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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Drawn Together 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You admire the tattoo through the plastic film. It’s so vibrant and red. The outline is beautiful and precise. You worried it would be less than with all your fidgeting but the hours of sitting paid off wonderfully.

You set your feet flat as Sam tosses his gloves and gathers up his tools. You fix the flat pleats of your straight cut skirt and smooth your white blouse. Plain and simple and neat. Just how everything in your life is. Well, except your tattoo.

You’re almost giddy. You feel so… edgy. You know you’re not but you’re going to enjoy the idea.

Your excitement is short lived as a heat settles over you. Like a shell you can’t see. You latch onto your wrist, holding your arms in front of you meekly as you peek across the shop. That man, Steve, he’s watching you again. You’re not sure he ever stopped as you kept your eyes on your round-toed flats for most of the time.

He smiles. The expression deepens the lines in his face and adds definition to his bearded jaw. His blue eyes sparkle deviously as you shy away. That’s the kind of boy, well, man, your mother would warn you about. Fifteen years ago and today.

You follow Sam to the counter and stir out your wallet from your black purse. You count out the rest of the fee in cash and hand it over. He explains the after care as he checks your count.

“Once you see blood under that film, you should take it off. Don’t keep it on longer than six hours. Don’t wrap it after and try to wear light clothing.”

“First ink?” The man interrupts, causing you to visibly flinch. Sam looks over your head and you hesitate to answer.

“Um, yes,” you turn your head only slightly and raise your voice so he can hear over the buzz.

“Can’t see it from here. What is it?”

“Steve, mind your business,” Sam retorts as he closes the till, “sorry about that. He’s always been too nosy for his own good.”

“You don’t gotta apologise for me,” Steve calls back, “I’m curious, is all. Sweetheart, if I disturbed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you bend your ankle nervously and try to muster a smile at Sam, “thanks, I really like it. I love it. The colour is so good.”

“Appreciate it. As long as you're happy, I’m happy,” he grins, “here, take this.” He takes out a small booklet, “it’s everything you need to know about aftercare. Keep it clean, don’t touch it.”

“Oh, great,” you accept it, “that’s wonderful.” You tuck it into your purse, “thanks again. I’ll, er, I’ll go.”

“Have a good day,” Sam responds smoothly, a much needs balance for your awkwardness.

You turn and head for the door. You hear a low growl and peer back as you push through. Nat lifts her gun and punches Steve’s arm as he leans to keep an eye on you.

“Would you sit fucking still?” She hisses as he snickers in amusement.

You escape his gaze and the shop swiftly. That went a lot better than you thought. You only wish he hadn’t been there. Watching. A scary man like him, tattoos and all.

Well, you’ll never have another reason to go back to the shop or see that man. You had your dose of rebellion.

🎹

You resist the urge to scratch your ankle. You have discipline. An overbearing degree of discipline. Hammered so deep that you’re left hewn in rigid stone.

The rules. You’ve always been good at following those. It’s the one talent you have.

Aside from the piano.

You set up for the day, your ritual the same as every other. You change the water in the vase and place the long stems inside. The lilies are starting to wilt but they look good enough. You put them on the window sill, a soft breeze flowing in and fluttering the curtains.

You quickly brush a feather duster around the apartment, searching for any spec of dust. You’re gentle at the piano, the old boxy instrument is finely tuned despite its worn varnish. The bench is in a better state as you recently had it reupholstered.

You kick the corner of the carpet down as it folded over with an errant step and you pause to check out the tattoo. It’s so cool. Or cool to you. It’s probably lame to everyone else.

You imagine the rolling eyes and low whispers. Not really the tattoo type…

The boring type. That’s what you are. You live in your corner of the world and you keep to it. You don’t impinge, you don’t intrude, you are a very mindful person. Of others as much as yourself.

You fold the dusters and hang it in the closet from the hook on the inside of the door. You shut it, the hinges squeaking slightly. The walkup was inherited along with the piano. Both belonged to your grandfather. The same man who taught you how to play.

You breathe out as you run your fingertips along the belt of your dress. Some would say it’s out of style, you say it’s vintage. Nothing too flashy. Forest green with cap sleeves.

It’s always a bit nerve wracking to take on a new student. Amanda moved away and so the vacancy needs to be filled. You keep to a particular capacity. Both to maintain your sanity and your finances. Too many and you won’t be an effective teacher, too few and you won’t be able to afford the keys to practice.

It’s not too difficult. Usually their parents walk them in, talk a little bit, and go. Some of them stay after a few lessons to hear their children’s progress. You offer them tea if they do and some shortbread cookies; your grandmother’s secret recipe.

You pace as you check your watch, a slender golden chain attached to an oval face. You tap the glass with your fingernail and sigh. Two minutes.

You twirl and repeat your steps across the rug, just across the top of the stairs. You pull down your lip anxiously but correct the impatient habit quickly. Don’t fidget so much. Stop picking at yourself. Your mother’s voice lives in your head.

You circle around and straighten the framed embroidery above the antique side table. You lean back on your heel and consider it. Still a bit off. You work at getting it perfect, your obsession pierced by the doorbell.

You recoil and go to the top of the stairs. You look down and see a silhouette on the other side of the half-moon pane set into the thick walnut door. You glide your hand down the banister as you descend and steady yourself at the bottom.

You set your shoulders and smile. You’ve done this so many times before. Why are you so unsure? When have you ever been sure? Oh gosh, what if they see your tattoo? What if they think you’re trouble?

You grasp the curled handle and twist it. You pull the door open and your cheek twitches in surprise as you face the unexpectedly familiar face. You blink long and hard. You don’t believe it. It can’t be him. You must be dreaming. That must be why this whole day has felt so surreal.

“Hi,” Steve’s deep tone washes over you like a tide.

“Um, hello,” you look to the right, then the left, then at him. He’s alone. It’s just him. Why is he here?

You can’t be mistaken. You see the tattoos peeking out at the ends of his jacket sleeves along his knuckles. His newest addition shows through the white fabric of his plain cotton tee. It’s definitely the same man. How could you forget those eyes?

“I’m here for piano lessons? This is the right unit, right?”

“Piano? I– yeah, I teach but, er…” you reach to rub your neck and his gaze follows the gesture before returning to your face. He watches you intently, just like at the shop. “I usually teach–”

“Beginners,” he smirks, “yeah, I know I’m a bit old but I always wanted to learn.”

“Well, of course, um, anyone can learn but I…” you try not to show your confusion.

It’s not his age. You’ve taught adults before. No, it’s that he’s even there. This can’t be a coincidence, can it? Or maybe he doesn’t even remember you.

“So, you healing up?”

“What?”

“The tattoo.”

“Oh, uh,” you look down at your feet, “sure. It’s… alright.”

“I’m dying to scratch mine,” he chuckles, “which is why I need something to keep my hands busy.”

“Yes, I mean, okay,” you grip the door tightly.

“All cards on the table, I heard you in the shop say you taught piano,” he confesses, “I looked you up. I’m sorry. I hope that’s not weird.”

You let out a long breath. It is weird but he is being honest. He doesn’t seem like he’s up to anything. And anyone can get a tattoo, even you. So maybe he isn’t too bad. And maybe you need the cheque.

“You’re late,” you say, “usually I ask my students to be ten minutes early.”

“Got it,” he nods, “promise, it won’t happen again.”

“Put your shoes on the mat,” you back up and open the door, “since we’re already behind, I won’t have time for the tea.”

“Maybe next time,” he breaks the threshold as he peers around at the entryway, “nice place.”

“It is,” you say, “the piano is upstairs.”

You spin on your heel and scurry up the steps. You cling to the railing to keep yourself on your feet. Now that he’s inside, you’re even less sure about this.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #au #drawn together #tattoo au #marvel #mcu #captain america #natasha romanov #sam wilson

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Tattoo (B.B)

Warning(s); dom!Brucey<3,,illusions to smut (no actual smut),Fluff!,counting rule (you’ll see)

Pairing(s); Bruce Banner X Girlfriend! Reader!

Summary; You got a tattoo without Bruce knowing.

A/n; I haven’t written anything for Bruce yet, this was originally an idea for Sam/Bucky but I think it turned out cute for brucey bruce!<3

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This whole thing started a few months ago, after your date night with Bruce you were talking about nonsense really, arguing about who was better at mathematics. It was definitely him. You passed a tattoo shop promoting couple tattoos.

“Hey, would you ever get a tattoo?” You asked and Bruce chuckled “uh, I don’t know. Not sure how I’d react to the pain” you nodded “why do you ask?” You shrugged “just curious I guess”

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Curiosity got the best of you a few nights ago after one to many drinks with Nat you ended up in that same tattoo place. You vaguely remember the conversation with the person who did the tattoo. You woke up the next morning with not only your head but your hip hurting as well. When you looked in the mirror you gasped seeing Bruce’s name etched permanently into your skin in black ink.

“Oh god” you groaned, Bruce always said tattoos like that were stupid. ‘Why put their name on you? It could always end, what do you do then?’ You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed. This was it, your relationship was gonna end and you were gonna have evident proof of your ex on you.

You managed to keep the tattoo covered or hidden up until today, you were hanging out in the lab with Tony and Bruce. Really you were just distracting your boyfriend from his work, he was too busy admiring you to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, stop distracting my helper, out you go” he pressed his hands on your hips to shove you towards the door and you winced as the tattoo was still slightly fresh, the swelling still there. They both looked at you and Tony pulled his hands away from your body. “What was that about?” Bruce asked eyebrow raising “nothing, just a little sore after my work out, I’ll just go” you said rather quickly turning on your heel to walk out.

“Babydoll.” Bruce called in his warning tone and you froze “turn around, bring your ass back over here, now.” He demanded and you turned around “really, I have plans with Wan, I should-” “do not make me come get you, one.” You chewed on your lips hearing the first number “Two…” he said eyes glaring “babydoll you know what happens at 3,don’t think just because Tony’s here I won’t do it” that had you moving quickly walking back over to the pair of them.

“You work out on fridays, it’s Tuesday. Spill” you waved your hands “really I’m just sore that’s all, maybe a warm bath will help” you said smiling innocently at him. Nat walked into the lab “hey, that Tattoo shop called apparently you left your rings-” Bruce’s eyes shot to nat and then back to you “I’ll come back” she said quickly leaving the room.

“A tattoo??” Bruce questioned and you smiled nervously “maybe…” your voice went higher then normal and Bruce shook his head. “Show me.” You shook your head “really, you’ll think it’s stupid Bruce, I-I was drunk I-” “I said show me babydoll, what’s with this attitude?” Bruce huffed switching the hand his pen was in and using his hand to pull up your shirt.

Bruce stared at the black ink that spelt his name for a minute before he slowly dropped your shirt back down. He was quiet, just staring at the spot that was not covered by your shirt. “You good? Tony asked and Bruce glanced at him nodding “yeah, great” bruce said eyes finally pulling up to meet yours.

“Excuse us Tony.” Bruce grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the lab and into the first empty hallway he found. You felt the wind almost knocked from your lungs as he pushed you against the wall. “Bruce, I’m sorry I know you don’t like it I’ll try to get it removed, it just needs to heel first-” your rambling was stopped my just lips on yours.

He kissed you with feral passion his lips hungrily pressing against yours as his tongue dominated yours. His hands dug into your upper waist making sure to stay away from your hips. Bruce pinned you to the wall with his own waiting your hands tangling into his hair as he finally pulled away from your lips just long enough for you to breathe before his lips were back on you. The routine continued for what felt like hours but it was only about 15 minutes

“You aren’t removing it.” He said once he finally broke from your lips one of his hands leaving your waist to grip your chin. “Do I make myself clear?” You nodded,dazed. “That’s my good girl,now go wait for me in my room.” He pecked your lips one last time before stepping away allowing you to walk off.

#fem reader #bruce banner #bruce banner x you #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #bruce banner smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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goodfish-bowl · 7 months

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Saving Throw

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 6: Tabletop

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Summary: Danny invites Sam and Tucker over to play D&D, asking Spike for a favor to DM the game for them.

Warnings: minor character death, only dialog

Words: 829

“Okay, I’m going to enter the dungeon.”

“I follow into the dungeon.”

“I… also follow into the dungeon.”

“Okay… so what do we see?”

“It seems to be some sort of laboratory, with metal tables lined up against the walls, open chests full of vials and potions all this bright green color. There are all sorts of tools, journals, and pieces of… something, lying on the tables, and it’s decently cold down here. And, taking up the entire back wall is a cavern, circled by runes, that the entire laboratory seems centered around. What do you do?”

“Oh! The artificer in me loves this place already! I go and investigate the things on the table! Gotta start with the small stuff before looking at the big picture.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. I go and investigate the big hole in the wall.”

“Eh, why not? I follow… Raven to the back.”

“Okay, Swave, let’s start with you. I need you to roll both an arcana and… eh, an investigation check works.”

“Cool, okay… that’s a… 7 for arcana and 16 for investigation.”

“So, on the table, you can definitely tell whoever lives here was tinkering with something magic, but you can’t tell what kind other than green and glowy. It’s just a bit too far removed from your area of expertise. Whatever it is, they don’t seem to be getting the results they want, judging from the notes. But, they’ve definitely accomplished something recently.”

“Damn, really wish I rolled higher on that arcana.”

“It is what it is. So, with Raven and Orion. Now that you’re closer, you notice that there are runes inscribed around the cavern, roll an Arcana.”

“Nice, 18 plus 3, 21.”

“I rolled an 8.”

“Okay, well, Raven, you completely recognize these runes, you even notice some blatant errors in some of them. They seem to be an activation sequence of some kind, a gate, even. Orion, you know what a small handful of the runes mean, but nothing coherent.”

“Okay… I uh… go inside the cavern.”

“Eh! I dunno dude, I don’t think it’s a good idea to walk into the giant magic gate in the underground lab.”

“Nah, let him, I’m curious.”

“It’s too late to take it back now. Raven, what are you doing while he’s walking inside?”

“Hmmm, do I notice Orion walking inside?”

“Roll a perception.”

“… that’s a solid 3.”

“Then no.”

“Okay, I’m going to fix the runes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hey! Don’t do that! I’m literally walking inside of it right now! Can’t you wait until I’m out?”

“First off, I didn’t notice you go inside, second, the runes are wrong, of course I’m going to fix them. It’s what my character would do!”

“Oh no…”

“Swave, I want you to also roll a perception check.”

“… Sorry dude, that’s a 5 at best.”

“Ughhhh.”

“Raven, roll an arcana again to correct the runes.”

“17.”

“Congrats, you’ve fixed the runes. Orion, roll a dex save.”

“NO!”

“AH!”

“Oops.”

“… a 2.”

“Ouch, man. Okay, so Raven and Swave. As Orion enters the cavern, and Raven fixes the runes, they start glowing, and there’s a tearing sound as green pours out from the hole in the wall.”

“NOooOooo…”

“Hmm, just for kicks, Orion, roll a con save.”

“Okay… man, this sucks, first session and I’m already… that’s a nat 20.”

“Seriously?!”

“Wow, this will be interesting. So, Orion, as you enter the cavern, now known to be a portal, it lights up with green magic, and races through you, like it’s cooking you alive. But due to the force, it launches you out, and you land in the middle of the laboratory floor… Lower your hp to 1, and use up two death saves. Also, change your race to tiefling. I’ll send you the rest of the stuff when I figure it out.”

“YOOO!”

“Haha… yeah… wow.”

“Hey, Spike, thanks for coming over to DM today.”

“No problem. It’s good to help a friend's sibling with something I’m good at. Especially when he’s trying to make new friends, and it’s not like Jazz was ever going to call in that favor.”

“Yeah, it was really cool. Thank you, but wasn’t it a bit ‘on the nose’ to use my parent’s basement as a reference?”

“Hey, it’s a good inspiration. Besides, you’re the one who walked into it, prior knowledge or not.”

“Haha… yeah that’s on me… didn’t think it was actually going to do anything until Sam decided to fix the runes.”

“Yeah, not the best move from a group perspective. But… Jazz said they’re expecting to finish it within the next year.”

“Yeah… maybe. Most of their stuff just covers us in goo. I just hope they finish it soon… they’ve been down there a lot, ya know?”

“Yeah… I do.”

“Anyways, I’m sure I’ll see you around. I’ll tell Jazz you said ‘hi’ whenever she gets home from tutoring.”

“Thanks, little dude. See you around.”

“Later.”

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Master Post

#ectoberhaunt23 #Day 6 #Tabletop #goodfish writes #danny phantom #dungeons and dragons #sam manson #tucker foley #spike #jazz mentioned #coming in with the horrible foreshadowing for a home run #it's a bit confusing but i made it pretty obvious who's who once you hear their character names #this was fun to write

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Kiss and Tell

Tony impatiently waits for this strategy meeting to start. Though he has to confess, strategy was really the last thing on his mind. The conference room doors open to you and Bucky walking hand in hand.

Tony watches the interaction for a moment.

He couldn't exactly make out what you were telling Bucky, but what really confounded him was the way Bucky tossed his head back laughing like a little kid. Tony was by very definition a genius. And yet, this did not make sense to him. Not even a little bit.

He could understand the whole 'opposites attract' thing. And it wasn't even that you two didn't make sense together. It was the how of it all.

And for that he had no answers.

And it was driving him crazy.

He just couldn't reconcile it. Bucky didn't seem like the type to approach the human embodiment of Rainbow Sunshine. However, he could see you walking up to a stone-faced Bucky and greeting him as though 90% of the Compound wasn't scared of him. But the fact that Bucky didn't immediately turn you away was a head scratcher to say the least.

So, he did what any insatiably curious, genius-slash-mad scientist would do. He researched. Or at least, he asked around.

Sam knew the most, but for the most part, he refused to indulge in Tony's curiosity citing the 'friendship code'. Tony scoffed, rolled his eyes, and threatened to dock his pay. And still, Sam refused.

Steve was a little more helpful, seeing as though Steve couldn't keep a secret to save his life. But even Steve couldn't really pin down the how.

His next person was the person that knew everything that happened in the Compound before it even happened. And Nat stone-walled him with a wry smirk. In fact, he felt like he knew less after talking to her.

Wanda had an idea, but she didn't really know anything that the rest of the group hadn't already told him.

No one could give him a definitive answer.

Each time Tony approached him someone new, Steve was just around the corner, ready to scold him for being nosey and reminding him that he should mind his own business.

But that wasn't exactly in Tony's nature. He just had to know.

But especially, especially when he sees Bucky freely laugh as you mumble a quick comment in his ear. What could possibly be that funny while they were waiting to start a team meeting? He could count the number of times he'd seen Bucky smile before you burst onto the Compound, and now, Bucky was smiling left and right.

It was almost unsettling.

And now he was laughing? Freely laughing? And in front of other people?

It solidified Tony's need to know.

"Okay, I can't take it anymore!" Tony announces, abruptly standing up at the head of the conference table. Everyone in the room is slightly jarred by the suddenness of Tony's inquisition, coming to look at him stand at the head of the conference table. "I need to know."

"Tony, don't," Steve warns, already knowing how this conversation was going to play out.

"No, I think, for the good of the team, we need to know this," Tony pointedly says, looking to you and Bucky.

Your back straightens under the intensity of Tony's statement. "Okay, I swear I didn't mean to flood that room-"

"Wait, what?!" Tony asks, eyes widening at your unexpected revelation.

"What?" you echo, your lips pulling in to feign innocence. "I didn't - What? What was your question?"

Tony falters for a moment, trying to sort out his priorities: the room you may or may not have flooded or his curiosity. His curiosity, he decides.

"This," Tony emphasizes, gesturing between you and Bucky. "Who started it?"

"Who started it?" Bucky defensively scoffs, rolling his eyes at Tony. "Mind your business."

"No, Tony's right. I think we need to know," Clint adds, leaning forward with burning interest. "Been dying to know too."

"Like did you guys just fu-" Tony starts.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Bucky abruptly interrupts.

"No one started it," you playfully defend, lacing your fingers with Bucky's. You wrinkle your nose at Bucky, giving him a warm smile. "We fell in love. That's it."

"Exactly," Bucky proudly nods, kissing the back of your hand he's still holding.

"...But also, it was James," you finish.

"Yes, thank you...Wait - what?" Bucky falters, looking down at you with a bewildered expression.

"You started it," you state again, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

"Uh, no," Bucky objects. "You started it!"

"What?" you tersely exhale, a cheeky grin on your face. You turn to your teammates sitting around the conference room, all sharing amused, curious expressions. "Do you guys think I actively pursued James?"

"No," everyone murmurs in agreement.

"But also," Steve interjects. "In Bucky's defense, Buck's a bit of a hermit. He doesn't really pursue anymore."

"Yeah," everyone murmurs once again, eyes volleying back to you for your defense.

"I don't think I need to hear this," Sam sarcastically mutters, rubbing his temples in exasperation and mild repulsion. "But I feel like I should add, I definitely had to warn Bucky to stop flirting way before I had to say anything to her. I think that counts for something."

Bucky scoffs in indignation, turning to face Sam and refute his accusation. "Well, she has to take some responsibility here, tarting around in those little sundresses expecting me not to flirt with her. I'm a man! Those little sundresses are my catnip."

"Tarting around?" you guffaw.

He whips around again, turning the accusation back on you. "And you kissed me first!"

You loudly gasp. "I did not!"

"Yes, you did," he counters.

"You kissed me! I only kissed back!"

"Oh, no. I was the one kissing back. Steve?" Bucky asks, his eyes volleying back to Steve. "You walked in on us, anything to say?"

"Uh, well, I sort of walked in when you guys were already... you know?" Steve insinuates. And Sam cuts Steve off with dramatic gagging noise, Steve finishes his defense, "I didn't stay to watch anything."

"What help are you?" Bucky grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Okay!" Nat interrupts. "There's only one way to solve this: you both tell us what you think happened, we'll decide who's right."

"How would you know? You weren't even there," Bucky refutes.

"I don't care, I'll tell the story," you offer, waving Bucky off. "I was in the MedBay. I was standing there alone until James came in. He said, 'I was so worried about you','' you continue, dramatically mimicking his gruff voice.

"I don't sound like that," Bucky interjects, crossing his arms in a huff.

"Shhh..." Wanda silences him, her elbows resting on the table and completely captivated by your telling of the story.

"Anyway, I was icing my jaw, and he came in asking me if I was okay. That he was worried about me. He leaned his forehead against mine, and he kissed the bruise on my face. Then he kissed me. He kissed me!"

"That's a great story, Doll. But that's what it is - a story."

You scoff in indignation, turning to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Careful, you're gonna end up sleeping on the couch," Sam quips.

"She's right," Bucky acknowledges, slightly lowering his voice to appease you. "We were in the MedBay. And yes, I went to go check on her, but I didn't go to do anything else except check on her. I was being a good friend."

"A good friend by kissing her?" Clint chuckles.

"A good friend by checking on her!" Bucky insists. "I was worried."

"Aww...he was worried," Wanda coos.

Bucky rolls his eyes, but continues anyway, "And I kissed her cheek. But she kissed me. She kissed me!"

"No, you're wrong. You kissed me!" you accuse.

"Did we kiss two different people or something? Because you kissed me!" Bucky insists. "Why are we even talking about this? This was a private moment that involved none of you!"

"Not so private anymore," Tony remarks. "Oh, while you were all fighting like children, I just went ahead and pulled the footage. Shall we?"

"No!" Bucky scoffs. "That was private."

"Then I guess it's safe to say that you came onto her?" Tony questions.

"You know, what? Fine, go ahead, roll the tape," Bucky sarcastically orders.

“I could kill him for that,” Bucky quietly breathes.

“Please don't.”

“I won’t,” he promises, his eyes squeezing shut as he remember the unbridled fear and panic when he heard you were missing. “I was just so worried about you. So fucking worried.”

“I’m right here. I’m okay.”

Rattled to his core, completely out of his mind with worry, Bucky makes an uncharacteristic show of affection when his lips lightly graze the bruise covering your cheek. He rests his forehead on the side of your head for a moment before he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth where your lip is split. Your breath hitches when his lips press against the corner of your mouth, just barely grazing it.

He hesitates, knowing this is not a good idea. That this is terrible timing. He shouldn't be doing this.

Just a breath away, you decide for Bucky by slightly turning your head and closing the distance with you.

"I cannot believe you guys just made me sit through that. It's bad enough I have to see that in real life," Sam complains. "Gross."

"So they're both right?" Steve hesitantly states, but even after watching the film, as the words leave his mouth it sounds like more of a question than a statement of fact.

"Well," Nat starts, faltering as she mulls over the footage. "I guess so?"

"Damn it," Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why can't anything be easy in this Compound?"

"Hold on," Bucky adds with a sharp inhale. "We're thinking about this all wrong here. Think about it. Who introduced us? Who paired us together for months even though we didn't get along? It wasn't either of us." Bucky pauses for a moment for dramatic effect before pointing a finger at Sam, "It was Sam."

"What?" Sam yelps.

Bucky holds up his hand to stop Sam from interrupting this new revelation. "For as much shit as he gives us, he's the matchmaker here."

"Oh my God, you're right," you agree, turning to Sam with a cheeky smirk. "It was you!"

"No, no, no!" Sam vehemently refutes, rapidly shaking his head. "That's not how that happened!"

"You wanted us together!" you playfully accuse, teasingly pushing Sam's shoulder. "Aww... Sam!"

"That's- that's not true!" Sam sputters.

"And all is right with the world again," Tony sighs in relief, crossing his arms behind his head as he settles back into his seat to watch the chaos he caused ensue.

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just-living-in-a-marvel-world · 2 years

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I'm Not Sick

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Carol Danvers x Reader, Pepper Potts x Reader

Reader: Female

Summary: The Reader does not usually get sick or admitted to it when she is. Because of that, the females in the Tower have taken it into their own hands to watch for symptoms and take care of her when she does.

You knew you shouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning, but did you listen? No.

Everyone knows that you don't tell when you feel sick. It doesn't bother you that much unless it is really bad. The time you did admit that you didn't feel well you happened to have pnemonia with an 103 degree fever. (Natasha is still mad about that.) After that incident, everyone in the Tower is on alert for any sign of you not being well, since it seems that you cannot take care of yourself. The girls are really overprotective about it since you are the youngest Avenger, and they see you as a little sister.

That is precisely why when you woke up that morning with a scratchy throat and a chill in your bones, you decided not to tell anyone. You didn't want them to worry over something that would go away within a couple days. Besides, you had to work after lunch and were too stubborn to miss it.

Everything was going okay. You met everyone for breakfast but did not really eat anything. Steve questioned you, but you told him you were still full from dinner last night. Thankfully, he turned back to his conversation with Sam about training strategies, but you failed to notice the glance that Natasha sent you after you said that. Or the one that Wanda and Carol sent each other after you said no when Vision offered you Dr. Pepper and opted to get a Gatorade from the fridge instead.

The longer the morning went the worst you felt. You kept drinking Gatorade to combat the definitely sore throat, and you had started to get a headache. You excused yourself from the team to get in the bathtub to warm up because you were absolutely freezing now. You missed the way Pepper watched you carefully as you made your way out of the room.

After a nice long warm bath, you got out and dried off. You changed into different pj's than before and walked out to the hallway.

"Hey."

Jumping, you turned around to see Natasha leaning again the wall outside your room.

"What the crap, Nat? You scared me." You said giving her a fake glare.

Natasha just furrowed her brows as she looked at you. "Did you just get out of the bathtub?"

Huffing, you turned and walked away. "So what if I did?"

"Just curious." Suddenly, Natasha was in front of you with her hand on your forehead. "You're warm."

Pushing her hand away, you glared. "So? I was just in a hot bath. I'm probably still warm from that." You tried to walk past her, only for Natasha to stick her hand out to the wall, blocking you.

"So you do admit you were in the bathtub." She smirked. Rolling your eyes, you ducked under her arm then continued to the common room.

"You know what I think?" Natasha called. You could hear her right behind you. "I think your sick."

Stopping abruptly, you turned around to look at her only for Natasha to be a few inches from your face.

"I'm not sick," You stated taking a step back.

"Yes, you are." Natasha said taking a step forward.

You narrowed your eyes at her. "Prove it."

You shouldn't have said that because the next thing you knew Natasha scooped you up bridal style and carried you to the counch.

"Let me go!" You tried to struggle against her, but because of the headache you didn't put up much of a fight as you usually would.

"Okay." She dropped you onto the couch with no warning. You winced at the abrupt drop and rubbed your hand on your forehead to ease the pressure there. You glared at her as you got back onto your feet. "Sit down." Natasha warned you.

"No." You crossed your arms trying to look defiant. Before anything else could happen, you were automatically sitting on the couch again. You tried to get up only to find red tendrils wrapped around you, keeping you in place.

"Really, Wanda?" You rasp out, your throat feeling sorer since you haven't had anything to drink in a while.

"Sorry, princessa." Wanda said as she came around the corner. She sat beside you on the couch and held out a Gatorade bottle. "Are you going to stay put?" You looked at her before reluctantly nodding. Wanda freed you once she was sure you were telling the truth and gave you the bottle. You started to drink from it eagerly. "You need to be resting if your sick."

Swallowing quickly, you pulled the bottle away from your lips and responded, "But I'm not sick."

"Yes, you are." Natasha responded. You shifted your eyes over to where she was sitting in front of you on the coffe table. Her face was hard, but you could see worry in her eye. Looking over at Wanda, you could see it on her whole face.

You rubbed your forehead again as you faced Natasha, addressing her. "And I told you to prove it."

Natasha just looked at you for a long second before she got up and went to the kitchen. You tried to get up and follow her, but Wanda gently grabbed a hold of you arm to stop you. Looking over at her, Wanda shook her head and held her arm out instead. You decided to lean against her instead of fighting, but you kept your head up as some sort silent resistance.

Both of you looked over to the door as Natasha came back through, and she dropped something on the coffee table. Leaning up a bit, you saw that it was an evidence bag filled with all the Gatorade bottles you used that morning.

"Exibit A," Natasha said pointing at the bottles. "You choose Gatorade at breakfast after Vision offered you Dr. Pepper, which is your favorite."

Raising an eyebrow, you looked at her skeptically. "Really? That's it. I like Gatorade to. I can change it up once in a while." You pointed out.

"Yes." Natasha said, nodding her head. She started to walk around the couch as if she were performing an interrogation. "But whenever you do drink Gatorade, you usually drink one. You're not known to drink bottle after bottle unless..." She finished her way around the couch and dramatically turned towards you, "you have a sore throat because in your own words 'It feels better on my throat than coke or water'."

"That's not true." You try to defend, but your voice came out raspy again. You raised the Gatorade to your mouth to soothe your throat again. At Natasha's raised a brow, you felt your face heat up hotter than it already felt as you slowly put the bottle down. Looking sheepish, you raised both hands to massage your head and said, "Okay so maybe my throat is a bit sore, but that doesn't mean that I am sick."

Natasha gestured to Wanda for this one as she sat on the other side of you. "Exibit B is this."

"What?" You were still rubbing your head so you didn't see what she was talking about.

Wanda reached out and grabbed your hands away from your face. She used one hand to hold them in her lap while she used the other to rub the crease on your forehead. You closed your eyes at the sensation as you leaned back into the couch.

"This is Exhibit B." Wanda said sqeezing your hands. "You always rub at your head like that whenever you get a headache."

"Everyone rubs their head when they get a headache," You mumbled out. Her accent mixed with her misistrations could have lulled you to sleep.

"Yes, but you're the only one who looks like they're about to rub their face off," Natasha states with a smile. Wanda chuckles as you open your eyes and glare at her.

"Hey!" You huff as you sit up.

"It's true, princessa." Wanda giggles as she brushes a stray hair behind your ear. Looking at both of them, you sigh as you leaned back into the couch.

"Don't pout, milaya." Natasha teased.

"I'm not pouting." You said while crossing your arms and furrowing your brows.

"Saying 'I'm not pouting' while pouting is not a good defense." Wanda said joining in.

You rolled your eyes only to wince in response. You reached up to rub your head again. "Still doens't mean I'm sick, but I guess you have another 'Exhibit'," You try to defend but only weekly.

Wanda grabbed your hands, and you thought that she was going to rub you head again, but Natasha felt your forehead before resting both hands on the side of your face.

"Exibit 3. You know that bath you took earlier?" Natasha began. With your face still in her hands, you nodded. "You like to get in the bath when you you are freezing in order to get warm fast, and you were practically shaking before you left like you are now."

Hearing that, you realized that Natasha was right. You didn't notice how cold were were until she pointed it out. You were shaking. Wrapping your arm around yourself, you leaned back against Wanda who also wrapped her arms around you trying to warm you up. Natasha got up and grabbed a blanket from the chair. She put the blanket over the both of you before placing her hand on your forehead again.

"The fact that you are freezing but burning up under my hand also proves that your sick. You definitely have a fever, and you still looked flushed from when you got out of the bathtub too." Natasha stated pulling her hand away.

Looking at her intently, you finally sigh. "You guys know me so well don't you."

"Yep" Wanda popped the "p" as she kissed the top of your head.

"I didn't become the world's greatest spy for no reason," Natasha winked at you as she sat on the coffee table. You stuck your tongue out at her.

"If I was sick," You began slowly. At Natasha's nodding you continued. "If I was sick, what would that mean?"

"It means your not going to work, that's for sure." All three of you turned to the door at the sound of the new voice to see Pepper walking towards you.

"What, Pep!? But I have to!" You whine. You coughed at the end causing Natasha to hand you your Gatorade so you could take a sip while Wanda rubbed your back.

"I'm your boss, and I say you have off until you're better." Pepper stated. She was typing away at something on her tablet as she spoke. "All your work has been given to Tony, because he needs to do something besides playing with his toys in his lab all day." Your eyes widen, but before you could protest, she continued. "Bruce has been notified of your symptoms and told me to give you these." At that Pepper handed Natasha a bag that held a few medicine bottles and a bottle of water. You were about to ask where the bottle and bag magically appeared from, but she was still talking. "If you're not better by the morning, we will have Dr. Cho come look at you." You were about to interrupt, but Wanda shushed you as she grabbed the water bottle Natasha gave her as Natasha looked at the medicine instructions. "All that is left is for Operation C.&C. to take effect."

Pepper finally looked up from the tablet and looked at you with a soft smile. Turning to Wanda and Natasha, you see that they were giving you that same look.

Your brain finally caught up on all the information Pepper just threw at you, and one thought stayed at the front of your brain. Confused, you turned to Pepper, "Operation C.&C.?"

Before she could answer, a crash sounded on the other side of the room. Looking over, you saw a mass of pillows and blankets that definitely weren't there before and over turned chair. Suddenly, the mass started to move, and Carol's head popped up from the middle.

"Hey, totally not a big deal, but is anyone going to help?" Carol questioned.

Wanda waved her hand, and red tendrils wrapped around the blankets and pillows. She lifted them into the air and floated them over beside the coffee table.

Carol looked dumbfounded as she got up from the floor. "You're telling me that you could have floated everyone's pillows and blankets in here?" She started to walk over.

Wanda giggled as she nodded.

"Then why did didn't you?"

"Because when Pepper said to initiate operation C.&C. You said 'I got it' and rushed out of the room before anyone could do anything." Wanda smirked as Pepper and Natasha chuckled. You smiled to but were still confused as to what is going on.

Carol blushed, but quickly tried to mask it. "Well, you could've helped when you saw me struggling."

"I'm sorry. Did pillows and blankets prove to be the too much for the space hero Captain Marvel?" Natasha joined in on the ribbing.

You, Wanda, and Pepper laughed while Carol glared at Natasha. That didn't last long as Carol joined in on the laughing to. Once you all calmed down, Carol clapped her hands.

"So, are we starting Operation C.&C.?" She asked looking at the others.

"Yes." Wanda replied. She handed you the water and scooted you over so she could get up to help Carol.

"What is this operation?" You ask. Pepper grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch and to the side as Wanda and Carol started setting up the pillows. Natasha joined you and gave you the correct amount of medicine from each bottle that you needed to take.

"Operation Cuddle and Comfort of course." Pepper smirked. "Step One is turning the common room into the best cuddle pad."

Turning back to the the room, you see Carol and Wamda move the coffee table over as they set up a pallet of the floor. "Where did all the pillows and blankets come from?"

"We got them from our rooms and stole the rest of from the guys rooms." Wanda stated.

"Ah-hem."

"Excuse me. Carol stole them." Wanda correct rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I did," Carol smiled proudly. "Most of the stuff in here actually came from Clint's room though."

"What?" You ask smiling.

"Oh yeah. Clint is really into comfy things," Natasha revealed as if it was some great big secret. Then she titled her head as she furrowed her brows in thought, "Actually, the blanket you got from my room, I stole from him."

"Step two is get into pj's and Step three is spend the rest of the day with you watching movies." Pepper finished.

Your eyes widened. "What? Pepper don't you have to run the company? I can't let you stay of because of me."

"Nonsense, honey," Pepper waved your worries away. "I'm the boss. I can do what I want, and Tony has told me that I have been working too hard lately and I deserve a break." You were about to protest again, but Pepper held up a hand to stop you. "Besides, staying in to take care of a sick friend is better than all the crap Tony did to not work when he was in charge."

Pausing to think, you smiled as that did make sense. "Thank you"

"No need to thank me," Pepper smiled back.

"Alright, guys the the pallet is ready." Wanda called out. Turning around, you saw the most comfy looking pallet over the couch and floor.

"Okay, Carol, since you're already in your pj's, you can get the popcorn, while me and Pepper change. Wanda, help Y/N pick out a movie." Natasha ordered like it was a mission.

Everyone did their assigned tasks. You and Wanda finally agreed on a movie by the time Natasha and Pepper returned. Wanda left to change and got back just as the movie loaded and Carol came in with the popcorn.

Natasha and Wanda got settled on the floor while Pepper and Carol got on opposite sides of the couch so you could sit in the middle.

"Come here, super star." Carol held her arms opened. You quickly climbed into her lap and layed you feet over Pepper. Natasha and Wanda buried you in blankets because you were still cold. When your shaking did not stop, Carol used her powers to raise her temperature.

"Thanks," You whisper into her shoulder as you snuggled deeper into her side.

"Anytime," Carol looked down at you smiling.

Watching the movie, you started to cough again and winced because of your throat. Your Gatorade floated into your vision, and you grabbed it taking a sip.

"Thanks, Wands," You said.

"No problem," She responded with a small smile.

You turned to Pepper as she tapped your shoulder. "Here, take this. You forgot this one earlier. It should help with the headache," she gestured to where you where rubbing your forehead. Taking the pill, you quickly swallowed it.

"Thanks, Pep." You say again.

Before she could respond, Natasha interjected, "I swear if you say thank you one more time I'm gonna beat you. I don't care if your sick, I'll kick your ass. You don't need to thank us for taking care of you. You're always so polite when your sick. You know what, that's Exibit 4."

You chuckled at Natasha's ranting. "Fine, sorry."

Natasha groaned, "Again with the politeness. You have nothing to apologize for. Just shut up and eat some popcorn." Natasha put the popcorn on Carol's lap so you could have some.

You returned your attention to the movie as you ate some popcorn before thinking of something. "Hey, Nat."

"Yeah," she turned around to find you smirking at her. "Thank you."

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you before snatching the popcorn back. "You're not welcome. No popcorn for you."

"Hey, I was eating that to," Carol complained.

"Blame Y/N," Natasha grumbled while eating the popcorn.

Wanda laughed, "Here, have mine." Wanda handed Carol her popcorn.

You started to open your mouth, but-

"Don't think about it." Natasha stated without taking her eyes off the TV.

You looked over at Wanda and mouthed thank you. She winked at you before turning back to the TV, only to have pop corn thrown in her face.

"Hey! What was that for?" Wanda asked Natasha, picking popcorn out of her hair.

"For encouraging her."

Pepper chuckled that, "Yes, how dare we encourage good behavior. Somebody needs to."

Natasha looked offend, "What? We have good behavior."

"We do?" Carol questioned with a quirked brow.

"At least better than the boys," Wanda defended.

Closing your eyes, you smiled as you listened to the back and forth from people you considered your older sisters. If you had to be sick, you're glad that you had these girls to take care of you.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #pepper potts x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff imagine #carol danvers x fem!reader #carol danvers imagine #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers headcanon

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jedi-valkyrie · 2 years

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the avengers listening to taylor swift

warnings: none besides some swearing

includes: steve rogers, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, thor odinson, bucky barnes, peter parker, wanda maximoff

inspired by: me listening to red incessantly

steve:

plainly curious

probably likes the slower songs

definitely a secret “paper rings” fan

does his little head bob

probably likes begin again

and enchanted

likes the tame country vibes

sam

bumping the fuck up

no bc you bet your ass fearless is on his workout playlist

hums getaway car while chasing after an actual getaway car

natasha

is literally no body, no crime personified

she likes the newer albums (folklore, evermore)

she’s all for a woman fucking over a man who corrupted her

also all for her because society slutshamed her and nat knows what that’s like

would kill a man while listening to mad woman

bruce

he listens to her on the radio when she’s on

he doesn’t really listen to music in general so she isn’t an exception

even though she should be

is probably a 1989 guy

bucky

refuses to like her

no matter what

he’s a pussy and does make fun of sam for liking her music

believes that she actually committed vehicular manslaughter bc sam told him and steve that she did

would listen to either the most popular songs or exclusively to reputation

says that modern music will never be like the old big band stuff and immediately regrets it

thor

oh this bitch is jumping

even if he doesn’t like the song

even if he doesn’t know the song

he is into it full blast

he just likes music, he isn’t picky

especially likes the very upbeat ones

or the ones about how men suck

#feminist!

blank space enthusiast

peter

is a swiftie.

has cried to back to december

is a cruel summer kinda guy

probably very into lover

him and ned talk about each of her album drops

wanda

yes.

no bc she’s that wine mom type of swiftie where they get too drunk and they’re like “fuck john mayer! he never treated her right! you old bitch!”

and she’s right!!!

fucking screams to right where you left me

no bc if she wasn’t busy being held in a facist power jail she’d be a jobros and taylor swift bitch

notes: go listen to red! now. right this fucking second.

#marvel x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel headcanons #sam wilson x reader #captain america x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #thor odinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #thor x reader #marvel #taylor swift

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themissusmarvel · 2 years

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Dress

Steve Rogers x Reader

18+ Only Please!

Content Warnings: teasing, super soft Steve dom, fingering, unprotected sex

Summary: You and Steve are friends, but have been hiding your true feelings from each other. Until one night and a red dress.

"You'd look great in any of these, but you better hurry up or we'll be late."

Steve was walking around the department store with you, helping you choose a dress for the Avengers party that he has asked you to join him at. And of course, you had left it too late. He had shown up at your door in a suit, and you immediately knew what you had done. You told him to just go without you, you didn't have a dress to wear that would stand up to what Nat, Wanda, Pepper, and the other women would wear, so you didn't mind sitting out.

Shaking his head, he raised his eyebrow at you. "I'm not going without you, darlin. So grab your bag, we have a stop to make."

Laughing, you grabbed your bag, threw on some shoes, and followed him out into the street.

You sighed as you rifled through the racks. "I told you to just leave me at home. I can't decide what I want to wear."

Steve came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "And I told you that I'm not going without you."

The weight of him on your shoulders sent a jolt through you. You shook it off. Steve had been one of your closest friends for a while now, and you didn't want any feelings you had towards him ruining that. Even though being around him was getting more and more difficult, you also couldn't stay away.

You turned to look at him, noting what colour he was wearing, and it was your turn to lift an eyebrow. "I know what I'll do." Steve looked at you, curious. "I'll be the red to your blue."

As you walked into the party on Steve's arm, you felt many eyes grazing over you. The dress you had chosen was simple, but also eye-catching. It was a bright red, floor length number, with a thigh high slit and a deep V to show off your cleavage. Steve's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw you walk out of the changing room in it, so you knew it was the one.

From the other side of the room, you saw Nat waving you over, so you turned to Steve, motioned that you were heading over to her, and he nodded as he let you go.

"You look drop dead gorgeous tonight," Nat said to you as you settled in a chair next to her.

"Thanks, I'm just glad I finally settled on something."

You saw a smirk settle on her face, and you rolled your eyes.

"What is it Nat?"

"I think I know who you picked that dress for. And it definitely wasn't you."

You chuckled and shook your head. "We are just friends! There's no way he would ever look at me as anything else."

There was a twinkle in Nat's eye, one you knew meant that she knew something and wasn't going to tell. So you told her you were going to get a drink, and ended up chatting with Sam at the bar.

———————-

It was now a few drinks later and you were having a great time. You hadn't seen Steve in a little while, but you weren't worried, he was probably off reminiscing with Bucky somewhere.

Suddenly you felt someone's eyes on you, and you turned around to see who it was. Steve. And with the heat in his eyes, your lips parted a little. He had never looked at you like that before. That you'd noticed, anyway.

"I, um, I'll be right back Sam," you said without even looking at him. Sam sipped his drink with a smirk, he also saw what was going on.

You strode over to Steve, and wrapped your arms around his neck. The alcohol had relaxed you a bit, and you weren't thinking of everyone else in the room for once. He gently placed his hands on your hips.

"And where have you been all night?" You asked the tall, blonde super soldier.

He slid his hands from your hips to the small of your back. "I've been trying to stay away from you."

You looked at him, confused. He clarified, "You just look so incredible tonight."

It could have been the alcohol, it could have been the look in his eyes, but something in you clicked, and you weren't about to waste the moment.

"Shall we find somewhere quiet, Cap?"

———————-

Steve shut the door behind him with a click. He had taken you to his bedroom as the party continued downstairs in the Avengers Compound. You spun around the room once taking in your surroundings. It was simple and tidy, just like you would have expected.

You stood in the center of the room, and Steve slowly made his way to you.

Before he could reach you, you piped up. "You know Steve, I don't want you like a best friend."

He stopped in his tracks. What did that mean? Did you not like him anymore? Had he read the signs wrong?

You smiled seductively at him, "I only bought this dress so you could take it off."

There it was. You couldn't hold back any longer. The feelings you had for Steve were now laid down in front of him. In a few short strides he was in front of you, his eyes dark with lust and his chest heaving as his heart rate picked up.

Without a word, he moved to be standing behind you, and gently moved your hair so it was draped over your shoulder. Heat was pooling between your legs with him being so close to you, and the feeling of his hands along the back of your neck sent goosebumps along your skin.

Steve slowly pulled the zipper down your back, revealing that you were completely bare underneath. A quiet groan left his mouth as he saw your skin exposed to him.

Once the zipper had reached the base of your spine, Steve traced the column of your back with his fingertips. You shivered at his touch.

You let the dress fall to the floor, and Steve's breath caught in his throat. Your body was better than he could have ever imagined. And he couldn't wait to be buried inside of you.

Still behind you, he smoothed his hands down your arms, and laced your fingers with his. Steve started leaving a trial of kisses along your neck, and you tilted your head to the side to give him better access.

Feeling him brushing against you, you pushed backwards and started rubbing your ass against his growing erection. He moaned against your skin and gave you a little nip. "You being a little naughty, sweetheart?"

You smirked and ground against him once more. "Only for you, Cap."

Steve let out a low growl and moved one hand flat against your stomach, the other moving closer to your aching core. You let out a little whimper in frustration, and felt a laugh rumble in Steve's chest.

"Patience, sweetheart. I've been hoping for this for a long time. I want to enjoy every second of it."

Then there it was. His fingers running over your slick folds, and you cried out at the sensation. "Oh Steve, fuck me please."

"Mm, what was that?" He slowly slid a finger into you, rubbing your clit with his palm. You gasped his name, trying to move for more stimulation but the hand on your stomach held you fast.

"Please Cap, please fuck me."

In an instant he picked you up and turned you in his arms, so you were able to hook your legs around his hips. Your lips crashed onto his, and his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. You had both been building each other up to this moment for so long, it was like a tap finally being opened and all your feelings were rushing out.

Steve laid you carefully on his bed, and began to undress himself. You had seen him shirtless before, he often was that way during the summer. But as he slid his belt out of his trousers, you felt yourself getting more aroused.

Finally he slid off his boxers, and his hard cock bounced in front of you. God it was an impressive length. You beckoned him forward with a finger, and he crawled on top of you.

"You ready, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please Cap. Put your dick in me already."

He laughed at your remark. "I love it when you beg."

Steve again took your mouth with his, and moved his hand down your body, massaging each breast on his way down. You moaned at his touch. How was he so good?

Suddenly he nibbled on your bottom lip as his finger found its way inside you again. He slid it in and out slowly, catching your sighs and whines with his mouth. One finger then became two, as he continued to work you.

Feeling the weight of him on you and his gentle touch was pushing you over the edge. But just when you felt your release building, Steve pulled his fingers from you. You whined at the emptiness, and he pulled away to look you in the eye.

"Patience, remember. You'll cum when I tell you to."

"Yes Cap," you bit your lip at his eyes, blown out with desire.

Those two words made his dick twitch and he needed to be in you. He grasped his erection, and positioned himself at your entrance. Slowly he pushed forward, and your gasp was like music to his ears.

His hair was starting to fall over his forehead, and he had never looked more handsome. You felt his cock continue to move into you, he wanted to move slowly so he didn't hurt you. Always the gentlemen.

Once he was buried to the hilt, he began to pump in and out of you slowly. It was incredible, your little moans falling from your mouth and the feeling of him. But you needed more.

"Fuck me Cap."

His dark blue eyes shot up to yours, from where he was watching his length disappear inside of you. He smiled mischievously. You picked up quick that Steve loved being called Cap in bed, and it was a button you enjoyed pressing.

He placed his hands behind your knees, and brought them over his broad shoulders. Your eyes drifted closed at the deeper penetration, and his hands were then squeezing your hips. You opened your eyes to gaze at your blonde super soldier.

"You keep your eyes open, so I can watch you cum, sweetheart."

Your heart fluttered and he began. Steve started pounding into you, fucking you into the mattress. He watched your breasts bounce with his thrusts. You were so beautiful on his bed, begging him to fuck you. He could sense this becoming something he'd be addicted to.

His chest glistened with the sheen of sweat and his breathing was becoming more laboured. As was yours, feeling the coil deep in your belly tightening. You whined as you felt your orgasm building, and Steve could feel you clenching around his dick.

"You gonna cum, sweetheart? I can feel you squeezing me."

Your head was clouded with pleasure, so you were only able to nod at what he said.

"Use your words, darlin. If you wanna cum, you gotta tell me."

Moistening your mouth, you breathed out, "I'm gonna cum, Cap."

"Good, then let's see you come apart on me, sweetheart."

Steve started rubbing small circles on your delicate clit as he continued to hammer his cock into you. You screamed out his name as you fell over the edge. The world around you fell away, and it was only you and Steve wrapped around each other.

You felt his hips stutter and then the warmth of him finishing filled you. He grunted and pumped slowly a few more times until he was completely emptied.

Steve pulled you up onto his lap, and he held you to his chest as both of your breaths went back to normal. He rubbed small circles on your back, and you relaxed in his grasp. He smelled amazing, you didn't want to ever leave his bed.

"That was amazing, darling. But I am not done with you yet."

You pulled back so you could look at his face, shock apparently on yours. He laughed and gave you a quick kiss.

"Super soldier stamina, sweetheart. I'm gonna watch you cum all night."

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers smut #steve x reader #steve rogers #captain america x you #captain america

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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My Name Isn't

Summary: You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony's team building karaoke night.

Warnings: some swearing and drinking

Word Count: 3187

a/n: This was inspired by my love of the classic using karaoke to express your feelings trope and the song My Name Isn't by LOVA. I did change the lyric "yours" into "doll" though because it made sense in the story.

"Not a chance, Wilson." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve walked into the room, unbothered by the familiar sounds of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes arguing.

"C'mon tin man, you afraid you're gonna lose?' Sam couldn't help but tease the super soldier.

"It's a stupid bet! Steve tell him it's a stupid bet." Bucky stared at his best friend, silently begging for him to agree.

Steve's tone could only be described as exasperated when he responded, "what is it this time?"

"I bet Barnes and Noble over here," Sam stopped talking to dodge the book Bucky threw at him, "that I could get Y/N to kiss me before he could, and he's too chicken shit to take the bet."

"It's a stupid bet!" Bucky was gearing up to throw another book when Steve chimed in. "I don't know Buck, it could get you to finally act on your feelings for her."

Bucky rolled his eyes, responding with his typical denial "I don't have any feelings, punk."

Sam and Steve shared an obvious "this man is lying" look before turning back to Bucky.

"Fine, Cap since Bucky won't take the bet, will you?" The mischievous gleam in Sam's eye shown through as Steve weighed his options.

"It is a pretty stupid bet, but I'm doing this for you Buck." Clapping Bucky on the shoulder, he turned to Sam. "I'm in." As Steve went to shake Sam's hand, Bucky gave in.

"Fine! Fine. All three of us. The first one to kiss her wins." Bucky reluctantly agreed.

"Now, what does the winner get?" Sam posed the question, mischief clear in his eyes.

The first time you had an inkling that something was afoot was your training with Steve and Bucky later that same day. Steve wasn't overly touchy or anything that would make you uncomfortable, this is America's Golden Boy after all, but he kept calling you "honey" or some variation of it. You'd throw a punch and rather than correcting your form in his usual commanding Captain voice, he would feed you a random compliment followed by a "try it like this hun."

You left the gym confused and with more energy than one would typically have after training with Steve Rogers. Luckily for you, Nat and Wanda noticed it too.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked as soon as the three of you were out of earshot.

"I don't have a clue." Your expression of complete confusion was enough to convince the two women you were telling the truth.

"I always thought Barnes had a thing for you. I wouldn't expect Steve of all people to try to mess that up. Especially with how obvious you are!" Nat chimed in. You've never regretted anything more than getting drunk and admitting your feelings for the brunette super soldier to the two women.

"Ugh, are the two of you ever gonna forget about that?" Your question was rhetorical as you nearly slammed the door to your room, but it didn't stop the two women from shouting "not a chance" and "only if you tell him" through the door.

The second time you noticed the weird behavior was the next day. You were running through some basic defense moves with some new Shield agents when Sam walked in with Bucky.

Now, normally Sam avoids you in the gym because he knows you'll kick his ass. All your time spent training with Nat mixed with your advanced perception skills meant you are a force to be reckoned with in the gym. This time though, he asked to spar before running through his typical warm up routine.

"You sure, Wilson? I wouldn't want to bruise your ego any further." You joked with him, unsure of his motives.

"Oh I'm sure, baby. Do your worst."

So you did. You had him on the mat in 4 minutes even, not letting the "baby" comment phase you until later in the night when you were with Wanda and Nat.

"First, Steve keeps calling me honey. Now Wilson is in on it with baby! What the hell is going on?'

The three of you shared identical shrugs, choosing to ignore it for now in favor of girls night.

Your days continued with the random comments from Sam and Steve. Of course, after the first 24 hours you noticed a pattern emerging. The two men would only use the pet names if Bucky was in the room. If Bucky couldn't overhear what was being said, everything was normal, but all bets were off if he so much as stepped in the room. It was constant affection and compliments from the two men.

You were thinking about the pattern you'd discovered, along with what it could mean, when Tony barged into the common room like a man on fire.

He surveyed the room, noting the presence of nearly every team member. The only three missing? Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You had a feeling they were most definitely up to something. "Oh perfect, most of you are here already! I have decided we don't do enough team building. Saving the world is stressful and we deserve to relax, so... drumroll please!" He waited for an extended period of time, until you, Wanda, and Vision gave him a lackluster drumroll. "That could use some work, but I'm not going to let it bring me down. We're doing karaoke! I rented out a bar for tonight, so clear your schedules ladies and gentlemen! We start at 8."

To say he was met with mixed results would be underselling the range of reactions. Nat looked ready to kill him. Thor was so excited, he reminded you of a golden retriever playing fetch. Most everybody else fell somewhere in the middle.

"Y/N, be a dear and let the three stooges know would ya? I don't know where they are and I don't feel like finding them." Tony didn't wait for a response before leaving the room just as rapidly as he entered it.

"I guess that's my cue. I'll be back and we can at least get ready together?" You looked to Nat and Wanda for confirmation before leaving to find Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

You checked Sam's room first because it's the closest to the common area, but there was no sign of life. Steve and Bucky's rooms sat similarly untouched. You went to the gym, the pool, the game room, and circled back to the kitchen but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, you gave up the impromptu game of hide and seek asking FRIDAY where they were.

"FRIDAY, do you know where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are?"

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Lieutenant General Wilson are on the roof." The AI responded so fast, it had you wondering why didn't just ask her 40 minutes ago when their rooms were all empty.

"What the hell are they doing on the roof?" You huffed as you made your way back to the elevator.

"They are the discussing the terms of their bet." FRIDAY's response surprised you. You hadn't meant to actually receive an answer, but now that you did you were curious.

"What bet?" You continued the line of questioning as the elevator rose to the roof access point.

"The three made a bet to see who could get you to kiss them first."

Suddenly, all the pet names and compliments made sense.

"Son of a bi-" You cut yourself off as the elevator door opened, leading you directly to the three men in question. They turned abruptly, clearly caught off guard by anyone coming to the roof.

"Finally. I've been looking for you three everywhere!" You kept the new found information to yourself for the time being. "Tony decided we're doing karaoke tonight. We're supposed to be at the bar he rented out by 8pm." You smiled, taking in the slightly guilty expressions on each of their faces. Even if FRIDAY hadn't told you, it would be painstakingly obvious you caught them talking about you.

"Thanks doll, we'll make sure we're there." You felt the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, but quickly shut it down. You wouldn't be giving in to their bet that easily.

"No problem, see you boys soon." You winked, pressing the button to bring you back to the main floor. You had a plan to make after all.

"Well, it's karaoke why don't you just sing a song to call them out on it?" Wanda suggested another idea as you all got ready to head to the bar.

"That could work. You just need the perfect song." Nat chimed in, quickly applying some mascara.

"Wanda, you're a genius, and I think I have just the one." You grinned, pulling the song up to play while you finished getting ready.

Upon entering the bar, you immediately started second guessing your plan. That is, until the pet names came out to play. Sam was back at it with calling you baby, and Steve right there beside him with honey.

When you put your name down to sing, Wanda and Nat were right there with you, hyping you up and providing some liquid courage. Four drinks in and you finally felt just tipsy enough to actually follow through with your plan.

With the encouraging words from Nat and Wanda playing through your mind, you walked up to the stage, pulling up your chosen song on the karaoke machine.

You decided to play the beginning of the song off as a coincidence, not wanting to clue the guys in too early.

"One, two, three have been staring at me. It's been going all night."

You made eye contact with Nat and Wanda, fully relying on the feminist in you to knock these guys down a few pegs. By the time the chorus rolled around, you were ready.

Making direct eye contact with Sam, you put as much sass as possible into the next line.

"My name isn't 'baby,' you cannot say whatever you feel like. I am not the things you call me."

Switching your target from Sam to Steve, you kept going with the performance.

"My name isn't 'honey,' I will always do whatever I feel like. Honestly, you don't know me."

Clearly the three of them realized you knew about their bet, but you were on a roll. Switching focus to Bucky, you switched up the words a little bit to put him on blast as well.

"My name isn't... doll. My name isn't... doll."

The girls must have filled in the rest of the group, because you now had Bruce, Thor, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Clint, Wanda, and Nat cheering you on. They were whopping and hollering in agreement with the lyrics.

"We ain't got the time for you messing around so cut the deal."

"Cut the deal!!" You heard Tony yelling out as an echo, shaking your head with a slight chuckle.

"So don't come here and say, 'boys will be boys.' Behind every act there's always a choice."

The three men in question at least had the decency to look ashamed of their actions. Of course, that wasn't enough for you to not put them on blast through another round of the chorus.

The high from calling them out wore off right around the line:

"Do you really think that you can get your way by playing the same game."

Singing those words made you realize exactly what just happened. You held it together, put up a front long enough to get through the last chorus. Singing the last line to Bucky, you felt like your emotions were all over your face. The annoyance that the bet existed. The pain at him being part of it. The love you'd been trying to hide. All of it felt like it was right out in the open.

"My name isn't... Doll. My name isn't, my name isn't... Doll."

You took a quick bow in thanks for all the applause, before running off the stage. You didn't stop at the table with Nat and Wanda, nor did you stop for the three men trying to apologize. You made it outside, running about five blocks before even taking in your surroundings. Noticing a McDonald's, you sent a quick prayer that the ice cream machine was actually functioning before ducking inside.

The team stood with mouths hanging open at your sudden departure.

"What the hell just happened?" Tony posed the question to the group, knocking them out of their stupor.

Bucky was the first to follow you outside, his panic growing when he didn't see you leaning against any of the brick walls.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, spinning in circles right alongside Bucky while the rest of the group filed out the door.

"I don't know!" Bucky turned on Steve and Sam. "I never should have agreed to that stupid bet. Dammit!" Running his hands through his hair, he took off down the street calling a quick, "I'll look this way" over his shoulder.

He moved quickly down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for your sparkly, dark red dress. He looked through the windows of the many store fronts as he passed them. About five blocks later, he was about to turn around, assuming you went a different direction when he saw the familiar golden "m". A memory from about three weeks ago was quick to flash through his mind.

The team just came back from a two and a half week mission yesterday, meaning Tony was bound to throw a party today. It went about the same as most Tony Stark parties go; a lot of schmoozing until most guests left and the team could actually let loose.

You let a little looser than normal at the after party. After the mission required you to pretend to be married to Bucky, you felt like you deserved it. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him, especially when he insisted on walking you to your room after the party.

In a last ditch effort to avoid any drunk escapades, you asked him to take you to McDonald's instead of your room.

"Please Bucky?" You asked, drawing out the words and adding a small pout for good measure. "I just want a McFlurry and some fries! Please!"

"Sure, doll. We can go to McDonald's." You jumped up and down clapping, hugging him as you praised him for being so kind.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the nicest, most perfect man to ever live. Let's gooooo!!" He smiled at your antics, leading you to one of the many cars Tony kept stocked, not quite trusting you to ride a motorcycle at the moment.

After getting the food, the two of you ate together in the car. You, of course, insisting he try dipping the fries in the ice cream.

Reluctantly, he admitted it wasn't that bad before driving the two of you home. He dropped you off at your door, receiving a whispered "thank you" and a quick kiss to the cheek from you.

He smiled at the memory before walking inside. He found you in a booth toward the back, unsurprisingly dipping fries into your ice cream

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." You didn't even look up when he started speaking, choosing instead to study the m&ms in your dessert. "Really. It was a stupid bet. Hell, I didn't even want to do it, but then that punk and birdman teamed up against me and I couldn't let them do it without me! It would've killed me to know one of them kissed you. It was so stupid and I should've just shut it down. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more than that." He trailed off, waiting for you to say something.

You gestured to the seat across from you, pushing some fries toward him. "It was a stupid bet."

You waited until his mouth was full before asking "Why would it have killed you?" Watching him nearly choke on his fries was oddly satisfying.

"What?" He tried to deflect the question. You shook your head, passing him a napkin.

"You said it would have killed you to know one of them kissed me. Why?" You looked him in the eye as you ate another fry.

"Well, you see, I... um, maybe have um... feelings." It was his turn to stare intently at the m&ms. He mumbled a quick "get yourself together" under his breath before continuing. "I like you. Hell, I think I love you. I don't know when it started, but suddenly you are all I can think about. I worry about you constantly when your on a mission without me, even though I know you can take care of yourself. I see little things that remind me of you everywhere. Like yesterday, I saw a buttercup on the side of the road and I couldn't stop thinking about the time you spent a good twenty minutes ranting about how spring is the worst season."

Suddenly, you were on a tangent. "Because it is! It's always raining, it's muggy, it's always freezing in the morning and way too hot in the afternoon so you have to carry all these extra layers-"

"I love you. That's why it would've killed me. I don't even want to think about you with another-"

It was your turn to cut him off, doing so by leaning across the small table to kiss him. It was quick, but you still felt fireworks.

"I love you too." Your words were sweet, but shifted when you said the rest of your sentence. "I just have one more question." The smirk on your face made him nervous, but he was more than willing to answer anything.

"What do you get for winning?"

After talking with Bucky, you texted Nat and Wanda to let them know you were okay and the two of you were headed back to the compound. You beat everyone else back, but decided to wait for them in the common area.

Steve and Sam came in with their heads low, struggling to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We never should have made that bet." Steve started, aware of all the eyes on him.

"Me too. It was stupid and thoughtless." Sam added on.

"It was, but you are forgiven." You reached for Bucky's hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bucky told me the winner of your little bet gets to pick the music for all forms of travel on the next three missions." You grinned at their confused expressions. "Bucky, being the winner, has so graciously bestowed that gift to me now. Get ready boys. I'm talking High School Musical. Hamilton. I'll have the two of you singing Taylor Swift in the shower." You, along with the rest of the team, laughed at their expense. Their grim expressions had you smiling, "oh please, I know you secretly love it!"

"Now, I have to go to bed. I have a date tomorrow." You winked at Bucky before sauntering off down the hall, the cheers of your teammates following you.

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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Hey Daddy - Bucky Barnes

a/n: so this one is a little more... lighthearted? idk but it was based on THIS request!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

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You totally forgot Peter would have his friends over for the night, so you’re slightly surprised when you find him with Ned and MJ in the kitchen, but it’s a pleasant one. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, being the youngest of the adults in the tower, you developed a great friendship with the youngster and his friends.

“Oh, hello guys! Good to see you again!” you beam at the three of them, Ned greeting you with a little wave and a stunned smile on his face. Peter has recently revealed that Ned might have a tiny crush on you, which you find cute. Though you’re more than a decade older than him, you find it endearing he is crushing on you out of all the amazing women on the team.

MJ nods in your way as she munches on her sandwich, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she is annoyed by you judging by the look on her face, but you’ve learned by now that this is her default expression, almost a happy one.

“Hi Y/N!” Peter greets you smiling. “How was your day?” he asks lightly. He is such a good kid, knows his manners and cares so much for others. The men in the tower like to tease him about his soft behavior, but you think it’s such a great trait.

“A little tiring. Training kicked my ass today, but it was fine. What are you guys up to?” you ask, grabbing yourself a canned soda from the fridge.

“MJ wants to play truth or dare, but only because she wants to make us do embarrassing stuff,” Peter huffs looking at the girl who just smiles with a shrug.

“Oh, I love that game! Used to play it a lot at parties too!” you smirk, remembering the times you played with your friends in the basement of your mom’s house.

“You want to play with us?” MJ offers.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all!” Peter smiles, happy to have another person join their little group. Glancing at Ned you see that he is now blushing, the tip of his ears turning red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Poor kid will have to learn how to function around women sooner or later.

The game starts out quite innocent, it’s not even the wild version where you’re drinking, though it popped into your head to pour yourself some wine. But then you decided to keep it PG rated for the kids’ sake.

But as more and more rounds go down, the tasks and questions are getting a little… spicy. When MJ turns to you and asks you the question of the game and you answer before you could even think about it, you know you are in trouble.

“Dare,” you answer and want to take it back right away, but you don’t want to look like such a pussy. But then MJ smirks at you devilishly and you consider just walking out before she ruins your whole life.

“Alright, text all the other Avengers ‘Hey Daddy’ and read the responses out loud.”

The boys gasp as you press your lips into a thin line, knowing well it won’t end good on your side. Especially because there is one person whose response you would rather not read out loud.

You’ve been close to Bucky since day one and though you both were a little ignorant towards your feelings, a few months ago you finally moved your relationship a little further than just being friends. However you both agreed it’s better kept as a secret, at least until you figure out where you really want to head together as a couple.

Now, if you text that message to Bucky there’s no way he won’t write back something that would bust your asses right away, but you can’t back out now, you can only hope he is busy doing something else and won’t pay attention to his phone.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you lean onto the kitchen island as the kids start cheering for you being a badass and accepting the task.

“Just hey daddy, that’s all?” you ask as you open your contacts.

“Maybe add a winking face,” Ned suggests and you shoot him a glare that immediately turns his face red as he shuts his mouth.

“The winking face is a good idea,” MJ nods.

“Thanks, Ned,” you mumble under your breath as you start opening the text threads, sending them all the same message. Tony, Nat, Steve, Banner, Clint, Sam, Strange, even Rhodey and at the end of the list… Bucky.

“And what, now we wait?” Peter asks.

“Place the phone here so we see when you get a reply and you’ll read them, we can move on until then,” MJ tells you, bossing you around like you’re not even a highly trained special agent who could take her out in a blink of an eye.

The first reply comes from Nat who just asks if you’re drunk. Then comes Banner, who sounds offended that you think he could be your father, totally missing the point of the text. Tony teases you about always knowing you had a thing for him, Steve kindly tells you he only sees you as a sister, Clint just reads the text and doesn’t reply. Sam just sends a simple “control yourself” message back while Strange threatens you to block you if you send another text like this again. Rhodey doesn’t even reads it.

You start to feel relieved when about twenty minutes pass by and no reply comes from Bucky. The game moves on and you almost start to forget about the whole task when your phone lights up again and your breathing hitches when you see Bucky’s name appear on the screen.

“Oh, another reply!” MJ beams as she urges you to unlock the phone and read the reply. When you do so and see his text, you almost just hop off the stool and run out of the kitchen. You consider saying something else, pretending like he didn’t write what he did, but MJ doesn’t take the bullshit and her patience runs short so she simply snatches your phone out of your hand and reads the text herself.

“I specifically remember you saying you’re not into that stuff. What else are you keeping from me about our sex life?”

You let out a long and tired sigh as the room falls silent and they all just stare at you in confusion before MJ slowly slides the phone back to you.

“Our sex life? There’s… there’s a you and Bucky?” Peter asks quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. An anxious chuckle slips from between your lips as you try to find a way to get yourself out of this massive trouble, but nothing comes to your mind. You’ve fought aliens, assassins, you were captured, tortured, went on a hundred mission in your life, yet now three kids defeated you with a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, um… It’s a funny story, you know—I don’t… fuck,” you mumble, scratching the back of your neck.

“Are you like… together or is it just a friends with benefits thing?” MJ question, shooting you a curious look.

You don’t get to answer, because just as you are about to open your mouth, the man in talk walks in, a puzzled look on his face, phone in his hand, probably still dwelling on your latest message. His eyes spot you first, but then he realizes that you’re not alone and he freezes. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like Peter or his friends, he just feels so far away from people these days, let alone teenagers who are about a century younger than him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, slowly walking closer to you. “Hello guys,” he murmurs shyly, trying to put the picture together as his eyes fall back to you and he sees how uncomfortable you are. Before he could get another word out, MJ speaks up and just as always, her raw style doesn’t disappoint any of you.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is not really into the Daddy stuff.”

You almost choke on your own breath as you turn to shoot her a glare, your hand moving to grab Bucky’s arm gently, sensing him growing more and more anxious with each second.

“MJ, I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is the right person to joke around with,” Ned mumbles, avoiding to even look at Bucky as you let out an airy chuckle.

“G-Girlfriend? We are not—“ Bucky starts, but you cut him off.

“No use to deny, Buck. They know it.”

Bucky huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before he moves closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this small little gesture makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

“Is there any chance this could stay between us, kids?” you ask with a charming smile, turning to the three troublemakers.

“I don’t know, what do we get out of keeping it a secret?” Peter purses his lips, pretending to have the higher ground, but you already know what’s about to come.

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaps to the counter top as he shoots a death glare over to the poor kid and though he definitely looks like he is ready to kill any moment, you know that it’s all just an act.

“How about I don’t rip your guts out, kid? That enough?” Bucky growls and while all three of them take a step back with wide eyes and dry throats, you just shake your head chuckling, placing a hand to his hard chest.

“Buck, no need to go all winter soldier on them. They’ll keep our secret, right?” you ask with an innocent smile and all three of them start nodding wildly, as if they just saw a ghost.

Seeing their reaction you realize it’s better if the game ends here and you let them be on their own. You thank for the fun time before grabbing Bucky’s arm and pull him out of the kitchen, heading up to your rooms.

“You shouldn’t have scared them that badly, Buck,” you scold him, but you still actually find it kind of funny, seeing their pale faces and fearful eyes at your boyfriend’s tough guy act.

“Well, they scare me too sometimes,” he mumbles shrugging. “Especially that MJ girl… she is just… weird.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, a six feet tall super soldier with a metal arm being scared of a teenage girl with a big mouth, that’s quite an interesting concept.

“Hey,” you stop him before the two of you would part in the hallway. He turns back and his blue eyes soften on you. “Do you want to… sneak into my room?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip as you smirk up at him, sliding a hand up his chest, cupping his cheek in your palm. “We could have some fun… Daddy.”

“Wait, are you really into the daddy stuff?” he asks with wide eyes, making you cackle with your head falling back.

“Just shut up and come to my room,” you chuckle, pressing your lips against his as you pull him into your bedroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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You just need to feel it

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst

Summary: Being hidden away from the Avengers definitely brings curiosity when you are accidently discovered by one of them.

Word count: 5.6k

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Being one of the most rich people in the world daughter, definitely has its own benefits along with flaws, one of them being that when people heard your surname they instantly think you are the most spoiled kid on earth, when in reality you practically don't even know your parents.

People think you overexaggerate, like how can you not know your parents? But it's the truth, at a young age you have been practically given up to Tony Stark, he is intelligent and has his weakness when it comes to sponsoring his businesses to which your parents agreed to with one condition.

That Tony takes you as they never had time in the world to babysit you, so Tony became the father figure you always lacked. He taught you many things along with his passion of building, with each lesson you become better which is why you are currently working for Tony.

You practically have the same knowledge as him so when he is busy or needs another person's perspective he asks you to help and you do it with gratefulness.

When your parents noticed that you are starting to become a potential, they asked Tony to keep you discreet but would regularly check up on you, not that they would even try to interact with you but you didn't really care.

You were fine with Tony being the only father figure, soon when Pepper came into Tony's life, she was like the mother you always dreamed off, she always supported you and loved spending time with you when Tony was busy with his meetings.

Since you were stuck in the same place at all the times, you wanted to explore but you were forbidden from doing so, you knew no one could find out about you or Tony could get into big trouble with your parents.

You heard of the Avengers and their work, but you and Tony were behind the inventions so they could succeed against enemies three times their size.

It would've been one of those days where Tony would disappear from the team and spend some of his time with you, catching up or helping you with studying.

You was sat at your desk, the room was connected to the lab where you and Tony would come up with creations, the lab had a window that was tinted so only the person inside could see outside of it which was useful, as you could watch people walk past and no one would know you are even there.

The room of course was filled with things that could never bore you but it did bore you. You couldn't leave anywhere because if there was a picture leaked, your parents would be furious, so you were basically locked like Rapunzel but you couldn't escape.

"How are you, kid?" Tony asked as he walked inside the room, taking a double look in the hall to make sure no one saw him.

You nodded as you looked at him "Like any person who is locked inside a room their whole life"

He laughed a little as he made his way towards you "I'm sure it is very entertaining"

"Yeah, I'm so entertained as you can see" You pointed towards your books.

He sat on the desk as he leaned over to see what you were studying "Biology? What's so fascinating about that?"

You rolled your eyes, you would think someone like Tony would be somewhat interested in facts about science "It's interesting, like the human body has 12 systems. Don't tell me this isn't impressive?"

He smiled at you "You need another hobby, kiddo"

You playfully rolled your eyes "And you need to let me explore this building"

His smile fell a little, he knew that this is inhumane to keep you in a room locked and no one could find out about you "Under different circumstances, that would be possible"

You stood up from the chair as you kept your gaze on him "I know, it's okay though, as long as you keep hanging around I'm sure I will be fine"

He nodded slightly with a sad smile "If it only was up to me, you would be able to just walk freely"

"I don't understand, why don't they just let you adopt me, they barely even talk to me, you have been more of a parent to me than they ever were"

He looked at you, he always cared about you, even if you weren't his daughter by blood, he always considered you as one along with Pepper "I wonder that as well.."

The silence started to settle but he cleared his throat, throwing one of his famous smiles and pulling you into him with his hand over your shoulder as he walked towards the lab "I started to come up with this prototype and then I noticed something and I wanted to ask you about it"

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The time with him went by so quickly, he didn't even notice that he was gone for so long, he gave you a hug which was something that was so foreign to you until he took you, you still wasn't used to it especially since you barely received them but you grew fond of them.

The team started to get suspicious of Tony's disappearances, at first they thought he was sneaking off to see Pepper but that went out of the window when she walked into the Avengers tower and asked about him, indicating that she had no clue where he was.

They wanted to find out what he has been doing all that time, they checked every room they could possibly think off, but it came back short. They even asked Friday but that programmed thing always gave the same answer 'It's confidential' which only just fuelled the team.

Correction; Most of the team, by most that was Sam, Bucky, Thor and Natasha and the rest didn't really care until the four never came up with any explanation to why Tony had to disappear.

Steve only took interest when Sam really insisted and came up with some theory that Tony has a second woman on the side with a whole family, obviously there was no evidence to support that.

"I still think Wanda should look into his head" Thor came back with some sort of drink in his hand as he reclaimed his seat.

There was a slight laugh "There is no way I'm doing that, I respect that man too much, you guys are on your own"

All of them looked towards Wanda who heard Thor and they just sighed knowing that she won't do it, no matter how much they would beg.

"Natasha is a spy, can't she like follow Tony one day and just see where he always wonders off to?" Wanda asked as she sat down next to Steve who was scribbling something down on his notepad.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other with a slight smirk as they both looked at Natasha, who already knew that there would be no way out of this "Natashaaaaa..." Sam dragged her name out in an attempt to get to her " The witch is right, just follow him, you are like a super sneaky spy."

Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor spoke up again after taking a sip of his drink "That could save us a lot of time"

Natasha looked at Wanda who had a small smirk across her lips "You welcome" The witch mouthed which caused a glare to be thrown her way from the Russian.

She eventually agreed, especially when they would follow her everywhere, annoying her until she would crack. The famous black widow for once didn't threaten her team mates since she was as curious as them.

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She has been following Tony all day, sneaking around, hanging from the ceiling and just watching his every move, she was close to giving up but that's when she noticed a door appear from the wall, from the outside it looked like any wall but that's where you would be with Tony all the time.

Tony looked around and walked inside and then the door disappeared. Natasha, feeling of satisfaction washed over her, had a smirk across her lips, finally that's where he has been hiding all this time.

She expected, some embarrassing place where Tony stored away his secrets that she could tease him about, so when he walked out again couple minutes after, she took the opportunity and snuck inside the room.

She was slightly disappointed when she just found a lab but her eyes caught a movement from the opened door, across from where she was, she quietly made her way there as she looked around. It was just a bedroom with a lot of fun stuff.

She observed you as you was sat on your bed with a book in hand so she decided to speak up "Now who can you be, gorgeous?"

Natasha never failed to notice how attractive you were, the way your hair would be pushed behind the both of your ears, in her eyes you looked young but old enough.

You jumped up from the unfamiliar voice, eyes fixated at the redhead in front, you knew this was bad, she shouldn't be here and now that she has seen you, this will only be a big problem.

Just like you jinxed Tony walked in and his eyes widen at the sight of the redhead "Romanoff what the hell are you doing here?"

She eagerly span on her hill as she faced him with a smirk "So that's where you have been hiding out"

"How did you even get in?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, you looked clueless as well.

"The door closes too slow, I just walked in. But who is that?" Natasha simply explained but her attention changed towards you with a smile.

He stood in front of her as he covered you "That's not your business, you shouldn't even be here-"

Natasha walked around, making her way towards you as she extended her hand towards you "I'm Natasha but you can call me Nat, sweetheart"

Her attempt at flirting with you only irritated Tony "Romanoff, I swear if you don't take a step back from her, you'll regret it" He tried to stick to his threat but Natasha knew him too well.

You looked at Tony "Dad, does that mean am I in trouble?"

Natasha's eyes widen as she repeated what you said "Dad?!"

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at you with a small smile "Of course not" His eyes darted back to Natasha "But she will be"

You would be lying if you didn't think that some of the Avengers were pretty good looking, you never was in a relationship for obvious reasons but there would be times you would imagine yourself in one, not that you knew much about them but the films and books seem to give you some sort of an idea.

Natasha mumbled as her eyes narrowed "Maybe Sam was right about you having a secret family"

"Secret family? Have you guys been creating some sort of theories about me? What the hell are you guys doing?" He sounded more than irritated.

"Does Pepper know about you having a secret daughter?" She asked with her arms crossed.

Natasha might have been viewed at scary and unlovable for not more than her body but that doesn't mean she didn't have her own view on some subjects, she just never voiced them.

"She knows-" He paused as he huffed from irritation "I don't have to explain myself to you"

You watched as your eyes darted from one to another as they spoke so you decided to interrupt them "I'm trying to read..."

Natasha's gaze fell on you, she had a small smirk playing across her lips "You know that bed looks more than comfortable-"

"Out!" Tony shouted over Natasha as he pointed towards the exit, she finally given in and with a smirk she walked out and Tony followed but not before he sent you an apologetic look.

They both made it to a private room, out of hearing from anyone. Tony leaned on the door as Natasha stood not far from him, he sighed with a defeated look "Can you keep this to yourself? I will pay you or something"

The redhead with a hint of genuine emotion "You don't have to pay me, I will keep this to myself you don't have to worry but"

He dread that 'but', he knew there was a catch, Natasha continued "Who is that?"

He pushed himself off the door and sat on the table as he looked at Natasha "It's not my place to say, but her parents decided to give her to me and here she is, no one can know so just make up a lie or something"

He seems upset in a way and just like that walked out of the room and went back to you, Natasha's eyes followed him as she felt a little guilty for invading his privacy.

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Everyone from the team apart from Tony were waiting for Natasha to return with some hopeful news. She wasn't expecting literally everyone to be tuned in.

She was taken back as she made it into the living room, they were waiting with excitement written all over their faces "So?" one of them spoke up.

The redhead crossed her arms as she raised her eyebrows perfectly "You guys just sat here and waited for me to come back?"

They shrugged and just said 'yes' which just made Natasha shake her head at their nosiness "Well I found nothing, he was busy with his meetings all day." She paused as they all groaned "Maybe there literally is nothing"

Wanda tilted her head at Natasha, she knew she had an advantage over the team, especially if they tried to lie, so when Natasha excused herself the witch took the opportunity to follow her.

"Wait up, Natasha" Wanda spoke from behind her as she caught up to her.

She turned to face Wanda as she raised her brows at her "What's up?"

Wanda looked around and with a swift motion, pushed them both into a room that wasn't familiar, from the sudden move it caused Natasha to slightly gasp from shock as this wasn't what she expected.

"What the hell Wanda!"

Wanda looked with an innocent smile "Sorry, I just wanted to be out of range of everyone"

"Why?" Natasha simply asked, not sure to why Wanda suddenly wants to talk.

"What did you find out?" The witch didn't beat around the bush, she came out with it straight away.

"I'm not sure what you are referring to?" The Russian tried to play dumb.

Wanda rolled her eyes "You might be able to fool them but remember I can still read your mind"

Natasha sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned on a little table that was behind her "Not much, there is hidden room where he keeps some girl who claims to be his daughter, the thing is that is definitely not his daughter. You can't say anything, he asked me not to and I'm only telling you because I don't want you to go inside my head"

Wanda liked the fact that she was somewhat feared by the Widow, she powerful but she would never try to hurt her team mates; scrap that, her family so she just nodded.

"We have a new addition!" Wanda clapped her in excitement "If you need help or anything, I'm here"

Natasha smiled at the witch and nodded and thanked the witch, they both went back to what they were doing; Natasha coming up with a way to find out more about you and Wanda went back to pity the boys.

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It was one of those days for the team, where there would be no missions as Stark had a lot of business stuff to take care off with his company. He needed someone to keep an eye out for you, he would've asked Pepper but she was busy for that day so the only person that popped in his head was Natasha.

He walked into the area where everyone had their own get together to just relax after a chaotic week, he spotted the redhead sipping on beer "Looks like everyone is getting comfortable today"

They looked at Tony who was in a suit rather than something more comfortable "Shame you can't spend it with us" Steve spoke first, he was the only one who wasn't exactly drunk but he wasn't sober either.

Tony shook his head as he smiled "Well, nothing I can do unfortunately. Which reminds me, Romanoff I have a mission for you actually"

The team groaned at his words, Natasha was really liked as she would be able to drink so much and not get drunk, she would barely even reach the drunk state, so having her attend a mission made the team a little moody.

She nodded as she finished off her beer and stood up to follow Tony, she remembered not having any missions, she always double checks so she is never behind anything.

"What mission?" Those were the only words that left the Russian.

Tony sighed, knowing that this is the only way out "I need you to keep an eye out on that room"

The redhead crossed her arms as she listened to him "What do you want me do?"

He handed her a card "I want you to be causation, in case something happens and I'm not here. Do not go in there and disturb her, she has some stuff to do"

Natasha nodded as she looked down at the card "This is to open the door?"

He nodded and smiled at Natasha as he reached for her shoulder and squeezed it "Good luck"

Natasha watched Tony disappear and sighed, she never was the one to break rules but she really wanted to hang out with you, there was something about you that pulled her in and there wasn't a waking second that she wouldn't want to spend with you.

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The Russian did as she was told, she kept an eye out for the room and observed it in a distance to make sure that everything was okay, it was quite boring, but she had her phone to occupy her time, she received some messages from Steve and Sam, showing her what she was 'missing'.

She was going to reply until she heard footsteps, she peaked and saw you with a hood up, waiting for the elevator to come, she smirked as she leaned on the door frame "Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"

You didn't jump this time, you looked over at her and rolled your eyes as you whispered "Are you stalking me or something?"

The Russian crossed her arms, she knew what to do "Wouldn't you like to know!"

You raised your brows at her shouting, it would attract attention of people close by, meaning you would be spotted, so you marched your way towards her as you walked inside where she was camping out to hide.

"Can't you be quiet?" The way you spoke to her as if you knew her would straight away be a death wish for you but somehow you wasn't scared of her.

She looked out to see if anyone was coming and closed the door behind, trapping you inside with her "I could've been if you were nicer"

You sighed defeatedly as you looked down "Right, I'm sorry.." by the time you were done speaking, you looked up at her as she was analysing you.

"Where were you going to go?" She asked with no hesitation in her tone, she was a little different to the people you met, she wanted to find out why you did what you did rather than punish you straight away.

"I wanted to just leave that room, I never have the chance to do that and I thought today was my chance but" You paused as you eyed her "Clearly not"

The redhead felt hot as you eyed her but she hid it well "Okay, come with me"

You raised your brows at her but smiled as you put your hood up and you followed her like a puppy, you didn't know the place and if the worlds most deadly assassin was going to take you around, you knew it would be best to stick with her.

The two of you made it to the roof top, you never went anywhere your whole life, always stuck in that room or met your parents in some plain white meeting room to discuss what would be best for you.

As you stood near the door, you looked around to see the city and how beautiful it was, it was the first time you saw anything that pretty, usually you would only stare at one view from your room and that eventually got boring.

The Russian chuckled at you and made her way towards the edge of the building, placing herself on the floor, you did join her but sat a little further away from the edge.

You looked down and saw multiple cars go by but from far they looked like toys, the way you observed everything melted Natasha's heart, she never witnessed anyone being so happy whilst looking down a huge tall building.

Natasha shook her head a little with a small smile which caught your attention "What you smiling at?"

She looked at you with the same smile "I never seen someone be so happy whilst looking down to potential death" She teased a little.

You looked away from her and bluntly responded "If you were locked inside a room for your whole life, things like this would amuse you as well"

There was a pause in between, the Russian tried to come up with something to say without wanting to invade your privacy "How did you not go insane?"

You laid down on your back as you stared at the stars above "Hope"

You replied with one word which only interested Natasha even more "Hope for what?"

"For this.." You pointed up at the sky and she understood. You hoped one day you'll be able to just walk around.

She took a deep breath as she laid next to you and looked at your side profile "Why are you not allowed to leave that room?"

You looked at her, meeting her eyes trying to embed into your memory the way her eyes looked at you "Because that's my life"

"Surely Tony wouldn't be this cruel to not let you leave his side" She spoke trying to crack you a little bit more.

You chuckled "No, Tony is the best father figure you could ask for. It's just that my parents have a tight hold over him and if I mess that up, they will literally lock in inside a prison or something"

Natasha's eyes never left your face, it was like she was in some trance "So Tony isn't your biological dad?" The redhead asked, she knew that he wasn't but she wanted to know more from you.

You shook your head from side to side "I wish, he has been more of a parent to me than my own ever were"

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" Natasha stated softly, making sure you didn't think she was forcing you.

You gave her a smile "I know, but you seem like you want to know unlike everyone else"

She frown at your answer "What do you mean? People don't listen to you?"

You shook your head "Nope, no one cares either"

"I do" It was the most quietest 'I do' you ever heard.

"You are the only one"

She was quiet as she was processing your words, so you continued "My parent's never actually cared about me, but I don't really care, what I care is that they locked me and don't allow me to do whatever I want"

"You talk about your parents as if they are really powerful, who are they?" She asked curiously, not to be nosy but to know more about you.

You looked away, scared about the judgement from her "My name is Y/n Y/l/n"

She looked at you with disbelief "So you're the spoiled kid of the Y/l/n family?" She asked with a surprised tone.

You knew this would happen, the news never shut up about you and your weird disappearance so you nodded and she sat up from the disbelief "That's bullshit, you don't seem to be spoiled"

You raised your eyebrows at her "Am I not? Have you not seen my room?"

She rolled her eyes "Well do you expect to be locked in a room with just a bed and couple books? I think that's a reasonable room for someone who has been forced to stay in it"

You sat up as you listen to her defend you as if she knew you, so you simply smiled "Thank you"

She looked at you as her emotions were quick to cool down "For what?"

"For taking me here and listening to me, I never had friends before, to be fair I never met anyone near my age" You nervously played with your fingers as you admitted it to her.

She smiled as she stood up and extended her hand towards you so she can help you stand up "Well we aren't done.. that's if you still want to hang with me"

You took her hand as she pulled you up "Please, anything to not spend another minute in that room"

She smiled as the both of you slowly started to walk towards the exit of the roof "If you want, there is a small get together with the Avengers, we can tag along with them"

You looked at her side profile this time, if you didn't have to reply to her, you would most likely be speechless by her beauty "Do you think they will know who I am?"

She waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry, I will put them back in their place if they say anything rude"

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And that's how it started, you both attended the get together, you met wonderful people and for the first time in your life you tried alcohol. The team was more than happy to have you in their circle and shortly they learnt who you were, it wasn't possible to hide anything from them plus you were on the news practically all the time but they never judged you but more opposite, they loved you.

Thor even called you Lady Y/n and you really liked it, they treated you like any other person and you could've been more grateful for that, Natasha walked you to your room and stayed until you fell asleep, she stayed to ensure that you would actually fall asleep but also to watch as you slowly relaxed every muscle in your body.

From that moment, she only started to fall for you even more, the more you opened up the more she was in awe at how brave you had become but it was the moment when you stood up to your parents in front of her that she realised she really likes you.

It was one of those days where she sneaked inside your room and you loved it, the two of you would spend time watching movies that she loved and movies that you loved, or watch movies the both of you hated and just made comments on it.

You gotten comfortable around Natasha and she respected you like you respected her, you wasn't sure whether what you felt was friendly or romantic, your heart would always skip a beat when her arm would brush against yours or when she laughed so hard at something you said and she gripped your arm or hand it just made you miss her touch after.

"I don't understand why they even go towards that stupid sound, I would turn around and just walk off" You commented as you were irritated at the scene on the TV.

The Russian chuckled slightly "That's because you are a wuss, of course you would run away"

You rolled your eyes at her as you looked over "Please, as if you wouldn't. Just because you are THE Black Widow, it doesn't make you less of a human"

She looked over at you curiously "So you're saying everyone would be scared?"

You nodded confidently "Oh for sure, if someone just barged inside here, you would jump for sure"

And that's what happened, someone DID barge in but it was someone you didn't expect, the way you gripped onto Natasha's body as if she would somehow make it disappear and the way Natasha held onto you as if she could make that disappear was more adorable.

"Y/n Y/l/n! What do you think you're doing!" The voice spoke that was familiar yet at the time not really.

You felt a blush across your cheeks as you realised you were still holding into Natasha, you let her go and looked at her, she had a slight blush as well but she quickly looked away from you to mask the blush.

You stood up from your bed and walked over to where the voice was, it was your mother, she stood there with her arms crossed and that's when Natasha came out from behind you, she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at the woman.

Your mother held the phone out as it displayed your newly social media "I don't see what's wrong Mother"

She huffed "You are unimageable disrespectful!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows at her, she understood what you meant now but you continued "No, I'm being respectful, it's you who barged into this room throwing a fit over a picture"

"You are doing this on purpose, you are trying to ruin our imagine! You must delete that now, this is unacceptable" She looked at the phone and at the picture, it was you with the team, the next picture was with Natasha as she leaned on your shoulder and made a cute little kissy pose.

You shook your head "No" it was all you said which caught Natasha off guard but she felt proud, so there was a smug smile across her lips as she observed the woman in front of her.

"Unbelievable" She paused as the redhead finally caught her eye so she pointed towards her "You are the one who corrupted my daughter"

Natasha's smile was gone as those words left her mouth so she decided to speak up "If she was your daughter you would treat her better"

You looked over at Natasha, the way her gaze was on your mother so firmly, make your stomach do flips "She never corrupted me, she was always here for me" She looked down at you with a smile that met her eyes, you looked at your mother "Unlike you or Father"

Her mouth dropped opened at your words, she never expected you to ever talk to her like that, so you continued "I'm old enough to decide for myself, so I'm no longer your daughter but Tony's, he adopted me and I will happily call him my dad and Pepper my mom, they deserve those names so if you don't like it, leave the same way you came in"

She was boiling inside as Natasha chuckled at her expression, she huffed and walked out not saying anything back, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you was holding and turned to face Natasha, a squeak came out of your mouth as you jumped into Natasha's arms.

She held you so tightly but you quickly pulled away realising what you did, you were still in her arms but just facing her "Oh god! This is bad, she will take revenge"

Natasha's voice always seemed to calm you "Hey, hey. She won't do that, Tony won't let that happen and frankly I won't either"

You always seem to be oblivious to Natasha's feelings towards you, she wasn't very open with them which is what caused your obliviousness. The both of you were scared of rejection but something with the way Natasha comforted you and held you tight against her, making you look down at her lips.

She caught on and with every courage that was left in her body, she leaned closer, before her lips reached yours you looked into her eyes "Thank you Talia"

She smiled as she kissed you, she finally did what she always wanted to do, she felt as if there was fireworks going off, the way butterflies would grow just at the touch of your lips, she loved it and she was intoxicated.

You were the first to pull away, resting your forehead against hers "I like it when you call me that"

A grin broke out on your face "Talia, Talia, Talia-"

She kissed you again, this time with hunger as she backed you into a wall, you tangled your hands into her hair as you matched her pace in the kiss.

Even if it wasn't long since you knew each other, the want and the need was stronger than self control for Natasha, especially when you did things like this.

"You really don't want to walk tomorrow" The way her voice was low and her eyes would fill with lust just at you teasing.

"I'm not sure I understand what that means"

Natasha smirked as her lips made their way towards your ear "You don't have to.."

"You just need to feel it" her lips latched onto your skin within seconds, causing a moan to escape your lips.

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Without me - Chapter 1

The one where Bucky Barnes is the infamous artistic fuckboy, breaking hearts all over campus until one day, fucking random girls isn’t enough anymore.

Bucky Barnes has been making a name for himself long before the new girl started uni and became roommates with his friend Natasha. He’s sure of himself and he knows what he wants so there’s no doubt in his mind that once he makes a move, she’ll give in to him. It just so happens that she’s not the type to sleep with people she doesn’t know, and since he’s not looking for a relationship, where does that leave them?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You okay?” I turned around to meet Natasha’s eyes. She was frowning, clearly worried about me, but I gave her a smile in hopes to ease her worries. There was nothing wrong with me, even though nothing felt really right in this situation.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me! Go have fun with your friends, I’ll be alright!” My new roommate rolled her eyes, coming closer to me and offering one of the drinks she was holding.

“I’m not worried, but I’m definitely not leaving you alone after I was the one who convinced you to come to this party in the first place. Now drink, it will help to relax you.” I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t start explaining about how alcohol usually tended to make me more anxious, opting to take a little sip of the beer she had so kindly procured for me. If I drank it slowly enough, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Besides, it was still too early to let her know every little thing about me.

We sipped our drinks silently for a while, people-watching. She was probably looking for someone she knew, while I was trying to get a feel of the environment. Being the new kid wasn’t always all that fun.

“Wanda!” Nat suddenly shouted over the music, startling me. After sending me a sorry look, while I simply chuckled, she opened her arms to hug the girl who approached us excitedly. “Y/N, this is my best friend, Wanda! Wan, this is my new roommate, the one I’ve told you about.”

Wanda smiled sweetly at me, giving me a quick hug which I reciprocated as best as I could while trying to balance the drink in my hand. “You’re so pretty! Nat told me all about you, I’m so happy we’re finally getting the chance to meet you!” That made me raise an eyebrow.

“We?” Before she could even answer me, our little group was being cornered by what looked like a battalion of boys, but were actually only three. They just happened to be the most well-built guys I’d ever seen in my life. Wanda giggled at my surprised look, but Nat only rolled her eyes, carefully wrapping her arm around my shoulders so she could protect me from the newcomers.

“Listen up, you vultures. This is the roommate I’ve been telling you about. She’s new here and I don’t want any of you hitting on her tonight, okay? Let her become accustomed to you, first. Next party, you have my blessing to try your luck. Not to say I won’t warn her about you in advance.” My eyes grew wide at her words, and I couldn’t help but to laugh loudly, which in turn made most of the guys chuckle, too. “That goes especially to you, James.”

I turned to look at the man my friend was scolding, and was surprised to find one of the most attractive guys I’d ever seen looking back at me with a curious glint in his eyes. However, true to the warning my friend had emitted, he simply smirked at me, bowing jokingly before answering, “Yes, ma’am.” and just like that, he was gone.

“Seriously,” she called out my attention. “Stay away from him. Steve and Sam are nice guys, even though they’re still guys.”

“Hey!” Both men complained, which only made me laugh harder.

“Seriously. Just stay away from Bucky and you’ll be fine.” I frowned, completely confused.

“Bucky?” I asked, but she was already leaving with Wanda to freshen their drinks. Fortunately, the blond man she had introduced me to chuckled lightly and approached me so we could talk without him having to shout over the music.

“He’s the one that left. Natasha can be a bit of a drama queen, but I have to say that as far as Bucky’s concerned, you should probably try to stay away from him during parties.” Frowning, I looked up at him with even more curiosity.

“No, I gathered who Bucky was, my concern is over who the hell gives their kid that sort of name.” Steve’s eyes grew twice their size before he was throwing his head back in laughter, one of his hands coming up to hold his chest. He looked adorable as he did that, and I even saw some girls checking him out while he was too out of it to notice, but when he managed to calm himself down, all of his attention remained solely on me.

“His full name is James Buchanan Barnes. Like the president. Bucky is his nickname, he got it in preschool. I should know, I was there.” That came accompanied with a boyish wink that actually managed to make me giggle before I followed his lead and took another sip from my beer.

“You've been friends with him since preschool and you’re trying to warn me off? What a friend,” I joked, but he just shrugged.

“Well, I’m his friend, not a liar. Besides, you seem like a sweet girl. I’d hate to see what’d happen to you if you fell for Buck.” His words made me raise my eyebrows, but I didn’t know what to say. So I distracted myself with my drink again before deciding to cut the awkwardness with another joke.

“Still don’t know what kind of a person names their kid after President Buchanan,” I mumbled while finishing off my beer, making Steve laugh out loud again.

“You’re funny. Damn, Bucky’s going to like you.” He said it in such a way, it made it seem like it was over for me. I’d inevitably fall in the hands of Bucky, regardless of anything Steve himself could possibly say to warn me off.

But the strangest part was that he didn’t make it seem like Bucky had this sort of superpower that’d turn my feelings for him irrelevant when faced with his desire for me. He actually said it in a way that sounded certain of the fact that I would inevitably fall for the guy, the second it became clear that he wanted me.

“... He must really be a charmer,” was all I could think to say. By the way Steve scoffed next to me, it was clear I’d hit bull’s eye.

“Now that’s the understatement of the century.” I thought back to the handsome young man I’d briefly encountered just a few minutes before, fascinated with this view that those who knew him best seemed to have of him. Sure, he really was attractive, but there had to be something else that made him stand out amongst the dozens of cute guys in this party - Steve included.

I wouldn’t be able to figure it out by myself, but I just might learn from observation.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

It didn’t take too long after I came back to bed from the bathroom for what’s-her-name to fall asleep, leaving me free to make my escape anytime now. God, what was her name? Well, guess that’s irrelevant now.

As I was walking back to my own apartment, that feeling made its way into my chest again. Fuck no. I thought it was just a fluke, a side effect from a bad pot high. That was what I was hoping for, at least.

But apparently, I had no such luck. It really was a part of me now, something I’d have to learn how to deal with. Something that apparently would come hand in hand with my hobby of fucking random girls nightly.

What was this feeling, anyway? This cold, empty grip over my heart that was taking over my body when I left someone’s room? Could it be that I was starting to grow regretful of my actions?

Nah, I can’t see why. It still made perfect sense to me: I didn’t lead anyone on, I didn’t lie or manipulate any girl to fall into bed with me. This was not guilt. My conscience didn’t lay heavy for what I did and I didn’t feel like stopping my activities.

Instead, it just felt like they were… useless. Like despite the fact that I got to cum, not much difference could be drawn between what I usually did and simply laying in bed and jerking one off.

Fuck, it was cold. Perhaps it was seasonal depression or whatever. I really was due for a mental check any time soon, I’d promised myself long ago I’d take better care of my psychological health. Guess this was a sign to get on with it.

After a quick shower, I found myself in bed, still thinking about this feeling and the events of tonight. Maybe I was… bored? It sure sounded like it. Even though I couldn’t really say I’d slept with every girl in college, it seemed like it sometimes. Most times, I even ended up going for the ones who I’d already spent the night with, knowing that they already wanted me.

It wasn’t really all that thrilling anymore.

Perhaps that was the problem. Maybe it was time to go for someone I wouldn’t usually go for, someone who didn’t seem like my type at all. Maybe it was time to chase someone again. Maybe even go out on actual dates - although I had no idea where I would find someone who wouldn’t bore the hell out of me after five minutes of conversation.

I could confess that I’d slept with women only to get rid of the lousy-ass conversation they were trying to keep in the middle of a party. At least when they had my dick between their lips, they couldn’t speak. And when it was deep inside their pussy, all I got to hear were moans. And that’s a sound I didn’t particularly mind.

Out of nowhere, my mind drifted to the girl I’d met in the beginning of the night. Y/N, wasn’t it? If Nat had brought her to the party, it meant she liked her - and Nat wasn’t an easy person to please.

Perhaps I should give her a try. If anything, at least the possibility of pissing Natasha off added some sort of thrill to this chase. And considering what I’ve gathered of her upon that first meeting… it didn’t seem like there would be much of one at all.

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kasha-formerlydrabbletastic · 3 years

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The Whole Shebang

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Part 2, 3, 4, 5

Summary: A game of “Never Have I Ever” leads to a milestone moment for Steve.

Word Count: 4,529

Warnings: Mature readers only 18+ - minors do not interact! Sexual debut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex.

Something about his expression when Clint mentioned a game of "Never Have I Ever" was concerning; never had you seen Steve this apprehensive, never had he seemed so meek. The concept of the game was explained to him in plain detail, and with every word Natasha spoke, he seemed just that much more frightened.

"You good, Cap?" you ask as you sit next to him in the circle the team had formed, all excited and raring to go.

"Uh," he says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Okay," Natasha says, a sly smile on her face. "We're playing the ten finger version because I'm sure if we took shots, most of us would end up with killer hangovers."

With a smile, you hold up both your hands, fingers extended.

"I'll start," Clint insists. "This one's easy. Never have I ever gone skinny dipping."

With a chuckle, you put a finger down, remembering the camping trip with your friends the summer after college graduation. Thor, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and even Bruce all put a finger down too.

"Never gone skinny dipping, Clint?" you laugh, taking a sip of your drink.

He shrugs. "Never got the opportunity."

“We have a pool, you know,” Tony says. “And if you go outside, you’ll find a lake.”

“Will there also be attractive women to skinny dip with me?”

“We could definitely get someone to skinny dip with you,” Tony replies with a smirk. “According to Thor’s time on Sakaar, the Hulk likes to indulge in the occasional -”

“No,” Bruce says decidedly, shaking his head before downing a sizeable sip of his own drink.

“Well, that’s settled,” you laugh. “Okay. Never have I ever made out with a celebrity.”

Tony cringes, putting a finger down. Surprisingly, Thor does too.

The game goes on, becoming saucier with every question asked. It’s almost as if it was engineered to wheedle out the sexiest secrets among the team.

“Never have I ever had an encounter with someone of the same gender,” Bucky says, staring directly at you with a shit-eating grin.

You put a finger down. “Listen, what Natasha and I did that one time was very special and I won’t have you sullying our good names to shame us for it.”

“You did it on a dare,” Tony accuses playfully. “Okay, how many fingers does everyone have?”

Around the circle, there’s Bruce with seven, Clint with four, Natasha with two, Bucky with six, Thor with three - tied with Tony, and you with five. That leaves...

“How many, Capsicle?” Tony asks.

Steve sits with his hands on his lap, his cheeks thoroughly reddened and eyes wider than tea saucers. He clears his throat before he answers.

“Uh, well,” he begins, and he lifts his hands.

“Oh,” you say softly, surprised to see all ten of his fingers still up.

Bucky seems to regret playing the game at all, possibly having not known about his best friend’s lack of sexual prowess. Curious eyes square Steve in their sights all around, and you can already see that they’re getting ready to aim dozens of questions in his direction. You can’t say that you’re not dying to know if Steve has done anything at all, but for a second, you regret playing the game too.

“So,” Tony begins, apparently trying to figure out the most tactful way to pose his first question. “Peggy Carter... you didn’t...?”

Smooth.

“Tony,” you chide as Steve rubs a hand over his face.

“No, Tony,” Steve says. “Peggy and I didn’t.”

The room is quiet for a moment, not saying a word as the awkwardness of the realization sets in.

“So, like,” Clint starts, leaning forward in his seat. “You’ve never had sex, Cap?”

“You don’t have to answer that, Steve,” Natasha says.

“No, Nat. I’ll answer it,” Steve replies. He gets to his feet, keeping his head as high as possible given the amount of scrutiny that has befallen him. “Clint, no. I’ve never had sex. Is it really that big of a deal that I haven’t?”

“Well, kinda,” Clint says.

“No, it’s not,” you insist, putting your drink down for a moment. “He doesn’t owe an explanation to any of us, alright? It’s his business and his business only.”

The group seems to consider your statement before Thor looks up.

“I know plenty of women - and men - who would happily change that for you, if you’re interested.”

Steve throws his hands in the air, turning on his heel and walking away.

“Dammit, guys,” you mutter, hustling after Steve.

You keep him in your sights, jogging after him until he gets to the bank of elevators. He presses the call button, waiting for one with his arms crossed.

"Steve," you say as you approach, and he turns to look at you.

"Look, Y/N," he says with a shrug, "I'm sorry I ruined the good time and everything, but what do they want from me?"

"It doesn't matter what they want from you," you answer before the elevator arrives. The two of you step on as you continue, Steve pressing his floor number. "There's no shame in not being experienced, Steve. Sometimes, that's just how things happen. Some people don't get the chance, some people aren't interested in it."

"It's not that I'm not interested. I'm very interested."

A sheepish grin curls his lips as he looks down at his feet, his cheeks glowing pink with bashfulness.

"Then what's stopping you?" you chuckle, playfully nudging him with your elbow.

“A lot of things,” he replies as the elevator comes to a stop; the two of you step off, your strides slower, more casual than they were before entering. “Time, mostly. Plus it’s hard trying to find someone who sees past all the hullabaloo of the superhero thing. Not to mention, who nowadays is gonna let me live down over a century of not sleeping with anyone?”

He slows in the middle of the hallway, not yet having reached his room; he takes his time bringing his gaze to yours, but you don’t realize that he’s coming to an epiphany.

“There are a ton of people out there who won’t shame you for it,” you say. “That’s the whole thing about sex positivity nowadays, they’ve really incorporated the idea that there shouldn’t be a stigma around if you’ve even had sex. You know, there are asexual people, demisexual people... Why are you looking at me like that?"

At last, you notice his face; there's obviously something going on in his brain, you can see the cogs turning. His eyes are softly focused on you and his lips are tucked in between his teeth in thought.

"I just had an idea," he says softly, brushing his fingers through his hair.

With a smile, you reply, "Awesome! What is it?"

"Well," he begins, his bashful blush making a reappearance. "I'm trying to figure out how to word it without scaring you."

"Scaring me?" you chuckle.

"Right," he says. "Y/N, you're one of my best friends, you know. I can always trust you with anything."

"Right," you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad if my first time was with you..."

For a moment, you don't register the words, but they soon sink in, images of you and Steve in various states of undress and passion flash through your mind. At first, the thought seems awkward at best, but the longer you think about it, the more it seems to make sense.

"Is that what you want, Steve?" you ask gently, rubbing his shoulder with your hand.

"Yeah," he says, smiling hopefully. "I don't want it to be with just any random person, you know? I trust you."

You smile, too, your heart swelling with the meaning of his request. Something about it makes you feel warm, like returning home.

"We can do that," you tell him. "Whenever you're ready, we can start."

"How about now?" he asks, jabbing his thumb toward his door down the hall.

You glance at the door and, with a shrug and a smile, you follow him all the way there.

You've been in his quarters plenty of times, but something about this visit is wildly different. You'd never walked in with the intention of "getting busy" before, so your nerves tingle with sentimentality and... could it be... actual arousal? Possibly. Even as one of his best friends, you can't say that you haven't noticed his looks, his physique. The two of you had seen each other naked before, never once thinking much of it, especially the times on missions when you've had to undress and dress quickly in front of each other to maintain a disguise or get into your fighting gear.

He locks the door behind him, his hands in his pockets as he looks at you.

"Really, Y/N," he says softly. "I do appreciate this."

"No problem, Steve," you smile. "First things first, though. If you get uncomfortable or decide you don't want to keep going, tell me. I promise, I won't be mad, I won't question it, because I refuse to put you into a position you don't want to be in. You can just say stop or we can come up with a safeword, whichever you prefer."

"Safeword?" he says.

"Right, like something you wouldn't expect to use in the... act... like... a lot of people use "pineapple", but that's so cliche..."

"How about "fondue"?"

"Fondue works," you giggle.

Silence envelopes the pair of you as you study each other; his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his button-up shirt tucked into his dark jeans under a belt. He holds himself differently now, confidence and determination shining from his every pore.

The pair of you smile, each with a nervous chuckle that pours out into space between you.

"What do we do now?" he says hesitantly.

"Do you want to follow my lead?" you ask, holding your hand out for his; his fingers wrap around your hand as your palms rest against each other, and you lead him to the bed, sitting down on the bedding made with military precision.

"I trust you, Y/N," he says. "However you want to do this."

You take your role seriously, ensuring that Steve hasn't misplaced his trust. His comfort is your ultimate goal, making his first time something that wouldn't scar him for life.

You lean in, angling your head up to meet his, and he follows suit; your lips meet with an unexpected spark, his soft as rose petals as they brush yours. He seems well-versed enough in kissing as he parts his lips, the warmth of his mouth inviting you in.

In a few short moments, he is comfortable enough to slip his tongue between your lips. It touches yours, the taste of Bourbon dancing over your tastebuds as you engage in the same. He knows exactly how to kiss you, his hand curling around the back of your head as he brings you in.

After a few minutes, your instinct is to climb into his lap and, slowly, you move to lift your leg. He seems receptive to your movement, allowing you to straddle his thighs as his hands move to your waist. Your hands cradle his head as the kiss deepens, pulling him against you as gently as possible. His arms curl further around you, his hands flat on your back before they travel down to your hips.

You chuckle into his mouth at his enthusiasm.

"What?" he says, seemingly alarmed. He pulls back, removing his hands from your body. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all," you say, gently clasping his hands as you bring them back to your hips.

"Why'd you laugh?"

"I just like what you did, that's all."

He seems relieved, the tension melting from his muscles as he tilts his head up, catching his mouth on yours once more.

His fingertips press into your flesh, seeming to scoot the fabric of your shirt up.

"Can I?" he asks softly against your jaw between kisses.

"Of course," you say.

You pull back, raising your arms as you allow him to pull your shirt overhead. He tosses the garment onto the bed behind him, taking a moment to take in your form. He studies your shape, eyes roving from your eyes down over your neck, your chest, your tummy... He smiles before pressing his lips to your neck.

"Mmm," you hum, indulging in the tingles he trails along your shoulder.

His fingertips brush your skin as he slips your bra strap off your shoulder, his lips following the same trail before his hands meet behind your back. He pulls back to look up into your face as his fingers begin to work on the clasp of your bra. At first, he seems confident, sure that he knows exactly what he's doing, but as the seconds pass, his expression morphs into slight frustration, and you have to keep from giggling.

"What, is there a combination for this thing that I'm not getting?" he says, giving up on the bra as his hands drop to the bed.

"Watch," you say, sliding off his lap and facing away from him; you reach behind your back, slowly pressing the clasp until it unhooks itself, hoping that Steve saw what happened. "Got it?"

You turn to look at him, holding your bra to your breasts for the moment.

"I might need more practice with that," he says bashfully.

"Don't worry," you grin. "We'll just do what I made my friend do in junior high when he wanted to learn how to take off bras."

"And what was that?"

"Well, we took one of his mom's bras and put it on this massive teddy bear and he just went to town until he could do it one-handed."

Steve giggles. "I'll see if we can get a giant teddy bear, then."

You smile, letting your hands drop as you bring the bra away from your body. Steve's gaze drops, seemingly out of instinct, and his eyes widen the moment they see your bare tits. At once, he looks away.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he says immediately.

"Don't be," you reply gently, reaching for one of his hands. "That's the point, Steve. You're allowed to look at any part of me you want right now."

He looks into your eyes, curious and timid as you bring his hand to your breast, allowing him to cup it. At once, something in his expression shifts, something burning just below the surface as he tentatively brings his gaze down, studying the way his hand fills with your soft flesh. His eyes flick to your uncupped breast as he licks his lips.

"That is..." he says huskily. "So soft."

"Do you like it?" you ask.

He nods, leaning forward to press his lips to your sternum, slowly making his way along the curve until he moves his hand away. His kisses are gentle, his tongue peeking out between his lips to brush your skin. In a surprise move, he laps at your hardened nipple, and your nerves sparkle with excitement.

"Mmm," you say. "I thought you hadn't done this before."

"I was in the army," he replies, pulling away to look you in the eye. "I used to hear the guys talk."

"I see," you giggle. "So, show me what else you picked up from them."

His confidence falters at first, obviously not expecting that command from you, but he moves forward, taking the bud between his lips as he swirls his tongue over your nipple. You hum with satisfaction as he tugs it just so, his teeth grazing it briefly before he switches to the other one. His hands come up to cup your breasts, one covering a breast completely and kneading gently, the other supporting the flesh as he works on the nipple.

You find yourself leaning into him, the heat at the apex of your thighs blazing, tingling with the thought of his mouth on it, working it up.

Steve plays, pressing kisses and gentle sucks over your skin as he alternates, making sure each nipple is thoroughly attended to. Your fingers slip through his dark blonde locks, gently tightening their grip the longer Steve carries on.

You bring his head up, crashing your lips against his as you climb onto his lap again. Your fingers scrabble for the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one quickly before pulling the shirt off of him altogether. His arms curl around you, and your nipples press against his bare, meaty chest. Guiding him onto his back, you let your mouth wander his skin; down his neck, over his chest, down his stomach. Your hands caress where your mouth doesn’t, and the gentle moans that spill from his mouth make you smile.

“Can I?” you ask, your fingers tugging at the buckle of his belt.

He looks down, taking a deep breath, and replies, “God, yes.”

At once, you undo his belt, making quick work of the button and fly of his jeans. Steve lifts his hips, helping you to pull his jeans down. A little confusion ensues when he stops you; he sits up to kick his shoes off, letting you complete your task until he sits in his boxer-briefs, his member straining against the fabric.

You take a moment to consider it, how large it seems in his underwear, and if you’ve ever taken anyone that big before.

“What?” he says, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nothing,” you laugh. “I was just wondering if that,” you say, pointing to his cock, “was a result of the serum or if it was a lifelong endowment.”

Steve laughs, relaxing. “Would you believe me if I told you I’d always been this big?”

“If it’s the truth, yes,” you laugh. “Let’s see it, though.”

“See it?”

“Yeah. Take your underwear off.”

“You take your underwear off,” he counters.

You shrug, kicking off your shoes as he stands from the bed. Pulling your jeans down and off, you both stand a couple feet apart, each of you in your underwear.

“At the same time?” you offer.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “One.”

“Two,” you say.

“Three,” the pair of you say, before tugging your underwear off.

Completely naked, the two of you assess each other; Steve’s cock, though hard as a rock, seems to hang a little with the weight of his erection, perfectly engorged and veiny, the tip shining with a little pearl of precum. His eyes rove your body as his hand - seemingly subconsciously - reaches for his hard-on, his fingers curling around the girthy shaft and pumping a few times.

You smirk, watching his rapt gaze for a moment before you move forward. You lower yourself to your knees before him, replacing his hand with your own and pumping for him. His eyes roll back, lids closing as a sigh dances from his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes.

If that feels good, you think, just wait ‘til I do this.

You press the tip of your tongue to the root of his dick, laying it flat and dragging it up to the tip. The precum mingles with your saliva as you close your mouth around him, taking him as deep as you can without choking yourself.

“FUCK,” he growls, his hips giving a start.

Slowly, you back up, tongue swirling over the tip of his cock before you grin; his expression is desperate, his fists balled at his sides as he watches you take him back in. You use your hand as an extension, covering the space your mouth doesn’t. He’s heavy in your mouth, huge, guaranteed to make your jaw sore, but that is part of the fun of it. The longer you carry on, the more he moans, the more he swears, the tenser his muscles get.

“Y/N,” he groans as you cradle his balls. “Y/N.... fuck me!”

At that, you pull away, leaving his cock hanging, shining with your saliva.

“You want me to fuck you already?” you joke, looking up.

He stands above you, panting, looking almost spent already. His eyes meet yours and for a moment, there’s a blaze in them, just before he bends low and scoops you up into his arms. In the next moment, he tosses you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

“How do I do that for you?” he husks.

“You want to go down on me?”

Steve nods, sitting up, awaiting your instruction.

“Okay,” you answer, planting your feet with your knees in the air to give him a view of your heat. You take his hand, bringing it toward you and pressing the tips of his fingers against yourself. “That right there is the clitoris. Become very familiar with that because most people with vaginas have a hard time coming without it. Keep in mind that not everyone is gonna want theirs touched in the same way or at all, so always communicate with who you’re sleeping with because that is the only way the both of you are gonna have a good time. Right now, though, I’m just showing you what works for me. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says.

You grin. “That brings to mind a whole other facet of sexuality that we can talk about at a later time. But, if you do this...”

You guide his fingers around your clit, rubbing the way you would if you were doing it yourself. Steve’s gaze is fixed on the way your hands move, studying with great interest, and as you let him go, he glances up at you before continuing on.

“That’s it, Steve,” you praise, watching his face light up when you say so.

His hands, while fresh to the experience, work on you like they’ve done it for years, a testament to Steve’s ability to learn quickly. They’re steady in their movement, sending sparks along your nerves as you begin to writhe underneath him.

“Can I use my mouth?” he says a few minutes later, and you have to peel your eyes open to look at him again; enthusiasm shines from his face, a hopefulness that promises that he is going to be a fantastic lover someday.

You’d like to take credit for the happiness of all his future partners.

“Absolutely,” you answer, watching him shift onto his front with his head between your legs. “What you want to - oh!”

He doesn’t wait for instruction this time, apparently too eager to please as he kisses your clit once, twice, three times before dragging his tongue over it. He begins slowly, licking stripes up and down, unknowingly teasing you.

“Steve,” you moan, threading your fingers through his hair.

He picks up the pace, flicking his tongue in a near-perfect rhythm; though he still needs practice, you seem to be approaching climax surprisingly fast, your legs trembling with his efforts to get you off.

“Keep going,” you beg as your hips press into his face. “Please...”

Your breathing comes quickly, dancing into the air with whimpers and moans, growing louder and louder before your entire body tenses, your climax slamming into you.

“Oh my god,” you pant, thighs pressing against Steve’s face as you cum.

“Did I...?” he says moments later, apparently surprised at his accomplishment.

“Yep,” you say, your body relaxing as you float down from your high. “You ready for the big time?”

“The... the big time?” he replies.

“Yeah. The whole...” You mime sex by poking your extended pointer finger into the hole your other hand makes. “Shebang.”

“The whole shebang?” he repeats, though he freezes for a minute before bouncing from the bed; you sit up to watch as he bounds to his dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out a condom.

You giggle at the packaging. “Magnum. That tracks.”

He reaches the bed, ripping open the foil packet.

“Do you need help?”

Instantly, a furious blush reddens his cheeks as he looks at you with an admission; “I did kind of practice this... a lot.”

“There’s no shame in that, Steve!” you say, rubbing his arm as he rolls the condom onto his cock. “At all. Knowing how to use a condom is important, you know.”

When he finishes, he looks at you. “How should we do this?”

“How do you want to do it?” you ask gently.

“Well... um... I just want to do it,” he laughs. “Doesn’t matter how.”

You smile, taking his hands as you lay back; he crawls over you, his thighs bumping into yours as his cock rests on your lower stomach. You reach down, stroking him.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he smiles, his blue eyes glittering.

“Alright,” you say, lining his tip up with your opening. You slowly guide him in, the massive member stretching you as he enters. “Holy fucking shit.”

“You’re telling me,” he breathes, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

He presses further into you, eliciting a guttural moan when he’s fully seated.

“Wait,” you say just before he pulls back out. “Just give me a moment before you start.”

“As long as you need,” he says, sitting back on his haunches. His hand meets your hip, trailing over your skin until his fingers press your clit again.

“Fuck,” you whimper, the combination of fullness and clit teasing promising to send you sky high once more. Once your body adjusts to his size, you command, “Go!”

He pulls back on your direction, pressing his hips back into yours, but he doesn’t move his hand from your clit. It’s a moment before his rhythm arrives, but as soon as it shows, his hips and hand move together as one, as if his body was made to please. Your hands trail from his shoulders and down his back as you drag your nails in ecstasy, digging them into his muscular ass as if to ensure he doesn’t move the wrong way.

“Y/N,” Steve groans, thrusting faster.

Every ounce of your being seems to tingle, to burn with pleasure. Your core tightens with each of Steve’s thrusts, the pressure building and building and building until it all releases in a steady stream of euphoria, your nerves alive with your orgasm. You squeeze Steve’s ass, riding the wave until it passes.

“Fuck,” Steve says, his hips stuttering as he now holds himself up on both arms over you. “Y/N, I think.... fuck! I think I’m gonna...”

A loud moan releases from him as he gives into his climax, spilling himself into the condom. When his hips finally stop, he lowers himself onto his elbows over you before gently rolling off.

You watch him, his erection slowly softening in the condom but there’s a smile on his face to rival any joy you’d seen of him to date.

“So?” you say.

“I’ve been missing out,” he laughs before taking your hand. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this for me, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

You smile, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand.

“Any time, Stevie. Any time.”

PART 2

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yourmcu · 3 years

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V-Day

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary:

You’re not like most people who enjoys Valentine’s Day. Can a certain redhead change that?

A/n: just a late valentine related imagine for all of u bc I’m incapable of posting this sort of stuff on the exact day. enjoy! (I’m finally using this iconic gif don’t mind me)

Word count: 1,753

Warnings: fluff

The 14th of February is just another normal day for you. You always find Valentine’s Day cheesy, you don’t see the point of celebrating it. That sort of thing isn’t as important as Christmas or Halloween. Not that you're bitter because you're single, you couldn’t care less about that, it just isn’t the occasion for you.

Tony outdone it this year. The compound looks like it was powdered pink and red overnight from all the decorations when you step out of your room. You almost don’t want to know what the main area looks like. Sam and Wanda are probably getting started on breakfast which would consist of everything shaped like hearts.

Your plan for the day is to stay in your room, only coming out for snack and drink refills, simple as that.

“Hey, Happy Valentine’s...” you pretty much tone out every v-day greeting that came your way, rolling your eyes playfully as you sit down with everyone, greeting them with the usual good morning. You expect the compound to be deserted by midday since surely all of them have plans with their partners for the rest of the day, which is perfect. For you. And for them, of course, yeah.

Sam and Bucky made their way to you. “So, Y/N, how are you?” Sam greets. You already suspect that they were hyping you up for something. “Food good, coffee good... sleep well?”

You turn to them with a smile on your face. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Well,” Bucky lets out a breathy laugh. “Sam here was just helping me-”

“That is not what’s happening. What he wanted to say was,” the birdman cuts him off. “We both wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, we can’t settle on who, so we’re letting you pick.”

You blink. They have to be joking. Do they not notice your routine during this time of the year? After socializing with the team you’d grab a day’s worth of snack, head back to your room, lock the door and lose your mind on video games until the next day.

Unhealthy, but it's for one day.

“Only if you want to,” Bucky adds hastily.

“Come on, this is a chance of a lifetime!” Sam insists, wiggling his eyebrows.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant.”

“It’s just a friendly date.”

What you fail to notice was Natasha listening to the events happening. Her foot taps against the floor as she discreetly waits for your response, taking coffee sips and bites of food and looking away whenever she looked like she's eavesdropping. No one else is paying attention, everyone has their own conversations.

Inside, she pleads that you’d turn both of them down, just because she’s planning to ask you out herself. They just beat her to it.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m sorry, I have plans,” you shrug. “Why don’t you take each other out instead? Not literally.” You give them another smile and walk out of the room, coffee in hand.

Sam and Bucky nods indicating they understood. Sam tells his friend that if he had more appeal you’d agree to the date. But they take you up on your advice, already planning a guy’s night.

Natasha almost cheers when she hears the first part, only to spiral when she hears that someone had already asked you beforehand. You're unavailable. She could ask you out any day, but you deserve something extra special. She sees this day as her only chance to confess her feelings for you.

Her eyes trail you as you walk out, turning to Wanda when you were out of sight. “Do you have any idea who asked Y/N out?”

“I don’t,” Wanda replies, a bit distracted. “They’re lucky, I’ve never seen Y/N show interest in anyone since I met her. Anyway, I have to go, Vision and I have a whole day planned...”

Natasha huffs while people slowly file out of the kitchen. As far as she knows, Tony's with Pepper, of course, Wanda and Vision, Steve is probably going to join Sam and Bucky on their night out, and Clint is back at his farm celebrating with his wife.

And you’re with that person, which most likely someone who isn’t on the team otherwise she’d know. She's left by herself to mope.

Few hours have passed, maybe three, it’s lunchtime. As you suspected the compound is empty, so you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

Boxed mac and cheese is the only thing you knew how to make.

“Y/N?”

You almost drop your stirring spoon at the sudden voice. You feel embarrassed about your choice of outfit, you feel and look like a grizzly bear while she looks stunning, even if it’s just plain workout clothes.

“Hey, Nat.”

“I thought you were... out with someone?” Knowing you, she might’ve misunderstood when you said you ‘had plans’. You look so cozy she would love to hug you on the spot if she isn’t so sweaty.

You let out a curious hum, turning off the stove. “I was?” You giggle. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t, just, I assumed you’d be,” she mutters and finishes her water bottle.

You're now grabbing a bowl for the mac and cheese you made. “I mean, Sam and Bucky did ask me if I wanted to but... y’know, if I’m being honest they’re not really my type.” You pause to look at her who was staring back. “Have you eaten? This batch I made is enough for three people, I think.”

Natasha nods at your offer. “They did say it was a friendly date.”

You stop scooping the macaroni and perk your head up with a grin. “So you were listening.”

“Not like I had any choice, I was in the same room.” Quick save.

“Mmhm.”

Then there's a minute of comfy silence as you clean the area you made the meal on, putting the pot away and stuff.

“Why don’t you have a date today?”

“What?”

“Anyone would kill to go on a date with you, Nat.” Is what you say in your head. But instead you say, “Well, you know, I didn’t expect you be here too.”

Natasha shrugs and before she could answer you add, “No one’s caught the notorious Black Widow’s attention yet?”

She chuckles at your words, looking up at you. “Who did you think I’d go out with?”

“I dunno, Steve-”

“God, no,” she quickly cuts you off and laugh, you laugh along but at the same time sigh in relief.

“Crap, I just remembered I have a game to finish,” you hold the bowl of cheese and macaroni and stick two spoons on the side. “I’m cordially inviting you to my room, you are very much welcome, after you change.”

Natasha tells you she’ll see you there in a bit.

“Huh. I just noticed you do this every Valentine’s Day,” Natasha notes as she takes everything in. Your PlayStation's on, your trash bin is almost full of snack wrappings, couple of beers tucked at the side of your bed. “Cozy.”

“Why, thank you,” you say sarcastically, picking up a controller and waving a vacant one at her. “Feel free. Or you can just watch me fail at this game.”

Natasha decides to join the game a little later, now she's lost in thought on how someone like you spends such a day like this, or how beautiful you looked as your eyes dart at every direction of the screen and how you sometimes bite your lip when you're that focused in the game.

It's always the little things she likes about you.

Glancing at you one more time before eating a spoonful of mac, she turns back to the TV to watch how you're doing.

But you're witty, kind and easy to get along with, why wouldn’t you have a date - or why wouldn’t you want a date on Valentine’s Day?

If only you knew how she feels, she’d make sure to treat you well. Like you deserve. She’d take you on dates you’d enjoy every time the 14th rolls by. If you don’t like the holiday for some reason she’d find a way-

“NO WAY,” you cover your mouth and bump your head to Natasha’s shoulder in defeat, making her come back from her trance to look at the big red words on the screen, indicating you lost. “I almost had it!”

Natasha leans into your touch and pats your back. “You can try again.”

You groan. “I definitely will but for now, I’m gonna take a break.”

“Great,” she shifts a bit to get comfy, switching to Netflix and choosing whatever’s trending right now. “I’m just curious but, do you like someone?”

You hum in response, sipping on a beer, not completely processing what she said. “I - yeah. I guess so,” you tug the blanket closer and pout at the movie that’s on. You don’t like romance movies. You always prefer an action or a mystery one any day. “Do you?”

Natasha feels her heart ache for a moment. “Yeah. She’s kind and sweet, goofy but can still seriously kick your ass type.” Your eyes land to her hands. You knew fully well Natasha isn’t straight, she admitted and definitely doesn’t act like it. “There’s just something about her that makes me... love her.”

“She sounds great,” you mumble, starting to get lost in your own thoughts. “I guess I just-” you hesitate, just because the woman you're about to describe is the same one sitting next to you. “I feel bad for her that someone like me likes her.”

“Why would you think that?” Natasha chuckles, shaking her head.

You shrug. “She’s amazing. So out of my league, I’d say she’s so close but so far away but that would be really cheesy and ugly,” you laugh. “I don’t know, she deserves way better.”

Natasha hums. “Sometimes I think she needs to her worth, because what she doesn’t know is, she’s very much amazing in her own way.”

Looking up at her from her shoulder, your eyes light up and you don’t know when it happened, but you just found her lips pressed against yours softly.

Even if it was just a short kiss you feel breathless when she pulls away to look at you again.

“Just so we’re clear, we’re just describing each other like idiots right?”

“Yeah.”

Natasha leans in to kiss you again.

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The New Girl

Pietro Maximoff x Shy!Reader University AU

Summary: When you start late at Stark University you're immediately taken into one of the college’s most popular groups of friends after Rumlow makes you feel uncomfortable and a certain silver haired Maximoff catches your eye.

Warnings: Rumlow being a bit of an ass, flirting and fluff!

Word Count: Approx 1500

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Walking towards the double doors, you held a not-so-useful map of the university, along with your new ID card the people at the front desk had given you. It was your first day at Stark University and to say that your nerves were running high was an understatement. It certainly didn’t help that you had no idea if you were even in the right place for your first class, you could only assume that this was the lecture hall you had been told to go to, which you thought you remembered it being called Howard Hall, but you saw no sign on the doors, nor plaques on the wall around it to indicate which hall it was.

And with one deep breath, you stepped through the double doors into a half filled hall, students climbing up the steps to get to the seats at the back, a wave of laughter floating across the hall as a group of older students chatted. You heaved a worried sigh, nervously looking up at the rows of students. You were two weeks late into the year having transferred to Stark University, which had a notoriously difficult entry test.

“You the new girl?” A voice caught your attention and a darker haired individual with a cocky smirk plastered on his lips leaned forwards on his desk, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth as he grinned at you, fingers tugging at the lapels of his leather jacket and you wondered if this guy hadn’t just walked straight out of the fifties in his greaser attire. “Come sit with us, pretty lady.” He patted the seat next to him, the crowd of boys turning to look at you and suddenly you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You felt like prey to them and your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the way he had spoken to you.

As he waited for you to respond, a few of the boys now dramatically whispering about you while you stood in the middle of the hall, a hand came down to rest on your shoulder. “You don’t wanna sit with Rumlow, Prinţesă, they’ll only screw you over.” You looked up to see a group of four guys and two girls.

Steve Rogers, the head boy of the Avengers house and his best friends Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson stood before you. You’d seen them around and on a poster for the next football game and they most certainly were a heart stopping trio. Your eye, however, was caught on the silver haired of the bunch, a soft smirk, warm and inviting posture, hands shoved in his jean pockets, blue eyes that were somehow so warm and you involuntarily smiled up at him.

“C’mon, come sit with our group.” Sam smiled down at you, a more welcoming lopsided smile on his lips and in comparison to Rumlow, Steve’s group seemed much friendlier and more appealing. You nodded, silently agreeing, still far too shy to say anything before you were patted gently on the back and guided over to their seats.

You sat down with people on either side of you, Bucky on your left who turned in his seat to introduce himself properly to you and a girl with long, auburn hair to your right, who was chatting in another language with the boy who’d made your heart stop.

“You’re the new girl in our house, aren’t you? Steve told us you were joining today. I’m Bucky.” He held his hand out to shake and you gently placed your hand in his, letting him shake yours. “Yes, I just transferred this morning.” You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you Bucky.” You smiled shyly as you pulled your hand away.

“I’m Wanda and that’s my twin brother Pietro.” Wanda smiled, catching your attention as you turned in your seat to see her better. “Nice to meet you, Prinţesă.” Pietro grinned at you. “I’m twelve minutes older.” Pietro went on, looking at his sister and your heart almost gave out at the sound of his accent, it was stronger than his sister’s but it sounded so good on him. Wanda playfully smacked her brother on the arm as she rolled her eyes. “What? It is the truth, no?” Pietro chuckled, winking at you and Wanda.

“Where are you from?” You blurted out, having not even introduced yourself or even uttered a word to them and both twins looked at you, smiling at your curiosity. “Sokovia.” They responded at the same time and the girl on the other side of Bucky, sandwiched between him and Steve scoffed. “They’re like the Shining twins.” She muttered, Bucky and Sam snorting at her remark. “That’s Natasha, she’s a real doll.” Bucky winked at you, Nat raising her brow before swatting his arm and shuffling in her seat to lean fully against Steve.

“Are they a thing?” You whispered to Wanda. “Nat and Steve?” She whispered back, watching you nod in response. “She denies it, but they’re so into each other.” She giggled, Pietro leaning over as he became curious of your conversation. “I wonder who else is into someone and yet they deny it, hm?” He asked, voice laced with challenging sarcasm, to which his sister fixed him with a warning stare. “I’m going to grab a drink, anyone want one?” Wanda asked, standing up from her seat, everyone in the group mumbling an answer before she shimmied out of the row of seats.

Pietro got up and dramatically flopped down into his sister’s seat beside you, leaving his blue track jacket in a heap in his own seat. He leaned his elbow on the arm rest, head propped up on his hand as he gave you a heart stopping dreamy smile, blue eyes looking into yours. “Are you going to tell us your name or am I going to have to keep calling you Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, Bucky sighing and rolling his eyes. “What did you just call me?” You asked quietly, a little shy. “Princess.” Pietro winked at you, seeing the way you reacted, slightly flustered and you went quiet for a moment, making him think you didn’t like it. “It’s Sokovian right?” You asked. “Can you tell me more?” You asked, inquisitively and Pietro grinned, nodding. “Only if you tell me your name, Prinţesă.” He winked, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Oh my god.” You heard one of the guys mutter from next to you, presumably at the way Pietro was flirting with you, but to be honest, you didn’t mind. It didn’t seem ingenuine and even if it was, he was so playful that maybe this was just Pietro.

Suddenly Pietro’s arm was yanked out from under him, head dropping and smacking against your shoulder, Wanda standing over him looking rather unimpressed, Sam and Bucky collapsing into laughter, a string of giggles leaving your lips as you helped Pietro sit back up straight again. Wanda hissed something at Pietro in Sokovian, Bucky’s eyes widening at her words and you realised he could understand them. “She said he’s an asshole for stealing her seat every time she leaves.” Bucky leaned into your side, translating for you, failing to mention the fact that Wanda had also scolded Pietro for immediately flirting with you. “And Piet just said- well you don’t want to know what he just said.” He chuckled, making you giggle.

The lecture finally started, the professor having been late to the session and the hall quietened, Rumlow’s group stirring up now and again with stupid remarks and general irritating school boy behaviour. The odd note was passed up and down the row between you and your new friends, mostly between Sam and Bucky, Wanda and Nat sharing their notes with you too.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the session and everyone immediately leapt up before the lecturer was even finished with his presentation. “So, Prinţesă.” You turned to see Pietro as you stepped out of the row of seats, the rest of the group heading down towards the lecture hall door. Reaching up to sweep his silver hair to one side, Pietro gave you a soft, lopsided grin, gesturing for you to go slightly ahead of him, though he walked almost beside you as you descended the stairs together.

“Want to finally tell me your name over coffee?” He asked, making you giggle softly. “I’d like that.” You nodded, glancing over your shoulder at him, sharing a soft smile. “Can’t wait, Prinţesă.” Pietro winked at you. And Pietro really couldn’t wait. He wanted to know who you were, who the girl was that seemed to completely melt his heart within only seconds of meeting her. And he wanted to know what you were really like, especially as you were so shy. You knew as you walked down the steps with him at your side, that your time at Stark University was definitely going to be more interesting and exciting than you had imagined it could be.

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Moment In Time

Summary: Just when you've gotten out, you’re given a reason to come back.

Warnings: None

Chapter 10 - Final Chapter

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‘S.O.S’.

Three letters make your heart drop to your stomach. They also make you jump off your couch, practically sprinting up the steps to your room. Throwing the closet door open you go straight to the back and grab your uniform, making quick work of putting it on and grabbing your equipment before you leave.

Making a call to one of the men in your life who wouldn’t hesitate to look out for you, Nick Fury. He doesn’t waste a second arranging the transportation you need and in little to no time you’re saying a quick thank you to him as you walk onto the jet.

Before you take off, you send a reply, ‘omw’.

Those three letters bring a smile onto Natasha’s face. She isn’t surprised that it only took half an hour for you to reply, in fact it’s one of the main reasons she messaged you of all people.

Looking up from the watch on her wrist, she says,“ don’t worry fellas, we’ll be out of here in no time.”

The two members of her team in the room look over at the redhead. She has a confident smirk on her face and that makes everyone curious.

Given their current situation of being holed up in this single room in the base of their enemy as said enemy plans whatever it is on the other side of the door, they didn’t see much reason to be confident.

Steve huffs, hands planted firmly on his hips as he continues to pace the room as he tries to form a plan. Sam picks at a thread on his pants, no doubt waiting for a plan to follow.

But one wasn’t needed.

It took half an hour for you to reply and another hour before you got there.

Your presence was first made known to Natasha. Her watch vibrates and she looks down to find a winking emoji on her screen.

She rolls her eyes, holding back a laugh and stands up, preparing to leave.

A moment later there’s a knock on the other end of the thick metal door.

“Please stand clear of the bombay doors.” The voice is deep but she knows it’s you.

Not saying a word, she steps to the far side of the room. Sam and Steve both frown, but follow suit.

A faint hissing sound is heard, followed by a small but steady flow of smoke around the door, then it creeks before falling off the hinges.

It slams against the concrete floor and you step through the dissipating smoke.

Your eyes flick over the three people in the room and you smile.“ For a bunch of prisoners, you look good.” You tease, eyes lingering on the redhead.

Steve walks up to you, holding his hand out for you to shake.“ I wasn’t expecting to see you on the other side of the door.”

“Well I’m nothing if not unexpected.” You pat his shoulder.“ Now, let’s get out of here shall we?”

The three follow you out of the cell and down the halls, noting the unconscious bodies of the guards they were previously walked past. Sam and Steve are close behind you, Natasha behind them.

She finds it beyond adorable how your gaze continuously falls back on her. The look in your eyes lets her know you’re checking on her.

Very reminiscent of the first day you two met, Natasha watches you work your way through this enemy base, taking down the few guards who interrupt your path.

You stop on the way to get their confiscated weapons back and then you’re out of the building.

A fire fight quickly approaches. Enemies pour from the building as you escape, each of you returning fire. Not a single bullet on your end is fatal but it definitely debilitates the targets.

One glance back however, reveals a group larger than you expected. It was like watching clowns climb out of their little cars. The facility didn’t look anywhere near big enough for all those people to be inside.

“New plan. You three move ahead to the jet, I’ll lead them away.” Instant words of protest come from the three teammates at your words and you roll your eyes.“ We can’t keep running and lead them to our getaway. I’ll be fine.”

With no room to protest, you break away but not before planting small explosives on a few trees ahead of you. You blew the charges, the trees falling and cutting the enemies off from following the three.

You don’t get a chance to boast about that going just as you planned, because you quickly notice a presence at your side. When you look over you’re tempted to stop running.

“Natasha what the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be with Sam and Steve.”

Shots continue to ring out behind you, the hightech weapons your enemies have burn holes in the trees around you.

“Dammit.” You pull out your communicator, connecting with the jet you flew here and you’re pleased that Steve answers.“ I need you to bring the jet to me-” you pause and look to your side,“ to us.”

He doesn’t hesitate in agreeing. It takes much more running, some retaliation shooting, and a few more mini bombs. In no time you break from the tree line, a small group of enemies still on your trail as the jet lands a few feet away.

You think you’re in the clear, your shots effectively chipping away at the few enemies who still come. But your foot is barely in the jet when Natasha gets hit.

It’s like everything slows down. You watch her fall to the metal floor of the jet, her exclamation of pain is loud and clear in your ears, and once it’s over your heart pounds.

Snapping back in an instant, you pick her up, quickly moving her to lay on the chairs off to the side as you shout for Steve to take off.

You rush to grab a cloth big enough to cover her wound, then press it against said wound.

“Hey Romanoff, keep those eyes open.” You pat her cheek, looking into her eyes as they already start to droop.

It’s unclear if she’s losing a lot of blood, the cloth doesn’t seem to be taking much on but she’s quickly drifting off as if she is.

You try your best to remain calm, watching her eyes flutter shut and not open back up despite you calling her name and shaking her.

“Rogers, pick up the pace!” You don’t mean to shout like you do but your worry skyrockets.

It doesn’t go away either. While it only takes a short half hour to get back to the compound it feels like forever. The wheels of the jet are barely on the ground before you’re opening the jet doors and carrying Natasha out.

You rush her to the medbay, Dr. Cho and the rest of her team coming over instantly. She has you set Natasha on a bed and they roll her away. Dr. Cho asks you what happened after you tell her she disappears after Natasha.

You’re left standing there, heart pounding as you wish more than anything that she’s okay.

With nothing left to do, you step back into the designated waiting area and you sigh.

What do you do when the woman you love is injured and rushed to emergency? You worry, and hope, and you stay by her side unless absolutely necessary that you leave.

Since the moment you landed you were right there in the waiting room, pacing back and forth while Natasha was in surgery, hoping with all hope that she’d be okay. Even after her surgery, having been informed that everything went smoothly, you were planted firmly in the chair right beside her bed once again hoping.

You didn’t move, keeping her hand clutched in yours as you waited for her to wake up. Your worry, that had gone away when she came out of surgery, returned when she didn’t wake up. Dr. Cho said she was fine, minimal blood loss and they were able to use their fancy tech from Ultron to patch up the wound, so why she wasn’t waking up was lost on you.

As the team flows in and out of the room over the course of the passing hours, you know their suspicions regarding you and Natasha were coming to a head.

They’d been speculating for weeks. Watching as Natasha and you snuck around. The two of you never slipped on the PDA side of things but they’d been around Natasha and you enough to notice something was up and connecting the dots became easier as they saw you at her bedside.

It’s not until the second day of Natasha still being asleep that you leave. Steve coming in and telling you that you should go get some proper rest, freshen up, and that Peggy was asking for you. To you, the first two reasons aren’t good enough to leave but if Peggy was asking for you, you couldn’t ignore it.

So reluctantly you do so. Heading home to take a quick nap, showering and changing, before you go to see Peggy.

During your visit, Natasha wakes up. Wanda and Steve are in the room, chatting away as her eyes slowly open. The first thing she notices when her eyes adjust to the bright lighting is that you aren’t here.

It’s odd because she swears you were, she could feel the weight of a hand wrapped around hers and if there’s one thing she’d gotten used to over the past ten months, it was the way your skin felt against hers.

“Wh-” she clears her throat and pushes herself up to sit, ignoring the slight tightness she felt at her side.“ Where’s Y/n?”

Steve’s and Wanda’s gazes snap over to the redhead, their eyes widening as they realize she’s awake.

“Nat, how’re you feeling?” Steve asks, moving his chair closer to Natasha.

Wanda does the same on the other side of the bed, her worried gaze flicking over the woman who she’d grown to see as another mentor.

“I’m fine Steven.” She waves his question off like it’s nothing, her eyes moving over to Wanda who she assumes will answer her question.“ Where’s Y/n?”

The younger woman frowns a little,“ she went home to rest and get clean.”

“Yeah she wasn’t keen on leaving you.” Steve adds, Natasha noting the knowing look he gives her.“ She stayed right there until earlier when I told her Peggy was asking about her.”

“And this is exactly why.”

Every head in the room turned to the door, eyes watching as you walked in with a bouquet of flowers. Nat immediately smiles, heart warming as she sees you.

“Hey stranger.” You wink at her, finding your previous seat and laying the flowers on the bedside table.“ How are you?”

She sighs, fingers twitching towards you as she aches to feel you touch now that she’s awake.“ I’m okay. Side is a little tight but it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

You smile and nod,“ glad to hear it. Thought you were a goner.” You joke making her chuckle.

Her eyes roll, a quiet laugh falling from her lips.

The two of you keep your eyes on each other and Steve looks away as if seeing something he shouldn’t. Subtly he nods to Wanda, who has long since been aware of yours and Natasha’s relationship, and the two leave out.

Once they’re gone, you scoot closer. Like magnets yours and Natasha’s hands find one another, fingers lacing together and squeezing.

“Next time I tell you to move ahead, you move ahead.” You say to her, not once breaking eye contact.

After having gone hours without seeing that beautiful green you refuse to look away.

She shakes her head.“ We were under way too much fire, I was not leaving you alone.”

The corner of your lips quirk up at that, your heart warming at how much she cares for you.“ I could’ve handled Romanoff. What I couldn’t have handled was you being fatally injured.” Your expression shifts to something more serious.“ Not coming home with you, not telling you how I truly feel. And knowing I could’ve changed that outcome. I would’ve been crushed.”

“That wouldn’t have happened because we had each other’s backs. We always do.” Her hand squeezes yours.“ And I’m right here. So there’s no reason not to tell me how you truly feel.”

It was a deep dive, a free fall even to try and get it out of you. Being in love with each other for ten months and not saying the words didn’t seem to make a difference when it came to you and Natasha. Not when it was shown in every action.

You both know how you feel, despite there being no labels on this or yourselves, it was clear as day that you love each other. But Natasha wanted to hear the words, almost as badly as you wanted to say them.

She watches you, the way your gaze drops for a moment and despite not seeing your eyes she knows you’re debating it. When you look back up she smiles because she sees you’re going to tell her.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’d been living in a limbo of sorts, stuck between my past and worrying about the future. But you, every second with you, I never once worried about those things. I’ve never felt a need to dwell in the past or worry about the future when you’re my present.”

Her eyes roll in an overly dramatic way.“ Say the words Y/ln.”

You frown at her rushing.“ How bout you say them.” A teasing tone is in your voice, mixed with a bit of challenging.

“Oh I will.” She counters.

“Do it.”

“You do it.”

A snort breaks through your lips and you shake your head.“ Knew you wouldn’t.”

“I love you.”

You smile, brighter than Natasha has ever seen.“ Was that so hard?”

She drops your hand, more like throws it away and you laugh. A full on laugh, clutching your stomach and dropping your head back. If she weren’t pretending to be annoyed with you she would have smiled.

“Hey,” you push yourself up off the chair, sitting yourself on the edge of her bed, and raising your hand to cup her cheek.“ I love you so much. And I have for so long.”

Natasha bites her lip to hold back her grin, instead nuzzling her cheek against your hand. When the blush rises on her cheeks you pull her closer, pressing your lips to hers.

Both of you are startled out of your moment when Tony’s voice loudly proclaims,“ I knew it!”

Frowning, you look behind you to see not just him, but Wanda, Steve, Pietro, and Sam as well.

“Eavesdropping, classy.” You say sarcastically, making to move away, only for Natasha’s fingers to wrap around your arm.

“Lay with me.” She says and you raise your eyebrows.

“You sure?”

Nodding, she scoots over and you don’t argue, sitting beside her and letting her press against you.“ They know now.” She shrugs, laying her head on your shoulder.

Tony nods, standing at the edge of the bed with his arms crossed.“ Yeah we do. And quite frankly I’m disappointed that neither of you told me.”

With a quiet laugh, you wrap your arms around Natasha, listening as he accuses you both of keeping secrets. That just elicits Sam to do the same, Steve starts off on your side saying you have a right to privacy but eventually switches over as he wonders why you didn’t say anything. Wanda just smirks and laughs while Pietro questions what the big deal is.

Admittedly it’s all very amusing and funnily enough neither you or Natasha are given the chance to answer since they all keep talking.

While their chaotically mannered conversation proceeds you can’t help but think that at this moment in time, with the woman you love in your arms and your friends teasing the two of you, you feel happier and more at peace than you ever have.

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