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veltana · 21 days

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Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️

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The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.

Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.

Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.

When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.

When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.

You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.” "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. “Now what did you need me for?”

"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.

"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.

"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.

"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.

"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.

"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."

You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.

You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. “Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.

You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.

"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”

"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”

"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.” You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."

Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.

"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.

You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.

"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"

He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."

He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.

Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.

It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.

When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."

You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.

The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.

Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.” One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.

"Please Bucky, I need more.” "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.

He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.” "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.

"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.

Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.

"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.” This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.

"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.

He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."

It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.

"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."

You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.

Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.

"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.

His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.

"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"

The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.

When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.

When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.

Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. “Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."

A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed

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If Given the Chance… (1)

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader | SteveRogers x Female!Reader (ugh I don’t know it’s messy)

summary: After an accident on a mission, Bucky and Steve find themselves in the body of the other and both soon begin to act like it too. But while Bucky tries to fix the problem, Steve takes his opportunity to taste his deepest desires, falling into a role he’d never thought he’d get to play: your boyfriend.

a/n: remember this ask? yeah... it took a completely different turn

word count: 3.4k

warnings: a confused and hopeless Stevie, pining, agony, angst, betrayal, fluff, a little heated, this borders dub-con but then again not really, still - !MINORS DNI!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

(please excuse my horrid Photoshop skills, but no GIF combination could match my vision...)

Change. What was it really? Bucky never thought people truly changed. That deep in their hearts they’d always be the same. And yet, he felt as though he had been part of three different personas so far. He’d always wondered what it must be like to just switch bodies with someone. To represent something different - a contrast to what the body was used to.

He didn’t need to wonder anymore. Because he’d experienced it. The person he had been before Hydra was not the same as the winter soldier. And neither was the person he was today - different from both of his prior states. And even though he had lived through it, change, he was here, wondering what it must be like.

He’d read a poem once. A sad, hopeless one. But at the end, it said to read it again - from the bottom up, and its meaning shifted entirely. Transformed from a depressing mood into an optimistic one. Changed, just like that.

So, Bucky wasn’t quite sure whether he had experienced that kind of change before. He’d changed looks, and people told him his heart had not shifted one bit. He’d changed occupations, and he’d not felt as though his values had stayed the same. He had contradicted everything he’d ever imagined change to be. Even though he never really knew what it was.

But now? Now he had proper change. A good one? He wasn’t sure. Not terrible, that was for certain. But definitely one he needed to reverse.

Steve’s eyes stared back at him through the shiny surface of the window. Confusion etched in his brow he’d never seen on his best friend before. The blonde hair disheveled, eyes more exhausted-looking than they usually did, he pushed a deep breath out of his lunges.

What a mess.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good. What about you?”

“I’m okay, I’m just-“

“What? What is it?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

“I’m... you.”

What a fucking mess.

So Steve was Bucky and Bucky was Steve. But at the same time, they were still themselves, just somehow stuck in the other’s body. It had been four hours since the incident and Bucky was still panicking. He felt the responsibility for the “team” weighing his body down - the body that wasn’t his, but most definitely the reason for his distress. They were about to arrive in the next thirty minutes and no one at the compound knew what had happened. No one. Not Tony, not Bruce, not you.

Oh god, you didn’t know your boyfriend was trapped in his best friend’s body. Bucky didn’t even know how he would start to explain it. You were very understanding and patient, but Bucky feared that this might introduce a new sphere of problems neither of you had encountered before.

The two friends hadn’t talked about it. Steve and Bucky both knew it was a problem that needed solving, but Steve had been awfully quiet ever since they boarded the Quinjet home. It certainly didn’t help Bucky relax. At least it was late in the night. The chances of encountering another Avenger when they would get back were small and left him a few hours of dealing with it all - maybe sleep it off.

Who was he kidding?

Bucky wouldn’t be sleeping. He would stay up, wait until it was a reasonable enough hour to drag Bruce to his lab and get him started on fixing the problem not even he knew the actual cause of.

Running, hiding, finding a weird machine, toppling over a storage rack, and the accidental push of a button. An explosion, heat, but no pain - just utter confusion.

Bucky shook his head as he took a seat beside Steve in the cockpit. Not even he would believe himself if he were told this story...

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Steve hadn’t planned for this to happen. He just wanted to explain things to you, tell you what had occurred on the mission - even though he didn’t quite know himself - and then find Bucky. For a second, he had even forgotten. He had forgotten that, in a way, he was Bucky. And that you wouldn’t know until he told you that he was Steve. Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend who had been in love with you from the day he met you.

Yeah... that was an issue. Bucky didn’t know and neither did you. God behold, Steve got in the way of his oldest friend’s happiness. He would never do that. Especially not when that friend had suffered for so long. So, Steve had just kept to himself, watching as Bucky was the one holding you during movie nights, sleeping in your bed, and kissing you goodbye.

It hurt. But Steve had gotten used to the familiar sting in his chest whenever he witnessed his best friend’s hands on you or when your adoring smile was sent his way. He swallowed the pain like it was nothing, and it got easier every time. He still needed to remind himself though: You can’t, Steve. You don’t want to, Steve.

But now... now might have been the only opportunity to get away with it. No. He would never. He couldn’t.

“Bucky!” Your door opened and Steve felt your hands around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips. Wow.

Steve’s body was on fire. The stinging he usually felt in his chest now spreading through his entire body, creating goosebumps on his skin. It felt so different, so good.

Overwhelmed by the feeling, he stumbled forward, guiding you back by your hips and shutting the door with his foot.

Endless nights imagining what your pillowy lips would feel like on his seemed silly now that he tasted you. His mind had never even come close. You were so much softer, so much warmer... so much more rewarding than anything his imagination could cook up.

Steve was addicted now, there was no going back. You were like a drug that tied him to your supply forever.

His hands began to roam your body, moving your hair, smelling your scent, feeling every bump and curve of your body as he got lost in your embrace. It was too easy to forget it wasn’t him you were kissing. Steve was just as tall as your Boyfriend, he was just as strong - every movement, every look - it felt the same.

Hungrily, Steve’s wet kisses wandered down your neck until he reached the spot that drew a grasp from your lips and it made his pants feel tighter.

“What’s this about,” you chuckled as your palm gently pressed against his chest. Steve reluctantly loosened his grip around you just to see that shining smile of yours beaming up at him. Holy shit. This must be what heaven feels like.

“I just missed you-” his answer got swallowed in the crook of your neck again, Steve’s cheek settling to your skin when he mumbled the last part beneath your ear. “...a lot.”

You didn’t even know how much. And as you chuckled and ran your hands down his back, Steve wondered if he could even call it missing when he never really had you in the first place. But then you kissed his shoulder and Steve decided that he didn’t care. Your lips just felt a little too good not to miss in any circumstance - whatever it meant now - and he had lost you to his best friend somehow, so he was allowed to miss.

“Missed you too.” Steve smiled and began to pick up his kissing when he felt your lips press to his shoulder a second time.

It was strange how natural this interaction felt for Steve. He didn't know if that was because he had imagined it a hundred times, dreamt about you more nights than he liked to admit - each time waking with an ache in more places than one and the added incapability to stop it. Steve had not had a girlfriend since he met you. He tried a few hookups, each one with the picture of you in his head, the actual person beneath him serving merely the purpose of physical touch, but it wasn’t enough. Especially now that he knew what it could feel like - kissing you alone - nothing could ever compare.

Lost in his thoughts, his hands wandered down your body, squeezing parts of you he’d only ever imagined touching, and every breathy moan he pulled from you became a tiny celebration in his mind.

Your hands held on tight to his neck when his knee found its way between your legs, your head falling back, giving him just that much more ground to place his soft attacks. He growled against your skin when your sounds grew high pitched, unbelievable gratification consuming his body - driving him further.

This was perfect, this was all he ever wanted this- “Ah, Bucky!” This was wrong.

And Steve was reminded of what he was doing right now. His hands retracted immediately, but you clung to his neck like glue. “Please,” you whimpered and his head fell back into you like an instinct, the urge to bring you pleasure too strong to stop his movements entirely.

But, fuck, he was an awful person.

With trembling hands and a stinging in his chest, he stepped back from you. Your eyes stared at him in confusion, desperate for anything - pleasure, closure. And Steve wanted to give it all to you. But he wasn’t allowed to. He was Steve - your boyfriend’s best friend. A terrible one, too.

“I’m... I’m so sorry,” he stuttered through the glossy shimmer forming in his eyes.

“What?” Shit. Steve turned before you could see the first tear fall from his eyes. He couldn’t bear seeing your face any longer - that beautiful, innocent face with so much irritation and sadness poisoning its features. You didn't deserve this, you didn’t deserve to be pulled into this mess by him. It was wrong, so fucking wrong.

Steve sped towards the lab immediately, barely missing Bucky on his way out of the glass doors. But Bucky merely sent a nod his way, leaving Bruce to greet him with an exhausted smile.

“You need to do something. Now.”

❁ ❁ ❁

“Hey.”

“Oh, hey.”

Bucky turned around to see you standing in the doorway, a big smile instantly settling on his face. You looked beautiful, he thought every time he saw you - especially after a mission that lasted for several days in which he did not get to see you.

His fingers itched to reach out to you, pull you into him and just kiss your pretty face, but once he caught his left arm lifting, and missing the sleek black gleam he was so used to, Bucky was reminded that he needed to behave differently now.

He hadn’t told you about the accident yet. Bruce seemed to know what he was doing, so Bucky was just hopeful the issue would be resolved soon. Until then, he needed to cope with the constant panic surging through him at his and Steve’s states.

The desk chair squeaked when he tuned to you, watching as you roamed about Steve’s office and eyed the sketch he had framed on the cupboard. That’s when he noticed your posture - how your shoulders were slightly hunched, your head a little lower than usual, and a faint frown hiding behind the hairs falling into your face.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He stood up wanting to approach you but remembering his place again. Now he was just standing there, helpless and unsure of what to do as he watched you toy with the edges of the notebook laying in front of you.

You sighed. “Bucky is being weird... I hope he’s okay but he wouldn’t talk to me.” You glanced at him shortly and the corners of your mouth jerked downward. “I thought maybe... I don’t know, maybe you know what’s going on.” You stared at him hopefully. “Did something happen on the mission?”

I’m right here, baby. And I would be so much better if I could tell you.

Bucky willed his thoughts silent, finally stepping forward and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“It was a long mission, give him some time to rest...” God, he hated lying to you. But it was for the best. He didn’t want you to worry any more than you already did, as much as it hurt to see you this clueless.

Bucky could only imagine how exhausting this whole ordeal was for Steve. He was going through the same thing, but Steve had to juggle you - or as it seemed, ignore you - on top of it. The friends still hadn’t talked about what to do. There had just seemed to be a common understanding settled between them, and that was to keep as many people out of this as possible.

Still, Bucky wondered how his best friend was doing. This was an unusual situation, and he cared for him just as much as he did for you.

“Maybe you’re right.” You turned to him with a saddened face. “But I can’t help but feel like there is something else bothering him. I just want him to be okay...”

“We both do, doll.” Bucky couldn’t help it, he pulled you into his chest by your wrist - hoping it would be less intimate than by your waist like he always did - and tugged your head beneath his chin.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once your body molded against his, the familiar feeling of content mixing with the underlying tension he had been plagued with since the mission. That was what he had needed. To feel you again, touch you, have your arms hug him to your body, and be entranced by your perfume again.

It was hard not to kiss your hair, or inhale your shampoo too obviously when he held you like this. It was what he always did when he was Bucky - but now he was Steve. And Bucky never imagined he could hate being Steve so much.

He shook the thought immediately, focusing on you and squeezing you tight one more time before he let you go. He missed your touch the second you retracted your arms, sending a weak smile up to him. Oh, how he’d love to kiss that frown away, to touch you until he heard that beautiful laugh of yours again. But he couldn’t do it, he was not allowed to - he was Steve.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“Anytime.” He smiled reluctantly as he watched you leave with mixed feelings.

Bucky didn’t know how much longer he could endure this.

❁ ❁ ❁

“Thank fucking God!” Bucky exclaimed as he padded down his body - his own body.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of constant worry and agony, lonely nights, and the pressure of keeping this ridiculous secret. But Bruce had finally done it. Bucky didn’t know how - and it wasn’t super important to him either - but he was glad he finally had his own body back.

“You did it!” Steve stated with mild enthusiasm. He wasn’t sure if it made any difference anymore. He didn’t hate himself less for what had happened. But at least, now, he didn’t need to worry about making the mistake again.

Bruce just responded with a proud shrug, a blush almost forming on his cheeks before his smile fell again.

That’s when you entered the lab with a pile of manila folders in your hand.

“What’s going on in here?” You asked, excited to experience a light atmosphere in a room both Steve and Bucky were in. It had been different for a couple weeks now, and Bucky was still acting weird, but something told you, he was getting better. Well, maybe the laugh you had heard from the hallways had, but now he was just staring at you as Bruce did.

“What? Am I interrupting something? I just wanted to give you these files, Banner, I-” you trailed off when your eyes wandered from the men to the desk you had halted next to, a wild array of papers and opened digital files littering the work area as you placed your addition there as well.

You had always been a fast reader - a talent that came in handy more times than one would think - so your eyes scanned the documents in haste, collecting keywords and notes until they landed on a particularly concise one: Possible body switch triggers. What the hell? Super Soldiers. Consciousness. Machine. Serum. Third vessel for transfer. What the hell what the hell what the hell?!

You looked up, willing the confusion to the back of your mind as you pierced Bruce with a cold stare. “A body switch project? Really, Bruce? It’s not like we’re already down one person since Peter decided to test out his new jet-pack prototype.”

Bruce didn’t say anything. Instead, Bucky stepped forward with a reasoning tone. “Baby-“

“And you.” Your finger pointed at him. “I thought you were smarter. First, you’re acting all weird, and now you’re calling me ‘baby’ again,” you stated plainly, crossing your arms. Steve swallowed thickly, watching the interaction between you and Bucky play out with his lip between his teeth. “What- is this why you were behaving so weird? Are you in on this? Are you seriously participating as a lab rat?”

“I... we...” Bucky frantically searched the room for his teammates’ support, trailing off when everyone avoided his eyes. Traitors.

“Who is switching bodies? And why couldn’t you tell me?” The room had gotten silent, but you weren’t about to back down. You wanted answers, especially when the people you cared about did stupid things that risked their lives more than their job already did. You scanned each of them carefully, assessing which one was to break first under your solid stare. Steve was wringing his hands, his eyes trained on the ground - nervous, maybe, scared.

Bruce was sweating bullets. He hated being in fussy situations, always tense to keep the big guy down. He would speak first - de-escalation was his second nature… well, apart from the escalating one.

Bucky had his jaw wired shut, a frequent side eye assessing the state of his fellow coworkers carefully. Nobody wanted to break it to you. Especially since they had hidden the switch from you for two weeks. You weren’t big on betrayal and everyone knew it.

“They-“ Bruce started but was shut up by Bucky’s death stare quickly. How dare he do him so dirty?

“You were saying?” You zeroed in on the scientist, a hopeful yet clueless look on your face, but Bruce was too scared of Bucky to continue. He hated lying to you, everyone did.

But you wouldn’t budge, staring him down, challenging him to break the silence. What was so bad about something that hadn’t even happened yet?

But then a deep voice sounded from the other corner of the room. “Bucky and I did.” Less steady than usual and still avoiding your eyes, Steve let his hands fall to his sides. “On accident...”

And Bucky sighed, half relieved, half angry at his friend.

“What? When?”

“On the last mission,” Bruce chimed in, just to earn another stink eye from Bucky.

“The last mission two weeks ago? Two Weeks?!”

“I wanted to tell you, okay? But we thought it was best if we kept it a secret... for everyone’s sake.” The brunette super soldier stepped forward, his hands showing surrender when he moved into your personal space.

“And you didn’t think to include me? Your girlfriend?” You looked at him appalled. Why the hell did he not say anything? Would you have ever known had you not walked in on-

“I'm sorry.” Your breath hitched when Bucky pulled you into his arms, placing a firm kiss on your head before burying his face in your neck again.

Because that was when you realized - when you remembered - the last time it had happened.

Steve finally dared to look up at the couple in front of him only to find you staring at him over his best friend’s shoulder.

You knew.

Steve could see it in your eyes - that look you were giving him made him shudder. There was slight confusion in your stare, a little sadness, too. You knew, but Steve knew you wouldn’t lose a word over it.

He tore his longing stare from you and looked down bashfully, ticking his jaw before he could say or do anything stupid. That’s when he felt the sorrow covering his senses again, the hurtful pull on his heart that he had become so used to at the sight of you in Bucky’s arms.

He’s had you once, got to taste you once - and it was one time too many, he reminded himself.

And even though it hurt, he found comfort in the familiarity the feeling held.

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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year

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Liiiiiisssssaaaaa I love when you write mean Steve

How about you’re the new to the tower working with Tony or as a chef or something like that and Steve asks you out. You turn him down because you want to keep things professional at work and he doesn’t like that…

Chef’s Kiss

Characters: Mean!Steve x Chef!Reader.

Words: 1.1K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, mean!Steve, explicit sexual content, non-con sexual contact, makeshift gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: This has taken me forever and a day to write! Thank you so much for the request Emma. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“Mm, what smells so good?”

The question doesn’t irritate you, it’s the voice that asks it that sets your teeth instantly on edge. You can envision the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth even while your back is turned, the omnipotence and all-consuming arrogance dripping from his lips.

Taking a deep breath as you stare down at your half-mixed bowl of meringue, you eventually gather up enough resolve to turn around to greet your unwanted visitor. Steve leans against the counter top behind you, eyes twinkling with mischief and he regards you with the very smirk you had imagined.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Rogers?” you ask politely as you wipe your hands on the towel hanging from your shoulder, making sure to flash him a terse smile.

He tuts lightly. “Y’know you can call me Steve.”

“But being on first name terms would imply that we’re friends,” you can’t help but spit out.

He smiles at you, like he’s amused by your remark, but it never meets his eyes— the darkness in his stare turning the cobalt of his gaze icy cold.

Steve has never taken your rejection well. Ever since the Christmas party he’s purposely gone out of his way to make you regret turning him down, and with all the power he wields at Stark Tower, he’s succeeding to a point. Some nights you go home wishing you had just hooked up with him that night to save yourself from his current inappropriate behaviour, but you dread to wonder what he’d be like if he had gotten his way after all.

“C’mon, we’ve worked together for a year now, I think we’re well past being acquaintances.”

Funny. He said that almost word for word when he tried to coerce you into bed.

With a roll of your eyes, you turn back to what you were doing, intent on getting the dessert finished regardless of Steve’s presence. “Then by that logic myself and Mr. Stark are the best of friends,” you mutter under your breath.

You start to stir the meringue once more, trying to ignore the heat of Steve’s glare against your back. It’s no use as he sidles up next to you and reaches over to put his finger into the sticky white mixture. You follow its trail with your eyes, watching as it clings to his skin while he lifts it to his mouth— slippery wet tongue poking out ready to lick it off.

“Mm, delicious,” he hums in delight as your eyes meet. “Shame, you could’ve made a real career out of your talent.”

A sudden flash of anger bubbles beneath your skin, scorching you from the inside out. Before your mind can register what you’re saying, you respond tersely with, “Funny. Could say the same about yours.”

The amused expression on Steve’s face falters for a second before his lips split into a wide smile. He takes a small step closer, towering over you. “Now if you’d taken me up on my offer at Christmas,” he reaches out and runs a finger down your arm, “you’d know my talents know no limits.”

You jolt back as if you’ve been burnt. “Well I’m not interested in finding out.”

Steve hurriedly closes the gap once more and as you try again to create a void, he grabs your arm to keep you in place. “I waited patiently for months hoping you’d realise what a huge mistake you made, but no, you’re far too stubborn for that.”

“The only mistake I’ve ever made was not reporting you to Mr. Stark,” you demand shakily. You try to pull your arm back but Steve just grips you tighter as he does the same to the other arm and drags you to his hard chest.

“Report me,” he laughs with mirth. “I haven’t done anything to you,” he pauses and you feel icy cold fear creep up your spine, “yet.”

At that, you squirm in his hold but it’s no use. It takes very little effort on Steve’s part to turn you around as he shoves you up against the worktop. You attempt to scream, but the sound is muffled by Steve’s palm hurriedly clamping over your mouth. It only remains there for a moment before he’s roughly shoving the towel you’d been cleaning your hands on past your lips.

“Ssh, it’s okay,” he soothes but it lacks the proper sincerity that comes from such a statement. You keep trying to slap him from behind you as he bends you over, your waving hand knocking over the bowl of meringue in the process. As your cheek meets the counter, your ass skims the swell of his cock. The sensation revolts you, however it only seems to spur Steve on even more.

With one hand, he easily rips a hole into your sweats— just a big enough gap to allow himself to slide his hand over your pussy. You buck against his touch involuntarily and the resounding grunt from behind you makes you want to retch.

“Look how wet I’m makin’ you already,” Steve sighs, rubbing you through the thin material of your underwear. “I could’ve been doing this all along, but you just had to play hard to get, didn’t you?”

You whimper in frustration from behind the dirty towel, flames of heat pulsing down your thighs and your gut twists at the feeling. His fingertips run circles over your clit before dipping just inside your entrance to smear your unwelcome wetness over your throbbing bead.

He stops suddenly, roughly tugging your saturated underwear to one side and the distinct sound of a belt buckle snapping open meets your ears. There’s little point in trying to fight the inevitable but you try anyway, thrashing against the counter as if it will somehow stop Steve from going through with what he’s about to do.

Scorched heat nestles against your opening briefly until it’s piercing through you. Stretching you beyond what you think you can take. You can’t help but whine as he fills you with his cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head when his hips meet your ass.

“See, ‘m not so bad, am I?” he purrs above you, pulling out teasingly slow. The irony is not lost on you— the perfect reply drifting through your mind, but you have no ability to voice it.

Before you know it, he’s burying himself right back up to the root inside you. His body follows behind, covering you like a weighted blanket. Suffocating and oppressive, just like his sticky breath on your cheek, “All I ever wanted to do was give you my Christmas present.”

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eat-limes-bitches · 1 year

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Winds

*Part of the Stages of a Storm collection*

PAIRING: Female Avenger! Reader x Bucky Barnes

WARNINGS: Angst, Injury, depression, crying, hurt/comfort, Soft! Bucky

(This story was highly inspired by You Don’t Know by Katelyn Tarvern)

The wind shows us just how close to the edge we really are

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Any other day, the view would be enough to calm the turmoil swirling through her head, but being stuck back at base in a wheelchair while her teammates were out fighting the next battle was too much for her to handle. It had been 6 weeks since Y/N had fractured her pelvis and femur and was removed from field work ‘until further notice’ as Tony said. They had also assigned her a babysitter, Bucky was staying back from all missions now, just to watch over her, making sure she was safe and was well taken care of. What she didn’t know was that Bucky wasn’t forced to do this, he begged them to let him stay back. Y/N had wormed his way into his heart from the moment she stepped foot in the compound and he didn’t trust anyone else with her care, which is how he found himself here, watching his little spitfire be more of a wisp of smoke as she stared out the window, gripping the mug in her hands with a vice grip.

Taking a deep breath, he walked over to her and sat down next to her and watched her for a moment. The tattoos on her arms that would normally glow and fluctuate with the fire she tamed inside was now an ashy black, almost seeming to fade in some places. Her eyes were hollow missing the spark that usually lived there and her overall spunk was gone. “Hey darlin, I know this sucks, but how are you doin’?” Bucky asked softly, placing his hand on the armrest of her chair. Y/N shook her head, refusing to look at Bucky , instead focusing on picking the skin around her nails. “You were right about the sucking part.” She grumbled, setting her mug down on the table and examining her hands. “I haven’t been able to conjure a flame in weeks, I don’t know who I am anymore.” Bucky placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to find the right words to say but she shrugged him off. “ I'm so tired, sitting here waiting. If I hear one more "Just be patient", It's always gonna stay the same.” Bucky felt his heart sinking at her confession, “Doll…” he started but was cut off by her speaking again, “Let me just give up, let me just let go.” Bucky placed his hand on her shoulder again causing Y/N to turn and look at him. She took in the worried look on his face before speaking again, “If this isn't good for me, I don't wanna know. I don't want your good advice, or reasons why I'm alright.” She took a watery breath and spoke again, “I need some air.”

Y/N removed herself from Bucky's presence and wheeled away from him and onto the balcony, hoping the cool air from the approaching storm could help her find the air that had been missing from her lungs. She closed her eyes and focused on the wind whipping her hair around when she heard the door open and close before heavy footsteps made their way towards her. She opened her eyes only to be met with Bucky’s concerned gaze looking right back at her. She was captivated by the blue orbs for a moment before she blinked and shook her head. “Don’t look at me like that.” This caused Bucky to arch an eyebrow slightly, “Like what.” Y/N looked at him again before her hardened expression crumpled slightly, “Like you can see right through me. I’m afraid you’ll end up seeing me the way I see myself.” She whispered as tears began to freely flow down her face.

Bucky’s heart broke and he kneeled down beside her, taking her face in his hands and wiping the tears away with his thumbs, “Oh darlin’, what do you need from me?” Sniffling, she looked into Bucky’s eyes and began to wonder when she loved the feeling of his hands on her skin and how vibrant his eyes were. Shaking the thought from her head she took a deep breath and the words that left her mouth were ones Bucky never thought he would hear, let alone directed at him, “I could really use a hug. I feel so alone.” Careful not to jostle her, Bucky wrapped Y/N up in his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead while whispering softly, “You won’t ever be alone as long as I’m around, doll. Never.”

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babybatscreationsv2 · 9 months

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Daddy, Look!

Marvel | Starker

Tony was just trying to give Peter something to keep him busy on the long train ride, but brats can't stand to be ignored.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings and tags below

For Aech <3

Warnings/tags: public sex, D/s, daddy kink, remote control vibrator, brat!Peter, femboy!Peter

The train rattled along the tracks. Open countryside rolled by bringing a peaceful sort of energy to the passengers on board. Except for Peter who couldn't quite sit still. He clasped his hands in his lap and squeezed his thighs together. He was grateful that the sound of the train covered the buzzing sound coming from his lap. Their car was open to the twenty or so other passengers who sat and relaxed or wandered around stretching their legs. A man sat across from them reading a newspaper. Across the aisle was a group of three women who chatted excitedly. No one was paying him any attention, but it sure felt like everyone was watching.

Tony's hand dropped onto his thigh. He coaxed Peter's legs apart, not much, but enough of a suggestion. His fingers teased his skin for a moment before settling in place. The man seemed otherwise enraptured with the crime novel he was reading.

Peter took a deep breath. The vibration was constant and that meant he was slowly getting used to it. He could tolerate it now. He watched out the window and couldn't help bouncing up out of his seat as a herd of black and white cows came into view.

"Tony, look! Cows!"

"Cute," Tony said. His fingers trailed up the back of his thigh and palmed his ass. The toy inside him changed settings to something pulsing and hard to ignore. Peter leaned back into Tony's hand, moaning quietly before he remembered where they were. He gasped and jumped back into his seat where he glared at the man. Tony only chuckled.

"Excellent view don't you think?"

Peter swatted his arm. "I hate you."

Tony gripped his chin, eyes narrowed. The vibration increased until Peter's eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open. "You what?"

"Please daddy," Peter gasped. "Daddy please please please-" he panted. He couldn't stop. Stuck begging and squirming, completely helpless.

The toy slowed, then stopped. "Oh, but you hate me." Tony faked a pout. He turned away to look out the window. Peter climbed into his lap and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean it."

Tony looked at him, seeming to debate if he would forgive him or not. He gave him a quick kiss. "It's alright, baby."

Peter settled back in the seat, but the toy remained off. Only now he wanted it on. He waited patiently as the train kept rolling, but his patience didn't last forever.

"Daddy?" he whined.

"Hm?" Tony barely acknowledged.

Peter glared. He wasn't going to tolerate that at all. He picked himself up and sat on Tony's lap, squirming in an effort to make himself comfortable until Tony had to grab his hips and stop him.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked innocently.

"You wouldn't like it," Tony answered.

"Tell me about it. I'm bored."

"You should have brought something to do."

"I should do you," Peter said simply without bothering to lower his voice.

Tony was phased. "Then you should behave better."

"I was only showing you cows." Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll keep 'em to myself next time."

"Don't be a brat."

Peter stood and turned to sit on the opposite bench. He didn't even look at Tony as he slid next to the other man.

"Reading something interesting?" he asked with a smile.

The man smiled back, looking up from his paper as if from a dream. Or maybe as if he were falling into one. Peter let him tell him all about a mayoral election in his town while he slowly spread his legs apart and let his skirt ride up. He wasn't even sure Tony had noticed when the man decided to join their conversation.

"That's very interesting," he said and when Peter looked at his face the toy clicked back on. He was too distracted to catch the rest. But the stranger started talking so Peter went back to nodding politely at him, hiding his disappointment when the toy stopped.

"I've heard about him. He has some big opinions on food taxes," Tony commented. Peter looked at him again, brain melting as his eyes met his face and he realized the game they were playing. The conversation faded away as he looked at Tony and the toy buzzed higher and higher as if rewarding him for forgetting anyone else existed. He didn't have any control over it when he came. Only the tiniest squeak escaped him. They both looked at him, one concerned and the other smug. The toy died down and then stopped.

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Peter choked out. "Excuse me." He went back to his seat, pressing into Tony's side like a frightened puppy.

Tony carried on until the conversation died naturally. The other man went back to his newspaper.

"You get what you wanted?"

Peter considered the trouble he'd get in if he told Tony he hated him twice in one day. "Yes," he admitted instead.

Tony only chuckled and gave him a kiss.

#starker #marvel #prompt fill

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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Save me

Created: 15.02.2022

Finished: 16.02.2022

Edited: 11.09.2023

Age: 17

Word count: 2,224

Warnings: Blood, Kidney failure, Surgery, Sucicidal thoughts, Failed suicide attempt, Explosion, Guns, Fainting

Request: No

Summary: When you suddenly become ill, Natasha is ready to do anything to save you.

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You have always been a healthy person. You would rarely get sick and besides the common cold, you never had any other type of health issues.

So when you started to suddenly feel sick, you didn't question it too much and you also didn't tell your mom because you didn't wanted to worry her.

It started with fatigue and shortness of breath, but with each day that passed it started to get worse.

You started to feel confused, and wouldn't pay much attention to what happens around you because the chest pain and the nausea were killing you.

Natasha had tried a few times to ask you what was wrong but you always waved her off, saying you were okay.

But today you woke up and felt like a train hit you. You hardly made your way toward the common room where Nat, Steve, Clint, Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda were talking.

You barely took two steps inside the room when your mom turned her attention to you.

"Hey, baby! What are you doing here?" Natasha asked softly

You didn't manage to give her an answer.

"Kid?" Tony asked "What's up?"

"Y/N?" Wanda also called you

You felt the world spinning around you and in a blink of an eye, you collapsed to the ground.

Your mom jumped from her seat and in a second was by your side.

"Y/N? Baby?" She worriedly asked, as she lightly shook you "Wake up! Please, wake up..."

"We need to get her to Bruce." Steve said, lifting you and sprinting to the lab

—

When they got there, Bruce asked Steve to lay you down on a table and Natasha took her place by your side, stroking your hair.

"Nat, I need you to step aside, please. I have to check her." Bruce softly spoke to her

"I'm not going to leave her." The woman said without taking her eyes off of you "Don't worry, baby. Mama is not going anywhere." Tears started streaming down her face.

"Nat, please." Bruce asked again

When he saw that Natasha paid no attention to him, the doctor signaled to Steve and Clint to take her out of the room.

Steve quickly lifted Natasha and took her out, with a fight from the redhead that screamed and kicked Steve, refusing to leave your side.

At this point, everyone was gathered and spread all across the waiting room, trying to be patient.

Natasha was on the floor, her back supported by a wall, crying. With Clint to her right and Wanda to her left doing their best to be strong for your mom and you.

Thor, Tony, and Steve were sitting in the chairs that were placed in the waiting room.

Bucky and Sam were leaning against the wall.

Pepper, Peter, Fury, and Maria were also there.

—

After the longest hour in everyone's life, Bruce came out from his lab with an unreadable face.

Natasha bolted up to her feet and everyone circled Bruce, asking a hundred questions per second.

"Calm down!" Bruce shouted, waiting for the room to fall silent "I ran some tests on her, and turns out she suffered a kidney failure."

"She was okay a few days ago." Bucky commented

"The illness progressed very quickly." Bruce explained

"But she's okay now? Isn't she? She's okay?" Natasha tried to keep her tears at bay, failing miserably

"I'm sorry, Nat. But she's in a coma now. She needs a kidney transplant and at this rate, if we don't find a donor in the next 24 hours, she might never wake up."

"Take mine!" Your mother said without a second thought

"I need to see if you are compatible first. There is a huge chance for her body to reject the new kidney." Bruce put his hand on the handle of the door "If anyone else wants to help her, I can run the tests."

"I want!" Everyone present in the room said at the same time

"Okay then. I'm going to prepare what I need. Until then you can go and see her." He opened the door

Natasha was the first one to pass by Bruce and enter inside, followed by the rest.

She saw you lying on a bed with different machines all over you and countless wires connected to your body.

The woman let out a cry of pain and quickly reached you, taking your hand in hers.

"You're going to be alright, my love. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I can't lose you, baby girl. I can't..." Natasha sobbed kissing your hand

Time seemed to pass in slow-motion as they waited for the results, to see if any of them were a match to you.

"I need to save her. I need her. She saved me so many times before. I have to save her now. I can't live without my baby." Natasha whispered from beside you

"What do you mean she saved you, Miss Romanoff?" Peter asked confused

"Oh, my boy..." Tony sighed putting his hand on Peter's back "You are too young."

~~~~~

It's been some time since Natasha was an Avenger and started to save the world and save people instead of complaying orders and kill them.

And for a while everything was good. She was happy. Or at least she tried to be.

She knows that she never can have the thing she wants the most, so she tries to be happy with all she has now.

She has the chance to save the world, to be a part of a team, and to wipe her ledger clean.

But that's not what she wished for the most.

The only thing she wanted, she couldn't have.

A baby.

Her own baby. Her own little family.

Natasha tried to not think about it. She really tried but was hard.

One morning she woke up feeling sick.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, but when she felt sick for 8 days in a row, she decided to go and ask Bruce to check her up.

After he took some blood samples from her, Natasha came back to her room and sat on the floor.

Her past started to come back to her. Her painful memories made their way to the front of her mind, making her relive all that pain.

Reaching into her back pocket, Nat took out a knife and held it to her wrist.

"I'm of no use." She cried out "No one needs me. And now I'm sick. I'll be a burden."

She thought that it was time to finally end her suffering and cut open her wrists.

As she was about to do it when Clint came in the room with a big smile on his face, that quickly faded when he saw her.

Clint gently approached her, with his hands up, in order to show her that he was no threat.

"Hey Nat. Why don't you calm down a little? Huh?" He gently spoke to her "Put that knife aside and we could talk a little because Bruce just found out what is happening to you."

"No, Clint!" She sobbed "I want to end everything. I can't do this anymore..."

"Look, Nat. I don't know what happened or how it happened, but Bruce just told me that all his tests came back with the same result." Clint smiled a little

"What?" She sniffled

"You're pregnant."

The knife from Natasha's hand fell to the ground with a loud bang and she stared mouth open at her best friend, not believing what she just heard.

"Impossible." That was all she said

"No, Natasha. I don't know how, but it's not impossible. You're going to be a mom. Think about it."

Natasha brought the same shakey hand, that held the knife a few moments ago, to her stomach and rubbed it with her thumb.

"A baby? My baby?" She said in disbelief

"Yeah, Nat. A baby. A baby is growing inside you right now. They depend on you. You're their only source of life. Do you really want to end their life before it even began?" Clint reasoned

"No..." Natasha shook her head, starting to cry again "I promise you, my baby, that I'll always take care of you. I'll do anything for you."

~~~~~

The silence grew as Clint finished his story, making Peter regret that he asked about it. The only thing that could be heard, were Natasha's sobs.

"Remember when she made Natasha come back from her mission?" Maria broke the silence

~~~~~

"Your kid is going to have a heart attack from so much screaming and crying for you, Romanoff." Fury said throwing the phone annoyed "Just come back. I give you the permission to leave everything and come back to your child."

It wasn't that Natasha didn't want to come back to her 5-year-old daughter, who suddenly started crying for her mama, but she was so close to finishing the mission and she wasn't sure how Fury would react to her failing her mission because her daughter is more important to her than any mission.

"But sir-" She was interrupted by a loud cry

"MAMA!" You yelled

"C'mon kid, breathe." Was the next thing she heard

"Nat, she can't breathe, come home. NOW!" Maria yelled through the speaker

That was it.

Natasha dropped everything she was doing at that moment and ran as fast as she could out of the building she was in and to the car.

But as soon as she was out, the building exploded behind her, leaving no survivors.

~~~~~

"I don't know how she knew it, but I remember that Y/N calmed down before Natasha called us back and told us what happened." Fury honestly confessed

"She felt it, Nick." Maria softly looked at you "She felt that her mama was in danger and wanted to protect her in the best way a 5-year-old could."

Natasha was silently staring at your pale face, tracing your features with her fingers, listening to every word the others were saying.

"I do remember that time when Y/N saved Miss Romanoff on a mission." Peter spoke again

~~~~~

"Mama, watch out!" You shouted, seeing an agent pointing a gun at her

You ran as fast as you could and jumped in front of your mother just in time.

A loud bang was heard, followed by another one.

The first one, hit you in your stomach. The second one, hit the other agent in the head.

He shot you and Natasha shot him.

You dropped to your knees and your mom was by your side, taking you in her arms, in no time.

"Y/N, hey, stay awake. Can you do this for me, baby? Can you do it for Mama?" She asked, supporting all of your weight

You weakly nodded, but your eyes were dropping.

"No! Y/N Romanoff! Look at me! Just don't close your eyes, angel. C'mon, you can do it. Stay with me, my love." Natasha shook you

"I-I love y-y-you, M-Mama." You said before going limp in her arms

"NO!" Natasha screamed in pain

That was one of the worst days in her life for Natasha.

She had to wait 3 hours for news about you when they took you into surgery in order to remove the bullet.

It's safe to say that Natasha was a mess, from the moment you went unconscious until the moment you opened your eyes in the medbay, two days after the surgery.

You had never seen your mom like this.

Crying like a baby, holding you in her arms, whispering things like: 'I thought I lost you' or ' Never scare me like that again'.

Then she took care of you really intently, she didn't even let you eat by yourself as if you were a baby once again.

~~~~~

"That was, what? Two years ago? How fast the time flies. She'll be 18 next week. Isn't she?" Tony laughed trying to lift everyone's spirits, but he was the only one laughing

You were running out of time.

Just then Bruce burst through the door, holding a bunch of papers in his hands.

All the heads turned to him.

"I found a match." He breathed out

"Who?" Natasha asked

"You." Bruce breathed out

Natasha turned her head towards you and kissed your forehead "I told you, my little angel. I told you that I'll do anything for you. I'm going to save you as you saved me. You are going to be okay."

From that moment on, everything went smoothly. Natasha gave you one of her kidneys. Your body accepted it and you woke up a few days after the surgery.

Your mom was already beside you because she refused to spend more time in bed.

—

You slowly opened your eyes, being hit by a bright light.

"Hey, angel." Natasha kissed your head "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better." You answered, making her smile "What happened?"

And she told you everything that happened in the past 3 days.

Maybe you are not as safe as Natasha would like you to be, but you know that she is going to save you every time you need her.

And she knew that you were her little guardian angel, that saved her life even before you were born.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Get Out

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of surgery, botched mission, coma, mentions of IV's, bit of angst, tad of fluff

Summary: you adjust to your new position in comms as you and Loki grow closer, until an incident pushes you over the edge...

Part Five--Part Six (final)

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Over the next few months Loki kept his word, sticking by your side as you transitioned to your new position, coms support. Tony was going to make you an analyst but you talked him into atleast letting you help with missions, it almost made you feel like you were out there with them. Every morning as you made your way to your desk there would be a coffee waiting, every few days a vase of flowers with it, each with a new note, today's message brought a tear to your eye.

"Y/n, you are the strongest, bravest and most courageous woman I have ever known. I wish you could be out there with me, but hearing your voice guide me I know I am not alone. And know that as long as I breath, you shall never be alone either. I will always be here for you, now and for forever.

Love always, Loki

Loki had been patient, giving you space, being your friend, but you were beginning to want more. Everytime you saw him your heart would flutter, when he handed you something and your fingers touched it made you blush. You knew you could never have what you had before, and you didn't want that. You wanted to move forward, start new and you were beginning to have hope that maybe you could, with your life, with Loki. You adjusted your brace and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack when you heard voices, making you stop.

"Loki, why haven't you called me back?" You heard a woman say "because I have told you, I am not interested." You heard him say. You leaned out, seeing it was the woman from the lab "I thought we had a connection baby." She said running a hand up his arm. Seeing him pull away "no, we didn't. I was drunk, and you took advantage, and don't call me that." He said sternly as she crossed her arms.

"What, you gonna go back to her, she probably couldn't even please you with only one..." She was suddenly cut off as Loki slammed his hand down "You have tried my patience long enough, you will not speak of y/n in such a manner, I love her and only her, and If you speak to me again I will have a word with stark about what really happened at that party, and my brother will bear witness." He growled towering over her as she stared at him. "Fine, have it your way." She huffed storming out. You peeked over seeing Loki leaning on the counter with his head down.

"Hey, how's everything?" You asked walking in "y/n, hi, how are you feeling?" He asked straightening up. "I'm...ok." you smiled at him. "Did you need something to eat? I can make you something." He said throwing a rag over his shoulder "no, thank you I was just going to grab a snack." You said grabbing a small bag of chips. "No, you need more then that, sit and I'll make you a sandwich" He said sternly as you sat down. "Thank you, for the coffee and the flowers, oh and the notes. They really mean alot to me." You said looking down. "It is my pleasure y/n, I want to support you any way I can." You heard him say while you attempted to open your chips.

"Well I'll be in your ear on your missing today, who are you going with again?" You asked still fighting the bag. "It is I and James, there is a vial of some virus we are supposed to retrieve." He said watching you. You sighed in frustration "Could you hand me a knife?" You asked as he materialized one, handing it to you you stabbed the bag, setting the knife down you pried it open with your fingers and began eating. "When do you leave?" You asked as he placed your sandwich in front of you "Oh, about twenty minutes, I'm ready to go just waiting." He said as you nodded. "Promise you'll be careful?" You asked looking at him "I promise y/n." He said as you smiled.

You finished eating as Bucky walked in "Hey Loki, you ready? We gotta go. Hi y/n!" He said walking past heading to the helipad. "Well, I must take my leave, I'll see you when I get back?" He asked and you got up walking around the counter "Yes, You will." You smiled, wrapping your arm around his neck, his around your middle. "C..can we talk when you get back?" You whispered in his hair as he pulled back "Yes of course, is everything ok?" He asked "yes, everything is fine, it's just something I want to...discuss." you smiled as he nodded "I look forward to it." He smiled cupping your cheek as he walked off, joining Bucky on the helipad.

"No, you guys are going to want to go left, and then down three flights." You said in the coms, looking at the layout of the base. "Ok got it." You heard Bucky as they made their way down. "Alright we're here, what next?" Loki asked "ok, go out and to the right, there should be a door at the end of the hall." You said switching the maps to the next room. "Ok, we're at the door." Bucky whispered. "Alright, the vial should be in a case in that room, I'm not sure where but look for a metal lock box or maybe a safe." You said "ok got it, let's go." Bucky whispered.

You listened to their breathing as you switched views on your screen "anything?" You asked "no, not yet." Loki whispered as you chewed on your pencil "Hey loki, over here." You heard Bucky. You heard a loud bang "ok, we got it, headed back to the.." Bucky started as you heard an alarm "shit, it must have been wired, let's go!" Bucky yelled as you heard both of them breathing heavy. "Hurry guys, please!" You said "shit Loki, watch out." You heard "what's going on?" You almost yelled "we got agents." Bucky said. "Guys, the place is gonna blow, Get out of there!" You yelled, your anxiety shooting out of control.

"James watch out!" You heard Loki yell before a loud explosion and silence. "Bucky, Loki are you there?" You asked, getting static "guys, answer me!" You yelled feeling a hand on your shoulder you looked up seeing Steve "they'll be ok." He said "you don't know that! They've gone silent." You began to panic "y/n, are you there?" You heard Bucky "yes, yes I'm here, what happened!?" You practically yelled "have medica waiting when we get there, I'm gonna push it so about ten minutes." He said as you looked up seeing Steve nod and run off "b..bucky, where's Loki?" You asked shakely "he's....he's not good doll. Unconscious right now, I've got him stapped to the gurney, taking off now." He said as you but your lip.

"W..what happened?" You asked. "One of the agents had a missile launcher. We were almost to the entrance when he shot it off." Bucky said as you teared up "Loki shoved me out before putting one of his green shield things up, i...I couldn't back in to him." He said as you felt the pit in your stomach grow. "He...he took the full force of the blast, when the shield dropped I was able to pull him out but.. " he stopped as you waited silently "It's not good y/n, meet me on the helipad, I'll be there soon." He said. You ripped the com out of your ear and sprinted up to the roof just as the jet was landing, seeing all the medics hovering around as the loading ramp dropped and they rushed in.

You ran to to follow when Bucky grabbed you, pulling you aside "no y/n, don't go in there." He said making you look at him "what, no I need to see him." You said fighting to get out of his grip "no, stop. Look at me y/n." He said sternly grabbing your head "focus on me, he's alive, he'll be ok just...don't go in there." He said as tears streamed down your face "w..why not?" You said trying to pull his hands off you "because y/n, if you see him, you'll always see it. Just....stay here with me." He said looking into your eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you saw them bringing him out and tried to turn as Bucky pulled you into a hug, holding your head to his shoulder. "Shh, he'll be ok." He said as you sobbed.

A few hours had passed as you paced outside his room, you wanted to be in there but you were glad Thor was. You rounded back around as Thor came out "is he ok? What's going on?" You asked as Thor looked at you "he is fine, there was alot of damage but he's begining to heal slowly." He said wiping his face. "Is he awake?" You asked "no, he's still unconscious, they have him on something to keep him asleep while he heals. But you can go see him if you would like, they have bandaged him." He said as he opened the door. You walked in seeing his face and hands wrapped in white bandages, you could only see his eyes and mouth. "He was burned pretty badly, and being a frost giant it may take longer to heal, but he will." He said as you walked to the bed laying your hand on his.

You sat by his side day and night for a week. Waiting for him to wake. The only time you left was to grab a new book to read to him. A nurse came in several times to check his healing and she was able to remove the bandages. You ran your fingers over his cheek, seeing the marks on his skin. Pushing his hair back you sat grabbing his hand and layed your head on the bed. You weren't sure when you fell asleep but you felt someone squeeze your hand making you lift your head. "Loki, your awake." You said jumping up seeing him smile "is James alright?" He asked looking into your eyes. "Yes, he's fine." You said, wrapping your arm around him burying your face in his neck.

"I...I thought I lost you." You said shakely while he rubbed your back "they'll have to try harder to kill me, it's not so easy." He laughed as you sat up wiping your face. "Are you ok y/n?" He asked wiping your cheek with his thumb. You adjusted your brace, sitting next to him you grabbed his hand. "Loki, you remember that thing I wanted to talk to you about." You asked as he nodded "Well, I was wondering, if you still wanted to, if maybe you wanted to.....try again?" You asked looking at him. "Really?" He asked sitting up wincing "careful." You scolded him, propping pillows up behind him. "A..are you serious y/n?" He asked holding your hand "Yes Loki, if you still want me." You said squeezing his hand. "Oh y/n, I'll never not want you." He smiled squeezing your hand back.

"Everything will be different, I swear it." He said looking at you. "I know, I heard you and lab girl before you left." You smiled looking down. "Just, please don't break my heart again Loki, I'm not sure I could take it." You said looking back up at him. "Never again my love, never again." He said cupping your cheek, leaning forward gently pressing his lips to yours before pulling you into another hug. "And I want to go slow, try dating first, is that ok?" You asked as he gripped you tighter "that is perfect love." He said burying his face in your hair.

You weren't sure what the future held for the two of you, but you had a good feeling......

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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maybe wanda notices that you haven’t been eating and is rly worried about the reader?

Authors note: Requested by @allieh430

Word count: 962 Wanda Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

You’ve been trying your best to eat things these past few days, you really have been but your appetite is just nowhere to be found and even when it is there it only makes you crave small things like one candy bar or a small fry. Something that's easy enough to grab in the city on your evening walk and it seems to be holding you over for the most part.

You didn’t realize tonight would be any different, until you remembered that Wanda had returned from a mission last night, which means she's definitely going to use cooking dinner for the team as a way to get her stress out. You really hope no one notices and says anything. You doubt they will though, it's not often you all get together like a family and share a meal at the table. Surely everyone would be too distracted by conversation to notice.

You trudge to the kitchen when you hear the Sokovian call out that dinner’s ready. Faking a smile before entering the room you greet your teammates and friends before taking your seat. Wanda smiles as she, Vision and Natasha bring out the dishes to the table, letting everyone pick their own portions and wants. To your dismay she takes a seat next to you.

“Hi Y/n.” she greets

“Hey Wan. How was the mission?”

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

You nod, “Glad to hear that”

You're relieved as she and Yelena take up conversation, allowing you to grab a small portion of the food you normally take a heaping helping of. To your relief no one calls you out on it so you relax a bit and take a few small bites before the mere idea of swallowing anymore makes your stomach twist.

The Sokovian watches you from the corner of her eye. The meal you'd normally scarf down with speed rivaling her brothers, you now simply push around your plate with the fork. Her brows furrowed together when she notices you sneaking small bits of it off your meal to Lucky, who sits patiently at your feet waiting for more.

After a few more minutes, once half your meal is gone you take your plate to the kitchen. You empty the plates remaining contents into the trash before rinsing your dishes off and placing them in the dishwasher.

You make your way back into the dining area, not meeting anyones eyes as you excuse yourself, “Thanks for dinner Wans, it was delicious as usual. I’m gonna head out now. Gotta get some paperwork done for Fury.”

“Don’t suppose I can talk you into doing mine too?” Tony jokes, causing you to just barely crack a smile, but Wanda notices the lack of warmth in your eyes

“Nope” you reply, “Gotta do your own Stark”

He frowns and Natasha smirks, “Poor playboy doesn't have an assistant for that paperwork?”

As they continue to joke with each other, you sneak out the door and slowly make your way down the hall to your room. Unknown to you, Wandas concerned eyes follow you. She doesn't like the slump of your shoulders as you go or how uninterested you seem in everything tonight. Quickly she stands, taking her own plate to the kitchen before heading on up to your room.

She stands in front of your door for a few moments to collect her thoughts before gently knocking, “Can I come in?”

You sigh, placing the folder of paperwork down on the desk, “Doors open!” She enters and makes her way to the edge of your bed, taking a seat as you turn in your chair to face her, “Hey Wan. Everything ok?”

“I should be asking you that.” she states, causing you to give her a confused look, “When I was getting the ingredients ready for dinner I noticed how much of your groceries and snacks were still in the kitchen. And Lucky ate more of your dinner than you did.”

“Oh.” you breathe out, averting your eyes to the floor

She gently grabs your chin, lifting your face to look at her. You're slightly surprised by the amount of concern lacing her features, “Talk to me Y/n, what's going on inside that pretty head of yours?”

You shrug, “You could just read my mind you know.”

She shakes her head, “I would never violate your privacy or your mind like that dorogoy(sweetheart)”

You smile at her, “I really wouldn't mind though. I mean it’s you Wan, I know you wouldn’t dig too deep or harm me in any way.”

“You really trust me like that?” she whispers

“Of course Wan” you reply

She smiles, “Well that's good to know, but I’d kinda like for you to tell me what's going on.”

“I don’t really know.” You sigh, “I just can’t eat. My appetites just not here anymore.”

“Aren't you hungry though?” she asks, worry lacing her tone

“I mean some days I get a little hungry but only for something small like a granola bar, an apple or some french fries.” you reply, “I’m sorry, I know you worked hard on dinner tonight. I really wanted to eat it….I just couldn't.”

Without warning she pulls you into a hug, “Dorogoy(sweetheart), I'm not upset about you eating what I cooked. I never would be. I’m just worried about you.”

You rest your head on her shoulder, “I’m ok Wans, promise. This just happens sometimes. I’ll be back to scarfing down your cooking in a few days.”

“Ok, as long as you're sure.”

You nod against her shoulder, “I’m sure. Do you wanna stay for a while? We can watch some sitcoms.”

She pulls back slightly and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’d love that.”

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starkslove101 · 7 months

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CHAPTER 15: "Ignorance is bliss, right?"

A/N: I'm sorry for the wait! School started and I had a lot going on. I hope you all like this chapter as much as the last one!

Tony.

“Me neither” was the last thing Ransom said before she jumped out of the building. I ran up to the edge. I lost feeling in my hands completely when I saw that she making her way down fast. I was looking for my bracelets to activate my new suit but to my surprise, she was able to activate her powers on time and was able to stay afloat. I took a deep breath as I placed a hand over my heart. I pushed the comms in my ear. “Ransom, you know I’m a heart patient right?” Ransom looked up and grinned. She then focused her eyes back on Loki and pushed him into Thor’s arms.

I was relieved when she didn't decide to kill him like she promised him. I don't think she would've been able to live with it.

“Tony, we have a problem” Natasha yelled, interrupting my thoughts.

“What now?”

“There’s a missile coming for the city!” I grunted.

“For the love of God” This time, I jumped from the building. Praying that my new suit would follow. Luckily it did. J.A.R.V.I.S. immediately took over and locked on the missile.

“Romanoff, how long can you keep the portal open?” I asked. Natasha sighed not sure what to do or say.

“I don’t think you have much time” she answered. I flew after the missile, grabbed it, and I flew to the portal. I was terrified. This could be my last day.

Ransom.

“Tony, please, don’t do this” I cried as he was nearing the portal.

“Sweetheart, I have no other choice,” he said before he flew into the portal. I looked at Steve, with tears in my eyes. “I-I can’t let him” I cried again. Steve shook his head.

He grabbed me as I was trying to fly up there. I could’ve easily overpowered him but I didn’t want to hurt him. “Steve, I can’t hold it much longer. Can I close it?” Natasha asked, her voice hesitant. Steve looked at me and then back up to the sky. Aliens were still floating in.

I knew what he was going to say. He looked at me and placed his finger on his ear. “Close it” Steve looked down on me. A sorry look on his face. “I will never forgive you for this” I spit. Steve’s face had guilt all over it. He didn’t say anything else, he just nodded.

I stepped away, pulling the headpiece, Tony made for me, from my head. The door to the Portal became smaller and smaller. “Come on” I whispered. I placed my hands on my head, pulling my hair slightly in desperation.

The portal closed and all the aliens dropped dead. I couldn’t see Tony and it felt like my throat closed. Steve made his way next to me. “Where is he?” my face still full of tears. I couldn’t stop it.

Everyone looked up to the sky, hoping he’d appear again. I started losing hope until Steve nudged me. “Look!” Tony was falling from the sky and he wasn’t slowing down. “Someone stop him” I yelled, everyone looked up panicked. Thor started swinging his hammer. Before he could take off, Hulk jumped and caught him.

Hulk dropped Tony on the ground and I felt like I could finally breathe. Steve pulled the face of his suit and threw it aside. Tony was unconscious. Steve tried to check if he was still breathing and I panicked when he wasn’t breathing.

“Out of the way,” I said, pushing Steve aside. I pinched Tony’s nose and gave him mouth-to-mouth. Hoping that he’d come back to me. I kept going and going until his eyes shot open and took a deep breath.

“Oh, thank God” I whispered as he sat back up. I placed my hand on his cheek and smiled at him. “You’re okay” I reassured her. I put my arms around his chest and picked him up.

“What happened?” he looked down at me, his eyes still filled with fear. Understandably so, He doesn't know he succeded. “Did we win?” he asked as he gripped me tightly. I felt relieved having him with me.

“Yes, we did” Tony looked relieved as he smiled and I couldn’t help but notice this feeling in my chest. A sense, I thought I had buried long ago. I felt disgustingly guilty towards Steve. But right now I couldn’t look him in the eye.

Tony insisted he could walk himself and I let him go. I looked around, alien bodies were scattered all around. I had a hard time comprehending what had happened just a few hours ago.

Tony touched his lips, looking very confused. “Did someone give me CPR?” I blushed. “Sorry,” I whispered so softly he could barely hear it. He did hear me, However. He had a big grin on his face, clearly enjoying the look on my face. It must’ve been as red as a tomato.

“As long as it’s you I don’t mind” he whispered in my ear. I laughed and hugged him. His body tensed up but soon relaxed. None of us were used to having any form of physical contact and I’ve known him for thirteen years. These past few days have been emotional.

“What’s that for?” he asked, chuckling.

“I’m just really happy that you’re okay,” I said softly, trying not to cry. He sighed and looked at me with soft eyes. Placing his fingers under my chin. I was relieved that I didn't lose another friend today. I couldn't bear to go through that.

“As long as you’re here, I’ll always be okay” he stated, making my heart feel warm and fussy, again.

I looked up, heat going to my cheeks again. “I-uh” I stammered. “I don’t know what to say.”

Tony.

I looked down at her, my fingers supporting her chin. “You don’t have to say anything” It took every bit of my power not to kiss her. I just wanted to feel and taste every inch of her body. I couldn’t.

As I caught a glimpse of Steve, talking to Natasha, while he was pushing his hair back. I understood why Ransom was attracted to him. Steve Is a 6ft tall man and has the body of God and self-righteousness was just radiating off him. Pepper would call it Golden Retriever Energy.

I Got it. I never stood a chance...

“We’re about to transport Loki,” Steve said, grabbing Ransom's hand. Clearly noticing how close we were standing. He quickly shot me a look. Fuck!

However, I was relieved that Ransom didn’t notice the tension between us again. It's an ongoing game.

I need a shower and a drink or two. Or just maybe the entire bottle, I'm not picky.

Ransom.

“I can’t believe that I have to face that idiot again” I sighed, pulling the zipper of my suit jacket down. It felt so suffocating right now. I looked around again, being taken aback by the state of the city. Buildings were destroyed, cars and stores were on fire.

It was going to take months to clean, rebuild, or compensate all of these people. I stopped myself and decided to just face it all.

“It’ll be okay,” Tony said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I looked at Tony. “No one is going to be okay. Hundreds of people died or got hurt today because of some lunatic with daddy issues I yelled, making bunny ears when I said daddy issues. “Phill fucking died saving me. You almost died” my voice breaking, pointing at him. “New York was almost a pile of radioactive ash. Tony, our home was almost destroyed and now we’re supposed to go home to our fancy apartments or fancy cars and act like nothing happened?” I was breathing hard as I tried to wipe away my tears.

Steve tried to comfort me. “Ransom” he sighed trying to grab my hand again. “This is the downside of being a soldier. Some things you can’t leave on the battleground” I looked at Steve almost shooting daggers at him.

“This isn’t war, Steve” I spit, kicking some junk aside with my foot. I made my way and walked to the building.

*6 months later*

I was lying on the couch in my apartment watching TV. Some show about FBI profilers solving cases and catching serial killers was playing. However, I was frustrated as my phone kept pinging. I ignored it.

“You’re going to have to answer him sometime” Tony emerged from the kitchen, with a drink in his hand. I didn’t shift my focus from the TV.

“I don’t have to do shit” Tony raised his hands in defense.

“I’m just saying” I threw my phone aside and focused back on the TV. Tony stood there confused and not sure what to say or do next.

“What happened with you two?” Tony asked as he sat down, picking up my legs and placing them on his lap. I ignored his question. I didn’t want to talk about it. I wasn’t ready to tell him or anyone for that matter. Tony sighed. “You’ll have to talk sometime?” he kept prying, however.

I looked at him, with a stern look.

“There is nothing to talk about people break up,” I said, sitting up. “We were only together for a few months,” I said. Tony nodded and took a sip from his drink. It still hurts too much to talk about it. It all happened so fast. It’s not like I had much time to sit around and cry and eat ice cream.

“If you don’t want to tell me, fine. Don’t keep stirring in it though” I took a deep breath. He was right but I wasn’t ready to talk about it.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked at the Caller ID. It was Viv’s number. “Who is it?” Tony asked. I just pressed the green button.

“Hi Viv,” I said faking my voice into a happy one.

“Ransom” I sat straight up this time. She was crying. “ Vivian, are you okay?” My chest was full of worry.

“Help me” She could barely breathe. “I'm on my way Vivian” I stood up and ran towards the door, grabbing my shoes, and putting them on.

“Ransom, what’s going on?” Tony was right behind me.

“It’s Vivian she’s hurt” I grabbed my keys. Tony insisted that he’d come with me. There was no convincing him otherwise.

“You want to drive too?” I spit. I was annoyed that he was breathing down my neck. We made our way down the stairs.

“It’s your car,” Tony said, raising his hands. I knew that he didn’t like it when someone else was driving. So I just gave him the key.

“One scratch and you buy me a new one” Tony chuckled as he promised he wouldn’t scratch it. Tony started the car, pulled the brakes, and drove off. The car ride was silent.

Soon we arrived at Vivian's flower shop, at least what remains of it. The front of the store was covered with wood to keep intruders out. “Viv!” I yelled when I walked in. The room was dark and empty. Dead flowers and broken vases were scattered all over the floor.

My heart was aching for Vivian and for the remnants of what was once a very beautiful and vibrant store. As I was looking around I couldn’t help but feel responsible. If Tony could read my mind, he’d fight me on it. Again.

“Vivian! Where are you” I went up the stairs, slowly. From where I was standing, The door was open and I could see stuff scattered around. Tony noticed too.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this?” He was right. I didn’t have a good feeling about it either. We both ignored our instincts and went ahead anyway. I was just here to help a friend. A friend I have neglected for far too long. It’s been over a year since things went down with Obediah.

“I’m in the living room” Her voice was barely audible. She was crying and she sounded like she was in pain. We heard some rustling and stuff falling. My heart was beating in my throat now.

“I think someone is with her” I whispered to Tony and he agreed. To break my nerves I joked: “I should’ve brought a gun” Tony snickered.

“Woman, you are the gun” I looked at him.

“I’m not planning on setting this and other blocks on fire” I whispered as I opened the door to the living room. The room was a mess and as I walked further I found Vivian.

She was lying on the ground, blood pooling from her head and nose. Her eye was swollen and bruised. Indicating she had been lying there for a while. ��God Vivivan” I ran towards her grabbing towels from the table. I put pressure on her wounds.

Vivian slowly sighed my name before she fell unconscious. “Tony, call an ambulance!”

“I’m on it!” Tony grabbed his phone and dialed 911.

“Ransom, You were right someone was here. They must’ve fled when they heard us” Tony looked around for whatever evidence he could find. “I don’t think he got far” I wasn’t focused on what he was saying.

The paramedics finally arrived and they took over for me. Tony helped me up and led me away from them. Cops appeared, ready to take a statement. I explained as best I could, but I was still too rattled.

As I was talking to the cops, The paramedics were carrying her out of the building. She was conscious again. She ushered the medics to stop. She removed her oxygen mask and I crouched down.

“Malik is coming for you” I got back up.

“Viv, I don't know who-” I sighed and stopped myself.

“Thank you, rest well” I kissed her forehead. They finally carried her out. I stood there again, not knowing what to do.

Tony grabbed my shoulder. “Tony, I need those letters you told me about” he nodded. “Let’s get to the hospital first” he led me to the front door.

After a while, we found ourselves in the waiting room again. I just stared out. My hands were covered in blood. It probably looked worse than it was. The way she was clinging on to life made me nervous. I started fiddling with my hands.

Tony noticed my struggle and got up, grabbing wet towels from a cart nearby.

He grabbed my hands and started to wipe it off. It wouldn’t budge so I stopped him. I couldn’t help myself and started crying. “Oh dear” Tony sighed and pulled me into a hug.

I need to get a handle on my emotions.

I was afraid it was always going to be like that. Hunted and always in a fight. “I’m going to wash my hands” I sniffed, getting up and speedwalking to the nearest bathroom.

I almost didn’t recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. My eyes were shallow, with dark circles under my eyes. My skin was more pale than the sink I was washing my hands in. After I washed and dried my hands, I returned to the waiting room. When I returned the doctor approached us.

“There was a lot of swelling in her brain. We had to put her in a coma until the swelling goes down.” I bit the inside of my cheek. I couldn’t find the right words, I just nodded. After the doctor left I went to her room. I grabbed a chair and sat next to her bed. The only noise I heard was that of the heart monitor. I took her hand in mine. “I will find however did this” I squeezed it gently and then got up and left.

Tony was waiting in the hall by the door. “Come on” I grabbed my keys back from him. “Get me those letters,” I said when we got in the car. I put on my seatbelt and started the car.

“The letters are in at the Tower” I looked at him and nodded. I set course down to the tower and we arrived just under 30 minutes later.

I parked the car and we made our way to the tower. When we got to his lab, I ditched my jacket on the seat next to me and sat down.

In the meantime, Tony ran to his workstation and grabbed the box full of letters. The box was really heavy. “I didn’t open the letters but by my estimation, there’s 20 years worth of letters” I looked up at him with big eyes. My chest was full of nerves.

“I can help you, If you’d let me” I smiled and grabbed a handful of letters and gave them to him. Each letter was dated with the years written on the front of the envelope. I was holding 10 years' worth of letters.

The first one was from 1947. I had no idea how long ago I wrote it after I disappeared...

Hey Ransom, I hope this letter somehow reaches you, wherever and whenever you are. It's tough for me to put these words down because I'm carrying around a heavy load of grief and guilt that's been eating away at me. Honestly, I wish that I didn’t invent this damn time machine. It's caused nothing but trouble, especially with the government breathing down my neck all the time. And don't even get me started on Roger, He's putting on this fake show, pretending to look for you, and it just gets on my last nerve. I miss you like crazy, Ransom. It's like there's this void in my life that nothing can fill. I hope you're doing okay, and staying safe out there. If you get this letter, drop me a message or something because I have no clue when or where you ended up. Can't wait for the day when we can finally meet up again, away from all this time machine nonsense and government chasing. Until then, just know you're always on my mind, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for your safety. Take care, sweetheart. Yours, Howard

I wiped the tears from my face. I immediately grabbed the next one. This letter was from 1950. I sighed. “Reading these letters is going to take ages” Tony sighed as he opened another letter. He was reading the letters from 1960 through 1970.

“Can’t you run it through J.A.R.V.I.S’s system?” I asked. He looked up.

“I didn’t think of that” He got up and grabbed most of the letters. He let J.A.R.V.I.S scan all of them. “It’s going to take some time” Tony sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“I’ll wait as long as it takes. Only if it means we’ll find the person who did this to Vivian” Tony nodded. He went up to his workstation again and put in the letters scanning them. All in all, it took him about an hour before they were all done.

Tony rubbed his stomach. “I’m going to grab something to eat and drink. I’m famished” I sighed. I wasn’t really hungry. I knew, however, that he’d force-feed me anyway. When he made his way to the kitchen, I got up and followed him. Tony opened the fridge and got some chees and whatnot from his fridge.

I grabbed a chair and sat down. He put together some sandwiches and set down two plates on the table. “I’m not hungry,” I said, pushing my plate back.

“I know. But I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve lost a lot of weight again. I’m worried” He said, grabbing my hand. My eyes shifted from our hands to his face. His face was full of worry. “Please, eat” I sighed. I wanted to say that my weight was none of his concern but I knew he meant well and he was right.

I had lost a lot of weight again. My break-up with Steve and the fight with Loki had taken a huge toll on my body and my appetite. It’s always been like this. I’d forget to eat, drink, or just simply sleep.

I was thankful that Tony was honest enough to tell me the truth and break open my blissfully ignorant bubble. To humble him, I took a big bite from my sandwich, making Tony smile. He shoved me a tall glass of coke to drink. I took a sip.

My brain kept working overtime. I was trying to think of who could be after me and why. “Did J.A.R.V.I.S. find anything?” Tony shook his head, while he was devouring his food. I looked down at my half-eaten food as I kept replaying the last two years in my head.

It was very simple. Whoever it was that hurt Vivian, they were trying to get to me and my powers. And then it clicked. The location, the person they hurt, and the timing.

“What if it’s Killian?”

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helianskies · 1 year

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11 for SpaPort maybe? 👀

okay so um this is sort of that prompt and maybe not 100% this prompt at the same time BUT what i CAN guarantee is that it's short 'n' soft <3

prompt: morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Waking

He is awake, but not. Stubbornness keeps him from stirring too much—from announcing to the world that he is no longer a child of Sleep—and comfort is what makes him stubborn.

Every night, the position changes. Sometimes he will settle first, and the other will crawl into bed and try to squeeze in in search of warmth. Other nights, it is João who does the crawling, but it feels easier for him to find a cosy position given how loosely Antonio sleeps.

João likes to tuck up tight, closed off, drowning in duvet and limbs. But Antonio just… sleeps, and so João slots in right next to him, or on top of him, or around him, and sleep then finds him fast, too.

This morning, João stubbornly wakes up on his side. He finds that his legs are intertwined with another's—that arms have stumbled upon him in the night and have held on since—that hair lightly tickles at his shoulders (though whether that hair is his own, set free for the night, or someone else's, he can't quite say). And he is content. Content enough to keep his eyes shut, and keep up the easy pretence of sleep while he is able to enjoy the sensation of being whole.

As he rests, however, he knows it cannot last. And surely, after a few peaceful moments, there is movement from behind him and the illusion of heaven begins to fracture.

Yet, where he expects Antonio to groan and fidget and fuss in his daily battle against consciousness, João is instead greeted in a much more pleasant way: he feels lips rather than hair against his skin, and tries not to laugh as Antonio seems to fumble his way around the other's shoulder, neck, ear, and face.

Of course, it seems unfair to not help him just a little bit.

João shifts as carefully and subtly as he can (which is not very, in all honesty) so that he can provide them both with a better angle and easier access—and it works much faster than he anticipated. Because as soon as he moves, the other finds his goal, and João is once more trying not to laugh as he feels himself light up just a little bit more inside.

Antonio is by no means a morning person. When they first started seeing each other, it was clear that he needed a coffee (if not two) in order to actually do anything in a day. Nowadays, however, Toni has instead managed to substitute his morning drink for morning kisses, and, much like an un-caffeinated student, an Antonio who has not had those kisses is, frankly, not Antonio.

The kiss they share is slow and sweet and perfect. Antonio’s prize is steadily and patiently claimed, before he slinks back away, returning to his prior position tucked up behind João and nuzzling against his shoulder. For now, he has been satisfied. For now, he has all he seemingly needs, and João feels very much the same way.

It is only then that a single eye is pried open.

João wants to steal a glance at the other, who continues to deny the existence of the rest of the world beyond the bedroom, and assure himself that he is not dreaming. It has happened before—that emptying feeling of waking up alone, thinking that he had company, before remembering that the night before was one they had been unable to share.

Such mornings are always a struggle. He knows he is not alone in feeling such a way, but even so…

No. No. Today, what he can see over his shoulder is as real and pure as it gets.

Antonio mumbles something, warm breath tickling and tempting. Legs brush against each other. Fingers dance. A heart warms, and another leaps, and João smiles as he relaxes once more in the other’s arms and closes his eyes.

Heaven mends itself.

The morning can wait a little bit longer before getting started—and of that, he is certain.

[ wordcount: 668 words; kiss prompts here! ]

#helia writes #hetalia #hws portugal #hws spain #portspa #spaport #trying to get back into the swing of writing short fics is tough #hope you enjoy this lil' nugget #thanks riva for the ask <3

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naoa-ao3 · 5 months

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Learning to Fly

It all happened so fast that no one was quite sure what had gone wrong. One second they were in the middle of a fight with AIM and the next second they were all blinded by a flash of light.

When the brightness faded there was no trace of AIM and Steve breathed a sigh of relief. "They retreated." He said, lowering his shield and taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Next to him Iron Man dropped from the sky. "Do we know what they were after?" He asked, eyes roving the warehouse's interior. They had been notified of a break in in a shipping warehouse along the river. Once they had gotten there, they had found almost a dozen AIM agents attempting to loot the place.

Steve shook his head. "No idea. Who owns this warehouse?"

Iron Man consulted JARVIS. "Hank Pym."

"Someone should tell him his place was broken into."

"I'm sure he already knows." Next to them a box was thrown into the air by Natasha as she extracted herself from underneath a pile of crates.

"What was that flash of light?" She asked, eyes narrowed.

Tony flew to a box and then contacted JARVIS again. "JARVIS, get me Hank Pym on the line." He said. There was a moment and then the doctor's face appeared on the inside of his visor.

"Tony?"

"Dr. Pym, we just stopped some AIM guys from raiding one of your warehouses down on the water. Any idea what they were after?"

The doctor shook his head. "Nothing of value. The only thing I stored there was a canister of alternate dimension Pym Particles Reed Richards gave me."

"Think that's what they wanted?"

"Could be but I don't see why unless. . ." Hank's eyes wondered off. "No one came into any contact with them, did they?"

"I don't think so. . ." Tony looked around. "Hey, where's Hawkeye?"

"Did AIM get him?" Steve asked.

"JARVIS, scan for life signatures. There should be four."

"There are four sir." JARVIS answered while Hank waited patiently on the line. "Mr. Barton is lying underneath the pile of crates to your left."

Steve hurried over to the mess of crates and began pulling them away.

"Hank, where's the canister of Pym Particles?"

"I stored it in a corner. It's mixed in with a bunch of crates and empty canisters. It's got a black band around it."

Natasha began to look for it. "This is broken." She said, holding up a glass canister with jagged crack down it's side and a black band around the middle.

Tony switched his visuals with the doctor to a projector in his arm so Hank could see. "Is that it?"

Hank's face went white. "Not good." He said. "You need to make sure no one came into contact with any of the particles."

"What do they do?"

"Reed brought them back from an alternate universe for me to study. Instead of shrinking things and removing size matter like normal Pym Particles, they remove time. I tested them on lab mice and they reduced the mice you babies. I don't know what they'll do to a human, obviously I never tested them on a person but I suspect that it'll be the same thing."

"Found him. . . Tony?" Steve's voice broke off and Tony whirled around. Captain America had managed to extract Hawkeye from the pile of crates but the Hawkeye they had found was substantially different from the one they had expected. He was smaller and he was shrinking, fast. His features were changing, his cheeks filling out, legs shortening, fingers becoming smaller.

"Don't touch him!" Hank warned. "Don't come into contact with the particles until he stops aging."

"Is there a way to stop the process?" Tony asked sharply.

Hank was flipping through papers on his end, Tony could hear the pages turn. "A volt of electricity might stop it. They're highly volatile particles with short life spans when they're not dormant in containment. Do you have any way of shocking him?"

The boy in front of them had now regressed past the point of adolescence and was working on doing away with puberty.

Without hesitation Natasha bent and delivered a powerful shock to the boy from her Widow Bites. His body jolted and spasmmed but the aging slowed and after a few seconds stopped. Tony breathed a sight of relief as the final particles died. They were now left with a child no more than five or six years old. He lay still, breathing normally, face slightly flushed.

Tony cursed. "Did it work?" Hank asked urgently.

"Yeah. He's stopped."

Steve removed his glove and felt the boy's forehead. "He has a fever." He said.

"That's normal. The mice retained elevated temperatures for twenty four hours afterward. I don't know how long his will last but it should go away. He aged much slower than the mice. I can only calculate that to be because as a human he had more years to lose."

Natasha bent curiously and then drew away. "We should take him back to the tower. Dr. Pym, is this just a physical regression or will he mentally have regressed as well?"

"I don't know. I brought in a behavior specialist with the mice who was fairly certain they regressed mentally as well so I assume it will be the same with a human. . ."

Steve scooped the boy up and Natasha picked up the clothes that had fallen away. "Do you have a way to reverse this?" He asked.

There was the frantic flipping of pages on the other end of the connection. "Not yet but I'll get right on it. I'll contact Reed Richards too and see what he knows. Oh, and you should talk to Doctor Strange too. I don't know how much help he'll be since this isn't magic and all of Hawkeye's years should still exist in the universe inside of these Pym particles but I don't know if I can reach that universe through this one or if I can access it only through the universe Reed obtained them from. . ." They could hear pages turning and computer keys clacking. Hank broke off his rambling. "Point is he's stable and should be safe for now. Just take care of him until I can find a way to fix this."

"Keep us updated." Tony said, breaking contact. With Hank gone he swore. "Damn it. Alright, lets get him back to the tower before he wakes up."

They carried the boy to the jet and it was a smooth ride back. Clint did not wake but Natasha seemed concerned about fever. "It's getting worse." She said, touching the little boy's forehead lightly.

"Hank said it'll go away in a day." Steve said, he looked down at the boy and felt a surge of apprehension. Clint was small and there was a chance he wouldn't know any of them when he awoke. He had been trying to figure out how to tell such a small child why he was with a group of strangers and why he wasn't at home but nothing good had come to mind.

Awkwardly he ran a hand through his hair. "Er, what do you know about him as a kid?"

Natasha straightened up in her seat. They were in the back of the jet together looking over the boy while Tony piloted the plane. "He hasn't talked all that much about his childhood, to be honest. . ." She said carefully. "Mostly he laughs off serious questions."

Steve sighed. "What about Shield? What do they have on him?"

She gave him a long look before deciding that it was against common interest to pretend that she hadn't read all of their files. "His parents died when he was eight. He and his brother Barney were placed in an orphanage where they stayed for six years until both boys ran away and joined the circus."

Steve looked at Clint. "So at the age he is now, his parents are probably still alive."

"Yes."

"All okay?" Tony called over the intercom.

"We're fine. He's still out." Natasha said. She began to rummage through her back pack. "Drop me off at Sears. I'm going to pick him up some clothes." She began to change quickly. Steve averted his eyes.

"Good idea." Tony called. "Take my credit card. No limit. Spend to your heart's content."

She grinned briefly as she pulled a shirt on over her head. "You sure you mean that? 'Cause Sears has a summer sale on a pair of Diamond earrings that would go great with the dress I bought last week."

"I'll amend that. Spend to your hearts content on things that won't put me out of a house."

She laughed ad threw open the hatch door. "Like that could ever happen. We're here. Swing low."

"Sweet Chariot." Tony chimed before she jumped out onto the roof of the store. Steve closed the hatch and looked back at the boy. He hadn't moved. He went and sat down.

"You okay, Cap?"

"Yeah, just a little overwhelmed."

"Hank'll fix it. He a smart man and if he's got Reed Richards working with him then nothing can stop them."

"I hope not. Did you hear what Natasha said about his parents?"

"Yeah. We'll have to be careful what we tell him."

Steve nodded and sighed. This was going to be one heck of an adventure.

This is a 20 chapter story that has been completed! Since I'm not entirely sure of a good way to post multichapter fics to tumblr I've posted a link to the whole story on Archive of Our Own. I hope you enjoyed reading!

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 1,699

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER FIVE: FORGOTTEN PROMISE

"Miss Stark," you raise an acknowledging eyebrow to your maid who stands patiently in the doorway. She lowers her voice upon seeing you're still on the phone and sets a pair of keys on the counter," the car has been pulled upfront."

Mouthing a 'thank you' to her, you return your full attention back to your nephew's rambling on the other end. You had just been preparing to depart before receiving a call from Jarvis under the request of the youngest Stark. Moments later, the boy's delighted voice filled the line as he began gleefully telling you about his week and his excitement for this coming Wednesday.

"Anthony..." his words halt when you breath his name with a chuckle," you know I'll be at the party in two days, right? Shouldn't you be saving some stuff to tell me for then?"

"I'll still have stuff to tell you then!" He promises and you don't doubt it. Your nephew always manages to talk your ear off, not that you could ever mind. God knows Howard never gives him the time of day," but two days is sooo far away. Why can't you just come over now? We could have a sleepover!"

"I really wish I could, lil’ wiz, but I'm backed up with work right now," you lie with a smirk. Little does Tony know, you've already made plans to arrive this evening and surprise him. You've even prepared his present which sits on the counter beside you, wrapped in deep red with a silver bow on top. You know it's something he'll light up upon seeing, after all, he's been talking about wanting one for months now and you doubt anyone else has paid enough attention to realize (well, other than Jarvis maybe).

Tony huffs and you're sure he's currently wearing a pout,"...are you at least going to show me how to finish the circuit board when you get here?"

"Of course, that way we can rub it in your dad's face that his son's already smarter than he is," you smile at Tony's laughter while glancing at the clock to check the time," alright, lil' wiz. I have to go now, but I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Not soon enough..."

"Hey who knows? Maybe if you're lucky, these next two days will go by quickly, yeah?"

"Yeah," he repeats," I love you, Auntie Hollie."

"Love you too, Anthony. See you soon," you wait for him to end the call before hanging the phone back up and grabbing the keys your maid had set down earlier.

She's standing at the front door by that time, politely helping you with your coat as you balance Tony's present in your arms. Wishing her a good evening after grabbing your purse, you finally make your way out to the black Cadillac parked in the driveway of the mansion. Setting the box in the passenger's seat, you twirl the keys around your finger while making your way to the driver's side which is when it happens.

You feel it before you actually hear the sound; a piercing pain that shoots through your shoulder and causes you to instantly fall to your knees with a shout of agony. You drop your purse and keys to clench the wound while turning your back against the car door for support. Sucking in a breath, you then reach towards the purse where you always keep your pistol per Peggy's advice, however, it's not like you ever had much of a chance with this situation.

Even with the weapon in hand, you don't know where the shot had come from, your only hint being the flash of light reflecting on some shiny surface hidden within the tree line. By the time you move your arms to point the pistol that way, another shot rings out not of your own, making your world go dark...

You're sure you look crazy by the way you've been squeezing your eyes shut, trying to remember as much as you can about the incident, but alas, you can only recall the vague details.

You had always figured such details to be ultimately unimportant, especially the flash which could've been explained as the sun hitting a gun's barrel at a certain angle. Hollie was rich and famous (one could argue for the wrong reasons), thus you've never ruled out the possibility of it being an assassination. Even so, you figured it to be some poor yet simple soul with differing political views than yourself. Never once did you consider it to be a hit from an old enemy.

That day you were killed by HYDRA- no, not just HYDRA. You were likely killed by the Winter Soldier, you're sure of it. Steve and Natasha said the Winter Soldier killed Fury, and Zola implied he’s used to change history. If Hollie posed a risk of discovering HYDRA within SHIELD, it's reasonable that they'd send their best weapon after her. First it was her, then Howard, now Fury...all this time, it's always been them-

"-Hey..." You flinch away from the touch on your shoulder, whipping around with wild eyes that only meet Steve's concerned ones.

Knowing that look on his face, you shamefully lower your head while sneaking a glance of the room. Natasha's not here anymore, however, you hear the sink running in the bathroom which means she must be cleaning up.

You haven't spoken much since Zola and having been almost blown up, but then again, you had been unconscious for part of that time. Steve was the one who carried you and Natasha away from the rubble, waiting for you to awake before leading you both somewhere he claimed to be a safehouse of sorts. Said safehouse turned out to be the home of a fellow soldier he had met during a jog a few days back; a kind man named Sam Wilson who didn't hesitate to open his door to three dirty fugitives.

"You doing alright?" Steve takes a seat on the bed next to you, his weight dipping the mattress as he holds a damp towel out.

You should've expected his question. Since arriving, it must've been clear to him that you haven't been yourself. While he's gotten Natasha to voice her own inner demons, you've remained with your back towards them in solemn silence; something completely contrast to your typical personality where you'd normally be poking jokes to make everyone else feel better. If Steve were to be honest, it's a little unnerving seeing such a sudden difference.

"Yeah...Yeah, no, I'm fine. It's just...It's crazy to think HYDRA managed to go under our noses like this, ya' know?" You gently take the towel, using it to wipe some of the dirt which coats your face," it really makes you rethink a lot of stuff. I mean, who knows how much control they've had and for how long. Going by what Zola said, every thought SHIELD has ever had must've been placed there by HYDRA or at the very least approved by them which means this entire time we've been helping the enemy get to the place they are now. If we went off track and they didn't approve of something, they made changes to erase the negative, just like what they did to...Like what they did to Hollie..."

You pray your voice doesn't crack at least to any notable extent. As extra precaution, you use the towel as an excuse to keep your gaze turned away from Steve in fear that meeting his eyes might make yours begin to water.

Internally, you curse yourself for being so caught up on Hollie of all the revelations provided by Zola. What does it matter anyways? She died and now she's you. If anything, you should just be grateful for that. At least you get to find out the truth of your own death; a 'luxury' most may never be granted. Regardless, knowledge doesn't equal justice and perhaps that's what you're really caught up on.

You don't see Steve tense at your words, although, you do notice the quietness to his voice," exactly which is why we need to make sure they don't win."

Like Hell they will. HYDRA didn't just kill you. They twisted everything you and your friends worked hard for, defeating the entire purpose of said work while successfully using all of the good people within SHIELD as puppets. They used you, Natasha, and God knows who else...Now they're all cocky thinking they've got away with it, but you refuse to let them; not anymore.

A part of you wonders if this might be why you've retained your past memories from Hollie. Maybe just maybe, whether it's some higher being or simple fate, some section of the universe wanted to give you another chance after HYDRA ruined your first go at life. That would be fair, wouldn't it? They took away the man you love, murdered you, then took over your organization, so letting you live again to go kick their asses if rightful revenge, isn't it?

"So what's your plan then, Rogers? Because at this point I'm fixing to knock the teeth out of the first Nazi I set eyes on," you give a hollow smile, but it's something which is enough for now. Steve shrugs his shoulders before swaying off the bed to his feet.

"As much as I'm wanting to do the same, I think Sam's made breakfast first. Then we can make a proper plan of attack."

This actually makes you smile more genuinely, recognizing the rumbling in your stomach," oh thank God! All this running for our lives has me starved!"

Steve chuckles, feeling better himself by seeing even the smallest crack of your usual personality. Together you make your way to the kitchen with a few jokes before tossed around, however, your mind still remains locked on your past even if you mask it with a smile. Even as the four of you enjoy a much needed breakfast or as you devise a plan with new help from Sam, if anyone were to pay enough attention to notice it, they'd see the poison of determination set within your eyes; the kind that turns dangerous when being paired with the stubbornness of a Stark.

You're going to get your revenge one way or another and that’s a promise.

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Chapter 16: Balcony

"so, what did you do while I was gone?"

The Avengers returned without a problem this mission going well. And no one suspected a thing. Alice went back to her room sulking by herself all alone and Loki his silent, sarcastic, rude self. Making everyone hate him a little more everyday. The only one who knew anything was Bruce. And man was he good at keeping secrets ....as long as you didn't directly ask him anything.

“books, movies, room."

“Did you read or watch anything interesting,” Tony asked trying to get to talk to him more. It seemed like in recent times she had been speaking to him less and less. They were sitting in silence more often than not.

Alice was off and he noticed it, more so now than before he left. Something was different and he didn’t know what it was.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine dad” Alice said as she continued to flip through the Tv channels.

“are you sure?” he asked as he ran a hand through her haid forcing her to give him her full attention.

“I want to go outside” Tony sighed, this wasn’t her first time asking to go outside nor would be her last. Every once and a while she’d ask to go outside or to go somewhere else the answer will always be no. It seemed that her asking had become less frequent she had learned not to waste her breath with him.

But today was different. Tony stood up and took his daughter’s hand and lead her to the elevator, she was confused but followed. The elevator stopped on his floor and he pulled her along until they made it to the balcony.

He opened the door and turned to her. She looked at him but didn’t step forward instead waiting for it, waiting for the ‘but’ for the other foot to drop. The thorn to this rose, the blood in this jewel, the bad in this good.

But it never came.

Instead he offered his hand she was hesitant but she took it.

Maybe it would come afterwards if that was the case she’d have to wait and take what little freedom she had.

Stepping out on to the Balcony she closed her eyes as she felt the high winds against her skin and in her hair. It whipped wildly all over the place. The air didn’t smell nice like the beach not cold or salty or fresh. But she wasn’t going to tell her dad that. In the books she read this was expected of the city.

“One day ... you could go further-maybe. But today this is all I can give, Please be patient with me,” Tony said as he stood next to her looking up at the sky while she looked down at the city. Both looking where they wanted to be.

“You’re a mutant” Tony say suddenly she looks at him confused “ mutants are people with the x gene, a mutated gene in their DNA. They can have or gain abilities due to this genetic mutation which they are born with.” he continues “They’re different...You are a mutant, born the way you are. And that is why you’re up here instead of down there. Down there is dangerous for you. up here is safe.”

“Up here is dangerous too” Alice whispered.

“what?”

“Safety is guaranteed no where. Down there is dangerous robbers, killer, diseases. Up here is dangerous too. A lab full of dangerous weapons and chemicals, A building with literal glowing target for your many enemies both human and super. If anything being up here is more dangerous than being down there.” Alice looked to his father and found him look at her with an unknowing expression one she could not name.

Turning away from him she looked back down at the city. They stayed like that in silence for a little longer both lost in their own thoughts yet unable to voice them in any way. Tony thinking of the many dangerous she spoke of and how he could and couldn’t protect her from them. Wondering how he was supposed to save her. And Alice wondering if this was the life she was meant to live, if this tower was all she would know, dreading, would she be stuck here forever? with no one but her father. What of Loki? would he wait for her?

Such thought came to a halt as Alice started coughing first small and short then heavily and deep and nonstop she eventually left the balcony. Tony followed offering her water and patting her on the back to help.

“You can come up here. You can come up here whenever you want some fresh air. You don’t even have to ask just tell Jarvis.” He didn’t know what else to say nor did Alice instead she gave a nod and excused herself to her room.

Tony didn't know what else to say to say. He wasn't that good at giving stuff or advice like this. He just now getting the hang of parenting and she was 17 years old. He should have gotten a manual.

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Pack fic where Peter is hidden as Spider-Man and is a foster runaway.

He presents as an omega and, freaked out, he runs to the Avengers. They come up with an arrangement that he’s the new Pack Omega so now he has a home but they’ve all assumed he’s older and knows all of this.

So stress and shit (maybe not a shifter)

And then Peter finally breaks down.

Mildly dub con or dub con. I dont think non con but there isnt a lot of communication to begin with

“I can’t,” Spidey sobbed and Tony, bewildered, walked over to the hero who shook. “I can’t - I’m sorry - I -”

“Whoa, hey,” instinctively, Tony picked the omega up and bundled him in his arms and cooed over him. “Hey, take a deep breath honey,”

“I can’t - I can’t -” the omega shook concerningly and couldn’t seem to breathe either.

Tony, not being the pack alpha, figured this was some head of the pack stuff to take care of so he looked over at Steve. He gestured and the soldier got it, quickly walking over to take the shaking omega from Tony’s hands. He bundled Spidey up himself and pressed a kiss to the side of the hero’s masked forehead.

“Hey baby, shh shh,” Steve soothed, holding the younger close to his chest. “Take a breath sweetie and then talk to us honey,”

Spidey hiccuped under his mask but he was taking deep breaths this time around. The others watched, doing their best to stay calm to help the omega stay calm. Tony stayed close next to Steve, wanting to stay close to the kid even with Steve around.

“I can’t do it,” Spidey finally sobbed out. “I - between this and - and - school and home and I don’t - I don’t know what I’m doing,”

Tony’s stomach dropped a bit at that and he looked over at Natasha and Clint both of whom were furrowing their brows in surprise.

Steve stayed the same though, rocking the omega and finding a spot to sit. He pressed his lips to Spidey’s forehead again. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing - I don’t know what this is!” Spidey sobbed.

Steve frowned at that. “Okay sweetheart….I need you to answer truthfully okay baby?”

Spidey took a gasping breath but nodded through his tears.

“What’s your name honey?” Steve purred, kissing Spidey’s face. Tony perked a bit like that. They had always respected Spidey’s space and private life so they never asked that question.

“Pe - Peter Par - Parker,” Spidey - Peter - coughed out, hiccuping again.

“Okay sugar,” Steve gently rolled up the mask to kiss the omega softly. “How old are you?”

“Six - Sixteen -”

Clint mumbled something, quickly grabbing his mouth so as not to freak out Peter. Natasha bit her lip, eyes flashing. Tony blinked at that. Well, the omega was certainly younger than they expected.

“And who was your pack before us?” Steve continued, asking the final question as he started to lift the mask all the way off Peter’s face.

Peter choked. “No - no one,” he let out a little wail and by that point Steve had removed the mask completely. Tony’s heart skipped a beat when he saw who was underneath.

The boy had brown doe eyes to match his chocolate hair. His face was presumably normally pale but was currently red with tear streaks. Tony would like to say he’s pretty - and pretty when he cried - but the boy wasn’t just crying, he looked exhausted. There were dark circles around his eyes and they kept drooping. His hair was sweaty and he just sagged in Steve’s grip.

“Oh baby,” Steve whispered, eyes somber with guilt and pity. “Sweetheart, look at you...so tired,” Steve hugged him close and kissed the sides of his eyes while the boy gave another sob. “Shh, take a deep breath. It’s okay, it’s okay,”

Steve was always great at this - comforting and reassuring - but Peter’s face just made Tony want to adore the kid. But he waited patiently at the side, for any sign that he might be needed.

Peter nudged off Steve’s face and instead shoved his in the juncture of Steve’s shoulder and collarbone, pressing his face to the alpha’s neck. Steve let him, gently rubbing the omega’s back as the sobs subsided and his breathing evened out.

And then Peter spoke softly, “‘m sorry….I should’ve said something….but I was just…” Peter sniffed, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. “Scared…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Steve soothed, glancing at Tony. “It's alright...can I ask why you were scared, sugar?”

Peter sniffed again. “I...I’m young? And - and I thought that maybe - that you wouldn’t - but I didn’t want to - and I -”

Steve lifted Peter, getting him to just sit in his lap. “Peter, baby, you need to say straight sentences okay? Promise, I won’t get mad but I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me,”

Peter took a deep breath and nodded. “I...I didn’t want you...or anyone to take my suit away….and it’s not like,” Peter sniffed and rubbed his nose and eyes, another stream of tears washing down his face. “It’s not like I have anyone at home...I….my - my family’s gone….and I’m a,” the omega sniffed again and blinked blearily. “Runaway. And I’m young, So I didn’t….I didn’t know…”

Peter started to get worked up again, starting to cry and Steve quickly shushed him, “It’s okay honey, I get it, promise. Shh, you’re alright,” the omega nodded as the alpha gently swiped his fingers under Peter’s eyes, getting rid of the tears. “It’s okay, we’re going to figure this out okay?” Peter nodded again, closing his eyes. “You need some rest, doll. Tony’ll take you okay?”

Tony, jolting a bit, waited until Peter nodded before scooping the omega away from Steve. Tony didn’t pay much attention to anyone else as he held Peter and kissed him softly, “Want a bath sweetie?”

Peter made a whimpering noise and nodded, hiding his face into Tony’s neck. Tony rubbed his hands across the boy and made his way to the bathtub. He kept whispering nonsense and kept his scent calm and soothing so the younger would relax. It worked and Peter easily became boneless in his arms. Tony smiled slightly to himself as he opened the bathroom door. His omega - their omega - looked like such an angel.

(oooh okay, maybe before they knew how old peter was, sometimes, when tony or steve are fucking peter they have a bit of a pregnancy kink and peter is always torn because on one hand it’s an exciting idea but on the other he’s absolutely terrified that they mean it so….)

“Alpha?”

Peter’s voice was small and Tony smiled softly, still rubbing soap into the omega. He hummed on top of Peter’s head in response, still relishing in the way the boy was in his lap and against his front. Peter squirmed a bit, hesitating. “Um…”

Tony suddenly became aware of Peter’s uneasiness in his scent and he frowned a bit, leaning down to snuff the omega’s ear. “Something bothering you baby?” Peter still hesitated and Tony pushed his hands up to rest around his waist. “It’s okay...go ahead and tell me, promise I won’t get mad angel…”

“I um...just when we…” Peter let out a noise and bit his lip. “During my heat….when we’re….you say stuff…”

Tony thought for a second. “Dirty talk? You don’t like it sweetie?”

“No!” Peter hurried. “No, no, I’m okay I’m just - with the - the p - pups thing…” Tony heard Peter’s voice hitch. “You don’t...you don’t like, mean it right? Cus I’m not...I’m not ready for…”

“Oh god no,” Tony’s eyes widened. “Oh Jesus, sweetie, honey, no, no, never, I know you’re not. We all knew that. Even before we knew you were sixteen.” Tony laughed a little, hugging Peter tightly and feeling relief when he felt Peter relax. “I don’t think any of us are ready for that either. And we wouldn't dare do something like that without seriously talking with you first,” Tony kissed his forehead. “Oh baby, you weren’t too worked up about that were you?”

Peter sniffed, sounding relieved. “Uh, a little,”

“Aw sweetie,” Tony kissed the back of his neck and the boy shivered and then sighed. “No, no, we know you’re not ready. And especially now we know you’ve never had a pack before this, it’s going to be different for sure.”

Peter suddenly scented panicked. “Really di - different?”

Tony blinked. “Peter...knowing that you’ve never done anything a pack omega has done...and that you’re a runaway and being as young as you are, the responsibilities we put on you have to change. We can’t expect you to do the things you’ve done before.”

“So not like...you’re not going to…” Peter struggled to find the right words but Tony had a feeling he knew what the kid wanted and gently rubbed Peter’s arms, smiling softly.

“We’re not giving you up. We won’t stop you from being Spider-Man. Promise.” He kissed Peter’s neck as the omega relaxed. “Unless you want to.”

“No!” Peter hurried. “No, I - I don’t want to leave I -” he took a deep breath, calming himself and Tony couldn’t help the proud smile. “I wanna be the pack omega. I like...I like all of you.”

Tony beamed. “Good. We like you too.”

Peter giggled a bit and then twisted to hesitantly press his lips to Tony’s. “Thank you for the bath Alpha,”

“Mm, you’re very welcome omega,” he purred.

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