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gigglymarvel · 2 months

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Tickly Witch vs Stubborn Widow

We’re back! Life took over so we’re so sorry for kinda abandoning this blog. But we’re back with all the fluff, enjoy this fic of Wanda bringing out Yelena’s softness. 💕

Natasha had asked Wanda to look out for her sister while she was away on a mission. The witch had no issues making sure she ate as everyone including the blonde widow loved her cooking, but when it came to emotional comfort….Yelena was often closed off.

Yelena was drained, she had agreed to train up Kate on her basic sparring skills whilst trying her best to look out for her big sister despite Natasha insisting that she was fine. A lot of changes had happened recently so she wanted to recharge, and she only knew how to do that by shutting herself in her room.

Wanda could sense the weight of her thoughts, trying not to intrude on specifics, she knocked, “Lena?”

The blonde Widow’s eyes opened the second she heard the first knock, thinking it was her big sister. “You’re back early…”

“Hey, I'm sorry, it's Wanda not Nat,” her eyes sympathetic, a soft smile on her lips.

“Wanda?” She murmured out, genuinely confused yet not moving from her position on the bed, laying down on it with her head stuffed in the pillows.

“Yes…it's me. I, uh, snuck up some cookies if you'd like? Or maybe we can just hang out?” She tried,wanting to care for the younger of the widow sisters but unsure. She and Nat had developed a camaraderie, and she and Yelena had even exchanged jokes, but she knew the blonde had yet to be truly open with anyone in the compound besides her sister.

She just shrugged. “No one is stopping you from joining me, but I am pretty burnt out right now so I may be no good for fun.” Yelena admitted, basically giving Wanda a chance to back out if she wanted to.

“I'm happy to just exist next to you,” she said, a little cheerful that Yelena would let her, as she opened the door and sat next to the blonde.

“Uh.. okay.” Yelena replied quietly, admittedly a little confused as to why Wanda wanted to spend time with her, since they don’t really hang out on a one to one basis.

“Nat did ask me to check in with you while she was away, but honestly…I've wanted to get to know you better as a whole. You appreciate my Sokovian dishes like no one besides Natasha. And you're funny, kind, and strong, but…I want to help you have more than one person you can feel safe with?” Wanda tried.

“You are a good cook.” Yelena told her. “However I do not have the energy to be entertaining enough or to even be a decent human.” She replied truthfully

“You are tired, I can massage you?” She offered gently, making Yelena briefly turn her head to look up at Wanda. “You… want to what?”

The redheaded witch bit her lip, “Massage you? I'm sorry if it was a weird suggestion…you just seem tense and…”

“I am a tense person, what can I say?” She replied quietly. “I am not used to the feeling of relaxation.”

“So…may I massage you?” Wanda asked quietly. Yelena just shrugged. “I guess.”

The witch gently sat behind Yelena, beginning by kneading her shoulders. The spy was clearly hesitant to relax, and was a little more tense when Wanda touched her, but there was something about her touch which allowed her to maybe relax a little into the sensation.

“I'm adding a little magic, is that okay?” The witch asked softly. Yelena couldn’t help but bite her lip, a little hesitant about what it was going to feel like, but nodded anyway.

She used the magic to gently heat her hands, adding a little pulsing which gently loosened the knots, “Is this still okay?”

Yelena couldn’t help but embrace the feeling a little, not expecting it to feel the way it did, she felt her knots releasing as she brought her arms up to rest her head on them.

Wanda smiled fondly, “I can feel the knots releasing,” and then massaged down, pulsing into her ribs now, but the magic ever so gently vibrated them.

Yelena couldn’t help but flinch, tensing a little again but tried to continue the conversation. “As can I…” she replied quietly.

“Oh sorry did that hurt? I saw you flinch,” Wanda checked in, afraid she'd hurt Yelena with her magic. The blonde wasn’t sure on how to respond, she was usually a direct person but she wasn’t completely sure on whether she could be open with her yet, so she just shook her head silently.

The witch nodded, working her way down, and kneaded into her back now, vibrating the gently heated magic into her lower back, but the magic was dancing through the widow too.

Yelena couldn’t help but kick a little, trying to keep her upper body still so she could try and maintain her toughness.

Wanda had no idea the way the gentle magic was exiting Yelena's body, now pulsing down through the back of her hips and kneading her thumbs there, “Nothing too painful? Your knots are going, just trying to get your lower back softened.”

She nodded, scrunching her face up and being thankful Wanda couldn’t see, she sucked in a breath and tried everything she could to remain stubborn. “You’re good-“

“Are you sure? I know you're strong Yelena, but if I'm hurting you, I promise I won't be offended or think less of you if you tell me?” The redhead said gently, softening the magic more so it was now like feathers dancing on her insides.

Yelena shook her head, biting back giggles now as she tried to maintain herself, it was absolute torture to do so.

“Oh sweetie you're so tense, are you sure I'm not hurting you?” Wanda said with the most sincere concern as she lightened the magic even more and kneaded her thumbs between her hips and spine, but gently.

“I’m sure, and I’m not a sweetie!” She replied, wiggling around a little now as she arched her back ever so slightly.

Wanda tilted her head, taking the tiniest peak into Yelena's thoughts, she softened a little, and tried to let Yelena play tough, but made the magic that started as a massage, pulse through so it would gently shake her ribs and swirl her tummy, from belly button out, “Okay, if you're sure little widow.” The witch cooed softly.

Yelena blushed at the nickname, letting out a tiny yelp when she felt her bellybutton being fluttered, she tried to push herself into the bed to squish the feeling but to no avail.

“Oh I see,” Wanda smiled, and leaned in, “Is someone….” The witch whispered mischievously, “Ticklish?” And then sent a flurry of gentle magic to poke and explore and swirl Yelena's ticklish spots.

The stubborn spy gasped at the word, now kicking out as she shook her head. “Nope, not at all…” she replied quickly before holding her breath.

“Then why are you holding your breath, giggle bug?” Wanda cooed and spidered into her sides now as two red wiggly woos circled under her armpits, warm gentle magic swirled her belly button, wiggly woos danced on her ribs, and two fluttering woos weaved between her toes.

“Because it was sore?” Yelena tried, slamming her arms against her sides whilst slapping at her hands as she smiled into the pillow discreetly.

“Why are you slapping my hands like you're ticklish?” Wanda cooed knowingly, shaking her fingers into the lower backs of her ribs gently, “Goochiegoochiegoochie goo?”

“Again, because it hurt?” She tried again, still trying to do something to stop her magic as she now grinned into the pillow.

Wanda paused then, “I hurt you?” She asked, making Yelena pause too, unsure about how to go about things now.

The redhead then just sat on Yelena's back, deciding to give Yelena back scritches and tickles. “Maybe this instead?”

“Oh… I guess.” Yelena replied awkwardly, the feeling a little cold to her since she wasn’t completely comfortable around Wanda yet.

The mood change was clear, so Wanda tried the massage magic again, “Maybe I just need to work out these knots more hm?” She pulsed the back of her ribs with the warm magic.

Yelena gasped. “You never hurt me.” She told Wanda quickly, as normally as she could.

“Then what was that gasp?” The redhead smiled fondly and pressed into the backs of her hips, letting her magic gently course through the blonde.

“You simply surprised me…” Yelena told her, biting back another gasp as she scrunched her face up.

“Mhm,” Wanda chuckled and kneaded gently down Yelena's sides and toward her hips, causing the blonde to bite her lip as she arched away from her whilst reaching back and pushing at Wanda's hands.

The witch arched her eyebrow, “Hm? Why push me away? Hurting you….or am I tickling the big bad widow?” She cooed, her voice gentle.

“Nono, not at all…” Yelena replied quietly, a small blush on her face.

“Seems to me I'm tickling you pink,” Wanda whispered and snuck her fingers into the blondes armpits, making her let out a tiny squeal and slam her arms against her sides, shaking her head in protest.

“Awww cmon Yelena, just…let go,” she sent magic into the younger widow's armpits, smirking as Yelena finally let out a few giggles, the fingers and the magic under her arms at the same time broke her.

“Goochiegoochiegoochie goo there's a giggly wittle widow?” She smiled and spidered Yelena's armpits, magic gently pulsing out of them too.

“This isn’t fair!” Yelena protested, kicking her legs out as giggles kept spilling out

Wanda gasped playfully, “It's noooot? Then how about thiiiis?” And sent her magic dancing along Yelena's ribs, thighs, feet and through her belly, “Bougiebougiebougieboo!”

Yelena shook her head, rolling over to grab her hands as her giggles escaped more freely now. “It is nohohohot!”

The redheaded witch used her magic to pin Yelena's hands to the sides, blowing her shirt up just enough to peek her tummy out, and leaned down, “PFFFFT!” And raspberried the widow’s tummy.

“OHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHU!” Yelena laughed, pulling at her arms as she just thrashed her legs about, sucking her belly in at the same time.

Wanda grinned, letting her go, and then cuddling into her, laying gently on top of her with and “Umph.”

She pouted a little, but was thankful to take in deep breaths, unsure about whether to hug Wanda back as she wasn’t sure about affection still with anyone but her big sister.

“You can hug me back,” she smiled and spidered Yelena's armpits so she'd have to bring her arms down. The spy let out a few shy giggles and squeezed her arms against her sides instead.

The witch pouted playfully, “Huuug meeee,” and leaned down and nuzzled her tummy again, causing Yelena to pull her shirt down with a giggle, then awkwardly patted her back.

The witch bit her lip, “It's okay if you don't like hugs,” she assured her gently. Yelena bit her lip too, just not used to the affection, she felt bad for making Wanda feel awkward.

The redhead peered into the mind of the blonde, “Hm…okay,” and hugged her a little tighter, scritching her back gently.

“Huh?” Yelena asked innocently, but relaxed a little more into the feeling with a sigh. The redhead responded by adding her other hand, rolling so Yelena was on top of her now and scritched the slightly younger woman's back all over.

“Hey, I will squish you.” She murmured and went to roll off her.

The witch protested and pinned her gently within a magical hug, “If you leave I tickle you. So..admit you like the tickles or let me cuddle you and admit you like that?” Wanda teased, but her voice was sincere and loving.

Yelena’s eyes widened. “Well it is not like I can move right now…” she replied with an eye roll, but she shyly bit her lip.

She grinned and squeezed Yelena's sides and held her close, “Getchagetchagetcha!” The surprise attack made Yelena squeal as she began giggling immediately, trying to find a way to push her hands.

Wanda paused, laughing lovingly and booped her nose as she gently rocked the blonde, “You seem a bit more comfortable with me?” She asked softly.

Yelena bit her lip, but nodded. “I guess you are not too bad…”

“I'll take that as a compliment!” Wanda beamed.

The blonde just rolled her eyes, staying still and letting the witch embrace her. She may not be completely ready to give affection just yet, but the bonding did make her feel closer to her, physically and emotionally.

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tickles-in-ficland · 1 year

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BOREDOM

Summary: Y/N tries to avoid getting homework done by bugging two Demigods. It doesn’t go in her favor…or does it 😉

Word Count: 2,088

Pairings: Ler!Thor Ler!Loki Lee!Reader

You were bored. With everyone on missions or spending time with their families, you needed some entertainment. Being the youngest on the team along with Parker, Stark was making you stay home this weekend and finish homework. Even being an Avenger, school was still important. You argued and insisted that you attend the mission but Stark had the final word.

You’d been “working” on your homework for an hour and decided to take a break and wander the compound. You thought, minus maybe Pepper who was usually in her office you’d be alone. Much to your surprise you saw two demigods sitting in the lounge area. Your lips curled up into a smile. They hadn’t seen you enter the room and you figured you’d sneak up and spook the brothers.

Before you could take a step, without looking up from his book you heard Loki speak.

“There’s no use in trying to sneak up on us Y/N. I know you’re behind me.”

“Ugh! No fair Loki.” you pouted crossing your arms. “How’d you even know I was there?”

“Darling.” Loki scoffed as he closed his book and turned his head to look at you. “You’re talking to the God of Mischief. You can’t get anything past me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at Thor who wore an amused smirk on his face.

“He is unfortunately right young Y/N. Even as kids, I could never best him.” Thor chucked. “But it matters not because you shouldn’t even be down here. Didn’t Stark order you to finish your school work?”

“I uh, decided to take a break.” you said clearing your throat. “Needed to get some air and all that.”

“Ah.” Thor nodded, not entirely convinced by your answer. “Well my brother and I will be here should you need us. Back to it.”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait a minute! Stark kept you guys from the mission to be my BABYSITTERS?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way exactly…” Thor started but glancing over at Loki who was clearly amused by your reaction, spoke up.

"Oh I would." he said with a deep chuckle. “Yes. Stark asked us to make sure you did as you were told. Seeing as last time you were left unattended you did not finish your school work and failed an assignment.”

Your pout only furthered more at Loki’s words. “I’m not a baby. I don’t need to be watched.” you said with a stomp of your foot, digging your metaphorical hole deeper.

The brothers both raised an eyebrow in amusement. You huffed, knowing you’d proven their point.

“Okay fine. But I do need a break. I’m bored up there. Can I hang out with you guys for a little while. Pleeeeease?” you asked looking between the two with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster.

Going over to Thor, who you knew was the softie of the two, you wrapped your arms around his big torso and looked up at him. “Please Thor? We don’t hang out enough. We are always off doing missions or you guys go back to Asgard and I miss you.”

Thor looked down at you with a soft smile as he stroked your hair gently. The brothers had grown quite fond of you since you’d joined the team. Being the youngest of them, they felt protective of you like big brothers. The world was harsh and it didn’t hurt to have two demigods on your side. You knew Thor was a pushover, it would be Loki that would be the tough one to crack.

“Brother.” Thor said putting his arm around you affectionately. “Why don’t we let the young maiden take a break from her studies? Surely it won’t hurt to take some time to enjoy the company.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed you, his hands on his hips. He pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fine. But only for a short while. I don’t want to deal with Stark when he comes home and Y/N has yet to finish her school work.”

“YAY!” you cheered throwing your arms around Loki.

Not expecting the sudden impact, Loki stumbled a bit but gave you a small pat on the shoulder. He wasn’t much for affection like his brother, but you knew he cared for you nevertheless.

“I mean it Y/N.” he chastised. “Only a short break and then you are to return to your studies. Understood?”

“Yeah yeah sure.” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand.

Sure enough, you break went by entirely too quick. You were curled up on the couch, watching tv with your head on Thor’s shoulder when suddenly the tv clicked off.

“Hey!” you shouted looking over at Loki who shrugged. “What gives?”

“Breaks over. As agreed, it is time to go back upstairs. Should you need assistance with your work, you may call one of us and we will do what we can. We are fairly well versed in Midgardian studies. But until then, off you go.”

“No.” you said confidently crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Loki asked closing his book and looking at you incredulously.

“You heard me.” you snarked back, folding your arms once again in defiance. “I said no. N-O spells no.”

You heard Thor snort laugh behind you. He knew how this was going to end but you were digging your own grave and he was enjoying himself.

Loki scoffed a laugh before standing up and approaching the couch, where you and Thor sat.

“Y/N….” Loki said in a warning tone. “This isn’t going to end well for you darling. I’d stop while you’re ahead.”

“I don’t want to do my school work today. Maybe tomorrow.” you said reaching for the remote only to have it disappear in a green flash.

“Hey! Not fair. You can’t use magic to hide things.”

“Oh well.” he shrugged while a smile tugged at his lips. “Off you go.” he said reaching for your hand only for you to shake your head.

“I said no Loki.”

Loki sighed. “Then you leave me no choice.” he said with a fake pained expression on his face.

“For whAT?” you let out a squeak as Loki tackled you to the couch and with little effort had pinned your hands to your sides.

“Lohoki! What the hehell?!” you said nervous giggles building in your chest.

“I’m going to make you regret telling me no. Stark said to use whatever method we needed, to make sure you were not going to skip your schooling. This seems like a great way to do so.”

Opening your mouth to protest was cut short as you felt ten fingers find purchase on your sides. Sporadic giggles began to escape your lips as you tried to twist and turn away from the tickly feeling.

“Lohohoki!” you squealed as his nimble fingers worked their way up your sides.

Loki’s dark chuckle told you that he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Brother, if you wouldn’t mind I could use some assistance.” Loki chided. “The young maiden is quite squirmy.”

“Certainly, dear brother.” you heard Thor chuckle behind you.

You felt slight weight in your shoulders and looked up to see the flowy blonde hair hair dangling above your face, Thor grinning at you through it.

“Thohohor! Hehelp!”

Thor smiled affectionately at you. “I would count myself a fool to challenge my brother. A lesson you dear Y/N have yet to learn.” He chuckled before fluttering his fingers along your neck, eliciting more squeals as you shook your head trying to evade his fingers.

Loki leaned forward toward your face. “Now darling. Are we going to behave now and do as Stark has requested or shall we continue this?” he asked halting his fingers for a few moments.

You took in deep breaths at the momentary reprieve. Truthfully you didn’t hate it. No one really knew but you had a feeling the Asgardian was catching on.

You smirked at the God of Mischief, playfulness dancing in your eyes. The twinkle in your eye caught Loki’s attention and a full grin spread across his face.

“You like this. Don’t you, young one? It’s why you’re being so defiant. You wanted this to happen.” he said starting to snake his fingers up your rib cage, bubbly giggles once again pouring from your lips.

“I do not understand.” You heard Thor question behind you.

As if you weren’t apart of the conversation, Loki continued his tickle attack. Your infectious laughter ringing through the room as you weakly batted at his hands.

“Have you not noticed, that our young friend here has not asked me to stop once? She has been given opportunity to yield and yet she responds with words she knows will get her in trouble?” Loki asked. “She LIKES this. She WANTED this. Isn’t that right little one?” Loki questioned you, his nimble fingers now reaching under your arms, arguably your worse spot.

“LOHOHOKIHIHI!” your hard belly laughter raising several octaves. Pushing on his hands did nothing. He was a God after all and his strength was no match for yours. “PLEHEHEASE! GAHAHAH!” your legs kicked wildly behind him.

Thor smirked as he too realized. “Ah. I see now. She’s yet to ask either of us to stop. Is that right Y/N? You enjoy the tickles, do you not?” Thor chuckled as his fingers made contact with your neck once again, a scream of laughter erupting from you.

Your cheeks a bright crimson color as you turned your head trying to avoid eye contact as the two Asgardians tickled you mercilessly.

“Come on darling. Just admit it. You like this.” Loki teased.

“NEHEVER!”

“Very well.” Thor sighed jokingly. “Brother, if you will.” he said gesturing for Loki to step aside. “Hold her please.”

“Nonono! Thohohor!” you squealed your eyes pleading.

In an instant, the two brothers had switched places with Loki now holding you down with little effort as Thor positioned himself at your waist.

“Now then.” Thor continued “Is my brother correct in his assumptions?”

You bit your lip to bite back a giggle. “Mahahaybe.” you admitted closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hehey!” Thor’s deep laugh rang through the room. “Look at me Y/N.”

When your eyes remained shut, Thor dug his fingers deep in your hip, causing a boisterous laughter to come out. You peaked at him with one eye and saw him looking at you with a gentle smile.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed by. Actually, it is adorable. Don’t you agree brother?” he asked looking at Loki who remained sitting at your head, occasionally fluttering his fingers in your neck.

“Indeed it is brother. What I don’t understand is why she shields her enjoyment of it.”

You sighed but a small smile played on your lips. Thor and Loki had released their hold on you, allowing you to sit up.

“Because. It’s not something most people enjoy. I grew up an only child. My parents worked all the time. I wasn’t given affection much as a child. And then…” you continued. “The…thing happened to me and I became a part of this team, this…family and for the first time I felt like I had brothers and sisters and… friends.” you stopped for a moment wiping your eyes.

“Heyyy.” Thor said pulling you to his chest and rubbing your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s okay to want affection. As a young child you were deprived of what you craved most. It is natural to want that.”

“I hate to agree with my brother.” Loki chimed in which made you let out a muffled laugh in the crook of Thor’s shoulder. “But he is right. And if you need us to step in and be your big brothers, then that is what we shall be.”

You sighed in relief this time, a smile, a real smile this time gracing your face. “Thank you both. I really was bored though.”

“Well then.” Loki chuckled as he patted your shoulder. “We have been distraction enough. As agreed it’s time to return to your studies.”

You looked at him with a slight pout, twiddling your thumbs. “Would um…could you…” you asked embarrassed still.

“She wants us to continue brother.”

Thor grinned at you. “And what kind of big brothers would we be if we said no?” he asked before tackling you on the couch again, your deep laughter once again echoing through the room, your honorary big brothers tickling you to pieces.

Your homework long forgotten.

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shadfanfic · 6 months

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hey

It’s been forever since I posted something in hereee!! , omg i miss everyone! How are you!? I love you!, i know I stayed quiet for wayyy too long but i got a job and i got super busy with college shit and stuff, I’m getting back tho! I promise at anytime now i might just post all of the sudden!

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HOW IS EVERYONE!? If u have any questions I’m more than ready to answer please let’s chat! 🤍🤍

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fluffy-lee · 2 years

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Vacation: The Finale (Part 1)

Part 12 of the series Vacation

This is a TICKLE series

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, a bit of angst, this is a longer read (7590 words)

Summary: The Avengers are woken up abruptly by a strange noise on the morning of their last full day of Vacation. Tony intends to make the last full day, a great one.

CRASH!

The ear piercing sound shook the whole cabin. You and Nat jolted awake. You jumped out of bed and ran to her.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, shocked.

“Good question.” Nat said. Her brows were furrowed.

She grabbed her pistol out of the drawer and headed downstairs.

You slowly followed behind her, unarmed. You kinda wished you had something on you but knew the Avengers would keep you safe. Sam came up beside you and pushed you behind him. You held onto his waist and followed him down the stairs. The cabin was dark with light only just beginning to shine through the windows.

“It’s okay!” Thor called from the front yard.

Nat relaxed and so did Sam. You pushed past them in anticipation. You now remembered what this was. You stepped out onto the wooden front porch and saw everyone else standing in a semicircle in front of Thor.

The sunrise painted the sky and the birds were beginning to wake up as the crickets were dying down. Thor held a long rectangular box in his arms. It was silver with a lavender ribbon.

“What is this all about?” Tony piped up. “And look. It left a big patch in the grass. Now I get to hear about that from the owners.”

“It’s a gift for me. From Heimdall.” You said, walking up to Thor.

Everyone looked around surprised. Tony and Steve exchanged looks.

Thor handed you the box with a smile. You took it in your arms. It was a little heavy. You placed it on the ground and dropped on your knees in front of it, beginning to slowly undo the ribbon. You felt excitement and nervousness. What could this be?

Everyone held their breath in anticipation as well. Peter’s curiosity pulled him closer. Bucky’s protectiveness pulled him closer as well, yet he was excited for you to receive a gift from another realm.

The silky ribbon fell to the grass. You looked up at Thor and he gave you a reassuring nod.

Your fingertips gripped the sides of the box, and you lifted it up.

Your eyes fell onto a shining sword. This was one of the most beautiful objects you had ever seen. The blade was shiny and double-edged with a pointed tip. The hilt (handle) was cruciform. The grip was wrapped in a leathery material and the pommel had a large emerald in the middle.

“Woah.” You whispered. You gripped the handle hesitantly as if you didn’t want to disrespect something so beautiful. You lifted it up and a glare of sunlight hit the blade. You saw your reflection in the blade and Thor standing behind you with a proud smile. The sword was about 26 inches long and it fit you perfectly. You looked down in the box and there magically appeared a scabbard (the covering for a sword blade) made out of the same leathery material on the handle. It had a note attached to it.

To defend the defenseless. -Heimdall

Wanda tilted her head and knelt next to you.

‘‘I’m sensing something.” She said.

“This sword… It’s enchanted.” Thor confirmed.

This made Tony, Steve, Bucky, and even you, a little nervous.

“Enchanted… Is it safe?” Bucky asked.

The red magic appeared on Wanda’s right hand as she gently touched yours that was wielding the sword.

“Only if it’s in her hands.” Wanda said with a smile. She was amazed.

Peter dropped to his knees next to you, observing your sword closer.

“Allow me to explain.” Thor announced. “This enchanted weapon… Is one of a kind and over a thousand years old. I’ve gazed at it since I was a child. It chooses its owner. Only someone pure and in need of it can wield this sword. If anyone else tries to use it, it becomes dull and flimsy. It won’t cut anything. In the right hands, it’s supposed to be perfect. When Y/n came to Asgard, the sword sensed her presence. Heimdall says, it glowed. It chooses you, Y/n.”

With that, the sword began to glow a light purple and it subsided.

Everyone gazed at you proudly. You smiled and a feeling of responsibility came over you.

“I’m at a loss for words.” You swallowed. The sword sung as you placed it in its scabbard. Then in its box. You grabbed the box, stood up, and looked at the ground as you walked towards the cabin, feeling all eyes on you.

“Why me? There must be a mistake.” You thought to yourself.

…

You laid in bed thinking about your gift. You were unable to go back to sleep, so you decided to get up for the day. You got ready and before you left the room, you looked at the box again.

“Just one more look before I leave.” You thought to yourself.

You opened the box again. Your heart stopped. The sword was now the size of a pocket knife!

“THOR”’ You cried!

Thor arrived at the doorway within the minute.

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

“Look!” You held up the knife.

“So you can travel with it!” He chuckled.

“How do I get it to be big again?”

“You will it to.”

You nodded. “This is just… so weird.”

“I envy you. I always wanted it for myself. But you deserve it. I hope I get to see you use it one day.” Thor quipped with a smirk.

“Oh… I couldn’t imagine hurting anyone…”

“What if there’s another invasion? You’d want it then.”

“You're right. I must say… just holding it I feel so safe. Like I can defend myself. I don’t need to hide behind anyone. I also feel like I can protect others. I love that feeling.”

Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

“I’m so proud of you sweet Y/n. I know that sword belongs to you and when I’m not here, it gives me peace of mind knowing you have great protection, and now you can better defend yourself.” Thor said.

You hugged his neck tighter.

“When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.”

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs.

“OH NO THOR COME ON!”

“MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving.

His large fingers roughly danced across your belly as you pushed at them yet you couldn’t manage to stop him as he tickled you. You just laid there and took it, laughing weakly. Thor chuckled and finally stopped, pulling you to your feet.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm.

He ruffled your hair.

“Let’s go eat breakfast.”

…

“We’ve got to leave by 11:00am tomorrow.” Tony announced.

There were frowns across the table. You felt a twinge in your chest.

“Well, how are we going to spend our last day?” Pepper asked, a smirk on her face, already knowing the answer.

“Oh I don’t know…” Tony started. “We could relax, play a few card games, swim, ride a few rollercoasters. I don’t know.” He said nonchalantly.

You and Peter looked at each other with wide smiles.

“ROLLERCOASTERS?!” You and Peter shouted in unison.

“We’re leaving here around 10:30.” Tony smirked.

After breakfast everyone scrambled to get ready to go to the amusement park. This felt like the perfect way to spend your last full day. You knew you were going to have so much fun and not have to spend the day thinking about leaving.

You found yourself sitting on the living room floor playing chess with Peter, while Nat sat on the couch behind you, braiding your hair. You were patiently waiting to leave to go to the amusement park.

“Stay still, silly!” Nat said, a bobby pin in her mouth.

“Sorry.” You said, focusing on the game.

You made the last move as Peter cringed. You finally beat him!

“WOO HOO!” You cheered as Nat tied the elastic in your hair.

“Ugggh! Congrats.” Peter groaned. “First you get a space sword and now you win chess. That’s not fair.”

You stood up doing a stupid victory dance.

Peter tackled you down and you landed on his chest. You smiled down at him. Peter gazed into your eyes a second until you felt something snake around your side. You flinched and giggled as Peter grinned. You threw yourself to the ground next to him and began crawling away in an attempt to escape. Peter grabbed your ankle and pulled you to him. He trapped you in his legs as he tickled your foot. You squealed and thrashed but Peter just ignored you.

“PEHEHETER! I CAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” You cried with laughter.

“This is what you get!”

“PLEASE STAHAHAP!”

Peter was surprised to hear that, so he let you go. You launched at him to attack but he brought you up onto his legs as he held your hands. You laughed.

“You can’t do anything up there, can you?” He teased.

You didn’t say anything, you just used one finger to lightly tickle his palm. This made his spidey sense go crazy.

“Ahh!” He whined.

You laughed as he brought you back to the ground. You tackled him in a hug as he chuckled.

You blew a raspberry on his neck making giggles bubble out of his mouth.

“Y/N/N! Plehehehease! Nohohoho!” He laughed.

Peter had goosebumps all over his arms. He tickled at your tummy making you squeal and fight to tickle his tummy back. Your fingers made contact with his tummy and he grabbed your wrist while his other fingers danced across your belly button. You were having a full on tickle fight and it was if you were both losing. You tickled harder and so did he.

“TRUCE!” You both shouted in unison, pushing each other away.

You both laid on the floor laughing.

“I am so excited to ride rollercoasters!” Peter said, his laughter subsiding.

“Me too! I’m ready to hurry up and go!”

“Get in the car then, you dorks!” Bucky said hovering over you both.

You smiled up at your dad. He pulled you up to your feet.

“Your hair looks cute.” He said sweetly.

“Thank you!” You said.

…

You sat in the back with Steve. Sam and Bucky trapped Peter in between them so they could play the video game Tony had programmed onto the screens. You and Steve ignored their bickering. Nat and Thor rode with Wanda and Vis. Tony and Pepper were in the front as usual.

The drive was about an hour and a half. You and Steve talked about your new sword. You explained to him how it shrunk.

“Thor says I have to will for it to go back to its normal size if I need to use it. Whatever that means.”

“That’s really interesting. Let’s hope you don’t have to actually use it anytime soon.” Steve cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

“I just don’t understand…”

“Understand what?” Steve asked.

“Why it… chose… me.”

“Of course it chose you!” Steve said gently gripping your cheeks in his hand, causing your face to squish up. “I know you. You’ll only ever use it for good. You have a good heart and you care about other people.” Steve said proudly

You blushed. “You really believe in me?”

“Aww. I’ll always believe in you, kid.”

“Thanks Steve.” You said.

Steve kissed your nose.

You laid your head on his shoulder.

Confidence built up in your chest. This sword did choose you. Maybe you weren’t meant to just be the young girl the Avengers saved. Maybe you were meant to take part in saving the world with them. Whatever that looked like. This felt like what you wanted to do with your life. Protect people.

…

“There it is!” Peter gasped, catching everyone’s attention.

You looked out the window to see the skyline of the amusement park. Rides soaring high in the air, rollercoasters with insane drops, and a free fall tower that made your stomach turn at just the thought of it.

“We have to go on that one first, Y/n!” Peter said excitedly.

“Yes! But we HAVE to sit in the very front!” You replied.

“She sounds like you.” Steve grumbled to Bucky, making him grin.

“You’re not going to throw up this time, are you Steve?” Bucky chuckled.

Steve rolled his eyes. Sam laughed too, having heard the story of the Cyclone.

It felt like forever for Tony to get a parking spot. Finally you all got out of the van and met up with the others, ready to go into the park together. Bucky lifted you up and put you on his shoulders. When you finally made it through checking and into the park, you and Peter scrambled to the nearest map to look for directions to the tallest, fastest coaster in the park.

The rest of the Avengers followed you through the park to the entrance of the ride.

Tony got the premium fast passes so you guys practically jumped on the ride. You and Peter sat at the very front like you planned. Bucky and Sam got in the seat behind you. To everyone’s surprise, Steve and Tony got on behind Sam and Bucky. You and Peter thought this was the funniest thing ever.

“Come on Thor, get on with me!” Nat said, pulling Thor towards the seat.

“Alright.” Thor said nervously. He wasn't sure what to think about this earthly contraption, but he was brave enough to give it a try.

Wanda made sure everyone was strapped in before she took her seat next to Vision even though the ride worker insisted he knew how to do his job.

The ride worker went through checking everyone and it felt eternity while you and Peter were leaned back taking deep breaths, trying not to sike yourselves out. You and Peter exchanged nervous/excited looks. Peter closed his eyes and he slowly slipped his hand in yours. You smiled to yourself and held his hand tight and that's when the ride pulled out. It went up the hill to the highest drop and you and Peter were giggling all the way up. You peaked through the seats behind you to see Sam had his eyes closed and looked scared to death while Bucky laughed at him.

“You’re literally The Falcon!” Peter teased.

“I’m in control of that!” Sam yelled.

“Here we go!” Peter shouted as you reached the top.

You were so high up you could see for miles and the whole park down below. A breeze blew in your hair. Peter put his hands up and you gripped the handle bar in front of you. You were suddenly slowly being pulled forward and you reached the very tip of the hill. Then the ride began to drop you straight down the steep track. Your stomach dropped as the intense speed rushed through your body and you and Peter screamed like no tomorrow. You finally reached the bottom of the hill and all you could do was laugh and scream as you got jerked around the twists and turns. You finally got the confidence to put your hands up with Peter. Wanda was laughing with Vision. Natasha was laughing at Thor who was screaming like a girl. Tony and Steve were both trying not to throw up, and Bucky was laughing at Sam who was spitting out profanities. The ride came to an end as it pulled back in.

“FINALLY!” Sam shouted.

You and Peter cheered.

Steve and Tony groaned.

“THAT WAS AMAZING! AGAIN! AGAIN!” Thor shouted.

“Anything for you Thor!” The young starstruck workers said, sending the coaster out again.

“NO!” Steve, Tony, and Thor cried while everyone else celebrated.

“Put your hands up on the drop this time!” Peter urged you.

…

After having a blast on three more of the giant roller coasters, everyone decided they were ready to eat. You all got your food and sat at a few tables eating. You and Bucky shared a large Coke.

“We should ride the teacups after this!” Peter suggested, mouth full of french fries.

“NO!” Everyone chorused.

“Bad idea.” Steve laughed.

You and Bucky finished your food, waiting for everyone else (Thor) to finish eating. You were rambling to Bucky about your favorite rides so far.

“I’m glad you’re having fun!” He said sweetly.

“What should we ride next? I want to sit next to you on it!”

“Hmm. How about this one?” Bucky said, wiggling his eyebrows. He pointed at the scariest looking ride at the park. The 300 ft drop tower.

“Oh…” You trailed off.

“You scared?” Bucky teased.

“No!” You fibbed.

“Aww don’t be scared!”

“I’M NOT!”

“Y/n/n! I know when you’re lying to meee!” Bucky said, gripping at your underarms, making your curl in on yourself.

You started to giggle as Bucky tickled your underarms. You instinctively pulled back but he had you trapped good.

“Why are you trying to move away from me? Huh? Oh! Does that tickle?”” Bucky teased ruthlessly.

“N-nohohoho!”

“More lies?! You know what happens when you lie to me! You get tickle time! Is that what you want?” Bucky pulled you onto his lap and held his metal arm under your back as he shook your left rib cage with his free hand. You cackled and blushed, pushing at his hand that was too strong to fight off. Bucky chuckled and leaned down to your ear.

“Why are you fighting me? I thought you liked being tickled!” He whispered, making you absolutely die inside.

“NO!” You shouted, embarrassed.

Bucky just buried his face in your neck and began blowing raspberry after raspberry while his hand repeatedly squeezed your side. Your laughter turned raspy and silent as you practically died of ticklishness in Bucky’s arms.

Bucky sat you up in his lap and acted like nothing happened while you caught your breath and fixed your hair.

“So mean!” You cried, smacking his chest.

Bucky just scrunched his nose at you before kissing your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile and butterflies found their way back to your stomach.

…

You rode many more rides, making sure you had the chance to sit next to everyone on at least one ride. Steve won you a giant stuffed wolf at the high striker. He also got his face painted and wore it proudly. You decided to get yours painted too, as Spider-Man. Once you were done, you tapped Peter’s back as he faced away from you. He turned around and gasped. He had no idea what you had picked.

“I love it!” He said, picking you up and spinning you around.

“Let me get a picture!” Wanda said, pulling out her camera.

You and Peter pressed your cheeks together and smiled. This is probably one of your favorite pictures ever taken.

Wanda had been eating cotton candy all day and definitely had a sugar rush. Thor had been eating all day, and didn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting in lines even with fast passes sometimes.

Tony had become the designated bag holder and constantly looking out to make sure Peter didn’t wander off. Nat was really enjoying this family time and she loved the big rides.

When you finally got on the teacups, you, Peter, Wanda, and Thor sat in one and were spinning it as fast as you could, laughing your heads off, while the rest just sat on the ride not even bothering to spin theirs while they relaxed and chatted, laughing at the four of you who would fly by screaming.

You rode the backwards roller coaster with Tony as you insisted on seeing his reaction. He held onto you and laughed his sweet laughter while you squealed at the backwards drop.

You rode the tall swings with Bucky. You both sat behind Peter and Sam and got in trouble for continuously kicking the back of their seat while waiting for the ride to start.

You sat between Steve and Natasha on the ship ride and Steve would place his hand on your chest when the ride would get to a really steep part to double make sure you wouldn’t fall out.

You and Wanda screamed as you went upside down on the loop de loop roller coaster.

There was one roller coaster that was indoors and was in the dark with flashing lights. You rode that with Thor and cried with laughter at his reactions.

You rode the old bumpy wooden roller coaster with Sam and he swore it was going to break.

There was a water ride that sat 8 people at a time and that was quite funny as you sat next to Peter and Natasha and would laugh your heads off when someone across from you would get splashed. Especially Sam and Bucky.

Finally, it was time for the last ride of the day. The one you’d been dreading. The drop tower. You sat between Steve and Bucky.

“You’re gonna be okay. I got you. Remember, you’re brave!” Steve reassured you.

You nodded as the worker pushed the lap bar in.

Bucky just chuckled at you and squeezed your thigh.

The ride went up and you were actually enjoying the view. It wasn’t new to you, because Peter had brought you up on skyscrapers before.

“Here we go!” Steve said, and with that the ride dropped making you scream while Steve and Bucky just laughed and laughed.

“Oh that was so scary!” You said as the ride slowed.

“That was underwhelming.” Peter said from next to Steve.

“Because you're used to this feeling.” Tony said. “But so am I… Didn't scare me either. Just nearly lost my sunglasses."

…

You climbed in the van, tired and face hot from the sunshine.

“Well, I say that was a great way to end the trip!” Pepper said from the front seat.

Everyone agreed. You and Peter raved about all the fun you had on the rides before you both ended up falling asleep on the way back to the cabin. You dreamt you were holding your shining sword on the rainbow bridge in Asgard. Thor and Loki were with you, teaching you how to use it. When you woke up, you were laying on Steve’s chest. He was also asleep. You pulled into the cabin ten minutes later and everyone climbed out of the van.

“I really want to cool off in the pool!” You said, running in to change into your swimsuit.

“I really want a cup of coffee.” Steve said tiredly. His hair was messy and Spider-Man face paint was smeared on his shirt.

…

Everyone was hanging out at the pool, swimming or chilling in the lounge chairs. You, Peter, and Thor were standing in a circle in the pool joking around.

“Well, this has been fun. I should be leaving here soon.” Thor said softly.

“How soon?” You and Peter asked in unison.

“The sun is setting, so it’s time.” He sighed. “My kingdom needs me to return.”

You felt your heart sink. You thought you wouldn’t have to say goodbye until tomorrow morning. Thor saw the sadness on your face and he brushed his thumb on your cheek. He got out of the pool and began drying off. He put his hand out to wield Mjolnir. You and Peter dried off as well and you put your cover up on. He got Mjolnir and his armor appeared back on his body. He went around saying his goodbyes.

Peter hugged Thor, trying not to cry. He and Thor had become close on this trip.

“Sharing a room with a god wasn’t so bad afterall.” Peter sniffed.

Thor ruffled his hair.

“I look forward to when I see you again, Peter.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, except you. You waited.

Thor turned to you and gestured for you to follow him out to the grass where he would leave.

“Princess…” Thor spoke softly, kneeling to your height.

You looked at the ground, trying your best to fight the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Hey.” Thor cooed, placing his index finger under your chin for you to look up at him.

“You are going to see me again, Y/n. I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Thor reassured, eyes soft. “Who else is going to teach you how to use your new sword, huh?”

Your eyes twinkled.

“You’re meant to be something great. Never forget that, Princess.” He said, almost having to hold back tears himself.

You stood there a moment, wracking your brain for what to say before he leaves. You couldn’t put how you felt into words. Only one sentence came close enough. You placed your hands on his shoulders and sighed.

“I- I love you.”

You finally just let your tears flow.

Thor’s eyes danced with love and he smiled.

“I love you, Princess.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him in a hug as he wrapped his strong arms around your torso. You sat there a minute before he finally stood up.

He stood back, Mjolnir in hand.

“You better not be gone too long! Come back as soon as you can!” You urged.

“...Anything for you, Princess.” Thor whispered, winking at you.

Even with teary eyes, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

And with that, he was gone.

…

You entered the quiet cabin while everyone was still outside. The AC made your feet cold on the wooden floor. You walked upstairs with heaviness in your heart. You entered you and Natasha’s room. You opened the closet to look at your dress Thor gave you and your sword. You picked up what was currently a knife and stood in front of the mirror. You were going to try to will it back to its original size. You stood in a steady stance and began to focus, until something shiny caught your eye in the mirror. You turned around and saw the golden cup with rubies on your bedside table. You placed your tiny sword on the bed and walked over to the cup. There was a note attached to it.

A little something to cheer you up, in case you missed me already. -Thor

You chuckled at the note and took a sip from the cup.

Y/n and Thor’s Memories

Suddenly there was a loud thundering noise and a crash outside. Peter’s eyes widened. You knew that sound. You and Peter raced out to the white front porch.

“Hello roommate! I am here to keep you company and join you all on your… What do you call it? Vacation! Yes! Hahaha!” Thor laughed, referring to Peter as his roommate.

“THOOOOR!” You screamed, running to his arms.He smiled brightly at you, lifting you up in the air before engulfing you in a big hug. You laughed with glee. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever.

“My sweet Y/n. I’ve missed you.” He said, kissing your cheek.

“I missed you so much.”

“So uuuh… You’re going to be sharing the room with me?” Peter asked, shifting in his place, his hands resting awkwardly on his hips.

“Yes! Haha it’s going to be great!” Thor said, tossing his hammer under a tree.

Peter thought “Wow. Sharing a room with a god is pretty freaking awesome. But this might be a disaster.”

Thor rested you on his hip and carried you inside, following Peter.

You waited on the back deck, talking with Thor about his latest adventures when you heard a loud scream from inside, startling you both. It sounded like bloody murder. Both you and Thor leapt to your feet. Thor pushed you behind him and stuck his arm out. VVVWWRAAAUUUMM! Thor wielded Mjolnir in his right hand. It took you a second to realize the scream belonged to Peter. You were scared. You knew this vacation was too good to be true. Some kind of trouble would follow you all here and it would be ruined.

“YOU BURN!” Tony yelled from inside the house. You’d never heard him yell like that. You gripped Thor’s shirt tighter.

“Th-Thor..” You whispered, shaking.

“Shh baby, I’ve got this.” assured Thor as he made his way toward the door.

Suddenly, a sprinting Peter pushed past him. “NOOOOOO!”

Tony followed after him… with a can of sunscreen. You felt as if you just caught your breath. Thor snatched Peter up by the back of his shirt.

“What is this madness?” Thor asked angrily.

“HE’S TRYING TO PUT SUNSCREEN ON ME!” Peter screeched.

“YOU BURN TOO EASILY. I hate to break it to ya Pete, but you’re not stronger than the sun!” Tony shouted, pointing directly at the sun.

You clutched your chest from the fear you had previously endured, but couldn’t help but start giggling.

“It has been a while since I’ve tickled Y/n.” Thor raised his eyebrow at you and a giant swarm of butterflies flooded your stomach.

“Go for it! She loves it!” Steve smirked.

“NO I DON’T!” You defended.

Steve gave you that look and you gave him a shut up shut up shut up look.

“Yes! Get her, Thor!” Tony encouraged.

Thor smirked and slowly stood up. You started giggling nervously, and took off running toward the house. You ran so fast through the grass that your flip flops flew off. You could hear him coming toward you, and right when you reached the steps, he caught you. You let out a scream and he just laughed evilly. He carried you like a baby back to his seat while you pathetically tried to get away.

“What’s the matter, princess?” Thor asked as he walked across the grass.

“Ihihihi aham scahahared!”

“Don’t be scared! I’m just spending time with my Y/n is all! I might make her laugh a bit!” Thor said in a terribly teasing tone.

“Ohohoho noooo.” You whined, super nervous and flustered.

He plopped down with you in his seat and held you while you braced yourself.

“This is a very nice fire, isn’t it.” Thor asked everyone casually, still holding you like a baby.

You looked up at him confused. Did he change his mind? He had a small smirk on his godly face and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. Thor looked down at you and pretended to be shocked.

“Oh! Y/n! Haha I almost forgot! I was going to give you tickles!” He exclaimed and dug his wiggling fingers right into the middle of your tummy. Okay, THAT tickles.

You began howling with laughter and a huge smile spread across Thor’s face.

“Y/n loves tickles!” He exclaimed, still tickling your tummy as you were stuck in his arms.

You didn’t want to get away anyway, but you also did because of how much it tickled.

After a while of tummy tickling, he stopped and you caught your breath, a big smile on your face.

“On Asgard, we have different ways to tickle!” Thor began while you waited anxiously. “Do you know what it feels like to be pecked by a raven? Here, let me show you!” He teased as he began poking and wiggling each one of your ribs, while you squealed with laughter. He chuckled at you.

He continued tickling your ribs for a while until he stopped again.

“Oh and do you know what it’s like when a dragon breathes fire?” He asked.

You shook your head with a nervous smile.

“It’s like this!” He shouted before lifting you up, blowing multiple raspberries on your tummy. His raspberries were the most ticklish ones you’ve ever felt, and his beard added to it. Your laughter fell silent and he stopped again.

“Buck.. Steve… Thor wins.” You said catching your breath, referring to the question they asked you this morning. They both just laughed.

“I win what?” Thor asked.

“Your raspberries tickle the most!” You said bashfully.

“They do?” Thor asked with a grin. “What about my knee tickles?” He began squeezing and scribbling on your knees and you went straight back to squealing with adorable laughter in Thor’s arms, failing to escape the tickling on your sensitive knees. He then began to squeeze your thighs and you laughed like crazy. It tickled so much you thought you might die.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Thor taunted as he now began to dig into your underarms. You fell in and out of silent laughter.

“THOHOHOR! STAHAHAP! THAT TIHIHICKLES!” You shouted through your laughter. This was unbearable.

“It’s supposed to tickle, Y/n/n! I’m tickling you!” Thor said.

“I CAHAHAN’T!” You wheezed.

Thor chuckled and had mercy on you while you caught your breath.

“Would you like for me to stop?” He asked, still laughing along with you.

You didn’t want to say “yes” and you didn’t have the courage to say “no,” so you just kept giggling.

“I’ll take that as a “no!”’ Thor grinned, before reaching down to scribble the bottom of your feet.

You laughed so hard that you had to get him to stop, so you reached up and tickled his neck. He laughed his low, handsome laugh.

“Hey! I’m the one tickling you!” He teased sweetly, before scribbling all over your neck and collarbones. He had tickled you so much that your laughter had become hoarse and he knew you had enough.

“Did that tickle?” He asked with a big smile, while gently tickling your belly button.

“Yehehes!” You giggled.

“Good!” He said, ceasing his tickling and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly, Thor burst through the door.

“Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you.

You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled.

“Thor. I need your help.” You said to the god who was currently relaxing in a hammock. He jumped to his feet.

“Anything for you, Princess!” He said in an up-beat tone, but his face fell when he saw yours.

“I want you to take me to Asgard. I want to go right now.” You almost demanded.

“Now? But what about the others? Wouldn’t you want to tell them?”

“All I need is you, Thor, please. You promised.” You began to cry.

Sorrow and confusion filled Thor’s eyes. He wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do, but he sighed and wielded Mjölnir.

“Anything for you, Princess…”

Thor lifted you up and wrapped you tightly in his arms, lifting the magnificent hammer to the sky.

“Heimdall!”

You clutched your chest in awe. In front of you stood the golden kingdom, and you stepped down onto the rainbow bridge. Tears filled your eyes.

“Thor… it’s more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined. I don’t even deserve to be here.” You awed.

“Of course you do! I have always wanted to bring you here. I knew you’d love it.” He beamed.

“Love is an understatement.” You whispered in amazement, walking on the bridge towards the kingdom.

You and Thor were now sitting out on a balcony off the side of the castle. You both were lounging on a soft, dark purple couch with matching gold pillows, sharing a warm drink out of a fancy golden cup decorated with rubies.

“I think we should stay here forever, Thor.”

Thor smirked, taking the cup from you and setting it aside. “You play too much, Princess.” He growled, tackling you into the pillows, tickling your tummy.

You shrieked in surprise before being consumed in uncontrollable laughter. Thor laughed his low, handsome laugh as he tickled you. You blushed as his large hands wrapped almost all the way around your torso, digging his thumbs into the middle of your tummy.

“Ticklish Princess! That’s what you are!” He stated casually, looking down at you adoringly.

“I AM NOHAHAHAT!”

“Now, now, why are you lying? Tell me!” He teased, slipping his hands under your arms.

Your laughter went up an octave. You tried to thrash around but Thor effortlessly held you in place. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t due to your laughter. Your cheeks and ears burned bright red. Thor couldn’t help but smile at you. He always adored you. You had grown up over the years, but this was something he knew you’d never grow out of.

“THOHOHOR! Nohohoho! Not there!” You shrieked as he wiggled his fingertips roughly (but always gently) into your ribs. You tried to turn on your side, but still, you were stuck.

“Why are you trying to protest? I know you love tickles!” Thor laughed.

You swore you turned like 100 shades redder.

“No! Thahahahat’s not true!!” You shouted through your laughter, flustered.

“Oh, it’s not? Okay, I’ll stop.” Thor said, letting you go and crossing his arms against his chest.

How dare he stop!

You stared at him with a shocked expression, a smile gracing your lips. He sat back, arms still folded, and a sly smirk on his face.

“Hey!” You giggled, scribbling your fingers against his chest.

“Haha! I knew you wouldn’t want me to stop.” He laughed, prying your hands away and latching his hands around your sides, squeezing.

Your bubbly laughter came back and eventually increased when Thor began fluttering his fingers around your neck. You scrunched your shoulders only to trap his fingers.

“Okahahhahay! Okahahay! I cahahan’t take ihihit!” You exclaimed, meaning it this time.

“But I thought you liked it!” Thor teased, tormenting your sensitive neck and collarbones.

“Nohoho!” Your laughter went silent and Thor knew to let up.

You caught your breath while you and Thor leaned back into the pillows facing each other.

Loki swung open a beautiful wardrobe and began shuffling through dresses. Thor began playing with your hair.

“We always wanted a little sister.” Thor admitted.

You smiled at yourself as you watched Thor braid your hair.

“This is the one.” Loki announced, holding up a dress that you couldn’t help but gasp at.

“For me?!” You asked.

Thor and Loki nodded. They left so you could put it on.

You twirled in front of the mirror in your floor length, long sleeved, lavender Asgardian dress. You felt like a princess.

“You look lovely!” Loki said with a clap.

“Thank you, Loki.” You smiled.

“I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours, Princess.” Thor said.

“She had my permission. I wouldn’t have taken her if it wasn’t completely safe.” Thor added.

“You cannot honestly say that it was completely safe.”

“With me? I can honestly say that. If you think I would put Y/n in any harm-” Thor, angry, got very close to Steve.

You smiled at her and jumped to your feet in the middle of the living room in front of everyone, ready to tell them everything.

“SO. Thor lifted his hammer and the next thing I know-” You began excitedly, going into every detail, gushing over the experience.

Everyone smiled, eagerly listening, as you stood in your stunning purple dress telling them the story.

Thor leaned against the wall, beaming with pride. He really loved you and he was proud that he helped you and you were yourself again.

“I’m gonna restart it.” You said for the fifth time.

“I’m sure you’re doing a lovely job, Y/n.” Thor encouraged.

Suddenly, Tony stepped out on the porch. He was nearly ready and you could smell his cologne. You liked that smell.

“Hey Nat, you’ve got a call from Barton.” Tony said, holding up his phone.

“Oh okay, I’ll be right there. Thor, can you finish her hair, please?” She asked, stepping inside.

“Of course!” Thor said, standing up. Your progress on the new braid fell from his hair.

“Aww. That one was looking straighter!” You whined.

Thor chuckled and began running his fingers on the nape of your neck, collecting your hair. It made you shiver and scrunch your shoulders.

“Does that tickle?” He asked with a smirk.

You got butterflies and blushed, but you nodded.

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” He asked, sarcasm in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and let him finish your hair.

When he was done, he picked you up and threw you high in the air, making you shriek. He caught you and you giggled.

“Well, I was going to say we could have a fire tonight, but it looks like there’s a storm coming through the night.” Tony said, catching everyone’s attention.

“WOW. WAIT TO GO, THOR! WAY TO RUIN EVERYTHING!” You joked, making everyone laugh.

“Y/N Buchanan I will fight you in the middle of this restaurant, right here right now.” He threatened jokingly.

You gave him a challenging smirk.

Thor pulled you to the ground by surprise and laid you face up on his chest and held your arms above your head, and wrapped one of his legs around both of your legs.

“Natasha, if you’d like to tickle Y/n, now is your opportunity!” Thor said.

“NOHOHOHO! I’ve been tickled so much today! I can’t take any more!” You lied.

“Sure you can!” Nat teased, dancing her long nails all over your neck.

You laughed for the millionth time today, but Nat’s tickles were different. Her long nails caused a ticklish sensation that Steve or Tony didn’t have. Their tickles were more rough, and hers were gentler, but still would drive you quite mad.

“Nahahat! Plehehehase! Nohohot my neheheck!”

“Tummy it is then!” She giggled, dancing her fingers on your belly under your shirt.

You squealed and laughed while Thor held you in place. He was smiling ear to ear, and thought it would be funny to blow some raspberries on the back of your neck.

“These sides look luscious!” Nat teased, now moving to scribbling your sides.

You fell between your belly laughter and silent laughter, which everyone found very amusing.

Nat was now pinching your hips while Thor squeezed you in a hug and was rubbing his beard on your neck. You just giggled, because this didn’t tickle quite as badly as before, and you were quite loving being loved-on at the moment.

“Y/n… I might be gone for long periods of time, but it’s only because I am needed on Asgard, or elsewhere. It does not mean that I do not miss you. You are so special to me, little one.”

“You’re special to me too.” You launched into his arms and hugged him, making him chuckle.

“Thank you for telling me the truth, Y/n.”

You gave him a small smile and a nod.

“Let’s go to bed now.” Thor said, lifting you up off the counter and setting you down.

Tony allowed Peter to drive the car back to the cabin. You sat in the passenger’s seat and Thor sat in the back. You had all the windows rolled down, blasting music. Peter was singing at the top of his lungs with you. Thor didn’t really know any of the music, but he enjoyed it as he was eating a party size bag of potato chips. It was a great time all the way back to the cabin.

Thor smiled and lifted you up in a hug. You left the sword in the box as Thor carried you out of the room.

You hugged his neck tighter.

“When I am here though… “ He trailed off. “I’m not so sure you can defend yourself.”

“What do you mean?” You asked confused.

“You can’t protect yourself from me!” He teased, laying you on the ground in the middle of the hallway upstairs.

“OH NO THOR COME ON!”

“MWAUHAHAHA!” Thor evilly laughed as he tickled all over your belly and sides.

You just fell into laughter, not trying so hard to fight back. You just loved Thor and you dreaded him leaving.

You blushed and playfully slapped his arm.

He ruffled your hair.

End of Y/n and Thor’s Memories

You opened your eyes and sat on the bed, the happiest feeling danced in your chest. You felt so thankful that you got to make so many great memories on this trip. You heard laughter coming from outside.

You walked over to the open window and placed your hands on the sill. You saw your family surrounding the pool. The sky was falling dark and the string lights and tiki torches were lit. Steve was hanging Peter over the pool by his ankle and everyone was laughing. Tony was getting a fire started in the firepit as Pepper brought out marshmallows, Hershey bars, and graham crackers.

“It’s not over yet.” You whispered to yourself and left your room to join them.

#marvel tickle #mcu tickle #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #bucky barnes tickle #peter parker tickle #peter x reader tickle #bucky tickle headcanons #bucky barnes x reader tickle #bucky x reader tickle #thor x reader tickle #thor tickle #vacation fluffy lee #keeping her fluffy lee

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simplee-dreaming · 2 years

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The New Home

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long for me to write. Thank you to the person who requested it - I hope it's okay!

Word count: 2169

Summary: Nat and Yelena introduce their sister to the Avengers compound after rescuing her from the Red Room

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“Guys. Guys! Shut up a minute,” Nat shouted over the chatter in the living room. Everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to you and Nat.

“This is Y/N.”

“Y/N as in…as in your Y/N?” Bruce asked.

“Yes. This is my other sister,” Nat put her arm around you. You were frozen to the spot, staring at everyone who now had their eyes on you.

“Hi, I’m Clint,” he approached with his hand out ready to shake yours. You stepped backwards and took a sharp intake of breath.

“I don’t think she’s quite ready for human interaction yet,” Yelena said. She took you by the arm and led you out of the room.

“Hey, I’ve known these guys for years, none of them will hurt her,” Nat said, following you out of the room.

“Not many people enjoy being forced to meet so many people at once, let alone us,” Yelena responded. She led you upstairs to your room where you spent the rest of the night.

“Yelena, she’s 23 now. She can handle herself,” you heard Nat tell Yelena on the other side of your door.

“She was under Dreykov’s control for 20 years - longer than the two of us. It’s going to take a while for her to adapt to real life,” Yelena responded.

“I know that, but these guys are family. They will protect her.”

You heard Yelena huff and walk away, Nat calling after her. You sank back into your bed sheets and closed your eyes - not wanting to engage with anyone.

“Good morning.”

You rolled onto your back to find Yelena stood at the foot of your bed.

“What time is it?” You groaned, sitting up.

“9am. Wanted to give you some rest without oversleeping,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Is Nat here?”

“No, she’s in the kitchen.”

“Is everyone with her?”

“No idea. She was alone when I left to come up here but people may have gathered by now.”

You groaned again, flopping back down onto your bed.

“I don’t wanna speak to anyone.”

“That’s understandable. But you’re stuck here now so you’re gonna have to meet them at some point,” Yelena said, somewhat sympathetically.

“How did you do it? First time you met them?”

“Well I tried to kill Clint and think I scarred Peter whilst doing so. But I’ve never been a fan of physical touch.”

“You’ve never been a fan of people.”

“How do you know that? You haven’t seen me properly in 20 years.”

“Since you guys rescued me, I kinda got an inkling that you’re not a people person.”

“What gave that away?”

“The first thing I saw once I was freed, was you beating up the security guards and yelling at everyone.”

“They were trying to kill us! Excuse me for being a protector,” she shrugged. “Besides, Nat’s right. These guys are harmless.”

“I heard one of them killed 80 people in two days.”

“Harmless to innocent people…”

You huffed.

“Come with me?” You asked.

“What, did you think I was going to send you out alone? Even I’m not that harsh,” Yelena said, offering you her hand. You sat up and smiled at her.

“I don’t think you’ll make a great first impression in that nightie though,” she chuckled.

“Oh shit, right.”

You quickly got changed and followed Yelena downstairs, cowering behind her more when you reached the kitchen. You let out a sigh of relief when you found Nat cooking alone.

“Hey you! Breakfast? I made eggs!” She scraped out the last of the fried eggs from the frying pan and set them on some toast.

“I’m not hungry,” you said quietly.

“Today’s a new day, kid. It’s gonna be just fine,” Nat said, reassuringly.

“Goooooood morning!” a cheerful Scott sang as he entered the kitchen. “Ooh eggs.”

He went to grab a plate but Nat slapped his hand away.

“Make your own eggs,” she said.

“Feisty today aren’t we? Sharing is caring!”

Nat glared at him.

“Alright, alright, I’ll make my own. Good morning, Y/N. I hope you slept well?” He asked.

You nodded shyly but went bright red.

“Oh what a beautiful morning. Oh what a beautiful da-” Tony danced into the kitchen. “I didn’t expect anyone to be in here.”

“There’s like 20 people in this house, the kitchen is hardly ever quiet,” Yelena said.

“What’s up with grumpy gills?” Tony asked, gesturing at Nat who was scowling at Scott.

“Scott tried to steal her breakfast,” Yelena informed.

“Ah.” Tony glided over to Nat. “Good morning starshine. The Earth says hello!”

She turned to him and rolled her eyes.

“Really?”

“Okay. Not in the mood for chirpy greetings then. Ah, Y/N, how are you doing?”

“Okay..” you whispered quietly.

“Good! I trust you slept well? Vision is pretty damn good at making beds.”

“Vision?”

“The red robot dude. Very nice…not so good with sarcasm though…” Scott said with a mouthful of toast. “Anywho, I’m going to jump in the shower before Thor does. Heaven knows what he gets up to in there.”

Scott dashed out of the kitchen before Tony said his goodbyes and left you, Nat and Yelena to it.

“Actually, I might have some toast,” you said, quietly. Nat smiled and popped a slice of bread in the toaster.

It was now midday and you felt a bit more comfortable in the compound. Okay, you were basically glued to Yelena’s hip but that’s not the point.

“How are you doing kid?” Yelena asked.

“Okay, I think. Everyone seems nice,” you replied.

“Oi, Buck! I called bagsy!” Sam yelled as he chased Bucky into the living room. You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

“Bagsy doesn’t count unless you can outrun me,” Bucky replied, grabbing the TV remote.

“Nah that’s not how it works and you know it.”

“Slow and steady doesn’t always win the race my friend,” Bucky shrugged.

“Ladies, back me up here. Calling bagsy means you get it first, despite anything else,” Sam turned to you and Yelena.

“Leave me out of your stupid arguments,” Yelena sighed.

“Look, man, all I’m saying is you can call bagsy all you want. But as long as you make the effort to follow it through then it’s yours,” Bucky shrugged again.

“Did the mind control fuck up your brain that much?” Sam snapped back.

You flinched at his words.

“Oi, Sam!” Yelena said sternly.

“What? Oh…oh god, Y/N I’m sorry,” Sam said, clocking the look on your face.

“Nice one, Sam,” Bucky scolded.

“You started it, you prick,” Sam said, agitated.

Tears shot to your eyes and you ran out of the room.

“Maybe you should think about your insults next time,” Yelena said, standing up.

“I didn’t mean it, let me apologise-”

“No. I don’t think she’ll want to talk to anyone at the moment,” Yelena snapped.

“What happened?” Nat asked, entering the room. “Y/N bolted past me but I couldn’t catch her.”

“Ask this genius,” Yelena gestured at Sam.

“I got angry with Bucky and made a comment about his mind control. I didn’t clock that Y/N was also in the room. I’m really sorry,” Sam said, apologetically.

“We’ll go and talk to her and you can apologise when she comes back downstairs. But for now, you two need to stop bickering and sort your shit out,” Nat said.

You heard a light tap on your door as Yelena and Nat slowly entered.

“I can’t do this, I can’t speak to them. I don’t want to be reminded of that place,” you sobbed quietly into your pillow.

“Hey, hey. This is your first setback. Sam didn’t mean what he said, him and Bucky are just an old married couple who argue over everything,” Nat said, sitting beside you.

“Is my mind control going to fuck me up too?” You asked. Nat and Yelena’s heart sank.

“Absolutely not. I mean, look at us, we turned out okay,” Nat said.

“Well, one of us did,” Yelena replied. Nat gently slapped her on the arm.

“Look, Y/N. You’re not a fuck up, nor will you ever be. You were under his control for the longest so it’ll probably take you longer to heal which is absolutely okay. But for now, you’re going to stay at this compound under mine and Yelena’s protection 24/7 so no one can hurt you,” Nat put her hand on your shoulder as a few more tears leaked from your eyes.

“Yeah, no one can ever get past us. We’re known as the monsters of the compound,” Yelena chimed in.

“Monsters?” You whispered.

“Big scary monsters who no one wants to mess with. In fact, even you tried your luck many times as a kid but failed,” she continued.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t remember? Every time you tried to defeat us monsters but you never could. You fell far too weak.”

Nat smiled as she caught on to what Yelena was saying.

“What are you talking about?”

“You always thought you could fight us but little Y/N was never able to,” Nat teased, softly running her hand up your side making your body twitch.

“And every time you begged us to stop but then always came back for more,” Yelena teased, positioning herself at the foot of your bed.

“Guys…” you trailed off, slowly catching on to what they meant.

“You know, Yelena, I think Y/N could use a visit from the monsters. Seems like she needs a good laugh.”

“Couldn’t agree more, sis,” Yelena dragged her nails up your soles and you shrieked.

“Wait…no…”

“Come on Y/N, how else will we make sure you’re truly happy?” Nat asked, walking her fingers up your sides, making you giggle.

“Ready Nat?” Yelena asked.

“Always.”

Both sisters launched themselves at you before you had time to argue. Yelena trapped one foot under her arm whilst she scribbled up and down your soles with her nails. Nat sat by the side of you and tasered your sides and tickled your tummy. Your arms flailed about and you kicked with your free foot.

“Still as ticklish as when you were a kid eh, Y/N?” Yelena teased, her fingers now tickling your toes.

You screamed loudly in response and fell back into a fit of laughter, weakly batting Nat’s hands away and kicking Yelena.

“Now, now, no need for violence!” Nat scolded as she sat on top of you and pinned your arms above your head. “If I remember rightly, your armpits were always your worst spot.”

Nat let go of your arms and shoved her hands in your armpits. You let out a massive scream and bucked as much as you could.

“Yep, still her most ticklish spot,” Nat laughed, turning to Yelena who had now trapped both your feet under one arm and was dancing her fingers across your soles.

“GUHUHUYS AHAHAHA!” You cried, thrashing from side to side.

“Yes?” They both responded in unison. You couldn’t answer as Yelena picked up the speed of her fingers tickling your feet and Nat continued to torture your underarms.

“If you want me to stop tickling your armpits then you’re gonna need to let my hands go!” Nat said but you shook your head violently.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“Well then, you’re just going to have to take the tickles,” Nat sang, though she managed to free one hand and started squeezing your ribs. This elicited more of a reaction from you.

“Damn, Yelena, I think I’ve found another tickle spot - listen to those screams!”

“Now this I need to see,” Yelena let your feet go and joined Nat by your upper body.

“Hold her down,” Nat instructed. Yelena grabbed your arms and held them above your head.

“No no no no please no!” You begged as Nat hovered over your ribs.

“Don’t worry doll, I got to check this out.”

Nat then tasered in between each rib bone and you screamed louder than ever before.

“Damn, that is a bad spot!” Yelena giggled as you tried to thrash under Nat.

“NAHAHAHAT PLEHEHEHASE!” You shrieked in between laughter. She giggled with you and wiggled her fingers across your ribs. You let out one final scream before falling into silent laughter, your face going bright red.

“Okay, okay, I’m done now. Breathe Y/N,” Nat said, ceasing her attack but still giggling. Yelena let go of your arms and you took a sharp intake of breath.

“Feeling better?” Nat asked, getting off you.

“Yeah…” you giggled.

“And hey, if you want we can go and tickle Sam for what he said too.”

��What did he-oh shit, yeah,”

“See, all that tickling made you forget about the bad stuff,” Yelena said, helping you up. “But seriously, most people in here are mega ticklish so we can always attack them if they upset you.”

“Even Vision?” You asked. They both went silent.

“You know, I’ve never thought about that,” Nat replied. She turned to you and smiled, “shall we find out?”

#tickle fic #avengers tickle fic #ler!yelena belova #ler!natasha romanoff #lee!reader

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cantsaythetword · 2 years

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TickleTober Day 8: Haunted House

~A/N - I thought of this fic for day 8 pretty much immediately after creating the prompt list so I'm super hyped for you guys to read it! It's kind of an avengers fic but mostly centered around Peter being the lee.

- Enoy! ~

Tag List:

Masterpost Link || TickleTober 2022 Masterpost Link

Rotten floorboards, creaky hinges, musty smells and the screams of patrons. All part of the joyful experience of a haunted house. There's something rather amusing about the fact that it's safe. There's literally nothing that can hurt anyone (unless there's a particularly jumpy customer who just so happens to take a swing when they get spooked).

And yet there's still something so ominous about them. Something that evokes such primal fear but we can't get enough of it. Peter, Steve, and Bucky were three such adrenaline junkies. Well...

At least Steve and Bucky were.

The youngest of the group was less than pleased with the activity they had chosen for the day. Peter scared easily and he scared BAD.

With the various 'KEEP OUT' or 'DANGER' posters plastered next to the queue, or the repeating signs warning pregnant people or those with heart conditions to avoid the experience, his nerves certainly weren't at ease.

They entered the doorway, instantly hit with a blast of cold air. Goosebumps rippling down their backs, and without even a moment to recover from the deep chill, a violent groan echoed from behind them and two hands reached to grab at the three.

Peter let out a squeal, collapsing in on himself in the clutches of a blood-soaked zombie. Bucky shrieked at the sight, with Steve locking his eyes on the young boy to make sure he was ok.

Instead of the expected wide-eyed traumatized look, Peter had a blush across his face and a smile teasing at the corners of his lips.

The zombie, slightly breaking character after being half-squished by a small superhero, let out another moan. Reaching his hands out to grab at Peter when-

"Nohoho wahahait!" Peter giggled.

The zombie cracked, breaking into a grin.

"Ticklish, huh?" He teased in a very human voice for the costuming (which, if Peter was completely honest, was more odd than the makeup itself).

"Nohoho..."

"Oh he's super ticklish." Bucky teased, tweaking Peter's side sending the boy into adorable giggles. "Give it a try! It's great fun."

"Buhuhucky stahahap!" Peter pleaded, doing his best to hide his face. "This was supposed to be scahahary!"

"Oh there's nothing scarier in a haunted house than a tickle monster!" The zombie smirked, clawing at the kid's ribs and massaging under his armpits.

"STAHAHAHAP!"

"But isn't this better than being scared Pete?" Steve chuckled. "At least you're having fun!"

"LEHEAVE ME ALOHOHONE!"

"It's in my nature buddy!" Zombie man laughed, letting his fingers gentle spider around his ears. "I want braiiiiiiiiins!"

It was an odd sight, watching Spiderman get tickled to pieces by a zombie while captain America and the winter soldier watched. And Peter wasn't escaping any time soon.

#fic #mine #peter parker #tickle fic #TickleTober2022 #TickleTober Day 8 #avengers tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle #this is so short #and so rushed #and also late omg #i swear the weekend ones will be better #im sorry y'all

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amazingmsme · 2 years

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yelena belova + 24 for the tickle asks thing! i just love her so much, my precious ticklish baby 🥰 thank you!

24. A time you were cheered up with tickling after one of your worst days.

I love these sisters so much & I hope you enjoy this lil snippet!

Natasha could read her sister like the back of her hand. She knew when she was happy, sad, angry, playful… so it wasn’t very hard to notice that Yelena was more than a little upset.

She slammed the door when she came in, stomping heavily over to the couch. She practically threw herself down with a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. Natasha walked into the room cautiously, gaging the situation.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

Yelena flared up at her with an unamused expression. “Nothing.”

Natasha offered a warm smile. “Now I know that’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know more than you think,” she said, sitting down next to her sister. “You can either tell me or I can cheer you up. Your choice.” Yelena arched a brow at her. She neglected to choose, so Natasha chose for her.

“Cheering up it is,” she decided, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. Her fingers dug into her side, scratching the soft skin. Yelena spasmed and a small squeak left her before she could clamp her mouth shut.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to fight off the mirth bubbling up inside her chest. “See, you’re smiling! It’s working already!” she cheered. Yelena didn’t hold out for long before she let the laughter flow freely. It felt good to let go after the shit day she had.

“Nahahat dohohon’t!” she squealed, weakly swatting her hands. She sunk into the cushions, leaning into the touch rather than away. She still made a fuss about it though. “You’re bullying mehehehe!” she whined as Nat squeezed both of her hips. She let out a surprised shriek and bucked.

“No I’m not, I’m offering a distraction,” she teased with a gentle smile. “You need it.”

Yelena would never admit it, but she really did. And she was grateful that her sister knew her so well.

#natasharomanofftheposer #asks #fic asks #fic meme #fic game #sentence starters #avengers #avengers tickle fic #yelena boleva #natasha romanoff #ticklish!yelena

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mymelodymia · 5 months

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Tickles // Dad!thor x daughter!reader

summary: your father gets back at you after pranking him.

Warnings: thor being evil >:/

Age: 14

Area/place: asgard.

A/N: I've been obsessed w/ dad!thor recently, pls don't judge me lol. Also it's hard writing a tickle fic when you haven't been properly tickled in probably over 2 years, but i feel most comfortable writing them so...

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

You had just gotten back from visiting the team on Midgard on your own. Your father was lying on his bed, bored, playing with his long blonde hair.

You had also bought a plastic version of his hammer to prank him with.

You walked in wearing an avengers t-shirt, holding the toy in your right hand. Trotting into the large bedroom with an innocent smile on your face.

He sat up quickly to greet you with a childish grin on his face, which immediately fell when he saw you with his "hammer" in your tight grasp.

His eyes flickered between your "hammer" and his own, which had been sitting atop his bedside.

You giggled before speaking "see, told you i was worthy" you smirked as he panted in confusion. You tossed the fake hammer into his lap. He smiled as he realized that it was plastic.

"I got you didnt i?" You asked him, grinning sheepishly to yourself. thor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head atop yours.

He wiggled his fingers on your side causing you to jump. You slapped his fingers away as he chuckled.

"You did. But, i will get my revenge" thor noted in a breathy tone. Your smirk fell as his expression transformed into a mischievous one.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being quickly pulled onto his lap with thors fingers digging into your sides. You screamed various protests to somehow stop your father.

Thor quickly bent down and blew the biggest raspberry he could just above your belly button. You screamed so loud you were sure the whole realm could hear you, and a few others.

"DAAHAHAHAHAHAHDD!! STOOHOAHAHAHPPP!! PLEEHEHEHHHHSSES!! AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA" you spoke, clawing at your father.

"I thought you had outgrown this years ago!" Thor bellowed, he held you still easily, due to your size difference.

Before you know it, your dad was hovering over you and was sitting on your legs, which were kicking frantically to try to escape.

He blew another raspberry on your neck this time as he counted your ribs. You felt your eyes water as you screamed once again.

"Tell me, daughter, where does it tickle most?" Thor asked you, "here?" He added before blowing a quick raspberry on your neck. "Or here?" He asked, blowing a longer raspberry on your stomach, not even giving you time to process his words.

He stopped ticking for a moment so you could answer. "My tummy" you panted in between breaths.

"Good, now i know where to focus." Thor stated as you realized what a mistake you had made telling him this.

"NOO-AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAAHAHHAH!!! DAHADDHEDDDDYYYY PLEAHHEHHAHEHSSESS STOOOPPPP!" you begged as he showed no mercy.

He blew three more raspberrys before letting you go. With tear-stains on your cheeks, you punched him in the shoulder just as lady sif burst through the door.

"What happened?! I thought one of you was being killed! I was halfway across the palace when i heard some blood-curdling scream! D@mn it thor!" She cursed, slamming the door as she shook her head.

You and thor busted into laughter as she walked out.

🩰˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆+•°+💕*°•+

🩰Tags🎀

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover // @yummyangy // @carellmcu // @mariasabanahabanabana //

#dad!thor odinson #Dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader #thor odinson x daughter reader #thor #thor odinson #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #thor love and thunder #lady sif #thor fic #Ler!Thor #lee!reader #x reader #tickles #tickle fic #ticklish reader #tickletorture #avengers #marvel mcu

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ficsandgiggles · 5 days

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How to Win A Tickle Fight (Scarlett Johannson x Florence Pugh x Reader)

Authors Note: this was so fun to write, thank you so much @marinasmarvel for the adorable prompt, I hope you enjoy it 💞

Word count: 1181

Warnings: Cute as fuck

“Hey everyone, welcome back to my channel! Now as you know I am a huge fan of Marvel, and I’ve wanted to try and get some of their incredibly talented cast members on here. Well, today is the day, I am unbelievably honoured to introduce the amazing Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova!”

Scarlett and Florence both slid into view, sandwiching you in between them. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. Your humble self didn’t think that your channel was anywhere big enough to ever get to this point. Yes, you had a few million subscribers, but so did hundreds, if not thousands of other people.

When Florence reached out to you, saying she loved your content and your creative theories, she was eager to be a guest on your channel, so the two of you arranged a date and time for her to come to your place. It was only a couple of days before when she casually said that Scarlett would be joining as the two of them had been hanging out. She wanted to keep it a surprise but blurted it out as she was too excited to hide it from you.

The three of you hung out for a little bit before you started filming, you explained how this could take a bit of time as you had received an overwhelming amount of questions and you’d have to cut out some of the answers, but it was best to cover bases.

Throughout this time, Scarlett and Flo were physically close, occasionally poking sensitive spots if one of them got distracted, you couldn’t help but blush. You purposely chose a question where they asked the two actresses to expand on what specific trust exercises the two did and, more specifically how to win a tickle fight, as it was obvious the two of them got into a lot of them on set.

Even before you started filming, the two were bickering and poking each other, you just rolled your eyes, but there was a small part of you that was jealous, you had watched too many times to count the interviews where Flo would talk about their playful fights and attacks whilst they were filming.

They didn’t know about your upcoming question though, and you were so excited to ask it.

The questions started flowing, they ranged from their favourite on-set snack to their favourite Outset product (of course, Scarlett put a lot of playful pressure on Florence)

Eventually, you decided to drop the question on them.

“So the two of you got up to a lot of mischief during your time filming Black Widow, and a very interesting question was asked someone. What is the best way to win a tickle fight?” You asked with a grin, looking in between the pair. Scarlett looked at you with raised eyebrows, she was a little suspicious that you seemed more than excited to ask that question but didn’t push it for how.

“A surprise attack!” Florence announced and launched behind you to dig into Scarlett’s armpits, making her squeal and slam her arms down against her sides, cackling with giggles.

“FLOHOHO!” She laughed and pushed her away whilst leaning away herself, making the younger actress laugh fondly and move back to where she was sitting.

“Well first of all, you need to get an overly sensitive person.” She said and stared at Florence, who gasped and put her hand on her heart, pretending to be offended.

“I am not that sensitive!” She said, shaking her head. “You just have to find a sensitive spot, like everywhere on Scarlett.”

The two of them bickered for a little bit, you’d jump in with the occasional comment but all in all felt a little bit left out, you enjoyed the gossip of what happened behind the scenes but sometimes you felt like you weren’t in the room with them.

“Or if you’re two against one, you can just do this!” Scarlett suddenly announced and pounced on you to dig into your ribs, causing you to yelp and fall back towards Florence, who pinned your arms above your head with a cheeky smile as she looked down at you. “Hello.” She said casually.

“Nonono, help!” You squealed out, pulling at your hands as you already began giggling nervously, Scarlett looked at the camera briefly before looking back at you.

“I don’t think a camera can help you.” She grinned and already began skittering her fingers all over your sides and belly, as Florence wiggled a single finger under one of your arms as she held them up.

“Guys!” You squealed out, immediately breaking into giggles as you kicked and squirmed about, you couldn’t quite process what was going on just yet but I wasn’t complaining too much, this was a dream come true.

“Hey, you should do what I do to break you,” Scarlett suggested to Florence with a cheeky smile, but Florence simply returned the cheeky smile and stopped your armpit torture, making the other actress roll her eyes and reach over to squeeze rapidly into her side, making her cackle and then drill her thumb into your armpit.

“So I guess you have to experiment with every spot until you find the one that makes them crack,” Florence said casually as Scarlett moved to shake your ribs, making you cackle and arch your back. “That’s a good example.” Florence teased with a fond giggle as you whined in response.

“I'm right here!” You squealed between fits of giggles, shaking my head as you tried to kick out.

“Hm, another thing we used to do is raspberries, like all the time,” Florence added with a smirk as Scarlett grinned, watching as Flo leaned down towards your neck. “Oh, that’s cruel.” She told Florence before the young actress blew a huge raspberry on your neck.

“FUHUHUHUCK!” You screeched with laughter, kicking and shaking your head as Scarlett shook into your belly. “No swearing, Y/N! You may get demonetised!” Florence giggled along with you but noticed your laughter go silent and let you go.

Scarlett pulled you into a hug and turned to face the camera. “And that, lovely audience, is how you win a tickle fight.” She announced proudly as Florence joined in with the hug, sandwiching you into a cuddle between them.

“Thank you for watching everyone and we hope you have taken in some valuable lessons from this to wreck others if you need to. Say goodbye, Y/N before we wreck you again off-camera!” Florence grinned enthusiastically and squeezed your side to prompt you.

You blushed madly, looking into the lens of your camera. “Enjoy making edits and memes of this, I’ll see you in the next video…” you murmured, all flustered and shy.

Scarlett reached and turned the camera off, smiling fondly at you. “I think it’s time for a real tickle fight now.” She grinned, as she and Florence dragged you to your bed, you took in their lessons and you had a fun and fair tickle fight, and it was one of the best moments of your life.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #ler!scarlett #ler!florence

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gigglymarvel · 5 days

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From Strangers to Sisters

Final Chapter - Smiles Into the Sunset

We have decided to wrap up our series! We hope you’ve enjoyed it, we loved writing it ❤️

“I can’t believe we have to leave now...” Yelena commented as she sat down on the couch, full from the buffet they had. “It has gone so quickly.”

Wanda nodded as she sat on the other couch, sighing sadly. She had enjoyed her time with the three other women, and she felt that everyone was going to go their separate ways after this was all over, and this upset her a lot.

Kate flopped next to Yelena, "Almost as fast as you just ate that food," she chuckled but felt bittersweet about it too. The blonde rolled her eyes and shoved at her.

“Oh shush, the food was great, was it not?” Yelena asked, pouting and folding her arms. The brunette poked her side, "Of course it was," she giggled cheekily and then kept poking Yelena.

Yelena flinched, biting her lip as she wiggled away from her. “Y-yes so quit itâ€¦.”

Nat noticed Wanda's demeanour and sat next to her, "Hey, what's got you down sweet girl?" She asked as she put her arm around the younger woman.

“I don’t want to go” she whispered, biting her lip.

The redhead hugged the witch, "I know sweet girl, I'm not ready for it to be over either, but now we all know each other right?"

Wanda shrugged. “Yeah, but what if everyone just wants to go their separate ways? Then everyone will ignore my existence again.”

Nat hugged her even tighter, and Kate noticed Wanda getting emotional so she turned and hugged her too, tapping Yelena to do the same.

The Widow had an idea, and fluttered gently into Wanda's belly, "What if we make a promise hm? A swear that we all have to be here for each other and if anyone remotely forgets, needs cheering up or gets distant, we all wreck them?" She smiled fondly, "And you my dear Wanda need cheered up."

Wanda shrugged, covering her belly a little as she tried hard not to giggle. “M-maybeâ€¦” she murmured as she curled up a little.

Kate grinned, "C'mon Yelena! Let's get her!" And then helped Nat by shaking lightly into Wanda's ribs, making the witch squeal and curl up, shaking her head as she eventually broke into giggles.

The blonde rolled her eyes but understood why Wanda was so sad, she hadn’t felt this peaceful for a while, and she didn’t want to go back to her crazy life.

Nat smirked and poked Yelena's sides, "Lena," she winked, "Do you need tickled too?" She asked the blonde, who shook her head. “Nonoâ€¦”

"Are you suuuure?" Nat smirked and shook her ribs gently.

Kate fluttered up and down Wanda's belly, "Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo little witchy woooooo!" She teased, making Wanda giggle helplessly and curl up. “Nohoooo!”

"Awww there we goo Wands! We've got you see! No matter what you'll always have us, love andâ€¦" she grinned and pulled up her top to raspberry her sides, "Raspberries!!"

The witch yelped and squealed out, shoving her shirt down before Kate had the chance to do anything. “Nuh uh, none of those!” She protested as Yelena gasped and bit her lip. “I am positive.”

Kate chuckled, "If they don't tickle then why are you afraid, big bad witchy?" She asked, looking over at Nat, who grinned at her sister.

"Nah, you need the tickle monster!" The Black Widow announced spidered up into her armpits, causing the blonde to yelp and slam her arms down. “Nonono I do not need that silly thing.”

"No?' The redhead grinned and squeezed Yelena's sides just above her hips, causing her to yelp and hold her sister's hands away. “Found the spot?” The redhead asked fondly.

Yelena shook her head. “Nope, never, just looking at the time, we should get going?” She tried.

“Not till I find your smile,” she insisted. Yelena just groaned. “We have to goâ€¦”

“Then get up,” she giggled fondly at Yelena, who nodded and stood up. “There we go, we can leave now.”

“You still need to have your smile found," Nat smirked fondly.

Wanda tried to keep her cool. “Me? Afraid? I’m not afraid of anything.”

"Oh? Then why won't you let me raspberry you Wands?" Kate asked cheekily as the witch shrugged and folded her arms over her belly. “I am sure it’s too much effort for you”

“I'm like, an overgrown kid, it's no effort,” Kate smirked and bounced her fingers along the witch’s sides, smiling as Wanda whined and let out a few giggles. “Quiiiit!”

“I win!” Kate giggled fondly, making Wanda roll her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

The raven-haired archer hugged the redhead fondly. “Ok, let’s go,” Wanda told her after hugging Kate back.

“But Yelena still needs to smile,” Kate said, pouting. Yelena just shrugged. "I am fine, it is time to go."

Kate hugged Yelena and nodded, “If you're sure.”

Nat rubbed Wanda's back, still with one hand on her sister, “Are we all packed and ready?” Yelena nodded silently as Wanda used her magic to float everyone’s bags back to the RV, taking one last look at their hotel suite sadly.

Kate frowned and then clung to everyone, “Hey, the trip is over but our relationships aren't!”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “That is the most cheesy thing I have ever heard you say, Kate Bishop.”

Kate grinned up at her, “Good!”

Nat laughed fondly, “Little Kate is right,”

Wanda bit back a chuckle. “So shall we all link arms and skip off into the sunset?”

Kate beamed at that, “YES!” But Yelena just face-palmed herself.

“She was being sarcastic.” She murmured and got into the RV.

Kate furrowed her brow for a moment, but then shrugged, “Well either way,” she smiled and followed Yelena, while Nat just chuckled, “Play nice you two!”

Yelena playfully shoved at Nat, squeezing Kate’s sides to put a smile on her face before getting comfortable on the top bunk bed that was in the RV, with Kate on the bottom and Wanda and Natasha curled up on a couch each.

The auto drive soon kicked in to take them all home, it didn’t take long for the drive to rock them to sleep, completely exhausted from their time away but feeling thankful that it happened. They built memories for a lifetime and a sisterhood they can always lean on.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish!yelena #ler!wanda #ler!nat #ticklish!kate #ticklish!wanda

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Battle of the Best

Request: "Can you do a fic where the reader is teasing Yelena about how ticklish she is. And then claims to not be ticklish, but is only is certain spots? Btw, really love your fics."

Note: Thank you for this fic request and the kind words! I'm sorry it took so long but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1464

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“I’m booooored…” you complained, lying across the couch in the living room of the Avenger’s Compound.

“Y/N, why don’t you keep Yelena company? She’s bored too and I have some work to do, so I can’t entertain you two children,” Natasha suggested in a teasing tone.

“We are not children,” Yelena interjected, as she had just entered the room.

“Uh huh,” Natasha said, quirking an eyebrow.

“C’mon Y/N, Natasha has made me your babysitter for the day,” Yelena said, grabbing your hand to lift you off the couch.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, since we’re two children, we’re going to the park today,” Yelena declared, as you giggled.

“The park? Where all the little kids are?” You asked skeptically.

The blonde nodded, quickly escorting you out the door.

A short walk later you arrived at the playground area, which was recently renovated. Luckily for you two, there were no people or little kids at the playground.

“Oh look, they added gymnastics bars!” You said excitedly.

“Wanna have a competition?” Yelena said, a small smirk forming on her face.

“Whatever it is, you know I’ll beat you at it,” you retorted back.

“We both hang from the bar and see how long we can stay on. Whoever stays on the longest wins,” Yelena explained.

“How is this a competition exactly if we know I’m gonna win?” You asked, with a cheeky little grin.

“The catch is…you can do anything to make the other person fall,” Yelena added.

“Pffsh, okay blondie. That won’t help you win you know,” you said cockily.

“We’ll see you little butt,” the blonde replied.

“You go first,” you said to Yelena.

“I’ll set the world record for longest hold,” the blonde assured you.

Yelena clung onto the bar, hanging loosely without her feet touching the ground. You started the timer and it began counting up. You slowly walked over to the blonde, smirking evilly.

“I know you think you have this in the bag, but I have a trick up my sleeve,” you said, grinning in her face.

“And what would that be?” Yelena asked.

You wiggled your fingers teasingly, as the blonde’s eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

“Y/N, NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Yelena shouted.

With that, you began tickling her armpits, making her thrash around and laugh. She was stubborn, and you knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

“I’LL NEHEHEHEVER DROHOHOP,” she shouted, as you giggled at her reaction.

“My goodness, you’re so ticklish. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive,” you teased, which only made the blonde blush and laugh harder.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE,” she laughed, kicking her legs to try to keep you away.

You quickly grabbed her legs, yanking both of her shoes and socks off to expose her bare soles.

“Uh uh uh, no kicking,” you said teasingly, while you began to rake your nails over her soft feet.

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE,” she squealed, still barely holding on to the bar.

“You might set a record, but instead you’ll set it for being the most ticklish person on earth,” you teased,” as she just shook her hand and continued to laugh hysterically.

You tickled underneath and between her toes, knowing this was a sweet spot. The blonde let out a shriek of giggles, as you eventually released her foot. Yelena was still holding on by a thread.

“Not giving in are you?” You asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Never,” she said breathlessly.

“Really?” You asked, now squeezing away at her sides, which she immediately went to protect, as she dropped down on the soft surface beneath her. You followed her down, quickly pinning her arms and continuing to tickle her sides.

“Y/N! STAHAHAHAP IHIHI ALREHEHEADY DROHOHPPED,” she cried out, as you just shrugged and continued tickling her. Eventually you let her go, having mercy on the cocky blonde.

“You..are..such…a jerk,” Yelena managed to get out, still breathing heavily and recovering from the tickle torture.

You looked at the timer and saw that she had lasted 5 minutes.

“You really think this will be in the record books?” You asked teasingly, as Yelena retorted by giving you a soft poke on the side.

“Nice try, but I’m not ticklish,” you said, giving the blonde a side squeeze, which earned you a yelp.

“Sure, Y/N. I totally believe you. Now get up on that bar,” Yelena insisted.

You hoisted yourself up, hanging the same way the blonde did. You had decent arm strength, so lasting more than five minutes seemed like a piece of cake for you.

Yelena immediately picked up your feet, taking off your shoes and socks the same way you did. She began to scribble up and down your feet, expecting the same reaction out of you that happened to her. However, you didn’t feel a thing, much to your pleasure.

“Nice try blondie. I told you I wasn’t ticklish and you didn’t believe me,” you said, rubbing it into your face.

“Y/N, everyone is ticklish and has a secret spot. I’ll find yours,” she said evilly. Part of you panicked inside but you would never let that show. You tried your best to concentrate and block any other sensation on your body.

Yelena moved up, lightly tickling your calves, knees, thighs, and even your hips and sides. None of those spots even got you to crack a smile, much to Yelena’s frustration.

“What can I say? I have nerves of steel,” you said triumphantly.

Yelena rolled her eyes, but was determined to not give up. She slowly moved her fingers up to your ribs, pausing for a second, before digging her fingers between your ribs. Your eyes widened, not expecting this sudden, overwhelming sensation. You clamped your mouth shut, desperate to not let out any giggles. Unfortunately, Yelena was a spy and could pick up on even the smallest of details.

“Oh? Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you…ticklish?” The blonde teased, digging in between even more aggressively, causing you to jolt.

“Y/N, just laugh. You know you want to,” Yelena said.

“N-n-ehehverrr!” You replied, letting a small giggle slip out.

“I heard that Y/N. Come on, I’m only gonna get you worse if you resist,” Yelena said evilly.

“Yelena! Stop tickling mehehehee!” You giggled, as fingers sped up.

“Nah.” With that, she dug in full force into your ribs, causing you to shriek with laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” You squealed, as Yelena grinned at you.

“Silly Y/N, that’s the point. It’s supposed to tickle for super sensitive people like you,” Yelena teased.

“IHIHIM NOHOHT SUPEHEHER SENSIHITIHIVE,” you shouted, desperate to drop down.

Yelena moved up to your armpits, earning a whole new fresh wave of laughter.

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you screamed, as you dropped down from the bar, Yelena catching you before you hit the ground.

“Thanks,” you said, as Yelena smirked evilly.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, as she pinned you on your stomach.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Yelena asked.

“Nowhere! Now let me go!” You said, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

You felt the blonde slip her hand underneath your shirt, as she began to softly rake her nails over your back. You lost any and all control.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEASE ENOUGH!” You cried.

“You can never have enough tickles, Y/N. Plus this is what you get for lying you little brat,” Yelena commented. Her nails continued to torment over your upper and lower back, making sure to dip into your sides and the back of your ribs. Your feet kicked in desperation, as the blonde began to tickle the back of your neck, one of your weakest spots.

“PLEHEHEASE LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO AHAHAHA IHIM GONNA PEHEHEEE,” you shouted, as Yelena finally let you up.

“This will teach you to one, not lie, and two, don’t think that you can beat me in any competition,” Yelena said teasingly.

“You’re still way more ticklish than me,” you retorted with a playful glare.

Yelena raised an eyebrow and moved towards you again.

“WAIT NO! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHCK!” You scream-laughed as she gave you another quick rib tickling.

“Oh my gosh, that spot is bad,” you whined.

“That’s a good thing,” the blonde responded, as you rolled your eyes.

Yelena checked her timer and realized it had been running the whole time.

“Guess that means I win,” you said cheekily.

“No it does not! You definitely fell way before me, I just didn’t stop the timer,” Yelena said.

“Guess that means we’ll need to have a rematch, right?” You said, as you both shared a grin, and the blonde nodded in agreement.

With that, round two of tickles and laughter began, and you two were definitely no longer bored.

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tickles-in-ficland · 1 year

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I’m on a Chris Evans kick lately 😂 Enjoy this short fic!

Undeserving

Summary: Feeling unworthy of being with someone just named “The Sexiest Man Alive” Chris shows Y/N just how deserving they are. Ler!ChrisEvans x Ticklish! GN!reader

Word count: 1,241

You were so proud. Truly you were. You were beaming with pride. Your boyfriend, your love, your best friend in the world had just been named “Sexiest Man Alive 2022” You always knew he was sexy, as did everyone else but now it was official. Even with all the excitement surrounding him, a tug of guilt and self deprecation was eating away at you.

What did you to deserve this man? You were decent looking you supposed, and Chris often told you how beautiful he thought you were but it wasn’t why he fell in love with you. Even still you didn’t feel like you deserved him. You two were introduced through his brother. Your niece went to school with his and you had hit it off instantly. Not only was he an amazing person who made laugh, and made you feel more loved than you ever had, he could literally have any super model he wanted, what made you special?

The internet didn’t help either. Normally internet trolls didn’t bother you, but people could be really mean out of jealously. An average girl with an A lister like Chris Evans? Who even is she?

You bit your lip as you scrolled through your instagram comments, a tear threatening to fall from your beautiful Y/E/C eyes.

Y/N is so average looking. Chris deserves someone who’s as good looking as he is.

Why is he with Y/N? A 2/10 at best. Someone that sexy should be with a 10/10

Y/N’s not even that cute. He would be happier with someone of his status. Y/N is probably only with him because he’s famous.

“Hey sweetheart.” you heard Chris’ smooth deep voice call from the doorway to the bedroom.

Not wanting him to see me that you were about to cry you quickly wiped the tear that threatened to fall. “Hey baby.” you said plastering on your best forced smile.

Seeing right through the facade, Chris’ brow furrowed as he sat next to you on the bed.

“Hey. “ Chris whispered quietly, tipping your chin to look at him, your eyes now brimming with tears. “Baby what’s wrong?”

You sniffled. “N-nothing. I’m fine.”

Chris shook his head. “No you’re not fine. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You sighed, turning your phone so he could see what you were looking at. Letting out a deep sigh, Chris tossed the phone to the side and took your hands in his.

“Baby, you can’t let those trolls get to you. They are miserable people who like tearing others down.”

“Bu-but they’re right. I don’t deserve you. You’re this big movie star, the sexiest man alive according to literally everyone and rightfully so, and I’m just a nobody from a small town in Massachusetts. You deserve someone in the same league.”

You tried standing up but Chris gently guided you to sit back down.

“Firstly, it’s just a title. It means nothing at the end of the day. Secondly, You are not a nobody. You are the best person I’ve ever known. I never wanted to be with someone who was equally as known as me. I always wanted someone down to earth who could be my safe space from all that. You are that safe space baby.” he said stroking your cheek adoringly.

“And as far as your looks go, I think you are absolutely stunning and I find it hard to take my eyes off of you. But it’s not why I’m with you. You’re kind, compassionate, caring. You make me laugh with your goofy antics and your cheekiness. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried.”

Now wracked with sobs, you fell into his arms as Chris stroked your head gently, as your body shook with your cries. After a moment you sat up, sniffling and looked at your boyfriend who was staring so adoringly at you.

“I thought I didn’t deserve you.” you whispered wiping your tears.

“We deserve each other.” he said planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin slightly to meet his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, pulling him close and tight wanting to savor every moment.

“Mmm.” Chris smirked pulling away from the kiss. “Now that’s more like it.”

You giggled slightly as you leaned back on the bed.

“There it is.” Chris smiled warmly. “There’s my favorite smile. Let me see it again.”

Your eyes sparkled with playfulness as you sat up and shook your head. You knew where this was going and you secretly hoped for it.

“No?!” Chris asked. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of that.”

With a gentle shove, you fell backwards on to the mattress. You turned your body slightly to try to scramble away but with a swift tug at your ankle, you were right back where you started.

“Chrihihis! Nohoho!”

“But I want to see my beautiful love’s even more beautiful smile.” He chuckled, his own beautiful smile taking up his whole face.

“Come oooon. Where is it?” he asked poking up and down your sides.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to push away the tickly sensation running through your body but nothing was working.

“Bahahbe! Plehehease!” Sporadic bubbly giggles spilled over as Chris began digging more forcefully into your sides and over your tummy. You batted at his hands weakly, a smile tugged at your lips as you attempted to suppress your laughter.

His eyes narrowed at you playfully. “Come on Y/N. Tell me where your smile is or this is going to get worse for you. I see it peeking out but I want the full smile. I know you can do it.”

“Nehehever!” you scoffed with a laugh.

“Oho! Nehever? Challenge accepted.” he declared.

Before you could say another word, his thumbs began to drill into your death spot. The crevice between your hips and your thighs. A scream of a belly laughter rang throughout the room.

“Hey!” Chris cheered as he continued his tickle attack. “There it is!”

“NAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” you laughed in ticklish agony. This spot was the absolute worst and Chris knew it.

“GOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHLSE!”

“But I finally found your beautiful smile baby. I’m not letting it get away again.”

“FIHIHINE! IHI AHAM SMIHIHILIHING!” you said plastering the biggest, cheesy smile you could muster.

Leaning down and blowing possibly the biggest raspberry possible in the crook of your neck, your laughter turned silent and it was then Chris knew you had enough.

He sat up with a smile watching you take deep, hungry breaths, your bright bubbly laughter still lingering as the ticklish sensation had not worn off.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re undeserving of my love. Understood?” he asked helping you sit up.

A now real and genuine smile graced your face. “Yes Captain.” you said saluting him as a tease to his role as Captain America.

With a playful growl, he once again tackled you to the bed. With a surprised yelp, you giggled as you pulled him down to capture his lips with yours.

Breaking from the kiss for a moment he held your cheek in his palm. “I love you Y/N. With all my heart and more.”

“I love you too Christopher. Always and forever.”

“Always and forever.”

His lips once again crashing on top of yours, he showed you all the ways he loved you and never again did you believe yourself to be undeserving.

#mcu tickle #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish reader #tickle fluff #avengers tickle fic #lee!reader #chris evans tickle #ler!chrisevans #tickle fic #chris evans

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The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider

As you can read above, I've got a prompt. I took the liberation to alter it since I'm not comfortable writing "reader insert" fics, so here you go with some Bucky, Steve and Peter being dorks and bonding over snow I guess?

Summary: It takes some level of boldness to attempt a snowball assassination of Captain America and the former Winter Solider, but someone has to be the one to throw the first snowball and step onto the thin line that divides braveness from recklessness.

(Or, how Peter thought it would be fun to annoy two super soldiers)

"On your left!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

Bucky grimaces at Steve's voice penetrating his ear, breaking the peaceful silence. He blinks a straying snowflake out of his eye before glaring at the back of Steve's head. When did the punk catch up to him? He doesn't try to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at his friend speeding up to jog a few meters ahead, shoulders shaking in poorly hidden laughter. Bucky should have shoved Steve out of the cold and locked the door like Sam suggested when the other asked if he wanted to join him on the running track. The snow-covered running track, he might add. Bucky effortlessly catches up to Steve and shoves him, snickering as it causes the other to stumble, clearly unprepared for getting hit in the side by solid vibranium. Steve huffs, quickly collecting himself before starting to level up from his jog to straight-up running, passing Bucky but not without pushing him in retaliation.

Yes, they are very mature for their age.

"I liked you better before the serum. You've become a show-off, Steve!" shouts Bucky after him before he starts falling into a faster pace.

"Someone's gotta keep you in check, Buck," answers Steve, and Bucky frowns at the smug grin the blond's carrying. It is just like back then, Steve acting like a little prick. Not that he wasn't happy he could actually go for a run with his friend without the anxiety of an upcoming asthma attack sitting in the back of his mind. Steve just got a little too overconfident for Bucky's taste.

"Like the little punk he is," mumbles the man as he watches Steve running, probably sporting a grin like usual when he gets to pass Bucky. He played with the thought of running up and shoving the man into the piles of snow lying next to the running track. He decides against it. Being friends with the man for years, Bucky figures it would end up in petty revenge plotting, and he didn't want to spend much more time in the snow than he needed to.

"You're not sleeping, are you, Bucky?" teases Steve, still running in front of him. They are reaching the end of the track when Bucky feels the overwhelming need to throw a snowball at his friend's head. Bucky bends down mid-run and collects a handful of white fluff from the ground, skillfully forming a dense ball. He was acting childish, but damn it, his toes felt like they froze off. Steve deserves at least that for dragging him outside at six in the morning at 24,8 Fahrenheit. Just because he was frozen once doesn't mean he enjoys staying out in the middle of winter in the daytime when the sun decides to grace the horizon. The man straightens up, hand drawn back and ready to smack his little work of art against Steve's back of the head when someone beats him to it.

The ex-assassin's eyebrows shot upwards as he only caught the movement from the corner of his eyes. Before he could call for Steve to watch out, the snow projectile already hit its goal, the force great enough to let the ball crumple into pieces. Bucky grimaces in sympathy as a fair share of snow runs down the blond's neck and into his sweater, probably completing its mission to soak the backside of his shirt with icy water and causing it to stick against his skin in the most annoying way possible.

A thick silence settles onto the running track as Steve's hand slowly reaches upward to get the snow out of his hair and off his skin. Blue eyes cold as ice pin Bucky in place. Bucky finds himself backing away slightly.

"So that's how you like to play, sore loser," says Steve, but the glint in his eyes betrays the soft tone of his voice. Bucky let out a short cough. Not because he was trying to buy some time and avoid answering Steve.

It's not like he was intimidated by that punk or anything.

Bucky inconspicuously glances towards the compound, measuring the distance between himself and the entrance. He drags his eyes back to the blond.

"Steve, I swear that wasn't me."

Steve gives him a pointed look.

"And what's that?" the other asks, nodding towards him. Bucky looks down and draws his eyebrows together as he catches sight of his hand still holding onto the snowball.

Well, that certainly looks misleading.

"I know how this could come off as, but-"

"Good, we are on the same page then, Buck." interrupts Steve.

Bucky swallows as the blond starts pulling his sleeves up and going as far as to crack his knuckles. Oh, that dreaded smile. That smile tells you Steve Rogers wouldn't let go of this. Why did he have to befriend this punk again? If anyone asks, Bucky denies having taken a step back. He tries again to reason with his friend, squinting his eyes as Steve bends down to grab a fistful of snow.

"Steve, I didn't throw that thing."

"And I'm not about to push you face-first into the snow."

Bucky let out a frustrated groan. Steve was already closing the gap between them, and he wasn't close to taking a listen to his reasoning. It leaves Bucky questioning, where did that snowball even come from?

Bucky was too old to wrestle in the snow. Literally. Why did this kind of thing have to happen to him? The man holds his hands up in defense, ready to go and push the other off if he needs to, when another snowball flies at the pair of super-soldiers.

This time, it hits Bucky.

Right in the face.

The explosion of ice transforms into cold wetness trickling down his jaw, chin, and neck before sickering into the fabric of his training shirt as the snow melts instantly on his slightly above-human-average heated skin.

Without a word, he slowly reaches upwards and wipes the snow that has begun to melt out of his eyes. His face turns into a deep scowl as Steve's hearty laughter carries over to him.

"Stop laughing. I swear, I shove this in your face, Steve!"

Bucky narrows his eyes at the blond, still holding onto the snowball and contemplating throwing it in the blond's face but deciding against it. Before that, he has to figure out who would dare to throw a snowball at him. Bucky had to give the silent shooter credit. It took him a few moments to spot him. If it weren't for the slight color difference of the light gray accent on the guy's shoes, he wouldn't have spotted him in his thoroughly white outfit, blending in quite well into a blanket of snow. Successfully creeping up and keeping out of sight from not one but two trained super-soldiers was not an easy feat. Steve is busy chuckling when Bucky slowly puts a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Steve raises an eyebrow, and Bucky slowly turns his head, jerking it towards their silent visitor. His friend catches on quickly, and Bucky can tell by the minimal widening of Steve's eyes that the latter has spotted the hidden shooter. The two soldiers held a wordless exchange of glances and came to a silent agreement before Steve let the snow fall from his hands.

"Let's go back inside. It's too cold if we're only standing around."

"Sure. Wouldn't want you to turn into Stevie the Snowman."

Steve rolls his eyes before walking up to Bucky, sending him a silent nod.

They start walking, pretending to end their little workout, and leave the running track. Steve's eyes hang on the lump of "snow" lying next to the track as they approach from the side. When the two reached the same high as the uninvited visitor, Bucky's left foot took a side step, shifting as he twisted his hip, repositioning his body weight. In a split second, his metal arm shoots forward, throwing the snowball with all his might at the person lying in the snow. The two men watch with more fascination than surprise how the well-camouflaged figure rolls to the side with a shriek, snow-projectile hitting and leaving a rather impressive hole in the snow pile where the person's head had been a moment before. The previously silent attacker is quick on his feet. His move to the side brought a small distance between him and the soldiers before coming to a halt in an uncannily familiar crouching pose. The person who had successfully kept their identity hidden until now slowly raises their head. Steve's lips twitch upwards on instinct while Bucky narrows his eyes at the sight of brown curls hanging over equally brown eyes that sparkle in a mix of unmistakable mischief and amusement.

"Hey, Steve. Hi Bucky."

Peter has the nerve to give a small cheeky wave in their direction, still crouching and looking not an ounce apologetic. The two adults watch, with slight confusion, how the teen's positive expression changes into a frown, leaving the two adults confused about what could have caused the sudden change in Peter's mood. Bucky watches him slowly straighten from his position on the ground. He wants to roll his eyes as he feels Steve twitching next to him, the worry-wart. He can sense Steve's need to ask the kid what was wrong. Peter surprises them by drawing closer to them, towards Bucky, to be more specific, a frown still present on his young face. Before Bucky can react, Peter stands on his tip-toes and reaches his hand out to carefully peel a crumble of snow out of a stray set of Bucky's dark hair. Brown eyes narrow at the sight of the snow in his hands before they settle on Bucky. The teen tilts his head to the side, almost as if he were confused if it weren't for the minuscule twitch of his lips, giving his poorly hidden amusement away.

"Sorry, you've got some snow there. Steve got you good, huh?"

Bucky's fists clenched at the sound of suppressed laughter from the blond to his right. He elbows Steve in the side before he glances back, only to meet the face of a mischievously grinning Peter Parker. He swears that kid is full of shit. But Bucky will be the last to laugh today after he shoves that kid in the nearest snow pile. He feels a grin tugging on his lips at the panic taking over the teen's features as he strides forward, right into Peter's personal space, ready to grab him.

His plan doesn't work as the teen, in one swift movement, manages to dive under the incoming metal arm that took a swing at him. With ease, the vigilante emerges behind the older man, a winning grin painting his features. But the euphoria of escaping a pissed-off Bucky Barnes lasts only a moment. Bucky grins as the teen lets out a shout of surprise at the pair of very fleshy and muscled arms, almost tackling him to the ground.

The ex-assassin turns around, a taunt for the Spider sitting on his lips, but the words couldn't leave his mouth quick enough before the kid began moving again. Steve didn't know what was coming for him, as from one moment to the next, the Spider-Teen vanished from his vision by jumping up. Peter skillfully escapes the bear hug about to send him to the ground by leaping and pulling his feet up to his chest mid-jump, feet hovering over Steve's head for a moment. Steve grunted in surprise as a foot set down on his shoulder, and he could only glance up, catching a smug grin that the teen had to have learned from none other than Stark himself. Bucky could only watch how his best friend gets abused as the kid's personified springboard, Peter setting a foot down on Steve's shoulder and pushing himself forward to perform a neat somersault over the blond's head. The sheer force of the jump is enough to send Steve tumbling. While Steve takes a dive face-first into the snow, the teen lands with practiced ease on the balls of his feet, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

That little shit.

Peter's smug expression switches into shock-widened eyes and a surprised squeak getting pushed out of the teen as a metal arm slings around the back of his knees before a shoulder crashes into him. Gloved hands flail around before finding hold of the thick textile of Bucky's jacket as Peter tries to push himself off where he got thrown over the man's shoulder. A laugh escapes the teen, the latter involuntarily rendered in watching the world from upside down. Bucky unconsciously grins at the sound before he lets go of Peter's legs. He grabs the teen's jacket with both hands, ready to haul him into the snow. His hands are firmly on the teen's waist, pulling with strength, but, for some unexplainable reason, Bucky couldn't lift the boy. The body on his shoulder wouldn't move an inch, only shifting slightly along with the movement of his jacket. A short moment passes before Bucky tilts his head to get a look at Peter's face, eyes squinting with accusation.

"Are you sticking to me?"

The disgust in Bucky's voice sends Peter into a laughing fit, not having expected the sheer horror in the man's voice. He couldn't even form a coherent sentence from how much he was cackling while hanging over Bucky's shoulder, the latter still glaring at him. It wasn't easy to get a genuine reaction out of Bucky, the ex-assassin carrying a neutral expression most of the time if he wasn't scowling at someone or showing a smirk. The surprised tone of the super-soldier's voice, mixed with a spark of horror and disgust, had caught Peter off guard.

Bucky and Sam always reacted rather strongly at the display of Peter's most spider-like trait. Solely for that reason, he used his ability more than once just out of spite to annoy them. Their reactions are hilarious, and although they tell him to keep the "freakiness down a notch" while putting a hand over their chest in Sam's case and accusing him of trying to give them a heart attack, Peter finds himself not minding the teasing. As the youngest of the group, he often has to live with the jokes thrown his way. If sticking to the ceiling at three a.m. is a way to hand back some of their medicine, Peter gladly let go of the chance to get some sleep. The teen made it his challenge to get the two men used to his abilities, and if that meant he had to freak them out until they grew used to him sticking to stuff, then that's what he calls a win-win on his side.

"You, Peter Parker, aren't as innocent as you pretend to be."

That's what Mr. Stark had told him with an amused tug of his lips as he had to call someone to repair the hole in the living room, a keepsake from Peter's last little prank on Bucky.

Peter is still hanging over Bucky's shoulder, clinging to him with his hands efficiently sticking against the man's clothes. The latter can feel the teen shaking from laughter and shakes his head at the teen's antics with a little grin. "I'll get you off. Just wait, Parker," threatens the man playfully as he gives the body on his shoulder another experimental tuck. As expected, Peter wouldn't budge an inch, shaking his head at Bucky's words. Bucky rolls his eyes, having caught a glance at the large grin plastered over the teen's face. The kid was enjoying this way too much.

"Steve, get your frosty butt up. I need a little help here."

As soon as the words leave his lips, Bucky can feel the body on his shoulder stiffen. The man quickly fastens his grip on the teen. And he did so not too late because just a moment later, the struggle began. Bucky laughs. "What? Now, you don't want to stick close?"

He smirks as he hears Peter groan at his bad joke, the movement halting for a moment before it picks up again. Peter is pushing his hands against Bucky's back, trying to lift himself off. His movement grew more erratic, and Bucky raised an eyebrow. One glance at Steve gives Bucky an idea of why Peter's effort to escape is increasing tenfold. Steve frowns at the pair as he runs a hand through his short golden hair, wiping ice water and snow off. The blond had managed to climb out of the snow but gave off a comedic picture. Captain America covered from top to bottom in white, an unamused expression on his face.

"Do you want to go first, or should I?" asks Bucky Steve, his grin widening as he feels the kid's fingers curl into his jacket, holding on for dear life and probably fearing Steve's revenge. Knowing Steve, the latter would, despite getting kicked into the snow and laughed at, go soft on the teen but said teenager didn't know about that. Steve playfully scowls at Peter, hands on his hips and giving him the disappointed-Captain-America-PSA-look that the kid had probably seen too often during school.

"Hand the Spider over, Buck."

To the untrained eye, Steve looks convincingly pissed off, but Bucky could see past the stern facade. Steve is successfully messing with the kid. Said kid is easily fooled and starts pleading, nervousness dripping from every word, and Bucky notes with amusement that the hold on his jacket grows even tighter. The teen wasn't even realizing that clinging to Bucky wouldn't help him in any way.

"Steve? Come on, that was not that bad, right? You were frozen before. Stuck in a bit of snow is nothing new to you."

Steve wears an incredulous look on his face as he raises an eyebrow at Peter's words. He glances at Bucky, silently asking the man if he misheard or if Peter just added fuel to the fire. Bucky shrugs his shoulders. Peter seemed to realize that his nervous stumbling over words wasn't helping him out of this mess. Bucky has to put some strength into his hold on the teen, throwing Steve an amused grin at the teen wriggling like a worm.

"Whatever you're thinking of, please don't do it. Steve, I'm serious. Steve, no. Stop right there! Don't come closer!"

Despite his words and the evident panic in his voice, some nervous giggles are slipping between the teen's words. Bucky shakes his head at Steve, the latter wearing a stupidly wide grin as he draws closer, clearly amused by Peter's panicked rambling.

"Stay away, Steve!" shouts Peter as the blond reaches out for the squirming teen, ready to fling him into the snow. It's a good thing they are at the compound, far from the eye of the public, because the scene unfolding on the Avenger's training grounds would have drawn various headlines in the news. It was quite a sight, the former Winter Soldier holding an unknown teenage boy captive while Captain America tries prying said teen off of his shoulder.

"You're one sticky punk, aren't you?"

"Language, Bucky."

There is no real bite in Steve's voice, the blond too busy trying to avoid getting hit by a lanky arm that flails around while Peter tries to hold onto Bucky and simultaneously tries to push Steve away. Peter keeps shouting at Steve to leave him alone, threatening to stick to him if he gets too close, all the while laughing. His threats only last for so long before Peter lets out a yelp in surprise. His fingers let go of Bucky's jacket that was now lying on his lap, and he stared at it for a few moments, a puzzled look on his face. Peter slowly lifts his head, sitting on the snow-covered ground, dazed. His eyes fall onto Steve's and Bucky's faces. He swallows as the men smirk while looking down at him. In a blur of motion, Peter throws the jacket at its owner, successfully covering his head with it and earning a colorful curse. He uses the few seconds where Bucky is occupied with taking the jacket out of his face and tries dashing between the two men, choosing the fastest way back to the compound.

The empathize is on trying.

Steve stepped forward, grabbing the teen by the waist before Peter could run off. Peter let out a grunt as he was successfully tackled to the ground by a body twice his weight.

"Let's see how much you like playing in the snow."

Steve grins down at the teen pinned under him who, despite his earlier panic, throws back a challenging look at the super soldier. Steve raises an eyebrow, surprised at the smugness on the teen's face. It was typical for Spiderman to act confident, but he hasn't seen that look much in Peter Parker. It suits the kid.

Steve's eyes widen in surprise as a small hand clamps around his wrists. With one powerful tug, their positions reverse, and the blond finds himself pressed into the ground, one arm pinned above his head. Peter leans over him with a wide grin on his face. Steve notices the teen's free hand has grabbed a good amount of snow, and it doesn't take a genius to guess what the kid was planning to do. The teen opens his mouth, probably to throw some witty remark at him, only to wipe his head to the side so fast it nearly causes Steve to flinch. He catches the widening of Peter's eyes.

"Don't!"

The command hits deaf ears, and before Steve knows what happens, he's not looking at a grinning Peter but at the cloudless sky above. He turns his head towards the noise on his right, and a grin spreads onto his face. Steve watches a ball of limps rolling a few meters with a chuckle. Bucky had successfully tackled Peter off of him, and he and the kid were now fighting for the upper hand. Steve grins at his best friend grumbling about hyperactive teens and Peter trying to shove the man off him, laughing at his complaints. He laughs as Peter lets out a shriek of protest when the older man starts to put snow into the opening of his jacket.

"Stohohop, it's cold!"

"That's the point, punk."

Peter trashes under Bucky, who had made it to his challenge to shove as much snow as possible under the teen's clothes. Peter tries prying the icy fingers of his skin, laughing but shuddering at the coldness running through his body. Steve walks over, amused by his friend playing around like a kindergartener, watching the spectacle for a few minutes. In the beginning, Peter had been fiercely fighting back, but after some time, Steve noticed the teen growing tired. If it were anyone else, Steve wouldn't have wondered about giving up against the strength of a playful super-solider, but this was Peter. Spiderman doesn't grow tired this easily.

"Peter, are you alright?"

Steve's words cause Bucky to stop wrestling with the kid. He also had noticed the teen's movements become sluggish, but Peter hadn't earnestly told him to stop, and the older man hadn't put much thought into it. Now that he hovers over the teen, not holding him down anymore, he notices the complexion of the kid's face as unusually pale. Brown eyes glance up at them, a sheepish grin on the teen's face, and if Steve didn't know better, he would say the teen looks almost embarrassed.

"Too cold. Can't thermoregulate."

At Peter's words, Bucky turns his head at Steve, raising an eyebrow in silent question, hoping his friend knew what the teen was talking about. Steve wears a frown on his face, telling Bucky without words that his friend feels as much out of depth as he does with the short explanation. Peter must have caught their troubled expression as he tiredly tugged on Bucky's sleeve, gaining his attention.

"It's because of the spider DNA. I cannot regulate my temperature. My body struggles to create body heat like yours does. If it gets too cold-"

"Your body grows weak because it needs a certain temperature to function," finishes Steve Peter's sentence while looking down at the teen, the latter looking out of it but still nods at him with a small smile. Steve shakes his head at the teen, and Bucky doesn't feel like smiling at all, scowl deepening at the sight of a bluish hue on the boy's lips.

"Damn it, Peter, why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Before the teen could justify his lack of explanation, he finds himself bundled up in a jacket three sizes too big, the initials S.R. adorning the front. Not taking any risks of the teen being out in the cold for much longer, Bucky, despite the weak protests from Peter, throws the boy over his shoulder.

"Don't think we are letting you off the hook that easily," mutters the man under his breath as he carries the teen towards the compound. The automatic doors of the entrance already stand open when Bucky walks in. He kicks his running shoes off mid-step and hurries into the joint room. Despite his grumbling, the older man carefully puts Peter down on the couch. He straightens up, looking down on the freezing teen with a frown. Peter is cold, but the lack of shivering was a bit off-putting, giving little clue about what stage of hypothermia they are dealing with.

The absence of shivering must have to do something with being unable to thermoregulate. Bucky had to ask Banner about that, not trusting the kid to give him all the information.

"Friday, can you tell us Peter's body temperature?"

"Mr. Parker's body temperature currently lays around 94,64 °F. I recommend taking measurements to get the temperature up. It is beyond his average. A long-term drop in body temperature could cause health concerns, Mr. Rogers."

"Thank you, Friday."

Steve turns towards Bucky, who controls the urge to roll his eyes at the kicked-puppy stare his friend is wearing. "He'll be fine, Steve. Go search for a blanket and make some tea or something. I'll take care of him."

Steve sends him a small smile. "Thanks, Buck."

Bucky shakes his head when his friend walks out of the room, not liking the guilty-ridden expression painted on the blond's face. Knowing Steve blames himself for not noticing something was up sooner was typical of the man. It made Bucky want to beat some sense into his best friend. He faces Peter again, the latter, at least looking relatively more aware of his surroundings thanks to Friday having raised the room temperature. He watches the teen fumble with the zipper of his jacket, a frown drawn on his youthful face as his fingers wouldn't work how he wanted them to. Peter stares at the metal hand popping up in his vision and pulls down the zipper he struggled skillfully. His jacket gets peeled off of him the next moment before a gruff voice causes him to lift his head.

"Arms up, punk."

"Hmm?"

Brown eyes throw him a confused look, and although Bucky would have teased the teen for being not quick to take on, he swallows the comment. He had time to make fun of the kid after he got rid of the blue on his lips.

"You need to put on dry clothes. If you get sick, Stark will throw a fit."

That coaxes a reaction out of the teen.

"Not keen on Mr. Stark threatening to take your arm off?" asks Peter with a little smirk.

Oh. Bucky grins. Seems like the teen isn't that out of it after all. He flicks Peter's forehead, earning a glare.

"I'll hear that every day. His threats don't work on me. Now, arms up."

Thankfully, Peter wore snow pants, which are relatively easy to pull off the teen. The thick sweatpants he wore under his outdoor clothes were dry, but Bucky couldn't say the same about the kid's socks and shirt. The gray shirt is soaked, sticking to Peter's skin all around. Thankfully, Steve wasn't here to see this, or Bucky would get an earful again. The soldier watches as Peter tugs at the front of his shirt, grimacing at the feeling of the wet fabric pulling off his skin, only to stick back when he lets it drop.

Maybe he went a little overboard with the snow. With a sigh, he bends over and gets a hold of the end of the wet shirt. Peter made a noise of protest as Bucky pulled the undesirable article of clothing over his head, leaving him in nothing but his pants, but at least he was left with only dry clothes on his body. Bucky scans the room in search of the blankets he had seen other members of the compound use before the voice in the ceiling spoke to him again.

"If I am allowed to interfere, Mr. Stark has arranged a range of special clothing for Mr. Parker in cases of a temperature drop."

"So Stark is aware of this problem of yours," says Bucky, glancing at the teen. Peter caught him looking and nodded.

"It wasn't fun when he found out. Mr. Stark caught on mid-February with winter almost over." The kid's expression is solemn as he talks. Bucky almost reaches out to ruffle his hair, amused by the seriousness with which Peter was telling him this as if it had been one of the worst days of his life and not his mentor being rightfully concerned. Instead, he gave a little shake of his head, a corner of his lips tugged upwards while walking over to a closet. He hears some shuffling behind him as he pulls out a set of blankets, almost throwing them at the kid in frustration as he sees the teen has stood up.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Peter sighs as he gets pushed back to sit on the couch with Bucky standing before him, sternly looking down on him. A person shouldn't be able to look as intimidating with an armful of baby blue blankets.

"I was about to get the shirt Friday told you about."

"You will sit here and wait while I get that shirt. It's in your closet?"

Peter nods while pulling the blanket around his shoulders but not without rolling his eyes, letting out a small yelp as Bucky flicks a finger against his forehead. The teen glares up at him, but Bucky merely raises an eyebrow at him, a silent dare. Bucky gives him one last glance, checking that the teen is bundled up tightly and behaving, not wandering around on his own before he retreats. With Stark's AI speaking to him and giving directions, it is relatively easy to find the clothes despite the chaos in Peter's room.

"This looks pretty tight."

The man eyes the almost plain-looking textile in his hand. Bucky wasn't sure what he had expected, but knowing Stark, he thought whatever this was, it to be more eccentric as he took in the dark gray clothing. Maybe the billionaire held back on his desire for extravagance to accommodate the young vigilante's preference for simplicity. He had noticed that aside from throwing in some colors and graphic shirts, the teen likes to dress easy on the eye.

"It is, but it does a good job. Mr. Stark made several of these. They are great. Maybe you could ask him to make some for you and Steve too?"

Bucky refrains from telling the kid that he and Stark weren't on the level for him to ask the kid's mentor any favors, although the hopeful sparkle in the kid's eyes tells him that Peter thought about that matter differently. Shrugging his shoulders, he skilfully avoids giving him an answer. The man stretches the sleeves to form an opening and holds it out for Peter.

Peter tilts his head to the side, his eyes wandering up to meet Buckys, giving him a look before settling back onto the clothing held out for him, confusion evident on his face. Feeling merciful, Bucky takes Peter's wrist. "You do have to put this on to work, you know?" teases the man while pulling the teen's hand through the sleeve, noticing with a smirk how a hue of pink spread over the teen's ears. Maybe he should start acting more like this if it's this easy to make the kid sputter around in embarrassment. Oh, he has to tell Sam about this. The kid tugs at his wrist, checks growing red as Bucky tries to pull his other hand through the second sleeve. When he was about to pull the shirt over Peter's head, the teen had enough. He pushes the hands away, sending a frown at the man.

"I can do this on my own!"

Catching the smirk on Bucky's face, it dawns on the teen that the ex-assassin was doing this on purpose. Peter quickly realizes that protesting wouldn't work on the man. Bucky had the mission to embarrass him, but Peter wouldn't let that happen. He was Spiderman, for crying out loud. Peter was perfectly capable of dressing alone. Getting cold slowed the process down, he had to admit. But still, Peter's sixteen years old.

He knows how to wear a shirt. Not planning to play along with Bucky, the now slightly frustrated teen leaned back into the couch and slid down to avoid the hands pulling further on the long sleeve. He uses the new-won distance to roll to the right, trying to make a run for it.

"Get back here, punk," scolds Bucky, but the playful twinkle in his eyes betrays the stern tone of his voice.

"I won't let you mess with me."

It would have sounded more convincing if Peter wasn't kneeling at the end of the couch, both arms stuck into the shirt but glaring instead of pulling it over his head, wearily observing what the man a few feet away from him was planning to do. Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, amused.

"Doesn't look like you do a good job."

Peter squints at the words.

"If I pull this over my head, are you leaving me alone?"

Humoring the kid, Bucky acts thoughtful before grinning a shit-eating grin that Peter has seen too often.

"Why should I do that? I've got to make sure you are wearing it correctly. I cannot trust you to keep yourself warm."

The teen deflates at the words, almost sounding petulant now.

"I would have told you and Steve! Sooner or later..."

When the man raises a single eyebrow, the teen huffs in frustration. But he is not making a move that shows he agrees to let Bucky help him. The tension hangs thickly over the room as the two hold a stare-off. Both are waiting for the other to make the first move, Bucky watching the teen with rapt eyes while Peter's muscles are bulging under his sweatpants, ready to jump over the couch at any second. Bucky was the first to move. Without looking, his arm shots to the side, grabbing a hold of a stray pillow and throwing it at the teen while rushing forward. Thanks to the room's raised temperature, Peter wasn't as sluggish as before but still nowhere near his usual speed. His spidey sense prevents him from being hit in the head, raising his arms along with the thermo-shirt around his wrists to block the flying pillow. Peter's brows draw together in confusion as his spider sense still acts up, even after keeping the pillow from colliding with his face.

"Holy-"

The rest of his sentence gets lost in a high-pitched squeak as a metal arm wraps around his middle, tackling him successfully into the couch. Dark strands fall onto Bucky's face, the man grinning down at the teen who glares up from his position under him. It's a little insulting how easily he got him pinned on his back, straddling him by sitting on his tights and throwing him a winning grin that irks Peter just by looking at it.

"Get off," whines the teen and is about to push at Bucky's chest to shove him off, but the older of the two catches the shirt hanging between Peter's wrists and presses it down, forcing Peter's hands away.

"You're not in the position to make claims, kid."

While forcing the teen into the shirt, Bucky grins, an occasional chuckle leaving his lips at the glares sent his way. By the end of the ordeal, Peter let his head fall back onto the couch in defeat, looking absolutely done with everything. His hair is a tousled mess of brown curls hanging in his eyes, the tips of his ears red again from embarrassment. The teen rolls his eyes at Bucky when the latter asks if he is still feeling cold with a mild dose of sarcasm. The man catches Peter's expression, poking him in the now finally covered stomach. "Don't get sassy, punk," he threatens with a grin promising no good. He is about to poke Peter a second time, for good measure, when his hand gets caught in a firm hold. Peter lifts his head, sending him a glare.

"Don't."

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

"What? You're ticklish?

When the teen doesn't answer immediately, Bucky pokes him again, this time in the side, eyes trained on Peter's face. Peter's jaw is clenching under the pressure of trying to keep his facial expressions under control, but the unmistakable nervousness creeping on his face is almost too easy to detect. Without batting an eye, Bucky frees his hand out of Peter's hold, ignoring the confusion written all over the teen's face as he places his hand over the teen's middle. He just let it hover there, a few inches over the teen's tummy and not moving, never taking his eyes off the teen's face. Peter glances from the hand up to Bucky's face and back to the hand, eyes widening as he sees a single finger twitch. He observes with the morbid curiosity of someone watching a horror movie how the rest of Bucky's hand stays motionless while one finger moves as if independent of the rest of the body. Peter wasn't sure if it was because of the prosthetic, but somehow Bucky managed to wiggle just one finger, then two, and then three, while the rest stayed static. Under other circumstances, he would be fascinated by this observation. In this instance, it merely serves to freak the hell out of Peter. All of the vibranium fingers are moving now in a manner that only indicates one specific outcome of what happens next, and he is not ready for it.

When the hand starts to descend, he breaks. Before the wiggling finger could close the gap, Peter loses his will to pretend to be tough in front of Bucky.

"Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm ticklish, alright? You can stop now. You don't have to prove anything!"

Bucky merely raises his eyebrows in amusement at the panicked words stumbling out of the teen's mouth, accompanied by a pair of hands gripping his wrist, hindering his hand from moving further down.

"After your stunt from earlier, I'm not sure to believe you. Better check this out myself, just to be sure."

"You don't have to do tha-AHAHA! NOAHAHAH BUHUHUCKY!"

"I'm not convinced, Peter. Does this count as ticklish?"

A grin grows on Bucky's face as he watches the teen under him squirming like a worm on a hook. He had not even touched the teen before nervous giggles slipped out Peter. As soon as his fingers actually dug into the flesh of the kid's stomach, Peter's resolve had broken. He didn't try to hold his reaction back, fueling Bucky's curiosity to see what other noises he could coax out of the teen. His stomach has to be a rather good spot by the way Peter threw his head back as Bucky focused his wriggling fingers to dig into the sides of his tummy. Slender hands tried to catch his, but it was too easy to bat them out of the way to get back on skittering his fingertips over the smooth material of Peter's shirt. The shirt clung tightly against his lean body, making it very easy for the metal digits to glide over the middle of Peter's tummy, earning him little jumps whenever he traveled towards his belly button or his lowest rib.

"Is that a bad spot?" The answer was obvious, but it was too fun to pass the opportunity to watch Peter struggling to answer. Bucky grins as he watches the teen trying to form a coherent sentence between his laughing fit.

"Yes, yes, yes, yehehehes! It's sohoho bahad, it's bahahahad Buhucky!"

"It's that bad?" asks Bucky, acting surprised as he sends ten fingers onto the small patch between the teen's waistline and belly button, feeling the muscle contracting under his fingertips as the teen tries to curl into himself with a shriek but is unable to. His hands get shoved off by flailing arms.

"It's that bad," confirms Peter with a glare, taking the chance to catch his breath while the super soldier had mercy on him.

"That's too bad. I like that spot," muses Bucky as he looks down on the said spot, catching the nervous look Peter throws him out of the corner of his eyes.

"Don't you dare," warns Peter, failing to sound intimidating while grabbing onto Bucky's wrists.

"Oh, scary," mocks the man before letting himself fall forward. Peter lets out a panicked squeal and throws his hands up to catch the heavy body that's about to collapse on him. Bucky lessens his fall just in time with one arm probed against the back of the couch while using the chance to get a hold of the teen's arms with his free hand, wrestling them over Peter's head and pinning them there. Brown, wide-blown eyes stare up at him before Peter shakes himself out of puzzlement.

"You tricked me!"

"I thought you're smarter than that."

"And I thought you don't use dirty tricks."

"Seems like you've got some things to learn, punk. Now, where were we?" Bucky asks with a grin, challenging a Cheshire cat as he wriggles his fingers in Peter's face before focusing on the teen's stomach.

"No, nohohoo, Bucky pleahesehe, anywhere but there!" begins the teen to plead, tugging at his captured wrists, lifting his head, and trying to see what the man was doing. Bucky grins.

"You want me to try a different spot? Sure."

"NO! Thatahat's not what I mea-AHAHAHAH STOHOP! YOu know thahahat's nhohot whahat I meant! You ahahre suhhuch ahahahan. Suhuch ahahan-NO! DOHOHON'T!"

Peter's legs hammer down on the couch behind Bucky's back. The ex-assassin worries for a short moment if the furniture would withstand the constant abuse of a spider-kid kicking his legs around uselessly. His focus is back on Peter when he hears a high-pitched squeal escape the teen before a wave of hysterical cackling fills the room. Bucky raises an eyebrow at the reaction, concluding that he found the second worst spot on the teen. His right hand hovers between Peter's armpit and highest rips, fingers digging into the place with vigor.

"I'm almost convinced you told me the truth about being ticklish."

"Almohohohst? Whahahat do yohohu mean almost?"

Bucky stops tickling, eyes trained on the red-faced teen who tries catching his breath, body shaking when occasional after-giggle slips past his lips.

"Just saying, when I do this," he pinches Peter's hipbones, earning a full-body jump and a cackle, "or this," Bucky claws his free hand between Peter's ribs and let his fingers skim over the space between the bones to send the teen back into a high-pitched giggle fit, "I would say you are ticklish."

"Are you kidding me?" asks Peter. He wears a bewildered expression. "I've told you from the beginning, I'm ticklish!"

"You could have been lying," retorts Bucky.

"Are you seriously not believing me anymore because of earlier?" asks Peter. The man had another teasing remark already sitting on the tip of his tongue but halted as he caught something akin to hurt playing on the teen's face. Bucky feels thrown off. He knew he should do something, but looking at Peter's face and seeing the wounded expression, he caught himself out of depth for a second time that day. That's why he needs Steve. Steve is better at this kind of stuff.

Peter is still looking at him, but as the man above him doesn't answer, the younger man's expression turns hard. Bucky's eyes widen as he gets shoved off, unable to withstand the power behind the thin arms that were now easily pulled out of his grasp. It seems that the spider-kid had his full powers back in play. Watching the kid silently collect his belongings, Bucky blinks slowly before getting a hold of himself. As Peter was about to walk out, he called after him.

"Peter, please wait!"

Whatever the teen heard in his voice, it had to be convincing enough for him to stop in his tracks and turn around to send him a questioning look, daring him to give a good explanation.

"Can we sit down and talk about this?"

Bucky nods at the couch. There is a spark of hesitancy flickering on Peter's features, and the teen is about to open his mouth to answer when Steve walks into the room. Steve glances at his friend standing behind the couch. Something must have happened for Bucky, who looked troubled with his eyebrows pinched into a frown, and Peter, the latter holding his wet-dripping clothes in his arms, wearing an expression far from the cheerful smile Steve is used to seeing on his face.

"I made you some tea, Peter. Would you like to sit down with us?"

Steve watches Peter throw a glance at Bucky, the latter having not moved from his position behind the couch before letting out a small sigh that Steve wasn't sure he was supposed to hear.

"Okay," mumbled Peter, sounding defeated, but walks back to the couch, leaving his wet clothes on the floor next to the couch table.

Steve throws Bucky a questioning glance before putting the tray on the table and handing Peter a cup of tea.

"I also found these," Steve said and pulled a bundle of fuzzy Captain America-themed socks out of his pants pocket, letting them drop on Peter's lap.

"Nice try, Steve, but I won't wear these around the tower. I like the lab privileges."

"Could have worked," says Steve and slaps his knee in faux disappointment to lighten up the mood. Peter's lip twitches at the reaction before he takes a small sip of his tea. "It's good. Thank you, Steve."

"I'm happy to hear that, Peter."

While Peter takes another gulp of his softly steaming mud, Steve subtly nods towards Peter, telling Bucky to fix whatever he has done. Bucky rolls his eyes but gingerly sets his cup of tea down and leans his forearms on his knees before addressing the teen sitting between them.

"Peter, I want to apologize. I was worried about you earlier, but I wouldn't stop believing you because of what happened, even if I were still upset about it. I meant to tease you a little, but I overdid it. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you believe I don't trust your words. I'm sorry."

Bucky glances at Peter, who sits still, looking at the cup in his hands with a thoughtful look. "I guess I should have told you about this earlier," began the teen, cutting both soldiers off when they opened their mouths to protest. "I trust you to have my back. It's not like I believe you would use that information against me. We are a team, after all," Bucky watches Peter's thumb absentmindedly running along the edge of his cup, halting as the teen continues. "I guess I was too embarrassed to tell you."

"Embarrassed?" asks Steve, head tilted to the side in confusion. Peter nods before directing his eyes at him, a shy smile tugging on his lips.

"Isn't it kinda silly? I've got all these powers through the spider bite altering my DNA, but when it gets too cold, I become fatigued. Meanwhile, you are this strong, and the cold doesn't bother you two.

I know you can't compare the changes of the serum with my enhancements, but sometimes I think about it and, you know, feel kinda useless."

Steve hums, fingers drumming against his leg as he thinks about Peter's words. Before he comes to voice his thoughts, a voice on his right beats him to it. Bucky's eyes are trained on the young vigilante sitting between them.

"You will never be able to beat that flaw of your powers, but stressing about it will get you nowhere." Steve frowns at the harsh words, but when he glances at Peter, he finds him paying close attention to every one of Bucky's words. The latter puts his hand over Peter's knees, hovering there before putting it down, giving it a short squeeze. "Knowing your flaws is one of your biggest strengths. Just keep that in mind."

Peter sends the man a soft smile.

"Thanks, Bucky."

Bucky glances at him from the side, the corner of his lip tugged upwards.

"Don't mention it, punk."

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