#Avangers x reader

[iloveinej]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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[imaginativeavengers]

The Missing Piece: Part Nine

Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.

Summary: After attempting to move on with life secrets begin to come out and you're left with a difficult choice to make.

Word Count: 8.3K

Warnings: SMUT, talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship, talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, firing from job, oral sex (m receiving), protected sex, p in v, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni

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<< Part Eight || Part Nine >>

It was difficult to believe the trouble you would have with weening yourself away from Bucky and Steve’s interactions. It had almost become second nature to want to call or speak with them, inform them about any good news, be consoled from any heartbreak, just talk with them and feel that close connection. The abject loneliness that came from simply not having their presence had been like having this new void in your life.

It was lucky that you had Wanda to keep you steady when you wanted to feel weak. Wanda had made herself available at all times of day, inviting you over for dinner, celebrating you’re the job offer from Timothy. It was nice to have that distraction, but it never seemed to last long enough. Wanda had her own life and her own love with Vision. It wasn’t fun playing the third wheel to an overly loving couple, especially when it felt like your own love life was going nowhere.

Wanda cut through your thoughts. “Oh, wow. How about this guy?” Then flip your phone to be facing you to reveal another candidate from whatever dating app she had currently signed you up to. “So, he works in a museum and seems cute, right? He has kind eyes.” Wanda mentioned, which made you huff and shrug your shoulders indecisively. “I-I don’t know, Wan… I just… I’m not sure I’m ready for all this again yet.”

The two of you had been arguing if you were ready to fully get back out into the dating world again. It wasn’t like you had really been looking to date when Bucky and Steve had pushed themselves independently into your life. It had just happened in a beautiful whirlwind that left you strangely empty now that they were no longer there. It wasn’t like it could have ever worked out anyway. They were colleagues. How were you supposed to explain that you had been ‘dating’ the other without residual trouble?

A tender sigh slipped from Wanda’s lips. Reluctantly she nodded her head and placed your phone carefully between you both. “I get it. I just want you to be happy and I’m worried that one of them might try and make their way back into your life. After what Detective said, I’m worried-” “There is no need to be worried, Wanda.” You informed her with a careful tone. “I cut them both off and they haven’t tried contacting me any other way. I’m sure… I’m sure they spoke to each other, figured out they were both perusing the same woman and decided to put their friendship before that.” Then shrugging, you didn’t really know that, but that was what your mind had convinced you.

“Maybe.” The redhead hummed in response, shook her head and sat back in her chair. “Why don’t we go out for some dinner tonight? Just you, me and Vis…” Internally you found yourself cringing at sitting in on another of their dates. A voice came from behind you before you could even think of an excuse. “What? Do I not get an invitation?” Then glancing over your shoulder to see Pietro standing with his hand pressed to his chest as if he had been wounded by her words.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda answered. “Of course not, brother. Do you believe it would be something you could be on time for?” Then tilting her head in that very traditionally Wanda way. “Perhaps not for you…” Pietro quipped, then moved to rest his hand on your shoulder. “But for our special friend, I would not miss a second of it…” Again, she rolled her eyes which made you giggle, before patting Pietro’s hand. “It would be great to go out with you guys. Thanks.” “Great, I’ll have a taxi pick you up later, alright?” Wanda announced and sweetly, you nodded in response.

At least if you were going to be dragged along on another of Wanda and Visions' dates, Pietro might act as a good distraction from their lovey-dovey behaviour.

Stepping out through the double doors of his walk-in wardrobe Bucky looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his collar and then moving to attach the beautiful cufflinks that Steve had got him for his last birthday. From the doorway, Steve watched how he struggled for a moment before crossing the room and taking over the task for him. “You good?” Bucky muttered. “Are you?” Steve responded without missing a beat, quirking a brow.

There was no denying that they had felt that chasm that had just developed suddenly between your separate relationships with them. “Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked then and Steve sighed quietly, continuing to work on the cufflinks. “Did she find someone else?” Another question came that Steve didn’t honestly know the answer to.

“I’m just not sure, Bucky.” He answered truthfully. “I’m sure… I don’t know, maybe she just… maybe she’s busy, or… shit, I don’t know…” He trailed off, finishing clasping the links and then looking into his eyes. “I’ve had Torres trail her for the last couple of days to make sure she isn’t in any trouble, but it has just been working and then that bakery her friend owns. Nothing new. Nothing special.”

Bucky frowned and shook his head. “What do we do?” He asked quietly and Steve leaned in close to peck his lips. “Nothing.” He responded. “I know that she’ll find her way back to us. If we try to force this more, we’ll spook her and then… then it won’t end well for any of us. Alright?” He kissed him again, sweeter, warmer, tugging him in and breathing against his lips as he tugged away half an inch. “It’ll work out, Buck. I know it.”

“How can you…” Kissing him again was the only suitable way of stopping more worries from spilling from Bucky’s lips. “I just know, punk. Don’t question me on this.” Leaning forward to seal a searing kiss on his lips. The two tangled into a heated kiss, tongues sliding against one another, heavy breaths escaping as Steve pushed him back against the wall, sinking down to his knees and unbuckling his belt.

A hard growl came from Bucky. “Shit.” He whined softly, feeling how Steve tugged down his trousers and slipped his stiff cock from his pants. “Baby…” He ran his fingers through Steve’s hair as he felt his mouth encase his cock. “Stevie.” He whined with heavy pants falling from his lips, fingers gripping his tresses as he continued to bob his head feverishly, knowing what Bucky likes.

Bucky gulped, stroking Steve’s hair lovingly as he tilted his head back and moaned towards the beautiful high ceilings of their townhouse. His beautiful man was taking his cock deep in his throat, expertly sucking his cock. They had been with each other for so long that there was no need for instructions or words outside of adoring pet names. He trusted that Steve could please him just like he could do the same for the blonde.

Steve worked him and pushed every worried thought from his mind, cheeks hollowed and eyes closed in concentration. “Fuck, doll…” He grunted. “I’m gonna cum… Stevie, don’t stop… don’t stop…” He panted, thrusting his hips forward, following that beautiful feeling that was building and letting out a loud shout as he began to shoot his hot load down Steve’s throat. “Good… good boy…” He panted sweetly, stroking his hair back from his face and looking into his eyes. “I-I fucking love you, Steve Rogers.” Removing the slowly softening cock from his throat, Steve laughed and pressed a couple kisses to his lips. “And I fucking love you, James Barnes.” He smirked then.

Raising back up to his feet, Steve carefully tucked Bucky away, helping him to buckle his belt and straighten his suit again. “You’re gonna be late for your dinner, baby.” Steve leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Sam and Bruce will be here any minute to watch the soccer.” He pecked his lips. “Go, whoever…” The lacklustre cheer came from Bucky as he smirked and popped his collar. “I’ll catch you later, Stevie.” He kissed his cheek before slipping past him out the room, out to his waiting Range Rover with a skip in his step now.

You took your time primming and prepping yourself once you returned to your apartment, finding a nice outfit and loosening up by listening to some music whilst you got ready. A cab arrived to take you to the restaurant, and you noticed that you were the first to arrive from your group as you headed inside. Instead of dwelling, you decided to order yourself a refreshing cocktail, glancing around the room, then to your phone and finally back to your drive. Time was ticking away and still, your friends didn’t appear.

One fruity cocktail soon turned into another and then a chilled glass of white wine followed not long after that. Before you knew it, 30 minutes had flown past, and the waiter would approach your table, asking if you wanted to order or give up the table. It was honestly a little humiliating. A few times, you tried calling Wanda, then Vision and finally Pietro. Ordering yourself another cocktail and mention that you’d give it another 10 minutes before giving the table up.

Your fingers tapped against the table anxiously before seeing your phone begin to flash. “I got it…” Wanda’s voice came through the speaker, clearly speaking to someone else. Her voice was tight, full of emotion. “Wan?” “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry. It has been so crazy here since you left… We were just getting ready to go out when we were all this noise downstairs… Someone broke into the bakery…” She explained and you gasped gently at the announcement, covering your mouth.

“What? Are you okay? Oh, Wan… I’m so sorry… I’ll come over-” You began, but quickly she cut you off. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Just shaken up.” Then take a few deep breaths. “We’re okay. Just waiting for the police to arrive to file and report. Don’t… Don’t come over… I think we’re in for a long night…” There was a beat of silence between the two of you. “Jesus, they were right below us whilst we were…” There was so much fear and vulnerability to her voice that it broke your heart into these tiny pieces.

“Wan, I’m so sorry that this has happened to you both.” You whimpered in response. “If you both need a place to stay, you’re always welcome to come to my apartment. It’s small, but we can make it work.” You began; you could give up your bed for your friends and camp out on the couch for a few days until they feel that they can return safely to their apartment. “That is so sweet of you to offer, but Vision’s boss has offered us a place to stay until we feel like going home.” You finished your cocktail and leaned back in your chair. “I’m sorry that we didn’t call earlier. It has just been so… I don’t…”

Quickly you cut her off. “Wan, no… no, you don’t have to explain, honey. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that this has happened. You need to figure out that, alright? I’ll just head home, but if you need anything, like anything, just call me, okay?” Wanda sweetly agreed and the two of you said your goodbyes. You just set your phone down and closed your eyes for a moment. That must be such an awful situation to go through, to feel genuinely violated and vulnerable.

“Doll?” The voice made your head bolt up, looking to see Bucky standing at the opposite side of the table, resting his hands against the chair and looking at you with concern. “Doll, what the hell are you doing here?” You felt like asking him the same question, but you couldn’t find the words. Instead, Bucky rounded the table and took a seat beside you. “Are you okay? Has someone done something? Has something happened?”

You took some time then explaining the situation to Bucky and carefully he rubbed your back, gazing directly into your eyes as you spoke. “That is terrible, sweetheart. I’m sorry that has happened to your friend.” He mentioned, looking over his shoulder and remembering his waiting meeting, a prominent investor had travelled from Europe to meet with him, but could he just let you slip away. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asked suddenly, pushing work and money as far from his mind as possible.

“Are you not… aren’t you here for a reason, Bucky?” You asked then, tilting your head, your mind almost blank from the turmoil around you. “I couldn’t care less about that right now. I just wanna make sure you get home safely. Will you let me do that?” A rational part of your brain reminded you about Carol and her words, but your heart was screaming at you to allow this warm and caring man to look after you the way he wanted. “Okay.” You said softly.

Bucky placed his hand on your lower back as he led you out to his parked car. The valet gave him a confused look, only just arriving to leave already. “C’mon, doll…” Opening the door, he allowed you to climb inside, slipping your seatbelt across your frame and then moving around to climb into the driver’s side. “I feel like I’ve ruined your evening, Bucky…” You mentioned that a small part of your mind wondered if he might have been on a date.

“You don’t need to feel that way.” He responded, reaching over to pat your knee caringly, eyes darting from looking at the road to your concerned features. “You come before business always.” He mentioned and this spark of warmness filled your chest, blooming out to radiate around your entire frame and you were reminded in that exact moment why it had been so hard to believe Carol’s vague words because the Bucky that you knew couldn’t be this dangerous man that she was trying to convince you he was. “Doll, have you been avoiding me?”

Your head whipped in his direction suddenly. “I know… I know it is a selfish question to ask, but… I need to know the truth.” He explained, feeling himself cringe enterally due to how pathetic he thought he sounded. “Do you actually want the truth, or would you rather I lied?” That was all the answer that Bucky needed. Now he just needed to figure out why you were ignoring him.

It wasn’t too long of a drive across town before you arrived at your apartment, slipping from his dazzling vehicle and approaching your apartment with Bucky on your heel. “I’ll just come to check over the place. If your friend has been targeted, they might come after you too…” His tone made concern evident, placing his hand on your lower back and slipping your keys from your hand. “Just stay here whilst I check it over. Please…” He muttered, leaning in your pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving your apartment alone.

A few short moments passed and you wished for a second that you hadn’t been left alone. It gave your brain too much time to overthink things. It was almost like Carol’s voice was telling you that it wasn’t a good idea; then there was the thought of Steve lingering in the back of your mind too. The thought of Wanda feeling unsafe in her own home was a torrid one. Starting a new job with all these new people you didn’t know and even Oliver still being missing was ever-present. All these things made your heart race uncomfortable. You wanted to push it all away, to just stop caring for one night

The door clicking open made you jolt and Bucky opened it wide. “All clear, doll. Come in…” He held his arms out and instantly you stepped forward, pressing yourself into his open frame. For a moment, he allowed his arms to fold around you, holding you tight to his form, pressing your ear to his chest and listening to the way that his heartbeat, in such a calm and even way, never missing a beat, just a beautifully steady rhythm that soothed your very soul.

“What happened?” The question came from Bucky’s mouth before he could stop himself. “What changed? What did I do?” The questions flowed, slipping endlessly from between his lips before you tilted your head up. “I got scared.” You began and Bucky wanted to press more but knew you needed a moment to collect your thoughts. “I got scared because I heard some things about you, James.”

There was this long string of silence drawn between you both. Bucky’s mind seemed to spin as he wondered what type of things he had been told. Your mind whirled with the possibility that these worries could be confirmed as he didn’t jump to deny anything. “What did you hear?” “I was told that you weren’t who you were pretending to be… I was told that you were dangerous…” Your voice trembled, tilting your head up to be looking into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction to your words.

“I am dangerous.” The words slipped from his lips with ease, but you remained unmoved in his arms. “I am. I won’t deny that. I can’t.” Then shaking his head slowly, feeling the way you trembled against him. “But I know that I would rather die than have anything or anyone harm you.” He decided with a secure nod. “I am dangerous, but I am never the person you need to be afraid of.”

Your mind spun, eyes lazily running across his sharp features before muttering. “What does all that mean, James?” “I wanna tell you. I wanna say more…” It didn’t seem right having these conversations without Steve. “I do, but… not yet… I can’t stand… the thought of you pushing me away, not tonight, not when I just got you back.” A part of you wanted to argue with him, but a more significant amount agreed because you had only just got him back too and you had surprised yourself with how much you had missed him. “I won’t ask you to trust me. I won’t push to stay. Ask me to leave and I will.”

For a moment, your lower lip trembled before shaking your head and replying. “You don’t have to leave.” Carol might have thought that Bucky was dangerous and he openly confirmed that, but there was never a part of you that thought Bucky might hurt you or put you in any danger. He didn’t ask you to trust him, but a deep part of you did without hesitation. “You can stay.”

“I’ll stay, doll.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, washing away any fears he might push you out like you had done to him. “I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers trailed over your jawline, tilting your head up so that you could be gazing into those beautiful blue eyes shining with such mystery and allure. “Beautiful girl…” He muttered and before he had the chance to lean down to connect his lips against your own, you surged forward to find his own.

You connected into a searing kiss, deeper and more passionate than anything you two had shared before. Bucky sunk his tongue into your mouth, dancing and dominating around your own as he moved you backwards against your wall, knocking a piece of art askew as he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist. Tugging away from the kiss Bucky growled as he slotted his face into the crook of your throat, kissing and suckling against your skin, pressing his frame into your own before lifting his head and gazing into your eyes. “How am I supposed to resist you?”

“You don’t.” You whimpered, leaning forward to kiss his lips again, digging your nails into his shoulders and feeling him groan as he sunk into another deep kiss, pressing his crotch into your own and causing you to whimper into the heated kiss you shared.

In a moment, you were moved away from the wall and both of you collapsed onto the couch. Your body straddled Bucky as you stayed connected in that mind-numbing kiss. It had been a long time since you had last been in this situation with a guy, and you had never really been interested in hooking up. Then there was Oliver, who had been selfish in his lovemaking, only really searching for his own release. It felt terrible to even think about Steve; he had been so reserved, a true gentleman, never really trying anything more than a kiss. “Should we be doing this?” You tugged away from his lips, gazing down into his eyes.

“Doll, I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.” Apart from having Steve here to join you both, he would understand; Bucky knew that. “If you wanna stop, then just say the words and we can stop…” Those dazzling blue eyes were gazing up into your own and for a moment, you thought that maybe you should stop, call it all off and listen to that rational side of your brain, but it seemed your body had other ideas.

Leaning down again to connect your lips to Bucky’s, your nimble fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing the beautifully sculpted torso beneath. You whimpered, keeping up with the kiss as your hands trailed over his taut and tight muscles. “Oh, shit…” You whined, listening to the sound of him chuckling into the kiss. You tugged away and gazed down at his chest; it was clear that Bucky took great pride in his appearance because he was truly gorgeous. “Wow…”

How you reacted to his form made a big grin on Bucky’s face, lifting a brow in your direction and asking. “Can I take off your dress, doll?” His hands were playing with the hem, tugging it between his fingers before finally, he yanked it off over your head. A tender groan caught in his throat when he was greeted by your bare chest, tits sitting heavy right in front of his face, nipples pert and begging for attention. “Fuck.” He groaned lowly, drifting his hands up your sides and cupping your chest in his large hands, twirling his thumbs over the nipples as he shook his head. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He muttered.

As his fingers caressed your breasts with great care, you couldn’t help but begin to grind down your panty-clad mound against his groin. Gasping and whimpering as you continued to seek pleasure on his body, leaning your head down to connect your lips to his own, tongue tangling as your hips ground into his own. “Fuck, baby. How am I supposed to resist you?” Those words. You felt like recently you had heard such a variation of them said to you.

A timid whimper pulled from your throat as you tugged back away from his lips, pressing your hands into his chest and looking down your form to where you were perched on his bulge, practically throbbing against your slit. “Take me out, baby.” He urged, hands winding down your frame, squeezing your hips. For a moment, you fumbled with his expensive belt, pushing his trousers and briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his taut abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit. He was thick and long, shaft twisting with prominent veins and the most beautiful, angry red tip which leaked with sticky pre-cum. “Touch me, doll.” Again, you followed his words, wrapping your hand around the shaft, squeezing just tight enough as you began to jerk him in your warm hands. “That’s it. That’s it, bunny.” He whimpered huskily, eyes shut as he leaned his head back. “My sweet girl.” He growled out, gritting his teeth as he squeezed your hips again, slipping one hand into the front of your panties and beginning to circle your clit with his nimble fingers.

A sudden moan slipped from your throat, grinding your cunt into his hand as you continued to jerk him enthusiastically. “God…” You whimper, allowing your eyes to slip closed before gazing back up at Bucky, asking in a husky tone. “Do you have a condom?” Reaching into his pocket, he tugged out his wallet and grabbed the latex protection placed inside. “Here, baby.” He put it into your free hand.

Tugging the packaging open, you pulled out the rubber, slipping it over Bucky’s immense length and stroking it a few more times, then gazing into his eyes. “Are you sure you wanna-” “Fuck, doll. You really don’t need to ask that question.” He growled. “You sink my cock into that perfect little cunt and enjoy every fucking second.” He commanded in a gruff tone.

Unable to resist him for a moment longer, you tugged aside your panties, exposing your cunt as you lift your hips, lining up Bucky’s tip with your dripping hole and carefully began to sink yourself down. You swear you had never felt a stretch like this before. It felt like Bucky was pushing you to a limit you’d never felt, fucking yourself down onto his length hungrily and whimpering as you finally hilted him fully inside.

“Ride me, doll.” He spanked your rear then, making a yelp pull from your throat as you raised your hips, bouncing on his lap, head tilted back and tits bouncing freely for him to enjoy. Boy, did he genuinely enjoy every second of it. Bucky swore this was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever witnessed, your truly heavenly frame using his body for pleasure.

The sounds springing from your mouth were sounds that you hadn’t heard yourself make before. They were desperate and needy, hands planted on Bucky’s chest, frantically fucking yourself down onto his fiercely hard cock, whimpering and moaning. “Fuck. James. Fuck…” You whimpered, hearing the way a growl rumbled through his chest, holding your hips and slamming you down harder on his cock. “Good girl. Good girl.” He praised lowly. “C’mon. Fuck me faster.”

Your palms pressed harder into his chest, seeking that pleasure that Bucky was so proud you were found on his body. “Fuck…” You hiccupped, mouth hanging open as you felt yourself drawing nearer and nearer to your orgasm, eyes squeezed closed and practically grinding down, fully seated on his rock-hard cock. “There you go~” Bucky growled, rubbing his thumb so expertly over your clit, watching how your frame suddenly went rigid, the silky walls of your cunt squeezing and rippling around his length whilst your whines came out in short pants. “That’s it, doll. Fuck, that’s it, baby.” He growled, throwing his head back.

A sharp moan pulled from your throat as Bucky began to fuck up into you, planting his feet onto the couch and shifting his hips upwards. All that you could do from there was hold on for the ride, digging your nails into his chest, mouth falling open and looking down at the pleasured, dominant look that stayed present on Bucky’s face the entire time. “C’mon, fuck…” He hissed, fucking harder and faster, chasing the high he desperately wanted to share with you.

His hand spanked your ass suddenly, making you gasp, allowing your body to be overwhelmed by that exquisite pleasure. Just as another orgasm washed over you, Bucky growled, gripping your hips, fucking up into you sloppily before hissing as he began to splash his cum into the protection of the condom. It wasn’t his preferred way to finish, but he hoped he’d get the opportunity to fill you to the brim with his cum one day.

You wheezed before collapsing onto his sweaty chest, breathing deeply as you placed a few stray kisses onto his collar bone. His fingers drifted easily up and down your spine, humming lowly and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest now. I’ve got you.” His voice was soothing, your eyes shut as if following his command and soon, rest overtook your tired form.

What had followed that night of passion was the most fantastic night of sleep you had experienced for a while. As you stirred that morning, you found yourself tucked up warmly into your bed. Turning your gaze towards the empty space beside you, a pit of sadness began to grow in the depths of your stomach.

Anxiously you clambered to your feet, tugging a thrown aside shirt over your naked form to hide your modesty and then stepping from your bedroom into the remainder of your apartment. “Yeah… Yeah, I’ll call you right back… Okay, okay…” The sound of Bucky’s low timbre carried through the apartment, following the sound until you found him standing in the kitchen, speaking on his phone and wearing only his boxer briefs. “Hey…” He greeted you sweetly, turning his attention back to his phone conversation. “Yeah, I promise. Alright, bye…” Then he hung up.

“Hey…” You said sweetly, rubbing the back of your throat in a way that screamed anxiety. “I, uh… I thought you were gone…” You tried to keep your tone light, but there was such vulnerability in your voice which made Bucky frown as he took a few steps toward you. “I had to take a call and didn’t wanna wake you.” Leaning down to press a slow and sensual kiss to your lips. “How are you feeling, doll?”

There was no denying the dull ache between your thighs, body littered with little bruises from Bucky’s grabby hands the night before. “I’m great.” Even with all these little memories of Bucky’s love-making littering your form, the answer was truthful. “We should probably talk about this, right?” You crease your brow then, gazing up at him again.

“I know.” He responded lowly, pressing a quaint kiss to your forehead. “I know we should.” His lips rested against your forehead, almost as if he was attempting to buy time before pulling away and looking down into your eyes. “How about tonight?” He began and a crease caught your features. “We can talk. Tonight. There is a bar called Essence; have you heard of it?” “That place is like impossible to get into.” You responded and Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t have to worry about that. What do you think? Can we talk there?”

A tender sigh came from your lips before nodding your head. “Sure.” Bucky smiled, leaning down to peck your lips. “Thanks, doll.” He answered soothingly, nipping at your lower lip. “I know you had lots of questions and… and I’ve got a lot I wanna tell you… but tonight, I won’t hold back.” He promised quietly. “Now, can I get some food into your belly, sweet girl? You must be hungry.”

Shortly after ensuring that you were happily fed and comfortable for the remainder of the day, Bucky left your little Brooklyn apartment. He climbed into his car and did the drive across the city back to his townhouse in Manhattan that he shared with Steve. Bucky shed his blazer and threw his keys into the little dish by the door just as he wandered inside.

From the soft grunts coming from the gym, Bucky was reminded that Steve liked to begin his day with a workout. Entering the room, he found the blonde doing bench presses, muscles rippling and strained with each push, headphones placed over his ears and blasting music that Bucky didn’t recognise.

The brunette found himself waiting patiently until finally, Steve had finished his reps before approaching and gaining his attention. Sitting upright, his boyfriend removed his headphones quickly and began to check him over with a look of concern pressed onto his face. “Where the hell were you, James?” By using his given name, Bucky knew he was in a little hot water. “The last we spoke, you were going to some meeting and then you just don’t come home.” There was apparent nervousness in his tone. “Fuck, I thought…” Steve dared not to say his worries aloud, but Bucky could assume what they could have been. “I thought something terrible happened to you.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie.” His voice was low and calming, cupping his sweaty features and brushing away stray droplets. “I’m sorry. I never made it to that meeting, and I never expected to run into our girl there.” That frown that pressed into Steve’s features turned into surprise. After that great distance that felt had been driven between you and them, to have the luck to see you whilst at that same restaurant was more like a miracle than anything else. “How was she?”

Bucky answered honestly. “Not great.” The blonde looked greatly concerned by that. “Just as I got there, she’d been given some bad news from her friend. I wanted to make sure that she got home safely. I wanted to give her comfort.” He explained in a low tone, closing the distance and rubbing his hands over Steve’s hips. “We slept together.” He admitted, looking up to try and gage his boyfriend’s reaction. “I know we said we were gonna wait until she knows, but… I don’t know, Stevie. It just felt right. It felt like she needed that distraction.”

For a moment, Steve wondered if he should have been pissed off that Bucky went against their agreement, but he was reminded that he hadn’t made him agree to anything. Steve trusted the two of you, but more than anything, he just felt disappointed that he wasn’t part of that first intimate moment. “I get it, Buck.” He said, nodding his head and watching the relief spread across the brunette’s face. “You never agreed to wait like I wanted to, and I trust your judgement.” Then leaning forward to peck his lips, unsure if he imagined it but feeling like he could taste your cherry lip balm on his plump lips. “What does this mean now?”

“I’ve arranged to meet her at Essence tonight.” Bucky began with a gentle nod. “I figured we could both go together, meet with her at our booth and just talk to her about us. Just lay it all out there and eave the decision with her about whether she would wanna be with us or not.” A tiny tinge of sadness enveloped Bucky’s timbre at that final comment. It all seemed logical to Steve. It didn’t feel right for them to have these different relationships with you any longer. He wanted to share you. He wanted to hold you at night, snuggled firmly between their bodies. He didn’t want to waste another second pretending to be someone they weren’t. “That sounds like a good idea, Buck.”

As they broke apart, Steve was about to return to his workout when Bucky said. “Someone told her I was dangerous.” The statement hung between them as the blonde almost crushed his headphones in his grip. “Who?” He pressed, but Bucky remained deathly silent. “You’re thinking it was Danvers or Fury?” They must have been insane to attempt to interfere like that, wouldn’t they?”

“I just don’t know anymore, Stevie.” He responded arms crossed over his chest as he contemplated for a moment. “We have a lot of enemies. We all know how Loki likes to fuck with things. It wouldn’t surprise me if his grubby hands were involved in this somewhere.” “I don’t know. Thor and Jane have him on a tighter leash now, especially with the new deal we’re trying to agree on. It wouldn’t be worth it to them.” Another pause before Steve suggested. “I mean, how about Hydra?”

At the mention of the name, Bucky found himself practically paling. “They only operate in Europe. This type of shit is beneath them.” He explained, shaking his head a little too quickly. “No, no… not them…” He cleared his throat. “We can have Natasha tail our girl for a week and see if she recognises anyone approaching her.” He decided with a heavy nod of his head.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Steve asked. “Buck…” The brunette gazed over his shoulder at him. “How much are we going to tell her?” The question hung in the air, neither of them unsure about how much you’d be able to handle. “We’re gonna give her enough information to decide whether she wants to be with us or not… Okay? We’ll deal with everything else later.”

That entire afternoon you spent in complete turmoil. The amount of time you spent internally arguing with yourself whether you should good meet with Bucky at Essence or just call off the entire thing. Even though you had this inner conflict, you still decided to prepare yourself, choosing a gorgeous outfit and styling yourself in a way that you knew you had Bucky’s jaw hitting the floor.

You wondered if maybe you should call Wanda for some advice, wondering if she might just talk you out of going entirely. The last thing that Wanda needed now was for you to be rambling on about ‘dating’ issues. No, she would be dealing with the aftermath of the break-in and it would just be selfish of you to interrupt her whilst she was still trying to heal from this vulnerability.

The buzzer to your apartment interrupted your thoughts. Wandering over to the intercom, you pressed the button. “Hello?” “Hey there, my name is Sam Wilson.” He introduced himself and still, you were confused as to why this stranger was contacting you at your apartment. “I was sent by Bucky to give you a ride to Essence.” You hadn’t been expecting to send someone to collect you.

“I’ll be right out.” Then hastily rushed to grab your purse and phone, tucking them into your side before exiting your apartment building to find a familiar-looking handsome, dark-skin man standing at the bottom of the stoop. “Have we met before, Sam?” You quizzed, wandering down the steps towards him with a look of curiosity on your features. “I think we might have bumped into each other in the office building that I work in.” It was then that it clicked, the day that you had met Bucky after you had accidentally collided with Sam in the foyer of the office building.

“Oh right…” Then laughing gently as you nodded. “Did I ever apologise for that?” Tilting your head as you followed him over to the beautiful Mercedes AMG parked alongside your beat-up little car. Opening the door, Sam gestured you inside before replying smoothly. “There’s no need to.” Then chuckling as you slipped inside and slammed the door closed behind you.

The drive through the city was smooth, your eyes focused on the passing buildings and people, whilst your mind was muddled with everything that was about to happen. You wished you had someone that you could confide in about this whole problem, but this seemed like something you’d have to face alone.

As you arrived outside the bustling bar, Sam pulled into an empty spot, jogging around and helping you from the luxurious car. “Follow me.” He said softly, escorting you into the building, past the grumbling queue of waiting for people. It was just as busy inside. The room was dimly lit; people sat in small groups all around the open space, choosing little tucked away nooks to sneak away to and others attempting to gain the attention of the overly busy bartenders.

Leading you through the crowd, you were surprised as you were led to a quiet corner of the bar. “Go on…” Sam ushered you gently through a red velvet curtain. As you stepped through, it was like your stomach dropped as on a plush leather couch, both Steve and Bucky were sitting nursing a couple of whiskeys and murmuring. When you came into the frame, they both stood up and instantly sensed your discomfort. “Oh, shit…” This sense of panic was bubbling in your chest, blurting out. “I can explain-”

“Sweetheart, believe me that you have nothing to explain here,” Steve responded with a gentle smile. “Why don’t you come and take a seat, let me pour you a drink and let us explain everything….” He offered, gesturing to the couch opposite them both. For a moment, you didn’t move a muscle before finally taking a few steps and sinking onto the comfort of the giving leather. “I-I think I’ll pass on the drink.” Holding your hand up as Steve held a glass of bubbly in your direction. “I wanna keep a clear head.”

Sitting forward, Bucky gifted you a warm smile. “I’m glad you came. I thought you might back out…” “Maybe I should have…” You muttered, making them both chuckle, sharing a look and then back towards you. “What… what the hell is going on here?”

“I wanna start by saying that this hasn’t been easy for either of us, bunny.” Steve began, shifting forward too as if poised to pounce if you were to leap and attempt to run. “We haven’t liked lying to you. The more time we spent with you, the more difficult it became to be truthful, but… this is us being truthful with you now.” He decided, then reaching over to rest his hand over Bucky’s and squeezing his fingers. Your eyes lingered there for a moment before flickering up between their faces. “We’re in a relationship. We have been for longer than we’d both care to remember.” They both chuckled.

It clearly wasn’t funny to you. The look of shock stayed present on your face, almost betrayal bubbling in your eyes. “Y-you’re in… you’re together?” You blinked at them. “That’s right, doll,” Bucky responded with ease. “I’ve been in love with Stevie for as long as I can remember. He was my everything. He’s been my rock my entire life. He was all I ever wanted forever… and then you came along.” “Then you came along.” Steve mirrored and they both smirked.

“Fuck, you came into our lives and completely turned everything around. It wasn’t like we hadn’t shared someone in the bedroom before.” Steve said with such open confidence, watching the way you averted your gaze for a moment and then back towards them both. “We thought… we thought that might be what you would be for us too… just a fun night of relentless fucking.” The words made you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. “But the more time we spent with you, the more we discovered that… it might just be something more than that. These feelings we have might go deeper than those carnal ones.”

It was like a script because the moment that Steve stopped talking, Bucky would start, picking up perfectly where he had left off. “We should have been clear from the start and we’re sorry about that, but we didn’t wanna scare you away.” A shaky breath escaped you as you leaned back on the couch. “We know that this is gonna be a lot for you to take in and we don’t want a decision tonight, but we just felt like we had to tell you the truth about our intentions,” Bucky said. “We want you.” You gulped. “All of you. Every little bit. We wanna bring you into our relationship and love you equally and wholly.”

There was a long bout of silence. They both waited for you to fully take in their words and requests before looking back up between them. “Does… do you know that we slept together?” You looked at Steve then as he nodded slowly; you couldn’t help but feel like you had betrayed Steve slightly with your actions only the night before. “I’m sorry… I… it’s a lot…” Bucky nodded in understanding. “You know, I… I’ve gone from playing the field with a couple guys to… to a potential thruple.”

The blonde nodded slowly and replied. “We get it. It’s a lot to take in, and you probably need some time and we’re willing to give us as much as you need.” There was absolute honesty to his voice, looking over at him with so much care. It had been a while since you genuinely looked at Steve, and you’d just missed him. “We just think… we think you got this big heart that is so full of love and understanding and care and… and we believe that you could have enough room in your heart for both of us…” A gentle nod came from you in response.

“I need time.” You said softly. “I just… need some time to think…” You said, raising up and brushing down your outfit. “I…” You looked between them both, watching as those both raised to their feet too. “I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you want right now.” Closing the distance towards you, Bucky took your hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a caring kiss to your knuckles. “You take your time, doll. Days, weeks, months. The second you’re ready, we’ll come running.”

A small gulp came from you. “Okay.” You said softly, feeling almost woozy as you looked between them both. This was the last thing you were expecting when Bucky had asked to meet at Essence. “We’ll get Sam to give you a ride home, and I want him to check over your apartment before he leaves too…” Bucky commented and you wanted to assure him that didn’t need to happen, but after everything that happened with Wanda, maybe it was better to be safe. “Okay.”

Allowing you to step back through the curtain, Bucky turned back to Steve and allowed a tight breath to escape his throat. “Shit…” He muttered. “How do you think that went?” Steve just shook his head in response. “I’m not sure…” He then collapsed back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling with a dazed look. “God, I hope she comes back to us, Buck.”

After returning from Essence, you wasted no time climbing into bed. It wasn’t until well into the early morning that you drifted into a restless sleep. Your mind was ultimately plagued with all this new information. You wondered if there were things that you had missed that would have made it evident that they were involved with each other much more intimately than you assumed. Of course, they worked together and there were times you had seen them together outside of work. Still, you hadn’t witnessed anything that made you wonder for a second and indeed no inclination that they were interested in a polyamorous relationship with you.

You thought that a day of work might allow you to drown yourself in something other than limitless questions that were mingling around in your mind. During your break, you found yourself doing research into polyamory. Many debates and articles were written about it, but none seemed to give you the specific answer you had been attempting to search for. That question was if polyamory was the right choice for you.

“We need to talk.” The stern voice of your boss came from beside you. Glancing up to see Rupert standing there, eyes burning with anger. “My office. Now.” He commanded in a hushed tone.

A look of concern pulled across your features as you raised up and followed him through to his office. “Do you wanna tell me what the fuck this is?” Then holding up the letter of resignation that you had placed on his desk last week. “It’s my letter of resignation…” “I know, I’m not fucking stupid.” He slams it down against his desk and you take a shocking step backwards. “Do you have no fucking respect for me? Do you have no loyalty to this company that hired you when you were nothing?!”

“Rupert, I-” “No, no… Do you know what? I’m fucking glad you’ve done this because honestly… honestly, you’ve been slacking since the moment I fucking hired you.” He hollered and you felt tears beginning to skim the bottom of your eyes, lower lip trembling as you attempted to stay strong. “We’re gonna be better off without you… and that fucking novel…” He scoffed. “You can fucking forget about me even looking at its title. It's laughable that you want to be an author. Seriously, just give up.” He spat out.

A tear ran down your cheek and quickly, you brushed it away with your nimble fingers. “You’re being completely unreasonable, Rupert.” “Clear your desk. I want you to leave today. Don’t bother working your notice period. I don’t want to see you around here again.” He bit back; you could feel this anger silently bubbling beneath you before suddenly spitting out. “You are a petty little man.” You hissed at him; you could feel his cheeks beginning to flame in humiliation and anger. “I feel sorry for whoever takes over my job. God, to have to work for you for even a second is like torture!”

He pointed his finger hard towards the door. “Get out before I call security. I’ll have someone box your things and drop them at your home.” “Gladly.” You hissed, turning on your heel and stalking from the office with just your phone and purse, tears tumbling down your cheeks as you stood in the alleyway allowing your emotions to finally take over you. It didn’t have to end like that, but Rupert had pushed your buttons far too much and speaking badly about your writing skills was the last straw for you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He wouldn’t need to supply a reference for your new job because Timothy had agreed to employ you, and now you could perhaps start at your new position sooner. Of course, maybe you’d take a little time to yourself before that; you had earned some time to rest and truly focus your attention on this new proposition with Steve and Bucky. There was certainly a lot to think about.

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My Wife [Natasha]

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Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

 Pairing :  Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

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"Here she is....AAAAHHHHH HERE'S MY WIFE." You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

"Arghh........please Y/N, I'm not your wife," Natasha groaned, going to the kitchen that's attached to the living room and getting a glass of white wine.

Pfff, yes, you are, even though I haven't put the ring on those beautiful, slender fingers of yours. You're my wife already........I know it," you said with a giggle, then ran to her.

"Stop, please, Y/N, I'm not your wife nor your girlfriend; for god's sake, I'm way older than you." You just ignored her sentence and hugged her from behind. Since she's taller than you, you cuddled your face on her back.

"Y/N," she sighs, taking your arms around her and pushing you gently.

"Come on, don't make your wife sad and pouty." You pout and give her puppy eyes, but she just rolls her eyes. She's already annoyed and already at her limit, but she just controls herself so she doesn't snap at you.

Natasha is already pissed and stressed by the paperwork. Fury gave it to her yesterday, and she still has one pile of it that needs to be done by tomorrow. This makes her beyond pissed, so your teasing and calling her wife makes her irritated, and the teasing by the team didn't help.

"Come on, Nat, don't make your little missy sad and pouty. Tony teases with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows when Natasha's eyes and Tony's meet while you look over your shoulder and wink at them. That makes me giggle more.

"Nat, don't make my daughter, or should I say your wife, sad and pouty; you're going to regret it," Clint, your father, teases while drinking beer, and Natasha looks at him in disbelief.

'Seriously, you're pairing your daughter with me, your best friend, who's 15 years older than her?! ' Natasha asked herself and huffed.

Seriously, Clint, that's your daughter for god's sake," Natasha said in disbelief, and the team laughed while you just smiled at her innocently, hands held together in front of you, swayed your top body from right to left, and looked up at her eyes, and she scoffed.

"Argh....I don't have time for your bullshit," she spat, and she just left with her PB&J and her white wine, going back to her room.

"Another time," you whisper to yourself, a little hurt, then go back to joking with the team.

—

You're brushing your hair in front of your mirror on the vanity table while drying it. The only thing that's covering your naked body is your undergarment underneat the towel wrapped around your chest down to your mid-thighs when there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You shout with one closed eye, drying your front upper hair. That's when you saw Natasha enter your room in her black sexy dress, revealing her upper boobs and hugging her figures.

This makes you smile widely. Seeing your wife—well, not technically, but for you, she's your wife—wearing this beautiful dress and coming to your room here in the compound makes you flutter, so I put down the hair dryer, then turn around my chair, flashing her my wide smile.

"Arghh......will you cut that fucking grin of yours? You look creepy," she spat, but you ignored it and stood up, still smiling.

"Did you dress for me? Awww, you should inform me that we're going on a date." You fake pout, then run to her and hug her.

"Argh, get off of me, and no, I'm not going out with you; I'm here because I have something to tell you." Then she pushes you away, then crosses her arms across her chest, which makes her boobs get bigger, so I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Aww are you going to confess to me? That's sweet, but no need; I told you you were my wife, so it's—" she quickly cut me off with a harsh tone.

"No, and I'm here to tell you to stop calling me your wife; I am not, and stop going around and telling people that you're my wife because that's a lie," she said with gritted teeth and piercing angry eyes, looking at your soul.`

"I'm. Not. Your. Wife...............I don't fucking like you, your just a young woman who seeks attention to everybody, you're ruining everything, even my date, you little shit, just accept the fact that I'm not into you, you little attention seeker, she spat, the anger of her now spilling out, and this makes you shrink.

"You're out of my league; for God's sake, I don't need nor want a burden like you in my life, so fucking stop, you people's pleaser, bullshit!" she screams and gets out of your room, slamming the door shut on the way.

You just stand there, looking at the wall in front of you where she was previously standing, and a single tear falls down, followed by another tear. You're breathing heavily, and the towel around you makes you feel like it's trapping you tightly.

So you take it off, throw it away somewhere in your room, and start to claw your throat down your chest, crumble down on the floor, and crawl backwards until your bare back gets contact with your bed.

"Air... air...I-I....ne-need air," you rasp out, breathing heavily. Your neck and chest already have an angry red line, and you keep kicking the floor and squirming in your seat.

"Air......" Tears stream down your face as you try to get as much air as you can, but then there's another knock on your door.

"Y/N/N? Honey, are you alright? I heard some noises." Your Dad knocks, waiting for your response, but that didn't come; instead, a series of noises like someone keeping banging the wall or floor

"Honey?" Clint grows worried, so he quickly opens the door and finds you on the floor, gasping for air.

"Honey, oh god, breathe, baby, breathe," he said, taking you in his arms, holding you tightly, and putting your head on his chest.

"Listen to my heart and follow my breathing, baby," and Clint takes deep breaths while rubbing your back until your breathing is back to normal. Because of what happened, your body gives up, and you fall asleep in your father's embrace.

—

After what happened, you still call Natasha your wife, and this makes Natasha pissed off every time; even seeing your face already pissed her off. Of course, your father, Clint, didn't know what happened that night; all he knew was that you had a panic attack.

You don't want to cause any trouble between your Dad and his best friend, slash your ultimate crush—no, you've fallen for them—so you just make excuses and lie about the panic attack almost every night so you wouldn't cause any chaos on the team.

"Are you ready?" your father asked you when you came into the living room, bags in your hands.

"Yeah, I think all of my things are packed." You give him a sweet smile, so he nods.

"Ok, let's go; we're heading out now, guys. Bye." You two said your goodbyes to the team and waved at them. You turned around to go to the Quinjet but stopped when one voice bid them farewell.

"See you next week." You both looked back and saw Natasha just entering the living room.

"Yeah, see you next week, my wife." You wiggle your eyebrows again, and she instantly rolls her eyes, already pissed.

"Just get out of my hair for god's sake," she mumbled to herself, which no one heard, but you read her lips, so you just smiled at her.

"Don't miss me too much, ok? I'll just be gone for a week. Now be careful, my wife." You bid your good-bye with your father to Natasha and go to the quinjet, going home to your family that you missed.

—

A week and days go by, but Clint still hasn't come back to the compound with you, but the team understands when Clint informs them that he or you two can't come back just yet.

Well, you're not really a part of the Avengers (Your father didn’t let you just yet), but you grew up with them since Clint adopted you when they saw you—a 14-year-old girl trapped in a cell of a Hydra facility—so they took care of you, and Clint and Laura adopted you.

"Clint?" The two married couples look at the doorway when they hear a knock on the door followed by Natasha's voice.

"Nat? What are you doing here?" Clint asked once he opened the door, stepping aside to let Natasha get inside his house.

But Natasha quickly frowned, and then she got greeted with pure silence; not even Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel greeted her, especially you, who show enthusiasm when you see her, but no, it's a complete silence, like only Clint or Laura are the only people in the house.

"Nat," Laura greeted her with a hug, and she returned it.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here," Clint said, and they sat on the couch while Laura made coffee.

"I'm worried; it's nearly two weeks and you and Y/N still haven't stepped foot in the compound." Clint looked back over his shoulder at his wife, and they exchanged looks.

"What? What is it?" Natasha quickly asked, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Clint." Laura nods at Clint as her husband sighs.

"It's Y/N." Then he stands up.

"Follow me." Natwsha quickly stood up, and she followed her best friend with her heart pumping.

"I don't know how you will react, but hold yourself together," Clint said, and with that, they opened your bedroom door, and there you are, laying in your bed, back facing them.

"What about her?" Natasha asked, seeing that there's nothing wrong but you're just lying down in your bed.

Clint nods at Nat towards you, so she walks around your bed just to find you, looking at the wall blankly, eye bags under your eyes; you're smaller, and now you're skinny as she last saw you, and you didn't hold a single emotion; it's all blank.

She gasps at it and steps her foot back, shocked at what she saw—the once-held beauty of a beautiful smile and the spark in your eyes every time she sees you are long gone.

This isn't what she expects when she steps foot on the farm. The first time she steps foot on the Barton's resident, she feels something isn't right.

Because every time she would pay a visit, even if she was far away, you could sense it and quickly run to her and greet her with a warm hug.

She should know better to know something is definitely wrong from the first time she feels something's not right, which was a week ago, two days after that night.

"Hey...Y/N?" Natasha whispers, slowly walking towards you and crouching down to your level.

Natasha bites her lower lips when she doesn't get any reaction or a single move out of you; you're just there, laying down, looking into nothing.

"Y/N/N... he-hey...please look at me," Natasha whispered, softly touching your arm, but still nothing. She bit her lips harder and looked at Clint, and the couple just shook their heads.

"Clint, tell me, Natasha begged, walking towards them, so Clint pulled her out of the room and closed the door.

"I don't know Nat, I-" Clint sighs, closing his eyes. It breaks him to see his daughter like this.

"It's just one day she's like that," Laura continued, eyes full of worry and sadness.

"When we got home, she was so jolly, and then after two days, she's just like that. I should have known that something was wrong the first time I noticed she was so jolly." Clint holds his wife's hand tightly, and Laura squeezes it back.

"What? What do you mean, Clint?" Natasha grows so anxious that she starts to rub her hand on her jeans.

"She has depression, Nat; she always has." Natasha gasps at hearing the new information and looks back at your closed door.

"It's my fault," she whispered to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to stay.......here?" She looked at the couple and wiped her tears.

"Until Y/N is better.....please" She clenches her hand with her nail digging into her palm, and the couple sigh, nodding.

—

Since the day Natasha knew about you, she has stayed by your side and refused to leave you. She will tell you how beautiful the weather is or how beautiful the night sky is. She will also tell you stories and read books while she lies beside you, but mostly she's hugging you tightly. When the night comes, once your eyes are closed, her tears run down, wetting your pillow, and she quietly sobs while hugging you tightly, telling you how sorry she was.

"Y/N/N, I have some of your favorite Y/F/S," Natasha beams, entering your room, and she sees you there, sitting up on your bed, which makes her stop.

Y/N-," she quickly runs to you, puts the snacks on your bedside table, and helps you up because she knows you always lose balance.

"Going to the bathroom?" You just shook your head and pointed to the window.

Out," you whisper in horse, and this surprises Natasha, because after weeks of trying to make you say a single word or a letter, you finally spoke, but she quickly gets out of her trace and nods happily.

Ok." With that, she helped you go out and sit in the rocking chair.

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Natasha asked carefully, looking at your side profile.

You didn't answer back; instead, you just looked at the dogs playing in the field—the three dogs you love, and one of them is the one you saved from the explosion.

"Ok, I'll just get us snacks and drinks." With that, Natasha left with a little smile on her face.

You've been improving for over 3 weeks; you've improved a lot more than the first time she saw you; you've been eating at least 2 times a day, even if it's just a few spoonfuls of food; you've been starting to acknowledge your surroundings, answering them with a nod or shook of your head; your pale skin is now gaining color; and now, you want to get up and go out to look outside, which is a kind of big step in your stage.

"Ok, here are the snacks," Natasha said, resting the snacks and drinks on the table. You look at her and nod.

Thanks," she smiled, nodding at you.

"You're welcome" and means that you start to eat the snacks little by little.

"Ca-can..." you whisper and grab a drink. Natasha waits until you take a sip of water.

"Can...you tell me a story?" She smiles and nods, happy that you're finding some comfort in her stories.

"Of course." With that, she starts another story of her life before they meet you and rescue you.

In some point you're loving the stories she's telling you, specially when she tell you the stories of her sister Yelena in the Red Room, you even request it to her to tell you stories with Yelena in Red Room, you don't know but knowing someone suffer the same pain and having a similar backstories/past is bringing you comfort, that your not the only one who go through it all

But for Natasha, she doesn't want to share it; she still struggles to open up about her past. It's hard for her, but seeing you wanting to know it and the feeling of getting it out without judgment feels too good, so she learns to open up to you and let herself be vulnerable.

Slowly, you're getting better, and sometimes you're smiling too. You're joining them at the dining table and listening to their jokes. You even join them on movie nights. Either your siblings will cuddle you or Natasha.

"Dinner's ready!" Laura shouts, smiling that her eldest daughter is starting to go back to them again.

Hey, dinner's ready; do you want to eat now or later?"Natasha asked, looking at your side profile while you looked up at the calm night sky with various stars and your eyes sparkling while watching.

"Let's go." You look at her and nod, so you two go to the dining table and see everybody already sitting there, waiting for you two.

"Sissy, look, it’s your favorite," Lila said with a smile and pointed to the dish, so you smiled at her.

"Yeah, it is, thanks mom," you smile at Laura, and she stops herself to shed a tear and nod at you.

"You're welcome, my sweetheart." With that, you all pray and start eating while joking around.

D-dad," you giggle for the first time, and all of them look at you with shock and a smile on their faces.

"Yo-you..." you smile and point to his chest.

"You have crust on your chest," you say, and he looks down and gasps dramatically.

"Oh, silly me, hahaha.......I'm such a clumsy person," he mocks one of those girls in the movie who acted in such a precious move, and this makes you giggle more.

"My wife's giggling." Natasha can't help but miss how enthusiastic you are around her, especially when you call her your wife. She misses it, and deep down in her, she likes it—no, she loves it; she just doesn't want to admit it.

But this causes your smile to drop, and you look down on your food and take a small bite. With this, they all look at you, and Natasha grows worried, already regretting what she said.

"I'm not your wife," you coldly reply, and Natasha's heart clenches, so she just nods and tries not to show how hurt she is.

Now she knows how it feels to be rejected, and now she knows that this feeling is always lingering on her every day, hour, or minute, and it hurts her like hell.

"Oh...so-sorry-" she said, getting cut off when you stood up to leave.

"Wait, where are you going, honey?" Clint asked, standing up and going around the table.

"Up to my room." You refuse the help of your father and go up to your room by yourself.

This makes Natasha shrink in her seat, look down on her food, and clench her hand that's holding the utensil.

I-I. I'm sorry, Clint.....I-I fucked up again," Natasha whispered, and she quickly stood up to leave before anyone in the family could say a word.

"Nat wait—" Clint got stopped by his wife.

"Let her be for now, Clint; she needs space." Clint looks at his wife, worried. They both know how guilty Natasha is of what she had done before, and Natasha thinks she deserves to be blamed even though the couple didn't blame her.

She just needs something to hold on to to blame, and that's what she chooses; that's her way to cope up and fight for you, and the thought that she fucked up again didn't sit well on her mind; it keeps messing with her head.

Now, you're sitting in your chair, looking out the window, while Natasha takes a ride on her big bike, going as far away from you as she can. She just can't stand to be near you right now, so while she's driving, she keeps wiping her tears until she's out of town and parks at the nearby gas station.

She looks at the empty street and the night sky. She sighs before going inside the store and buying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and gum.

"Why do you have to be stupid and ruin the best things in your life, Natalia? she hissed to herself once she got out of the store.

going far enough in the gas station with her bike and lighting her cigarette, looking up at the night sky, who shine with the stars

"It is really beautiful," she whispers to herself, only appreciating the night sky now. At first, she doesn't get why people, or specifically you, love looking up at the night sky. Even in the compound, she always finds you at night on the rooftop, laying down with the blanket on the floor and looking up, or at the edge of the building, feet swinging back and forth while looking up.

Now she knows why the silence, the calmness, and the beauty of the night help you and calm you down in times like this and especially make you realize some things you are constantly denying and what you've done and make your mind clear.

After a few sticks of cigarette while looking at the night sky, she starts to feel a raindrop starting to fall down and a thunder sound can be heard in the place, so she quickly steps on the cigarette.

She hops on her bike to go back to Barton's house before the rain gets worse, or at least she wishes, but she's so wrong because she's just driving back for over 5 minutes when the heavy raindrops start to fall down, soaking her wet.

Once she got back, she was drenched from head to toe inside her boots, and it was cold as hell, so she quickly got inside, taking her boots and jacket off.

"Nat?" Natasha stops and looks forward to seeing Clint, Laura, and you sitting on the couch.

"So-sorry about the floor," She whispers, and Laura gives her a towel.

"That's ok, go and dry yourself." She nodded and went upstairs to take a quick warm shower and change into her pajamas. Once she got out of her room, Clint was waiting for her with a crossed arm. At this point, she understands if he wants her to go back to the compound tomorrow morning.

"Clint look," she started, but he cut her off.

"I trust you, Nat; I trust you with Y/N's life; I don't know what I'm going to do; I can't read her; and she refuses every help we offer her; she just wants to be on the couch." Clint looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please....try Nat," he said, Nat looking at him hesitantly.

"It's not your fault, Nat; trust me when I say It's not your fault." She shook her head, not believing him.

"You're her light in her dark mind; you're keeping her alive. She saw something in you that saved her. You saved her so many times in any way you could possibly save her." She looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

"I want my Y/N back, the jolly one. But you're the only one who can bring her back. Please, Nat '' Nat plays with her tongue on her right inner cheek while nodding.

"I'll try..." With that, she composes herself and goes down where you are, passing Laura on the way.

"Hey...Y/N/N?" she asked softly, like the first time you look over your shoulder for a second and go back looking at the movie playing in front of you with the lowest volume, so she sat beside you.

"Can you tell me your story again, the one with Yelena?" you asked, still looking at the TV.

"Yeah, ok." Natasha sighs and starts to tell you her story of how the Red Room is programmed and how she needs to fight for her and Yelena.

"What happened to Yelena?" Natasha can't find a word, not a single one; she just shuts her mouth. She doesn't know how to answer your question.

Even though she and her sister are reunited and in a good relationship, she just can't accept the fact that she escaped the Red Room without her, so she just leaves Yelena alone.

"I-she..." she said, looking down on her hand.

"Did you leave with her?" She could feel your gaze on her, so she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No," Natasha looked up to you, but you shook your head, going back to watch the movie. Natasha thought it was her cue to leave you alone, so she stood up and turned around to leave.

"I am her," you said while still watching, and Natasha looked back at you with a frown.

"What?" She waited for you to talk again, now facing you.

"I am Yelena," you whisper, fidgeting your hand, so Natasha sat beside you again, looking closely at your side profile.

"I was left behind too..............by my older sister," Natasha gasped, biting her lips.

"She left me behind the four walls of the cell in Hydra...............she just used me to get her way out there." You look at Natasha for a second and go back to the movie. Natasha is shocked to learn this story.

No one on the team, even your parents, knows this; all they know is that you're the only one left alive from the Hydra experiments; they didn't know that you have a sister.

"Wh-what happened to her?" Natasha wants to hold you, but she doesn't know if you want that.

"I don't know, but one day when I'm in training, they just throw her dead body in front of me, telling me that I will end up the same as my sister if I try to escape." You stand up and go outside on the porch, so Natasha follows you behind.

"I don't know what I should feel.........I'm-......I'm not allowed to feel anything." You start to go down the stairs of the porch.

"Y/N, wait, no, you're going to get yourself soaked." Natasha tries to get you back to the porch, but you're already down on the grass, where your body is starting to get soaked.

"I didn't know that I was bottling it up..........I don't know what feelings or emotions are." Natasha doesn't have any choice, so she follows you.

"Until I meet you and the team..........you all show me what emotion is." You stop in the middle of the field, 30 feet away from your house, and the fact that you're starting to shiver makes Natasha notice it, so she grows worried.

Y/N, you're going to get sick; please let's get back." She stands beside you. You smile, looking up and letting the raindrop fall on your face.

"And I hate it............" You look at her with teary eyes and a smile.

"At first, because that's where I start to feel the grief, betrayal, guilt, sadness, loneliness, depression, and how much of a monster I am—" your tears start to roll down your eyes, but even if they're running down your checks with the raindrop, Natasha knew you're crying.

"Y/N" Natasha is going to hug you, but she stops when you talk again.

"But I am grateful and happy because... over my entire life, I finally know and feel what happiness is and what love means." That's when Natasha hugs you, rubbing your back.

"But it's too much......I don't want to feel it anymore. It hurts." You sob on her shoulder.

Natasha's own tears roll down her cheeks while she shushing you, holding you, and comforting you while you sob, letting go of every emotion you bottled up.

"Let it all out, baby. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave. Just let it all out." Natasha whispers in your ear while you hold on to her shirt tightly like your life depends on it.

"I hate it." Your sob subsides a little, and you tuck your head on her neck, already tired, and keep whispering, 'I hate it.

"I know...shhh, I know. I know, love. I know," she whispers, running her hand over your hair.

"Help me," you whisper, looking up at her eyes, so when she meets your eyes, she smiles and nods, happy that you're opening yourself to her and letting her in.

"I will.....I will be by your side every step of the way. Ok, cause I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you, ok?" your lips starting to quiver while looking up at her eyes.

"You love me?" A spark in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, and she smiled, nodding.

"Of course, I'm your wife, and I'm going to put a ring on those gorgeous fingers someday." Natasha kissed your forehead, and she saw Clint running in your direction with two towels and one umbrella.

"Now let's go inside; you're shivering. You're going to get cold." You again buried your face on her chest while shaking your head, making her chuckle.

"But I like the rain," and that's when Clint quickly put the umbrella under your heads.

"Oh my god.......I thought something happened to the both of you!" Clint exclaimed, putting the umbrella he's using between his shoulders and checking while wrapping the towel around the both of you.

Dad," and you hug him, so he hugs you back tightly; it's been a while since he's been able to hug you.

"Let's go home now, sweetheart." With that, Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you and Natasha back to the house.

—

Since then Natasha always with you, she still read you book, tell you stories and help you every ups and downs on your life, she even take you for a ride every now and then, going into different places where she knows you will love and she even give you flowers even if she just steal some on the garden of your parents or someone else

With the help of your now-lover and your family, the team is constantly visiting you, and you've healed from a big rough patch.

Hey, you leave me for a sec there? "You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at your girlfriend for over 6 months now, who's been lying beside you in your sahred bed, in your shared bedroom; it's actually Natasha's bedroom, but she insists that you should move in, so every time you're in the compound, your room is Natasha's.

"Sorry" you whisper with a shy smile.

"That's ok, my love." She smiled, then started to tickle you.

"It's a tickle monster," she said, and she started to tickle your stomach, which made you squeal and try to get out of her grip.

"St-stop Natty... please," you laugh out loud, pushing her hand away.

"What? I can't hear you!"You scream when her fingers start to tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your armpit.

"NAAATTYYYY!" You scream, and she suddenly stops looking down at you, and you pant heavily.

"You ok?" she asked, taking a deep breath to get some needed air.

"Yeah," you look up and giggle, then her dementor changes; she looks like she is thinking deeply while examining your face structure.

"Nat?" you whisper, putting your hand on her right check. She sighs and leans on your hand.

"You look like an angel, my darling, and I really love you so much," she whispered, kissing your palm and laying down beside you, pulling you in so now your back is facing her, cuddling, her being the big spoon and you're the small spoon.

"And I really love you too, my big bear," You whisper, hugging her arm that's wrapped around your waist.

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[romanoffshouse]

Y/N: Between Tony, Steve and Sam if you had to, who would you punch?

Natasha : No one! They are my friends I wouldn't punch any of them!

Y/N: Sam?

Natasha : Yeah, but I don't know why.

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[ashdreams2023]

Hello! Can I please request headcannons for avengers (+ Loki as bf) x reader who’s very sensitive and how they would react and handle her on the days she’s especially sensitive? :)

Avengers x sensitive reader

Everyone got their experience with how sensitive you are, some didn’t go as well and others well…they learned

For example tony learned to keep it down with the sarcasm, he knows you can take a joke every once in a while but sometimes it just hits harder than it should

Thor learned to be not as loud because you get startled easily and with the amount of daggers Loki has thrown his way he was bound to learn his lesson

Bruce is your favorite to chat with after Loki though, he’s always soft spoken and his little commentary makes you smile

Wanda and Peter are the only two Loki trusts completely around you, Peter is too nice and wanda is overprotective of you

No one yells at you, like literally you chose death if you do

"Why are you upset? Who hurt? I’ll make hulk crush them!" "No!"

Loki finds it endearing when you get emotional over happy memories or something you’re so invested

"What’s wrong, the character in your book having difficulties?" "Yes…"

Natasha shares some of her extravagant only her can touch chocolates with you on a practical emotional day

Loki likes to pamper your face with kisses till you feel better

Sometimes whenever in around they all settle in the sitting area and cuddle against each other with you in the middle

Bucky gives you alpine when he’s around because he knows you like playing with it

One of Steve’s methods to burn the negative emotions with you is forcing you to go on jogs with him

"Let all the negativity energy out!" "I don’t think I’ll have any type of energy left by the end of this!"

Loki tickles you, like it’s damn annoying but it always ends up with you laugh/crying in the best way possible

That’s all I got but hopefully it’s good enough!

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[zip2-2-8]

The Chair

Natasha enters the kitchen and sits down while the others speak she sees Y/n grinning like an idiot

Natasha: What's so funny Dear?

Y/n: nothing..

After breakfast

Natasha: tries to stand up but the chair is stuck onto her

Natasha: Y/N!!!!

y/n laughs like an idiot and runs away the others laugh before helping Natasha

#natasha romanoff x fem reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader #avangers #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader

[lots-of-pockets]

What we left behind.

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 2053

Warnings: talk of death. Vormir. Guns

Summary: Natasha was gone. At least, that's what you'd been told. She’d sacrificed herself; died to save everyone else, to bring back her family. If that was really the case, then who was at your front door?

The familiar sensation of a tear streaming down the side of your face breaks you from your thoughts as you stare up at the whirring blades of the fan. The wetness tickles your skin, but you couldn’t quite find it in you to wipe it away.

It had been nearly six months now since you’d lost your girlfriend, and that same old numbness still remains. It sits heavily on your chest like a blanket, except, this blanket wasn’t at all comforting. It was suffocating; restricting every single movement you make like a straight jacket.

The only thing you seem to know how to do anymore is cry, and even then they were pitiful tears, barely enough to warrant actual cries. It was almost as though you’d cried so much that all of your tears had simply run out. You’d all dried up.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything other than the fine dust littering every surface. The sight of it brings you back to the last time you’d cleaned. It was over five months ago low, the day Natasha was supposed to come home.

Through the blip, neither you or Natasha had managed to find it in you to really keep your shared apartment tidy. You didn’t see the point, and Natasha just simply didn’t have the time. She was too busy with being team leader to what was left of the avengers.

But that had all changed when the plan of her going to vormir with Clint was put into action. She’d bring Yelena back with her, her mom and dad, and you’d share the first dinner in over five years with your girlfriend and family.

But then Clint had arrived back alone with the soul stone in hand, and a deep sense of unease had held you rigid until he’d shaken his head telling you she wasn’t coming back. That was when your whole world had fallen apart right in front of you.

You remember not being able to breath. You remember crying so hard you had physically made yourself sick. You remember the arms that had tried to wrap around you, and you remembered pushing them away in disgust. They weren’t Natasha’s arms. They weren’t allowed to touch you.

You remember leaving the compound and making your way back home to the empty, clean apartment you’d spent so long making perfect for her.

You remember the feeling of dread that had settled unceremoniously into your stomach. It remains there to this day as a constant reminder of what you’d lost. You remember everything about that day so vividly you want to erase it from your mind forever.

But you couldn’t.

Natasha was gone. She’d made her choice, and now you had to find a way to live with it no matter how badly it hurt to try.

*

And try you did. You woke up everyday despite never wanting to be conscious again. You went to work and pretended like seeing everyone was a blessing when in actual fact they brought you pain. You even managed to befriend Yelena, one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do.

She was a constant reminder of Natasha, and it was hard to differentiate the two in your deep stage of grief. You were sure you weren’t easy to be around for her either, but together you somehow managed to level one another out. It wasn’t perfect, and most days you fought like cats and dogs, but you were all each other had so you’d learnt to make it work.

It was on a normal Tuesday did all of that change.

There was a knock at your front door, the strength behind it both hesitant and wary. That, and the fact you weren’t expecting anyone raises the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and as grab your gun from it’s place in the locked drawer, you try your best to shake of the fear that had suddenly begun to run though you. Safety off and finger on the trigger, you reach forward and grasp the door handle before cautiously pulling open the door.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you on the other side. You stand there, body rigid; trembling in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears. It was her face. Her hair. Her clothes, her body. But it couldn’t be. She was dead. She died.

This wasn’t her, no matter how badly you wanted it to be.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears so loudly it blocks out all other sound. You go to raise your gun; because how dare this person torture you by pretending to be the love of your life -but raised hands promptly stop you in your tracks. You look at her, eyes wet with unshed tears desperate to fall.

She eyes you cautiously as she takes a small step closer, hands still either side of her head. “It’s me.” She seems to desperately plead, and at the sound of her voice, you feel the tightness in your throat grow a tenfold. It was her voice. This person had her voice too.

You try to say something; anything, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob despite your best efforts to stifle it, and you press your lips together in a futile attempt to prevent another from escaping as you tighten your grasp around the gun.

Your hands were noticeably trembling and unsteady, but the implication was there. You weren’t afraid to pull the trigger, and this person had to know that.

“P-prove it.” You somehow manage to choke out, and she nods, her throat bobbing as she looks away for just a second before speaking. You hate that your stomach clenches at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

Natasha used to show her emotions so rarely that each time she even came close to shedding a tear it would break your heart.

“We met just after my defection to shield. We didn’t like each other at first, because you thought I was too stubborn and hardheaded and I thought you were a self centred know it all.” She starts, and you hate the hope that begins to build in your stomach.

You were forced to remind yourself that this wasn’t hidden information. If you were around back then, you would know that Natasha and yourself never used to get along.

She seems to know this, because after a short moment, she continues. “You hate chocolate. The one time I got it for you for Valentine’s Day you waited until I was out of sight to give it to Peter. You hate the movie Up because it makes you cry. My sweater, the black one with the zip is your favourite because it’s oversized and smells like me. You…you used to wear it when I went on missions because it made you feel close. You used to sleep on my side of the bed when I wasn’t there because my pillow smells like my perfume,” she chuckles slightly as she uses one of her raised hands to wipe away the single tear that manages to spill down her cheek.

By now, you could feel your guard beginning to drop. Nobody knew this stuff. Nobody but Natasha. But it couldn’t be her. She was gone. It was a soul for a soul and she was the sacrifice. There was no other choice. She was dead. She was gone…wasn’t she?

“You think coffee is gross,” she continues, seemingly under the impression that you still weren’t convinced. “But you still kiss me even when I drink it. You call it the ultimate sacrifice.” At that part, your lips quirk up at the corners. It was an inside joke when you’d first gotten together. She’d make fun if you for not liking coffee and you’d kiss her just to shut her up.

“It’s our five year anniversary in two months. I was going to propose. I bought the ring and it’s in my underwear drawer underneath my socks. I wanted to spent the rest of my life with you, but then thanos…”

You drop the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and all but throw yourself against her body. Hesitant arms move from their raised position to settle gently around your waist, and you feel the tip of her cold nose nudge against the skin of your neck as she pulls you close to her.

“It’s you,” you choke out as you tightly fist the material of her jacket in your hands. You feel her nod against you, her hands fighting to grab purchase of any part of your body they could. She was shaking almost violently in your hold, whether that be from the cold or something else entirely. It forces you to tighten your grip around her, your hand rising to cup the back of her head.

“It’s me.” She whispers, voice trembling with emotion, “it’s me.”

*

You don’t know how long you remain in the threshold of the front door holding on to one another. It could have been seconds. Minutes. Hours. All you knew is that you never wanted to let go.

You never thought you’d get to hold her again. Feel the weight of her body in your arms and take in her intoxicating smell that had once brought you so much comfort. She was everything and you wanted to remain in this moment, right here, right now, for the rest of your life.

“Let’s…” you swallow heavily as you reluctantly pull her away from you and bring your hands up to cup her cheeks. Your thumb trails softly over the skin; just as soft as you remembered despite the tears staining it. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You whisper with a tender smile, and Natasha nods as she gently grasps your wrists in her hands.

Her wary eyes flicker down to your lips, and your smile becomes a little more genuine as you lean forward and place them tenderly against her own. They were warm, and soft; a feeling you’d missed dearly.

She gasps softly at the sensation of your lips against her own as her hands move from your wrists and down your back until they come to rest on either side of your waist. Her touch litters your skin with goosebumps, the caress of her hands on you for the first time in months an indescribable feeling.

Her bottom lip slots perfectly in between your own, an action that lingers as you trace the tip of your thumb over her jawline before reluctantly pulling away and resting her forehead against her own.

Her soft breath hits your lips as she clings to the shirt either side of your waist, and you feel your eyes fill with tears all over again as you pull her body into your own before closing the door behind her. Now that you were encased in the privacy of your own home, you watch as Natasha finally allows herself to break.

It starts off small. Quiet, hitched breaths as her unfocused eyes fill with tears. But then slowly, gradually, it gets bigger. Her chest heaves, her breathing intensifies, and she lets out a loud, unstifled sob as she falls defeatedly into your arms. Your own bottom lip trembles as you pull her body flush against your own, hands slipping beneath her jacket to desperately clutch at her shirt.

You were desperate to feel her skin against your own.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You attempt to sooth, knowing no words would ever be good enough but desperate to try. “You’re back. You’re safe, and I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

**

Part 2?

@goldenempyrean @mywitchy-assassin @romanoffsbish

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[married2myphone]

Masterlist

Pairing: Platonic!Avengers x Reader

Tags & Warnings: found family, humour, fluff, platonic relationships

Summary: Y/n, Ex-Hyrda Soldier/Undercover Shield Agent/Avenger, lives her days as the Avengers' housekeeper at the Compound. When she's not spending her entire day doing chores and picking up after the rowdy group of heroes, she lives her new life the best she can while finding herself in a whirlwind of shenanigans with her new family.

Total Word Count: 45.5k

A/n: All of these chapters stand alone and you don't have to read the story in chronological order to understand anything. Just read chapter 1, then whatever chapter you want to next.

Chapters

Chapter One: Who Did It?

Y/n spent the entire day picking up after the Avengers after they threw a party the night before. She was incredibly exhausted, and after making dinner, she was ready to just call it a day... Until someone decided not to follow the very simple rule of "Put used dishes in the sink after using them." Now Y/n was about to rain hell upon the Earth's greatest defenders.

Chapter Two: Sewing Circle

The Avengers walk in on Y/n teaching Peter how to embroider for his Home Economics project, and they decide to spend the day with each other embroidering. Because why not?

Chapter Three: Girls Night Out

The team has to leave for a last minute mission on the day of their monthly movie marathon, leaving Y/n alone. So, Y/n decides to have a girls night out with her favorite Avenger instead, but things take a turn and the night ends up bloodier than Y/n intended it to be.

Chapter Four: Sleepover

Y/n was ready to spend the night alone and get some well needed me-time at the compound when she's greeted by a few guests she forgot were supposed to be there.

Chapter Five: Happiest Place on Earth

Natasha was ready to have a day off after a long mission, but that plan is ruined when her family surprises her with a trip to Disneyland. She invites Y/n to tag along because it's the only way she'll get through it without alcohol.

Chapter Six: Blast To The Past

Bucky spends all his time inside watching the same movie over and over again, so Y/n takes him out and helps him feel like he's back home.

Chapter Seven: Once Upon A Time

Y/n is assigned to babysit all the kids, and they make her tell them the story of how she turned to the side of good when she was an undercover HYDRA agent.

Chapter Eight: The Bake Sale

Peter's Decathlon team doesn't have enough funding, so they do a bake sale for their school. Aunt May was supposed to make all the food for Peter's stall, but falls sick at the last second. Y/n comes in to save the day and even helps Peter with his Flash problem.

Chapter Nine: Star Spangled Woman

Y/n introduces Steve to RuPaul's Drag Race

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[deepdisireslonging]

I Got Your Crazy

A new Hydra threat has the Reader undercover, and Steve under the arm of an inebriated socialite. When the case comes to an end, the Reader immediately sets to remind and reclaim their man.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings/Promises: jealousy, language, SMUT, oral (male receiving), creampie, implied further smut, fluff

Word Count: 1950

Note: Another song-fic for this end of the summer SongFic Playlist! Let me know if you enjoy it in your comments and reblogs. These fics should go though the beginning of September, so keep an eye out. Happy reading!

 “Crazy Possessive” by Kaci Battaglia

The venue could hold at least three hundred deep-pocketed people. But you thought there were at least four hundred. Under the guise of a fundraiser for the devastation of another small town in need, Tony had set this night up as a way to find the target. His name was unknown. Luckily, a picture from another event was enough for you to be able to identify him in a large crowd. Then, acting as both bait and lure, you’d become his next victim for losing a few million into his Hydra-Fund and the team would snatch him up. 

Easy. Clear cut and minutes from being complete. 

But instead of talking up the man in question across the bar, all you could focus on was the sugar-sweet voice that kept slurring into your boyfriend’s earpiece. 

“You used to have a dance team back in the day, right, Captain Rogers? Baby, I could give you a private dance every night.”

In your hand, the glass of something pseudo-alcoholic crackled under the threat of breaking. The only thing that kept you smiling at the target was that Steve was upholding an admirable front.

“You’re… cute. But I’m at least fifty years older than you. All creaky joints and no fun. You’d have better luck with the line of wealthy bachelors over there.”

The target slid up to your side. “What’cha drinking? Looks like you’re almost down to the dregs.”

Flashing your brilliant cover smile, you turned to lean against the bar. “It wasn’t good enough for a second. What would you recommend?”

As he called the barkeep for something, you tensed. 

The broad crooned in Steve’s ear. “C’mon. Let’s get lost. Must get lonely for you in all these fancy dinners and nobody on your arm.”

“I’m in a relationship.”

“They’re not here.”

“Here you are.” The target pressed a glass into your hand. You knew it was already laced with a drug that would make you pliant and suggestive. Suggestive enough to wire millions to someone you didn’t know.

Still, you smiled. “Thank you. What’s in it?”

Fate parted the sea of donors and you got a clear view of Steve’s sticker. Dripping with diamonds her father probably bought her, the woman was lovely. But she really needed to place her hands on another man, or you were going to lay your hands on her. 

“Disgusting, isn’t it?” Your target matched your pose against the bar and watched the mismatched pair. He watched you take a sip of the spiked drink, unaware that you already had the antidote in your system. “He could have anyone in the world, but look at how he’s pushing her away. How sad to see such an asset wasted.”

“Hmm. If you were so famous, and had everyone in the world at your fingertips, what would you do?”

He trailed a finger up your arm. It took every cell of your being not to shiver away. “I’d take advantage of what I want.” Gingerly, he tilted your head to face him. “I have a feeling you want him. Don’t you? You’ve been hyper aware of his presence all night. Maybe he needs someone to open the door for him.” His thumb slid across your bottom lip. “Do you want to help him out?”

“Maybe,” you managed to mumble. Maybe this could work out for both of you in ways he wouldn’t imagine.

At his nod, you strutted across the floor and took the woman’ wrist. Low enough for your voice not to travel you hissed, “touch my man again and I’ll fuck you up.” Then you placed yourself as a wedge. Wrapping your arms around him, you slid your fingers into Steve’s hair. He knew the situation, but this level of directness had not been in the plan. Even less so when you pulled him down for a deep kiss. The woman’s irritated huff behind you barely registered. You felt Steve’s hand twitch between your side and the table he was at. More than anything, you wanted him to reciprocate, but that would blow the whole thing. 

You ended it. As people applauded, you shot him a wink and sauntered off with a wobble in your step. Like clockwork the target was at your elbow ready to support you and lead you away. On the stage, Tony used the kiss to gather everyone’s attention and started the bidding. The target led you out into the hallway. His phone was already out, anticipating the spike to wear off soon. 

Once his fingerprint unlocked the screen and you could see the bank account pulled up, you called it. Agents rushed in from both sides and apprehended the target and his phone. He was silenced with a drug of Shield’s design and led away. Steve joined you in the hallway. 

“That went well.” He hummed in surprise against the wall where you pinned him and kissed him again. 

“I was about ready to break that woman’s arm.”

Steve breathed a laugh. “Jealous? You know you had nothing to worry about, right?”

“One of these days I’m going to convince Fury to let our relationship out in the open, and then I can be crazy possessive in public instead of between missions.” You whined when he dragged your arms away from around his neck. 

With a kiss to your forehead, he hushed you with “one day. But for now… since the mission is complete. How about we get outta here and-“

“Yes.” 

He probably had your rooms in mind, but you couldn’t wait that long. Instead, you dragged him through the first unlocked door you could find. All you cared about was that it was private. You pinned Steve to the wall beside the door, sucking on the sweet spot under his ear while he tried to fumble with the lock. It had barely clicked into place when you sank to your knees. You were desperate. Needy. And all Steve could do was watch as you unzipped his suit pants to mouth at the growing bulge under the last layer of fabric. He groaned as you pulled his cock out into the open, thankful of the release in pressure.

“I’ve been hard for you since that surprise kiss.” He hissed as you licked up the underside to the head.

Humming, you said, “I wasn’t even started yet then.”

You were oblivious to how quick he had to slap his hand over his mouth to contain his shout when you first closed your mouth around him. He held back from thrusting. Barely. As you worked, his hand clawed at the wall instead of reaching for your hair. You knew him so well, knew how to move and when to swallow, that he didn’t need to guide you. Every so often, you would flick your thumb over the twitching of his balls. The smallest of touches stole his breath. When you stopped for a breath and looked up, he was already sweating and hazy-eyed. His chest heaved, and the glow in his gaze for you bordered on the edge between feral and falling apart.  

Slowly, you crawled up his body, dragging your nails over his suit where you’d usually scrape his muscles. Steve met you for the deep kiss, hugging you close. Matching you passion, he began to walk you back towards the closest flat surface.

The room hadn’t registered as someone’s office until he swept an arm across the desk. In the cleared spot, he spun you, pressing your stomach into the wood and pressing himself against the curve of your ass.

“You thought you had it bad?” Steve’s shaking hands fought with the fabric covering your body to move it out of the way. “She was bad enough. Made my skin crawl because her touch wasn’t yours. But, watching that creep prey on you. Touch you. Having to hear him whisper in your ear.” He finally managed to uncover your underwear, and then removed that too. As his fingers rubbed through your slick, he leaned down to press cheek to yours. “You’re mine. I’m yours. And there’s nothing anybody can do about it. Not that they’ll know, but I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

“Come on; do it.” You arched, twisting your hips and grinding against his hand. “Take me. Fill me up like only you can.”

As he did, thrusting inch after inch of his cock into your heat, you clawed at the desktop. Stars danced under your eyelids, fading into dark ecstasy when he was fully seated. He waited. Your breath left quickly fading puffs of vapor on the hardwood. Already you could feel him throbbing.

“Steve-“

He panted a laugh. “Just a minute. If I move now, I’ll blow. You’re too much for me.”

Gently, he took your wrist, twisting it back towards him. He kissed over your knuckles. Then, folding your arm to lay over the small of your back, he used it as leverage to begin pulling out of you. He took it slow. Toying with your desperation. And simply watching your body take his cock in and out. The wet sound of your bodies colliding filled the room. It grew louder as he began to fuck you in earnest. You were sure that the colliding of his skin of yours would be audible from the hallway.

If that wasn’t loud enough, Steve didn’t hold back on his moans and grunts anymore. No that you could either. Your gasps increased in pitch until they were seconds away from the ability to shatter crystal. That was when Steve reached around for your clit. Coating his fingers in the wetness of you mixed with his pre, he dragged it up to your clit, circling and rubbing until you saw stars.

With a shout, your body quaked and fell apart with release. Steve silenced his shout by falling over your body and muffling it between your shoulder blades. While you both fought to catch your breath, he thrust lazily. Pushing your mutual release deeper into your body. When the grip of your walls began to overstimulate, Steve tried to pull away. But you reach back, pulling his hip forward.

You mumbled, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Steve guided you up by your throat so you could see the room. “We have to be. Got a mess to clean up, and a paperwork to sign.” He tugged on your earlobe with his teeth so you’d open your eyes. Everything that had probably been on the desk when you entered was on the floor in disarray. Wouldn’t take long to clean up, but whoever came to work would be confused when things were moved around.

With a groan, you stepped back and rightened your clothes. Like you thought, it didn’t take long. But you complained the whole time. You chuckled with a thought. “I wonder how we would have explain the mess.” You sighed as Steve stepped close, and nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I could never be a PR person. There’s too much stupid in the world.”

He chuckled. Pitching his voice high, he quoted, “I could give you a private dance every night.”

“Case and point.” The memory of that woman all over Steve made your blood boil all over again. You twisted in his hold and began to undo his buttons. But he caught your hands.

“Nu-uh. We just cleaned up.”

“So, we can mess it up again?” You bit your lip, reaching for his shirt again.

Steve caught your wrists and pinned them behind your back. “No. Then we’re going home. And I’m going to erase both of our trysts from our mind by fucking you into next week. Sound good?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

***

Masterlist

Other Steve Fics:

Scruff (Smut)

To Love the Night (Vampire!Steve AU, Smut)

Insatiable (Smut, Fluff, Ficlet)

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #avenger x reader #avangers smut #marvel smut #reader insert #female!reader #MTF!Reader #songfic

[youatemylollipop]

Steve: Are you free tomorrow?

Y/N: I’m expensive.

Steve: …

Y/N: I’m free for anyone who has more than 1 billion.

Steve: You’re just saying that ‘cause you know only Tony fits those standards.

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[fanfics-and-shlt]

I NEED MORE POLYAMOROUS FANFICTION!

I need it physically spiritually and mentally

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[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

Avengers Masterlist

NOTE: If you have any fic suggestions feel free to write me!

Updated: 06.10.2023

(M) = mature

© = completed

Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Bucky Barnes masterlist

Avengers

(C) “I can go anywhere I want, just not home.” by @milf-cinematic-universe​

↳ “ You are a product of a HYDRA experiment. Years after being held captive by them, you are saved by SHIELD. You join the Avengers in hope of finding a family in them, but what are you supposed to do when they don’t treat you the way you expected them to?”

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Maria Hill

(C) Miscommunications by @lazydoodlesandfanfic​​​​​​​

↳ “ maria hill x reader where r has been sent on a several year long mission to infiltrate hydra. the avengers find her during a mission and end up bring her in (not knowing who she is). on the flight back they all question why she’s so quiet and smiling. when they reach shield they inform maria and fury of her presence in a cell (?) they all go to see the interrogation and find maria and r kissing and holding each other and fury just turns around to them and says “oh yeah they’re married” “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Natasha Romanoff

(C) Late-Night Revelations by @goldenempyrean​​​​​​​

↳ “  Night is usually the time when you had free rein of the compound - little did you expect to be interrupted on your journey to get midnight snacks and certainly not by her. “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

(C) Zoom meetings by @wandaromanova​​​​​​​

↳ “ reader is doing an online class and nat wakes up and casually kisses reader’s cheek and everyone who saw it is freaking out because the black widow has a gf “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Sam Wilson

(C) No Title 1 by @clayworldwanderer​​​​​​​

↳ “ Imagine Sam giving you hope when you’re having a hard time.“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Steve Rogers

(C) No Title 1 by @professorrw​​​​​​

↳ “steve x reader one shot where the reader is heavily pregnant and her and Steve get on the subway and he's so confused as to why nobody is giving her a seat because he's so old fashioned?“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Stucky

(C) Epiphany by @the-bau-quinjet​​​​

↳ “ Fury sends you back in time on a mission. How will you handle seeing Steve and Bucky in the 40s? “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Wandanat

(C) No Title 1 by @missmonsters2​​​​​​​

↳ Chapters: 1/1

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[myfandomlife-blog]

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

warnings: none

just some fluff :)

...flashback scenes...

(The GIFs don’t belong to me)

You walked through the little, dusty apartment searching for evidence. Something, anything that would show you that Bucky wasn’t just the Winter Soldier anymore. Whatever Hydra had done to him you just couldn’t believe that he had completely forgotten you because even after 70 years, you were never able to forget him.

...

„Hey you’re late Buck.“ You turned around and smiled at him. „And what about Steve? I thought you wanted to pick him up?“

„I don’t think he is coming.“ He said mischievous.

„What? But he is the one who wanted to see this movie.“

He watched you for a moment as if he was waiting for something and then you realized. Your face felt much hotter all of a sudden and your heart even lighter.

„He did this on purpose, didn’t he?“

„Yes I think he wanted to give us some time alone before I’m leaving.“

You thanked Steve in your mind and stretched out your hand.

„Well then we shouldn’t waste anymore time.“ He casted you his sweetest smile and took your hand to pull you inside the cinema.

...

The little black notebook on the fridge caught your attention and the picture inside made your heart even heavier. It was a newspaper article from 2 years ago with a picture of Steve and you from New York.

Maybe he did remember you.

You noticed that someone had entered the apartment and you knew instantly who it was even before you had turned around.

„Do you know who I am?“

„You’re Y/N“

...

“So what do you wanted to tell me?” Bucky turned his head to look at you. He was laying next to you on a blanket that he had brought to the roof of the cinema. For a while you were watching the stars above you, trying to find the strength to speak. You turned to your side and his smile warmed you up instantly.

“Please don’t leave Bucky.” You felt stupid the moment you had said it.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

His eyes became softer and he put his hand on your cheek.

“Don’t say this. You’re not alone. Steve is here and you have your parents.”

You took his hand to entwine your finger with his.

“Steve won’t stop until he can join the army and my parents...you know that they aren’t my real parents.”

“No but they love you like they were.” He put your hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “And when I come back I will never leave you ever again.”

...

Your eyes started to burn but you blinked the tears away.

Maybe he had forgotten about you...

The alarm was ringing in your ears as you ran down the stairs to find Tony fighting against Bucky. You pushed Tony out of the way just in time to save him from Bucky‘s punch.

„Go! I can take care of him.“ You yelled at Tony and in the same moment you stopped his metal arm with an invisible shield.

You leaned into your shield with all your strength but it didn’t seem to be enough.

„Why can’t you just remember me Bucky!“ You screamed at him and the hot tears in your eyes made your sight blurry. „How could you forget me James?“

...

The rain was purring down at you soaking you completely. You had pulled your knees to your chest, resting your forehead on your arms.

It was late at night and the park was completely empty. The street lamp above you was dimly illuminating your surroundings.

“Y/N?” You didn’t even flinch at the familiar voice.

“God, Y/N! Your soaking wet.” Bucky stripped of his jacket and put it over you. “What are you doing out here? Your parents are worried sick about you.”

“No they’re not.”

“What?”

You looked up at him, rain and tears running down your face.

“They’re not my parents! You know this powers that I have? They got stronger and I decided to tell them about it and I hoped that they would tell me that someone in my family could do the same.” He just watched you with this bitter sympathy. The same look that your parents had and you looked away to avoid his gaze.

“They told me everything, my real parents lost their lives in an accident and they took me in because they were friends with my parents.”

He sat down beside you and pulled you into a hug.

“Darling, it doesn’t matter if they’re your real parents. You have been happy with them and they raised a lovely woman.” You felt his lips on your head, kissing you softly.

“Who cares if your different.

They love you no matter what...

I love you no matter what.”

You looked up at him slowly.

“What?”

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N and I don’t care what you are or where you come from.”

No matter how sad you are, you couldn’t help but smile at him. “I love you too you punk.”

He shot you a smile that made your heart melt and then he leaned down to kiss you softly.

...

Suddenly the force against your shield was gone an you tumbled forward a few steps. Two hands on your arms stopped you from falling and you looked up to see Bucky‘s face in an state of shock.

„You-„

He started but the sound of nearing agents snapped him out of his confusion.

„Go.“ You whispered and for a moment you thought that he was about to say something but then he turned around and vanished through the broken window.

*Steve POV*

Sam looked at him alarmed as they heard the old rusty door move and they both didn’t dare to move a muscle.

„Steve?“

They both instantly relaxed as they heard your voice coming from the entrance to their temporary hideout. He looked over to Bucky who’s mouth twitched for a second.

„Here!“ He called without pulling his gaze from the restrained man in front of him. He still couldn’t figure if he was still his old buddy or not.

„So what do you think?“ Steve was pulled out of his thoughts by Sams question. „Which version of Barnes do we have here?“

Y/N entered the room and before he could stop her she fell on her knees in front of Bucky and laid her soft hands on both sides of his head to carefully make him look up into her eyes. Steve could only see the back of her head but he had known her for so long, that he was sure her eyes were full of tears for his best friend. She reached around his neck to pull him into a deep hug and Steve could hear the little sob escaping her as she buried her face in his hair. Bucky‘s face was no longer the empty gaze it had been moments ago, it now was a mix of sadness, relief...and love.

Bucky closed his eyes as his free hand reached up to hold her and Steve looked over at Sam, nodding to the door to leave them alone for a moment...

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[romanoffshouse]

Cop: What are your names?

Y/N: Don't tell him Yelena.

Cop: [writing] Yelena..

Yelena: Good job, Y/N, really good job.

Cop:

Yelena: Oh

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[jhonwickxv]

The marvels❤️‍🔥💀

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