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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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korgidorgi · 3 years

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The Avengers reactions to You getting into a fight at school

Warnings: cursing

Reader wrote to be female (pronouns are only used like once so i mean, anyone can read it ig). (Thinking I'm writing an actual fic out of this)

(idk what/where this gif is from)

(Also I don't own any of the Gifs used)

You got into a fight because some girl was being a bitch to someone you like 😏 (it can be whoever you want, irl crush, Peter, MJ, etc. your life, not mine)

You don't normally pick fights with people so this is like, a big thing for you

The bitch hit you first

You dodged her second attack

and broke her nose

You ended the fight

You ditch school and come back to the tower

Peter told Tony

Tony told everyone else

Peter saw everything go down

Fucking snitch

Don't worry, your crush helped you clean up after :) (you were bleeding a bit)

Tony:

Not too happy about hearing about it

He was passive-agressive to you when you got back to the tower, made you ✨uncomfy✨(He's scary when he's upset ok? He also lowkey has an army of robots)

He finally asks you about what happened and you tell him

Teases you about doing it to get Peter's attention (whether that's true or not, you deny it)

He's very much like a dad about the whole situation

Steve:

When he asks you about what happens, you start cursing

Comes at you about cursing

"Language."

"Sorry, BuT sTiLl!"

Crosses his arms at you, trying to be angry with you

Is secretly proud of you for standing up for someone because, he too, is a goody two-shoes and probably would have done something similar

Picks up that it may have been your crush who compelled you to do it but doesn't bring that up

Bruce:

Indirect about approaching you about it

When he does bring it up, he's a lot more calm than Tony, but gives you a mini lecture

"If that had been me approaching that situation, I never would have because the Big Guy would have probably killed them and we don't want that."

Makes sure you're ok tho

Natasha:

You can't tell if she's disappointed, proud, angry, what

She simply asks what happened, casually springing the topic on you right as your taking a sip of your favorite drink (you choke on it)

At first, she just listens intensely which scares you a bit, but is secretly proud of you that you stopped a fight with one hit (strong bby :3)

She gets you to tell her why you started bickering in the first place and you just come out and tell her about your crush

She encourages you to ask this certain someone out ;)

Clint:

Stalks you from the vents for a little bit before dropping down to interrogate you

Damn near break his nose

At first he scolds you for fighting, but loosens up

"If you were one of my kids-"

He's said too much

You weren't supposed to know he has a whole ass secret family (let's just pretend okay?)

Oh well, cat's out of the bag now

He tells you to not tell anyone what he said

Crawls back into the vent and disappears

Thor:

Isn't the best judge of scenarios like this because things are so much different on Asgard

Praises you for doing the right thing

The two of you talk about fights you've been in and the worst injuries the two of you have sustained (Thor wins that obviously)

You excitedly tell him how it felt getting hit for someone and he fangirls with you as well

He offers you alcohol (despite you being a bit young) (Do you take it?)

Tony yells from the other room

"Don't encourage her, Thor!"

Bucky:

Doesn't really approach you about it, he doesn't really talk with you much tbh (he doesn't really talk with anyone other than Steve, or younger people) (Look, idc if the timeline's screwed up)

Kinda proud you took a punch for someone tho

Gives you a thumbs-up when you pass him after talking with Steve about it

Sam:

Much like Steve, he's a bit stern with you, crossing his arms

Tells you to not do stupid shit like that (without him)

He only loosens up when you tell him that this certain someone has unconsentually stolen your heart

Won't stop teasing you about your crush but doesn't spread it to the other Avengers

Rhodey:

"You fucking what!?"

High-fives you when you tell him the story

Also encourages you about the ordeal like Thor

He's a bad influence on you

"You shouldda just gone in, hit her, and been like 'Boom, you looking for this?'"

Everyone in earshot just freezes and just blankly stares at him

"Not funny, okay. Bad joke."

Tony looks at him, daring him to encourage this behavior

Wanda:

She doesn't confront you about it, more like you race up to her and giddily tell her about it

Asks if you're okay (which you confirm)

Lowkey wants to see what it looked like

"If you want you can look in my head if you wanna see it it was sO aWeSoMe!"

Refuses your offer but looks anyways because she's curious

Nearly freaks out at your memory when you get hit

Very satisfied when you hit the bitch back though

Sees your crush that way, she'll talk with you about your crush when you bring it up later, she doesn't want to ruin your excitement

(I'm considering her a possible crush insert too now so maybe she already saw it and is like, still horrified you'd do that for her bc she doesn't think shes really worth getting sucker punched for so let's do this:)

(She's concerned that you're excited about taking a hit for her but thinks its sweet)

Peter:

He fucking SAW IT HAPPEN! (Ned saw it too)

He freaked out and helped you clean up outside before you buggered off to clean up elsewhere (with the help of your crush, unless it was him, then he leads you somewhere to help clean you up better)

Doesn't know whether to be horrified or impressed

When he tells Tony, he's screaming about what happened and is really blown away by the incident

Really worried about you afterward

Regretted telling Tony because he thought you'd kill him for it (I mean, you might ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ )

Won't shut up about it for the next 3 weeks

Vision:

He really only brought up that you looked different

Asked if you got hurt somehow because of the bruise and cut on your face

You tell him what happened

Doesn't really understand why you of all people would get into a fight

Warns against the (obvious) results of taking physical damage

Isn't much of a supporter or disciplinary figure on this whole ordeal, very neutral

#avengers x reader #x fem reader #tony stark #marvel #fanfiction #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #vision #wanda maximoff #peter parker #sam wilsom #thor odinson #clint barton #bruce banner #bucky barnes #rhodey #headcanon

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captainsimagines · 3 years

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To Topple A Giant || Finale

Summary: You had made it your mission to destroy even the smallest evils. When the opportunity arises to finally take down your own family after years of gaining their trust, you reach for it. And so does Steve, the man who represents a symbol of everything you hate.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader || Avengers x Reader

Part 10 of 10 ~ Mini-Series

Warnings in this Chapter: strong language; slight reference to past sexual abuse; fluff

Word Count: 6,700+

Author’s Note: Guys... the finale! I’m crying actual tears lmao. Thank you for reading my words. It means the world.

The New Compound, July 2025, 7:09pm

The extra hour of sunlight this time of year was the easiest excuse to use for lounging on the roof to watch the sun set slowly. The compound no longer touches the clouds, but it still provides a rich view of the landscape across. There is no blowing of horns or shouts of the road hecklers; it’s a simple hour of solace to rest your chin against your arms, eat your snacks, and watch the sky change colors until nothing remains but the possibility of counting the stars.

“Hey… can I sit here?”

Your heart does a little jump at the sound of his voice. Traitor, you want to say to the pesky organ, but remain quiet as Steve wanders over to stand by you. He’s close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Do what you will, Captain.” It’s simple enough of a response, you figure. You look down at the granola bar in your hand, turning it over a few times before rolling your eyes at the silly gesture. “Granola bar?”

He nods, watching as you snap it in half, and grabs the piece. “Thanks.”

You eat in cooperative silence. You take small bites, saving the granola bar so you have something to focus on during the length of time Steve decides to stay up here. He seems to be doing the same. “So what brings you out here? Another depressive episode?”

“I happen to have the perfect amount of depressive episodes, thank you very much.”

You snort, “Ditto.”

He takes a small bite and rolls the granola over his tongue. “No, I uh… I actually came out here to watch the sunset.”

“That’s sweet.” You shrug and admit your reason to him without a second thought. “I came out here to be sad, so.”

“Thor’s visit isn’t doing you any good?”

Thor is genuinely looking better. He’s started braiding his hair again, exercising with the help of Quill and Bruce, and participating in conversation without being addressed first. Seeing him makes you happy, but there’s still a glint in his eyes that reminds you of the lowest point of his life. And his lowest point was also yours. Sometimes you just want to forget. “He looks better. Healthier, got some light back in his eyes. It’s just whenever we look at each other we think of the same thing, I guess.”

Steve hums low and his shoulder brushes yours. “Loki.”

“It’s good to reminisce and all but I’ve got my limits,” you say.

“What was the special connection between you and Loki anyway?”

You grin at such an innocent question. Steve had never been close to Loki, didn’t really like him much, but he tolerated the God wandering about. You figure he genuinely wants to know. “I met him a little bit before I was assaulted. Everyone in the compound had their suspicions but no one asked. It was like they were avoiding me but also trying to help, I don’t really know. It was a weird time. And Loki, after we caught that dragon thing and really, really properly met, just straight up asked me why I was so distant all of a sudden.” Your chest warms at the memory. “I told him. And you know what the first thing he said to me was?”

Steve shakes his head a little and his eyes follow the tilt of your mouth. “‘What a cunt’.”

He startles himself into a laugh, the rough word not expected. You continue, “It was the first time I laughed in four months.”

Steve follows your gaze out to the sunset. He suddenly feels guilty, out of the loop, sad. You had only mentioned your assault to him once when you discovered Tony’s afterlife gifts, and he never brought it up again. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were-”

“Bucky had just moved into the tower and all of your attention was on him. I don’t blame you for not seeing me.”

It’s true, but Steve doesn’t forgive himself. He’s had two years to check up on you and because of his own selfish choice, he’s let you slip from his fingers. A question bubbles from the back of his mind — one that he doesn’t think twice about finally asking. If he does, he won’t ask. “Do you miss… me?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“Sam put the idea in my head and—”

You sigh, “Steve, it’s the fact that he had to put the idea in your head. I can lie and say I’ve been all fine and dandy, or I can tell the truth and say I’ve been all fine and dandy. Take your pick.”

Steve stares at you for a long moment, mouth parting around invisible words. You’re staring at the sunset, avoiding his gaze but aware of his eyes on you, and he misses you. He truly, terribly, misses you. He decides he’s got nothing more to lose — he’s already lost you. “Well, I miss you. Do with that what you will.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes: wind in your ears, legs shifting when too much weight has been applied, tiny sniffs of the nose. You don’t really know what to do with that information. Steve misses you. And you miss him. But he doesn’t deserve to know that. There’s been no apology from him, just things he’ll do to appease Sam.

At the three minute mark, you groan quietly and turn to him. “Are you seriously still going to watch the sunset up here?”

Steve smirks and watches you from his peripheral. He really has missed being on the receiving end of your various tones of voices. “I have been told that I’m impossible to get rid of, so yeah.”

His company isn’t all that bad.

Present Day, 2025, 9:07am

Perhaps there were good things that came from being locked up for over two weeks, alone. Last time you were locked up with the team and there was absolutely no special treatment after that. Now you’re resisting the urge to burst out laughing as Steve piles on the seventh massive pancake on your plate; or rolling your eyes as Sam keeps asking if you want more maple syrup — ‘What flavor? We’ve got six!’ — and Peter’s drowning Bucky with questions about who he encountered at the wedding.

“Is it the same as Netflix Narcos?”

“No,” you say bluntly.

“Is the Amazon series legit? Like, did Omar really kill the DEA agent?”

“No.”

“Is Omar as evil as they say?”

“No.”

“Damn,” Peter groans, piling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. “Nothing’s as exciting as it seems, huh?”

Everyone looks to him, then to each other.

Steve clears his throat, “I was literally shot.”

Mouth full, you follow. “And I was abused for years.”

“And I had to deal with them while with HYDRA,” Bucky says with his mouth full too.

“Man, they shot at me. That counts,” Sam adds.

“And I finally got to use the shield. While being shot at,” Scott says.

You interject, “Technically I was being shot at.”

Even with such a cloud of violence, with gruesome memories — memories that would just be shoveled into the pile of things that no one is ever going to talk about again — you all begin laughing. Poor Peter missed out on a lot, but he can put two and two together. He knows this is his only chance to ask before you all lock it away and call it just another mission. It doesn’t hurt to humor him.

And even though you won’t mention it to any one else unless they ask — this wasn’t just another mission for you or Steve. Things have changed and the both of you know it. The aches within your chest are no longer negative or a bother, but instead are blooming flowers that have laid dormant for years. You’ve been plucking petals for as long as the two of you can remember, and it’s about damn time you both end up on the same page.

Everything has been quiet. Sure, there are bounties on everyone’s head but when is there not? You’ve pissed off more cartel leaders and gang leaders and political enemies than you can count on two hands, so this enemy territory is not all that foreign. You recognize the high trees, the gray skies, the mud beneath your boots. But you’ve got friends on your team that know how to climb those trees; friends on your team that know how to move the clouds and make the sky the talk; friends on your team that would hump through mud and snow watching your six.

You can’t believe you even thought about leaving after the mission in the first place. This is where you belong, where all of you belong, because you’re the only ones with good hearts who qualify for the job.

As breakfast winds down, Steve takes the opportunity to sprinkle in moments of long-awaited public displays of affection. When you go to refill your orange juice, he sneaks a kiss on your cheek. When you go to wash your plate, he makes sure Peter is looking the other way before patting your ass. And when you’re the one to envelope his slim waist from behind, he melts in your combined warmth.

“So, about our date,” Steve inquires, cheeks turning pink but voice unwavering. He looks brand new, refreshed, and there’s a shine in his eyes that you haven’t seen since forever. You can’t remember the last time you have, but you figure it must have been back when the world hadn’t yet swallowed him whole. Now, he’s burning bright with the youth his soul has missed.

You jump up and down, “Ooo, exciting!”

Steve takes you by the waist, swinging you in every direction. It’s uncoordinated, messy, and not exactly dancing but it’s pure. “Chinese? Pizza? Just fries?”

“¿Por qué no los tres?” Pursing your lips, you wait for his answer.

“That can be arranged.”

You gasp dramatically, “You’re spoiling me.”

“Well I have two years to make up for it.”

That startles a laugh from deep inside your chest. “That’s gonna be our inside joke now, huh? Two of the worst years of our lives and we’re joking about it.”

He blushes along with you. “I think that describes our relationship perfectly.”

“Our relationship…” Your voice comes out like a melodic whisper and Steve feels it in his bones.

He grins down at you but before he can respond, someone enters the common room rather cautiously.

“Oh, now what the hell are you doing here?” Steve demands, pushing you to stand behind him. The gesture is nice, but completely unnecessary. Friday would have alerted the team if someone entered the grounds armed.

Agent Kavert raises his hands, “Relax. I’m not here to arrest you or anything.”

Steve tries to move his shoulders in a way where Agent Kavert can’t see your head. But you maneuver around him, somehow ending up peeking your head through Steve’s underarm. “If I know the law, and I think I do, you can’t really arrest someone in their own house anyway, right?” You pat Steve repeatedly on his side. “Right?”

Before Steve can respond, Agent Kavert speaks. With Steve guarding you, it seems the only thing Agent Kavert wants to do is get in and get out as fast as he can. “I just came to apologize. Ballistics came back and the evidence does show that you didn’t kill Ernesto Vega. It was Ramirez’s issued gun.”

Yeah, you think. The gun Seda stole.

“Oh, what a breath of relief! I almost forgot I was there.”

He sighs and his lips pull into a small smile. “You’re not gonna tell me where Ramirez is, huh?”

Steve takes this as his cue to leave you two alone, but not before squeezing your hand on his way out. He nods over to Peter, who’s still crouching in the kitchen, unseen by Kavert. Peter gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up, happy to spy for his Captain. But you know he’s really asking Peter to take care of you while he’s gone.

You let out a heavy sigh. Omar has been wanted for years for another murder he didn’t even commit. And now, he’s wanted for another. He may be a giant with morals, but even he can’t escape the gruesome reality that plagues the wicked.

“I don’t even know where he is. If you came looking for answers—”

“No, I just… Everything’s been so fucked up since half the universe came back. And the possibility of an Avenger being bad, having played us for years — I think it just scared a lot of people.” Agent Kavert actually looks sincere. He adjusts his footing and chuckles a little under his breath. There’s a fine line creasing his forehead, but it isn’t formed from stress. He’s smiling, an honest look, and his eyebrows pull inward. “And Shakespeare? Really?”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug and lean back against the counter. “When half the world disappears and takes your family and friends with it, there’s really not much else to do.”

And besides, Loki was really into Shakespeare.

You continue, deciding at the last second to throw Agent Kavert a bone about your past. “Shield didn’t know but Nick Fury did. So did Pierce. And when Shield fell, Fury just hid it even more.” You give him a half smile. “We weren’t helping the cartel. We were slowly taking it apart.”

Agent Kavert nods, thinking it over. “The deal Jackeline made with us was pretty simple. She’d tell us all the inside secrets that she knew and in exchange, no charges against her and none so serious for you.”

Your shoulders slump and you shoot him a blank stare. “Was it really that simple? Like, I could have just used her as my one free call?”

“Joke all you want. You should have called us when Shield fell. The double agent thing was risky and everyone needs help taking down a giant like that.”

“I did have help. Involving more people was never planned.”

“He was just as much our mission as he was yours.”

Agent Kavert, as sorry as he looks, still doesn’t seem to get it. But that’s fine, you think. Not everyone can. And you’re not in the mood to argue anymore. “No… he wasn’t.”

He seems to read your mind because he simply accepts your answer. “I really am sorry for accusing you. And for the government arresting you alone and letting the white man go free.”

A tiny snort tickles your nostrils. Agent Kavert is white, and it’s even more amusing considering he’s being serious. “Thanks… I guess.”

He turns to leave, seemingly normal, until he spins on his heel and claps his hands. “Oh! And by the way — don’t leave the country. The charges of conspiracy and murder have all been dropped. But there’s evidence of drug smuggling. So, you’re on house arrest.”

Your eyes widen and you reply with a sarcastic yell. “Thanks!” He turns to leave again. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

He glances over his shoulder, “Could not have let you just get away with it. Some of that smuggling was under no order from Shield at all.”

“You know I can easily disable that ugly ass ankle bracelet you’re about to give me?”

He chuckles low, and finally waves goodbye. “Goodbye, Agent Y/LN.”

You stand dumbfounded, slightly annoyed, but you figure it’s better than actual jail time. Peter rises from his hiding spot and walks over to you, blowing air from his mouth. “Friend of yours?”

You whip around to point a finger, scream and laugh mixing into one. “No friend!”

Peter finally hears that accent Steve can’t stop talking about.

It’s a tiny portrait, sealed in a tiny frame and hidden in a tiny room. The frame is black with professional wooden carvings that make the sides look like perfectly detailed tree trunks. It’s in between the portrait of Tony and Natasha’s bracelet. Tony wears the same AC/DC shirt Steve has somehow stolen and claimed as his own. He’s got this sarcastic grin, some type of wrench in one hand while his other rests on his hip. He stands in his lab, glasses pushed up onto his head and black soot smudged on his cheek. You think Peter snapped the photo back in 2017.

But the middle portrait is your favorite. It’s the only photo he ever allowed to be taken of him. Brushing your index finger against the glass, you trace the small outlines of Loki’s jawline, to his thin pink lips, to the bulb of his nose, to the waves of his hair. He sits caught off guard, book in his hand and in regular human clothing. He shoots a rather annoyed but joyful look over his shoulder as the camera was shoved in his face. You know for sure Wanda took that photo.

“You’re not dead,” you say as you study the blue of his frozen eyes. A God doesn’t die, you remember him saying. Loki was wrong about a lot of things, but you pray he wasn’t wrong about this. There’s a small part of you that wants to speak the same words to Tony and Natasha, but there’s only so many times the world’s axis can shift for a miracle. You tap the glass, sighing a breath of acceptance, and finally let go. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Smiling up at the ceiling, you think you’re right about this one.

It’s quiet. The only sounds are the mild ripping of wrapping paper and small ‘thank you’s’ from the team. Everyone got each other something — granted, everyone got something small for everyone. No matter how much Tony joked about still splurging on Christmas shopping, his promises weren’t exactly kept. He’s gotten everyone things they actually need or wanted. Steve, a new drawing pad; Natasha, a bright pink knit sweater; Rhodey, a new watch; Bruce, a pair of sunglasses; Nebula, a dark blue knitted sweater that she immediately presses against her cheek, eyes focused on the ground as she savors the soft brush; you, the full collection of Shakespeare's plays and sonnets. And he finally presents the baby’s crib to Pepper, constructed three weeks after she originally asked him to.

“I know how much you like to reenact A Midsummer Night’s Dream in your room,” Tony grins at you. Biting your bottom lip, you throw yourself at him and hug him tight. He returns the hug with just as much strength, if not more.

As the night goes on and midnight rings, your small group exchanges tight-lipped merry Christmas’s and happy holidays. Natasha retires to her room, a distant look in her eyes as she says goodnight. No one knows where Clint is.

Steve nudges your elbow with his once the room empties. He holds out a box with festive wrapping — snowmen with carrots for noses and a variety of pebbled smiles. “From me and Okoye.”

“You got me a gift?”

Steve’s brow furrows as he nods like it’s obvious. “Of course. You’re my friend.”

“Well, now I feel inadequate,” you laugh. It comes out wet and it’s then that you realize you’re tearing up. “I promise to reenact Midsummer for you, okay?”

Steve chuckles, “You got it.”

You unwrap it slowly, half wondering why Steve and Okoye teamed up to get you a present. You. Your stomach churns an innocent whirl.

It’s a long sleeved vest… or sweater. You can’t really tell until you pull it from the box. It’s intricately designed and it takes a moment for you to finally see it, to finally understand, and the moment you do you exhale a wracked breath.

It’s not Wakandan fashion. It’s threaded with the colors and swirls of a place you haven’t called home in years. It has red flowers down the vest portion and multicolored rows down the sleeves and back. It’s made from a thick fabric that’s rarely used this century. Vintage — home.

“Steve…”

Steve clears his throat, “Now, I only did the flower parts. Okoye found it unfinished in… um…”

And there, where tags from brands would usually be, is a small threaded engraving.

‘From Bucky, To our muñeca.’

“He didn’t get to finish it so I thought I would — you know, help? — so it’s really from Buck. Probably an apology for not letting you visit him in Wakanda.”

Steve tries to push out a laugh at his poor joke, but you can see how he’s faltering. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him down so his knees bend, and pour as much nonverbal thank you’s into the hug. He hesitates at first, arms floating awkwardly, until he swallows his fear and wraps his arms around your waist. He holds you to him tightly and breathes in the sweet scent of your vanilla shampoo.

“Thank you.” Your voice is small, but Steve regards the delivery as powerful.

You wear it once, that Christmas night, enveloped in its warmth as you slept. In the morning, you hang it in the back of your closet.

A knock on your bedroom door sounds through your headphones. Bucky peeks his head in, “Is now a bad time?”

Sitting up, you pull the headphones from your ears. “Nope. Just thinking about how I’ve lived several years in the span of one week.”

Bucky lugs in a sports bag in one hand and a manila file in the other. He places them at the edge of your bed and proceeds to bounce in the available space near you. “Yeah, that can be annoying.”

You attempt to shove him away as he tries to steal your blanket. “Did you need anything?”

“Yeah.” He lets you take it, and simply turns on his side to face you. “What’s gonna happen between you and Steve?”

It’s an innocent question, but you know Bucky well enough to notice when he’s stressed. Steve probably told him to mind his business. “We’re good.”

He inspects your face with squinted eyes, “I know what you’re thinking so cut that shit out. This isn’t one of those missions where the feelings will just go away.”

“Funny thing is, I believe you,” you admit, watching as his face does something unexpected. His smile drops suddenly, like he didn’t expect you to agree with him, and then it’s immediately back full force.

“Peggy and Steve - right person, wrong time. You and Loki - right person, wrong time. You and Steve, all those years ago — right person, wrong time.” A weird thing happens: you agree with him again. “But now, after everything — right person, right time.”

“It’s just weird feeling like it’ll actually work.”

“That makes us seem like we’re all broken, doll. We’re not.”

You turn so you’re facing him; two mismatched parentheses. “We’re just tired.”

“We’re just tired,” Bucky agrees, smiling. “I’m not saying don’t look over your shoulder whenever you feel like it. Hell, I still look over mine.”

Snorting, you roll closer to hug him. He pulls you into his chest. “You give amazing pep talks.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why they gave that trophy to Steve.” Bucky shares the intimate moment for as long as it takes before the blanket starts overheating. He groans as he sits up to retrieve the things he brought with him. “By the way, our mutual friend sends one last warm regards.”

Bucky throws the sports bag onto your lap. “What’s this?”

“Your shit.”

You don’t even want to ask him how he packed your things without your knowledge. “Kicking me out, Barnes?”

“Clothes, toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, pads, the quilt I just finished knitting thank you very much,” Bucky lists and hands you the file. “Maribel found him.”

“Ramirez?”

“Your dad.”

You snap your head up to look at him. Bucky expects to see anger, hurt, maybe even betrayal. He was prepared for it. But you just look confused, lost for words, maybe even scared. “Goes by Richard these days. Lives with his wife in Wisconsin, no kids, keeps to himself.”

You flip through the files, holding your breath. The file is small, Richard’s information only covering the first page, the rest just drabble. He seems relatively normal, looks normal even; normal job, normal credit score, normal upbringing. It doesn’t even seem real. You close the file and set it aside. “So you are sending me away?”

Bucky smirks, “It’s a suggestion. But I took the liberty of doing the hard part for you.”

“Yeah, because packing my lady products is the climax of this story.”

It didn’t go unnoticed that Bucky called Richard your ‘dad’. Everyone either referred to Ernesto as ‘your father’ or by his name. Steve had said ‘dad’ a few times before he met him, then he never said it again. Hell, even you did sometimes.

It’s a sweet distinction and you’re certain Bucky said it on purpose. Bucky takes your hands in his, “It’s been a long time coming. But at least we can both say that the people who hurt us can’t hurt us any longer.”

You can. You really can.

Bucky’s already packed Steve’s shit as well. Steve’s just shoving extra socks into his bag when someone knocks on the door. He expects Bucky or Sam, final words of encouragement, but it’s Scott. And he’s standing there grinning like a mad man.

“So, what’s the verdict, Rogers? You going after her or not?”

Steve huffs a laugh, “Think you already know the answer to that, Lang.”

Scott closes the door behind him and leans back against it. He shoves his hands in his sweater pockets, “Not that it should matter, shut me up if I cross any line, but everyone supports this.”

“Weirdly, I think it does matter. We’ve had you guys picking sides for two years. Selfishly. Like we were having a fucking civil war after everything.”

“Yeah, well.”

Steve huffs a laugh. It’s always going to surprise him just how comfortable Scott is around him now. Not afraid to tease him or call him out on something he doesn’t agree with. It’s refreshing.

“I’m not giving up on her, Scott. Not again.”

Scott nods. Perhaps breaking the mission ethic code wasn’t a bad thing after all, Scott thinks. He gives Steve a proud smile, genuine. “Then I hereby declare our hanging conversation officially closed.”

Steve wanders from his bedroom, to the conference room, to the main living room without an end destination in mind, seeming to just follow his quick feet as they lead him around the halls of the compound. He’s proud of himself, really, because he truly believes he’s learned to swallow his pride, has opened himself up to the possibility of being happy, and accepted that the world has changed and will continue to alter whether he likes it or not. He was, is, and will always be a man out of time — he’ll never fit but goddamn does he feel settled. He hasn’t felt this sane since before the war — which one? — so he relishes in the feeling for a few calm seconds.

He feels tears well-up on his water line and feels the pressure in his temples. He’s at a crossroads — both proud of himself for finally choosing the path he wants and relieved that this week, this mission he has dreaded for almost ten years, is over. He doesn’t know if he should sleep for a month or occupy his time with other things awaiting repair. A build up of five years, grief and loss and happiness all weirdly mixed into one pot, and Steve simply hasn’t noticed the improper portions of each ingredient.

It’s too much.

He thinks about his mental health. Shot to Hell, he jokes with himself. He’s already got the virtual therapy appointments scheduled. He figures he’ll get better with time and if Steve knows one thing for sure, it’s that he’s got a whole lot of that.

He thinks about Sam and Bucky and Scott — his three best friends that have gone to the ends of the Earth and back for him, and who would proudly do it all over again. He thinks about their kind words, their gentle touch, their devotion that Steve still sometimes feels he doesn’t deserve.

And he thinks about you. To anyone else, this was written in the damn stars. No, there wasn’t anything extremely obvious in the first few years. You were friends. Friends that grew to consider each other teammates. Teammates that drew a drop of blood while fighting on opposite sides. Teammates that recognized the true endgame, teammates that helped each other escape, teammates that went silent for two years. Two years of no contact, no signal of survival. Then again, teammates who stood by as their world crumbled around them. Teammates who grew to be friends again, leaning on free shoulders and seeking help through happy conversations and long nights. Friends that brought the world together again, only to rip each other from their own. Friends into the most bizarre of enemies. And enemies back to teammates.

Steve wipes a hand down his face as he fixes the strap over his shoulder. The common room is empty — he likes it this way. That means everyone is either napping, getting food, visiting friends or family, simply living life. The silence is therapeutic.

His eyes fall on a crooked picture frame near the television. He tries to ignore it, almost to the door and ready for another road trip, but he steps back. Then forward, then back again. He groans in frustration of himself and moves to turn the frame back in place, holding it for a few seconds until it stays. But as he lets go, it tilts once more. He tries again — it tilts back.

He pulls the frame from the hook and turns it over. He rightly freezes, the presence of a small pink paper airplane taped near the edge knocking the wind from his constricting lungs. He pulls it off, careful to not tear the delicate post-it.

He never found it. Natasha probably placed it behind this very picture frame in the other compound for him to find. Surely the explosion should have destroyed it — but it didn’t. It’s right here, perfectly intact, just a smudge of dirt on one of its wings. The frame hadn’t been damaged either. It’s real.

He holds the thin piece of paper like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

Steve turns it over between his fingers a few more times, before he carefully folds it back in half and puts it in his wallet. “You’ve got some nerve, Nat. But I hear ya.”

Steve decides to write you back. He hides the letter in that sweater he knows you don’t wear anymore, in the far back of your closet, and marvels at the intricate stitching while he can. He poured his heart out, even if it’s not guaranteed you’ll ever see it.

‘Yes, I found your letter. I found it when I was looking for perfume in your suitcase. The tape was loose and I violated your privacy. I’m truly sorry for that.

But I felt compelled to write you back, in case the reverse happened and I died instead of you. I didn’t write it then, when you were drying your hair in front of that impossibly small mirror you so weirdly called ‘a stupid little bitch’. And you looked so beautiful. But I’m writing it now and maybe I’ll share it with you in person when we’re both ready.

When the world turned to dust, I held on to you. I know exactly why. Natasha bugged me about it also, teasing me whenever I would glance at you too long, or give you the last remaining Oreos I was planning on eating, or whenever I would leave your room in the mornings after a nightmare. She knew nothing was happening between us, but she had this smile whenever she caught me. Like she was happy I was comforting you, and in turn seeking comfort for myself.

You remember how her smile would tilt up more on the left side?

There isn’t a proper way to truly apologize for hurting you. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it. You at least deserve that.

I returned a different man. And I think that was for the better.

Yes, I wanted the quiet life. I still think I do. And I think you know this — you have always seen right through me.

I now know what Natasha saw. You irritate me, you damn near make me want to choke myself out, but I care for you. We hold each other up, and I’m always rooting for you, and I’m always by your side. No matter how annoying and smart-mouthed you may be.

You’re my best friend — I hope I’m one of yours.

Steve.’

There’s no one currently in the compound who really knows how to change the battery in your car. Bucky tries, does a rather good job too, but he claims he’s winging it and that you should call a mechanic just in case. He leaves you there with two random batteries on the ground, hood of your car open, and without any idea of what to do next. So you chill and wait for the mechanic you hope isn’t going to jack up the price just because he knows who you are.

But he doesn’t seem fazed by you at all — or at the fact he just had to drive through countless checkpoints and security checks just to get on Avengers property. He changes the battery and changes the oil, hooking you up with as many upgrades he can. He even offers to wash it until you thank him repeatedly and that Really, really, you don’t have to do that. Thank you so much!

“Quite a garage you got here.”

There are unfinished projects and random wires falling from the ceiling and enough tools to supply five garages. It’s messy, but it was Tony’s. You accept the compliment and see him out.

“Eh, make sure those windshield wipers work. I hear it’s gonna rain tomorrow.”

You thank him again. The clouds to the west are gray, getting darker as the expanse stretches, but from where you’re standing everything’s blue. You figure the mechanic was right: it’s gonna rain, and it’s gonna rain hard.

The mechanic did good, all things considered. You never thought your old, beat-up Honda could look a few years younger. You flick one of the wipers lightly, testing its strength. It holds, as does the other, but when you go to lift it up it stops halfway. Without wanting to break it, you don’t force it. There’s something blocking the switch.

You grab it before it can accidentally fall into a deep slot; the figurehead of a man, curly hair and beard that matches Steve’s, who also has a prominent and strong nose. You turn the coin over a few times before looking around the garage, down the street, at the remote area where the mechanic has just left. Standing there, mouth agape, you wonder just how in the world you missed the mechanic placing it there.

You were lacking in the spy department nowadays. Oops.

You know you’re not going to find Ramirez. But him giving this back to you? It was his way of saying he’s alright and that he owes you many thanks.

You pocket the coin and accept the fact you just got bested.

It should take a few hours before you hit the first motel. Wisconsin isn’t that far, but you do have to pass through about hundred “middle of nowhere’s”. You pull out of the garage and check your mirrors — completely unaware of the super soldier running full speed to the passenger door. Steve carefully throws it open, somewhat aware of his strength, and lands into the seat beside you.

You hit the brakes hard. “Oh my! Rogers!”

Steve sucks in a few heavy breaths, like he literally ran across the compound to make it. “What? I startle you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing? Aren’t you on house arrest?”

You squint at him, “Touche.” Putting the car in park, you turn your whole body to face him. “Answer my question.”

“Thought you were just gonna leave without saying goodbye?” Steve asks, expression much more teasing than serious.

“I’ll be gone for three days tops,” you say, waving your hand in the air. Steve smiles at you, seemingly waiting for you to speak again. You roll your eyes, “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?”

Steve lifts up the small duffel bag you hadn’t seen when he first got into the car. He throws it into the backseat and smiles lovingly at you. “I’ve been told that I’m impossible to get rid of, so yeah.”

“Rhodey said that the ankle bracelet they gave me wasn’t a trusted model. Easy to break off, like they did it on purpose.” You lean toward him, holding your chin up with the palm of your hand. “Should be able to drive free for a few weeks before they suspect anything.”

“Already booked us a cabin for Thanksgiving.”

“What makes you think that I even want you to accompany me on this road trip? Did you like the first one?”

Steve clears his throat and mimes like he’s writing on paper. The next words out of his mouth make your legs turn cold. “No matter how annoying and smart-mouthed you may be, there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here, there, and everywhere with you.”

You blink multiple times, as if that would fix your ears. “...You. Fucking. Didn’t.” Steve reaches over to try and hug you. “No, don’t.” He squeezes harder, smooshing your face in his chest. “Steeeeve!”

“It fell out of your suitcase during the mission and I just… looked,” Steve reasons. He allows you to escape his grip.

“You just looked?”

Steve sighs. He really does look guilty. He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers tickle your skin. “I’m sorry I read it. I’ll get out of this car for real if you want me to.”

You arch an eyebrow, “You’re a little shit, but I’m not mad. No one understands privacy these days.”

Steve smiles wide enough for his dimples to pop and his eyes to crinkle. “I’d follow you anywhere, doll.”

“Anywhere?”

“Just name it.”

Humming low, you lean forward. He follows your direction like you’re a lighthouse beaming with light, capturing your lips with his in a sweet kiss. He hooks a large hand behind your head to press you to him harder. You smell like that vanilla scented shampoo he loves so much and feels his heart constrict with a pleasant pulse.

You pull back for air and smile against Steve’s soft lips.

“Well, I’m headed for the middle of buttfuck Wisconsin—”

“Just drive!”

Bursts of laughter fill the car until you’re past the checkpoints and well onto the long roads. The clouds continue to turn darker but they’re inviting, alluring, and it’s not insane that both of you desire thunderstorms because they remind you of family.

Steve watches you from the passenger seat, memorizing the contours and edges of your profile. The roots in his heart begin spreading again; the meat of his heart filling with a soothing promise that his time on earth is no longer rootless. He’s dug his feet in, he’s watered all he’s needed to water, and he feels it spreading within him like newly blossomed flowers in the spring. He has a sudden urge to take out his drawing pad to immortalize the way your mouth tilts higher up on the right side when you smile, to record it forever.

But he’ll remember it. He’ll remember well into this timeline, several years down the road, and even when he’s resting in his grave. So he leans his head back against the seat and chooses to watch the curves of every expression you grace him with. He immortalizes the sound of your voice, the taps of your fingers against the steering wheel, and the accented way you say his name.

There’s a long drive ahead, but he’s excited for it. He’s excited for you. Steve promises himself that he’ll ask you a million questions, and give you a million answers, and share a million more stories.

Right now, he just needs to sleep.

THE END.

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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marvelousmarvelimagines · 4 years

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Angry Kisses

Pairing - Peter Parker x Reader

Summary - Based on a request and the prompt angry kisses. Peter Parker has been your best friend in the Avengers for years now. After risking his life to save yours though, you can’t help but be pissed at him.

Word Count - 2,090

Warnings - Language and steaminess? They don’t actually do anything, but there’s a bit of thigh riding and clothing removal. Also this takes places when they’re both in college so around 19/20.

People had told you that instead of a resting bitch face, you had a resting murder face. It was one of the reasons you thought you and Bucky Barnes got along so well. Never before had it been an attribute that you were proud of, but right now, you were directing every bit of that resting murder face straight at the boy sitting across from you.

Peter Parker was not an easy guy to piss off, but from the look on his face, he was as mad at you as you were at him.

“All right you two, it’s time to work this out.” Bucky said, glancing from you to Parker, with an annoyed look on his face.

“I’m not speaking to him.” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest and avoiding his gaze.

“Fine, you don’t have to speak, but you have to fight.” Natasha said. “You’re both acting like children, and you need to get this anger out somehow or we’re not letting either of you back in the field.”

That sure caught the attention of both of you. “What?! You can’t do that I -” Peter backtracked at the look on Natasha’s face. “Ma’am,” he added, looking down at the ground.

You snorted, still finding it hilarious at how intimidated he was by her.

“And no powers.” Natasha added, fiddling with the tablet in her hands as the lighting in the room changed.

It was something that Bruce and Tony had been working on for some time, a way for everyone to be on equal ground when sparring. They had only got it right about a month ago, and you hadn’t had the opportunity to try it out yet.

You already didn’t like it. “Nat, that’s not fair! We never have to fight without our powers!”

“You’ve been training with Barnes for months now. You’ll be fine.” Natasha said, brushing off your worries.

“You know what you’re doing.” Bucky assured you. “Now, we’ll leave you two to it.” He said, giving you a little smirk before he and Natasha left the gym, leaving you and Parker alone.

The two of you sat there and stared at each other, tension and irritation on both of your faces. With how stubborn you knew you both were, the amount of hours Peter and you could sit there staring at each other were infinite. The thing was, you didn’t want to do that. Not being able to feel your powers made you uncomfortable, and you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so if that meant fighting him, you would.

You stood up and Peter did the same. Keeping your eyes locked on him, you reached for the tape to protect your hands. You weren’t about to bust them up for him. You did forgo the gloves though. While he did the same, you stepped forward to the inner circle on the mat, waiting for him to finish.

“This is dumb,” Peter said, tossing the tape aside with more force than was necessary.

“Agreed,” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fighting isn’t going to stop you from doing stupid stuff.” He added.

You? You doing stupid stuff? Was he fucking kidding? You let out a scoff. “I hope you’re joking, because we all know who is the King of doing stupid stuff here, Parker, and I’ll give you a clue in case you didn’t catch on, it’s not me.” You snapped.

“I was trying to help you!” He replied, his hands waving in the air in frustration.

“I didn’t ask for your help!” You said, just as angry. “You know what, maybe this isn’t such a bad idea at all. I kinda want to hit you now.”

Peter scowled at you. “Fine, go for it.”

And you did. Bucky had taught you a great deal in the amount of time that you had been training with him, and it showed. It was clear at the beginning that Peter hadn’t expected it as he struggled to stop your punches and kicks. Within a few moments he got into a rhythm as well, and you found yourself on an equal playing field until he got a kick in, knocking you down on your back.

For a moment, Peter looked panicked. He hurried over to you and crouched down beside you, glancing over your body for injuries. “Are you okay?” You could tell no matter how angry he was at you, he hadn’t wanted to hurt you. He never did.

Then you swiped your foot out and knocked him on his back as well. You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I told you. I didn’t need your help.”

Peter stood up then, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed. “If you didn’t need my help you never would have been in that situation in the first place!”

“And think about how much help you were! You almost got yourself killed!” Flashes of him falling from the sky . . . the bloody slashes across his suit . . . the sound of cracking bones as he hit the concrete wall . . . Just thinking about it sent a wave of anxiety through your body. You had thought you were about to lose him. It scared you so much that you had been hurt because of it. “All you did was distract me!”

The fighting started again, swinging punches so fast it was hard to keep up. It was clear that your words had pissed Peter off more, and his movements became faster and harder to predict. “How do you think it felt?! Watching you almost die?” You almost got hit, you were so surprised by the emotion in his voice. You didn’t even notice he was pushing you back into a wall. “I can’t watch another person die on me! Especially not you!” Peter exclaimed.

You grabbed the fist heading towards you, and you both froze. Your gazes stayed locked on each other as you slowly guided his hand back down to his side, both of you breathing much heavier than you had a few moments before. The tension in the room was palpable, and there seemed to be something lingering there under the anger. Something that had been there for a long time, but neither of you had ever acted on. Now though, it was simmering under the surface. Peter’s words made his feelings clear if you chose to finally bring that realization to fruition. “I can’t lose you either dumbass.” You said, almost a whimper, the terror you had felt at the thought of it leaking into your voice.

The dam broke. Your back hit the wall and his hands grabbed your hips in a bruising grip that had you gasping into his mouth as your lips met for the first time. It was like you said, a dam broke inside of both of you. There was no gentle, soft, barely touching lips like you had imagined your first kiss with Peter Parker might be like. No, it was as if emotions in the form of water crashed over you and spilled from your lips. The kiss was demanding, not allowing your attention to drift elsewhere, not that it could with him invading your senses like he was.

Your hands gripped the soft, slightly damp cotton of his t-shirt, squeezing your fists into the fabric, making sure that he stayed right where he was. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, now that you were finally getting to learn what being kissed by him felt like. His lips felt so smooth against your own as his mouth slanted over yours, and you were surprised by the technique in them, even more so when his tongue slipped into your mouth at the same moment his body pressed entirely against yours. A whimper left your lips at the feeling, your knees going weak at the intensity. It was almost too much, too hot, too passionate for it being a first kiss.

At the same time, it was also perfect. You wanted more, you wanted more of his lips, his tongue, his skin, you wanted to curl your fingers in his hair and tug until he groaned. The image you had only dared to dream about filled your head, and your hips jerked against his, startling him so much that he pulled away for a brief moment.

Peter’s eyes were dark, his face flushed, lips swollen and red, and you didn’t think he’d ever looked more attractive than at this moment. The way he was staring at you as well made your toes curl with desire. No one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Then, in contrast to the bruising kiss from earlier, he ducked his head, trailing a line of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone in a way that had you gasping for air.

Still it wasn’t enough. You pushed him away just far enough to breathe, and taking charge, you gripped the bottom of your tank top and lifted it over your head. You threw it to the side, leaving you in your leggings and sports bra. Following your lead, Peter’s shirt was next to go.

You took in the sight of him, and felt a flash of heat weave through your whole body. Of course you knew that he was . . . well, built, but seeing it in person? He seemed to be having the same thoughts, your skin flushing as you watched his eyes trail over you. Unable to stand it anymore, you grabbed his hands, pulling them all the way around you until you were both chest to chest, skin to skin. Once his hands rested on your back, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair like you had imagined. His eyes closed at the tenderness of your touch, and he rested his forehead against yours, his breath caressing your lips while his hands stroked your back.

It felt like you were melting into his strong arms, feeling more safe than you had all day. You wished that you could stay in this moment forever with him, all soft and sweet, but then his mouth met yours again, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. The sensation had a groan leaving your lips and your hands pulling on his hair.

He grunted, and heat went straight to your core at the sound, pleased that you pulled it out of him. Faster than you expected was possible, he had gripped your ass and lifted you in the air, settling you back down on one of his thighs, the pressure causing you to let out a gasp. At the sound, Peter pulled back, looking concerned. “I’m sorry, is that - is that okay?”

You nodded. “Definitely okay,” You told him with a soft smile before leaning forward to meet his lips again. As good as the kissing was earlier, it was even better now with the added pressure against your core. You ground against his muscular thigh, desperate for an increase in friction as his hands splayed across your back.

For so long you had only dared to dream of a moment like this. Peter had been the unattainable crush, the best friend who’s relationship you didn’t want to lose, the person you had never thought returned your feelings for him. However, it turned out that he did, and it was better than you could have imagined.

Until the door opened.

“What the hell?!”

The two of you jumped apart just in time to see Sam and Bucky staring at the two of you. Sam was covering his eyes, reaching out his hand to find his way back out the door that he couldn’t see while Bucky looked close to throwing up.

“When I said you two needed to work this out, this is not what I meant.” Bucky said, before heading back out the door. “If you’re not out in thirty seconds I’m coming in again!” He called, picking up your shirt from the floor and tossing it to you.

You grimaced, slipping it back on and turning to Peter who looked even more embarrassed than you did and was tugging his own shirt back on. “So um . . . do you wanna go get some takeout? I think we should talk.”

A little smile formed on Peter’s face, and he nodded. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Maybe almost getting killed was worth it after all. You thought to yourself as Peter took your hand, slipping his fingers through your own.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #marvel imagine

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lemonpeter · 3 years

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Blood On His Hands

This is my first prompt for @starkerfestivals Among Us event! I hope everyone enjoys 💙 (actual prompt will be shown at the end)

Warnings: among us elements, murder, some slightly gorey details, nff, oral sex (those warnings really just took a jump wow), guilt

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The entire ship was bustling with activity as everyone worked to do their part. They were supposed to take off the next day, but first they needed to finish getting the ship itself ready.

And it seemed that everyone was doing their tasks. Things slowly but surely got completed and it seemed like they were on the path to heading out. The excitement electrified the air and everyone could feel it.

Then the first body was found.

Steve’s lifeless body was found in electrical, still warm in a pool of his own blood. The only clue to his death was the knife twisted in his back.

There was an imposter on the ship.

It was impossible to figure out who it was. No one had known each other before the mission, so it was impossible to know who actually belonged. So instead everyone was suspicious and defensive.

Except for Tony and Peter.

As soon as they’d met, they hit it off. A mission romance, as it was. They were instantly attached, trusting each other. There was no way that the other could be the imposter.

Peter was soft and sweet and too innocent for his own good. There was no possible way it was him. He cried when someone yelled near him, he couldn’t commit something so cruel.

Tony was trustworthy and did nothing but help his fellow crewmates. Everyone knew that he was open to helping everyone.

Except…he and Steve had issues as soon as they were on board. Arguing constantly, at each other’s throats. And Steve was the one killed.

No one wanted to suspect Tony. And none of them would admit to keeping a close eye on him. They just worried that sweet little Peter could be next.

But they were so affectionate with each other, it became apparent that it wasn’t possible that Tony would kill Peter.

It just wouldn’t happen.

There wasn’t another kill until almost a full day later. It ended up being Rogers’ fling, Bucky.

The rest of the crew still didn’t want to believe it was Tony. But numbers were dropping and he and Barnes had a strange interaction at the beginning of the mission and things hadn’t sat right since.

And the man was found dead, gruesomely disfigured and almost unrecognizable. No one could tell what kind of weapon was used, just that it was clearly deadly.

Everyone’s paranoia only grew. Small teams of two or three people were formed. They’d hoped to maybe weed out the imposter that way. But everyone had a partner. Peter instantly clinged to Tony, muttering something about the older man keeping him safe. And of course Tony agreed.

But the man had a strange feeling.

He wanted to trust Peter. He did badly. But even his sweet baby boy wasn’t exempt from suspicion and there were things that didn’t feel like they added up.

However he did his best to brush these feelings aside. He felt immensely guilty about the suspicion.

He looked at the man cuddled up against him, smiling a little.

Peter was pressed tightly against the other man’s chest, clearly relaxed in his sleep. His chest rose and fell slowly, his cheeks flushed a soft pink from either the chill of the room or whatever he was dreaming about.

There was no way this Peter could be killing anyone. It just wasn’t possible.

Tony drifted off to sleep, curled gently around the younger man. He promised that he would keep Peter safe. And he intended to keep that by any means necessary.

———

He woke up disoriented, feeling around the rest of the bed when he noticed the warmth of another body was no longer there.

Panic flashed through him as he bolted upright. Peter was gone.

A million horrible scenarios raced through his mind as he began to sit up. He was terrified that the next body was going to be found and it would be his lover. Peter wouldn’t have a chance.

The door to his small room creaked open and-

There was Peter. Perfectly safe and sound.

“Where were you?” Tony asked quickly, heart pounding. He held his arms out and Peter instantly obeyed, moving to the bed and into the other man’s arms.

“I-I thought I heard something,” Peter whispered. “I wanted to make sure nothing had happened. And if it had, maybe I could save….” He trailed off. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Tony. I’m so sorry.”

The older man gently stroked a hand through his curls, soothing himself with the action. Peter was safe. He was okay. Nothing to worry about. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “Just don’t leave again. Something could happen to you and I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. We’re a team now. We stick together.”

Peter nodded, sniffling a little as he buried his face against Tony’s neck. “I promise I won’t leave again. I’m so so so so sorry.”

Tony smiled a little. “It’s okay, honey. I forgive you. All I want is for you to be safe.”

If only he knew that Peter wasn’t the one to worry about.

———

The next body was found when everyone woke up.

It was the ship’s prankster, Clint Barton.

No one could figure out if Tony would have a reason to target him. They hadn’t really interacted at all other than in mandatory meetings. Then they remembered that at dinner the night before Clint had tried to make a pass at Peter.

Of course.

Numbers were continuing to dwindle and everyone was antsy. They wanted to see if they could find a way to get Tony off of the ship so that the rest of them could complete the mission and go home.

So a meeting was called. Everyone was present, side eyeing the others at the table.

Natasha started, blunt as ever. “There’s someone among us that we can’t trust. They’re killing off our crew. And that can’t continue.”

“Of course,” everyone agreed, murmuring amongst themselves.

Tony noticed Peter get a little tense and he rubbed his arm gently. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “They’ll find whoever it is.”

“Tony.” Natasha looked at him. “You’re the only one that hasn’t given an alibi for this morning. Where were you?”

The only one. Suddenly he wondered where Peter had said he was. “I was in bed. Asleep.”

“And?”

“And? And I was with Peter. That’s it.” Something curled in his stomach as he mentioned the younger man. Where had he said he was? He’d mentioned hearing something.

Tony had to know where Clint’s body was found.

Natasha hummed softly. “You didn’t get up at all? No wandering?”

“What? No! Why am I the only one being grilled here?” He asked, annoyed.

The woman sighed heavily, but Wanda answered for her. “You’re the only one with motives for all of the deaths. We don’t want to be sharing a ship with a murderer.”

Peter finally seemed to snap to life, rage flitting across his face for a split second. “You don’t know that it’s Tony. You can’t just- just get rid of him! You heartless-“

“Peter,” Natasha said slowly. “I know you like him. But we’re all worried. Everyone but you has agreed that...it has to be Tony.”

The man in question made an offended noise. “First of all, I’m still right here. Second, I’m not a fucking murderer. Maybe you should look in your own cliquey groups!”

Peter cuddled up to Tony, holding onto him protectively. He glared at Wanda, staying silent.

Natasha sighed. “Okay. We’ll just...continue to wait and see, I suppose. But we’ll still be keeping an eye on you.”

“Wonderful. I haven’t done anything!”

No one but he and Peter believed that.

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Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when Natasha and Wanda were the next found.

They had been the ones to accuse Tony. They were the ones that felt like they had the most proof. They had to go.

There were only five people left. And they were all tense.

Tony was nervous as soon as Peter was out of his sight, terrified of something happening to his love. So he seeked him out when he wandered away.

And he found much more than he bargained for.

Peter was caught red handed, eyes wide as he pulled the knife from Bruce’s back. “Tony,” he whispered, tone filling with guilt and sadness. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

Tony’s heart pounded and he had half a mind to run and hit the emergency button to call their tiny crew that remained.

But he didn’t. Only because it was Peter. His Peter. Even though the thought of the man being his made him feel like there was acid in his stomach.

But he did run. He ran, getting away from the body so that he couldn’t be blamed. He wasn’t going to get left.

Peter ran after him, frantic. He tossed his weapon down, leaving it by the body so it couldn’t be connected back to him.

They ran all the way to Peter’s room, where the younger man locked the door behind them.

Tony started coming to terms with his own death. He knew, so he had to be next. He wondered if that had happened with anyone else. Or if motivations were elsewhere and the targets were chosen before they were killed.

“Peter….” Tony sounded horrified, even just saying the man’s name. “Peter, how could you?”

The younger man watched him. “I just had to, Tones. I can’t talk about it.” He started stepping closer slowly, like one might approach a scared animal.

Tony stepped away. “I trusted you. Fuck, Peter, I loved you. But you’re the one doing all this.”

The past tense on love made Peter’s heart drop. No. No, he couldn’t lose Tony. Tony was supposed to keep loving him.

He got an idea. It probably wasn’t the best one.

Being with Tony gave him an alibi. But he needed a solution that would call Tony down and keep him loving Peter.

Peter recalled the nights they spent together. And he slowly stepped closer, biting his lip gently. “You know me, Tony. You know me….”

Small flecks of blood painted the younger man’s cheeks, but that only slightly took away from his soft expression and wide eyes.

He stepped closer and Tony moved to step away, but his back was against the wall. Nowhere else to go.

The younger man leaned in, quickly kissing his lover.

Peter had the distinct metallic tang of blood on his lips and Tony didn’t want to know how it got there.

He didn’t pull away, no matter how much he knew that he should have. He was kissing the enemy. Someone who had killed people they were supposed to help.

But he was still Peter.

So Tony kept kissing him, one hand gently cupping the younger man’s cheek.

He didn’t fight it when Peter started messing with the bottoms of his suit.

“Please, Tony,” he whispered. “I’m still your Peter...I love you.”

When the older man didn’t say it back, Peter pouted but kept working on partially undressing his lover. When he finally got Tony’s cock free, he sunk down to his knees.

“Peter, stop,” Tony said weakly. There was no real force in his voice. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t make Peter stop. He didn’t want him to.

The younger man blinked up at him, burying his nose in the coarse curls at the base of the man’s cock. He took a deep breath, smiling to himself. The smell was so distinctly Tony, musky but clean. It was perfect.

The other man watched him, gently lacing his fingers through his hair. “Gonna suck me, honey?”

Peter nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there. “I’ll make you feel good, okay?” He was determined to make Tony forget all about what he had found. He would have his love back. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

Gentle kisses were pressed up the length of the cock until he got to the tip. Then he slowly fit the head into his mouth, sucking gently while keeping his eyes on Tony.

The other man had his head thrown back in pleasure, lips parted around a silent moan.

Peter made sure that it didn’t stay silent for long.

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Tony kept holding Peter’s hair as he came down from his high, breathing shakily. He didn’t say anything, afraid of what would come out if he tried.

He couldn’t believe what he’d done.

Panting, Peter leaned his head against the older man’s thigh. “You’re so incredible….” He kissed at the skin there gently, lips curled into a smirk. He knew that he’d won. And so did the other man.

Tony’s stomach turned as he thought about what he had done. He had doomed the rest of the ship. Clearly Peter was good at what he did and wasn’t going to stop until everyone was dead but him.

Well...everyone but he and Tony.

Tony had secured his own spot to get back home. Even if he didn’t love how he had to do so. He hoped that the rest of the crew could forgive him in the afterlife.

For the rest of life, though, he had his boy. Even if he was an imposter.

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My prompt was “Tony is in love with Peter. That changes, however, when he finds out Peter is an imposter. Desperate to keep his lover, Peter decides to have sex with Tony.” I hope everyone enjoyed 💙

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #tony x peter #tony stark x peter parker #starkerfestivalsevents #tw murder #tw death #tw knives #among us au #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #trying to just tag the ones that talked #and not just mentioned briefly #I think that’s all the tags #someone let me know if i forgot anything #nff starker #SFAmongUs

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taliaquinn · 4 years

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Infinity War

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Hiya cuties, here’s my first one shot. I hope you guys like the new series. Expect more to come. Also feel free to leave comments and asks if you guys are curious they are always welcome :).

One thing Jason Loved about Gotham was the buildings. They were high. Jumping off of them gave him the adrenaline rush nothing else will.

Although he would never admit it he loved jumping off buildings with Dick. Ever since he was Robin he and Dick would play rooftop tag. Dick, of course, would make it difficult by jumping off roofs and creating some of the best acrobatic tricks.Of course, Jason being Jason didn’t like being shown up. He would try to recreate the stunts but unfortunately, Dick was astronomically flexible, Jason was not.

He would usually end up having to deploy his grapple early.

One very terrifying time his grapple didn't deploy and Dick wound up having to save him. Bruce was of course incredibly pissed off. They wound up having a big blow up and didn’t talk for weeks. Again.

Dick, however, did end up taking Jason to an amusement park and treated him to ice cream. That was one of the best days ever That Jason could remember. Again he will never admit it.

Right now he was racing against Dickface to get to their motorcycles to meet up with bats and bats the second. Marinette was going to be there, she had zeta-beamed from Paris to attend the meeting.

Tony Stark disappeared in an Alien Ship above New York City. The rest of the Avengers or ex-Avengers were missing.

Batcave,Wayne Manor Gotham City,USA 4:30 a.m

“Sup Marinette, what’s our game plan for handling this??” Jason asked once they entered the cave. Marinette was still in her pajamas unlike everyone else who was in their Gear albeit mask-less.

“I tried calling Peter but according to his aunt and mom he’s missing too!!” Marinette exclaimed. Seriously what was it with that boy and his incessant need to get into trouble. He gives a bad name to bug-named superheroes.

“Unfortunately we don’t know what has happened to the Stark boys” Bruce responded. Placing a reassuring hand on Marinettes and Tims shoulders. Both were very close friends with the spider-boy.

“Right now we all need to go to our respective cities or superhero teams and prepare for a possible alien invasion” He continued.

The Bat computer began to beep “Guys I think the possible alien invasion started an hour ago” Oracles voice stated. “Crap for some reason our alerts didn’t respond to the breaches in the atmosphere.”

“Where?” Batman snapped

“Wakanda”

“The closest zeta beam is 4 hours away from Wakanda” Dick noted bringing up his wrist computer and listing zeta beam locations.

“Some of the rouge avengers are there already, allegedly,” Oracle noted.

“We won’t be of use, we have to get ready to defend the rest of earth if the fighting spreads, No one leaves Gotham, let's get prepped and split into teams” Batman ordered.

Bruce was scared, he didn’t want to risk his kids and the last thing he wanted to do was get separated from his kids during an alien invasion.

“The majority of the fighting has decreased and most of the Aliens have been kille- HOLY CRAP the energy signature in Wakanda is off the grid!!” Oracles mechanized voice exclaimed. Jason was cleaning all of his weapons as well as his “hood’. Marinette changed into all black outfit into some sweats. Everyone else was making sure to get prepped.

For a family worried about an alien invasion they sure seemed to be going about normal. Weirdos.

Crash. Boom

Jason swiveled around and was startled to See Dick doubling over, Damian was frantic at his side trying to ask what was wrong with him. Crash. Jason swiveled around once again but this time he saw Cass doubling over with Bruce trying to help.

This time it was Barbara's voice that can be heard not her voice disguised as Oracle. “Guys something is seriously wrong,”

Marinette was frantically trying to take off her earrings. Tim was helping her. Jason immediately rushed over to help Damian with Dick.

‘Grayson Speak Tell me what is wro-” Damian demanded. Jason was occupied trying to sit him up. A glance to the side revealed Bruce With Tim supporting Cass and Marinette. Jason had never seen a look like that on Bruces' face. Pain and worry etched into every crevice on his face.

“DICK” Jason turned towards Damian's frantic cry. He was horrified to see Dick was Disintegrating. What the hell!?

“Jason” oh. Dick was talking to him and holding his shoulder. “Take care of Dami and the family” terrified blue eyes met Jasons.

“Cease that nonsense Grayson” Damian yelled while clinging to Grayson. Dick hugged him “I’m sorry” Damian lurched forward and he suddenly wasn’t clinging to anything anymore. Damian glanced at his hands wide-eyed they were covered in Ashes, Dicks ashes. Jason pulled him up and took him towards the training area and for once Damian didn't protest.

Cass And Marinette

Bruce was there covered in ash as well staring at his lap. Cass was nowhere to be seen. No. Tim was focused on Marinette, who was disintegrating as well but oddly at a slower pace. Jason immediately knelt next to her.

“W-whats going on, i-it hu-hurts” Marinette wheezed out. She pushed her earrings towards Tim, Tikki was floating nearby terrified at the sight. No way, she couldn’t lose another one of her Ladybugs.

Bruce was suddenly there.

“Marinette sweetie hold on hold o-please hold on” Holy crap Bruce was crying.

Tim was frantically talking to Tikki Jason only caught snatches. Soul stone. Snap.Avengers. Dying.

He was too focused on his baby sister who was disappearing to listen to the rest. “D-dad no, I don’t wanna go, nonononono, Jace, timmy, I don’t wanna leave” She choked out. With a gasp she finally disappeared too leaving Bruce to clutch at her ashes.

Damian was staring at the sight of his Father clutching at his sister's ashes.

Bruce's face suddenly snapped up and he took off for a mad dash towards the steps, Tim following closely behind. Damian was too occupied staring at the spot where Dick disappeared. Jason noted that his eyes were watering.

Take Care of Dami. Oh, screw it. Jason pulled Damian towards his chest and clutched him towards his chest. “Damian it’s okay, it’s okay I swear we are going to be fine, I promise” Damian breathing suddenly hitched and sobs started coming out. Jason couldn’t help it and allowed the water in his eyes to release as well.

Hearing footsteps he looked to the side and saw Tim was staring wide-eyed at the sight as well. Surprisingly Damian reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him into the sob fest. Jason readjusted his grip to make space.

“Alfred's Gone,” Tim said in between sobs. “Jon, Artemis, Bizarro, Kori, Beast boy, Roy, and a good chunk of the Justice League have disappeared.” Barbara included. Jason forgot she was there. Jason hated himself at the moment. He had to let go of the group hug to go to the monitor.

If Roy was gone, who was taking care of Lian? A quick hack revealed Oliver clutching to a terrified Lian.

A second hack showed a cheerful Jon munching on a snack next to his parents who were busy typing on their laptops in a restaurant Suddenly he gasped and his granola bars fell. Clark immediately jumped up and in a few seconds Jon disintegrated into ash Lois fell after she didn't have anything to clutch. Jason cut the video feed before he looked at Lanes and Clark's reactions.

Damian was suddenly at his side. Jason heard a soft "no". Dang the poor demon brat just lost his best friend and a bunch of his more patient siblings.

Tim was off trying to help Oracle figure out how much of the superhero team disappeared. Thankfully Stephanie was spared the disappearing.

A few more video feed hacks revealed pretty much the same thing. People disintegrating in front of loved ones and even rivals. Friggin Riddler disintegrated in front of a shocked spoiler. This was happening everywhere! People suddenly turning to ash. How bad did the Avengers screw up?

Bruce was distraught. He has just lost 3 of his children all in under a minute. The only evidence left of Alfred was a pile of ashes. Bruce picked up a vase and immediately threw it towards a wall. He started throwing whatever was in arms reach. A red blur stopped him from throwing another vase.

Tikki.

“BRUCE STOP” She cried. “Don’t do this Marinette, Cass and Dick wouldn’t want you to spiral”

“Well they’re all dead aren't they?” He bit out. Bruce didn't care anymore. Screw her. How dare she. He lost so much. That darkness that had receded inside of him was coming back full force. This time he wasn’t sure if they would be able to come back.

The loss of Dick alone is devastating. He was everyone's favourite brother. Cass was the ultimate overprotective sister, and the one that everyone was extremely protective of. Marinette was sweet and gentle, yet she still had a heart of gold. Both she and Dick were the type of people that made everyone around them fall in love with them. Alfred was his father, he stuck with him for everything

They were all gone.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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I’ve got a boyfriend

Request: could you possibly do a warden x reader where she’s like super sweet and innocent (has like nature/healing powers and in this au avengers are there) anyways the Avengers visit the mansion and peter meets reader and is like all heart eyes and she’s super sweet and he mistakes it as she likes him too and then warren returns from a mission or somethin and she’s happy and is like pitching him up and peter realizes and the avengers are like it’s okay kid and warren is all smug and like yeah mine. also with that warren x reader ft. peter request. bc she’s so in tune with nature and herself can her eyes kinda be like a mood ring and shift with her feelings. so it’s like a warm green or yellow for happiness and so peters like yeah she likes me but then when she’s with warren he watches them shift to like a soft pink. like literal heart eyes and warren teasers her a bit (in a good way)

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Peter swung over to the Avenger’s headquarters on a Saturday. He always did this.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” He asked Karen.

“Mr. Stark wants you to join the Avengers to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.”

“Xavier’s? Where— What is that?”

“It’s a boarding school in New Salem.” Karen didn’t say anything else, leaving Peter with lots of questions.

“Why are we going to a boarding school? What’s at Xavier’s?”

Steve and Bucky chuckled at his curiosity.

“This isn’t like any other boarding school… It’s like Area 51.” Tony said.

“Didn’t you buy Area 51?” Bruce asked.

“That’s beside the point. We’re going here to talk to The man himself, Xavier.”

Peter still had a lot of questions, but he had no idea where to start. Area 51 the boarding school? Is that where Carol’s Kree friend’s kids went to school? Peter took his phone out of his pocket and texted Ned.

PETER: What is Xavier's school for gifted youngsters?

NED: It’s some boarding school for really smart kids. Trey from Bio tried to get in but didn’t pass the exam. Why?

PETER: Mr. Stark is taking me there. He and a couple of other Avengers are like, visiting or something. Idk.

NED: DUDE! You gotta tell me everything when u get back! I bet there are tons of really hot nerd girls there!!

Peter snorted to himself. Of course, Ned would think of girls.

But there was some truth in his statement. There probably would be tons of smart girls there. But Tony described it as Area 51…

NED: If you can get a girl’s number from Xaiver’s we’d be super cool.

PETER: Yeah. But Mr. Stark called it Area 51 the school. What if it’s full of aliens?

NED: Okay? And? Technically Princess Leia is an alien.

PETER: She’s also fictional.

NED: And? You’re seventeen and never been kissed before. You don’t have room to be picky.

PETER: You’ve never been kissed either!!

NED: Shhhhhhh This is about u, not me

PETER: *eye roll emoji*

Peter turned his phone off and gazed out the window. He saw trees. The trees eventually started to die down and the car slowed down. They came to a set of gates and a sign that said Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

Once entering through the gates, Tony drove around and parked the car. Peter could see glimpses of the school grounds. He saw a few students and at first glance, they didn’t look like aliens. But Kree could shapeshift. Maybe they just shifted to blend in.

Then he saw a kid with a tail.

Maybe not. “I thought this was a school for aliens.”

Everyone stared at him blankly.

“Aliens?! Kid, we didn’t mean that literally. When I said Area 51, I meant it’s kinda secret. Not that it’s full of aliens.”

“Oh.” Peter felt rather foolish. “So it’s just a normal boarding school?”

“No.” Bucky slammed the car door shut. “It’s a school for mutants.”

“Mutants? But like, I thought they were kind of a myth. I mean besides Magento and Mystique, but they were around in like, the 70s.”

“And they’re still around. Let’s hope Erik isn’t here. I don’t want any trouble like last time.” Steve said the last part while staring Tony down.

“It’s not my fault he can control metal and I’m Iron Man!”

Peter was super confused. Didn’t Magento try to kill the president? Was he evil?

Bucky killed a president, but he’s not inherently evil. I need to give Magento a chance. I need to give everyone at the school a chance. Maybe make some new friends— flex on Flash that my girlfriend has superpowers or something. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

They walked up a few stairs out front and opened the doors leading inside.

“Oh wow. Wow.” The building was old looking but had a few modern touches here and there. Every room was bustling with people— mutants, going about their lives.

Peter saw all kinds of mutants and he had only been inside for a few minutes!

“Oh wow, Mr. Stark… Where’s uh… Professor… Professor... uh—“

“Professor Xavier’s in his office.”

The Avengers turned to look at the speaker. She had vines wrapped around her legs and arms, along with some flowers and leaves scattered in her hair, and her eyes were a bright yellow color.

“Thanks, kid. We know where his office is.”

She nodded, “No problem.”

Tony glanced at Peter’s slightly pink cheeks and back at the plant girl. “Do you wanna come with us or are you sticking with Mother Nature?”

“I can show you around if you want.” Everyone looked at Peter, anticipating an answer.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Alright, have fun. And don’t forget to be safe!”

Peter blushed again, trying to ignore Tony’s teasing remarks, already figuring out he liked the plant girl.

“My name is (Y/N) by the way.”

“(Y/N), Hi. I’m Peter. Peter Parker.”

She smiled, “What’s your mutation, Peter Parker?”

“Oh um, I don’t— well it’s not a mutation, but, when I was fourteen I got bit by a radioactive spider and I got spider abilities.”

“Spider abilities?”

He nodded, “I’m uh, really strong and I stick to things. Plus I have this like weird sixth sense sort of, like a spider-sense.”

“You’re strong and sticky?” Peter nodded, a little flustered. (Y/N) laughed. Peter laughed with her. “I’m sorry, but that’s a hilarious description.”

“I mean— yeah, yeah… What can you do?”

“Oh! I’m really in tune with nature. I can manipulate plants, and my eyes change color based on my mood. Red is angry, blue is calm, green is happy, yellow is excited— there’s more, but those are the most common.”

Her eyes are green and yellow right now. That means she’s happy and excited— they haven’t changed since we met. Maybe she’s into me. Oh my god! What if she’s into me? She might be into me. Play it cool Pete, play it cool. “That’s really neat!”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah. It’s fun, I guess. Kinda annoying sometimes but nothing awful.”

“I know what you mean. One time my algebra textbook got stuck to my arm and it wouldn’t come off. I had to like, sleep and shower with it on all day.” (Y/N) laughed at Peter’s retelling of his sticky situation.

“That must have sucked!”

“It did. Eventually, I got it to come off, but it was annoying to sleep with.”

“Oh god, I can imagine. Sometimes I fall asleep and a fully grown watermelon or pumpkin is next to me in bed.”

Peter almost snorted, but he held it back. “Free food, I guess.”

“Yeah— a nice perk.”

The two wandered aimlessly around the mansion, talking about everything— freshman, classes at their schools, hobbies, friends— everything.

Peter was going to ask for her number. Maybe ask to see her outside of the mansion. Possibly on a date… If he wasn’t too nervous.

“Could I… get your number?” Peter held his phone in his hands tightly.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally!” (Y/N) recited her number while Peter typed it in his contacts. He shot her a message.

“I texted you. So you have my number now.”

“Cool thanks.” Peter felt his phone vibrate in his hands and he glanced down at it.

Mr. Stark: How’s it going with Mother Nature?

Peter: Great! I got her number. I might try to ask her out on a date. Will I be free on Friday?

Mr. Stark: You don’t usually come over on Fridays.

Peter mentally shrugged. Tony was right, Peter usually didn’t go to the Avengers HQ on Fridays.

Mr. Stark: We’re gonna be leaving soon. I’ll let you know when.

Peter: Ok

(Y/N) was also on her phone. “Sorry! Mr. Stark texted me. I don’t want you to feel like I’m ignoring you or anything.”

“You’re fine. Jubilee was just messaging me.”

“About what?”

Her focus went back to the screen. She gasped. “Oh my god! We have to go downstairs, come on!” (Y/N) grabbed Peter’s hand and sprinted down the halls.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“The Jet hanger downstairs. They’re back!”

Peter frowned and furrowed his brows as they went down the stairs. “Who’s back?”

“The X-Men.”

Peter was about 99% sure he shouldn’t have been downstairs. If the school had a level of secrecy to it, why would he be allowed to know all this stuff? To see the X-Men and their jet and training room and everything.

Then again, he was an Avenger.

(Y/N) and Peter weren’t the only ones in the hanger watching the black jet land. Professor Xavier and the other Avengers were there, along with a few other students Peter didn’t recognize.

The jet doors opened and people started walking out. The first one was a young guy, no older than Peter, with brown hair, a blue suit, and a red visor on. Next was a blonde woman in a white bodysuit that was styled almost like a dress. She looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t remember why. Wit the blonde woman was a big, furry, blue man. He had on a suit similar to the boy from before, minus the visor. Finally, two more boys came out. One had silver hair, goggles, and his suit was a metallic ice blue with a white lightning bolt on it.

The last guy had lines all over his face and giant, metal, wings.

Peter turned to (Y/N) to ask who everyone was, but she was gone.

“WARREN!” She engulfed the winged boy in a bone-crushing hug.

Peter squinted his eyes a little in confusion. (Y/N) didn’t mention a Warren. Who was Warren? A friend? Her brother maybe even?

“Hey, baby. I missed you.” Warren placed a kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead.

“Aww no love for me?” The silver-haired guy whined.

“Piss off Pete.” (Y/N) laughed.

“By the way! There’s someone I want you guys to meet… This is Peter, and he’s an Avenger.”

“You’re an Avenger? My sister is an Avenger! Wanda, you know her—“

“Yeah, Wanda is really nice.” Peter was trying to take both the guys in and figure out (Y/N)’s relationship with the blonde.

Then Peter noticed it. Her eye color. It hadn’t changed all day, she was happy and excited to meet Peter. He thought maybe she was into him— but now…

Her eyes were pink. What does pink mean?

“And this is my boyfriend, Warren.”

Peter felt his heart drop, or maybe break. He wasn’t sure, but he felt his world get flipped upside down. (Y/N) has a boyfriend?!

“Nice to meet you.” Warren and Peter shook hands. He tried not to seem too dazed.

“You too… (Y/N) didn’t say she had a boyfriend…” Peter noticed the silver Peter was gone but didn’t press on the matter.

“Oh?” Warren rose his eyebrows and looked at (Y/N). “Trying to keep me all to yourself?” He teased.

“Maybe… You don’t know…” Warren chuckled and kissed the top of her head again.

“Hey, Angel! We’re gonna do a write up with Beast and shower.”

Warren rolled his eyes, “I’ll join you later Cyclops.”

“Mystique said now.”

Warren huffed, “I’ll be back in like an hour, baby.” He pecked her lips before leaving. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You too…?”

Tony and the others walked over to Peter and (Y/N). “How’d you like the school, kid?”

“It was really cool. I like it here. It’s almost like a college campus or something.” Peter was still too focused on the fact (Y/N) had a boyfriend. A really cool, attractive, powerful, mutant, boyfriend. Peter couldn’t compete even if he wanted to!

Everyone walked back to the main entrance room. Peter walked slightly behind the group. (Y/N) asked Bucky questions about his arm. “Does it weigh a lot? Warren’s wings do. His posture isn’t great because of them.”

Mr. Stark walked slowly to meet up with Peter’s pace.

“Why’re you down? Sad we’re leaving?”

“No,” Peter mumbled. “It’s not important.”

“Did someone say something to you? (Y/N)’s boyfriend? I can kill him if you want. I know his dad.”

“I just… I didn’t know, (Y/N) had a boyfriend. I thought maybe she was into me, I guess. Most girls don’t like me and she said her eye color changes based on her mood and she was excited the whole time we hung out, but I guess it’s like that for everyone.”

Tony put his hand on Peter’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “I’m sorry, Peter… There’ll be other girls though.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine. Just kinda sucks.”

“I get it.”

“I’m gonna bake some brownies. I know Warren and Peter really like them and they’re probably hungry. Do you want to stay and have some?”

“Thank you for the offer, (Y/N),” Steve said. “But we really have to get going.”

She shrugged a little. “Alright, maybe next time. It was so great to meet all of you! You’re all really cool. Tell Wanda, Peter said hi.”

“Will do.”

They were all about to get in the car and go.

“Bye Peter! I had a lot of fun today. If you’re ever in the area text me. We should really hang out sometime.” (Y/N) hugged him, and Peter hugged back, trying not to seem sweaty due to nerves.

“Yeah, definitely… Bye.”

The Avengers got in the car and drove away.

“I love you, but sometimes you’re a little oblivious.”

“Am not!” (Y/N) scolded her boyfriend.

“Peter was definitely into you. He almost passed out when you said I was your boyfriend.”

(Y/N) poured flour into a bowl starting her brownies, “He was probably just intimidated by your wings.” Peter doesn’t like me… Right?

Warren kissed the top of her head before walking over to the fridge to get a drink. “You’re cute when in denial.”

“Shut up!” She joked.

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dragonnan · 3 years

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This is faaaar from a complete list and will be spotty at best but I’ve been pondering MCU characters a lot as I’ve been getting slowly back to work on my mega-fic. I LOVE minor head canons. Simple stuff like favorite foods or what music they listen to or were they ever a smoker or whatever whatever. So I’m gonna give myself the challenge of crafting some head canon and anyone else is very welcome to dive in! (some things are already established via canon)

~ Ethnicity ~ Faith ~ Smoker ~ Alcohol ~ Favorite food ~ Favorite cookie ~ Favorite animal(s) ~ Favorite music ~

Tony Stark: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American-Jewish (he refers to himself as a “mutt”) Faith: “No thanks” being the initial answer but if he feels like opening up he’ll admit to believing there’s likely “something” out there but at the same time figures that “something” stopped caring about humanity a long long time ago. Smoker? Never liked cigarettes but smoked a few cigars when he was younger due to Obie’s influence. He never was a big fan but wanted to fit in with his mentor. Alcohol: Influenced both by his father and Obie, Tony started drinking hard liquor semi-regularly as young as 14 (his Dad let him try his first sip at the age of 6). He pretty much sticks with Scotch or Bourbon but is not opposed to cheap beer at a ball game. In fact the cheaper the better - a requirement for any self-respecting American. Favorite food: hot dogs. Neither one of his parents cooked. Breakfast and lunch were whatever whenever for all three of them but dinner? You better be sure you were at that table before the plates were set down or you could go without (and Tony got a slap from his father when he’d observed that rule only seemed to apply to him). But on the nights he was sent to his room, Jarvis would slip upstairs, later, with a sandwich or, on really rough nights, a couple of hotdogs. Favorite cookie: Those Christmas wreath ones made with cereal and marshmallow with the cinnamon candies. Favorite animal(s): he likes all animals but if he had to pick one for a pet he’d get an iguana. Favorite music: well duh lolol.

Stephen Strange: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American (borrowed from Benedict Cumberbatch’s ethnicity and adding the American) Faith: Originally atheist but now closer to Buddhist. Smoker: Never. Even prior to becoming a sorcerer he has always been conscious of what he takes into his body; especially given the history of cancer on his mother’s side of the family. Alcohol: Wine, occasionally, though he isn’t really a social drinker per-say. Favorite food: The spicy shrimp and pork dumplings from a Thai place in Midtown. Favorite cookie: Hmmm.... not a big sweets guy but he won’t turn away a few ginger-pecan cookies with coffee. Favorite animal(s): dogs - unequivocally. He had a border collie growing up on his family farm in Nebraska. Favorite music: please don’t make this poor man actually have to choose.

Steve Rogers: Ethnicity: Irish (as per comics) Faith? Irish-Catholic (as per the comics). Smoker? Prior to the serum there was no way he could safely do so with his health issues. After he started traveling with the performers all of the girls in the group smoked and he tried it out a few times but never developed a taste for it. Alcohol: he drank A LOT - easy enough to do as it never had any real effect on him. He enjoys scotch and bourbon (a taste he picked up from hanging around Howard Stark). Steve seems to low-key always have the munchies (like most enhanced) and once Tony picked up on that there are always a variety of snacks scattered here and there throughout the compound (also of benefit for Bruce, Peter, Thor, and, later, Bucky). Steve’s favorite foods typically remind him of his mother’s cooking. While they’d never had much (especially after his father died) his mom could do a lot with limited supplies. She used to make a fantastic meat pie with ground beef or tongue. He hates SPAM. They ate it in the Army, constantly, and just the smell will occasionally send him back to those days and not in a good way. Favorite cookie? Oreos. He can clean up a family sized pack in like 10 minutes. Steve loves animals but is especially fond of horses and dogs. There was a dog in his unit in WW2 and Steve, like most of the other men, would share bites of his rations with it. Steve is nostalgic about music from the 40s but finds that 70s rock really resonates with him.

Bucky Barnes: Ethnicity: Romanian-American (borrowing a little from Sebastian Stan’s ethnicity) Faith? Possibly agnostic. Smoker? Heck yes - both cigarettes and cigars. Like Steve, the serum he received (via Hydra’s experimentation) means he gets to dodge the detrimental side effects of smoking. Alcohol: He likes to drink but is almost exclusively a beer drinker. He has a big appetite but refuses to eat around others if he can at all help it. His favorite food is corned beef with cabbage. Steve’s grandmother was an Irish immigrant and would make it every Sunday before the war impacted rations. Since both Bucky’s parents were dead he’d often have dinner with his best friend. Also, unlike Steve, he actually likes SPAM. But then, arguably, he isn’t terribly picky about food in general. Favorite cookie: molasses. Favorite animal(s): birds - eagles in particular - though he doesn’t look too deeply at the psychology of their ability to just fly away. Needless to say a crafty observer might spot a former Winter Soldier tossing seeds towards the pigeons. Favorite music: He’s pretty eclectic though he shies away from anything too loud like death metal. He finds classical very soothing.

Peter Parker: Ethnicity: Mixed American-Scandinavian-German-ish Faith: Protestant upbringing but unsure where he currently stands. If pressed he’d say he’s “leaving his options open” Smoker? “Oh gross!” Alcohol: “Um, too young to drink, thanks! But if I WERE to... you know, try it just to taste it there was this mudslide at one of Flash’s parties that was super good...” Favorite food: spaghetti and meatballs. Lots of meatballs. Favorite cookie: chocolate chocolate chip with chunks. Favorite animal(s): NOT spiders. And NOT birds given how many rooftops he’s traversed layered in pigeon ick. He’d probably say cats. Favorite music: The B side of techno rock - especially Depeche Mode.

Peter Quill: Ethnicity: Half mixed American and half celestial. Faith: His Dad was a god and he killed him so he figures he probably isn’t on the best terms with the Big G God should He... or She... or Them... be out there. Look he just wants to do his thing and cause a little trouble without mixing it up with any other celestial types but if they DO wanna throw down he’d like to point out that he’s 1 for 1 and willing to rumble. Smoker: He would not say no to a really good cigar and may have possibly lifted a case from Yondu’s stash when he struck out on his own. Alcohol: Anywhere any time and in large quantities. Favorite food: A thick steakhouse bacon burger with potato chips right on the patty. Extra cheese please! Favorite cookie: He’s a simple guy with simple tastes. classic chocolate chip no frills no fuss and fresh from the oven. Favorite animal(s): He likes dogs - who doesn’t like dogs? But he really likes cows. Just maybe don’t mention the burger thing. Favorite music:

Thor: He’s a Norse god of legend so I figure we can forego the ethnicity/faith questions lol. Smoker: He has never understood this human custom nor has he felt any inclination to try it himself Alcohol: Beer, mead, and anything capable of knocking him on his ass. Favorite food: chili with ghost peppers. Though nowhere near as hot as the fire chilies of Muspelheim (which would be instantly fatal for humans so its just as well). Favorite cookie: strawberry cheesecake with macadamia nuts. Favorite animal(s): It’s a tossup between bilgesnipe and whales. Favorite music: The mighty horns of battle! He also enjoys old school country, much to Tony’s disgust. The story aspect of that music is what appeals to him.

Bruce Banner: Ethnicity: Italian-American Faith: Catholic in his childhood; currently Atheist or maybe agnostic. Smoker: He tends to avoid any substances for, you know, obvious reasons. Alcohol: See previous. Favorite food: Waffles with sliced mango. Favorite cookie: Oatmeal. Favorite animal(s): Mantis shrimp - “did you know they can generate so much power in their attacks that they can briefly super-heat the water up to 7,700 °C??” Favorite music: Indian- especially Krishna Bhajan.

Clint Barton: Ethnicity: Mixed European-American and Panamanian. Faith: His parents were both Protestant but he’s never latched on to any specific faith and hasn’t really devoted a lot of thought on the matter. He has a sorta loose idea of “maybe something out there” but that’s all the further he’s gotten on the subject. What he tells anyone who asks it’s that his religion is coffee. Smoker: Briefly when he was a teen. Alcohol: Beer - he’s a fan of dark lager. Favorite food: Coney Island dogs, Pizza, and pickle flavored potato chips. Favorite cookie: Monster cookies with the mini M&Ms. Favorite animal(s): Dogs Favorite music: 80s rock and some country.

Natasha Romanoff: Ethnicity: Russian. Faith: She was not given much choice when younger and was raised as “state atheist” (per comics). In the years since escaping that life, however, she has tried to discover more about herself. Her parents were both Russian Jewish and there has been a pull to discover more about that faith - especially since meeting Wanda - who is Jewish. Smoker: No. Alcohol: Some vodka - that’s a given. But she actually prefers wine; and honestly her favorites are wine spritzers. Favorite food: Favorite cookie: Krumkake filled with creme and berries. Favorite animal(s): Favorite music: Overall she listens to a pile of little-known bands and whomever is playing at whatever bar in whatever city she happens to be in. She also is a huge fan of old school Spice Girls.

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mirrorfalls · 4 years

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The Joker 80th Anniversary Super Spectacular (2020)

“So Lego,” said nobody ever. “Now that you’re got some decent free time and the spoons to write, what are you gonna do? Get some actual work done on that Detective Conan longfic you’ve been rattling about the last two years? Actually start your long-overdue cert paper, that thing you need to graduate?”

Oooof course not! Instead, let’s dive back into the wonderful world of Cape Comix, featuring Tumblr’s least-wanted villain! Will any of these ten little tales actually manage to find something new - or at least interesting - to say about Laughing Boy? Let’s find out.

“Scars” by Scott Snyder and Jock. A pretty typical Snyder gonzo-horror jaunt, complete with “haha, the Joker really is the godmode manipulator/killer you’ve been denying he was all story! Sucks to be you!” ending. It’s stories like these that make me wonder why the hell Bruce’s rogues gallery even needs Scarecrow anymore, even in concept.

“What Comes at the End of a Joke” by James Tynion IV and Mikel Janin. Ahh, Christ, why didn’t I expect there’d be a Joker War tie-in somewhere in this... Well, there ya have it, the Secret Origin of Punchline. There’s a germ of an interesting idea here, likening the Joker’s “the hell with anything else, I just want to fuck over The Powers That Be” influence on Gotham’s youth to the Alt-Right’s influence in real life, but even then I reckon other writers have already done it better.

“Kill the Batman” by Gary Whitta, Greg Miller, and Dan Mora. The first creative team I had to look up - apparently, one of ‘em used to run IGN, and the other co-wrote Rogue One. This is also the first one built as a comedy, which I approve of in theory; in execution, though, the setup is a bit too mawkish for its own good (not to mention way too eager to quote-mine Chris Nolan) the last-page punchline is exactly the kind of dad humor our “hero” was complaining about halfway through the story. All in all, I’d still recommend “Going Sane” as a better take on the whole premise.

“Introducing the Dove Corps” by Denny O’Neil and Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez. Guys, whatever differences I’ve had with his work over the years, I really wanted to report that O’Neil went out on a high note. And I will say this one probably has the strongest premise in the whole book, with Joker trying to not only (gasp!) play hero but (horrors!) do it without bloodshed. O’Neil doesn’t quite cheat the premise, but the story is still bogged down with at least one unleapable logic hole (a Special Forces Team doesn’t know who the fucking Joker is?!), a bunch of pointless continuity-mining (See! The origin of TKJ’s tourist getup!), and a predictable-as-hell ending. Whatever faults the other stories may have, none of them end on a line as hacky as “Killing is so much fun.”

“The War Within” by Peter Tomasi and Simone Bianchi. Okay, first thing - it’s not “Batman/Badman” levels of faux-cleverness, but it’s not quite out of that ballpark. There’s no real plot outside the narration (except maybe to set up some future arc in Tomasi’s Detective), just Bianchi doing a Joker-through-the-ages showcase. Said showcase hits most of the obligatory choices - Golden Age, Silver Age, TKJ, TDK, TDKR - but I will say I was pleasantly surprised to see The Batman’s Joker getting a shout-out, dreads and all.

“The Last Smile” by Paul Dini and Riley Rossmo. Huh. Wasn’t expecting to see Dini do a riff on Joker: Devil’s Advocate of all things - and only slightly that it would average out as the best story in here. After his less-than-stellar writing on the Arkham games, it’s heartening to see Dini’s still got some of the old magic, with a genuinely insightful look into what might scare the Joker: the possibility that Batman can have his cake and eat it too, can get rid of his not-so-eternal dance partner without endangering his precious code, because sometimes, the law is good for something after all. Kudos, too, for a more creative use of Harley - and rapport with Ivy - than years and years of Harley-centric media have ever managed.

“Birthday Bugs” by Tom Taylor and Eduardo Risso. A strong competitor to the previous one - you can almost never go wrong with “the Joker tries to do something nice for an innocent” as a premise - with some choice lines that carry the theme smoothly without ever feeling like grandstanding. That said, Risso’s art is a lot more hit-and-miss than Rossmo’s - some panels are absolutely beautiful, but others - especially if Joker’s actually in them - just look hideously tryhard - and the gore in the last couple pages feels more cheap than disturbing.

“No Heroes” by Eduardo Medeiros and Rafael Albuquerque. See previous opening line. The themes discussed here (why be a hero for a soulless Capitalist engine?) are a little triter, not helped by the fact that the story’s not really long enough to let them breathe properly, but the art is on the whole a lot stronger; and in an age where artists are falling over themselves to out-demonic each others’ Jokers, I especially dig the choice to put him in a mask for most of the story, rooting his scariness in unmoving minimalism instead of hyperexaggerating every wrinkle and pore of his face,

“Penance” by Tony Daniel. Ah, yes. The perennial weak-link of the Reborn era and the inventor of that whole skinned-face idiocy back at the start of the New 52, Daniel’s turn here... threatens to be interesting a few times, but never manages to get all its ideas into anything coherent, much less good in execution. Shame, really - apart from “Birthday Bugs” it’s the only one to focus on “normal” crooks, a perennially underrated element in Joker romps.

“Two Fell Into The Hornet’s Nest” by Brian Azzarello & Lee Bermejo. This was the one I was least looking forward to... and it looks like ol’ Brian anticipated that, given the line (”Have you checked the credits on who’s writing this?”) he kicks off page two with. I suppose it, more than any of the other stories, cut to the heart of what the Joker’s stream-of-consciousness should look like - but that doesn’t really stop it from feeling like something Azzarello cranked out on a lunch break. Even random nonsense needs to be handled with care to not feel like waste of the reader’s time - and whatever else this one has going for it (I did smile a little the nurse taunting Joker about being as much an empty corporate symbol as Batman himself), care's not really on the menu. Stick with his Calvin & Hobbes parody from Superman/Batman #75.

So there ya have it - three (possibly four) stories I’d legitimately read again, surrounded by a sea of mediocrity and misfires (and some intermittently interesting pinups - JRJR’s Joker-as-007 piece hit my sweet-spot best). That’s honestly a better record than I would’ve expected for the J-Man in 2020 - better, by all accounts, than the 80th super-spectacular the Robins got.

Would it have been too much to ask the Lego Batman guys to contribute something, though?

#Joker #Lego has too much time

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existing-on-cloral · 4 years

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Brooklyn’s Night Terrors

Chapter Thirteen: I’m Positive

Steve and his scientist get some less-than-ideal news.

You stared down at the miniscule stick in your hands, clutching your stomach where the nausea was building. The box had said to wait two minutes before checking the test, and the timer had gone off about thirty seconds ago. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your hand away from the small screen.

“Just do it,” Pepper Potts advised, crouching down in front of you. “I was so scared when I took my test, but believe me, it’s better to rip off the Band-Aid.”

“Thanks, Pepper,” you said, meeting her eyes. Without looking down, you moved your hand away, then cast your eyes to the stick. “Shit.”

Pepper gasped. “You’re certain?” She took the test from you and stared down at the two little lines. “Well, how are you going to tell him?”

You cursed. “We were so careful, Ms. Potts. How did this happen?”

“The first time.” Banner entered the small bathroom, or tried to. Eventually he just stood outside and made an attempt to not look embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I turned off the lab footage but it caught what happened. No protection was used.”

“Shit,” you said again, taking back the test. “Well, better to rip the Band-Aid off." You shot Pepper a grim smile. Where is he?”

Banner hesitated. “We don’t actually know that."

“What?”

“We don’t know that,” he repeated, showing you a small screen that displayed Steve’s apartment living room. On it, a woman dressed in black crept out of Steve’s bedroom with the super soldier slung over her shoulder. She looked up at the camera, face obscured, and spray-painted the lens over.

“The Reaper,” you said without a second thought. “She’s got him and now there’s no telling what she’ll do.”

Pepper touched your shoulder gently. “Take a few deep breaths. It’s gonna be okay.

The subsequent explosion that knocked you back into Bruce and sent both of you spiraling begged to differ.

When the dust cleared, the wall of the bathroom was completely gone, exposing you to the open air. You coughed, waving your hand in front of your face to clear the dust from your throat. Pepper staggered to her feet and rushed to help you up. Her forehead was bleeding, but she wiped the blood out of her eyes and stepped in front of you, shielding you from the blast zone. Or rather, what had caused the blast zone.

Iron Man hovered a few inches away from where the wall had been, hand out, blaster at the ready- and Steve dangling by his shirt from his other hand. “Stand down,” he ordered, voice cold and dangerous.

Pepper took a step forward, eyes softening. “Tony?”

A blast shot from Tony’s hand and knocked Pepper back into the wall. You heard a sickening crunch and saw her go still. “Pepper!” you screamed, running to her side and checking her pulse with a trembling hand. There! Faint, but it was there.

Tony flew closer and dropped Steve on the floor. The poor man was unconscious, blood coming out of his mouth and nose. “The Reaper sends her regards.” He flew backwards, hung there for a minute, then added, “Play nice with the Captain, she doesn’t like her toys being broken.” Then he turned and flew off, red and gold vanishing into the air.

Steve’s eyes flew open and he turned onto his side, coughing up blood. You hurried from Pepper to him, barking an order to Bruce. “Get her to the infirmary, now. I’ll deal with Steve until you can get back.”

Bruce sighed, got to his feet, and picked up Pepper. Her body looked so tiny and helpless. It reminded you of Tony’s young daughter. How the hell were you supposed to tell Morgan what was going on? She’d think her dad was back, and he’d blast her, just like he blasted Pepper.

Concentrating on the situation at hand, you let Steve cough out blood until he could sit up. “I can feel it working,” he said, referring to the serum. “I can feel myself healing. God, I will never get used to that.”

You stroked his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands and kissing his bloody mouth. He tasted like iron and bitterness, but you didn’t care. You were happy he was alive. “Steve, what happened?”

Steve winced. “She... She kidnapped me, and I think she got me with the drug again. But I don’t remember it very well. This time, though...” He paused to cough blood right in your face, and you winced. “You weren’t there... To help me through it... So, she did it herself.” He swallowed. “I had sex with her. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, baby,” you said, forgiving him instantly. Mentally, you made a note to tell Bucky that he had a new reason to track down the Reaper as fast as possible. You wanted to hurt her for doing this to Steve.

“Before... Before she left me...” He clutched his side, grimacing. “She told me, ‘That should do it’, and then when she came back in a few hours later, she told me that she...” Steve hung his head, tears collecting in his eyes. “That she was pregnant.”

You swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry, Steve,” you said, moving his head to your shoulder and stroking his hair. “But we can still beat her. It’s gonna be okay.”

Steve laughed hollowly. “I’m not ready for kids.” His eyes focused on the sink, where you had left... oh shit... Where you had left the positive pregnancy test. “Is that...”

“Please don’t freak out.”

He did anyway. By the time Banner and the paramedics got him to the infirmary, Steve was in a full-blown panic attack. You watched them take him and Pepper behind the operating room doors, putting Steve in the hospital for the second time in a week.

“He needs to stop getting into fights.” Bucky took a seat next to you in the waiting room, folding his hands together and bracing his elbows on his knees. “You should have seen him back in the forties. Never backed down from a challenge, and got beat up because of it.”

“Nice to know he didn’t lose that.”

Bucky cleared his throat. “So. You’ve got a little bun cooking up in the oven, huh?”

You nodded, Steve’s words coming back to you. I’m not ready for kids. “Steve doesn’t want kids.”

“Well, it is pretty early in the relationship.” Bucky leaned over and whispered, “If that dumbass leaves you over this, I’ll punch him in the gut, turn him into an old man again, and help you raise the kid myself.”

“If I keep it,” you pointed out. “I just found out. I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet.”

Bucky sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I know. I’m offering, though.” He looked to the doors they’d taken Steve through. “He won’t leave you; I know that at least.”

You lifted your head and stared at him. “Really? Why?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Because he loves you. He’s been pining after you since day one. I think he only went after Carter to get your attention, though I think he does have something for women of the Carter family tree.”

You giggled. “Ha, I guess.” Glancing back at the door, you added, “But he also got... well... raped by her. The Reaper. And now she’s pregnant.”

“Don’t know what her tactic is, but I’m not afraid to hit a pregnant woman.” Bucky laughed, pressing a hand to his stomach. “She might be a little more incapacitated.”

“Or even more dangerous. She’s gathering an army of foot soldiers, it looks like, and she’s just added Tony to her ranks.” You squeezed your hands into fists, glaring at the wall. “I don’t know why she hasn’t gone after you yet.”

“I do.”

Peter hobbled out of the infirmary with his arm bound tightly in a sling. “Mr. Rogers told me. He says that she’s going to try to kill Bucky in order to obtain some semblance of order or something like that.” He sat next to you, staring at his hands. “I miss the days where it was calm and we didn’t have to worry about things like this.”

Bucky chuckled. “Bold of you to assume that I wasn’t always dealing with things like this, especially with Steve.”

“Did you just do a meme?” Peter asked, eyes flicking to Bucky in shock.

“You know what, kid, I think I did.” Bucky reached around you to give Peter a pat on his good shoulder. You did the same, adding a warm smile.

“We’re gonna get Pietro back, Pete. I promise.”

Peter threw his good arm around you in a loose hug. “Thank you.” He pulled down the neckline of his hospital gown to reveal his suit underneath. “When do we start?”

“Right now.” Wanda joined your little party, outfitted for battle in her favorite jacket. “I don’t know about you, Bucky, but I would like my brother back.”

Bucky nodded. “Affirmative. If it means that much to you two, I’ll help.” He stood and offered a hand to Wanda. She shook it, a smile creeping across her face.

You stood and headed for the infirmary. “Let me know how it goes, alright? I’m gonna check on Steve.”

Peter stood and patted you on the shoulder. “I’ll be in my room if you wanna play Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros.”

“Can I be Mario either way?” you asked, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

“Hell yeah,” Peter said, raising his hand for a high five, which you gladly gave him. “See you in a bit.”

You pushed through the doors and were immediately swarmed by doctors, escorting you in one specific direction. “Let’s have you be with Captain Rogers, okay?” one said in a tone far too sweet for your liking.

Steve was lying down, but he was awake and alert. He sat up almost immediately and hugged you. “Everything was fine, they just had to make sure the serum worked well. I can go out on missions sooner than the bullet allowed for.”

“You’ve gotta stop getting yourself hurt,” you chided, scooting to be a bit more comfortable on the bed. “And you have to debrief me. Right now. I want answers.”

Steve hesitated. “I don’t know a lot...”

“Anything.” You locked eyes with him and pressed on. “We need all the details we can get.”

Finally, Steve began to speak quickly. “She added Loki to her ranks, and he’s been keeping everyone calm and obedient with spells. If we can knock him out, maybe we’ve got a chance. And I know she got Tony, because he knocked me out and, I assume he brought me here?”

“Speaking of Tony,” Banner interrupted, tapping on the door with one finger to announce his presence, “We’ve got a problem.”

“There’s gonna be another Civil War?” you joked.

Bruce shook his head, casting his eyes down and biting his lip. “No, that’s not it. Ms. Potts is dead.”

The smile dropped off your face and you grabbed Steve’s hand. “Pepper? No, that... It can’t be. I felt her pulse.”

“I’m sorry.” Bruce shouldered his way into the room. “She’s gone. You probably felt her heart trying to keep her alive and failing. The hit broke her neck on impact.”

Steve squeezed your hand. “What’s that... Where’s...” He ground his teeth together in frustration. “Tony would never hurt his wife intentionally.”

Bruce pulled out a datapad.“We believe the Reaper is targeting everyone she’d like to appear in her army. If they’re still alive, then they gotta go. Like Bucky, for instance.”

You remembered Bucky’s promise to Wanda and jumped to your feet. “We gotta stop him! Bucky’s going to go after Pietro with Wanda.”

Steve struggled to his feet behind you, giving you a rather clear view of his chest and stomach. You shook your head, banishing away the thoughts. Pepper was dead for crying out loud.

“You both need to sit down and talk. The doctors and I have... business we have to get to.” Banner reluctantly left, closing the door behind him.

You flopped down onto the bed, realizing that your breaths were coming far too quickly. “Steve... Air bag... For...”

“Panic attacks?” Steve dug in the bedside drawer until he came up with a paper sack. “Here.” He held it to your lips and helped you to breathe slowly and deeply. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened.”

“Pepper didn’t deserve to die,” you whimpered, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Now that your fingers were no longer tingling, you could focus on something other than breathing, and you chose to cry into Steve’s shoulder.

He stroked your back as the day’s events came crashing down around you two. “We are going to be okay. All three of us.”

You were about to say something about Bucky, but then you got his real meaning and your hand fluttered to your stomach. Through the tears, you could see Steve’s hand join yours. “I love you,” he whispered.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader

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ticklikeabomb · 4 years

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Birth in Reverse - Part 8 (Finale)

Pairing : Plus size Reader x Bucky Barnes ; Nadia (twin morphed into Y/N) x Thor

Warning : Language, Angst, Death of Character

Word Count : 1.7k

She couldn't sleep that night, several emotions crushing through her. The day spent with Pepper was nice but Nadia still felt out of place. Physically, emotionally and mentally. The fact she hasn't heard from you since the mission made her tense and stress even more. 'Y/N? You there', she whispered in the partially lit room. No response. 'Come on please. I…I nee… nevermind', she sighed. Standing up, she put on a sweatshirt and headed to the compound's kitchen. She stopped before entering, feeling a presence in the room. "It's just me", his voice filled the place. She entered and saw Bucky. "Can't sleep either?", he asked and saw her shake her head. "Yeah me neither. You want some hot chocolat?", he asked. "Is it good?", you asked intrigued since you never had it. His eyes locked with yours, a hint of pain crossing his. "It's the best", he replied a small smile crossing his features. He served her a mug before serving himself. "Thanks", she mumbled. "You're welcome." "I'm going to the roof, you wanna join?", she asked him. He nodded and followed her, taking place on one of the couches, the warm beverage battling the night's colder breeze.

She broke the silence and told him, "I get why she likes you so much. You're a pure soul, peaceful. You have that sort of hypnotic vibe going on, attracting everyone when you arrive in a room." His eyes widened at her words, shocked at her description. He never thought that of him, always seeing himself as a damaged man, the murderer unworthy of second chances. "Wow…I ehm thank you I guess", he stuttered. Nadia chuckled and confirmed, "Like I said pure soul." You both continued sipping on the excellent chocolat. After a while she told him, you weren't reaching out to her for a while now. "There's one thing I would like to try and see if she comes back but I don't know if it's a good idea", exclaimed Nadia nervously. "Tell me maybe I can help", he leaned forward concerned. "I want to provoke her feelings by…kissing you." "What?"

"Maybe if I kiss you, she'll come back", Nadia told him and looked at his reaction which was between shock, concern and uncertainty. "Look if you don't want to, I'll try something else", Nadia stood up about to leave back inside. Before he could protest, Bucky's body jerked up and asked her to wait. She turned around and looked at him, seeing him nod. She put her mug down and stepped closer, her lips inches from his. Their breath fanning each other's faces. A second later, Nadia closed the gap and caught Bucky's lips with hers. Bucky felt the difference, even if it was the same body. Her’s was raw, fiercer, desperate while yours was sweet, slow, passionate. The kiss got feverish, Bucky's hands squeezing her hips when suddenly she jerked off him and slapped herself. 'BIIIITCH HOW DARE YOU?'

"Y/N? Finally", chuckled Nadia out of breath. 'WTF??' "It was the only way to get you back. Why did you stop interacting", asked Nadia desperately. 'Why you kissing my man? You are in so much trouble ! HE IS TOO!'. Nadia turned to Bucky and told him what you just said and saw his Adam Apple bubble up and down. "Sorry", he mumbled under his breath. 'YOU WILL BE', your angry thoughts surfacing your shared mind. "I'm gonna go", said Nadia and headed to your room. "Why have you been MIA?", she asked you. 'I didn't want to interfere'. She shook her head not understanding, "Interfere in what? I don't get it". 'On you getting a life, having a chance for happiness', you replied with a small but firm voice. "Oh", she breathed out, not expecting that. She felt her eyes getting wet and declared with a shaky voice, "I can't be happy if there is a missing part in it. I - I can make it if you're not in it. We're sisters. We're connected for the best and the worst." Your body began to tremble, too many emotions crossing your souls. You spent the rest of the night figuring a way out of cohabitation without one or the other let go.

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"Just a sec", shouted Nadia across the room. She was finishing doing her hair when the knocks on her room door echoed. She reached the handle and opened, facing Happy. He presented a bag to her and told her it was from Pepper. She thanked him and went back in the room. Inside was a note saying 'The party won't be the same without you in this dress' and Nadia reached the dress in question. It was the one she tried on during the shopping spree with her aunt. 'That's nice of her', you said. Nadia nodded amazed. She put it on and looked at herself in the miroir, feeling beautiful. 'They're not ready', you said amusement laced in your voice. "Hell no they aren't", smirked Nadia. The next firm knocks told Nadia that Thor stood behind the door. It was their official first date. They wanted to keep it among the compound and that's how they decided one of Tony Stark's parties would be the best. Not a traditional first date and probably not the most romantic one but you were beyond that at this point. When he saw her/you his eyes sparkled. "You look ravishing Lady Nadia."

"Please just Nadia and you look amazing too", she commented flirty. He presented his arm and accepting it, they joined the others at the party. They spend the night chatting, dancing and laughing with the team. You and Nadia never felt so much love in a room, wherever it was amicably or romantically. Eventually the party ended and Thor insisted in bringing Nadia to her room. "I've had the best night ever, thank you Thor", she told him. "The pleasure was all mine." Their eyes kept switching between their lips while closing the gap between each other. When their lips collided, Thor's lighting prickled Nadia's skin deliciously. They kissed like there was no tomorrow : wild, passionate, desperate. When they disengaged, Nadia felt her hand tickle and her eyes widened. "Oh no", she whispered before her hand smacked Thor in the face. 'Payback's a bitch !', you exclaimed amused. Nadia caressed Thor's face and apologized. "Sorry long story. Y/N says hi." He frowned but smiled that dorky smile of his and shook his head, "No problem I understand that Lady Y/N's heart is on someone else." Nadia bit her lips from smiling so hard and kissed him once more before telling him goodnight and head inside her room.

It's been two days since the party and Nadia tried to share her time between Bucky and Thor. You were in the middle of training when Fury called an emergency meeting. He told the team, they were seeking a Hydra attack bigger than they ever had. Everyone was called on the mission and suited up as quickly as possible. Hydra managed to infiltrate two severely protected nuclear weapon sites. It turns out some of the commanders were Hydra members. The team was split in two to cover both of the sites. You/Nadia were with Bucky, Thor, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Rhodes and Peter while Steve, Sam, Natasha, Bruce, Scott, Tchalla, the Dora Milaje army on the other.

"Be safe people", commented Tony through the comms. Nadia, Bucky and Thor all shared a look. And the fight began ; the order taking out every Hydra agent without mercy and at that you were the best. You all fought for what felt like hours. You ended up in the room here the nuke was being prepared for launch. "Get away from that controller", she screamed at the man, who only laughed loudly. "Make me", he challenged her. She groaned in rage and ran towards him. She quickly disarmed him and killed him. She heard the panel light up and saw the building's roof open up. She tried to stop the countdown and was succeeding when the sound of shoots echoed in the room. She reached out to her stomach and saw her hands filled with blood. It all came like a violent wave crushing her, she fell on her knees. Bucky and Thor entered the room, their faces screaming horror. They saw the previous hidden Hydra agent stand behind her and pull the trigger one last time. The last thing she remembered was them. One final good thing before the grand ending.

Bucky ended by tacking the member out while Thor fried the panel's system. They turned her around, her pulse weakly bumping their final moments. "Stay with me Y/N, please. You can't leave me", cried Bucky. "Nadia, my queen keep fighting. Please don't go", echoed Thor same feelings. The last thing you felt was levitation and then blackness.

You woke up, your face sweaty, gasping for air. "Good Lord you scared the hell out of me", you heard beside you. You turned your head and saw Nadia sitting beside you, a worried expression on her face. "Nadia", you whispered in shock. You touched her arms and copped her face in disbelief "You're here with me." "Ok you're starting to really freaking me out. Chill, you fell asleep on the desk", she replied her brows still frowning. "You had a nightmare?", she asked. You looked around and found yourself in the college room where you had the bomb vision. Lost, you declared "Yeah I think I did but not everything was terrible." A man in his 50 entered the auditorium and began his speech. "You ok? ", whispered Nadia in your ear. You nodded and quickly replied that it just felt so real.

"I have the pleasure to introduce to you the Avengers who kindly passed by to share some advices with you", said the Dean making the room roar in anticipation. You saw every member of the team enter, the team that you were still a member of a few minutes ago. Your eyes landed on Bucky while you heard Nadia's sneaky comment about Thor, "He yummy". You couldn't keep your eyes from him and he must have sensed it because they lock with yours. He frowned slightly and you truly knew that all of it was only a dream. Feeling caught, you fixed your eyes at the window waiting for the bomb to explode the building but it never happened. It was just another (bitter)sweet summer day.

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magicmanias · 5 years

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American Sweethearts

Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader

Summary: The Avengers take road trip. Meanwhile, Steve tries his hardest to convince himself that he’s only friends with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut!

Word Count: 4.5k (Wow)

A/N: This is my first time doing smut, so let’s hope it’s not shitty...

Post Age of Ultron (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Vision, Wanda, Rhodey, Bucky, Peter, Thor, Bruce, Y/N)

“Ok ok... Do we have everything?” You placed your backpack on the bed and carefully sifted through it. Hunting knife, rope, water, matches, food, first aid kit, towels, batteries, charger...

Everything is in there. You looked in your duffel bag; shoes, clothes, brush, earbuds, contacts, toothbrush, jackets, soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

You grabbed your things and went downstairs.

The Avengers had planned a camping trip in the woods in upstate Montana. Everyone was going: Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Sam, Vision, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter was tagging along.

“Roll call!” Tony yelled, putting an emphasis on ‘call.’ As he called each person, they went and placed their things in the large van Tony had bought specially for this occasion. When Tony called your name, you went ahead and put your things in and closed the trunk.

“Hey, squirt!” Clint messed with your hair and gave you a big bear hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“Aw, I miss you too, chicken-hawk,” you hugged him back. Clint had been away with his family for a while and you didn’t get much of a chance to formally greet him when Ultron attacked.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked. You looked around but saw him nowhere.

“Relax, sweetheart. He’s just finishing taking a shower. He went on a run. You don’t need to miss him that much,” Nat winked at you. You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks slightly flushed pink.

Tony slipped into the driver’s seat and despite everyone’s protest, he let Peter sit shotgun.

“This is BS, Stark!” Sam yelled as he took his seat in the third row of the van. “The kid gets the front with all the room and we gotta sit back here all cooped up?”

Tony shot up and placed his hands on Peter’s ears. “Relax, Big Bird. I just don’t want to lose the kid. His aunt’ll kill me,” he muttered. Peter gave his trademark look of confusion.

After the driver’s seat, there were four rows. Clint, Sam, and Nat sat in the back. Rhodey, Bruce, Thor sat in the third row. Wanda and Vision sat in the middle. And you, Steve, and Bucky sat in the front. Bucky went in the car first, followed by Steve, who insisted on taking the middle seat, and finally you.

“All aboard? Let’s go!” Tony put his foot on the gas and began to drive away from the compound.

—

Steve couldn’t stay still. As a soldier, he was used to staying completely motionless in cramped places for long periods of time. But that wasn’t the case now. His right leg bounced up and down, a nervous tick which Steve always had, ever since he was a scrawny little kid in Brooklyn. Bucky seemed to notice Steve bouncing his leg, but didn’t question it. He already knew it was because of the woman sitting across from him. Steve wasn’t nervous, however. He wasn’t scared either. No, scared was moments before the big fight to save the world. But this? This was terror. True, utter, horrifying terror. Though you couldn’t see it on his face, his heart rate soared and the butterflies in his stomach might as well have exploded. All because he was in the closest proximity he had ever been with Y/N. With the woman he could never stop thinking about. The woman he lived for. The woman he’d give up everything for.

The woman he loved so much that it hurt him in the cruellest ways possible.

Bucky watched as Steve gushed over at you. Your gaze was directed at the scene laid out behind the car’s windows. You plugged your earbuds in and played your Oldies playlist. Bucky rolled his eyes and elbowed Steve.

Steve gripped his arm and frowned at Bucky, mainly because he had been caught.

“Just talk to her,” Bucky whispered, not wanting the attention of the whole car.

“She’s listening to music,” Steve defended. He needed to find every excuse not to talk to you. Or more specifically, not to humiliate himself in front of you.

“She’d rather talk to you,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve. He changed his seating to turn to Steve. “Look, punk. You’re not good with women. We know. But she likes you. A lot. So it doesn’t matter if you screw up. She’ll like you anyway. Just ask her out.”

“What? In the car? With Tony here? I don’t think so.” Steve chuckled lightly.

“I heard my name,” Tony called out behind him. “It better be about how great I look in these hiking boots.”

Bucky ignored Tony. ”I'll give you until the end of this trip. If you don't ask her out by then, I'm going to tell her myself and I'm going to pound you like the little punk you are.”

“Hey, I'm just as strong as you now.”

“Maybe, but I'm older.”

“Buck, we're both over a hundred years old by now. Age doesn't really matter at this point.”

“That's coming from the younger one.” Bucky winked at Steve.

Steve just rolled his eyes, ending his conversation with Bucky. He looked out of the window to his left—the window on your side. He tried to look at the forests of upstate New York, but found that his focus always returned to the girl leaning the car door, probably listening to Sinatra or Bennet.

You placed your chin in your hand and started to softly sing the next song.

“Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet, Lily is lovely, Blossom’s a treat…” you mumbled along to the song.

“Of all the sweethearts, a guy could meet… Well I finally chose an American Beauty Rose…” You popped your head up to look at Steve. You had instantly recognized Steve’s voice. It was almost as if your very being could detect his present actions. He hadn’t even realized that he continued to sing along with you.

You took your earbuds out and grinned at him. “You know that song?”

“I’m from the forties, doll,” Steve shrugged. “I know every Sinatra song. And American Beauty Rose just happens to be one of them.”

“Well, that is coming from ‘America’s Sweetheart Hero,’” you made quotations with your hands, finished with a cheesy salute. “I mean, the whole country is practically in love with you.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not perfect, Y/N.”

“No one is,” you agreed. “You’re less flawed than others, but you do still have flaws.”

“Oh? And what might those be?” He lifted an eyebrow at you as if he were challenging you. And you wouldn’t say no to a challenge against Captain America.

“Well to start, you’re incredibly handsome,” you teased. Steve looked down and blushed. “I mean, come on, now Clint has low self-esteem.”

“Hey!” Clint yelled from the back of the car. “I am perfectly fine with how I look.”

“Yeah, whatever Barton. Remember when you had that mohawk?” you shot back, turning your back to face the back of the car.

“That happened like seven years ago, man! And you’re still bringing it up?”

“Hey, you’re the one who had the awful haircut,” you shrugged, smirking. Steve felt a small pang of jealousy over the friendship you had with Clint. You always joked around with him and you were the closest with him. He watched at your eyes crinkled at Clint. You never looked at him the way you did with Clint.

She’s never going to look at me the way she does with him. I’m just her friend… Steve, you’re just her friend, he thought.

You turned back to him. “Don’t think I’m done with you, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“How do you know my middle name?”

“That’s beside the point. I have more flaws to point out. Like for one, you run too fast.” You looked at your hands in fake frustration. “I mean, what are you, the Flash?”

“That’s not really a flaw, doll,” Steve said. “And the handsome thing isn’t either.”

“Ok… fine. Um… You haven’t watched Star Wars yet,” you pointed out. “Everyone’s watched Star Wars.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll give that to you. I haven’t yet.”

“What’s Star Wars?” Bucky asked. Sam’s eyes widened.

“You don’t know what Star Wars is?”

—

Five hours and one Bucky vs. Sam fight later (Natasha intervened and won), it was getting pretty late, and you had finished rereading your book. So, you decided to try and get some sleep. Most of the Avengers were already knocked out; even Tony, who was now letting FRIDAY take the wheel.

You leaned against the side of the car, but it was uncomfortable. You shifted to try and find a better position but didn't work. You glanced over at the others to see what position they were in for inspiration but found that they were all sprawled over each other. Of course, you couldn't copy them—Steve was next to you.

Steve. He looked so peaceful when he slept. You knew he was a light sleeper and you didn't want to wake him up, you went back to trying to sleep on the door.

Steve stirred. He heard shifting. He cracked his eyes open slightly and peeked over at you. You were trying to sleep in the car. It was probably the cutest thing Steve had ever seen. The pout on your face was prominent at you tried to move the seat belt away from your cheek.

“Hey.” You jumped at the sound of his quiet, raspy voice.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up? I didn't mean to. I know you're a light sleeper and—”

“It's ok, doll,” Steve interrupted, a smile on his face.” Can't sleep?”

“Uh, yeah. This damn car is uncomfortable. You'd think Tony would have invented a car you can sleep in by now.”

“You can sleep on my shoulder,” he said quickly. He bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. You brought your hand up to your face to cover your hot cheeks.

“Or—you don't have to. I was just offering if you wanted—”

“Can I?” It was your turn to interrupt. You gave him a meek smile to encourage him.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. The smile you gave him nearly knocked him out. He swallowed. If he could barely handle a smile, how could he survive a whole weekend with you?

Slowly, you turned to place your head on Steve's shoulder. You could feel Steve tense at your touch. You muttered a small ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes.

Steve had always believed in a heaven, but now he knew what it felt like. It was you by his side. He couldn't sleep anymore. All he could do was watch your even breaths and soft mewls you made in your sleep.

Steve snapped out of his thoughts. What was he doing? You’re just her friend, Steve. Just a friend.

—

You woke up to yelling the next morning.

“Tony! Just park the damn car!” Sam yelled.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Stark,” Thor continued. “We want to stop at the strawberry farm!”

“The strawberry farm?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Hesitantly, you lifted your head from Steve’s shoulder.

“Hey sleepy,” Steve said softly. “We were just uh… debating on whether or not to stop by a strawberry farm.”

“Why are we debating about it? It’s a strawberry farm.” You immediately forgot about your interrupted sleep. “Let’s go!”

“We would, but Stark here refuses,” Natasha said.

“Look, Pepper is allergic to strawberries and if I bring home strawberries to her one more time, she’ll probably leave me,” Tony defended.

“Tony! Park. The damn. Car,” you practically growled.

Tony parked the car and everyone got out. You ran out to the farm and quickly got a basket to pick some strawberries.

Steve laughed at you as you ran through the field. Everyone was excited, but no one was as excited as you. He imagined himself running with you and feeding you strawberries. Friends can do that, right?

“Fuck it, I’m getting some strawberries. I’ll just eat ‘em by myself,” Tony said as he handed the farmer twenty dollars. “We can eat them on the ride.”

Everyone picked a basket of strawberries and already began to sit down and eat them. Peter and Wanda played with the farmer’s puppies.

“Hey, we should probably get back on the road. Can someone get Y/N?” Wanda asked.

“I got it,” Steve volunteered, a little too quickly. The rest of the Avengers went back to the car and waited. Steve began to go back into the field to chase you down.

“Y/N! Y/N, we’re leaving now.”

“Oh, ok. I’m coming,” you called over. You pick a couple more strawberries before starting to run over to Steve.

“Ah!” You tripped over a rock and fell. Before you hit the ground, you felt an arm swing around your waist.

Steve stayed quiet as he lifted you up and placed you back on your feet. He handed you back your basket. You bit your lip in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a clutz,” you gave him a weak laugh.

“It’s ok. I um… We should get back.”

What was he about to say?

—

One more day and a lot of pee breaks later, you were finally at the campsite in Montana. You all trudged into the forest and finally, you found a good spot to set up.

“Ok, now we can fit two people in each tent. Everyone partner up!” Tony yelled.

Wanda partnered with Vision, Nat went with Bruce, Thor went with Clint, Rhodey went with Tony (they let Peter join them because Tony brought a really big tent for himself). Steve was about to go up to Bucky and ask if wanted to bunk together, but before he could, Sam snatched him up.

“Buck? I thought you hated Sam,” Steve asked, confused.

“Nah, it’s fine. We just bicker. Plus, guess who you’re stuck with now.” Bucky winked at him before picking up his tent and leaving with Sam.

Steve’s eyes widened in realization. He quickly turned around to see you, smiling awkwardly and nervously at him. You felt anxious. You didn’t want to ask him to share a tent with you! Would he even want to?

Steve approached you. “Hey, doll. Guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess all the couples kind of stuck together and I’m surprised Bucky and Sam are together. You don’t have to share with me if you don’t want to bu—”

“Woah, doll. Slow down,” he chuckled. “I’m happy to share with you.” You blushed heavily at him and just hoped he didn’t notice.

Steve tried to ignore the blush on your cheeks but it made his heart clench. He could get through this. He could get through this.

A few camp songs and a ton of s’mores later, it was getting late once again. The Avengers retired to their tents to get some sleep.

Steve walked into his tent to find you there.

“Um, where should I change?” you squeaked.

“Oh, uh. You can change here. I’ll just walk out.” Steve’s voice almost cracked at your question. He avoided thinking about it and walked out of the tent.

When you were done, he walked back in and he tried to quell his reaction. You were wearing tiny pajama shorts with an almost see-through white tank top. He could see your nipples poke through your shirt, even though you tried to cover it with your hair. It didn’t work. He swallowed and averted his gaze.

“Er, are you going to change too?” you asked. You shifted your feet awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah. But you can stay. I don’t want you to have to put your shoes on to go outside,” Steve answered.

“Ok,” you managed to answer. It came out merely above a whisper. You turned around to face the wall of the tent so Steve could change. You were in the same area of confined space with the person you had a massive crush on while he changed. Great.

Eventually, you turned back around to see Steve in loose sweatpants and no shirt. You had to bite your lip again just to keep yourself from letting out a moan. He looked so good. You imagined what it would be like if he took you right in the forest.

“Sorry, I usually sleep without a shirt. But I can put one on,” Steve blurted out, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Huh? Oh no, it’s ok!” you said quickly. “If that’s how you normally sleep, then feel free. It’s perfectly fine.”

Suddenly, you shivered as you realized just how cold it was without your sweatshirt.

“I should have brought warmer pajamas,” you muttered.

“If you’re cold, you can um...you can share my sleeping bag with me. It can fit both of us. You don’t have to. Only if you’re comfortable.” Steve realized how dumb that sounded and began to suggest another option. “Or maybe Tony has some more blankets.”

“Could I sleep with you?” you asked him quietly. You played with the hem of your shirt. A nervous habit which Steve had noticed a while ago. He loved your little nervous habits.

“Yeah,” he breathed out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sat back down into his sleeping bag and you climbed in with him. He scooted as far away from you as possible to avoid making you uncomfortable. But much to his disbelief, you snuggled up into his chest, making contact with him as much as possible.

You were so cold, you tried to take all of Steve’s heat. You just hoped he was ok with it.

Steve almost sighed at the feeling of having you so close to him. Sure, he’d hugged you before, but having you close like this, was something completely different. He felt himself harden at the feeling of you rubbing up against him to gain friction to heat yourself up. In the process, you had accidentally rubbed your leg against him and he had to suppress a moan.

Soon, you fell asleep in Steve's arms and he fell asleep with his face covered in your hair.

—

“Up and at ‘em crew!”

You jumped at Sam's voice. Everyone got up from their tents. Nat, Clint, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Rhodey were out in a couple of seconds. The others took a little longer, including you and Steve.

You were hesitant to leave his arms, but you would have to get up at some point.

You didn't really know what to say to him, so you remained silent while you both changed, your backs turned.

You walked out of the tent with Steve to see the group standing around.

“You took a long time to get ready,” Wanda whispered to you. “Any reason?”

“Um no?” you mumbled, playing with the buttons on your flannel.

Wanda didn't say anything in response but you saw the suspicion is her eyes. She gave you a light pat on your shoulder and turned her attention to Vision.

“Everybody got everything?” Bucky asked.

“Alright let's go!” Clint yelled.

They decided to go on a hike through the forest, walk up part of the mountain nearby, and finally end up at a waterfall that dumped into a lake.

After a couple of hours, you made it to the cliffside pathway of the mountain.

You took your camera out to take pictures of the group. Your favourite one was of Steve and Bucky looking at the view.

“I see the lake waterfall!” Bruce said. Peter, Thor, and Clint ran ahead of the group to see the large lake.

Finally, the Avengers arrived to the large lake. They set up the things they brought and sat to enjoy the view.

Bruce and Clint taught Thor and Peter how to fish, Rhodey tried to pry Tony’s tech away from him, Bucky, Steve, and Vision began to make a fire, and you, Wanda, and Nat started to take a walk around the lake.

“So, Steve huh?” Nat asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

“We know you like him,” Wanda explained.

“Well I— I don't… I mean I…” you sighed. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only to us,” Nat reassured. “Steve, on the other hand, is totally blowing his cover?”

“What do you mean?”

“He likes you too. He's so bad at covering it up,” Wanda laughed.

“You should tell him you like him,” Nat urged, giving you a slight nudge.

“What? No! I can't tell him. He-He doesn't like me like that. We're friends.”

“Are you kidding? Rogers is practically in love with you, Y/N,” Nat scoffed.

“The way he looks at you… isn't the way someone looks at a friend,” Wanda stopped walking to look at you. She looked serious. “Believe me, Y/N. He loves you.”

—

The sun started to set and the Avengers began to settle down by the fire. But you couldn't sit down. You were filled with anxiety.

Did Steve really love you? Did he really look at you the way Wanda said he did?

You needed to clear your head. You decided to go for a swim. It was dark, so you stripped out of your clothes, leaving just your bra and panties on, behind a rock near the waterfall and jumped into the cold water.

You swam underneath the waterfall to have some time to yourself and think things over. There was a large opening made of stone in the cliff behind the waterfall.

You sat down facing the waterfall and placed your head in your hands.

“Y/N.” You heard someone moan your name.

You yelped and stood up. It was Steve. Bare naked. And masturbating. To you. You gasped and turned around. You blushed profusely.

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here,” you apologized. You suddenly realized how little you were wearing as well and your blush grew.

“Oh God, I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't mean for you to see… Um. You can turn around now. I put some pants on,” Steve said nervously. You slowly turned around with your hands trying to cover yourself. He gave you a weak smile.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“I-It's ok. I mean I just heard my name so I looked behind me and… ” you stuttered.

“I'm so sorry. This is really embarrassing. I didn't um…”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He placed his hand on the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Do you like me?” You walked closer to him. You felt yourself grow wet.

“I-I uh…” He sighed in defeat. “Y/N, I'm in love with you.”

“You-You are?” You felt your breath hitch.

He nodded slightly in reply, still avoiding your gaze.

You closed the space in between the two of you and he looked down at you.

“I love you too, Steve,” you breathed.

He met your eyes with his in surprise. “You do?”

You nodded and smiled.

Steve couldn’t believe it. You loved him? You were in love with him… Before thinking, Steve grabbed your face and kissed you. It was hungry—like he had been starved of you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face. It grew more and more heated. His hands lowered to your hips and he began moving you to the wall of the stone cliff. Your back hit the wall and you broke off the kiss.

“I want you,” you cooed. You rubbed your hips against him to gain some friction. He moaned, nut held your hips firm and closed his eyes shut.

He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, God yes. Steve, I want you.” You started to unbuckle his pants and pulled them down, releasing his hard cock. You moaned at the sight. You started to lower yourself to have a taste, but Steve stopped you.

“You first, princess.” He unclasped your bra and moved your panties to the side. He stuck a finger into your dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet.” You whimpered at his touch, but you craved more. “Steve please,” you begged. “I need you so much.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Steve whispered. “Now that I have you, I’m taking my time.” He took his finger out of you and you sighed at the loss. You gasped when you left his tongue lick a stripe along your clit.

“Oh God, Steve,” you moaned. He continued to lick your clit. He stuck two fingers in your cunt and began to move them in and out. You were a moaning mess. “Oh… Yes. Oh my god, Steve. Steve!”

You felt yourself reaching your high when Steve removed his fingers once again and stood up. You were about to protest when Steve crashed his lips onto yours. You moaned his mouth. He tugged at your panties and ripped them off of you before tossing them to the side. You felt the tip of his cock poke into your opening.

“Are you ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, Steve. I need you so bad,” you moaned against his mouth.

Slowly, he sheathed himself inside of you. He grunted and suppressed a moan. “God, you’re so tight.”

Eventually, you moved your hips to tell him you were ready for him to start moving. He began to slowly thrust into you, pushing you further into the wall. “Y/N, God, I love you so much,” he grunted. You shifted your hips slightly, which caused him to let out a moan.

He started to thrust into you faster. You continued to moan and buried your nose into his shoulder. You felt your high coming again. “Steve,” you whimpered. “I-I gonna cum!”

“Me too, doll,” he grunted. He brought his hand to your clit and began to rub it quickly. You let out a loud moan. “Come on, doll. Cum for me.”

“Oh, oh Steve! Oh God! Steve,” you moaned as your pussy throbbed and you came over his cock. Steve was close behind as he let go inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

“That was so much better than I ever imagined it,” you breathed as you came down from your high.

“You imagined it?” Steve asked, smiling at you.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.

“Y/N?” Steve said softly, brushing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response.

“I meant what I said,” he continued. “I love you.”

“I did too,” you said, looking up at his bright blue eyes. “I love you.”

Steve kissed you again, softer and more affectionate this time.

“Maybe we should get back to the group. We’re probably leaving now,” Steve said. You began to pick up your clothes.

“Maybe we can have a round two in the tent,” you suggested, putting your bra on.

“If you can stay quiet while I fill you up again,” Steve said. You bit your lip to hide your moan.

“Come on. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get to it. We do share a tent after all.”

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that-yandere-life · 5 years

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Who Hides In The Darkness- Chapter Fifteen: The Final Hour *Finale*

Mini Recap- Chapter Fourteen:

“Rest, that is all I can say. We will all need therapy after this, the worst part is we don’t even know who is really doing this. I know it’s not us, but can it be Peter? I just don’t think so, could someone have faked their death to torment us? At this point I don’t have any more of a clue than I did when we started this whole fiasco.”Bruce explained softly his curls bouncing as he ran his fingers stiffly through them.

“I’m sure we will find out as we approach, the final hour.”Tony stated as he set an alarm on his watch so they could be ready to go immediately when they arrived.

Chapter Fifteen: The Final Hour

Somewhere along the lines you had fallen into a state of unconsciousness, not even dreaming you were so exhausted. Waking up your limbs ached as you realized you were tied to a chair in the middle of a relatively empty room. Looking around you felt mass confusion as to what was going on, last you knew you were safe in a bed. Did the rest die leaving you with the killer in the end? What was their true intention with you?

Each question led to more questions, just like the entire situation had done the whole time. Hearing a click you noticed that the only access door was about to open, revealing your captor behind it. Inhaling sharply you held your breath in wait, unable to fathom who was the one orchestrating all of this madness. “Peter?”You exhaled harshly in disbelief. “You are the one killing people?!”You exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Well yes, and no. I couldn’t pull all of this off by myself. That would be way too hard going against every single Avenger alone.”Peter chuckled darkly as he walked further into the room stopping before you. “It was my idea I’ll give you that much, but I knew that I needed help. But we will get to that part in a minute. Don’t you want to know my motivations?”He asked obviously toying with you.

“Why Peter? They were your family! Your friends!”You cried out unable to process the information just given to you. “They loved you…”You added barely above a whisper.

“This might be true, but all of them wanted you for themselves. Always flirting with you, always touching you, trying to gain your favor. You should have heard some of the disgusting things they have said about you behind your back. It took all of me not to end them right there and then, but a true genius waits for their moment to strike.”Peter explained through gritted teeth as he thought back to former conversations with disdain.

“Peter you know how crazy that sounds right?”You asked not taking your eyes off of him, not that you could defend yourself if he decided to attack you anyway.

“Maybe it is, but you see I don’t think it is as crazy as you are imagining it. It was enough to get more on my side, someone to help me pull this off. Oops, I’m getting ahead of myself again.” Peter chuckled shaking his head. “Where was I? Right, I decided that I needed to not only rid you of possible heartache at the hands of one of them, but to eliminate any competition to be had.”He continued, pacing in front of you.

“The only thing I couldn’t plan for was your reactions, which I will be the first to admit. I didn’t realize how hard you would take it, but I am just glad I was here to hold you together. It was an unexpected consequence and bonus depending on which side of the coin you were on. Now to be fair I only killed one person during this weekend.”Peter sighed caressing the side of your face lovingly with his fingertips.

“Who Peter?! Who did you kill?!”You demanded to know jerking your face away from his touch out of a mix of anger and fear.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but Natasha had to go. I was tired of her constantly taking your attention away from me trying to comfort you. How could she believe that you needed her care more than my own?! I am the one who knows you better than anyone else, better than you ever know yourself!” He growled disappointed you turned away from him.

“Then I set her body in a place where I didn’t think it would get discovered so soon. I thought because of the events that had previously taken place in the Music Room no one would dare step foot in there again. That was my mistake, but thank goodness Loki was there to take all the suspicion off of me.”Peter laughed darkly as he thought back to the events.

At this point you didn’t even know what to say or ask, it was like the air had left your lungs all together. You couldn’t hardly breathe, it was a struggle to take in a single breath. How could your best friend do that? How could he get so lost in the delusions he created in his own mind? “Now I was really just the mastermind, my accomplices have done most of the work. They deserve way more credit for pulling this off than I do.”Peter added before motioning to the door.

“Let us start at the beginning shall we? Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver. I could tell how much he liked you, but the worst part was seeing you start to have feelings for him too. That’s why he had to be the first to go, and I couldn’t have done it without… Dr. Bruce Banner.”Peter smirked as Bruce walked into the room with a confident grin on his features.

“It was all too easy to replace his beloved caffeine pills with a slow acting poison, letting it take its course throughout dinner. Of course he only took them because he was expecting some action from you. Honestly you really should watch out who you associate with, he has had a different woman in his bedroom every other night since he joined. Clearly he was just interested in your body.”Bruce explained taking his own time now, since he had the spotlight for once.

“I also was the one that dosed most of the alcohol with sleeping pills, effectively knocking most everyone out. Besides us of course, that way Peter was free to take care of Natasha. I’m sure you are shocked to hear that I let him since we have been romantically involved in the past. However you have been my target for much longer than she had ever been, it was sad to be sure, but not all out heartbreaking.”Bruce smirked taking his glasses off cleaning them.

“I am sure you saw how Hulk took care of Wanda, neither of us cared much for her anyway. After what she did to us we wanted to outright kill her then and there, but we were held back. Funny thing is yesterday no one was holding us back anymore. We were finally free to take our revenge for the dastardly things she made us do.”Bruce sighed before sliding the glasses back against his temples.

“Back to the story in order, the next after Pietro was Clint. Everyone noticed how touchy feely he was being with you to comfort you after the first death. Instantly he was by your side, and I don’t know if you noticed but he wasn’t as upset as the others over what had happened. Truly he was using it to his advantage to get closer to you without raising suspicions.”Peter stated stepping in front of Bruce again.

“I wasn’t sure how to quickly off Clint because he was already growing suspicious of the man who ended up killing him. Tony knew what to do however, and he took care of the problem faster than I imagined without much trouble at all.”Peter went on pointing to the door as Tony Stark walked in, his typical cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Luckily everyone questioned Steve because of his bizarre disregard for his own orders. Although you should have known that he rarely does what he wants others to do. Always marching to the beat of his own drum instead of following the music. I wasn’t even in the top tier of suspects, showing you just how blind you all were to our actions.”Tony began taking his turn to explain.

“I must admit it turned out more gruesome than I was intending it to, awfully sorry about that.” Tony added with a slight hint of remorse. “Next was Barnes, I have been waiting so long to get my revenge on him. I just had to wait for the right time, for him to be alone without Rogers in the way to screw it up. Unfortunately it was all too easy to gain their trust, just make it seem like I forgave him.”He scoffed looking down at his fingernails before turning his attention back to you.

“Of course he put up a fight until he saw my face, then it was like he understood and just gave up. That was the only unsatisfying part, he just let me enact my retribution upon him. I had to avenge my mother, it was something that I never really gave up on. Watching the light leave his eyes made me finally feel like the weight of the world was off my shoulders.”Tony further explained.

“They always tell you that it won’t change anything, that it won’t make you feel any better about the situation. God they were wrong, so deliciously wrong. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and nothing gets colder than the Winter Soldier lying in a pool of his own blood. Not to mention his best friend joining him shortly after, when I stabbed him in the back like he did to me.”Tony laughed maniacally tipping his head back, his entire body shaking with it.

“The poetic irony was just too sweet for me to ignore, and it made you trust Peter even more. The performance he gave was deserving of an Oscar if I dare do say myself. Then there were the little things that we all set up together as part of this little horror show. I made a special rig to make the shower rain blood onto whoever used it. Originally it wasn’t intended for you, but it set the stage all too well in the end.”Tony continued on reveling in the true horror you displayed in your eyes.

“Then there was the piano with the blood, and the pig heads inside of it. A design all three of us worked on together, we knew that Loki would go in there at some point. Worked out for us that you just happened to be with him at the same time. All the pieces seemed to fall into place without us intending for you to be caught in the crossfire. It heightened everyone’s stress level including your own.”Bruce cut in making sure that not one piece of the plan went without notice.

“That meant that everyone was focused on your well being and not their own safety. The blatant disregard for all of that just let us work under the radar the entire time. Thor killing Sam was helpful, however also confusing at first until Wanda cleared it up for everyone, then Steve took care of him. Really they just made our jobs that much easier to complete.”Peter smirked as the other two put their arms around his shoulders with pride.

“So what now? You killed everyone, I’m the only one left. I will never be in love with any of you, I can’t even look at you without wanting to be sick.”You spat venomously, tears streaming down your cheeks nearly endlessly. “I just want this all to be a bad dream, I want to wake up and everyone be okay again.”You sobbed, your body hardly able to move against the restraints keeping you firmly against the chair.

“I’m afraid my dear, you don’t have a choice. The way we see it, here we are standing before you. While there you are at our mercy. While we have no intentions of hurting you, but we also have no intentions on letting you go. You belong to us, and nothing you say or do is going to change that.”Tony smirked crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“We love you in a way no one else can ever, we killed to keep you safe. We will do anything necessary to keep you at our side. While you might be able to take one of us, there is no way you can battle all three of us. Besides no one even knows you are here besides maybe Loki, and he would never return here if he knows what is good for him.”Peter smiled softly patting your shoulder as you cried.

“I’ll just re-introduce him to the Hulk, I bet they would get along famously now. Now that he doesn’t have to hold back against the puny God as my green counterpart called him.”Bruce cackled watching you in fascination. “Don’t worry, you will learn to accept us for who we are. Men who have embraced the darkness in their hearts in an attempt to gain your own. After all Stockholm Syndrome will take over and you will ease into your new life before you know it.”He added plainly.

“I will never give in, no matter how hard you try to get me to. I can’t be broken.”You sniffled trying to regain your composure.

“Oh but we already have, you should have seen yourself a few hours ago. A complete blank stare, space being more interesting than what going on around you. The cracks along the edges are already showing darling, it’s just a matter of time before the dam gives way.”Tony told you with a sympathetic look.

“What about earlier when you were telling each other you didn’t know who was doing all of this? If you were all in on it why would you even say anything about it?”You asked clenching your fists tightly, your knuckles turning bright white.

“You were still awake and listening even if you were seemingly out of it. We couldn’t chance talking in front of you about the plan. Not when we had a much more dramatic way of telling you everything.”Bruce scoffed rolling his eyes. “I am sure you realize by now that the reveal was Tony’s idea.”

“Yeah yeah, I mean what is the point of doing all of this if we don’t get to tell the story from our point of view?”Tony grumbled glaring daggers at Bruce.

“Enough you two, now the story is told. It’s time to move on to the next chapter, the chapter where our love is proven. A tale beginning with murder, devious tricks, and things that go bump in the night… turned into a love story. One that you will tell our children someday, one that will live on long after we are all gone….”Peter sighed happily as he started to untie you. “One that we will cherish for all eternity.”

[Well, it’s over lovelies! (Until the Epilogue, and Alternate Endings!) After that Ultron’s Vengeance will be starting up! Let me know if you guessed the ending, or if you didn’t see it coming?! Thank you all for your general support on my first series on the page! I appreciate you all! <3 <3 <3]

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In that moment - Steve Rogers

Already posted this to Wattpad but figured I could share it here too. This is the last chapter of the book😭

CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS! (Only posting because the ban lifts TODAY.)

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The events of what Doctor Strange had labeled The Endgame, had left Elodie broken. Sure they got Wanda, Peter and half of the universe back, but they lost so much more. Morgan lost her father, Pepper lost her husband, we lost our Stark.

Natasha gave her life for the soul stone. The bravest, most selfless woman Elodie had ever met and would remember her for the rest of her life. She would treasure the memories of all of the sleepovers, training session and early morning missions. The time that Nat thought her 14 ways to kill a man with an iPhone charger.

After the funerals of both Tony and Natasha, the group (consisting of Elodie, Bruce, Sam, Bucky And Steve) collected some Pym Particles from a no-longer-dusted Hank and planned a trip back through the Quantum Realm.

Steve donned the suit once more and prepared to return all of the stones to their correct timelines, as Banner was warned by the Ancient one that their would be great consequences should they fail.

"It's going to be ok." Steve nodded, letting his hand trace over Elodie's soft cheek. She looked up at him with weary eyes, not feeling confident about this plan.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" She offered, knowing that she'd feel a lot better if she were with him.

Steve shook his head. "You'll be safe here with Bucky and Sam. They'll take care of you."

Elodie furrowed her brows, wondering why he was being so weird. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it." He smiled sadly, knowing that this I was the last time he'd see her for a while. He pressed his lips to hers and held her as tight as he could. "I love you."

"I love you, Steve." She replied without missing a beat.

Bucky cleared his throat and pulled a face at the couple. "Come on punk, don't I deserve a hug?"

Steve nodded and wondered over to his best friend, pulling him in for a warm embrace. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"How can I." Bucky paused, remembering word for word the exact line Steve had uttered to him over 70 years ago. "You're taking all of the stupid with you."

Steve shook his head and let out an emotion filled laugh. He shared a hug with Sam and gave Elodie one last wave before stepping into the centre of the time machine-esque device.

"Alright Cap." Bruce said from his position over at the controls. "In 3, 2, 1." He pressed the button and Steve shrunk down through the Quantum Realm.

Bruce then began counting down to bring him back. "3, 2, 1." He pressed the button. Nothing happened.

"Where is he?" Elodie asked looking at Bruce with wide eyes.

Bucky looked down at the ground, feeling sadness for the girl. Knowing exactly what Steve had done he opened his mouth to say something only for Elodie's frantic voice to cut him off.

"Bring him back." She instructed. Bruce was pressing all of the buttons, but there was nothing he could do. He gave Elodie a sympathetic shrug and told her it wasn't working. "No...no. Bruce please..." Her voice was soft yet so broken. She sounded like she was about to crumble into a thousand tiny pieces.

Hearing a cough, Bucky looked around. He spotted an older gentleman on the bench by the lake and he sighed. He looked back at Elodie who was sobbing into her hands. He couldn't watch her hurt anymore. He walked over to her and put an around her. "Look up." He instructed and she shook her head. He softly raised his hand to remove hers from covering her eyes.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the man sitting on the bench. Her chest tightened, feeling like her heart had clenched. She shook her head. He wouldn't...Steve would never...did he? A thousand questions ran through her mind as she looked between him, Bucky and Sam.

Sam was just as shocked as El. He stood with his arms folded and jaw clenched, not believing his best friend would choose to leave his family when they had just got back.

"Go to him." Bucky whispered softly to El, giving her a gentle nudge forward, knowing otherwise she'd stubbornly stand still until someone else made a move.

Elodie didn't want to believe that Steve chose to stay and so was hoping that something had gone wrong. She wanted to sit beside him and for him to tell her that his suit had broke or he had run out of particles.

She slowly sat down on the bench, she could feel his eyes on her. She didn't want to look at him, because she knew as soon as she sees his face, the reality would set in and this would all be real.

"Elodie..." His voice was deeper, croakier. She could tell he smiled as he spoke and it made her feel guilty, he was happy.

She knew she had to face this, that she couldn't wallow in this forever. She glanced back at him, she had to stop herself from gasping. It was Steve. A much older, greyer Steve. His face, neck and hands were covered in wrinkles and age spots. His eyes had the same sparkle and life as it did before he left.

"Steve." She let out a strangled sob, trying to hold it in so she wouldn't upset him.

"Please don't cry." Steve asked, knowing that she would be hurt by his selfish move. A lot of people would be. "My intention was never to hurt you, please know that. I just needed to see what my future would have been."

"And?" She asked with a shaky voice, not knowing if she wanted to hear the answer.

"It was perfect." Steve replied with a gentle nod.

She let out a deep breath that she didn't even realise she was holding in. She nodded a little too fast and looked away for a moment. Then she said something that Steve truly wasn't expecting.

"I'm happy for you Steve, I really am. And I'm glad you got your perfect future, but in doing so you took mine away from me."

Steve's smile sank. He knew when he was leaving that she would be hurt, but he expected her to realise how much this meant to him. He didn't consider Elodie when he thought about Peggy, he saw his opportunity and jumped.

"You never told me about her." Elodie started. He then realised that she had stopped crying, she had sat up straight and was now calm and collected.

"Pardon?" Steve asked.

"You never told me about Peggy." Elodie shrugged, remembering all the times they'd have deep conversations and talk about exes. "Whenever I'd ask about her you'd brush it off and tell me that she was a very important piece of your past, but I was your future. I believed you."

"I'm sorry El." He shook his head. "But I knew from the moment I met her, that she was my one true love."

Elodie smiled. "That's sweet. And I'm really happy you got that Steve. I know I must seem incredibly bitter and selfish, but I am happy for you. I want you to know that I'm glad that you got to get married, possibly have kids and grow old with your true love. I'm just...temporarily hurt."

"You know I've seen the future play out, El." Steve nodded, looking forward into the lake. "You'll get your turn. Your wedding, children, growing old with your true love."

That idea made her feel warm and fuzzy, knowing that she would someday experience true love again.

"So why'd you come back?" She asked with intrigue.

"I've got something I need to pass on." He said with a wink, looking down at the side of the bench. Elodie looked over and spotted the familiar item, she smiled.

"Which one?"

"Sam." Steve nodded, he sighed and sat up right. "He'll make a fine Captain."

"You know we have a few of those now." Elodie started and they both laughed, Steve chuckled a yes. "You'll always be our favourite, Cap."

"I appreciate that. But Carol's way cooler and Sam's funnier. I was too serious." He joked.

"You were incredible." Elodie said genuinely. "You changed my life. Gave me a job, hope. A new family. You showed me that I was more than pink hair and plucky attitude. You showed me love. I'll never forget you Rogers."

Her mini monologue meant a lot to Steve. Just knowing that she would be able to move on while treasuring their memories, it settled his overactive mind.

"You know I wasn't lying." Steve looked over at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I love you El."

"But you loved her more." Elodie said and he nodded. "I'll love you forever, Steve. We all will. Speaking off, you have couple idiots back there waiting for you."

"Will you do me a favour?" Steve asked and she nodded. "Will you send Sam over first?"

"Of course. See you around?"

"I'll be at the nursing home." He joked. "A game of shuffleboard soon?"

"Only if we can have an early bird lunch after?"

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Elodie's POV

I ambled back to the boys with a content smile on my face. "Sam, Grandpa Cap wants a word."

Not needing to be told any more information, Sam took in a deep breath and began walking towards his old friend.

I stopped beside Bucky who put a comforting arm around my shoulder and pulled me in close.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I will be."

We watched with smiles on our faces as Steve handed his shield over to Sam. Our new captain.

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