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alwaysmarveling · 3 years

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Call Me Back

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: death, a small sexual innuendo, and lots of commas and long sentences

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You and Wanda promised each other you would always call to check in, and Wanda’s going to do her best to keep that promise, no matter what.

The first time you met Wanda was… well, when was the first time you met Wanda? Was it when wisps of red flashed in front of your eyes, projecting images so horrific and lifelike that you all but collapsed in a heartbeat? Or was it when she stepped forward to shake your hand timidly, grief and determination filling the witch as she promised to make up for it?

“I- I wouldn’t have done it if I… we were just trying…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you had told her with a smile before confiding in her about your own missteps, how you’d wreaked havoc on all of New York with your powers of body modification after your own parents died, how Fury finally got the Avengers to catch you, and how they quickly became your new family.

“You mean they really almost burned the kitchen down trying to make you a birthday cake?” The brunette giggled later that night as you recounted the story of your sixteenth birthday, the two of you sitting comfortably beside each other on the living room sofa.

“Yup. And when Nat showed up with an ice cream cake fifteen minutes later to find smoke in the living room, Sam told me she freaked on everyone.”

“Excuse me, Y/N, I did not do any ‘freaking.’ God, is that what you teenagers are calling it now?” The two of you erupted into laughter, and the redhead could do nothing more than shake her head, a smirk playing on her lips no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

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Much like Nat and Steve predicted, the two of you became fast friends. You sat next to each other on movie nights, sang karaoke in your room when you thought everyone else was asleep (if they weren’t awake when you started, they certainly were once you were thirty seconds into Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”), and, much to Steve’s dismay, when you finally became confident with your ability to grow wings on your back, snuck out regularly for late-night flights around the compound.

But you also insisted on being there for Wanda’s training sessions, even if it meant you had to wake up an hour earlier. You cradled the witch in your arms when she woke up night after night with an aching hole in her heart before you eventually insisted you guys just share a room. And you promised her, above everything else, that when you went out for anything, whether it be a quick grocery run or a month-long mission, you’d let her know you were okay.

You knew the promise she pleaded you to make was a result of the anxiety she suffered. She’d lost everyone she cared about; if a simple text or call was enough to put her at ease, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

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“Wanda,” you’d whispered, the teen immediately sitting up straight when she’d heard the cracks in your voice. “I- I don’t know what to do. I’m safe, but...” She told you to stay there, don’t move, she’d be there in minutes. And, with your brain unable to function enough to think of any other option, you listened.

Her heart broke at the sight of you, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and your head hung, you feet occasionally kicking the wet sidewalk. The neon sign of the restaurant your date had promised to meet you at illuminated one side of your face, allowing her to see the tears that you had tried but failed so desperately to hold in. But the witch didn’t let you see her emotions, instead whisking you away from the unfamiliar section of the city, brushing the tears off of your cheeks and bringing you to the twenty-four-hour diner for milkshakes. She made a fool of herself in front of the waitstaff until tears flowed from your eyes once again, but this time, the crystalline drops rolled down your raised cheeks, aching from smiling too hard.

When you had a panic attack during training because you couldn’t get one of your body modification attempts to reverse—”Wanda, I cannot be stuck with claws for hands, I can’t!”—she refused to let you hang up until the steady sounds of her own breathing calmed you down, the sharp nails receding and making way for the soft pads of your very human fingertips.

And when she called you after the mission in Lagos, you worked tirelessly to complete your own solo mission as soon as you could. You returned to the tower to find her holed up in the bedroom, news broadcasts playing nonstop on the television to remind her of the horrors she’d committed; accident or not, she told you, she needed to hold herself accountable. You simply shook your head at her, holding out your hand without another word. She didn’t take it at first.

“You can’t fix it, Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” She was expecting you to fight her back on it, yell at her and demand that she take your hand, or perhaps you’d go the complete opposite direction and leave her alone, let her be swallowed by guilt and anguish, rip open old wounds and form new ones as she thought of how she tore apart families that were probably much like her own. You did neither.

Wanda’s green eyes remained fixed on your outstretched hand. You stayed silent, one eyebrow cocked as if daring her to see what would happen should she choose not to take it. It was only then that she realized, for once in her life, the person she most loved wasn’t leaving; the support she so desperately needed wouldn’t be yanked away from her when it was mere centimeters from her grasp.

So she rested her fingers in the palm of your hand, and you pulled her out to the balcony where the two of you had spent night after night watching the stars instead of sleeping, making up funny names for each of them and rolling in fits of laughter that only came to those delirious and sleep-deprived enough to understand just what was so funny. Except, this time, instead of dropping into the oversized beanbag chair that was the usual spot of your stargazing shenanigans, she watched curiously as you removed your shirt. Her mouth dropped as you closed your eyes and allowed the white feathers to emerge from beside the ridges of your spine. Although it was a process she’d seen several times before, your modifications had never ceased to amaze her, and your angel-like wings had always been her favorite. The witch admired the additions as you allowed them to flap slowly, once, twice, before turning back to her.

“Let’s go,” you finally spoke, the order gentle but leaving no room for negotiation.

“Where are we going?”

“Away.” That was enough for the brunette, who squeezed your hand before following your lead. She allowed you to guide her through the maze of clouds and couldn’t help but smile softly as the sun’s rays hit your face at just the right angle. You wore the exhaustion from your recent mission on your face, and streaks of dirt covered the bruises that she was sure littered your body. But she was content, in awe, because you were you. You didn’t put up walls to hide your scars from the world, didn’t use passive-aggressiveness to hide the passion that burned in your heart. At the end of the day, you were good, purely and truly good. You were an angel; even the sun knew it.

What Wanda didn’t realize, but what you taught her that night, as she sat surrounded by sunflowers, the moon, thousands of gleaming stars, and the tickle of your feathers as your wing pulled her close to you, was that she was one too.

“I’m glad you called me,” you whispered, your eyes not leaving the open sky as you pointed out a particularly bright spot. “I’m gonna call that one… Philip. He looks regal, real proud. Look at him, so much brighter than the others, and he knows it too.” The witch breathed out a soft chuckle, stroking her fingers over your feathers as she responded.

“I’m glad I called you too. And I think Philip is a good name for him. What about that one?”

“Hmm… Walter? He’s a bit more serious, I think. But you see the one next to him?” You waited until you got a nod from the girl before continuing. “That’s his sister. She makes sure he has fun, even when he says he doesn’t want to. But you name her, Wands. Naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” She squeezed the elbow that you nudged her with before giving in.

“Alright… that’s Delia. And, yeah, she’s the best. The life of the party. Walter keeps her grounded, though,” Wanda added, to which you agreed to with a hum. You two fell quiet after that, enjoying the comfortable silence and looking up at the twinkling lights, some of them gaining names and stories, others waiting to be named another night.

“Wanda?”

“Yeah?”

“You call me if you ever need me, okay? I know we started this with me calling you, but I’m here for you too.” The witch met your eyes with a firm bob of her head, but you continued, desperate to make sure she understood. “And if I don’t pick up at first, you call me back, okay? Call me until I respond, promise?”

“I promise,” Wanda soothed gently. “I will.”

“Okay, good, good. Because,” Wanda felt a brush of your feathers against her upper arm as you fluttered your wings, slightly agitated, “because I think I love you. I mean, um, I know. I know I love you. I love you. Yeah, I-” Wanda shut you up with a kiss, her lips pressed urgently against yours. And if you hadn’t lost your breath from your rambling or your declaration of love to the girl of your dreams, then you most definitely lost it as your lips melted into hers, in the comforting warmth of her palm against your cheek, and in the words that left her mouth as you finally pulled apart, breathless.

“I will, Y/N, I promise. Because I love you too.”

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People thought you were inseparable before you started dating, but they all realized how wrong they were after that night. The two twin beds quickly became a queen-sized mattress, sideline support during training sessions became fierce yet playful spars, and the private giggles you guys shared grew tenfold. Fury wasn’t exactly happy that his unofficial daughter was now dating, but he was pleased by how efficiently the two of you worked together, which led you to this moment, the two of you covering the Quinjet while waiting for the rest of the Avengers to finish their business inside the massive Hydra base. With Wanda covering the ground and you in the sky, flying with the white-feathered wings that Wanda loved so dearly, the two of you held off the swarms of Hydra agents relatively well. With a small break in between incoming agents, Wanda looked up to check on you, but she was a moment too late. Before she could even think to warn you, the pure feathers she loved to brush her fingers through fell from the sky, the white stained with red, your screams ripping through her eardrums.

No one, including Wanda, had time to think as she exploded with a new rage, one that hadn’t run through her in years. One that she hoped she would never experience again, but here she was. And there you were.

While you were held in the air by her signature red mist, the opposing agents fell to the ground. She didn’t care about their screams, only yours. And with them all dealt with, she could turn to you, rushing you both into the Quinjet and yelling for the other Avengers to get back here, now.

But her efforts were futile. She could press down on the wounds all she wanted, beg for you to come back until her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but nothing would work. You were gone the instant the missile had hit you, and as much as Wanda wanted to deny the truth, she knew it just as much as your other teammates did when they rushed onto the Quinjet. You were gone before you could say a single goodbye.

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The first time Wanda called was from your shared bedroom. She dialed your number before tracing the pillow where your head would have laid, running her fingers over the cartoon carrots that covered the comforter. The yellow bedding set was a gag gift Tony had gotten the two of you when you got your new bed.

“You know, since I figure the two of you will be going at it like rabbits,” he winked before getting immediately smacked in the back of the head by Steve.

“They will be doing no such thing,” the supersoldier had chastised him with a roll of his eyes. “God, Stark, sometimes I forget you have a brain when you say such stupid things.”

But you loved it, telling Wanda, “The carrots remind me of you, Bunny.” And how could she return the present when you were being so sweet about it? But the sheets didn’t make her smile in the same way they once did because you were gone. No one was there to tease her about the way her nose wiggled much like the little white fluffy creatures or promise to get her carrots from the market the next day.

The call went to voicemail, and as bittersweet as it was, Wanda savored it because it was you. Your voice. But the beep came far too soon, and your turn was done. So she spoke.

“Y/N, hey, it’s me, Wanda. I, um, I love you. I’ll always love you, yeah?” The witch put the phone down, thinking that was all she could bear to say as the lump in her throat ballooned in size and hot tears filled her eyes. But just before time was up, her hand shot up to press the device against her ear again. “Call me back, milaya.”

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The second time Wanda called was from the balcony. The brunette eyed the sparkling diamonds that filled the sky, wondering how you could be gone when, the last time she was here, you were right there beside her, laughing over the boys’ latest shenanigans and Ned, the newly named star.

Now, the beanbag chair felt too big, too empty without another person sitting next to her. Without you. So she dialed your number, the only number she bothered to learn by heart, and waited for the dulcet tones of your voice. As the dial tone rang, she ran one hand over the white feather that laid gingerly in her lap. Natasha had given it to her along with several others a few days after your death. Each of the team members had one to remember you by, but the spy had picked out the biggest and most brilliant ones to give to Wanda.

“I know how much her wings meant to you-” Natasha stiffened as Wanda threw her arms around her. But the witch didn’t care, her tears soaking the redhead’s shirt as she tried to find the words to thank her. She couldn’t, but it was okay. Natasha knew anyway. Wanda had little time to reflect on the memory before her face brightened at the sound of your voice.

“Hi, this is Y/N-

“And her girlfriend, Wanda! She’s taken, so don’t even think about it, you jerk!” Wanda smiled slightly at your jubilant laughter, remembering how you’d pushed her away for interrupting you.

“I’m not available right now, but leave me your name, number, and message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Talk to you soon.” The witch’s eyes closed slightly as the greeting ended with a spell of your giggles before it was interrupted by that damn beep. God, how she hated that beep. Nevertheless, she took a breath and spoke out into the clear night sky, looking up at the stars as she did so.

“Hi, lyubov moya, it’s me. Wanda. I’m calling you back, just like you told me to. I’m not okay. I need you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her throat, forcing her to pause for a moment, but she forced herself to keep going a second later. “Sam and Bucky did the stupidest thing today. Nat and Steve were all over their asses. You should’ve seen it. I miss you. Please, call me back. I’ll tell you all about it.”

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The last time Wanda called was from the sunflower field. The two of you hadn’t been here since the night you told her you loved her. In fact, it took Wanda several hours to find it since she hadn’t been paying much attention to the route the first time you came.

Once again, the night was clear, the stars lighting up the dark canvas with their radiance. She missed the feeling of your wing wrapped around her, of your presence next to her. But she had one of your feathers in her fingers and your voice in her ear, and to ask for more would be greedy, right?

“Hi, angel. It’s Wanda. I’m calling you back to leave a message, but I can’t do it again after this because I don’t want your voicemail to fill up, okay? I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I need to be able to hear your voice, so I can’t let it fill up. But I haven’t forgotten you, I promise I haven’t. I never will. I’m still-” Wanda swallowed, a fighting effort to calm the waver in her voice. “I’m still not okay, but I’m trying. For you. But I’m not okay, I need you to call me back. I’ve named one up there Halia, but her twin sister needs a name. And naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” The witch sniffed once as the corner of her lip curved up slightly, remembering the playfulness in your voice when you’d first said the line. “Call me back, Y/N, please.”

With the message over, Wanda clutched the phone to her chest, her breaths becoming faster and shallower as she closed her eyes, trying to accept the knowledge that it’d be the last time she’d ever leave a message, the knowledge that she was really losing you… the knowledge that she already lost you.

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Months went by. Wanda wasn’t sure how they did, but they did. The first sign of it was the first Halloween without you, as she saw the other couples dressing up in matching costumes that you would’ve loved, costumes you would’ve pointed out to Wanda with an excited bounce and told her you’d have to wear next year. The next was Thanksgiving, when Wanda ran through the list of everything she was thankful for and came up short when she thought about the people she still had left. And then it was Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, and the first day of summer.

And while Wanda did her best to move on, she always found herself under the stars, dialing your number. She sat on the balcony, in the sunflower field, wherever she could see the sky, and she listened to your voice telling her that you’d call her back as soon as you could, always forcing herself to hang up a second before the beep could cut you off. Wanda named every other star she saw, leaving the ones in between for you and hoping that you’d approve of the names she chose.

“I’m naming that one Angel for you, Y/N,” Wanda murmured. “It’s even brighter than Philip. It’s the brightest star in the sky. I know you think it’s silly to name things after people, but this one’s just special, so you’re gonna have to make an exception, okay?” The brunette’s lips stopped moving, but her eyes stayed wide open as she watched the star as if, if she watched it long enough, studied it hard enough, you would materialize from its luminescence. As if you would come back to her. But when you didn’t, she finally allowed her watering eyes to rest, her eyelids drooping to surround her in darkness.

“I’m not okay, Y/N.” The witch’s voice was softer than it had ever been, more tired. But this time, there was no one to whisk her off and make her forget the heaviness of it all. “I need you so badly. I love you so much. I always will. But, please, angel, call me back.”

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Learn Her Place

Title: Learn Her Place Summary: Fem!Omega!Reader x Alpha!Tony Stark x Alpha!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Bucky Barnes. The reader works for S.H.I.E.L.D. and is on suppressants. In this universe, we obviously are working with multiple Alphas being able to share an Omega. The reader has had sex before but it has been with Betas. She is very distracting to the Alphas and they’re tired of not being able to focus on their work, so they decide to make sure her suppressants no longer work and she is where they think she belongs. Without the suppressants, the reader succumbs to her hormones very quickly. Words: 4,894 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Non-con, ABO dynamics, smut, breeding, brief mention of infidelity, multiple partners, angst. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Author’s Note: Kudos to whoever picks up on the movie line reference

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Steve hated it.

Watching her come back from one-night stands with Betas and not feel any remorse about it.

She was an Omega and was granted freedom by the suppressants given to her. She was wasting her fertile cycles away on frivolous orgasms with random strangers. She was able to infiltrate regular society, mainly hide herself away into the crowd. It was not foolproof though.

There was still something there during what her cycle should be. If one did not know she was Omega, they would not attribute the feeling of arousal to her. But he – along with every other high ranking agent – knew she was and it was that much easier to pinpoint it. He could pick up on it and it made him clench his fists every time she was in close proximity, her infiltrating all his senses. He saw the other Alphas in the room tense too at those times, having a difficult time focusing on the mission briefs with her sitting so close. And one of those times was right the hell now. Tony was staring at her abashedly across the table, his fingers at his lips, his jaw clenched. His stare could be excused, he was an intense person. Bucky, next to Steve, chewed on his cheeks while he tried avoiding looking over at her.

It was selfish.

And foolish because the suppressants only did so much, and they acted like it was a solve all. S.H.I.E.L.D was trying so hard to be inclusive and it was only serving to bring down focus and morale when all they wanted to do was mount one of their team members who was acting above her Omega rank.

She had raised her hand and was answering a question. She was smart, there was no doubt about that. She had worked really hard to get up to this level and she continued to go above and beyond.

But…

Steve’s eyes raked down her clavicle to where the top of her breasts were exposed above her shirt. She most certainly had a push up on. His thoughts trailed to what they looked like bare. How they would look at different angles… when she was riding him, below him, from the side… all the different positions he could get her in. His favorite: cradled in his arms, his hand on her round stomach…

He snapped to attention when Wanda literally snapped her fingers in front of his face. He had been spacing out.

“You alright?” she snorted.

“Yeah, fine,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. He gathered up his file and got up from the table without another word, walking towards the door.

He spotted her down the hall, speaking with Thor. Thor was enthralled, looking at whatever she was showing him in her file. He was a huge teddy bear, just like Bruce.

Steve caught sight of Tony and Bucky coming to stand next to him, their eyes fixated on her too down the hallway.

“Anyone else not catch a single thing that was said in that meeting?” Bucky half joked.

“She’s distracting,” Steve snapped in hushed tones. “How do they not notice the affect she has? Has no one said anything?”

“Oh, I’ve already brought it up,” Tony told Steve and Bucky, rolling his eyes. “They’re marking it up to me not being able to ‘control myself’ and shaming me for it.” He added scornfully, “Were you forced to watch that goddamn video—”

“Where they were described as ‘delicate flowers’? Yeah, I did. And was that supposed to make us feel any better about thinking about them being put in harm’s way?” Bucky muttered, shaking his head. “They shouldn’t be putting her out in the field. Here in the office is one thing. But they shouldn’t be putting any position outside. They’re too susceptible to persuasion.”

Tony said, “That’s why it’s supposed to be secret about their Omega status.”

“I don’t like them out there,” Bucky repeated. “Not just for them but for the rest of our safety too.”

Thor was so close to her, laughing at whatever she had said. He was not affected at all. Steve ground his teeth watching that in front of him. She was comfortable around him, her hand coming to rest on his arm. He felt jealously scratching away at his insides, knowing she was in a cycle.

“It’s gonna drive me insane if I don’t leave,” Tony grated, tearing his eyes away from her to focus on the other two. “You going to the party tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Bucky and Steve said in unison, still staring down the hall.

Tony snorted, “Who the hell planned it on a Thursday, anyhow? Don’t get too worked up if she takes a random person home. I for one won’t be there to witness that. That is unless…” He pulled a syringe out of his pocket, holding it up and Bucky swiped it in the blink of an eye, making it disappear again. Tony threw him a wry smile and said, “I think it’s about time. Don’t hesitate too long now since she’s just gone into the cycle. It’ll take a day or two though to work, remember! And don’t let Banner catch you with that.”

He clapped Bucky on the shoulder before turning on his heel, leaving the other two Alphas to stew.

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Bucky and Steve walked into the loud club, finding everyone in disarray already in the VIP area. They had been on last minute mission and had returned late and the party was already well underway. The upper space of the club was packed of S.H.I.E.L.D agents at all varying stages of intoxication. Some had set up tables to play poker – something normally illegal in clubs but no one was bothering them – as well as varying card games.

Of course both of their attention was drawn in towards Y/N. Clint was laughing at the fact she had walked back from up the stairs with a sandwich shoved halfway in her mouth. “Y/N! The food is on the way! You remember? That we ordered?”

“But I’m hungry now,” she whined, her mouth full. “And Wanda asked for half of it!”

“You’re such a baby,” Clint laughed barely keeping it together.

Wanda was in stitches, her head thrown back against her chair. Vision was laughing in tandem with Wanda, following her movement. She only laughed harder when Y/N held out the untouched part of the sandwich that was supposed to be for her.

“Thank you,” Wanda said, taking deep breaths as she tried to stifle her laughter.

Natasha appeared at Bucky and Steve’s sides, raising her eyebrows. “They are drunk,” Natasha hissed at them over the music.

And she smirked then, an unfamiliar kind of smirk. And Steve cocked his head.

“Are you drunk?”

She shrugged sheepishly which was all the answer they needed.

You grasped onto Steve’s arm, startling him. “Have you guys done shots yet?”

Steve’s eyes flicked down to her hand only for a moment and he could feel every press of her hand into his bicep. He looked back up at her and told her, “I can’t get drunk, Y/N.”

“Oh, right,” she said looking immediately pitying of him. She rubbed his arm excessively in her drunk state and he stiffened, his jaw clicking. “I’m sorry. I forgot!” She laughed, noticing how stiff he was and poked him in the chest. “You need to loosen up, Steve.”

“I’ll try,” he said forcing a smile.

“You too, Bucky,” she commented eyeing his stoic expression. She touched the side of his face and he inhaled sharply. She giggled at the response and said, “Maybe you’ll feel better after a drink? You can get drunk right?”

Before he could respond, her attention was drawn elsewhere by Wanda. As soon as she was gone, Steve let out a frustrated sigh and Bucky mirrored his state.

“She’s not taking care of herself,” Bucky murmured, shaking his head. “Anyone could take her home. Anyone!”

“Yeah, well, we’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” Steve returned firmly. Bucky frowned and Steve rolled his eyes, “You can have some drinks. I’ll just be the sober eyes.”

“Thanks for that leeway, but this has gone on long enough hasn’t it?” Bucky asked.

“It has,” Steve exhaled heavily. Y/N was holding Clint’s hand as they danced their way down the staircase from the VIP section, away from where him and Bucky were standing.

Steve was close to her all night, especially on the dance floor. At one point, he grabbed a female Alpha who had started grinding on Y/N and yanked her away. The other Alpha had started to get buck until she realized who exactly she was trying to fight. He was not a hard man to mistake, not with all the press conferences and his mere presence on top of that. She gritted her teeth before leaving seeing his icy stare, taking the hint. Y/N was oblivious, dancing to the techno music, hands in the air still with Clint and Wanda.

Y/N fanned herself and her hands came to the hem of her shirt. Steve’s eyes almost bugged out of his head as she began to tear it off. Steve was at her side immediately, grabbing the shirt before she could remove it completely, yanking it back down.

She focused in on him, confused, and he demanded inches from her face, “What are you doing?”

“It’s hot,” she yelled at him over the music, as if that was a reasonable explanation for her behavior. He imagined all the eyes on her now, his blood pumping in his ears.

Steve shook his head and grasped her arm, pulling her through the crowd.

“Steve!” he heard Clint call from behind him, but it went ignored.

Bucky knew when Steve walked by with Y/N it was time. He got up, following Steve’s movement away from the VIP section towards a more isolated part of the club. Y/N was asking Steve where he was taking her before Bucky snuck up and administered the shot before Y/N could even react to his presence.

She began to ask, “What the hell…” but her eyes were already drooping.

Steve caught her before her knees gave out from beneath her. She was conscious but she was far past coherent. She groaned in his arms and he picked her up, hushing her.

“Wish I could have gotten even two drinks in before that,” Bucky said, eyes searching the club. He looked towards the hall and said, “Should try to take her out a back way or…?”

“She was reckless,” Steve grumbled in his ear as she slumped into his side. “Let’s take her home. She shouldn’t remember any of this. But no, let’s take her back by so everyone can see how ‘drunk’ she is.”

“Right, good idea,” Bucky agreed.

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Tony walked in, seeing Y/N at the break room table already, at 7:00am. But, her head was resting on her forearms, a large cup of coffee next to her. He looked over his shoulder, seeing people were walking by in the hallway. Slowly, he closed the door, the handle clicking into place when it was fully closed. She did not stir, and he cocked his head. She must really be out.

He tapped her shoulder and she grumbled, sitting back uncomfortably. She was squinting at him and recognized him, before rubbing at her eyes.

“You alright?” he asked, feigning concern.

“Yeah, just… not feeling great,” she told him.

Hungover. Every clue of it clear as day to everyone else. But Tony was not everyone else. He knew this was not a withdrawal from alcohol but another drug entirely. Her body was correcting itself from that nasty medication, right at the height of her heat.

“You should be drinking water instead of coffee,” Tony told her, his Alpha peaking in his tone.

It was an easy way to worm himself in. He was not supposed to do this – but they had also not been supposed to administer that drug without her consent –, it was against protocol. But he just had to know. He had to see if she would respond.

Simultaneously to his surprise and not, she made eye contact with him. He saw… doe eyes. She quickly averted her gaze and looked at her cup.

“You’re right,” she told him.

Tony watched her with arousal as she got up and tossed the coffee in the sink. She went towards the fridge, but Tony was already there, opening it up to grab a water bottle for her.

“Let me,” he told her, and she stopped, looking at him patiently as he held it out to her.

She took it from him, taking a drink. “Thanks. I… I really don’t feel great.”

Tony pointed at her and said, “You probably need oxygen. And a lot of water.”

“Oxygen?”

“Clears a hangover pretty quickly.”

“Oh, I’m not—” she began to stammer, and he could not help his lip twitching in amusement at her looking embarrassed.

Tony chuckled, “It’s alright. The party was last night. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Y/N looked unsure if she should relax or not for a few moments before she relented, nodding. “Yeah, what idiot decided tequila shots was the way to start off the night?”

“Probably the same idiot who planned it to be on a Thursday.”

“Thirsty Thursday,” she mumbled, taking another drink.

“Thirsty Thursday,” Tony agreed lightly. “Eat something too. Something healthy. Fruit, maybe.” She grumbled in response but nodded as she sat back down at the table. She swiped an apple from the center of the table and took a large bite. Tony watched her for a few more seconds, anticipation nipping at his heels before he parted with, “Feel better.”

He needed to tell Bucky and Steve she should be ready by tonight if she was already reacting to him like that.

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Y/N was the last one in her office, the other two had gone home already. She looked up at Tony walking into the office, carrying a bag. Her stomach growled at the smell coming from the bag, her eyes falling to it. Tony only stalled for a moment, the smell of her coming to him. She was tumbling fast, she looked flushed.

Tony approached her desk, a friendly glint in his eye. “Ah, you are still here. Here, we ordered some food. I always go for greasy at some point after drinking and I’m sure it’ll help.” She looked past him to where Bucky and Steve were in the hallway.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Y/N told him timidly.

Tony loved the sight: she was tying to avoid direct eye contact, speaking in soft tones.

“Just thought we’d be nice.”

“Thank you.” She would not grab it from him. “Today has been… I don’t know. I can’t focus. I need to finish this before I leave. I just… I don’t feel great,” she said her voice getting smaller as her eyes were dragged back to her computer screen.

Tony ordered, “Press save and close the laptop. Eat.” He placed the bag on her desk. “It’ll help.”

He turned to leave, and she blurted, “Where are you going?”

Tony came to a stop, his gaze locked with Steve and Bucky, his back to her. To them, he gave them a sly, knowing smile that only lasted a few seconds before he turned back to her.

“I mean, you don’t have to leave and go eat somewhere else if you already have your food too. You don’t want it to get cold. I promise I’m not throwing up or anything. I just feel off. Like a headache… a little hot.”

She wanted them to stay, that was obvious. She needed something from them and even if she could not figure out what it was just yet, her body was telling her they were needed.

“Sure,” Tony chirped. “If it won’t bother you.”

She shook her head and he started walking back towards the desk beside hers. His suit jacket came off, and he swung it around the back of the chair. Steve and Bucky had come into the room as well, purposely leaving the door open. Bucky sat across from Y/N, his eyes following her movements as she opened the bag Tony had placed in front of her. He watched the way her hands shook ever so slightly, her tongue running across her bottom lip as she opened the container of food.

Y/N made a satisfied sound as she tasted it. “God, thank you. This is delicious. I needed it. I feel… shaky.”

The three of them around her was making it difficult for her to focus though. She kept stealing glances at them, being met with blatant stares back as they slowly ate. Steve adjusted, trying to hide his length that was starting to grow at her being so damn close and smelling so damn good.

Tony spilled some on the desk and said, “Shit!”

Before she could offer he was leaning over her, reaching across the grab a kleenex from the other side of her desk. He heard her inhale and he forced himself to not react, sitting back down, dabbing at the food he had spilled. His jaw was clenched; he should not have done that because now he was working himself up quickly.

The three of them noticed her chewing slowed to a stop and her eyes moved between the three of them. Something was starting to click… the tense silence in the room getting under her skin. The off feeling no doubt growing ever stronger.

Swallowing, she cleared her throat. Her voice was higher pitched than normal, “Do you guys want a cookie? To go with it for after, I mean? I… there’s some over here.”

She pushed her chair back quickly and moved away from her desk. Along the wall, she fumbled with the drawers, looking for these mysterious cookies. She was getting squirrelly, nervous, like she wanted some air. They could all sense it and they wanted to get ahead of her stressing out while they could. All three were out of their seats: Bucky strode across the room away from her, closing the door while Tony and Steve came closer towards her.

Y/N turned around startled at them all having moved so quickly, holding a handful of fortune cookies. Bucky leaned against the doorframe, staring directly back at her. She gave a small laugh, “Are people still working out there? Were we being too loud, do you think?”

Tony and Steve said nothing and her smile faltered, a frown growing. “Can…Can I just… get by,” she said trying to skirt around them but each time, one of them blocked her way. She tried to brush it off, holding the cookie out. “Do you just want it now?”

She asked, so innocently. Sweetly. Steve shuddered at it. She could not hide her true nature even in her tone. And the phrasing, the three of them smirked.

Bucky was still by the door, leaning against the frame. He popped a chocolate in his mouth, watching the scene unfold.

“Well, I would really like to get eat—” She said, trying again to break through their rank and being unsuccessful. She frowned visibly now, worry lines showing up on her face. She chuckled nervously, “Did I do something wrong?”

Steve noticed the spiral coming. He could hear the increase in her heartrate. She knew she was surrounded by Alphas and was growing uncomfortable. Especially since she was alone, it was late, and they were encroaching. His hand came up to slap over her mouth and she yelled frightened, the sound muffled. He pulled her away from the counter, dragging her back towards the third desk. Tony was ready, grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back, slipping the retractable cuffs around her wrists. The cookies tumbled to the floor and he paid them no mind, stepping on them as he passed her to Steve solely. Her arms were bound at the small of her back and she fell face first against the table. All three of them were growing hard at the sight.

As soon as Steve removed his hand she began to scream, and he clamped back down.

“Omega,” Steve purred in her ear and she whimpered behind his hand. He laced his tone, his Alpha rumbling, “You’re going to be quiet aren’t you?” She said nothing, her chest just rapidly moving up and down. “Omega… are you gonna be quiet? Nod for me if you are gonna be good.” She nodded frantically against his hand and he slowly removed it.

Tearfully, she said, “Can you let me go?”

“Oh, no. No, we can’t, beautiful,” Steve said, his finger running down her exposed neck, causing her to squirm. He pulled away, turning his attention to Tony.

“But… I… I didn’t do anything wrong,” she tried to plead, looking at Bucky across the desk to where he was standing at the door. “I followed all the rules. I—” Tony’s hands lifted up underneath her dress and she let out a choked noise, craning her neck to look back at him. “Alpha, please!”

Tony audibly groaned at her slipping up and giving in to calling him by his title. He yanked her leggings and underwear down to her ankles. He freed himself from his slacks and his fingers pressed at her pussy. She buried her face in the desk, trying to squeeze her legs together.

“Oh, come now. None of that,” Tony ordered, and she loosened. His fingers pressed in, stroking her slowly. She was already wet, probably had been for the better part of the day. It is why the three of them had stayed away, they could have lost control before now and ruined it all otherwise.

“You’re not being punished, Omega,” he told her. “Rewarded actually…” She whimpered and he cooed as he continued stroking her gently, “Oh, sweetpea… beautiful Omega. You’re going to be just fine. You’re in the perfect hands. You feel sick for a reason and we are going to help you.”

The more he spoke, the more he watched her body relax against his hand and his tone. The smell of her was driving him insane – he could only imagine Steve and Bucky not being able to touch her at all. He should not stall for long, wouldn’t want to start a fight.

“You’re going to feel so much better,” Tony promised as she tried to push back on his fingers, and he bit his lip at the sight. His fingers were gone, and she let out a disappointed noise. Tony rubbed his cock up and down her ass, slowly. “God, this is gonna feel so fucking good.”

Tony’s head pressed in and she gasped, adjusting to his width. He gave a strangled laugh, relishing in how tight her walls were. She was squirming beneath him and he gave her a rapt smack on the ass.

“I know you haven’t had an Alpha cock before but relax, Omega,” Tony ordered gruffly.

“It’s too much,” she said pitifully.

“You’ll adjust. You’ll adjust,” Tony moaned, pressing in further. “You’ll be able to take all of me. All of us. It’s what you were built for.”

Bucky was becoming shifty, chewing on his thumb nail, his eyes boring into Y/N. He had stepped away from the door, coming closer to where she was. His dick was outlined in his jeans but he had refrained from releasing himself just yet. Steve on the other hand had taken his cock out and was stroking himself, needing some type of contact. Both of their eyes were blown wide.

“Oh. Tony,” Bucky said, aroused. “You would love this sight.”

Y/N’s eyes were glazed over as Tony thrusts grew deeper and quicker. Looking the perfect example of a subservient Omega, impaled on an Alpha’s cock.

“I love the feeling,” Tony choked back, holding tight to her wrists to drive himself deeper.

Soon, they came tumbling down. Tony came with loud grunts, emptying inside of her and he left a claim mark on her shoulder. Tony only took a moment to kiss at her neck, whispering something sweet into her ear before he backed off. His pants were buttoned back up and he collapsed in one of the chairs, his eyes falling on her.

Steve wasted no time coming behind her and entering her with ease. She whimpered at the intrusion, still so sensitive. His thrusts were unbridled, worked up into a frenzy. Y/N’s hips bounced off the desk.

“Alpha,” she whined.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Steve panted, his fingers digging into the skin at her hips. “You feel so goddamn good, Omega. You’re doing so well. So, so well. Everything I dreamed.”

The room was filled with skin slapping skin and the aroused moans leaving Y/N.

“Alpha,” she whined again, and Steve groaned, knowing she was getting close. He could feel her clenching around him.

And when she did, shaking and whimpering, Steve thrusted quickly as she tightened. He finished with a shout unable to help himself, coating her walls. He left another distinct claim bite at the base of her neck. His fingers traced it gently before he noticed Bucky standing there.

“You know, for an Alpha. Buck, you sure as hell are patient,” Steve joked.

Bucky gave a curt smirk before shoving Steve out of the way. Steve held his hands up in surrender, turning away and letting Bucky have his way with her. Y/N was doing so well still, behaving and letting Bucky rut her into the desk without pushback. Bucky had been right, Tony thought to himself. He loved that look in her eyes. She was lost to her arousal.

“P-p-please, alpha,” she begged moments before she cried out again.

Bucky grunted loudly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, chasing his high. He shook as he emptied himself and went to the opposite shoulder to leave another claim mark. She was exhausted, breathing heavily having not one but three Alphas imprinting themselves on her and using her.

The door opened and all three of them froze, Bucky still buried in Y/N, his large hands at her hips.

Clint was standing there, his mouth fallen open in disbelief at the scene. There were a few seconds of suspended shock before he asked them disgusted, “You couldn’t even lock it?”

“Didn’t think about it,” Tony admitted.

“You? You didn’t think? That’s rich,” Clint spat back at him. He noticed Y/N was handcuffed and realization dawned on him. He glared daggers at the three of them and snapped, “You’re going to get sidelined for this!”

“No, I don’t think so. More like chewed out… I’ve been chewed out before,” Steve said. Impatiently he added, “Now, will you close the damn door?”

His request went ignored by Clint, who pressed on furiously, “No, seriously. You guys know that right? Compromising an agent like this! Especially one they’re trying to keep up because they’re in such big demand to even out the ranks! She’s only going to respond to your Alpha commands now! That compromises her!”

“And why is anyone complaining about that? She should be answering to her superiors,” Tony remarked, watching her intently. She was so lost, trying to figure out what was going on. She had no purpose without feeling a cock being driven into her when she was this worked up into her heat. Tony almost felt bad for her…

“Barton, are you going to let Barnes pull out so we can untie her or what? She’s got to be getting sore by now. Wouldn’t want to hurt our ‘delicate flower’.” Clint stood his ground and Tony lost his humor, snapping, “Get the fuck out, Barton. It’s already been done. Now. Before I lose my goddamn temper.”

Clint’s jaw was clenched as he turned away from the three Alphas, slamming the door behind him so loudly it shook the wall.

“Speaking of that,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. He leaned in, catching her attention. “Darling… do you want Alpha to finish inside you?” She nodded fervently and Bucky grunted in response, rutting against her backside even as he pulled away from her. He pulled her up and she stood on shaky legs. In her ear, he asked, “Do you want to always be finished inside of?” She nodded again, biting her bottom lip. “Hmm… you want to please us? That’s what I thought. So. How about after you take in that feeling of that warm seed inside you, you go up to the director and tell her you want to resign? Tell her you wanna be a good little housewife for us? How does that sound?”

“Okay,” she agreed.

Steve’s fingers pressed her cheeks in, pressing her lips out and he smiled. “You wanna be an asset to the team in your best way. Such a team player.” He shot Tony a look at the end of the desk, an aroused gleam in his eye. “I’m sure we can get you a proper collar.”

“I’ve already got it built. I’ve been waiting for her to learn her place.” Tony then added, “But she can’t live with me. Pepper will kill me.”

“I’ve got it,” Steve said.

Steve rubbed her stomach and said, “Regardless, she’s gonna be serving her real purpose soon.”

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natashxromanovf · 3 years

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I want to see you smile

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff × fem!Stark! reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: swearing (I think that’s it? If not, please let me know)

Type: fluff, friends to lovers

Summary: What happens when one friend falls in love with another? Are feelings mutual?

A/N: If you haven’t already noticed, I’m in love with friends to lovers trope. So yes, that’s what I’m writing. Again. In this fic, Thanos doesn’t exsist and everyone is alive. Just for clarification, Jenna is supossed to be Morgan’s babysitter. Also am I passing my obsession with Soy Luna to Morgan here? Yes, I am. This song is just so beautiful, yet sad at the same time. I don’t really like this, but oh weel, not everything can be amazing. Enjoy <3

Here's the link to the song

“And don’t forget to turn in your essays tomorrow!” yells the teacher, right before the bell rings, dismissing you from your last class. You pick up your backpack and look at Peter, who just stood up from his chair. “Are we hanging out today?” you ask. “Yes, we have to go to the compound, remember? Everyone will be there, there’s some important meeting, even we have to attend,” he explains. “But Steve said it’s not going to be long, so we can hang out after,” he says and you nod. Peter and you were best friends, ever since junior year of high school. The first time your dad introduced him to you (not knowing you two already know each other), was hilarious.

“Y/N, come in here honey!” yelled Tony from the common area. You were doing your homework, minding your business when you heard your dad calling you. “Coming dad!” you answered back. Once you got to the dining area, your father immediately started to speak “I want you to meet someone.” he said, gesturing to the boy beside him. As your head turns, you recognize this boy as none other than Peter Parker. “Peter?!”

“Y/N?!” you both scream at the same time. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your eyes wide, surprise lacing your voice. “What am I doing here? The better question is what are you doing here?” he squeaked, his expression matching yours. “Woah, Woah, Woah, you two know each other?” Tony asked, just as confused as you were. “Yes we know each other, he’s basically my best friend,” you explained, Tony’s jaw dropping to the ground. “So that’s why you never let me come to your house,” chuckled Peter, finally putting all the pieces together. “Yea, that’s why.” you gently smiled. “Let’s introduce again, shall we? Hello, I’m Y/N, Y/N Stark.” you introduced yourself, making Peter laugh slightly. “Hey Y/N, I’m Peter Parker, also known as Spider-man.” now it was your turn to be surprised. “You’re Spider-man?!?” you asked. “And you’re a Stark! We’re even.”

“I guess we are.”

Once you got to the compound, everyone was already there, even Morgan, to your surprise. “Mom, what’s Morgan doing here?” you question. “Wait a second, mom what are you doing here??” you now almost scream. “Didn’t Dad tell you?” she says and you shook your head no. “Oh, well, I told him to tell you, but what can you expect from Tony Stark?” she sighs. “Last mission went wrong and now a HYDRA base knows the addresses of all the Avengers, including ours, that’s why I’m here. And about Morgan... well we couldn’t reach Jenna, so we took her with us.” she frowns. “Oh, okay-” you were cut off, by none other than the famous Captain America. “Okay, so, I know you’re probably asking yourself ´What the hell are we doing here on our free day?´ but I have a good explanation for it. It has come to our attention that while we were on our last mission, fighting off HYDRA agents, some of them snuck into our jet and stole some information, including our home addresses. Now, since more than half of us lives here, or is from another planet,” he says, gesturing to Thor, “it’s not so serious, except for Tony, Pepper, Y/N, Peter, and Bruce. Your addresses have been compromised, so I would suggest for you to stay here for a couple of weeks, just to be safe.” he ends his long explanation, and all of you agree to stay here. “Wow, I need to call Aunt May,” says Peter, and you nod, gesturing for him to go. After you shoo Peter away, to go and talk to May, Pietro appears behind you, his usual smirk printed on his lips “Hey, printsessa.” he greets and you wave. “Hello Pietro, how are you?” you smile, his presence always making you happy, no matter how hard the day was. “I’m good, you?" he questions. “I’m okay, it just sucks a little, all this not-going-home thing. But at least I get the time to hang out with my favorite speedster.” you chuckle, Pietro joining. You make small talk, just usual things. Somehow you end on the couch and the next time you look at the clock, it’s already time for dinner. Today is Wanda’s turn to cook, and to say you are starving is an understatement. You couldn’t wait for her famous paprikash.

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It’s been a couple of days since the meeting and you and Peter just came back from school, to a very unusual scene. Before you, there are all the Avengers, looking at something on the big screen. You and Peter look at each other confused, as to what could leave them in such a state. As you get closer, you see what they’re all so interested in. It’s a show called Soy Luna and you burst out laughing, now all the attention focusing on you. “Y-you’re watch-watching Soy Lu-Luna?” you say through giggles, making some of them blush. “Well, as a matter of fact, it really sucks you in.” defends Natasha, receiving hums of agreement. “Sure, whatever you say.”

“On which episode are you?” Peter asks. “I think it’s season 3, episode 25,” answers Wanda. “Oh my god, I love this episode, scoot over,” you say to Bucky, gesturing for him to move. He moves a little to the right, making space between him and Wanda. You sit in the middle while Peter sits on the ground, besides Steve. “Morgan wanted to watch it, right?” you ask, a smirk still playing on your lips. “Yea.” Wanda sighs defeated, and your smile widens, just a little. Right as you were about to turn your attention to the screen, Morgan appears in front of your eyes. “Hey bubba, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be watching the series?” you question, your brows furrowed. “Yea, I just wanted to be with you!” she exclaims and turns around, sitting into your lap. “Awwww,” you whisper, overwhelmed with her cuteness. 10 minutes in, Morgan screams that your favorite song is coming. “Look Y/N, Matteo is about to perform your favorite song!”

“You’re right Morgan,” you say, trying to calm her down from her excited state. “Will you sing it? Pleaseee,” she demands, looking at you with puppy eyes. Oh, damn it, not her puppy eyes, you think, agreeing, because c’mon, who can say no to those pretty eyes of hers. “But only because you asked nicely,” you add, making Morgan smile. Soon enough, the first tunes of Quiero verte sonreir start to play. She looks at you expectantly, as do all the others. Right before you start singing you make eye contact with Pietro.

“No lo puedo evitar,

yo no te dejo de pensar,

y las noches son frías si tú no estás.

No lo puedo entender,

como no te has dado cuenta...”

(I can’t help it, I can’t stop thinking about you, and the nights are cold, if you’re not here. I don’t understand, how you haven’t noticed...)

There’s something in his eyes, that makes you not look away, not wanting to look away. Finally, your stare breaks, as Morgan bumps you, wanting some attention. “...Pero tengo miedo de pensar,

que no te vayas enamorar...”

(...But I'm afraid to think, that you’re not going to fall in love...)

You bump her nose, making your heart feel loved, because you made your little sister happy, even if just for two minutes.

Your eyes are back on Pietro, decided to dedicate the chorus to him, even if he doesn’t understand you.

“... Quiero verte sonreír,

quiero verte junto a mí,

no puedo ya no quiero,

no es fácil ocultar mis miedos...”

(I want to see you smile, I want to see you next to me, I can’t take it anymore, I don’t want to, it's not easy to hide my fears...)

But you forgot there’s someone else in the room, who speaks Spanish fluently. As the song comes to an end, you know what’s coming, so right when you finish with your singing, you quickly scream: “Someone cover Morgan’s eyes, she’s too innocent to see what’s coming.” as a joke, not expecting for Bucky to actually cover her eyes. “Oi, Barnes, I was kidding!” you say while laughing your ass off. You spend the rest of your afternoon with your team, binge-watching Soy Luna, completely falling into trance. The duty of cooking dinner falls on you and Peter, others still not turning their eyes away from the screen. You decided to cook Mac and cheese, the only thing you both actually know how to cook. “How long have you been into Pietro?” he suddenly asks, making you choke on your water. “Wh- what?” you struggle while coughing, Peter tapping you on your back, helping you to regain your breath again. “C’mon, you don’t have to pretend with me.” he smiles, reminding you just how of an awesome friend he is. “Is it that obvious?” you ask, looking at him like you just swallowed a spider. “No, but I notice these things, the way you look at him, the way your lips always form a smile, the second you lay eyes on him, the way you speak to him like you’re gonna melt any second. Besides, I speak Spanish, so that right there,” he gestures to the living room, “tells me enough.” he finishes with a light chuckle. “Shit, I forgot you understand Spanish,” you exclaim, joining him. “Soo, you like me?” you hear someone say, his thick accent lacing his voice, knowing who he was. “Fuck,” you whisper under your breath, slowly turning around. “How much have you heard?” you carefully ask, scrunching your nose and closing your eyes. “Enough,” he says, that adorably annoying smirk playing on his lips. “I’m gonna just slowly go, because, well, this is awkward.” Peter quickly exits the kitchen, making you angry at him for leaving. “Is it true?” you hear him say, and you focus your attention back on him. Oh, fuck it, you think before speaking “Yes, it is. But I know you don’t feel the same, so can we just pretend this didn’t happen, because I don’t want to make things akw-” he crashes his lips onto yours, guiding them into a sweet yet passionate kiss. His hands are on your waist, yours travelling up his body till you reach his hair, slowly playing with his blond curls. Cheers erupt from the door, making you look at them. And there they are, the whole team clapping and cheering, a “Finally! I couldn’t take the tension anymore!” escaping Wanda, making you chuckle. “I hate all of you, I swear to god,” you say, looking away from them and into those beautiful ocean eyes of his.

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Red Roses: “I Love You” - Wanda Maximoff Ending

Valentines Special: Day Nine

Day One: Morning Glories // Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers // Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus // Day Eight: Daffodils (Post with rest of the character endings)

Plot: It’s finally Valentines Day, the day the reader will finally learn who it is that had been leaving them flowers and notes expressing their secret feelings.

Pairing: Gen!Neutral Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Triggers: None Words: 1,503

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February 14th

You woke up late in the morning, having had a restless nights sleep most of the night. As you groggily opened up your eyes and stretched, you turned to look at your clock, seeing it was nearly 11am. You sighed before grabbing your phone, seeing a missed text from Steve a few hours prior asking if you wanted to go for a run with him and Bucky. Replying with an apology and that you slept in, you rolled back over, your eyes landing on the daffodils on the table.

Remembering that you had woken up lying at the end of your bed before crawling back in, you reached over on your desk and grabbed the note you had set their last night. You read over it again before “New beginnings” you mumble to yourself before sighing and sitting up.

Eventually, you had gotten out of bed, brushed your teeth and got dressed before wondering out of your room, planning on going on a walk. You just wanted to get out of the tower honestly. You needed to think things over again.

You managed to leave the tower without running into any of the others before you began wandering towards a nearby park, headphones in and favorite music playing. You began to think of the possibilities again. Over the last week, you found yourself watching the others more closely. The way Natasha and Bruce had been acting around each other, you figured it was neither of them leaving you the notes. And you doubted it was Tony or Clint, and it certainly wasn’t Loki.

So that leaves Steve, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Wanda. Steve and Bucky had always been kind to you, you were definitely close to both of them. The more you thought about them, the less you could see yourself in a relationship with them. And Vision was nearly impossible to figure out entirely.

And then there was Wanda. Ever since you met her and Pietro in your fight against Ultron, you had a bond. She felt comfortable around you, and you had never been afraid of her. You made sure she knew she wasn’t alone, and helped her mourn her brother. You spent a lot of your time together, and you had recently become more confused about your feelings towards her.

You liked her much more than you did anyone else. If you were a teenager, you’d call it a crush. But could she ever feel the same for you? Just like Vision, she was good at hiding her emotions. And you were, you think, very good at hiding how you felt. And you trusted her to never use her abilities on you without your permission anyways, she had made a promise to you as well, though you did not ask her too. It was her own way of expressing you could trust her.

Sitting down on a bench and staring out at the park, and the people wandering around, you thought more about Wanda and the way she was around you. Thinking of all the small interactions, some of which could be seen as a bit more intimate than others. You began to feel a small sense of hope towards who would admit their feelings to you tonight.

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You had spent most of your day wandering around the city before heading back to the tower a few hours before the party would begin. You had been avoiding talking to the others, rarely texting them throughout the day. So when you arrived back at the tower, you were not really surprised when Natasha and Clint found you before you made it all the way to your room.

“Is something up? You don’t usually avoid us this much.” Natasha began as you were stopped in the hallway before the elevator.

You sighed as you leaned against the wall “I’ve just been preoccupied, I’m fine I promise.”

“This is about the flowers isn’t it?” Clint asked.

You nodded and Natasha smiled apologetically “Y/n, you really don’t need to be so concerned, I’m sure that if you really can’t see yourself being with whoever it is, they’ll understand. We are all way to close to hold that type of grudge, or let something like this stand between us.”

“You haven’t read the notes Nat. There’s much more at stake than you understand. But, I do hope you’re right.” you said with a sense of unease.

After they tried to console you a bit more, you left to go back to your room. Taking a long shower, and slowly getting ready, you sat around distracting yourself before the party. You had gone back and forth in your mind, part of you trying to convince yourself to not go down at all. Maybe they would come find you if they really wanted. But eventually deciding against this, you convinced yourself to go up to the party.

The party was crowded and loud, made up of a cacophony of laughter, conversation, and music. You spent a while hanging out with Natasha, Clint, Bruce and Wanda before you snuck off when you all joined the others and groups of guests.

You thought you had not been noticed, when you found a quiet separate room, closed off from guests. You had begun to feel a bit overwhelmed and needed to take a breather away from everyone. Staring out of the large window out at the bright city, as you began to relax.

Hearing the door creak open, you looked over to see Wanda peak her head in. Her eyes meeting yours as she gave you a cautious smile “Are you alright? I saw you sneak off.”

You smiled politely at her, with little emotion “I’m okay, just started to feel a bit overwhelmed.”

“So, is this a bad time?”

“For what?” you asked with a questioning face.

Stepping fully into the room, she lifted up a small bouquet of red roses “To give you these?” she asked cautiously, cocking her head sideways slightly as she watched you.

Your eyes whipped back and fourth from the roses to Wanda before you found your voice again “Uh, wh- did...uh, did someone give you those to give to me...Or..?”

She smiled as she began walking towards you “No one gave them to me.”

You met her eyes “Then...you?”

She nodded her head once “Yes. Me.” she smiled. Walking the rest of the way up to you she handed you the flowers, which you took cautiously as you looked between them and Wanda.

“I....” you chuckled at your own speechlessness “I just...really thought that you uh, I mean, I thought I was the only one...”

Her smile widened at your stuttering admission before she reached out and placed her hands over yours sending a sense of ease over you. “I didn’t really mean too. But, a few weeks ago, I was feeling, overwhelmed myself, about how I found my feelings changing for you. And one day, when we were together, I couldn’t help but...search a bit, just to see.” she looked at you with guilt on her face “I’m sorry, I know I promised I wouldn’t-”

“It’s alright Wanda” you cut her off, assuring her “That actually makes it a lot easier” you chuckled, which made her smile with relief and amusement. “So, that whole, scavenger hunt you joked about a while ago, to find who was leaving the flowers was just a ploy to distract me from thinking it was you?”

She cocked her head to the side with a smile “Maybe.”

You realized that this now made sense, that day when you found no one in the hallway when you heard them, she had used her magic. “Did anybody else know?” you asked curiously.

She shook her head “I mean, both Tony and Steve knew about how I felt about you, so maybe they figured it was me. But I never told anyone. But I did hear Bucky mentioning something to Steve about you..pressing the flowers?” her smile widened “Did you really?”

You felt heat rise up the back of you neck as you smiled “Maybe.”

She laughed before she took another step closer, pressing her forehead against yours as she stared into your eyes, “I’m very glad that you liked the flowers so much, and I hope you are alright with the things that I said.”

“I’m more than alright with them Wanda. I loved them. And I...” you hesitated, wondering if you should say what you were truly feeling. But maybe it was too soon? Though, the roses. They were the first flowers you had received that you already knew the meaning of. So, was this Wanda’s own way of confessing...of telling you?

“I know.” she said “Me too.” she replied, answering your unspoken question.

You smiled widely at each other before leaning in together and meeting in a kiss. A feeling of ease and happiness ran through you as your mind was silenced. There was no more anxiety or busy thoughts, just peace, acceptance, and happiness.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 101

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Word Count: 3,620ish

Summary: The team hunts down Ultron and takes a hit.

Y/N was in her room, getting ready, when a knock sounded at the door. She had her back turned to it but could hear it open.

“I swear, Tony,” she grumbled. “If you and Steve—“ She stopped when she turned around and saw Natasha, arms crossed and leaning up against the wall. “Oh. Hey, Nat. What can I help you with?”

“You could start by telling me what’s going on,” she responded.

“I don’t know what—“

“Cut the crap, Y/N. Something’s going on. Steve and Bruce told me about why you can create portals. The Tesseract. That makes me want to assume that you also have some sort of connection with the scepter.” Y/N closed her eyes and sighed. “You do. You have a connection.” Nat stepped closer to Y/N. “What is it? Why do these things want you?”

“I don’t know, Nat. Honestly. I’m just as confused as you are… I’ve been told I’m being saved for something.”

“Saved?”

“Something is going to happen and for some reason I’ll be an instrumental part in it all. But I don’t know when or what that is.”

“Your connection with the scepter? Did it… Did it give you any abilities?”

“Yes… I can… I can read and control minds.” Natasha stayed silent for a few moments, simply nodding as she took everything in. “Nat, you have to understand that I’m not making any of this up and that I didn’t ask for this.” Y/N began to panic, the weight of everything suddenly crashing down on her. “I didn’t want this,” Y/N cried. “I didn’t want this life. Any of it.”

Nat rushed over and pulled Y/N into her arms. “I know you didn’t… I know…”

“I don’t know what to do, Nat… I… I don’t want this…”

“Shh… I know, Y/N/N. I know.”

“And Steve and Tony, they don’t understand. They don’t want me to come because of it. But I have to. It’s my job to make it right.”

“It’s not your job.” Nat pulled back, making sure Y/N was looking at her in the eyes. “It’s our job. And since when have you let Stark and your brother stop you? I will support your decision to come.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Y/N pulled her back in for a hug. “I’ve missed you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch like we used to.”

“It’s on us both. Nothing like a end-of-the-world scenario to get friends back together.”

~~~

Y/N appeared in the quinjet as they were crossing the Atlantic. She stayed in a corner, avoiding Steve and Tony. And every time one of them tried to get near her, Natasha would step in their way, giving them a threatening look.

The salvage yard was the home of many rusted ships. On of them housing Ulysses Klaue, the man the team was searching for. As the team entered one of the ships, the realized Ultron was there as well.

“—understand. Don’t compare me with Stark!” Ultron spat, kicking Ulysses Klaue down the stairs. “It’s a thing with me. Stark is… He’s a sickness.”

“Ahh, junior,” Tony commented as him, Thor, and Steve appeared. Bruce stayed back in the quinjet and Clint, Natasha, and Y/N snuck onto the other levels. “You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.”

“It I have to.”

“We don’t have to break anything,” Thor stated.

“Clearly you've never made an omelet.”

“He beat me by one second,” Tony commented.

“Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark,” a young man appeared. From what Y/N could remember, his name was Pietro Maximoff. Him and his Twin, Wanda who showed up beside him, volunteered to be experimented on. “It’s what, comfortable? Like old times?”

“This was never my life.”

“You two can still walk away from this,” Steve told them.

“Oh, we will,” Wanda responded.

“I know you’ve suffered.”

“Uuughh!” Ultron groaned. “Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but—“

“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it,” Thor stated.

“I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.”

“Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?” Tony asked.

“I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!”

Suddenly, Ultron’s own Iron Legion bots came out of no where and started attacking. Ulysses men also began fighting them. The team, obviously, fought back.

“Thor! Status?” Steve called over the comms.

“The girl tried to warp my mind,” Thor answered. “Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty…” He trailed off though.

Y/N was suddenly on high alert, realizing that Wanda was using her powers on the team. The young woman appeared in front of her, a red glow in her eyes and coming from her hands.

“We can help you, Wanda,” Y/N said. “We don’t want to hurt you.”

“You already have,” Wanda replied.

Wanda threw her arms towards Y/N, the red glow rushing towards her. Not being able to dodge it, the red entered Y/N’s mind. Shocked that that was even possible, Y/N stumbled back onto the floor. Suddenly, her vision was filled with darkness. Slowly, six spots, each a different color, appeared. The Stones. They floated around until a gold gauntlet appeared and each of the stones found its place on it. The fingers of the gauntlet snapped. Y/N looked around as dust flew around her and the horrified cries of many filled her ears.

“This is what you must stop,” a low, gravely voice stated as the dust and cries continued. “What you must fix… This is what you were saved for.”

“But I don’t want to!” Y/N yelled, in her vision and out loud. “I don’t want to! Take it back!”

“Whoever’s left standing, we gotta move,” Clint shouted, trying to get someone’s attention. “Guys?

Tony was busy trying to get the Hulk under control, who had made an appearance thanks to Wanda. Clint was the only one left in the ship, who hadn’t been affected by Wanda.

“Natasha, I could really use a lullaby,” Tony called over the comms.

“Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while,” Clint responded, kneeling in front of Nat who was still stuck in her vision. “The whole team is down, you got no back up here.”

“No! Take it back!” Y/N screamed. Clint snapped his head towards the sound.

“Y/N?!” Clint called, now extremely worried.

“Y/N?” Tony repeated. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll handle the team, Stark. You get Hulk.”

“Please! You should have let me die!” Y/N continued. “Just let me die!”

Tears streamed down Y/N’s face as her vision continued to show dust and screams. Clint hurried, with Natasha in his arms, to the quinjet. He brought it closer to the ship before going back in again. Steve basically woke up from his vision as Clint was rushing up the stairs.

“I don’t want this!” Y/N screamed again.

“What—what’s going on?” Steve said to Clint, trying to gain some of his senses back.

“The witch got into everyone’s minds,” Clint responded. “Everyone’s been pretty quiet except—“

“PLEASE!” Y/N yelled.

Steve was up with Clint as soon as he heard his sister. They ran towards her screams. They found her in a corner, trembling, and crying.

“Y/N,” Steve called, crouching down in front of her. “Y/N, it’s Steve.”

“I don’t want that burden,” Y/N whimpered. “Please take it away.”

“I’ll get Thor,” Clint stated. “You got this?”

Steve nodded, keeping his eyes on his sister, before Clint took off to find Thor. Steve held out his hands to try and calm his sister. But he honestly had no idea how to. Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t there.

“I’m going to pick you up now,” Steve stated, hoping that Y/N could hear him. He picked her up and over his shoulder.

“No!” She screamed, hitting and kicking Steve. “Let me go! Fine! Fine! I’ll do it! Just don’t let them all die! Please don’t let them die!”

“Y/N, I need you to wake up.” Steve headed to the quinjet. “I don’t know what she did to you. But it can’t be good.”

Y/N fought the whole way to the quinjet. Steve had to strap her into a seat for her safety. He sat down on the ground beside her, worn out and hurt by what he had been forced to see himself. When Tony and Bruce returned, Bruce refused to talk or even look at anyone. But honestly, no one was talking to or looking each other in the eye. Y/N was still trembling and whimpering, clearly still wrapped in whatever Wanda had shown her. (Or really, the Stones.) Her eyes were still glazed over when Tony approached her. He couldn’t stop the hurt expression that formed when she flinched away from him. Clint got them into the air while Tony called Maria.

“The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is,” Maria stated. “There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air.”

“Stark Relief Foundation?” Tony asked.

“Already on the scene. How's the team?”

“Everyone’s…" He looked back at the team, spread out around the quinjet. “We took a hit. We'll shake it off.”

“Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here.”

“So, run and hide?”

“Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer.”

“Neither do we.” Tony switched off the monitor, ending the call. He sighed as he got up and made his way over to Clint. “Hey, you wanna switch out?”

“No, I'm good,” Clint answered. “If you wanna get some kip, check on your girl, now's a good time, cause we're still a few hours out.”

“A few hours from where?”

“A safe house.”

Tony nodded, confused, but decided to let Clint be. He turned around and headed over to his girlfriend. As he sat down beside her, he noticed that her eyes were closed. Her breathes where uneasy and there was sweat forming on her brow.

“What did she do to you?” He whispered, wiping off her forehead.

Tony unbuckled Y/N, carefully, and pulled her into him. He couldn’t tell if she was asleep or not, but it didn’t matter as long as she wasn’t in distress anymore. He held a kiss to her temple.

“It’s going to be okay…” He whispered. “We’re going to be okay…”

~~~

Clint landed the quinjet in a field. He grabbed Natasha, helping her out of the quinjet, as the others followed behind. Y/N was barely aware of her surroundings as Tony helped her out of the quinjet. Clint led them towards a large farmhouse.

“What is this place?” Thor asked.

“Safe house,” Tony answered.

“Let’s hope,” Clint responded. He opened the door, the others still following. “Honey? I’m home.” A very pregnant Laura Barton walked din from the kitchen. “Hi. Company. Sorry, I didn’t call ahead.”

“Hey,” she replied, kissing Clint.

“This is an agent of some kind,” Tony reasoned, holding Y/N tightly to him as he spoke to Thor. Y/N smirked, glad to have been in on the secret.

“Gentlemen, this is Laura,” Clint introduced.

“I know all your names,” she smiled.

The men of the team just stared, with Tony using his free hand to wave awkwardly. Footsteps could be heard coming closer.

“Ooh, incoming,” Clint smiled. Cooper and Lila Barton ran into the room.

“Dad!” Lila squealed.

“I see her!” Clint picked up Lila and kissed the top of Cooper’s head. “Hey, buddy! How you guys doing?”

“These are… smaller agents,” Tony continued, trying to make sense of it all.

“Look at your face! Oh, my goodness!”

“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” Lila asked.

“Why don’t you hug her and find out?” Nat smiled. Lila rushed towards her aunt, who picked her up.

"Sorry for barging in on you,” Steve awkwardly apologized.

“Yeah, we would have called ahead,” Tony added, “but we were busy having no idea that you existed.”

“Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined,” Clint replied. “He kept it off SHIELD's files, I'd like to keep it that way. I figure it's a good place to lay low.”

“Mr. Stark, you can take Y/N to an upstairs bedroom,” Laura said. “There’s some clothes from the last time she visited.”

“Thanks, Laura,” Y/N said softly.

“Wait…?” Tony looked down at Y/N. “You knew about this?”

“She needed a place to stay and recover after you threw her out a few years back,” Clint replied.

“I—“

“Tony,” Y/N called, calmly and softly, “right now is really not the time.”

“Right. I’ll just… we’ll just head upstairs.”

~~~

Y/N let the hot water burn her skin as she stood still underneath the shower head. She couldn’t get the imagines and sounds from the vision out of her head. A soft knock on the bathroom door took her away from her thoughts.

“Honey?” Tony’s worried voice come from the other side. “You okay in there?”

“Yeah,” she responded. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Y/N finished cleaning herself up and got changed before she exited the bathroom. Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“You’re good, honey,” he responded, standing up to meet her. “You o—“

“Don’t ask me if I’m okay. I’m… I’m not. But I really don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

“Okay, okay. Is there anything I can do?” Y/N shook her head. Tony nodded. “Come here.” She willingly came into his arms. “I love you. And whatever she showed you wasn’t real. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Will you be okay being alone for a second?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just going to lay down and try to get some rest.”

“Good plan.” Tony kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~

“Thor didn’t say where he was going for answers?” Tony asked as him and Steve were outside chopping wood.

Laura and Y/N were sitting on the porch with Lila and Clint was fixing up the porch with Cooper. Y/N was watching and listening to her brother and boyfriend.

“Sometimes my teammates don't tell me things,” Steve answered Tony. “I was kind of hoping Thor would be the exception.”

“Yeah, give him time,” Tony suggested. “We don't know what the Maximoff kid showed him.”

“Earth's Mightiest Heroes… Pulled us apart like cotton candy.”

“Seems like you walked away all right.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I don't trust a guy without a dark side.” Tony swung his axe down. “Call me old fashioned.”

“Well let's just say you haven't seen it yet.”

“You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?”

“Well I guess you'd know. Whether you tell us is a bit of a question.”

“Banner and I were doing research.”

“That would affect the team.”

“That would end the team. Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the "why" we fight, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?!”

Steve torn a log in half with his bare hands as a phone beeped beside Y/N. She watched as Laura looked down at her phone and stood up. Laura made her way down the porch steps and towards the two men chopping wood.

“Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die,” Steve continued. “Every time.”

“I’m sorry,” Laura interrupted. “Mr. Stark, uh, Clint said you wouldn't mind, but, our tractor, it doesn't seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might—”

“Yeah, I’ll give her a kick,” Tony replied. “Don’t take from my pile.”

Tony sent Y/N a smile as he walked over to the barn. Laura came back up the steps and sat next to Y/N.

“What’d you send him to do?” Y/N asked.

“To talk to someone,” Laura answered.

“Talk to someone? Who?”

“Fury.”

~~~

Y/N went back inside not too long later. Still tired from the vision and trying to process everything. She sat on the couch and looked around the room.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, coming to sit beside her, “you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N shrugged. “I miss this…” She looked around. “The domestic life.”

“We haven’t had that in a very long time.”

“I know.” Tony entered the house, pausing behind the wall as he herd the twins talking. “Doesn’t mean I can’t miss it.”

“Did you want this, with Bucky? A home? A family?”

Y/N sighed. “I did. And for a moment there I thought I was going to have it.”

“Do you want it with, Stark?”

“I… I don’t know… I don’t know if he wants it.”

“Doesn’t that worry you? That you don’t know if he sees a future with you?”

“We’re both too busy saving the world. I don’t know if we’ll get there.”

Tony didn’t know what to think. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted a future with him? She doubting that he wanted it with her? Yes, they never really talked about it, but… he was hoping that she was planning on being with him forever. Tony was planning on being with her.

“I honestly don’t know how you’re with him,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Especially after—“

“You don’t understand. He was shown something down there, just like the rest of us have seen. He was doing it to protect the world, to protect us. So that we could have a chance at a future.”

“Still, he should have told us.”

“Yes, he should have. But that doesn’t mean it’s all his fault.”

~~~

After dinner, the team was gathered around, listening to Fury talk.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time,” Fury stated. “My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked.

“Ah. He's easy to track, he's everywhere. Guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“He still going after launch codes?” Tony asked, throwing darts in the room over.

“Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway.”

“I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare.”

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that.”

“NEXUS?” Steve repeated.

“It's the world internet hub in Oslo,” Bruce explained, “every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked.

“He's fixated on the missiles,” Fury answered, “but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?” Y/N wondered.

Clint quickly threw a dart across the room. It narrowly missed Tony’s face and hit the center of the dart board he was playing on. Tony looked at Clint with a ‘did you really just do that’ expression. Clint just shrugged it off.

“Parties unknown,” Fury said.

“Do we have an ally?” Nat asked.

“Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is.”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our ‘unknown’,” Tony said.

“Well, this is good times, boss,” Nat said, “but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that.”

“I do, I have you,” Fury responded. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what, Romanoff?” Steve responded as she smiled mischievously at him.

“So what does he want?” Fury asked.

“To become better. Better than us,” Y/N answered. “He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies,” Tony said. “The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we're outmoded. But he keeps coming back to it.”

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed,” Nat commented.

“They don't need to be protected, they need to evolve,” Bruce remembered Ultron’s speech. “Ultron's going to evolve.”

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”

~~~

“I’m going with Steve to Korea,” Y/N told Tony as soon as they were alone. “Ultron most likely as the scepter there and I need to be the one to handle it.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” Tony sighed.

“Are you going to try and stop me?”

“No….”

Y/N furrowed her brows. Tony seemed down, more down than usual. “What’s wrong, Tony?”

“Nothing.”

“Tony…” Y/N reached up and forced him to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I want a future with you.”

“W-what? Where’s this coming from?”

“I might have heard you and Cap talking—“

“Tony. I—”

“I didn’t mean too! But it got me thinking, I haven’t allowed myself to express my desire for a future with you because I’ve been… well, uh… for a lack of a better word… terrified… Still am… But I want it. I want a future with you.”

“Oh, Tony.” Y/N pulled his face down, kissing Tony lovingly. “I want one with you too.”

“You do?”

“I do. But we can’t talk anymore about it, right now. We need to get Ultron settled with. I can’t get my hopes up in case anything happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen.”

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Love is a War – Chapter 1 Peter Parker x Pregnant!Stark Reader

Summary: you’re pregnant and you need to tell your family and Peter.

Warnings: violence, injuries, swearing, snap does not happen

Iron girl is what they called you, Tony Starks' daughter. When you joined the team when you were 15, the world learnt who you were by name only, never your face. Your father had given you a new suit every year for your birthday from when you turned 13. He gave it to you for fun, not wanting you to go out and fight with it. If he even suspected that you were using it to fight, he took it away from you. Joining the team changed that you developed further relationships with people who you lived with.

The compound was split onto levels. Your father and Pepper had the penthouse, which you shared with them until you turned 16 and demanded your own floor. Steve, Bucky and Sam had the floor closest to the gym, they spent a majority of their time in that place, most of the time together, their army days making them close. Nat and Wanda shared another floor, they had wanted you to join their floor, claiming that girls should always stick together. Bruce occupied the space next to the labs, always wanting to be close to his work. He shared his space with Thor when he came to visit, but it was a rare occasion. Clint sometimes came to visit but lived with his family, keeping them away from danger.

Peter had been assigned a room in the penthouse, Tony's orders, however after you two had been dating for over two years and after you, both turned 18, he was allowed to move onto your floor. His room was to be separate from yours for your father's peace of mind, but that didn't stop you only sleeping in one of the two rooms every night. Even when you were sick.

You honestly thought you were dying. Everyone else in the compound believed that you had the flu. Your father Tony had wanted you to stay in the med bay just so that someone was keeping an eye on you at all times of the day. He also wanted you there so that he could run tests to make sure that you just had the flu and nothing else. He tried to coax you into the med bay, but you knew better. His tricks didn't fool you, the only way to get him off of your back was to have Bruce give you IV fluids. He didn't want you to dehydrate. Until you got better, you were also banned from being Iron Girl.

Peter was by your side the entire time. When he wasn't working at the internship, he was by your side, comforting you. Being enhanced by the spider bite when he was younger meant that he was immune to most if not all illnesses. His worry grew for you when you weren't getting any better. He tried to get you to go get tests done at the med bay as well, but even he couldn't charm you.

Then your symptoms started to change slightly, you were still throwing up, and certain smells set you off. When Wanda was cooking chicken one night, you couldn't help but excuse yourself to empty your stomach once again. Peter hot on your tail, like he always was to hold your hair back. Some days you spent all day in bed resting, doing the simplest of things tired you out. Peter would always cuddle you in bed when he came back, only wanting you to get better.

Once you had dropped off to sleep, he decided to do some research into your symptoms and to what it could possibly be that was making you this sick. There were a few possibilities as to what could be wrong with you, but the one that stuck out the most to him was pregnant. He couldn't get the idea of children out of his head. The thought of a mini you or him running around, having the other avengers wrapped around its fingers.

"Baby, do you know why you are getting so sick?" Peter asked one morning after you returned to bed.

"I don't know Petey. Maybe I should go down to the med bay, I hate feeling like this." Your eyes were tearing up at the fact that you didn't know what was wrong with you. Feeling absolutely useless, you crawled into Peters lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Peter pulled away from you, his eyes meeting yours, "have you ever thought that you could be pregnant?" The idea was preposterous, there was no way that you could be pregnant. The both of you were careful, not wanting to end up in that position.

Shaking your head, you were certain. "I think I would know Pete. I think I would know my own body."

"Why don't you just take a test (y/n). Just to be on the safe side. I don't mind going to buy it, I'll make sure to go to the next city. I'll pay by cash as well, then it can't be traced back to us. Don't worry, I have this." He was so kind and helpful, thinking of things that even you wouldn't have thought of.

When Peter bought the test, he snuck into an alleyway just so that he could hide the test up his jumper. There were cameras in every room of the compound except for the bathrooms. On his arrival to your shared floor, he headed straight for the bathroom so that he could put the test in there for you to take.

Slowly making your way into the bathroom, Peter couldn't help but smile at you. He wanted to be by your side through it all. "Pete, turn around. I'm not having you watch me pee."

With a pout on his face, he reluctantly turned around. When he heard the sound of the toilet flush, and your trousers being pulled back up, he turned to face you again. "The box says we have to wait two minutes. Humming you couldn't help but think how long those two minutes would feel, and they did feel long. When the timer on your phone went off, you held your breath as you looked at the test in front of you.

Pregnant.

The one word that changed everything. Your body was growing a tiny human. Showing it to Peter, he clutched at you laughing not quite believing the word on the test. Was this a dream, a nightmare, or reality? Placing a hand on your stomach, your emotions were all over the place. You were ecstatic that you were having a baby with the man in front of you, but you were both still only 19, were you ready for this?

It was weighing on your mind a lot, only Peter knew, and you were going crazy. Someone else had to know, you couldn't keep it a secret forever. There was only one person you could turn to, one person immune to your father's charms, one person who could lie to him. Pepper.

After talking to Peter about it, he agreed that talking to Pepper was a good idea. She would know where to go for an ultrasound scan, that would keep it a secret. You had asked Pepper to come to your floor for lunch, it would be easier to tell her there as there would be no interruptions. Sitting across from her you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn off the mics to your floor, telling the A.I. that you were discussing a present for Tony.

When the words left your mouth that you were pregnant you broke down. The emotions you had let build up finally erupted. Pepper was by your side in an instant arms around your shoulders, rocking you until you stopped crying. "Does Peter know?" All she wanted to do was keep you safe, her daughter growing up too quickly for her liking.

You nodded your head, "I know I need to tell dad, but I just don't know how." You were now grasping onto her arms that were around you.

"We can tell him together hun. I'm by your side no matter what you want." Pepper was always the mother figure in your life, always the person you went to when you had a problem, she was always there for you.

Discussing the scan made you nervous, you would have to go to a different city to have it. Somewhere where you or your family weren't as well known. When Pepper told you that the med bay could do it, you were scared. They would no doubt tell your father and then it wouldn't be your secret. When she told you that they had to abide by patient confidentiality due to your age, you couldn't be happier.

Calling Pete you told him the news, Pepper had booked you into the med bay for that night, a time of day when it would be quietest. She wanted to go with you, but your father would be suspicious if she didn't attend dinner with a client. Pete came back early from work, wanting to spend some time with you before your scan, in your little bubble of two, before it became your bubble of three.

Nerves ran through you as you attended the med bay for your scan. It would be the first time you would see the little one growing inside of you. Peter held your hand throughout and even shed a tear when the sonographer showed the screen of your baby. It was real now, your baby.

You decided to tell the team in the morning, you would tell your father at the same time, hoping his reaction would cause minimal damage. You were about to tell him about the one thing he was worried about happening. Right now, it was just you in your bubble of Peter and the baby.

Waking up, you almost couldn't go through with it, but with Peter, by your side, you could face anything. You had asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to get everyone in the common room so that you could tell them all the news together, it was a non-negotiable meeting. "What's wrong? Why have you got everyone here first thing on a Saturday morning?" Bucky grumbled. He was never one for mornings, always consuming an unhealthy amount of caffeine if he had to be up before midday.

"We have some news, and we wanted to tell you all together." Peters' strong voice surprised everyone, including you. He was always shying away from the team when it came to speaking publicly in front of them.

You took the responsibility out of his hands and just came out with it, "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby." Shock covered everyone's faces, they couldn't believe that the two youngest members of the team were going to have a baby.

One by one, the team all came to hug the both of you, congratulating you. All except your father. His face was stoic as he stood leaning against the wall one hand resting on his chin as he thought hard. "Are you sure you are pregnant? That this isn't some kind of prank that the two of you are pulling on me." He refused to believe it until he saw for himself.

When you pulled the photo of your unborn baby from your pocket and gave it to him, he cried, pulling in for a hug. "My little girl is having a baby. Is this why you have been sick? Until that baby is born no more missions for you, no getting into the suit and certainly no training for you. We need to keep my grandchild safe."

The domesticity in the room was not what anyone would have expected, everyone pulled into different conversations about the baby and how it would fit into the dynamic of the team. They all wanted to be involved. Bruce couldn't help his thoughts from wandering, thinking about the genetics that this baby might have. The brains that were established in both you and Peter. He pulled Tony into the corridor to discuss what was plaguing his mind, hoping that he could offer some reassurances.

"Have you ever thought about the biological capabilities of this child? We need to run tests, there is a possibility that the D.N.A. sequence could match yours with the spider gene." Your father turned to Peter when entering the room. "This can change everything. If this information fell into the wrong hands, it could be detrimental to you all, especially that baby. If our enemies found out, then they could take the baby and possibly replicate it, but in the process, it would kill the baby."

Everyone's faces visibly paled at the words your father just spoke. Turning to Bruce, you wanted his opinion, he was the one who had all the degrees. He just nodded his head, your baby could be a target. Sitting down tears ran tracks along with your features. Peter couldn't believe it either, he had been so happy about it to only find it could be fatal, it could lead to even your death.

Steve then decided to speak up "It is just a possibility at the moment."

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jj-scottsbee · 4 years

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Too Young To Be In Love

Prompt: Bucky is a sweety.

Warnings: language, age gap

You watched the brunette from across the room, as you sat cross-legged on the couch. You pretended to have your nose in a book, hoping no one would notice your attention straying from your daily reading. You watched as Bucky smiled softly as he and Steve discussed something, he was still a little uneasy about living in the tower. He had only lived in the building for a little over a few months, he was always so tense. The moment he had entered the tower, you had found it difficult to keep your eyes from finding him. The 97-year-old that looked like he was 28, intrigued your young mind.

Ever since he had arrived at the tower he had yet to let his guard down, he was always ready for a fight. He flinched at loud noises, he didn't like spending time with anyone other than Steve of course, and he often avoided eye contact with everyone. You had never heard his laugh, never seen him give an ear to ear smile, you had never heard him even snort at a joke. You knew so little about the brunette man, yet he fascinated you. If your eyes could not find him in the same room as you, then your mind would have him running through it. James Buchanan Barnes never seemed to leave you alone.

You found it so hard to pull your eyes away from him. Though you would never admit it, you loved the chances you got to admire Bucky. He was a gorgeous man, he had a body that looked as if it belonged to a god. Even with his left arm being made of metal, it just seemed to fit him. You favored his hair, believing that it suited him with the way it framed his handsomely sculpted face. His dark hair helped his almost startling intense blue eyes, stick out even more. Ever since you first noticed his eyes, you longed to just be able to stare into them, to study the tiniest details, to see the secrets they held.

"You're staring," came the gentle whisper of Wanda as she sat down beside you. You quickly averted your eyes from Bucky, looking everywhere but in his direction. Throwing yourself back to lean against the back of the couch, you slowly slouched bringing your knees up. You placed them together tightly, doing your best to hide the heat that was rising to your cheeks.

"I was only reading," You tried to hide the small smile you held. Wanda and Peter were the only ones who knew of your small interest for the super-soldier, both of them always finding ways to tease you about it.

You were forced to admire him from afar, always hiding your fondness of the man from most of the team. You were one of the youngest Avengers, being only 18. You may have been older than Peter and technically a legal adult, but you were still a baby in the eyes of the team. Wanda and Peter were the only ones you could confide in about your thoughts of Bucky, everyone else on the team seemed to have a hard time keeping things to themselves. You were a small, quiet, and a rather shy person, preferring to listen to other's thoughts instead of giving your own. So when you wished to speak up without any prodding or poking from the rest of the team, it was seen as a huge deal. You knew the moment anyone else found out about your little fascination with the man, it would be the talk of the tower for months.

Wanda quietly laughed to herself as you pushed yourself from the couch, with one last fake look of annoyance thrown at Wanda, you wandered toward the elevator. You hugged your book tightly to your chest, keeping your eyes towards the floor. You swiftly walked by the rest of the team who lounged around the living room. Just as you were passing Bucky and Steve, you lifted your head just slightly so you could steal one last little glance of his face. Steve's back was to you, so no one would notice one more little glance, would they?

As you lifted your eyes from the floor, expecting to see him still caught in conversation with Steve. You were startled when your soft eyes, met his blue orbs. You sucked in a quick breath, your eyes flying right back down to the floor. Your steps becoming quicker as you made your way towards the elevator. You didn't let yourself breathe until the elevator doors had closed, leaving you completely alone.

~~~

"Why are you so interested in him anyway? Isn't he like technically 97 years old?" Wanda chuckled as she laid on your bed flipping through Netflix.

"Hey, he's got a metal arm. I'm in love with him too." Peter commented as he spun in continuous circles in your desk chair.

"I-i am not in love with him!" you argued as you paced around the room. You couldn't get the memory of your eyes meeting his, out of your head. Maybe he'd seen your linger stares or the small whispers and giggles you shared with Wanda whenever he was in the room. What if he had overheard you gushing about him at some point or another. Your mind continued to overthink the encounter, your body not letting you sit still.

"Well, I don't think those are friendly eyes you're staring at him with all the time." Peter looked at you accusingly, as he suddenly brought his spinning to an abrupt stop. He lifted an eyebrow at you, knowing exactly what his question would do to you.

"She's too innocent for that, get your mind out of the gutter you little bug," Wanda commented as she looked from Peter to you.

"I'm not saying I wouldn't fuck him, I mean metal arm," Peter said, pointing at his left arm. Wanda laughed as your cheeks once again heated up as the mention of sex came into the room. You shook your head, grabbing a pillow from your bed first you hit Wanda with it, and then threw it at Peter. All you laughing together at your overworking mind and Peter's all too vulgar mouth.

Peter and Wanda hung around your room for a couple more hours before they both retired to their own for the night. It was about midnight when they had both left, but even with the room empty and dark, you couldn't fall asleep. You tossed and turn for a couple more hours but eventually gave up trying to sleep. With a huff of frustration, you pushed yourself out of bed. As quietly as you could you made your way down to the kitchen, your stomach grumbling for a midnight snack.

You trudged out of the elevator, the kitchen light already on. As you were fully out of the small box, the small sound of the tv hit your ears. As you slowly rounded into the kitchen, you were greeted by the one and only Bucky. He stood there in the kitchen shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers that hung loosely on his hips. You stopped when you saw him, your body freezing. He noticed you just as he was about to shove another cookie into his mouth, stopping while holding the cookie half-way in his still opened mouth.

"Lookin' for a midnight snack?" He asked awkwardly offering you the cookie he was about to eat. Your body was tense, you couldn't find your voice to answer him. You wished so bad to reply to him, to just say the word 'yes'. Bucky noticed your hesitation immediately, a woeful expression covering his face as he remembered what Steve had told him about you.

Something you had failed to realize was the glances that Bucky returned, whenever he felt your eyes on him. He snuck as many admiring looks at you, as you did to him. When he first came to the tower, you were the first one to catch his attention. The team had been rather welcoming to him, maybe excluding Tony a little, but everyone had been pretty nice given Bucky's past actions. But when he saw you, he wanted nothing more than to know everything about you. However, Steve was quick to explain to him that you were very timid and that you would probably need time to get used to him being around the tower before you would engage with him.

"Oh shit... I'm sorry. I can go if you want." He offered suddenly, the worry evident in his voice. Your body slowly began to relax as you realized he seemed slighted scared? You couldn't figure out why he had all of sudden, in a way, became so small in his demeanor.

"N-no it's okay. I'm just not used to running into people at this time at night." You stuttered, but slowly found more of your confidence. You forced your body to walk forward, pulling out one of the stools that sat across the island from Bucky, who stood opposite of you. You plopped yourself down and reached across for the box of cookies that sat in front of Bucky. He was a little surprised by your actions, not realizing your actions were also surprising yourself. Being the gentleman he was though, he pushed the box of treats to the middle of the island so you could reach them a little easier.

Bucky watched as your small hand grasped a random cookie. He observed your hand, how small it was compared to his, how gently you had grabbed the cookie, and how soft it would feel against his hand.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked, trying to make conversation. You simply nodded, not knowing what to say. "Me neither."

"How come?" You questioned quietly, not wanting to pry. You hoped you wouldn't offend him by asking, even if it were a simple question. Bucky again, a little surprised by your voice filling his ears, quickly swallowed what remained of the cookie. "You don't have to answer, I get we all have our reasons."

You retracted your question, knowing you may be asking a personal question. You had heard rumors around the team of the nightmares that Bucky had, the way he screamed in his sleep. His room was on the floor above you, so you had never heard anything, but apparently, Peter had once or twice.

"Can I ask you something?" Bucky blurted out, you softly nodded. Your eyes filled with wonder, what could he possibly want to ask you? "Are you scared of me?"

You looked at Bucky quizically. Were you scared of him? Is that why you could never take your eyes off of him? Why your body always seemed to tense when he walked into a room? Maybe you were scared of him....no. You weren't scared him, you saw through the cold silence that he held himself in. You didn't see the monster that everyone had told you stories about, you felt no danger coming from him. He was one of the few deadliest assassins in the world, but oddly you feared nothing about him.

Staring at him long and hard, you saw nothing to fear. The worst part of what you saw was a broken man. A man who had endured years of pain and suffering, a man who had to fight for not only his memories. You saw a good-hearted, gentle, loving man, who had been forced to do unspeakable things.

"No, should I be?" you questioned sliding another cookie into your mouth. Bucky almost melted at the way you looked at him, you looked so innocent, so fragile. He ached to just hold you in his arms, just to protect you with every ounce of strength he had in his body.

"I've done a lot of bad things doll, I'm not exactly someone that's loved," He snorted, moving his gaze from you to the tv. Your body ran hot as the word 'doll' rolled off his tongue.

"So have I," You retorted with a giggle, bringing the soldier's attention back to you. He looked at you as if telling you to go on. "You can't be all goody-goody when working for S.H.E.I.L.D. I was raised as an agent, used basically as a weapon. Wasn't until Nat and Clint met me that I was shown what a real family was and then I was introduced to everyone else and the story continues." You explained shortly, Bucky simply stared at you not knowing how to explain that he understood you. He understood what you had been through. The two of you continued talking, making your way to the couch, with the box of cookies. The two of you continued to talk, about your lives, you both shared stories you had of Steve, you filled him in on the drama going on with Steve and his non-existent love life. The hours slowly slipped by, but the two of you never noticed.

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on, so you're telling me, you technically died?" You laughed, as you sat on your knees facing him.

"Yeah basically, but it just didn't stick." He chuckled laying his head in his hand. He had his body turned ever so slightly, so he was leaning his right arm on the back of the couch. Both of you continued to talk and laugh before silence slowly overtook the two of you and simply sat watching tv.

You both watched the late-night shows, laughing at the stupid comedy, enjoying each other's presence. The tense feeling that you had seemed to always have around Bucky, seemed to subside. All you felt now were butterflies, you liked being around him. Him just sitting with you seemed to calm your mind, giving you a little peace from your usually wandering mind.

"Hey, Bucky...do you ever feel guilty about the things you've had to do?" You questioned, as sleep began to overtake you. His expression was a little contorted for a minute or two, as you patiently awaited his answer.

He wasn't quite sure how to answer. There were many things he regretted, plenty of things that constantly flooded his consciousness. Though the many things that he regretted were things that had been out of his control, literally. He had been under HYDRA's grip and had no way out. He was not himself.

"I'm basically a 100 years old, I don't have time to feel guilty about things that have already happened. And neither do you, you just gotta learn to let things go." He was set in his answer and proud of it. As he sat next to you, his arm had been dropped over the back of the couch. You had absentmindedly moved closer and closer to him during the night until finally the two of you were shoulder to armpit. His answer had you thinking, you agreed, but you didn't know if you could forgive yourself for the things you'd done. As your mind wandered slightly, you slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep. Your head softly sliding onto Bucky's shoulder, causing a small smile to play at his lips.

~~~

Since that night you had spent talking with Bucky, the two of you had made a habit out of meeting in the middle of the night. You liked to call it your 'midnight snack', both Peter and Wanda immediately finding all the ways to make it into a dirty joke to get under your skin. Every night the two of you would sneak down to the living room, turn whatever late-night show was on, and just talk. Sometimes you talked about what you would do if you weren't an Avenger, what Bucky would have done if he had never gone to war, asked about each other's bucket lists, favorite movies, music tastes, books you've read, thoughts on other team members. The two of you could talk about anything and everything, you never got tired of one another.

The closer the two of you got, the more the team began to notice. Tony didn't like it, Steve thought it was good that Bucky was finally coming out of his shell. With each day, Steve started to see more and more of pre-war Bucky. Most of the team saw it as nothing more than a friendly relationship, shrugging off the fact that you could possibly be harboring a school-girl crush on the man. Bucky had morals, there was no way that he would let your little crush turn into anything more...right?

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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups.

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled."

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him.

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit."

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew."

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked.

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath.

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman."

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?"

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool."

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight.

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve.

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars."

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there."

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew.

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!"

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro.

"I'll explain later."

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?"

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight.

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?"

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead."

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--"

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--"

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame."

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground.

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off.

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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WM: Isolated

TW: discussion of depression, eating problems and anxiety. ALSO COVID-19.

i feel like a lot of my works these days have trigger warnings but tbh ive been feeling down so like, i write what i feel.

It was a very tense time at the tower, everybody was leaping down each others throats and as someone who grew up in an house that was constantly fighting and yelling, you hated it.

It was like being back in high school again, feeling like you were walking on eggshells to avoid the screaming, hiding away.

It didn't help that the virus was the worst in New York.

Thankfully, Wanda and you had your own bedroom away from everyone and you hid out there more than Wanda. Wanda was out cooking all the time and working out, while you stayed in the bedroom with your cat, Soko, and read.

You also had to keep Soko from eating the flames from candles you light. But that's besides the point.

Wanda had come into your bedroom to find you placing your third barnes and noble order for the week, "whatcha doing, amice mea?" Your toes curled in your fuzzy socks at the nickname.

My love, she said in your head. You gave her a look, "get out of my head." You said lovingly.

She smiled, "what're you doing?"

"Oh you know, the usual for quarantine, ordering more books." You moved your laptop on the side of you, Soko immediately curled up on it.

"You should come downstairs." She lured, "you haven't been out of our room in a while."

You shook your head, "not true, I left like, an hour ago."

"To get a snack but it's dinner and you should join us."

"I really don't want to, Wanda." You sighed, curling into your pillow, to say quarantine made your depression worse would be an understatement.

"You need to get out more, you told me your therapist said that you had to stick to a routine." Wanda lovingly kissed your nose, "please?"

Guilt rolled up into a ball in your stomach but still you said, "no, baby, I'll try tomorrow."

She tried not to let her disappointment show as she leaned forward and kissed your forehead, "okay."

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You snuck down to the living room when everyone was asleep with your book, your annotating tabs and a fuzzy blanket.

It was the only time you could be alone, away from the Avengers constant fighting and you could read without Clints annoying comments. You sat on the barstools and began reading.

"You haven't been eating," you'd think that Wanda popping in would scare the shit out of you but after being together for so long, it doesn't freak you out.

You held up your cheese stick in response, and she shook her head, "that's not a meal and you didn't eat dinner."

You sighed as she went to the fridge, "what're you doing?"

"You need to eat," she said, she pulled out a pack of turkey bacon, "and I can't sleep knowing you aren't eating."

Again, that stupid guilt came back, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, I know this is taking...a lot out of you." She said gently as she turned up the heat and placed the pan on the stovetop.

"It's taking a lot out of all of us."

"No, it's not. It's barely affecting any of us, in fact they're all enjoying time off. You've just gotten..."

"Isolated?" You offered.

She looked at you and shrugged, heartbreak in her eyes, "I don't know how to help you. I don't know what's going on inside your head, ironic enough." She sighed, placing the bacon on the pan.

"I lived in a household that yelled a lot, that took it's toll on my mental health. Didn't help that I had been in abusive friendships where people treated me like shit and always yelled at me or belittled me. Just like my family."

"Do any of them belittle you?" She said deadly calm, the only sound was the sizzling bacon.

"No! No. It's just, yelling naturally brings me down. I fall into a depression and then I just.... stop eating."

"Baby, you can't do that."

"I know, I'm trying."

"I know," she plated the bacon and sat on the barstool next to you, she took your hands in hers, "I promise I will get them to stop yelling and I know this is so hard on you but please eat."

"I can't just make this problem go away. I don't want to eat."

"Can you please eat these four slices?" She pushed the plate towards you, "baby steps?" She offered.

You bookmarked your book, grabbed a slice, "baby steps." You agreed.

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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Avengers Infinity War-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 2)

Part 1

I wonder how many people Gamora has killed? What made her finally snap to not serve Thanos anymore?

How DID Gamora find it? Like, who told her?

How did Thanos capture nebula?

Poor nebula. She’s literally been through hell and back.

Ohhhh she snuck on board...

Thanos you suck so much. You favor one daughter over another.

Oh. Where was said map to the soul stone?

Gosh I feel so damn bad for nebula. She was raised as his daughter too but he tortured her and tore her apart. Nebula never had the chance to be her equal. She deserves so much.

Taught groot as an elective? What about all speak?

Buckle up rocket. It’s gonna get emotional.

Thor is literally all alone. He needs a time to sit alone and cry and break a whole building.

Rocket and Thor friends? Please

1500 years old? Jane, honey, you escaped.

Gotta give it up to Hemsworth’s acting chops here. Especially talking to nobody in reality. Just a bunch of cgi

Ew ew ew eye socket

Should have washed that yikes

Snuck it out by hiding it up your? Huh? You watch too many movies rocket.

Huge title card. Thank you. I wouldn’t have known where we were despite them saying their location many times.

How is that video game battery not dead?

Perceptive rabbit

I LOVE that they used a dwarf to play a giant character!!! This is brilliant! (And that dwarves are giant for some reason lol.)

Soooo again Thanos killed everyone EXCEPT Eitri despite his “morality” supposedly being balance

Poor hands

Poor nebula

Smart nebula

Maybe should have waited to be fixed fully first

Ah crap. SOMEONE PICK UP THE SPACE PHONE

MANTIS

Love how Stark asks for peters help in steering and not Stephen lmao

Nice parking job

Peter, stop popping pop culture refs

Lmao ITS ABOUT TO BE THE ICONIC SCENE

YES PLEASE

Blanket of Death. Capey has a new nickname.

Where’s Gamora

Who’s Gamora

Why is Gamora

What master do you serve?

Jesus?

I mean, yea I do. So does Pratt lmaoo.

LMAO PARKER’S FACE WHEN QUILL SAID THOR WASNT HANDSOME

Storm breaker time baby

“In theory it could summon the bifrost” who theorized this? How do you only theorize and not know?

Oh my gosh mantis is just bouncing around

Mr. Clean lmao

Kick names, take ass

Hey now, these guys saved the galaxy and universe from Ego so lmao

Oh no I know the scene coming up

Poor quill lmao

“I’m half human. So the 50% of me that’s stupid, that’s 100% of you.” “Your math is, blowing my mind.” What’s funny is that Quill’s math was actually completely accurate lol

Stephen having a stroke or a seizure? You good homie?

Soooo if Strange looked to the future and so possible outcomes, what does that mean for the TVA? According to them, there’s ONE sacred timeline, so all other branches are erased (which again messes up what smart hulk eventually says in end game. See kids, this is why you don’t mess with time travel in stories. There’s no way to go back in time without creating a time loop). Ehhhhh I’ll let it slide. Just ignore it... sigh... I can’t help it if I’ve studied paradoxes

Hmmmm not good odds I’ve gotta say...

Watch like, outside of the millions of realities that strange saw, there were like a million or billion more he missed where they won with no casualties lol

Hey Red Skull. Long time no see. How did he get here anyways and why?

Yea you’re prepared all right...

Gotta say, Lord Elrond has seen better days

I’m not ready to say good bye to this Gamora. Gamora and Loki and Nat go down as my favorite characters, gotta say. I know that Tony does and it’s sad, but his feels more satisfying because his sacrifice directly results in them winning. Loki is murdered. Gamora is murdered. Nat died just for a stepping stone for the avengers. She has no idea whether or not they will actually win in the end.

I’m hopeful they may bring Nat back like in the comics, red room clone style.

We got back vision, Loki (kinda), variant Gamora, a new captain America, why not Nat? Yea we have a prequel, but gosh I love her so much.

“You must lose that which you love.” Couldn’t that apply to like an object or something? Could I not throw my Nintendo switch over the cliff? Or my dog? (I would hate that just as much as a person, don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious about the rules)

Yea boohoo sad for Thanos... loses his favorite daughter. I don’t care about him. He deserves suffering.

Poor Gamora doesn’t think he’s willing to do it.. GIRL RUN!!!

Thanos deserves all the suffering.

He does love you Gamora... but that love... it’s selfish. It’s blind... Thanos seems to be a chaotic vigilante who is narrowminded, tunnel vision on his goal with no regards of the cost. But he is evil. If there is ever an alternate route to an end that doesn’t result in the loss of innocent lives, and you know that but you willingly choose the once that costs innocent lives, that is an evil decision. Maybe Thanos isn’t evil, but he’s not good. Far from it. He’s obsessed with this idyllic Utopia but he rushes to one method of getting there. Yes, people suffer. It sucks... it’s unfair... it’s horrible. But it is never the right of someone else to dictate whether or not said person would be better off dead. Who lives, who dies. If Thanos truly was neutral and not selfish, he would have thrown his own life into the mix of the potential 50/50 snap. Thanos is not good. He’s not misunderstood. He’s a murderer. A genocidal cult leader. I have no tears for him. Only for those who suffered more at his hands.

Rant over, time to try not to cry about Gamora...

Her face of realization

Gamora run please

Thanos, I hate you. (Great character her, but not a good person)

Poor Gamora

Oh my gosh the emotion here is great but I’ve heard this sound used as a meme on TikTok too many times aghhhh

Gamora!

What a way to die

I’m crying again. I miss her already...

Who the hell designed this place and put the stone here???? Who did this?

Cry Thanos. Suffer. My only comfort here is that you are sad. You deserve suffering. You really do...

The TVA is laughing here and I’m not okay..

Poor Peter Quill... he’s also lost a lot like Thor, but has had the “luck” of not knowing his family too close.

Wakanda babyyyy

No, you don’t want Starbucks, you want Dutch bros

Lmao I love rhodey. Poor Bruce.

BUCKY BUCKY BUCKY

HUG

NO CMON HAVE A LONG HUG

MALE FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO IMPORTANT.

Yea Shuri show em up.

Okay quick pause, I love love LOVE how Shuri is smarter. It’s a powerful moment for females BUT it’s not done in a way that’s condescending to males! It’s not saying women power because men bad, she’s just good! (And she has had access to technology they never could have but I digress). More of this please Hollywood. Don’t let being a female be the power. I don’t want strong female characters, I want strong characters who happen to be female. Ones who hold their own, have faults like anyone else, struggle, have weaknesses and strengths, but are strong without putting down others. Just a comment, just because a woman character may not be as strong as a man character, that is not saying she’s weak. If you’re the second strongest human in the world, you are NOT weak. You’re just not as strong as the strongest human ever, but that’s nothing against you. LET WOMEN STAND ON THEIR OWN MERITS WITHOUT SEX AFFECTING THEM!

Anyways

I love Shuri

I wish they had more time. She definitely could have done it. But stupid Thanos

Ughhhghhg

I know what many scenes are upcoming... with quill and peter and vision and everyone else

Let👏🏻Bucky👏🏻Have👏🏻Peace👏🏻

Thank you Nat!!! I love that Nat is so protective and selfless.

GET THIS MAN A SHIELD

Bucky needs love please. He’s my stand in, manipulated, greasy, long haired, dark and mysterious, stabby boy. (Also I need Bucky and Loki to meet. But let Loki finish his show (and come out of it alive because if he doesn’t I will sue) and be the antihero hero we need. Please. If he doesn’t get reintroduced into the mcu as a hero I will sue.

Thor, sweetie, are you a masochist?

Back to wakanda

Oh no, bad CGI, floating head Bruce banner. I’ll let it slide... sigh....

Can’t like, you just rain bombs on them forever?

JIBARI TRIBE YEA BOYYYYY

Sorry Proxima Midnight, you look like a frog and your name sounds like a middle schooler’s OC.

How nice. Diplomatic meeting.

“Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” Reeeeeeally wish you didn’t say that, T’Challa...

Yay big CGI battle commence! It’s like a really expensive animated cartoon at this point

WAKANDA FOREVER!

Poor Bucky. Forgot this dude doesn’t know much about the modern world.

Ahhhh Kamikazi aliens

I just wanna say that I love that Wakanda still has the artistic culture in their clothing and tradition all the while having badass, super advanced technology.

Why can’t they just rain bombs down the whole fight lol. Rhodey has those super nice bombs, like, do that they he whole time? Please? Why do you not have a barrier around the entire king.

No M’Baku, it’s not the end of wakanda. But half of all life, yea

WAKANDA FOREVER YEAAAAAAA

They should honesty all have nano tech suits like black panther lol. Or iron man suits. Fine maybe the most powerful one with the best quality material for the king, but besides that, yknow.

Wow Steve is hot with a beard.

So much happening at once. Thor, Wakanda, Vormir, Knowhere, am I missing anything?

Okay, but what IS the full force of a star? Like in Newton’s or something? Juls? Is it heat?

What’s this metal? How does it fare with vibranium?

Get off your wooden butt, groot.

“He needs the axe” are you Thor, the god of axes?

Soooo, I thought Thor didn’t NEED the hammer, it just helped him concentrate his powers or act as a conduit. Is that retconned already?

Cmon groot, put down your game. Soooo, is Groot worthy? He technically lifted it. Or is it a technicality because it wasn’t fully finished yet?

Cmon bucky, use that fancy arm of yours.

Wow they’re getting destroyed.

They need wanda to help.

BADASS ENTRANCE BABYYYY

How did Thor know to come to wakanda?

Floaty head Bruce

“BRING ME THANOS!”

Ahhhhhahahaha yeaaaaaa

Cry Thanos. Do it. I hate you.

Much more of a purple grape nutsack.

Oh gosh... I know what Peter Quill is going to do. I still don’t hate him.

“With all six stone I would simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist.” Orrrr, now hear me out, I know I sound like a broken record now but... MAYBE DOUBLE THE RESOURCES INSTEAD?? That’s not mercy. That’s not up to you to decide whether or not someone’s better off dead.

Smoosh

Yea quill has experience with the power stone

AIM FOR THE HEAD

Cmon it’s basic zombie tactics

I love peter quill lmao

Go capey!!!

Magic with a kick!

Poor Peter

CAPEY NOOOOOO

Wow he’s OP

Ouch quill just got majorly clotheslined

NEBULA

“Where’s Gamora?” 😭😭😭 SHE CARES AGHHHH

Restrain him! Work it mantis!!!

Why even remove the gauntlet, just slit his throat... kill him....

Quill no... stop being cocky...

Oh no

Quill please don’t

JUST SLIT THANOS’ THROAT

Quill please....

Poor quill. Just lost the person who really really loved him

Okay, I still love star lord. Idc what others think. He reacted realistically. If you hate peter quill for how he reacted, you better also hate Tony Stark for how he reacted to bucky when he learned bucky killed his parents despite knowing for a fact that bucky was brainwashed. Yes it was annoying... yes they were so close, but quill is so human here. I don’t hate him. He gets too much hate for acting like any normal person would have. Distraught, grief filled, he lost his love. Someone who helped him open up and finally move on from his mother’s death and fathers villainy.

Spider man saving mantis gives me life

How did that power stone blast not kill them?

Clearly Thanos has played Majora’s Mask. At least he has good taste.

So close vision.... but I know... I know what happens.

YES BUCKY AND ROCKET GUN CIRCLE.

Lmao give rocket Bucky’s old arm.

“I am Groot.” “I am Steve Rogers.” Comedy gold

Cmon Thor, go after the big one first.

Cmon wanda, save them. We need some scarlet witch magic up here to stop these

Okay that was so cool. AND THEN SHE USED THE BLADES

Oh no but now Shuri is alone

So close yet so far.... Dangit... vision was almost good

Ouch. Bonk to the head

YEA BLACK WIDOW

BADASS TIME

AND OKOYE!!

LETS GOOOOOOO

BADASS WOMEN

Ouch poor vision

Cmon Thor back up vision

Please

Hulk is in his feels

Cmon hulk grow up

Ooooh smart move banner

Aaaaand he’s gone

Giant blade look oit

Corvus, screw off.

YEA STEVE

WHERE IS THOR WHEN YOU NEED HIM

CMON NAT

Oh dang. Nice one wanda. But also, sheesh. Helluva way to go. But no big.

Yea vision. Stabby time.

Now vision and Steve, kiss.

Spider man saving everyone’s lives.

YEA STRANGE

Where was this in New York???

MULTIPLYING

WHY DIDNT YOU DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

Oh no

Well then... ouch. Soooo where’s the real stone???

Hey look Tony, you have a fan.

Okay I’m just pissed odd they didn’t just kill Thanos when they had him subdued. Like, worry about the glove AFTER he’s not longer a threat

Oof

Tony is taking a beating

HE WAS STABBED

WHAT

I don’t want your respect Thanos. That’s an insult.

They will remember him. They will remember him Thanos. When he kills you.

DOCTOR STRANGE WHAT?

You really doing this??? I guess he knows what needs to unfold for them to win... dang. I wouldn’t trust him tho.

Peter Quill in berserker mode

Where’d he go?

Name dropping the second movie

Strange knows everything about to go down. Who dies, who lives, what Thanos is about to do... he’s accepting his soon dusted demise because Stark needs to live...

AIM FOR THE HEAD UGHHHHH

Stop teleporting. That’s Loki’s gimmick.

KILL THIS RAISIN LOOKING NUTSACK UGH

Homie way too OP

Poor wanda and Vis...

HER LIP TREMBLE

PHENOMENAL ACTING

SAY I LOVE YOU

I JUST FEEL YOU

AGGHHHH IM CRYING AGAIN

Poor wanda. To have to kill her love... this.. this is a sacrifice Thanos... not your murder....

Wow Steve is holding back Thanos with pure brute

WANDA IS SO STRONG

HOLDING BACK THANOS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BREAKING THE MIND STONE

I LOVE YOU

AGHHHHHHHHH

And I know what happens next...

Poor wanda

Piss off thanos you understand nothing

You lost more than she could know? Bull crap. You are causing everyone to lose...

Cruel reality. Wanda has to see him die twice. RIP Vision

RIP half of all life...

AIM FOR THE DAMN HEAD

IF THOR KILLED HIM THEY COULD HAVE USED THE GAUNTLET TO BRING EVERYONE BACK TO LIFE. USED THE TIME STONE TO REVIVE THEM ALL.

How did that not kill Thanos tho. It may not have been a head shot but still.

Lil Gamora

What is this place?

Is this the soul realm?

Thanos, I hope you suffer forever. You deserve all the pain...

Rest In Peace: Vision, Loki, Bucky, T’Challa, Groot, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Mantis, Drax, Peter Quill, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker (I don’t feel so good), and everyone else...

Thank you Nebula.

Thanos, you do NOT deserve to retire peacefully—wipe that smile off of your face

Oop, Rest In Peace Maria Hill and Nick Fury too... Motherfu— (so close Sammy boy...)

Yea Thanos you didn’t really think that through. Much more than half will died since other people rely on other peoples lives

Good thing he hit that button last minute huh? I wonder how captain marvel would fare in the TVA? are her powers considered magic? I mean, she clearly doesn’t know everything since she only just learned about Thanos (which is funny because she was supposedly traversing the universe to protect people)

Welp... onto movie two!

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crewhonk · 5 years

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Don’t Call Me Angel

AN: I meant for this to be sexy but then I thought about it more and now its..... sad. this also isn't edited so like, sorry about that

Trigger Warnings: allusion to sexual assault (multiple occasions), PTSD, touch sensitivity, prostitution, exploitation of minorities for profit

Songs: “It’s Nice to Have a Friend”-- Taylor Swift / “Don’t Call Me Angel”-- Ariana Grande, Lana Del Rey, Miley Cyrus / “Work”-- Charlotte Day Wilson / “Bad Dreams-- Piano Version”- Faouzia

CURRENT SERIES

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You’d never expected your first mission for the Avengers would be such an intense one. The images on the screen in front of you sent a chill down your spine, and a fire rise in your heart. To say that what you were going to be headed into was a disgusting, immoral thing would be the biggest understatement in the world.

The pictures both on the screen and in the file folder in front of you on the briefing table made your blood run too-cold and too-hot at the same time. It was a prostitution ring, but not one that you would usually imagine a prostitution ring to be. You’d gotten tips from those in the pictures which told you that the women and men in the pictures were anything from happy.

Mutants of every shape, colour, size, gender, and sexuality were in front of you. Some, covered in fur— pupils shaped like a cats or a goats as they made eye contact with the camera and wore a devious smile of nothing but sharp teeth. The heady lights of the strip club they were paraded at was dark enough to hide the accounts of bruising and broken bones. There were shape shifters, and elementals, and those who could warp minds and material and it broke your heart knowing that they were likely being exploited.

You were the only one fitted for the mission. Wanda was out with Strange in Tibet currently, Bruce Banner was too well known, Nebula wouldn’t have qualified and frankly, Rocket was less than suitable for playing the submissive naive role.

You however, were trained for this— two semesters at Julliard before being inducted with SHIELD and working directly with a revived Natasha Romanoff gave you that.

The wings sprouting from your back didn’t hurt either.

You’d been born with them and then ultimately rejected to live with Charlie at XSGY, and were raised by him and Storm. You’d grown up alongside Jean Grey and Scott Summers and thankfully, they had turned out to be the only family you ever really wanted.

Then, you had joined the Avengers— a tight knit team who had saved the world from the largest threat in the universe and had opened the doors to new recruits. You had felt the need to spread your wings (pun intended) after 22 years of living at the School and had scored the interview. It wasn’t long until you were living in the compound on the top floor with the majority of the team— you’d trained with Natasha and Wanda, practiced flying and air combat with Rhodey and Sam and sat across the couch from Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

Eventually, however, Steve had left your weekly movie nights with poor excuses every time. ‘Natasha and I need to head tot he lab— Bruce needs us’, or ‘I’m volunteering at the Humane Society (yes, at 8pm)’, or your favourite ‘yeah— I adopted a dog. Her name is Cap’. Bucky and You had watched him make excuse after excuse until he had just stopped showing up altogether.

What followed was an instance of one too many times falling asleep on him. One too many times of reaching for the popcorn at the same time. One too many times that he would wrap his arm around your shoulders and brush your wings with his fingers and make you moan against him before pulling away with a hot blush on your cheeks. When he had found out that your wings were the most sensitive part of your body, he had taken advantage of it— Steve commented every time he would flirt with you how much the old Bucky was coming back— touching them as he passed you in the kitchen, tugging the tips of your white feathers when you were in training and catching you off guard.

You eren’t all that subtle with your actions either. You’d steal his knives from his holsters during training— stepping too close to him and sneaking your hand over his hip and down his thigh before stealing his favourite knife (Rebecca) and throwing it dead centre over his shoulder and into the simulated target. You’d make his coffee in the morning and fan him with your wings after a particularly gruelling training session with Sam or Nat.

The instances of you and Bucky flirting had come to a head one night— no special night in particular— but you had been baking cookies in the kitchen late at night and he had joined you (‘Why’re you up, Buck?’ ‘Nightmare.’ ‘Wanna talk about it?’ ‘Nah, I just want a cookie.’), taken a handful of cookies and had kissed you gently goodnight.

His lips had been soft on yours— nothing like the hairy bull of assassin in front of you. His calloused hands were gentle on the side of your neck and waist, and his tongue had barely teased your bottom lip before he pulled away, backed up with the cookies in hand and a small smile on his face, raised the cookies in salute and turned to leave the kitchen.

The following days had been full of talks in the dark of the kitchen— trying to figure out grounds and rules and limits for a relationship until you’d figured everything out and showed up to the family Sunday breakfast holding hands and blushing furiously. There were no hollers of joy, Steve was the only one to say ‘I’m happy for you’, but their relationship was obviously received well due to everyones knowing and satisfied smirks.

That had been six months ago, and now it was time for you to become a real Avenger and have your first mission.

You walked into your room where you knew Bucky would be curled up in the middle of your nest and took off your leggings, leaving your sweater on and climbing into the bed with him. He hummed, just waking up from his nap and opened his arms, sighing dreamily when his fingers found their place deep in your feathers. You shivered against him and threw a leg and a wing over him and pulled him closer.

“How was the meeting?” He mumbled and you let out a long breath.

“I leave tomorrow for three months.” You stated and his head lifted, looking at you through squinted incredulous eyes.

“For your first mission?” He grumbled and you shrugged.

“It’s a crime against mutants, and Wanda isn’t available.” You said and ran your hands through his long hair.

“Someone needs to do something, Buck. The way these girls are being treated should never be allowed in the first place.” You mumbled and Bucky propped himself on his elbows and towered over you.

“Girls? YN what are you getting yourself into?” He asked lowly and you sucked in a breath.

“You know I can’t tell you, Buck.” You whispered and his face tightened.

“Is it what I think it is?”

“Probably.” You replied and his head fell into the crook of your neck and moaned.

“I don’t like it but you’re much more stubborn and brave than me and Steve were at your age. I know you’ll kill it.” He sniffed and you cooed at him, pulling him on top of you and wrapping both wings around him, hiding him from the world for your own selfish reasons.

“I love you. Have I told you that today?” You whispered and he snuck his arms under your back and nuzzled your breastbone.

“Only this morning when I gave you your coffee.” He joked and you giggled.

“Well, I love you. I love you always, James.”

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That had been three months ago— your last truly happy memory you could remember. The mission had been worse than the briefings and therapy sessions had prepared you for. Your wings had grown sparse with stress and abuse, and your thin hands shook as they glued dollar store feathers into the sparse areas. Your show was up in an hour, and your wings had to be beautiful but this— gluing fake feathers onto yourself— felt dirty and shameful. You had lost about fifty pounds in three months— the Ringleader (he never showed his face or said his real name) was sure to have all his girls as small and dainty as possible so they would be easier to control by the men who paid for your services. Less of a fight if there was less calories in you.

“You missed a spot. Hand me a feather, please.” A small voice piped up from behind you. You lowered your wing to reveal your closest friend here. She was nothing more than 5’1— small, petite stature, but the reason she was such a main showgirl was the tiger fur covering her body. She had normal human hands, but her fingernails were made to be pointed to better represent claws. Her tail had been broken by the Ringmaster in many places so it had a handful of cricks alone the meter long appendage. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen— sparkling gold (jaded by years of this place) and impossibly black slits down the centre. You were always nervous when those same eyes landed on her, but one night when Ringmaster had rewarded them with the highest quality narcotics, you had giggled mercilessly over how much the slits had dilated.

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning back to the mirror and beginning to brush on concealer over the cut on her jaw.

“You’re nervous.” Sasha whispered and you let your shoulders drop. “Why?”

“There’s something I should have told you the second you took me under your wing— no stop laughing— but I’ll have to tell you after tonight.” You sniffed and winced when the bristles of your brush caught the edges of the newly formed scab.

“Why can’t you tell me now?” Sasha asked and just as you were about to respond, there was a ‘places’ call for you— the finale.

“I promise. After tonight, no more secrets.” You tried to smile reassuringly as you rose to your feet. Your platform stilettos made it so that you were at least a foot taller than Sasha and you wrapped your arms around her neck in a tight embrace. “I’ll come back for you.”

Tonight was it— you had finally gathered enough evidence about who the Ringmaster was and evidence of the abuse that went on with his girls. Bucky and Sam and Steve and Nat and Tony were here and your hands shook as you asked towards the curtains and waited for the Ringmaster to announce you. It wasn’t long until he did.

“Now, please allow me to introduce to you my gem. My life and love and my favourite prize. My favourite treasure that I share with you when the sun sets. Please welcome, My Angel!”

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Bucky hated everything about this situation. He hated the smoke in the air fo the bar. He hated the cracked fake leather fo the couches. He hated the dirty stained curtains that covered the walls. He hated seeing girls parading around in nothing but their mutations as men and women alike slammed them down on there laps and had their way with them right there. He hated how he could see bruises, and ribs and hipbones and limps in some of the dancers. He hated the man’s voice who announced every dancer as /his/ as if these victims were a collection.

He hated most that you were last. He hated that you were /his/ angel. He hated how much his breath left his lungs as the heavy curtains were pulled back to reveal someone who looked like you.

You’d lost a lot of weight very quickly— it showed in your face and hips. You’d very obviously had your nose broken— and he knew better than the drunk patrons that the places on your cheekbone, jaw and lip were heaviest— likely due to the abuse you’d endured. He knew you were too young for this but he had never been one to tell you how to do something.

He wish he had chains you to your bed until you forgot about doing this.

You began to walk under the lights on you, leaving you exposed in nothing but a silk robe, kneepads, impossibly high heels and likely a lingerie set. You eyed the pole as if it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen and grabbed it, stroking it as if it were the prettiest cock in the world while making eye contact with some sweaty overweight man in the front row. He, in kind, threw what looked like a hundred dollar billet you and you winked, reaching under the hem of your robe and tucking it into your bra.

You dropped and bounced while the pole remain between your legend smirked, undoing the fabric belt holding your robe closed and pulled it open, revealing a deep red lingerie set that matched your kneepads and heels and a sudden explosion of money landed on the stage. You threw your head back and laughed, spinning on your knees and backing your ass against the pole began to twerk.

“Bucky—“ Sam tried, but it was too late. The tumbler in his hand had already exploded and Bucky found it suddenly very hard as a man in a business suit slapped the stage excitedly. You crawled towards him on your hands and knees and raised your wings wide and proud and the crowd lost their mind.

“I can’t fucking watch this anymore.” Bucky snarled into the comms and he could hear Steve huff.

“Buck— we corresponded with her last night. She has a plan. In the folds of the curtains on the stage there’s a pistol. When the Ringmaster comes down and closes the night she’ll shoot him in the knees and we’ll take it from there. Stay calm. She’s stronger than she looks.” Steve warned cautiously and Steve could feel his heart break for his best friend. He never did like seeing Natasha sell her femininity to complete a mission, and he voiced it multiple times as the two would get ready for bed together.

“She’s doing… really well, Ice.” Tony tried and Bucky cut him off with a snarl as you leaned forward and kissed the Business Man who gave you a large wad of cash. You smirked and shouldered your robe off, pushing it into his hands and winking. The man fell back into the chair as if dazed.

You stood again, hands squeezing your breasts as you flapped your wings and flew to the top of the pole. There was a pause, and then a red bra falling from the roof followed by you who slid down the pole head first and breasts bared. Your wings flapped cautiously as your head almost touched the stage, but you’d clenched your thighs in time, stopping in time. Your nipples were hard due to the anxiety and chill of the room but a raging monster which had ignited in Bucky’s whole body roared loudly. No. This was something only /he/ should be able to see— that was /his/ best girl. You put your hands on the ground and let one leg fall down, slipping it past the floor and landing in the splits where you once against began to twerk towards the edge of the stage. You rolled over onto your butt and lay back, lifting her legs in the air and shimmying your underwear over your thighs and calves and leaving your body wholly exposed for the crowd. You rolled over and faced leaned against the pole, spreading your legs and exposing your sex as you flung the underwear right into someone wearing a ‘Bride to Be!’ Sash’s face.

He had to give her credit, you did know how to work a crowd.

You were crawling through cash— writhing for the crowd and shaking your body for anyone with a dime in their wallets for who knows how long. Bucky had stopped watching, tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about the pain you had endured these past three months— without him or any of the team you called family.

Eventually the music stopped, and the crowd stood, applauding and yelling nasty things they would like to do to you. You stood, and pranced over to the man who had walked on stage. His face was covered by a balaclava and your wings flapped nervously as his placed a hand on your ass and pulled you to his side. He grabbed your face roughly and slammed his lips onto your own and your wings went stiff— the same way they did when you were about to cry or when you were in an emotional low.

His mouth dipped down to harshly bite your nipple and you tend your head away from the crowd as they screamed happily. His free hand not holding a microphone cupped your sex eagerly and Bucky saw red when the Ringmaster dipped to fingers into your cunt, pulling them out and sucking them into his mouth.

“You did just as well as you taste, Angel.” He crooned into the microphone and you didn’t make eye contact as you turned towards the stage entrance, hand landing on the curtain as you looked back over the crowd. As if it were natural, your eyes landed on him and Bucky could see your chin wobble and a deeply relieved smile spread across your face.

“Doors are locked, and the feds are waiting. Whenever YN is ready.” Tony informed and Bucky stalked towards the stage with Sam beside him. Before he could hop on the stage, you had turned around, closed one eye and pointed the guns hat had appeared in your hands at the back of the Ringmasters knees, shooting both of them out. Bucky couldn’t hear the screams, then because you had broken character, dropping the gun and running downt he stage to your man.

You jumped off the stage and into his arms and Bucky nodded at Sam who threw a shock blanket over your wings and shoulders. Bucky curled his arms around your waist and pulled you close, nosing your neck and holding you as you sobbed— great heaving sounds that shook him to his core.

“I’m here, Princess. I’m here. Always and forever, baby.” He crooned, continuing to whisper sweet nothings as you buried yourself in him and he watched as the Feds and MPD arrest anyone and everyone they could get their hands on.

Justice had never been a greater relief than having his girl in his arms and the man who had tortured her for three months being slammed into he stage and handcuffed. No punishment would be enough, but the seventeen life sentences he had been told about seemed good enough.

“I love you.” You cried and he held you closer, his head breaking over how tiny you’d become and over the state of your wings. He could see the fake feathers, now and how small the muscles at the base fo them had become. He pulled back and held your cheeks in his welcomingly hot hands and your glistening eyes looked at him.

“I love you, YN. I love you so much.” He pressed his lips to your gently, and you flinched lightly before warming up to him again. You had had to remind yourself that this huge, hulking man would never lay a finger on you. You were safe. You were safe with Bucky.

“I’m not— I can’t do much more than kissing for a long time, I think.” You said, sniffling and he pulled you closer, tucking you under his arm as you toed off your heels and slipped them into he sandals Steve had brought you.

“You were brilliant, YN. Not up there— well, yeah up there but that’s not what I mean, you know? I meant that you did something amazing doing this.” Steve had fumbled and you rolled your eyes and laughed slightly.

“Nice to see you too, Steve.” Steve had shown himself out when Bucky glared particularly hard at him nd you turned back to Bucky.

“I have a request.” You asked and Bucky nodded immediately.

“Anything.”

“I have a friend who needs a home.”

“Done.”

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It had been a week since the team returned from Miami. A week since Ringmaster— Victor Doom— had been arrested. A week since the Avengers welcomed their new teammate, Sasha.

A week since Bucky had seen you.

You’d shut yourself in your room as soon as the med bay had ceased you. You didn’t attend the debriefings— you’d sent in all of your files by e-mail, and had left voice memos on the parts which were unclear. Your voice was empty and soft and nothing like the boisterous, outspoken woman you had been before you had left.

Sasha had found Bucky in the gym late at night and she had perched herself on the bench by his things until he had beat the shit out of several leather punching bags. He turned and saw the feline woman waiting and sighed, trudging over to her and sitting on the bench next to her. He thanked Sasha for the ice water bottle she handed him and hunched over, holdings head in his hands.

“Why is this happening?” He whispered and she sighed.

“You want the real truth or the fluffy truth?” She replied and Bucky looked over at her, resting his cheek in his hand and asking for the first option.

“He treated her the worst. In the three months he’d known her, he totally attached himself to her. She was forced to sleep in his room, and she was the finale every night. She was his prized possession. I have a theory since she has those beautiful white wings he thought she was an angel of some sort— and if you had an angel under your foot it made you a God. Ringma— Victor was drunk on that power. She needs time, and she needs to relearn that men aren’t going to hurt her.” She shrugged and he rubbed his wet eyes with his fists.

“I should have never let her go on that mission.” He whimpered and her hand was warm as it rested on his forearm.

“I also know she was the strongest. Out of all fo us she was the strongest, and the bravest and the kindest. Whenever he would want one of us she was there with her gentle hands and her smile and she was there. I think that’s what she needs. Is someone to just show her kindness with no alterior motive.” Sasha mumbled and he stood, looking down at her. She handed him his bag and offered a small smile which showed her tiny fangs.

“Thank you, Sasha. I’m happy you’re here.” He said and the fur on her arms rose. Bucky nodded at her and she smiled at her hands as he left her to go to his girl. His beautiful girl who needed him.

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The room was dark when he opened the door. The black out curtains and windows were shut and there were no lights on— even the alarm clock on your bedside table had been unplugged. Bucky wasn’t even sure if you knew what day it was as he crawled on the bed towards you, hand falling on your shoulder as he turned on the soft warm light on your headboard.

You jumped when you felt his touch, wings flapping up and launching you instinctually across the room. Your eyes, usually warm in colour had turned an ice white, and your stance was immediately offensive. You looked wild and it broke Bucky’s heart.

He kneeled on the bed and held his hands open non-threateningly, slowly walking towards you.

“YN, It’s me, James Buchanan Barnes. It’s September 22nd, 2024 and we’re in Northern New York. Your best friend is Natasha Romanoff and you’re safe here.” He said immediately, making his chest rumble as he spoke to make his voice sound rounder and warmer. Your wings unruffled slightly and lowered until his hands touched yours and you shoved him away from yourself, launching him back onto the bed. He had forgotten how truly powerful you were— you were always gentle with him.

“Your favourite colour is yellow. Not the primary colour version, but a warmer version of it— like a dark sunflower. Your favourite movie is the Zookeepers Wife because you love Jessica Chastain and because it’s genuinely an amazing movie. Your favourite music is pop, but you pretend to be cool and say alternative music. You love leg day at the gym but you hate arm and ab day.” He tried again, shaking himself off and walking back towards you. This time, he was able to touch your arms, and brush back your hair from your face. Eventually, your irises came back, and you blinked up at him as if you hadn’t known you were in the defensive.

“YN?” He whispered and you shook your head, swaying and falling into his arms, wings limp behind you. He picked you up easily and put you on the bed.

“What— why’re you in here? I locked the door and I’m not really in the mood—“

“You need someone, YN. You’re not alone and you’re safe. I’m not going to touch you anymore unless you want it, but you need help and I’m here for you.” He whispered and you sucked in a big breath, laying back down and turning your back on him.

“I don’t need help.” Your voice was small and unsure and Bucky nodded. Instead of leaving, he walked to the window and pushed the curtains open slightly so he could unlatch the windows and push them open. He closed them again and turned to the mess of the floor, beginning to clean it up. He took a washcloth from your bathroom and wiped the dust off of the flat surfaces of your room and lit a candle— your favourite— so the room could smell better than it was right now.

“You do.” He said finally, and he was unsure if you were awake to hear him. “You do, and I’m not going anywhere. You got me until you don’t want me anymore, baby.” He said, opening the door and leaving once more. He wasn’t sure you had heard him until he got three feet from the door and heard one, heaving sob from your room followed by silence.

God, he hoped you’d want him until the end of time.

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The plates of food were hot in Bucky’s hands as he toed open your door. It was a quick recipe that his ma had taught him (the only dish he’d remembered— even back then), and just so happened to be one of your favourite meals.

“YN?” He called, noticing that your sheets were rumbled and empty. The curtains were still closed, but the window had remained open and the light had remained on from when he’d visited early int he morning- or late last night.

There was no response but Bucky put the dishes on your desk and noticed the the light from under the bathroom door was peeking through. He walked across the room and knocked, calling your name once more. When he was greeted with a small cry and a sound of frustration, Bucky’s mind went to the darkest place and he slammed the door open, expecting to see the worst.

Instead, he saw you facing the mirror, a garbage bag half full fo broken or dead feathers. He’d frightened you again, but insured of becoming defensive like you had last night, your eyes spilled over with tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in and call. I’m sorry, please.” You begged and Bucky’s heart went to his throat.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, baby. I thought you were hurting yourself so I got scared. I’m sorry I scared you” He whispered and YN’s chin wobbled as she nodded.

“Do you— do you need help?” He asked you, noticing that the place where feather met flesh was left untouched. You’d never been able to reach that part of your wings, and always had himself or Natasha help you.

“What?” You asked, looking at him through the mirror.

“Do you need help? Preening, I mean?” He asked again and you breathed in a large breath and nodded, watching as he slowly moved towards you, making his movements obvious as to not frighten you. “I’m gonna touch your wings now, okay?”

You nodded and sniffed and his fingers found their favourite place in your feathers. He picked out the soft downy feathers that had turned brown, and then moved to the larger feathers, apologizing profusely when it hurt or he pulled too slowly. It was another half hour before he finished, and he ran his fingers in the direction the feathers naturally fell.

“Can I kiss your shoulder?” He whispered, looking at you through the mirror. Your wings twitched and he swore the tips of your ears got darker.

“Yes.” You breathed and he didn’t break eye contact as he dipped his head and placed his lips on your shoulder, holding them there for a few seconds before kissing it again quickly and rising to his full height.

“Want to shower and I’ll set dinner up? We can watch something on Netflix— we don’t even need to touch or talk if you don’t want to.” He said, fingers on your wings again, making you shiver.

Your bottom lip trembled and you nodded slowly, turning to him and placing your hands on his chest. You flattened the wrinkles in his t-shirt and didn’t look into his eyes as he kissed your forehead and turned to go.

“Call em if you need me, babe.” He said softly and he turned back to look at you, averting his eyes quickly as you began to pull off your clothes despite him seeing it all before numerous times.

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So, Bucky waited quietyl, listening for you to call him but he waited and waited until you came out fo the bathroom forty minutes later with your hair sleek and clean (for the first time since you’d left) and skin shaved and scrubbed raw. Your skin as pink from irritation fo your exfoliator and cloths and scrubs and heat rashes patterned your body due to the boiling water you’d used.

“You okay?” Bucky asked, voice quiet and gruff. You looked at him and seemingly remembered he was there. You hugged your robe closer and he looked at his hands to give you the privacy you’d had taken away from you in Miami.

“I— I will be. Maybe one day. I’m sorry I took too long, I needed to get /him/ off of me.” She replied, shifting her feet. She moved to her dresser and pulled out the softest clothes she could find, pulling them on and slowly moving toward her bed to sit two feet away from Bucky.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. I— you shouldn’t have to feel you need to hang around. You deserve someone good.” You said and he looked at you sharply, making your gaze fall quickly to your shaking hands. His hand moved to cradle your chin and lift your gaze to his own. His eyes were warm and soft and nothing like the men you’d encountered in that god forsaken club.

“Hey, you hung around me when I had my nightmares. You told me I was more than my trauma and more than the things I’d done. I’m here for you who you are now. Not who you were before.” He murmured and your eyes filled with tears.

“But I’m— I had to do /things/ with other men. What if im all used up, or broken or something.” You cried and he scooted closer, petting your cheek.

“I love you for who you are now. That’s the broken and the dark and the light.” He reaffirmed.

“But what if I never want to have sex again? What if I can’t do that for you?” You whispered. The very thought of intercourse right now made you want to vomit for years.

“Then I don’t want it. I don’t want sex if you don’t want it. I only ver want to be with you for the rest of my life, YN.” He continued and you sobbed, hands falling to your hands and shaking with grief and relief. You believed him— it was hard not to when he spoke to you like that or when he looked at you like that.

“Do you want me to straighten out your feathers so they don’t dry wonky?” He asked and you felt yourself blush involuntarily. You wings flapped lightly and Bucky’s hair moved in their wind.

“You’ll— you’ll stop if I ask you to?”

“Immediately. In a heartbeat.”

“Promise?” You asked. You’d been promised men would stop before— they never did.

“Pinky swear.” He held out his pinky and you smiled softly, wrapping your own pinky around his. If Bucky Barnes followed any rule in the world it would be never breaking a pinky promise. He pulled your hand to his lips and they were warm and soft against your knuckles. His gaze made your cheeks flush pleasantly, and maybe, you would be okay one day.

Pushing back the anxiety in your heart and chanting mantras of affirmations in your head that Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, that Bucky loved you, that Bucky would be here for some time you sat still as he crawled onto his knees on the bed behind you and began tugging your feathers gently. You fell into a half-dazed state— the feeling of someone you knew you could trust combing through the most sensitive part fo your body was something you truly missed. You missed the gentle intimacy that came with good men, and you were grateful you had managed to fall in love with the best one of them all.

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SAFE WITH ME...

Warnings: Violence, swearing

Pairing: Beginning of Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a fire based mutant who is still figuring out their powers and Natasha tries to help them.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This is my first fic and I suck at summaries, I’m sorry. I will probably be continuing this au so the nerdiness will make more sense later.

They were supposed to be backup. In-case of emergency, is what they were told. If that was true, why were they there in the middle of a fight, outnumbered, with no help? They could only guess. Who knew how many HYDRA agents there were lurking about. Y/N looked down and started to focus on their hands, urging sparks to form and turn into wispy flames. The orange strands that tangled around their hands were slowly growing larger, hotter. Y/N thrust their hands out toward two HYDRA agents, flames shot against them, causing them to fall back with the flames attached to their vests. Desperately, pointlessly, they tried to smother the flames before the smoke could smother them. Y/N ran up to another agent, kneed him in the chest, and put their burning hands on his face, which caused a scream and the guard to collapse. The last HYDRA man took them a bit by surprise, he snuck up behind them and pressed a blade to their throat. Y/N gasped as the cold metal met their overheated skin. Y/N brought their hands up to the hand holding the knife. They burned him enough to let go, but not enough to deter him from attacking again. The man was large, not as big as Thor, but still, large enough to intimidate the smaller Y/N. They began to focus again, letting their fire grow over their arms, spread across their torso and into their hair. They charged the man currently gathering his wits. He quickly grabbed his knife and started slashing in Y/N’s general direction. They swung for his legs, making the man stumble and swing his arm down hard onto Y/N. His knife landed in their shoulder, Y/N shrieked in surprise and pain. The man grabbed the knife and started to swing again, when a bullet pierced his back and he fell to the ground.

Natasha lowered her gun and walked over to Y/N quickly; their flames flickered and died out. Y/N quickly discarded their jacket, the breeze cool on their hot skin. Having only gotten their powers six months or so ago, their body was not used to the strain.

“Your flames were getting pretty big,” Natasha said looking them over. “Almost like the warning beacons of Gondor.” Natasha added, small knowing smirk attached to her lips. Y/N looked at her quizzically. Their face breaking into a grin and a small chuckle forced its way out.

“I cannot believe that THE Black Widow just said that.” Y/N bit their lip to stifle another laugh. Natasha rolled her eyes and tried to hide a shy smile. “Who knew that Natasha Romanoff was a nerd?” They playfully nudged Nat’s shoulder, their hand lingered on her arm.

“I’m more than meets the eye,” Nat winked at Y/N, acutely aware of their hand. “But if you tell anyone, you know what I’ll do.”

Y/N sighed, “I’m fine. Just need to cool down a little bit.” Natasha nodded and looked around, checking the surroundings to make sure that they were clear.

“Steve, Update?” Natasha spoke into her comms, waiting for an answer she turned back to Y/N who was hunched over, hands on their knees and breathing harder than normal. Natasha put her hand on their back and rubbed gently. Their posture stiffened for a brief second after Nat put her hand down, but relaxed quickly, almost melting into the touch.

“Taking heavy fire in the southwest corner; Tony and Peter are inside securing the intel,” Steve responded. Natasha nodded and took her hand off Y/N’s back.

“You good?” She asked them, checking their position again; making sure nobody was sneaking up on them. They nodded and stood up, grabbed their jacket and pulled it back on. “We’re on our way,” Natasha replied to Steve, and grabbed her gun from her holster. Y/N and she ran to Steve, Wanda and Clint’s positions. They were truly overrun with enemies. Hydra agents everywhere. The team was trying their best to hold them off and stop them from gaining access to the building, but they were quickly losing. Clint’s arrows were flying and there were very few left. Wanda was tired; it could be seen in her body language, hands slower than normal, red tendrils of energy slow and lagging. Y/N understood why, there were too many of them for those three to take on by themselves but, they all liked a challenge. Y/N grabbed their own gun from the holster on their thigh. They quickly aimed and shot a man directly behind Wanda. She gasped and waved a silent ‘thank you,’ before continuing her own assault.

Y/N unloaded their gun rather quickly, too many people, too few bullets, and unlike the rest of the gun toting gang, they didn't carry five extra magazines. They dropped their gun and clocked the guy charging them, knocking him out cold.

Once again, Y/N focused and let the bright orange flames lick at their skin, the heat and intensity strengthening. They shot flames from their fingertips, taking care to not catch their team in the cross-fire. They smirked and continued their work. Most of the agents are taken care of, Y/N let the flames dissipate once again. This time, they’re on the ground, eyes closed; trying to keep their mind off the dull pain radiating through their chest. Y/N put their head down on their knees and wrapped their arms around their legs. Natasha approached and sat next to them, and put her arm around their shoulders. Y/N flinched slightly as Nat’s arm made contact with their sensitive skin. Natasha noticed it but decided against speaking. They leaned slightly into Nat’s comforting touch. She had taken Y/N under her wing, so to speak, when the new recruit showed up with Maria, just over four months ago. Y/N only had her powers about two months longer than that, having escaped a HYDRA facility much like the one that they were at, not that most of the team knew. In fact only the original Avengers were privy to that information. Fury deemed it unnecessary that the lower ranking members know, for now at least. Natasha was the one training Y/N, being the most skilled in hand to hand combat, also providing an excuse for both of them to be together.

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THREE MONTHS EARLIER

The compound was quiet, everyone was either on a mission or at their own homes. Y/N was alone for the first time since becoming an Avenger a month prior. Y/N shuffled around the large living quarters, and made their way to the kitchen to grab some food before training in the fireproof room that Tony had made for them. They had decided against getting dressed up to train, instead opting for their sleep shorts with little ducks printed onto the fabric and an old ratty band tee, clothes they wouldn’t mind if they got burned. Once they made it to the kitchen, they grabbed a granola bar and headed down the stairs to the training floor and into the specialized room. They grabbed some of the mannequins and set them in different positions, to practice their aim. They sat down and ate their small breakfast, thoughts swirling around their head. Thoughts about their past, their new team, but mostly of Natasha. She was the first one to try to include Y/N in group activities, be it movie night, or group training. Natasha had taken Y/N in, showing them kindness, but Y/N hoped there was something else there too. They noticed her lingering touches, her eyes drifting down to Y/N’s lips when they talked, they noticed the subtle things that they thought that Natasha might not have even noticed herself doing. Y/N tried to think of something different, every time their mind wandered back to Natasha, her hands on their shoulder, and back, and everywhere. They thought about Natasha’s smile, how it made them feel when it was directed at them, the warmth that overtook them, so similar yet so different to their powers. Y/N shook their head, and hoped the thoughts would get pushed aside as their head moved. Y/N looked down at their hands, they tried to focus and draw a flame, to no avail, their mind kept veering back to the redhead that gained their affection. Y/N tried like this for a while before they sighed, leaned against the wall and slid down into a sitting position. A soft knocking sound came from the door, which startled Y/N, they looked toward the source of the noise. Natasha stood there, eyebrows raised in a questioning expression, a small smirk on her plump lips.

“Having trouble?” Nat asked, walking over to them. They nodded and stood back up, frowning slightly. “Something distracting you?” She asked taking their hands in hers, her eyes never breaking their gaze.

“Yeah, you!” Y/N screamed internally to themself. They just shrug, and look away, eye contact too intense. Natasha looked down, her eyes catching sight of Y/N’s ridiculous shorts. She started to laugh. An expression of confusion flashed over Y/N’s face. “What?” They asked aloud, Nat just pointed to their shorts.

“Do you want some help?” She asked, ceasing her laughter. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“How?” Instead of responding Natasha walked behind them. She wrapped her arms around them, holding onto their arms. Her chest pressed against their back, their eyes widened and hoped that Nat can't see the blush making its way up their neck.

“Breathe in, one……two……three……” She whispered into their ear. Y/N’s heart was beating out of their chest when she moved her hand to their sternum and waist.They were keenly aware of Nat’s hot breath on the back of their neck, and the rise and fall of her chest against their back. They could barely pull themselves together enough to follow her suggestion. “Out three……two……one…… Continue like that.”

“O-Okay,” Y/N’s voice came out jagged and breathless, they internally cursed themselves. The feeling of Nat surrounding them was intense. They tried, their breath sharp.

“Close your eyes, visualize the feeling of your powers,” They complied, the feeling of Natasha so similar to the feeling of the flames, same heat, same energy, same warmth. Things were definitely different, but having Nat there brought their attention to the similarities. They used the feeling of her right there to try again. A small spark appeared in their hand, soon it spread to cover their palm. They both opened their eyes, they smiled to each other.

“Thanks Natasha,” Y/N murmured. Natasha just nodded and let them go. She backed up and left the room, not uttering another word. Her own heartbeat hammered in her chest.

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“Don't think I’ve forgotten about the whole Lord of the Rings thing. We have stuff to talk about,” Y/N said cheekily, opening their eyes and unfolding their limbs. Natasha just rolled her eyes and shoved them playfully, standing up, she extended her hand to them pulling them up with her. They dusted off their suits, Y/N watched Natasha, eyes quickly flitted away when Nat looked up at them.

“Uh huh, I’m sure we do,” Natasha replied, walking toward the other Avengers to regroup and wait for the other two to return. Y/N stood still for a moment before catching up with the group. They couldn’t help but think about Natasha’s arm around them. It felt good, almost loving, despite the sensitivity of their skin. Y/N sighed and leaned against the building, watching around for any sign of trouble or their teammates.

After a while Tony came through the comms telling every one to be on alert, more men coming and that they were on their way out. Hot on the heels of that short warning was a flood of HYDRA agents. They swarmed around the badly armed team, everyone started to fight. Y/N, the newest to the team, also had the least amount of training. Which is why they were intended to be back up, not a regular team member quite yet. Y/N was weak, not just because they’ve been fighting for what felt like hours, but because their powers took a lot of energy. Y/N knew fire was the only way to help the team at this point. Their punches didn’t connect and they had been knocked down several times already.

One last time Y/N started to focus, but as soon as they saw those wisps of red and orange they knew they had fucked up. Their powers as well as draining them, had the potential to hurt them, and that is what happened. Instead of the calming warmth that radiated from them before, a raging heat clawed at their skin and burrowed down their body. Y/N’s team needed them but the pain was already blinding, black spots dotted their vision and they collapsed on the grass screaming in pain.They felt their skin burning and blistering, hands red and raw. Their body felt as if it were boiling them alive. It was agony. The only slight relief was that when they went down, their flames shot out and took several agents with them. On the ground Y/N was shaking and the flames were growing stronger. Natasha knew what happened as soon as she heard the scream. She was the only person who bothered to read their file, or talk to them about the “gifts,” as HYDRA called them, bestowed upon them. She knew that this would happen if they overworked themself, but the team needed backup and Y/N insisted on coming with them. Natasha took down another agent and ran toward the burning Y/N.

“Y/N! Y/N focus on me!” She yelled over their convulsing form. Y/N looked up, tears streaking down their face, blurring their already spotty vision. “I need you to focus on my voice and match your breathing to mine.” Natasha spoke in hope of calming them down enough to make the flames disappear. They watched Natasha breathe for a moment before slowly matching her rhythm, the flames gradually lost their height and intensity until all that was left was a bright red Y/N, their sobs wracking their body. Natasha leaned in and wrapped her arms around them, trying to comfort them. Y/N shrieked at the light contact, their body covered in burns. Natasha quickly released them and looked over Y/N, trying to find any place she could lay a comforting touch.

Tony and Peter ran out of the building not stopping to help take down the rest of the agents.

“Come on! We got it! Lets go!” Peter spoke. Wanda and Clint ran after them, and Steve ran over to Y/N and picked them up, despite their protests. The pain only made worse with the pressure of Steve’s arm on their back. The Quinjet was ready to take off as soon as they got on board. Steve set Y/N down in one of the seats and Natasha sat next to them. Steve stepped away to talk to Tony after securing the belt around Y/N.

Y/N leaned backward, hands splayed out on their knees, the slight pressure on their body almost intolerable. Natasha sat sideways in her seat, eyes trained on Y/N’s slightly pain contorted face. She reached up and tucked some loose strands of Y/N’s hair behind their ear, gently she ran her fingers through their Y/H/C locks. Y/N closed their eyes and sighed, they grabbed Natasha’s free hand. Their hand wrapped around Natasha’s, they held on lightly. Natasha released a small smile as Y/N started to drift off.

Y/N woke several hours later in the medbay. Bandages covered their arms, hands, and their full torso. They looked around the pristine white room and spied the redheaded assassin curled up in an uncomfortable looking chair. They smiled and closed their eyes again and tried to reposition themselves. The movement sent shooting pains through their body and they gasped and groaned. The full force of their injuries hitting them. Natasha bolted upright and stood next to them. She put her hand on their cheek and bent down to look them in the eyes.

“It’s alright, I’m here. You’re safe, you’re with me,” Natasha whispered and lightly stroked Y/N’s cheek. Y/N looked up, a small half smile played at the corner of their lips as they sighed. Natasha called for the doctor, once they had checked them out and cleared out of the room, Natasha pulled her chair over next to the bed. She sat down and held Y/N’s hand lightly. A comfortable silence fell over the room, the only noise was from their breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the machines that Y/N was connected to.

“Talk about those beacons, right?” Y/N croaked out with a secretive smile. Natasha chuckled, shook her head, and rubbed the back of their hand.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 23

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Word Count: 1,575ish

Summary: The other royals arrive for the ball. The ball gets started.

The Princess refused to leave her room the next day, though many of them truly tried. And those who were allowed in her room, weren’t allowed to ask questions and Y/N didn’t look at them. She mostly stared out the window, hoping that Loki had gotten her letter and that he was hurrying.

When her parents and her brother had arrived, she didn’t even go out to great them.

“Where’s my daughter, Steven?” King Anthony asked, looking around after having shaken the other King’s hand.

“We should probably go inside and talk about that Tony,” Steven responded.

“What did you do?”

The royals quickly entered the castle and went straight to the King’s office, for privacy. There, Steven explained about how Y/N didn’t take Tony’s request for a ball well and how she immediately thought that Tony was using this to announce their engagement.

“She’s overreacting,” Tony swatted his hand. “After the announcement is official tomorrow night, she’ll be fine.”

“So she was right?” Steven questioned. “You are planning to announce the my engagement to your daughter, even though nothing of the sort has happened. You have ruined my chances with her, Tony! She believes that I had something to do with this too!”

“I’ll just go up there and explain everything. Y/N will be mad, but she’ll forgive me.”

“She may not forgive you this time, Tony,” the Queen spoke up. “You’ve messed up, largely, over the past months. Y/N might be over willing to forgive you.”

“She won’t let you in anyway,” Steven said. “She’s only let a few servants in today and she hasn’t left all day.” He sighed, falling into his seat and putting his head in his hands. “You’ve ruined this, Tony. I was making progress. She was willingly opening up to me.”

“I’ll go talk to her,” King Anthony stated, heading to the door.

“No, you won’t,” Queen Virginia stopped him. “We might lose her for good if you try anything. And I’m not willing to do that.”

“I’ll go,” Peter spoke up. He hated this whole thing, but he knew that he would have the most luck with Y/N.

“Peter,” Virginia gave him a small smile, “You don’t have to. This is not your problem to fix. This is your Father’s, but we need to give her time. She’ll come out, she always does.”

The day of the ball rolled around, and Y/N still hadn’t left her room. The royal families of Wakanda and Asgard arrived in the early afternoon, and were all disappointed when Y/N wasn’t there to greet them. T’Challa immediately pulled King Steven aside and questioned him as Loki snuck off to see if he could talk to Y/N. It wasn’t hard for him to find the Princess’ room. Wanda opened it after he knocked.

“Your Highness,” Wanda bowed, “I’m afraid the Princess is unwilling to see anyone until the ball tonight.”

“Please tell the Princess who it is,” Loki said. “She may change her mind.”

“One sec,” Wanda replied, closing the door but not all the way. It didn’t take very long for Wanda to exit the room, leaving the door open. “She’s waiting for you.”

Loki thanked Wanda before slipping into the room, shutting the door behind him. Quickly, Y/N threw herself at Loki.

“Oh, Loki,” she cried. “I missed you so much.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair, wrapping his arms around her. “I missed you too, love,” he said, softly. “I heard that you haven’t left your room in a few days. Are you okay?”

“No!” She pulled away and began pacing. “They’re going to announce my engagement to the King of Brooklyn tonight! I never even agreed to such anything. How is any of this okay?!”

“None of this is okay. But we’re going to do something about it, okay?” When Y/N didn’t respond and continued pacing, Loki stood in front of her and grabbed her arms. “We’re going to fix this. We’re going to be together.”

“Okay,” she whispered before kissing him. The kiss didn’t last long due to Wanda coming back into the room.

“Oh!” Wanda exclaimed. “I’m sorry Your Highness. But it is time to get ready for tonight.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Wanda,” Y/N said. “Can you give us a few minutes?”

“Of course,” she curtsied before hurrying back out of the room.

Y/N turned back to give Loki her full attention. “What’s the plan?”

“Tonight, right before the announcement, we’ll sneak out,” Loki replied. “I have everything ready for our leave.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Okay.”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest. “We’ll get to be together after tonight. Nothing will ever separate us again, Princess.”

Y/N took her time getting ready. She was not excited to see King Steven or her family, and the later it got, the more nervous she got to leave with Loki. She knew that she loved him, she was just questioning if this was the right idea. Wanda helped her slip into a big, blue gown that she had brought. If she was leaving, the Princess wanted to go out with a bang.

And, as always, she was the very last to arrive. The ball had started about an hour and a half before she made an entrance. Her Father was about to come get her when her name was announced and she entered the ball room. The Princess took her time, greeting everyone else, before going to her family and King Steven.

“My daughter,” King Anthony grinned, pulling her in for a hug. Y/n patted her Father’s back a few times before pulling away. “You look lovely this evening.”

“Thank you,” the Princess gave a nod before moving to hug her Mother and brother.

“I’m so sorry,” her Mother whispered as they hugged. “I told him that it wasn’t smart. But he didn’t listen. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Y/N responded.

Peter quickly pulled her away to dance before she could say hello, and before King Steven could have his turn.

“I didn’t know what he was planning on doing until we were on our way over,” Peter started. “Or, I promise Y/N, I would have warned you.”

“I believe you, Peter,” she sent him a soft smile.

“King Steven didn��t know either, I swear. I was in the room when it was brought up upon our arrival. He wasn’t happy with Father.”

Y/N looked passed Peter as they danced, seeing Steven look at her with longing. “He really didn’t know?”

“He didn’t. He was mad at Father for ruining his chances with you. I’m seeing the way he’s looking at you and I’ve heard him talk about you, he loves you Y/N. He really wants to try.”

“Peter, you don’t—“

“I don’t understand, I know. My life is no where near as controlled as yours. But, Y/N, he really does want to make you happy.”

Y/N sighed and went to look at the King again but he was no where to be seen. Before she could voice that to Peter, she felt another hand on her back.

“May I borrow the Princess for a dance?” Loki’s voice rang over her shoulder.

“Of course,” Peter replied, moving in to leave a kiss on his sister’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered back. “No matter what happens, always remember that.”

A confused, yet worried, expression formed on Peter’s face as Loki pulled Y/N away for a dance. Y/N’s heart grew heavy, knowing that that moment was probably the last she’d have with her brother. Loki pulled her close to him as she tried to fight back tears.

“Don’t worry, love,” Loki whispered. “It’s almost time. We’re almost away from these fools.”

“I’m just nervous.”

“Are you rethinking our plan?”

“No… well, maybe… I don’t know if I can leave my brother behind.”

“Don’t you want us to be together?” Y/N looked into Loki’s eyes. “We can’t be together without leaving.”

“I know… I… Can I have a moment?” Y/N pulled away. “I just need a minute to think.”

Y/N rushed off to the balcony, finding a hiding spot where she could look upon the water. A few tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn’t care to wipe them. The Princess was torn. She lightly chuckled to herself. Y/N had always wanted to have more freedom, more choice, and here it was, right in front of her. But she was torn.

“Your Highness,” a voice called. She turned to see one of Brooklyn’s guards coming towards her. “The King wished that I give this to you.” The guard held out a folded paper.

“Thank you,” the Princess said, taking it from the guard.

The guard bowed and rushed off. Y/N slowly opened the note.

Meet me by the dock. ~ S

Y/N sighed and bit her lip. She looked towards the ball room, then back towards the beach. She could go into the ball room, find Loki, and tell him that it was time to go. Or, she could go to the dock and meet the King. Y/N could go and hear him out, give him a chance. It was time to make a choice.

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tchalla-rogers · 5 years

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Charlie’s Angels

Part 7. Sokovia

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previous parts: part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

next parts: part 8.

author’s note: not sure if my translations are correct oops

Steve tried his best to calm you down with Fury and Tony’s news about Claire. On the Quinjet, your leg continuously bounced up and down. Steve sat next to you and rested his hand on your leg to make sure you knew he was by your side. Salia stood at the front, hand resting over her mouth nervously. She sucked her lips into a pressed line trying to busy herself.

It had you wondering just how Claire managed to get taken by HYDRA without Salia or you knowing. Even though you’ve been annoyed by her stubbornness, she would always be your best friend. Hell, you three have been friends since freshman year of college. Whatever was happening now would never stop that.

Sam explained to you the nitty-gritty of why Claire being taken by HYDRA was a lot worse than it sounded. You already knew that the Avengers were always after HYDRA, but you didn’t know Bucky’s story fully. It would eat you up inside if that ended up happening to Claire.

Steve would talk with you the entire ride on the Quinjet, trying his best to get your mind off of what would happen once you landed. You both talked lowly and he made you feel relaxed. Tony was still ignoring your presence on the Quinjet. The only time you saw him look at you, was when you finally had gotten suited up and made it on the Quinjet. He seemed as though he wanted to say something to you but he closed his mouth and brushed past you to the controls.

“Hey, it’s fine.” Steve rubbed at your back as you covered your face with your hands and groaned. Everything seemed so much easier when you were taking down billionaire thieves with your two best friends. “I’ll be by your side through it all.”

You shook your head and stared up at Steve who looked at you with the most caring eyes. “I wish I could go back to a few months ago,” you mumbled and watched as he sat up straighter.

“You mean when you were killing people and had your name on a bunch of hit lists,” Steve asked and rested his hand on his leg.

“At least I didn’t have any knowledge about fucking HYDRA.” You looked over at Steve who couldn’t seem to understand how these were any different.

“And now you have more people who are by your side. You couldn’t trade that for anything,” Steve said and clasped his hands together. “I used to think that all of the time when I wanted to have a simple life. Go live a life where I could be with the girl I wanted for so long and drop my shield, giving up Captain America. But, then that all stopped.”

Your head rose and you realized he was looking at you the entire time. “What made you stop wanting to live the life you deserve?”

The look on Steve’s face was one that was hard to read for you. He was trying to hide it but it was also too evident for you not to notice it. He smiled lightly and couldn’t help but to look away from your watching eyes. “You.”

The Quinjet landed before you had time to fully process what he just said. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as the words left his mouth and when you landed, he stood up. He went right over to his shield, grabbing the gun for you that was next to his. When he tossed it to you, you caught it instantly even though you were out of it. That was news that you probably shouldn’t have been told right before a mission.

“Alright, Avengers. We’ll split off to cover more ground,” Tony eyed each and every one of you, speaking with authority. He stated who would be working together and you realized you wouldn’t be with Steve. The both of you made eye contact and Steve was the first to speak up.

“I would like to be with Y/N.” Steve gripped onto his shield tightly and Tony sighed.

“Yeah, and I’m not changing it around.” Tony glared at Steve and tried to not get angry over the simplest things. “Y/N is with me, Natasha, and Bucky. That’s final.” You didn’t notice Steve looking over at your worried eyes. You were able to work with other people but the entire Quinjet ride, Steve was reminding you that he would be by your side the entire mission. And now that wasn’t happening. “Steve, Sam, Salia, and Wanda, you’ll work on shutting down the power and taking out any of the guards. Work together as a team. We’ll be figuring out where Claire is and getting her the hell out of there.”

Everyone nodded and walked out of the Quinjet, feeling Steve’s eyes on your back. Snow fell all around you and the sound of crunching snow had filled your ears from everyone walking. None of you talked as you made it to the compound, feeling the pressure of the mission on your shoulders.

Before you broke off, you felt Steve’s hand brush past yours and he looked back at you. You grinned sadly and continued walking with the group Tony assigned you to. Nat was trying to make small talk and Bucky seemed nervous to even be there. Tony couldn’t stop looking your way every few seconds, even though you weren’t even looking at him. Your mind was somewhere else or maybe you just were avoiding him as much as he was avoiding you.

Eventually, you all made it to the base where Claire supposedly was. The feeling in the air was tense and you held onto your gun tightly. You all moved quickly, making sure each room and area was clear when you stepped into it. Nothing was heard on the comms as you all tried to remain silent.

The sound of voices had everyone looking down the dimly lit hall that you all stood in. You walked and kept your steps quiet, but your breathing felt heavy. Bucky was sweating even though it was freezing. He was visibly anxious enough to not pay attention to his gun that ended up slamming into the wall loudly. Everyone looked at Bucky, whose eyes widened from the noise.

Words that you couldn’t translate were heard down the hallway and moving shadows decorated the walls. “How are y’all doing in there?” Sam asked.

“Getting ready for battle,” Nat stated and readied her stance.

“Nice. We’re in the same predicament.” You heard rustling on the other end and Sam sighed, annoyed and out of breath at the situation they were in. “Have fun.”

Tony groaned and his suit covered his face when the first agent made its way into the hallway. He screamed something and Natasha ran at him first, legs on fire. You noticed a second one coming up behind him, arms up in the air with a gun in his hands. You teleported to him, kicking the gun from his hands. He looked shocked from how quickly you made it to him and jumped back. You smirked and kicked him in his chest, watching him fly back into the wall, crumpling to the ground.

Bucky was firing rounds at all of the new agents making their way into the hallway, shouting getting louder. Tony was blasting a few of them, throwing them here and there as their bodies fell to the floor. One of the HYDRA agents snuck his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your neck. You grabbed one of his arms, biting into it and he yelped. He still held tightly with one arm, in which you felt fire heat up on your hands. The fire singed his uniform and burned his skin and he screamed from the pain. When he finally let you go, you turned around and slammed his head into the concrete wall.

“Y/N, duck!” Tony yelled and you heard him clearly. It took you a second to drop to the floor as he blasted an agent who was most likely trying to take you down without you noticing. The body thudding to the ground had you grin at Tony. The fighting continued and you made it to the room they all managed to come out of.

One lone agent was in the room, trembling and mumbling some things in Sokovian. Bucky’s lips were pressed into a hard line and he stepped forward. Nat grabbed his arm and he nodded, reassuring her it would be fine.

“Где она?” (Where is she?) Bucky asked and stepped towards the agent one more time. The agent stepped back, grabbing at the gun on the table next to her.

The agent chuckled and held the gun up even higher. “Я не предам свою команду.” (I will not betray my team.) She spit at Bucky’s shoes and didn’t even take a second before turning her aim towards you. “Убирайся отсюда, или я убью ее!” (Get out of here or I will kill her!”

Bucky stepped back but held his gun up quickly at the HYDRA agent. He seemed ready to shoot her before she had a chance to even press the trigger.

“Не делай то, о чем ты пожалеешь.” (Don’t do something that you’ll regret.)

“Единственное, о чем я бы пожалел, это не убить всех вас.” (The only thing that I’d regret is not killing all of you.) She sputtered and didn’t falter in continuing her aim. Bucky looked over at you and this gave the agent enough time to switch her aim to Bucky, pulling the trigger. He let out a yelp, falling to the ground. “Bucky!” you yelled and your anger took over your body. You thrashed your hand out, watching fire cover the agent who just shot Bucky. She screamed and fell to the ground. The three of you carried Bucky out of the room and dragged him to the hallway.

“Bucky’s down,” Natasha stated on the comms. Your hand automatically went to inspect his wound and you realized the bullet hadn’t exited his body. He winced his pain when your hand brushed his wound and you sighed.

“This might hurt.” Bucky looked at you with trusting eyes and you felt a hand on your shoulder. When you looked up, Tony looked at you and nodded. Your hand rested where Bucky was shot, trying your hardest to do what you’ve never done before. You closed your eyes, trying to heal his body enough to get the bullet that was lodged deep inside of him. Your mind was burning and it was taking all of the strength out of you.

Tony’s hand clasped onto your shoulder when he noticed you tiring out and your hands trembling. Bucky was trying his hardest to keep his groans in, but the pain was too much for him to handle. It didn’t take long for the bullet to make its way out of his wound and you plucked it and tossed it. Your hands were trembling and your mind was foggy. “Hey, take a break,” Tony whispered and held your hands. “You can’t do everything at once.”

You sighed and stared at Bucky who already looked better than before. Natasha ripped the pants off an agent and wrapped around his wound to keep the pressure. Tony grinned at you and helped you stand up, even though you were wobbling.

“Looks like we switched jobs. We took down most of the agents,” Tony said through the comms. “Anyone spotted Claire?”

Static filled your ears and then Steve’s voice came through. “She’s not in good shape. We’re headed back to the Quinjet.” Worry instantly filled you and Tony reassured you that it would be okay. He didn’t believe that there was much that they could do in a short time. And if they could, hopefully, it wouldn’t be as much damage as Bucky had endured.

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