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fanficwriter013 · 5 years

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The Tower: Unexpected - 8

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2223

Warnings: pregnancy, body image, smut (vaginal sex, pregnancy sex)

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds. While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Author’s Note: Written with the ever amazing @avengerscompound

Chapter 8: Clint

The next month, I was a little bit of a roller coaster. My morning sickness got really bad. I was throwing up multiple times a day and barely able to keep things down. I still hadn’t even seen a hair of Bucky, Clint or Tony. Hulk was still the Hulk. There didn’t seem to be any indication that Bruce would return. On top of that, I was growing out of all my clothes.

I had Wanda, Natasha, Steve, Sam, and the Hulk though. They were doting on me a lot. Sam was making sure I was eating. If something set off my morning sickness, he’d make note of it and I wouldn’t see it again. He made sure that every meal had what I needed even if it was something really bland so I could keep it down.

Natasha was being anal about all the doctor's orders. She made sure I’d keep going to work and exercising without overdoing it. That I took my anti-nausea medication and vitamins. She kept me out of the public eye too. She was pretty insistent that the press didn’t find out I was pregnant.

Steve was doing the same as Nat as far as the double-checking I’d taken my pills that day, but he was also a huge soft touch when it came to cravings. If I said I felt like chimney cake, he’d go get me Chimney cake even though there were only two places in the whole city that sold it.

Wanda took me shopping for clothes and cuddled with me when I was low. She was always there to hold my hair in the bathroom. And if I really just didn’t want to follow the rules, she was the one that let me off.

Hulk was the one I went to if I really just wanted someone to be excited. Wanda and Nat were excited about it too, but life moved on. Hulk was always excited. He’d light up when he saw me and want to touch my growing stomach. He would tell me how he really wanted to feel them and when I told him we were naming one Pietro and I was thinking about Riley for the other, he got excited that they now had names.

So things were looking up in any case. Not perfect but I didn’t feel so alone. I didn’t feel like I was being foolish hoping the others would come back to me.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I was just sitting alone in the common room when Clint showed up.

Showed up is underselling it really. He climbed down out of the vent above my head babbling like we were already in the middle of a conversation.

“Hey, El. I've been reading. And there are some things that I don't understand. Like, did you know that a fetus can have hiccups? How is that even possible.”

I was too shocked and amused to be upset with him. It was such a Clint thing to do that I felt like I hadn’t lost him in the first place. “Uh.. yeah. Yep. I've felt them. It's weird.”

“The book also said they start to grow fingernails at about 10 weeks.” He continued to babble, sitting down next to me and opening up a baby book full of multicolored tabs to a page and showing me a picture.

“So I read. That's weird to think about. I wonder if they scratch inside there.” I said looking at the book more than the picture. It was well worn and each tab was labeled with things like ‘hearing’ and ‘diabetes’ and ‘alien face’.

“Well, they're not as strong. So maybe you wouldn't feel it?” He said looking from my stomach to the book and then back again.

“Oh yeah. That makes sense.” I said, closing the book and put it on the coffee table. I looked at him and smiled. “You've been reading up?”

“Yes,” Clint said, grinning. “I've done the reading that FRIDAY recommended for me. The margins have notes.”

I took his hand and started playing with his fingers. They were so long and calloused. You could always tell that Clint used his hands a lot. “That's where you've been all this time?”

“I'm a slow reader?” He said trying to play it off as a joke.

I frowned. “I was starting to think I wasn't going to see you again.”

“You know that I dropped out of school and joined a circus right? The circus isn't exactly big on reading.”

“I know. I know.”

“And these words, this topic. Slightly above my reading level.” He said, turning away from me and rubbed the back of his head.

“Clint?”

He fidgeted where he sat. “I know. I’m sorry.”

I wrapped my arms around him, melting into him and smacked him upside the backside of the head. “Don't scare me like that.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said wrapping his arms around me.

I took a breath and pulled back from him. “Have you been talking to Nat?”

“About the twins?”

I relaxed again. “Good. And you’re okay?”

“The books say that twins make it harder for everyone.” He said.

“Um... well I guess there's two of them. I'll probably end up having to have a c-section too. Which has risks.” I said with a frown.

“Yeah, that's what I read.” His hands had moved almost absentmindedly to my stomach and he ran them gently over the swell.

“But people have them all the time. And while I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever actually see Tony again, he has got really good medical care happening.” I reassured him, putting my hands on his.

“Don't worry about Tony,” Clint said. “I'll throw the book at him.”

“You’ve seen him?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what was worse. If he had or if he hadn’t. I was so worried about him being alone, but the thought he was being with everyone but me hurt like hell.

“I've made him my pet project,” Clint said. “He’s all; ‘I’m gonna be a bad dad. My dad was terrible and I’m just like him’. I’m trying to shake him out of it.”

“Oh good. Thank you.” I said though I’m pretty sure my voice didn’t exactly convey thanks.

“Because Bucky threw a knife at me.”

“Bucky threw a knife at you?” I asked shocked.

“Yeah.” He said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“He's being weird. If it's just about his arm, why doesn't he get a new one.” I said curling into myself.

“Is that an option?” Clint asked. “FRIDAY is that an option? Can Elly see the scans?”

A holographic projection of Bucky’s arm and shoulder lit up in the middle of the table. “Why couldn't he get a new one? Tony could make him an arm, couldn't he? You can upgrade tech.”

Clint flicked the scan around to show the joints. I stood and took a closer look at them. They looked wrong. Like they cared about the arm but not about the person they were attaching it too. It looked like the muscles were tearing at the joint and there were raw nerve endings. With the way he healed faster than average they must have been tearing and repairing constantly. He must be in pain all the time. “Now, I'm not a doctor. But something about these here, are fucked.” Clint said.

“They definitely seemed to care about the arm more than Bucky.” I agreed.

“Yeah, so something about it being a major surgery. And Tony won't do that without Bruce. And…”

“Yeah, but... and okay, granted this bit is fucked up and probably should have already been seen to, but ... okay... don't you guys know doctor Helen Cho? Like isn't... didn't Vision get made with her cradle tech?” I asked. I knew a little bit of the history but not all of it. So I wasn’t exactly sure why they hadn’t done that yet.

“Yeah,” Clint said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “And Ultron tried to kill her. I'm not sure she'd work with us.”

“Well, in any case.... surely you can just take it off from here,” I said indicating to about two inches below where the metal arm started. “And just put new tech on the old connection. Worry about the connection later. Or just take it off. If it stresses him out that much.”

“I'm not sure he thought about that,” Clint said. “And then that brings in the new set of issues in being able to protect his family.”

“Right,” I said closing down the hologram. I really didn’t have the energy to try and figure out how to fix Bucky’s arm. I was far from an expert in that kind of thing anyway. I turned and faced Clint. “You're here?”

“I'm sitting here, right?” He said.

“Yeah... but I don't know. Look at this.” I said and lifted my shirt up to show how big my stomach was getting already.

“You're cooking babies in there,” Clint said putting his hands on either side of it. “What did you expect to happen, El.”

“I don’t know, but … what if no one wants me like this or bigger? Or it ruins my body?” I asked.

He pulled me down into his lap. “Come here, dummy.”

“You’re the dummy.” I pouted.

“We love you, El. Nothing’s gonna change that.” He said. “Plus, I think you look hot.”

I nuzzled into his neck, not wanting to look into his eyes. “You know what else happens in pregnancy?”

“Is this the part where you tell me that the books weren't actually written by 15-year-old boys like I thought.” He joked.

“They were not at all.”

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Is that safe? That's not a no. Just a genuine worry.”

“Yeah. It's safe. Everything is fine.”

“Well then…” He said and pulled me into a hungry kiss.

He pulled back for just enough time to get my shirt off before we were kissing again and his hands roamed over my belly. I turned to straddle his lap and cupped his jaw, holding him in place as we kissed.

I rocked my hips and could feel the way his cock hardened under me. The problem was, my stomach kept pushing against his abs slightly painfully.

“Oh no. This isn’t going to work.” I said pulling back a little.

“Then we adapt.” He said patting my thing. “Turn around.”

“You don’t want to look at me?”

“Oh honey,” Clint said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You’re a mess. A beautiful sexy, mess, who I most definitely want to have my way with. I’m just trying to make it comfortable for you.”

“Oh, right,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Do you want to turn around?” He asked.

I spun around in his lap and leaned back against him, grinding my ass in his lap. “Yeah, this is better.”

“Plus, I can do this.” He teased squeezing my breasts and sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“I do like that.” I hum.

“I know you do.” He said kissing my neck. He kept squeezing and massaging my breasts and his hand down into my pants. He palmed my cunt and I moaned as a dull tingle spread through me. His fingers slipped between my folds and circled over my clit before pushing inside me.

He fingered me slowly as he sucked a patch on my throat and tugged on my nipple. “Feels so good.” I moaned.

“I know what my princess likes.” He hummed.

“I want you inside me, Clint.” I moaned.

He nudged me forward, pulling his hand from my cunt. “Then there are still too many clothes on.”

I stood and pulled my pants down and off. “That’s a nice view,” Clint said, running his hand over my ass and pulling me back down into his lap. He rutted his hips against me, his cock sliding up and down my pussy before he sunk into me.

“Oh god, that’s it.” I moaned.

“Yeah, it is.” He groaned.

I bounced in his lap as he massaged my tits and rubbed my clit. Thanks to the pregnancy I was overwound and super sensitive. It was like there was nothing he could do that was the wrong move. Each thing sent wave after wave of pleasure through me. I came. The way my body clenched and shuddered around him seemed to spur him on more. He started fucking up hard into me, snapping his hips against mine. His fingers worked tight circles on my clit. “Fuck. Clint. I can’t… I’m gonna…” I babbled.

“That’s okay, princess.” He purred, nipping at my earlobe. “As many times as you like.”

I came again. Followed by a third time. My legs started trembling and I began to feel weak. He held my hips and began to thrust up into me, and when I came again, so did he, spilling inside of me.

I relaxed back against him and he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck. “There you go. See, I’m good at taking care of pregnant women.”

“Oh yeah? How many have you taken care of?” I laughed.

“Just you. But I studied. So … we’ll be okay.”

// NEXT

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Name Changing (4)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

A Stark Reminder

Read the Exclusive Interview with Deathwave

Interview conducted and written by Kara M Pierce

Since her very public debut as the long lost daughter of Tony Stark, she has been the subject of much curiosity. Her story is a dark one, yet it’s also one filled with hope.

It quickly came to light that Miss Stark was far more than she first appeared and while she is in fact Tony Starks daughter, it is not by blood. Though after just a few minutes in her presence I am wondering if that is true. She exudes the same confidence and charm as her father, not to mention the same sharp wit. Having interviewed Mr Stark in the past I can confirm that both Starks harbour the same respect and fear for Pepper Potts as one look from the CEO can make either Stark fall into line.

Thank you so much for agreeing to sit down with me today Miss Stark.

Bold of you to assume I had any choice.

Thank you so much for convincing her to sit down with me today Mrs Potts.

She’s very happy to be here.

I imagine you are quite busy, does being Deathwave take up a lot of your time?

It does but apparently the bad guys have no concept of acceptable work hours. Someone should really start a labour union for them or something.

What’s it like being an Avenger and is it different from being a secret Avenger?

I used to just have to deal with Hydra and Vernichtung agents attacking me, now I have paparazzi as well but apparently I’m not allowed to blast them into smithereens.

Other than that, it’s not actually very different. Not having to wear the mask makes it a little easier, that thing was kinda warm.

How well do you get along with the other Avengers?

Sam Wilson, The Falcon is my best friend. When I first arrived at the compound he sort of took me under his wing. Sam is an excellent cook and he loves feeding people He’s also a great listener, he really cares about what you have to say and if you need advice he’ll do his best to give it to you but he knows when you just need to vent.

Plus have you seen the muscles on that man? Who doesn’t want to cry on those shoulders?

It sounds like you’re writing a dating profile for him. Are you trying to get him a date Miss Stark?

No... Maybe. Not that he needs my help, the man is handsome, charming, has the thighs of a god and is a superhero. He's also single. Just saying.

What about the other Avengers, are you close with them?

Well I am engaged to one so yes? We’re a family, all of us. I trust them with my life and they trust me with theirs. When we’re out there in the field our lives and the lives of the people we are fighting to protect rests in each others hands. That tends to form some close bonds.

So does that mean you’re close with Loki, the man who once led an attempted invasion?

Yes, I am. Loki was not responsible for that, and despite being controlled he managed to manipulate events so he would lose the battle of New York. He did the best he could with limited control of his own mind.

Loki was instrumental in helping me defeat Docherty, he helped us win the Second Battle of New York. He’s a hero, an Avenger and a friend and anyone who says otherwise can take it up with me personally. I’ll be happy to educate them on the difference between a hero and a villain.

You seem to have a protective streak, not just for those you know personally.

Was there a question in there?

I was wondering where that protectiveness comes from?

My father. He protected me. And I owe it to the world to follow in his example. He made a lot of mistakes along the way to becoming the hero he is today and he owns up to them and not only learned from them, encourages me to learn from them as well.

Speaking of your father, there’s been much speculation about your biological family.

Are you referring to the rumors that were leaked about Docherty being my grandfather?

Yes, those rumors have been circulating. Is there any truth to them?

Yes.

Would you like to elaborate on that?

Not particularly. Biologically, I was his granddaughter. He was evil, I stopped him. End of story.

What about the rest of your biological family? Do you have any desire to know about them?

What makes you think I don’t already know? My mother is dead, Docherty killed her. My father didn't know I existed until recently and he... he and I are working through our issues but that’s a private matter. If his identity comes to light at any point I just wanted people to know he didn't know about me or Docherty. It wasn't his fault.

That’s fair. Onto happier subjects Miss Stark, you won’t be Miss Stark for much longer. Are you excited?

You’d assume I was excited about my upcoming nuptials or I wouldn't be getting married would I?And the Stark name was the greatest gift I ever got, I’m not giving it up. I’ll be Mrs Stark-Barnes.

How did the romance between you and Sargent Barnes happen? Who made the first move?

(Miss Stark is trying to contain a laugh at this point, Mrs. Potts giving her a warning look.)

He made the first move. He followed me about for months, begging me for a chance. It was getting quite sad so I took pity on him.

What about the photo’s that appeared to show you on a date with Captain Rogers?

Well, Cap was my first love but he’s too good, too pure. I had to downgrade.

So you settled for Sargent Barnes?

(The laughter dies and the expression on Miss Starks face is one of love and conviction, it is clear her feelings for Sargent Barnes are very real and very powerful.)

James is the only man I have ever wanted to be with and the only man I ever want to be with. He’s my partner in every way, he supports me even when he doesn’t like what I’m doing, he challenges me when I’m being an idiot, he forgives me when I mess up, he holds my head above water when I’m drowning. He is the love of my life I know how lucky I am that I get to spend the rest of my life returning his love.

What about the blurred photographs that appear to show you in the company of the Vigilante and Mercenary known as Deadpool?

Deadpool is a menace to society. It is my personal mission to hunt him down and give him exactly what he deserves.

Quite a turn around from the woman who once refused to sign The Sokovia Accords.

My refusal to sign wasn’t about the accords themselves but rather the way they were being used. Secretary Ross is a slimy rat and I would never cow to his perceived authority. (There is a short argument between Mrs. Potts and Miss Stark but Miss Stark insists we can print her opinion on Secretary Ross, though it must be noted that the opinion of the interviewee do not necessarily represent the views of this publication.)

Colonel Rhodes is a man who knows the value of bureaucracy and the importance of the accords and balances it with the public's need for protection. The Sokovia Accords are no longer used as a power play but are in place to protect the people who signed as well as holding them accountable for their actions.

It’s at this point in the interview I informed Miss Stark I had some fan questions that had been sent in and she immediately perked up.

I like the fans, they’re just normal people who like me for some reason. It’s always strange when they come up to me and ask for a selfie or an autograph but it’s inspiring. Hopeful. It reminds me that there’s a world out there that I get to help protect.

From Jess on Ao3: How did you decide that you wanted to be good, despite the evils you’ve encountered?

I decided I wanted to be good because of the evils I encountered. My earliest memories are of cruelty and you’d think growing up that way might have given me a twisted sense of morality but I knew the way I felt was horrible and I didn't ever want to be the reason somebody else felt that way. There was a guard when I was really young, he slipped me chocolate through the bars of my cell. He was killed for it when they found out. That's how I knew they were evil, even if I didn’t know the word. And I knew I didn't want to be that way.

TaraStudiesaLot: Are you are interested in any art form? Photography, painting, film or music? Like, does do enjoy any of these or are they still foreign to you?

Steve tried to get me into art but I’m more made to appreciate it than make it.

I like to take pictures though, nothing special, just little moments from life. I like being able to look back at the photo’s, they help ground me and remind me of the good things I have in my life.

Phoenix-whiskey-Tears: What kind of music are you into?

I hadn’t even been out of the cage for a full day before my dad introduced me to AC/DC. So I kind of associate 80’s rock with freedom I guess? I’m also partial to big band music from the 40’s. (It should be noted that at this point, Miss Stark is doing her best to hide her blush.)

Firefly-in-darkness: I wanna know more of your habits and little simple things like your favorite colour, movies, books, etc?

Red. My favorite colour is red. The Iron Suit was red, red is the colour of freedom, of salvation, justice.

Books and movies? I don’t have favorites per se, it’s still exciting and thrilling to see and read them, even bad ones.

HoneyBadger: What advice would you give to abuse survivors? And do you think you’d ever take on a protege or sidekick?

Well first of all, I have a sidekick. Bucky Barnes.

To abuse survivors I would say this, you already did the hard part. You survived. You are already winning that battle by fighting it and I know it’s a long battle, one you’ll be fighting every day for the rest of your life. That thought is depressing and exhausting and overwhelming.

But it’s worth it. The world is still out there waiting for you, use the pain you have experienced to see the world differently. See the beauty in the mundane and normal because after your suffering you deserve every single tiny bit of happiness and calm you can grasp.

What happened to you shaped you yes, but it does not define you. You are so much more than what they did to you. Their evil does not leave a stain on you and your future is not dictated by your past.

You’re warriors, Kings and Queens who deserve so much more than life gave you. Life and people can be cruel and it’s up to you now, to take what you deserve from the world. Be amazing, you’ve already proven you have it in you. Support one another, hold each other up and never ever forget that we are a thousand times better than those who tried to put us down.

Pydia Packmaster: What keeps you going despite everything you have been through?

Life goes on, the world keeps turning. And everything I endured can be used to help me make sure others don’t have to go through the same thing.

All the bad things that happened to me are being used as a force for good now. Like I once said, I was created to end the world but I’m going to save it.

Beansy: if you had the ability to change anything in your past, what would it be and would you?

I wish I had known I had a mother, maybe I could have saved her before it was too late. Maybe I could have known her. But what’s done is done. My whole life I didn’t even dare to imagine that I would have a future but now I do and I won’t waste it by living in the past.

ToastLuvr: If you could choose an actress to play you in a movie who would it be?

Jack Black. Next question.

BuckityBarnes: Who’s your Avengers Crush?

Black Widow... Obviously. If Nat would have me I’d drop Bucky in a heartbeat. Have you seen that thing she does with her thighs? That’s how I wanna die.

Sitting down with Deathwave was just as inspiring as I had expected. Since the details of her past were revealed to the world she has become a symbol of hope to people everywhere. She is a hero, of that there is no doubt but what truly makes her an inspiration is the fact that she reminds us all of what we can be.

Who you are and where you came from doesn’t decide where you are going to go. That choice is up to you and you alone. No matter the challenges you face in life, big or small, they can be overcome.

Setback only set you back, they don’t stop you. People will stand in your way but they can be moved. You are the hero of your own story.

We are all the heroes of our own stories.

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AUTHORS NOTE

This was mostly fun to write but there is a lot of of it that came directly from my heart. I’ve made no secret about how Docherty was based on real people who hurt me so the advice Baby Stark gives to abuse survivors is what I would say to those of you who it applies to and I mean every fucking word.

If you are or were in a situation of abuse, be it mental, physical, sexual or other then please consider my inbox a safe space to talk if you ever need it.

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ofheroesandvillains · 6 years

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Together - Steve Rogers

Words: 4.2k Warnings: None, Steve x Reader - never written Steve before! Summary: This takes place during Civil War, and it’s actually something I wrote just after CW was released which is why it’s set during the movie. Nothing too special (pretty boring actually haha), but I hope you like it anyway!

P.s. I know the extra scene where Bucky is put in the cryostasis chamber (possibly) happens after Steve’s prison break, but for the sake of this story, we’ll pretend that it happens before.

(Gif not mine!)

Lagos had been a bittersweet disaster.

Yeah, they got their guy. Rumlow was definitely not surviving this time ‘round, but at what cost? Civilians had died, many more were injured and there was no doubt about it…it was on them this time. There was no alien invasion, or robot army, this time the Avengers had done the most damage just by trying to limit the damage in the first place.

Had Wanda not contained the explosion on the ground, many more would be dead, but the people didn’t see it that way. Had Rumlow gotten away with a biological weapon, many more would be dead. But the people didn’t see it that way. Instead, they were questioning just what business the Avengers had on foreign soil, and why they thought the rules didn’t apply to them. Wanda was receiving the most criticism.

The young Sokovian was holed up in her room, switching between the different news stations as if punishing herself for her mistake. That was where Steve found her, and after what he hoped was a reassuring chat, Vision had informed them of Tony’s arrival with Secretary Ross.

It wasn’t good.

He knew Ross would only be there for a reason, and none of the ones he had come up with were very optimistic. Like a mob of angry villagers, the world was out for blood, and the authorities had to make the people happy. So he took a moment to think, barely paying any attention to Wanda and Vision leaving the room as he sat in silence.

“You okay?”

The soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and despite the fact that he hadn’t smiled since the incident, Steve found himself sending you an unconvincing smile. You were leaning on the doorway to Wanda’s room, brows furrowing in concern when you noticed the super-soldier was still there.

“Yeah…” He cleared his throat, before answering again, with more strength this time. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You frowned, pushing off of the door frame and taking a seat beside him. You trusted him to tell you if something was wrong, but he was the type of person to take on the burden so that no one else had to. He knew you could see through him, you were too smart not to. It was one of the many things he admired about you, how you cared for those around you in your own way.

You didn’t have super-strength, you couldn’t shoot an arrow more than a few metres in front of you, you couldn’t fight with the technique of a seasoned assassin, you didn’t have a suit of high-tech armour, and from what he knew, you didn’t have any incredible mutations or god-like powers.

You were human. An expectional human with a big heart, but a human nonetheless. You were kind, and considerate, and the voice of reason when you needed to be. You helped your friends however you could, and it didn’t matter to anyone that you weren’t a ‘hero’ like they were (even though he would argue against it). You kept them sane, and that was arguably a more important job than anything else.

“If I didn’t know you as well as I do, then I might just believe that.”

Steve smiled half-heartedly, shaking his head slightly while he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I just- I feel like I’m letting her down, you know? I take them into these situations, and when something goes wrong I should be the one taking the blame...”

“Hey, come on now…” You trailed off, your tone imploring. “That’s an awful lot of responsibility for anyone to handle. Super-strength be damned, even you can’t carry it all on your shoulders, Steve.”

Your hand rubbed soothing circles onto his back, like a mother would do for a child, and he found his lips quirking up slightly at the thought.

“Yeah, maybe…but I feel like I’m supposed to.”

You sighed quietly at his words, hand slipping from his back to return to your lap.

“Well, you shouldn’t.”

He cocked a brow at your confident response.

“Look, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this place is full of extraordinary people.” You shot him a half-smile. “People who, for whatever reason, have decided to help the world in whatever way they can. But Steve, the moment they make that decision, is the moment they accept responsibility for their own actions.”

“Things go wrong in your line of work so often, that one man can’t be held accountable for it all. The team knows that, they accept that they’ll make mistakes, and they are strong enough to carry the weight of those mistakes for themselves. I mean look at Tony…” They shared a small chuckle.

“That man has taken 20 years off my life with all of the trouble he gets into, but for every mistake he makes, you can bet your ass he works hard to right his wrongs.”

“I’ll never figure out how you always know what to say.” Steve smiled genuinely, finally allowing himself to look at the woman who had come to mean so much to him in the past two years.

You almost snorted. “Well, when you spend your whole life around a Stark, you learn what to say real quick.”

Steve laughed, and you ignored the way your heart sped up at the sound. The fact that he had a smile on his face was good enough for you, it meant that you had done your job right. Unfortunately, you knew it would likely be wiped off very soon. He had a meeting with Thaddeus Ross after all.

Unsurprisingly, You were right.

As soon as the Ross had left, the team had made their way out of the conference room and upstairs into the lounge, a dark and depressing cloud hanging over their heads despite the half-hearted smiles you received in greeting.

Tony had absentmindedly strode past you as if he were in some kind of trance, and you knew he was thinking hard about something. Whatever Ross said to them had clearly struck a cord, and you didn’t know if you wanted to know just what it was.

The silence didn’t last long, the group broke out into an argument that you hadn’t seen coming. It had been a while since there was such a clear divide between so many members of the team. Sure, they’d bicker every now and then, but this was different. From what you could gather, Ross wanted them to sign some sort of document –The Accords- but not everyone agreed with the idea.

Personally, you didn’t know what to think.

The Avengers did what they had to do in order to keep the majority safe. Most of the time it wasn’t even their own fault!

New York – That was S.H.I.E.L.D’s mess. Had they not drawn Loki to Earth by tampering with the Tesseract, then they could have avoided that whole fiasco. Hell, the damn government wanted to nuke the whole city and The Avengers were the problem for saving all of those innocent people? The only reason Loki failed was because of the them.

Washington D.C. – Steve, Sam and Natasha were the only Avengers even involved when the Triskelion went down, and yet again, they had saved millions of people that HYDRA would have targeted had they not intervened. You knew this first hand, considering it was the first time you had met Steve.

Sokovia – Okay, maybe that one was on them…

Lagos – It was an unfortunate turn of events that was still rattling the team due to its recency, but had Rumlow made it out with a biological weapon, how many more would have died?

You knew that the Avengers weren’t perfect, they made their mistakes and now they had to own up to them…you just thought that they weren’t the only ones who had mistakes to own up to.

But they all did bring up some convincing arguments, and you could see how hard it all hit Tony as soon as he mentioned Charlie Spencer. Still, you were wary of them giving the government any control over their actions. Were they not the ones who got them into most of the messes they had to clean up? Of course, they were also quick to point the finger at Earth’s mightest heroes as soon as it was all over.

Slowly, each one of them excused themselves from the room, the first being a troubled Steve whose gaze was glued to his phone as he left. You were left alone with your closest friend, and you could see that he was still tense. Tony was the type who needed to vent it all at once as soon as he reached his limit, and apparently he wasn’t done just yet.

“What about you?”

Your brows rose in question.

“Do you think signing is a good idea?” You knew what he was really asking. Am I doing the right thing?

It was reassurance he needed, but if there was one thing he valued, it was your honesty. And you would never avoid the truth to simply make life easier for the both of you.

“Honestly? I don’t know, Tony.” You sighed. “I understand what the concern is, but who’s going to hold the government accountable? They can pretend all they want, but you know they’re using you as scapegoats.”

“So you agree with Cap then?” There was something in his tone that made it sound like he knew you would say that. And he didn’t sound too happy about that.

“I guess…I mean, maybe?” You bit your lip in thought.

“And is that your head or your heart talking?” Tony cocked a brow, hip leaning against the countertop as he watched you frown.

“Excuse me?”

“What? You think I didn’t notice your little crush on boy wonder? How long’s it been, 2, 3 years?” Tony asked condescendingly as he crossed his arms.

It was true, but the way he was talking about it made it seem like a pathetically childish infatuation rather than what you knew to be feelings developed after two long years of bonding. You loved Steve, of that you were certain, and for some reason, Tony’s words reminded you that average you didn’t stand a chance with extraordinary Steve.

It had been years, if it hadn’t happened by now, it probably never would.

“You know what, Tony? I wasn’t in Sokovia when that boy died. I’m not an Avenger and I definitely don’t need you taking out your guilt-driven frustrations on me. So until you all sort yourselves out, I’ll be at home.”

After turning on your heel, you stormed out of the room, much like the rest of the team had. Only this time it bothered Tony more. He never got into serious arguments with you, you understood him like no one else (well, other than Pepper) and he always trusted you to keep him on the right path. You had a good head on your shoulders and he realised too late that he needed it now more than ever.

“Come on, Y/N…Y/N!” He called after you regretfully.

The elevator doors slid shut, and Tony’s shoulders slumped in defeat. Two of his favourite women walking out on him in the space of a month, that must have been a record.

You tried to not let your thoughts and insecurities get to you on the ride down to the lobby. You didn’t enjoy fighting with Tony, but if he thought your judgement was skewed because of your feelings then you’d leave them to sort it out on their own.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, Y/N?” The AI chirped.

“Tell Happy to ready the jet.”

“Where to?”

“Malibu.”

The last time you were this worried about the team was coincidentally the last time you had been on that particular aircraft. You still remembered the anxiety that flooded the room as you and Pepper watched the Ironman carry a nuclear bomb through a worm hole. A similar sense of dread had settled in your stomach, and you knew nothing good would come of it.

You were right to worry.

Just a day after you had arrived at your Malibu home, you were curled up on your couch, gaping at the scenes on the evening news. A bombing in Vienna where the Accords were meant to be signed. A king was killed in the blast, and you realised that it was truly a difficult time for the Wakandan people. Not only had their people died in the chaos in Lagos, but to lose such a wise and respected leader…it was a tragic day for the nation.

The news only got worse from there, with Steve’s old friend –Bucky- being the prime suspect. It was difficult to argue considering his picture was plastered all over the world as CCTV footage. You thought it was odd, that an assassin as accomplished as the Winter Soldier, one who had avoided detection for so long, would not only bomb a UN meeting (when he was supposedly in hiding), but would also be careless enough to get caught. Something was off about this whole situation.

You didn’t think things could go further south than that, but life proved you wrong. The only thing worse than seeing your friends fight off alien armies, or robot armies for that matter, was seeing them fight each other.

The carnage left behind in Leipzig would only be used as another example of why the Accords were the answer to the current problem, but even you knew that this went deeper than that. The Avengers would bicker every now and then, but physically fighting each other was not something to take lightly.

It terrified you, knowing that something was seriously wrong. Steve and Tony used to argue all the time, but you never would have anticipated an argument leading to this.

For the first time since you had left the Tower, you regretted your decision to do so. You had no idea what was happening, only that Steve was a fugitive and his friend Bucky along with him.

The only thing you could do now, was hope that they were all safe and pester Tony for information as soon as he returned to the States.

“You are certain that this is a good idea, Captain?”

Steve smiled half-heartedly at the Prince’s –soon to be King’s- concern.

“Actually, I think it’s one of my worst ideas yet.” He sighed. “But it’s the only one I’ve got.”

T’Challa nodded in understanding. He wished he could do more to help, but his hands were tied in this matter. The Captain’s friends, while honourable and loyal, were currently criminals, and Wakanda could not be involved in such things. However, he had offered them refuge should the Captain succeed in his mission. T’Challa had felt guilty for hunting an innocent man (at least when it came to his father’s murder), and to make up for his own actions, he had allowed the man –James Buchanan Barnes- to remain in Wakanda during his recovery.

“In that case, I wish you luck and safe travel.” T’Challa bowed his head in respect and returned the smile that Steve sent him.

Steve strapped himself into the jet. He had no idea how to fly it, but Shuri had reassured him that he would need to touch a single thing, and if something did go wrong, she’d be able to deal with it from her lab. The girl was a genius, and even though he still hadn’t come around to relying on technology like the rest of the world, he trusted her word.

“I really can’t thank you enough, Your Highness.”

T’Challa slowly waved a dismissing hand, his lips quirking up reassuringly. “You are always welcome in Wakanda, Captain.”

Steve knew it was risky, crossing into American borders when he was very much on Ross’ ‘Wanted’ list. The reflection panels on his aircraft combined with whatever else Shuri had installed to avoid detection, had done their job well. At least he assumed they had, he hadn’t been shot out of the sky so that was a positive.

Despite the risk he took by just being there, Steve couldn’t help the small smile that settled on his face. It hadn’t been too long, maybe two weeks, but he missed you. He missed your level head and reassuring smile, your kind heart and soothing presence. He missed all of you.

Steve regretted not saying goodbye to you before he left, but the news of Peggy’s death had overpowered any other thought he had at the time. She was the final remanant of his old life, Bucky was no longer the man he used to be and that was okay. But Peggy was a reminder of his old life, because as much as Steve denied it, he too had changed in time.

In the 40s he was going up against Nazis, the enemy in everyone’s eyes. This time he had gone up against the supposed ‘good guys’ to save someone they only knew as an enemy assassin. He was no longer the Captain America of the 1940s, he didn’t want to be a perfect soldier, he wanted to be a good man. Never had Erskine’s words been more suitable than now. This had been his biggest test yet, and he had chosen to do the right thing, even if it meant going against his orders.

Nobody else saw it that way, but he knew you would. Peggy had once told him that sometimes the best you could do was to start over, and this felt like a good place to begin.

He was surprised at the lack of security, but didn’t question it. If anyone knew how to stay safe, it was you. You had plenty of experience, a fact that made Steve frown.

It was relatively quiet, only the distant sound of waves interrupted the silence, and for a moment he wondered if you had gone back to New York. He didn’t get much time to think on it before a small camera-looking device quickly darted down from the ceiling above the front door. The tech whirred as a blue laser scanned him up and down.

“Captain Steven Grant Rogers. Access granted.”

The front door swung open on its own, the little camera snapping back behind the panel of the ceiling.

Steve stepped inside cautiously, noting the silence once more. Years of experience had taught him to be wary of the silence. You were in less danger when you knew someone was firing at you, than you were not knowing if someone was about to fire at you.

“Steve?”

His head snapped around at the sound of your voice, brows shooting up in surprise when he realised that you had snuck up on him of all people. Any comment he was going to make died in his throat when he noticed your wet hair and the towel tightly wrapped around your body.

You were apparently too relieved to care about his frozen state, running at him so quickly he barely had time to catch you as you threw your arms around him. Tony hadn’t given you any of the details, but you knew something happened in Siberia. Something big. It wasn’t like Tony to keep things from you, so you knew it must have been significant.

All you had heard, was that Steve was gone along with his old friend, and not to expect him back any time soon. You almost had a panic attack by that point, so seeing him now -in the flesh- was a welcome surprise.

“You’re here…”

Steve’s own arms tightened around you. He knew you were thinking out loud, but you sounded so relieved – so happy to see him. He assumed that Tony would have told you all about their current situation, and maybe he had…but Steve doubted it. There was no way you’d be as welcoming if that were the case. So he hugged you, knowing that it may be the last time he’d get the chance to do so.

“I take it this isn’t a social call…” Steve’s grip weakened as you finally pulled away slightly to look up at him.

You didn’t know how to feel about the fact that he may have only returned just because he needed something from you, and not because he wanted to see you as much as you wanted to see him.

Steve frowned slightly. “Not entirely a social call…but I wanted to see you.” He softly added, eyes darting down to the floor nervously.

You shot him a small smile. “Come on, I have a feeling we have a lot to talk about.”

Steve returned your smile with a matching one of his own, and let you lead him over to the living room.

“That’s…I mean…hmm.”

You paced in front of the couch that Steve occupied, with a small frown. After finally realising your near-naked state, you had remembered to put on some clothes. After awkwardly excusing yourself, Steve had mentally tried to figure out how best to go about telling you everything.

Needless to say, his plan had gone straight out the window, and the craziness of the past month had come pouring out of him faster than either of you expected. The good news was that you didn’t seem too angry with him.

“So, you need help with a prison-break.” You sat down beside the super-soldier.

Steve’s eyes shot over to meet your own and he sighed. “I’m really sorry about this, Y/N…I’d never ask if there was any oth-”

“Steve.” You cut him off with a chuckle. “Relax. It’s no problem. Don’t forget that I have friends locked up too.”

“Right.” He smiled, nodding sheepishly.

“Besides, I care about you.” You shrugged in a forced display of nonchalance, but his heart fluttered at your words. “You don’t ever have to worry about asking me for something, Steve. I think we’ve been friends long enough to-“

You froze, completely stunned when he cut you off with a kiss. His lips moulded to your own in a way that would put even Tony’s skills to shame, and had you not been distracted, you probably would have wonder just when he got so good at kissing. Your fingers were trailing across his shoulders, down his arms, along his neck.

The further they travelled, the louder he could hear his heart beat in his own ears. He wondered if you were experiencing something similar. One of his large hands cupped your face, his thumb under your jaw to tilt your head up, while the other was slowly making its way up and down your back.

The world seemed to stand still when he finally pulled away, resting his forehead against your own.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- I just…I had to do that,” he whispered, “at least once.”

“Me too.” He looked at you in surprise, relieved when you shot him an affectionate smile. But his heart quickly dropped, and you noticed the shift in his demeanor.

“What is it?”

“You know I can’t stay here…” He sighed, thumb trailing across your cheekbone slowly. He never thought he’d regret kissing you, but the last thing he wanted to do was give you false hope when he was in his current situation.

 “We don’t have to.”

“We?” Steve cocked a brow in amusement and your eyes widened a fraction.

“I-I mean…only if that’s something you want.” His gaze softened fondly when you trailed off quietly.  He’d give more than he was willing to admit to have you by his side, but he cared about you too much to put you at risk.

“I do. I really do…” You met his gaze hopefully. “But I can’t ask you to do that for me.” Steve shook his head, hand slowly slipping from your cheek. You caught it, clasping it in your own.

“You’re not. I’m offering.”

“Y/N…” Steve sounded uncertain. 

“Say yes.” You whispered against his lips, and he had to close his eyes to regain his composure. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want.” You replied with a quiet eagerness. He was entertaining the idea, and that was a positive in your mind.

Steve finally opened his eyes, knowing what he should say, but the words out of his mouth were anything but what he should have said. He never would have been so selfish in the past, he never would have dragged anyone he cared about with him – especially when he was a wanted man.

He wanted to be selfish with you, and that worried him. But when you looked at him like that, how could he not?

“You know Tony’s gonna kill me, right?”

He was already on thin ice where the billionaire was involved, and he knew that Tony wouldn’t hesitate in hunting him down himself if he thought he was putting you in harms way.

You shrugged with a small laugh. “We’ll give him some time to cool down before I let him know. It’s not like I won’t be coming back for birthdays and Christmas anyway.”

“It won’t be easy,” he warned, “I’m not sure where we’ll end up. I don’t want you to regret this.”

It was a half-hearted attempt to change your mind and you both knew it. He wished he could give you a proper relationship - something he had been avoiding for years. But that was no longer an option, and he didn’t want to lose you because he could no longer offer that normalcy.

“Steve, there’s nothing to regret. Wherever we end up, we’ll end up there together, and that’s good enough for me.”

He smiled at your response, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Alright.”

You perked up. “Alright? As in ‘yes’?”

He chuckled bashfully.

“Yes.”

And with a final kiss to your smiling lips, he reminded himself that he’d have all the time in the world with you when he got back. For now, he had a team to save.

A/N: let me know if you see any mistakes, and I’ll have a new chapter of ‘I Needed You’ out soon!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #Steve Rogers #civil war #Avengers #tony stark #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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Tea and Confessions

“Tea and Confessions”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,693

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Warnings: Mental Health (talk of self harming, anxiety, and depression)

Summary: Reader is part of the Avengers. She has only been with them for a few months, and is still getting used to it. She was alone for a long time, and tends to freak out around groups. After a particularly difficult time, she decides go to a cafe. She doesn’t tell anyone where she is going, but Bucky sees her leave. He decides to follow her. He stays and keeps her company/lets her vent. Cuteness ensues.

Author’s Note: This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

I also want to take the time and thank @goodnightwife for being my beta reader and helping me edit and bounce ideas off.

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Being accepted into the Avengers was something you never thought possible. Yes you had some special abilities, but it was nothing compared to Wanda, Tony, or a certain metallic super soldier that you’ve developed feelings for. Your entire life consisted of being pushed to the side, or told to stay quiet to not seem like a possible threat. This made you into who you are today: A young woman who is still figuring out her powers, but is also stuck seeing herself as an annoyance.

As much as you appreciated everything the group has done and continues to do for you, sometimes it gets too much. You aren’t used to being around so many people all the time, and while you had your own room, that wasn’t enough sometimes. All of the talk about missions and training and whatever they were up to was overwhelming.

You also had had a rough night last night. Even though you knew you should talk to Banner about this, you couldn’t tell anyone about your depression or self harm. You weren’t suicidal. You couldn’t bring yourself to that point. The self harm was more of a release or a way of focusing back to reality if your attacks became too much. The only one who knew anything about your mental state was Bucky, but you told him that you were doing better, that you hadn’t broken your clean streak in a long time. If he saw the damage you did last night, he would be hurt.

Without thinking too much more, you shoved your laptop, charger, wallet, and keys into your purse and headed out to a small cafe that was only a few blocks away. They had your favorite drinks there that always had the ability to calm you down.

After quietly shutting and locking your door, you quickly looked around to see what everyone else was up to. It was a Friday night. Natasha, Wanda, and Steve were cooking dinner for everyone, it looked like some sort of chicken dish with veggies and fries for side dishes. Sam and Clint were arguing about what movie to watch tonight. It was between Pulp Fiction and The Magnificent Seven. Bucky was just watching the two boys debate about the movies. He couldn’t put in any input because he hadn’t seen either of the films. Everyone else must be doing work in the lab or in their rooms. Now was your chance to sneak out unseen.

The elevator was a straight shot down the hall, but it would make noise. There was a staircase next to it. You had been up and down that many times during some training sessions. It was right there, and as long as you walked past the entryway to the kitchen unnoticed, you were golden. Taking the softest but quickest steps you could, you managed to get to the door to the stairs and escape. You were very thankful for Clint and Natasha’s stealth training right now.

As you made your way down flight after flight of stairs, you felt good. You hadn’t been called out by anyone, no one noticed you leaving. Or at least that’s what you thought.

What you hadn’t seen was Bucky looking up from the film debate and catching a glimpse of you through the threshold of the kitchen. He knew you weren’t 100% comfortable around the group all the time, but he hadn’t seen you sneak away like that before. He stood up and pulled Steve from the cooking.

“Buck, what’s up? You deciding to flake out on movie night?”

“No. I just… I saw (Y/N) leave without stopping to tell us where she’s headed. I’m not sure what to do. I want to make sure she’s okay, but I don’t want her to think I’m creepy by following her.”

“You should go. This isn’t like her. She never just leaves, and she’s never missed movie nights. Take a comm link. I’ll be on one too, just in case something happens. Or maybe I should just go with--”

“No. I know her and how she works sometimes. If she’s feeling even a bit overwhelmed, too many people will make whatever she’s feeling, even worse. I’ll be on comm. I have a few ideas of where she could have gone. I’ll keep you updated.” “Alright. Be safe, make sure she is safe. We’re going to start a movie at around 8 o’clock if you want to try to make it back in time for that.”

“I’ll do my best. Keep your comm on, I’ll be going in and out when necessary. Don’t tell anyone about this. We don’t need more attention, that’ll for sure make this difficult.” Bucky turned to grab his jacket and bag, but stopped and grabbed Steve’s arm. “Hey. Thank you by the way.”

“No problem, Bucky. I know how much you care about her, even if you refuse to confess it to her.” Steve responded with a grin. He had seen how his best friend looked at (Y/N). He was protective of her, comfortable around her, and in love with her. Steve could also see that the feelings were echoed by (Y/N), but she was too shy to say anything. Everyone could tell that it was going to happen at some point, there were even bets placed on who would say it first. Steve had his money on Bucky.

Bucky grabbed his jacket and gloves so his arm wasn’t as noticeable. He also grabbed his backpack that had a first aid kit and a couple of small guns, just incase. He was thinking of which spot to try first. There was the bookstore around the corner, the south-east side of the park that you liked to sit and people watch, or the cafe down the street a few blocks. As soon as he figured out his plan, a hand grabbed his shoulder and made him turn. It was Natasha.

“And where are you going? Its movie night. You can’t possibly cancel before dinner.”

“I’m not canceling. Steve said we were out of popcorn and snacks, so I am going to go pick some up.” Bucky lied to Natasha. He didn’t want word to spread about (Y/N). If it got to Tony, there would be a full team search, making the situation worse.

“Alright, be back before the movie. It’s gonna be a good one tonight.” She said as she made her way back to the kitchen. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief and continued towards the elevator.

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This cafe was one of your favorite escapes. It was a small family run place that had been here since the 40s. It had a home-y vibe to it, and they had such a wide assortment of drinks to fit any mood. The only person who knew about it being one of your havens was Bucky. He actually went to it once or twice when it opened.

You felt so comfortable around Bucky, like you could rant or ask him for help or anything. He knew exactly how to help you in situations that seemed hopeless. This closeness definitely factored into your ever growing crush on the super soldier. He was more than his looks, strength, and intimidating manner. And you could tell that he felt okay around you. He talked to you much more than anyone else other than Steve. He sometimes would talk to you after a nightmare. The only other person who has been able to calm him down and get him back on track after an episode was Steve. It felt great to have this bond with Bucky. You wanted it to be more than friends, but you knew he wouldn’t go for that. So you did as much as you could to help and keep the bond between the two of you as strong as it could be.

“Hey there (Y/N)! What’ll you have today?” The woman behind the counter asked. Her name was Maria and was one of the original owners. With how frequently you came, she knew you and your typical orders.

“Hey, Maria. I’m not sure. I’m thinking some sort of tea today. It’s been kind of rough these past couple of days.” You felt the cuts rubbing against your sleeves and thought back to silently crying last night due to a particularly bad attack. “Got anything super calming but still a bit fruity?”

“I got just the thing, sweetpea. Go sit, I’ll bring it over. I know your usual seat. Don’t worry about paying, it's on the house.” “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” You slipped a $10 bill into the tip jar while Maria’s back was turned. She would make you take it back if she saw you do that, but you felt it was necessary. Looking over, you found your usual table by the window facing the park. Pulling out your laptop, you began to type away into a journal. Just getting your thoughts out visually sometimes helped work out problems or see how things could have gone better. This was especially helpful during training. It was a way of reflecting on what you were taught, how you did, and how you could improve. This method ended up being very beneficial.

Maria brought a small pot of tea over with a teacup on a saucer, some sugar, honey, and a stirring stick. You liked to put a mix of honey and sugar in your tea, which was very odd to some people. But Maria really knew you after coming as often as you have these past few months.

Pouring a cup of the wonderfully perfect tea, you waited for it to cool down a bit more before drinking. In the meantime, you went back to journaling.

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Bucky tried the park and the bookstore. Nothing. So the last place he could think of was the cafe. He realized that he hadn’t updated Steve since he left. He pressed the talk button on the earpiece and began to talk. “Steve. You hear me?”

“Yep. Any luck?”

“Not yet. I tried two places that she likes to go, I’m about to check one more place. If she isn’t there, I’m gonna need some help.” He couldn’t help the worried tone in his voice. He knew that you weren’t okay all the time. It’d been awhile since your last major attack. His worst fear was that you were gone forever. He couldn’t imagine you not being in his life anymore.

“Okay. We’ll find her, Buck. Don’t worry. She couldn’t have gone too far. Let me know how the last location checks out. I’ll have my stuff ready, just in case.”

As Steve was talking, Bucky made his way to the cafe. He saw you in the window, typing away on your laptop. His chest instantly loosened as he walked closer to the entrance.

“Not necessary. I got her. Cafe, should have known to check here first. I’ll let you know when we head back to the tower. We’ll try to make it for the movie.” Steve audibly sighed on the other end of the line. “Thank god. Be safe, take care of her. See you later.” Then the line went silent.

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You were so focused on writing everything going on in your head that you didn’t even notice a familiar man standing at your table until he spoke. “This seat taken?” Bucky said. He tried to sound as normal as he could. A little bit of his accent coming back. You looked up from your laptop and shook your head no. You were confused. How did he know you were gone? You left the tower unnoticed.

“How did you--”

“I saw you sneak past the kitchen. I just happened to look up at the right time. I got worried and decided to look for you. I know that seems creepy, but I just… I know you and I didn’t want you to be 100% alone. If something happened to you, I don’t know how I’d go on.” You saw him break a bit. Sure you’ve seen him vulnerable before, but never like this.

He grabbed your hand and looked up to your face. “So, what’s eatin’ at you, doll?”

You wanted to stay strong and just say that you were fine, but you couldn’t. You had been hiding your cuts and thoughts from him and everyone for so long. The crack in your mental wall splintered more and more until you decided to tell him. You started by saying that you weren’t as okay as you had told him. Then you rolled up your sleeve a bit to show him what happened last night. He moved his seat so he could be sitting next to you and held you while you told him everything. You felt so much better knowing you had him in your life and he was able to help with this. You were starting to calm down more when you decided that you guys should probably head back to the tower.

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While you and Bucky were walking back, you thought ‘might as well tell him how I feel about him.’ You had your arm looped through his, walking in pace with each other.

Keeping your gaze towards the sidewalk, you finally broke the silence. “Well, on a sort of happier note, I managed to find a light during all of this darkness.” “Oh yeah? And what is this said light, if you don’t mind me asking?” Bucky was curious, but he understood that it wasn’t his business to know everything.

“It’s gonna sound really silly and I don’t mean to make anything awkward, but... it's you.”

He stopped walking. He was processing what you had said. He had always seen himself as this dark, destructive being until you came into his life. He tried to change when you came, and you admitting this, was his sign that he was doing right.

It was time, he had to tell you how he felt.

You stopped and faced him, immediately apologizing for being weird and possibly hurting their friendship. You interpreted his silence as being upset or aggravated. So you were taken aback when Bucky silenced you by soft lips on yours and hands on your cheeks. Everything felt right. You found your hands going around his neck while you kissed back and felt him smile into the kiss as his hands moved to your waist. He was the one that pulled away. Resting his forehead against yours he decided to confess.

“(Y/N), I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now. I love you. Even though you may not think of yourself as wonderful or beautiful or strong, I do. I have been struggling to tell you this for weeks. I love you, doll. So much.”

You stayed silent for a second before lifting yourself on your tiptoes to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close.

“I’m guessing you’ve felt the same?” You nodded in response and planted another kiss on his lips before lowering back to the ground. Bucky held you for a second before looking at his watch, 7:30PM.

“Sweetheart, as much as I’d love to continue kissing you, we do have to get back to the tower at some point. Steve wants us to be a part of movie night. If you’re up to it.”

“As long as I get to stay by you.” You respond with a small smile. You’re met with Bucky’s perfect smile as he kisses your forehead before he takes your hand in his and you walk back to the tower.

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Steve heard the elevator ding and the doors open. Bucky and (Y/N) together, Bucky’s arm wrapped around her waist. A smile spreads on Steve’s face as he looks at his best friend. Bucky is really smiling at the girl of his dreams, and she is smiling back.

“So who confessed first?” Steve asked. You pointed to Bucky. Steve celebrated for a second before yelling into the living room “Bucky did it, pay up everyone!” A muddle of groan, questions, and victory noises were heard.

You laughed with Bucky. He leaned down and kissed you once more. “Well now everyone knows. Let’s go show them the proof.”

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The Tower: Unexpected - 4

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing: Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: Angsty talk, Steve’s past, Bucky’s depressed. Smut (oral f receiving, vaginal m/f)

Author’s Note: Written with the lovely @avengerscompound Y’all it’s Steve’s birthday, and this is the Steve chapter.

Chapter 4: Steve

A week passed and I still hadn’t seen any of the other men. It was like a ghost town in the common room and while it might have been possible to go track a lot of them down, Natasha had said that Clint had gone into his shut-off defensive mode where he hid in the vents a lot and Tony had given FRIDAY orders to keep me out of the engineering lab and penthouse again.

That hurt. A lot. I didn’t know how many more times he could do that to me and I’d be able to forgive him for it.

I kept telling myself, processing time. They just needed to process and figure out exactly what they wanted. It didn’t hurt less, but it certainly helped me from not circling the drain. Besides, while Tony did lock himself away from me, he did also go about finding a doctor for me. An expert in obstetrics was put onto staff just to look after me. She was in the process of relocating and I just needed to wait for that before I had my first appointment. So even though Tony had locked me out, he was still participating. I would take that as a good sign.

I can’t say that the thought of terminating didn’t keep coming back to me. Not that I wanted to but I just thought it would be better if we were going to do this they had the time to decide they wanted it beforehand. Then I pictured what that would do to Natasha and Wanda and I just couldn’t. Especially Nat. I think Natasha would shut down if I chose that. It’d be that last little thing to say she didn’t get to just be a regular person. I know, I know, it’s not my job to give that to her, but I did want this baby. If it was just me, Nat and Wanda so be it. I had gone into this relationship being monogamous with Nat. It would hurt to go back to that, but I’m sure we could be happy.

I mean there was Hulk too. He was still around. Bruce seemed to be just… gone. Hulk was very excited though and spent a lot of time between my room and Bruce’s. My bed was big, but not Hulk big and being in Bruce’s place just made me miss him.

I had taken to mostly just staying in my apartment. Wanda was sleeping with me every night and it didn’t feel as much like a slap to the face. At the end of the week, there was a knock at my door and when I answered it, I was faced with an extremely exhausted-looking Steve.

“Um, hey. You got a minute?” His voice matched the dark circles under his eyes.

“Yeah, come in. Is something wrong?” I said standing back to let him in. I felt a twinge of guilt like this was my fault that he looked like this, but I was mostly just glad to see him. He had been quick to call the baby his when I announced I was pregnant. I didn’t think this was an ‘I’m out’ talk.

“No, I mean. Yes. I mean, no. Maybe.” He said coming in. He looked at me helplessly and my heart broke for him a little. I had never seen him so frazzled. “I'm sorry. This isn't helping. I don't know where to start.”

I guided him to the couch and got him to sit. “You want some tea, honey?”

He nodded and slouched forward rubbing at the pad of his left thumb. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

I went and made him a pot of tea and brought it back on a tray pouring him a cup when I sat down beside him. “So, what is it? What’s the matter?” I asked.

He picked up the cup and just held it in his large hands, looking into the reddish brew. “I don't know there's a lot. What day is it? I can't think straight, and I'm sure I'm going to say something wrong.”

“It’s about the pregnancy, right?” I asked, a pit forming in my stomach. “Do you not want to be a part of it?”

He put the cup down and pulled me into his arms. “No, honey. No.” He said, nuzzling against my neck. “Where to start? Where to start?”

I relaxed a little letting him hold me and looked up into the blue of his eyes. “Maybe at the beginning.”

“Beginning. Right,” He said and took a breath. “So, we've talked about when I was little right?”

I obviously knew a bit. He had been small and sick. The list of conditions he suffered was long and most were debilitating. His father had resented him. Back then the idea of Eugenics was not just held by the Nazis. It was popular in America too. Steve was beaten by his father due to the man’s disgust that the could have such a sickly child. “Yeah. You were really sick. And your dad …”

He shook his head. “Okay, we haven't talked about this then.”

“So, tell me.”

“We…” Steve said, obviously searching for the right words. “Um, we meaning Bucky and I. We talked about them. Not with each other obviously. What we had back then, we didn’t exactly see it as permanent. We pictured wives and maybe… they’d understand…” He shook his head again. “But I was always so sick, and I didn't want to pass anything on. And then... Well…”

“So you do want kids?”

He sighed. “Well, yes and no.”

“What's the no?” I asked now a little confused as to where he was going with this. “You aren't sick now. I mean, it might not even be biologically your kid.”

He made a vague hand gesture like he was brushing that away. “That doesn't matter to me. Can you imagine a little super soldier? What kind of stress would that do to your body? Raising the kid? The no... The no is about the world.”

“What about the world?” I asked.

“It's this absolute shit show. I went down and there were bullies and intolerance. And I come back up and there are bullies and intolerance. I thought it'd be better.”

I rubbed his arm. I knew he still struggled with that. The constant need to fight the same fight over and over was exhausting for him. “Okay... so you only wanted kids when we lived in a Utopia?”

“Well, maybe just one where I don't have to worry that they're going to be attacked by aliens. Or that their city is going to float into the sky.” He explained.

I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “So no new people until then?”

“That's how I would have preferred it at least.”

“Okay…” I took a breath and let it out slowly. “I don't... I don't know what this means for us. This baby is on its way.”

“No, this one is different.” He said. “I'd have liked to have it planned, and all the details worked out. But that's not the reality.”

I shook my head and slumped a little, the guilt inside me bubbling up again. I shouldn’t be forcing these people to be parents. “I’m sorry.”

“No. No. It’s not your fault, sweetheart.” He said wrapping his arms around me and kissing me on top of the head. “It’s just… what I’ve been processing. I keep thinking about what can I do now to get it there. I need to make the world as safe as it can be before they get here. I just… I need them to be safe.” I nuzzled in against him and nodded my head. “There’s more… Bucky…”

I looked up at him, my eyes glistening with the start of tears. “What about him?”

“Well, he's sorta my Bucky. But he's this new Bucky. And the arm.”

I dropped my gazed and sighed. I hadn’t even considered that. Bucky must be a complete mess right now. It had taken him so long to be comfortable having me in the bed with him, he still never quite was if we were alone. Now he had to deal with a tiny fragile baby. “Oh. I get it.”

“Do you?”

“He thinks he's gonna hurt them.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Yeah.”

“You know he's not though, right? That's not him.” I said looking back up at Steve.

“I know that. But he doesn't, and he's not dealing.” He explained.

I leaned in against him again, letting him support my weight. “I'm really sorry, Steve. I didn't mean for this to happen.”

“I know. I'm not blaming you.” He said. “It's not anyone's fault. I just need to support him as he figures it out.”

“It's not fair that he has to deal with this. I wish he could see himself how he really is.”

“Me too. But he can't and right now he's isolating.” He said, rubbing my arm.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. “I mean... You look exhausted. How do you need to handle this that you're okay? Do you need to step away while you help Bucky come to terms with it? Do you want to try and timeshare? Do you want to just do parts, like doctors appointments? Do you want me to come and talk to Bucky too?”

“No, he'll shut down more,” Steve said. “I want to be here. I am still wrapping my head about this, but this baby is happening and I want it. I want to be here. No matter who is actually the father.”

“I want you to be here too. You need to take care of you too.” I leaned up and kissed his jaw. “I'm still waiting to hear about my first doctor’s appointment. You want to come see them with me when I have one?”

“Yes, I wouldn't miss it.” He assured me, giving me a little squeeze around the waist.

I sighed in relief and settled back against him, playing with his hand. “You think it will work out? It's just been me, Wanda, Nat, and Hulk since I told everyone.”

“Yeah.” He said. “Give it time. We can be squirrelly.”

I nodded. “It's hard because I don't get to hide from this. I thought you'd all freak but I didn't think you'd all run.”

“Sorry, honey.”

“Me too. Never gonna have sex again.” I said firmly.

“You say that now…” Steve teased, giving my side a squeeze.

“Maybe with Nat and Wanda. Can’t get pregnant like that.”

He ran his fingers up my side and under my breasts. “You sure about that?”

“Steve!” I squealed. My breasts had been really tender and even that slight touch and sent little currents running through me.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He teased leaning down and ghosting his lips over my neck.

My skin prickled and I turned so I was kneeling, facing him. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Can’t get pregnant if you’re already pregnant.” He joked.

I shrugged and nodded my head. “I guess you have a point.”

“I know what I’m talking about.” He said and pulled me into a deep kiss.

I climbed into his lap and returned the kiss, matching his passion. It was slow and deep and full of need. Not just for sex, but connection and release. We needed to be there for each other. To know that even if he couldn’t always be there, I was still his and he was still mine.

His hands ran up my back and bunched in my hair as I ran mine through his, the soft smacking of our lips were joined by our hums of pleasure. He pulled my shirt up over my head and unfastened my bra as I quickly unbuttoned his and pushed it down his arms.

When he latched onto my breast I mewled loudly and threw my head back, a sudden jolt running straight to my core. He smirked and sucked, pressing his teeth down on my nipple. A dull ache built in my breast, which had the converse effect of making the rest of me tingle. I moaned and ground my hips down against his hardening cock, my pussy already soaking in anticipation of more.

He lifted me and lay me down on the couch, first pulling down my pants and then moving between them. “You. Definitely. Sure. You. Don’t. Want. Any. More. Sex?” He asked. Each word dotted with a kiss down my stomach.

“Okay. I take it back.” I whined, lifting my hips up.

He chuckled and swiped his tongue up my pussy. “Mmm…” He hummed. “You taste different, you know that?”

I shook my head and pulled in a ragged breath as a shiver ran up my spine.

He sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers into my cunt, slowly fucking me with them before he curled them and dragged his fingertips over my internal walls. I gasped and bucked my hips up and he pulled his fingers free and offered them to me. I pulled them into my mouth, sucking them clean as he watched through lust darkened eyes.

He was right it was different. A little muskier and slightly stronger-tasting. I hummed and I licked myself from his fingers and he dipped his head back down between my legs.

Steve is very good at learning exactly how people tick. He seemed to get off on knowing all the exact right buttons to push to drag things out or send them over. Right now he put all his focus on sending me over as quickly as he could. His tongue made little patterns over my clit. Pressing hard to barely tickling it, so I couldn’t get used to any one thing. His fingers touched on my g-spot immediately and he was merciless with them. Pressing them and dragging them over my g-spot and making my loose complete control of myself. I bucked under him and my legs trembled. The sounds I made were loud and animalistic and completely involuntary.

With a sudden surge, I came, gushing on him. He sat up rubbing my clit through it and looking pretty pleased with himself.

“Fuck.” I sighed as little shivers from my orgasm ran through me. “God, I needed that.”

“Mmm… I know.” He hummed and moved back over me. “And I think we might both need this.” He added sinking his cock slowly into me. I dug my fingers into his broad shoulders looking right into his eyes as he stretched and filled me.

“Oh, god, Steve.” I moaned.

“Mmm… I know.” He said and began to thrust.

Each of his movements was slow and deep and pushed me down into the couch. We started to kiss again and I dragged my nails down his back and dig them into his ass rolling my hips up to meet him.

This was more than just sex. It was reassurance and love and a need for each other. We were connecting as a couple. We were part of a bigger group and that might mean we weren't always available to each other but we were always here for each other. I came for a second time and then a third. Each one deep and intense but without the urgency of the first. On the forth I arched up under him and dug my fingers into his back, moaning his name. He jerked suddenly forward and came, spilling inside me.

He rolled off and we lay side by side on the couch, our limbs tangled together. “I love you, you know?” He whispered. “I will make this work. I promise.”

“I know,” I said humming and nuzzling under his neck. He was a good man and this was a weird situation but I knew I had him. That even if it did take a whole for everyone to come to, we were family and we'd work this out.

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