#tony and pepper fighting is both of them clashing until one just gives in and changes their mind on a dime so the problem resolves

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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIPPED SAMTONY TOO!!! another oneeee #13 "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." for samtony

samtony is a very pure ship 😌 thank you for sending a prompt, and I hope you like it!

It starts on a perfectly average Tuesday morning.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Sam pants out, folding himself in half with his hands on his knees. “Every damn time I say it's the last time, and every damn time here we are again.”

Bucky claps a hand on his back and almost knocks him over with one touch. “Maybe you're a masochist, Sammy.”

Sam feebly flips him off, walking off the elevator on jelly legs. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You let Tony call you that,” Bucky points out, following him towards the kitchen.

"I actually like him. We're friends."

“That's offensive. I'm literally your best friend. Your favorite person. The Abbott to your Costello. The Tom to your Jerry. The Lucy to your Ethel.”

Sam snorts, “You're not even my favorite hundred year old man in this building. Also, if anyone’s the Lucy here, it’s me.”

Bucky scoffs, but whatever retort he had coming cuts off when they enter the kitchen. “Oh, damn, are those banana pancakes?”

He reaches for one on the top of the stack, and Tony slaps his hand away with the spatula. “Where are your manners, Barnes?”

“You’ve got like ten there,” Bucky whines. “Why can’t I have one?”

“You can have one when it’s your turn.”

Bucky gives him a dramatic pout that has no effect, and Sam laughs at the scene as he collapses into the stool next to Nat at the peninsula. She gives him a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip at the complete lack of grace.

Tony flits through the kitchen, exchanging lighthearted quips with Bucky as he goes. He has on an apron that Clint gave him at Christmas last year, covered in snowflakes and purple hearts with arrows through them in a mimicry of an ugly Christmas sweater pattern. Underneath it is a t-shirt dotted with Captain America shields, and the sweatpants have a cartoon version of the War Machine suit on the thigh. As usual, all of the colors clash.

A mug of coffee is placed in front of Sam with a small smile before Tony returns to the stove, and Sam is still drinking the first sip when he comes back with a plate of pancakes for him, topped with just the right amount of syrup and a dollop of whipped cream. Tony’s gone again before he can even finish saying thank you.

“Why is it his turn before me?” Bucky complains, and Sam laughs again through his first mouthful at how petulant he sounds.

“I like him the best,” Tony says, sending a wink Sam’s way. “And they’re for him, anyway. Your favorite, right?”

Sam’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. He doesn’t remember telling him that. “Uh, yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

Tony shrugs, “I pay attention.”

He hands Bucky a plate of pancakes with another jab at his lack of patience, and the moment passes as quickly as it came, but it keeps happening after that.

Tony pays attention to him.

Maybe it was happening all along, before that morning with the pancakes, but just too subtle for Sam to take notice at first. Now that he has, though, he sees it all the time.

The next is just a few days later, when Tony knocks on his door holding a small, nondescript black box.

“What’s this for?” Sam asks, taking it from Tony’s hand. He doesn’t get an answer before he opens the lid to a simple, leather-banded watch. It’s nothing overtly expensive, nothing that screams ‘gift from a billionaire,’ but it is exactly something Sam would have chosen for himself.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you,” Tony says simply. “Figured it would go well with that suit Pepper picked for you for the gala tomorrow night.”

Later, Sam will realize that Pepper had nothing to do with the suit choice that fit him perfectly, but for now he runs a thumb over the dark brown leather and says, “Yeah, it will. Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” Tony replies, and he lingers in the doorway for a while longer, lower lip between his teeth. Sam is about to ask if there was something else he came here for when Tony claps his hands together and says, “Well, I should get going. Workshop things to do and all that. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He disappears quickly, and that becomes part of it, too. Never dwelling on it when he does something just for Sam. Fleeing if he can, but sometimes staying when that’s what Sam needs instead.

“You look exhausted,” Tony says, and Sam manages a grumble from where he’s slumped on the living room couch, rubbing a hand over his bruised abdomen.

The mission took longer than either him or Bucky expected, and the fights were more intense. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out type of deal. Infiltrate the base, take out the lower level minions, and apprehend the leaders. But the intel wasn’t as accurate as they were hoping, and there were nearly double the number of enemies than predicted. No major injuries for either of them, but he’ll be sore for at least a few days. Bucky’s cuts and bruises healed on the way home.

Sam doesn’t notice that Tony left until he comes back with ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. He places the ice right on the worst spot over his ribs, holding it there until Sam replaces his hand with his own.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tony remarks. “You should probably head up to bed. You’ll feel even worse if you fall asleep here, trust me on that one.”

It’s somewhere past midnight, Sam knows, but even with how tired his body is, his mind is still wide awake. The mission replays in his mind. Every faulty move, every chance to do better, every little detail both good and bad.

Sam shakes his head, “Not ready for bed yet.”

Tony takes the seat next to him, leaving an inch of space between them. “J, turn on the Saints game from yesterday.”

Sam smiles a little and asks, “Do you even like football?”

“It’s not the worst sport,” Tony replies vaguely. He settles back into the cushions and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yeah, what’s the best?”

Completely serious, Tony says, “Ping pong.”

Sam laughs, “That’s not a real sport. Pick something else.”

“Of course it’s real. It’s in the Olympics and everything,” Tony grins. “Give me one good reason it’s not a sport.”

“Alright, fine, maybe it’s real, but there’s no way it’s your favorite.”

Tony shrugs, “It’s entertaining sometimes. The professionals get really into it. There’s an awful lot of grunting involved.”

They stay up for a while longer, talking about nothing of importance, and Tony slowly shifts closer to him until that bit of distance is gone. His arm presses up against him, and Sam starts to have a hard time keeping his eyes open, it seems only natural to rest his head against Tony’s shoulder.

“You can go to bed,” Sam murmurs. “You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony whispers back.

Sam does regret it a bit when he wakes up on the couch in the morning with a sore back, but there’s a fresh mug of coffee already waiting for him on the table, still warm and exactly how he likes it, and he smiles to himself anyway. That night is a shift to something different, and he knows it right away.

He starts to pay more attention to Tony’s interactions with everyone else, just in case he’s part of the rule and not the exception. Generosity is one of Tony’s best traits, but even so it tends to extend even further to him. More personal and frequent.

“So there’s this place in Brooklyn that claims to have the most authentic cajun cuisine outside of New Orleans. Want to come with me? Tell me if it’s true?”

It isn’t true, and Tony comes to him the next day with another one, until they’re on a quest together to find one that doesn’t make Sam miss home after just one bite. It takes them all over the city and into Jersey once or twice, and Sam doesn’t point out that Tony doesn’t even seem to like crawfish, no matter where it comes from. He doesn’t want it to be over if he does.

“This is pretty close,” Sam says. He thinks it might be place number eleven, but he lost count a while back. “Could use a little more spice, but at least they didn’t try to add their own spin to it.”

Tony’s watery eyes widen. “This isn’t spicy enough for you?”

Sam grins and shakes his head. “Remind me to bring you with me the next time I go home. You won’t know what hit you.”

Tony’s face does something complicated at that, before it settles on a soft smile. “Yeah, that would be fun.”

Sam fully gets it then, what exactly it all means, but he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do about it yet. Tony has taken up residence in a place in his heart that he wasn’t sure was capable of opening up anymore. He did it so easily, sneaking in like a thief in the night and catching Sam unaware.

Now the sound of Tony’s laugh makes his stomach flip. He seeks it out, telling him stupid stories and jokes to make it happen more. He stares a little too much to catch glimpses of his smile, and now he can see just how often Tony looks back.

It isn’t subtle anymore, this thing between them. Lingering looks, too long touches, and every quiet gesture all build up. Bucky teases him and Natasha gives him knowing looks. Steve tells him that he hopes they make each other happy, and Sam doesn’t tell him that nothing has happened between them like that. They’re still just friends, and they don’t talk about what any of it means.

“Do you want to see a movie with me tonight? There’s that weird one with the killer robots playing downtown,” Sam suggests, and neither of them say anything when Tony slips his hand into his in the darkness of the theater. It goes unmentioned, too, when Sam holds tight after Tony almost lets go when they reach the sidewalk afterwards.

It’s another late night when the last piece finally falls into place.

Sam is nursing bruised ribs again after another mission that turned a little sideways through no one’s fault. He’s still sweaty, dirt under his fingernails and dried blood caked around a shallow cut on his cheek, but Sam still asks JARVIS in the elevator to take him to wherever Tony is. It isn’t as surprising as it should be that Tony is waiting for him on the edge of Sam’s bed.

He stands there patiently while Tony looks him over, and he looks his fill in return. It’s strange how days away from him feel longer now. His balance is off center until Tony is around to set him right again.

“I missed you,” Sam murmurs, and Tony smiles softly.

“You were only gone a couple of days,” he points out, but Sam knows now that it’s his way of saying that he missed him just as much.

Normally, Sam would let it move on from here. Tony would lead him into the bathroom, gently clean up his scrapes, and click his tongue at every bruise. It would end with them on the couch, Sam’s head in Tony’s lap or vice versa, depending on what mood it takes. Sometimes he wants to hold Tony and remember that he survived another fight so he could come home to this, and sometimes he needs to be held to forget about everything else that was lost along the way.

But tonight he reaches out to grasp Tony’s hip, and he draws him in a little closer. The room is dimly lit, and each shadow on Tony’s face is accentuated. Sam can’t remember quite the first time he looked at him and thought the word ‘beautiful,’ but it’s all he’s thinking now.

“You love me,” Sam says. “For a long time now, right?”

Tony nods, and he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, careful not to hold too tight. “You caught up eventually. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”

Sam smiles, cupping Tony’s face in one palm and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. “How long were you expecting?”

“Maybe never,” Tony admits. “I would’ve kept trying, though.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Sam asks, because nothing more needs to be said for now. They both already know.

“How about every night?”

Sam leans in slowly, murmuring against his lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

#samtony #ironfalcon #ironfalcon fic #my writing #my fic #prompt fill #tony stark #sam wilson #warmachinesocks

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PGATW Part 3

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Georgia coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha.

Word Count: 2.5K

Check out my main post for links to the rest of the parts. Two parts in one day cause why not.

Fifteen minutes past the hour mark, everyone was finally in the common area. You had your large, musty green duffle bag and your dinosaur backpack ready to go at your feet, as well as your apple juice and chocolate croissant in hand. Natasha and Wanda rolled their eyes at you when they walked in and saw your breakfast choices, but you just laughed.

They both shared one big black duffle bag, as well as their own backpacks. Nat had black jean shorts and a tight red top, while Wanda had on black sweats and a white sweatshirt. You had on black cargo pants with a black spaghetti strap top so that your dino pack didn't clash with your outfit. That was very important to you.

While you were focused on your croissant, Wanda leans down over you behind the couch. "You were looking really hot until I noticed that kids pack you have there, Talia."

You turned to her, offended that she criticized your friend. "His name is Pablo, Wanda."

"No, don't worry," she smiled and returned to whisper next to your ear. "It's just cute now." You grumbled in response, even though you liked the endearment. You turn to offer a bad comeback to the Sokovian, but Tony beats you to any talking.

"Alright, Avengers. I guess you might like to know where this island is, but seeing as we're 15 minutes late, I don't care. There's a bus in the garage to take us to the upstate campus to get our flight out of here. Get there." Everyone was slightly surprised to see how organized Tony was, but nonetheless they all headed to the elevator. "Suitcases under the bus unless they're carry ons! And no teleporting, Talia!"

Without a second thought, you turned immediately to Peter.

"BUS BUDDIES!" The two of you ran to hug before a voice stopped you.

"Actually, I was hoping I could sit with Peter," Natasha said as the large group waited for the even larger elevator, most people not really paying attention to the conversation. You looked at Natasha and Wanda who both acted like everything was normal, and then at Peter who clearly had no idea what was going on.

"Uh... ok?" You were confused, but Nat looked rather confident in herself, so you didn't fight it.

"Just for the bus ride, Talia." She added, everyone now stepping into the elevator. "You can have him back after. I just wanna get to know him a bit since we didn't spend too much time together during the SRP." She smiled.

"No- yeah that's totally cool. "I guess that leaves me with Wanda, then?" You looked at the Sokovian.

"I would love to sit with you, Talia." Your cheeks tinged at the accent again as you returned a warm look to the Avenger.

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Finally, after enough struggle, the bus was pulling out of the tower garage and onto the open streets of the city. You requested a window seat, which Wanda happily gave, but Peter and Natasha were too far in the back for you two to converse with.

"Why did Nat want to sit with Peter so bad?" You begin.

"To be honest with you Talia, I actually suggested that Natasha sit with Peter. I think it would be better for the details to be re-told through him, though. Sorry if you don't like secrets, and I can tell you now, I just think there is a better way to approach the topic, and that is through him." She sighed, and you tried your best to understand.

"Alright I guess. I mean I trust you... so I will leave it at that. The drive isn't that bad anyways."

"I admire the way you think, Talia." The accent makes your toes curl again, and the Sokovian pauses. "You like it when I say your name, don't you?" You turn to meet eyes, face red. "Talia?" Your stomach turns and all you can do is hum in response. "Admit that you like it."

"Shut up."

"Ok." Wanda closes her mouth and faces the front of the bus.

"Wait- no- i didn't mean stop talking..."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I just- i meant stop teasing me."

Wanda laughed. "There's nothing wrong with liking my accent, Talia. It's cute." You smile.

"Thanks... I think." You blush.

"Alright so..." She starts a new conversation. "Tell me about yourself." This catches you off guard.

"Huh?" You scrunch up your face and Wanda laughs.

"C'mon, Talia! Tell me about yourself! I already know that you love dinosaurs and that you think black coffee drinkers are alien... and I know that you are bold, yet shy when it comes to those you care about. I can't confidently say anything else, so tell me about yourself." She makes eye contact with you and you both blush.

The prompt makes you think.

"Well, I'll start by touching up on a few of those. I do love dinosaurs, but I don't think that black coffee drinkers are alien. I know that they are alien." Wanda rolls her eyes. "And I'm shy because feelings aren't my forte. Im scared to lose people, but once I open up to them and I know they're gonna stick around... all hell breaks loose." The Sokovian laughs, and you begin to treasure that sound.

"Alright, so what else." She gave all of her attention to you.

You short-circuited, so you started listing random things.

"Well my favorite color is black, but secretly it's pink. I love a good sunset, but I like sun rises more cause not as many people see them, and it feels more intimate. Besides sunrises, I normally don't wake up too early, but more when my body wakes up. I hate sleeping in past 10:00 though, cause by then, you've already wasted a half of a day, unless you're spending that morning with someone else. I really like-"

"Are you saying you would want to sleep in with Nat and me?" She smirked.

All you can respond with is a grin before slowly returning to the conversation.

"I love big hugs and back scratches, and I like it when people play with my hair. I do value my personal space, though, so my alone time is important." Wanda nodded, happy to be learning so much about you. You slowed down your thoughts even more. "I-" You paused. "And the most important values that I seek in people, including myself, are honesty and empathy." You locked eyes with Wanda. "Above everything." She slowly reached to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear.

"Is that all you want to share?" She nearly whispered, stealing a glance or two at your lips.

"For now..." you replied at the same volume before glancing around the bus to see if anyone was paying attention to you. When you decided that you were in the clear, you sat back down in your seat and pulled Wanda over to you to give her a slow, soft kiss. The two of you felt like kids again, hiding from the adults as you made out in the seats of the bus.

Meanwhile, in the back of the vehicle, Natasha finally started talking to Peter.

"So Peter," She started, a small smirk on her face. Everyone who was someone could tell how nervous he was to have Natasha Romanoff happily sitting next to him. He gulped as he awkwardly closed the laptop and turned to face the assassin.

"Yeah, Nat? What-What's up?" He tried to sneak a glance at you, but since both of you had window seats, he couldn't see.

"I wanted to talk to you about Talia."

"Uhm, ok... yeah what about?"

"Well, I'm sure she told you already about Wanda and me." He nodded, so Nat continued. "I know you two are very close, and I am genuinely happy for you... both Wanda and I. I'm happy that you have a friend on this team finally." She paused and he nodded. "But we were hoping that we could steal Talia for the vacation. Or at least spend some time with her. It's just hard since i'm on missions so often and Wanda is constantly training and busy running the SRP, so these next two weeks are a rare opportunity for the two of us, and we both really want to spend that time getting to know Talia before our lives get crazy again." She finished, honestly a little nervous to be asking Peter for permission. There wasn't much of a break in the conversation, though.

"Actually... yeah. That's..... kind of what I hoped would happen."

Natasha tilted her head in question.

"Mr. Stark already talked to me about it."

The assassin's eyes widened.

"No! Not- not about the relationship. About the two weeks. Uhh... he actually told me that he wanted to spend the time with me to teach me some stuff." He thinned his lips.

"Oh... ok. What about Pepper?"

"She's excited for some alone time, supposedly."

"Ok, then... that works out perfectly." Nat, a little surprised that the conversation went so well, sat back in her seat to face the front. Only a few minutes went by before Peter spoke again, though.

"I didn't know Wanda ran the SRP."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, happy to be getting closer to Peter. She wanted to be a part of your life and accepted into it as much as possible. "Yeah. She and Pietro started it after Ultron. They felt it was their duty to help whoever they put in harm's way. They're a non-profit that get donations from global organizations including SHIELD to aid in the re-stabilization of Sokovia and many other places that we fucked up." Her voice nearly cut off at the end as her throat thickened a little, but she held it together.

"That's awesome, Natasha."

"Yeah, it is, right? Wanda is incredibly selfless and caring, and she amazes me every day."

"She's lucky to have you and Talia."

That caught Nat completely off guard. "Thank you, Peter. I mean it." He smiled, but took a deep breath before asking another question.

"Hey, Nat,"

"Yeah Peter?"

"Do you think Wanda would mind if I interviewed her for a school project? My leadership class at the university is going to have a big non-profit study when we return to school in the fall and we're supposed to find a non-profit to create a fundraising event for, and I think it would be really cool if I could do it for the SRP. The goal is to build leadership skills through organizing and meeting people to talk to, and I think I would like to work with her."

Nat thought it over for a moment.

"Peter,"

"Yeah Nat?"

"I think she would love that."

"Really! Awesome." He smiled, wanting to hug the redhead, but not knowing if they were that close yet.

"In fact, I think you should go ask her right now."

"Oh... now?"

"No time like the present, Peter."

"Uh... ok. You're right." He hopped over Natasha and into the isle of the motor coach. "Could you hand me my computer?" Natasha smiled as she reached into his bag.

"Tell Talia to get her cute ass back here."

He blushed with slight embarrassment. "...right." Natasha watched as he walked towards the front of the bus with ease, stopping at one of the seats near the end of the isle.

"Hey, Talia," You had your head rested on Wanda's shoulder when you heard Peter behind you. Sitting up, you see he has his computer with him, leaving you confused.

"What's up, Web Kid?" You rubbed your eyes, the Sokovian looking just as confused as you were.

"I was wondering if you could switch with me for a bit. I actually wanted to talk to Wanda about something." Now you we're definitely confused.

"I don't know anything about this, I promise." Wanda turned to you.

"Uhh... sure..." You hopped over her legs. "Have at it, I guess." With many questions remaining, you grabbed your dino pack and headed to the back.

"Hey Natasha." You smiled as you swung over into Peter's old seat. "So why did Peter kick me out? Not that I'm unhappy to be here, I'm just confused. It's not about that thing that Wanda wouldn't tell me about, right?" Natasha giggled.

"No, Peter actually wanted to ask Wanda if he could work with her for his leadership class at the university."

"Oh, his big project! He was so worried about finding a non-profit, and I totally forgot that Wanda co-headed the operation! I think they're actually going to get along really well, Nat. I'm excited to hear about it later. And you should come to the fundraising event whenever it happens! I know he would love to see you there."

"Ok..." Natasha stares at you sweetly.

"What?" You jokingly punch her arm. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing... it's just... you care a lot. Seeing other people happy makes you happy, and you're passionate for the ones you love. You have a good heart, Talia."

You stare at her, not knowing how to respond to her words.

"So," Natasha fills the silence again. "What did you and Wanda talk about over there?"

Without even coming up with an answer to her question, you pulled her into a rough kiss before the conversation could change. Natasha seem surprised at first, but eased up shortly after. You softened up too, kissing her slowly once before pulling away.

"What was that for?" She blushed, looking down into her lap.

"What you said... it was kind. Thank you."

"Yeah well don't get used to it. I'm not normally that mushy."

"No, I bet you are." You giggled and poked her side. "No, I bet you like it, too. I bet you like being called cute and I bet the pet name 'baby' makes you weak." Natasha glares at you, cheeks red. She hasn't told you to stop yet though, so you decide to take it up a notch, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I bet you like being topped and willingly giving the lead over to someone else for a change... that you like not being the one in charge for once." She shivered, and you smirked. Slowly, though, Natasha turned her own head to put her lips up to your own ear.

"Well I bet you like it when i'm in charge, Talia. I bet you like being called 'good girl' and I bet you dream about taking orders from me and Wanda. Kiss me, Talia. Touch me. Run your fingers through my cunt, Talia. Fuck me, Talia." Your entire soul shut down, not knowing how to respond to that. Your eyes somehow meet, and your face burns. She was right... I did like that.

"It seems I've forgotten already," she continues, returning to a normal volume, "but what was it you said you talked about with Wanda?"

Thank the gods the drive was almost over.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wanda x oc #wanda x reader #natasha x oc #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha x reader #natasha x wanda x reader #gxgxg smut #marvel gxgxg #gxgxg

[some-random-loki-stan]

Catchin’ The Vibe

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: drug use (devils lettuce folks), wee bit of angst, fluff if you squint, awkwardness if that counts lol, older GenZ!reader

A/N: Ahhhh! This is my first time posting something I’ve written! I hope you all enjoy!

 Classes that day were less than pleasant. The reminder of 4 major exams coming up did nothing to soothe (Y/s) constant stress and anxiety and she couldn't help but rush out of her final class, ready to finally relax.

          The brisk walk home got her thinking and she quickly pulled out her phone and sent a text to her roommate, Cassie. The girl was well aware of Cassie's habits of bringing friends over unexpectedly. She'd learned to text ahead so that she could change her course of direction before it was too late and Cassie made her begrudgingly agree to stay with them. For as much as their external personalities clashed, she really did love Cassie but she also really didn't feel like trying her own patience today. Instead, she prepped for her backup plan.

When the inevitable response came from her roommate, she sighed and set a course for Avengers Tower. Even if a group of super heroes lived there, the tower was big enough to grant her space from them.

Walking in the front door, she flashed the card that her aunt Pepper gifted her upon her arrival to the big city to the security guard. If you need anything, Pepper had said, pressing the card into the girls palm, just come find me. She absolutely adored her aunt Pepper and although she didn't particularly need anything from her aunt in person, she was ever grateful for the unlimited access to the tower.

The girl was pleased to find that the residence atop the tower was seemingly empty. Out on a mission, she presumed. Thank God.

  She wasted no time plopping herself down on the couch and reached deep into her backpack, searching for the little ziplock bag. The perfect little cookie she had placed in there earlier that morning had crumbled to bits and she made a sound of disappointment. She opened it and poured a handful of crumbs, careful not to spill any on the couch. Only after carefully putting the rest away, she finally let herself fall back against the sofa and unwind.

When the girl found her eyes sore and red, and her mouth dry as the desert, she knew her high had hit. The previous anxious pounding in her heart and head was replaced with a subtle, pleasant throbbing throughout her body. Finally, she felt like she could take a deep breath. Reveling in the feeling, she closed her eyes and thought back on the day. 

Unbeknownst to her, Loki stood in the doorway of the living room, watching her intently. His fingers softly tapped on the hardcover of his book, debating whether or not he should go back to his room. He could sense that there was something different about her today. Something off. Now that Loki thought about it, the girl's energy always seemed a little ‘off’ compared to the other mortals on Midgard, but never this heavy before. It made him shift in discomfort.

Before he could turn and sneak away, her soft yet dry-red eyes peered over the couch and caught his own deep green ones. He was caught.

“Hello,” she said kindly. "You can join me, if you'd like." Loki's presence was one she always welcomed. She smiled softly and gestured to the sofa across from her. Loki hesitated for just a second but then slowly took a seat. She sat up to address him better and continued.  “I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. I thought everyone was out on a mission.” 

Only a couple feet from her now, the god could clearly see the red in her eyes and her exhaustion radiated off of her. His curiosity got the better of him and the question shot out of his mouth, quiet but clear. “Is something wrong?”

The girl froze suddenly. Her thoughts fluttered excuse from excuse. But she stopped, suddenly. She wondered with a bit of mischief -and defiance, probably-, what if she just told the truth. She realized quickly that Loki would probably be the last person to rat her out, quite honestly. Besides, something told her that Loki'd had his fair share of, well, exotic herbal substances, for lack of better term. Forgetting herself, she laughed a little at the thought.

Thinking he'd said something foolish, it took everything in Loki not to stride out of the room then and there. Irritation and perhaps embarrassment bloomed deep in his chest. Instead he let out a little huff which luckily got her attention. 

“Im sorry, but no. Why do you ask?” Her voice lilted up in a teasing manner. She had a small smirk on her face as she took a sip from the water bottle in her bag. 

Loki knew that look all too well. It was the same one he got on his face when he was up to no good. Suddenly intrigued, he narrowed his eyes at her and slipped on his shit-eating grin.

“Your eyes are red. And your presence feels more... tense than usual.”

She leaned forward and swallowed quickly. “What, you mean like my energy?”

Loki paused pensively then nodded.

She snickered and thought about that particularly interesting tid-bit of information. The scientific and spiritual knowledge on Asgard is far different and more advanced than anything on earth, she knew.

Minutes passed and the girl found her thoughts wondering, as well as her eyes. At some point, they landed on Loki reading his book and suddenly a light bulb went off in her head. Surprising herself with this idea, she mulled it over in her head. He is literally the most stressed individual I have ever met...and aunt Pepper has to deal with Tony on a daily basis so that's saying something... there's no harm in asking.

"Loki, have you ever heard of weed?" she asked as innocently as she could muster. He looked at her, contemplating. Eventually, he shook his head no. Delight spread across her face before caution took its place and the girl thought of the best way to explain to Loki what exactly the Midgardian herb was.

 "On Earth, there's this plant called marijuana." A look of slight recognition passed over his face. "It's used as a destresser, antidepressant, muscle relaxer…” She paused pensively. “Some use it for spiritual purposes. It's got loads of uses. Not to mention it gets you nice and toasty." 

With the Avengers away, his normally stiff and stoic facade was softer, allowing the girl to just barely make out the contemplative faces he was making. She had also noticed his brief look of uncertainty at her use of the term 'toasty'.

"So this is Midgards form of the Gift," he concluded.

"If that's what you guys call drugs on Asgard then, yeah. Sure." She let out a little laugh and looked at him intently.

After a second of thinking, he finally looked at her again, mischief seeping into his words and face. "And why might you be telling me this, dearest?" 

Leaning back with a grin, she fished the baggie from her backpack once more. The loose crumbs looked less than impressive to the god but the girl didn't seem to care. She gave Loki a look to rival his own and for a second, it actually made him falter. 

The amount left in the bag was just the amount she felt comfortable giving him so she handed him the plastic baggie. When he didn't take it right away, she pulled back. 

"You don't have to if you don't want to." The gentleness in her voice caught him off guard and reassured him that it was his choice. He had no doubt after that, he wanted to do this. 

For as much as he didn't trust Midgard or their people, Loki was quite comfortable around her. The child of the group and yet she seemed to be the only tolerable one. Her normally quiet disposition drew him in and her ability to launch passionately into one of her stories only made him enjoy her company more. It reminded him of his mother.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he did his best to pour the cookie crumbs into his mouth then set the baggie on the coffee table. Leaning back, they both fell into comfortable silence and waited.

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She was in the kitchen when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Loki slowly close his book. The girl looked up and across the space to the connected living room where he sat and saw him staring blankly at a spot in front of him. Finally, he let out a small groan and fell backwards. It had finally hit.

"Loki?" 

His hand twitched in her direction and she knew he wasn't doing well. Quickly filling a glass of water, she was at his side in a second. His head was all the way back, looking at the ceiling and his eyes were wide, pupils blown. His breathing was labored and his hands were shaking. 

"Hey, ok," she said, sitting gently next to him. She placed her hand on his arm but he flinched away. Paying it no mind, she spoke gently. "Don't fight it, Loki. Just relax and breathe." 

Loki tried his best to relax, truly. But there was this relentless twitching all throughout his body and his senses felt dulled by this incessant tingling. His mind was flitting through thoughts faster than he could grasp. Not having control over his mind and body was completely unexpected. The Gift was nothing like this. 

On Asgard, the Gift clears your mind and energy and makes you feel present and centered. It connects mind and body, bringing them together in harmony. This was the opposite. It was incapacitating his body and his thoughts swirled senselessly in his head.

"May I touch you?" 

He looked at her but the words were lost on him, he couldn't focus. He stared at her until she spoke again.

 "Loki? Is it alright if I touch you?" 

Before she could even finish the question a second time, he was already nodding his head yes. The girl smiled and softly placed her hand on his shoulder for reassurance. She rubbed her thumb gently back and forth and held up the glass of water. 

"Take a sip, it'll help," she urged. Loki mustered enough composure to sit up and take a few sips. When he was done, he rested back against the couch, shutting his eyes tightly.

Putting the glass down, the girl sighed as she looked at his rigid body. Poor thing was torturing himself with how tense he was. "Loki, if you don't relax, you're gonna cause more harm than good. Your muscles are going to snap."

He only shook his head.

Suppressing her own increasingly anxious thoughts, she continued. "Then what can I do to help? Please? I want to help you…" But Loki couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead he shakily took her hand. Gentle but firm, it was the smallest of acts but she could already feel the difference it made. 

After a few moments, his scrunched up face was finally smoothing into one of ease and his breathing began to level out. The twitching was unavoidable and so was the probability of zoning out a couple times but that was all a part of the experience. After regaining control of his breath, Loki finally seemed to be letting himself unwind.

As his body started to melt into the couch, she gently readjusted herself next to him so that she was more comfortable. Not once did they let go of each other's hand. They sat in silence, enjoying the buzz but also each other's quiet presence.

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As the night got darker and the high mellowed out, Loki found himself actually enjoying his time. He could still feel the tingling in his body but had decided that he liked it. The girl had managed to pull him out of his trance when she pulled her hand away to put on some slow, quiet music that was pleasant to his currently sensitive ears.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, softly.

Still lounging back against the couch, Loki took a moment to think then nodded his head. A lazy smile spread across his face. "I feel...good." 

"Yeah?" she chuckled.

"Yeah."

They both let out a lazy chuckle and the girl fell back against the couch. "So…" She hesitated and wondered if she should say something so soon but continued anyway. "Are you okay? That was kind of... intense and I just want to make sure you're alright."

Loki took a second to gather his thoughts and cleared his throat. "My mind went places I try very hard to keep hidden. I wasn't prepared, is all."

When he didn't say anything more she decided it was best to leave it there. She watched him lose himself in his thoughts again and immediately scooted closer. Grabbing his hand wholly, she pressed herself into his side lightly as not to startle him and gave him a reassuring laugh. "I've gotcha. You're stuck with me now, buddy."

He just closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. But then he remembered why he was in this strange situation in the first place. When he had initially walked into the common room, the girl's abnormally heavy presence had made him want to flee. He wondered for a second if it could have been an effect of the Midgardian drug but if he focused hard enough, he could still sense that same tension deep in her muscles.

"And how about you?" 

She looked at him uncertainly. "What about me?"

"Are you ok?"

She shook her head in confusion as she couldn't understand what he was trying to get at. Loki thought about giving it up but he managed to convince himself otherwise. Pay her the same courtesy she did you, he willed himself.

"When I walked in I noticed a particular...mood settling over the room. It wasn't much like you and I wonder if something upset you," he spoke, afraid he might be over stepping.

Recollection spread across her face and she laughed begrudgingly. Now that she had time to relax and let the day sink in -not to mention the external help of her good friend Mary Jane-, she could separate herself from the anxiety and stress of everyday college life. Four exams were nothing, she concluded. She'd gotten through worse before. She could do this.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just some trivial human stuff. But I'm ok, I promise." 

They looked at each other, both their eyes red and droopy. She had a soft, genuine smile on her face and Loki felt himself relax all over again. As the music met their ears once more, they fell into pleasant silence.

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When the team got home early the next morning, they were surprised to find the two asleep on the couch. With Loki's head hanging back against the couch and the girl's face smothered into his shoulder, it definitely wasn't the most comfortable condition to sleep in. And yet, these two, in their stubborn chaos, managed to make it work. Deciding not to disturb them, the team just let them be and didn't dare mention a word to them when they woke.

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AEW All Out Review

Ah, the show that will go down in history as the first huge one of AEW’s hopefully long and illustrious time in the spotlight. All in all, this was a great show. It didn’t get into A territory overall, but a B+ is damn good. There was something for everyone on this show, so I don’t think there was anyone out there who thought it was bad. Tonight, Tony Khan and his team of Vp’s made history. They crowned a their first World Champion, which is kinda symbolic of them staking their claim in the business. Watch out guys, this t-shirt company is taking over the world. There was way too much exciting wrestling to fit here. So I’ll just hop right into this.

21 Woman Casino Battle Royal for #1 contendership to the AEW Women’s Championship: Leva Bates, Pricila Kelly, Nila Rose, Shalandra Royal, Faby Apache. Everyone started by attacking Rose, but she fought them off by herself. She nearly eliminated Bates, but Peter Avalan put some books down so she didn’t get eliminated. Rose beat everyone down and threw them out, including Bates, after she tried to attack Rose with a book. She also took out Peter Avalon when he tried to attack.

Out next was Penelope Ford, Shaza Mackenezie. Big Swol, Britt Baker and  Sadie Gibbs. At one point, Baker eliminated Mackenzie by pulling her out by her teeth. Big Swol and Rose squared off with Rose, and showered her with strikes. Rose eventually eliminated Swol with a uranagi on the apron. 

Out next, Tenile Dashwood, Brandi Rhodes Bea Priestly, Awesome Kong, and Ivelisse. Everyone naturally teamed up on Kong, while Brandi actually hit some offense on Rose. Meanwhile, Baker and Priestly brawled on the outside. Unfinished business from Fight for the fallen. 

Out next, Teal Piper, ODB, Allie, Jazz and Nicole Savoy. Piper hit a bunch of her dad’s offense, as well as a suicide dive. Allie went right after Brandi because of their past business. We also saw the powerhouses of the match face off in the middle of the ring. Awesome Kong, ODB, Nila Rose and Jazz all went face to face. It was right at the end of this phase that Brandi and Kong were eliminated by Baker and Priestly respectively. 

And as the final entrant. Mercades Martinez came out. She ran in and destroyed everyone with suplexes and strikes, including a huge one to Rose. The final four were Priestly, Rose, Baker and Martinez. The three smaller women teamed up on Rose, but Priestly was only out for herself. She put everyone on the apron, and Baker gave Martinez a superkick to eliminate her. Baker and Priestly nearly eliminated Rose with knees and huge kicks, but Rose gave them a cartwheel kick. Baker then gave Priestly a canadian destroyer, followed by a vertical suplex to Rose. Priestly then tried to go to the top, but Baker tripped her up and gave her a forearm to take her out. But then Priestly helped Rose get the win by pulling her arm, so Rose got the win. 

Grade: C-. Not very good. I’m really not a fan of the Casino Battle Royal stip. I think that all these people coming out at once is confusing and things get a bit too jumbled. There weren’t a huge amount of rivalries to really hold this together, so I didn’t like it that much. Rose was a good choice for the win though, she is an impressive wrestler. But Baker, Priestly and Martinez all impressed, and so did Big Swol and Sadie Gibbs. This brand has a lot of Talent in its women’s division, and I can’t wait to see what they do with it, but this match was killed by it’s stip. 

Angelico and Jack Evans vs. Private Party: This was a match I was looking forward to. I haven’t seen Private Party in a straight up tag match yet, so I’m excited to see them. Angelico and Isaiah Kassidy started things up with some grappling. Kassidy got the win in the first interaction, and he was plenty cocky about it, so Evans and Marc Quen tagged in. They both flipped out of each other’s moves, and wrestled mostly to a stalemate until Quen gained the advantage. However, Evans did hit an awesome springboard corkscrew kick to get the advantage back. Evans also showed off his technical ability by locking in a very unique armbar after using a flying approach. We then saw Quen get an awesome hot tag by springing off one side of the ring to the other to get the tag to Kassidy, who took out Angelico with a springboard moonsault to the outside. Private party didn’t stop there, as they hit Evans with a double stomp to the back of the head out of a camal clutch, and then an assisted tornado DDT to Angelico. From there Quen hit a huge shooting star press, but Kassidy was out of position to get the pin, so it was just a near fall. Kassidy tried for another move off the top, but Evans nailed a spider german suplex, and then a huge series of tag team offense from him and Angelico, all for a near fall. They tried to go the top to take out Quen for good, but Private party both met them at the top. Quen then gave Evans a totally botched poison rana off the top, which was scary as shit, so Kassidy gave him a standing poison rana. The then gave Angelico a top rope rana into a cutter for the win.

After the match, everyone shook hands until Angelico and Evans attacked. They locked in submissions on their opponents legs, and walked away yelling about how they were the best. 

Grade: B. Good stuff here. Everyone got their offense in, but things weren’t void of psychology. This was a clash of two super cocky teams that believed that they are the best team in the world, so there was bound to be some animosity. I’m glad that Private Party got the win, they definitely deserved it, and the attack afterwards clarified that Angelico and Evans would be heels. Important stuff going into the tag tournament on TV. 

Jurassic Express vs. SoCal Uncensored: Jungle Boy and Frankie Kazarian started things off with some fast paced grappling, and ended up going to a stalemate. Kazarian took control, and tagged in Daniels with him. Luchasaurus tagged in as well, and the two started to beat each other down. Marko Stunt was in next, and was incredibly high energy. Jurassic express then gave their opponents suicide dives one at a time. Jungle boy stayed in the ring, and SCU started to work him over. Luchasaurus then tagged in, and absolutely destroyed all of SCU with various kicks and slams. He hit an awesome combo of a hook kick to Daniels, a roundhouse to Scorpio Sky and then a chokeslam and moonsault press to Kazarian. Stunt then gave Kazarian a tornado DDT, assisted by Jungle boy who spun him around, and scored a near fall. SCU fought back into it, as Kazarian gave Luchasaurus a suicide rana, who in turn speared both of his teammates. Sky then gave him a tope con hilo to take out Luchasaurus, and Kazarian hoisted both Jungle boy and Stunt up in a tombstone position. Daniels then gave them the Greatest Meltzer Driver Ever for the win. 

Grade: B+. Lots of action here. Just a whole bunch of guys in the ring at one time, hitting a bunch of high spots and impressing everyone as a team. I’m surprised that SCU went over, as Jurassic Express was a much newer team. But it was a pretty good match, mostly a spotfest because they didn’t build a story around it, but it was pretty good. 

Kenny Omega vs. Pac: I was shocked when this one came on second, considering the name values involved. But might as well, I was really excited. The two just started by soaking in the cheers of the crowd. Pac disrespected the hell out of Omega in the early goings, and was bending the rules right away. Pac also flipped out of a whole bunch of Omega’s moves early on. The two eventually made their way to the outside, and started a hard hitting brawl where Omega slammed Pacs face into a chair over and over. They both started to throw each other into the barricade and apron’s all the time until they both collapsed. Pac had the advantage, eventually putting Omega back in the ring and giving hit a huge missile dropkick. The two then started to exchange chops back and forth, but Omega eventually put Pac on the outside and nailed a tope con hilo, followed by a brainbuster in the ring for a near fall. Pac fought back into the match, at one point going for a moonsault that Omega caught, and then transitioning into a DDT. Pac then went for a moonsault to the outside to hit Omega, and both his legs nailed the barricade as he came down, which totally looked brutal. The two then got back in the ring, and Pac hit a 450 splash for a near fall. They started to beat the crap out of each other in the middle of the ring again, with Kenny absolutely peppering Pac, who fired right back. Omega then hit a pump kick into the corner, followed by a buckle bomb and then a spinebuster for a near fall. He went to go for a v-trigger, but Pac grabbed the ref and hid behind him. Kenny then fought right through the ref, nailed a V-Trigger, and when he couldn’t hit One Winged Angel, he hit a high angle german suplex for a near fall. The two continued to fight, with both starting to rev up. Pac nailed a slinghot cutter, followed by a pair of german suplexes. Kenny then started to fire up a bit as well, hitting a dragon suplex and a v-trigger for a near fall. He tried for another V-trigger, but Pac nailed him with a series of kicks to the chest and face, only for Omega to hit a high knee anyway, followed by another as they both ran the ropes. Pac then tried for a poison rana, but they botched it and it looked bad. The two weakly started to exchanged strikes, until Omega went for One Winged Angel, but Pac locked in the Rings of Saturn to a standing Omega, and forcing him to pass out for what I genuinely thought was a shock win.

Grade: A. I thought this was a great match for two guys that had no story. They were going at a million miles an hour, countering move after move after move until each guy scored a lucky hit. I was worried after the moonsault botch when Pac seemed to really hurt his legs, but it didn’t seem to detract from anything. I was shocked by the win, although it was Pac’s debut, I though Omega would get a big win going into TV. But Pac had a huge win in this match, and they had a great match, better even than I thought it’d be. Match of the night, and it was on right at the top of the show. 

Darby Allin vs. Jimmy Havoc vs. Joey Janela in a Cracker Barrel Clash: Havoc instantly grabbed a staple gun, and while both of his opponents wanted it, he stapled his arm. So, Allin and Janela teamed up on Havoc, and duct taped him to a chair. Then they put thumbtacks in his mouth and taped it shut. Janela then superkicked Allin, and the two started to fight in the ring. Allin gave Janela a flip over stunner, and then a senton to Havoc still sitting on the outside, which destroyed the chair. Janela followed that up with an Emerald Fusion to Allin on the apron, which totally dropped him on his head. Janela and Havoc then brawled, with Janela trying to put Havoc through a table, but Havoc spat the thumbtacks at Janela, and poked him in the eyes. Havoc started to follow up with paper cuts between Janela’s fingers, and stapled him on the forehead. Havoc then sat Janela down in a chair and tried to monkey flip him out of it, but Janela landed on his feet, only to eat a paper cut in the mouth. Janela then countered an acid rainmaker with a brainbuster on the chair, and then gave Allin a huge fucking piledriver through a table. From there, Janela wiffed a moonsault to the outside in brutal fashion, so Havoc nailed him with tray of biscuits. Allin then grabbed a skateboard covered in thumbtacks, and used it to jump on Janela’s back, and nearly got the pin if Havoc hadn’t pulled him out. Allin then gave Havoc a smaller Coffin Drop through a table, and chucked him into the steel stairs. Allin tried to give Havoc another Coffin drop off the top, with a cracker barrel, and onto the stairs, but Havoc dodged so he crashed and burned. Janela then gave Havoc a hangman’s DDT off the top and an elbow drop for a near fall. Havoc then followed up by giving Janela a superplex, and then an Acid Rainmaker into a cracker barrel for the win. 

Grade: B+. A hardcore match that was fit for the ages. They destroyed themselves for our entertainment, and I thought it turned out pretty good. I hope that these two can still walk tomorrow, because they took some rough bumps. I’m surprised that Havoc got the win, but I’m totally fine with it. He is super talented, and hopefully he will be important when TV starts up. Allin and Janela impressed too, and I’m excited to see them all sooner rather than later. 

Best Friends vs. The Dark Order for a BYE in the AEW World Tag Team Championship tournament: Chuck Taylor started with Stu Grayson, with Grayson quickly getting the advantage and putting him in the corner with Evil Uno. Trent quickly ran in and put the Order on the outside before hugging. Trent and Grayson started to fight each other, with Grayson again coming out on top and beating him down. Trent nearly got the tag, but Grayson pulled Taylor off the apron, and the Order hit an ensiguri into a brainbuster for a near fall. Eventually Taylor got the tag, giving Uno a standing sliced bread and then Grayson a powerbomb, before giving them both a tope con hilo. Best Friends then gave Grayson a pop up german suplex, followed by an Ace Crusher for a near fall. As they continued to fight, Grayson tagged out and gave Taylor a springboard twisting suicide dive which looked awesome. Uno and Grayson continued to destroy Trent in the ring, but he just kept getting up. They went for Fatality, but Taylor pushed Grayson out off the top, and tagged himself in to give a pair of knees to Uno and then a soul food into a half and half suplex. Taylor then nailed Uno with a one legged missile dropkick, and awful lawful to Grayson. They nearly got the win off of that, but Uno pulled Trent out of the pin, and the minions beat down Taylor. The Dark Order hit Fatality for the win. 

After the match, The Dark Order continued to beat down Best Friends, and they tried to kidnap Trent, but the lights went out and Orange Cassidy showed up, and gave the minions a suicide dive with his hands in his pockets. The Best Friends then gave him a hug and they all celebrated. 

Grade: A-. This was a good tag match with lots of fundamentals. Not much BS until the end, and they had all action. I was really into it, and I thought that The Dark Order was the right winner. Cassidy showing up was a great surprise and definitely popped me. But the match itself was a lot of action and a great way to blow off the feud. 

Hikaru Shida vs. Riho for #1 contendership to the AEW Women’s Championship: The two started with some quick grappling and striking, with Shida using her strength advantage and Riho her agility. Shida quickly took control with a brutal high knee, and started to work over the back and the legs. Shida tried to give Riho a superplex to the outside, but Riho hit her onto the apron and gave her a double stomp on the apron which looked rough. Riho then went for a 619, but Shida caught her and locked in a stretch muffler for a submission sequence. Just as Riho looked like she was gaining control, Shida nailed a high knee and put her down. Shida then nailed a deadlift vertical suplex. No matter what Riho tried, Shida kept putting her down. Shida even hit a deadlift superplex for a near fall. Shida tried to follow up as well, but Riho countered with a northern lights suplex. The two then battled to the top rope, where Riho went for a double stomp in the corner, and then knees to the back of the head, only for Shida to answer with a backbreaker. The tow then traded counters and rollups back and forth, until Riho gave a hurricanrana all around Shida and scored a rollup for the win. 

After the match, Nila Rose came out to stare down Riho. 

Grade: B. Another pretty good match, where it seemed like Riho was going to lose, but she fought back into the match. Shida did not look like she was weak in defeat, but we already know how good Riho is. Riho vs. Rose should be a good main event for the first episode of AEW on TNT. This was good though, just a little too one sided to break into A territory. 

Cody vs. Shawn Spears: we started things out with Spears sitting in a chair at the top of the ramp, before folding it up and taking it with him to the ring. Tully Blanchard came out next for Spears’ corner. Cody had a huge entrance with pyro. Brandi, DDP, MJF and Pharoh (who definitely didn’t want to be there) all came down, but MJF stayed in his corner. Before the match started, Cody jumped off the top and attacked Spears, and gave Blanchard a cheap shot as he did. Spears and Cody brawled through the crowd. The match started up right as Cody gave Spears a powerslam on the outside. Spears got control after a low blow to Cody while the ref was yelling at MJF. The two then brawled back into the ring and to the top rope, with Cody nailing Spears with a rana off the top. Cody tried to follow up with a suicide dive, but Spears nailed a back elbow, before nailing him with a pump kick as well. The went back into the ring and delivered blow after blow to one another. The brawled all around, and Spears stole a bottle of water from a fan to spit at Cody. Back in the ring Cody tried to gain control, but Spears sent him into the post and gave him a hangman’s DDT on the apron. Spears then removed Cody’s weight belt, but the ref who was Earl Hebner, made him throw it away, only for Blanchard to give him his belt, and nail Cody in the back with it a couple times. Cody then fired up, ate a belt shot to the chest, and beat down Spears. He nailed a springboard cutter, and an Alabama Slam, followed by the Figure Four, only for Spears to reverse it right away. Cody eventually got to the ropes, but during that time Blanchard helped to increase the the pressure by pulling Spears’ arm. Spears then nailed a death valley driver on the ramp. Cody was nearly counted out, but MJF pulled him closer to the ring to help, and he barely made it back in. The two then stood up to continue the fight, when Cody hit the Cross Roads out of nowhere, but Blanchard distracted the ref. Blanchard and MJF then both got in the ring. MJF threw his scarf at Blanchard, and the two started to lock up, but Spears nailed MJF with a pump kick. Blanchard continued to attack MJF on the outside, which Hebner then tried to handle, only for Arn fucking Anderson to show up and give Spears a spinebuster out of nowhere. He and Blanchard walked out, and we were left with a one on one match. Spears grabbed a chair, but Cody continued to beat him down. Cody grabbed the chair himself, but didn’t use it, he gave Spears the Atomic elbow, a disaster kick into a chair, and then a Cross Roads for the win.

After the match, MJF teased the betrayal, but didn’t do it and hugged Cody, and celebrated heavily. 

Grade: A-. This was overbooked, so it wasn’t for everyone, but I think the fun story and the hot crowd was enough to put this in the A territory. We saw a lot of nice story elements, and some nice striking. The match was about how both of them were giving everything that they had to get the win. I have no clue why Arn Anderson came out. 

The Lucha Bros vs. the Young Bucks in Escalara de la Meurte for the AAA World Tag Team Championships: Lucha bros got a whole bunch of pyro, while the Bucks came out in deer masks. They started things out by yelling Cero Miedo a whole bunch, and the Bucks spitting their gum at The Lucha Bros, and they were off to the races. The Lucha Bros tried for a double suicide dive, but the bucks threw a ladder at them. Fenix quickly went for a suicide dive over the ladder to wipe everyone out. They then started to duel on the ladder, as Matt Jackson and Pentagon fought over the belts, but Fenxi and Nick gave their opponents rolling cutters off the ladder. Fenix and Nick then fought on the apron, giving each other a pump kick at the same time, only for Matt and Pentagon to spear them through tables on the outside. Not long after, Nick gave Pentagon a twisting suicide dive, followed by Matt giving Fenix four northern lights suplexes, with the last landing on a ladder in the corner. The Lucah Bros then took control with a series of flying offense using just about anything they could find. At one point, Nick went up a ladder to grab the belts, but Fenix pushed it over, so he gave Penta a suicide dive, followed by the same situation from Fenix, but with a moonsault. Penta and Matt then dueled on the top of the ladder, with Penta ending things with a slingblade off the ladder. Nick then gave Pentagon a suicide dive through a ladder, followed by Fenix giving Matt a Canadian destroyer through the ladder. Fenix then set Matt up on a table and went to put him through it off a ladder, but Matt met him there. Penta saved Fenix from a superplex by giving Matt a canadian destroyer through the table. Nick then set Penta up on a table on the outside, while Fenix did the same to Matt. They then looked each other in the eyes, daring each other to do it, and they put their opponents through the tables with stereo splashes. Nick then met Fenix as he set up a ladder bridge, and he gave him a Tornado DDT on the outside. Nick then set up a pair of tables at the foot of the ramp, and met Fenix in the middle of the ring. He was going to powerbomb him into the tables, but Fenix fought out and gave him a superkick, only for Matt to give him a superkick of his own. Penta tried to scale the ladder, but Nick trapped him in a sharpshooter, while Matt put the ladder over his back. Matt then grabbed Fenix in a tombstone as Nick climbed the ladder, and he debated going or the Meltzer driver or getting the belts. Penta superkicked Matt before he could decide, which Tombstoned Fenix, and Penta pushed over the ladder. Nick tried to hit the tables on the outside, but he botched it hard and his foot hit the ropes, nearly crashing headfirst into the floor, and cutting his hand brutally. Matt and Penta fought on the top of the ladder, but Matt unmasked Penta (a little too quick because we totally saw his face), and he fell. Fenix tried to take Matt out with by jumping off the top rope, but Matt nailed him with a superkick, and Penta knocked over the ladder to hang him up in the ropes. The then gave Matt Fear Factor on the ladder bridge to take him out, and then they grabbed the belts for the win. 

After the match, two figures in regular masks attacked and started to beat them down. They gave Fenix a doomsday neckbreaker, and unmasked to see LAX! I popped huge. 

Grade: A. Car crash of a match. This was insane, just as scary as I thought it would be, even scarier. I thought that they mixed the high spots and their normal stuff really well. I sincerely doubt that Nick will be wrestling on TV soon, he probably broke his arm. It was super scary, and I wish the best to him. But the booking was good, the Lucha Bros got a strong win. And LAX had a perfect debut. I popped hard, I’d completely forgot that they may be coming this way. But this was a great match, nothing more I can say about it. 

Adam Page vs. Chris Jericho for the inaugral AEW World Championship: Adam Page road out on a horse, which was cool. They made this feel absolutely huge, which it was. Page quickly showed his strength advantage, and the two started to deliver strike after strike to each other. Jericho quickly tried to get the lion tamer, but Page forced him to the outside and gave him a suicide dive for a near fall. Page tried to nail a shooting star press off the apron, and Jericho caught him with knees to the gut. Page nearly got counted out, but the ref called it as he got on the apron, and Jericho gave him a running forearm that sent him into the barricade. Jericho then pulled Page’s arm through the barricade and kicked it, before ringing the bell himself, which pissed off the ref. Jericho started to work over the arm, and also flipped off the crowd a whole bunch. At one point, Jericho went for a crossbody off the top, but Page rolled through and gave him a fall away slam. Page used that to get control, hitting a samoan drop, a sliding lariat and a shooting star press for a near fall. Jericho then went for the lionsault, but Page met him on the middle rope and gave him a Russian Leg sweep off of it. Jericho got up first though, and locked in the best Walls of Jericho that he has in years, but Page fought out and hit a discus forearm right to the eye, which busted him open. Page followed Jericho to the outside and fought him tooth and nail. Before coming back into the ring, and brought him to the mat. Page started to target the wound a bit, and even gave Jericho a swinging neckbreaker off the top for a near fall. Page took off his elbow pad, and gave him another discus elbow, and tried for a suplex to the outside, but he hung Page up on the ropes instead. Jericho then went for a dropkick off the middle rope to Page on the apron, but Page hit a superkick and then the buckshot lariat, only for Jericho to lock in the Walls of Jericho, but Page made it to the ropes. Jericho even pushed the ref a bit, who totally screamed at him for it, and Page used that to lariat Jericho to the outside and then give him a moonsault. Page threw him back in and went for the Buckshot lariat, but Jericho countered with a codebreaker, only for Jericho to hit a codebreaker, but Hangman kicked out. The two slowly rose to their feet, with Page hitting another rolling elbow, but Jericho got his knees up for a shooting star press. The two then desperately tried to hit their finishers, with Page nailing the deadeye, but Jericho didn’t stay down. Page then hit another Buckshot Lariat, and then he tried for the Deadeye, only for Jericho to backslide out of it. Page went for another discus lariat, which Jericho caught with a Judas Effect for the win! CHRIS JERICHO IS THE FIRST AEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

Grade: A-. This match started out a bit slow and shaky, but by the end it became the epic that it needed to be. It had a lot to live up to after that ladder match, and while I don’t think it was as good, it certainly was dramatic enough to be great. Jericho was the right call here, although Page is kinda a made man now. As long as they keep up his mystique and keep him at the top of the card, Page is big enough to be a world champion. Jericho is just the right choice, he is a huge name for their first TV show. He deserved the first title, and that’s what he got. Congratulations Jericho, and thank you. 

Overall Grade: B+

Predictions: 6/10

Pros: Private Party vs. Evans & Angelico; 6-man tag; pac vs. omega; crackle barrel clash; dark order vs. best friends; riho vs. shida; spears vs. cody; escalara de la meurte; main event

Cons: Casino battle royal; Pharoh was scared and he didn’t deserve that; nick jackson botch (I hope you’re okay)

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Fandom: Marvel, MCU, Avengers Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Bruce Banner Tags: 2012 Avengers, Team Bonding, Miscommunication, Enemies to Friends, Team as Family Chapters: 8/? Wordcount: 41.872

Summary: It was supposed to be a mission without surprises, but then a building collapses on top of them and traps them underground.

Tony is hurt but doesn't tell anyone. Steve just wants Tony to give a damn for once. And Clint, who cannot run away from their bickering since he broke his leg, just hopes they do not kill each other before they get him out of there.

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Tony earns himself some weird glances when he arrives for dinner early that day. He comes marching into the kitchen with a smirk and a box that he drops unceremoniously on Clint’s plate. Without comment, he looks over Bruce’s shoulder at what he is cooking, then saunters over to his own place to bury his nose in a tablet while he waits.

He is aware that Thor, who is leaning against the counter while he chats with Bruce, has been frowning at the dark shadows under Tony’s eyes. Worse, when Steve comes in, he actually stops in the doorway to take in the scene. He does not say anything beyond a hoarse good evening so Tony guesses they are good.

Things become more interesting when Clint and Natasha arrive.

“Tony,” Clint exclaims. His voice still holds a bit of a strain, as if he is not sure talking to Tony is worth the chance of them arguing again. “I thought you had fled the country when we walked by the workshop and no one was there.”

For some reason, Tony is touched by Clint coming to look for him again, no matter how the last time ended. He is not used to that. Rhodey has been suffering his moods for decades now but has always been prone to giving Tony room. Pepper, on the other hand, is not one for a tactical retreat. She might be all cool and professional to him for a while, talking about nothing but business, but she never let Tony chase her away.

Clint does not have any history with him. Once, they saved the world together and now they are essentially roommates. It is strange to find him care.

“You’re bringing Natasha now to threaten me into submission in case I don’t want to come?” Tony quips, careful to keep the bite out of his tone. He realizes that he should not have taken his frustration out on Clint.

Face brightening, Clint steps farther into the kitchen but stops across from Tony. “Easier for everyone around, yes? She doesn’t make a mess if she doesn’t want to.”

Tony refrains from saying that an arrow to the heart would not make much of a mess either. It is not a thought he has put much effort into. Out of everyone at this table, he thinks Clint would be the least likely to snap and leave nothing standing in his wake.

“She’s also not discriminating who she’s going to beat up if you two don’t behave,” Natasha interjects dispassionately as she makes her way to her seat. She sounds almost bored by the prospect.

Tony shares a grin with Clint. It feels natural, as if they are meant for friendship, if only their conscious mind would not always set them back again. Curiously enough, Tony finds himself longing for it with an acute urgency sitting heavily on his chest. Barely being able to breathe is nothing new to him, courtesy of the arc reactor, but it is usually not because of something he wants.

Tony wants this. This team, these people. He wants the easy camaraderie with Thor. He wants to know that Natasha watches his back not to stab him but to protect him. He wants hours flying by unnoticed when he is in the lab with Bruce. He wants to fall into a rhythm with Clint where neither of them has to think twice about getting too comfortable. He wants to be friends with Steve, simple as that.

This is not only about proving his worth anymore, about making up for his mistakes. All his life, Tony has been searching for a place to belong. He has made room for himself wherever he went, commandeering everyone’s attention by being brighter and louder and smarter than everybody else, but at the end of the day, he was always lonely. This team has become more than another chance at redemption. With each passing day, it looks more like this could be home. Tony has always wanted a family.

“What is that?” Clint’s voice rips Tony out of his musings. He has stepped around the table and found the box on his plate, staring down at it with the wariness of one who likes playing pranks and therefore expects them in return.

“It’s a new explosive arrow.” As soon as the words are over Tony’s lips, Clint opens the box and takes out one of the arrows, twirling it in his fingers with obvious glee on his face. “It goes boom. Don’t point it at any of us.”

Because Clint has never been prone to listen to anyone, he spins the arrow until it points directly at Tony. “Did you make me an apology arrow?”

Tony would have preferred to do this in private, but he guesses this team could profit from things done less often behind closed doors. It would not surprise him if Clint was very vocal about his anger over Tony’s behaviour the other night. If Tony does not want to destroy all the progress they have made, a public apology might help.

“I guess you prefer this over a letter,” Tony says, just barely managing not to sound dismissive. He is acutely aware of the rest of the team watching them.

“Next time, I’ll take both,” Clint remarks offhandedly. His grin, though, shows too many teeth to appear innocent. “Or, you know, you could use your words.”

It certainly is a new experience that Tony can hurt people by leaving them alone, by taking himself out of the equation. Up until now, he thought Pepper and Rhodey are anomalies.

“I was trying to not provoke you into shooting me with your new toy,” Tony smirks. Talking usually gets him into trouble.

With careful fingers, Clint replaces the arrow and closes the box, nodding at Tony in thanks as he stashes it to the side. When he is back at his seat, his expression is a little more serious.

“Perhaps you should just put up a sign when you don’t want to be disturbed,” Clint says once he is seated.

It would have been too nice if they could have just let this topic be. They argued, Tony apologizes the way he knows best, surely that is enough. “The door was closed, Barton,” Tony replies dryly. “That’s usually a good indicator.”

Next time, he just has to initiate lockdown. The problem is that Pepper always finds out if he spends too much time locked up there. Tony has no particular interest in discussing the reasons with her. She has never liked talking about his nightmares since they usually remind her of hers.

“It’s your workshop,” Clint says slowly as if this is news to anyone at the table, “where things blow up all the time. I’d very much hope you keep the doors closed. What I mean is, tell me to go without the yelling.”

Tony pushes down the urge to answer something scathing. He had told Clint to go. Several times.

“Perhaps I should have a look at your hearing aids then,” Tony quips with just enough sharpness underlying the words to warn Clint off, “since they’re apparently not doing their job.”

For a moment, Clint sits straighter but then visibly relaxes his shoulders with a grin, inclining his head to indicate he is not going to start another fight. Next to him, Natasha wears a private smile, barely visible if one does not know where to look.

With their conversation out of the way, a little more life returns to the kitchen. Conversations start, Bruce orders them to help with getting the food on the table.

They are all still trying to figure out each other’s moods and quirks. Tony will learn to keep his doors closed instead of going on the attack. Perhaps he will even find someone to distract him from his bad moods. Sometimes, Natasha takes him sparring. Sometimes, Bruce and he talk.

The Avengers are still a work in progress. Luckily, Tony is not one to give up.

Steve stands in front of Tony’s workshop, far more nervous than he ever was before entering one of the recruitment offices, chanting his chosen fake name inside his head, determined to be picked this time. Something about Tony Stark is more terrifying than the prospect of fighting a war. It feels the same, at times. A constant uphill battle where the ultimate goal is not even in sight yet.

That said, things are getting better. Steve is not sure he deserves any credit for that, but it is like all of them have decided to just become more patient with each other. Especially since Clint and Tony’s argument last week. Whatever it was about, that new explosive arrow design helped smooth things over.

If anything, Steve now feels like the odd man out. Natasha is following Clint’s lead and has softened her edges. Bruce and Tony are working better together than ever. For the first time ever, Steve sees the wariness in Tony’s eyes whenever they meet. It is buried deep but grows whenever they argue. It is not that hard to admit that Thor has been right. Steve does not clash with Tony just because they have differing opinions. Tony does not disagree out of spite. They really do not know how to deal with each other. Steve is here to begin to change that.

Well, he has been here for ten minutes already, standing in front of the closed door. No matter his inner resolve, his hand refuses to knock. He has already refused JARVIS announcing him, so he is stuck.

Without warning, the door is ripped open, revealing Tony. While he is wearing his working clothes, his face is one he usually dons for the press, a mixture between blank and smirking, drawing in attacks without letting them through. It is as if Steve’s mere presence has Tony preparing for a fight.

“What?” Tony snaps by way of greeting, then almost hesitantly changes course, “What happened?”

Before he came down here, Steve has prepared what he wants to say, a nice little speech designed to keep them from stumbling into yet another misunderstanding. The moment he is faced with Tony, though, all those words vanish from Steve’s mind.

“Nothing happened,” Steve says quickly.

He instinctively takes a step forward in case Tony decides to close the door in his face. In response, Tony raises an eyebrow at him.

“What have I done wrong then?” Tony asks, crossing his arms in front of him.

The impossibility of their situation has Steve almost giving up. Ever since that first meeting on the helicarrier, they have been like this, expecting an attack and ready to counter.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Steve says.

He fights not to wince when Tony’s smirk grows. “That must be a first.”

Steve is sure this is meant to be provoking and he feels the immediate annoyance rising inside him, but he is here to forge a new path instead of walking their old one for the thousandth time.

Consciously relaxing his tense shoulders, Steve says, “I’ve been told repeatedly now to ask you about Afghanistan.”

Amazed by his own inability to stay on course for one whole minute, Steve almost misses the deep rotted misery flashes over Tony’s face before it closes off.

“And now you want to get it over with like a bothersome chore,” Tony drawls. “I get it.”

This time, Steve cannot find a single excuse to blame him for his tone. He is sure he would react worse if someone came to him and wanted to know about the Valkyrie out of the blue. Especially since Steve must be the last person in this tower that Tony would want to talk about is trauma to.

“No, I –” Steve shakes his head in frustration. “It’s like everything I say to you comes out wrong. It’s also hard not to make wrong assumptions when I know so little about you.”

“So I’m supposed to spill out my sad little life story to you, so next time you yell at me you can say something that actually hurts?” Tony scoffs. His expression tightens, making him look like he is one wrong word away from hitting Steve with the door after all. “Just a thought,” he adds in a scathing tone, “you could try that thing where you don’t assume the worst of me just because I exist.”

That is fair. Looking back, Steve can see how he did that every time Tony did, well, anything, whether he went off-script during a press release or changed plans mid-battle or just minded his own business in his own home. Steve likes to complain that people like Tony Stark are everything that is wrong with the future, but in a twisted way, Tony has become a sort of anchor for Steve, something to hold on to in this new century, even if it insults his sensibilities.

Taking a deep breath, Steve explains, “I would like to know so I can be aware of situations that are difficult for you even when you don’t want to say anything.” Remembering their misadventure in the lab, he adds, “Preferably before we get thrown into them.”

“Then read my file,” Tony says dismissively. His face remains twisted into something off-putting but his posture otherwise loosens a bit. “Natasha wrote it. It’s a fun ride.”

Steve knows about Natasha spying on Tony and not recommending him for the Avengers. That is not the main reason he disliked Tony from the very beginning, but it played a big part. If someone trained to read people assessed Tony as unfit to be a hero, Steve’s own feelings on the matter could not have been that wrong, after all.

“I want you to tell me what you’re ready for me to know,” Steve reasons, He thinks mentioning that he has read that file will not get them anywhere. “I’d hate to make things worse for you. I want us to trust each other.”

In the silence that follows, Tony stares at Steve like he has grown a second head. Internally, Steve has to agree with the incredulity he displays. Trust is a very far-fetched wish. Perhaps not laying into each other every time they meet would be a more sensible goal for now. Withdrawing now would only make things worse, though, so Steve keeps his face earnest and does not budge.

“If this is a heart on heart,” Tony finally says, obvious mocking in his tone, “I suppose you’re going to tell me all about yourself too?”

He looks smug, like he is sure he has won this argument, like he expects Steve will just clench his jaw and leave. Steve is so tempted to give him that, to turn around and tell Thor that he tried, at least. Instead, he inclines his head as if Tony’s request is completely reasonable. Perhaps it is. Trust is a two-way street after all.

“What do you want to know?” Steve asks, careful to keep his eyes on Tony, both to show he is serious and to not miss Tony’s reaction.

Tony does not disappoint. His eyes widen just a bit before they narrow. He looks at the empty hallway behind Steve as if he expects someone to jump out and call “Prank.” When nothing happens, his expression solidifies into something harder.

“How close were you really to my father?”

Taken aback, it is Steve’s turn to stare. He has expected a lot of things, accusations wrapped in insults or Tony hitting Steve’s insecurities with one well-placed remark. This, however – there is something raw on Tony’s face, making his question seem like it is an honest one.

Steve is very aware that he is still standing right out in the open. Normally, the hallway in front of the workshop is not a place where he would expect people showing up all of a sudden. Clint has developed a habit of coming here fairly often lately, though. This is not the right place to open his heart, but he can hardly ask Tony to let him in. This feels like a test.

“We weren’t –” Steve begins, resolved to answer Tony’s question to the best of his ability. It is not as easy as it seems. “I mean, he helped me out quite a lot. He made me my shield. He flew me into an active war zone once. He offered me shelter. He was a good man.”

For all that Steve has spent his first weeks after meeting Tony for signs of Howard in him, his relationship with the older Stark was not actually that close. Steve’s years in the war were a whirlwind of struggling to do what is right and survival. He has made meaningful friendships there, but Howard was not the type to sit around a campfire and share stories. He was always aiming to impress, which he certainly managed. Steve owes him a lot, but that is basically the farthest they ever got.  

“All my life, he compared me to you. I was never measuring up, of course,” Tony says, the light in his eyes fierce. “He made it sound like you two were the best of friends, off saving the world together. He was always so disappointed that I was just human, while you, apparently, didn’t have any flaws at all.”

Immediate protest jumps to Steve’s lips to defend Howard. Looking at Tony, though, he realizes that this does not sound awfully much out of character. Howard might have always been good at recognizing the value of things, but he has never been a man of the heart. The few times they talked about love and possible families were mostly spent with Steve gushing about Peggy without ever actually mentioning her name. Howard had been curiously impassionate about that topic, although Steve remembers the word legacy coming up.  He has never thought much about it since they had a war to fight.

“I didn’t know that,” Steve says quietly. “I’m sorry.”

He has meant for that to stop a possible argument before it can begin, but Tony does not look mollified, like he has been expecting a different answer.  

“Don’t apologize for my father’s failures,” Tony says, distinct irritation in his tone. “The thing is, he told me you wouldn’t like me. And then, the first thing we do after meeting for the first time? We lay into each other. We do everything short of starting an outright brawl. If not for Loki’s brilliant timing, I’m sure we would have gotten there sooner rather than later anyway.”

“That was the sceptre’s influence,” Steve says slowly, even while he is trying to process why Howard would sow discontent between his own son and a man who was reportedly dead. It does not make any sense, but Tony sounds upset enough that Steve does not question it for a second.

“Was it, though?” Tony asks, taking a small step forward as if to underline his argument. “I was already sure you’d hate me, and you were looking for signs of Howard in me. We were meant to clash.”

Put like that, Tony has a point. They never met each other from neutral positions. SHIELD’s introduction to the future alone had biased Steve.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t do better now,” Steve says, willing himself to believe it. That is the whole reason for this little standoff; to start over. “You’re not your father, and I’m not just Captain America.”

Steve is sure Tony will say no. He looks like he already has a rejection on his tongue, ready to hurl it and cut Steve out of his life for good. For the first time, that thought has regret rising in Steve.

To his utter surprise, Tony closes his eyes briefly before nodding his head. “All right,” he says. He still sounds like it is an undesired chore, but Steve will take what he can get. “J, schedule a retelling of my sob story for tonight. My room. Take a nap, Cap, and bring some popcorn. It’ll take a while.”

Not waiting for an answer Tony does close the door in Steve’s face now albeit gently so. For a long moment, Steve remains rooted in space. This conversation went better than he expected, even if the worst part is still ahead of them. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Steve realized that he has to leave and build up enough courage to meet Tony again tonight. As if one time was not bad enough.

Just yesterday, though, he stumbled over Clint, Tony and Natasha sprawled over the couch in the living room, laughing loudly. He left before they could spot him, but their faces are burned into his memory. When he thinks of Tony smiling, he sees that shark-like thing Tony likes to throw at reporters, full of boundless confidence and the certainty that he is meant for higher things. This, however, has been different. Tony’s eyes had been bright, his face was curled into comfortable wrinkles.

Steve knows he will go to Tony’s room tonight and do his best to find an amicable way forward for them. Because, just once, he would want for Tony to smile at him that way.

Something is wrong. Clint notices that before he has even fully stepped into the kitchen. The only other person already there is Steve and he looks worn out, going through the motions of preparing breakfast with a far-away look on his face.

“Good morning,” Clint greets loudly, managing to startle Steve. While this would usually bring him satisfaction – everyone not named Natasha has a hard time trying to sneak up on their good Captain with his enhanced senses – it falls flat since Steve only mutters something under his breath and goes right back to mechanically scrambling eggs.

It is a mystery, and one that does not bode well for the team. They are slowly falling together, but another crisis, no matter of which nature, could set them back immensely. Clint does not ask, though, not immediately. People have nightmares and bad days. That does not mean their careful truce has to come apart.

Slowly, the rest of the team filters in. Natasha appears and drains Clint’s coffee before she goes and gets her own. She picks up on Steve’s mood immediately but does not say anything either, and merely throws a questioning glance at Clint. Bruce and Thor come in together, discussing what sounds like Asgardian tech. Of all of them, their friendship might have been the most surprising, considering Bruce’s rather shy and Thor’s boisterous nature. The more time passes, the more obvious becomes that it fits them.

Tony’s seat stays empty. That in itself is not very surprising. Their resident genius has never heard of a healthy sleep schedule or the concept of eating three meals a day. Sometimes he comes into the kitchen looking both wired and exhausted after an all-nighter to drown himself I coffee. Most of these days, Clint is sure he goes right back to the workshop. Other times, he sleeps until noon and is still cranky when someone dares to wake him.

He is very much unpredictable, and normally, Clint would not have paid much attention to Tony’s absence – they had lunch together the day before, so he has not holed up long enough to go blazing in with food and lectures. Steve’s behaviour, though, puts a new light on the scene. Every few moments, Steve’s eyes slid to Tony’s empty seat, which is just about the only interaction he has with anyone in the room. Otherwise, he just stares ahead and puts food into his mouth without sense or order.

Something, Clint decides, is definitely wrong. Just because he prefers to hit his problems with arrows until they go away does not mean he cannot be subtle, though, so Clint waits patiently until everyone is done eating. Then he looks meaningful at Natasha, inclining his head just so in Steve’s direction. Nothing changes in her demeanour, but, just a moment later, she herds Bruce and Thor out of the room under some excuse about training or some mission. Clint does not exactly listen because he is busy staring at Steve, who looks like he has not even noticed their departure.

“What’s going on with you?” Clint asks, turning in his seat to fully face Steve, who whips up his head, visibly surprised at being talked to.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” Steve says, frowning when he sees they are the only ones left in the kitchen.

With some impatience, Clint clicks his tongue. He wishes they could just skip the games. With two spies on the team, one old god, a man used to being on the run, and one taught to manipulate people, few secrets actually remain so in this tower.

“You’ve been jittery all morning,” Clint explains slowly, “watching the door as if you were waiting for a horde of doombots to fall in and devour us right there.”

For a moment, Steve looks like he would prefer that over talking to Clint. “That’s a disturbing image,” he says, aiming for a dry tone. “Also, JARVIS would have alarmed us if there were intruders.”

“Not my point,” Clint dismisses simply. “Stop trying to change the topic.”

Again, Steve’s eyes stray over to Tony’s empty seat. It is probably too much to ask for subtlety from someone walking around clad like the American flag.

“I –” Steve briefly bites his lower lip, avoiding to look at Clint. “I talked to Tony last night.”

Clint feels doubt pooling in the pit of his stomach. Those never just talk. Not without insults flying or battlefields being torn apart. “And the tower is still standing?”

A small frown appears on Steve’s forehead. “We didn’t argue. I asked about Afghanistan, as you advised. We just – talked.”

Clint very much hopes Steve did not open his line of questioning by mentioning Clint is responsible for it. Otherwise, all the progress between him and Tony might be destroyed. Again. “And?”

“And what?” Steve asks back, sounding almost irritated. That is not very promising.

Leaning forward, Clint asks pointedly, “Did you pressure him into it? How was he when you left?” Since Steve’s face darkens with each word, Clint adds with some humour, “Can we expect mum and dad to stop arguing so much?”

“I believed him,” Steve says with deliberate firmness.

Disappointment spreads through Clint. This was not the right answer. Questioning whether Tony’s trauma actually happened has never been the intention behind nudging Steve to take an interest in his teammate’s stories. This was supposed to make things better, to help them understand each other more.

“I hope that’s not all you took away from that?”

“No. I mean – He’s such a good actor. There is nothing in his file about it, and Natasha’s report too shows him as he was before.” A degenerate and careless billionaire then. “But the way he talked about it – I guess he should be more messed up.”

“He’s a Stark,” Clint says, unsure whether he wants to say that this means Tony is hereditarily a mess or that he just cannot allow himself to seem like one, no matter how he truly is. Leaving every party drunk and with two women in his arms might cause shocking headlines, but in the end, that is what people expect from Stark, what they want to hear. Actual trauma, PTSD – that is still not something publicly discussed. More so, Tony likely does not even admit suffering from it to himself.

Steve looks down at his empty plate, rearranging the cutlery with a thoughtful expression. “How do you know about all of that?” he then asks, sounding lost.

Clint could almost pity him for that. “None of us knows all of it,” he says. “I’ve never had a heart-to-heart with Tony either. It’s just obvious something bad happened.”

Then again, perhaps it is not. Steve lived in a way and never got to go home afterwards. The forties were not exactly a time where people could get help for dealing with trauma. Back then, soldiers went home and had to get back to their lives. And if they did not, it was them who were faulty.

“You didn’t know him before,” Clint continues, knowing Tony’s playboy times will come up sooner rather than later. “I’m pretty sure a lot of his flashiness then was an act to, but one he lived fully. Afterwards, it wasn’t just SI’s weapons division that burned. Tony has a lot of issues. Some of them you could write down as a rich person’s quirks, but not all of them and not with how quickly he developed them.”

Clint wonders whether Steve is now cataloguing all the little tells that show Tony Stark is absolutely not fine, no matter how easily he seems to pretend. There are the fake smiles that have become so much sharper, and the instinctive motions to protect the arc reactor whenever he is in an argument, and the way he always fully faces an enemy although he must have been taught to always give an attacker as little chance to land a hit as possible.

Judging on the frown Steve is still sporting, though, leniency towards Tony’s character is still a way off.

“Why doesn’t he tell anyone, then?” Steve asks. “If he has changed, why does he keep up the act?”

The hypocrisy of that has Clint wanting to hit something. He almost wants to snarl back and remind Steve of how much he is not talking about his problems either. Everybody knows about the picture of Peggy Carter he sometimes takes out before a fight, or how he likes to sit up on the roof of the tower, too close to the edge, or how he spends their time out carefully not looking at how New York’s skyline has changed.

Nobody on this team knows how to deal healthily with trauma. Nobody just talks about it. Just because Tony’s life is much more public then theirs, much flashier and unforgiving, does not mean that he should get pressured by his own team on top of the rest of the world. No one cares for how the rest of them deals with their shit as long as they function out in the field. Tony, though, has to get up and face the masses. No one ever said being a Stark is easy.

“Tony has more than himself to think about,” Clint finally says, unsure how to make Steve understand that. Where he comes from, media coverage was nothing like it is today. One wrong word now and so much of one’s lifework can go up in flames. “How he acts and holds himself has an influence on his company and thousands of people working for him. He can’t just take a break from being himself. He can’t just become someone else.”

“He did, though,” Steve argues. “He stopped making weapons.”

“And Stark Industries only survived because Tony worked day and night to keep it afloat.” When Natasha came back from her assignment at SI, she had been impressed by that, by Tony’s willingness to run himself ragged for his company despite his obvious character flaws. “If he had changed who he is at the same time, neither he nor the company would have had a chance. People knew two things back then: that SI makes the best weapons and that Tony Stark is an incorrigible playboy.”

Clint understands the concept of masks, he grew up in a circus, after all. He does not particularly like it, nor does he have any patience for it, but he sees how they can be useful and necessary at times. Also, Tony has been donning his less and less when in Clint’s presence. That helps.

“Clint,” Steve says suddenly, sounding urgent, “what are you afraid of?”

The question catches Clint off-guard. They are talking about Tony here not him, and especially not about what Clint might hypothetically fear.

“I very much hope this is not how you started the conversation with Tony,” he replies dryly, buying himself time with a joke. “But in case that is, in fact, how you’re doing this, please let me be there when you ask Nat. It’ll be fun to watch her take you down.”

Steve does not smile. “No, I mean now. You’ve been disliking Tony for the longest time too, but now you’re defending him the loudest.”

Holding in a curse, Clint stares hardly at Steve. He is so tired of this, of walking in circles. Being thrown together as Fury did to them might have not been easy, but it is long enough, and they have done enough good, that it should not be too much to ask for them to just suck it up and become a team already.

“Tony’s still an asshole,” Clint says slowly, “but underneath that he is kind and loyal, and he deserves getting backup from us.”

Deliberately not looking at Steve’s reaction – because it might come to blows if he sees any doubt on Steve’s face, and contrary to public opinion he is not reckless enough to initiate a fistfight with a supersoldier without his bow or Natasha nearby – Clint gets up and gathers some bread and left-over pancakes on a plate.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, sounding surprised that their conversation is cut short. Clint thinks it has been going on for far too long already. He is not the type to explain everything in excruciating detail.

“To check up on Tony,” Clint says, rolling his eyes because that should have been obvious. “He’s the kind to bury his trauma. Spilling his guts doesn’t help with that.” He knows that intimately.

“I didn’t think –” Steve starts but Clint is tired of this.

“You’ve got us for that,” he interrupts with fake cheer. “You keep pointing us at where we need to hit stuff, and we’ll do the picking up again afterwards.”

He only realizes that might have been a bit harsh when Steve’s face falls. Things are not perfect, but Steve is trying, Clint has to concede that at least. They are all more or less stumbling around attempting to make this work. He is not going to offer an apology, but perhaps he will hold his tongue next time.

To his utter surprise, Steve gets to his feet too, expression morphing into something cautious. “Can I come with you?” he asks quietly. “I mean, you’re right, someone should probably check up on him. And I should –”

Make more of an effort, Clint thinks but does not say it. Instead, he shrugs. “Suit yourself. Might do you two some good to have a buffer for your enormous egos there with you. Pack more of those pancakes. I’ll take the eggs.”

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Save Me [Series] (1)

Summary: You have a terrific set of skills when it comes to close combat, Tony saw a great potential in you that’s how you joined The Avengers. It’s like having a new family, everyone is very accommodating and hospitable. And then finally you met this guy – James.

Pairing: Bucky x Enhanced Alexa Cannes ; Peter Parker x EAC

W/C: 1.4k+

Warnings: swearing, bit of fluff

A/N: This is my first time to write a series, I’ve written my first fic and I think it went pretty well. Also, English is not my first language so please please bare with me. This is just for fun, but I hope you guys enjoy this. Tell me if you liked this, then I will post second part. I accept comments guys! Thank you in advance.

Chapter 1

It was just another ordinary morning as Alexa was having her brewed coffee, her phone lighted up and buzzed,

“Hey Lexy!”

“What is Mr Stark up to?”

“Just checking in again.”

“Really miss our missions, hoping to do one again soon.”

“Anyway, it’s Peter.”

“Parker.”

You can’t help but smirked. “Kids.” You scroll up, and there was like a thousand messages from him. Before Tony and Pepper headed to Hawaii, Tony left you your most important task.

“Hey Lex, what are you up to today?” said the red head super spy. It was Natasha Romanoff sipping on her smoothie.

“Ugh. Same old task, Nat. Have to keep an eye on Peter. Make sure he won’t do anything stupid. Maybe until Tony is back from Hawaii,” she answered, checking on her high-tech wrist watch.

“Have you met Peter?” Asked Natasha.

“Uhm, no. Not yet. Why? What’s he like?” you asked narrowing your eyes.

“Well, he’s a nice kid – talkative. You know what, you should probably meet him! Guys your age could really get along.” Natasha grinned.

Alexa stared at Natasha looking rather irritated. “Look. One, I don’t date younger guys. Two, I don’t think Tony will like the idea of me and that kid hooking up.” You smirked, raising your eye brow.

Natasha chuckled, “Wanna go some few rounds? I wanna get pumped up today.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Just let me finish my coffee and I’ll be right down in a minute.”

This is your favourite time of the day, getting yourself trained by Natasha on close combat skills. Then later in the afternoon, you decided to do some target shooting with Jim Rhodes or as he call himself, the War Machine.

“Oh, nice. You improved a lot, Lex.”Rhodes complimented Alexa after hitting bull’s eye. “Honestly, your combat fighting skills are really substantial. But as you know, learning how to use weaponry are really a great advantage.” He explained.

“Yes sir.” You answered.

“You are a fast learner, Alexa. Now I can really see what Tony is talking about. You’re a natural. You just need some more trainings and you’re off to go on a real mission. Anyway, I think that will be all for today.” Rhodes gave a gentle pat on Alexa’s shouldered.

Your body felt so good after today’s training so you decided to have a quick shower, but before you could leave the room, FRIDAY called you.

“Miss Alexa, I think you may want to see this…”

You looked down on your smart phone and FRIDAY showed you a live video. It was Peter Parker involving himself in a clash against two huge men with guns.

“What the fuck is he doing?” you whispered to yourself while watching the clip. Gun fired everywhere. “This guy is an idiot.” She murmured shaking her head. Another incoming call from Tony Stark.

“Alexa. Are you seeing this?” asked Tony.

“Yes, Tony. I’m on my way.” You jumped on your feet.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” He ended the call. I’ll meet you there? Isn’t he in Hawaii? She thought. Using Tony’s R8, she hit the road to Queens as fast as she could.

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You got in the location FRIDAY provided in just 25 minutes. In the dark sky, not more than seventy meters high, an unknown man with huge wings that nearly looked like a vulture, dropped a small red body in the open air. Red slim suit, you easily recognized him as Spider Man.

“Oh fuck!” you rapidly got herself out of the car. But before you could reach the lake to jump, Peter’s body fell in to the lake.

“Shit!” you hissed. But pretty sure before Peter’s body could totally sink in the dark water, another bright figure dived deep into it. And in just a couple of seconds, two bodies rose from the lake. It was Iron Man carrying Peter’s body in his arms.

“Tony?” you asked.

Iron Man laid Peter’s body on the solid ground. You rushed to Peter to check on his vital signs. You sighed as you heard his heartbeat. You turned his head to the side allowing any water to drain from his mouth or nose. He coughed out the water and opened his eyes.

“Who- who are you?” Peter asked her looking a bit confused. He slowly got himself to sit.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, kid?” Tony riled. “You could get yourself killed!” he raved.

“No, Mr Stark, they were the bad guys! They were using something alien and merging it in their guns!” Peter exclaimed.

“Please Mr Stark, just one more chance! I will make sure they will be behind bars this time. I’ll get them! Please Mr Stark sir.” He pleaded to Tony.

Tony sighed. “You’ll never let this go, aren’t you kid?”

“No sir. I just want to show you that I can take this mission on my own. If you will just let me.” Peter explained and looked very determined to have Tony’s approval.

Tony gazed at Peter and then shifted his eyes on you. “Alexa, I won’t be back until next week. And this kid –“

“Wait – what? You’re Alexa?!” he asked pointing at you.                

“Hey. Yep, that’s me.” you replied.

“Oh, ohh. Hi, I’m Peter. Parker” offered his hand.

“Yeah, hi.” You shook hands and it looked like Peter is so overwhelmed meeting you.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough.” Tony cut them off. And Peter was obviously mesmerized by how you look.

“Look here kid, I’m really sorry but I can’t let you do this kinds of missions yet. I’ll have someone to get this done. For now, I want you to stay on the ground and please refrain yourself from doing crazy stuff.” Tony said.

“But –“

“That would be it. That’s my final warning. Do this again and you’ll bid goodbye to that suit, young man.”

“And you,” Tony is now looking at you. “Take him home. We’ll talk later.”

“Okay. Hey wait, I thought you’re still in Hawaii?” you’re puzzled. Iron Man’s helmet slide up to show that it was empty. It was just a suit. “Oh, of course, you’re in Hawaii.” Amazed, you got an answer to your own question. “I’ll take him home.”

The empty suit fly out in the air and disappeared.                                                                                          

“Come on now, Spidey. I’ll give you a ride home.” You led him to the car.

“But why won’t he let me?” Peter irked.

“You heard the old man. Come on.” you snapped.

None of you was breaking the ice as soon as you both get yourselves in the car. You fired the engine and drove. You noticed that the kid was upset. “Hey Pete, why so silent?” you asked.

“Sorry. I was just –“ He sounded like he’s annoyed, “It’s embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?” you asked.

“That you have to see me being scolded by Mr Stark.” He hardly can’t look in your eyes.

“Oh that. It’s okay. You know him, he can really be over protective at times.” She genuinely smiled at him.

“Uh, are you receiving my texts?”

“All of them. I’ve read them.”

“Oh I see. Strict boyfriend?” He grinned.

“What – no, no.” You almost choked. “No boyfriend.”

“Whoa there. You’re – with a face like that, I don’t believe you.” he appealed.

“Well, I really don’t have time for that now, I engage myself in training.” She smiled.

As you both reached Parker’s residence, you felt that you need to rush and had this feeling that it’s going to be a long night for you.

“We’re here.” You said turning in the hand brakes.

“Hey, uhm, thanks for the ride, Alexa.” He smiled at you. “I hope maybe we can, you know, hang out some day or just – wait, do you stay in the Tower?” he inquired.

“Yes.” You briefly answered.

“Whoa, that’s cool! Can I come visit you sometime? You know, I could, uhm. Train with you. I know I got loads to learn. And it will be so great to do it with you.” He flashed a wide smile on you.

“Yeah, I think that’d be cool too. Hey, listen. I need to break this up I know we just met, and I really wanna know you more, but uh I still need to do few errands. So uh…”

“Oh yeah, right. Sorry. It was really nice meeting you. You’re awesome!”

“Thanks, Pete!” He opened the door and waved his last goodbye.

Gee, will this kid just won’t shut up. Nat is right.

You thought to yourself.

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[skeletonwoman]

Cotton Eye Thor (Thor)

this was a req!! Yay!!

Request:  I absolutely loved “Your Face” and was wondering if you could write another Thor imagine taking place right after Ragnarok where the reader and Thor are reunited for the first time since Thor loses his father, his eye, etc. and he breaks down and the reader comforts him. Super super fluffy please ❤️ (If it fits, could the reader be Tony’s daughter? But if it would just be irrelevant you can leave that out, whatever you think is best). Thanks

i hope you like it! it took days  to complete

HELLA RAGNAROK SPOILERS EVERYBODY. HELLA. ;)

“It was a ski trip,” you snarl, barely holding back your rage. “It wasn’t a f*cking declaration.”

Tony laughs, completely ignoring your words as he regales Pepper with your best moments from the weekend.

You’re so stupid. A few PhD’s and suddenly you think you can handle a delusional Stark?

“Seriously Tony,” you growl and he sighs, shooting Pepper a look before he turns toward you. You can see the small curve to her mouth, as if it’s all so adorable.

“Daughter-”

“Nope.”

“I’m having a conversation, what do you need?”

He says it so calmly. As if it’s no big deal.

You’re so stupid. No ski trip is worth this. Well… This one you just went on was fan-f*cking-tastic.

“I need you to stop calling me your daughter. Someones going to hear it and think it’s genuinely true.” You try to give him a serious look, that this is a serious issue and he smirks.

“Shall I list the evidence,” he begins, his Jarvis imitating voice out in full force. Asshole. “Your genius brain? Obviously from me. You have my mothers eyes. You’re a tiny ball of rage, just like I used to be- but I covered it with sarcasm rather than your outright hostility.” He grimaces and your teeth clench. “You’re easily the right age. And Fate somehow dropped you into my arms when you needed me most. The only thing we haven’t done is a DNA test because you’re afraid it’ll be positive and you’ll be my daughter and I’m afraid it’ll be negative and you’ll truly push me away.”

He grins widely and your anger melts away.

You want to say something, to ease him but there’s nothing you can say.

Pepper moves half a step closer, her palms smoothing over his shoulders and he subtly leans into her touch. Under her hands, his entire being softens and you sigh with relief.

Turning, you come face to face with your most favourite person in the entire universe. Of all the galaxies and stars and planets and peoples. This is your favourite.

And he looks like shit.

But even shit, he’s still yours. And you’re his- despite how much being his sucks. 

“My love!” Thor booms playfully and you throw yourself into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I have missed you!”

“Okay, that’s my kid, bro,” Tony grumbles and you scoff, your eyes glued to your best friends face as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

“I’ve missed you too,” you hum, and he beams at you. Tony makes another grumbly sound and you roll your eyes- brightening Thors smile.

“Where’ve you been, anyway?” Tony asks and you frown slightly, shifting slightly. Thor releases you slowly, your body dragging down his a touch more than necessary.

You note that Tony makes an indignant noise about this as well.

“Out, about.” He waves a vague hand, still holding you tight to his body with the other. He catches your gaze, “would you like to go watch Greys Anatomy? Where I have been, I have not kept up.”

You frown slightly, your gaze darting about his face before you swallow.

“Of course, there’s been two new seasons since I last saw you, gorgeous. You’ll never guess what’s gone down.”

He smirks knowingly before hefting you with a firemans lift over his shoulder. Your surprised squeak bursts into a laugh and you smack his ass hard.

“You have to ask!” You shout, smacking him again and he moans exaggeratedly.

“Harder! Yeah, baby!”

“I hate both of you,” Tony snarls and Pepper laughs softly. Your view of them disappears around a corner and Thors shoulders suddenly soften under your stomach.

“Thor?”

“Not yet,” he murmurs and you smooth your palms over his back reassuringly.

“Is this where we left off?” You ask, glancing from the screen to Thors face. He nods, tension around his eyes and you crawl up the bed. Collapsing against his side, you gently palm his cheek and smooth your thumb against his temple. “How’d this happen?”

His head tilts into your palm and his remaining eye falls closed.

“I…” He exhales a heavy breath and presses a kiss to your wrist. “I had a vision when we first met Wanda, when she… Gave those dark visions to everyone, I saw something. After that I went-” He shakes his head. “Erik Selvig tracked down a location for me and I induced another vision, that confirmed my fears. That Asgard would fall under the curse of Ragnarok.”

Your mouth falls open and you stare at his still closed eye.

“Did… Was…”

“I followed the clues to Surtur, the creature that was foretold to ruin Asgard and I defeated him. Took his helmet-crown-thing. I returned to Asgard on his warning and… Loki lives.”

You gasp audibly this time, and his lips twitch with the beginnings of a smile. His gaze catches yours and you raise your eyebrows.

“Yes. He had sent my father to Midgard, imprisoned him in an old persons home and worn my fathers guise and ruled in his stead. After I made him reveal himself we went in search of father. Met a Mr Strange. He was… A ridiculous little man.”

You giggle, your thumb running over his temple again. You’re familiar with Strange.

“Father gave us a vague message that his lifeforce was holding back a monstrous sister we had never met and that he lied about history. Then he died. And our sister arrived. Her name’s Hela and she’s the worst. She pushed us out of the Bifrost while trying to murder us and we ended up on a trash planet, Sakaar. I was enslaved into a fighting ring, my brother slept with the leader of the planet- he’ll never admit it. I found the Hulk, and a Valkyrie, the last of her kind- turns out my sister exterminated the lot of them. We escaped to Asgard, rescued the people, set off Surtur and he destroyed the planet while my sister- whos life force was tied to the planet, fought and died.” He coughs, blinking hard as if just noticing the tear tracks burning down his temples. “My brother lived, Banner lived, Heimdall lived. I don’t… know why I am so emotional.”

His arms encircle you, cuddling you against his chest while he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I missed you, more than I thought I would. Every time I went to sleep I wondered whether you were asleep too, whether you missed me, how soon it would be until I could come back to you.” He presses a dry kiss to your neck. “After it all happened, I had- I have a planet of men and women to find homes for. We have settled them on an island here but I don’t think this is forever, there is too many people on your planet already.”

“You’re going to find them a new planet? An second Asgard?” You tilt away from him to catch his eye and he mumbles an agreement. “And you’ll…”

“When I find it, I’ll have to remain there, as king.” His palm smooths up your back and into your hair. “I’ll also…” He clears his throat and his gaze darts from your face to the show playing in the background then back to you. “I will need a queen, to start a family- assure my peoples futures but-”

Are- can he hear your heart? You can hear it. Surely he can hear it. Hear it stopping, breaking, going too fast, cracking. Something. Somethings wrong. He’s still talking when you sit up, pushing back out of his grip.

The change is instantaneous, from nervous to panicked. Worried to fearful.

“Y/N,” he blurts and you hold up a palm.

He needs a broodmare. A pedigree bitch. Whatever animal breeding metaphor that comes to mind.

“I need-”

“I need you,” he cuts in, his hand cupping your jaw as he sits up. “I need you with me, because I can’t be a king, be anything for anyone if I’m not with you.”

“You just said-”

“That I need a wife and family, but I want you. And you can give me- be those things for me. Right? If you wanted- me, if you wanted me.” He expels a hard sigh, relief evident and you find yourself smiling. Somehow.

He wants you.

Despite everything, he wants you, wants you.

You’ve never kissed him.

He’s practically proposed and you’ve never even kissed him.

Your fingers bury themselves in his hair as you tug him to you, your lips finding his in a rushed kiss. For a moment, it’s messy and awkward and your heartrate spikes. You’re going to marry this- then it softens. And his hands are sliding around your waist while his tongue strokes into your mouth. And you’re on your knees, braced over his lap while his hands smooth over your ass- then squeeze.

A giggle pulls you apart and you can’t help beaming when your gazes clash. His grin is too smug but you can’t help but feel it too.

“I love you and I want you to be my queen. Will you consent to marrying me? Now or in the future?” He pauses for half a second- no time for you to answer. “Preferably sooner, we are in a lull that I am sure will not last. Should anything happen I want you to be cared for, you are my heart and my people must know it.”

“Tony would look after me- not that that matters right now, but Tony would look after me.”

He frowns, nodding but keeping his lips sealed. After another moment of silence it hits you.

“Oh! Yes, yes! I will, I’ll- Yeah, lets get married and do all the things that come with it. Queen, whatnot.”

To see the look on his face after you agree, you’d suffer a hundred royal positions. A thousand. Anything to have that moment forever.

Actually…

“FRIDAY! Do you have playback in the rooms?”

“On one minute loops, Miss.” Comes the automated voice and you sigh happily.

“I want a record of this last minute. I want the minute before I asked you about playbacks.”

“Yes, Miss. It has been sent to your tablet as an AVI.”

Scrambling off your new fiances lap, you snatch your tablet from beside the bed and crawl back up beside him. On screen, you can see his face clearly where your back is to the camera. Your position brings warmth to your cheeks, though it might have something to do with the soft kisses he’s placing on your neck. Your on screen self nods and… There.

“I love you, by the way. I love you too,” you say, dropping the tablet behind you and climbing back aboard him. “I love you and want to marry you. And Friday, I want this few seconds as a clip too.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I didn’t edit it in my excitement to finally post and be done etc so i guess just f*cking kill me if it’s riddled with mistakes (they often are- it’s like my thing at this point)

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[geminimoonbeamx]

Winter Wonderland

A/N: A continuation of The Nutcracker. I don’t know why my internal clock has skipped Halloween time hype and has gone straight to Christmas mania but it has. So expect a couple more Christmas smut’s after this one. I’m on a roll, ya’ll

Word Count: 7k… Damnnnn sorry guys. I got carried away.

Warnings: NSFW, Fingering, Oral sex(female receiving)Alcohol consumption. And until I earn to control my sailor like mouth, all of my stories will contain strong language.

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You we’re rushing to finish getting ready. You’d misjudged how long it was going to take setting the decorators on the right path and spent hours meticulously making sure that the garlands around the staircase we’re perfect, tweaking ice sculptures and making sure floral arrangements were up to par. This Christmas party would be one to remember, and you we’re going to make sure everything was perfect.

Aesthetically, at least.

So, after taking up so much of afternoon down in the “show room” with Pepper and the other organizers you’d all but sprinted up to you bedroom. On a race against the clock to make sure you didn’t show up to the party you’d worked so very hard on looking like a total mess. You’d managed to shower, shaving and moisturizing in record time. Then you’d pulled your undergarments up your body, wiggling into the shapewear, huffing as you slid it up over your thick thighs and tummy. It held you nicely, controlling your rolls and making your body appear to be smooth and coke bottle shaped. With large curlers in your hair, making you look both glamorous and ridiculous, you work furiously on your makeup. Blending warm shades into your eyelids, perfecting your skin with foundation. Putting on false lashes that touched your cheeks when you blinked. Bronzing. Highlighting. The whole nine yards.

You we’re known for your girly, overdone ways.

You never really did know how to be “casual”

You slide on your dress, the velvet material gliding against your skin deliciously and admire it in the mirror for a moment. The maroon number is a gorgeous piece of clothing. It’s long sleeved, wrap styled, and came down just below your knees so it gave that elegant vibe, but the high slit up the side revealed enough thigh to keep it fun and modern.

Your sliding on your heels when Bucky walks through the door of your(pretty much shared) bedroom, not bothering to knock. You almost have a heart attack, and demand he make his presence known instead of ninja-ing everywhere.

“Sorry, doll” Bucky chuckles half heartedly as he looks you up and down, his steely eyes take on a predatory glint the more they take in “Christ, baby, you look gorgeous”

He’s never seen you dressed up like this; you appeared like you easily could have just walked in from the 40’s with the way your soft curls are pinned loosely to the side of your head and your make up makes your eyes look even more cat-like then usual. It floors him, to be honest. He tries not to stand there with his mouth hanging open. Tries, and fails.

His praises make you smile, but you ignore him and go to your jewelry counter, scowering it for that one pair of gold chain earrings. You don’t have the time to indulge your insatiable boyfriend right now. He cant tear his eyes away, the way the red velvet material of the dress hugs your figure is something absolutely sinful, especially when you bend over in those strappy heels of yours and the fabric pulls taught across your plump ass.

“Ooof, Bucky!” You protest, as his strong hands, both flesh and vibranium, grip you by the hips, pulling you backwards towards his broad chest.

“Baby, I don’t have time! We were supposed to be downstairs ten minutes ago!” You squirm in his grasp, but he’s unyielding as he buries his nose in your hair and nearly salivates.

You we’re wearing that perfume he loved too. The one that made your skin smell like candy. Vanilla laced with little hints of honeysuckle.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you trying to kill me tonight? Is that your plan?” You can feel his hot breath on your ear and it makes you claw at his arm, your cherry red nails digging into his dark suit jacket as you attempted to escape.

“No, It’s actually not. I’m going to need you to show some restraint right now, James. I have to finish getting ready” You scold him, looking him straight in the eye in the reflection on the large, vanity mirror so that he could see you were completely serious. He smirks at your use of his God given name.

“I’m serious, Buck, stop looking at me like that”

“Like what” He gruffs, holding tight to your waist, not breaking eye contact with your reflection. He looks like he might tear your dress off right now, the mischievous determination in his eyes is unnerving. You knew naughty Bucky; the man who’d reach up your skirt in a crowd, who’d pin you against the nearest wall and whisper things to you that would make the devil himself blush. You had no time for this side of him, at least not right now.

You push on his arms until he lets you spin in them, lets you face him. You pull up your big girl panties, determined not to let him hypnotize you with that gaze of his. And you knew just the way to get him to back off.

“Like you want to ruin all my hard work. Puddin’, you know I’ve been so excited for this” Your eyes go big and doe like, your voice drops a couple notches but raises a couple octaves “Let’s go enjoy this party, kay?”

He sighs. You really do play dirty. Your cartoon like pout never fails- you know he cant deny you anything when you look at him like this. His forehead drops to yours in resignation and you grin triumphantly.

You win, again. As usual. The man really was wrapped all the way around your finger.

“If you’re a good boy tonight, maybe I’ll let you open one of your Christmas presents early” You whisper to him, your tone sultry and promising before you press a quick kiss to his nose and yank yourself out of his dazed arms.

“There they are” You grab the earrings you’d been looking for and slip them on, leaving your semi hard boyfriend frozen in his place.

“You’re an evil woman” He accuses, looking like a kicked puppy dog.

“You’re in love with me” you singsong in return, still rushing around the room in a flurry. Bucky shakes his head, he cant deny that one.

The party is stunning, and as you walk through the foyer, your fingers laced with Bucky’s you fill a swell of pride in your stomach.

The Avengers “First Annual Winter Wonderland” charity bash is everything you and Pepper had dreamed up and more. It was elegant, and classy but still looked homey- the atmosphere warm. Shades of gold and silvers decked out every surface, clashing beautifully with the crimson accents and large pine trees. Everything twinkled, the effect of “ice” and “snow” really shown through.

You looked over at Bucky, waggling your eyebrows, a proud look on your face.

“Wow, doll. You really out did yourself” He commends, chuckling at how pleased with yourself you look. “I guess I can forgive you for runnin’ me up the fucken’ walls for these past few weeks. Your party turned out nice enough”

The thunk of you swatting his shoulder comes after his smartalick comment, but your chuckle follows it.

“Are you already starting crap? Isn’t it a little early for you to be such a pain in the neck?” Steve comes up to the two of you, looking sharp in his button down. Sharon is right beside him, her hair falling in polished waves. You’ve never seen her not in her usual work attire- so the dress she has on makes you do a double take.

Well god damn, get it Steve.

“Ha-ha. You decidin’ to come down of your Cap'in issued high horse and join the rest of us commoners tonight?” Bucky retorts, amused at Steve’s language choice, clapping his hand to his best friend shoulder. You roll your eyes fondly at the two. This was constant. They we’re such children. Before turning your attention to Sharon and telling her that her dress was to die for.

Us girls have got to stick together, was your life mantra.

The party is far from small; there’s at least a hundred plus people and even though Bucky has come a long way from his reclusive Bulgaria days, it’s still a little much for him. He sticks to either yours or Steve’s side, mingling cordially with the crowds of people. He was an Avenger, it came with the territory, so he knew he had to. No matter how much he didn’t want to.

“Baby I’m going to go check on Tony and Pepper” You whisper to him as you untangle your hand. You had your own rounds to make, and you didn’t want to force him too far out of his comfort zone. “I’ll be right back”

Bucky nods, not really wanting you to leave him, but he’s a grown man who knows his girls got a job to do so he kisses you on he cheek and tells you to “handle your business”

How you love him.

Bucky’s eyes are glued to your backside as you walk away, never leaving the sway of your hips until you disappear into the crowd

He hates to see you leave, but damn, does he love to watch you go.

Steve notices his friends staring and shakes his head “Come on, bud. Let’s go make our rounds. People magazine is over there, the want to give you a quick interview about making their 2017 ‘Most Beautiful list’”

Funniest part is, Steve wasn’t kidding. Bucky groans, desperately wishing that he could get drunk. All of this would be so much easier if he wasn’t forced to go through it sober. Screw his super soldier enhanced abilities. He’d give up super strength in a minute in return for being able to drink a beer and actually feel the after effects.

“I need a drink” He grumbles, his face sour. Lips turned down as he fights the urge to cross his arms over his chest.

Bing.

The idea pops into Steve’s head and he truly thinks he’s a genius…well maybe not so much because it just occurred to him now…Still super smart though…

“Steve?” Sharon questions him, one of her thinly manicured eyebrows raised at the look on her dates face.

“Hey, Buck, Thor’s at this party, huh?”

Bucky turns to look at his friend, feeling confused as Sharon looks “Yeah, why?”

“Let’s go find him”

You’ve been trying to find away to politely exit the conversation you’ve been trapped in with the ambassadors of both Bahrain and Denmark, talking politics at a Christmas party really wasn’t how you’d planned on spending your night. Still, you force a smile and add witty comments every now and then as you sip on your second spiked egg-nog cocktail.

When you finally find your way back to your side of the party, where your friends and colleagues- who all happened to be the same people we’re your happily tipsy. Definitely not drunk. Not even close. But buzzing pleasantly.

“Well look who finally made a jail break” Natasha greets you as you approach and you fight the urge to flip her off. Mostly everyone’s gathered at a couple of the tables that have been pushed together. Laughter is ringing the loudest from this area of the room. Clint, Laura, Tony, Pepper and Rhodey sit on one side. Followed by Thor and Bruce, who have been extremely close since their little trip to Asgard, then Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sharon and Bucky. Nat’s sitting next to Maria and they’re shit talking the head of the CIA. Scott’s there too, face down on the table. Sam’s at the buffet table chatting up a pretty brunette.

“Yeah, with no help from you. You’re such a great friend, Romanoff” You snipe at her and she holds up her hands, her green eyes laughing before turning back to Hill.

“There’s my best girl!” Bucky’s voice is too loud, booming joyously and you shoot him a glance, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you down, unceremoniously rough, into his lap.

“Bucky!” You hiss at him, trying to straighten yourself a bit, your cheeks tinging red. No one at the table even blinked but you still felt a little weird sitting your fat ass on your boyfriend in public.

He has you spread over both of his thighs, too. Almost bridal style, his metal arm cradling your back. Cuddling you to him

“I missed you. You’ve been gone forever” The slur in his voice is noticeable “You said you’d be right back”

Why does he sound like that?

You grab him by his freshly shaven chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes for a moment.

Searching.

Your e/c eye’s scan his icy, unfocused ones and you almost gasp at what you find.

“Holy fuck, are you drunk?”

He sniggers at this, lazily, through his nose and nods.

“Your boyfriends sloshed” Tony comments from across the table, slurring his own words heavily.

What the hell had happened? You’d been gone for forty five minutes, tops, and you come back and everyone’s shitfaced? How had Bucky even gotten drunk? You two had been trying different ways to get him inebriated for months. Whole cases of beer. Vodka. That one time you’d tried to keep up with him as he threw back tequila shots and he’d ended up carrying you to your room because you’d completely blacked out…then it dons on to you and your head snaps in Thors’ direction.

He gives you a sheepish grin and holds out the flask of Asgardian hell to you.

“You didn’t” You look down at your boyfriend who just laughs again, before pressing his face into your neck.

“Would you care for a shot, Lady Y/N?” Thor offers “Most everyone else has. You’re the one who stresses the very importance of team bonding”

“No I would not care for a shot, thank you very much” you would never willingly ingest even a drop of that vile liquid ever again “Last time I drank that I woke up two days later on my bathroom floor”

As you take in the faces of your friends, you can clearly see that almost all of them have decided to be lush’s and partake in the idiocy.

“You too, Steve?” You groan, his face is flushed from the liquor and he keeps reaching over to whisper into Sharon’s ear.

“Hey, Bucky’s always been a very talented peer pressurer!” Steve defends himself, hiccupping in between the sentence and you just shake your head, laughing at the hilarity of it all.

Clint’s head is on Laura’s shoulder and he’s looking at her as though she’s Aphrodite in the flesh. Bruce and Thor have started to arm wrestle. Wanda looks dazed, when you ask her if she’s okay she breaks out into a fit of giggles. Scott doesn’t even look like he’s breathing.

And Bucky,

Well he’s nuzzling his head deeper and deeper into your chest, the prickle of his chin against your most sensitive skin makes you jump a little bit and you place a hand on his hair, trying to urge him away from you.

“Bucky”

“This dress is so soft. Holy shit, what is this even made out of?” He runs his face all along the front of the dress and you wonder if he knows just how extremely inappropriate it looks. He’s all but motor-boating you, at a party full of government officials. And SHIELD agents, Celebrities. Publicity…

“You’ve gotta stop, mister” you urge him, going to stand up.

Him and that stupid strong death grip of his.

“Uh, uh Y/N last time I let you go you we’re gone forever” Bucky whines in protest, holding on to you tight.

Huh, so this is what your boyfriend was like drunk? Needy. You couldn’t complain, if you were being totally honest you loved it when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, but it just wasn’t the place for it.

“I’m going to go ten feet over to the buffet table and make you a plate of food so you can sober up a little bit, okay?” You reason.

“I’ll go with you”

“No, baby, just stay here. Look, you can literally see me. I’ll be right back” You laugh as you detach yourself from the overgrown man child and click over to the table, intending on loading him up a carb, bread filled plate.

You we’re happy he was enjoying himself, but you knew how gnarly the effects of that drink could be and you wanted to makesure you didn’t end up with a blacked out Bucky at the end of the night.

When you look over and see him taking yet another shot from the Asgardian flask you close your eyes and breathe through your nose. Yup. This night, was going to be a long one.

You pop one of the mini quiches into your mouth, as you finish loading Bucks plate up with every thing you knew he’d like- making sure to stay away from anything that looks particularly spicy.

“Here you go” you set the plate and water infront of him and he looks up at you with a dopey smile.

“Give me some sweetness, sugar” he puckers his lips up at you, his hands reaching for your waist “your too good to me”

You manage to evade being pulled back into his lap, opting instead for the seat beside him. He pouts but slings his arm across the back of your chair as he makes a dent in his plate.

You know this game, have danced this dance before. You’d been around this group while they were drunk countless times before. Tony got- well more Tony-er. Annoying arrogant and Rhodey was telling glory stories that you’d heard a thousand times, but you still listened intently because you know how his feelings got hurt when people ignored them.

Little brawler from Brooklyn Steve had come out to play and he was getting real invested in those arm wrestling matches. Him and Bucky had gone at it for a good fifteen minutes, both super soldiers amped up and evenly matched. You happen to know Buck let Steve win, you see it when it happens and you squeeze his hand in praise under the table for him being a good friend. Peter comes over, claiming “I get winner!” And pins Steves arm in five seconds flat. Highlight of the night is Steves face after that to be honest.

Natasha is making a rotation, flirting with everyone at the table, her energy amped up to a thousand.

“Stop staring at me, Nat!” You laugh as you feel her eyes burn holes into the side your your face. She’d been extremely touchy, as usual and you couldn’t wait to tease her about it in the morning.

She had a tendancy to get very lesbihonest with you when she drank.

“You really do have a goregous profile, you know that, Y/N” her voice is filled with admiration as she reaches over to smooth a flyaway strand hair away from your face. You didn’t even flinch from her touch, she was one of your closest friends and you were used to her drunken flirting with everything that walks.

“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” Bucky interrupted before you could reply, his voice filled with a ridiculous amount of pride “Could be a poster girl if she wanted to. My baby dolls such a dime piece”

You roll your eyes at the both of them.

“You guys are drunkkkk” you stress the end of the sentance with a laugh.

“No, Y/N. You really are so pretty” your surprised to hear that come from Laura “And the kids absolutely adore you. They can’t stop talking about you! Lila said she wanted us to adopt you so that you could come live on the farm”

You place a hand on your heart and your face scrunched up with the flood of love you have for those Barton kids. You wished they were down here instead of upstairs with the sitter.

“My heart” you accuse “I love those children”

You turn to Bucky then “I’m going to leave you to go live on the farm with my new adoptive parents, okay?” You tease him and he gives you a dangerous little smirk in response.

“Doll, if you think your ever going anywhere without me, your nuts” he informs you, simply. As though it was a fact, not a statement. Anyone else would have just thought it was a joke, but you could hear the undertone of it. See that possessive gleam in his eyes. The one that makes you all hot and fluttery every time.

You adjust in your seat, your thighs clamping together as you do. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he reaches over. Looking like he’s just kissing your hair. Innocently enough.

But his breath is in your ear, close and quiet enough so that only you can hear “You gushin in your panties for me, yet?”

You pull your head away, reaching for your glass and taking a sip of the cocktail. You’d been forced to deal with him and his insanely dirty mouth before, you knew how to handle it. Even if it did have your insides twisting in anticipation, you could keep a cool demeanor.

“Nope” you pop the 'p’ as you rebuff him. That makes him grin, his chin dropping to your shoulder.

“Liar” he challenges knowingly. He knows you, knows your body. Knows the pretty pair of panties you have on are probably dampening, even though you swear your a good girl, even though you try to deny it. He can only laugh at the death glare you shoot him, patting your thigh with his huge palm before he straightens back up.

Uh oh. You think. Drunk Bucky is a dangerous Bucky.

It goes on like that for the duration of the night, the drunk Avengers are definitely an interesting sight to behold and you have a feeling there’s going to be a couple of articles about this in upcoming magazines. But nothing too major or scandalous happens. No, it’s a genuinely good time, just like you had hoped it would be.

You’ve never seen Bucky so…carefree at such a big social event. He’s laughing boisterously and cracking jokes with everyone. His New York accent is thick and prominent and his smile is extremely dimpled.

And…he’s more handsy then you ever could of imagined. You literally can’t fight him. Every time you stop him, he’s somewhere else. His prosthetic fingers trailing up your thigh, under your dress. His flesh ones toying with the neckline of it, skin touching skin as he pushes his boundaries. And he does it casually, keeping up his animated drunk conversations.

The thing about that Asgardian liquor is it creeps up on you, you remember. One minute your feeling fine and warm and chatty. The next? Your literally two seconds from throwing up, the room spinning as you re-evaluate your life choices.

Bucky leans heavily into you, shifting so that you can cradle his head on the table and you know it’s starting to catch up with him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good-” he yawns largely and loudly “I’m just startin’ to get a little tired, that’s all”

“The room starting to spin?” You ask him as you stroke his hair. He’s practically purring. Your big fluffy kitten in your lap. He was never like this in public, this sort of exchange was usually saved for the privacy of your room.

“Mmm, Is’ not so bad, I’ve been drunker. I was in the army, remember, shug?”

You love his accent the way it is when he’s drunk. All raspy and smooth. It’s music to your ears and you wished he’d talk like this more often.

“I love you” you surprize him as you press a kiss to his temple.

“I love you too”

“You guys are sickening” Tony grimaces “no seriously, like teeth rottingly, stomachaching sickening”

You just roll your eyes and continue stroking Bucky’s hair.

Pepper swats his arm “Don’t be rude, if anything you should be taking notes, Anthony Stark”

“Yeah, take notes, motherfucker” you taunt and Bucky barks in laughter.

“Y/N” even in Steves near incoherent state he can still manage to use his Captian tone “You really do have one of the worst mouths I’ve ever heard. And I grew up in Brooklyn, so that’s sayin’ something”

“Leave my girl alone” Bucky gallantly defends you…except for its a jumbled mutter because his face is pressed deep into your arm.

You detirmine it’s time to call it a night when the floods of people have left and it’s only the intimate group of those who inhabited this tower left.

Bucky hadn’t raised his head in ages and you were sure he was asleep. You weren’t far behind him, the long day you’d had finally taking its toll.

“Whose down for pictionary?” Tony proposes and when everyone agrees you know to make your exit. Last time there was a game of drunk pictionary it had almost ended in a three way brawl between Steve, Thor and Maria.

“I think we’re going to start heading out” you know your going to get shit for it but you don’t care. You want relief from your pinching heels, out of the restricting spanx.

“Come on Y/N. I know your man’s a hundred but you aren’t” Sam jests, nursing a beer and a bruised ego. That leggy brunette had opted not to stay the night- and held spent all night chasing her.

“Screw off Sam” Bucky, who apparently wasn’t knocked out spits at Sam and you chuckle before starting to move to get up, pulling him with you.

“We’re going to ride up with you, Nathaniel gets fussy throughout the night” Clint and Laura stand too.

After dealing with a barraging of “you sucks” and “come on you guys” you and Bucky begin the journey to your room. His arms are wrapped around you from behind and he leans down, chin on your head, causing the two of you to do this weird little penguin shuffle.

“Bucky I can barley walk!” You laugh at him “Your too heavy for this kind of shit!”

“Hey, you said you loved my body!” he feigns hurt and Clint snorts so hard it echoes in the small elevator.

The ride to the floor Clint and Laura are on is pleasant. You chat with the older couple idly. About the kids and the impending Christmas Eve. The ding signals that you’ve reached their floor.

You and Laura kiss cheeks and Clint claps both yours and Bucky’s shoulders as they exit.

“Use protection, kids aren’t as much fun as they seem!” Clint advises, the resonating smack Laura gives his head is the last thing you hear before the doors close again.

Everybody’s significant other’ getting slapped up tonight.

You peek at Bucky who’s sniggering to himself. He really was a giggly, happy drunk.

“Little does he know we haven’t used protection like ever” you roll your eyes. You and Bucky had never used condoms, you’d hurried to get on the pill after you two had become sexually active. Neither of you the biggest latex fans

“Mmm thank god. You know I hate rubbers” he kisses the shell of your ear. He’s bold tonight, all of his inhibitions gone away with his sobriety and you squeek when his hands plane down your body fast to grab the boson of your dress and roughly yank it up.

“Bucky” you gasp as his flesh fingers trail over your teddy covered stomach, quickly descending downwards between your legs. He’d never been so forward- so reckless.

“Fuck” he hisses as his fingers find your sweet spot, he can feel the saturation that’s collected in the outside or the lace “I knew it”

You know there’s no use in pushing him away so you cling to his metal arm what’s slung around your middle, holding you up as his fingers being to furiously work at you. Usually there’s a slow build up, he’ll go slow. Take his time. Tease you, but tonight there’s none of that. He forces you to spread your legs and lean back into his chest and as he slips his hand inder the lace. The tight material and your thighs hug his knuckles as he rubs your clit at a furious pace.

The sounds you make resemble choking as he roughly, but nimbly maneuvers you little ball of nerves.

“Feel good?” He puffs in your ear and you just nod. Fuck yeah, it feels good. There’s no warning when he slams his fingers in you, two at once. Your walls stretch around the digets and you let out a small scream. He doesn’t even give you the time to adjust, he just starts pumping them at a pace that matched the way he’d been with your clit. Unforgiving. Your thighs begin to shake and your knees go weak as you claw at his bicep, your head lolling from side to side againts his sharp collar bone. Your already so close, the speed at which he impales you with his fingers makes your brain foggy and your eyes are almost crossing.

The elevator dings- you’ve reached your floor and his hand slips back out of your underwear. You spin in his arms and lean up, crashing your mouth to his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders trying frantically to pull him closer. He just reaches down, grabbing at the back of your thighs and lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Before Bucky- this wasn’t a scenario you could have ever even imagined happening. A man, picking you up with no trouble and carrying you to your bed? No, not with your derrière. But with Bucky’s enhanced strength he’d reassured your nervous mind on many occasions that he could and would continue to carry you.

He even holds you up with one arm, the vibranium one, as he types the code into the keypad. Your not making it easy for him, with the way your kissing all over his face, all teeth and tongue. You nip at jaw, biting the taught, sharp flesh and bone like you were always dying to before salving it with your tongue.

It’s all fun and lust fueled games until Bucky stumbles drunkenly and almost sends you both tumbling to the ground. Somehow me manages to catch himself, your back thudding againts the wall as he uses it to resteady himself.

There’s a terse, silent moment before you both look at eachother and the small, guilty giggle he releases makes you bust into a fit of laughter.

“Oh my gosh, you are so wasted” you shake your head at him, starting to shimmy out of his arms. He was too drunk, you concur in that moment. Too drunk to continue, even if he had worked you up.

“Y/N” he whinely protests as you command he let you down.

“Nope, you’re so drunk I highly doubt you could even keep it up-” you start as your heels hit the ground and you pull away from his embrace.

“Is that a challenge?” The glint in Bucky’s eyes is sharp and playful.

“Listen I’m going to go get changed for bed, you should too” you give him a melodramatic pat on his shoulder before your walking away from him and into your large shared closet. Bucky collapses heavily into your bed, grumbling about “evil woman. Beautiful fuckinf evil woman”

There truly is nothing better then putting on a pair of pajamas after being constricted for som many hours. Taking off your makeup is almost orgasmic, you groan delightfully as you pull off the false lashes.

The freedom.

When you renter the bedroom Bucky’s still in a heap on the end of your bed, but he’s managed to kick off his shoes and dress pants. So that he’s still completely clothed from the waist up, blazer and everything. It’s honestly the most ridiculously cute thing you’ve ever seen.

You manage to grab your phone and snap a stealthy picture, vowing to yourself that it’s definitely your new screen saver.

You crawl into the large bed, planing your hand gently over his cheek. He looks pretty conked out and you know that there’s no way your going to be able to maneuver the bear of a man.

“Bucky?”

His eyes shift under his eyelids “Hmm, doll-face?”

“You good down here or you want to finish getting changed and come up here with me?”

You make your way up the bed and slink under the layers of blankets, waiting for Bucky to make his move.

He’s sedentary for a moment but then shifts upwards and manages to literally rip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He sways for a moment before walking on his knees and then collapsing on top of the blankets, on top of you.

“Unf” he knocks the breath out of you “Come on, Buck”

He just nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, breathing you in deeply. “You smell good enough to eat”

“Bucky” your tones warning,

“Is that what I should do? Eat you? Will you let me?” He starts pecking down your face, chin, neck.

“Bu-ucky” your voice wavers as his kisses descend. “At least get into the covers with me. Please” you pull the blankets open and he gives you a goofy grin before climbing into the cozy warmth next to you. You expect him to nuzzle into your side like he normally does but he quickly disappears out of sight under the thick duvet.

It’s all open mouthed kisses from there, he’s sucking savagely on every inch of skin he can reach, leaving hot wet trails in his wake. His fingers greedily slide along your thighs, grabbing and digging into the supple flesh. He’s being so rough, so careless. It makes your head spin a little.

“Babe” you try to center him, your fingers winding into his hair and pulling it from the little knot it’d been tamed into for the night. He doesn’t respond, his mouth is too occupied.

He nips roughly at your stomach, his teeth sinking into the flesh and you gasp in shock.

“I love your tummy. I can’t wait til’ it’s filled with my babies one day. Isn’t that what you want, for me to fill you up?”

Oh shit, he’s never talked about things like this with you before. Sure, you’d both mention kids briefly but never anything this deep. You don’t know what to say, your words get caught in your throat.

Your brain is swimming with thoughts of little Bucky’s running around when his hands go to your knees and wrench then open. As far as your pelvis will allow them to stretch. It’s a little painful, the muscles scream in protest and you try to close your legs but he doesn’t let you.

“Buck-”

“I fucking love the smell of your pussy” he interrupts you as he presses his face into your your pajama shorts covered core, nose first. You shiver at the contact. “I love the way the room smells after I fuck you. You remember how I came into your office the other day and fingered you?”

You nod, but then remember he can’t see you cause he’s buried under the covers and croak out a “yeah”

“I couldn’t stop smelling my fingers all day. Even after I sucked you off of them, I could still smell you all day long” your stomach tightens at his drunken words, at the image of him descretly bringing his fingers to his nose through out that day. Your too busy day dreaming, when he licks a fat wet stripe up the inseam of your shorts

Your eyes shut tightly and you bite your bottom lip.

He does you dirty, licking you from outside your shorts til the material is sopping wet from both his saliva and your juices. All you want is his mouth on your clit and he won’t give it you you.

“Bucky please”

“Please what, pretty girl? Please fuck you with my tongue?” You huff, frustrated and give the roots of his hair a quick, firm tug.

“Don’t be mean to me!”

He chuckles directly into your core and the vibrations shoot electricity through your thighs

“You’re such a brat” he chastises adoringly before he tugs your shirts off your legs, roughly, moving your body around at his will like a sack of potatoes. You’re about to tell him off for it when he connects his mouth to you, his lips sucking your labia. Hard.

You sigh and throw your head back into the pillows.

Drunk Bucky is a pussy eating champ. He literally devours you, with a vigor you’d never experienced from him before. He’s burying his face in you, and you know the whole lower half of it has to be drenched. He uses a lot more teeth too, and you literally think he’s trying to eat you. It’s such an intensely odd sight- or lack there of. He’s still buried burried under the duvet, which shakes and rises with his movements.

“Baby” you squeal, your chest rising and falling with labored pants as his face moves quickly from side to side, the squelching wet sound it makes is driving you insane. Your fingers are threaded in his hair holding tight, but letting him have the reigns.

The sounds your making, the desperate little cries urge him on and he uses one hand to whip the blanket off of him, hating the depression it brings. Needing to see what he was doing you you. He gazes up as he noses your clit. Past the curve of your stomach to your pillow like breasts that are straining through the thin camisole you have on to your face. Your eyes are screwed shut and your mouth is agape, your lips stretched as you make sounds that sound almost ceremonial.

“Look at me” it’s half way between a command and a plea and your eyes crack open into dazed slits as you rivet down to him.

Now there’s a sight. James Buchanan Barnes head is cradled between your large thighs, his bright eyes are staring up at you as his tongue laps at your clit.

You sob. Literally and one of your hands go to pinch at your over sensitive nipples as the other goes to stroke his wild dark locks tenderly.

It’s a surreal moment, with the pleasure that he’s overwhelming you with and the way it seems to stop time-

“Oh fuck” you whine as it all becomes too much and your stomach knots painfully, every muscle in your body seems to strain and you buck wildly into his mouth, to which he responds by wrapping his arms around your thighs. Attempting to hold you steady.

When you cum, you swear you think you black out. Your ears blow and your eyes go blurry and unfocused-fuck even your pussy goes numb for a second; even though you can feel the movement of his head between your legs as he continues to eat away, it feels hollow.

“I fucking love you, I love you so much” Bucky mumbles inside of you. Your thick thighs clamp vice like around his head and he allows it, loving the way you drown out the rest of the world for him.

When you come back down, when your body regains sensation your instantly pushing him away, your hips retreating desperately as you try to get away from his lashing tongue and it’s assault to your overstimulated clit.

“James please” you cry, pulling his hair “Bucky, stop, it hurts”

That gets him, and even though he’s dying to keep going he pulls his mouth away. Giving each of your quivering inner thighs a sloppy kiss before he climbs off of you.

You still look a little hazy and blessed out, even as your chest starts to settle and your heart beat stops skipping. That was the the BEST head you had ever received, and Bucky had gone down on you dozens of time before.

“You okay, YN?” He questions as he trails a finger deli story down your hairline because you still haven’t spoken and your mouth is still hanging open. His inherited brain jumps from worst case scenario to the next. Shit, he had really hurt you. He’d lost control between your legs- “Baby look at me, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

The panicked laced voice he gives you makes your eyes snap to his “Hey, no, I’m okay. I’m better then okay, Bucky, Jesus Christ- that was amazing”

You coo as you roll closer to him, rubbing his arm in reassurance. Bucky looks- fuck he looks like a dream. Which his swollen mouth and his hair that’s sticking up in all directions from your hands. His chin gleams with your juices, and it makes your mouth salivate.

You press your lips againts his, you can feel him smile into the kiss as you lick at his lips that are coated with your flavor.

“Mmm, remind me to let you drink with Thor more often” you separate from him and rest your head on his broad chest.

It’s serene for a moment, you reveling in the shocks of post orgasmic afterglow and him-spinning, the Asgardian mead messing with his senses before he shoves you off of him and rushes to the bathroom.

“Bucky?!”

The sounds of vicious retching fills your ears as he vomits and you shake your head, sliding on your shorts and going to hold your super soldier boyfriends hair.

You grin even though you know you shouldn’t, he’s going to have one hell of a hangover.

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Welp- it is 100 PERCENT CANNON in my head that Bucky loves eating pussy and drunk Bucky? He’s a whole other breed. I’m going to be writing a few more of these Christmas smuts over the next couple of months so keep an eye out for them! Leave me some feedback! And reblog so all the other freaky, Christmas lovers can feel the cheer!

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Im3 has like Tony and Pepper having their funny little argument divorce vibes fight moments but I just think it would be funnier and better if Pepper was married to Happy for the first 2 movies like in the comics.

Then in im3 the relationship drama happens with HIM and not Tony bc tbh it would maybe fit better. You got Happy commenting on how he feels like he's drifting from Tony, and Pepper being annoyed at how he's running his new company position.

Pepper being with Happy could've also given her somewhat of an arc where she stops just doing what she's supposed to and steps in the directions of the things she wants. Her choosing to break up with happy in pursuit of the person she really wants would've given her so much more initiative and fit with her saving Tony in the end too. Tony handing the company over to her in im2 could've also added to this, her going from being an assistant to what she's more well suited for than Tony is, the CEO of Stark Industries.

Tony's own arc is... Like a weird continuation of the one from the last movie. Pushing himself away from Pepper and Rhodey while he's struggling is redundant of his arc in im2 (which was never resolved) and would fit better if his anxiety was a bigger part of the main main plot in im3 and affected him more. Him falling back into old habits and seeking out the comfort of bad coping mechanisms like ptsd often makes you do. The obsessiveness he has about making the suits could've been a bigger alarm to Pepper and Rhodey of how bad he was really doing, the two of them reaching out and supporting him being the ignition he needs before the mansion burns and he gets stranded so he can work himself to cope with what he's going through.

Tony acts like he doesn't need people not because he doesn't want them but because he sees himself as not deserving the love and care they offer, like he'll just end up dragging them down with him. Im2 should've taught him or at least pushed him in the direction of thinking that what he wants isn't always out of reach, and he's allowed to want and to reach for the people he loves when he needs them.

#im all alone #im doomed to be like this im doomed to be unhappy. thats just life. i have to go through it alone to not is to be selfish and annoying #i woke up a couple hours ago bear with me if this is incoherent #i only thought of this #bc tony and pepper having their funny little drama is like just. stressful and not spicy like how it is when tony and steve do #tony and pepper fighting is both of them clashing until one just gives in and changes their mind on a dime so the problem resolves #both of them having a sense of independance and also the knowledge they can want things and can seek them out #and that the people around them can also do that #i think would benefit their characters a lot #idk pepper has a lot of Moments but not a lot of Character outside of just becoming more personally attached to tony #rhodey stays pretty static but hes the tertiary character in this scenerio and we also see him get a suit and test his friendship w tony #emotionally hes a stable mf and doesnt rly need an arc his arc w tony SHOULDVE been him demonstrating that tony can trust him #and tony learning to let himself be more vulnerable and cared for by his friends #over and over and over constantly tony goes through life thinking im all alone. nobody should be close to me or have to do what i have to or #and this is NEVER CHALLENGED AND I FUCKING HATE THAT #i kin tony !! i know what it is to think like that bc thats exactly how i think !! AND IF I LET THAT STAGNATE IN MY BRAIN #AND NEVER CHALLENGED IT #ID BE THE MOST DYSFUNCTIONAL ANTI SOCIAL MF !! #tony isnt allowed to grow truly in the movies hes shown like 'oh hes not a thot anymore oh he has connections to ppl now' #'tonys better bc he knows people !! and has success!!' tony know rhodey in mit and has had pepper as an assistant for forever #hes... hes at the same level a whole lot outside of caring for peter and finslly recognizing he cant let peter fall into his behaviors #BUT THATS ALL THROWN AWAY IN ENDGAME BC WOOO LETS JUST LET TONY DIE AND TAKE ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY ON HIMSELF #AS ALWAYS #gh #pain #if my tags post out of order or fuck up somehow literally rip dont tell me about it ill die of embarrassment #iron man #tony stark #marvel #the gamer speaks uwu