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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 9 months

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Accidentally Finding Family (Bucky Barnes X Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC, PARENTAL

Characters: Bucky Barnes X Teen!Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: HYDRA, mention of kidnapping, mention of torture, mention of death of family, mention of amputation

Request: Hi can I request a teen reader where she is kind of like Bucky and is a hydra agent that is from the 40s and the team finds her in a base in cryofreeze and Steve and Bucky help her learn to adjust to the future and maybe Bucky helps her deal with nightmares? Or maybe she also has a metal arm and he helps her become less insecure about it idk. Also she ends up seeing Steve and Bucky as parental figures with cute family bonding? Sorry if that’s all over the place!

“Do you have any goals you have in mind for the next year or so? Next five years?” The question, targeted at Bucky, was being asked by his therapist. A few months ago, Bucky wasn’t sure what he would have answered with. A few months ago, Bucky was still filled with grief of a life lost, a life tainted with torture, his memories torn and ripped to shreds with only little fragments he could make out. But Bucky had done a hell of a lot of healing since rejoining his best friend. With therapy, Steve and Wanda’s help, those shreds of his past were being sewn back together, he’d come to accept that while his past is something he’d never fully recover from, he was still in possession of a young body, ready to try to live the life he actually wanted to live before HYDRA. A life with his new friends, and his one old one. He was ready to look into the future.

He sat back, relaxing into the settee, thinking to himself, before he let his thoughts leave his mouth. “A family.” He started. He looked over at his therapist, who smiled, nodding and notioning him to elaborate. “I loved looking after my little sister before the war. I loved looking out for Steve when he was still a punk… I think it’s always been a part of me to want to look after and care for people. Biological or adopted… the idea of having a child, someone to look after, someone to care for, be there for… to be needed by someone… I’d like that.”

“That’s definitely a doable goal I think. I think you’re finally in a place where you’d be able to be a caregiver. If you want to be sure, there are volunteering positions to help people at events- young children, camps for teenagers, so on, so forth. There’s also courses to give people more skills and knowledge on raising children that I can enrol you in?” She suggested. Bucky agreed. Not long after all of that, the session ended, and Bucky began his walk back to base to see if anyone had heard from the rest of the team yet. Almost all of the Avengers- except Bruce- had gone out on a mission. Originally he had been meant to go himself, but when the team found out that he had a session booked the same day and he might not make it, they removed him from it, knowing that his healing is far more important than another gun on their already overpowered team.

About halfway through the walk, was when his phone in his pocket buzzed repeatedly. He felt it easily, and he pulled the phone out, seeing Steve’s name on the front, and he answered it, pressing the phone to his ear. “Hey Steve, I’m on my way back now, are you already back?” He asked Steve, continuing his walk.

“Bucky I need to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me to the best of your ability.” Steve’s serious tone made Bucky freeze on the side of the street. His eyes darted around the busy streets, finding a corner that was silent and hidden in shadows, and dashing over to it, before answering Steve.

“Alright. Ask away.” Bucky answered.

“Do you know of any other Winter Soldiers?” Steve asked, and immediately Bucky’s heart thudded.

“N-No. Wait, did you find more?” Bucky asked.

“We don’t know… she’s a kid, Buck.” Steve answered. Bucky wanted to be sick, his mind already racing on what exactly they had found. A girl, a young girl, a child, according to Steve. And from whatever information and evidence they had found, it was enough to point them back to the Winter Soldier program and him. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut.

“Is she alive?”

“Yeah. Yeah she’s alive, we’re trying to treat her for a few injuries, but we’re having issues… James I think… she’d really benefit with you being here.” He told his best friend. That seemed odd to Bucky. He was a mythical monster to the other weapons of HYDRA, used to scare them into obeying, and he had no doubt that stories of him, even after he had escaped, would have been used to bring fear, especially to children. Still, he trusted Steve and his judgement.

“Alright. I’ll be there soon.” Bucky answered shortly, hanging up, and his once leisurely stroll back to base, turned into a long sprint marathon.

He arrived back in less than 20 minutes, finding Natasha already waiting for him, her motioning for him to follow her. “How did you find her?” He asked her.

“They realised we were attacking them and raised the alarm, and seemingly let her loose with some of their other agents to try and slow us down. That didn’t happen though.” Natasha explained, power walking through the base.

“What do you mean it didn’t happen?” Bucky asked.

“She turned on them. She killed several of the guards and scientists herself and we found her in the process of trying to kill the head researcher. He’s getting medical care- it’s 50/50 whether he’ll live or not, not that I really care. After we stopped her, she surrendered to us, but she’s not talking and won’t let anyone touch her. We really don’t want to restrain her Buck, since that will undoubtedly make her worse, but I realised she was bleeding from her leg and we think she’s been shot but we can’t treat her.” Natasha explained, stopping at a door, and finally turning to him.

“How can I help with this? If anything, she’s going to have heard about me and become terrified.” He questioned, her features softening into a sad smile.

“Can you take your jacket off and your glove? So she can see it?” She asked. Bucky’s eyes darted down to his arm, flexing his robotic fingers, before looking up at Natasha, unsure and confused. “We’ll introduce you, just… be as soft and kind as possible with her, okay? Trust me.” She asked. Bucky sighed, and with some hesitance, he removed his glove, shoving it into his jacket pocket, before pulling his jacket off, leaving him with just his short sleeve shirt, his arm on full display. Bucky nodded to her, and she opened the door, stepping in and aside to let him in.

“Come on kiddo, I promise it’ll be over before you know it.” Bucky walked into the scene of Tony trying to talk to you, offering a small bag of fruity snacks, though you kept your head down and totally ignored his presence beside you. Bruce was on the other side of you, looking lost on what he can do without making anything worse. Steve was leant against the nearby wall, spotting Bucky and Nat first, and he stood up straight. Bucky glanced at him, before properly looking at you, and when he did, he understood.

You were sitting on the medical bed, legs stretched out, your head low, and your arms hugged against your body. Your arms were what Bucky hyper fixated on. They were metal, both of them, all the way up to the shoulders. You had tucked your arms to the best of your ability under the thin blanket that already had a growing blood stain where one of your legs were. Bucky wasn’t sure what had happened to you that meant you had to have both your arms amputated and replaced by robotic ones, or even if there was a reason or if they just did that, but that didn’t matter right now. You were clearly uncomfortable with them being seeing, and your hatred for being touched was something that Bucky empathised with.

“Thanks for coming so quickly.” Steve spoke up, making Tony and Bruce turn as well, and after a moment, Bucky watched as your eyes also looked up to see who was there, and met his. He was convinced he’d see you flinch, be terrified, and he would make this whole situation worse, but then your eyes left his, and fell onto his arm, and he watched you relax. You actually relaxed in his presence. That immediately made Bucky relax as well as he slowly stepped closer. Tony moved out of his way so he could be by your side.

“English?” Bucky clarified and you nodded at him. “Alright. I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky. I know better than anyone how scary this all is, and how you probably really don’t want anyone prodding or poking at you anymore.” He spoke softly, keeping eye contact with you. He caught in the corner of his eye that you raised one arm from under the sheets, hesitantly reaching for him, specifically his metal arm. He reached out as well, carefully taking your metal arm in his, and your eyes stared at his arm, as the metal sheets slid and moved to adjust, similar to your own, before you looked back at him.

“They hurt you too?” You asked quietly. Bucky swallowed hard, knowing who ‘they’ were, and he nodded.

“Lost it originally from falling out of a train, but they kidnapped me and did this… my friends have helped me adjust, and they want to help you too.” He explained to you.

“They…” You hesitated, looking down at your hand holding his, before continuing. “They took mine. I don’t know why. They just did.” You explained to him, and Bucky nodded along, listening to you while also clenching his jaw, trying not to cry. Trying not to squeeze your hand on accident because of his anger.

“They were wrong for doing that, they were pure evil, and I promise you, you’re safe now, and they can’t hurt you anymore, I promise.” He smiled reassuringly. “As soon as we tend to that bullet wound, we’ll get you settled in, you can start school, be a normal teenager, or as normal as you can be, how does that sound?” He asked, and after a lot of hesitation, you nodded, and with Bucky holding your hand, you allowed Bruce to tend to your wound.

You didn’t talk to anyone for the first week, other than Bucky, but slowly started talking to the others as time passed. They got you situated in one of the bedrooms on base, but after FRIDAY reported you kept hiding under the bed or locking yourself on purpose in the bathroom and sleeping on the cold tile floor, Bucky made the suggestion to move you into a smaller space. He didn’t have to go into detail when explaining you weren’t used to sleeping on a nice warm bed in a giant room, and how it probably felt alien and wrong to sleep there. Tony didn’t have any rooms that were smaller that could function as a bedroom, and it was Steve who suggested you move into an apartment with one of them, that someone clearly being Bucky. Bucky, like showing up to see you in the first place, wasn’t sure about that idea- worried he’d have a relapse with his nightmares and scare you, but he trusted Steve. Tony paid for an upgraded apartment- a two bedroom in brooklyn, still a small walk away from Steve if he was needed, and Bucky moved all his stuff in before they moved you in.

“This is the place.” Bucky told you, opening the door to the apartment, and you cautiously stepped inside, looking around. Bucky didn’t have a lot of things, so other than a bookshelf crammed with books, an old radio, the bulky television and some photos before the war on one wall and another wall of photos from after escaping HYDRA. James wasn’t sure how you’d react to all this, so he watched you diligently. He walked around, leaning on a wall, just watching you. He saw your eyes look around, before you spotted his old radio- one that was close replica to the ones before the war- and you seemed to relax, before walking over to it, gingerly touching it, before turning it on, tuning it a little, seemingly disappointed at the radio station, before looking around, and spotting the pre-war photographs, and walked over, looking at them, and smiling. “You like them?” Bucky asked, walking over slowly.

“They remind me of before the war.” You commented, before seeming to think and turning to him quickly. “Are you from before the war too?” You asked him. Bucky’s eyebrows pinched together.

“Are you? Y/N, what year did they take you?” He demanded.

“1940… 1945? I think? The war was still on…” You explained to him, looking back at the photos, spotting him in his uniform. “You were a sergeant?”

“Y/N.” Bucky stepped closely, gently grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. “You were kidnapped by HYDRA before the war? You were frozen?” He asked. You nodded. Bucky hated that. He hated that there was yet another thing you shared with him. Metal arms, HYDRA, lives before the war, being weapons, and thrust into a new world. He’d long accepted that it’s just his life now, but that it happened to you? A kid? He hated it. “Y/N… What do you remember about your life before the war?” He asked.

You talked for hours. Sitting down on the couch, you just talked about all you remembered, bits and pieces, sometimes certain memories popping up from talking and you’d interrupt yourself just to talk about them. You told him about your parents, your dad being in the army, your mom working in a factory where they made ammunition and ballistics, where unfortunately an accident happened with fire and an explosion, and your mother was killed, leaving you alone for a period of time with your dad other seas and unable to return, and no other family to care for you, before you were sent to go live with a foster family until after the war. That family were actually HYDRA. You didn’t know what happened to your dad, if he survived the war, and if he did, if he looked for you or if he was told you had died and he moved on, maybe had a new family. Maybe you had a step mother, half siblings, maybe you were an aunt now… but you didn’t know. Bucky took the time to text your dad’s name and rank in the war to Natasha and ask her to look into him, and she responded an hour later with an obituary, and a date of death and cause. Killed in action. Bucky told you the news softly, and it was then you stopped talking. You sat there for a period of time, just processing what he had said, and Bucky remained sat there, waiting for you.

“...I’m alone, aren’t I?” You finally spoke up. “I’ve lost everything.”

“Not necessarily.” Bucky pointed out. “If your dad was in the military, then there’s probably photographs of him. If any photos were taken of you and your family before the war, I know for a fact that Natasha and Tony can find them, and we can get them printed and framed for you, so you can have something of theirs… and you have me.” He told you. You turned to look at him.

“Really?”

“Of course. As long as you need me, I’m there. I’ve been through exactly the same thing as you, I know exactly how you’re feeling and I want you to be happy and to have as close to a normal life as possible. Since you live with me, that makes me your guardian. If you want to go to school, I’ll go to all your parent-teacher meetings and help with your homework. If you want to do after school activities, I’ll go to all your games and shows and awards. If you want to talk about the 1930’s and 40’s, let’s talk about it, if you want to talk about what happened with HYDRA, let’s talk about it or we can try therapy if you want. Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll support you no matter what. I’m here for you, no matter what, and I’m not going anywhere.” He told you. You didn’t respond at first, and when you did, you didn’t respond with words. Instead, you crawled across the couch to be closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, and resting your head on his shoulder, and Bucky hugged you back.

“I’d like that. Thank you.” He heard you speak. He held you as the sun went down, and only after realizing you had fallen asleep and he was gonna have to carry you to bed, that he realized something. He’d done it. He’d reached his goal that he had set with his therapist just over a month ago. It was totally unconventional, nothing he could have predicted, but he’d gotten his family. He’d found the child he wanted, the person he wanted to care and be there for, to watch grow and thrive and to help them with that. He’d found you.

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scarlettflame19 · 2 years

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Bucky: Guess what Y/n? Y/n: What is it?

Steve: Bucky and I are adopting a kid

Y/n: Congrats. Who’s the lucky kid?

Bucky slamming adoption papers in front of Y/n: It’s you sign here

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moiravim · 1 year

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Sam and Bucky taking in Steve's child/teen

Platonic Bucky x gn!yn

Platonic Sam x gn!yn

Summary: Bucky and Sam Being loving, overprotective father figures for Steve's child.

You were heartbroken when Steve didn't come back after returning the infinity stones. You were also betrayed that he talked to Bucky about it but not you.

Sam saw how uncomfortable you were around Bucky and immediately took you in. You stayed with him and started healing from the pain your father left you with.

When you cry over your dad, Sam pulls you into a hug and holds you tightly. He rubs your back in hopes of comforting you.

Eventually you start to miss Bucky so Sam starts to get in contact with him. Both are extremely overprotective of you and treat you like your their own child.

You are closer to Sam because of the time spent with him after loosing your dad, so Bucky gets jealous and tries to win you over.

They joke a lot about who you like more. If John Walker messes with you, he'll have to deal with two pissed off dads. Let's just say he won't be near you again.

Bucky tells you stories about your dad and what he was like before Captain America. Sometimes the two of you cry while thinking of happy memories with Steve.

Bucky and Sam love you more than life itself and are willing to do anything to keep you happy.

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marvelflame2010 · 1 year

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Y/n walking into Bucky's room: Dad, I need dating advice

Bucky: Who's ass do I have to beat up?

Y/n: It's M.J.

Bucky: Oh. What have you done so far?

Y/n: Been nice, stand up for her when Flash teases her, give her book recommendations, and help her with homework

Bucky: Ok, you are off to a great start. Before we get started, I need you to get a pen and paper, and a protein bar

Y/n: Ok, I can understand the pen and paper, but what's with the protein bar?

Bucky: I'm hungry

Y/n: Oh. That makes sense

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inlovewhithafairytale · 3 months

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

Pilot-01x01 part 1 part 2

Flashbacks

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

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bisexuawolfsalt · 8 months

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anybody have some good Father!Bucky fics?

#bucky barnes #Father!Bucky #bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x teen!reader #bucky fluff #bucky x teenager hydra assassin #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you” with characters of your choice from marvel ❤️

A/N: Set during TFATWS, in Latvia.

“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”

You, still in the midst of dispelling the remembrance of a bad dream from your sleep-riddled brain, jolted on the couch. If you hadn’t been awake before, stirred by the sudden whistling of the kettle, you certainly were now.

Sitting up, you blinked to clear the haze of sleep, catching the dark outline of someone in the kitchen area of the room. You could tell it was neither Sam nor Bucky, but you felt secure enough in your deduction that anyone harbouring ill intentions towards you most certainly wouldn’t have wasted time boiling a kettle before heading over to the couch. Even as your eyes adjusted to the dark and you noticed with a slight leap of your heart that it was Zemo, you didn’t feel as alert as Bucky probably hoped you would be.

You shook your head lightly and rubbed at your eyes with your fists, then let loose a yawn. “Don’t worry,” you said tiredly, “I should probably thank you.”

Zemo rounded the kitchen counter with a mug of something in one hand. “Thank me?” he asked, taking a sip.

You hesitated. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with about your sleeping issues. You weren’t sure Zemo was the type of person you wanted to get into conversation with, full stop.

“Never mind,” you said, pulling the couch throw up to your chin as you leant against the back of your seat.

Zemo walked towards you, very likely aware that your eyes were following his every move. Still, he didn’t let it deter him as he seated himself on the edge of the l-shaped sofa, crossing one leg over the other and settling back with his drink. He turned to look at you, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips. “I insist.”

Something about the way he said it urged you on. You weren’t sure what exactly it was, but there seemed to be some intonation of familial assurance that you didn’t get from many people nowadays. Whatever it was, you found your muscles slackening as the tension crawled slowly out of your body and you subconsciously picked at a loose thread on the throw. You peered up at him, finding his expression to be one of patience.

“I was having a nightmare,” you elaborated. “But you woke me up, so thanks.”

Zemo nodded once and then turned his head, gently swirling the mug and watching its contents as it spun in fluid circles. “You have nightmares often?” he asked a moment later, and you felt your guard build itself back up once more.

“What’s it to you?”

Zemo’s brows rose and he took one hand from the mug to hold his palm up in front of him, an offer of peace. You doubted he knew you were wary of such questions because you knew all too well how quickly Zemo could turn the most insignificant of information against someone, but he seemed contrite all the same.

“I am just...finding common ground,” he admitted. “Again, I apologise.”

You frowned, your fingers pausing in their pulling of the thread. “You have nightmares too?”

Zemo lowered his hand and shrugged lightly. “Most nights, yes. I dream of my family and all that happened to them.” He paused for a second, a familiar fire of agony blazing in his eyes, but he pushed it aside with ease, sitting straighter. “And you?” he asked, mostly without thinking but also with the hope you felt more comfortable now that he’d cracked open his door.

You caught your tongue between your teeth as you thought. There wasn’t one straight answer. “They...” you began, returning to the thread. “I dream about a lot of things. All the threats we’ve had to deal with. All the...the losses. All the stress of the years since...well. Since the beginning, really.” You let out an unamused laugh at that. “They all kind of merge together, I guess. I don’t know.” You slunk down the back of the couch slightly, almost ashamed to be speaking so vulnerably to a man you should hate. Alas, he’d been helpful so far with the mission to find Karli Morgenthau, and you were incredibly tired of hating people who didn’t deserve it anymore.

Zemo nodded assuredly this time. “I understand,” he told you. “Is that why you are sleeping here?” His lip twitched when your eyes glinted in the little light the moon gave you through the open window as you flicked them up to meet his gaze. He’d read you well. He was glad he still had that superpower out of all the ones fatherhood had bestowed upon him.

“I had a nightmare about Red Skull last night. I didn’t wanna wake anyone up if it happened to return tonight and I, you know...” You shrugged. “Screamed.’

“And tonight? You said I had woken you from a nightmare tonight.” You took too long to answer this time, so he figured he’d crossed an imaginary line. He changed his question. “Have you told James?”

Another unamused scoff, though this time it was quiet and short-lasting. “He doesn’t need anything else to worry about,” you insisted. Bucky knew about your nightmares, just as you knew about his, but it was rare either of you ever discussed them. If you awoke with a scream, he would run to you and sit with you until you fell back asleep. If he awoke in the same manner, you’d rush to his door, knock, and ask if he was alright. Sometimes, he’d say yes. Most often, he’d say no, but you knew it was safe to go in either way.

Zemo clucked his tongue and lifted a leg to cross underneath him. “Ah,” he said, “I don’t believe Mr. Barnes will ever stop worrying about you, nightmares or no.” He extended an arm then, the one holding the mug, and he nodded his head towards it when you didn’t react. “Please, try this. It is a recipe I used to make for my son when he had nightmares, and later for myself. I learnt it from my grandmother. It helps.”

You swallowed and stared at the mug, unsure if you should accept your fate and take it, or if you should hazard a guess at what was inside it before you inadvertently downed poison. The look in Zemo’s eyes assured you though, and you leant forward to take it from him, holding it with two hands.

“Don’t you want it?” He’d obviously made it for himself, so you knew he’d woken from his own nightmare.

He waved a hand in your direction and reached for an open book on the table in front of him. “I have had enough for tonight. You drink it. Sleep.” He smiled then, the first genuine one you’d witnessed since you’d broken him out of his cell. “I’ll be here. I swear I will not let anything get to you.”

You mirrored his smile without much thought, biting at your bottom lip as you pondered over his words. You glanced down at the drink, feeling the warmth of it glaze your face, and brought it up to your lips to take a sip. It tasted like...honey. And lavender. Not that you’d ever eaten lavender before. Still, it warmed your throat and you drank it all before lying back down once more, covering yourself with the throw.

“Thanks, Zemo,” you whispered. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You knew who he was. You knew he’d ruined the lives of many. You knew he’d used one of your dearest friends as a weapon and caused him more pain than anyone could ever understand. You knew he was a criminal. You knew he was a villain.

But here and now, in the dark quietude of the large room, he was merely a man, reading a book, promising to sit by you and protect you from anything and everything, as he doubtlessly once had for his son. Rightly, you felt safe.

No nightmares made their way to you that night. It could have been the drink, but you figured it was the presence of Zemo which kept them at bay.

Avengers Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#Zemo #baron zemo #the falcon and the winter soldier #Zemo x reader #reader #reader fic #sister reader #sister!reader #teen!reader #teen reader #mine #Drabble #baby fic #helmut zemo #baron zemo x reader

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writingpastmybedtime · 3 months

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Mine

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky and Reader have to pretend to be husband and wife on a mission, even though they do not get along at all. Your classic enemies-to-lovers trope.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none, although Bucky is hot as always.

A/N: Let me know, if you want a pt 2 to this ;)

You should have known better, really. Wearing a short black, curve-hugging, dress wasn’t going to go unnoticed by the Super Soldier whose gaze you wished to avoid.

Bucky and you had been tedious to each other for most of the time spent at the compound. It was common knowledge for the team that you two weren’t supposed to be on the same mission together. Unless they wished to witness your back-to-back nagging. Which, they did not.

That changed, however, when Natasha fell sick and you had to replace her on a mission pretending to be the wife of a Russian mobster, Ivan Sarkovich aka James Buchanan Barnes undercover.

Needless to say, you did not go on this mission without letting out a fight. Tony shut you up quite quickly, reminding you of the innocent lives that would be harmed if you did not fall through with this mission. There was no one else to take Natasha’s place, but you. You sighed, before begrudgingly agreeing.

So here you were, at a lavish Balkan hotel somewhere in Eastern Europe with the most exhausting and tiresome being to ever exist - Bucky Barnes. The bane of your existence. The man, with the most gorgeous blue eyes, the body of a Greek God on steroids, and hands you wish would do the dirtiest things to you.

No one knew you had these kinds of thoughts and feelings towards the ex-Winter Soldier, however, it wasn't hard to hide them whenever he acted like a total ass towards you. You had put up a façade to everyone, not letting out your true feelings. Not when he couldn’t even be in the same room as you without snickering a rude remark.

Had he ever not acted indifferent towards you, perhaps you would not be in this predicament you were in right now.

Fortunately enough, Bucky had already gone downstairs to play poker with the people who you were investigating.

Ruslan Nikolaevich was a Russian man, behind a drug cartel that had been shipping new kinds of supplements in New York, mainly appealing to teens and young adults. They sold it under the premise of protein, however, it was nothing similar of the sort, except for the look of it.

You and Bucky had to gain information about the next possible drop-off - the location, the recipient, and the lot. You were supposed to join your dear husband downstairs in five minutes, playing the ever-clingy happy, and satisfied wife.

Smoothing down your dress and taking a last-minute look in the mirror, you deemed yourself good to go. Perhaps your dress was a bit much, but without a second thought, you left the safety of your hotel room.

Walking towards the men sitting at the poker table, you held your chin high and only looked at Bucky. He was wearing an all-black suit, the one that you thought fit him the best. The one that you wished he would wear when he’d do the most dirty things to you.

Bucky looked up from the table, as if hearing your thoughts, and his eyes fell on yours. A smirk graced his lips as you neared and he patted his lap, an indication for you to take a seat.

It was totally normal and mostly expected of the Russian mobsters to have their wives and eye candies sitting on their lap - a way to show off. So, as expected of you, you took a seat. Right on Bucky’s deliciously firm thighs.

“I thought you wouldn’t come, with how long you took,” Bucky nuzzled into your neck, making a shiver go down your spine. You smirked, placing a seductive hand on his jaw, playing with the slight stubble there.

“What kind of a wife would I be, if I did not show up to support my perfect husband?” You raised an eyebrow and Bucky chuckled darkly, before placing his lips on your temple and focusing his gaze back on the game.

“I wish my Maria would still look at me the same way your девушка looks at you,” a man with a thick Russian accent said, looking over at you with a longing gaze that made Bucky place his vibranium arm over your waist as if to pull you closer to him and protect against the Russians that eyed you in a way that made his blood boil.

Bucky chuckled, to not let on, that he was disturbed by Maksim’s looks.

“If you’re willing, you could also share your сладостью with the others,” Maksim was eyeing you up and down, and you were now second-guessing your dress choice.

“Gentlemen,” Bucky chuckled darkly, before throwing his cards on the table. “I’m afraid this sweet thing is not for share, for I have intended her all for myself tonight.”

The men at the table groaned but still looked at you with lust-filled eyes, a certain jealousy towards Bucky Barnes, no, Ivan Sarkovich.

“I think it’s time we took our leave, my девушка seems to be getting tired of our manly chit-chat and boyish games.” With a nudge to your waist, you feigned a believable yawn and clung to Bucky, playing the ever-attaching wife. Bucky wished good night to the gentlemen at the table, before guiding you towards an elevator.

When the elevator doors closed and you could finally take a breath, letting go of the fake act, Bucky stepped in front of you with a hard look.

“Are you out of your mind to wear a dress like this in front of them?”

You looked down at your dress, picking invisible lint off of it.

“Do you have any idea, what kind of a position you put me in? The things they whispered,” he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, as if to calm himself. You did not understand the Russian language the way he did. Which also meant that you had no idea what kind of vulgar things they had said about you.

You saw his hands shake on the railing on the wall, that he’d gripped, his knuckles turning white on his right hand with how hard he was gripping it.

“Fuck, doll-” he looked at you then, his baby blue eyes a shade darker, before he suddenly gripped your jaw and made you look up at him. “You only belong to-” He was cut off by the elevator doors opening and he nonchalantly let go of you, walking off to your shared hotel suit.

You followed him, still ashamed and, confusingly enough, a little bit turned on by his demeanor. He’d never acted this way before. And what was he almost about to say?

As you shut the door of the suit, you immediately felt his breath on your neck. A gentle, but rough hand moved strands of your hair off your shoulder, before chuckling deeply.

Bucky placed his forehead in the crook of your neck, before letting out a deep breath. His hands then found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to himself.

“Y/N, do you have any idea, what you do to me?” You felt his lips move on your skin, which made you shudder and the most obscene thoughts filled your head. He whispered your name again.

“If I had known any better, I’d think you got jealous when poor old Maksim made that suggestive comment,” you finally whispered, your forehead resting on the door. Bucky pressed himself closer to you, leaving you sandwiched between him and the brown wooden suite.

“Only I can make comments like that about you. No one else.” He kissed the side of your neck, your head automatically falling on his shoulder. It was as if you had no control over your body; you only moved on his accord.

“You’re mine.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you

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firegal19 · 1 year

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Y/n: *walks downstairs*

Steve: Hey Y/n! How was prom?

Y/n: It was awesome, dad! Stacey and I stayed after to clean up and I got to meet next years trig teacher!

Tony: That’s not the prom I remember.

Harley: I have such a bad headache

Tony: That’s the prom I remember

Bonus:

Bucky: Steve, we raised a good kid

Y/n: You two didn’t raise me, HYDRA did. Everyone knows that

#stucky #steve rogers x teen!reader #marvel incorrect quotes #winter soldier x teen reader #incorrect marvel quotes #captain america incorrect quotes #bucky barnes #stucky x daughter #stucky x daughter!reader #incorrect marvel cinematic universe #avengers incorrect quotes #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #incorrect harley keener quotes #harley keener #tony stark incorrect quotes #iron man

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 8 months

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Opening Up (Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader) *PLATONIC (For now) *WARNING*

Characters: Peter Parker x Male!Rogers!Reader, Steve Rogers x Teen!Brother!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

WARNINGS: This is a dark one, Male!Reader kind of unwillingly breaks the Geneva Convention, mentions of torture (HYDRA), burns, scars, being shot, blood, injection, unwilling sedation.

Notes: I didn't intend for this to be as dark as it came out, but hey ho it happened. Also it was already super long when I was writing and trying to finish this and come to an ending so kind of didn't get around to making Peter and reader's relationship more than a friendship, so when requests open I'm hoping to do a much happier and nicer part 2.

Can you do a male reader fic where the reader is from the 40’s and is steve’s baby brother who has always looked up to him and Bucky(3-4 years old)? He got caught by hydra after Steve went into the ice, was given Pyrokinesis and has a bunch of scars on him because of what hydra has done to him and maybe some burns, the avengers go into a hydra base just to clear it out and then they see reader going to attack them (he’s around peter’s age by now), reader fails, they take him back to compound, he’s no longer brainwashed, he has a little reunion with Steve and Bucky, he meets Peter because he needs a friend who’s around his age and then they start to date after a while and comes out to the avengers? Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t need to do this one if you don’t want to

HYDRA has been your life for your whole life. They were your education, your home, your social life. You had grown up not knowing anything other than HYDRA, their agenda and plans, and so it made sense that for a long time, you never questioned them. You never questioned if they were good people, or if they had your best intentions at heart, or how it even came to be that you wound up in their care, or even how strange it was how they’d make you sleep in a strange contraption and how sometimes you’d wake up and people had aged, changed, died and replaced as you had been asleep, or the experiments ranging from simple tests, to excruciating injections that made your blood feel like fire, or the training, and how no one explained it to you. You’d grown up with it, why would you question it?

You didn’t question them until your first supervised mission, where they took you to a secluded tiny abandoned village, leading you to a large barn on the edge of town, and instructed you to set fire to it. You turned to your supervisor, and asked your first question. “Why?”

“We want to see how strong you have become without restriction. Go ahead, make us proud. Do not stop until it is nothing but ash.” He told you. His voice was calm, confident, and almost friendly. Like there was a silent promise behind is words that if you did good and made him proud, you’d be rewarded. And so, you turned to face the barn, held your arms out, them igniting up to your shoulders, facing your palms to the building as fire shot out of them, and hit the building. The wooden structure set alight quickly, and it wasn’t until the flames had trickled up the panels to the roof did you hear the screaming start. The banging on the walls on the inside of the barn. Of the people of the village you thought was abandoned. An absolute terror washed over you at what you were doing, but you felt your supervisors eyes on you, your eyes darting to the other agents, also staring at you, their hands on their guns, prepared to shoot you if you disobeyed or turned on them. You were scared, too scared to stop the flames, to scared to protest. You burned the barn down, no one emerging. Your supervisor praised you, giving you a pat on the back. The other agents made jokes with you on the way back about the atrocities that they now felt comfortable sharing with you, as you were now ‘one of them’, and you just tried to smile, nod, act happy to be there and accepted by them, and try to keep your eyes not too wide, to not drift off into your thoughts, to not cry. You tried not to think of the barn, even years later. Tried was the key word there.

Since then, you’d begun to silently question what was happening around you. Every mission when they had to burn buildings to the ground, destroy documents, heat metal rods and chains to use in negotiations. More evidently, all of this wasn’t harm-free to you. If you didn’t concentrate enough when using your pyrokinesis, you could and have accidentally turned your flames on yourself, leaving you with burns on your arms, chest and even on your face. All of it left you questioning why. Why? Why were they making you do this? Why did you have powers and not them? Why did they forbid you from talking when out on missions, especially with outsiders? Why? What was the point? But after you asked them that, you quickly learned to stop asking questions after the torture they put you through for a week, though that alone answered it all for you. They were making you do this because they were bad people. You had powers because they did something to do, because they’re bad people. They didn’t want you talking because you could spill secrets, because they’re bad people. And you had helped them, whether aware or not, you had helped them do awful things, and that made you a bad person. You were just as bad as them, and so even if you hated them, you believed you were where you belonged.

At least, that was the only thing you could consider, up until your current situation. That situation was the base you were currently at, being under attack. Your first orders were to go with the lead scientists and your handler to escape, but as things became more dire, escape plans going out the window one by one, you were given new orders- stay behind, hold them off long enough to let the others escape. You knew if you asked questions they’d probably just shoot you, so you just nodded, and headed back down the hallway you came from to fight off whoever was attacking, knowing whoever it is was either going to be your victim, or your executioner. You hoped the latter.

As you turned the corner, you saw unfamiliar faces, one making arrests, another coming out from searching a room and turn to face you. His eyes met yours through his blue mask, and for a second you swore he was familiar, and neither of your moved. However, the second he took a step towards you, you set your arms on fire, pointing one at him. However, before you could project the fire, a red headed woman appeared from behind him and took a shot at you, hitting you in your shoulder, before another shot hit you in the side, breaking your concentration, and the flames began to burn you instead as you yelled in pain, clutching your arms to your chest as they finally extinguished, and you tried to ignore the pain in your arms to focus on your wound in your stomach. You looked up, seeing the man approaching you quickly. “Stay away from me!” You yelled at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He told you firmly as he stopped in front of you, pressing his hand on your shoulder wound making you cry out before you tried to gather yourself. “Cooperate with us, okay? What’s your name?” He asked. You glared up at him, heaving with pain. “I know for a fact that you’re not here on your own accord, so drop the act and we’ll help you, okay? What’s your name?” He said. You clenched your jaw.

“I don’t know.” You answered, trying to sound strong and bold still despite your situation, but your voice wavered and shook like a scared child. You saw his expression soften a little. “Now will you stop touching me? When I’m in a lot of pain, I can lose control of the fire.” You warned, seeing him frown, his eyes looking at your scarred and now badly burned arms.

“Not until we have your wounds tended to. We’ll get you some pain control, come on.” He pulled you along, passed the woman who shot you, and several others till you were outside, and you were moved onto a jet with the man. “I’m Steve Rogers.” He finally introduced himself as he got you seated, and you just nodded, trying to focus on not setting this machine, run by flammable fuel, on fire by accident. A medic came over, injecting you with something that eventually made the pain a little more bearable, injecting around your bullet wounds as well before they worked on them. Able to actually think, you looked around and assessed your situation, and you seemed to process that this whole thing was… odd. Why were you not in cuffs? Why did they shoot you twice then get you immediate medical care and pain control? Why was this man, who had now took his helmet off to show a blonde man underneath, being so caring and remaining by your side? You turned to the man, who sent you a reassuring smile, patting your good shoulder gently, before you felt yourself become drowsy, realising that whatever the medic had given you, was a lot more than a painkiller- it was also a sedative.

“You bitch.” You slurred at Steve, slumping in your seat a little, before your eyes grew heavy. You faintly heard him apologising but promising it’ll be okay. You didn’t believe him.

When you regained consciousness, you didn’t move for a minute. You didn’t open your eyes, try to shift or move in the slightest. It was a force of habit to try and eavesdrop on anyone nearby, and you got lucky. “Why didn’t you ever bring it up?” You heard a woman’s voice ask. She was a few feet away you deemed from her voice.

“It’s not exactly an easy conversation, and not something I’ve wanted to talk about.” You recognised the new voice, which was in front of you and pretty close, as Steve. “I did my own research, and I found nothing after a certain point, so I just presumed the worst and didn’t want to think about it or speculate what happened, it was too painful.” He explained to the woman.

“The time it happened as well didn’t help either.” Another male voice spoke up, this one behind you, and you felt yourself go tense for a moment from the surprise, and also from not liking the idea of someone behind you, and realising you were now surrounded and outmanned. “Documents were destroyed, even now there’s so many people, including civilians, who are deemed missing from that time, and we’ll never know how many were totally fine and we just lost documentation of them, and who had tragic ends… he’s slipped through the cracks.” The voice continued. There was silence in the room, and you remained still. “Steve… if I had known he was in there-”

“There was nothing you could have done, Buck. You were brainwashed and it was totally out of your control. Even if at any point you saw him and recognised him, you would have had your memories wiped the second they realised something was wrong.” Steve interrupted him. Now you weren’t an idiot, you realised that you were the centre of their conversation, and the man behind you, was at some point in your group you were with. You thought about it long and hard, especially about their comments on ‘slipping through the cracks’ and Steve seemingly looking for you at some point… Steve knew you, though you didn’t know him.

“Speaking of brainwashing, are we sure that he’s not going to wake up swinging? We have restraints…” The woman spoke up.

“No restraints, that’s final Nat. He’s had his memory wiped at best, since he doesn’t even know his name, but if he was brainwashed, he would have fought back a lot harder, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have warned me not to touch him because he can lose control when he’s in pain.” Steve responded sternly. It was at this point that you decided that it was time to ‘wake up’. You shuffled a little in your sleep, the room going dead silent as you opened your eyes. In front of you, as you predicted, you saw Steve sat in a seat beside your bedside, and across the room, you saw the red haired woman who had shot you, her arms crossed. You stared at her, not saying anything. Steve leaned down, interrupting your line of sight, and smiled at you to distract you. “Welcome back, kiddo. You feeling a little better?” He asked you. You remembered your wounds- the gunshots, the burns… you sat up in bed, feeling where you were shot in the side, and while it hurt quite a bit, you felt the bandaging and the pain was mostly dull now. You checked your shoulder, finding the same, and then you looked at your arms, fully bandaged. “We’re flying in the best doctor we have who can make fresh injuries and even scars practically invisible.” He explained, and as you did so, you glanced to your other side, seeing the other man leaning forward in his own chair, who had brown hair, and a metal arm. He nervously smiled at you, clearly anxious to be there. You didn’t recognise him, and he seemed to recognise that, and either calmed down or deflated. You couldn’t tell.

“Where am I?” You asked, turning back to Steve.

“You’re in New York on our base.” He explained to you. “You’re safe.”

“You sedated me.” You pointed out. “And stuck me in a room with the woman who shot me.” Steve winced to himself, and you focussed back on ‘Nat’, who raised an eyebrow at you. “Here to make sure I behave?” You asked her. She smirked at you, walking over, offering her hand to you.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, as long as you don’t try and set me on fire, I’m sure we’ll get over that little bump and become good friends.” She said, You hesitantly shook her hand, before she stepped back. “I’ll leave you two to explain everything, I’m sure he wants answers to the conversation we were having a moment ago.” She said, before turning and leaving. Steve looked at her confused, before turning to you.

“You were awake? How much did you hear?”

“I know you somehow know me, and I know he was at some point with… them.” You commented, turning to the man opposite, who tensed a little, before standing up, grabbing his chair, and carrying it around to sit next to Steve. “I want answers. Now. Who are you?”

Steve and the man who you now knew as James, had done as told, answering your questions fully and to the best of their ability, and it very quickly became overwhelming and daunting for you. They sat and told you that your name was Y/N Rogers, Steve was your older brother, and you were actually born in 1943. In 1945, James, who was Uncle Bucky to you back then, fell off a train and was found and kidnapped by HYDRA, and Steve crashed a plane before the end of the war, freezing in ice for several decades. HYDRA were the group, who at some point after your brother’s ‘death’, kidnapped you under the radar and did their experiments on you to give you your powers, and while that was happening to you, James was being tortured, brainwashed and had his memory wiped, and you were both frozen repeatedly over time. Eventually Steve was found and unfrozen, James was able to escape several years ago, they reunited and joined a group called the Avengers, and the Avengers were enemy number 1 to HYDRA, which is why they were attacking the base. Steve didn’t realise you were his little brother until they ran a DNA test to try and locate any family and find out your identity while you were sedated.

Being told things about yourself that you didn’t know was understandably daunting, and after dropping everything in your lap, answering any other questions you had- like other family and what happened to them, and asking if they’d forgive you if you did bad things for HYDRA. Steve tried to get you to elaborate, but it was at that point you shut down. Bucky convinced him to leave. Soon the doctor he told you about arrived, and she silently fixed you up though you refused to go into the strange machine that she promised you would get rid of your scars, so when she was done, you were escorted to a small bedroom, where you locked yourself away and just tried to process everything.

You hadn’t realised until now, that part of what made what you did in HYDRA just bearable, was that the people around you didn’t judge you for what you did, because they encouraged and participated. Now you had a big brother, his best friend who had been in HYDRA and had an idea of what kind of thing you could have done, surrounded by ‘the good guys’, and now the idea of them knowing what you’ve done, being disappointed, being disgusted, fully capable and justified in killing you for what you’ve done was terrifying to you. You couldn’t bare to look your older brother in the eyes and tell him what you did.

A knock on the door made you tense. Steve, Bucky, some other people including Natasha had tried to talk to you, but you had totally blanked them. You just presumed it was one of them, before the door opened, and you turned and saw… a boy? He was about your age, and he awkwardly smiled and waved, stepping in, and closing the door behind him. “Hi, I’m Peter.” He greeted. You didn’t say anything, and he awkwardly walked over, referencing a part of the bed that was empty, and when you didn’t respond, he hesitantly sat down. “Mr Stark said that you’re Mr Roger’s brother and told me to talk to you… I didn’t know Mr Rogers had a brother.” He explained. You sat up cautiously and turned to look at him, and he saw some of the scars on your neck and side of you face, and he frowned. “What happened?” He asked. You looked down at your hands, bandages now removed, showing your new burns that were finally starting to heal.

“When I break focus… the flames burn me.” You muttered. You don’t know why you were talking to him- maybe because he wasn’t exactly a friend of your brother, maybe because he was your age. You looked back at him, and he frowned for a moment, before he shuffled a little closer.

“You have powers? Pyrokinesis?” He asked, and you nodded. “I have powers too… I was bit by a radioactive spider, and now I can stick to stuff and I can like… sense things. Mr Stark calls it my Spidey sense.” He explained. The whole idea sounded strange, but then again you guessed having fire powers was strange. “I make my own webbing, and I shoot it out of this thing on my wrist, see?” He asked, showing the contraption around his wrist.

“When you say you make your own webbing…?” You inquired, and you saw him get flustered, before elaborating he meant in a lab. It made you smile. An actual genuine smile.

Peter sat and just talked with you- he did most of the talking, going off into rambles due to nervousness, but eventually he calmed down enough to just talk. He got you to open up a little, explaining what Steve had told you, what happened to you in HYDRA, how you came to be here now.

“So they just dumped all that on you? That’s a lot.” He sympathised.

“That’s not why I’m not talking to him.” You told him. He looked at you confused, and you sighed. “Peter… when I was 12, they took me on my first mission, and they… they made me do something really bad. And after that, whenever they told me to do anything- destroy evidence of what they or I had done, I did it, because one time I asked questions and they made me suffer for it… and I don’t want Steve to hate me for being a bad person.” You told him.

“... You were in HYDRA for as long as you can remember, right?” He asked. You nodded. “You knew nothing about anything outside of HYDRA, that they were the bad guys until after that… mission, right?” He asked, and once again, you nodded. “And when you realised, you asked questions, and they hurt you badly, right?”

“Yeah… they tortured me for a week.” You confirmed, and he froze at that, before swallowing and nodding.

“And that scared you into just doing what they said because you were scared of what they’d do next time?” He asked, and you nodded. “Then it’s not your fault. You were pressured and forced to do it. It was to keep yourself as safe as possible in that situation, Steve will understand.” He assured. You shook your head.

“Peter… they made me burn down a barn full of people. An entire village of people. I heard them screaming, and I killed them. To this day, I don’t know why they made me do that, what the purpose was. Afterwards they treated me like one of them, like I was part of their team… I’m one of them, even if I don’t want to be.”

“That’s not true, Y/N! Listen- Bucky was a part of HYDRA, he did a ton of bad stuff, he was brainwashed and had his memory wiped and was tortured all the time. He's guilty about what happened, but he’s not responsible, that was all HYDRA! HYDRA made him do it, they made you do it. If you hadn't done it, they would have done to you what they did to Bucky. I know that for certain. Steve will know that. Bucky will know that. We all know that.” He reassured you. “Listen… just talk to him, okay? Steve found Bucky a great therapist, I’m sure he could find you help too. He’s not going to be angry at you- maybe at HYDRA for what they’ve done, but not you.”

You sniffed, fumbling with the bedsheets between your fingers. “You promise?” You asked, glancing up at him, and he smiled confidently and nodded. “Can you go find him for me?” You asked. He grinned, nodding, getting off the bed, promising to be right back.

Peter stepped out your room, closing the door behind him, before turning to walk down the hallway, immediately stopping when he saw Steve sat slumped on floor just outside your room. “Mr Rogers? How long have you been out here?” Peter asked in a startled whisper. Steve looked up at him with red eyes.

“Long enough to know my little brother needs me a lot more than I realised.” He answered, keeping his voice low. Peter frowned.

“He… wants to tell you himself.”

“I know… give me a few minutes to pull myself together, okay?” He asked, Peter nodding as Steve wiped his eyes, pulling himself up, and pulling himself together. “Thank you for being there for them, Peter. I really appreciate it. They’re going to need some help getting used to everything in the modern world, mind helping them out with that?”

“Not at all, sir.” Peter smiled and nodded, before making his leave. Steve took one last big sigh, before walking over, knocking, and letting himself in.

“Hey kiddo, Peter said you wanted to talk to me?

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lazycats-stuff · 6 months

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Hello, firstly I love your writings ! I was wondering if you could do a Batfam x teen reader, who is like the winter soldier from Marvel? He has a Metal arm and has been trained to be a weapon .

Only if you want to, of course. have a good day !

Thanks anon, I will.

Summary: (Y/N) has been a soldier for a long time. Bruce helps him out.

(C/N) = Code name

Warnings: Similarities to Marvel's Winter Soldier, brainwashing... All of that good stuff.

Bruce didn't like the fact that there were so many children who were being experimented on. Whether or not it was their enemies who were experimenting on them, Bruce still didn't like it at all. It was also the way that he has met (Y/N) or the (C/D).

Their first fight was in Gotham when he was sent to go to kill Batman. For Bruce, that is not new. However, a seemingly teenage looking kid, with a metal arm is something new. Bruce didn't expect it and was just as shocked when he saw it glistening in the moonlight.

Bruce was nearly thrown off of a building by him and (Y/N) did break his ribs during that fight. However, he has started to investigate (Y/N) at that time. He didn't know where to begin though. He didn't believe that it was Lex.

Lex would have used genetical material to create the best soldiers. So he is out of the question. Completely.

Ra's doesn't use soldiers like that. He just revives them with the pit if they die.

Deathstroke could be a good potential suspect, but he his has been in a prison for a while now and there was no way he has been able to do it and be (Y/N)'s handler.

All agents need their handlers.

In a way, Bruce is a handler for his children and sometimes their teammates if the situation calls for it. For (Y/N), he needs a constant handler in order to keep him under control.

So where he is being held?

It had to be a lab in order to implant the arm. It would have to be secret enough in order to conduct the experiments like that. Which means a remote location in the world.

Bruce had asked his other contacts about (Y/N), if they had heard about him and his doing.

Bruce was unnerved when he got a good list of assassinations. The only thought that went through his mind is holy shit and what the hell?

Such a young kid and so many kills tacked to his name. He went through the entire list and the list is true. All of the victims were assassinated quickly and efficiently. Sheer precision and sheer efficiency.

Bruce shook his head and they had to intercept him. Bruce looked at the only photo of (Y/N) they had. Such a young boy. Nobody deserves to have this type of life. Bruce had no doubt that he was kidnapped when he was a little bit younger.

He didn't dare to think what has happened to his arm and how he got that metal arm. And besides, it didn't look that efficient at all. It didn't have great mobility and the metal itself wasn't really good for that type of purpose.

None the less, Bruce had to make a plan to get (Y/N) in the Justice League HQ. If they get him, they might get the information they need in order to shut the laboratory down.

Plus the entire facility and the people who run it. Especially people who run it.

Of course, Bruce talked to Wonder Woman and Superman to make sure that the plan is set in stone. They would have to make sure that (Y/N) is taken in quickly and swiftly.

But that would take a while and Bruce had to rest. That didn't mean he would fully rest. He would just have to walk down to the cave when none of his kids are guarding it.

Easier said then done.

However, he could ask them to watch over Gotham while he is looking for (Y/N). They have all been worried for their father after the attack and knowing that Bruce is going after him... As much as they trusted Bruce, that didn't mean that they could agree with him in doing this.

Do they believe that (Y/N) needs to be saved? Yes.

Do they believe that Bruce needs to save him? No.

Why?

Because Bruce is human and the suit can only hold and absorb so much. And they knew that Bruce knows what he is doing and they could somewhat trust him to get back in one piece.

They know that Wonder Woman and Superman will make sure that Bruce comes back in one piece and all of that, but can you really control Batman to make sure that he is unharmed. And Bruce can maybe sometimes go on his own.

And when it came to children, Bruce would go in head first to save them and that is something that everyone loved about Bruce. Children are off limits to him.

The mission went smoothly and the facility is shut down officially. (Y/N) had to be sedated and was currently in a cell strong enough that could hold Superman in if it was necessary. It didn't have any Kryptonite, but it could have.

Just in case. You never know.

Bruce watched the arm carefully. He didn't like it at all. It didn't look like it fit him the way it was supposed too. It looked liked it was just clamped there and Bruce didn't like the fact that this metal wasn't used for this type of things and yet they put it on this poor boy.

Bruce knew that (Y/N) had a long way ahead of him. Thankfully, the book that contained his trigger words has been burned, all thanks to Bruce. He was happy to see it burn and Superman swore that Bruce looked unhinged at the that very moment.

Nobody believed him.

Bruce knew that he would take (Y/N) home with him to start healing, far away from the facility. There will be no more missions for him, at least until he is free from the shackles that they have implanted in his mind.

When (Y/N) woke up, it wasn't easy for him to realize that he isn't going back and he may have banged on the glass for a very long time and Bruce knew that it would take a while. So he stayed and waited. He was happy that he invested into this cell.

He sat down and he waited. He didn't say anything to (Y/N), he just waited. He didn't mock him for his tries. He just waited patiently for him to finish.

It took hours before (Y/N) was exhausted and just slumped down. Bruce took a moment to think about what to say to (Y/N).

" Can we talk? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) just huffed.

" All you want is information. "

" We found the facility where you operate from. Your handler and everyone there was arrested. We have all of the intel we need. I don't care about information. " Bruce said, watching (Y/N)'s face.

A slow, subtle change from neutral to shock... Oh, whoever trained him did a good job, but not good enough. (Y/N) didn't expect that.

" Then what do you want? " (Y/N) asked, crossing his arms and Bruce heard the squeak of the arm and saw a subtle clench of his fingers.

" I want to give you a normal life. And a better arm too. This one looks like it hurts. " Bruce said and (Y/N) glanced down at his arm.

" What? " (Y/N) asked softly and Bruce saw a... Shimer of hope?

" Yes. But for now, you will need to stay here. I have to make some arrangements and you will have to see a therapist. " Bruce said, raising his hand when he saw the protest coming.

" You need to speak to one. You need to process everything you have been through. " Bruce finished and stood up.

" You see that button near the doors of the cell? If you need something, you can press it and ask for it. I have to go back to Gotham, but I will visit you tomorrow. "

(Y/N) didn't say anything as Bruce walked out of the room. Was Batman telling him the truth?

After a week, (Y/N) was brought to the manor. Everyone was slightly nervous about having a brainwashed soldier in their house, but they didn't want to show it. Alfred specifically because he knows he is not young anymore.

His bones won't heal that quickly.

But he didn't show the way he was nervous. And he won't. (Y/N) has just become his grandchild even though he didn't know it. The house has been enhanced so that (Y/N) doesn't break the stuff.

Not that (Y/N) would. He was far too grateful that he wasn't in a cell anymore. He was so careful, but quiet. If the family wasn't trained to pick up on those type of enemies, they would have been scared shitless, numerous amounts of times.

Now the only problem was (Y/N) adjusting to a routine without a mission. Sometimes loud bangs would make him tense and they would have to bring him back.

The other problem was (Y/N)'s arm. With the help from Lucius, he managed to make a better one, the one that would suit him better and would just make him feel better overall.

(Y/N) cracked a smile when he saw his knew arm. Bruce saw that as an absolute win and (Y/N) got happier with his arm.

Now, the others included him in their own activities. (Y/N) liked the meditation from Damian. He often did it when his mind got too much for him.

Dick showed him gymnastics and has decided to teach him a few moves. (Y/N) had to admit, it felt good on his muscles.

Jason showed him some places in the house if he ever needed to be alone from everyone and showed him a space that he has made his own.

Tim has decided to show him his favorite TV shows and movies. (Y/N) got very fascinated and watched them every other night with Tim. (Y/N)'s favorite was Inglorious Basterds.

And Alfred was sure to discover what he liked about food. He would be an official taster of the family and would tell Alfred how it is. Needs more of this, needs more of that... And in the process, he is discovering what he likes and dislikes. So far it has been a fun experience.

And Bruce could see that he was getting happier and happier with them. Slowly but surely. But he was still nervous around other people and they were still working on it.

But they were in it for the long run and they wouldn't change their for anything.

#dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #dc x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #batkids

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Neighborhood watch

Title: Neighborhood watch

Summary: You and your husbands retired.

Square N3 filled for @stuckybingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky

Card Number: R4081

Creator: Holylulu

Rating: Teen

Square N2 filled for @allcapsbingo: established relationship

Square 11 filled for @lgbtqbingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Bucky/Y/N being nosy neighbors, fun, fluff, domestic Stucky, America’s ass :), a hint of jealous Steve, reader like to check a cute ass out

Words: 1k+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Doll? Baby doll?" Bucky strolls into the living room in search of you. He releases a shuddery breath when his eyes land on you. The former winter soldier is always afraid something could happen to you. “Did you not hear me, Y/N?”

Watching your new neighbors from behind the curtains is something you enjoy doing. That’s why you don’t hear Bucky call your name. “Babe, what’s so interesting?”

He steps closer to look out the window. There is a mover team carrying furniture and boxes into the house across the street.

“We got new neighbors,” you explain. “I wanted to know if they could be trusted. I don’t know. What do you think, Babe?"

“I haven't talked to them yet. We can check their background when Steve is back from Sam’s place,” Bucky dips his head to look at you.

“You know that not every new neighbor is an assassin, right?” you sigh as Bucky gets his phone out to note the license plate and description of your new neighbors. “Bucky, I was just a nosy neighbor. Boring and normal. Stop acting like a creep.”

“Doll you are the one watching the new neighbors like a creep,” Bucky tuts. “Lemme do my job and protect you and Stevie. You never know if they are not working for Hydra.”

“Hydra?” you huff. “Let them come.”

Bucky couldn’t be prouder of you. When you tell him his training with you has paid off, he smiles.

“What are we watching today?”

You freeze as Steve steps into the room. He caught you red-handed and now, you try to find an excuse for watching your neighbors.

"Uh, we were checking the lawn. Bucky wanted to know if he had to mow it again," you lie. You don’t want to lie to Steve, but you agreed on living a simple and safe life after he decided to give the shield to Sam.

“Bucky, baby,” Steve sternly says. “Is that true?”

"We watched our new neighbors move in. It’s a pleasant neighborhood and we wanted to know who moved in across the street.”

“You spied on them,” Steve concludes. He walks to Bucky to peck his husband’s cheek. “Y/N, I’m disappointed in you. You just lied to me.”

“What? No…I just…” you whine when Steve cups Bucky’s face to kiss him fiercely. “That’s not fair! Bucky was the one taking notes. He accused them of being with Hydra.”

“Y/N. Bucky,” Steve stops you from fighting. “I already checked on our new neighbors.”

Your head snaps toward Steve as you ask, "You did? When? How? Why didn’t you tell us so?”

“Doll, we retired but this doesn’t mean our enemies got the message," Steve smirks when you step toward him to cup the back of his neck and kiss him. “Hmm…baby doll ate strawberries today.”

“We both did,” Bucky purrs. “I fed her strawberries while we prepared dinner tonight. You have missed so much, Stevie. Y/N finally peeled an onion without crying her eyes out.”

“You helped her, didn’t you?” he asks. “I know you better than you know yourself. You’d do anything for Y/N.”

“He only peeled it…and cut it and…” you giggle as Bucky covers your mouth with his flesh hand.

“Y/N just needed some help with the onions. I can’t watch her cry. Even if they are not real tears.”

“You’ve got a weak spot for our wife.”

You grin.

“She’ll do anything to help us, Stevie. Cutting the onions for her was nothing,” Bucky shrugs. “Now, back to our new neighbors. Anything we should know?”

“Hmm…” Steve looks out the window. “Fury checked on them for me.” You watch Steve get his phone out. He unlocks it to open the document Fury sent to him this morning.

“Our newly arrived neighbors are Louisa and Cherise Milton. Louisa is an elementary school teacher, Cherise is a bookkeeper. They have been married for five years and bought the house three months ago. No police record.”

“I don’t trust them,” Bucky turns back around to stare out of the window. “What if they are undercover?"

“She’s got a cute ass in those shorts,” you say. “A pretty little thing. Her wife is a lucky woman.”

“What?” Steve huffs. “Uh-aren’t we pretty enough? I thought you love my ass!”

“I love it,” Bucky looks at his husband up and down. “Yeah, I love it, baby.”

“It’s still America's ass,” you giggle. “Do you think they are trustworthy neighbors or people wanting to kill us in our sleep?”

“Great, now you made it,” Steve sighs deeply as Bucky switches to protective mode. He checks the windows and closes the curtains. “Buck, she was joking.”

Steve follows Bucky around the house. “Baby, they are harmless. Trust me.”

“Last time I trusted you the coffee maker almost killed Alpine,” Bucky stops in his tracks to point at the white cat following him and Steve. “I won’t let anyone hurt my two people or Alpine.”

“Bucky baby,” you run after Bucky. “I was joking. They won’t try to kill us. Let’s just forget about them and have dinner.”

“No! I will check the windows and doors first.”

“You remember that Edith is still running security at our house, right?” Steve sighs as his husband doesn't listen. “Baby, I swear they are harmless, and Fury made sure someone is keeping an eye on them.”

Bucky asks, "What?" and you jerk your head toward your husband. “Steve, what are you hiding from us?”

“You’re not the only ones wanting to make sure we can enjoy retirement and live a normal life. The background check didn't satisfy Fury."

“Now you got me really worried," you huff. “Bucky let’s check the house together. Stevie, follow us. We got to stay together not like people in a horror movie always walking around a creepy house alone…”

“Y/N…Bucky,” Steve groans. “I was joking… Babes? Hey…”

Steve needed almost an hour to convince you and Bucky that your new neighbors are no threat. He regretted his joke and apologized repeatedly during dinner.

Now you are cuddling on the sofa like most nights. You are resting your back against Steve’s chest while Bucky places his head in your lap.

“Do you think they are planning to mow their lawn soon? It looks awful," you ask.

Steve and Bucky start laughing at your question.

You decide to keep a close eye on your new neighbors. No matter what Fury and Steve say...

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#lgbtqbingo #stuckybingo #allcapsbingo #stucky x reader #stucky x you #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky x y/n #Neighborhood watch #fluff

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marvelflame2010 · 1 year

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Peter: *comes to the compound after school*

Tony: Hey underroos, how was school?

Peter: I have a list of 100 words to learn Mr. Stark

Y/n: Wow, that’s only 89 more than you know now

Peter: *shocked*

Shuri who was visiting: *dying of laughter*

Steve: Y/n Sarah Roger-Barnes

Y/n: What? He made fun of my jacket, I make fun of his vocabulary.

Bucky: Look at it this way pal. At least she didn’t use violence

Y/n: Yeah! What Pops said.

Steve: *slaps his palm on his face*

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lucysarah-c · 17 days

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Masterlist!

All my Levi x reader fanfics and Levi fanart

Art Commission: OPEN!

Writing Requests: CLOSED!

Headcanons:

-> Levi dating a Swifty

-> Levi's s/o telling him she's pregnant

One-Shots:

-> Ackerman’s blood

Levi fears for the first time that perhaps his Ackerman's powers aren't a bleassing when his son suffers the consequences of them. Dad! Levi x Reader

-> Stoppers (NSFW!!)

Levi feels overwhelming jealous and decides that there's nothing better to set things clear of who owns who than a good old fucking. Levi x Reader.

-> Criminal Record Part 1 - Part 2

Levi insist he has done worse things in his life than, perhaps, sleeping with a subordinate.

-> Traidor

2020 what a time to be alive. The snk character are doing the same as old of us trying to survive the lockdown... playing among us! Levi x reader.

-> Father’s day

Having a soldier as a father is never easy, way less when your father is Humanity's strongest soldier. Levi's kid has the perfect gift but perhaps it's not the perfect scenario. Dad! Levi x Mom! reader

-> Couple goals

Levi hates military's formal events and you know it. Both of you still make the perfect team.

-> Baby boy

Hang out with your higher-ups as you just become Levi's girlfriend. What's the worse thing that could happen? Spoiler alert: Eren is not going to forget about this... neither Erwin.

-> Scratches down his back

Having a boyfriend that's a good couple of years older than you has it's pros... specially when he decides to show them to you. Levi x reader

-> Blackfire

Erwin insists that Levi should educate his squad on certain topics proper of their age. Levi isn't really convinced but Commander's orders are Commander's orders… However, Erwin didn't specify on what he should educate his bratty cadets about. Levi x reader!

-> ANGEL

You met Captain Levi while working as a teacher at one of the new orphanages that Queen Historia created. He seems so willying to help. (YANDERE! Levi x reader NSFW!!)

-> Tea time

Levi is deep down a huge gossip old lady. Levi x reader

-> An Old-fashioned Girl

You're a teen living her normal life until she travelled back on time to aot period.

-> Self-sabotage

Erwin begs Levi to buy him a coffee on his way to university. Having a crush in a barista is so hard when you don't like coffee. (Modern au! University student Levi having a crush on a barista)

-> Not in season? NSFW! Part 1 - Part 2

Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. OMEGAVERSE ALPHA LEVI X OMEGA READER.

-> Levi and the first encounter! Underground! Levi

Tales of Levi's life in the underground.

-> EXPLANATION OMEGAVERSE AU

-> Fifteen, what an age to be alive!

Steal your father's car! What could go wrong? Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

-> Laundry Problems

Levi's a very stoic calm man. He always does laundry but as a unknown piece of clothe appear, Levi's life flash before his eyes. Levi x reader

-> Bed-head Levi

How are Captain Levi's mornings?

-> Boop! You've been chosen!

Levi and you decide to adopt a kitty.

-> My Teen! Levi's modern AU stories.

There's a lot of them so here's a link to all of them.

Little Pieces I Wrote (Self-Explanatory Titles).

-> Levi isn't romantic

-> Levi as a father part 1 part2

-> Unpopular aot opinions

-> Levi growing up in the underground 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

-> Levi's morning with happy ending NSFW

-> Sick clingy Levi NSFWish

-> Soft Levi NSFWish

-> Horny Levi x nurse! reader NSFW

-> Levi x Passenger princess reader

-> Travelling with Levi

-> Girlfriend effect on Levi!

-> Levi loving calling his girlfriend "wife"

-> Levi and farlan as roomies

-> Levi as the father of a baby boy

-> Being humanity's strongest baby girl

-> SnK boys and pilates.

Holy Ground (longfic! over 300k Levi x reader)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is hanging on by a very thin thread, and everything is a good excuse to not go back to your cold bed - and that’s how you find yourself in a situation that you will soon regret. This story takes place before Eren discovered he was a Titan shifter, before Wall Maria was retaken, even before it was broken. The veterans usually make fun of the cadets for being bratty teenagers, but were they any better?

600! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions!

2k! Followers event!

Have you ever wished you could ask Captain Levi a few questions and see his reaction? Well! say no more! I left Levi incharge of my blog for a few days. Enjoy the comic with hisreactions! Part 2! Levi's revenge.

SnK Incorrect Quotes:

63 and COUNTING silly posts of quotes that I think snk characters would say.

You think that art looks cute? I draw it! Here's a link to a few of my other pieces!

WANNA JOIN MY TAG LIST SO YOU DON’T LOSE A SINGLE POST? HERE!

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Back to Home | Chapter Three: Impossible

*GIF not mine*

Summary: While on Earth 717, they start to plan an operation to get you back; on Earth 616, everyone want to know who you are but, you just want to go home and for this, you'll have to ask the help of one of the last person you want to see right now.

Pairing in this chapter: Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader; Avenger x Teen!Reader; Doctor Strange x Teen!Reader; America Chavez x Teen!Reader; Peter Parker x Teen!Reader; (variant)WandaNat & family

chapter two | serie masterlist | chapter four

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Okay it was the only thing you did want to deal with. You just looked at them for a moment, you needed to think about a name right now. "Uh...Scarlet." you replied more like a question. They clearly doubted that but it's not like you could tell them who you were. Right now you just needed to not bring more questions and quickly came back in the future.

At your reply, Natasha scoffed and you looked at her with a sad look. The last argument you had with your moms was still recent in your mind but she didn't have to know that, at least not yet.

"Scarlet hum? Like the Scarlet Wi-" Sam tried to ask but you cut him off.

"No, definitely no. It's Scarlet like Scarlet Widow." you said proudly and everyone looked at you confused.

"Widow? Like the Black Widow?" Bucky asked and you sighed.

"No. Like the Scarlet Widow." you reply harshly.

"Okay, okay. Miss, Scarlet what do you want?" Strange asked, visibly annoyed by your interaction with the two men.

"I want to go back home." you replied.

"And where are you from?" he asked.

"Really far from here." Nobody seemed convinced.

"And where did you find this?" Natasha spoke for the first time and showed you your widow's bites.

"Oh thank God, you found them. Morgan would kill me if I lost them." you replied and the two teens chuckled at your attitude.

"You know it's not something a kid should have." Tony said and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm 18, so, technically I'm not a kid anymore and I have used this for nearly three years now so yeah how dangerous they could be." you said looking at the red headed when you finished your sentence.

"But they didn't work." Natasha said

"Yeah I know that's why I'm here. I need to repair them even if I don't really know how. I need to send a signal to the....to my team and to let them know I'm alright." you said and tried to be the most convincing possible.

"But we have some questions before." Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

"Birthday?" the Russian asked but you didn't reply. You can't tell them you were technically born aly six years ago. "Okay you don't want to reply." she sighed. "Parent's name?" she asked. You just stare at her but you didn't said anything. "Okay, another question. Why do you have the same power as Wanda Maximoff?" she asked.

You played with your fingers and when they think you'll finally reply you wiped their hope. "Can I talk to my lawyer?" you asked and they all exchanged a look.

Tony grabbed a phone and looked at you "Who are they?" he asked and you bit your cheek.

"Clint Barton." you replied and they were all confused. "You know Hawkeye, the Avengers" you added and that didn't make disappear their surprise.

Okay even in your univers Clint didn't really learnt anything about laws but if there is one person you wanted to confess anything it was him. Morgan is only 6 years old in 2024; your aunts are very good friends but you knew they couldn't really keep this to themself and for your uncle it's sure he could talk with your mom so he was the safe option.

Natasha just glared at you, it was clear that she couldn't trust you; she didn't say anything and just left quickly followed by the winter soldier. "Did I say something wrong?" you asked Peter.

"Honestly I don't know. She seems a little upset but I think she will call him." he replied.

"Oh okay, but why did the Snowman soldier follow her?" you asked and Amercia chuckled at the shity nickname.

"I'm not sure but everyone says there is something between them." Peter whispered and you frowned your eyebrows. Yeah of course your mom is good friends with Bucky but she's married to a certain Sokovian witch, right? The boy noticed your face and added in a whisper "You know they are a thing. Like they date each other."

"What??!" you yelled and the adults stopped their conversation to look at you. "No it's impossible. Are you sure about that?" you asked a little quietly.

"Yeah it's like everywhere on the internet." he replied casually.

"But it's impossible I need to...I mean I ship her with Wanda." you corrected yourself and ignored America who raised her eyebrows to you.

"Sorry not sorry. I think you missed a lot of things because right now I don't think it could have anything between her and Wanda." he said and when you wanted to ask why Natasha came back.

Everyone looked at her but she focused her gaze on you and it remembered you all the time she was about to ground you. "He will be here tomorrow." she informed you and you nodded. "We will let see you tomorrow. Steve will bring you your lunch later." she said and left.

“So I think we can go back from where we came too.” Strange added.

“No!” you stopped him. “Actually I’ll need your help to go back to my home.” you informed him.

“And what makes you think I will want to help a perfect stranger who I don’t know her name?” he asked you.

“Because…you’re an avenger and the Avengers help the ones who need it.” you said. “And also because you’re one of the most powerful users of magic here, and I’m pretty sure my problem needs magic.” you added.

“I’m the supreme sorcerer, I’m not ‘one of the most powerful magic users here’. I’m the most powerful.” he explained and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay if you want but I think you forgot Wanda. She can alternate reality and she’s like the most powerful witch in this world, even if I’m the second one.” you said and America flinched a little. The action was unnoticed by everyone in the room except you but you didn’t find the need to ask her about that.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she would be able to help you for a moment.” the sorcerer said before leaving with the two teens before you could reply.

In the afternoon Steve came back to the kitchen with an empty plate. "She didn't say anything, I think she doesn't want to talk to anyone except Clint." he said and Natasha just nodded.

"Do you think it's a good idea to let her speak with Clint? She didn't look like someone we can trust." Sam asked.

"I don't trust her." the Russian said and Bucky looked at her confused. "I don't know why she wants to talk to Clint but she's silly if she thinks he will not tell me what she wants to keep hidden from us." she explained.

Tony came just after and throw your widow's bite on the redhead's laps she looked confused. "Look at them" she looked at them and then at the billionaire again. "More carefully." he said and she inspected them. She was about to give up until she found it, a little 'Stark Industrie' logo.

"But how?" she asked and Tony took back the weapons.

"I don't know but I think it's not the last secret this little thing hides." he said and went back to his lab.

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[Earth 717 - the Tower]

Tony was zoning out in the kitchen with a coffee cup in his hand, neither him or his daughter had a proper night. He was too far in his mind to hear the footsteps, he came back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Tony, are you alright?" Steve asked.

The billionaire placed the cup on the kitchen counter, "Honestly no" he admitted "I don't know what to do. We try anything Steve, we search in the multiverse. We used the power of America to help us but nothing worked." he said.

"I think you should try to sleep, after a good nap you will try again and we will help you." the super soldier saif and gave him a reassuring smile and led him in a bedroom.

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In your tower’s bedroom Morgan was here with Ava, your other best friend, she told her everything.

"Wait hold on, you are telling me that the most reckless person we know is lost somewhere in the multiverse?" Ava asked and Morgan nodded, "wow, it's the most Y/n-ish thing she ever did" she joked and the little Stark laughed. "But how are you? You don't look good so I think you stayed up all night with your dad to find a soluce."

"Yeah but it's more complicated than we thought."

"I don't even want to try to imagine all you did."

"We did a lot of things but it doesn't really matter we didn't find her."

"Hey don't say that you'll find her, like you always did. And she can't miss the gender reveal party, I'm sure she'll come back soon."

"Talking about that, how is my little buddy?"

"They are pretty good but I think I'm not ready for the next few months."

"Don't worry we will be here, like always."

'Ava was in front of your door, she was nervous but after five more minutes she knocked on the door. She didn't have to wait too long before Wanda opened the door.

"Hey Ava how are you?" she asked and your best friend almost cried at the question.

"Very good and you aunty Wanda?" she replied and even if your mom sensed it was a lie she didn't push her.

"Very well thank you. Y/n and Morgan are in her bedroom." she said and took a step aside to let the teenager in. Ava thanks her and after quickly greeting Natasha she rushed to your bedroom; she didn't knock and just enter and close the door quickly behind her.

You were playing Mario Kart with Morgan, you sprained your ankle at your last mission so you can't really go out. Your other best friend sat on the bed and you paused the game to look at her; she texted you two hours earlier to let you know she had to talk to you and Morgan and that's why everyone was there.

"Girls I fucked up" she started and the two of you exchange a concern look.

"Did you crash your mom's car? Don't worry my dad can get you a new." Morgan said but the other girl shook her head.

"Did you burn your house? It's okay, I'm sure my mama can reverse the thing." you said but she shook her head again.

"Okay now you start to worry us. What's happen?" Morgan asked. Ava took a deep breath and tears almost fell on her cheeks.

"Guys, I'm pregnant." she announced and she would look at your two faces if she was not too anxious about the news.

"You're WHAT?" you both yelled, in the living room Natasha looked at Wanda a little confused, her wife sensed you were shocked, happy and worried at the same time but she didn't know why. "From who? Since when? And most importantly does your mom know?" you asked her together.

"From Marcus of course, you know I'd never cheat on him. I've known about it since yesterday. And yes my mom knows, she's actually the one who encouraged me to tell you." she replied and you smiled.

"It's awesome Ava you always wanted to be a mom." you said and you hugged her tightly but you pulled back she was crying.

"Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" Morgan asked her.

"My mom was happy, she said she will help me. But him..." she couldn't finish her answer before she cried again.

"What did he say?" Morgan asked.

"He said he doesn't want to have a kid now and he broke up with me." she said.

"Honestly I understand him." You said "It's not easy to raise a child even more when we are only 18 but don't worry we will be here with you and I'm sure my moms would be more than happy to help you." you explained and she finally smiled.

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You came back from Ava's first echography. The three of you were excited when you opened the door of your home. You quickly went to the kitchen with your friend where your moms were.

"Hi moms" you said and they looked at you.

"Hi girls, you seemed excited" Wanda said and Ava nodded.

"Mama, do you still have the book on pregnancy?" you asked and Natasha choked on her coffee. "That's not for me." you reassured them.

The Russian scanned your friend and lent her gaze on Ava who just waved shyly. "Wait no. Not you." Natasha said and Wanda looked at your friend confused.

"Yes it's me. I'm pregnant" she said and your moms started to cry and gave her a group hug.

"But how? I remember the first time Y/n brought you here after school. You were so tiny, you were a baby and now…" Wanda said and Morgan and you laughed at her attitude. Your moms cried, they saw Ava like her daughter too like Morgan or your cousin Luna.

"Time flies aunty Wanda" she replied and everybody laughed.'

Morgan yawned and Ava brought back to reality, "You need to sleep, I'll be here with you don't worry." she said and the young Stark nodded before she laid on your bed and started to sleep.

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[Earth 616 - Tower, the next day]

"Miss Scarlet, Mr, Barton is here." Friday said. You were watching a series after you convinced Tony to let you have a Netflix account. When you turned your head you saw Clint and Natasha, they both had a silent discussion before the man looked at you. He didn't make you wait and open the door to enter, the redhead was just behind him.

He sat in front of you and you just looked at Nat to wait until she left but she didn't. Fortunately for you the archer seemed to understand. "I think I heard Tiny said he would need your help with something" he said to his best friend and she finally seemed to notice and leave. "So, hi, I'm CLint but it seems you already know that." he said and you nodded. "So who are you?"

You took a deep breath and looked at him. "Okay, I know what I'm about to say would be weird but I need you to trust me." you said and he frowned his eyebrows. "You're the only one who can help me and keep my secret safe until I'm back home."

"And what tell you I would not tell you anything?" he asked.

"Because you're Clint Barton, I know exactly what you're capable of and I know you'll never tell what I'll tell you." you replied.

"You seem to trust me a lot but I don't know you."

"That's because my moms do."

"Your moms?"

"Yeah, you're the first who trusted them and allowed them to try to have a better life and change who they were." you declared but he didn't reply. "Okay, I'm Y/n Maximoff-Romanoff, and my moms are Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff." you said and his jaw dropped.

"But how can you? Natasha..."

"Can't have babies, I know. It's Wanda who carried me." you explained.

"But why do you tell me this? Why not Natasha or Wanda?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know because it seems a little weird to appear from nowhere and suddenly say 'Hey, I'm your daughter from the future. I don't know why I'm here but I can't go back home. Oh and I love your hair cut by the way.' See, it seems weird." you explained.

"Wait, you're from the future?" he asked.

"Yes, how do you think I could be so old when my mom only met 12 years ago?" you replied.

"You really talk like a Romanoff." he said and you smiled.

"Thanks, I think it's one of the best things someone said to me." you replied honestly.

"But now I start to think, how could I help you?"

"I just need you to fix my widow's bite and send a signal to Morgan." you replied.

"I stop you kid, I'm not the best with technology. And wait Nat let you use widow's bite?" he asked, visibly shocked.

"Technically, she didn't let me but I'm the scarlet widow and a widow without a widow's bite it's weird." you replied.

"Scarlet Widow?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah because of my magic" you replied.

"Not because of something else?"

"Why do everyone think I chose this because of my mom?"

“Because you have the same habit of playing with your hands when you’re nervous,” he pointed at your hands. Honestly you didn’t realize you were nervous until her said it. “But what tell you Natasha didn’t put a mic on me?” he asked.

“Would you let her if she asked you?” he seemed to think about it before he shook his head. “See? Now I need your help, I’ll explain what to do.” you started but he cut you off.

“Sorry but you know that they can record us with Friday?” he asked but you smirked

“I’m the best friend of the little genius Morgan Stark, I know how to hack Friday easily.” you said proudly.

“Okay you’re really Nat’s daughter.” he said and you laughed. After twenty big minutes he finally accepted to keep your secret and help but with the condition to tell him all you know about the future partners of Lila, just to be prepared.

But when he made his way to the lab he was greeted by the last person who could possibly be there. “Oh Wanda, it’s a surprise to see you here.” he said. The Sokovian turned around at his voice, she seemed very tired and sad but she was like that since the incident with America.

“Hi Clint, uh- yeah, Fury sent me someone to tell me that the Avenger wanted to talk with me.” she said but didn’t make eye contact with the archer.

“It’s…nice to see you again…I suppose.” he said, clearly unsure if that was a good or a bad news.

“Oh you don’t have to act like this, I’ll just talk with them and go away as soon as possible.”

“Uh, I think you should be stay a little I mean you should have a lot to say with anyone…I really want to stay but I have something to do so, see you later.” he said and run in the lab before she could reply

In the Lab Clint saw Natasha and Tony, they were talking about something and he wasn’t focus on the conversation when he saw this. Your widow’s bites were on the table in front of the duo and according to the billionaire's face, it was something that even him couldn’t understand.

“Does anyone know why Wanda is here?” Barton said and gained the attention of his two teammates.

“Steve wants to recruit her back and according to Fury, I’m not qualified enough to oppose. And that even if that means to let a woman who attempted to kill a little girl in my tower.” he explained and the Russian sighed.

“Don’t listen to him; she’s here because we need her for any potential new menace.” she replied.

“You act like that because you don’t have children, Romanoff, but I’m pretty excited to know how you’ll act when she would harm your little copycat. Talking about her, what did she tell you?”

“She just said she needs our help to go back to her home. I think we can try to help her, she didn’t look like a threat or anything.” Clint explained and Natasha looked at him suspiciously. “And what is it?” he asked, pointing the device on the table.

“A little from our little guest.” Tony said, and Nat rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who did this but it’s a genius. There are a lot of gadgets in only one.” he added.

“Can I see it?” the archer said and took them before they could reply. He examined the thing while remembering what you said about how to send a signal discreetly. “And what is this button?” he asked, pushing it.

“I don’t know but it seems that nothing works.” Natasha said and her best friend hummed before he put your weapons down and took a step away.

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[Earth 717]

Wanda was sitting on the couch in the living room, she stared at the window. The sun started to set again and you were not here. She came out for her trance when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned round to meet the green eyes she loved so much. Natasha didn’t say anything, she just sat beside her wife and took her in her arms. It was always like this, when the Sokovian felt sad, empty or both; her wife would just hold her tight to remind her that she was not alone. They never end this habit even after your birth and when you were the reason she felt like this.

There was a comfy silence until Morgan entered the room visibly in a rush. “We have a signal.” she said and your moms didn’t wait before following her in her lab. “It’s not a big one so we think she sent it in a while now.” the young Stark explained when they were in the Lab with everyone.

“Like we excepted the signal don’t come from anywhere in our universe, but I traced it and I found the location.” Tony said while the screen showed a lot of earth planets until it stopped on one of them, he zoomed and a signal appeared on the screen. “Universe 616, I’ll do some research to know where exactly it’s from.”

The room was drowned in the silence and noise of the keyboard until they stopped. “Got this.” he said and everyone looked at the screen. “New York, from what seems to be the rest of an Avengers’ tower.” he explained.

“I can go now.” America said.

“No, we come with you.” Wanda said.

“Wanda, you retired from a while now you should let them go.” Tony said but the Sokovian didn’t change her mind.

“It’s my baby so, of course we come. I don’t want to hear anything, I should be there to protect her the first time.” she said and nobody wanted to argue. After she materialized her and Nat's suit, America opened a portal and they crossed it.

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[Earth 616, 2036]

On the other side of the portal, the three were ready to fight anyone who would face them but fortunately or unfortunately, there was nobody.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place Amrica, because it doesn’t seem to have a soul?” Natasha said while looking everywhere for a sign of you.

“Yeah, I came here a while ago but it was a decade prior.” she said and the woman nodded.

“I think we should split up to find her.” the red head proposed but she was quickly stopped by her wife.

“No, it’s not right.” Wanda said and the two other women looked at her.

“What’s happening Wanda?” the younger asked.

“She’s not here.” your mama whispered. “I can’t feel her, she’s not here.” she repeated louder.

“Hey honey, it’s okay, maybe it’s just because we’re in another universe so your powers don’t work.” Natasha tried to reassure her wife (or herself). “Let’s try to search a little.” she proposed and even if Wanda didn’t think it was a good idea she couldn't say ‘no’ when her wife looked so desperate.

Unfortunately for them after three hours of research and a world tour for Wanda in this universers they couldn’t find you. “I think we should go back now. We will tell Morgan to affinate her research the next time.” America proposed and even if they didn’t want to, your moms just nodded and after crossing another portal they were back home.

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[Earth 717]

When they came back everyone was expecting to see you but when they saw their faces, they knew.

“It’s impossible.” Morgan said before felling apart. You were not back, not yet.

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