same place for morning runs, same coffee shop afterwards, same order. Maybe the reason he takes such a habit to his coffee habits is because of the person behind the counter.

Requested by @pearlll09 whom i love: Hey! I hope you're having a good day! I just wanted to request a Steve/Reader where reader works at a Starbucks and Steve keeps coming in after his runs and always ends up ordering from her. You can take that in any direction you want, Idc. Thanks! You're so nice :)

Key: (Y/N) - your name, (L/N) - last name

Warnings: exercise

Word Count: 1,300

Note: pearl i love you and thank u for this request it’s so good!!! have my shitty pun for a title

Steve Rogers was well known for his work as Captain America, but those living and working around the Lincoln Memorial and Capitol Building knew him better for his morning runs. He was up before the sun and only stopped a while after it rose. He ran every morning, except for Sundays and a few days in between, which was when many assumed he was out with the Avengers.

It wasn’t rare for the captain to stop at a Starbucks a few blocks down from the Lincoln Memorial, either. Eventually, it became part of his routine, too. He would order his coffee and sit down to read a newspaper. The cafe was about to get rid of their little newspaper stand by the door, seeing as they had TVs anyway, but decided against it once they noticed the captain was actually using them.

He came in at the same time every morning, which meant that he saw a lot of the same workers. Most of them called him Captain or Cap, but some of the younger ones called him Mr. Rogers out of shyness.

One employee in particular was (Y/N) (L/N), who always happened to be working the front whenever he walked in. They knew each other pretty well, to the point where (Y/N) knew his order by heart. After all, the captain was a man of habit.

Steve Rogers stepped into that Starbucks one morning, by himself as usual, and approached the cash register, pulling out his wallet in preparation.

(Y/N) appeared from the back, cheery as she told a newbie to stop staring.

“Morning, (Y/N),” Steve smiled at her as she approached.

“Good morning, Cap!” She said with equal amount of fondness. “Same as always or are we feeling adventurous today?”

He shook his head. “You know me. I’m sentimental.”

“One Captain Americano coming right up,” she teased. She’d started calling it that after she realised that it was his regular order. “Good run today?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“You know,” she hummed, leaning onto the countertop. “One of these days you’re gonna get tired of the sunrise.”

He laughed and waved her off. “I’ll never get tired of that view. The sun peeking over before any cars are even out of the driveway? Best thing in the world.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I barely get up early enough to get to my shift on time as it is,” she joked.

The teenage newbie behind her cleared his throat and passed up a steaming cup of coffee. ‘Cap’ was written on the side in messy handwriting, like it always was. The newbie almost shook as he gave the man his coffee, making (Y/N) shoot both he and the captain an apologetic glance. Steve grabbed it, nodding his thanks.

“Hope you don’t mind being a guinea pig,” (Y/N) commented. “Newbie hasn’t made one of these yet.”

Steve shrugged and gave the kid a reassuring grin. He took a sip of the drink and didn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Even better than usual,” he complimented.

The kid walked away with a skip in his step, leaving (Y/N) behind to laugh. “That’s gonna be a story for mom, huh? Captain America said I make great coffee!”

Steve laughed with her before lifting his coffee to thank her. “See you tomorrow.”

“Have a good one,” she said, waving as he left.

“Captain America said I make great coffee!” The newbie fawned the second the captain was gone, practically shaking where he stood.

(Y/N) ruffled his hair fondly. “Yeah, yeah. Still got a few hours to go, so don’t get cocky, kiddo.”

When Sam Wilson came along, Steve didn’t change his routine. He ran the same as he always did, passing Sam repeatedly during morning runs. “On your left,” he would say. He never stopped.

After a week or so of the two men running together, Sam finally asked where he went after he was done for the morning. Steve couldn’t wait to show him. He didn’t know why he was so excited about showing him a little Starbucks on the corner of a narrow street, but he realised it the second they walked in.

He spotted (Y/N) behind the corner, passing a little old lady her tea and wishing her a good day.

“This is it, man? A coffee shop?” Sam scoffed. “I thought you went somewhere super secret or something.”

“Nope,” Steve grinned.

They approached the counter and at the sight of Steve, (Y/N) instantly brightened. “Morning, Cap,” she said before noticing Sam. “Oh, hey, you brought a friend.”

“Sam, this is (Y/N),” Steve gestured. “(Y/N), Sam Wilson.”

“Pleasure,” she grinned. “It’s about time you brought one of your avenging friends around, if you ask me.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. So she did know who he was. He couldn’t help feeling a surge of pride. Not many people recognised the Falcon on sight.

“Oh, hey,” (Y/N) suddenly said. She reached around the counter and grabbed a hot coffee from atop it, passing it to Cap. “One Captain Americano.”

Steve tilted his head. “Pre-made, huh?”

She shrugged, unable to hide a smile. “Newbie’s idea. You’re here every morning, same time, same order. Might as well be ready.” She turned to Sam. “What can I get you?”

When they got their orders respectively, they situated themselves in a booth by the window. Sam raised his eyebrows when Steve got a newspaper and skimmed through it. The younger man pulled out his phone and read the news. They started talking after a while, having worn off the exhaustion from their morning run.

“Nat says you refuse any blind dates,” Sam teased. “C’mon, man. You still got game, don’t you?”

“I’ve got game, or whatever,” Steve huffed. “Just don’t like the idea of blind dates.”

“What about that girl downstairs in the compound? She’s cute,” Sam suggested.

Steve shook his head, glancing at the counter, where (Y/N) rushed back and forth, passing six coffee cups to a sleep-deprived high schooler. “I’ve got somebody else in mind.”

Sam followed his gaze and chuckled. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” he hummed, taking another sip of his drink.

“Dude, ten bucks says it takes you a week to get up the courage.”

At his challenge, Steve tilted his coffee further, chugging the whole thing. He put it down on the table afterwards, rubbed his hands together, and stood, starting toward the now nonexistent line.

(Y/N) turned at his approach and smiled. “Something else you guys need?”

“Just a quick question,” he said as sweetly as he could. “When does your shift end?”

Instantly, she turned red, but couldn’t wipe that familiar grin off her face. It made Steve’s heart flip in his chest. “Ten-ish,” she stammered.

The captain had never seen her this flustered-- he thought it was adorable. “Do you wanna get brunch? Maybe take a walk?”

“I’d love that,” she said.

Steve said his goodbyes and sauntered back over to Sam, who was already pulling out ten bucks. He passed it to him slyly, not wanting to give (Y/N) the wrong idea of why they were exchanging money.

Meanwhile, the newbie in the back was teasing her.

“You have a date with Captain America! Captain America!” He cried. “Boss is gonna kill you if you break his heart!”

She shoved him. “I won’t, genius. Now shut up and earn your salary, would you? I can’t be the only one working around here.”

But (Y/N) couldn’t help one last glance at the captain as he left. He turned and waved at her briefly, a silly smile painting his expression. It sent butterflies into her stomach and she had to glance away, face flushed.

“Now who’s not working!?”

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cptn-stvngrntrgrs · 5 years

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post snap romanogers prompt pls! a little angsty from the start then fluff in the end and please include a bruce/natasha closure (not many people write about them) angsty but fluff all the way!

+ Detailed Romanogers Endgame Trailer please maybe add a plot twist (secretly a couple or married) we need a lot of these!

omg hello anon(s), sorry this took so long! too much schoolwork!! i wanted to get this out before endgame so please enjoy this! + the two prompts were very similar so i decided to combine them! THANKS for the prompts!

Title: where else would i be?

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

They might be heroes, but they’re still just human after all. Steve and Natasha deal with the aftermath of the snap.

angst, post-IW, i tried to put as much fluff as i can in respect to the current situation

Steve woke up, his chest heaving, and covered in sweat. He sat up abruptly, feeling the world spin around him. Digging the heels of palm into his eyes, he rested his back on the headboard and weakly peered an eye open to look at the time. 3:27 am. His face felt sticky and swollen - probably from all the crying and lack of sleep as they tried to comprehend what just happened. So it wasn’t just a dream, he thought. It’s been less than 36 hours since the “Snap”, as they ruefully call it. In just a literal snap, Steve’s life came tumbling. He lost Bucky, again, Sam, and so much more. They lost half the universe. They lost. If only he- Steve shook his head. He could’ve done so much to prevent Thanos, but alas, it wouldn’t have been enough. His own efforts weren’t enough.

Sighing deeply again, he looked down on the lump next to him. Natasha looks so peaceful when she sleeps, though her forehead was scrunched up, just like she was thinking in a mission or she’s upset about something. Steve reached down and gently rubbed the crease in her forehead, making her more relaxed in her sleep. Despite everything, Steve let out a small smile, and slowly stood up the bed, trying to make less sounds and movements as possible as to not wake her. This has been the first time they all had actual sleep since they went to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision.

He made his way to the kitchen to drink some milk. It took him multiple times to get the right switch on - he’s stayed at T’Challa’s for numerous times already but his mind is just not with him that time. It felt weird, walking around Wakanda like this, especially knowing that he’s partially responsible for bringing the fight here. Although no one has outright said it, Steve does blame himself for that. He underestimated Thanos and his mission, but he just couldn’t bare the thought of losing Vision if there’s a way to save him. He didn’t want Wanda to lose that one thing that’s helping her stay sane, he-. Steve stopped his thoughts in its tracks. He just knew that he has to make this right and that he has a lot of apologizing to do.

Steve took the glass of warm milk with him and stood by the window overlooking Wakanda. It’s dark so there isn’t much to see, but still, through the fog, he can see it - the destruction, the fight’s after effects. He shut his eyes tightly, took a sip of milk, and focused on happy memories. He stood here with Bucky when he was first out of cryo - helping him remember who he is, talking about the good ol’ days. When he got to talk to his best friend about the 1930s like it was just yesterday.

Steve sniffed, feeling a whole new wave of emotion about to overtake him. That was until he felt two arms around his waist, hands clasped on top of his abdomen. He felt Natasha rest her head on his back and heard her inhale deeply. “Please don’t leave me,” her voice was quiet, but it resonated in the dark room, and Steve’s heart ached. The rest of the team - those of them who are left - had an unspoken rule of not leaving each other alone. They were scared, paranoid even, since they weren’t sure if that elimination of the snap was really over. Seeing someone they love disappear in front of their eyes, and into literal thin air, has been really traumatizing.

Steve set the glass down on the windowsill and turned around to envelope Natasha in his arms. She settled into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Steve used his thumb to gently rub circles on her back, a motion that he noticed really helped calm her down.

“I’ll never, ever, leave you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He remembered the moments after the snap, seeing Bucky turn to dust in front of him and Vision into a lifeless machine. He remembered the panic that numbed him, not knowing where Natasha was. But he was paralyzed, unable to move and comprehend what really happened. He wanted to run, to scream for her name just to make sure that she’s alive, but he couldn’t. And only when Natasha ran back to them - to him - that he felt that he actually lived. Steve could feel the remnants of that sheer panic and he hugged her a little bit tighter because even now, he’s still thanking his lucky stars that he has her in his arms.

–

“I thought I lost you too,” Steve broke the silence between them. They went back to their room after Steve finished his milk but neither of them could sleep.

“Hm?” Natasha hummed, blinking her eyes sleepily. She was curled into his side, his arms around her. She feels a little bit warm from the heat he’s emitting but she learned to get used to it, and besides, he feels like a very warm comfortable blanket.

“After the snap. I didn’t see you right away and I got scared,” Steve explained, voice low. Natasha peeks up at him. His eyes are glued to the ceiling but he’s absentmindedly playing with her. Even in the darkness, she could still make out the sparkle in his eyes and the threat of tears that come with them.

Natasha stayed silent, not really knowing what to say. She felt the same thing - fear, panic, and everything in between. But this is the first time Steve opened up about what happened. They spent the past days and a half scouring for ways to undo the snap, for ways to fight Thanos. Doing damage control, looking for people. There was no time for emotional talks, although everyone’s puffy and red eyes do speak for themselves.

“When Bucky disappeared… I lost him again… Then so many more followed, and I-” Steve’s voice broke and he cleared his throat. “And I thought you were one of them…” he continued. He shifted, flinging an arm over his eyes. Natasha pressed a soft kiss on his chest but, her reminder that she’s still there. “I was so scared and a million thoughts flew through my mind but my main focus was you, Nat, I couldn’t lose you. You’re the most important person in my life and god knows what I’ll do if you were one of them.” Natasha’s heart ache and she teared up at that.

She sat up and propped herself on top of Steve, her elbows on either side of him, holding herself up. He moved his arm away from his eyes and she cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears. “Steve, I’m here, I’ll never leave you,” she assured him and leaned down to kiss him.

Steve smiled into the kiss and Natasha felt him relax under her. She pulled back for a little bit to rest her forehead over his and closed her eyes. “Good, because I can’t live without you.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle, pecking his lips one more time. “God you’re cheesy.”

“I’m just being honest,” Steve reasoned. Natasha shifted and lowered herself so she can once again use Steve’s chest as a pillow. She learned this is the best place to be if she wants to sleep well, especially when they were at uncomfortable motels after missions.

“You’re always honest,” she mumbled, hoping Steve would catch her point. And judging by the way his chest vibrated from his laugh, she’s certain that he did.

–

The next day was planned to be a lowkey day. Instead of spending it by crazily trying to figure out the move against Thanos, they decided to try a calmer approach. Besides, they were waiting for Fury’s “contact”, who’s supposed to arrive soon. They hope.

Natasha and Steve decided to take a break from monitoring Thanos’s actions by playing video games on the couch in the living room. Although there were enough couches for the two of them to comfortably sit in, they just had to be attached at the hip in one couch, with Natasha practically tucked under Steve. Their legs are tangled together and stretched out in front of them as their focus are on their games. They were giggling to themselves and completely in their own bubble.

Rhodey and Okoye were drinking coffee by the kitchen islanda and watching the two of them. Okoye then looked at Rhodey with raised eyebrows, tipping her mug towards the two, as if to ask, “what’s with them?” but Rhodey just shrugged. He suspected there might be something going on there but he was never exclusively told so. However, the scene in front of him gives him more than enough evidence to prove his conclusion.

Bruce walked in the room, having just woken up, and rubbing his eyes. He stopped halfway in and stared at Steve and Natasha, who were both engrossed in their game that they didn’t notice the doctor sauntering in. Rhodey’s eyes widened at seeing Bruce all but stare at the couple on the couch. He looked plastered in his place and Rhodey internally winced. “Doctor Banner, you’re up!” He called out, which seemed to snap Banner out of staring at the two.

He saw Steve’s and Natasha’s head shoot up and scan the room, eyes landing on Bruce four feet away from them. The room stilled and an awkward silence came upon them. Okoye looked between Bruce, Natasha, and Steve and frowned. She had a weird feeling about this….

“Care to have some breakfast? You could just let us know what you want and one of the chefs, uh, I mean, the chef can make it,” Rhodey offered, breaking the silence. Bruce looked at him, and blinked, looking confused.

“U-uh, y-yeah, yeah, um, give me a second, I forgot something in my room…” Bruce trailed off and went back through the way he came in.

Steve and Natasha looked at each other quietly. Rhodey watched them intently, knowing that the two are having some kind of freaky telepathic conversation that people who know each other well seem to be able to do. After a few more moments of starring, Natasha untangled herself from Steve and stood up, following Bruce, as Rhodey can only assume. Steve looked at him and Okoye, ears turning red, and offered them a sheepish smile. Rhodey smiled back and took a sip of his coffee, making a face at Okoye’s confused look.

–Natasha knocked on Bruce’s open bedroom door, seeing him pace back and forth into the room. “Uh, hey Bruce, can we talk?”

Bruce all but jumped up in surprise, blinking at her for a second before nodding wordlessly. He sat on the edge of his bed and Natasha looked around, grabbing a chair and setting it in front of him for her to sit on. She would sit next to him but… awkward….

“Um, I know it’s been a while, and the last I saw you you were, uh…” Natasha trailed off, looking at him and hoping for him to continue, but Bruce can only nod. “Yeah.. and we looked for you but we just couldn’t find you. Tony has worked tirelessly to track the quinjet but it seemed like you just disappeared.”

Bruce cleared his throat and let out a puff of hair. “Oh.. yeah. Um. The quinjet brought me to Sakaar,” Natasha furrowed her brows in confusion and Bruce waved a hand, “long story, I can explain later with Thor’s help.”

“Okay… well, you know, um, that’s been kind of a few years ago. Steve and I trained the New Avengers. Then eventually, I think you kinda know about how Tony and Steve had a fallout, and long-story short, the team broke up, Steve, Sam, and I went rogue, fighting the battles that the team should be fighting, but couldn’t. And you know… in the process of it,” Natasha glanced at Bruce, who was staring intently at her, but she looked away again, “Steve and I… got together.”

Natasha looked back at Bruce, trying to judge his reaction. He remained speechless, but he smiled after a while. “Wait, were you scared of telling me this?” he asked. Natasha frowned and shrugged. “Nat, hey, I know we had a…” he paused, trying to look for the right words, “thing. But that’s okay, it’s in the past. I know you all thought I was dead. It would be selfish of me to ask for you to wait. I’m glad you moved on, and with Steve too. I can tell he might have had feelings for you since back then.” Bruce explained.

Natasha processed what he just said and blinked at him. “Really?” she asked, to which Bruce nodded. “Wow,” she blew out a breath and chuckled. “I thought you’d be upset.” Bruce shook his head.

“Like I said, it’s been a while. You guys are my friends, my family, of course I wouldn’t be upset.” he reassured. They stood up and gave each other a brief hug before walking back to the living room.

Once there, they found Thor and Rocket already awake, eating breakfast at the table with Rhodey and Okoye. Steve was taking something out from the fridge and he glanced at Natasha and Bruce and back to her. He raised his eyebrows and she gave him a smile, in which he reciprocated towards her and Bruce.

Natasha sat down on the seat across from Thor, and Steve took the seat next to her shortly, after preparing her coffee and setting it down in front of her. She took it and gave him a thankful smile. Steve reached for the bread basket in front of them and put a freshly toasted bagel on Natasha’s plate as she sips her coffee and checks the message she just received.

Steve just finished putting cream cheese on one of the slices of Natasha’s bagel and was reaching for the other one when Thor, who was quietly chewing on a piece of plain bread rolls, let out a noise. “Hmm.” Natasha and Steve looked up at the people around the table. Being so engrossed in their own routine - their own world - they didn��t notice that the small chatter died down and everyone was looking at them. Thor narrowed his eyes and looked back-and-forth between the two, “How long have you been fancying each other?” he bluntly asked.

Steve looked at him with wide eyes but Natasha just smiled. “It’s been a while,” she answered calmly.

Thor thought about it for a moment before nodding wisely to himself and grinned. “I like it!”

Steve smiled shyly and glanced at Natasha, meeting her eyes. They could hear each other thinking, We like it, too.

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like waves crashing into me (1,998)

PAIRING: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

RATING: teen and up audiences

TAGS: canon compliant; future fic; pro volleyball player oikawa; national player oikawa; engineer iwaizumi; pining iwaizumi; feelings realization; getting together; first kiss; fluff

read on AO3 or under the cut

Iwaizumi blinks at his screen a few times, then rereads the profile.

Setter 及川徹 OIKAWA, Tooru

Chuo University 3rd Year

1994/07/20

186cm/78kg

He did it. He really did it. Oikawa made the national team. While still attending university no less.

Iwaizumi smiles, nods, then closes the tab. The two of them weren’t really in contact anymore. Oikawa was accepted into Chuo, so of course he went. He had to pursue his dream. And Iwaizumi was at the Shibaura Institute of Technology, studying engineering. They were bound to become different people.

They talked almost daily at the start of uni, but then Iwaizumi found his passion and stopped playing collegiate volleyball. It wasn’t the only thing holding them together, but with Iwaizumi getting busier with study and Oikawa spending more time on the court, there were fewer opportunities, until there were none at all.

After spending two years on the Omiya campus, Iwaizumi was now at the Toyosu campus for his last two years. That’s in Tokyo. He knows Oikawa is here too, but by the time Iwaizumi moved, they were distant already. It felt awkward to reach out.

That doesn’t stop him from reading about him, though. Iwaizumi brings up the page again to look at the image of Oikawa.

It’s been two years since he saw him last, yet he still has that same stupid hairstyle, that playful smirk on his lips. He looks good. The red suits him. He zeroes in on a statistic, and scowls. Oikawa’s taller too. And even though Iwaizumi also grew, passing the one-eighty mark to settle at 181cm, they’re still five centimetres apart. He wonders whether they’ve stayed the same after all.

Iwaizumi exits the page for a second time then goes about his business, except the news stays in the back of his mind. He thinks of his childhood friend, more than usual, and considers sending a message of congratulations. That’s just courtesy, right?

It’s Oikawa who texts him first, weeks later. Iwaizumi only sees it after class, and widens his eyes at the name on the screen. He stops completely once he actually reads the words.

Shittykawa (10:41 AM)⠀hey, iwa-chan! (if this is still your number) (10:41 AM)⠀it’s oikawa (10:43 AM)⠀so i’ve got tickets to the asian vball champ finals (10:43 AM)⠀@ yoyogi nat. stadium (10:43 AM)⠀it’s in like 3 days so i’m sorry abt the late notice but (10:44 AM)⠀well. do u wanna come? (10:44 AM)⠀i know we haven’t talked in a while but u were always by my side and i thought it might be something you’d like to see

Iwaizumi’s amused. He finds it interesting that Oikawa didn’t explicitly mention he made the team, as if he thought Iwaizumi didn’t know, like he wasn’t keeping up with the progress. He seems humbler, Iwaizumi thinks. More mature.

It does something to Iwaizumi’s heart, thinking about seeing Oikawa, but he ignores it as he sends his reply.

You (12:04 PM)⠀Of course. (12:04 PM)⠀Idiotkawa. You don’t even have to ask. (12:08 PM)⠀Congrats on making the national team (12:08 PM)⠀And good luck. I know you’ll make it to the finals

To Iwaizumi’s surprise, Oikawa responds almost immediately. It makes his skin buzz; the sensation lasts long after the vibration stops.

Shittykawa (12:09 PM)⠀thankyouu~~ (12:09 PM)⠀i’ll send the ticket now (12:09 PM)⠀c u soon!

Oikawa doesn’t text him again, and Iwaizumi knows why—he’s in the middle of a tournament—but he’s still disappointed. It also makes him more nervous than he would’ve been, as he waits outside the stadium for Oikawa. It’s stupid, but he doesn’t know how to talk to his old best friend. He doesn’t know how well they’ll get along.

The thinking was all for naught, Iwaizumi realises once he sees Oikawa. Or, well, Oikawa spots him first. There’s a tap on his shoulder that makes him jump, and when he turns, he’s staring into honey eyes.

His smile is just as sweet, genuine, and Iwaizumi’s lost in the sight of it. Then, Oikawa smirks, and the image is shattered.

“Hello there, Mr Bionics. Or should I say, ‘Mr Too-Good-For-Volleyball’?”

It riles Iwaizumi up, brings back a familiar feeling, and he wonders why he thought things would be different.

“I— You know about that?”

“You’re not the only one who does his research, Iwa-chan.” The nickname rolls off Oikawa’s tongue, and it’s like they were never apart.

Iwaizumi used to cringe at the name, but he relishes in the sound of it now—it’s music to his ears. He still rolls his eyes in response though, which makes Oikawa laugh and catches Iwaizumi off guard.

He’s so carefree, so relaxed. It’s not that he wasn’t before, but there’s something different about it, like volleyball is no longer his only purpose. He’s grown into himself.

It makes the butterflies in Iwaizumi’s stomach flutter.

As they head inside the stadium, their shoulders occasionally bump together. Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa’s doing it on purpose, but when he looks at him, the national player only stares ahead. Their hands are really close too, if Iwaizumi makes the slightest movement he could link their pinkies. He doesn’t, but it’s invigorating.

Just being near Oikawa gives him this energy, makes him feel like he could conquer the world.

The realisation settles during the final rally. Iwaizumi had always known Oikawa was majestic, but watching him from the sidelines? That’s something else.

He’s completely awestruck as he observes the man on the court, elegant lines and perfect form as he tosses to the spiker who slams the ball down.

It gets them their match point, and the stadium erupts. The team piles on top of each other, celebrating their new title, while the audience cheers and claps. Iwaizumi’s amongst the thousands giving them a standing ovation. He’s in the front row, so close to the court, and it’s taking everything in him to not jump over the barrier to congratulate Oikawa.

Once the commotion settles, the two teams exchange handshakes, and the Japanese team lines up to do their bows. Iwaizumi keeps his eyes on Oikawa, who’s standing tall, and smiles proudly. As the captain thanks the spectators, Oikawa spots him.

He looks at Iwaizumi; stares right at him.

And everything vanishes.

It’s like he has tunnel vision.

All the sounds are drowned out; all the people are gone. The arena is empty, save for the two of them.

Time seems to move in slow motion, as Oikawa lowers his upper body, and fuck Iwaizumi wasn’t even playing but he’s having a hard time breathing. Then, Oikawa lifts his head slightly to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes.

And he’s gone.

The fact Iwaizumi has feelings for Oikawa doesn’t shock him. The fact it comes as a rush, like waves crashing into him, of every moment they’ve spent together, of everything Iwaizumi has ever felt about Oikawa, overwhelms him, but then it subdues. It recedes, and leaves Iwaizumi drenched, filled with this emotion that makes him whole. His breath catches after, and Oikawa notices. There’s recognition in his eyes, he takes a full-body breath, and Iwaizumi realises it’s mutual. He doesn’t know how long Oikawa’s been waiting for this moment, but he doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Surprisingly, neither of them bring it up when they meet afterwards. Even when Oikawa invites Iwaizumi to his hotel room, the topic isn’t mentioned. On their way over, they stop to eat ramen, and make small talk.

“Are you sure you should be eating that?” Iwaizumi gestures with his chopsticks.

“Come on! I just won the Asian Volleyball Championships!” Oikawa talks with his mouth full, already on his third bowl. Iwaizumi shouldn’t find it so endearing, but he does.

“Why aren’t you celebrating with your teammates?”

Oikawa simply shrugs, mumbling into his food, “Wanted to celebrate with you.”

Heat makes its way up Iwaizumi’s neck to his face, and he pretends it’s from his meal. He’s not fooling anyone, but it’s comforting to know that Oikawa’s just as shy.

“So, number 14, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Any reason?”

There’s a pause before Oikawa responds this time. “They’re our numbers. 1 and 4. I wanted to honour that, I guess.”

Iwaizumi just stares at Oikawa, at a loss for words. The other man doesn’t seem to notice, too intent on finishing his noodles. Iwaizumi watches him eat, lost in his thoughts.

Once Oikawa’s done, he lifts his head, and freezes when he meets Iwaizumi’s eyes. His cheeks are full, there’s some broth dribbling down his chin, and Iwaizumi chuckles before wiping it away. They both kind of stop short at that, but recover quickly. Iwaizumi gets up first, pays for the two of them despite Oikawa’s protests, and they leave the restaurant.

It’s mostly silent between them after, and in the hotel elevator they’re alone, which would be the perfect opportunity for… things, but they stand apart.

“I still play, by the way.” Iwaizumi hates that it’s become somewhat awkward. “I joined the neighbourhood team. I don’t think I’m ‘too good’ for the sport.”

Oikawa looks over at him and smiles tenderly. “I know. It was a joke.” Iwaizumi just nods, and prays they make it to the room soon. He doesn’t know whether he can handle this tension for much longer.

As soon as Iwaizumi’s foot leaves the corridor, Oikawa shuts the door and pushes him against it. There’s virtually no distance between them, it can’t be helped that Iwaizumi’s eyes flit to Oikawa’s lips. He’s practically eye level with them.

When Iwaizumi finally looks up at Oikawa, he sees hunger in his eyes. He sees the intensity that’s present before he serves, or while he waits to receive. He feels a shiver down his spine.

“Can I finally kiss you now?”

Iwaizumi gives the slightest nod, and Oikawa’s mouth is on his. It’s not rough like he expected. Oikawa presses against him gently, one arm resting above his head, and the other under his chin. Iwaizumi tilts his head up, arches his back, and Oikawa snakes an arm around his waist. Iwaizumi loops his arms around Oikawa’s neck, clings onto him, and deepens the kiss.

Still, it’s not rushed, it’s not haste. They take their time, memorising every detail, committing every touch to memory.

When they pull apart, they just end up going back for more, until Iwaizumi accidentally bites Oikawa’s bottom lip too hard because he’s being tickled. He’s horrified, frantically checks he hasn’t drawn blood, while Oikawa throws his head back and laughs. Iwaizumi huffs and turns away, crossing his arms. Oikawa brought this onto himself.

Once Oikawa’s recovered, he takes both of Iwaizumi’s hands, and just holds them. Iwaizumi looks at him again, and finds all the playfulness gone.

“I’m glad this happened at home.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t think it would be this nice, if it happened in a foreign country.”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi nods, “I get what you mean.”

“But hey,” Oikawa swings Iwaizumi’s hands, “we have plenty of opportunities for that later.”

“You going to take me to all your games?” Iwaizumi teases.

“Of course,” Oikawa smirks.

“Front row seats?”

“Nothing but the best for my Hajime.”

Iwaizumi shrinks against the door, completely flustered. He’s overcome with emotion, he doesn’t know how he can go on. When he sees Oikawa’s shit-eating grin though, it helps him recover. He steps out under him and towards the bed.

“Crappykawa.”

“What?! I’m like, your boyfriend now!”

The word makes Iwaizumi blush, and he pauses.

“Fine. But this is the only time I’ll ever say this. Handsomekawa.”

Iwaizumi’s completely blindsided by Oikawa, who tackles him onto the bed. He can’t find it in himself to be mad though, not when Oikawa’s pressing kisses over every inch of his body. He tries to catch his lips, and when he finally does, he has no intentions of ever letting go.

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