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Warmth ✩ (Din Djarin/Reader)

Summary: 

Warm. That’s the first thing you notice when your eyes flutter open, however many hours later. You feel warm, which is unusual; space is freezing and you’re used to being cold down to your bones. But you’re warm through and through and there’s a pleasant weight wrapped around your middle. As you rub your eyes and yawn, you realize there’s also a soft feeling on your neck like you’ve fallen asleep in front of a heated vent.

Realization arrives slowly, piecing together in your brain as you come awake. You—well, you slept with the Mandalorian, didn’t you?

The Mandalorian has a brush with death, and, as always, you’re there to help him through it. There’s other things you can help with, though.

or: inexperienced (but eager) Din x reader

Rating: E/18+

Warnings: description of blood/injuries in the opening half (feel free to skip if that makes you uncomfortable); smut, of course; loss of virginity

A/N: I’m new to the fandom but I saw these posts by @jakesmysterio​ from a while ago and got inspired <3 love y’all

WC: 8,383 words

also available on ao3 | other fics: Cover Me Part 1 & Part 2

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Imagine Loki and Thor ending up in Middle Earth. Thor sides with and join Thorin’s company. While Loki sides with Thranduil, even though the two compete over who’s more fabulous

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A request I did for @middleearth2asgard for "the good kind of jealous" Din.

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Hi! I'm sending you some prompts that I might be cool for Din. Feel free to use as few or as many as you want. :) "Are you sure you want to do this? Because there's no turning back." "Out of everyone you could have chosen, why did you have to pick me?" "I just want you to know that you were never alone." "What is this? What are we doing?" "It's a hug, you idiot. I'm hugging you. It's what people do when they care about each other." "I love you." "They had to kill me for you to finally say it?."

Title: The Hug

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Rating: Teen+

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader 

Warnings: none

Summary: For the prompts “What is this? What are we doing?” and “It’s a hug, you idiot. I’m hugging you. It’s what people do when they care about each other.” (the other prompts will be written in their own ficlets)

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Gotham (TV), MCU, Marvel, The Avengers, Captain America, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edward Nygma/Reader, Oswald Cobblepot/Reader, Avengers Team & Reader Characters: Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, The Riddler, The Penguin, Captain America - Character, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Falcon, War Machine - Character, Scarlet Witch, Batman, The Avengers - Character Additional Tags: Reader-Insert Summary:

When your team’s mission requires a special kind of help, you’ll have to reach out to old friends and associates in order to get the job done.

But, sometimes the past is better off where it is.

A Gotham/Avengers crossover and an Edward/Reader/Oswald

**The summary sucks, but hopefully the story doesn’t**

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So had this been done yet or…

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They really are man’s best friend, I can’t imagine living a life without them.

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☆ 3k celebration » BUCKY’S THIGHS AND AMERICA’S ASS requested by anonymous

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We gotta make an all out stand Ayo, I’m gonna need a right-hand man*.

*In which Bucky Barnes is Captain America’s Steve Rogers’ right-hand man.

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Hello! I’m absolutely in love with Concerning Hobbits and Dragons! It’s so well written and I’m emotionally invested in this story now. Keep up the amazing work❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.S. could you tag me in the story? I don’t know if you do that or not. Anyways have a wonderful day/night!:)

I'm so glad to hear how much you love it! I've never tagged anybody before (honestly I'm not entirely sure I know what you're asking for lol). Hope you have a wonderful day as well!

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Gotham (TV), MCU, Marvel, The Avengers, Captain America, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edward Nygma/Reader, Oswald Cobblepot/Reader, Avengers Team & Reader Characters: Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Tony Stark, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, The Riddler, The Penguin, Captain America - Character, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Falcon, War Machine - Character, Scarlet Witch, Batman, The Avengers - Character Additional Tags: Reader-Insert Summary:

When your team's mission requires a special kind of help, you'll have to reach out to old friends and associates in order to get the job done.

But, sometimes the past is better off where it is.

A Gotham/Avengers crossover and an Edward/Reader/Oswald

**The summary sucks, but hopefully the story doesn't**

#mcu #marvel #the avengers #gotham #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #sam wilson #edward nygma #the riddler #the penguin #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma x reader #Oswald cobblepot x reader #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jim gordon #hawkeye #iron man #captain america #black widow #reader interactive

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Clint Barton x reader

"Clint, come on," Sam called out, smacking the archer's outstretched legs as he walked by him. "We're going to the rec room to play darts, shoot pool, and drink some beer."

"Uh, I think I'll pass this time. Thanks anyway, guys," Clint responded, leaning farther back in the recliner.

Sitting down on the arm of the chair, you said, "You never miss an opportunity to beat us at darts or pool. What's up?"

"Nothing," Clint shrugged.

You stared hard at his face, not feeling the least bit convinced.

"Is it another headache?"

"No. It's just winning all the time gets old. Maybe if I had some real competition," he added, causing you to smack him on the arm. "I'll come down in a few minutes to have a beer, okay?"

"Okay," you said, leaning over to give him a kiss.

As you left the room, he yelled, "Try to stay out of trouble until I get there, baby!"

"You know I won't!"

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Later that night, you rolled over in the bed you shared with Clint to find his side empty. In your half-asleep state, you thought that he must have just been in the bathroom. After dozing off and waking up once more, you realized he was still gone. Opening your eyes, you noticed the bathroom door was open and the light was off.

"What the hell?" you muttered when you saw that the clock read 3 AM. Getting out of bed, you put on your robe and headed out to look for him. You found him in the training area, fully dressed, practicing with his bow.

Sneaking up on him, you leaned against the wall and watched while he took his stance.

What was he doing down here? He didn't need the practice, especially at this time of night.

You stayed silent, waiting for him to take his shot. It was going to be a perfect bullseye. It always was. You received the shock of your life when the arrow landed several rings away from the center.

Well, that was certainly a fluke.

"Damn it," he mumbled as he retrieved the arrow from the target. In his frustration, he didn't notice you as he returned to his position and took another shot. This time, it landed several rings away in the opposite direction.

Now, it all made sense...the headaches, avoidance of his favorite activities, practicing in the middle of the night...

"Why didn't you tell me, Clint?" you asked, startling him.

"You scared me, babe. How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," you said, walking over to him. "Why didn't you tell me?" you repeated.

"I didn't want anybody to know," he responded.

"So, you can't see as good as you used to, so what? It's no big deal."

"Sure, it is. All I am for this team is a set of sharp eyes and a hell of a good shot. Now, I'm neither one."

"Clint, you wouldn't stop being an Avenger if you bow got broken. Your eyes are just a tool. We'll get you some glasses or something and everything will go back to normal."

"Great, now they can all think I'm getting too old for this job."

"Is that's what bothering you? You're in the same age bracket as Tony and Bruce, and I haven't heard anyone telling them they're too old."

"Yeah, the guy that pays for all this and the guy that turns into the Hulk if you make him mad...I don't think anybody is chomping at the bit for that job," he said, making you smile.

At least he hadn't lost his sense of humor.

"How about I make you a deal, hun?" you said. "When I think you're too old for this job, I'll let you know."

"Thanks a lot, babe," he said with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"We'll go tomorrow and get you some glasses."

"Oh no, I'm not getting glasses. I'll go with contacts....try to keep this secret as long as I can."

"Come on! I think you'd look sexy with the right glasses," you said, sliding your hands up under his shirt and across his chest.

With a laugh, he said, "Yeah, well, we'll see about that."

"I think I can convince you," you said coyly, giving him your best bedroom eyes.

"I think you could at that."

"Why don't we go back to bed and I'll remind you why my opinion is the only one that matters," you said softly, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach.

"Lead the way."

"I'll have to. After watching that shooting, I don't know that you could even see to find your way back," you said jokingly over your shoulder.

"Oh, shut up, baby," he said with a laugh, smacking you gently on the butt as you rushed off with him following close behind.

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Scott Lang x mom!reader

"Hey, honey, how was your day?" you asked your son as he climbed into the backseat of your SUV with his book bag still on.

He mumbled something in response that you couldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"It was okay," he said a little bit louder.

On your drive home, you continued in your attempts to make conversation with him. Normally, he barely stopped talking long enough to breathe, so you were concerned by his newfound silence. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you had decided it was a lost cause. He would open up to you when he felt like it.

This new routine continued for several days until one Friday afternoon when he finally muttered, "There's this kid in my class that won't leave me alone."

"What's he been doing?"

"Picking on me."

"Did you stand up to him and tell him to stop?"

"Yeah...laughed at me," he replied, barely audible.

You sighed aloud when you looked in your rearview mirror and saw his sad expression. It broke your heart to see your only child upset. You'd always encouraged him to stand up for himself and try to solve his own problems when at all possible. It wasn't too early for him to learn how to take care of himself. After all, you might not always be there. You'd learned that lesson the hard way when his father passed away.

But, if he had already done that to no avail, then you weren't going to let him fight his battle all alone.

"What's his name?" you asked.

"...... Lang," you heard him whisper, missing the first part. Oh well, it didn't matter. You'd have a talk with young Mr. Lang's parents on Monday morning.

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Monday mornings were always rough at your household...gathering up homework, trying to find lost sneakers, dragging a sleepy little boy out of bed while drinking your coffee. You were already running late for work when you stopped at the school drop-off, so the Lang situation would have to wait until this afternoon.

"Bye, honey, try to have a good day. I love you."

"Mom," he sighed, looking both ways to see if anybody was in earshot. "I love you, too."

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You arrived at the school earlier than normal in the afternoon in the hopes of finding out who this Lang's kid's parents were. Being a widowed mother, you didn't have as much time to dedicate to school activities as some of the others, so unless they belonged to your son's friends, you didn't know anything about them.

But, you knew who would.

"Hey, Carol," you said as you slide up to your best friend's car window. "How's it going?"

"Same as always, I guess. How are you and Spencer?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you know a Mr. and Mrs. Lang?"

"She's not Mrs. Lang anymore. She remarried. I know her and the stepdad pretty well. Mr. Lang shows up when he can...if I wasn't married I'd like to know him a lot better, if you know what I mean. That is one good looking man."

You let out a humored snort and shook your head at her. "As helpful as all that knowledge is, do you know if they're here today?"

"That's his car over there," she said with a nod.

"Thanks," you replied, patting her on the arm.

You made your over to the vehicle she had indicated and knocked on the passenger's side window. The man in the driver's seat jumped slightly, apparently startled.

He rolled down the window and asked, "May I help you?"

"That depends, are you Mr. Lang?"

"Yeah, Scott Lang, that's me," he replied with a chipper tone to his voice.

"I wanted to talk to you about your son."

"My son?"

"Yeah, your son."

"Um, give me a minute."

He got out of the car and walked over to join you on the sidewalk. Now that he was out in the sunlight, you saw that Carol was right. With dark hair, dark eyes, and an unbelievably youthful look for a middle-aged man, he was incredibly handsome.

"Um, yeah," you began, regaining your composure, "it seems your son has been picking on mine. Now, don't think I'm an overbearing mother who gets involved in her boy's life all the time, but he says he stood up to your son, told him to stop, and all he did was laugh at him. I thought you and I could handle this as adults, without getting the teacher involved."

You realized that he looked as if he was trying not to laugh at you.

"I don't see what's so funny."

"No, I'm sure you don't yet," he began. "You must be Spencer's mom?"

"Yes, I am," you said a little surprised.

"I think there's been a little misunderstanding. You'll see in a minute. Over here, peanut!" he yelled at someone over your shoulder.

"Daddy!" you heard a little girl yell right before she ran over to the man you were speaking to.

He scooped her up in his arms, gave her a quick hug, then set her down on the ground in front of you.

She was a beautiful little girl who couldn't have looked any more angelic unless a halo had been floating over her head.

"Cassie, this is your new friend Spencer's mom. Mrs. Y/l/n, this is Cassie."

"Hey, Mrs. Y/l/n, it's very nice to meet you," she said.

"Mom!" you heard Spencer cry out behind you. "What are you doing?!" He asked once he was standing beside you. He wore a totally exasperated look on his face.

"Hey, Spencer," Cassie said shyly before reaching her hand over to ruffle his hair. She giggled when he swatted it away.

"See, mom," he mumbled. "She won't leave me alone."

You looked at Mr. Lang apologetically. "I'm sorry. It seems my son left out a few important details."

You leaned over to Spencer and said, "Don't you know when a little girl picks on you, it means she likes you."

He glanced from you, to Cassie, and back to you with an expression that said he didn't wholly believe you.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and believe me, it doesn't change when you get older either, kid," Lang said with a smile.

"Do you want to come play at my house?" Cassie asked. "My dad has a big indoor maze and you can see my giant pet ant?"

"Giant pet ant?! How can you have a giant ant?" Spencer said.

"You'll have to come see."

"Can I, mom?"

"Oh, I don't know. Mr. Lang might have other things to do today."

"He doesn't!" Cassie volunteered.

"It's true. He doesn't," Lang said. "I know we just met, so if you and your husband feel more comfortable joining us-"

"Mom's not married!"

"Neither is my dad!"

You blushed at the children's outbursts and Lang rubbed the back of his neck with a laugh.

"Can we, mom? Please, please, please?"

Your son looked happier than he had in days, so how could you say no?

"Oh, alright."

"Yay!" The kids squealed in unison.

"Yay!" Lang copied them, making you laugh.

"Well, lead the way, Mr. Lang."

"Ok, and you might as well call me Scott."

"Y/f/n."

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"Oh my God," you said as your fingers ran over the soft leather of the ant-man suit.

Scott figured once you'd seen Cassie's giant pet ant, there was no reason not to tell you the whole truth. Besides, what was the harm of showing off a little to an attractive, single woman.

"Who would have guessed I would have met an actual Avenger at the school pick-up lane?" You said as you picked up his helmet to study it.

"Well, once you strip away the 'superhero saving the world stuff', we're really just regular people.... except for Thor, I guess.... and maybe Tony Stark, and..."

"I get it," you said, patting him gently on the arm.

You'd had an absolutely wonderful afternoon with Scott. While the kids happily played, he'd told you all about being an Avenger, his daughter, his divorce, and even his time in jail. He was an extremely easy guy to spend time with, and an even easier guy to like. Things felt very natural with him. So when Cassie came running up asking if you could join them for dinner, you happily agreed.

You were helping set the table when you heard the front door open and a man's voice yell, "Hey, Scottie!"

You weren't positive, but you were pretty sure you heard Scott mutter, "Oh, no."

Moments later, a man entered the kitchen and said, "Oh, man, I didn't know you had company. I'm Luis, Scottie's best friend and business partner."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm y/f/n y/l/n."

"Y/f/n y/l/n? You mean the super fine hottie from the school?"

"What?" You asked with a surprised laugh.

Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Scott run his finger across his throat in a slashing motion. But when you looked, he was just brushing off his shirt.

"I mean, I don't know anything about that," Luis began. "I mean, you are a super fine hottie, but I don't know anything about that."

"Luis!" Scott said, finally cutting the rambling man off.

Quickly recovering, Luis went over to the stove and asked, "Oh, what are you guys fixing to eat?"

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After dinner, you announced that it was time to go home, which was met with two small "oh, no's".

"Oh, yes, it's getting late. You both have school tomorrow, remember?"

Scott walked you to the door while the kids ran out to the car together.

"So, um, I have to ask...did you use your daughter just to get a date with me?" You asked playfully.

"Of course not. I can't help that Cassie took a liking to Spencer, which led to us eventually meeting, anymore than I can help-"

"That you happened to be a super fine hottie!" Luis supplied from the kitchen, causing Scott to sigh in annoyance.

"Uh huh, sure."

"But, I was wondering... is there any chance you're free on Saturday?"

"Spencer has a soccer game on Saturday."

"Oh."

"Unless, you and Cassie would like to join us? We could get dinner afterwards."

Scott smiled at you before yelling out the door, "Cassie, would you like to go Spencer's soccer game on Saturday?"

"Yeah!" The two little voices chimed in unison.

"Seems like they've hit it off," you said.

"Yeah."

"You know, what you told Spencer was right, it doesnt change when we get older."

Then you reached up and ruffled his hair until it was a complete mess and said in your best Luis-voice, "See ya on Saturday, Scottie."

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Halloween with the Avengers

“Here you go, sweet cheeks,” Tony said with a wink and a smile as he handed you an envelope over your breakfast.

“What is this?” You asked once you’d finished chewing.

“Open it and find out,” he replied simply before turning and heading back out the door, humming a happy tune as he did so.

With a shrug, you tore open the envelope to find a party invitation inside. It was for an Avengers-only (What was that about? That was very unlike Tony), costumes-required Halloween party that was to be held at the training facility on the evening of October 31st.

You were in the middle of reading all of the costume rules (which clearly stated that wearing your superhero uniform did NOT count) when Natasha entered the kitchen holding her invitation in the air.

“Well, do you have any idea what this is about?” She asked.

“You mean why is Tony throwing a party here at the facility and not inviting anyone but us? No idea. He rushed out of here before I even got the thing open.”

“I’m not the only one who thinks it’s odd, right?”

“No, he’s probably up to something. At least that’s my guess.”

“You going to go? Well, it’s here, but you know what I mean.”

“Don’t know of any reason not to. It’ll be fun. As long as no one kills each other, that is.”

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“I’m not going,” was Clint’s answer to your question about what he was going to wear to the party.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” You asked.

“I mean I’m not going. I’ve got better things to do,” he replied, plopping down on the couch across from you.

“Like what?”

“Like not go to the party of the guy that put me in jail.”

“Clint, come on, you know he wasn’t responsible for that. Not really.”

“He’s got a point, y/n,” Bucky said. “He gave me an invitation too, and considering our history, it was awkward. I just said ‘thanks’ and decided I was definitely not going.”

“Guys,” You began, “I talked to him. He wants all of us to have a fresh start. Try to become a team and all that. The least you can do is show up and give it a go. Please?”

You gave them your best puppy dog eyes and Clint was the first one to cave.

“Fine, I’ll go,” he said with a sigh.

“Me too,” Bucky added.

“Good! So, do either of you have any ideas for your costume?”

“Are you talking about Tony’s party?” Steve asked as he entered the room.

“Yeah, I was asking them what they’re going to wear. What about you, Steve?”

“I don’t have a clue. Neither does Sam. I thought about some kind of soldier’s uniform, but that seems sort of predictable.”

“I could help you guys out, if you want?”

“Did I hear you say you were going to assist them with their party attire?” Thor asked from where he had just appeared in the doorway. Without giving you time to answer, he continued, “Would you mind helping me as well?”

“Of course not, Thor. I’d be happy to.”

“Too bad you decided not to go, Loki. Y/n is going to help me dress for the evening,” Thor said over his shoulder.

“Well, I never actually said I wasn’t going,” Loki said as he slid past his brother to give you a large smile. “I am putting myself into your very capable hands.”

Clint let out an annoyed groan from where he was lying on the couch.

“What about you, Hawk? Do you also require my assistance?”

“I appreciate the offer, baby, but I’ve already got something in mind.”

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You only had a few days to figure out six different costumes, including your own. Why did you ever offer to help any of them? This was going to be a disaster.

By the time the evening of October 29th rolled around, you still hadn’t come up with a single idea. You were lying in bed, trying to decide what to watch, when you suddenly had an epiphany. You hopped up and ran out of your room to find that Bucky, Sam, and Steve were thankfully still up.

“Ok, I have three questions for you guys. Steve, do you have a good suit?”

“Yeah.”

“Great! Do you and Bucky mind shaving?”

They looked at each and shrugged before saying “no.”

“Awesome! Sam, are your ears pierced by any chance?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll have to find clip-ons then. Thanks!”

Then you ran back to your bedroom as quickly as you had left it, leaving three confused men in your wake.

Smiling happily, you said to yourself, “Four down and only two to go.”

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On the night of the party, you spread each of their outfits out on their beds, complete with written instructions on how to perfect the look. Your own costume was relatively simple. The only difficulty was the hair, but you managed to get the overall effect close enough that it shouldn’t matter.

As you looked over yourself in the mirror, you were interrupted by a knock on your door. You opened it to find a clean-shaven Bucky standing there.

“Well, how do I look?” he asked.

“The hair is all wrong. Come here,” you said, pulling him over to your vanity and pushing him down on the seat.

“You told me to pull it up,” he said defensively.

You snatched the ball cap off his head and pulled the tie out of his hair, ruining his ponytail.

“I meant pull it up in a way that the cap would hide how long it is,” you said as you ran your fingers through his dark hair.

He sighed softly and leaned his head back until it was resting against your body.

“This is nice,” he whispered, smiling up at you.

Returning the smile, you replied, “I can’t fix your hair like this.”

He let out a playful huff and sat up straight so you could finish styling his hair. When you were satisfied, you put the cap back on his head and nodded your approval. He stood up and you studied him from head to toe. From the blue cap all the way down to the black and white Converse, he looked perfect.

“You look great,” you said.

“Just great? I was hoping for drop dead gorgeous,” he said, earning a laugh from you.

“That compliment is reserved for me,” Steve interjected from where he now leaned against your bedroom door.

His assessment wasn’t far off. He wore a dark suit and blue tie that was a spot on match for his eyes. He made for a truly stunning sight.

As you stared at him, you actually found yourself at a loss for words. Luckily, you were saved by Sam coming into view. Honestly, if you hadn’t been so distracted by Steve, you probably would have heard his pounds of gold chains jingling long before he reached your room.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up when he saw him, and Bucky snorted before breaking down into laughter.

“Shut up,” Sam growled.

Walking towards him, you placed your hands on his arms and said, “I think for tonight, ‘Shut up, fool’ would be the more appropriate response.”

“I hate you,” he muttered.

“No, you don’t,” you said, reaching up and thumping his large feather earring with one finger.

Pulling a cigar out of your breast pocket, you put it between your teeth and said with a grin, “I love it when a plan comes together.”

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“Oh my god, you came as the A-Team,” Clint said when he saw the four of you. Directing his next comment to you, he added, “And I didn’t think I could be any crazier about you.”

“Oh, shut up, Clint,” you said with a laugh while giving him a hug. “Or do I have to call you Indiana Jones tonight? That costume is spot on. You even have the whip.”

“I was hoping you’d notice that part,” he said in a low voice that made your cheeks feel hot.

Before you could think of a response, Natasha and Bruce walked over to join you.

“Hey, your costumes turned out great!” Bruce said. “Can you guess who we are?”

You stared blankly at the pair of them. Bruce was wearing a suit and Natasha had on a 90’s era pantsuit, neither of which gave you any idea who they were dressed as. You noticed Bruce’s hopeful expression and quickly turned to look at Natasha, hoping she’d give you some kind of hint. She silently mouthed something that you didn’t catch, then crossed her two index fingers over each other to form an “X”.

“Mulder and Scully, of course!” You blurted out as if it was completely obvious.

“Yeah! See, I told you people would get it, Natasha. She thought it looked too ordinary.”

“Not at all,” you lied.

“Oh, excuse me,” Bruce said. “I’ll be right back.”

After he was out of hearing range, Natasha said, “You didn’t have a clue, did you?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Good evening, ladies,” Tony said as he slid up next to you with a pipe hanging out of his mouth.

“Sherlock Holmes?” You asked.

“Mmhm, What do you think?” he asked, holding his arms out and doing a little spin.

Glancing over his shoulder, you said, “I think I see two of you.”

He turned quickly towards the entrance and swore under his breath when he saw Stephen Strange wearing the exact same outfit.

“What the hell?!” Tony called out.

Even from that distance, you saw Stephen’s face drop as his features took on a disappointed and annoyed expression.

“Seriously?” Stephen asked once he had joined you. “We look ridiculous. People are going to think we matched on purpose.”

“Uh, they’re definitely not going to think that about me. You maybe, but not me,” Tony said. “And, by the way, that’s the worst attempt at a British accent I’ve ever heard.”

“So, What did you pick out for Thor and Loki?” Natasha asked, changing the subject.

“They were actually really tough to come up with good ideas for, so if you say their costumes suck it won’t hurt my feelings. Well, you can see for yourself. There they are.”

Thor was still sporting a large grin in spite of the fact that you made him wear his eyepatch to go along with his pirate costume. Beside him, Loki seemed to be having a hard time adjusting to his fake vampire fangs. He kept pushing them back up like a child with an oversized retainer. Thor waved to you above his head before the two of them crossed the room to join you.

“Don’t you two...I’m sorry, you three...look handsome tonight,” you said, petting the fake parrot that sat on Thor’s shoulder.

“It is all thanks to you, y/n. You did a truly excellent job!” Thor said. He reached over, took your hand in his, and gave it a playful kiss which made you giggle.

After shooting his brother an angry glare, Loki grabbed your other hand and said, “Yes, you did wonderfully. Thank you, darling.”

He pulled the hand he was holding up to his mouth, but before his lips made contact with your skin, his fangs fell out enough to bump you. He sighed in annoyance, pushed them back in, then planted a soft kiss on your hand that lasted much longer than his brother’s had.

You tried not to show your embarrassment at their attention and muttered a quiet, “You’re welcome.”

“So, What am I supposed to be exactly?” Loki asked you.

“A vampire. You bite people on the neck and drink their blood. And by people I mean young, attractive women usually.”

“Oh, really?” he asked with a heightened level of interest to his voice as he eyed your neck with a fanged smile.

“Down, Boy,” Tony said. “Or I’ll have Mulder and Scully here drive a wooden stake through your heart.”

“Uh, Tony?” Bruce said as he rejoined the group almost on cue. “If this is a party, where’s the food and everything?”

“I’ll explain that once everybody is here.”

“Hey, guys!” Scott yelled as he jogged over from the entrance. Everyone stared at the red, white, and blue clad man who was carrying a painted cardboard shield.

“Oh, so I’m the only one who thought it’d be cool to dress up as one of my teammates, huh?” he asked as he looked over the other costumes in the group. Pointing to Tony and Stephen, he added, “You two match. That’s...cute.”

——————

After the rest of the team had dragged in, Tony gathered everyone around and said, “Okay, since this is Halloween, I’ve got some activities planned before the actual party begins. First, the entire facility, except for this room and the living areas, has been turned into a haunted house. Don’t go crazy and assault any of the actors. I don’t want a lawsuit. The goal is to make your way to the main exit on the backside of the building. There, I’ve had a giant, enclosed outdoor maze constructed. It’s completely dark inside, no cell phones or flashlights are allowed, and each of us enters alone. I didn’t design the actual path so I don’t know the way, either. Once you make it out...if you make it out, that is....you’ll find the party waiting for you on the other side. So, let’s get started.”

Although not as cool as being one yourself would have been, having a billionaire as a friend was pretty awesome. The haunted house was absolutely spectacular. The special effects and attention to detail were amazing. And even though it wasn’t that scary (you were an Avenger after all), it was still a lot of fun. There was only one part in the whole thing that made you jump. It was when a man in full body paint came crawling out on all fours from around the corner. He startled you, and he would have gotten an instinctual kick in the face if not for someone wrapping their arms around you from behind.

“Remember what I said about a lawsuit, honey,” Tony whispered in your ear.

“Of course. Sorry, Tony,” you said with a nervous chuckle, still jumpy from the scare.

It wasn’t until you had all reached the entrance to the maze that an uneasiness settled over the group. Looking into the dark, quiet tunnel seemed to have a sobering effect on everybody.

“Tony?” Clint began. “This is just a maze, right? You didn’t set any rats or snakes or anything loose in there?”

“Just a maze, Barton. Who’s going in first?”

His question was met with several moments of silence.

“I’ll go,” Peter said at last.

“Way to go, kid. You’re making all of us look bad.”

Every few minutes, another Avenger would enter the maze until it was your turn. You wandered through the darkness with your hands outstretched, feeling along the walls as you went. The first thing you noticed was how eerily quiet it was. You should have been able to hear someone else walking around, right?

“Tony?” You called out.

No answer.

“Steve?”

Nothing.

“Anybody?”

Still more silence.

You kept moving, running into one dead end after another. After awhile, you began to lose track of time and started getting fed up with the whole thing. You were tempted to sink down to the ground and wait for someone else to come along, but how long might that take?

As you contemplated your options, you ran into something hard. But unlike the metal walls that surrounded you, this one apologized for getting in your way.

“Steve?”

“Y/n?”

“Oh my god, I’m so glad I found you! I was so sick of wandering around this place by myself. Do you have any idea where we are?”

“No, I was headed that way,” he said, pointing in the dark even though you couldn’t see him, “but I ran into a dead end.”

“Here,” You said, reaching down and feeling until you found his hand, “I’m going to hold onto you so that neither one of us gets lost. It’ll be so much nicer than being alone.”

“Yes, it will be.” If it hadn’t been so dark, you would have noticed the sweet smile and warm blush on his handsome face.

You pulled him along behind you through the many twists and turns. Having Steve around for company boosted your confidence, and you were walking at a much faster pace than you had been previously, which turned out to be a bad decision. In your rush, you ran nose first into something very solid.

“Son of a bitch!” You cried out, rubbing your nose while your eyes welled up with tears.

“Are you alright?” a concerned Steve asked.

“Yeah, I ran into the wall.”

“Sorry, doll, but that wasn’t the wall. It was me,” Bucky said.

You reached out and rested your hand on what had to be Bucky’s metal arm.

“It’s alright, Buck.”

“How are we going to get out of here?” He asked. “I’m about ready to punch my way through the walls.”

“Bucky, we don’t know how many walls there are,” Steve said calmly. “Not to mention we don’t know what direction to go in. We might just get in deeper.”

“So we keep tearing up the place until we get out.”

“This is supposed to be fun. We aren’t punching our way out,” you said. “Now, let’s go.”

You grabbed Bucky’s arm and let Steve lead the way, with you in the middle, and Bucky taking up the rear. After a few minutes, you stopped dead in your tracks, let go of both of them, and said, “Shhh! Listen!”

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the faint sound of bickering. As it drew closer, you recognized Thor’s deep voice. If anyone could pierce the soundproof nature of this place of course it would be him.

“Thor!” You yelled as loudly as possible.

“Y/n!!” he bellowed in reply.

Once your group met up with him, you asked, “Who’s with you?”

“It’s just me and my brother, darling,” Loki purred beside your ear. You jumped in response, surprised at how silently he could move in the darkness.

“Well, our little group is growing” Steve said. “Of course, that doesn’t seem to be helping us get out any faster.”

“I still say we punch our way out,” Bucky muttered.

“That’s not a bad idea!” Thor said.

“Yes, it is. We already threw out that suggestion.”

Before Bucky could respond, a high-pitched, girlish scream pierced the air.

“Wanda?! Is that you?”

“Uh...no that was me,” You heard Scott say from a few yards away. “Something brushed against my leg.”

He walked forward with his hands out until he felt something with his right palm.

“That’s my face, Lang,” Loki hissed.

“Sorry, man.”

“Ok,” You began, “I vote that we all stick together and keep moving. We have to be close to the exit by now. We should all hold onto each other so no one gets separated from the group.”

Your statement was met with a few moments of silence before Bucky said, “I’m not holding hands with anyone unless it’s you.”

“I second that.”

“Definitely.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes while the rest of the guys murmured in agreement.

“Fine, do whatever makes you happy.”

You grabbed onto Loki and Scott, who led the way, and once again started walking. Not more than ten minutes later, you were outside and felt the chilly fall breeze hit you in the face. You were pleasantly surprised to find a big campfire surrounded by tables of food and a full bar.

“You guys finally made it. Took long enough.”

You looked to find Clint perched on top of a picnic table working on a candy apple.

“We can’t be the last ones?” you asked as you glanced around, not seeing anyone else.

“Nah, it was just me before you guys showed up.”

“How long we were in there?”

“It took me about ten minutes. You were in there...about forty five,” he said, squinting at his watch.

“Only forty five minutes? I thought it was at least an hour and a half.”

“It felt like an eternity,” Scott said.

As you looked around, you noticed that your little group was one person short.

“Shit! Where is Bucky?”

“I thought he was behind me,” Steve said.

All of a sudden, the loud sound of metal hitting metal rang through the air. About eight feet down from the exit, the wall of the maze warped outward. On the third hit, his fist broke through. Everyone stared as he ripped the metal until there was a hole large enough for him to climb through.

Amazed by what you had just witnessed, you simply shook your head and climbed up beside Clint who passed you a candy apple. The rest of the team eventually found their way out in groups of two and three. After that, there was plenty of drinking and laughter. You witnessed civilized conversations between people who normally wouldn’t even take the time to tell each other to go to hell.

As you sat next to the fire watching your friends, Tony came up beside you and handed you another drink.

“You can go ahead and say it,” he said.

You responded by giving him a questioning look.

“You’re a genius, Tony. You’re absolutely brilliant, Tony. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met and I need you, Tony.”

You cut your eyes at him before breaking out into laughter.

“Okay, maybe I’m stretching it,” he said with a chuckle. “But, you’ve got to admit, this thing seems like a success.”

“You did good,” you said. With a soft smile, you added, “And you are brilliant, Tony.”

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, he said, “This feels like a toast-worthy kind of moment. To new beginnings? Nah, that sounds pretty cheesy.”

Looking out over your team, you clinked your plastic cup against his and said, “To the Avengers.”

“To the Avengers.”

————Epilogue————

“Okay, even with the fire, it’s getting pretty cold out here. I vote we go to the screening room and watch some scary movies,” Tony announced to the group.

While the other Avengers murmured in agreement, you studied the group with furrowed brows and a frown and asked, “Hey, where’s the kid?”

“What?” Tony asked.

“Where’s Peter? Has anyone seen him lately?”

No one spoke up.

“Is he still in the maze?” You asked.

“That’s been like three hours now,” Clint spoke up.

“Tony, are there emergency exits or lights installed that we don’t know about?” Steve asked.

“Uhh...no.”

When his response was met with a disapproving glare, he continued defensively, “How was I supposed to know someone would get stuck in there?”

“Ugh, I guess there’s nothing else to do but go in and find him,” you said, rubbing your hand across your face. “I take back what I said earlier, Tony. This party really stinks.”

“I can’t be blamed for this!” he cried out as he followed you into the maze.

****Elsewhere****

“Wait, where is everybody?” Peter said out loud. “Am I—how did I get back to the entrance?”

With an exasperated sigh, he headed back inside the facility, grabbed the giant bowl of Halloween candy out of the kitchen, and set himself up in the screening room.

“I guess there’s nothing else to do but have my own party. Happy Halloween, Peter.”

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