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lilxberry · 3 years

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Back Off, Bitch - Steve Rogers

Requested By: @dracoslove

Hey dear, are you up for a request? If so, i wanna request a steve fic where the reader(his girlfriend) saw sharon try to seduce steve and she decides to confront her right there. if possible i hope you can make the reader as a sassy and confident woman. im sorry if you don't understand what i write because english is not my first language🙏💖

I think I matched the criteria of what you had wanted quite well. If I hadn’t, I do apologise. Also, the reader appears quite bitchy in this along with Natasha, Wanda and Maria but that’s because I added some history between Sharon and reader which I feel would warrant some behaviour like that from reader.

Warnings: I think a lil language. Reader kinda being a bitch with Wanda, Natasha and Maria (with good cause, don’t worry). Alludes to SMUT (no actual SMUT). Mentions of cheating (neither Steve or Reader). Sharon (that warrants a warning on its own).

Words: 3,086

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female). Avengers x Reader (platonic).

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The party that was inevitably thrown by Tony in the tower was in full swing. The music was loud, the chatter of people was louder. Drinks flowed and bodies swayed. It would surprise anyone that this is what Tony called a small gathering of friends and co-workers or maybe not so much.

You’ve been beside Wanda, Nat and Maria most of the night, the occasional S.H.E.I.L.D. agent joining in with the banter that that felt never ending between yourself and the trio. You had felt that Steve could use this time to hang out with the others, along with babysitting Bucky and Sam in the hopes of a rowdy argument not breaking out between the two.

Steve felt that you and the girls should also enjoy your time together without interruptions from them and ‘their high levels of testosterone’ as Natasha had joked. Besides, you all knew that once the party would die down, you’d all gather around the couches as if tradition.

You would catch each other’s eye on occasion and send small smiles between you two or pulling ridiculous faces in the hopes the other laughs. He had even mouthed over ‘I love you’ to you through the crowd.

As you and your women companion for the night continue to talk of anything and everything, laughing and sipping whatever alcoholic beverage Natahsa had forced into your hands, Maria choked on her drink slightly whilst looking past your shoulder.

“What is she wearing?” she rasped out.

Yours, Wandas and Natashas attention immediately snapped over to where Maria had been gaping towards. Turning to look over your shoulder, you spot Miss Sharon Carter, which wasn’t that surprising. What was surprising was her clothing, or lack thereof.

After a prolonged moment of unabashed staring, you all quickly turn to your original positions, trying to act as if you weren’t openly gaping at the blonde and her attire.

“She may as well have just worn two rubber bands,” Natasha remarked, forcing you to choke back a snicker.

“Maybe she ordered the wrong size,” Wanda chimed in with a shrug. A silence overcame you all until suddenly, you all burst out into a combination of chuckles and drunken giggles, the giggles mostly coming from the little Sokovian witch.

As you all try containing your amusement, a throat being cleared behind you all silenced the whole group immediately. You turn to look as Wanda politely greets here.

“Hey guys, great party, right?” Sharon speaks, a tight-lipped faux smile lay on her lips. “Stark never disappoints.”

“Yep,” Natasha responds in a bored tone, sipping her drink and looking elsewhere away from the blonde.

Sharons�� head turns towards you faster than a whippet, making you wonder if the woman is immune to whiplash. By the small smile that Wanda tries to supress, she heard your comment within your head.

“Y/N! You look so good!” She spoke with such sarcastic enthusiasm that you and the three girls that were with you before hand internally groan and roll their eyes. To others, it would appear that she was simply complimenting you and being quite friendly, but the malicious look in her eye told you and your friends different.

Once, you and Sharon had been friends, quite good ones at that, or so you thought. Before you met Steve, you had a thriving relationship, one that turned out to be consistent with negativity, lies, and false happiness.

Sharon had seduced her way into your boyfriend-at-the-times bed. What was worse is that when you had caught them in the act when you arrived at his apartment to surprise him, she smirked, just smirked, as she covered herself up before rushing past, collecting her clothes, and leaving. No apology, no excuse. Just smirked and left.

Of course, you couldn’t entirely fault Sharon, your boyfriend was at fault too. But from that point on, your trust within Sharon had dwindled down to nothing but ash and you refuse to allow her to make you feel so small, so vulnerable.

Keeping a calm, collected front, you smiled back towards the blonde. “Thanks. I reckon it’s the dress,” you leant back against the bar you and the girls took residence at as you picked up your drink and brought it up to your lips. “Steve picked it. It’s his favourite.”

Finally sipping the strong concoction, you smirk behind the rim of the glass as you catch the slightest twitch of her eye. The girls watched in pride at how you can slowly build a rise out of your ex-friend and agent.

“Hmmm, well. It was so great talking. I’m gonna go say hi to the others.” Her tone and how she had said ‘others’ made it overly obvious that it was not great talking and that she’s not going to see the others, but rather Steve.

“Got it,” Natasha raised her drink towards the blonde before adding in a sickly-sweet tone, “Be careful walking in those heels.”

Sharon gave a ‘hmmm’ in response before turning on her heel and instantly spotting the guys, more specifically Steve and quickly making her way across the room, weaving through her crowd, homing in on him with an extra sway of her lips and no doubt trying to smile as seductively as she could. She was probably already undressing him with her eyes.

You rolled your eyes before turning your attention back towards your friends who also seem just as fed up with her antics as much as yourself.

Meanwhile, Steve gets nudged by Sam, disrupting his conversation with the others. Steve looks over to Sam who had amusement written all over his face as his eyes constantly shift to the side of Steve. “Wanna-be girlfriend is on her way.”

Bucky, Clint, and Thor all chuckle and snicker as Steve represses a roll of his eyes and a groan that desperately wants to tare its way out of his throat. Tony pats his shoulder as he passes and sits down near Clint to watch everything unfold when she arrives.

Steve continues to look towards the others as if to seem oblivious to her presence. Unfortunately, it hadn’t deterred her away. “Hi boys,” she spoke in a friendly tone before dropping to a seductive call. “Hi Steve,” she spoke as she dragged her arm across his shoulders and settled herself to stand just behind him on his right, hand still placed atop his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh ever so slightly making his skin crawl.

Putting on the charm, he turned to face her with a friendly smile. “Hi Sharon. How’ve you been?”

Each one of the lads had stayed silent, dying to laugh at the situation all while leaving him to his own devices, allowing him to suffer what is Sharon Carter.

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You and Steve are utterly and completely open with one another. He told you of his love for Peggy, how difficult it was for him to move on which you had understood and accepted whole heartedly. You told him of your past with Sharon and your ex. You hadn’t planned to, as it was in the past, something that hadn’t been a bother and held no reason to be brought up since you have moved forward from the issue. But then Sharon interjected herself into his life and all insecurities flared upwards and outwards.

Telling Steve of what Sharon had done was something you never imagined to be so difficult. You were completely nervous to his reaction. What if he didn’t believe you? What if he told you, you were overreacting? What if he left you for her? What if he falls for her plays if she decided to do such a thing once more?

Of course, Steve never would act in such a way, would never do such a thing. He had understood and placed your insecurities to rest, dispelling any anxiety you felt. He assured you he wanted you and only you, leading to some long heartfelt conversation and a confession of love after on a few months of dating.

So, you never felt overly concerned when Sharon was around him anymore. Of course, there’s always that hint of angry, jealousy, anxiety but you trust Steve unconditionally. He’s an honest person with loyalty being one of his strongest traits.

He rejected and ignored any and all advances she had gone after him with, filling you with an abundance of joy and pride and never-ending confidence. Not only within yourself, but within your relationship.

You had complete and utter faith in Steve and your relationship, but none in Sharon.

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“You know what she’s doing, right?” Maria asked as she swirled her drink around in her glass that she held.

“Believe me, we all do,” replied Natasha coolly.

Conversation drifted off away from Sharon and her sad, pathetic attempts to bed your boyfriend, you and the girls now focusing on still trying to enjoy the night. Although, it was only natural that your gaze drift to those at the opposite side of the large, crowded room.

Still, you stayed determined to enjoy the company of friends and chose to push Sharon to the back of your mind. And it was working quite well, until she was brought back up in conversation once more.

“I mean, why does she keep trying? I thought he made it obvious,” Maria retorted, earning hums of agreement from yourself and Natasha.

“I don’t know. She can’t be stupid enough to continue pursuing him now, especially tonight with you here, right?” Wanda questioned, almost sounding hopeful. Her sweet side trying to give Sharon some form of redemption.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting for her to back down honestly, especially now she looks quite comfy in that lap over there,” Natasha nodded her head over towards where Steve and the others sat.

With furrowed eyebrows, you turned to face them once more and what you had seen made you blood boil and your fists clench angrily at your side. Wanda released a gasp and watched with wide eyes and Maria muttered an ‘oh shit’ down towards her own drink. “That’s fucking it. I’ve had it,” you seethed through grinding teeth. Gripping your glass, you downed the drink in one, slamming the glass back down on to the bar counter. “Enough is enough.”

Spinning to face the gents surrounding an uncomfortable Steve with the blonde in his lap, you hastily sped over there, your heels violently clacking against the floor, a sickly sweet, absolutely feigned smile plastered on to your face as your eyes screamed murder.

A shout of ‘Go on, girl!’ from Natasha behind you spurred you on.

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“Hi Sharon. How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been wonderful, actually. Thank you for asking, you’re such a sweetheart.”

Steve internally grimaced at the pet name as the others surrounding the two struggle to hide their snickers behind their glasses. From his spot out of Sharons’ line of sight, Clint faux gagged then continued to drink his beer in hand.

Any conversation following had been awkward and unwanted, the want to talk had been direly unrequited yet Sharon had taken no notice. She was blissfully ignorant to the distasteful looks from Bucky and the comfortability Steve oozed. Of course, the others found it highly amusement but made no move to make her feel welcomed or even seem that they acknowledge her presence.

At one point, she raised her behind to sit along the back of the couch Steve, Sam and Clint occupy. Tony became miffed and swiftly told her to remove her underdressed ass off of his expensive couch.

She was back to standing, looking a little less happy now she had a scolding from Tony. Thor, being the kind, sweet, gentle Asgardian that he is, decided to finally interact with the blonde agent of S.H.E.I.L.D.

“Sharon, why don’t you join us in sitting down?” he inquired. Although he had wanted to be polite, he struggled doing so, purposefully leaving out the usual ‘lady’ he would address other females with.

She beamed at the golden prince. “Why thank you, Thor. Though it seems there isn’t any available spaces.” The lack of room for her to sit was down to the others taking as much space up as possible. Sam had a laid-back position which took a wide portion of the couch up. Bucky had purposely widened his legs and arms whilst scowling at Sharon, his dislike for her was rooted by his admiration and love for, although platonically.

Thor takes up enough space with his large stature anyways and Tony occupied the end, quickly pulling Pepper to sit beside as she passed, scaring the daylights out of the poor woman who was now utterly confused and complaining to Tony. Clint laid his legs stretched out across the couch, which seems to miff Tony further even though he’s biting his tongue, much to his amusement.

“Oh, I know where I could sit.” The mischievous smirk that danced across her lips was amiss with the others who watched her confused, including Steve, as she rounded the couch and closed in on the star-spangled super soldier.

Once reaching her destination before her, she promptly angled her body to the side and unabashedly perched herself atop Steve’s jean clad lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and broad shoulders. She smiled innocently at him as his eyes widened and his face turned red, out of anger and embarrassment.

His mouth opened and closed, searching for the right way to reprimand her without losing his cool. Bucky tensed, fists clenching and seething in anger as he so desperately wanted to rip her off of his friend’s lap. Sam whispers an ‘oh shit’ whilst Thor watched on confused, a small smile on his face. Tony muttered ‘wrong move, princess’ as Pepper gaped at the blonde’s audacity.

Before Clint could open his mouth to tell her to remove herself from Steve, the group heard a resounding thud from across the room. Clint quickly turned to see you glide across the floor, features schooled to look calm, collected and kind. He could see the fire raging behind your orbs though and knew that something was obviously about to go down.

Hearing Nat cheer you on caused him to chuckle as he watched you inch closer and closer at quite the scary pace. ‘I love Starks’ parties,’ he thought to himself.

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Entering the centre of the couch’s placement, all the eyes of your friends fell upon you who burnt holes into Sharons’ figure. Although he knew your anger wasn’t directed at him, Steve couldn’t help but be frightened by your rage that you were controlling quite well.

Sharon turned her head towards you herself and she smiled that false, sweet smile. She held nothing but malicious intent within her eyes. “Oh, hey Y/N. Isn’t Steve so sweet? All because there weren’t any spaces left for me to sit.”

Bucky scoffed and the others watched in anticipation as to what would happen next, your strained, faux smile never faltering. Sharon took it one step further, grasping one of Steves hands that he held at a considerably noticeable distance away from her and bringing it down on to her lap palm first, keeping her own hand over it.

You tilted your head slightly, widening your smile as you stalked towards her slowly, silently, like a predator closing in on its prey. Tony audibly sucked in air, possibly out of excitement as to what happens next and watched just as eagle-eyed as the others.

Coming to a stop just before Steve and Sharon, you flickered your gaze towards Steve and sent him a genuine smile, eyes softening for a moment. “Hi honey.” You kept your gaze towards him as you quickly brought your hand up to take a fist full of Sharons’ blonde locks, grasping it harshly and tugging it, forcing her to stand.

She whimpered and winced in pain as you continued to drag her away from your boyfriend. You turned yourself to face Tony, flashing a dark grin towards him. “Do you mind calling security for me to remove this for me?” For emphasis, you shook you hand a little, causing Sharon to wince once more, her hands coming up to grip you wrist in a terrible attempt to remove your hold of her.

Tony reciprocated your grin before calling Happy over along with another hired for security, the two walking over quickly, taking Sharon from you hold into their own hands. With a nod, Happy began to drag the agent out of the building along with the other security.

She tugged at their hold, grunting in anger and slightly pain. “Get off of me!” she demanded.

Happy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. Keep moving.”

Just before they reached the elevator to take her down to the ground floor and escort her out of the building, you called out. “Hey Sharon.” Happy paused, allowing Sharon to turn towards you with a furious expression, her demeanour riddled with anger. “Back off, bitch.”

She gawked out in disbelief before continuing to be dragged out by Happy and the other man, the others around the couches laughing boisterously. They passed the bar on their way out, Natasha wagged her fingers in a mocking goodbye as Natasha and Wanda smirked.

As the elevator closed on them, taking them down, you turned back towards Steve, now with a different kind of fire burning behind those eyes of yours. Although your anger had originally frightened him, he couldn’t help the tightening of his jeans around his dick, your display turning him on immensely.

Quick strides brought you to stand before Steve once more, no blonde now placed within his lap. Just like you had done with Sharons’ hair, you quickly grasped his hand, pulling him up to stand and dragging him towards the elevator with one destination in mind. Steve put up no fight.

“Aye Y/N/N’s a baddass,” Sam shouted as the others laughed around him. Bucky smirked at his best friend as you two pass him by. You and Steve paid no mind to Sam’s loud retort and continued on your path to the bedroom.

By Steves flustered state and your smirk, everyone easily guessed what was going to follow and began to whistle and cheer. Just as you reached the elevator, Natasha called out to you.

“Get some, Girl!” You supressed a laugh as you enter the elevator, pulling Steve in behind you. Just before the metal doors closed, you heard Natasha shout one last time.

“And use protection!”

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I kinda liked this, especially how the size is more manageable after the last fic I wrote

Started and finished within a day just because I knew how I wanted to write this

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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darkherolovercroissant · 4 years

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Apricity

(n.) The warmth of the sun in winter.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff and violence.

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The snow seemed brighter than usual, only due to the fact the sun had come out today. It was a great day in December, it truly was. Tony, Steve, Nat,Bruce and Pepper were all up ahead as they were picking out a tree for the compound. Peter, Shuri, Morgan and Wanda were walking around talking and Vision was talking with T’Challa and Clint.

That left the troublesome trio as Tony and Steve call it to be tied together. That trio was none other than Bucky, Sam and you. There wasn’t always problems, but when there was...it was always because of you three. However, you were more quiet than troublesome today which was throwing everyone off, including Wanda who was constantly trying to read into your mind. You just sat in the same spot feeling the sun warming you up.

You came close to having the dance with death two weeks ago and it left you visibly shaken. You would flinch at the slightest sounds and you were always second guessing things because you were just so scared that it’d be the thing that’d kill you.

Tony would never forget the day where he saw you curled up into a ball inside a room just shaking on the floor. Bucky felt horrible because he was unable to get to your location on time due to the explosion, but was constantly told it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t even able to scoop his doll off the floor because she’d flinch as he’d bend down.

After that day, Bucky became distant and just more miserable than before. Sam changed drastically as well which was scary as hell for the team. The three main members that’d cause chaos were the quietest members. Sam stopped taunting Bucky the day he watched you go under in order to repair your nerves in your back. He just didn’t show signs of even living. He would be found just sitting in the chair by your room staring at the wall.

Sam felt like life itself wasn’t worth it when they said that you were more damaged than they thought. Watching poor Bucky cower in the chair and watching even Nat walk out with Wanda to calm down was enough for his playful side to die.

When you recovered, you’d flinch, you’d cry, you’d scream and it felt like you were going to die. Bucky wasn’t able to sleep due to the nightmares and the fact that you weren’t in bed with him. He’d watch as you were kept in a glass inspection room and watch as you’d make little snowflakes dance around the room with your powers. The day you were able to go outside, you took baby steps and remember seeing Bucky going for a walk around the compound himself. You remember your baby steps turning into faster steps and which turned to sprinting as you followed his footsteps and latched onto his back.

As Bucky saw you standing in the middle of the little tree farm, he smiled at how you stood still letting the light winds brush your hair around. You felt those gorgeous blue eyes on you and turned your head towards him. You gently stuck your hand out and smiled as he walked closer. He laced his fingers with yours and pulled you to him.

“You ok, doll face?” He whispered in your ear

“I am now. The sunlight feels so nice.” You smile

“Aww look, Frosty and Tin Man are together!” Tony said only to receive a snowball from Pepper.

“They’re a couple, Tony. What do you expect?” She scolded

The sunlight was shining over you two as Steve watched from the distance.

“You know...they make a great couple.” Nat said as she laced her fingers with Steve.

“Tell me about it. He’s finally got someone who treats him the way he wants.” Sam shrugs

“Come on, we’re heading home” Peter says as he carried a sleepy Morgan to the cars.

Bucky took a look behind him as Steve nodded towards the parking lot. Bucky picked you up and carried you towards the cars as your eyes started to close.

“Sleepy, doll?” He nuzzled his nose against yours.

“The sun made me sleepy.” You yawn as Bucky just stared at you like you were everything.

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The next day the younger avengers decided to go outside and have a snowball fight. You of course headed out too. Hours later the sun had come out once again and you all took a couple of minutes for a breather. You were completely lost in the feeling of happiness that swirls through you when the sunlight hit you, that you didn’t register that Bucky had come up behind you.

When he wrapped your arms around you, Your smile widened more and you felt like it was just you two trapped inside a snow globe as the snow flakes drifted from above. Bucky felt peaceful when he was with you while you felt safe and secure when you were with him. The two of you blended together perfectly and created an alternate universe when you were touching. From the other side of the yard, Peter and MJ were watching as Morgan rolled snowballs.

“You think they’ll ever stop zoning out?” MJ teased

“Let them zone out, they deserve this.” Shuri said

You two spun around in the sunlight for ten minutes before looking directly into those gorgeous eyes of his. Smiling up at him as he returned the same feelings. Immediately his hands were on your hips.

“Let’s go inside and take a nap.” He says as his metal hand rested on your stomach. His hand feeling the tiny kicks as the new little sunlight grew inside of your tummy. Taking your hand in his, Bucky led you towards the house as Peter, MJ and Shuri stood in shock after watching that little encounter.

“She’s pregnant?” Peter and MJ gasp

“Aww, So the white wolf doesn’t shoot blanks after all.” Shuri breaks out of her shock with a loud laugh.

The feeling of warmth from inside was nice, but not as nice as the warmth from the sun. After all, there’s just something so beautiful about sunlight shining through in the cold. As you fall asleep, the suns light sneaks through the blinds and outlines the two bodies happily snug together as the metal hand gently placed itself on top of the small baby bump.

Bucky had everything he could want now. Bucky had his own life back. He had Steve, he had great friends and had a wonderful girl in his arms almost every night and now had his own little sunlight that would shine on his darkest days.

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 25

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard 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: 1872

Warnings: None

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with the little free bird @fanficwriter013

Chapter 25: Dress Shopping

The following day things went into major Bonding Ceremony planning mode. We had a week and a half for the whole thing to be prepared. Thankfully most of the organization was not exactly up to us. There was a date, venue, and chefs with an arranged menu all just built into the fact this was a royal event. The high-priest was on call. So we really just had to worry about the clothes. Which was still an issue given the short time frame.

Because only Thor had friends and family to help him pick out his clothing the rest of us formed trios just to help decide on the designs. We wouldn’t see the end result until the day, but that way we at least had some people who would be secret and some that we helped make the choice.

Tony, Steve, and Clint formed one group, Bruce, Bucky, and Sam another, while Wanda, Natasha, and I would be helping each other choose dresses.

It was early in the morning that the tailors arrived and we split up. Natasha, Wanda, and I were in my bedroom in a sea of fabric, sketches and potential dresses on hangers trying to find something perfect, or to at least mix and match things until we got to what we considered perfect.

I was going through the racks while Wanda and Natasha were putting fabrics in piles of yes, no and maybe. I took a dress off the rack that was made in a material like chiffon that had a skirt that was sheer and pleated. The neckline plunged down to the stomach and around the waist and around the trim, there was an intricate gold filigree that ran up, forming capped sleeves.

“What about this, Tasha? It looks very you.” I said, holding the dress up to her.

Natasha tilted her head and looked it up and down. “I’d have to see it on.” She said. “I’m still not sure if I want a white dress.”

“If you like the design, we can change the fabric, my lady.” One of the tailors said. “It will be made to fit you exactly of course.”

Natasha nodded. “I’ll try it on and see what it looks like.”

Two of the tailors took the dress off me and bustled Natasha behind a screen where they started stripping her off and dressing her again. I went and sat on the bed next to Wanda and started looking through fabrics that Natasha might like with that dress design.

Natasha stepped out from behind the screen and I nearly burst into tears. It was her dress. She looked the blend of beautiful, sexy, dangerous and soft that was exactly who Natasha was. She was right, white wedding dresses weren’t for her, but the design was perfect.

“What do we think?” Natasha said, turning around and pulling the skirt out so it floated around her as she moved. “Maybe in black?”

Wanda squeaked and I covered my mouth. “Oh my god! Oh my god, Tasha!”

“What?” Natasha asked, looking down.

“You look so beautiful,” I said, waving my hands in front of my eyes. “I’m gonna cry.”

“But in black. Right?” Natasha asked.

“What about red?” Wanda asked.

“Oh, yes,” Natasha said looking at herself in a mirror. “Red would work really well.”

“It would be perfect in red.” I agreed.

“Alright,” Natasha said coming over and looking at the different colors they had available in the fabric that was in the dress. “What about you two slowpokes?”

“I like this fabric,” I said holding up a soft shimmering fabric that blended from purple to blue to gold to green, like an oil slick. I liked that it had a color that represented each of them and how each color blended into the next. “But I haven’t found a design I like.”

“That fabric is very you,” Natasha agreed.

I got up and started to look at the dresses on the racks again, this time with the piece of fabric that I wanted. Wanda got up with me and started going through them too.

“I keep coming back to this one,” she said pulling out a dress with a satin corset and a layered, fabric a little like mesh and a little like chiffon. It came with a lace shrug, a slightly different shade of off white than the rest. “But white is the wrong color.”

“Try it on,” I said.

“Alright, bossy.” Wanda teased, going behind the screen with the dress.

As the tailors helped Wanda into her dress there was a thud and scratch sound at the door.

Natasha’s head snapped towards the door. “What was that?” She said. “The boys know they’re under penalty of death if they come anywhere near here.”

I went and opened the door a crack to discover Riley and Pietro standing there. They were supposed to be with Thor and had obviously snuck out of his room because Pietro was dragging Mjolnir behind him.

“What the hell?” I said opening the door more. Riley came running in and Pietro swung the hammer up and toddled in after her.

“Solynshka,” Natasha said seriously. “That is not a toy. That is Daddy Thor’s.”

“Dis mew mew,” Piet said swinging it around.

“Shit! Piet! No, honey!” I yelped, jumping back.

“Pietro, give that to Mama,” Nat said, holding her hand out.

“No, mama,” he whined and Riley took the hammer from him and tried to use it like a hobby horse.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two,” Natasha said firmly. “This is not a toy!”

“Sowwy, mama,” they said together and they both dragged it over to Natasha.

“That’s better,” Natasha said and picked up the hammer. Just like that. No ceremony. No thinking about it. Just reaching down and picking her up. There was a crackle in the air and she tossed it, so it flipped in the air and she caught it again. “I’ll just take this.”

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!” I yelped.

She stopped and looked at Mjolnir in her hand. “I didn’t think this through,” she said. “How do I give this back to Thor?”

“Do you not want him to know?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t need that kind of pressure.”

“Umm, change. Then put it under some fabric and then sneak it back out there.” I said.

“Okay,” she said. She picked up the fabrics she’d been going through and showed them to the tailors. “These ones.”

They took her behind the screen with Wanda and while they helped her out of her dress, the others continued pinning different things to Wanda’s. “I hope I don’t need to pee while I’m in this,” Wanda said.

“You’ll need a team.” Natasha teased.

I took two dresses off the rack. One had a similar fabric to Natasha’s dress, sheer and floaty. The hem of the skirt was etched with intricate gold filigree that reached up to mid-knee, while the bust had an asymmetric neckline and one sheer sleeve. Both the neckline and sleeve had the same filigree design. The other was halter neck with a plunging neckline and what looked like gold butterflies grouped around the waist. The skirt of the second was simple and made of a thicker fabric than the first. “One of these?” I asked.

“Dat one, mommy,” Pietro said pointing to the first dress.

“Aw, baby, helping your mommies pick out their wedding - uh - bonding dresses,” Wanda said stepping out from the screen. “What do we think of this?”

“Oh, yes,” I said nodding. “Piet, what do you think?”

Wanda turned and spun, her skirt flaring out.

“You wook pweety, Daj,” Pietro said.

“Like a queen,” I said. “In red too?”

“Yes, I think so.” She said coming over to look at the fabrics.

Natasha came out in her regular clothes and grabbed a pile of fabric. She hid Mjolnir under it and headed to the door. “Okay, I’m taking this back. And I agree with Piet. The one on the left.”

I went behind the screen and the tailors started fussing around me as Natasha headed out. “Just swinging Mjolnir around like it’s nothing,” I said.

“She’ll make a fine queen.” One of the tailors said. “We knew of her fearlessness and strength. Of her wit and intelligence. To also be worthy of Mjolnir? Asgard will be blessed.”

“I could hold Mjolnir.” Wanda huffed.

“Have you attempted as such?” The tailor asked.

“No,” Wanda said.

“Well, if it is true, we will be twice blessed. But until you try you are not worthy.” She explained. “Part of your worth is judged by your willingness to attempt it.”

“Not that you will not be a great queen either way,” a different tailor said, almost scolding the first. “We know of you as well. Very powerful.”

“Weird how none of the boys can lift it,” I said. “Also weird how that’s just a thing they try and do when they get drunk. Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen, Bucky, Sam or Steve every try.”

“Steve tried once,” Natasha said, coming back into the room.

“Did he lift it?” I asked.

“It wobbled a little, but no.” She said. “Are you dressed? Are you pretty?”

I looked down at the tailor who was crouched, pinning up the hem of the skirt. She stuck one more pin into it and nodded and I stepped out.

“Oh my god!” Wanda squealed.

“Yeah?” I asked, spinning for them.

“That’s the one,” Natasha said approvingly.

“Okay, yay!” I said. “Not too hard in the end.”

“Just need color,” Wanda said.

“What do you think, Piet? Do you think any of your daddies will cry when they see us?” Natasha asked.

“Umm…” Pietro hummed. “Daddy Steeb… Daddy Tony… Daddy Sam… Daddy Cwint.”

Natasha chuckled and ruffled his hair.

The tailors began to fuss around Wanda and I collecting up the fabrics we liked and sketching things into little books.

“We should get the boys drunk tonight and then bet them we can’t lift the hammer,” Natasha said looking at the sketches the women had ready for her.

I laughed hard. “The looks on their faces when they see you lift it would be amazing.”

“You could do it too,” Natasha said. “No problem.”

“I’m not a hero,” I said simply.

“That’s not what being worthy is,” Natasha said.

“It can’t just mean nice, or it would say nice,” I said with a shrug.

“You’re fit to be a queen here.” Natasha pressed.

“I got pregnant. Lots of people can do that.” I argued.

“Elise Cooper,” Natasha scolded. “You can calm the Hulk with a simple word. You have physically fought to protect this family. You are brave and strong and smart. Know your worth.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll try.” I said, holding my hands up in defeat.

The tailors finished up, showing us their sketches with the fabric swatches. When we all agreed on what we wanted, Wanda and I changed back into our regular clothes and we all headed back into the living room. It was quite exciting to have the dresses chosen. We were just that little bit closer to getting to spend the rest of what would be very long lives together.

// NEXT

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Coitophobia (Nat)

@shieldedmxn // phobia drabble prompts // still accepting!

‘ hey, i’m goin’ to the store. do you need anything? ‘

the benefit of sam being less noteworthy was the fact that he could move around in public without being recognized so easily. if natasha herself had gone, she knew that someone would recognize her. after releasing all of s.h.i.e.l.d.’s data years before, all of her covers had been blown and her face had been all over the news.

but that was nothing compared to the other traveller she was sharing the motel room with. steve rogers, better known as captain america. he was the easiest to recognize, which was why he was stuck in the room no matter what. he couldn’t even cross the parking lot to get ice from the rundown machine near the establishment’s office. after giving sam the list of things she wanted, the redhead grabbed the remote and tossed herself onto one of the full size beds. they’d gotten one room to share, the only one available at the time had been full size rather than queen. the fact that she was forcing steve and sam to share a full size bed made the widow chuckle as she flipped through channels.

“what are you laughing at?”

the voice came from the small table in the corner of the room, steve true to his actual age was busy peering over a newspaper instead of staring aimlessly at the television. rolling onto her back, she craned her neck to look at him. "nothing, really. what’s new in the world today?” she nodded to the newspaper in his hands.

looking down at the paper as if it had appeared out of nowhere, the blond shook his head as he folded it up and shoved it to the other side of the table. “nothing good..” he told her, pushing away from the table. slowly, he moved toward the duffel bag full of his clean clothes and rummaged through. grabbing a clean outfit, the avenger asked if she needed to use the bathroom before making his way in and shutting the door.

the sound of the shower came easily through the thin walls as the woman continued to flip through channels, unable to find something interesting enough to actually watch. after a moment, the woman could hear sounds coming from the room next door.

the type of motel that they had chosen was a popular spot for daytime rendezvous, the trio had learned that the first day. closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to push the sounds of moaning out of her head but it was just impossible. she’d been cooped up with the two boys in the same motel room for three weeks, and they wouldn’t be moving along for another week at least.

interrupting her train of thought was the avenger’s voice, pouring through the walls as he sang ‘ life is a gamble ‘. the sound made the woman smile as she turned to look at the doorway. sam hadn’t been gone that long, but the widow knew that he would be rushing as fast as he could to get back to the motel without detection.

an idea popped into her head, one that she wasn’t sure steve would agree to but it wouldn’t hurt to try. pushing herself up off the mattress, the widow tiptoed over to the door to the bathroom and checked the lock.

it was unlocked, and for a moment the redhead wondered if he’d done it on purpose. maybe they were feeling the same way, maybe they wanted the same thing. turning the knob, she pushed the door open and stepped into the small bathroom. the water was hot, she could tell by the steam that had already filled the room. peeling her tank top off, she balled it up and set it in the sink before bending over and pushing her shorts down her long legs. grabbing them, she also put them in the sink before stepping over to the shower and pulling the curtain back.

“room for one more?”

his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the black widow, the gentleman in him wanting to not stare. it was a difficult feat, though, after being on the run with the woman for months. “y-yeah.”

she couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on her lips, the way he looked at her further confirming that this was a great idea. stepping into the shower with him, natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. although he kissed her back, she could feel a hesitation coming from him that just wasn’t going away. leaning back slightly, she kept her arms around his neck as she asked him. “want me to stop?”

her hand ran through his hair as the other slowly travelled down his body. her eyes focused on his, maintaining eye contact even as her fingers brushed over the muscles of his chest. “just say the word and i’ll go.”

when no answer came, natasha decided to stop, fingers paused just before reaching his belly button. she turned to move toward the shower curtain, but before her hands left his body she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist. “no. don’t stop.”

at his words, the redhead turned back and crashed her lips into his. she kissed him as if she were dying of thirst and he was a tall glass of water. it was as if him telling her not to stop had opened a sort of floodgate for them both. his arms wrapped around her, hands cupping her ass and lifting her up. instinctively, the redhead wrapped her legs around the man as he pushed her back against the wall of the shower. reaching between them, the woman guided the tip of him into her.

sucking in a sharp breath, the woman’s mouth hung open as she took a moment to get used to his girth. once her muscles relaxed, she began rocking her hips in the same rhythm that he’d begun thrusting. they didn’t have very long to enjoy themselves, but it seemed that neither of them really needed that long.

eventually, the woman felt her body begin to tense up just as steve’s thrusts became frenzied. she could feel her muscles tensing around him, body vibrating as she bit her bottom lip hard. a moment later, she felt him pull himself out of her and finish on the floor beneath her. carefully, he moved to set her down, keeping one hand on her hip until he knew that she was steady enough to stand on her own. grabbing a couple towels, he offered her one as he turned the water off and stepped out of the curtain.

the widow quickly dried herself off with the towel, stepping past the man to grab her clothes from the sink and toss them in the bag of dirty clothes she’d been accumulating. moving to her own duffel, she grabbed clean clothes and threw them on. as soon as she was dressed, she threw herself back on the bed in the same spot that she’d been in earlier. grabbing the remote, she began flipping through channels as sam let himself in the door.

“took you long enough.” she joked, hopping up to help him carry in the bags. she smiled at him as they began to unpack the supplies. "how was everything when i was gone?” the man asked, stacking the dry food that he’d brought home on the shelf next to the hot plate and microwave. the woman shrugged as she gathered all the bags together. “nothing good on tv, as usual.”

grinning, the woman grabbed a familiar looking box with a picture of a blonde woman on the front. “oh, perfect. i love this shade. good choice, sam.” carrying the box over to her bag, she rooted around for a minute before bringing out a pair of scissors.

“let’s go, steve. other people need to get in the bathroom too, ya know.”

#shieldmxn #ROMANOVA ; N. ( DRABBLE. )#NS / F W.#surprise! i went with the shower scene #lol #also this ended up being long af #shieldedmxn

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chonkychornes · 4 years

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Open Arms Part 3

Synopsis: You come back broken from a mission, and the one person who could barely put himself back together is the one who is trying to help you.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language? Angst. Smut…eventually. UST. 3 of ? parts. How’s this as a warning: this is my first reader insert fic and it was a challenge, y’all. So, as long as it isn’t the worst thing anyone has ever read, I’m still doing okay! I hope you enjoy it!

Also, this is really for @quant-um-fizzx I couldn’t have/wouldn’t have done any of this without her help and guidance.

Part 1

Part 2

Two weeks after the great switcheroo, you have your biggest setback thus far.

Sleep had not come easily the last few nights and you knew a nightmare of epic proportions was brewing just under the surface. You had worn yourself out as much as possible by doing several circuits in the gym. Your nightly routine included drinking some herbal nighttime tea and taking a healthy dose of melatonin … and yet you still found yourself keyed up and anxious.

You started thinking of, well, everything while you waited for the eventuality of the night to overtake you.

That’s when the idea of the nice warm bed, with the nice warm man down the hall springs to mind. There’s something to be said about being completely physically satisfied to make you sleepy and Steve was always good at turning your brain to mush.

You weigh the pros and cons quickly before you realize that it would be just like it was before; a moment in time where you used each other for what you needed. Surely, your best friend wouldn’t deny you that, right?

Slipping out of bed and creeping down the hall in an oversized T-shirt, courtesy of the man himself, and socks that you can’t seem to sleep without now, you wonder how stupid this is going be.

“Hey, Steve? Remember how I said I didn’t want us to fuck around anymore? Well, I can’t sleep. Can you just nail me real good so I pass out?” You snort to yourself and try not to laugh out loud. You figure by the time you wake him up the two of you will just talk until you feel tired enough to pass out, or the moment subsides.

When you get to the door that leads to Steve’s personal quarters, you key in the code quickly and turn the handle, but the door remains locked. Confused, you try it again several times until FRIDAY’s voice comes over quietly due to the late hour.

“Miss, Captain Rogers changed the code two weeks ago. Would you like me to wake him up?”

You stand up rod straight and realize that this is the dumbest thing you could possibly do.

“No, please don’t wake him. I’m sorry I bothered you, Friday.”

“Not at all, Miss. Is there any way I can be of assistance?”

FRIDAY was a fully functional, self-aware AI; you could have a full conversation with her if you wanted.

“Is anyone else up? Where are they?”

“Mr. Stark is in the R&D lab, of course. He’s asked to not be disturbed unless there is an emergency. Mr. Barnes is in the pool.”

“Thanks.” You slide down the hall and enter your quarters to run into your room and strip down, only to pull your swimsuit on. Laps sound good right about now. Being around another person sounds good.

The moment has passed and now that you think about it as you throw the nightshirt back over you, it wasn’t even about sex. You just need to be around someone.

When you reach the pool, you’re automatically mesmerized by the body slicing through the water. It’s all muscles, pale skin, and one gleaming arm.

James “Jesus sweetheart, even in Wakanda they didn’t call me that” Barnes pops up at the opposite end of the pool from where you are and wipes the water from his eyes. When he sees you, he offers a sly smile.

“A little late for you to be making your rounds,” he pulls himself up on the edge to sit and kicks his legs in the water. “What’re you doin’?”

You pull off the shirt and toss it aside before sitting on the edge of the pool and plunking your legs in the warm water. A shrug eeks out of you and suddenly, that desire to be around someone dissipates and you feel like you don’t know what to say or how to say it.

“I just … I was feeling a little lonely, I guess.”

He nods and stares at you, “It’s weird, right? You think you want to be around people but then when you are, you don’t want to be.”

“Yes! And when I know for a fact that I want so desperately to be alone, that’s when I go looking for everyone,” you trail off as you see him nod.

“Your mind is always going to feel al little twisted now.”

“Does it get easier?” You can feel the tears pricking at your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall.

“Sure, but you know that you’re never the same, right? There’s a part of you that’s broken and it can be mended, but it will always be weak,” he slides back into the water and in what seems like a flash, is up on the ledge next to you and you can feel droplets of water falling off of the ends of his hair onto your skin.

“It doesn’t mean that you are weak,” he staring at you and you wish you didn’t feel like you were being scrutinized. “Just those parts of you. The parts make up the whole, darlin’. You just gotta remember that.”

You smile and lean your head on his shoulder and let those tears finally fall. He wraps an arm around you as you tell him about the last couple of nights and the nightmare you know is just under the surface.

He offers you some meditation techniques and promises to work with you on them in the next few days.

“Wanna race?” He’s breaking the tension and you’re grateful for it.

You laugh and poke him in the shoulder, “Sure, but you have got to ditch the ace in the hole.” You reach around and touch his metal arm and his ensuing laugh echoes off the tiled walls.

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A week after your night swimming session, Steve selects Sam and Nat to join him on what should be a week-long mission. He comes to your quarters to tell you about his departure and when you ask why James isn’t going his answer is a shock to you.

“He’s staying for you,” Steve sits on your sofa and stares up at you as you gape at him.

“‘I don’t need a babysitter,” your voice is taking on a shrill tone, but you don’t care. “ Besides, there’s plenty of people here if I need anyone.”

He rubs the back of his neck and sighs, “There is no way to say this that doesn’t make this sound bad, so just take a seat and deal with it.” He pats the cushion next to him and you sit with your arms crossed.

You already don’t like what he has to say.

“Bucky sees you as a pet project … of sorts. He just wants to make sure that either he or I is here with you at all times until you’re feeling more secure in yourself.”

You sink back into the cushions and let that sink in; it feels incredibly insulting and somehow very sweet at the same time. You don’t like it at all, but you can appreciate it.

“Both of you are dicks,” you say with a smile and Steve barks out a laugh. “The whole point is that I’m trying to do this on my own.”

“Bucky says that asking for help is the hardest and bravest thing you can do,” Steve wraps an around your shoulders as he waxes poetic. “That sounds like something they say in some kind of anonymous meeting, but what do I know?”

“So, what you’re saying is that I should be nicer to the cyborg and ask for help more often?” You can feel Steve’s body shake as he chuckles and you laugh too.

“Sure, but maybe don’t call him a cyborg, huh?”

“Never to his face, I swear,” pulling away you look up to his face and feel all the seriousness you used to feel before you went on your own missions. “You’ll be safe, right? Come back in one piece, more or less?”

“You got it, kid.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before telling you that he’s got to get the mission briefing together and leaves.

You wander the halls of the compound before you find James outside under that dam tree again, reading. When you open the door and give a low whistle, he looks up and over at you.

“You coming out?”

You nod and he sets the book aside and locks eyes with you. You steel yourself and walk out. You used to love to be outdoors and the fact that it is such a challenge now is so disappointing. Halfway to the tree, a breeze catches your hair that isn’t tied up and you stop in your tracks.

He doesn’t say anything, just watches you as you raise your arms and take a deep breath. You close your eyes and just let the air flow around you. This is what you’ve missed, being out in nature, feeling the breeze, listening to leaves rustle.

When you open your eyes you find James standing a few feet away from you with a concerned look on his face. You smile and that’s when you realize that you’re crying; you hadn’t realized.

“You good, darlin’?” He steps towards you and you fling your arms around his neck and laugh as he grabs onto you. When you don’t let go, he hugs you harder and lifts you off the ground to spin you around.

When he lets you go, you pull away an offer him a genuine smile.

“You look like a fairy queen with your hair all mussed from the breeze,” he gazes down at you. “You look happy right now.”

“I am happy right now.”

A moment passes between the two of you. You wonder what he would taste like and if his kiss would fill you to the bottom of the soles of your feet. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips and you sigh slightly. That seems to break the spell between you both. When you pull away from each other, there’s awkwardness but you don’t avoid each other’s gaze.

“So, Steve’s leaving for a mission,” you walk past him to sit under the tree. “Wanna have dinner in his place?”

James walks over and resumes his spot next to you and picks up the book.

“That depends, what are you making, doll?”

And just like that, you’re planning dinner outside like you used to; and grateful for it.

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The golden trio has been gone for two months.

Emotions are running high at the compound and you’re currently locked in a battle of wills with one James “So help me if you don’t just call me Bucky” Barnes.

“I’m not cooking for you, Barnes.” You are perched on the island in the communal kitchen, arms crossed over your chest, defiance all over you face.

“Fine, doll. You don’t have to cook for me,” he’s pacing the room and stalking you like prey. “I’m saying we should go out for dinner. Somewhere out in the city. We could even get all gussied up. I bet Stark could get us in someplace real nice.”

You swing your head around to him and stare, “The city? This city? As in New York?” Beads of sweat form on your brow and you can feel your stomach roll at the just thought of stepping off the property.

“What other city do ya think I’m talkin’ about? You wanna go to Paris or London? I’m sure we could go there,” he runs a hand through his hair and pulls it up into a hasty bun. “You just have to get over yourself and walk out of that damned gate!” He points vaguely in the direction of the main gate and your spine stiffens.

He spins around to look at you, and his eyes soften. You’re sure he can see the whites of your knuckles and he can hear the quickened pace of your heart. James is in front of you in a flash and giving you his most reassuring smile.

“Hey, I’m sorry, doll,” he moves his hands to your shoulders in a move you’ve come to crave. He begins massaging the knots in your muscles and every time his thumbs pass over the sides of your neck, you lean into the warmth of his touch.

You’ve been so touch starved that these small moments he offers you are like a balm for your soul. You keep to yourself as much as possible, even when the other three are around, but to go so long without touching another person has been excruciating for you.

“I know you’re worried about them, but we know they’re fine,” he’s crooning at you and you relax so much that you uncross your arms and sag under his hands. “We got their message.”

“It’s not even that, James.” You roll your eyes as he does at his name and stare right into his eyes. “I’m just not the same and I can’t imagine leaving this place. It’s a safety net … I need to be here.”

His hands pause for the merest of seconds before he scoops you off the counter and carries you out to the common room and sits down with you on the couch.

“So, where would you like to start first?” He pulls your legs over his laps and begins rubbing your feet, “And don’t even bother giving me a sarcastic answer. All massages go away if you do.”

The look he gives you not only tells you he’s serious about taking his hands away from your socked feet but also that he understands and picked up on your need for human contact.

“Um, how about the safety net thing?” You slide down a little on the couch and grab a pillow to prop up behind your head.

“You know if you want to be considered mission-ready, all you have to do is leave,” one eyebrow is cocked as he looks at you and you chew on your lip and shrug your shoulders.

“Deep down I understand that,” you sit up on your elbows when he pulls on your pinky toe. “Ow! When you were in Wakanda and T’Challa came to you … were you ready to leave that behind? To just leave the safety of that little lakeside home you had and go back off to fight?”

He’d told you about his time in the foreign land; of his struggles to regain himself with Shuri’s help and T’Challa’s friendship and guidance. How the little lake had offered him solace and tending to the goats had given him peace.

“I fight; we fight,” he emphasizes the phrase and grabs the other foot. “It’s not just that it’s the only thing I know how to do, because it isn’t.”

“Obviously, you could make a killing as a masseuse.” You offer him a cheeky grin and then a yelp as he tickles the sole of said foot.

“It’s not just that, but that now I do it because it needs to be done and I’m pretty sure I’m doing it for the right reasons.”

Staring up at the ceiling you ponder his words and it strikes you as odd, “You’re pretty sure?”

“Can we ever really be right about any of this when people die?”

The two of you are quiet for some time after that before you finally say, “Okay, so let’s go somewhere.”

“Yeah?” There’s a hopeful, childlike giddiness in his voice and it’s spread all over his face.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not super thrilled about the idea and I might back out as soon as we reach the gate, but yes,” you pull yourself up into a sitting position and look at him. “But I want the works, Barnes.”

“Jesus, I’ll have to talk to Stark, won’t I?”

“Nope. You’ll need Pepper for this,” you grin and poke him in the chest. “Dinner and a show. Preferably a musical.”

“Wait, what?” He looks absolutely horrified. “I never said anything about going to a show.” He stands and begins pacing, “I’ll need to make sure my suit is clean and I gotta find my gloves.”

You’re smirking at him when he stops dead in his tracks and glares at you.

“Do I need to shave or,” he gulps and you swear you can see how difficult this is by the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, “Cut my hair?”

After assuring him that hair grooming would only consist of washing and brushing it, Pepper is brought in and up to speed.

The look of confusion is remarkable for someone so clever and you stifle a laugh as she asks James to explain to her one more time “just so she understands fully”.

You’re doing your best to look nonchalant on the couch when she cocks an eyebrow over his shoulder at you.

“How obnoxious should this musical be?” She already has her phone out and is tapping away.

“I think we need the full impact,” you shoot her a grin and she shakes her head and smiles.

“You’re torturing him, aren’t you?” You say nothing as James turns to look at you.

“Do I need to be here for the details?” When both you and Pepper shake your head he walks out muttering about getting his suit ready and resistance techniques.

Tickets are at Will Call and you have a reservation for 10 pm at Joe Allen’s,” Pepper sits down gracefully next you on the couch. “What are you wearing?”

The two of you had never been exceptionally close, but she had always been kind and friendly. When you shrugged she sighed and dragged you up off the couch with her as she stood.

“I don’t know why you two were discussing dinner plans at three in the afternoon, but the show starts at seven, so we don’t have time to go shopping.” She guides you into the hall, “FRIDAY? If Wanda is home, please let her know that she will have a visitor shortly who needs evening wear.”

Pepper walks with you to the elevator and smiles gently, “I’d offer you something, but you’re a bit broader in the shoulders than I am. You and Wanda are closer in size.”

“Thank you, for everything,” you squeeze her hand as the elevator dings, alerting its arrival.

“Are you ready for this?” Pepper knows about what you’ve been dealing with. Tony dealt with it too, and he’s been an invaluable source of help and guidance.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to leave here,” you step into the lift and hold open the door. “That’s why I have to do it. Plus, James is being really nice and supportive about it.”

“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he’s being so nice to you, but whatever you need to tell yourself,” she smiles as the door begins to close. “Enjoy your date!”

Wanda is a fashion diva with a dark side and she just saved your skin. You told her about Pepper’s joke and she only smiled.

Since Wanda towered a good six inches over you, most of her skirts and dresses hit you at a weird length. She was getting frustrated and you were getting discouraged when she pulled an elegant black pantsuit from the depths of her closet and held it out to you.

“The legs are too short for me, but it should work for you.” She holds it out for you and you fall in love with how soft the silk is and how daring the neckline is. It’s nothing you would have ever bought for yourself, but you immediately pull it on and step in front of the mirror.

Wanda steps behind you with her hands on her hips and lips pursed.

“It’s too much, huh?” You look down at the pencil leg that hits right at the bottom of your ankle and the deep v neck that reaches a point at your navel. You keep rolling your shoulders because the halter neck is too large, but Wanda quickly adjusts it and suddenly pert breasts are sitting pretty and the ebony color offsets your skin.

It’s slightly formfitting but you’re slender, so it looks like you’re pulling it off.

“You need heels,” Wanda says this so matter of factly that you don’t worry for one second … until she pulls out a towering pair of stilettos.

“Not on my life or yours,” your arms cross and you stare her down. She sighs and pulls out a pair of ballet flats instead. “I think I have something that will work.”

She riffles through the discarded clothes in a heap on her bed and pulls out a tuxedo jacket with a shiny silver lapel that you had been hoping you could wear.

“Leave your hair down, smoky eyes, and either a nude lip or red,” she whips her hands around and her clothes have all moved back into the closet as you stand there and stare at her.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you smile as she laughs. “Thank you, Wanda.”

“Have fun and if you need anything, I’ll be home.” Her meaning is more than clear. She has your back and she’ll have it tonight if you need her to. You lean down and kiss her cheek before scooting out of her room and making your way down to your own.

It’s five pm and you’ve managed to shower and get yourself together without too much incident. You attribute that to being mission ready for the last several years. You’re sure you could still pack a bag in under five minutes and that makes you happy.

The show starts at seven and the plan is to have drinks at the theater beforehand. You see Happy pull up out front and stand by the car. Pepper really did think of everything.

The elevator dings and you turn around to find James “Jesus, that man looks too good to be called Bucky” Barnes step out into the hall.

He’s not at all traditional and that surprises you, but he pulls it off so well that you almost swoon. The royal blue velvet dinner jacket is pulled over a stark white shirt and long skinny tie to match the jacket. His slacks are charcoal and tight in all the right places.

His hair is up in his usual half bun and he’s trimmed down his beard to a slight five o’clock shadow. As he walks forward you notice that the man is not wearing anything between his feet and his dress shoes.

“Where the hell are your socks?” You ask as he grins and offers his arm. You take it and grin back him as he leads you outside.

“Hiya Happy,” you both greet the driver who gives you both a wide smile but says nothing as you enter the car.

“I wearing socks, doll.” James is showing you his foot as you buckle in and the car pulls away from the curb. “They’re the hip thing these days.”

The little slipper socks he’s wearing are not the hip thing, but you indulge him because you’re certain he’s about to be bored to death for the next two to three hours.

“Well, you look very handsome James,” you look up through the front windshield and let out a small gasp.

The front gate is opening and you meet Happy’s eyes in the rearview mirror as he waits to drive forward. You blindly reach out and find your hand firmly clasped in James’ metal one.

“Where are your gloves?” the murmur is quiet as it escapes your lips and you wonder if he heard you until you feel him tug your hand to get your attention.

“In my pocket,” his flick back and forth into yours. “It’s just a line, that’s all it is.” You gulp and squeeze your eyes shut and nod.

Happy pulls forward and you don’t open your eyes until you hear James ask you, “So, you sure you know how to walk in those shoes, sugar?”

Your eyes pop open and you know what he’s doing; you can’t ignore a challenge. “Natasha trained me. I can kick your ass in these heels.” You cross your legs and point one foot to show off the black strappy sandal with the stacked heel.

“Yeah, I believe that.” His eyes linger on your lips and you lick them subconsciously, “What show are we going to see anyway?”

Three hours later, you’ve watched as James cracked up as King Arthur’s servant banged coconut shells together as they ran around the stage, you both cheered on The Lady of the Lake and her Laker Girls as they turned Dennis into Sir Gallahad, and he had wrapped his arm around you at the end when you shed a few laughing tears as King Arthur married The Lady of Lake, who turned out to be Guinevere.

You get seated at a quiet table, in the back at Joe Allens and James orders a bottle of champagne.

“That was more fun than I thought it would be,” he says as the waiter leaves to retrieve the bottle and give you time to look over the menu.

After sampling the champagne and placing an order for crab cakes to start and a bacon cheeseburger for Sir, and for the lady, the lobster roll.

“So, how are you feeling?” James leans back in his chair and lifts his flute to his lips.

“I feel … fine.” You shrug your shoulders but when you lock eyes with him you only see open encouragement, so you continue. “I’ve had so much fun that I haven’t been paying attention.”

You lean across the table and look directly at him, “I mean, I’ve been paying attention. As soon as Happy dropped us off, it was like I was operation ready again.”

He leans across the table to meet you in the middle, “That’s because you were ready.”

You linger over the food and he gripes when you swipe the kosher pickle spear off his plate and take a bite. “You don’t even like pickles, Barnes!”

You stick your tongue out at him when he criticizes how you eat the lobster roll, “You aren’t supposed to pick out the meat with a fork! Eat it like a hot dog, for chrissakes!”

After you split a huge slice of apple crumb pie ala mode James moves his chair around next to yours and you both finish off the champagne as the other patrons pay their checks and slip out into the night.

“You clean up real good, doll face,” James whispers as another couple walks by and towards the door. “Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

The waiter appears with another bottle of champagne and when you both protest he says simply, “Mr. Stark sends his congratulations and has taken care of things here this evening.”

You can feel your heart constrict a little in your chest but choose instead to focus on the positive. You managed to have a lovely evening, outside of the compound, on the arm of a handsome and funny man who was currently looking at you like you were the only woman in the world.

And Tony Stark was footing the bill.

Maybe it was all the champagne and delicious food. Maybe it was how good, even after several hours, James looked in his suit. Maybe being all done up and wearing makeup did make you feel more confident like the magazines tried to tell women all over the world.

When you leaned into his side and looked up at him and he gazed down at you, you saw longing; deep and real. You reach across his chest and tug on his lapel to bring him closer and when you moisten your lips he copies your action.

Just before impact, just before what could make or break any of this; just before you have to decide later on if it was all the champagne and the atmosphere or something more, both of your phones start buzzing and blaring.

The spell is broken as you both reach for your devices.

The golden trio has returned and you each received a message from Steve.

“Thanks for the warm welcome, assholes.”

Tagged onto a picture of a pitch-black compound.

“I guess the night is over for us,” James removes his arm from around your shoulders and stand up to call Happy.

Not only is the night over, but you’re pretty sure the moment is too.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky #bucky barnes fic #bucky fic

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authorbarbie · 5 years

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Water Under The Bridge

Summary: After a messy college break up, you and Steve parted ways, making the group’s friendly reunions just slightly awkward.

“You sure you’re alright with this?”

“He was sure the last three times you asked him, Nat.”

Natasha glowered at the man in the passenger seat, reaching out to punch his arm while keeping her other hand on the wheel as she drove. “I’m being a good friend!”

“Well, you’re not being a very good girlfriend!” Clint retorted, rubbing his arm that he was convinced was already beginning to bruise.

“Woman up.”

“Guys,” said a voice from the backseat as he tried to distract the couple from their brewing argument. “It’ll be fine. Yeah, I haven’t seen her in a while and the last time I did, we were technically breaking up and it hurt like hell—”

“You’re not really selling the whole ‘I’m okay’ thing, pal,” Clint interrupted.

“But we’re both mature adults now,” Steve continued. “And I’m sure we’re capable of speaking to each other again without falling apart. Besides, we’ve both moved on anyway.”

“Uh-huh,” Natasha said, pulling the car to a stop in the street.

“We have,” Steve argued.

“And I’m agreeing with you.”

She wasn’t.

Similarly to Steve, you were also being questioned about how you were doing with the impending reunion. The interrogation had started as soon as you had met up with your friend a few blocks away from the restaurant.

“Wanda, how many times do we have to go over this?”

“Forgive me for being concerned!” Wanda replied sarcastically. “Do I have to remind you what happened at Thanksgiving? And you didn’t even show up at Christmas!”

“I was working,” you defended yourself. “Pepper can be a hardass boss, you know.”

“You were hiding,” Wanda retorted, causing you to grumble under your breath. Why did she have to know you so well? “Now, are you going to be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Wanda gave you an unamused stare.

“Last time we saw each other was... awkward, sure,” you agreed. “But we’re adults now. We got this.”

Steve watched as both Natasha and Clint began to unbuckle their seatbelts to get out of the car and found himself surprised at how quickly they had gotten to the restaurant. He had been so consumed in his racing thoughts for the majority of the car ride that it felt like they had only been driving for five minutes and now that he was seeing his friends bundle themselves up in warm clothing to fight off the winter chill and meet up with the rest of their group, he grew nervous.

He hadn’t spoken to you in almost a year due to you both heading off to different colleges, and it had been even longer since he saw you in person. But that was about to change. In fact, if he looked close enough, he was fairly sure he could see you making your way to the restaurant with a talkative Wanda at your side.

Heart thumping against his ribcage, Steve slipped his hat back on and stepped out of the car with Natasha and Clint. He kept his gaze downwards but couldn’t help taking a quick glance back at the approaching girls. He saw you falter slightly in your step as you caught sight of him but your arm looped through Wanda’s meant that you had to continue on, and you did so with a determined look on your face that he had seen many times before at school.

“Hey guys!” Wanda said with a grin, pulling away from you to hug the trio approaching the restaurant. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“You saw us a few months ago!” Natasha argued with a smile as she switched from hugging Wanda to hugging you, who complimented her new blonde hair. She had replied with a simple ‘red was getting boring’.

The only two that had yet to hug and greet each other were the pair of exes whose friends did their best to pretend like they weren’t watching them.

Seeming unsure, Steve settled with a nod and brief smile in your direction.

“Hey,” he tucked his hands into his coat pocket.

“Steve,” you answered with a shaky smile of your own.

There was a pause and sensing an awkwardness in the air, Clint huffed out a sigh and spoke up.

“Let’s go inside, shall we? Everyone’s waiting.”

Both you and Steve seemed relieved at the attention shift and quite happily entered the restaurant behind the rest of your friends. The only other people in the restaurant were two women with their children and a few businesspeople. Your group was seated rather quickly since Tony, Bucky, Thor, and Sam had all arrived early and gotten a large enough table.

Greeting the boys, everyone else sat down. Natasha and Clint were facing each other as were Bucky and Sam; Tony and Thor sat at either end and Wanda was leaving the seat in front of her open for Scott whose train was late and would be arriving soon. That left you and Steve to sit in front of each other and Steve found himself cursing the gods at your luck.

You looked at Natasha with wide eyes, to which she mouthed ‘sorry’ in reply to. They had made a deal to sit next to each other but neither of you even thought about who you would be sitting in front of.

As they all looked at the menus that had been placed in front of them, Natasha whispered in your ear.

“Do you wanna switch seats?” she asked as quietly as she could.

“And make it obvious?” you frowned, not noticing Steve’s eyes on you. “I can’t do that.”

The waiter appeared then and took your orders. You were so startled by his presence that you ordered the first thing your eyes saw when you looked at the menu and it would seem Steve did the same. Wanda ordered on behalf of Scott who had just sent her a text saying he was only five minutes away.

“So,” Sam began an attempt at a conversation. “How's your new job going?”

“It’s good,” you said, tucking your hair behind her ear. You were relieved to be speaking about something simple. “There’s actually some talks about promotions coming up. I think I might have a chance.”

“That’s great!” Bucky acknowledged as he took a sip of his water. “Isn’t it, Steve?”

“Y-yeah, really great,” Steve replied. And it was. Really great. He was proud of you excelling at one of your dream jobs, just as he knew you would. Though he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he should have known all this already. He used to be one of the first people you told about this kind of stuff; the person you came to when you were happy, when you were sad, and everything in between. But all that had changed. And Steve didn’t like it one bit.

“You look good, Steve,” you stated, deciding to take the metaphorical plunge and be the first of them to properly initiate a conversation.

“You look tired,” Steve paled. Why had he said that? Well, you did look tired but work does that to you. He should’ve just returned the compliment but he panicked when your familiar eyes met his and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “In a good way. You look good. T-tired looks good on you.”

Thor and Sam looked at each other in exasperation at their friend’s verbal vomit and Tony grimaced behind his water glass.

Thankfully, you just laughed. But Steve wasn’t done with his ramblings.

“I should know. After all, I’ve seen you tired plenty of times before. All those late nights we spent together.”

Tony choked on his water.

“He means when we spent all those nights studying!” you explained, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“What else would I mean?” Steve questioned before continuing on. He was screaming at himself to stop but for some reason, the words just kept spilling out. “I just meant you look good. Beautiful, even.”

To shut himself up, Steve picked up his glass and downed several gulps of water. You looked frazzled, your eyes slightly wide. Natasha and Wanda glanced at each other desperately only to find the other with no idea how to move the conversation on. Bucky was looking around the restaurant, looking as though he wished he could be sitting at any table but theirs.

Thankfully, the silence was broken by Scott who came running in, slightly out of breath. “Sorry, I’m late.”

With cheeks red from the sting of the wind, he peeled off his coat and finally collapsed into his place at the table with a relieved sigh. Frowning slightly, he glanced around at the unusually quiet group.

“What did I miss?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #marvel imagine #have i forgotten how to tag things? yes #this is dumb and was written donkeys ago but i. wanted to post something

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naferty · 6 years

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It was a close vote! Thank you, everyone, for helping me decide! For Halloween, here is Peter’s first Halloween for the Stroganoff au!

“Who’s the cutest little pumpkin that I have ever seen? Is it you? Is it?”

Peter blinked up at him with a gummy smile and legs kicking, making Tony’s heart melt.

“That’s right, it’s you! Yes, it is,” Tony cooed, unable to help himself. His pup was inside a pumpkin costume. The black spots making up the carved eyes and mouth on his fluffed middle and a mushroom cap on his head with a green stem sticking out on top. Perhaps Tony was being biased, but no one could deny his kid was the cutest tyke around. Whoever said otherwise can fight him on it.

And today he was going to show the world.

Peter’s first Halloween, and by default, his first ever little holiday. Tony had been looking forward to this, having picked out his pup’s costume the moment stores began stocking their shelves with candy and illegal amounts of orange. Steve might have thought him silly for it but the alpha was just as guilty as he was, planning the day down to the T weeks prior.

Leave it to Steve to make sure everything was absolutely safe for his mate and child on this night where ghosts and spooks and really inappropriate firefighters wander the streets freely.

“How are my favorite vampire and pumpkin doing?”

Speak of the alpha. Steve was standing by the doorway with his tattered costume dangling on his person and wolf ears sticking up on the top of his head. On his hands were fur-covered gloves and on the ripped patches of the costume fake fur was sprouting. The fond smile the alpha was giving them was made ridiculous with the sharp canines peeking through his lips.

Tony grinned to reveal his own. “They’re doing great and are ready to get this going.”

“Buck and Nat are ready and waiting and Happy just arrived. I’ll grab the bag and meet you at the door.”

Tony turned back to Peter. “You hear that? Uncle Bucky and aunt Nat are here. Let’s go see them.” Through his excited wiggling, Tony managed to lift his pup up and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before heading to the front door.

Standing near it he found Bucky and Nat waiting. The pair was wearing matching ballerina costumes that appeared straight out of the Russian Nutcracker with a little dash of Halloween. Bones were painted over the limbs of the fabric and Tony barked out a laugh when he noticed them both sporting dark makeup around their eyes, making them look like raccoons.

“Bucky do your makeup for you?” He asked her. He’d seen it before and wouldn’t be surprised if she fell victim to it as well.

She shrugged with a smirk. “I figured if we do a matching costume I better go all out. He doesn’t have a career in makeup, but at least he’s consistent.”

“Yeah, he has the raccoon eyes down. No doubt I’ll go to him if I’m ever in the mood for shadow eyes.”

“He’s also right here and can hear you both just fine,” Bucky said with a wave. “Hand over my nephew. At least he doesn’t judge me.”

“Not yet anyway,” Tony obliged, carefully passing Peter over and preening when both alphas ‘aww’ at the image Peter created. Work well done if he said so himself.

“You ready for your first Halloween, Pete? Going to steal all the hearts around?” Bucky bounced the pup a little.

“Pretty sure you’re not going to get him back at the end of the night,” Natasha commented as she made faces at the pup, who gave her his adorable gummy smile and wiggled his arms against Bucky’s chest.

Steve chose that moment to appear. The baby bag hanging on his shoulder. “We better damn well get him back at the end of the night. Heads will roll if not.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re head alpha. Intimidate and glare and growl. No one is taking him away, you punk,” Bucky was first out the door, followed closely by the rest. As stated, Happy was waiting for them, but surprisingly so was Jarvis. The elderly alpha had on his classic suit but for the festive spirit, he also wore a witch hat as well.

Tony had not been expecting to see the alpha for that night. “I thought you were going to spend the evening handing candy out to the kids.”

“I had planned to, yes,” Jarvis nodded, “but Master Rogers asked me here to help.”

“I also asked if you could stop calling me ‘Master Rogers’ but you continue to be stubborn about it.” Jarvis hadn’t even attempted to appear innocent, making Steve snort. “I thought maybe it’d be nice to have him help when Peter gets tired. Have fun with friends with no worries and Jarvis gets to spend time with the pup.”

“Which I will happily do so.”

“If you’re sure, Jarvis. I don’t want to ruin your night.” Tony hated being a nuisance to his old caregiver, especially when his old bones weren’t what they used to be.

“Nonsense.” The elderly alpha opened the door of the black limo for them, successfully taking half of Happy’s job for the night. Not one to be outdone, Happy offered the infant car seat to them as Tony and Natasha were first to pile in.

Peter was safely buckled in and the rest of them got comfortable in their seats with Jarvis taking passenger side up front and Happy driving. The ride to Rhodey and Carol’s place was short. The two-story building standing tall and proud with spider webbing and spooky ghosts floating on the walls and doors and pumpkins decorating the edges of the house. Tony had to admire the pair’s work as they walked up to the front door. Even little tombstones were set up to lead their way to the party.

A knock on the door and it was Rhodey who welcomed them. His costume consisting of white wrappings around his face, neck, and arms in a very poor attempt of a mummy.

“You didn’t even try!” Tony felt betrayed, nonetheless going for a hug.

“Hey, I had to plan and get everything for this party,” Rhodey happily returned it, “I wasn’t going to let Carol anywhere near the decorations. They’d go missing. Didn’t get enough time to search for a costume.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll let you off the hook.”

“And I’ll forgive you for being late to my party.”

“Fashionably late.”

“No difference. All of you get in here. Everyone’s been waiting to see the star of the night.”

Rhodey waved them inside, welcoming and offering drinks to Happy waiting inside the limo, who kindly declined. The driver bid a quick goodbye and told them he’d be around the neighborhood to pick them up later.

“Jarvis, good to see you,” Rhodey offered a hand.

“Likewise, Master Rhodes,” Jarvis kindly shook it. “Anywhere, in particular, you want me?”

“Besides over with the others and having fun hopefully?”

“The night is still young. We will see.”

“I’ll take it. Come on, this way.” Rhodey led them down inside to where a large majority was gathered. They turned the corner just in time to see Clint yank his head up from a basin full of water just outside the window and everyone clapping in joy for him. In his mouth was an apple that he was trying to grin around.

Rhodey chose the moment everyone’s laughter and clapping died down to announce their presence. “Guess who’s finally here!”

Everyone and their mother lifted a drink in a cheer for them.

“About time!” In much Van Dyne Fashion, Jan came barreling down, pushing anyone else trying to reach them first out of the way. Her sparkling fairy wings helping along by attacking them all with glitter. “I’ve been waiting forever to see this little guy again.”

“Jan you just saw him yesterday,” Tony said fondly. Peter blinked at them from his arms.

“Feels like forever.”

Carol soon joined them. Cat ears sticking up from her blonde hair. “Trying to keep him away from us? We know your tricks.”

“As if we could. Both of you will break the door down while Pepper called the repairmen at the same time.”

“Aww, aren’t you the cutest little pumpkin I ever did see,” Jan cooed at the pup, squeaking when Peter chose that moment to sneeze. Carol was not far in joining her in the cooing. In fact, once everyone made sure they weren’t holding drinks or their costumes didn’t have sharp points, they began migrating over to their area to fawn over the pup.

Among them was Clint with wet hair from his bobbing for apples adventure and a penguin onesie. Sam was wearing a similar onesie that was of a giraffe and, as if they had planned a trio, Bruce was also wearing a onesie and was a proud turtle among the spooks. Thor, with his golden mane and his nose painted dark, appeared very much of the cowardly lion and Jane stood next to him to as Dorothy. A sulking Loki was the tin man and had probably been nagged to join in the festivities by his brother and there hiding behind a sofa was Hank in all his glorious lack of costume self.

Somewhere in the corner was a brooding Nick Fury with Maria Hill. Both wearing wizard hats. An odd sight for bosses to create. They were probably coerced into coming by Carol, most likely. Tony’s own boss, Pepper, with her bright red outfit representing little red riding hood, was making her way along with the others. Tony’s dearest friend May and her husband Ben were with her and May looked ready to take anyone stopping her from reaching her goal down.

Together they all created a sea of smiles as they stampeded their way towards them. Plenty of smiles. A lot of smiles, and not a single one aimed at him or at Steve. No, they were all meant for one tiny person and Tony wouldn’t have it any other way.

He had to back up a little when they all gathered around him. A bit overwhelmed and fearing they might accidentally push him down. Steve’s steady hand on his back helped him remain steady. In his arms, Peter was bombarded with ‘hello’s’ and kisses and so much attention Tony was surprised the pup didn’t immediately get fussy from so much stimulation. In fact, Peter basked in it and seemed to happily suck up everything they gave him with little trouble. His arms and legs waving excitedly before freezing in place when a new face came forward only to continue all over again when they began making funny faces. All the while Tony preened as they complimented Peter’s appearance and looks.

He had to admit. He and Steve made a pretty cute kid.

“Get the feeling you won’t be getting your mate and pup back for a while,” Bucky said to Steve. In his hand was a drink he managed to snatch while everyone stampeded over.

“From the preening I see, I don’t think he minds it one bit,” Natasha said through the sip of her drink. “Showing them off, Steve?”

“Can’t a fella be proud?” Sometime during the mobbing, Steve ended up being pushed back, leaving Tony to fend for himself. Steve wasn’t worried. He knew their friends were careful and he trusted them. It was probably why he wasn’t growling for them all to get back.

Nat had to give it to him. “Guess he can. I’d be proud, too.”

“Come on, Punk. Bet I can still beat you at bobbing for apples,” Bucky challenged, chugging his drink down in one go before racing to the basin.

“As if!” Steve scoffed and chased after him.

#text post #long text post #naferty writes #a/b/o dynamics #stony #stevetony #some buckynat and winterwidow #omega tony stark #alpha steve rogers #past mpreg #small halloween ficlet #stroganoff au

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supersoldierfreak · 6 years

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Take It Or Leave It - Part 10

Hey babes!

Once again, I want to thank everyone so much for all the support you have given me throughout this process of writing TIOLI and I know I haven’t updatedany of my stories in forever. This is because one, this is a side hobby for me and two, I’ve been incredibly busy with school, exams, family stuff so it’s been a but hectic so thanks for bearing with me and I love you all!!

You pulled yourself out of bed, which in itself was probably the hardest thing you were going to do today. Suddenly hearing the bed move you turned around quickly only to realise that you had fallen asleep in Tony’s room and he was just reaching out for where you had been. Careful not to wake him, you gathered your shoes from the floor and crept out the door so you could take a nice long shower to refresh yourself and wake up.

Blow-drying your hair was quick for once which meant you compensated by spending overly long deciding what to wear for the day of gala outfit shopping ahead. Settling on a nice pair of jeans and a cute top, you applied natural makeup and did your hair into a casual loose updo. The nude sandal-like heels completed the outfit with your matching colour bag.

You knocked three times on the girl’s door and you waited for her to open up. Groggily, Wanda opened her door and took your appearance in.

“Hey, girl.” You slipped past her and into her room. “There’s a company gala fundraiser on Monday night which doubles as a party to welcome people from our sister firm in Cali over and its tradition that I buy a new outfit each year. Wanna come shopping?”

The brunette seemed to snap to attention with a smile. “Shopping is like my cardio so give me a minute.” She flung open the doors to her wardrobe. “What look are we going for?”

“Smart casual; it’s fancy shopping and Harvey gave me his card.”

Wanda picked a burgundy long sleeve dress off the rail and spun to you. “Are we inviting Nat?”

“No need I heard shopping and I was already here.” Nat walked into the room smug.

You grinned. “Perfect! Now speedy changing I want to avoid the hoards of people.”

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“Final store before lunch, girls?” Nat spun to look at you as she walked into the store first.

“Definitely; I’m starving.” You hummed in agreement to Wanda’s reply as you immersed into the first set of rails.

Moving on, you made your way into the long floor length dresses. Reds, blues, greys, greens and almost every colour in between. Sticking to the pattern, you would pick up two options for yourself and than one for the others as they did the same. Nabbing a cute pair of earrings, you made your way to the changing room to meet Wanda and Natasha. On the third dress you just stood in the mirror looking at yourself and smoothing down the soft fabric and twisting side to side to see every angle.

“You alright in there Y/N?”

“Why yes, yes I am.”

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“Here we have the Avengers Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff seen with a mystery woman apparently shopping in high end boutiques earlier today. The trio were seen to be laughing in almost all cases and also had lunch together in Il Paradiso del Cibo. The woman has reportedly been seen entering and leaving the Avengers Tower numerous times in the last few weeks and furthermore sources have said that she is an attorney for the group of heroes, who is employed in a high end law firm: Hughes and Wood. Thank you all for watching the 6 o’clock news. Now onto Sarah for the weather report today.”

You groaned and switched off the TV. Great, now you were going to be hounded by paparazzi every time you went anywhere, you probably won’t even be able to go to work anymore normally.

The following morning you were up early and ready for the day before most of the Avengers had woken up, just Sam and T'Challa greeting you in the kitchen as you walked through on your way to the firm. As you had expected, you were hounded by reporters and photographers and journalists and cameras as they tried to get a glimpse of the latest Avengers Saga character. Although you would definitely deny it later you had almost ran into the firm where the security guards stepped in and prevented all of them from entering the building.

"Y/N? You're here early!" The receptionist said, surprised.

You laughed. "Can you blame me? I was trying to avoid the hoards but I don't think that worked out so well in all honesty."

"Really? What makes you think that?" She teased.

"Thank you, Clara." You smiled. "Any post for Harvey or me?"

Clara winked as she handed over a small pile. "That's for Harvey." She then gave you a slightly larger pile with a large box. "And this is for you. Have a nice day!"

You walked into the elevator. "You too!"

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The gala was in full swing below, lawyers and clients mingling alike and there were some people that you didn’t know and you presumed they were from the sister firm in Cali. Smiling, you looked up at Harvey next to you and straightened his bow tie. Smoothing out your new gown - which complimented your figure perfectly, what with it backless and having a plunging neckline - you accepted the man’s waiting arm and walked out into the room. Your shoes which had been a gift from Harvey clicked against the floor as you surveyed the scene. The pair of you descended the staircase, a silent hush filling the loud space. You took a deep breath, unsure of whether to be flattered or to feel awkward. Allanah stood at the bottom, waiting to greet you and as you reached her, the room went back to normal.

“You both scrub up nicely.” The woman commented, her eyes drawn to where your arm was linked with Harvey’s.

“Well, I was told we had to impress Sunshine State’s visitors.” You smirked as you accepted a glass of champagne from a waitress, and one for Harvey.

Allanah gave you a stern look. “In any respectable way without causing any trouble.”

You pouted. “Me? Cause trouble? I have no idea what you mean.”

Harvey grinned before steering you away to greet clients and engage in idle small talk.

“How come they like me more than you?” Harvey complained as he ordered you drinks at the bar. You had been going around and as Harvey said, the clients had been much more friendly and open with you than him despite being his clients.

You rolled your eyes. “Because I don’t treat them like clients, Harvey, I treat them as if they all individually mater as acquaintances.” You took a sip. “Probably helps that I actually get to know them on a personal level.”

Harvey scoffed. “Oh come on, who wouldn’t want to be friends with me?”

“Anyone who can see your insatiable ego.”

“That’s bullshit.” Harvey objected. “And no way do you know all my clients on a personal level!”

You laughed happily and put an arm around his torso. “Pick any one of your clients.”

Harvey smirked before placing an arm around your shoulder. “Arnold Johnson.”

“Go and ask him about Anna, his oldest daughter who’s currently at UCLA doing marine biology, and Justin who’s recently gotten a sports scholarship whilst he’s still a Junior in high school.”

Harvey smirked as if he’d won the jackpot and sauntered off into the crowd after placing a kiss to your cheek. You discreetly checked your phone and ordered another drink.

Lord knows you’ll need it.

Happily, you watched as everyone mingled before a certain Redhead cake up to you.

“You look stunning.” Natasha checked you out as she shipped on her champagne.

“Oh please, you look like you came straight off a runway.” You embraced her and pulled away as Harvey back dejected. “First off, I told you so. Secondly, Harvey, this is Natasha Romanoff. Nat, this is Harvey Scott."

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Harvey shook Natasha’s hand as her eyes flicked over his form.

"Harvey! It's been so long! How are you?" A tall blonde woman came clacking up to your group and wrestled Harvey into a hug.

"Zara Williams. Help!" Harvey mouthed at you much to your new annoyance and amusement.

You slid into his side and caused Zara to release him. "Harvey hun, who's this?"

He pulled you close by your waist. "Y/N this is Zara Williams, and Zara, this is Y/N L/N and my girlfriend." He pressed a kiss to your temple causing a cute blush to cover your cheeks.

Natasha's eyes widened almost unnoticeably.

"Pleasure." Zara looked like she'd swallow a pint of lemon juice.

You smiled sweetly. "Oh, I'm sure the pleasure's all mine."

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shitandfics · 5 years

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To the future: Captain America alternative arc

Warning: angst, mention of depression, death.

I wrote this many months before Endgame. I had no idea they would screw up that big. So, here an alternative ending to our favorite Avenger and best friendship and love story they ever told.

Sumary: After Steve's death, the Avengers aren't the same. They are falling apart and in need of a true leader. What happens when the America's hero is no longer among us?

Steve was buried with military honors, which would make him uncomfortable. After all, he left the government, turned his back to SHIELD, fought UN, was a fugitive, a man fighting his own battle to protect his oldest friend and the whole world. Steve was a man with his own moral compass and no one could stop him from doing what was right.

A memorial was constructed to honor him, his doings, his legacy. Everyone need to remember the man he was, the man he wanted to be and how important is to do the right thing even when it demands the sacrifice of your own life. Steve died fighting for humanity.

Bucky chewed this guilty for good amount of time. He felt since they were kids he needed to protect Steve from the evils of this world. Aahhh…sweet and stubborn boy who used to pick up fights in alleys, who used to get his ass kicked. Sarah asked him to protect his son from himself. But Bucky couldn't do that. He broke his vows twice now. So he recluded himself, hidden in an almost inhospitable place.

All the Avengers mourned Steve's death. Sam and Natasha didn't speak with Tony for a whole year. Part of this disgrace was on him. Tony knew that too. They needed to be together now more than never. Not because Earth was facing another deadly threat but because they were The Avengers. People need them more than they think. But without Steve, everything was… loose.

Every time Nick put them in a room together, they fought. Infinity arguing. One day, Nat punched Happy in the face. Maria tried everything but they were sloppy in missions, unreliable when teaming up. The Avengers were a big failure now. They needed someone who could do what Steve did but nobody in that room was fit for the job.

Tony was aware of the issues. He knew the team wasn't working out anymore because they didn't have a true leader. There was just one person on this planet who could wear Captain America's mantle and he was nowhere near to be found.

Stark Industries started to finance more Harvard and MIT kids who developed super high tech GPS. Of course, he approved the boldest ones: illegally hacking on satellites. That was the way he found Bucky living a hut in Syberia amongst wolf-like animals. So, he sent Nat and Sam to do the talking. It was their last shot.

Bucky didn't hide just because he was feeling guilty but, mainly, because if he failed protecting and saving his best friend, the most important person of his life, he wasn't worthy. He was dangerous to people, toxic, not to mention he didn't know if the reprogramming T'challa did would work in case of Hydra try to get him again. He lived in peace for 8 months until his friends knocked on his door. He was surprised he managed to live by his own for such long time considering Stark had money, IQ and all the best technology and gadgets of the entire world in an arm length.

"Un soldat" Nat greeted.

"I'm not this anymore" he replied with a deep voice. Liberating the door allowing them to come in.

"Thanks, God! You know English" Sam joked with no humor in his voice.

"People are finally enjoying an era free of imminent enemies and you come to pick up the monster?" Bucky fired.

"Actually, we need a hero. Someone who understands the darkest parts of a human mind and yet try to do good in this world, James" Nat confessed.

"I'm no hero. Steve is dead because he was a true hero and tried to save the world. He always did that and look what it caused to him". Bucky couldn't hide the pain in his voice.

"On the other hand, I was once the villain, the face people feared the most" he continued, looking to the fireplace, incapable of staring at his friends.

"The Avengers are no longer friends. We're bunch of freaks trying to work together. But people need us. That's why Fury created this group of people with unique abilities, capable of doing what no one else can" she said. Stevie face crossed her mind, making it difficult to speak.

"Dude, listen up. I'm not ya friend, ya know? But Steve loved ya crazy ass, he did everything he could to protect you and I joined him cuz I believed in him" Sam spoke. "I mean, if he believe you were worth to put up a fight against the world, you're enough to do the job" he continued. Sam had a point. Steve believed in Bucky. Maybe he should believe in himself.

"Bucky, Sam is right". Nat used her soft voice.

"Tony is not reliable as a leader. He never was. He snapped when Steve died. He fell into deep depression, resentment. Sometimes seems he's not even there, just a shell. Pepper is worried about his mental health" she told him the truth.

"I'm the former Winter Soldier. Nobody is gonna trust me. I've never been a leader. I followed orders for 70 years. I don't remember how to make choices" he screamed.

"Believe in yourself as much as Steve did. Come back with us. Cuz my black ass is freezing in this goddamn place" Sam sassied. His sarcastic self was unfreezing. Pun intended.

Convincing Bucky to go back to the civilization, to meet everyone was their toughest mission so far. He promised to try to work with them as a team, to be what Steve saw in him since they found each other back.

Life gave and took Steve from Bucky many times but this time it is forever and the weight of it wasn't helping them to find a common ground. Guilty was eating them alive.

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It wasn't easy to step inside that damn building with so much memories made there.

"Welcome back, Sgt Barnes" Maria greeted him at the front door.

"Hi, Agent Hill" he greeted her. His voice was low, shy.

"I know how difficult it is to you after what we've done and that's the last place you wanted to be in. But we need you, James. You were once a man fighting in the right side. Do it again. If not for us, do it for Steve" she almost begged. Maria left before he could answer her.

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When Bucky stepped inside the room, everyone was there. Tony was standing at the end of the giant glass table, looking straight at him with a blank face. He was skinnier, sporting dark circles under his eyes; the definition of looking exhausted.

"Mr. Barnes, I believe it belongs to you now" he pointed to the center of the table. That was the first time the saw the shield there.

"Excuse me? It belongs to Steve. Always did. Your father made it for him. But now he's dead" Bucky raised his voice, almost screaming. Anger making his blood boils.

Tony breathed heavily. "You are right" he said and everybody stopped to pay attention to the conversation. No even a fly dared to make a sound. "My father made this shield for him. Howard Stark himself paid for this piece of vibranium. The rarest and only sample of this metal in his time. He loved the man". His eyes fell to the object placed between them with melancholy. He contoured the table, grabbed the uniform and offered to him. "Seems I screwed up the legacy. As a way to make things even, I think it should stay with the closest and most important person of Steve's life: you".

People blinked in shock. Nobody expected this. Bucky was in the lack of words.

"I think you should accept it" Nat said, breaking the awkward silence that fell upon them. Both men looked at her.

"I believe Steve would be glad to have his best friend wearing the uniform" declared Clint. He was standing on a dark corner of the room.

That's how Bucky became the new Captain America. He had much to live up to honor Steve and his legacy. At first, people were skeptical of the former highly trained HYDRA assassin aka Winter Soldier fighting at the right side. But time always reveals the truth.

Bucky started to feel more like his old self, the Brooklyn boy who saved his friend many times, who flirted with pretty girls and loved technology. Sam and Nat became inseparable, always joining Bucky on missions. "The Golden trio" people called them. Even a spark of romance started between Nat and him.

"So, where are we going, Nat?" He asked.

"To the future" she replied. Bucky recognized the line and froze. He said it to Steve in the 40's. Last time, he lost someone he loved and went through hell. But future also brought great things. A warm feeling started to grow inside him and spread through his chest. "Future is bright" he thought, a smile widening on his beautiful, untouched by time face.

#captain america #steve x bucky #fanfic #alternative ending #endgame #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years

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Chocolate Fondue

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), side of Bruclintasha (Bruce x Natasha x Clint) and WinterFalcon (Bucky x Sam), MCU

summary: Some things are stronger than super soldiers. Whenever Steve hears the word 'fondue', Tony has to find a seemingly secluded place for some private time.

length: 1 549 words

a/n: inspired by this prompt! hope you like it ;D reblogs, comments and likes are needed and welcomed!

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Chocolate Fondue

"- And then I found him away from the battlefield, holding in his massive hands a little bird nest with eggs inside, mother bird circling above them! He ran off to protect the birds!"

There was a lot of friendly laughter, and a brightly blushing Bruce, as half of the Avengers team gathered around the table in Nat's apartment. All team members had their home in the Avengers Tower, but sometimes everyone needed some privacy, and most of the team had their second home somewhere else like Clint had his farmhouse, Steve his Brooklyn apartment and flat in Washington, while Tony had his Malibu house and numerous other houses. Turned out that Natasha was renting a flat in Manhattan, something she kept hidden quite well, only letting her two lovers on the secret.

"Didn't know you were such a bird lover, Bruce," Tony teased, popping in his mouth a cherry tomato from the salad. Earlier today, he and Steve bumped into Bruce, Clint, and Natasha during shopping and the trio, invited them over for dinner. It was a nice gesture and they happily agreed.

"What can I say, the big guy looks out for the little guys," Bruce replied with a friendly smile, and Natasha affectionately stroked his cheek, something she avoided in public or even in the Tower, but did freely in the comforts of her own house.

"Looks who is talking, remember when you stopped in the middle of the mission to move that grand piano away from the falling rubble?" Steve asked, pointing his question at Tony.

"It was a Louis XV Baroque Style Grand piano! It was an antique" Tony justified himself and the laughter filled the room anew.

"Okay, guys, chocolate cake got burnt, so we are going with an easier option," Clint showed in the doorstep, balancing plates on his head and a platter of freshly cut fruits in one hand, while in the other he was holding some metal cylinder with metal wires and colorful handles sticking out from the inside. Growing up in a circus proved to be useful in housework.

"So, what is the easier option?" Tony asked while Natasha and Bruce started to make room on the table. He didn't notice how stiff and blushing Steve became, already smelling it.

Clint put all the utensils on the empty table and arranged them neatly around the cylinder.

"Chocolate fondue."

The change was sudden and almost hilarious if it wasn't so darn confusing. Steve turned as red as a tomato and looked away and at the ceiling. Tony gargled, and tugged on his collar nervously, showing a bright blush making its way up his neck, and swallowed loud and heavy.

"Ummm…" Tony started, noticing the confused looks from their friends. "We- we, sorry, I remembered I have a meeting now, we gotta run, sorry again, everything was delicious, bye!" Tony rambled in one breath, taking Steve's hand and basically sprinting out of the apartment, door slamming behind them.

"Okay, that was weird," Natasha raised one eyebrow up, not understanding.

"Mhhmmm," Clint muttered, already chewing a marshmallow dipped in chocolate, "they always were weird," he summed up, feeding Bruce a piece of chocolate covered banana. Well, more chocolate for them.

Tony and Steve sprinted down the staircase, Steve still blushing and with zipped lips, almost as if angered, while Tony was running behind him, giggling madly. He only protested when Steve used too much force and almost ripped out the car door.

"Hey!" Tony went to yell at such brutal treatment of his beloved orange Audi, but giggled again when he was pushed into the back seat, door closing, this time gentler, as soon as Steve got inside.

There was no time for talking, and frankly speaking, no need and Steve was already having his hands all over Tony, groping and kissing and biting and pulling down on his jacket.

"Gahd," Tony laughed, feeling too many kisses and too fast, but somehow delighted by such turn of events. "We really need to break you from this," he giggled. Somehow Steve was conditioned to associate the word 'fondue' with 'make out time' and he couldn't help wanting to get into Tony's pants each time he saw or heard it. The smell of melted chocolate wasn't helping either.

Steve breathed heavily and drew away from Tony's neck, that had splashes of red, irritated skin from the hard, dizzying kisses. Those would leave a mark Tony would proudly display in the upcoming days. Next came the shirt, Steve didn't take the time to unbutton and basically ripped the material off of his own chest, something that made Tony's eyes wide and his breath stop when he was face to face with those impressive pectoral muscles. With Tony, it was easier, and Steve yanked his shirt up and pulled above his head, Tony eagerly helping and raising arms up.

"Keep them like this," Steve ordered in a hot whisper, and it was the shock that he said first words since they both left the apartment, that made Tony stay still. Straight and with hands above his head, the shirt crumpled around his elbows. Steve slid his gaze lower and looked at Tony's chest, embellished with a round scar in the middle, the reminder of where once the arc reactor was, and lower, and the wide rib cage that seemed more pronounced with Tony's arms stretched, and the stomach Steve adored so much, soft and warm and inviting, but with a subtle outline of abdominal muscles. Too appetizing.

"Hmp!" Tony twisted his fingers when Steve pressed his warm palm to his chest and slid all the way down to his pant line, initiating a warm up. His breath quickened and he panted softly at the caress. "You know… If you could control yourself better we could go back home first and then you could cover me in chocolate and have a proper dessert..."

Steve's eyes darkened at the image appearing in his head. At the chest covered in chocolate, and Tony's stiff nipples, dark and sweet, like two cherries, ready to nibble and suck. The chocolate dripping and spreading between the ribs, and his tongue licking off the sweetness. Dark, glossy pool in the middle of the stomach, some chocolate staying around Tony's outie belly button and Steve's mouth pressing on top, sucking and licking, and Tony twisting and writhing under him, overwhelmed and whimpering and giggling. And that would be just the start. He could wait and have all this, or be satisfied with what he was offered here and now.

Licking his lips, Steve sunk down, gently nibbling and licking, enjoying every hot breath and whimpered out a giggle, claiming every inch of Tony for himself. After all, there was always seconds. Tony was only grateful, that the car had tinted glasses, yet the steady rocking would give them away later on.

Back in the apartment, Bruce and Nat were cleaning after dinner and washing the dishes together, while Clint was on the phone, way too pleased with his discovery.

"- I am telling you, man, it was hilarious! They started running like Coulson that one time I accidentally shot an arrow into his left butt cheek!"

"Mmmm. You sure it was because of that? Because I know Steve and it doesn't sound like to not be able to not control himself."

"No, no, no, I am positive! Besides, guess what? They didn't even go back to the Tower! The car is still standing here! And even from here I can see it is rocking---"

"OKAY, I don't need to know that!"

"Chocolate fondue, man! Invite them for dinner, serve them that, and enjoy the show! You will thank me later!"

Clint hung up and Bucky was left with a phone in his hand, looking at it with a thoughtful expression. Fondue, huh?

"Hey, Sam!" he called into the apartment, "you know who we didn't see in a while? Steve and Tony. How about a double date?"

"Double date?" Sam walked out of the adjoined kitchen and draped himself over his boyfriend's back. "I thought you don't like double dates, especially with them," he pointed out with a smirk. In contrary to them, Steve and Tony were always obnoxiously over themselves in public places, just like horny teenagers, nothing like the mature and sophisticated relationship Sam and Bucky had.

"I know, but I was thinking we can invite them over here. Have some nice dinner, chat, show them what a great cook you are," Bucky coaxed, putting his head under Sam's chin in an affectionate manner.

"If that's what you want," Sam agreed, "I will plan the menu and you can call them. And will think of the dessert, maybe some meringue -"

"Actually," Bucky interrupted, "I was thinking about chocolate fondue."

"You eat too much chocolate, James," Sam smiled, not surprised at all that Bucky chose this dessert.

"I know, but I want to see it," Bucky said, sounding a little mischievous.

"See what?"

"See - what a great job you will do!"

"Uh-uh. Okay then," Sam half believed his boyfriend and moved away to compare if what they had in the fridge matched with his dinner plan.

Bucky just rubbed his hands together. If what Clint said was true, they would be up for a nice show.

#tony stark #steve rogers #stony #superhusbands #stevetony #bruclintasha #winterfalcon #bruce banner #clint barton #natasha romanoff #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #fanfic #fanfiction #i guess this is anoter #tickle fic #if you squint your eyes at it #very subtle tickling ;D

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braywashed · 5 years

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okay things i have a lot of feelings about both good and sad and bad off the top of my head because everything is very whaaaat right now:

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THE GOSH DARN MOVIE STARTING WITH CLINT, ASSHOLES

thor just fucking beheading thanos fucking yes gore bitch

hulk bringing regular sized man more tacos idk it was just cute

KORG

“HAIL HYDRA” STEVE I HAVE NEVER LOVED YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT FUCKIN PLAY MY DUDE I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THAT SEQUENCE FOR BEING SO MUCH MORE THAN A HALF ASSED RERUN OF THE FIRST MOVIE

and then CAPT VS CAPT / “that IS america’s ass”

AFOREMENTIONED JAMES D’ARCY AS JARVIS CAMEO though it raises some questions about enver gjokaj as sousa/that cop in avengers 1 again

also tony getting to talk to his dad was nice. really everything with tony was nice like i know he was played out but this was a good solid fucking well rounded character arc and a good out.

clint & nat fighting it out for who was gonna die like lmao predictable but the content i come here for let’s be real

everything rocket did while existing was good

nebula kind of being the key to things fucking up was a good twist honestly

wanda’s ‘you will’ moment was just fucking badass as fucking shit dude idk

the fuckin hammer moment my GOD suddenly age of ultron has value just for that fuckin payoff

just, in general, a character like ant man meaning something

also just the fact that capt/iron man/thor were the trio mostly fending off thanos since they were the original three going at it in avengers 1, again, nice call back

ANYWAY THIS BEING THE ONE SCENARIO WHERE THEY WON. CRAZY. ALMOST LIKE THEY SAID THAT STRAIGHT UP IN INFINITY WAR AND YET EVERYONE FLIPPED THEIR SHIT AND BLAMED QUILL FOR RUINING EVERYTHING AS THOUGHT IT WASN’T EXACTLY WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN HUH HUH???? HUH????? *glaring at fandoms*

*SOBBING NOISES*

tony with his daughter and him making the decision knowing fucking with time might save everyone else but cost him what he’s made with his family, even if that didn’t end up being the case

realizing where nat and clint were going.... lmao.... no fuck you

thor and frigga =((( love me some dead mama drama =(((

back to clint and nat uh lmao that super dramatically backlit head to head moment fucking kill me he should’ve never had a wife and a farm i will die by this sword if there’s one moment i should’ve had a stupid kiss it was this moment fuck my life

the second peter swung in to tony at the end... NOT AGAIN NO

sam getting the shield WEHHHHH

the signed credits of the og squad... wehhHHHHHHHHH

THE ---

half the population seemed more like 90% of the population with how fuckin desolate they made it seem in half those shots holy shit it was like 28 days later up that earth.

hulk looked really small. like really small.

i saw a couple effects/continuity in shot issues. nothing huge.

again nothing important but we had a mention of ronan in a movie ronin was in and man what a common name in this universe, even if clint was never officially called it himself.

“eat a salad” yeah, we get it, he’s fat and it looked silly. “take a bath” would’ve been funnier and more mom-like and... possibly less adr’d in sounding while we’re at it.

the girl power moment should’ve been cool but frankly i’d rather they just had more individual ass kicking moments than one shot where them being together in the midst of a massive battle field made no real sense and meant nothing.

oh yeah, great ‘first openly gay character’ too. like, really?

everyone kind of just showing up was great but also like damn they organized and bamfed across the world fast like how the fuck did they all know.

the steve ending was... i don’t know. i get it. it pulls the heart strings. i do *like it*. but i also feel like it goes a lot against what he’s done, and i don’t get how he can just happily live in an alternate universe knowing what could happen. it also pretty much went against every line of logic they used for the time travel? which is kind of a big problem?

ANYWAY i’m definitely forgetting A LOT but

very good movie very pleasantly surprised with some things i thought weren’t gonna be great when they started happening but ended up being gr8 (like the whole second time travel act). much emotions much watery eyes. may see again.

#sam watches a movie #sam talks endgame spoilers shhh

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littlethingwithfeathers · 5 years

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Writing update 7-22-19

Publishing now!

The Girl in the Garden (Complete!): a post-Endgame fix-it fic for my series “Friendship is Unnecessary.”

It’s finished! It’s finished! You can all come out now! The angst is over! It’s safe to read it! <3

Seriously... thank you to all of you who read, commented, and cheerleaded me on this one. I’ll be honest... I second-guessed myself a lot as I was writing it just because I was curious if my “fix” would be satisfying. But seeing everyone’s reactions just gave me such a confidence boost. So thank you!

Even though this is the final fic of the story, there is definitely more to come for this series. Keep your eyes peeled August 5!

Excerpt:

Despite their disparate and in some ways downright antithetical upbringings, the trio took to life on their little farm as if they had been born to it. A month's worth of days had wicked away into all sorts of mundanities and they had hardly seemed to notice. Or even be truly bothered by their sudden change of scenery and scope. Where it had been missions and world issues and equipment requisitions, now it was dishes, and laundry, and yard work. The gutters had needed cleaning before the autumn storm season, and the kitchen faucet had started leaking after about a week. There was a shed that needed clearing out and garden beds that needed weeding. And Bucky kept staring at one corner of the field in a way that made it clear to Natasha and Steve that they could probably expect to be housing goats by this time next year.

All simple problems with simple solutions. Days were spent engaged in comfortable domesticity. Chores shared and meals taken together. They were outside when the weather was nice, especially for coffee in the morning. And evenings were lost to binging reality TV that served as little more than background noise to their quiet intimacy.

Except when they watched "The Great British Bake-off." No one was allowed to talk or distract Natasha while that was on.

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Other “Friendship is Unnecessary” fics at various stages:

Stolen Season: Steve/Natasha vignettes during Endgame’s five year jump. I thought I would do a set of scenes, some sexy some not, of how we get from Steve and Natasha working together at the end of IW, to them halfway living apart at the end of the five year jump. It also covers some of the hunt for Ronin!Clint, Steve taking up the mantle of group therapist, and Natasha stepping into a role as a sort of hybrid of Cap and Nick Fury. Definitely a trip to angsty-town, but I promise to fix it in the end. The rough draft is FINISHED and being edited, and the word count currently sits at over 26k. I plan to start publishing August 5.

But Most of All Because They Offend Thee: Based off this post. Probably just short, upbeat, porny little one-shot of Nat being a shit and teasing Steve. Because honestly… this series needs some levity.

One of Those Things (Prologue): Since I’ve written this beast of a series completely out of order, and thus all my author notes are VERY confusing, I thought I’d put a short prologue on the front. Just a couple of short scenes to plant some seeds and give an actual starting place to this whole sprawling, intertwining mess, but also to give me a chance to address new readers so my forewords on the rest of the fics don’t seem weird. I’ve got a little more than a thousand words written on it which is probably about a third to half way.

Untitled Pre-War Steve/Bucky and Pre-Avengers Phil/Clint/Natasha: Partially a request from @crazyevildru that I’m toying with. Probably a flashback or a memory. This series really does need more Steve/Bucky, and I feel bad about it. I’m thinking of also adding a prequel/flashback of Clint/Phil/Natasha as well… maybe have the whole thing be a discussion over dinner.

Sweet and Honorable (Title pending): Set post Civil War. Bucky insists on coming with Sam and Natasha to rescue Steve when he gets captured. This is starting to take shape in my head as a sort of work through for some of the issues that get raised in “Echo in my Soul.”

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Other works coming soon!

Intercalation: A Ulana/Boris/Valery fix-it fic for HBO’s Chernobyl. 39k words and counting. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. Odds are good that this will be the next big thing coming after “Stolen Season.” And it’s looking to be very big. Nine full chapters and an epilogue. 50-60k words is a rough estimate, so I’m just past the halfway point? It’s tough to say because I’m writing it very piece-meal. It’s... challenging. An arc studded with flashbacks that all pertain to character stuff... actual honest to goodness physics lectures...

Hymn of Acxiom: Scarlet/Vision. I��m really just toying with an idea so don’t get too excited. It would be post Endgame, with Wanda helping a newly reconstructed Vision who has no memories and no personality without the Mind Stone to network all the pieces and facets of his personality. Again… I make no promises… but I have an idea.

A Maelstrom Whirls Below: I’m toying with the possibility of a sequel to my Darcy/Eddie/Venom fic “A Room for Rent in the Fourth Estate.” A rough outline is in place, and I’m starting to sketch around on a few scenes. But right now it’s just some ideas and a few zippy one-liners. It’s starting to get some traction though! Likely won’t start work in earnest until all this Endgame fix-it stuff is done, but I’m definitely letting it percolate.

Hang By Every Word: The outline for my Stucky fic is still coming along but it will be awhile yet before I start writing on it in earnest. The basic theme (and I’m sure this has been done, but fuck it) is the undoing of Bucky’s conditioning one trigger word at a time. And each trigger word locked down a memory that HYDRA deemed integral to Bucky’s personality. And of course… they all involve Steve. So I have to write things from Steve’s point of view, and all ten memories have to be written from Bucky’s point of view, and they have to tie together into a cohesive narrative. The memories are out of order, but Steve’s timeline isn’t and… It’s a challenge. I’m still largely in the brainstorming phase… writing little snippets here and there. Nothing’s solidly taking form just yet. Again… just letting it percolate.

Untitled Sarge/Melinda May fic: I know. I KNOW! Don’t give me that look. You’re watching the same show I am and you’re seeing what I’m seeing. This shit writes itself. I’ve been sketching on a few things, but I’ll probably wait until this season wraps up before I start planning in earnest. There will likely be some canon divergence, but I want to know if I’ve got to just wiggle the canon around a little or just do a full table-flip.

#Writing #writing update

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shadowsof-thenight · 5 years

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Better together: part one of two

Summary: Three years ago he left. He walked out of Sarah's life and broke her heart in a million pieces. Now they are forced to work together again and she suddenly realises that three years did nothing to dull the pain, or her love.

Ships: Bucky X OC

Warnings: Violence, ptsd, domestic violence (sorta), injuries, angst, sadness

Words: 2006

Masterlist

Three years ago

Tears stream down her cheeks as she watched his retreating back. While she understood his reasons, she knew why he feels this in the best option, it hurt. More than she could possibly tell. She had pleaded with him, cried and screamed, wanting him to stay. Needing him to stay. Still he left.

It took all her willpower to keep from running after him, to fall down before him and begging one more time. She knew it would not work. He would not be convinced and change his mind.

Sarah was happy with the months she had gotten to share with Bucky, even though the ending broke her heart in a thousand pieces. Bucky never felt good enough, like he would never deserve her. And though she had tried her hardest, the feeling proved incessant, unwavering.

After four beautiful months filled with love, lust and happiness, he drew back. Nightmares once more taking over his nights. Sarah had tried to comfort him. Tried to sooth his fears. And for a moment it had seemed to work, until two days ago, when it all had changed.

As Bucky got caught up in another one of his nightmares, Sarah had scooted closer, wrapping her arms around him as she did most every night. However, this time it had triggered something in him and he snapped. Snaking his hands around her slender neck and crushing it, or attempting too anyway.

Sarah had tried to scream, she had hit him with her fists, kicked him with her legs. Trying to get him out of his trance, but nothing seemed to work. She had tried to grab her phone instead, wanting to call someone, anyone. As her hand reached for the phone on the night stand, he shook her, knocking the phone from the small table, falling tot he ground. It was followed closely by a lamp.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she thought that these were her last moments. Her vision blurry and slowly darkening, hoping Bucky would remember how much she had loved him. Even then she could not be angry with him. She could not blame him.

Thankfully for Sarah, Steve had heard the commotion from his room next door and barged in to pull Bucky off of her. Thank the heavens for his super soldier hearing.

Steve had punched Bucky, until his grip on her neck slacked and Steve could pull him from her entirely. Sarah had gasped for air as Steve pulled her from the room and into the kitchen. He had opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas to put on the already forming bruises. She took them from his hand and he quickly went to grab her a glass of water.

Tears were still streaming down her eyes as they stood in silence in the kitchen when she looked back to the bedroom. Bucky sat on the floor, leaning against the wall behind their bed. He was knocking his head into the wall, obviously still caught up in his trance. Sarah wasn't sure how long it took Bucky to snap out of it, but when he did he had been mortified by his actions. He had cried and screamed, he had punched hole in the wall as he was overcome with grief.

He had spend many hours crying and apologizing. Begging forgiveness, which she easily granted. But somehow it had not been enough for him. He could not forgive himself at all. He hated himself for what he had done.

And so with a final kiss he had announced his departure. Ending a relationship that had taken both of them by surprise. One that had invigorated Sarah, given her hope of a beautiful future. And now it was over. Gone.

He was gone.

She stood in the doorway for a long time, thinking of what she would do next, before turning around and grabbing a suitcase.

Present day

Sarah took a deep breath as the quinjet was bringing her ever closer to the person she had not seen in many years. Three to be exact. She was incredibly anxious about facing him again and she could feel the eyes of her current partner trained on her, which did not help in the slightest.

Sarah snapped her head up to meet the eyes of Sharon with an icy glare. She could not handle her concern right now, it took up too much concentration to keep from falling apart. Sharon put up her hands defensively and moved to take a seat beside Sarah.

“I'm not even sure if he is there” she offered, trying to give hope and to ease Sarah's nerves. Sharon carter was a very talented woman, capable of many things, lying through her teeth to her partner not being one of them. Sarah chuckled as she gave her friend a pointed look.

“Sure, like he's be anywhere other than at Steve's side” Sarah grumbled and Sharon could only agree. One was never far from the other. Steve and Bucky had long ago proven to be a package deal.

Everyone knew that.

As happy as Sarah was to see Steve again, she dreaded facing his best friend. She had not seen either of them after Bucky had walked out the door of the room they shared in the compound in New York. The same compound they were now flying towards.

After Sarah had picked up the pieces of her broken heart, she had packed her bags. She requested a short leave to visit family, and then she wanted to be assigned to a new team. She had known that she had to get away from there. If she stayed it would have likely cost her her insanity. And she really needed that intact as a senior field agent.

Fury had teamed her up with the more grounded Sharon. A match made in heaven it turned out to be. Sharon's no nonsense attitude balanced well with Sarah's creative solutions during tense situations, it made for a very successful duo.

Sharon had also been a great friend while Sarah attempted to piece herself back together. Which she seemingly had only just accomplished when the order came to go to New York, to the avengers compound. Steve had requested help.

Sarah knew there was a compliment in there somewhere, that her team was chosen to help the avengers, but it was hard to bask in the glory. Since it also meant having to rip open old wounds. Wounds that had taken so very long to heal.

Wiping her sweaty hands on her pants, Sarah rolled her shoulders as she tried to ease the tension in them. Another deep breath in, exhaled slowly and she pursed her lips.

Time to put on her game face. It was only mere minutes before touchdown now. Sarah needed to mask her feelings. Nobody needed her as an emotional mess right now. She could release those after the mission was through. And she would.

Upon realising just how much he still impacted her, Sarah had quickly realised that she needed closure. He would just have to give it to her.

Once the mission was over and done with, she would just have to corner Bucky and force him to talk to her. He would have to tell her if he stopped loving her. When he had lost faith in them. Why he didn't think they could work through it together. She had loved him so much after only four months, how could he think that that love would not be enough?

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Bruised and battered Sarah hastily climbed back onto the jet. She was in pain and she was dead tired. She was also more than a little worried.

The mission that they had been called in for had seemed to be a bust. And the group had been half way into their retreat when hostile agents had appeared out of nowhere, quickly surrounding them.

The group had been vastly outnumbered, but had still won out in the end. Barely so though. They had gotten separated, many were wounded, Sarah included. But she wasn’t concerned with that right now. Sarah was busy checking others, applying first aid to anyone that needed it. Suddenly glad to have worked alongside doctor Helen Cho more than once.

She put a splint on the leg of a very grumpy Natasha. Bandaged the badly burned arm of Sam and irrigated a wound on Clint's forehead; it would need stitches once they got back to the compound, but for now the small strips to pull the skin closed would have to do. As Sarah was moving on to check on Sharon, who seemed to be nursing a large head wound, Steve's screaming caught her attention.

Sarah turned towards the ramp just in time to see him come running at them, Tony following close behind. Steve was carrying a large form on his back and Sarah quickly realised that it could only be Bucky, the final member of their team.

For a heart stopping moment, Sarah thought he was dead, but as the trio finally climbed on the jet and Natasha was helped into the pilot seat by Clint, she noticed his chest was still moving.

“What happened?” Sharon's voice was soft but demanding as she took control of the situation the best she could. She was wobbly on her legs and grabbed her head as if it would help with the pounding. It gave Sarah a moments reprieve to find her bearings.

Steve gently put Bucky down on the floor of the jet and Sarah sprung into action, joined quickly by Clint.

“We were almost out, when a sniper shot him” Steve explained as he fussed over his friend. Sarah quickly removed Bucky's shirt and protective gear, his torso now naked, scanning him for a bullet hole.

“Six times!” She exclaimed as she counted the entry wounds. Quickly her and Clint started working on stopping the bleeding, while telling Steve to check Bucky's legs for other wounds.

“There are only five exit wounds,” Clint commented, “How long Nat?”

“Thirty minutes,” Natasha called back, her voice deep and gruff with the pain she was obviously feeling.

“I hope that's fast enough”Sarah muttered as she pressed on the wounds. There were too many wounds and not enough hands. Once Steve had checked the rest of Bucky's body, she ordered him to press his hands on one of the wounds, waited for him to do so before moving on to examine the rest.

“He's losing a lot of blood” Steve's voice had lost it's authority as urgency and a hint of panic took over. Sarah looked up from her work and glanced at Steve. He was right to be worried. They were fighting the ticking of the clock with this. Bucky needed much more help than any of them could possibly give him, especially in this plane. None of them were trained for this. They only knew a little first aid.

Thirty minutes had never seemed as long as it did right now, while they fought to keep Bucky alive.

The colour was draining from his face and his skin was getting cold to the touch. They were all beginning to lose hope fast, when finally Natasha announced that they had to prepare for landing.

Steve told Sarah and Clint to take a seat wile braced himself, so he could make the landing as smooth as possible for his severely injured friend.

Sarah tried to argue with Steve, but upon seeing the look in his eyes, she knew it would be futile. She always had been able to read him relatively easy.

As soon as the jet touched down, Natasha opened the ramp and a medical team rushed in with a gurney to place Bucky on. Once they did, they hurried off to the nearest surgery room. leaving the rest of the team behind struggling with the aftermath of this failed mission.

Part two

This one was posted on A03 first, and I wasn’t sure i’d post it here....but now I did. Hope you like it!

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Avengers Fanfic - 3rd Super Soldier (Part 5)

"Hey doll, how are you feeling?" Bucky soothed, poking his head round the door to your room, sending you a sympathetic smile when he saw you slowly and stifly get back into bed.

"Like i stole a pizza slice from the Hulk!" You replied with a sore throat, no matter how bad things got you refused to let it take your sense of humour.

"If it makes you feel any better you're still the best looking person on the planet." Bucky smiled sitting beside you, watching as the broken bones in your hands realigned themselves, speedy healing was great, but creepy to watch.

"And you are either a really good liar or have shit eyesight." You retorted with a painful chuckle, patting the pillow next to you, indicating for him to lay next to you. "I need warming up and you're a freaking human radiator!" You groaned snuggling under the duvet.

"I'll have you know my eyesight matches that of an Eagle!" Bucky scoffed climbing into bed wrapping his flesh arm around your shivering shoulders. The icy temperature of your skin melting under the radiating heat of his.

"I don't know what kind of bird you were testing this theory again but that bird is Blind."You mumbled, snuggling up to him and resting your head on his muscle bound chest. "Now Shush, i need sleep."

"I take it I'm sleeping here tonight then." Bucky replied with a chuckle, kissing your forehead and pulling the duvet over your frozen shoulders.

"Was that not obvious?" You questioned sarcastically, a warm glow slowly spreading throughout your body making you smile against Buckys chest. The two of you slept soundly through the night and into the late morning.

"This is going viral!" Sam whispered loudly to Nat and Tony, the trio were stood by the door watching as Sam took whipped out his phone taking a picture of the pair of you sleeping.

"If that photo is still on your phone by the time i get up, I'm turning it into phone confetti!" You grumbled turning to face the mortified trio with a sleepy grin on your face.

"Jesus Y/N, that's some serious bed hair you've got there. Next time tell Bucky not to be so rough, the hair's a big give away!" Tony mocked, staring at the giant birds nest on your head.

"What makes you think it was me that was rough?" Bucky grumbled, pulling you closer. He wasn't ready to get up just yet.

"Yeah Tony, sexist much." Nat teased, giving him a playful shove in the shoulder as she spoke. Just as you were about to join in with the playful banter you were interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y who had an important announcement.

"Excuse me, but your presence is requested in the training room." Her voice echoing through the room.

"I hate him already." You groaned, moving to sit up before Bucky's arm wrestled you back under the covers making the trio roll their eyes at the two of you before heading off to the training room. "Bucky come on, we have to get up." You pleaded, still trapped under his muscle bound arms.

"I don't wanna go. Let's just stay here." He moaned, wrapping arm around your waist more and pulling you even closer. There was no use in trying to free yourself, there was no way you could beat his metal arm in a contest of strength, you were going to have to think carefully about your escape.

"You're just scared I'm going to beat you!" You claimed confidently, curling your lips into a smug grin, his arm released its death grip almost immediately.

After a quick change of clothes, you headed up to the training room scowling at Bucky when he beat you to it. The team gathered round Steve and Tony, listening eagerly to the weeks training they had planned. Whilst Peter and the other frequent flyers were at the Avengers headquarters Tony and Steve thought it a good idea to spend the week training, practising and perfecting strategies and fighting skills. In other words, music to your ears. You had been desperate to battle the rest of the team, it helped you get a hold on the kind of person they were.

"Can me and Y/N spar together? Please Mr Stark!" Peter begged, his bright, enthusiastic personality radiating through his adorably innocent smile. You laughed as you watched Tony desperately try to fight against the power of the kids pleading puppy eyes, before he inevitably gave in.

"Fine but take it easy, she's still supposed to be resting ok kid?" Tony cautioned before patting the eager kids shoulder as he bounced past him towards the matts in the middle of the arena.

"Hey Spidey, you take it easy on me and your ass is toast! I don't care what the super suit says." You call to Peter jogging to catch him up. "So, you ready to get your ass handed to ya?" You teased moving into position on the mats, catching a glimpse of the crowd that had taken seat by the mat, ready to watch the show.

"Are you?" Peter retorted confidently, an excited grin spreading across his face as he waited for you to make your move. Usually you didn't make the first move but you could see the kid was feeling a little nervous so you thought it best to distract him with a lightening fast leg sweep and blow to his lower abdomen. He missed the leg sweep but caught your fist just in time to soften the blow, using his grip on your wrist and his full body weight he threw himself backwards, throwing you over his head using his foot to guide you over as you went. However, you had seen this kind of move before and were able to land solidly on your feet like a cat and without a moments hesitation you swung your legs up and around the torso of the skinny boy slamming him down hard on the mat. Before you had a chance to move him into a full body arm lock he managed to slip through your grasp, slipping from underneath you and locking your hands in a particularly strong spiderweb behind your back. Looks like I'm finishing this with my hands behind my back, Fuck! You thought as your attempts to break free from you shackles failed time and time again. You and peter sparred for a while and even though your hands had been deemed useless you were still putting up quite a fight and you had to admit, the kid had skill. It was raw and untamed but it was there.

"You ready to give up yet kid?" You teased as you danced around him, grinning at the exhaustion creeping into his eyes, he shook his head with determination. This was the reaction you had been hoping for, with a wicked grin you nodded before leaping forwards wrapping your ankles around the kids neck bringing him crashing to the mat as you landed perfectly back on the balls of your feet. Watching as Peter lay sprawled out across the mat, his chest rising and falling with each exhausted breath.

"Ok, I'm dead!" He panted, lying lifelessly on the sweat splattered mat, "I'll just stay here i think." You smiled at the tired grin on his face, even though he had lost he was still beaming about being the first to fight against you.

"You did good kid, I'll admit there were a few moments where you nearly had me there. With the right training you'll soon be kicking everyone's ass." You enthused, the pride in his face growing with every word. "Now can someone please get this shit off me, my hands have gone numb!" You whined with a pathetic chuckle, heaving a sigh of relief when Bruce wandered across the matt holding a small pen knife and cutting you lose before helping Peter to his feet.

"Well i think it's safe to say, Banners out of the game until we can find a hulk friendly stadium. Who's next Cap?" Tony asked, giving Peter a subtle wink of pride as he made his way to the small pile of mats behind them. Steve matched you up with a few of his strongest Avengers, giving every one a good laugh when Thors lightening didn't have an effect on you. After so many rounds of electric shock therapy and tazings, matched with your speedy healing, you build up a tolerance to it. Using his shock to your advantage you quickly locked his arms behind his back, slamming his chest to the floor in victory.

"Ok Bucky, you're up." Steve sighed after tapping out before he lost conciousness. "And Buck, you better kick this punks ass." Steve groaned pointing at you with a very stiff and sore arm.

"Steve! Language!" You gasped heavily, clutching your chest mockingly. Grinning when he sighed heavily, giving Nat an annoyed glare when she smiled innocently at him failing miserably at masking her snorting giggles.

"Will you ever let this go?" He asked taking his seat behind the giggling red head, crossing his fingers for Bucky. If anyone could beat her, he could.

"If she does. I promise I won't, Capsicle!" You promised sending him a bright, happy smile as you skipped with glee watching Bucky begrudgingly make his way up to the mat. "You ready snowflake?" The excitement in your voice was unmistakable.

"I really don't want to do this." Bucky sighed, his body was slumped and withdrawn. He was desperately hoping and praying that you'd change your mind, he didn't want to fight you at all.

"What's the matter? Afraid you're going to lose?" You mocked, brushing your lips gently past his ear as you spoke, your hand resting on his shoulder to aid your balance as you stood on your tip toes. A playfully seductive small forming on your mildly sweaty faces you slowly dragged your finger tips down his arm lacing them through his fingers for just a split second before spinning on your toes and striding away.

"On the contrary, I don't want to hurt your ego when i kick your punk ass!" Bucky stated raising his eyebrows in surprise at your confidence.

"That's highly unlikely, i was trained by the best." You retorted sounding very matter-of-fact. You couldn't remember who exactly trained you, where you were or even doing the training but what you did know was that the who trained you was the best of the best.

"Can you two stop flirting and get on with it, some of us are growing old here." Steve shouted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you.

"Some of us are old." Tony quipped, attracting the unamused glares from both Bucky and Steve. You took this momentary distraction to your advantage, throwing a powerful, full body kick to the back of his knee, sending him crashing down on it. Just as his knee touched the ground you slammed your foot between his shoulder blades hoping to send him face first to the mats, but he had seen this move before and managed to manipulate his body into rolling instead of crashing. His sudden escape from and early defeat threw you for a second, that move usually worked like a charm, but no matter you had plenty more up your sleeve.

"Nice move old man, i didn't think you had it in you." You complimented wiping the sweat and hair on your forehead back into your hairline.

"It's not the first time I've seen it." He smirked, circling you as his predatory instincts kicked in. You watched him carefully tracking his movements and body language, dodging a fleshy fist as it cut throw the air towards you, ducking just in time to miss the metal arm hurtling towards you from your blind spot. A quick tuck and roll had you straightening up behind him, not waiting for him to clock your move you launched onto his back, locking your arms skilfully around his neck and squeezing with all your might. But your strength was no match for his metal arm, he tore you from his throat before you had a chance to fully settle into position, flinging you over his head in one smooth swoop. You landed heavy on your feet, spinning in mid air so you landed facing him. You knew better than to turn your back on your opponent. Launching a high kick to his face you set into motion a battle of mixed martial arts, arms and legs flying in all directions as you struck, dodged, swept and blocked. It was a fight scene like no other, both opponents equally as skilled and determined. Neither opponents realising what was blatantly obvious to those observing, they had trained together before.

"Does she know Barnes was her H.Y.D.R.A training partner?" Nat whispered rhetorically to her best friend Clint, neither of them able to peel their eyes from the fight unfolding in front of them.

"Better yet, does he?" Clint replied, the same tone in his voice as was in hers. They watched as you quickly went for a change of pace throwing your hip to the ground and skidding between Bucky's legs. Leaping to grab his shoulder from behind, before swinging yourself under his arm and up to sit on his shoulder your legs locking instinctively under his flesh arm. Heaving yourself and him to the ground, swinging him over yourself as your back crashed against the now very slippery mats. The move was smooth and effortless to you, having practised so much in the past. You relied solely on the memory in your muscles, allowing them to guide skilfully throw each and every move. However just as Bucky's back was supposed to collide with mats he somehow pulled his feet underneath him, landing firmly and sky rocketing you into the air before catching you bridal style.

"Smooth, you've got moves i'll give you that, one can only hope your this good in the bedroom too." Your flirty comment and seductive tone caught him off guard, causing him to choke on his own breath. This gave you the break you needed to swing yourself onto his back locking both arms beneath your legs as you went, your arms locking around his throat as you had in your last attempt. But this time was different, you had learnt from your mistake, locking his arms disabled his ability to pull you off like last and just to be absolutely certain, you gave his ribs a sharp squeeze knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending his diaphragm into a momentary spasm. The sudden loss of air had him dropping to his knees and the added pressure placed in the right places he was gasping for air, unable to think straight he was trapped in your cobra grip. With a final gasping attempt for air his body dropped, the only thing stopping him from crashing to the mats were your legs, now unlocked from his rib cage they carefully guided his limp body down. With a smug grin you released him from you grip, standing to take an unnecessarily fancy bow to the crowd. The team gave a loud applaud, Nat and Wanda rushing up to grab an arm each holding them high in the air making you laugh.

"We have a WINNER!" The two women cheered before smothering you in hugs, only releasing you when they heard the wheezing chokes and splutters from the man on the floor.

"I'll get you for that comment punk." He croaked, rubbing his sore throat and ribs after straightening up. You grinned cheerfully, jogging merrily over to him throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him gently into a hug kissing his cheek as he lent over to return the embrace. "This isn't over... dwarf." He couldn't resist the temptation to make a joke about the height difference between the two of you. You chuckled shoving his chest playfully as you made your way to the showers, leaving the rest of the team to follow in tow.

"Hey, watch it bean pole. This Dwarf will kick your ass any day of the week. Just remind me which side your hip replacement is on, I'd hate for you to show your age." You quipped, shooting an exaggerated sympathy look his way. Completely unaware of how little distance there was between his age and yours. He chuckled at your quick wit, ruffling your hair as you arrived at the gym showers.

"Need a hand?" He offered leaning against the door as he spoke, his eyes scanning over your sweaty figure, his bottom lip held between his sparkling pearly white. You couldn't but giggle at his smouldering look, giving him a playful shove knocking him from his spot leaning on the door frame.

"You know what, that's not a bad idea actually," You agreed staring deep into his eyes, your hands slowly moving across his chest to his shoulders. Though his body language remained the same, his eyes betrayed him as your words sent a quick flash of panic through them. He hadn't expected you to react like this. Just as your were moving your body closer to him you quickly snapped your head round to Nat, "Hey Nat, you mind giving me a hand in the shower." You called dropping your hands from Bucky's shoulders and taking a subtle step back turning to face the red head, who had stopped beside you smiling at the mischievous glint in your eyes, her arm possessively draped over your shoulders.

"How about two?" She flirted, her voice soft and seductive sending Bucky a cheeky wink before disappearing into the shower room with you, leaving Bucky to stare dumbfounded after you both.

"She gets you every time Buck!" Steve chuckled, clapping his hands down on his friends shoulder pulling away from the door frame he was still leaning on and guiding him to the male shower room.

"She's been here awake, for less then 3 days and she's already hooked Bucky, beaten the crap out of almost the whole team and broken almost all the punching bags!" Sam listed, pulling off his sweaty clothes before jumping in a nearby shower cubicle.

"Yeah but she also pulled the team together for a proper full family meal, cheered Bucky up and is helping us improve and modify our combat skills and tactics." Steve interjected, he knew it was all in good humour but he still felt the need to defend you.

"And she does not have me hooked!" Bucky jumped in, it had taken a moment for him to register what Sam had said. The room quickly filled with steam as all the showers were now occupied, they took their time to distracted by their conversation about the new comer to worry about cleaning.

"Barnes she's not just got you hooked, she has you hook line and sinker!" Tony stated, his usually humorous tone growing stronger as he mocked his fellow Avenger. Though they had agreed upon a truce and for the most part got along fine, there were still the occasional fall outs and neither one fully trusted the other.

"That's not what's happening, we're just having a bit of playful banter, that’s all." Bucky snorted shaking his head in denial, laughing as a memory of his childhood with you and Steve popped up. "Hey Steve, you remember the time she got us into that really exclusive club?"

"Yeah, she somehow managed to talk the security into letting us in and then used her magical smile to get us free drinks. I miss those days, i miss her crazy shenanigans." Steve reminisced, his voice filling with sadness as he finished.

"I miss her smile, the smile that made the sun look dull and got her out of anything no matter how much trouble she was in." Bucky sighed.

"And she got in a lot of trouble." Steve continued, laughing as images of you and your crazy antics flashed through his mind.

"I'm going to kill her!" Bucky growled, his tone switching completely, it was no longer nostalgic and sweet it had taken a new form of annoyed anger. "Its not even been a week, Steve! She couldn't even wait a week!" His sudden change of attitude had everyones curiousity peeked, the annoyed ex-assassin turned off the water to his shower and stepped out, a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. The rest of the group quickly followed, desperate to see what had caused the sudden flipin attitude.

"Oh guys, you've got to see this!" Peter gasped heavily, gripping tightly to what little control he had over the raging laughter fighting its way to the surface. With in seconds all the shower cubicles emptied and Bucky found himself surrounded by beaming faces all staring at one thing, Bucky's hair.

"Oh Bucky." Tony practically sang, his cheek resting in his hand as he tilted his head admiring Bucky's new hair. "Pink is soo your colour." The sarcasm in his voice swallowing the room as he did his best camp voice.

"I see somethings haven't changed, i guess this is just hard wired into her." Steve managed before bursting into roaring laughter causing a ripple effect as everyone almost instantly lost what ever control they had manged to hold onto. After several minutes of non stop hysterics, the group managed to regain some control over their roaring amusement.

"Wait what makes you so sure its her?" Rhodes asked, still staring at the neon pink mop of hair on Buckys head.

"Because no one else would try pranking the Winter Soldier so soon after his arrival and she has no sense of self preservation." Steve explained, throwing on a pair of faded jeans and a grey t-shirt. "And besides, Bucky's her favourite target." He completed leaving the shower room.

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mss4msu · 6 years

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Happy 100th Birthday Steven!

Summary: The Avengers decide to throw Steve a 100th birthday party. The theme is throwback, but no one wanted to research the 1930s, so they decide to do the early 2000s. Cap is introduced to a new decade of culture, and he and Bucky are particularly taken by Lil John’s “Get Low”.

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A/N: This one goes out to @221bshrlocked because she hyped me up that this would be a hilarious idea. I’ve decided I’ll be making a series of “Steve and Bucky are introduced to various pop culture things that are dirty, but they don’t know that”. This one is fluffier than my fluffball of a dog (future ones may get smutty, who knows?).

“Alright gang, it’s Cap’s BIG birthday next week, so we should get started on planning his party.” Tony had called together a meeting of all the Avengers except for Sam, Bucky, and Steve to put together a surprise bash for Steve’s 100th birthday. You had all voted that telling either Sam or Bucky would mean the surprise would be ruined, so the trio was being kept in the dark.

“I still think we should have rented out the Natural History Museum so he could party with all the other fossils. That’d really be a throwback party,” Nat remarked. The group had also decided the theme of the birthday should be a throwback. Of course, you’d all been so busy on missions no one had had the time to research the early 1900s, so it was decreed that the early 2000s would be used instead.

“Well the old man wanted to have a low-key birthday, so I figured a large public space wouldn’t be a great place for that. I’m not trying to start another Civil War over a birthday.” Tony replied. “Rhodey has a busy week of ‘Iron Patriot’ appearances (it’s 4th of July, I’m not calling him War Machine), so he has divided up tasks for everyone. Bruce, Peter, and I are on decorations. Wanda and Vision, you can prepare the food. Clint and Scott, you’ll be in charge of keeping Steve, Bucky, and Sam busy day of so we have time to set up. Nat and (Y/N), you’re in charge of music. The guest list is just us; the Wakandans are busy doing outreach programs about cultural appropriation, which is fitting for this time of year, and Thor is on some other planet. Alright, everyone know what you’re doing? Great, then go do it!”

Everyone split up and spent the week secretly organizing everything for the party. You and Nat spent hours crafting the perfect Spotify playlist, not wanting to leave a single jam out. Finally, it was the day of the party. You woke up just in time to join Clint and Scott’s in the chauffeuring of Bucky, Sam, and Steve to the big Fourth of July parade. You knew you could slip out later to come back and help everyone set-up, but Steve had been asked to be the Grand Marshall of the parade and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Happy Fourth of July!” you winked at Steve as you got in the car. He rolled his eyes at you, waiting for the follow up. You just stared at him in response for a few seconds, not wanting to give him satisfaction to early. “Oh right! And happy birthday Steve!”

“Thank you!!” he beamed. The parade lasted longer than you had hoped, but it was worth it to see Steve at the head of the parade, an embodiment of everything America should be, and slightly restoring your faith in the country.

“So, you guys want to go get ice cream?” Scott asked when you met up with Steve following the parade. “I know a Baskin Robbins nearby!”

“I actually have to head back guys, I forgot the sunscreen this morning, so my skin has become a very patriotic mix of white and red,” you replied. Although this seemed like an easy out to get back to the party preparations, you really had gotten a bit of a sunburn at that parade.

“We could give you frostbite and you’d be red, white, and blue!” Sam joked. You punched him on the arm and got a Lyft to pick you up.

You got back to the compound and couldn’t believe the quality of the decorations. Movie posters of the most iconic early 2000s films, like A Cinderella Story and She’s the Man, lined the hallways. Nokia bricks and Razr phones were hanging from the ceiling, their screens decorated with pictures of Cap. You couldn’t figure out who had taken the pic of Cap with listening to an iPod in a bubble bath, but you were so glad they had. The food tables were decorated in layers of denim, and you felt blessed that Britney and Justin had graced the world with that look.

Everyone was scrambling to finish their jobs, and you and Nat were putting the finishing touches on the playlist, when Scott texted that they were on their way back.

“Alright everyone, places!” Tony yelled, and you all crouched behind the furniture, with the exception of Peter, who had literally gone above and beyond by hiding on the ceiling.

“I know everyone says apple pie is American, but putting apple pie IN ice cream is really taking things to the next level!” you could hear Bucky chuckling as they walked down the hallway.

“What in Sam Hill is this?” The confusion in his voice made Natasha stifle a laugh and you realized he likely had no idea what he was walking into. You had been helping him go through his “things to catch up on” list and you were nowhere near the 2000s. This was going to be a crash course for him.

Steve flipped on the lights to the room and everyone sprung up and yelled, “SURPRISE!” He stumbled back slightly, the surprise working on him.

“Don’t have a heart attack there, old man,” Nat said, punching him on the arm and giving him a hug.

As everyone started enjoying the food and Nat turned the playlist on, you gave Steve and Bucky a tour of the 2000s .

“So what’s with the phones?” Bucky asked.

“Well, the Razr was the classic phone all the ‘cool’ kids had back in the day,” you winked at them, “and the Nokia is a phone noted for being unbreakable.”

“Unbreakable?” Bucky asked, raising his eyebrow at Steve. They both ripped a Nokia from the ceiling, and you yelled for everyone to gather around for a true test of strength. Steve tried with all his might, but even his super soldier strength was not enough for the brick. Bucky tried to break the phone, squeezing it between his metal fingers, but could not cause even a crack in the screen.

“Is Thor coming?” You heard Clint ask. “Maybe his hammer is worthy enough to break a Nokia.”

“Tony, we may have to talk to Nokia and see if we can use this tech in suits or something,” Bruce remarked, taking the phone from Steve.

As the playlist started playing the dancing songs, you and Nat cleared the dance floor, which you had decorated as a giant Dance Dance Revolution mat. Steve and Bucky watched as everyone took the dance floor and started doing the “Cupid Shuffle”.

“Get over here boys!” you yelled. They shook their heads no, so you ran to them, grabbed their arms and pulled them to the dance floor. “Look, it’s easy. It’s to the right to the right to the right to the right, to the left to the left to the left to the left, then you kick, kick, kick, kick, then walk it and turn to the next side!” They watched you, tripping over themselves, and slowly got the hang of it just as the song ended.

“We’ll need to practice that one again I think,” Steve huffed to you.

“You’re tired after that version? I’ve got a more advanced one that involves kicking and dropping it low,” you winked at him, making him blush.

“EVERYONE CLEAR THE FLOOR!” you heard Peter yell. “THIS IS MY SONG!” Everyone moved off the dance floor and cheered as Peter strutted his stuff to Rihanna’s “Umbrella”.

There was more dancing and fun-having when THE song you had been waiting for came on. “Nat, we should have moved this song up the playlist!” you yelled, turning the volume of the speaker all the way up, and sprinting to the middle of the dance floor.

“TO THE WINDOW!!!! TO THE WALL!!!!!! TILL THE SWEAT DROP DOWN MY BALLS!!!!! TILL ALL THESE BITCHES CRAWL!!!!” You screamed, busting a move.

Steve and Bucky stared at you with their jaws dropped.

“UM (Y/N)?” Steve yelled, “WHAT KIND OF SONG IS THIS???” You ignored him and kept dancing.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO THE WINDOW AND TO THE WALL??” Bucky asked, looking at Steve and confusion and trying to figure out what made the wall better than the window and vice versa.

“AND WHY ARE YOU ANNOUNCING TO THE WORLD THAT THERE IS SWEAT DRIPPING DOWN YOUR BALLS?” Steve screamed, turning red from yelling and from the idea of discussing his privates so publicly.

You were too busy dropping that ass (hey!) and attempting to shake it fast (hey!) and popping that ass to the left and the right (hey!) to answer them. And they became too busy watching you do it to keep asking questions. Eventually they started singing along, Steve feeling all too pleased with himself when yelling “MOTHERFUCKER!”

By the time you were bending over to the front to touch your toes, Bucky was next to you, shaking his butt along to the beat. Steve and Bucky screamed out the last chorus, giggling as they yelled “SKEET SKEET SKEET.” You raised your eyebrow at Natasha, wondering if these two actually knew what “skeet” was, but you quickly forgot as Vision wheeled out a giant birthday cake covered in lit sparklers.

“The fire marshall told us that using 100 candles would be a fire hazard, so we decided to do 35 sparklers, because that’s how old you look,” he said dryly.

“That’s very kind of you, Vision.” Steve blushed.

“Even with super soldier strength, I don’t think you will be able to blow out the sparklers. Perhaps that was a mistake on our part,” Vision stated.

“It looks great, Vis!” Steve cheerily replied.

“Are you getting teary-eyed Cap?” Tony chuckled.

“I’m just very thankful to have all of you as friends and to have been given such a spectacular party. Skeet, skeet to you all!” He said, holding up a bite of cake in a cheers.

“Skeet, skeet!” Everyone replied back, holding back giggles.

For the next few weeks, any training session with Steve and Bucky was set to “Get Low.” You began to make a game out of it, and every time the “all these bitches crawl” lyric came on, you would stop everything, get on the floor, and start crawling towards them. They started having everyone run sprints from the window to the wall, and you regretted ever having introduced them to the song in the first place.

You all found redemption in their new use of the word “skeet”. Nat had convinced them that “skeet” was a new and improved version of “yeet,” and should be used in times of agreement or before doing exciting things. Steve began yelling “SKEET” before jumping off the Quinjet on missions, and Bucky would scream “SKEET” before punching out bad guys. He couldn’t figure out why the villains always got knocked out with a confused laugh. At this point, the joke had gone on for too long to tell them the truth of what “skeet” actually meant. Your only hope was to introduce them to a new catchphrase, and sooner rather than later, before they “skeet”ed the wrong person...

#marvel #happy birthday steve #happy birthday cap #captain america #steve rogers #fan fic #independence day #100th birthday

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