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Tony Stark x Asthmatic!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,100ish

Request: So I loved your one shots about your arthritis, and I'm wondering if you could do one for an asthmatic reader and Tony? I'm not too particular about the premise of the plot, but would enjoy if the reader was an avenger.

Notes: So sorry that this request took so long! I don’t know much about asthma, so I did do some research. I hope I did it justice.

Fury knew that he would be stupid not to add you to the team. You had one of the best records in successful SHIELD missions since Romanoff, both individually and as a team lead. The only thing stopping him from giving you immediate orders to transfer from a regular SHIELD team to the Avengers was your asthma. You had proven time and time again that your asthma wasn’t an issue out in the field, but the worry was that one day it could become one.

You had heard the rumor that Director Fury was considering you for a transfer to the Avengers. Captain America had told you himself, before insisting several times that you needed to call him Steve. He even told you that he had recommended you to Fury along with Black Widow and Hawkeye. You tried not to get overly excited about the possibility of working with the Avengers.

You knew that the only thing stopping the Director from immediately transferring you was your asthma. You were excellent at handling your asthma in the field. No one besides the Director and Captain America knew about your asthma. Steve would often check in on you after missions, an extra inhaler in hand just in case. The majority of the time, you had it taken care of but you appreciated the fact that he cared enough to have an extra inhaler on him. (You had found out that soon after Steve learned about your asthma, he kept an extra inhaler on his suit at all times.)

“Y/N,” Steve greeted as he walked into your office. You looked up to see a large grin spread across his face.

“Steve,” you replied, “what’s going on?”

“I’m here to escort you to Fury’s office.”

“Since when are you happy about going to Fury’s office?” You stood up with a curious expression on your face.

“This will be the only time.”

You hummed as you and Steve walked out of your office and headed for Fury’s office.

“Do you know what this is about?” You asked.

“Maybe,” Steve smirked.

“Am I… Did I make the team? Am I getting transferred?”

“I’m not saying anything.”

Steve led you into Fury’s office where the Director was sitting at his desk waiting for you.

“Sir,” you said, “you asked for me.”

“I did,” Fury responded. “Congratulations, Agent, you’re being transferred over to the Avengers.”

You tried not to squeal with excitement. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let you down.”

“You better not. Rogers?”

“Yes,” Steve stepped up.

“Help our newest member pack up her office and apartment. We need her moved into the compound by the end of the week.”

“Of course. I’ll pull some members of the team to help.”

“Alright. You both are dismissed.”

You bit your lip, suppressing your squeal, as you and Steve exited the office. Once you two were alone in the elevator, you let out an excited squeal as you jumped up and down. Steve laughed, holding up his hands to try and get you to stop.

“You’ve got to be careful, Y/N,” Steve chuckled. “You’re going to trigger an asthma attack.”

“I don’t care! I’m an Avenger!” You cheered.

~~~

“I don’t understand why we have to help the newbie move in,” Tony complained. “I’ve already readied her bedroom, providing her a place to stay. Do we really—“

“Stop complaining, Stark,” Natasha said.

“Steve can’t stop talking about how amazing this agent is,” Bucky added.

“That’s not saying much,” Tony retorted. “He talks about how amazing you are all the time and I have still yet to figure out why.” Bucky let out a growl.

“Okay, boys!” Natasha stepped between them. “Best behaviors for our newbie.” The small moving truck pulled up in front of the compound. Natasha spun around to face the men, pointing a finger at them. “I will kill you, both of you if you mess this up.” Then she spun around and headed out the compound doors.

~~~

Your knee was bouncing nervously as Steve drove the small moving truck to the compound. You kept your focus on the scenery outside, watching as the city turned into more rural lands.

“Stop worrying,” Steve broke the silence. “You’ll be fine.”

“What if I mess up on my first mission as a team?” You wondered. “Or what if I don’t get along with anyone? Or what if—“

“Okay, slow down,” Steve chuckled. “You’re overthinking this. First of all, you won’t mess up and if you do, we’re a team. If one of us mess up, it’s on all of us.”

“I’m sure that’s really how it is,” you mumbled.

“Second, you get along with me and I’m a member of the team. Do I not count?”

“You do…”

“And if you get along with me, then Bucky won’t be far behind. You’ve met Natasha and Clint before and they already sing your praises. Bruce is really mellow, you’ll have no problem getting along with him. Sam, also really easy going. Thor loves everyone so, just a warning, next time he’s here he might pull you into the most painful hug you’ve ever had.” You laughed. “Wanda and Vision are great, though they’ve been spending more alone time together. But, honestly, you’re going to have no problem getting along with everyone.”

“You forgot someone.”

“I did? I don’t thi—“

“Stark.”

“Oh.”

You furrowed your brows as you glared at Steve. “Oh? What’s so bad about Stark?”

“He just… he takes a while to get used to. It also takes a while for him to be real with people. Just don’t take anything he says seriously.”

“I can handle Stark on my own.”

“I know. I just don’t want you to have to.” Steve turned the corner and a smile grew back. “There she is… your new home.”

The compound came into view and you let out a gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a little to modern for my taste but I agree, she is beautiful.”

Steve waved at the security guards at their posts as the gate swung alone. You rolled down your window as Steve continued down the long compound drive. The compound was right off the river, with large training fields in front and to the side of it.

“Wow,” you said softly.

Steve smirked as he pulled up to the compound and put the moving truck in park. You immediately noticed Natasha bursting out of the compound, heading toward the truck, with Tony and Bucky following behind.

“Welcome!” Natasha greeted.

“Thank you,” you responded, climbing down.

“I see the welcome party is big today,” Steve commented, coming around to open the back of the truck.

“Everyone’s either on missions or with their family,” Bucky replied.

“Don’t bother getting her things out, Rogers,” Tony stated, focused on his phone. “I have some agents on their way to bring everything to her new room.”

“I have a name,” you responded. You took the few steps to get yourself in front of the billionaire. You held out your hand for him to shake. “Y/N L/N.”

“Right.” Tony took your hand, still not looking at you. “I—” He cut himself up once he finally looked at you. You were dressed simply and yet he felt like you were the most beautiful person in the world. “I’m—I’m Tony.” Natasha and Bucky smirked as they eyed each other.

“Pleasure.” You pulled your hand away, not noticing how Tony was still gaping at you. “It is really necessary for others to take my things up?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Natasha said, waving it off. “It’s just how Tony works.”

You hummed. “Interesting.”

“Besides, we have lunch all set up in the common room and need to give you a tour of your new home.” Natasha’s arm looped with yours before she began guiding you inside. “There’s a lot of ground to cover so we can’t waste any more time.”

“Where the hell have you been hiding her, Rogers?” Tony breathed out, watching you and Natasha disappear into the building.

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no,” Steve shook his head. “Do not mess this up, Tony. She is a good friend of mine and she deserves for this to work out for her.”

“Is she seeing anyone?”

“Does it matter?” Bucky chuckled. “You’re going to make moves on her anyway.”

Steve sighed. “Can you just wait until she gets settled in before you do anything stupid, Stark?”

“I promise anything, Capsicle,” Tony responded. “Not one thing.”

~~~

Natasha had been right, there was a lot of ground to cover. After eating a quick lunch, Natasha and Steve pulled you away to give you the grand tour. Bucky wasn’t bothered, as he kept eating, while Tony was angry that Steve reminded him that he had a Stark Industries meeting to go to.

Natasha and Steve walked you through the training rooms, labs, the training fields, common areas, conference rooms, and offices, finally ending with the living quarters.

“And this is your room,” Steve said as he opened a door. All your things were already set up in it.

Natasha hummed. “Well, it seems like Tony had them put all your things away.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “How kind.”

“I’m across from you,” Steve stated. “Bucky’s to the right of me while Sam is to the left.”

“I’m to the right of you,” Natasha said. “And then Wanda is to the left.”

“Great,” you breathed out. “Now let’s hope I remember that.”

“FRIDAY, the AI, can help answer any questions you need.”

“Awesome. Well, I’m a bit tired. I think I’m going to turn in early for the night. Thanks for the tour.”

“Of course. Good night.” Natasha walked away. Steve hovered by your door.

“Can I help you, Steve?”

“We were walking for a while, how are you feeling?” He asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I’m going to take a puff or two of my inhaler before I good to bed, don’t worry.”

“Just let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“You got it. Good night, Steve.” You grabbed the door and began shutting it.

“Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

You were up early, wishing to make a good impression. You found yourself alone in one of the training rooms. Thankfully, you were able to get through your whole workout without any interruptions. When you were finished, you went up to the common kitchen and took a cold water from the fridge.

“Early workout?”

You jumped in surprise, spilling water down you. Turning you saw that it was Tony. He pulled a paper towel off the roll and handed it to you.

“Thank you,” you muttered, taking the paper towel and dabbing it on your shirt.

“So, you’re an early riser?” Tony internally cringed at his own question.

“When I have to be. Garbage?”

“The drawer next to the sink.” You made your way to the garbage. “What are you doing up?”

“I didn’t sleep.” Tony shrugged. “Too busy in the lab.”

You nodded, turning back to face Tony. “Well, have a good day Tony.”

You left the room, Tony watching until you disappeared. Once you were gone, he groaned, hitting a fist against the counter, in frustration. Where had his smooth-talking personality gone? It was like it ran away and hid when you were around. He needed to figure himself out before he embarrassed himself further in front of you.

~~~

As the weeks continued on, you formed quick friendships with the members of the team and proved yourself as a great asset on the missions you were sent on. Tony was the only member you had yet to fully form a friendship with. He, honestly, confused you. He was nothing like the rumors and press made him out to be. Around you, he was klutzy, fumbling all the time. He was nervous and shy, never exactly looking you in the eye or spending much time with you. It was kind of cute. You were thinking about him once after he stumbled over his words and ran away while you sat in the kitchen.

“You like Tony!” Wanda gasped as she entered.

“What?” You spun around to face your teammate.

“You have a crush on Tony!”

“N-Noooo….”

“Yes you do! I read your mind!” Her hands quickly covered her mouth. “Oops.”

“You read my mind? Wanda…”

“I’m sorry! Your thoughts were so loud and I just couldn’t help myself. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

You sighed. “fine. Yes, I have a small crush on Tony, okay? Happy?”

“Very.” She came up and sat beside you. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Why?”

“Because I’m not ready for a relationship. I’m still new here and Tony barely even talks to me.” Wanda nodded, looking away. You squinted your eyes at her. “You know something.”

“Maybe,” she smirked. “But I’m not saying a thing.”

~~~

Tony was kicking himself at the way he was acting around you. His teammates were enjoying the show too much, laughing at him often. They had all quickly caught on with his large crush on you and were quick to comment anytime Tony screwed up around you. Everyone was thankful, that his schoolboy crush had yet to get in the way of a mission. But they were waiting for the shoe to drop.

“Y/N!” Tony called as he jogged down the hallway to meet up with you.

You stopped and turned. “Yes?”

“I need to show you something. It’s in my lab. Come on.”

Tony grabbed your hand and began dragging you back down the hall before you could respond. Before you knew it, you were in standing in his lab as he typed away at his computer.

“What is it that you wanted to show me?” You wondered, looking around the room.

“This,” he said with one final press of a button.

Suddenly, part of the wall pushed out to reveal a black suit. You slowly walked up to it.

“Is this for me?” You asked, your hand coming up to touch it.

“It is,” Tony confirmed as he walked over. “It’s similar to your SHIELD suit but is obviously better because it’s made by me.”

You let out a small giggle and Tony felt like he could die right there. It was such a beautiful sound.

“It looks great, Tony,” you said. “Thank you. I do have one question.”

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Tony fretted. “I can change anything you need. Do you—“

“Tony,” you laughed, touching his arm lightly. “Calm down. In my SHIELD suit, I have a special internal pocket, I was wondering if I do in this one as well?”

Tony shook his head. “Yes. I didn’t want to change too much without your permission so I used your SHIELD suit as a blueprint.”

“I can’t wait to use this in the field. Thank you so much.”

Tony fought back a bigger smile than he let cross his lips. “You’re welcome.” He watched as you continued to study your suit. “Uh, Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to—“

“Y/N!” Sam called, coming into the lab with Bucky. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You’re late for training.”

“Shit,” you muttered. “I’m sorry. Can we do it now?”

“Why do you think we came up to get you?”

“Alright, I’m coming.” You looked at Tony. “Thanks again, Tony.”

You headed out of the lab, following Sam. Bucky kept himself in the doorway of the lab, smirking at Tony.

“What do you need, Barnes?” Tony grumbled as he got the suit back into the wall.

“We totally just interrupted something,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin. “You were just about to ask her out, weren’t you?”

“Maybe I was, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t lose hope. You’ll find yourself again.” Bucky laughed.

“Screw you, Barnes! Get out!”

Bucky laughed as he left, enjoying how much the tech genius was struggling in his interactions with you.

~~~

You were laying in bed when the alarm began going off. You jumped up and ran out of your room, running into Natasha in the hall.

“What’s going on?” You asked, shouting over the alarm.

“HYDRA’s attacking somewhere,” Natasha answered. “We need to get to the jet.”

You followed Natasha to the quinjet, where everyone else had already gathered and was putting their suits on. You hurried into the jet and changed into the new suit Tony designed for you. Clint got the quinjet up in the air while Steve stood in the center and began giving the team the run down of what was happening. As you listened, you could feel a slight tightness in your chest. You reached into the internal pocket to find no inhaler.

“Shit,” you muttered.

Tony heard you, immediately concerned. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You knew that if you took it easy, you could be fine for a few hours. But missions were not easy.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I just forgot my favorite gun.”

Tony’s brows furrowed. “Your favorite gun?”

“Yeah. I do my best work with it.”

Tony nodded, unbelieving. “Right.”

As soon as Steve was done with the mission overview, you were standing next to him.

“Hey, please tell me that you have an extra inhaler on you,” you whispered. “Tony made me a new suit and I forgot to put one in it.”

“Yeah,” Steve responded. “Come here.” He guided you over to the corner and blocked you from Tony’s curious gaze. He fished out the inhaler. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You shook it and took a puff, almost immediately feeling better. As you took the puff, you noticed that there was maybe one more puff in it. “I’m going to have to be careful out there, this one’s almost gone.”

“I should have packed an extra.”

“It’s not on you, Steve. I should be more prepared. Thanks though for having this.” You slipped it into your pocket. “You’re a life saver.”

You kissed his cheek before going to sit next to Natasha. Tony bit back a growl as he marched up to Steve.

“Are you and Y/N an item?” He questioned in a harsh whisper.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Are you and Y/N a couple?”

“No! How could you think that?”

“Cause you’re being all secretive over here and don’t think I don’t notice you checking on her before and after each mission.”

“Tony, relax. Y/N and I are just good friends and are used to going on missions together.”

Tony glared at his captain. “You better.”

~~~

“Where are these agents coming from?” Clint complained over the comms.

“They bread like rabbits,” Sam added.

“Yeah,” you agreed, feeling the pressure building up in your chest once again. You knew you needed to use your inhaler, but you were unable to due to the fight. “When do you guys think it will be over?”

“You already tired, newbie?” Bucky joked.

“Watch it, Barnes. I’ll find you and easily beat your ass.”

“You alright, Y/N?” Steve asked.

“I’m fine. Just getting annoyed at the number of idiots I’m dealing with over here.”

“I’ve got you,” Tony announced.

He flew in, landing next to you with a loud thud. With his arms out, he shot down the agents that were surrounding you before launching away. You nodded, impressed, as you quickly took the inhaler out and used the rest of it. You tossed the inhaler away just in time to begin fighting again.

As the fight continued, the air began to get colder and the pressure in your chest started to build up again. You were tired but knew that if you stopped fighting it would be your doom. After kicking a HYDRA agent down, you began coughing.

“Shit,” you muttered between coughs.

Your hands were on your knees as you bent over and coughed, feeling the shortness of breath coming on.

“St—Steve,” you struggled to call over the comms.

“What’s wrong?” Steve responded.

“I—“ You got cut off by another set of coughs.

“Shit. Where are you?” Only your coughs responded. “Anyone have eyes on Y/N?”

“I’ve got it!” Tony shouted, coming down for a landing in front of you. His helmet disappeared as his hands came up to hold your face gently. “I need you to breathe for me, Y/N. In—“

“She has asthma, Stark, and she’s without an inhaler. We need to get her onto the jet.”

“I may be of some assistance, Boss,” FRIDAY said. “Get her in the suit.”

Without a second thought, Tony had torn off his arc reactor and pushed it into your chest. He muttered an apology as your coughing fit continued and his suit morphed over you.

“Hello, Agent L/N,” FRIDAY greeted. “I’m going to count down from three and then you’re going to inhale as deep as you can. Three, two, one. Breathe.” You inhaled as deep as you good. “Very good.” Tony was nervously tapping his foot while bitting his thumbnail as he waited. “Again, three, two, one, breathe.” You obeyed. “Almost there. Three, two, one, breathe.” You obeyed again. “How are you feeling Agent?”

You chuckled roughly. “I think you can call me Y/N, FRIDAY. I’m feeling much better. Thank you.”

“My pleasure. I would suggest that you take it easy for the next twenty-four hours and make sure to keep an inhaler close by.”

“Right.”

Tony tapped the arc reactor, causing the suit to disappear into it. You stumbled slightly due to the quickness of the suit disappearing and the lack of support. Tony was quick to catch you.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly.

With one arm Tony held you up and close to him while the other one placed the reactor back on his chest. The suit formed back around him.

“Hang on tight,” Tony instructed.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held yourself close to him. His arm that was already around you tightened as he took off. The team was all gathered in the quinjet, ready to leave. Steve practically ripped you from Tony’s arms as soon as Tony had landed.

“Are you okay? What happened to the inhaler I gave you? Didn’t you use it?” He rapid-fired questions at you.

“I did use it. It was basically empty, remember?” You responded. “FRIDAY took care of me though.”

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed.

“Oh, yes, and Tony of course.” You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you resting,” Steve said, helping you over to the cot they had set up for you.

Steve got you tucked in, ever the mama bear, and you quickly fell asleep.

~~~

You knew you were being carried before you opened your eyes. You didn’t know who was carrying you, but you loved being in their arms. Earlier than you would have liked, you were being set on your bed and tucked back in. You heard a sigh escape from the person who had carried you, allowing you to know that it was Tony.

“I hate that I didn’t know that you had asthma,” he muttered. “Steve told me that that internal pocket is where you keep your inhalers… and you were wearing the new suit I made you… you didn’t have an inhaler with you because of me… I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure that it won’t happen again.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I promise.”

You opened your eyes slightly as you watched Tony slip out of your room. It hurt your heart to know that he was blaming himself for your asthma attack. You should have been more prepared with an inhaler, that was on yourself. You wanted to go after Tony and tell him that he didn’t need to harbor the guilt, but you were too tired and slipped back into sleep.

~~~

Tony was up in his lab, way into the morning hours, designing you a new suit. Now knowing that you had asthma, he needed to do all he could to make sure that you never had to deal without having an inhaler on a mission again. Your new suit would be better than the rest of the teams, besides his own obviously, but he didn’t care. He needed to keep you safe, keep you alive.

“Breakfast!” Natasha announced, waltzing into Tony’s lab. “And by breakfast, I mean fresh coffee.”

“Thanks,” Tony muttered, taking the coffee from Natasha without even looking at her.

Natasha’s eyes glanced over the screens near Tony. “You’re making another suit for Y/N?” Tony didn’t respond. “Does this have anything to do with her asthma? It wasn’t your fault that—“

“What do you want Red?”

“I just came in to make sure that you were alive. I’ll leave you to your tinkering.” She headed out. “Don’t let the guilt eat you too much!”

Tony huffed, getting back to fully focusing on your suit.

~~~

You spent the majority of the day in your room, taking it easy like FRIDAY had suggested. A few of the teammates had come to check on you, but none of them stayed very long. You kept thinking that Tony would come by to check on you as well but it was never him knocking at your door.

As evening rolled around, you decided to walk around the compound. You needed to get out of your room and, with everyone leaving or going to bed, it was the perfect time to do it. You ended up wandering past the labs, noticing that Tony’s lab had its lights on. Peeking your head in, you saw Tony standing in front of a suit.

“Tony?” You called, stepping into the room. Tony jumped as he spun around. “Sorry,” you laughed. “I saw the lights and wanted to check on you.”

“Check on me?” Tong shook his head. “I should be checking on you. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“You shouldn’t have had to deal with it,” he muttered.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know that, right?” You took careful steps closer to Tony. “You didn’t know about my asthma so you didn’t know that I need to keep an inhaler in my suit during missions. I should’ve told you or remembered to put it in my suit myself. It’s not your fault, Tony.”

“Right.” He looked away.

You sighed as you came closer to him. You took his hand and tugged it until he looked at you again. “It’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“I’ll work on it.” He pressed out a smile. “I have something to show you.” He kept a hold of your hand as he took you over to the suit. “This is your new suit.”

“Another one? Tony, you’ve already—“

He scoffed. “It’s easy. I make myself a new one weekly. This one is different from your last one. This one has a few bulkier spots on your upper arms, torso, and legs. It also has a button near both of the pulse points on your wrists. Pressing just one of them will engage the nanotech helmet. The bulks are holding the same medication as your inhaler. This will almost guarantee that you never need an inhaler in the field again.”

“Tony…” you breathed out. “I…” You practically jumped onto him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

He hugged you back, enjoying the closeness. “You’re welcome.”

You stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away. “Do you… are you hungry? I haven’t eaten dinner yet and I was thinking that if you hadn’t—“

“I know a great 24-hour diner in the city if you’re willing to make the drive.”

“I’d love to make the drive.”

~~~

It became a tradition that, upon returning from a mission, you and Tony went to that diner. No matter what time of day it was. The team enjoyed seeing you and Tony get closer. Everyone teased you both separately about being a couple, which you both denied. Not that you both didn’t want to be with each other that way, you just didn’t want to mess up what you two had.

You two had become the best pairing on missions, always watching each other’s backs. That’s why Tony was freaking out when he noticed you weren’t near him and he couldn’t see you from the air. He especially was trying to keep an eye on you during this mission because the air was cold and it was an easy trigger for your asthma.

“Y/N?” He called. “Y/N?!” Nothing. “Does anyone have eyes on Y/N?”

“Tony!” He heard you wheeze over the comms.

“Honey? Where are you?”

“I—“ you cut yourself off by coughs. “They cut through my suit.” A round of coughs. “All my medicine is gone.”

“FRIDAY track Y/N’s location.”

“Tony… I… can’t… breathe…”

“I’m coming for you sweetheart. Hang on.”

You nodded, unable to answer due to the pressure in your chest. You fell back against a large tree, trying to hide from the enemy. Slowly, you slid down to the ground as you began to really struggle to breathe.

“T—Ton—Tony….” You rasped.

“I’m almost to you, honey,” he responded. “Just keep breathing for me. Keep breathing.”

“Tr—try—ing…”

Tony landed in front of you with a loud bang. He tapped his arc reactor, causing his suit to disappear, before pressing it gently into your chest. The suit quickly formed over your body, getting the helmet on first.

“Okay, Y/N, deep inhale in three, two, one,” FRIDAY guided, you following the AI’s instruction. “Very good. Again, three, two, one.” You took another deep inhale. “Awesome. I advise that you see a doctor back at the compound and take it easy for the next twenty-four hours.”

“Thanks, FRI,” you breathed out, beginning to feel better. The suit helmet disappeared off your face. “Thanks—

You didn’t get to finish your thought because Tony was holding your head and kissing you before you knew it. You responded, kissing back. The kiss was gentle and not very long, but it was the best kiss you had ever had. Tony was the one to pull away.

“I’m so sorry, you just—“

It was your turn to cut off Tony with a kiss. When you pulled back, a large smile was on your face.

“Don’t apologize for saving my life and then kissing me ever again,” you whispered. “Got it?”

He smiled back. “Got it.”

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Dream Team

Tony Stark x OC (you)

this could be a one-shot or the beginning to a series...just let me know if you want me to continue! 🌶️

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Gunfire exploded all around me.

Tony and I were outnumbered twenty to one. In my experience, that’s the most fair odds these guys were going to get. We stood at the top of a massive wooden, spiral stairwell on a small landing. Bullets splintered the wood all around us, I felt tiny lacerations in my cheeks and the exposed skin on my arms. Gritting my teeth, I raised my arms and looked at Tony. He caught my eye and nodded.

He lifted his arms and a high pitched whine filled the air as he shot two light beams from the metal palms on his hands. I moved my fingers in the air, the light beams breaking from their straight path and following my guidance. The beams spiraled down the staircase, snaking through each of the gunmen one by one. They dropped like flies. It was almost too easy.

Once it had clicked that I could manipulate light and energy, just not create it, there was a general consensus that Tony and I would be paired for every mission possible. It just worked.

We’d cleared the men out of our immediate line of sight, but experience taught me that didn’t mean anything.

“Dozen more, about ten flights below, headed our way. Giddyup, kid.” Tony briefed me on the intelligence he undoubtedly just got from his suit.

Just as I began to climb on the bannister, a small explosion rocked us backwards. I landed flat on my back on the hard ground, the wind fully knocked out of me. I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes, rolling to look for Tony. He’d been pushed back, but the thrusters on his boots kicked in and kept him upright. His helmet, however, had been blown completely off. Dark hair, tousled. Eyes, vaguely irritated. The only person I know who would look vaguely irritated after nearly getting their head blown off. He held a metal hand out to me, pulling me to my feet.

Tony, Iron Man, flew over the bannister and hovered just below the railing. I boosted myself onto the railing and dropped onto his shoulders, my thighs on either side of his now exposed neck. We descended slowly down the middle of the staircase, both of our arms raised in preparation for attack.

Both of us were on high alert, now having lost the luxury of FRIDAY in Tony’s ear. I could already hear Cap’s “I told you so” when we got back for the briefing. He was a huge proponent of self-sufficiency and not being reliant on technology. Most of the time we’d just give him shit because he was a tech-averse old man, but in this case, he was right.

I closed my eyes and focused on the energy in the room. I felt my hearing perk up as I honed in on the sound waves around us. The hum of Tony’s suit. The sound of my heartbeat. The burning of the thrusters. The light shuffle of combat boots on sawdust.

“Tony. Ten o’clock. Now.”

He raised his hands and fired. Moving my hands fluidly, I sent the beam around the staircase below us, hearing satisfying yells as the men were all taken out. We descended more rapidly now that any cover was blown. I pulled my hands toward my body and spread my palms flat in the air, the blue beam of light coming close to us and flattening into a translucent shield.

Tony fired a few more times from behind the shield, taking out any stragglers. When we approached the bottom of the staircase, I dropped my hands, letting the shield down.

“I told you not to call me kid.” I knotted my fingers in Tony’s hair, conveniently right between my legs, and tugged.

“Ow, okay, don’t take it out on my abnormally full head of hair.” His boots touched down gently on the ground. Instead of hopping off of his shoulders, I decided to have a little fun in honor of another successful mission. I pinched the tip of my glove between my teeth and slid my hand out. Reaching around to the front of his face, I cupped Tony’s jaw, stubble pricking the palm of my hand. My thumb ran along his lower lip, instantly relaxing when he felt my touch. I tugged down, parting his lips. His tongue slid over the tip of my thumb before gently biting down.

“Having flashbacks, already?” He dropped his right shoulder, sliding me off and into a bridal style carry.

“I was going to call it a vision of the future.” I brought my hand to my own mouth and licked the outline of my thumb.

He let out a low whistle as he gently deposited me on my feet. Pressing a thumb to his ear, he spoke into our comms system.

“Dream team, ready for extraction, make it snappy. I’ve got business waiting for me.” His eyes never left mine.

“Copy that, Mr. Stark. The Quinjet will be at the extraction point in t-30 seconds.”

We stepped outside the building just as the wind from the jet began to pick up. Leaves swirled around us and I held a hand up to cover my eyes from the dust. Trekking up the ramp, we were greeted with a familiar voice.

“Excellent work, you two.” Nick Fury stood at the helm of the ship, Maria in the cockpit as our pilot.

“Not that I don’t always love to see your face, Captain Hook, but why exactly are you here? I do recall inventing a groundbreaking software that made these things fully autonomous, say uh, last month.” Tony’s irritation was only mildly apparent as the suit disassembled around him.

“Well, you see, it’s come to our attention that some members of the team, and I’m not gonna name names, can’t be trusted to be alone on a Quinjet without…Maria, what are the words I’m looking for?”

“Without screwing each other’s brains out, sir.” She called from the cockpit.

My cheeks flushed but I couldn’t help but grin. Tony raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, since when is it a crime to take care of my personal matters in my personal property? Also, correct me if I’m wrong,” He turned to me. “But, didn’t we just successfully collect all the intelligence we were sent in to get, with zero casualties and a total mission time of 47 minutes?”

“46 minutes and 38 seconds.” I smirked, pulling two zip drives from the pouch on the side of my suit.

“Mr. Stark, while we’re ever so grateful for your donation of the fleet,” Fury’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “They are, actually, SHIELD property. As with all SHIELD property, they are fully equipped with a comprehensive audio-visual system for security and training purposes. In other words, every single goddamn thing done or said in one of these is broadcast to our mission control and intelligence room and all 50 agents inside of it.” His voice had raised by the end of the sentence.

I chewed on my lower lip to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tony, I could tell he felt equally as shameless.

“Well, that would have been prudent to mention in the briefing.”

“You think we have to tell any of the other Avengers not to fuck in the Quinjet?” Fury asked incredulously.

“Cap and Barnes? Romanoff and Banner? I feel targeted, personally.” He strode over to the small fridge and tossed me a water.

“Likewise,” I sat in one of the large bucket seats at the front of the jet. “I’m feeling very violated by my employer. I think I’m going to need to speak to human resources.”

“Your concerns are very serious, why don’t you come to my office when we get back and we can address them expeditiously.” Tony sat across from me.

“I think that’s best.” I winked.

“Good God almighty, you’re like motherfuckin’ rabbits. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, my ass.” Fury sat down next to Maria, who was failing to fight a grin.

When we landed at the compound, I could feel eyes on Tony and I from every side as we crossed the tarmac towards the equipment room.

“Should I feel embarrassed?” I said, under my breath as we walked along.

“Eh, you get used to it.” He shrugged. “Believe it or not, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally made a sex tape.”

“I know.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How do you think I knew you’d like it when I-”

“Briefing in fifteen, upstairs. Get your suits to the equipment team for repairs beforehand.” Fury interrupted. “Don’t be late.”

The door slid shut behind him, leaving us standing in the expanse locker room, decorated with the most advanced superhero garb modern technology can create.

“Fifteen minutes?” I grinned, lifting my hair off of my neck so Tony could unzip me.

“Ten more than I need.”

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eykismyfav · 11 months

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Avengers Masterlist

❤️‍🩹- Angst, 💕-Fluff, 💔- Self Doubt/ Insecurity

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Thor

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

One Shot

Showing Weakness Tony Stark x Avenger!reader ❤️‍🩹💕

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

One Shot

Sick Day with Dad Father!Bruce Banner x Sick!Daughter!reader💕

Dr. Steven Strange Avengers Together

#Father!Bruce Banner x Sick!Daughter!reader #bruce banner x reader #tony stark x avenger!reader #tony stark x reader

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform.

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time.

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely.

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up.

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor.

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!”

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in.

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest.

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer.

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here.

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum.

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head.

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips.

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice.

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…”

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in.

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his.

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…”

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you.

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze.

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow.

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements.

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns.

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest.

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more.

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel.

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning.

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered.

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities.

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions.

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts.

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought.

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp.

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…”

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core.

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor.

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer.

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip.

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet.

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open.

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch.

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask.

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear.

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously.

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from.

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?”

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.”

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further.

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?”

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm.

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?”

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!”

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash.

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained.

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task.

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…”

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy.

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them.

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled.

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl.

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out.

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!”

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely.

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth.

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.”

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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romanoffshouse · 6 months

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[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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Natasha: *before a mission* Who’s turn is it to give a pep talk?

Steve: *sighs* Y/N’s…

Y/N: *stands dramatically on the table* All right, people, let’s fuck shit up out there and not die!

Tony: *wipes away a fake tear* So inspirational

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infictionalwonderland · 9 months

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Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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