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The One with the Time-Machine

Title: The One with the Time-Machine

Words: 3866 (Wattpad)

Tropes: Tony Stark's sister AU / Bruce Banner x FMC AU

Summary: Sawyer was kidnapped when she was very young. Then, she went into the orphanage and got adopted. As she grew older, she had a desire to know who her biological family is. Together with Bruce and Tony, she created a time-machine. By the time they wanted a volunteer to test the machine out, Sawyer decided it to be her because she didn't want to miss the chance of knowing where she came from.

Date: 18/01/2024

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Ever since I was young, I was always a wonderer. I wondered: What if I was not born in the US, but in Paris instead. I wondered: What if I was not a female, but a male instead. I wondered: What if we came from a royal family instead of in the middle-class category. I wondered: What if I could turn back the time to see what happened to the world during World War Two and see if we could change anything.

As a wonderer, I was always found sitting in the corner by myself, staring into spaces. I was always accused of not thinking big enough. Meanwhile, what I was doing was only concentrating while wondering if I could breathe underwater, or if I could have a superpower, it like to be invisible like the Invisible Woman in the Marvel Comics Fantastic Four. Sometimes, I even wondered, what if I was smarter than my little sister.

All the wonders that I had when I was a little girl, and when I went to engineering school, led me to the creation of a time-machine.

In the middle of the chamber, stood our precious project. It was placed on a platform, with four steps from the floor towards the time-machine. If we took out the time-machine in the middle, the platform would merely look like a boxing ring with iron rods around the perimeter instead of ropes. There were around six posts around the time-machine–shaped like a scorpion's tale–functioned to store the power.

I stood behind the advanced technology that my partners and I recently built. It was the biggest, most impressive project that Bruce, Tony and I had yet to come up with. Since Tony came from a royal family, he could ask for any amount of money from his father to sponsor our project, while Bruce and I tried our best to find funds from other organisations. It was so easy for Tony to get the money that, at times, Bruce and I didn't have to do what we should do, but instead focus on building the time-machine.

The lights from the time-machine created shadows on my face. The neon lights were so bright that it brightened up our chamber. I felt the presence of a human from behind and soon, Bruce appeared on my right. At the corner of my eyes, I saw a smile on his handsome face.

"Congratulations," he said. His voice was so low that it rather sounded like a whisper. "A new baby was born."

I turned to him for a split second before turning back to the front to hide my blush. Him being so close in front of my face makes my feelings and thoughts haywire.

Did he just call me baby?

Oh, wait, he was referring to the time-machine.

"Yeah, you too," I replied. "This didn't come from one corner only. You and Tony played a big part in the project as well."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. It sounded like a melody to my ears even though I didn't know what had caused him to laugh. Was it something I said? Wait a second, was there something on my face? Oh my God, did my breath stink? I had the Korean bulgogi for lunch, but as far as I was concerned, Korean food didn't leave a smelly breath.

A short silence fell between us as we both looked at the time-machine like proud parents, and I wondered if he ever felt awkward when that happened. Were his palms that he hide in his trousers sweating? Did he suddenly feel hot in the cold chamber? Was he shaking on his knees, nervous whenever I'm around? "Crush" by David Archuletta played in my mind the moment my eyes laid on Bruce, and since then, that song became our song even though he doesn't know it yet.

After a while, Bruce turned to me and I reciprocated. He said, "Hey, listen. I–"

"You know there is a place called 'room' when you wanted to go all lovey-dovey, right?"

Tony's sarcasm interrupted our moment near the time-machine. Not far from us, behind the panels of switches and buttons, Tony stood with a bag of gummy bears in his hand. A white lab coat hugged his built torso while his thick dark brown hair was sticking out in every direction. He must have just woken up from his nap.

What Tony did startled me. My shoulders jumped as soon as Tony's voice boomed in the quiet, cemented chamber. I felt as if my heart was jumping out my chest. If Bruce was surprised by Tony's voice, he didn't show it, though he did look as if he could kill Tony at the moment. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaws as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Veins popping out of his skin. He looked scary, but to my eyes, he'd rather look...attractive.

A famous smirk plastered on Tony's face, throwing a mocking look at us. "Anyway, I'm going to get some lunch, but if you want to stay and make love and starve, by all means, be my guest. But–"

"Okay, alright!" Bruce grunted. "We'll be on our way."

Both Bruce and Tony, apart from having the same interests in science and physics, have distinguished personalities. While Bruce was the Mister-Goody-Two-Shoes, Tony was the playboy. While Bruce was a soft-talker, Tony was always sarcastic. Bruce was wiser in making decisions. He would usually consider the cons, while Tony only looks at the pros.

Bruce grew up in the streets. He needed to beg for people to feel pity for him. He had to take more than two jobs to survive. In short, he had to work everything for himself. While Tony grew up on a silver platter. He was spoon fed in everything–money, cars, food, clothes, education. In short, he was spoiled. However, if there was one thing that I respected out of these two people, it was Bruce's patience with Tony, and Tony's generosity with his best friend.

Then, there was me as the only girl in the trio. With my brown eyes and thick brown hair, people would mistake me as Tony's sister. Sometimes. Most of the time. Often. Just like Bruce, I was an orphan, but unlike Bruce, I grew up with an adopted family. My little sister was not actually my biological little sister. And while everybody in the family was either a doctor or a nurse, I was an engineer.

Once Tony disappeared in the shadows, Bruce's blue eyes found my face and I couldn't help but smile. If only he knew how beautiful his eyes were and how those eyes made my heart melt... I wondered if he felt the same when he looked into my eyes. Were those flirty smiles only for me or was he only being nice with me?

"Anyway," Bruce scratched the back of his head that I bet was not itchy at all. "Since we're done with building the time-machine, don't we want to have someone to test it out?"

"Oh." My face fell because, was that what he wanted to say? Call me delusional, but I really thought he was about to ask me out on a date, or at least to a party to celebrate what we had achieved.

"Oh, yeah, right. That's–that's what I've been thinking." I nodded my head, hoping Bruce won't see my disappointment. Then, to cover up, I quickly said, "I vote for me to test the time-machine."

"Great–What? What are you saying?"

"Exactly what I said." I smiled at him.

"No. Definitely not." Bruce shook his head. "Tony and I had asked around. We actually got some girls who are willing to test out the time-machine without any contracts. In that way, in case anything happens to the machine, three of us will be there to fix it up."

"Girls?" I pulled a face. That simple word ignited a fire inside my chest. "You got some girls to test out the time-machine? Bruce, what if anything happens to them? What would you say to their parents? How would you report to the campus?"

"It was Tony's idea," Bruce defended himself.

"Then you know that it's definitely not a good idea."

"I know," Bruce agreed. "But think about it–if it was successful, she'd come back. If it's not, we can figure something else out to fix it. There were no contracts so we don't have to make a report if it's not successful. And Tony and I aren't only the best engineers here so we need you with us."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" I argued back.

I was used to Tony making stupid decisions so when Bruce said it was Tony's suggestion, I was not surprised at all. Even a little. Then, there was Bruce. For the first time since I had been friends with him, this was the stupidest suggestion Bruce had ever agreed upon.

Bruce stared back at me as if asking for an alternative. We had been standing here long enough that I bet Tony was already ignoring us and eating by himself. If not that, I bet he'd be eating with the girls who signed up to test our time-machine, entertaining them with his enthusiasm, making them believe the unbelievable. The classic Tony.

"Then, how about one of you be the one testing it out," I broke the silence.

Bruce snorted at my suggestion. "You're kidding, right?"

"I am not," I confirmed.

For a few seconds, I stared back at Bruce, taking in his perfect features: thick eyebrows, thick jet black hair, full lips, sharp jaws. If we weren't meant to be together then I'd be happy to have known him and be his friend in this universe. Now, that made me wonder, what if there was another universe? Will there be another Sawyer and Bruce? Will they be together as a romantic couple, friends or strangers?

"I have been thinking about it, Bruce," I said with a softer voice.

I started walking away from the time-machine. Bruce followed and stopped when he saw me taking a seat on one of the working tables. Metal cold seeped through my thin trousers causing hairs at the back of my neck to stand. I ignored it and focused on Bruce and the time-machine. "Ever since we first planned to build the time-machine, I wanted to be the first to volunteer to test it."

"But why?" Confusion was visible on Bruce's frown.

"Simple," I said. "Because I wanted to know who my biological family is."

Bruce's hard lines turned soft as soon as my confession came out from my mouth. I knew he would understand because we were not that much different. Bruce's parents left him when he was too young to understand how the world works and, as he grew up, he had slowly forgotten how his parents looked. However, the desire to get to know them was not in him. That's where we're different.

"Sawyer." The way Bruce's tongue rolled when he called my name felt like vanilla to me. "I know where that came from, but you know damn well that that's stupid, right? And Tony won't agree with you. and that's why–"

"And that's why I came up with an idea, and that is asking girls around the campus if they were willing to test out the time-machine." Once again, Tony's voice interrupted me an Bruce's discussion.

"How about a knock on the door next time?" Bruce glared at his best friend who was standing not far from us. It seemed that Tony had ditched his lab coat. All that was left on his body was a Nirvana t-shirt untucked. Wait, how long had he been standing there? Had he been there the whole time we were discussing the time-machine? Did he not go to get some lunch like he claimed?

Tony looked amused with his friend's annoyance. Once again, his smirk appeared at the corner of his lips while looking at Bruce with a joke in his eyes.

"But anyway, as much as I hate to admit, Bruce was right," he said when he turned to me. "I don't agree with you being the one to be our lab rat. And as much as I want him to stand in the middle of the time-machine while we're pressing buttons down here, he's too useful for us to waste him."

Beside him, Bruce rolled his eyes. He hated it when Tony used his version of "the language of flowers" but sometimes, they do make sense and are even easier to understand rather than some formal, corporate languages.

"But I can't let the girls you seduced to test the time-machine, Tones," I frankly said. "They don't understand what we're doing. They won't know how to deal with wherever the time-machine takes them to, but I do and I can report to you guys whatever happened to me there...when I get back."

Bruce and Tony shared a look. They were discussing my proposals through a mind link that only both of them had while I awkwardly stood there, scrutinising them having a moment. This was one of the times where I felt like I was a third-wheeler to their bromance.

Not long after that, both of them turned to me. While Tony masked his expression on the decision they had made, Bruce looked as if he was angry with the decision they had made. I could see fire in Bruce's eyes that told me he was not 100% willing to let me test the time-machine. And I believe, if he was given a chance, he would voice out what was eating him inside and blaming himself for putting me in this position.

"Okay. You're up."

What Tony said made me smile and I continued to fake-smile to ignore Bruce's glare towards me. The time-machine was warmed up long enough that we didn't have to wait for it to reboot, but while Tony made sure the temperature, surrounding air density, and other unwanted lights switched off, Bruce helped me get ready with suits and equipment.

Once the full suit was on my body, I giggled.

"What's so funny?" There was a restrain in Bruce's voice as he helped me clipped one of the clippers on my side. His eyes never once landed on me.

"Nothing," I said. "I just felt like an astronaut."

"Stop playing around, Sawyer. Your life might be at stake."

"And you stop being grumpy," I retorted back. "Seriously, can't you just accept that our lives are at stake every day? We could die from a car crash. Didn't you learn from the plane crash in Elmina? We could die because of that, too. It's just a matter of time."

"I know that, but this–" Bruce gestured his hand towards the suit I was wearing and the machines around us in the changing capsule. "This is different. How will my mind round up when someone I'm closed with died in a time-machine? Which part of the time frame she ended up in if I wanted to retrieve her body? What if–"

"Stop," I demanded. "Look, Bruce, if you can't see me do this then I suggest you leave. You're just making this harder than it was."

Knowing that I was right, instead of yelling back at me for an argument, Bruce sighed in defeat. He knew that I wouldn't change my mind on this. I was jet set. I wanted to see my biological family and wanted to know why they left me in that orphanage. I grew up with people questioning why I did "this" instead of "that." I have the opportunity now and I don't want to waste it.

Bruce walked me to the border of the time-machine. My boots thumped on the ground as he helped me walk up the short stairs before walking back down and took a place beside Tony. The chamber was so quiet that I could hear Bruce's thoughts. Aside from looking worried, he looked like he was about to volunteer to take my place right now.

I watched Tony and Bruce push a button at the same time. The machines whirred and I felt it vibrated under my feet. Lights on every iron post lit up even brighter than it already was. The energy from the panels on the ground was slowly being transferred towards the posts through the snakes of wires connected from the panels and the time-machine. In the middle, looking like an astronaut, my heart was drumming.

Tony and Bruce were giving directions to one another that I could barely hear. Their voices were muffled. It was as if they had a surgical mask over their faces. No matter how much I tried to read the movements of their lips, I could not come up with any words. Their faces then became blurry when blue filled up my vision, and the next thing I knew, I had succumbed into a place I could hardly explain.

I was in a tight tube for a few seconds too long. My chest felt like it was being squeezed like a sponge. Then, I fell on hard ground with a loud thump.

There was a buzz in my ear. My head was spinning that when I tried to stand on my two feet, I fell back onto the ground. My fingertips caught the soft surface of velvet. A tinge of flowery smell entered my nose. If anything, that even hurt my head more. When my head and my blood pressure were stable, I slowly rose. Finally, I was able to look around and determine where I was.

I found myself standing in a hallway of a big house. The walls were golden. The furniture and decorations screamed royalty. The floor was covered with red carpet. Curtains on the windows were plain white, but even so, they still looked like it cost more than my whole closet. An emblem glinted in the fluorescent light, catching my attention. That's when I realised I was inside Tony's house.

No. I was not inside his house, but rather his palace.

I frowned. Why would the time-machine bring me inside Tony's palace?

I turned around and began walking, looking for a sign of Tony in the palace. I wondered which year was this and how old Tony might be. It would be easier if I knew those because I could get some ideas where he would be. Three years old? He could be in his room playing with his toys. Ten years old? He could be in the gaming room, playing with his video games. Fourteen years old? He could already have his secret room where he worked and kept his inventions. He was intelligent since young.

The thumps of my heavy boots echoed in the hallway. That was my only companion until I heard something fall coming from a room that was not there when I passed a few minutes ago. I returned to where I came from. As soon as I found the room, I pushed the door without hesitation. The door hinges creaked, but no one seemed to notice.

The room revealed itself before my eyes as I entered deeper. On one side of the huge room, I saw tables and chairs, carpentry tools and equipment, shelves of unwanted pieces of technology. There was another big table in the middle of the room. On the table, there was a blueprint and in the middle of the paper was a device. Slowly, as if someone would come out of the dark corner, I approached the table. The air-conditioner that hummed above me sounded like suspense music to my ears.

My fingers were only a few centimetres from the device when a voice from the other side of the room startled me. I turned and was faced with a man's back, sitting on his office chair. There were several monitors in front of him that showed different angles of cameras and data he was collecting from technologies he invented himself. Was he a prince? Tony's uncle perhaps? Or could he be Tony's dad even though it sounded impossible for him to be drawn into technologies when he was already a King?

I warily took a few steps towards the man and only stopped when I heard the man begin to speak in his camera. My heart dropped with his opening speech. It felt like he knew that I'd be here somehow.

"Sawyer," he croaked. He didn't sound like he wanted to say my name at all, as if pronouncing my name only caused him more pain. "Your brother created this technology when he was only six years old. It's funny because it seems like he could foresee what was going to happen to you but yet none of us prepared when something bad actually happened."

My breath hitched. Brother? Technology? Whose brother and what technology?

"I hope this video found you," he continued. "And if it did, first things first, I want to let you know that we didn't abandon you. You were kidnapped for some nasty reasons and we couldn't find you. Your mother and I will always wait for your return. Until then..."

Before I could reply or ask him anything, I was pulled back to the tight tube. My head was squeezed once again as I was being transported back to the original year. Dizzy, my knees gave out before I could walk back to where Bruce and Tony were standing. My bum hit the ground and while processing what I had just known. The man's voice echoed in my ears as if he was right beside me.

Two pairs of heavy footsteps with a pair of black figures approached me. In front of me, they kneeled. Their eyes were looking for my face that was hidden behind a curtain of my hair. Bruce looked worried. Being soft, I knew Bruce would've hugged me if he got the chance, but with Tony filling most of the space in front of me, Bruce had to back off a little.

"Did you know?" I asked Tony. There was a crease on his forehead. For a split second, I thought I saw raw emotion coming from him, though he masked it quickly with a blank stare.

"What did you see in there?" Tony asked.

"You know, Tony," I whispered, still weak from the machine sucking out my energy. "You know I wanted to see my biological parents. You were the one who set up the time and year. So tell me, how long have you known? Have you told them?"

"A while," Tony answered, though not without a pause. His voice was so low as if he was disappointed in himself for not telling me the truth sooner. "And, I haven't told them, no. I just thought you would want to tell them yourself when you found it out. And when you're ready."

I sighed and nodded. With Tony's personality, I always had an impression where he didn't like me as a friend because he was always harsh with me. Sometimes gave me a cold shoulder because I hung out with Bruce. He wouldn't let me help him. However, right now, I felt like I finally found the best version of Tony.

I grabbed Tony's shoulders and hugged him, and continued to hug him when he protested. I smiled in triumph when he didn't push me, but allowed me to hug him for as long as I wanted. Maybe this was my only chance to hug my brother. Behind Tony, Bruce was smiling at us. In those eyes, I saw something that was not there before.

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 4

Summary: Reader goes shopping with Pepper, Wanda and Nat. It ends a bit early though when reader starts to struggle with her senses.

TW: overstimulation, flirting, speeding, domestic fluff (hehe)

Words: 3.8K

A/n I changed the floor layout my bad. Also, I planned like 16 chapters of this fic so far and there will probs be more. Now i’m just worried I’ll end up loosing interest and not finishing it 😭 and I’ve been up since 2am. I slept for two hours 💀

After a dinner of pizza and other takeaway foods Tony had bought, Wanda and you headed back to the floor with Peters room.

Stepping out of the lift Wanda led you to where you had been staying for the past few days while Nat went ahead to your new room put sheets on your bed.

Your room would be on the same floor as Natasha and Wanda’s. It was also where Yelena and Kate stayed when they were in town as well as Carol when she was on earth.

You reached the door and headed into peters room. It didn’t take long to gather your things. You grabbed the backpack with some clothes in it, all of which were dirty by now as well as your tablet, computer and sketching supplies.

Once you had shoved most of it into the bag and had your laptop in your arms you followed wanda back out the door.

Despite your very comprehensive tour of the compound, you still didn’t know where you were going.

Wanda and you got back into the lift and set out for your new room.

The lift was filled with idle chatter as Wanda caught you up on the avengers love lives. Tony and pepper were together while the rest were still living the bachelor life.

Feeling a little bold you decided to ask her.

“What about you?” You asked. “Are you seeing anyone?” You clarified when she shot you a confused look.

“Not currently.” Wanda said studying the rarely used buttons on the lift. Jarvis often did all of that for you.

“Ok cool.” You said before stuttering. “I mean not ‘cool’ but its not uncool” you began rambling only cut off by the angelic sound of Wanda’s giggles.

Your cheeks were rosy as she smiled at you.

“Your cute when your flustered.” She said with a wink just as the doors opened and she stepped out. You were frozen for a second before gathering yourself and following her out half a pace behind.

As you trailed after Wanda down the halls she turned to look over her shoulder at you. “You coming sweetheart?” She asked and you nodded speeding up your steps to walk beside her.

As you rounded another corner she slowed. “This is my room.” Wanda said gesturing to a closed door. “And that’s Nat’s.” She gestured to the door next to hers. “This is your room.” She said walking down to the door halfway between Wanda’s and Natasha’s on the opposite side of the hallway.

The door to your room was open as Nat was sat on your freshly made bed with a grin.

“Wondering when you were getting here.” Natasha smirked making Wanda roll her eyes at her.

You stepped into the room. It was large with a king bed and huge windows that let in natural light, or at least it would if it was daytime. It was past evening now and almost nine pm. The New York skyline was just as beautiful, however.

You set your bag and laptop down on the desk before sitting down next to Natasha on the bed.

The walls were white and grey. There was a big desk near the windows and a bedside table on each side of the bed. A door was off to the side which you assumed led to a bathroom. There was also a second door which must have been a wardrobe. Other than a lamp on the bedside and a Tv mounted on the wall, the room was bare.

“We’ll get thing to decorate when we go shopping tomorrow.” Nat said almost as if she could read your mind. More likely she could read your expression and body language.

“Sounds perfect.” You said with a smile.

“Do you have clothes you can sleep in tonight?” Wanda asked and you shuffled your feet before looking up at her.

“Er… no?” You said.

“Are you asking me or telling me sweetheart?” Wanda asked coyly making a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Telling?” You said still sounding unsure of yourself.

“Very well then. I’m sure Nat and I can find something for you to sleep in for tonight.” Wanda said looking to Nat for her opinion. The widow nodded and you felt yourself relax slightly.

“Thank you guys. I wasn’t looking forward to wearing dirty clothes in a clean bed tonight.’ You said sighing in relief.

“Are all your clothes dirty?” Nat asked eyeing your backpack.

“Yeah.” You huffed.

“We’ll find you something to wear tomorrow as well then, just until we can sort out some new clothes and laundry. Sound good?” Nat asked and you nodded.

“Yes, thank you.” You said.

“No need to thank us darling. Your quite welcome.” Nat purred and you felt yourself resist a shiver as her words danced close to your ear. The hair on the back of your neck swaying slightly under her breath as your skin tingled with the heat of her words.

You swallowed trying to regain your composure much to both women’s amusement.

“T-thanks.” You stuttered.

“Already said that darling.” Wanda chuckled and your blush deepened.

“Your so easy to mess with.” Nat said laughing from beside you.

You just glared at them and went to take the things out of your backpack while Wanda and Natasha left to find some clothes for you in their cupboards.

You had just finished setting down the last of your art supplies on the desk when Nat walked in loosely holding a faded black shield T-shirt that immediately knew was hers from how worn it looked. It also looked to be almost two sizes too big for Nat, so you shot her a questioning look.

She shrugged. “Its comfier to sleep in when its too big, and it kept the other boys I trained with back in the day from being able to stare at my ass.” She said with a wink.

“Whats this about Nat’s ass?” Wanda said walking in with a sly grin as your cheeks heated and you buried your face in your hands with a groan.

You heard the two of them high-five and rolled your eyes.

“Here.” Wanda said and you felt the bed dip beside you.

Wanda was holding out a pair of red track-pants which you took with a smile.

A second later Nat threw the shirt at you with a laugh as it landed on your head. You pulled it off and glared at her.

“You’re a menace.” You declared and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand.

“Sure thing sweet cheeks.” Nat said rolling her eyes. “Now it’s bed time kiddo.” She said and motioned for wanda to leave as well.

“Im not a kid Romanoff.” You said and she smirked at the use of her last name, having been able to get under your skin successfully.

Wanda cuffed Nat but she ducked and took off down the hall. Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed. “Ignore her, she’s been drinking too much coffee lately.” Wanda said and bid you goodnight before retreating to capture the other redhead and force her to sleep.

You grinned at the shut door like a lovesick puppy before shaking yourself out of it. You changed into the clothes which smelt like them and made you feel safe.

Sliding under the sheets and getting comfy, you listened to the hallways to see if anyone was coming back. When you were met with silence, you reached over your backpack and pulled out a small white stuffed teddy.

Curling up with it under your arm, you buried your face in Nat’s shirt and fell asleep thinking of the two pretty redheads down the hall.

The next morning you were up bright and early. Having slept well for the first time in weeks.

You found your way to the communal kitchen just in time to run into Natasha who was coming back from early morning training in the compound gym.

“Hi Y/n/n.” Nat said smiling as she went to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge.

“Morning Natty.” You said with a smile.

“You're in a good mood.” Nat said looking amused as she took a big swig from the water bottle in her hands.

“Yep.” You said popping the P.

“Do you know if Wanda’s up?” Nat asked and before you could respond someone else did for you.

“I’m up.” Wanda said entering the kitchen.

“Morning.” You smiled.

“Morning Y/n. Who wants breakfast?” Wanda asked gravitating to the pots and pans in the drawers beside you.

“I’ll have some.” You said with a smile as you took a seat by the counter.

“Put me down for some too, I’m just going to go and have a shower before breakfast then we can head out ok?” Nat said as she refilled the water bottle and put it back in the fridge.

“Sounds good.” Wanda said as she began pulling things out of the fridge.

“Umm… where are we going today?” You asked feeling a little lost. Nat had already taken her leave for a shower so it was just you and wanda now.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” Wanda said looking amused.

“Forgot … what? … exactly?” You asked.

“The girls shopping trip?” Wanda said.

“Oh yeah!” You exclaimed sitting up a little taller in a way that made Wanda’s heart stutter.

“So… how did you sleep?” Wanda asked.

“I slept well, how ‘bout you?” You asked watching as wanda beat the pancake batter within and inch of its life.

“Good, good. It’s a bit hit and miss some nights but last night wasn’t too bad.” Wanda said vaguely as she turned around the pour the batter into the pan.

After Nat returned and the three of you had eaten what could only be described as the best pancakes known to man, you got ready and headed for the garage.

Pepper was meeting you at the shopping centre a bit later after she sorted out some stark industries meetings this morning.

“You ready?” Wanda said putting an arm around your shoulders. You jumped in surprise making Nat laugh and Wanda frown.

“Too busy daydreaming there, Parker?” Nat asked with a grin, and you glared at her.

“No, just planning your murder.” You said with a wink before blow if her a kiss that made Nat roll her eyes at you.

“Alright, enough you two.” Wanda said giving you a small shove before punching Nat in the arm.

“Get in.” Nat said opening a door for you to the backseat and waving her hand toward the car's interior.

“This feels personal.” You grumbled as the two redheads took the front seat.

“It is.” Nat grinned as the engine hummed to life. You were taking one of Tonys’ many fancy, and very expensive cars. Nat’s favourite was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, but it was only two seats, so you were left with the choice of a Mercedes Mayback or a Ford Mustang both of which had four seats.

In the end Nat had opted for the mustang and the three of you had piled in to head off.

With Nat driving you must have arrived in record time; it was no secret the redheaded assassin was a speed demon and Tony had begun framing her speeding tickets in the garage on the wall. The government always came to her aid if the police ever tried to take her license as it was argued she needed it to quote “save New York”

Of course, you hadn’t known this before hand and had let out a small scream as Nat took off at breakneck speed out of the garage.

One very fast car trip later the three of you were stood by the door the mall waiting for pepper to join you.

It had barely been five minutes before the last redhead showed up. Pepper was actually on time; Nat’s driving had just made you all early.

As pepper walked over Nat decided to tease her a little.

“Picking up on Tony’s habits there, pep?” Nat asked.

“Oh please.” Pepper rolled her eyes. “I’m the only reason he’s even at any of his meetings at all. Without me he wouldn’t just be late, he’d be missing.” She said and Nat laughed.

“True.” The assassin nodded.

“Alright, lets do this.” Pepper said smiling at you and Wanda.

The four of you headed into the mall. It was a little crowded but nobody seemed to mind. You just crossed your fingers that your spider senses stayed in check.

Pepper had barely made it ten feet in the door before she was dragging Natasha into a very expensive looking boutique.

This was how you spent the next hour. Pepper and Wanda dragged you and Natasha around, stopping at every pretty dress shop and expensive looking store in the complex.

After about an hour you were beginning to nurse a small headache and the tingle in the back of your mind told you all you needed to know for what was going to happen.

Nat had just stopped at a rack nearby before pulling wanda over to her. Holding out a dress you saw Wanda’s lips moving as she nodded, and Nat took the dress and disappeared into the change rooms.

It was a tight red cocktail dress and when Nat came back out to show it off you swear your jaw unhinged and landed on the floor.

It hugged her in all the right places.

Wanda was too busy ogling Nat to notice your reaction but pepper snorted a laugh before covering her mouth.

Nat pouted.

“What? Does it not look good?” Nat asked and you shot pepper a pleading look but she just smiled.

“No … no. I’d just say its … jaw dropping.” Pepper said winking at you as you glared at her with flushed cheeks.

“Yeah?” Nat asked raising an eyebrow and shooting you a look. “Then I guess I’ll have to get it then won’t i?” Nat said and you nodded eagerly. “Your lucky your cute Detka.” She said as she brushed past you on her way back to the change room. “Because your drooling.” She whispered in your ear and your blush darkened a good two shades of crimson.

Your headache was still getting worse and about a half hour later it was almost reaching full force.

You had found a dress and Nat was carrying four bags, one with a dress for you and her and the other three had a few random pieces of clothing for your day to day wardrobe and some room décor.

Just as you were beginning to think you wouldn’t be able to take anymore Wanda suggested the four of you get lunch from the café downstairs.

By now you were surprised none of them had noticed your discomfort, despite trying to hide it it was still bothering you.

The fluorescent strip lights that lit the mall were too bright and seemed to be burning your retinas with each blink.

The noise level despite not exceeding regular mall noise levels was almost deafening in your sensitive ears.

Even the mixed smells of fast food and perfumes was making your head swim.

Your headache pounded behind your eyes as well as almost throughout your full skull. There was a buzzing in your ears that sounded like the electricity in the walls that simply wouldn’t shut up.

Your stomach was rolling from the mixed smells and it was just too loud and too bright.

As you slid into the booth next to Nat, with wanda and pepper on the other side facing you, you resisted the urge to crawl under the table and cry.

Your headache thundered in your ears and pounded on your skull.

Your headache was in full force and Pepper must have noticed how quiet you were being as she looked you over with a knowing gaze.

She took note of your pinched brow and slightly sweaty forehead, how you were biting down on your lip and squinting. As well as how you flinched as someone in the café banged their cutlery against their plate.

Wanda noticed peppers look and was now looking at you too with a frown which drew Natasha’s eyes to you as well.

The conversation had reached a lull as all three women studied you. You were too zoned out to notice their attention all being on you.

“Y/n?” Wanda asked slowly.

“Yeah?” You said looking up and sounding absolutely wreaked.

“Are you ok?” Wanda said looking slightly worried.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said not even believing your own words. Your voice was lathered in a tired tone. You shook your head while saying this only managing to anger your headache more as you winced and brought a hand to your head, squeezing your eyes shut tight.

Feeling nauseous you leant on nat and rested you head on her shoulder. Nat seemed almost surprised at your sudden desire for contact.

She held you close to her as your body relaxed into her side having no more energy to hold yourself up.

“Y/n?” Pepper asked softly.

“Mmm?” You hummed as you vaguely heard shuffling before you sensed someone close to you.

Opening an eye slightly you saw pepper crouching next to you.

“Y/n?” she asked softly. “Do you get the same thing peter does honey?” Her voice stayed low and quiet. You turned your face into Nat’s neck and weighed up your options before giving a small nod.

You miss the frown that adorns Wanda’s lips at the news that something was wrong and pepper seemed to know what it was despite you never having mentioned anything about this.

Pepper stood again and looked over at Nat and Wanda.

“She’ll be alright. Just stay here and I’ll be back. I’ll explain in a minute.” Pepper said and she took off in a brisk walk to a nearby shop.

After pepper had darted off she wove through the crowd and into a tech store, making a purchase before making one more stop and then hightailing it back to the café.

When she returned you’s seemingly not moved an inch while Wanda and Nat were talking in hushed tones. Nat had her arm around you and was holdin the back of your head into her neck as you seemed to be almost trembling from all the overstimulation.

When pepper came back Wanda sat a little straighter while Nat eyes the two new shopping bags pepper was carrying.

Pepper came to crouch beside you giving you a small nudge that set your skin on fire.

“Y/n?” She asked softly. “Can you look at me honey, you can keep your eyes shut, I promise these will help.” She said coaxing you out of Nat’s neck.

You faced her with your eyes squeezed shut as she slid a black pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears and switching them on.

The blissful sound of quiet almost made you cry as your headache lessened. A moment later you felt pepper place something on your face before cautiously opening one eye to find the world dimmer and more tolerable.

Now decked out with the headphones and sunglasses you felt a lot better. You were exhausted and the headache was still present just less intense.

You watched as Wanda, Nat and Pepper conversed, the sound not reaching you. Pepper seemed to be explaining what was happening to them based off the sad look wanda gave you.

Pepper explained that your powers increased your senses, and that in the right conditions they were very helpful in fights. But were more than problematic in a domestic setting. She explained that it wasn’t unheard of for peter to get overstimulated when out or somewhere loud. She went on to tell them she recognised the look peter had when he tried to simple tough it out when they went out.

Wanda felt awful that your powers had caused you pain.

Nat however was already planning to talk to tony about getting something built to help.

Once pepper had explained the extent of the issue and some of the things that helped, the three seemed to change gears, looking to be making plans now instead.

After they had finished talking Pepper decided to try something.

She turned to face you and moved her hands to form some simple signs. Your face lit up in recognition.

*How are you feeling? * Pepper signed.

*tired* you signed back.

Nat and Wanda looked surprised.

“How did you know she knew sign?” Wanda asked.

“Peter seemed to know some when he first was with us.” Pepper explained. “I assumed Y/n might also know some if peter did.”

You could tell what they had asked. “My dad was hard of hearing. He taught us sign at a young age before … he died.” You said and pepper nodded.

*We are going to go home* pepper signed but you shook your head.

*you stay here, I’ll go. I don’t want to ruin things* you signed.

*nonsense* pepper signed and you knew based off Nat’s eyes she was following along.

Nat had learnt sign language from Clint in the academy when they were partners. Clint had insisted in case his hearing aid were ever damaged in a fight.

You sighed realising you weren’t going to win this one.

*ok* you signed and hesitated for a moment before continuing. *thank you*. You signed.

*your welcome* pepper signed back and Wanda offered her hand to you.

Holding Wanda’s hand, the four of you headed for the car park.

You felt bad for ruining the trip, but Nat shot you a look when she saw you getting lost in your head that banished all thoughts.

Once you were in the car, Wanda had insisted on driving. Nat was riding with pepper to try and find out more about what was going on. You kept the headphones and sunnies on the whole ride home as you zoned out slightly.

Wanda droves slowly so she didn’t throw you around while Pepper and Nat sped back to try and organise things for when you get back.

When you arrived, you were almost asleep leaning into the passenger door.

Wanda coaxed you out of the car and led you by the hand up the lift and down the hall to her room.

You were beyond exhausted as Wanda lifted the sheets and got you settled under the thick comforter.

She ordered Jarvis to dim the lights and soundproof the room. She thanked Tony for the added features in her mind as she felt you snuggle into her side.

A few moments later the door opened slightly to reveal Nat and Pepper peaking in.

“Is she asleep?” Nat asked and Wanda studied your breathing.

“Not yet.” Wanda responded.

“Well we have some pain meds for her.” Pepper said as they both came inside and handed wanda a glass of water.

After coaxing you into taking some medicine, you laid back down against Wanda was was massaging your head as you melted in her lap.

Pepper and Nat had dropped by Bruces lab to pick up peters pain meds for you before coming to Wanda’s room where Jarvis said they could find you.

You fell asleep not long after taking the medicine which had finally gotten rid of your headache.

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waltermis · 6 months

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Stripper

Y/N: Hey mom! Hey dad! Momo, Spidey boy. Have a good day, you guys.

Pepper: We already did that.

Tony: It's 3:30...

Morgan: How are you just waking up?

Y/N: I set my alarm for noon. I must've slept through it. I was working late promoting a new club. Oh, by the way, here is the insurance money.

*hands Pepper a wad of cash all in $1 bills*

Pepper: Thank you...

Peter: A lot of singles in there.

Happy: What exactly do you do at this club?

Y/N *sarcastic*: Oh, right. 'Cause I'm a stripper, Happy. Hehe...

*silence*

Y/N: OH MY GOD! Do you really think I'm a stripper?!

*Pepper drops the wad of cash*

Everybody: No.....

Rhodey: Yes!!

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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year

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Grandpa Stark

Wanda: *Coming home from work.* “Why does y/n look so mad and tired?”

Y/n: *Glaring at Tony.* “I’d just put the baby down to sleep when Dad came in and woke her up. Then he said he had to go back to work and left me to put her to sleep again. I haven’t slept in… what time is it?”

Wanda: “Tony!! Oh Malyshka you must be exhausted!” *Takes the baby from y/n’s arms and kisses them both on the forehead.*

Y/n: “M only a little tired.” *Falls asleep the second she sits down.*

Wanda: *Looking at Tony murmurously.*

Tony: *Afraid for his life.*

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #tony stark x daughter!reader #Funny story I put my sister to sleep twice and twice my mom woke her up then complained that she was awake #I currently feel like I have the patience of a god

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arlana-likes-to-write · 7 months

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For the sisters serie, how would it be for reader to adapt to normal things and living without the red room and dreykovs control, and how would Nat, yelena, carol, etc react and help? I hope you like this idea for a fic

-💣

Through Your Eyes

Family is More Than Blood

Warning: mention of past sexual assault, big talk about consent, our lovely reader learning how to be a person, guilt, anxiety, mention of past Red Room trauma

Note: These aren't in timeline order per say, just moments in the reader's life that have shaped her.

Relationship: Carol x Reader, Avenger x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.4k

It shouldn’t be this hard, right? It was such a simple choice. Ice cream or fruit. Ice cream or fruit. Ugh, you were going to work yourself into a panic attack over a stupid choice. “Kid, you are letting all the cold air out,” you jumped at Tony’s voice and slammed the fridge and freezer closed.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” he raised a questioning eyebrow at you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. It was well past 5 o’clock, you had no idea how he drank that and managed to sleep. Well maybe he wasn’t sleeping, that was his secret.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” you sighed. Tony leaned back on the counter and sipped his coffee.

“Try me,” you began to pick at the skin around your thumb.

“I wanted something to eat,” you explained. “But I couldn’t decide if I wanted ice cream or strawberries. The decision almost caused me to have a panic attack.” It sounded a lot stupider when you said it out loud. He was quiet and you expected him to have left.

“You know you can have both, right?” You spun around to face him.

“Both?” You questioned in disbelief. He nodded and set his coffee down.

“Sit and watch this,” you sat down and he grabbed the per-cut fruit from the fridge and the ice cream from the freezer. He scoped a few spoonfuls of ice cream in a bowl and sprinkled a few cut-up strawberries on top. “Here,” he handed you the bowl with a spoon but you refused to take it. “What?”

“I didn’t have to have both,” you said. “What if someone wanted those strawberries or that ice cream? I didn’t need both.”

“Kid,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and placed the bowl in front of you. “If we run out FRIDAY will just order more. You can have anything you want as much as you want.”

“Oh,” you whispered. There was a limit to certain things in the Red Room; food that was given, free time without the cuffs, and a break from the ballet bar. Everything good was limited. “Uh, thanks, Tony. Sorry, that was so dumb.” And a little embarrassing.

“Don’t apologize,” he smiled. “If there is something specific you want let FRIDAY know or ask me, okay?” You nodded as he cleaned up the mess he made. “Enjoy!” He left you to devour your sweet treat.

You heard giggling as you entered the kitchen after your workout with Steve. A smoothie, a cold glass of water, and a nap was calling your name. Sitting on the island were Wanda and Yelena, hunched over a laptop and that was the source of the laughter. “What’s going on you two?” You asked, grabbing a glass of water.

“Yelena is a croissant,” Wanda said smiling. You stared at the Slovakian and your sister, mouth slightly open as you tried to process what she told you.

“I’m going to pretend I understand what that meant,” Yelena giggled and turned around the computer.

“It’s an internet quiz,” your sister said. “It will ask you a few questions and you answer at the end it will give you the type of bread you are, or dog, or cartoon character.” She explained. You tilted your head.

“Why do you want to know what type of flower you are?” You questioned, scrolling on the page to see the other quizzes. “What’s the point?” You saw Yelena roll her eyes and take the computer from you.

“There isn’t a point,” Wanda said. “It’s just a fun way to pass the time.” Fun? You weren’t allowed to have fun. There was always a mission or job that needed to be done. Fun was something you weren’t allowed to have in the Red Room.

“Can I take one?” You asked Yelena smiled, nodding her head excitedly. That was where Natasha found you, sitting between Wanda and Yelena with the computer on your lap. “I am not a red panda,” you whined. The two girls laughed at you.

“According to the internet you are,” Yelena smiled, pinching your cheek. “My big krasnaya panda (red panda).” You slapped her hand away.

“I hate you,” you deadpanned.

“There you are,” Natasha said, rounding the corner to stand in front of you. “I thought we were meeting at 3.” You frowned. You were done with your workout by noon so you could shower, eat, and maybe take a nap. Natasha wanted to meet with you because there were some Widows in Central America and the Avengers wanted to see if they could do some surveillance. You looked at the clock in the corner of the laptop. It was 3:15. Shit. You looked back at your sister, her arms were crossed and she wore a smirk on her face.

“I got distracted,” you cringed.

“They got you addicted to those dumb quizzes.”

“Hey,” Yelena said. “They aren’t dumb.” She defended. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Are we meeting or..”

“Yup,” you put the laptop on Yelena’s lap and stood up. “That was fin. See ya guys.” You followed Natasha to the conference room. “Sorry I was late,” you said to her as you sat down in the chair. “Time got away from me.” You were never late, when you needed to be somewhere you were early. If you were late there would be horrible consequences. Natasha waved you off.

“I’m just messing with you,” she smiled, handing you a folder. “Messing around and not working all the time is good for you. We all need to do it every once in a while. It reminds us why we keep fighting.”

Walking by Yelena’s room, you heard a groan from the slight crack. Frowning, you gently knocked on her door. “Go away,” she groaned again. You chuckled.

“It’s me,” you opened her door. Yelena was cocooned in the blankets on her bed. “Are you okay?” She burrowed her face in her pillow, muffling the sound she let out. “Come on, sestra,” you sat down on her bed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She flopped on her back, pouting.

“I don’t feel good,” you placed your hand on her forehead. She wasn’t warm. “No, it’s not that type of sickness,” she huffed out a sigh. “It’s that time of the month.” Her cheeks blushed slightly. Ah, that explained her mood the past few days. You smiled.

“What do you need?”

“Can you get my heating pad?” She asked. “I think it’s in Nat’s room.” You nodded, kissing her forehead. It was a quick trip to Natasha’s room to grab the heating pad and into the kitchen for water, a Gatorade, and some chocolate. You weren’t subjected to periods but you knew people who were and what they liked. Yelena sighed when you reentered with your arms filled with goodies. You bent down to plug in the heating pad. “Ugh, I hate having a uterus,” the off-handed comment made you freeze, subconsciously moving your hand to wear you bared the mark of the Red Room’s choice. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Her panic snapped you out of the fog, turned on the heating pad, and placed it on Yelena’s stomach. You sat down and cuddled up against her.

“It’s okay,” you said and handed her the chocolate bar. She unwrapped it, picking at the bar slowly. You could tell she was still upset with herself. “Yelena, I’m serious. It’s okay. You didn’t mean any harm,” she sighed. Your sister sat up and placed her hand where she saw where you rested yours. Natasha saved Yelena before the graduation ceremony. One day she could have the choice of having children.

“Do you and Carol want kids one day?” You laughed.

“Funny enough we haven’t talked about that fair into the future,” you smiled, resting your hand on top of hers. The Red Room forced all Black Widows to be sterilized upon graduation. A child of your own was the one thing worth more than the mission. It made everything easier, with undying loyalty to the cause. “Not sure if I want kids,” you told her. “I never thought I’d be given the opportunely to have them.” Yelena nodded, moving to rest her head on your stomach.

“I think you’d be a great mom,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Do you think so?” You asked. She hummed in agreement. “Thank you,” you whispered. “Get some sleep.”

‘What the hell was the noise?” You thought as you walked out to the balcony. It sounded like a cat being murdered. The source of the sound was coming from Steve, a guitar resting on his lap. You grimaced at the note that was very out of tone. "Whatcha doing?” You asked, holding the book you were going to read behind your back. The super soldier looked at you, pausing the song he was playing.

“Trying to learn how to play the guitar,” you smiled, sitting down in the empty chair next to him.

“And how’s that going?” He sighed and set the guitar on the side table between you and him.

“Well Sam was out here with me at one point so does that answer your question.” You chuckled.

“It takes some practice,” you said, leaning back in the chair and opening the book. Steve mirrored you but with a sketchbook. “You’ll get it,” you added and you both fell into a comfortable silence. But as you read your book, you kept glancing at the guitar. It had been so long since you’d felt the strings of a guitar underneath your fingers. You enjoyed every callous you earned. Sighing, you put the book down and carefully picked up the guitar. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you tuned it and began to strum. It was a weird feeling it’s been years since you felt this level of peace. Your smile grew. The world seemed much smaller when a guitar was in your hands.

“I didn’t know you could play,” you jumped, stopping mid-song. “Sorry,” Steve chuckled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Not, it’s fine,” you ran your hand over the body of the guitar. “I was in my own little world,” you sighed. “I haven’t played since Ohio and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” You admitted, resting your chin on the guitar.

“I could tell. I haven’t seen you smile that big before,” you felt your body warm up. Steve closed his sketchbook and stood up. “You should keep it. You’re the best person to play it.” It took a moment for your brain to register what Steve said.

“Wait,” you stood up. Steve was already at the door. “Hold on. I can’t just keep this.” It was ridiculous, a little absurd.

“Why not?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Because,” you licked your lips. “Because I’ve done nothing to deserve this.” He sadly smiled at you. Did you say something wrong?

“You know you can be given a gift without having to earn it,” that couldn’t be correct. You had to earn everything. Extra portions at dinner time. A mission success meant you could get a break. “Besides, that thing has been bouncing between everyone looking for a home,” he continued. “I think you can give it one.” You stared at the guitar in your hands.

“Thank you, Steve,” he shrugged.

“You should play for all of us,” he said. “At dinner or something.” You smiled.

“I may need some practice before I start performing shows.” He chuckled.

“Well enjoy,” he left you alone. You sat back down, guitar resting on your lap. It was bittersweet holding this instrument again. You wondered what happened to the one you had back in Ohio or any of your things? Was it confiscated by SHIELD? Or local authorities? Was it donated and now someone else was learning how to play on the very same instrument you used? Sighing, you began to play again.

“So bye, bye Miss. American Pie-”

There was something off about the day. You were just off all day, having no motivation or energy to do anything. So you called it an early night and curled up underneath the covers. A gentle knock followed by the door opening caused you to sit up. It was Carol. “Hi,” she smiled. “Mind if I join you?” You shook your head and lay back down. You heard her walk over to your closet to grab some clothes she left in your room. The bed shifted as Carol climbed in. She was quick to bring you into her arms. Sighing, you felt her lips graze against your skin. Her hands traveled underneath her shirt. Any other night you would welcome her advances and where this was going to lead but you were so tired.

So when Carol turned you over on your back and covered her body with hers, you didn’t fight her. She was your girlfriend and if she was in the mood you should just let her. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carol asked, sitting back on her heels.

“Why-why did you stop?” You asked.

“Because I asked you a question and you didn’t answer.” Oh. You must have dissociated. “Do you not want to have sex?” No. That was the word fighting to come out of your mouth but if you said no would she still want to be with you? Would she hit you like the orders and force you anyway?

“It’s fine,” you said, placing your hands on her thighs. “You are in the mood,” you sat up and put your arms around her neck. “So you can use me.” Your girlfriend stared at you as if she was trying to figure out what you said.

“Use you?” She questioned. You nodded. “I’m not going to use you like you’re some object.” You frowned and sat back. Why wasn’t she going to have sex with you? “Baby, if you don’t want to have sex at any time you can say no.” Your eyebrows scrunched together. No? You weren’t allowed to say no.

“But-but if you want to and as your girlfriend I should let you.” Carol sighed and crossed her legs on your bed. Was she upset with you?

“You have ownership of your own body. It doesn’t matter if I want to have sex, you owe me nothing. I should have asked for consent first.”

“Consent?” You said the world slowly as it felt foreign on your tongue.

“Yeah consent,” she said. “So you know how I would ask to hug you when we weren’t officially together,” you nodded. You always wondered why she did that. “I was asking for your consent to touch you. I didn’t want to assume it was okay.”

“But it is. You can touch me.” She smiled.

“Maybe on some days you don’t want me to and you can tell me no and I’ll respect that.”

“Oh,” you whispered. “You must think I’m so stupid.” You looked down at your hands. Gently, she used her pointer finger to lift your head to look at you.

“Never. The Red Room took your and your sister’s autonomy. I will help you get that back. So,” she smiled. “What do you want to do?” You sighed, biting your tongue from telling her you wanted to have sex.

“Can we cuddle? I’m exhausted.” She nodded and climbed off the bed to help you pull back the covers. Once you were under them, she lay down next to you and put her arm around you. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you heard the smile in her voice. “Now sleep.” And you did, safely in her arms.

“Melina-” Natasha heard the strain in your voice as she walked by your room. You were pacing; 5 steps, turn around, and another 5 steps. “I know but if you-” you were cut off again. Natasha couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation but she could tell you weren’t agreeing with whatever was being said. “Yes, mama. I will. Talk to you soon. Bye.” You hung up and stared at your phone.

“You know,” Natasha made her presence known before you threw your phone against the wall. “I don’t think your phone deserves that.” You chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I think Stark could cough over a few bucks to get me another one,” she hummed in agreement and entered your room.

“What’s going on with you and Melina?”

“It’s nothing,” she gave you a pointed look. You sighed. “Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t listen or even try to understand my point of view on something,” you tapped your phone against your thigh. “I was cycled through the Red Room four times before you were born,” you mimicked the older Black Widow accent so well it made Natasha smile. “And I get that it must have been so hard and painful but-”

“It’s not an excuse to invalidate what you went through,” Natasha said, finding the words for you. You looked at her, nodding your head.

“Exactly,” you looked forward again. “When she finished her work with him she got out. Things just got worse,” Natasha knew this conversation was about Melina but there was a part of her that wondered if that was directed at her too.

“It’s common for daughters to fight and not see eye to eye,” Natasha witnessed Laura and Lila go toe to toe.

“Yeah but most mother-daughter relationships weren’t created by a deep undercover Red Room mission to steal information from SHIELD aka HYDRA,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I’m so glad I don’t live with them anymore,” the redhead laughed. “I’m serious. I think I’d kill Alexei by now,” Natasha smiled and took your hand in hers.

“Do you hate them?” She found herself asking. “Like do you wish they were stronger to say no to him.” You were quiet. Natasha could see your eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

“I think that resentment will always be there,” you said. “I was so angry at them when we first arrived at the Red Room.”

“Really? I had no idea,” you acted like their betrayal was something you expected. You chuckled.

“That’s because I hid it from you,” of course you did. Natasha wasn’t surprised by that. “But I thought about getting my revenge on them all the time. I thought I wanted to kill them.” You admitted.

“What changed your mind?” You sighed.

“Because they weren’t the problem. They were just part of the system that was created far before their time.”

“I’m not sick,” you mumbled, fighting a sneeze that was tickling your nose. Yelena and Natasha stared at each other before rolling their eyes. “I’m serious!” You pouted, sniffling slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Natasha questioned. “How come Carol told us you didn’t sleep last night because you were up coughing?”

“Traitor,” you huffed and failed to keep a straight face as one sneeze after another escaped. You groaned, a pressure building behind your eyes.

“It’s probably just a cold,” Yelena said, jumping on the table next to you. “Helen will just give you medicine and you’ll feel better in no time,” that was the problem. You hated taking anything that you were told would ‘help’. “Maybe she’ll give you a lollipop.”

“Yelena-” Before Natasha could finish her thought the door opened but instead of Helen, a man walked in. “Bruce,” your sister said. “I wasn’t aware you were back.” He gave her a small smile.

“I got back late last night. Helen got pulled away in a meeting with Steve and Tony so she asked me to help out,” he turned his attention to you. “You must be Y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Bruce,” he approached you with his hand extended to you but you refused to take it, frozen in your spot. Could they hear your heart beating? “Would you be more comfortable with Dr. Cho?” He asked. His question snapped you out of the trance you were in.

“No,” you said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’ll let you know everything I’m about to do before I do it, okay?” He could sense your hesitation. A small nod was all the consent you could give and the exam began. He listened to your lungs, asking you to breathe in and out, and took your temperature. You tried to get your body to relax but it wouldn’t. It was tense with tension every time Bruce touched you. His touch was gentle, a little hesitant but you were waiting for the shoe to drop. Soon his hands would leave bruises, would grab you, and force you down. “Looks like you have a small upper respiratory infection,” he said. “Which is odd since you were given the serum, right?” You didn’t respond “Are you under more stress or training harder?”

“I don’t think our sister knows how to relax,” Yelena mumbled and glared at her. Bruce smiled.

“Well I recommend some rest and I’ll prescribe you an antibiotic,” he wrote all this down on his tablet. “I don’t want to interfere too much but the medicine should remind the serum to do its job. Take it easy for the next few days.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Natasha said for you. You forced a smile as the doctor left. “Want to talk about what just happened?” You sighed but a violent coughing attack ripped through you. Natasha grimaced and walked over to you, rubbing your back to soothe the cough.

“I think I’m sick,” you mumbled. Yelena laughed.

“Yeah no shit but listen to what Bruce said and you’ll be better in no time,” So, that was the problem. You refused to take the antibiotics and decided to try to sweat the infection. That was where Bruce found you, holding onto a punching bag as a violent cough left you breathless.

“Your sisters told me I could find you here,” you tensed up at the sound of his voice. Another cough caused you to sway on your feet and Bruce reached out to steady you, this time you didn’t hide your flinch. Immediately, he pulled back his hands. You slumped against the wall, rubbing your chest to ease the pain. It helped. “Do you want me to get Helen or someone you’re comfortable with?” You shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you took a sip from your water bottle. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He stared at you.

“That was the most cliche line you could have said,” he deadpanned but it made you smile. You lowered yourself onto the ground and tried to collect your thoughts. But Bruce was patient and didn’t rush you to speak. Instead, he sat down in front of you with enough space to not make you feel trapped.

“In the Red Room, we were given pills and we were to take them without question mostly by male doctors,” you explained. There was still fear whenever Helen or Melina gave you medication but it helped they were females. “Sometimes it did help, the pain or sickness went away but other times,” you dug your nails into your hand. “Other times we would black out and wake up to a man on top of us.” You swore you saw a flash of green appear on his neck but the doctor covered it up with a cough. “So it’s me, not you.” It was his turn to be quiet and analyze the information you told him.

“Natasha almost broke my arm when I tried to patch her up after a mission,” you chuckled, that sounded about right. “She wouldn’t let Yelena see me alone. I can’t begin to understand what you and your sisters went through,” he sadly said. “But I’m not going to force you to be around me. It’s a trust I’m willing to earn, on your terms, and however long it takes.”

“Thank-thank you, Dr. Banner,” he smiled and stood up.

“I’ll have Helen set up another examination,” he said. “She may prescribe you a different and stronger antibiotic,” you bite back a groan, it was your fault anyway. “Get some rest or I’ll have FRIDAY ban you from the training room. Doctor’s orders.” He joked.

“Aye, aye captain,” you gave him a mock solute. He chuckled and left you alone. With a sigh, you rested your head on the wall. The serum helped you avoid sickness and long-lasting injuries but it was a water-down version unlike what they gave to Steve and the Winter Solider. So some of the bruises and injuries from their hands would last a little longer. It was another way for all the Widows to be under their control. But you were free and safe from them and Helen and Bruce were trying to help. They wouldn’t hurt you. You kept repeating it over and over again until you believed it.

It was a foreign feeling as you sat on a blanket near the pound of the Avenger’s compound. Feet bear and resting on the grass. Your fingers strummed on the guitar and hummed along to the song you were playing. Peace. That was the state of mind you were feeling. It was overwhelming. It was strange. But nice. You heard footsteps approaching, but the sound didn’t stop you from playing. You felt the warm hands of your girlfriend resting on your shoulders. She squeezed them. “How are you, baby?” You smiled, looking over your shoulder.

“Good, I’m happy which is odd.” She chuckled.

“Odd? Why is it odd?” You shrugged.

“Never thought I would be happy,” she kissed the top of your head.

“You deserve all of this and more,” she promised. “Now come on, teach me how to play.” You laughed and handed her the guitar. You stood up on your knees and maneuvered her hands on the guitar. As you were explaining the different notes and chords, she was staring at you instead of the guitar.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled.

“Just the most beautiful person in the entire world,” you rolled your eyes and fought the smile that spread across your face.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Captain. Now focus.”

“Yes ma’am,” she teased and began to listen to what you were teaching her. You smiled as she played the cords with some hesitation. This was your life, your beautiful life.

Also, while writing these stories. I don't think I've written Carol asking the reader to be her girlfriend. May write a quick drabble about that.

#family is more than blood au #black widow sisters #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #black widow one shot #black widow imagine #black widow fanfiction

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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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Their dynamic is one of the most underrated in the MCU. The og avengers, and arguably the two most interesting. She knew Tony longer than she knew any of the rest of them (besides Clint). My favorite Natasha friendship other than Steve.

“Agent Romanoff…ya miss me?”🥺😭

#this is not a shipping post btw !!#I just love their bromance/brother-sister dynamic #they’re my favorites 🥺🥺#her Steve dynamic is the best but Steve on his own as a character is boring to me lol #evie talks #natasha romanoff #tony stark #black widow #iron man #iron man 2 #iron widow

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Day 29

Summary: You get stuck at Maxwell’s after Christmas.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x You, Maxwell Lord x Named Reader (Maggie Stark)

Fandom: Marvel & DC

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, pining

Word Count: 697

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Maxwell watched you napping on his sofa. You were so goddamn gorgeous. He had kept his word on Christmas Eve and had been the perfect gentleman. It had been a fantastic night. He was utterly charmed by you. His own charm must have worked on you as well, because you had agreed to stay the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he spent Christmas with someone. It was really nice having you here to share the holiday.

Unfortunately—well, actually very fortunately for him—a blizzard blew in late Christmas afternoon. You had no choice but to stay another night, then another, and another. The storm was still going strong, and Maxwell wished it would never end. The last few days had been bliss. You’d both agreed on a temporary truce. The storm, combined with the isolation of the penthouse, made you both feel as if you were the only two people on earth. Walls had come down, and you were getting to know each other. Maxwell was pretty sure he still pissed you off, but you were warming up to him. And he was more enamored with you than he had ever been.

It drove him insane that his power did not work on you, and he really wanted to know why. He had never had to work so hard to make a woman interested in him. While he never used his gifts to attract women—he found it morally repugnant to coerce a woman into his bed—women usually threw themselves at him. Between his good looks, money, charm, and intelligence, he never had trouble finding a bedmate. You were completely unfazed by all of it. Considering the company you usually kept and the fact that you yourself were also beautiful, rich, charming, and intelligent he wasn’t surprised you were unimpressed by him. He had to actually try with you. Something he was entirely unfamiliar with. He noticed you stirring slightly on the couch, and he walked forward to sit. You blinked before your gaze landed on him. You gave him a beautiful, sleepy smile, and he felt his heart flip.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked in a raspy voice.

“A few hours,” he replied. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow,” you said softly. “I don’t usually sleep well.”

“My couch is very comfortable,” Maxwell said with a shrug. He saw something on your face he didn’t quite understand…as if the deep peaceful sleep you just experienced was rare.

“It’s still coming down out there, huh?” You murmured as you looked out the window.

“Yes,” Max answered. “It should clear up in a day or so.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you said. The slight furrow in your brow puzzled him. You looked almost disappointed. He hoped that was the case. He enjoyed having you in his space.

“We have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said.

“Not really,” he countered. “Most of my staff—and yours—has this week off.”

“Well, I usually work through the end of the year,” you replied.

“You work too much, Maggie,” he said. It was a bit hypocritical coming from him since he was also a workaholic, but he hated to see you run yourself down.

“I like working,” you said, jutting your chin out defiantly.

“I know. But you are allowed to have some fun too.”

“I have fun,” you argued petulantly.

“When?” You racked your brain. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had fun.

“It’s been a while,” you answered honestly.

“Then just relax,” he insisted. “There is literally nowhere for you to go, so enjoy the downtime while you can.” You looked at him a long moment, and he wondered what you were thinking. Finally you nodded.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now, about that fun. I have a bowling alley—it’s small, just two lanes.” he cut in when he saw the look you shot him. “So, what do you say, Miss Stark? Think you can beat me?” He saw the glimmer in your eye and knew he had you.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Mr. Lord.”

“I look forward to it,” he said with a grin.

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Tipsy

18+ minors dni

college Bucky x college reader (Steve’s sister)

A/N: Untouched AU; A tiny bit of alcohol and a whole lot of Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend can’t keep his hands off you. Time to sneak away from the party! Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, FLUFFFF

Word count: 3.9k

Also from this au: Tongue Twister, Date Night

You made your way through the crowd, occasionally swaying along to the music, the alcohol giving you a nice buzz as you attempted to find your friends lost in the sea of people.

“Hey pretty lady” A warm hand grasped you, pulling you into the coat closet, closing it and pinning you against the door. “You’re making it really hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re in this tiny dress, swaying those hips around”

“Is that so, you know my friends keep telling me about this really hot guy they saw at the party with dark brown hair, blue eyes and lips nice enough to sit on, wonder if they were talking about you, hm?” You let your finger trace down his perfect nose down to his pouty lips, yelping when he bit your finger.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he smirked down at you, his hands caressing your thighs, while trailing kisses down your neck.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bucky slipped his hands between your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, his fingers ghosting over your panties making you gasp before pulling his hand away.

“How can you ditch your own party” You cocked an eyebrow, one hand resting on the door handle, the other grasping his shirt, pulling him closer having an internal debate with yourself. You knew your friends would look for you but the second his hands were on you, your body was screaming for him. Your lips brushed against his neck as he groaned, his cock stiff, desperate for you.

“Teechnically, its Sam’s party, he’s just having it at my place. C’mon babydoll, just for a little bit, no one will even notice we’re gone” He pressed his hard length against you, making you whimper, his hands grabbing your ass, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your neck. “You look so fucking sexy baby” Bucky’s warm breath fanned on your face as he pressed you against the door. The alcohol made him feel warm and fuzzy and he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, hear you moan for him. He’d managed to keep his hands to himself for most of the night but his self-restraint was gone at this point.

Bucky nuzzled his face in your neck, rubbing his face in as your breaths got heavier. “Please baby, don’t you want my cock to fill you up, I promise I’ll be gentle princess, just for a little bit, need to feel you” His voice was muffled as he started getting needier, trailing kisses along your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. Your back arched, pressing your chest to his, fisting his shirt to bring him closer. You pulled back for air, looking at his lust blown eyes, his forehead resting on yours.

“Fuck me James”

You squealed, everything turning upside down, suddenly finding yourself dangling off Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you and throwing you like a ragdoll, smirking as he felt you squirm in his hold. “Bucky! Put me down, I can walk!”

“Shh, you’re mine baby, not wasting another second”

Bucky grinned having your ass right by his face, spanking it and kissing the sting as you huffed; he opened the closet door, quickly making his way through the crowd and up the stairs to his room. As soon he got to his room, Bucky locked the door, throwing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing. You bounced landing back on his pillows, giggling giving him grabby hands. Bucky shook his head, taking a minute to admire you before loving the way you looked sprawled on his bed.

“Bucckkyy, come here,” You pouted at him while his eyes raked up and down your body, swallowing thickly. Your dress left little to the imagination and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to leave it on or have you completely bare. “Baby, pleeaase, want you”

Bucky crawled on top of you, slotting himself between your legs making your dress ride up. You gasped feeling his clothed cock grind down onto your soaked panties, the friction giving you a taste of what you needed but not enough. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders, pulling him down, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Bucky groaned, rubbing himself harder on you, his cock starting to throb, the tightness in his pants borderline painful. “Fuck angel, could cum just like this”

You giggled, wrapping your legs around him, pushing your needy pussy against him making him whine when he felt his cock throb again. “Shit- it almost hurts baby, cocks so fucking hard for you” His hands gripped your hips holding you still, while your hands slipped up his t-shirt, sighing contently feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I want to feel you Bucky” You tugged at his shirt as Bucky sat back on his feels, gazing down at you, watching you fumble with his t-shirt, loving the little bit if shyness that still lingered in you as you hesitated to pull it off.

“Take what off baby?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, taking your hands in his, pinning them above you as he smirked.

“Ugh, Bucky take it all off-” He shook his head bringing his face down to your ear making you shiver, whispering “I’m yours doll, show me how you want me”

You bit your lip, letting the buzz of the alcohol give you a boost of confidence as you sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. You pulled his t-shirt off, quickly working at the button and zipper of his jeans right after. You grabbed the waistband, tugging both his jeans and boxers down, slightly stumbling as you pulled them off his legs, leaving Bucky bare before you. Something about you still having your dress on while he was completely naked made you feel giddy, your heart racing watching the way his cock throbbed, the tip glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck me, you look so hot” Your fingers traced down his face, ghosting over his chest, and down his abs. You carefully traced a finger from the tip of his cock, causing Bucky to whine, his hips bucking up as you continued down to his balls, stopping and looking up at him.

“What is it baby?”

“I- um….I read something I- it’s supposed to make you feel good” You toyed with his balls as you blushed, loving the small whimpers slipped through Bucky’s lips. “Only if you’re okay with it”

“I trust you babygirl, play with my cock” Bucky smirked at you as you held his heavy cock in your hand, stroking him slowly.

Bucky’s breath hitched as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth, lapping up all his arousal before swirling your tongue around his swollen head. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows as you started to take him a little deeper. You could feel his muscles tense, struggling not to thrust into your mouth. He grasped at his sheets, as you continued your ministrations; sweat beading at his forehead, his balls already full of cum.

“Fuck, just like that baby, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth angel”

You could feel your thighs sticky with slick, wetness soaking your thong each time Bucky moaned, his back nearly arching off the bed, his legs spreading further apart for you. You pulled of his cock with a pop, stroking it slowly in your hand while your tongue trailed down the shaft, tracing a line down his balls before taking them in your mouth.

“OH fuck, yes baby, yes, take my balls in your mouth- ah fuck, please y/n-, soak them babydoll, your tongue feels so fucking good”

You could feel Bucky’s legs squirm as you let your tongue trace and swirl around him, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing over the whimpering mess he was, stroking his cock faster.

“Fuck doll, fuck faster baby, so good feels so, so good, you’re gonna make me cum”

Your head dipped down further, spreading his legs just a little bit more, your tongue licking and pressing against the spot right under his balls. Your hand focused on the tip of his cock pressing your tongue against his perineum harder, moving it in tight circles as Bucky cried out. He didn’t have any time to process anything that was happening; pleasure surged through his body, his cock throbbing, cum bursting out of his cock making a mess all over his abs and chest.

“Y/N FUCK I- cumming fuck I’m c-cumming so h-hard fuck- oh god- please baby, fuck it’s so much cum, how is there so much baby”

You continued to lick and press your tongue on him, lazily stroking his cock as he kept moaning, his body thrashing on the bed, twitching at your touch. You sat up with an innocent smile on your face, loving the mess Bucky made all over himself, the thin sheen of sweat that covered his body, cum covering his chest and abs as he panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. Bucky could have sworn his soul had left his body as he watched you crawl up to his chest, licking up every bit of cum and swallowing, continuing down his abs, completely cleaning him.

“Where- where the fuck did you learn th-that”

You giggled, your face flushing as Bucky ran his hand down your back, slipping a hand under your dress to squeeze your ass.

“I read it online, it said that spot was sensitive. Did it feel good baby, was it too much?”

“Never too much, felt so fucking good, you have no idea angel”

Bucky grinned as you stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back. He nuzzled against your hand, kissing your palm, before rolling on top of you. “Now it’s my turn my naughty baby”

You gave him a quizzical look, squealing when he reached up your dress, ripping your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in his room. He laid on his back again, grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle him. His hands skimmed up and down your thighs, smirking as he felt your soaked core drenching his stomach.

“You know want I wanna do now?”

You blinked at Bucky, your face warming up as he gripped your waist, dragging you up his body, your pussy inches away from his face.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy” Bucky groaned at the way you were on full display for him, he could smell how aroused you were. Your folds were soaked, clit swollen and desperate for him. Bucky’s eyes roamed over your body, loving the way a strap from your dress and fallen off your shoulder, your lipstick slightly smeared, eyeliner smudged from taking his cock deep in your mouth. You could feel his breath against you, whimpering as he flicked his tongue over your clit, teasing you.

“Keep this on for me angel” Bucky bunched your dress up a bit higher, pulling you right above his face.

“C’mere, sit on my face babygirl”

You hesitated, your muscles tensing, not wanting to let your full weight down on him, holding onto the headboard for support.

“Are you sure-OH FUCK!

Before you could finish, Bucky pulled you down, immediately running his tongue through your folds, drinking and lapping every bit of your arousal he could get. Bucky could feel your legs tremble, holding yourself back as you bit your lip, eyes screwed shut trying to keep your moans down.

“The music is turned all the way up baby, you can be as loud as you want, scream for me y/n”

“OH GOD BABY DON’T STOP, feels so good Bucky”

Bucky latched onto your clit, suckling and moaning as your thighs squeezed around his head, loving the way you threw your head back crying out.

“Right there B-Bucky, fuck, please, right f-fucking there!”

His lips gently pulled on your clit, his tongue swirling as you struggled to keep your hips from bucking against his face, your hand flying to his hair tugging, burying him deeper in your needy pussy.

“Grind your pussy on me, use me babygirl, ride my face”

You started grinding your hips against his mouth, right on the edge of your orgasm as you held onto his hair tighter, loving how he moaned louder each time you tugged.

“M’ so fucking close baby, so close, please, gonna cum”

Bucky dipped his tongue into your entrance, groaning at the way it clenched, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, moaning at your taste.

“Cum for me y/n, fuck you taste so good”

He moved back to suck your clit, adding a little more pressure as he felt your body shake, brining one hand to pull your boobs out of your dress, pinching your nipples. Your whines became higher pitched as you trembled around him, your clit throbbing, walls fluttering and clenching around as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Baby, I- fuck Buckyy, BUCKY!-

Bucky held you in place, continuing to gently lick your through your high before letting you fall against him, nuzzled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as your body convulsed in his hold, the shocks of your orgasm never ending.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful angel”

You giggled as you snuggled against him, kissing his chest.

“You’re beautiful Bucky”

“Not like you y/n” Bucky sat up, pulling you with him. He looked to you before tugging down the zipper of your dress, pulling if off you in one swift motion. You still felt a little shy as his eyes trailed down your body, pulling him to lie on top of you, sighing happily; the warmth of his skin and the slight buzz of alcohol made you feel like you were floating. Bucky caressed your face, looking at you with heart eyes,

“You have no idea how lucky I am bubba”

“Why’s that Buck”

“I have the prettiest, sweetest, *kiss* nicest, *kiss* kindest, smartest, sexiest, perfect girl, my pretty angel,*kiss*. Oh! Also you smell nice, soft skin, so warm, so cuddly,*kiss*” He paused for a moment, shyly giggling to himself before coming down to whisper in your ear “you make me really horny, your body is perfect and your beautiful and I love your eyes,*kiss* and nose,*kiss* and…

You giggled, nuzzling your nose with his as he continued to list things, kissing you between each thought, interrupting his own rambling.

“Someone’s drunk”

“M’ not drunk, just so in lo-…” Bucky paused for a moment, deciding to hold back his feelings for a different moment, unsure if you felt the same way. “You make me really happy y/n” Smooth James.

“You make me happy too baby, James I-I lo-I like you, so much”

You didn’t want to scare Bucky off, figuring you’d wait a little longer before telling him how you really felt about him. You felt your eyes sting, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears threatened to spill out, now is not the time to be emotional y/n, get it together. Bucky smiled, his thumb brushing the tear that trailed down your face.

“Never met anyone else like you” His lips brushed against yours as you parted your mouth letting your tongues tangle, exploring each other. His breaths started getting heavier again feeling your bare body pressed against him, his full weight on top of you. He laced his hands with yours, continuing to gently kiss you, lost in the feeling of your soft lips, the little whimpers that slipped out, loving the way your tongue felt with his.

You gasped, feeling Bucky’s cock stir against your thigh, looking up at him with a mix of love and lust. You parted your legs slightly, letting his cock slide in between your folds, coating him in your slick. Bucky groaned, squeezing your hands in his, colleting himself for a moment.

“We don’t need to do more if you’re tired doll, we can just cuddle-

“I’m not tired baby, are you?”

Bucky shook his head, pinning your hands firmly against the bed as he started to suck your neck, his hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock nudging your clit making you whine under him.

“Tell me what you want angel”

“Just need to feel all of you baby, fuck you feel so good”

You wanted to feel him so badly; the buzz of the alcohol gave you another little boost of confidence as you wiggled your hands out of his hold, pushing onto his shoulders so you could be on top of him. You clambered on top of his thick thighs, straddling him, your heart racing. Bucky bit his lip, as you rutted yourself against his length, peeking up at him through your lashes.

“What do you want babygirl, rubbing yourself on my cock like that, such a dirty girl all for me”

“Wanna ride you Bucky”

Bucky’s breath shuddered as he nodded, holding his cock, helping you line up with him. You placed your hands on his chest, slowly sinking down onto his length, pausing as you felt the burn of his cock stretching you.

“You okay babydoll?” Bucky held your hips, holding you in place, fighting himself not to thrust up into you “Does it hurt angel?

You nodded, biting your lip, your brows furrowed as you continued to take his cock, throwing your head back as you bottomed out.

“So fucking big Bucky, can feel you stretching me”

You stayed still for a moment, feeling Bucky’s cock throb inside you, the tip already leaking with cum as your walls clenching and squeezed him.

“F-fuck y/n you’re so tight shit-” Bucky had to take a deep breath, it was too much for him, you naked on top, squirming over his size, already milking him without even moving.

You slowly started to move up and down, the burn fading into pleasure as you tried to find a comfortable pace.

“Am-am I doing okay?” You swallowed thickly, as you continued to ride him, hoping it felt good for him.

“You’re doing perfect baby, God you look so fucking beautiful riding my cock, don’t stop y/n. You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re on top”

“Bucky stoppp” You whined, your face flushing, burying your face in his neck as he smirked, pulling you up again. “C’mon baby, I want to see your pretty face when you bounce on me”

Bucky gripped your ass, gently guiding you up and down his length, his cock swelling at the way your face contorted each time his tip kissed your cervix. “How does that feel baby, does it feel good?”

“S’good Bucky, feels so good” You started to feel a little more confident, rocking your hips, bouncing faster “Fuck, stretch me Bucky”

Bucky moaned loving the way your breasts bounced each time you came down; your words making his cock twitch, his hips involuntarily starting to meet yours, gently fucking up into you, still holding back, not wanting to hurt you. Your legs trembled as you started to tire out, slowing your pace, falling onto his chest, panting. You needed him.

“Buckyyy…” He could feel hot puffs of air on his neck as you caught your breath.

“Are you okay y/n, did you want to stop?”

“Fuck me James, please, hard baby, fuck me till I’m sore”

No more holding back, Bucky growled, wrapped his arms around you and pinning you under him, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace.

“FUCK JAMES YES! Don’t stop, please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop”

“Th-that’s right baby- fuck you’re so tight- let me hear how good I make you feel”

You clawed at his back, wrapping your legs around him your orgasm ready to wash over you any second as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You like that baby, you love how my thick cock fills you up?”

You couldn’t get words out, nodding and moaning as you clenched around him, your walls fluttering, arousal nearly gushing out of you. Bucky groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he felt cum already leaking from his cock, holding off his orgasm, desperate to have you finish first.

“You gotta cum baby, I can’t, I can’t last when you feel like this, please cum baby, please please”

Bucky slowed his movements to a filthy grind, pressing into you, the trimmed hair at his hilt rubbing against your clit, his nose nuzzling against yours as he looked into your eyes, nearly sobbing as you squeezed around his cock. “Cum y/n please baby girl, m’already leaking so much, my cock is throbbing baby, so full of cum it hurts”

His hand trailed between your bodies as he started to play with your clit making your cry out and he picked his pace up again. Your muscles tensed as your heart rate picked up as your orgasm crashed over you.

“JAMES FUCK”

You dug your heels into Bucky’s ass, desperately pulling him closer as he continued to fuck you through your high, your orgasm immediately triggering his.

“Fuck baby, thank you, fuck, I’m cumming y/n, all this is for you, FUCK” Buck stilled, hugging you as close to him as possible, his cock swelling, his face buried in your neck as he moaned, his cum spilling into you.

“God you feel so good baby, this pussy is mine, oh FUCK all fucking mine” He rocked his hips a few more times, completely emptying himself before pulling out, groaning at the way his cum dribbled out of your swollen puffy folds. Bucky ran his fingers gently through your hair, stroking your head, a part of him worried he took it too far, looking at your dishevelled appearance. Your hair was tangled, sweat covering your body as you still panted, your eyelids heavy.

“Was I too rough baby, did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, pulling his arm over your waist so you could snuggle with him.

“You could never hurt me Bucky, you’ve only ever made me feel good, so good bubba” You pressed gentle kisses all over his face as he smiled shyly, holding you close.

“Do we have to go back down?” Bucky mumbled, his face buried in your hair as he spooned you from behind pulling you flush against him.

“Mhm, you’re friends will be looking for you Bucky, mine are probably looking for me too” “Don’t care. Wanna stay here” You giggled as Bucky kept squirming, the way he usually did when he wanted to get comfy to sleep. You tried to get up yelping then Bucky grabbed you, whining, pulling the sheets to cover the both of you.

“No. Cuddle with me”

“Bucky…”

“Cuddle. With. Me”

“Bucky, we can’t just stay up here-

“M’an adult, I can do what I want and right now I want to cuddle and sleep with my girl” He was so in love with you.

“A big baby is what you are” You felt your heart flutter at his words. His girl.

“I’m your big baby”

You turned around to face him, cupping his face as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and pouty face, hoping you’d give in and snuggle.

“You are most definitely my baby” You closed your eyes, sleep immediately taking over under the warmth of his skin. You were so in love with him.

Back at the party

“Where’s y/n”

“Notice how you can’t find Barnes either? That’s all you need to know”

“Good god they’re like rabbits”

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porcelana-r0ta · 6 months

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Oh you're sad that your favorite character is dead???? Well none of my faves are dead bc I have been living in denial (reading fanfic) since 2011. Y'all stay safe tho

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marvelflame2010 · 1 year

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Tony: Describe Y/n in one word

Peter: Scary

Steve: Artistic

Sam: Strong

Thor: Powerful

Bucky: Mine

All: ...

Bucky: What? I'm telling the truth

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bitchystxrk3000 · 9 months

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Tony: Y/N, Peter, I’ve left a letter telling your guardians not to worry—

Y/N: They won’t.

Tony: That you’re safe—

Y/N: That’ll just depress them.

Tony: —and you’ll see them in a few weeks.

Peter: Do we have to?

#incorrect marvel quotes #marvel #mcu fandom #marvel mcu #mcu #peter parker #peter benjamin parker #tony stark #anthony edward stark #iron dad #peter parker x sister!reader #tony stark x teen!reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 14 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 3

Summary: Reader meets the team.

Tw: mentions of sickness, teasing

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Thanks for all the support this series has been getting :) If anyone has any suggestions for things that could happen in this series lemme know and I’ll see what I think. No smut though I don’t write that here.

The next day you woke to knocking on the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed you quietly called for whoever it was to enter.

A moment later Wanda poked her head through the door. Seeing you awake or at least semi-awake she slipped through the small space she had created.

“Good morning.” She smiled coming to sit beside you on the bed. “Did you sleep well?” She asked pressed her hand to your forehead.

“Mmm.” You hummed still half asleep.

“You don’t feel warm anymore.” She smiled at this achievement as if she was proud of you. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving her hands to rest in her lap again.

“Tired, but that’s probably because I just woke up.” You smiled.

“Nat sent me to wake you up. She wanted to know if your well enough to meet the others today.” Wanda explained looking slightly guilty.

“I mean, I’m game if you are. Where’s Nat?” You asked coving a yawn.

“Nat’s training with steve. And not so fast, I want to know more about how you're feeling. No more headache? Cough? Wheezing? Give me something.” She grinned.

“My headaches gone, no more cough, maybe a slight wheeze I’m not too sure.” You begun and Wanda’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of your wheezing. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure my fever is gone, and I feel pretty good all things aside.” You finished.

“That’s good. Maybe keep your inhaler on you today just in case. And after the meeting I’ll see if I can get Bruce to give us a few spares, just in case.” Wanda said softly.

“You really don’t have to.” You said shyly toying with a loose thread on the sheets.

“Its no problem. I would make me feel better. Breathing is important.” Wanda teased easing your concerns.

“So, when’s the meeting?” You asked.

“Well, I think Nat wanted to do it as soon as possible. Like straight after training and then I’m going to make you some pancakes for brunch.” Wanda said poking your side. “But for now, hop up, get dressed and I’ll be back soon to show you where the meeting room is.” Wanda said, standing up and heading for the door.

Once wanda had left, probably to go and find Nat to call the meeting, you crawled out of bed. Rifling through your backpack you changed out your sleepshirt and shorts for a pair of black track pants and a pale-yellow t-shirt. Throwing on some goofy socks and lacing up your black converse high tops you braided your hair sat in front of the mirror and threw on some deodorant.

Once you were ready and had been to the bathroom to wash your face and go through your morning routine, you sat at peters desk.

Picking up your backpack you went through it until finding what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black sketchbook you opened it to a fresh page and began mindlessly doodling things you could see around peters room and the cityscape beyond the open curtains.

Just as you were getting into the details of the New York skyline you heard a knock on the door.

Lowering your pencil, you sat a little straighter.

“Come in.” You called your voice sounding better than it had in days. And surprisingly good for someone who had spent hours coughing and wheezing for days on end.

Wanda opened the door and smiled seeing you up and about for the first time.

“You look much better.” She commented coming to stand by your shoulder. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She smiled looking at your drawings.

“Oh, um … thanks.” You smiled still a little awkward when it came to compliments. “So, what’s the news?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” Wanda said looking up from where she had been inspecting your sketchbook. “Nat called Fury. He’s kinda the boss. He’s given the go ahead if steve and tony sign off on it. Nat then called a meeting and I’m going to bring you to the room where you're going to meet the team.” She explained.

“I have two questions.” You said.

“Shoot.” Wanda said pulling you up and gesturing to follow her out the door.

“One, is peter going to be at this meeting?” You asked as Wanda lead you down some seemingly endless corridors.

“Yes.” Wanda nodded, pressing the button to call the lift.

“And two, this Fury guy said yes? Just like that?” You asked sounding slightly confused.

“Yes and no.” Wanda begun, stepping onto the lift with you beside her. “Nat asked Jarvis, Tony’s AI assistant to pull up all CCTV footage of spider-man and separate footage based on bio-signatures. So, she could differentiate between when it was peter and when it was you in the suit. She sent Fury the files and after he reviewed them, he approved you a place on the team. If you want it and the others agree.” Wanda explained.

“Okay.” You said slowly. “Seems like a good plan.” You smiled.

And the lift dinged softly as it slowed to a stop.

“This is us.” Wanda said and you followed her out of the open doors. Walking beside her down a hallway she stopped in front of a door and paused to look at you. “You ready?” She asked, her hand on the door handle.

“Yep.” You nodded swollowing down your nerves. “Ready as I’ll even be.”

“You’ll be great. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.” Wanda said and pushed the door open.

Nat was stood at the head of the table, a screen behind her queued up with spider-man videos. She smiled at you and wanda as the rest of the people turned to face you.

Seeing the people you had only ever seen on Tv in real life was a little overwhelming at first but wanda squeezed your hand and lead you into the room to stand at the front with her and Nat.

Peter smiled at you from where he was sat beside Tony. Looking proud of you just for standing in front of the avengers.

You stood there silent for a second simply making eye contact with your shoes before Natasha spoke up.

“This is Y/n.” Nat begun, and you gave a small half wave with an awkward smile. Tony was staring you down with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was analysing your face mentally. Most likely already having connected you to Peter.

“Hi I’m Y/n Parker.” You said lifting your eyes to meet a few smiling faces around the room a fair few of them sporting shocked looks.

“Parker?” Tony echoed sounding smaller than you had ever heard from his times on Tv.

“Y/n Parker is Peters sister.” Wanda explained.

“Kid?” Tony looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me there were two of you?” He asked looking sad.

Peter looked slightly sick at the open disappointment his mentor was showing right now and so you stepped in before peter had a panic attack.

“Mr Stark, Sir, it was my decision to keep myself out of the spotlight. And to do that I needed to maintain a low profile. Which is harder to do when the avengers know of your existence. No offence.” You explained. And the team exchanged a few glances as they noted how you had come to Peter’s aid almost immediately.

“That’s alright, I’m sure Pete will open up now you’re here.” Tony said with a grin as he ruffled Peters hair, “Won’t-cha kiddo?” He asked with his usual charismatic charm and Peter gave a small nod and smile while he ducked his head not liking the attention.

“So, anyone have anymore questions?” You asked drawing the attention off of Peter once more much to your brothers' relief.

Looking away from the small smile he sent you as thanks you laughed, seeing every hand in the room up with a question for you, bar Nat, Peter and Wanda of course.

You looked to your left and nodded to Steve.

“Hi, nice to meet you kid.” Steve said. “I have a question though, if Peter’s identity is secret, why did you need to stay away from us?” He asked looking confused, and his statement drew a few nods around the room.

“If Tony scares you honey, I can assure you that the man would forget his own shoes without me.” Someone you recognised as Pepper Potts said with a smile causing Tony to grumble to himself. How Nat had managed to wrangle the CEO of Stark industries into this meeting you didn’t know.

Little did you know that all it took was ‘There’s something you should know, it has to do with Peter’ and she was on her way.

“Actually,” Wanda said drawing the gaze of the room to her, “This should explain it. Jarvis play the video.” She said and the lights dimmed as the Tv showed a compilation of some of your best moves in the spider-suit.

When the video ended the lights retuned to their normal brightness and everyone still looked confused.

“How exactly does a compilation of Peter doing tricks explain that?” Bruce asked.

“Um…” You said looking slightly nervous. “That was me.” You said in a small voice and the room was silent for a second.

“Sick moves kid. Peter your sister’s awesome.” Sam said and a few people laughed at his perfect comedic timing.

“Prove it.” Tony said and you paled slightly.

“Tony.” Pepper said placing her hand on his arm and shooting him a look.

“No, its ok pepper.” Nat said. “Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling. “Was that peter in the suit for those videos?” She asked.

“The height and weight as well as body stature and proportions do not match Master Parker.” Jarvis said.

“Ok,” Nat continued, “Who do those body descriptors match in this room?” She asked.

“The person in the suit does match the body of Miss Parker.” Jarvis said and Tony frowned.

“Do the sticky thing.” Bucky called drawing a few smiles. You rolled your eyes and put a hand up, splaying your fingers before jumping in the air and touching the ceiling where you stayed stuck.

“Crawl around.” Sam said and you glared at his heckling.

“No.” You said and you saw Peter doing his puppy eyes at you. “Fine.” You sighed.

Jumping up you did a flip and stuck your legs out, now standing on the ceiling upside down and making eye contact with Sam before looking to Bucky.

“Better?” You asked sarcastically.

“Much.” Sam grinned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Ok. Get down Y/n.” Nat said sounding part annoyed part amused at the display.

“Yes ma’am.” You said before detaching from the roof and doing a flip to landing back where you were before.

“Show off.” Peter murmured under his breath and you huffed a small laugh as his ears went red, not having expected you to hear him. Dumb super-hearing.

“Well, now we’re done with the party tricks. What are we thinking?” You asked brushing off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“Well…” Tony said. “I think its time you got your own suit.” He grinned and you smiled back. “What colours do you want kiddo?” He asked.

“Um… maybe something like purple, white and red?” You said and he nodded already sketching down ideas on a pad of paper pepper had brought with her from a meeting.

“You’re also getting an AI.” Tony added and you looked a peter who simply smiled proudly of you.

“Well, if that’s everything Y/n’s also gonna need a room.” Wanda said and Tony nodded.

“There’s a spare room on Natasha and Wanda’s floor if you want to move in with the girls. Do I need to send some movers to grab your things?” Tony asked and you looked at your shoes and shook your head.

“Not much to move.” You mumbled.

“Y/n’s apartment was taken out in the last battle. She’s been hiding out in Peter’s room for now. That’s how we met actually.” Natasha said shooting you a reassuring smile.

“Well, it sounds like I’m going to be funding yet another shopping trip.” Tony sighed and Wanda grinned at you mischievously.

“We’ll make it a girl's day.” Wanda said shooting a look at pepper.

“I’d love to.” Pepper agreed and Nat clapped her hands together.

“Alright then.” The assassin said. “I should probably tell Fury we have another spider on the team.” Nat grinned and you smiled at her.

“Great, now we have three spiders.” Tony said rolling his eyes and ducking as Pepper aimed a pretty good swing to the back of his head.

“Knock it off Tony, don’t act like you're not secretly overjoyed to have another Parker around.” Pepper said.

“Just wondering,” Bruce said looking mildly nervous as the room turned to look at him.

“Yes?” You prompted him to continue.

“Are you…” He begun before pausing, “I guess theres no real nice way to put it.” Bruce said and Tony jumped in.

“I think Brucie-bear wants to know if you come with the Parker Brain Package.” Tony said and Pepper glared at him.

“Tony.” She warned, glaring at him while you cleared your throat.

“If you’re asking about how smart I am, let’s just say I designed the original prototype for the web-shooters and chemical makeup of the fluid.” You said and Tony nodded seemingly satisfied with that small tidbit of information for now.

“Well, if nobody had anything else to say, Wanda and I are going to take Y/n for a tour of the compound.” Nat said before turning to look at Clint. “And you, have to make dinner. You lost our bet.” Nat said and then dragged you and Wanda out of the room by your sleeves.

After a very long and very comprehensive tour by Natasha and Wanda, you were shown back to the communal kitchen where most of the team ate together when they weren’t on missions.

You walked into the dining room attached to the kitchen to be hit with the smell of burnt food pungent in the air.

You looked at Nat confused, and she grinned as she heard cursing coming from the kitchen. Wanda looked like she was itching to go help but sad she pulled away Nat grabbed her sleeve at the very last second to hold her back.

“Can someone explain whats going on for me?” You asked.

“Well, Clint and Natasha can’t cook if their lives depended on it.” Wanda begun, only to shush Nat when she went to speak up. “So naturally they made a bet, loser had to cook the team dinner, naturally Clint lost so Nat is enjoying his public humiliation. And I normally cook if we aren’t getting takeout so it's causing me pain to hear whats going on in there.”

“Oh, calm down. Clints not blowing anything up.” Nat said rolling her eyes as Wanda shot her a look. “Ok that was one time.” Nat amended.

Not twenty minutes later you were sat at a table with the avengers with a plate of very burnt stake and watery mash potatoes.

“What is it?” Tony asked poking his steak.

Clint grinned. “A masterpiece.” He said.

“More like a mistake.” Nat muttered judging her steak while poking it with her knife as if she was expecting it to start moving of its own accord.

“I say we have newbie try it.” Tony posed and you rolled your eyes.

Cutting off a piece of the very tough steak with your knife you raised it to your lips and put it in your mouth.

It was tough and kind of disgusting. But you smiled anyway.

Finding the meat tougher than you had been expecting, you made the switch as you called you fangs up. Your canines sharpened as you chewed managing to decimate the meat. Swallowing you looked at Clint.

“Not the worst thing I’ve every eaten.” You said with a smirk and Tony who had been watching you closely squeaked.

“Jeez kid you didn’t tell me your sister was a vampire.” Tony said turning to Peter.

By this point most of they eyes were on you, so you hid your teeth and retracted the fangs out of embarrassment.

“She’s not. It’s a spider thing she got.” Peter said coming yo your defence.

“Either way her new name is fangs.” Tony said with a grin.

This time you glared at him.

“For the record i think they’re awesome.” Wanda said sensing your embarrassment.

“Seconded.” Nat said her spy training honing in on your body language to see you were insecure about it.

“I gotta admit it’s a cool trick doll.” Bucky said.

“Pretty neat.” Steve agreed with a smile.

“Badass.” Sam nodded flicking a still frozen pea at Bucky. “Alright, now that y/n probably has food poisoning, who wants pizza?” Nat asked with a grin. Cheers came from all sides of the table as Clint slumped dejectedly in his seat.

PART 4

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