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The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

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

Word Count: 4585

Warnings: smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis: It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note: Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said. “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said. “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said. “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him. “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said. “Can we?”

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered.

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued. “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said. “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded. “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him. “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said. “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. “Jesus,” he cursed. “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded. “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. “That was awesome,” he said. “Now what? Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked. “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said. “If she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said. “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover. I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said. “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them. He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed. “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned. “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back. “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldn’t focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said. “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. “Oh god, Sam. Please…” I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised. “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it. I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. “Bucky,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded. “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him. “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled. “I knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. “Please. Please, Wanda. I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed. “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said. “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly. “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didn’t exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked.

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping. “Well done, that’s all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically. “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied. “You want to see?”

I nodded. “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. “Okay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.”

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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jackiequick · 1 month

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Jason Underwood being a better dad than Howard Stark for 9 minutes straight | Marvel Fic

Pairings: Tony x Pepper, JJ x Liz, Liane x Ethan

Summary: What happened when a man frozen in time suddenly is in charge of raising the heroes of tomorrow? In other words, Jason trying to keep everyone in check and doing well.

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Rei Stark, Ava Stark, The Avengers, Young Avengers and etc

Fandoms: Marvel Comics—> Iron Man 1-3, The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Age Of Ultron

A/N: I blame Glen giving rom-com energy! I hate him (affectionately). His favorite song is Unwritten hehehe

Sequel to this fanfic!

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Tony sat down at his lab downtown with his eyes shot, the lights made him more than pale as he lay inside his car and faced the wall. He has been drinking since this afternoon. His tears filled his eyes as he looked to his side to find his uncle walking around to open the side of the car.

He was surprised to see him here, last he checked he was with Coulson on a small assignment.

“Tony..” He muttered, resting his head against his hand, “Come on buddy.”

“I can’t stand..I’m tired, JJ..” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut and leaned forward into his touch for a spilt second.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Tony was silent as an arm was looped around his side, lifting him up and out of the car, standing over to leave the lab and head upstairs. Jason kept an eye on him asking if he was alright in which his nephew just nodded. He lay him down on the couch with a soft blanket across his body wrapped tightly to keep him warm.

A moment later, he returned with a small glass of water and some fruit. Orange slices to be consumed by Tony within a matter of minutes. He watched him as he sat, allowing his nephew to rest his head on his shoulder and even saw the crossword puzzle on his neck start to erase with time.

“..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately…” Tony admitted with a small sigh biting down on another orange slice.

Jason hushed his voice for a moment before humming, “It’s okay..you just got overwhelmed, you need a break, step back and regroup..”

“I’m boyfriend of the year..are Pepper and I even dating?”

“I would like to say you are..you will figure out, just no more running off for a while. Please.”

The brunette only nodded, as his uncle found something on the TV for him to watch. He even wondered if he should provide him a vitamin C infusion, JARVIS recommended it. All that matter was to keep him away for the drinks for a while and not have him stray away from help.

He has a good idea where to start.

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Jason carried a 2 year old Rei in his arms, resting the small brunette on his hip walking around the mansion trying to get him to stop crying.

It was early in the evening. His mother was gone for a week, his father was stuck at work with Pepper and JARVIS was no help.

Rei was whimpering, having just returned from the backyard not wanting anyone to know he got hurt. Jason of course figured out the problem and cleaned up the small mess on his knee. Now he rested his head on his godfather’s shoulder as his hand cuffed the fabric of the sweater.

Him and Tony were the same in this aspect, getting hurt by something and wanting to deal with it by themselves. Yes, it showed independence but still, it was alarmingly obvious it wasn’t the best move.

“Aw penguin..” He said softly, gently resting his head against his own, “Rei, it’s gonna be alright..you’re fine now.”

“It hurts..” He mumbled into his shoulder, as soft tears rose to his eyes.

“I know that it hurts, but you took medicine for it and now you’re going to feel much better I promise.”

“I’m dumb, papa..”

Jason was pacing around the room at this point and paused but kept a hand rubbing circles across his small back. He hated hearing his kids talking about themselves that way.

“Hey, hey, you’re not dumb..you’re Rei Stark, you’re one of the smartest boys I know. You fell cause you’re running so hard, that’s all. It can happen to anyone, even me.” Jason explained.

“You fell?” He questioned removing his head the shoulder he was resting on to face him properly.

“Yeah I fell a lot. I still fall and trip over things, if you only knew how much times I almost died tripping over your father’s toys.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, really. It hurt a lot, but I got up again. Just like you did.”

At that Rei softly smiled and nodded, feeling a bit better about not feeling so bad for falling down earlier. He was a strong kid but rather sensitive about things whether he admits it or not.

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“Pops, I think I like guys too now.” Rei blunted said entering the living room of Avengers Tower.

Jason was on the couch reading A Streetcar Named Desire when he heard his godson say those words. He took him a long moment to lock in what he said then smiled. JJ remembered Rei checking out some cute reporter two weeks ago but didn’t say anything to not embarrass him.

He already figured out that he might’ve felt that way but waited for him to come to his own conclusions about it.

Rei waited for a response, he was kinda shitting his pants wondering what the heck he was going to say to him.

A few seconds later Jason spoke, “I know. And I’m happy for you.”

“Wait what?” Rei asked as his eyes silently widened, “Dad freaked out!”

“Your father is just being dramatic, thinking you weren’t going to ever date until your mid twenties. Don’t worry about him. How do you feel?”

“I feel okay, I guess. How are you not freaking out?”

“Kiddo your grandfather and father aren’t straight eariler. I was just wondering to see if you were gonna being home a boy or girl someday, I’ll love you all the same. You know that.”

“B-but..I was ready for some lecture or something.”

“I’m not Cap, kiddo.”

“Wait grandpa wasn’t…that’s impossible he married grandma and dad never said..”

“Your grandfather has always been into blondes. Hence why he liked me, Cap, my sister and your grandmother.”

“Oh shit, grandpa was bi..and so is dad? Just to be clear, you’re cool with all of this, right?”

“Yeah, you’re my kid. As long as you don’t date some ignorant jerk or bitter bitch we’re fine.”

Rei nodded thinking it went better than he thought. Of course he wasn’t going to bring anyone to his house who insulted him or made him feel guilty, he wasn’t stupid.

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Tony and Jason were in the middle of the kitchen together sharing some slices of pizza. A small mission went as planned, the heroes were all celebrating at home with them.

It was quiet. A little too quiet for his liking.

“Where’s our son?” Yelled a voice that belonged to his wife.

And there it is.

Despite not being officially confirmed as married to a legal counsel, in their hearts they are.

Liz came in with her arms crossed stealing a slice of pizza from the box muttering that she was hungry. Tony locked eyes with his uncle then looked at his aunt with a smile.

“Whatever it is, blame the kids!” Tony exclaimed taking another bite.

“You stole my blueprints from the basement without telling me.” Liz said looking between her nephews and husband.

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Because they are mine. Some of them were…made for the military during the war.”

“I was just going to reinforce them into better positions and transport your idea into something useful for the modern day.”

Jason joined into the conversation as he added, “Honey, you did make some explosive points when you created those fine numbers back in the day.”

Liz jokingly glared, “Who’s side are you on?”

“I’m afraid to say which one.”

“Good answer.”

Tony sighed, “In my defense, I was just curious! It’s not like I going to have something blow up in my head…this time at least.”

“I swear you’re more like your father every day..” She muttered softly smiling, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Next time, you come to me with an idea. We’re a family for a reason, you have my brain!”

The three of them talked it over coming to a good compromise. But a part of Jason couldn’t wonder how Liz would react if Louis, Tony’s brother who lived in another city within the United States, stole one of her blueprints too. It was always evident that the Stark boys tend to be the most curious boys alive, it resulted in those sets of brother destroying one of his favorite cars.

They always tend to take a small comment and trickle it down to a roar, as one small idea would turn into something great for humanity or an opportunity gone wrong. That’s how Ultron was created…

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“Alright. Relax your shoulders a bit, tighten the grip on the handle and have your fingers line up the tip of the arrow.” He instructed with a smile.

“Like this?” She asked, holding up her bow and arrow at an angle.

She could’ve learned from Clint but he was busy on a date with his wife and her mom was babysitting. She already knew how to use a gun, but extra protection in skills was always a plus.

She picked out a specific arrow she wanted to use and took care of the bow she was handed. She questioned if Jason even knew how to work this kind of equipment.

His response, “I never said I didn’t know how to use a gun. And never said I didn’t know how to shoot an arrow either.”

“Fair point. When did you learn to shoot with a bow and arrow?” She wondered with a smile.

“I was on a mission in Tokyo, to chase down some idiot who stole a type of drug. As I was running through the streets, s arrow came flying from a rooftop to straight into the guys leg. Then I met the guy who shot him.”

“What wad his name?”

“Karl Yune. He was a good archer, he taught me a thing or two about this.”

“Sounds like a nice man.”

“Yeah, his older cousin worked as a geneticist in Korea.”

“…they are not related to Ji-Hoon, they are?”

Jason just winked telling her return to training as she grinned softly to herself. The two of them went onto 2 rounds, as he showed her how to start feeling comfortable with holding such equipment. Rochelle wasn’t that bad at the game, shooting the wall full of targets as best as she could.

“Good. Now you’re ready for take on your real teacher.” He said with a chuckle, lowering his bow.

She raised an eyebrow confused by his wording, “What..”

As if on cue, walked in a tan skinned woman with long brown hair and tattoos. She held a grin greeting Jason with a tight hug before turning around to meet Rochelle.

“Lydia Barton.” She said holding out her hand to shake.

The redhead smiled shaking her hand and said, “Rochelle, but you probably already know who I am.”

Jason smirked telling them to be careful and have fun, that he’ll be back to check up on them later. Both girls just grinned leading into a casual but intriguing discussion on their favorite things, before training.

Something told him that they would be good friends.

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“Give it back! It’s mine you little twerp!”

“It was mine first! I saw the last batch of cookies before your ass ever thought about them.”

“Oh really mature using curse words at me!”

“What do you care? You’re failing grammar anyway!”

“HEY! That’s enough.” In called Jason’s voice as he swung into the room snatching the cookie out of Ava’s hand and placing against it lips instead, “If you were are gonna fight over a damn cookie, then neither of you deserve to eat it.”

Rei crossed his eyes like the 9 year old he was and scoffed, “It was mine!”

“Oh pleaseeee, you said you didn’t want any cookies in the first place anyway!” Ava barked back.

“I could’ve wanted it for later, ever think of that!”

“You’re such a smartass sometimes…no wonder you don’t—”

Jason glared at both kids, “Ava, don’t even finish that sentence. And Rei, if you wanted it so badly why didn’t you tell her? You two could’ve broken the cookie in half instead of making a mess out of it.”

Both young Starks looked away from their godfather, feeling guilty and embarrassed for causing such a scene in the kitchen. Yet there was an instant anger behind their eyes, as Rei and Ava glared at each other. It was normal for siblings to fight over plenty of things but theses two would argue over everything, not making up afterwards either.

Their godfather sighed softly as he watched both of them in silence waiting for an answer that ever came.

Then he spoke, “You know something? There is something I want both of you to understand. Listen good, when I say that you two only have each other. Friends will come and go, they won’t always stay despite your best efforts. But as siblings, that’s a unit that you created for the moment your brought into this family.”

Ava muttered, “But he’s a little smartass, he thinks he’s always right..”

“Cause I am..” Rei added hearing his big sister.

Jason gave them a certain look as he continued, “You two are young, so you don’t get it right now. But there will come a time when you need each other but because you were both so harsh and pigheaded with another, you’re gonna feel alone. You’ll hate each other..despite a little part of you that still loves them..you don’t want to accept that. Then you won’t even want to imagine what happens next to your relationship.”

At those words, the siblings looked at one another then glanced down at the floor, that heavyweight anger started to creep away from their systems. Ava started to feel sorry for her actions as Rei began to feel upset about staring a riot. They knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. There was another moment of silence in the room, only the small sound of Jason’s biting down on the cookie that didn’t matter to them anymore. The sibling exchange small gestures of apologies toward one another, even apologizing to their godfather as well.

Ava asked, “Did you ever get into fights with your siblings?”

Rei added, “You and auntie Peg look like you could have fought a lot.”

“Well…” Jason replied with a half smile and shrugged, “..yes, me and aunt Peg fought a lot, but we always tried to make up for our mistakes. But I had another sister before her…her name was Dot, she was smart and cunning, she wasn’t ever around to help me…when she was, she treated me like crap, so we always fought..”

“Did you ever forgive her?” Ava asked out of curiosity, hoping for a good answer.

“Uh..we did forgive each other every once in a while..I tried to forgive her, but she never had the courage to forgive me. She was my big sister, I loved her, but she wasn’t really someone I would call to help me if I was in trouble, she would leave me out to dry..”

Rei nodded, “So that’s why you and auntie Peg are good friends..she was like a sister..so you want me and Ava to be like that too?”

“Exactly. You want both of you to look out for each other, make sure you’re alright and not hurt. Not leave the other in the dust.” Jason responded with a smile.

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Cue scenes of Jason playing with his first godchild, Ava Stark, in her bedroom pretending to be Pop Stars. Ava was singing along to Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani and Avril Lavigne with a toy guitar in her hands.

Jason was sitting on the floor waving lights around and dressed in a funny hat, pretending to be her producer for a music video. He loved seeing his goddaughter shine acting out magic video footage in her bedroom as he filmed her. At first he didn’t want to be recorded on any cameras but after some encouragement from Tony and the others, she tried it out.

“I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change.” She sung into her microphone as she played the guitar.

“And break away!” Jason sung along to the lyrics.

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One of the things of having a little girl in the house, songs get repeated every so often you remember the lyrics yourself. Poor man still has Under The Sea stuck in his head from last weekend.

It’s one of those things that carries over every generation of children he gets to know is the music taste, he may not always appreciate or enjoy the music but it does tend to become an enjoyable ear worm for him. If it’s AC/DC album from Tony to Selena Gomez’s Who Say from Rochelle, they tend to get stuck in his head!

He tries to not let everyone in on his own playlist of songs but sometimes it will slip out…

Jason just finished a small meeting with the industry and answering questions from SHIELD investors, who just annoyed him the whole time, and decided to make himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He yelled out if anyone else wanted one but received no answer, so he shrugged, then popped in his ear buds cuing in his playlist. He had a bunch of songs.

“Starring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…” He sang out to the lyrics slapping both sides of bread onto the frying pan.

That was when Ethan stumbled into the kitchen saying, “JJ you saying some..”.

He paused noticing that the blonde wasn’t listening and singing instead as Liane bumped into him, she exclaimed to her boyfriend something important but Ethan told her to hush as he pointed out the scene in front of them.

Liane was confused for a moment then squeaked seeing Jason singing out loud as he danced in place, it wasn’t something she saw coming but was more than surprised to see the man was in his element. She smirked to herself wondering what other songs he knew.

A couple of days later, the pair were coming back from their trip to the movie theater as that very song was playing on the radio. The two walked in singing it loud enough to hear along with a group of Taylor Swift songs. Before they knew some of the young avengers were humming the damn tune.

The tall blonde walked past hearing his serenity song being sung, raising an eyebrow at everyone’s actions wondering who else knew about this. Oh god he wasn’t gonna be able to live that one down anytime soon.

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One of the biggest things people always assume is that he was the best parent ever, due to the young avengers always wanting to hang around his chill vibes and warm atmosphere he created.

But the truth is that he wasn’t a freaking super-dad or anything. He grew up with a somewhat rusty alcoholic father and a mother who was always traveling around with her kids, leaving him to pick up the pieces himself when they weren’t at home bricking about something. In response he tried to convince the world he was going to be fine no matter what happened, he even believed it himself.

Jason even promised to make the best he can when he gets the opportunity to be a father himself, in this case an uncle, someone who was there for his kids. He might not know everything or even be skilled at certain aspects of life, but he tries. So when Tony was born he decided he would stick around, live closer to Howard and Maria, but it also meant he would be away for work and signing papers for different aliases. Still, he did it, even though he might not want to talk about it with many.

He keeps himself, cool, calm and composed in collected fashion. Yes, he has his flaws such as drinking, having a temper and smoking (it was for a short period of time, he quit in the early 70s), Jason was still there for Tony. Same thing goes for his godchildren, which is a privilege and gift to watch them grow and learn now, he still has those moments where he ends up not getting enough rest due to taking care of them.

So to Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other parents he seems like the only well informed and intelligent one when it comes to parenting, it’s only was all due to respect, patience and watching how the ball rolls. He used to put so much pressure on being the awesome uncle and whatnot, then he realized that all you need to do is be there for your kids.

They don’t ask of much, only for you to spend time with them even if you’re far away and need to do a phone call with that. Same thing goes for any relationship romance or platonic, as long they know you’re there for them, that’s what matters.

Like the saying goes, ‘No one is freaking perfect’. He’s still learning how to raise theses guys!

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Nicknames. He doesn’t have nicknames for everyone, only if the person is comfortable with them, of course. But that never stops Jason from making up silly nicknames for the kids, usually they come out naturally without even trying.

Tony has had a few nicknames such as Butterball or Meatball when he was a baby, he was a round cubby little guy. Over the years it was Bambino, Bubba, Tones, Bunny and etc.

Rei was always Bubba, Sonny or Penguin, on occasion he would throw out the Papo (which is what him and his grandmother Maria use to call his father when he was younger)

Liane, he absolutely calls Princess or Your Majesty, when she's being a bit bratty

Rochelle tends to be, Li'l Red

For Cassie, he calls her Goldie cause her hair shines bright like gold in the sun

Melissa gets classic nicknames but he will throw out Peaches or Ladybug

Lydia, due to knowing her skills he will call her Sparrow sometime or just Ly

And the list goes on!

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There has been moments where Jason has took a leap of faith to save his kids. Such as in 2013, when Stark Mansion was attacked and the whole place falling apart he remembered Pepper and Liz's screams as Ava was about to fall off the cliff of their home.

Tony and Rei were busy fighting and trying to get everyone to out of the house safely. But Tony's suit wasn't working correctly either. Jason swooped in, sliding down the rubble and dust coughing as he catches Ava before she can fall.

"Baby look at me! It's okay, I got you.." He said rescuing her, as she clung to him tightly.

The two of them climbed back up the rubble and into the destroyed mansion as Ava went to help the others. The drones just kept on firing and tearing apart the house. Suddenly water took over dunking Jason, Tony, Liz and Rei all down into the ocean as Pepper and the other kids stayed above water.

To say Jason has taken a lot of hits for Tony and the kids was an understatement. For example, that same Christmas in 2013, there a fight on the streets where they landed in after almost drowning, as two crazy bitches was about to attack Rei. Jason choked one of women out as he was stabbed in the side.

The crazy burning women gave Jason some flirty eyes as she did so. He was not pleased. Liz was pissed off having finished fighting some guy to protect Tony.

But she thankfully swoops in wracking the women in a pole as she yelled, "Hands off, bitch!"

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He did have good moment as well, that didn't involve a fight (yet), such as 2015 during a Stark party New York City. The Avengers, young and old just finished a battle, as a party was being made to celebrate.

Jason has been in and out of Stark parties over the years, sometimes he stayed the whole night and or times he went home early. This night felt like a good one, he had his girl with him, his friends were partying and the kids were enjoying themselves.

They all deserve a win.

Hell he even danced a bit, drank a beer with Thor and played pool with Sam. He saw Steve walking away for a moment to text some girl, not declaring on who it is he was messaging, despite Nat and the other teasing him.

Nat even muttered, "Oh I'll find out."

It felt good. He rolled his eyes at Tony's jokes and laughed at others. Soon enough, the party died down as everyone rested around the living room area sharing smiles as they all chatted.

Rick has Rochelle and Luna resting on each of his shoulder, Bruce was chatting with Natasha, Maria Hill was wearing Steve's jacket as she chatted with Liz and Liane was playing with a set of cards with Lydia beating her.

Steve and Thor were sharing another bottle of beer, Tony was grab one for himself and Cole was playing Janga with Rochelle. Everyone was there. Beside it held Thor's precious hammer.

"Come man, it's trick!" Clint exclaimed swirling his drumsticks.

"Dude, I tried lifting it once in New Mexico, it's glued to whatever ground it's on!" Jason added pointing to the hammer.

"Whoever shall be worthy shall have the power! Whatever man, it's a trick."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Thor smirked chuckling allowing Clint to take a swing at it. Everyone looked around amused of the honest challenge as Clint stood up smug looping his hand around the handle trying to pick it up. But failed dryly chuckling as he joked.

"Smell the silent judgement." Tony remark.

"Please, Stark, by all means." Clint said returning back to his seat next to his blonde friend.

"Oh this gonna be good.." Liz muttered hearing Liane snort at her comment.

Some of the young heroes wiggled their eyebrows, cracking a few jokes and engaging in conversations as they all watched.

Tony stood up muttering how it was all physic and how he planned to use rule Asgard as Bruce rolled his eyes, watching his friend trying but failed. He even returned with an Iron Man arm to help and lift it. Poor Rhodey was pulled into it too.

"Are you even pulling?" Tony exclaimed.

"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey told him.

"Alright let's go."

Still nothing. Soon enough, almost everyone tried. Rochelle and Cassie gave it a try, as their eyes flashes trying to find the strength to do it. Rei scoffed as him and Rick round came, believing putting both their heads together they can do it.

Bruce pretended to turn like the Hulk as he pulled, causing a roar of chuckles and laugher from the gang. Nat smiled finding it cute shaking her head. Ethan and Ji-Hoon picked up the pace, but failed.

Liane and Cole teamed up to pick the hammer from it's place on the table. Hell, some of the teammates tried to use magic but instead moved the table and items surrounding it.

Liz and Lydia joined forces, taking the team up route. Tony joked how he tried it already but failed. It went on and on for a while, passing drinks and snacks watching the show of friends take their turn at Thor's challenge.

Then it was Cap's turn.

Steve took a swing of beer before getting up with a smile. His eyes narrowed rolling up his sleeves taking a deep breathe, looping his hands around the handle and pulled.

The Hammer Nudge.

It made a small squeaking noise, some eyes turned gasping to themselves and other didn't even catch wind of it quick enough to catch the moment. Thor's eyes widen as his stress level turned up a little thinking it was dreaming. Steve pulled again, as the hammer stayed in place.

Steve raised his hands in air declaring defeat with a small smile. Thor was chuckling as he said, "Ha! Nothing."

Luna and Natasha didn't even bothering knowing it won't work, despite Bruce and Rick nudging them on. They were smart in a way to watch and laugh the whole go on. Not everyone went, some decided to try again after getting some food in their system.

But again nothing.

"All difference to the man who wouldn't be king. It's rigged." Tony proclaimed searching for another beer.

"You bet your ass." Clint added in agreement.

Maria smirked, "Steve, he said a bad language work."

Steve sighed and looked at Tony as he said, "You tell everyone about that?"

Tony ignored his comment and joked, "The handles imprinted right? Like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprint is, the literal translation."

"If so, then Thor's son or daughter should be able to lift it right?" Rochelle questioned which sparked a whole other conversations among themselves.

One of them wondered who exactly can lift and what would it take to do so.

Thor stood up from the couch, putting his drink down as everyone looked at him.

"Yes, yes, that's a very interesting theory. But got a simpler one." Thor said bending down then lifting his hammer with such ease, "You're all not worthy."

Everyone chuckle, commenting on his words and either rolled their eyes at his answer. Some of them shook their heads, exchanging looks with one another.

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Ahh that's what I got for now!💘 I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about Uncle JJ and his group of mishaps he calls children.

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 11 months

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Mysterious Cafe Meet Up

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader || Meet Cute Fluff

Genre: fluff, meet-cute

Notes: I think that Bucky would definitely have a typewriter and carry it everywhere

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Writing was a new-found outlet for the man, the myth, the Winter Solider, James Barnes. Writing once when he was alone on his mission a few years ago was a great outlet to focus on himself. The writing was a great center point for him while he was still adjusting to the new age, the new wave of it all. It was like a wave crashing on him, onto the man whose soul was still back in his time. Typing on his typewriter, which he found in a thrift store, was bliss for Bucky, reminded of the oh-so-familiar rusty click sounds of the letters.

The typewriter was mainly used to annoy people around him who just decided to drink from his white non-branded mug on the left top shelf, third from the right side. This person just knew what tore Bucky's strings, you know who I mean. Sam… Sam and Bucky had hate-a-little-bit-of-friendship, and if Sam drank from Bucky's cup, Bucky would type loudly on the typewriter. Each sip=each letter. To somehow even the Plainfield.

Sam enjoyed the annoyance of bothering Bucky so much so that Bucky had gotten writer's block from Sam's constant mug-stealing and illegal sipping.

'Sam, what the hell! Can you not!' Bucky looked at his friend/enemy, hoping that his brain would stop where he was creating the story. 'This is my time! And that is my mug...no, don't take another sip. No!'

Sam chortles at the soldiers' antics, seeing it more so as a diminutive kid throwing a tantrum just because someone took his cup.

'I didn't know that your panties were in a bunch because of this.' Sam finishes his sentence with a sip.

Bucky stands up, keen to take back his cup, but his gaze fails as he looks back to his typewriter, saying a claimant and sharp 'No!' Bucky's brain shortcuts the idea and writing, fleeing away.

'I hope you are happy, bird brain. I just lost my trail of thought.'

taking his typewriter, he walks to Sam, stopping to say, 'If I didn't like this typewriter, I would hurl it in your face.'

'Go touch some grass, Barnes. You have been here the last 4 days.' Sam says, tapping Bucky's shoulder as he takes a sip walking into the kitchen to make himself another cup of coffee.

Walking out into the city, Bucky feels the people's stares, glances, and just plain rude stares at the man.

Yeah, yeah, judge me. As if seeing a man carrying a typewriter is something odd, but when another person walks into the city with a bat outfit, and they are normal, please!

Walking into the central square park, next to it was a cafe offering a cozy place enveloped with flowers growing across the walls, terrace, and chairs, exuding an ethereal presence. A magnifying pull encapsulates him, and Bucky sees himself sitting on the patio.

'What would you like to drink?' A voice asks him, dainty and cheerfully

Bucky looks to his side to see the owner of the voice; turning around to see a lady, a gorgeous lady, an astonishingly cute woman who---

'Would you like to order something to drink, sir?' she asks again, examining him with doe eyes filled with curiosity and patience.

'Uhm--uhh, so pretty.' Bucky mumbles, looking at her

losing the ability to speak, he looks at the menu, standing on the table, opens it, and points to a drink just to get the ball rolling.

'You would like the Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn Sprinkles?' she asks, jotting down the order on her paper as she waits for him to confirm it.

'Yes.' he voices, ensuring with a nod.

The lady walks away, and Bucky looks back at the menu, smiling. His gaze halts as he looks at the picture of the drink he 'wanted.'

Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn?! My goodness, that is a mouthful just to say it let alone drink it.

Looking behind him to see the bar, the lady making the drink as she chatted with her coworkers, one of them seeing Bucky's gaze on the lady. Her coworker whispers to her, making her blush. Bucky looks back, feeling a ping of butterflies in his brain.

What should I do? I really want to impress her... I know I'll place the writer on the table. Quick! I can hear her footsteps, type something, anything. Act cool! Be cool, James!

Placing the confectionery drink near his hand, the youthful lady says, 'Enjoy!'

In an instant, a wave of enthusiasm washes over Bucky as he looks at her, saying proudly, 'Just the drink I need to get me going on my writing.'

'You write?' She asks curiously

Bucky leans back into the garden chair, saying ever so subtly, 'Yes, I have written a few good books, and now I am on my 4th one.'

'Oh, wow, I wish I was a writer. A lot of great writers always have the best personal stories to tell. But most of the time, when I start writing, I get terrible writer's block, and by the time it clears up. I forget what I want to write about. But my best friend, he is a great writer.'

She looks at him with a soft smile on her face, her eyes radiating comfort. 'And what does your friend do when he has writer's block?'

'He always says that writing about your personal story, that way you can make peace with your past by writing and learning from it.'

Bucky smiles, the butterflies bubbling in his veins, coursing in his body, wanting more of this interaction.

'Anyways, I have to get back. Enjoy your drink.' The lady leaves, and Bucky just can't help but to smile to himself, almost giggling like a schoolgirl at the innocent interaction.

As he looks back at his typewriter, Bucky chugs down the drink. And stands up with his typewriter in his hand. Walking in to pay for his drink, he is welcomed by the coworker's friend.

'Hello. I would like to pay for my drink.'

'Of course. That would be 5.20$.'

Bucky hands her the money leaving a generous tip. 'Can you also thank your friend for the writing advice.'

The friend smiles, nodding, and Bucky asks one more question, 'I don't want to sound like a creep, I am really not, but what is her name?'

'Y/n. The name is Y/n.' The lady in question walks to the counter, smiling at the soldier. 'And what is your name?' She asks

'James. But my friends call me Bucky.'

'My friend also has a friend called James.'

'Small world.' He grins

Y/n leans to the side, seeing a newly formed line of customers waiting. Getting the memo, Bucky bids the ladies farewell as he walks back home.

Returning to his shared apartment, Bucky sat at the dining table with his typewriter and started to write using his personal past to remove the writer's block. The apartment door opens as Sam walks in, seeing Bucky typing diligently. Bucky greets him with a nod as Sam grabs the same mug from later today. Bucky simply glances at his cup but continues to type, the clicking sounds filling the apartment. Bucky finishes the last page, typing out

I want to meet her again.

Sam grins at Bucky as he walks into the kitchen to grab another mug.

'You got over your mug tantrum?'

Bucky chuckles and shrugs at the notion. Sam looks at his phone as it buzzes an incoming call for Captain America.

'Sorry, I have to take this. It's my friend.'

Bucky acknowledged and walks away into his room, hearing Sam talking

'Hey, Y/n. How was your day?'

Bucky froze, not believing which name he heard. Turning around, he catches Sam's all-knowing gaze.

'Oh, and what did that Bucky look like?' Sam chortles, seeing Bucky near closer and closer

'Well, by the sounds of it, that Bucky guy sounds like a creep. Especially the ones that say, "I am definitely not a creep"... I need to go, darlin', but I'll call ya later. Bye!'

Hanging up, Sam falls on the floor as Bucky tackles him.

'I am not a creep!'

Hope you liked it!

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risentohell · 1 year

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*DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL*(im sorry).

You listened as her steps retreated from your door before a heavy sigh left your lips and you collapsed onto your bed, staring at the ceiling. You had counted three times, the AC had turned on then off again before you moved to the desk you had in the corner of your room.

A small grimace was on your lips as you wrote a note for each of the Avengers, the people you considered to be your family. Clint was first, you pen met the paper and everything from there was poured from your soul.

Clint, or Agent Barton (as you made me call you)

You were always a father figure to me and I appreciated that with so much love even if you gave me hell for everything I had ever done wrong on a mission. I just want you to know that you, letting me meet your family and too have them accept me without question was hard for me. No, don't think of it as a bad thing, it's just growing up the way I did. I had never known that kind of love a family member could give, for Connor to hug me after only meeting me was shocking. Then to look up and see the love you and Laura had in your eyes, directed at me well it made me realize I could never be enough to be a part of your family and I want you to know even though I love you and your family more than my own could ever imagine. I know I can never be a part of it.

With deep regret

-Ryaion Liaonn.

Steve Rogers, (the best America of I could have)

You were the best friend anyone could have ever wanted, super soldier or not. You Steve are strong and courageous even without the serum. (Peggy was right). I hope you know that you are a brother to me and I'm sorry if you wanted more but I could never have that just to let you down in the end. Just as I've let all of you down, like usual.

You smiled sadly as a tear slipped down your cheek and smeared the paper.

Please do not try anything stupid when I'm gone and most importantly learn to love again, if not I will come back and haunt your ass. ( yea I know language )

Yes you can laugh

-yours truly RL

Tony, (a friend I never asked for)

You were what I needed when I was really low and I am truly sorry I have let you down. I tried so hard to be the best for you and the rest of the team and well I can't do it anymore so I apologize. Tony I want you to promise me you will fight for everything and stay clean for not just me but for Pepper and the Team. I know you love them, just stop trying so hard to be the asshole of the group ( and the drunk ).

Against better judgment you pulled out a bottle chuckling as you did so, sighing into the air around you, you unskewed the cap and took a large chug before placing it back down and closing it.

I love you Tones and don't want to see you push yourself over the edge that I made, get better and love Pepper like I know you want to.

The friend you never wanted

-RyRy

A smile graced your lips as you remember the memories you had of the team so far of Tony when you shoved him for making fun of you as you cooked (burnt) pancakes in the morning. How he would throw tools at you when you commented on the trash in the lab.

Or when Steve and you would spend most Saturdays watching TV together all cuddled up as others on the team slept or moved around the compound. Waking up curled into his side while Sam or Bucky chuckled as both of your reddened cheeks.

Or the last three Christmases you had spent with Clint at his home with his family. Another layer of tears streaked down your cheeks. (he always was your favorite) “Aunt Ry look what Santa got me” Connor screamed as he pushed a game system into your hands subjectively spilling the tea you had across your lap. Luckily only ruining your pants and robe and not his new toy. You could see the tears in his eyes as you dropped the cup and pulled the device away from him and the mess that was your lap. “Conns it's okay, it's okay your game is okay and I can always change pants.” you reassured the boy. Looking up you caught Laura’s eyes as she mouthed thankyou you sent her a swift nod before leaning down and kissing the boy's forehead and whispering for him to ‘relax he wasn't in trouble.’ With the way he had pulled you into his arms you would of thought it was a younger version of yourself that was just told that your family loved you, a giant smile graced your lips for the rest of the day no matter what happen from the snowball fight to you accidentally burning your tongue on a cup of hot chocolate.

Another knock at your door brought you back to the present “Ryaion It's Bruce um look I know we haven't really talked much since you joined but the others are worried about you. It's been two days and you haven't come out of your room and we're all starting to worry.” you wanted to smile but you couldn't.

‘They don’t care, Ryaion, don't listen to him you are and will always be nothing. They're just making sure it's not their fault when you die. It's all your fault they all knew, you even knew you weren't strong enough so get it over with and end the misery.’ “I'm fine Bruce, you or any of the team don't have to look after me.” you respond before telling FRIDAY to lock all entrances. You hummed feeling the tightness in your chest as you continued with your letters.

Bruce (aka the baddest of the original six)

I know you want to laugh, Banner so go ahead, just know you were the baddest of the original six and no matter what the others say you will always be the baddest of the Avengers from strongest to smartest even if Thor and Tony disagree just don't let them know I told you so. ( Wouldn't want them to see me any differently.) “What was it seven, (really seven) PHD’s and you still kept on learning as if nothing else mattered, when something intrigued you your eyebrow rose and I don't know why but it was always funny to me. All the pain you went through and you just wanted to learn even if it was to get rid of a side of you that never needed getting rid of just know I was never scared or worried you well he would do something.

A menace to your lab

-And your favorite lab partner, Ion

Thor (my giant golden retriever)

May you be a God but in my eyes you were always a giant Puppy dog who just wanted to be seen, bouncing around, barking. “Do you remember the time we went for a walk and you got so distracted by a little yellow puppy that you full on stopped in the middle of a crosswalk?’ well if not just know I do and it was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. A god, a literal god mesmerized by a small yellow dog. Me yanking on your arm to move when a horn honked startling both of us. And the same thing happen to me when I stopped in the middle of a walkway to watch a small black cat lick their paw in the window front of a library. You pulling on my arm to get me to come back to reality. Thor I want you to always be that golden retriever for me and never lose the childlike wonder you have, please for me.

To my ray of sunshine

-from your black cat

Peter (a younger brother and friend)

Hey so um I'm sorry Pete. I don't know why I just know you're going to be the one to realize something is wrong and to be the one to find me and I apologize. Please forgive me but this last mission really did me in and I'm done. I cant keep fighting this anymore just know its not your fault and that I'll let Uncle Ben know you miss him. Hey no, no crying just you keep being the best Neighborhood Spider Man that you can and Uncle Ben and I will be making fun of you from where we are at. Let Aunt May know that I will miss her as well and can't have that woman mad at me too. I don't know what I would do if she hated me as much as my own parents did. Don't let the team know but I was really grateful when Tony recruited you and I'm sorry I had to leave you in this way. I'm also sorry for you alway being the shoulder I cried on, I'm sorry for you having to learn of my past, you are and will always be the best brother out of anyone.

A little brother I always wanted even if I was just one year older.

- a sibling never needed but was wanted

Sitting back in your chair your let out a sob as you thought of the last Avenger you wanted to leave a note for, ‘you’re Natasha’ or as she had told you once the quin jet had landed back at the compound “were done Ryaion you are nothing to me and I am nothing to you so do us both a favor and leave.” She shoved you aside at the end of her sentence that ended your “secret” relationship of the past two years and also ended a life of twenty-four years. You nodded as she stormed away, who couldn’t blame her you had messed up the mission so badly that Hulk was let free, Tony and Steve were shot. The only thing was you were shot too. Only you hid your pain so well that none of them saw you stumble away from the few remaining piles of burning rubble or the way you stumbled onto the jet, or even when Natasha shoved you that a flash of pain flashed through your eyes.

A bullet was lodged near the top of your spine and you spent a day and a half removing it. You laid in your blood soaked sheets for twenty minutes after before falling into your desk chair with a huff of pain after slipping on an old gray hoodie and some sweats. You sat in your desk chair and wrote the notes they didn't need or in your opinion or ever wanted. Sure on the second day when Bruce had knocked you wanted to come clean, then you remembered her face as she looked at you in shame, regret, and even hate. You pulled the bullet from your pocket still smeared with your dried blood.

Natasha (I'm sorry)

I love you my ‘little’ spider but I will never live up to what you want or need so I leave you with this. The bullet that took me away from you. The small piece of metal that caused my sorry excuse for powers to surge and all I could hear was my family, well more my father telling me how I will never be enough. So close yet so far away from my spine for me to be a sad excuse of an agent and with this small metal object is the reason I could not help the team and for you to leave and no I do not leave it with you to feel like it was your fault, I leave it with you to know that I was only human and you are but a goddess that I should have never been allowed to worship.

You're once was.

You place the bullet on top of her letter with a sigh.

Pushing away from the desk where you had placed each envelope, you rose with a groan and a bit of nausea and moved to the closet pulling out your best suit and put it on. Going to the bathroom you pulled out the razor you had hidden away. You slumped against the wall, the pain in your back surging from the sudden force. “Shit your mumbled as you rolled up your left sleeve. Placing the blade against the center of your wrist you pressed and dragged in down towards the inside of your elbow. Trembling, you rolled the sleeve back down before doing the same to the other arm. The button of your right sleeve slipped through just as your consciousness escaped. A smile the team had learned to love graced your lips as you drifted away.

“Hey mister Stark have you seen Ray? She didn't show up on campus today, or well the last four days.” Peter asked as he strolled into the common room with his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yea we had a mission Pete and they haven't left their room since then.” Tony answered without looking up as he swiped away on the screen in front of him. Peter frowned at that “what do you mean?” Peter asked this time stopping in his tracks before trugging off his bag. Tony raised up the hem of his shirt showing the bandage on his side “they got Steve and I shot, Bruce to hulk out and pissed off Romanoff in the process so being the coward they are they've hidden in their room “oh no” was all Peter uttered before running to your room “RYAION OPEN UP” he screamed as he bashed his fist against the door with no response “FRIDAY OPEN THE DOOR” I'm afraid I can't do that Peter, Agent Raion has asked to not be disturbed.” the AI answered “FRIDAY READ ME RYAION’S VITALS NOW.” he bellowed, still slamming his fist against the door. “Agent Ryaion is unresponsive at this time Peter.” FRIDAY responded. That seemed to ignite something in the boy as he kicked your door open against all of the stark tech.

He found you in the bathroom laying on the floor, as he cradled you in his arms Tony appeared in the bathroom doorway with Bruce right behind him. “You didn't even try to check on them,” Peter stumbled out as he looked up at the two. “You all just let them lay here and ,an… and didn't even try. Do you know how much they went through or dID…DID YOU ALL JUST CAST THEM ASIDE?” he screamed as the others gathered in the doorway. Peter laid you down gently before softly laying your limp figure down before smashing the door against the door frame in anger. “YOU ALL, ALL OF YOU BUT YOU NATASHA.” a scoff left Peter’s lips as he shoved a finger against her chest. “I BET KNOWN OF YOU KNEW OF THEIR PAST OR HOW MUCH THEY CARED ABOUT ALL OF YOU.” he stumbled before sitting on your bed

His gaze was brought to the door he slammed where you rested against the ground cold and alone for so long. “NONE OF YOU EVEN TRIED TO ASK. NOt, not even once.” he sniffled remembering the nights where he held you while you told your darkest secrets about your past. Peter rose from the bed as Tony and Natasha approached him “did you even know that when they messed up their powers turned against them and all they could hear is their father telling them that they were and could never be enough? Or the late nights they spent crying as he ‘corrected them’ ” he asked as he wiped away his tears. Clint stiffened at that he knew some of your past but never that you were abused in any way or that to the rest of the team's knowledge that you had abilities. Peter stood sternly as he walked through the crowd of people before grabbing his bag beside the common room couch and left the compound.

One month

It had been one month before all of The Avengers were sat down in a conference room. Waiting for two people one being Peter Parker and the other being Clint Barton. After your death Peter disappeared for almost two weeks; not talking to anyone once he returned, Not even Natasha. Even Fury was waiting when suddenly Peter and Clint walked in together. Fury sighed as he rubbed at his good eye, “now that you're all here; Ryaion left notes for you and that's why we are gathered here so I may give them to you. With a nod to the person behind him he left the room. The small langly of a person preceded to hand them out, shaking as they did so. The first note landed in Thor’s hands. His lip trembled at your letter “thank you” he said before calling upon his hammer and disappearing.

Natasha and Tony scoffed while Peter frowned. Steve was the first to open his note and the tears streaming down his cheeks wouldn't stop as he walked out of the room..

Then Tony as he read your letter, Clint read his and immediately left the room followed by Bruce. Natasha was left with Peter alone in the room, she turned to the boy as he held an envelope.

Did they not leave me one?” she asked as the intern ran from the room she turned to Peter. He sighed, sliding the white rectangle to her “yes I've read it,before you ask just know i'm not done hating you.” he tried a smile then left the room only leaving Natasha.

She frowned as she looked down at the envelope, there was a bulge keeping it from being completely flat. With shaky hands she opened the flap and poured a bloody corrupted bullet into her hands. She sat there confused for a moment before pulling out the sheet of paper.

Natasha (I'm sorry)

I love you my ‘little’ spider but I will never live up to what you want or need so I leave you with this. The bullet that took me away from you.The small piece of metal that caused my sorry excuse for powers to surge and all I could hear was my family, well more my father telling me how I will never be enough. So close yet so far away from my spine for me to be a sad excuse of an agent and with this small metal object is the reason I could not help the team and for you to leave and no I do not leave it with you to feel like it was your fault, I leave it with you to know that I was only human and you are but a goddess that I should have never been allowed to worship.

You're once was.

Natasha had read it over and over again trying to understand that you loved her as much as she loved you and her being a widow only ruined things. Well I mean did she really know you from what she learned after you passed was that you had powers and spent more time with Peter than she thought. She frowned before storming out of the room to find Peter.

He was in the common room watching your favorite TV show “What does this mean Parker?” she asked, throwing the letter against his chest.

He fumbled with the letter against his chest before he scoffed and threw it to the floor “it means that Ryaion had always loved you and you threw it away for a chance to be the big dog and show it. You ruined them and didn't show any remorse in the act Agent Romanoff.” that shocked her he had always called her Natasha “They came back from a mission with a bullet inside of them and you shoved them aside without any thought, or even releasing their pain just so you could prove your better and to think they thought.” he stopped himself before storming off. She went to grab his arm and he shoved her “don't touch me Romanoff you are the reason my sister is dead.” he sneered before marching off. He stopped as he reached the elevator “FRIDAY WHY DON'T YOU PLAY THE FOOTAGE FROM RYAION’S ROOM THE NIGHT THEY GOT BACK FROM THEIR LAST MISSION. OH AND DON'T TURN IT OFF UNTIL I SAY SO.” he screamed before stepping into the metal box.

Natasha froze as FRIDAY pulled up the image of you in a pair of boxers and a sports bra digging at your back with a pair of pliers, blood spilling down your back as you pulled the small object from your back with a small cry of pain.

It repeated for days and then weeks, Tony even tried to rewrite FRIDAY’S code to get it to stop but nothing changed and for some reason everytime the team tried something the volume rose. They eventually gave up and just waited for Peter to return as they all avoided the common room at all costs.

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Mistakes of the Past ((Ex) Thor x Oc)

“She’s…here?” Steve asked, getting out of Tony’s car.

He nodded. “She bought this land four years ago.”

They walked along a gravel path until they reached a metal gate, it was long worn and just barely holding on.

“Let me just-” Tony started, getting ready to blast the lock.

Steve cut him off by tearing through the chains and throwing it out of the way. “Come on.”

Tony blinked at him before jogging to catch up.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” Steve asked. “Seems pretty…empty.”

As they walked over the hill a green and lush field came into view. The two stopped and gasped at the pristine white house that resided at the end of the plain.

“I’m pretty confident.”

They made it to the smooth cement driveway, an ATV and side-by-side parked next to a side door, on the grass was a green truck with a few bumper stickers.

“Soooooo,” Tony trailed off, staring at the dark oak door. “How are we doing this?”

“Just ring the doorbell?” Steve said like it was obvious.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Because I’m sure she gets tons of visitors out here, and I’m sure she won’t be overjoyed to see us. Have you ever been cursed by her? I have, I could only talk in rhymes for a week.”

“Well-”

They’re heads bolted up at the dog barking, a fully grown German Shepherd whipped around the corner and began to howl and bark at the two men.

“MILA SHUT UP!” A voice roared from inside the house.

The dog didn’t stop, instead getting closer. Footsteps from behind the door. “Mila is swear if there’s another squirrel I’m going to fiaya ra.”

Her voice was as accented as it was back then, Steve and Tony both looked at the door while watching the angry dog. The dog was quickly forgotten as the door whipped open and an angry pale face came out.

“Mila wha-”

Adele froze in her place staring at the two men. “Oh,” She dropped the door handle and stood straight. “Hi.”

She wore casual clothing far unlike her old attire, instead it was replaced by a dark blue hoodie with faded words of Stark Industries in bold letters along with a pair of light gray shorts.

Mila continued to yap in the background, Adele looked at her sharply and snapped her hand. “Mila, get in here.”

The dog dropped her head and lumbered inside.

After she stepped back and opened the door. “It’s hot as fuck outside, come in.”

The main room was wide open with shining oak lining the walls, there was a TV hanging up on the wall with leather couches and arm chairs, along the walls were numerous deer antlers and heads mounted.

“Did you build this?” S asked.

She shrugged. “I’ve had time.”

Tony ran his hand along the wall, looking at the craftsmanship, while Jarvis surveyed the area. “Morgan would tear this place apart.”

“Morgan?” Adele said, returning behind the counter to a small pot of boiling water.

Tony’s face seemed to light up. “Pepper and I’s daughter.”

She smiled warmly. “Congrates.”

“Thank-”

“Sir, a rapidly approaching figure behind you.”

Tony whipped around and looked around. “Wha-”

He was cut off with a grunt and a tiny fist hit his midsection. “GET AWAY FROM MY ATHLA!”

Adele threw her head back and laughed and Tony genuinely struggled against the little girl. “That’s enough Alix.”

The little girl with blonde hair and shining blue eyes stopped and blinked up at him before scampering off to her mother. “Did I do good?”

The little girl was around four, maybe five, she had her father’s eyes and sharp features but her hair and ears belonged to her mother.

Adele smiled and lifted her up. “Very well indeed,” She turned off the stove and turned to the two gaping men. “This is Tony and Steve.”

Her eyes narrowed, she turned to her mother and whispered quietly, Adele nodded and Alix turned to them with bright eyes. “You know my papa?”

The men melted, Steve met Adele’s eyes from behind her head. “I think so Kiddo.”

She wiggled around and her mother set her down to look at them. “Was he cool as momma?”

Tony wrinkled his nose at the thought of him now. “Not nearly,” He knelt down beside the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Alixandra,” She mumbled, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’ll be alright, Hun.”

“Dinner’s ready baby,” Adele said, putting a bit of noodles with white sauce on a bowl. “Floor or table?”

The little girl perked up. “Floor!”

“Careful,” She warned, handing the plate over.

Once she had bounded over and the beginning of Paw Patrol started. Tony looked at her. “Ady.”

“Want food?” She asked, reaching up for more plates. “No trouble, Alix won’t eat the leftovers so-”

“Does he know?” Steve interrupted quietly.

She got quiet and looked at the top of her daughter's head. Very softly and full of sorrow she whispered. “No.”

Tony covered his mouth with his hand and looked at her with wide eyes. “Oh God.”

She shut her own eyes and nodded. “I know.”

“How long?”

“I found out a year after the blip,” She said, swiping a hand down her face. “Just before he went…you know. I got mad at all the drinking n’ shit, he told me if I hated it that much I could leave at free will,” she sighed. “I understood that he’d be in no place to raise a baby, so I ran here.”

They stared at her. “Have you talked to each other?”

“You didn’t hear the way he spoke to me,” She said sadly. “Like I was an ant under his boot, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.”

Tony snorted. “Neither could we when we found him.”

She barked a laugh. “That bad?”

“We brought him to the compound,” Steve told her, grinning. “Drank for an hour, spent the last five days crying over his missing wife.”

“Tell the bastard I refuse to see him until he gets his act together,” She scoffed, the men became uncomfortable. “What?”

Tony cleared his throat. “Ady he thinks you died.”

Adele’s eyebrows raised. “He could not be farther from wrong.”

“And you don’t want to see him under any circumstance?” Steve asked fidgeting, Tony gave him a ‘wtf’ look.

She squinted at him. “Not if I can help it,” Her eyes turned panicked real quick. “He’s not here is he,” She looked at Alix who was giggling at the TV.

“No no no,” Tony said, waving his hand. “It’s just…we have a plan, you know, to bring everyone back.”

The elf turned quiet looking at her daughter and pursing her lips. “You need my help.”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve corrected. “You know more than anyone about the Aether.”

She sneered and waved her hand, a floating hologram of the infinity stone in question appeared in front of them. “That vile thing was the undoing of my civilization, it’s a goddamn living vessel of evil,” Alix looked behind her in fright, Adele dropped her magic and waved at her daughter.

Alix gave her a confused look and got ready to stand up, her mother shook her head and she plopped back down. As much as Adele would hate to admit it, she wanted her daughter to see the best of this universe and with the blip it wouldn’t happen.

Steve sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially with a kid but-”

She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. “Faja.”

Tony smirked at her swear. “Pepper can watch the kid.”

Adele sat up and glared at the two. “I hate you two.”

“Hey Pepper,” Adele said smiling at the red haired woman, she gasped and sobbed running to hug her.

“Adele! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my..”

The sat for a while and embraced each other, Tony with Alix and Steve with a few suitcases, awkwardly stood there. “Hey there woman I married!” Tony exclaimed prying her away from Adele. “Missed you too!”

Pepper glared at him. “Did you get milk while you were out?”

“Well..no.”

She brushed past him and looked at Steve, again her hand fluttered to her face and she gasped. “Is that-”

The little girl snored again, tucked against Steve’s neck drool falling on his shirt. Adele smiled fondly at her. “This is Alix.”

She took him from Steve and into her own arms, Pepper’s eyes filled with unshed tears and she looked at the toddler. “Is she Thor’s?”

Adele smiled thinly and nodded, Pepper’s look of pity was enough to make her think of less than pleasant memories. “Yes.”

“Mooooooooommmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Tony went into the cabin and opened his arms. “Maguna!”

“Dadda,” She said. “Can I have a popsicle?”

He dropped his arms and turned to an amused Adele. “Does yours do this? I put you in your mother, show some respect.”

“Yes or no?” Morgan pressed, she finally looked behind her and her eyes lit up at the sight of Steve. “UNCLE STEVIE,” She bolted up and forgot about the popsicle, Steve set down the bags and scooped the kid into his arms. “What are you doing here?” Finally she set eyes on Adele who was wiping off Alix’s face. “Who this.”

Tony took her from Steve and walked over to Adele. “This is Legolas.”

Adele laughed softly. “Hello Mrs. Stark.”

Morgan watched her. “Who are you?”

“I just told you-”

Adele shushed Tony, getting a laugh out of the little girl. “My name is Adele.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your voice is funny.”

Tony put her down. “She’s an alien, can you show her to the guest room?”

She skipped up the stairs and waited for Adele. “We don’t get visitors a lot, actually sometimes Happy comes. But he doesn’t count. Oh! And Momma’s friend Sarah comes with Josh, but he’s seven and doesn’t like playing with me. Is your daughter five like me? I want more friends, dadda had a lot of friends. In the avengers, were you in the avengers?” She continued to ramble until Alix was laid down and they were walking down stairs. “-You have pretty hair, I wish mine was like yours. My dad likes to braid my hair but I don’t like it.”

Tony smiles as they come into the living room. “Maguna.”

“Are you really an-” She looked at her dad. “What.”

“What?” he mocks. “Bedtime, go with Mom.”

She gasps and clutches Adele’s leg. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Pepper shushes her quickly and picks her up. “C’mon stinky.”

The kid whines and cries all the way up, the three of them sigh and Adele slumps into an armchair. “Oh gods.”

Tony yawns and cracks his neck. “Alright no rest yet, game plan time.”

Sitting around a round table they look at a model of the time machine. “And you’re at 100 percent?”

Adele looked down at her hands. “It’s in my blood, Tony, I’ll be fine.”

“Just double checking.”

Steve pushed off the table. “Then it’s settled, we leave tomorrow.”

“I love you,” Adele said, looking intensely into her daughter’s eyes. “I’ll be gone for a few days, you’ll be here with Aunt Pepper and Morgan.”

She sniffled and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. “Where goin’?”

Her mother smiled sadly. “You remember the stories I told you of?”

Alix gasped and grabbed her mom’s cheeks. “Goin’ see papa? Tell him I love him”

Steve’s eyes turned down and Tony rubbed Adele’s back. The woman shakily kissed her daughter’s forehead and sighed. “I love you Aldalacka.”

“Love you too Athla.”

Adele kept her eyes outside, watching the trees roll by as she got farther from her child.

“She’ll be fine, momma bear,” Steve said looking at her in the rearview.

She chuckled and looked at him. “I know that, just nervous.”

They rolled up to the white building, her eyebrows shot to the car roof and she whistled. “You know I think I liked the tower more.”

Tony laughed. “Well you damn Asguardians kept breaking the roof.”

“Fair.”

They strode into the building, Tony and Steve in their usual attire, Adele wore a pair of black leggings and a dark green t-shirt. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her pale hair was braided loosely from the top of her scalp down to her waist.

“Someone wanna explain the spaceship?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Stark?”

Tony threw his hands up. “Blame the raccoon.”

“The…what?” She paused a few steps from the doors.

“You’ll see,” Steve said, holding the door.

She walked in hesitantly and followed Tony to an elevator. “How many people are here?”

Steve winced. “I’m not sure people is the right word.”

The elevator opened to a board room.

“FUCK YOU I’M RIGHT!”

“SCREW YOU JACKASS ITS 14 AND YOU KNOW IT!”

Tony stomped in, Steve and Adele following behind. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” He yelled.

Slowly she took in the sight before her, The Hulk and a raccoon were leaning over a table looking at a blueprint locked in a screaming match. In chairs, half asleep, was Rhodey and Natasha, Clint was standing beside a door on his phone like this was a regular occurrence, a blue chick was performing live operation to her wrist with a screwdriver, another average looking man was looking at everything in wonder.

She looked around the room slowly before looking at Steve with a quizzical expression, he shrugged, she frowned and crossed her arms.

“Tony,” The hulk sighed, Adele’s jaw dropped. “Finally someone competent.”

“Excuse-”

“Should the jump point be at 7.5 or 14.5?” He asked.

Tony glanced down at the papers. “7.5.”

The raccoon jumped up and clapped his hands with a whoop. “HAH.”

Hulk sighed and erased a note. “Okay then.”

Meanwhile Adele stood blubbering like a fish, Steve walked forward and dragged her with him. “Team, this is Adele, some of you may know her,” Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Hulk all looked up at her. “Some of you may not,” The raccoon was looking at her ears with dollar signs in his eyes, the average looking man had an awestruck look on his face, the blue lady couldn’t care less. “She’s an elf as you may be able to tell and knows first hand information about the Aether.”

“How much for the ears?” The raccoon asked with a smirk.

She looked at him curiously. “How much to get you to shut up?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Adele?” Natasha said, walking up to her. “Jesus Chirst where have you been?”

She smiled sadly. “Long story.”

Hulk stood up and gave her a bear hug. “Ady!”

Adele squeaked and released a burst of energy from her palm to push him back. “Bruce?!?!?”

He rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded. “Long story.”

She swore in elvish and gave him up and down. “I can tell.”

Clint came up to her next. “Come to collect Gandum Style?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

His face turned surprised. “Thor? You know that god you married?”

“Oh shit,” She mumbled. “Forgot about that.”

Natasha gave her a worried look. “What happened these past years.”

She had opened her mouth to talk about Alix.

A broken whisper came from behind her. “Adele?”

She tensed and slowly turned, for a moment she could say a word, because holy fucking shit this guy needed a day at the gym. “What the fuck.”

His eyes filled with tears. “I-” He stopped and reached for her.

She flinched aggressively and smacked his hand away. “Gakape ke faja raefe kam io (Get the fuck away from me),” She spat. “I don’t want to catch whatever this is.”

If Adele had been in a calm state of mind maybe she wouldn’t be speaking like this. For a moment the heartbroken and longing look of this man's face cleared the clouds. Then she remembered how he treated her after she offered to help every time he was down.

Thor dropped his hand and looked down at his grubby clothes. “I’m not ill.”

“Look at yourself,” She snarled. “Disgusting,” Steve grabbed her forearm and pulled her back before it could get worse. Not before her last words, they jarred him straight to his core. “Io Aldalacka fra losana re reminre (My Alixandra loves you even if she doesn’t know you).”

As she walked away he whispered. “Who is Alixandra?”

Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Jarvis remind me to throw away all of my beer.”

“Will do, sir.”

#Thor x oc #Avengers x oc #oc #oc fanfiction #fanfiction #i have no idea what in doing #avengers endgame #marvel #Avengers x reader #Thor x reader

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glitchpostcore · 1 year

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Tony:Spongebob must be very popular at orgys...

Steven: don't you dare finish that-

Tony:cause man he's got a lot of holes.

Steven:

Peter who overheard them*calling ned while his hands shake and he is crying while allison covers him with a blanket *:I have heard things that I shouldn't have

#Peter Parker x reader incorrect quotes #marvel x oc #avengers incorrect quotes #avengers x oc #peter parker x oc #tony stark #incorrect quotes

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hart269 · 2 years

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Main Masterlist -

Stranger Things Masterlist

Charlie Cox Masterlist

Michael Langdon

Blasé / Atone (fin)

On Fire

Regulus Black

Slithering Hearts (series)

Bucky Barnes

Bereaved (platonic)

Avengers

Serein masterlist - Avengers x platonic!oc (discontinued)

Incorrect Quotes and stuff

Moonknight - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16

Daredevil - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Stranger Things - 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26

#masterlist #matt murdock series #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #the avengers #avengers x oc #Tristan Thorn #tristan thorn x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Shadow : Marvel OC chapter 1 sneak peak

masterlist

prologue : how it all started

Chapter 1

Shadows fall over my heart I black out the moon I wait for you to come around

Unlike Pluto, Everything black.

Chapter 1 Blackout

I never wanted this, but I suppose most of the superhumans say that. Except Steve, I mean Captain America, since he got his serum voluntarily. And Tony of course, but he is a showoff, so not really good benchmark. Me? I was perfecly happy having my normal agent life and not-so-normal college life. Yes, I was actually capable of dealing with both of them. Hardly but willfully and resolutely. I graduated my psychology studies and since then everyone was treating me like a personal couch. Not for long though. After one heated argument in which I clearly stated my mind about being exploited in such way no one dared it ever again.

"If you idiots think you can come to me with all your problems....!"

"Stay down, tiger. I just asked you a simple question."

"And what am I? Wikipedia? Google search?"

"An agent with professional knowledge in the matter."

"An agent! Precisely!" I took a step towards the newbie, who cringed "something you have a long way to go to become. Now, if I were you I would turn around and disappear before I get really angry"

"Come on, buddy" Dane, one of the old agents was quick to catch up on the situation and moved the greenie outside "she's not usually like that just has a lot going on" he looked at me frowing in confusion silently calling me to order. The only result he got was me sticking tongue at him.

"You are being uncharacteristically harsh kiddo. Need to blow off some steam?"

"Look who left his nest" I smirked "Hello Clint, got bored of watching from the distance?"

"You are an endless source of entertainment for me"

"Creep" I muttered and sighed in exasperation "At least you are shooting arrows and not being a ticking shadow time bomb"

"So that is the problem. You can't deal with being a hero now.

" Stop it! Dont; call me that. That would indicate I am a moral compass, someone with impeccable manners and high standard. And a helper... ugh..." I rolled my eyes

"That's your opinion about heros?" Clint scoffed

"No. That is Phil's opinion. His love for Captain America is just... overwhelming. But I can't force myself to argue with him."

"That;s a new one for you, isn't it? You are usually up for fight with anyone, Fury included."

"You know what, I'll take up your proposition about blowing off some steam. Train room in fifteen?"

"You don't stand a chance, kid."

"Is that a challenge, agent Barton?"

tbc

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diitopagalhai · 2 years

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ae dil hai mushkil.

Pairing : Tony Stark x desi!daughter!oc

Words : 718

Description : Radhika "Radha" Kapoor wasn't the ideal Stark child, and she knew that. She wasn't interested in science or math and she absolutely hated violence of any kind. But even with her "imperfections", how hard was it for her father to care about her for once?

A / N : This is dedicated to all of the other desi kids who search up “desi marvel” on tumblr and find very little :( I might do another part to this, but I’m not sure ( read : I am definitely doing another part to this ).

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THE FIRST time Radha met her father, she was holding her Jaggu stuffed toy close to her chest ─ so what if she was twelve? Tony Stark had jogged down the stairs, looking at his phone, accompanied by a strawberry blonde woman who had taken one look at her and gasped softly, her eyes already shining with something like affection.

Tony looked up at her, and she saw nothing.

“Hi,” he said, the lines sounding plastic and rehearsed. “I’m Tony, your dad. Now you’re gonna be staying at the Avengers Tower with me and the other Avengers. Cool?” She nodded, looking down as the cement floor in front of the tower.

She missed home. She missed her maa, Rahul, Mumbai, even Karan mama! Sure, she video-called them every week, but it just wasn’t the same.

And her father didn’t even make an effort to connect with her. Whenever he did, it was forced and fake.

“So, Radha,” he said during one dinner with the rest of the Avengers, butchering her name completely. She gritted her teeth. Her name was one of the things she loved most about herself, yet this man didn’t even try to say it correctly. “What do you like to do?”

The rest of the team looked at her expectantly. She smiled a little. “I love history, singing, and watching movies, and art. I have a friend back home ─ uh, in India, and we decided that we would open a museum of Indian art together.” While the rest of the team looked sad at her slip-up, and interested at the rest of her words, Tony rolled his eyes, and her heart sank.

She looked down at her hands. She had a piece of roti in her hand, ready to eat with her aloo gobhi. She set the roti down and pushed her chair back with a slight screech. “Um, I think I’ll go to bed now.” She picked up her plate and speed walked into the kitchen, quickly finishing the rest of her food ─ she hated wasting ─ and placing it in the sink.

On the walk back to her room, she heard a snippet of conversation from the living room. “Art. And history? Seriously?” She swallowed.

“Come on, Tony.” Someone else said exasperatedly. Perhaps Bruce or Steve? It didn’t matter though. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut. She collapsed onto her bed, crying.

“Maa, mujhe tumhari bahut yaad aa rahi hai. Mujhe yahan nahi rehna hai. Karan mama, mujhe ghar le ke jao.” Mom, I’m missing you a lot. I don’t want to stay here, Karan uncle, take me home.

The next morning, she woke up to someone knocking on her door. “J.A.R.V.I.S., open the door, please.” She managed to sit up just as the door swung open. It was Natasha.

“Hi,” the older woman said. Radha stared at her, still not fully comprehending why she was here.

“Hello?” Her voice turned up at the end so that it sounded like a question. Natasha chuckled.

“You said that you liked to watch movies?” Radha nodded shyly, surprised that someone had remembered. “Well, every Friday, we have a movie night, and we take turns choosing. Would you like to choose today?” Radha hesitated. She would love to choose, but. . .

“Tony won’t be there,” Natasha promised. “He’s always in his lab anyways.” Radha smiled.

“Okay.” That night, Radha, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Thor ─ and Pepper, a pleasant surprise ─ gathered in the living room in front of the television. Radha inserted the dvd into the dvd player, and stepped back, smiling. She sat down next to Natasha on the couch and covered herself in her blanket, watching the familiar opening song for Hum Tum come on.

As she fell asleep on Natasha’s shoulder while Karan and Rhea reunited onscreen, the woman looked over Radha at Steve. He looked back at her worriedly, but determined. If Tony wasn’t going to be a parent to Radha, then they would. Their ragtag team of heroes would take care of this girl who deserved so much more.

And when she left for Wakanda with the rogues three years later, Tony would come to know how much he was missing out on.

#tony stark x daughter #desi!character #avengers x oc #tony stark angst #marvel #platonic natasha romanov x oc #platonic steve rogers x oc #desi marvel #tony stark x desi!daughter!oc #tony stark x indian

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mutantgirl80 · 2 years

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The Lost Girl Chapter 3: The Lunch Date

Pairing: Female OC x Tony Stark

Word Count: 3481

Rating: MA ( sexual content, memory loss )

Summary: Mariko runs into a ghost from her past while out on a lunch date with Tony.

Mariko wakes as she ended the night. Her small body lays curled against Tony's. After spending so long in a cage, the alarm is a sound that is unfamiliar but not one she had missed. Tony groans and reaches over her, slapping the clock to shut it up. His hand rests on the small of her back and his lips meet her forehead in a soft kiss as the tone stops.

"So is this still a yes?" He asks, moving his hand up along the curve of her back and running his fingertips through her curls.

"Hmmm." A sarcastic smile spreads across her lips. She can feel his chest rise and fall against her cheek with each breath he takes. "I think it might be." His hand moves further into her hair as he pulls her up closer to him. Reacting to his touch, she arches her back up and presses her lips to his in a kiss. She woke worried the night before had been a mistake, but it appears this isn't his intention.

He moves his hand to caress her cheek as his lips turn up into a grin. "I've got a meeting with some military suits today. Do you want to come with? I'm sure Rhodie would be happy to see you." He sits up, letting the blankets wrapped around them fall back onto her.

"No," Mariko shakes her head, quite certain of her answer. "I've got something I need to do today." Her nerves are already on edge for the task at hand, but she knows it needs to happen. She can't go back into the world he wants her to be a part of without at least trying to fix things at the school. She hadn't left on bad terms, but her life as a mercenary did her no favors there.

"Ah. Ok." He gives a sad nod. "Lunch then?" He stands, still naked, and walks to a dresser on the left side of the room. Rummaging through the drawer for a moment, he tosses something in her direction. Mariko has only a few seconds to react before it comes within inches of her cheek. Her hand snaps up and her fingers clutch a set of keys as they smack into her palm. "I know you like the Lotus. It's yours for the day." He casts a devious look her way before grabbing a towel and walking toward the shower.

Wrapping the blanket around her as she stands, Mariko wanders into the bathroom after him. Stopping beside the door, she tosses the keys onto the pile of her clothing from the night before. Frowning at her lack of choices for the day, she drops the blankets and walks the rest of the way to join him in the shower.

Hot jets hit her from all angles as she steps past the glass door. A heavy stream of water falls from the ceiling. It is such a drastic change from the icy trickle she had in prison. Even the shower in Wade's apartment paled in comparison. Raising her hands over her head, she breathes in the heavy steam of the shower. The water rushing over Tony's body draws her attention. Raising a hand, she traces the path of a drop of water as it trickles down his back. As Mariko's hand moves down his body, he turns to face her.

"I'm so happy you're here." His hand raises to rest on the curve of her hip, drawing her closer to him as he speaks. The heat of the water warms the air between them as his hand glides over her body. Steam fills the small space of the shower, making them both breathe heavier.

"Me too." Mariko smiles up at him before resting her cheek against his chest. She can't help but wonder how he showers with the metal device there. His right hand moves up to her hair, pulling it in a slow, deliberate motion to turn her face up to his. Leaning in closer, opens his mouth as his lips meet hers. His other hand moves down along the curve of her ass. Grasping the back of her thigh with a soft growl, he lifts her leg and pushes her against the back wall of the shower.

Mariko tightens her legs around him, pulling him in closer to her as his tongue traces along hers. His hand moves down to her stomach and between her legs as he holds her against the wall of the shower. His fingertips play against the soft folds of her body, opening her up to him.

His teeth press against her plump bottom lip with a moan as she feels him press inside of her. Pushing her back hard against the tile wall, he moves with a slow, deliberate passion. This side of him had been absent in his hunger for her the night before. Her body tingles as his hands slide over her, burning hot beneath the warm stream of the shower. Continuing to kiss her through each thrust, he moves faster. His breath falls harder against her lips as his eyes meet her.

Mariko moves her arms from his shoulders and curls her fingers into his hair. Her eyes remain locked on his. The expression on his face as he gazes into her eyes turns her on even more. "Mmh. Fuck me, Tony." She whispers as she feels the muscles in her stomach begin to tighten. Her slick wet lips move against his as she speaks. He moans again and presses his lips harder to hers. His movements before faster, harder, more deliberate. He begins to throb inside of her seconds before she clutches his hair. A soft cry lands against his cheek as waves of pleasure wash over her body.

Mariko's legs shake beneath her as he pulls away from her and lets the water wash him clear. She slumps back, resting her head against the wall as she catches her breath. Closing the distance between them again, he traces the back of his hand along her cheek. "I could do that all day." He grins before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around himself. Fog spreads across the glass door, obscuring her view of him as he walks further into the bedroom.

Mariko spends several more minutes in the shower. She tries to not let his wealth and privilege go to her head. Still, she can't help but enjoy the luxuries available to her. She had spent so long with nothing. Even before she found herself in prison, she had so little. Money was a come-and-go kind of thing with Wade. Even before meeting him, she spent months homeless and alone on the streets.

By the time Mariko finally returns to the bedroom, Tony has already left for the day. Walking over to her pile of clothing, she spots a note on a nearby nightstand. As she picks it up, a stack of hundred-dollar bills falls from the table. Holding the note up she reads it, 'Surprise me with something pretty. Love, Tony'. Mariko rolls her eyes, angry with the idea of him spending money on her again. She reaches down to grab her clothes and slides them back on. Grabbing the keys, she folds the money and stuffs it into a back pocket. Gathering the rest of her things, she walks out of the apartment and down the hall to the elevator.

Once in the garage, she walks past a string of cars. Tony had always been one to enjoy various high-priced toys. Cars were no exception. Thinking back, she remembered the various gadgets and devices he always had. Walking past five cars, she finally finds the Lotus. Its license plate, surprising no one, read STARK 6. Of course, he keeps them in numerical order. He was a bit hedonistic, but he was also such a giant nerd. Giggling at his quirks, she clicks the button to unlock it. As she nestles down into the driver's seat, she adjusts the mirror. Catching sight of her reflection she gazes for several minutes.

A heavy sigh breaks the silence as her gaze moves over the tattered clothes she wears. She had let herself go recently. As much as she hates the idea of being a charity case, there was no way she could continue to dress like this around him. Deciding to take him up on his offer, she types into the GPS and a list of malls appears on the screen. Picking one, she turns the engine on and the Lotus purrs into action.

As she drives, Mariko watches for police. She knows she's done nothing wrong. Still, she can't shake the feeling that being out in the open exposes her and makes her more vulnerable. For the first time since her release, she feels alone. The idea chills her to the bone. She always felt so carefree and independent with Wade, but she didn't have a fear of going back to prison back then. She always knew the life they lived was criminal. Still, in the moment, it always felt as though they were invincible.

After a short time wandering the mall, she walks into one of the bathrooms, arms loaded with bags. Pushing past the swinging metal door and into the stall, she drops the bags at her feet. Sitting on the toilet, she begins the task of removing her old clothes. Digging through the bags, she pulls out a burgundy pencil skirt. The length is a few inches above her knee, but the slit on the left side goes well up over her thigh. Turning her back to the small mirror in the stall, she reaches for the zipper. A white half tank and pair of black panties come from another bag.

Remembering the lingerie set she bought, she removes the skirt and rummages for the bra. Pulling the bra and panties over her body, she adjusts the straps and returns the skirt. Adding the half tank, she tops it with an oversized fuzzy tan cardigan. Sitting on the toilet, she pulls a shoebox from one of the bags. Removing the lid from the shoebox, she retrieves a pair of white stilettos. She slips them onto her feet, adjusts the straps, and fastens the buckles. Finally, she tops the outfit with an oversized pair of black sunglasses. She feels like a caricature, but at least she looks a little more like someone that would hang out with Tony.

Mariko wobbles for a few moments as she stands, trying to gain her balance. The prison flats and boots she wore for the past several years hadn't done much to train her for this. For a moment she wonders if the old Mariko knew how to do it. Shaking her head, she forces that thought from her mind. That is the last thing she needs to think about right now. She has enough going on without depression rearing its ugly head.

Finally stepping out of the bathroom, she hoists the bags over her shoulders to return to the Lotus. As she walks through the mall, she watches her reflection in each window she passes. It is so different from the image she had looked at for so long. Walking through the last row of stores before the parking lot, she spots a makeup store. Ducking into the store, she looks over the testers available. First, she puts on grey eyeshadow. Dark black mascara and red lipstick finish the look.

Reaching the car, she sits once again staring at her reflection in awe. She can't shake the feeling of disbelief that this was her life now. Narrowing her eyes, she gazes at herself, trying to strengthen her resolve to not get used to this. As much as she doesn't want to get sucked into Tony's lifestyle she knows she has no better alternative. For the first time in her life, there is no one around to make plans or decisions for her. She is completely alone and terrified by that fact.

A jingle plays from the car's steering wheel, startling her out of her thoughts. Mariko extends her finger to press a flashing button on the dashboard. As she does a screen materializes over the windshield. An image of Tony comes into focus as the screen continues to solidify. Three men in military uniforms stand in conversation a few steps behind him.

"Wow.." Tony stares at her for a minute without saying another word.

"I look that ridiculous?" Mariko giggles, looking shyly up at the screen.

"You're kidding, right? You look amazing."

Mariko's grin widens. "Well, don't get used to buying me things." She pauses, but adds "I don't enjoy being bought."

"I'll get right on that after I buy you lunch." His familiar smirk returns. "I'm sending coordinates to the car's GPS. See you in a few?"

Mariko hasn't begun the day's task but can't bring herself to tell him no. "Can't wait." She smiles, pushing the button to turn the car back on. Another button press and the GPS coordinates load into the main console screen on the car. Clicking the gearshift into drive, she follows the path as the GPS guides her to a restaurant. As she pulls into the parking lot, she can see Tony standing outside the door with a group of men. He immediately spots the car and walks over to pull the door open as she parks.

"Hey, gorgeous." His lips move against her ear as he places a soft kiss on the edge of her cheekbone. His arm rests on her back, leading her as he walks to join the other men. He introduces her as the hostess comes to lead the group to their table.

Mariko is disinterested in the conversation going on at the table once they are seated. Although she respects the work Tony does, it isn't an interest she shares with him in the least. She immediately feels better by his side, though. He has a commanding presence that makes her feel safe regardless of where they are. Of course, knowing that he is a snap of the fingers away from full body armor and lasers may have helped.

Picking at her salad, she lets her attention wander to the others in the restaurant. Her gaze makes it to a peculiar woman sitting at a table on their left side. She wears a deep purple dress and has flowing raven hair that frames her shoulders. Half staring over at the woman, Mariko nods at the 'weapons blah blah' talk at her table from time to time. Her eyes move over the table, studying the food the woman has ordered. Reaching the woman's companion, her mouth falls open in a gasp. "...Wade..."

As though he hears her, the man turns to look in Mariko's direction. He is missing the scars that once lined his face, and he actually has hair. Even so, there is no denying his identity as their eyes meet. Hoping he hasn't seen her, Mariko fumbles to move her oversized sunglasses down over her eyes. Her hand raises to her hair, fluffing it over the left side of her face to obscure his view of her.

"You ok?" Tony's voice breaks through her panicked thoughts. She is so flustered she forgot he is beside her for a moment.

Taking a steadying breath, she smiles in his direction. "I'm fine." She lies. "The sun was in my face." Trying to change the subject, she picks more at her salad and nods, feigning interest in the conversation going on around her. As Tony returns to the discussion, she can't help but let her attention drift back to Wade and the woman in purple. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her.

She wants to see him so badly he is appearing where he isn't.

There is no way he could have lost his scars. If hair was even possible for him anymore it would have taken a lot longer. The last time she saw him he still looked the way she knew him to. Counting on her fingers under the table, she tries to tally up how many months had passed since she last saw him. Giving up, she returns her gaze to the pair. As odd as it feels to say about her former lover, this woman is definitely out of his league. The two seem in deep conversation as Mariko peers in their direction. None of it makes sense. Here he has a whole new life. Hell, apparently even a whole new skin.

After several minutes, the pair gets up to leave. Not wanting to lose sight of them, Mariko whispers to Tony, excusing herself from the table. Getting up, she trails far enough behind them to be inconspicuous as they walk through the room.

A woman with a microphone walks through the room, drawing Mariko's attention. A man with a thick beard and large gut trudges behind her with a camera. Mariko turns her head to watch the pair as they march through the tables. A crowd begins to form around them, causing her to lose sight of them. As she turns back around, Mariko finds herself face first in Wade's arm.

"Shit..." She growls under her breath before looking up at him. "Hey, Wade..." She smiles, completely unsure of what to say or why she felt such a powerful urge to follow them. His familiar scent sends waves of nostalgia through her as she tries to fight everything it awakens.The bridge of his nose wrinkles in confusion as he looks down at her. "Her there. Um. How do you know my name?" His head tilts a few inches as he studies her.

"Wade...?" Mariko's eyes widen. For a moment she questions if she has tackled a stranger. "I uh, well..."

Before she can form her sentence the woman in purple swoops in. "Please excuse my husband. He does get clumsy sometimes." She flashes a fake smile and pulls Wade away as he stares back at Mariko.

She stands for several minutes, watching the woman pull Wade through the room and into the hall. Her words slowly processing in her thoughts as the shock of the encounter fades.

"Husband?!?!" Mariko exclaims in amazement as the word finally registers. He sure has moved on. He's moved on so much that he completely forgot her. With this new revelation, she doesn't feel so bad about what has happened, twice now, with Tony. Mariko curls her hands into tight fists as the woman's words play in her mind. She can't believe she had ached to see him again, and this is what she finds. Still, the electricity of being close to him still courses through her blood.

As she walks back to the table, she realizes where the reporter was going. Trying to inch her way over to a corner of the room to hide, she slumps against a wall. Her eyes meet Tony's and he motions for her to join the group. Reluctantly, she walks back to take her seat next to his.

One of the other men finishes his interview and the reporter turns the microphone to Tony. "Mr. Stark, I understand that the missile system isn't the only news for Stark Industries this week." She looks over to Mariko with a smile as she awaits an answer. Tony looks at the woman with a grin, not willing to give her the gossip she's looking for.

"We hear Miss Yashida was recently released from federal prison. Would you like to comment on that, Mr. Stark?" The woman presses on, getting a little too personal for Mariko's liking.

"We all make mistakes," Tony replies, still not giving the woman what she is hoping for. Feeling quite small, Mariko smiles nervously at the camera.

The woman laughs and turns to the cameraman, motioning for him to follow her as she makes her way back through the tables and out of the room. Mariko had forgotten that being in the spotlight is part of the territory with Tony. No matter how much she dislikes it, it is something she has to get used to if she plans on being around him.

Wanting to get out of there after the way the day has turned out so far, Mariko whispers a goodbye in Tony's ear. Excusing herself from the table, she rushes back to the car. Once inside, she turns the engine on but sits for several long minutes as tears stream down her cheeks. Of all the things Wade could have done to her, he had to do this. The same as Logan. Perhaps she is that replaceable.

As she drives to the Xavier school she knows she isn't ready to go there yet. In an attempt to clear her thoughts, she drives aimlessly through the outskirts of town for just under an hour. Finally turning down the highway that leads to the school, she slows her speed to a near crawl until she reaches the driveway.

Parking the car, she sits for several minutes trying to will herself to go in and round off an already miserable day.

#tony stark #Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark x oc #tony stark smut #avengers fanfiction #avengers x oc #avengers smut #protective tony stark #marvel oc #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel smut #iron man #iron man smut

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louwaffles · 1 year

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Y/N: *sees someone cute across the street*

Y/N, in Russian: I could pipe him down right now, this damn second.

Natasha: *chokes* Alrighty

Bucky: *wide-eyed confusion*

Wanda: *eyes narrow* Okay, I think I understood half of that.

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avengerscompound · 6 months

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The Tower - Loki

Series Masterlist

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

Word Count: 2612

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor.

Author’s Note: Requested by RoyaWitch on Wattpad and JamieBarnes on AO3. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after Happily Ever After but references the past a lot.

Loki

It was a quiet day on Asgard. The weather was mild, warm without being too hot, and had clear skies. Thor was taking one of his unusual days off the throne, and Sam and Steve were taking his place. Thor and I had taken Thour and Nova to the courtyard to play with the Vulparev. They were toddling around, using their familiars to steady themselves as they explored the garden, and Thor and I sat on a rug watching them, me leaning up against Thor as he played with my hair. We had a little picnic set up, with snacks and drinks for us and the kids, plus some treats for the Vulparev.

We hadn’t been outside very long when both the children squealed loudly and ran to the other side of the atrium. Thor and I sat up to see what was happening just in time to see the twins slam into Loki’s legs.

“Yes, hello. It is good to see you too,” he said, crouching down and holding his arms out. The twins both clambered up on him like he was a tree and he stood, holding them both on his hips.

“Brother!” Thor boomed. “It is good to see you on this fine day. Where are you headed?”

Loki carried the babies over to us, the vulparev flanking him on either side. When he saw us laying on the grass he shook his head and gave a small roll of his eyes. “Oh good, my favorite people,” he snarked.

“I hear the sarcasm, Loki, and I wonder who you’re trying to convince,” I teased.

He smirked and took a seat, plopping the two toddlers into his lap. “I’m not really going anywhere, brother,” he said. “I was just walking. Are you slacking today?”

Thor chuckled, refusing to take the bait. “Steven and Samuel are on the throne today. They are more than capable of running the kingdom.”

Loki tsked and rolled his eyes, but as he did Nova started to climb up onto him again and cuddled against his side. Loki’s eyes softened and he gazed down at the little boy. “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?”

I smiled as I gazed at them. Loki had always been so good with the children. Back when Riley and Pietro had been born, I’d been a little nervous about Loki meeting them. I liked Loki back then, though I didn’t know them very well. I knew Thor adored his sibling but I also knew that Loki had long-held resentments due to Odin’s treatment of them. It had manifested into a fight for the throne that kept repeating itself, Thor being the chosen child to rule despite not wanting to, and Loki believing that Thor was a bad choice. I’d worried that with Riley’s birth, that resentment would come to a head again because now Loki wouldn’t even be the next in line to rule after Thor.

When Loki had come to meet the twins it was the first time I’d ever seen her presenting as a woman. She was so beautiful dressed in a green and gold gown and when Thor placed Pietro into her arms, all concerns that she’d ever be a risk to those children melted away immediately. She looked so maternal with him in her arms. Almost as if motherhood was part of her divinity.

“Hello, child,” she cooed. “I’m your aunt. You’re not always going to have an easy life. Your sister is heir to a throne and she’s likely to be very powerful. But don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. I know what it’s like to have a sibling that is difficult to stand in the shadow of. Perhaps I can teach you magic someday. Would you like that?”

She flicked her fingers over Pietro’s head and green light danced on her fingertips. Pietro cooed and reached for them, completely mesmerized by the light.

While Pietro was her favorite, she’d loved Riley just as strongly, and even though the twins didn’t get to see Loki constantly, it was enough that they soon learned that their aunt was often their uncle, and they were always excited when they visited. Often when Thor returned home to us, after the twins had gotten their cuddles from their father, the first thing they asked was ‘Where’s Loki?”

Loki met Rebecca, Sarah, Rose, and Eddie at the same time. This time he came and stayed with us at the tower for a few months. He was so excited to meet the new clan, though Pietro was still the favored one. We’d been a little worried about Loki staying for so long. He did get bored easily and not everyone had fully forgiven Thor’s brother for his past transgressions. Clint’s grudge in particular ran very deep. I understood that - Loki had made Clint kill friends. People who he knew. People who had family.

We had once again been proven wrong. Not that Loki didn’t get bored and cause trouble. He did. A god of mischief has to mischief. His pranks were all on the harmless side and mostly he was a blessing to have around. He helped change diapers. He would take Riley and Pietro to and from school. The thing is, Loki is also the god of stories, and each night during that visit he would weave these amazing tales for Riley and Pietro that would even keep many of us adults enthralled.

I think by the time Billy was born, Loki was starting to think we were maybe breeding a little much. He didn’t come down to visit right away, and in fact, he didn’t meet Billy until we brought the kids to Asgard when he was six months old.

Loki had met us on the Rainbow Bridge and after being set upon by Riley and Pietro, he came over to Wanda who was trying to soothe Billy after the trip through the Bifrost.

“Where is the new addition to the family?” he asked.

“He’s here,” Wanda said, showing Loki the little crying bundle in her arms. Loki looked down at Riley and rolled his eyes. “Your parents like making new Midgardians, don’t they?”

She giggled and nodded. “I got so many brothers and sisters,” she said.

“I thought having one brother was too many,” Loki said, making her break down into hysterical laughter.

He moved in closer to Billy and caressed a finger down his cheek. “Oh, I know. It’s a big scary universe and you’re just learning how big and scary it can be.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Wanda. “He’s full of magic. Do you feel that?”

She smiled and nodded. “I can. I might need your help teaching him.”

The corner of Loki’s lips twitched up for a moment and he tickled Billy’s tummy. “Well, little one, it sounds like we will be working together. That will be fun won’t it?”

Loki was there when Tommy was born. We had so many kids by that point that even with the nannies, we wanted to have a backup on delivery day. She came down while Natasha was sleeping and was the first person who was not a part of the polycule. She sat for so long just gazing down into Tommy’s eyes, and when Tommy’s tiny little hand closed around her finger, for a split second I was sure I saw her eyes prick with tears.

When we decided to have Mar, I think Loki thought we were all done. He came to see us when Mar was just a few weeks old. Looking back on it now, I wonder if Loki could sense something in them even back then. Loki never referred to Mar as a girl or used the pronouns she or her. It was always child and they/them. Maybe there was something deep in Loki’s magic and identity that like recognized like. Or maybe that’s just how Loki addressed all the children and I just didn’t notice with the others. Either way, he was smitten once again, and once again, he had a nibbling that adored him.

Thor poured Loki a glass of wine and offered it to him. “It is a rare day when we are both off.”

“It has been a while,” Loki agreed, waving away the glass. I could see why. His hands were full and there was no way he’d put down one of the children before they were ready. “But do not think I plan to spend the day reminiscing with you about the good old days.”

“I would never dare,” Thor joked.

“God, how is it that all our children just adore you?” I asked as I watched the twins both start to settle and lay in against their uncle, looking like they were about to fall asleep.

“They do have good taste,” he said.

“So people that like you have good taste?” I asked.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Nice try, Elise,” he teased. “But I said that people that adore me have good taste. Do you adore me, Elise? Are you completely infatuated with me?”

I started giggling. “Maybe?”

“Oh, do you hear that brother? Your dear wife is completely smitten. How hard it will be for me not to steal her away from you,” he teased.

Thor laughed loudly. “That will be a shame. But - at least she will be staying within the family.”

I lost it completely, leaning into Thor as I hid my face. “Oh no, she seeks comfort in my brother for I have scorned her. A tale worthy of the ages,” Loki teased, making me laugh even louder, my sides hurting.

“Do not worry, brother. As soon as I bed her, I’ll have her forgetting all about you,” Thor joked.

Loki grimaced and shook his head. “I did not need to hear that,” Loki said. “Be away with you both.”

“Hey! We were here first!” I argued.

“Yes, but I am currently covered in small sleeping children and you are not,” he said. “So you’ll need to leave.”

We didn’t move, obviously assuming it was part of the joke but Loki waved us away. “I mean it. I have these two. I’ll bring them back when they wake. Go and bed your wife.”

Thor titled his head. “Are you sure? We don’t mind keeping you company.”

He shook his head. “You know how I feel about company. Go. I’ll bring them back to you when they wake.”

I leaned over and kissed both Nova and Thour on the forehead. “Thank you, Loki.”

“You can owe me a favor,” he teased.

“Oh gods,” I laughed as I stood with Thor, making Loki laugh as well.

I collected up Sanguine as Thor picked up Mjolnir and the two of us headed back into the palace.

“It feels a little strange to bed you at the whim of my brother,” Thor said as we strolled back to our living quarters.

“Is that going to stop you from doing it?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Oh norns, no,” he said. “We should take advantage of the moment while we have it.”

I laughed and leaned up and kissed him, and he took the opportunity to scoop me up into his arms. I squealed and laughed as he carried me straight to our bedroom, climbing the stairs to our oversized bed and laying me down on the mattress. Thor started to slowly undress as he looked down at me, pulling on different drawstrings and unclasping buckles. I simply pulled on one tie and my gown fell open, the fabric spilling out around me.

He licked his lips as he threw his tunic aside, exposing his muscular chest. I met his eyes and slowly ran my palm down my body and between my legs, fingering my clit as I looked up at him. “Mmm that’s it, my life,” he purred. “Just like that. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

I moaned and my head dropped back as I focused on the warm tingle that was slowly spreading through me from my cunt. “Look at me, my queen.”

I opened my eyes. He stood above me, watching me through darkened eyes. He opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprung up, thick and hard, pressing straight up against his belly. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly started pumping it. A bead of precome formed on the head and I licked my lips, picturing how it must taste.

He sank to his knees and crawled up over me. I spread my legs, welcoming him between them, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.

He slid the head of his cock up and down my slit. It pulsed against my clit sending shivers through time, and I arched my back, trying to angle my hips so he’d push into me.

Thor was in no hurry. If the tip of his cock caught at my entrance he would pull back and slide past it, teasing my clit once more. I whined needing, squirming under him.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. “My poor needy lover. Am I taking too long?”

“Yes,” I whined. “I want you inside me.”

He changed the angle of his hips and with one smooth stroke, he entered me. I moaned as my cunt stretched to take him, and I lifted my knees so he could go as deep as possible.

He didn’t give me time to adjust but he also didn’t rush things. Each roll of his hips was slow and measured, so his cock dragged down the ridges of my cunt, and the base rubbed against my clit. I kept trying to angle my hips so he would hit my g-spot, but he was just too big, it brushed past it, which sent shivers through me and was punctuated with a sting as he hit my cervix.

I wrapped myself around him and raked my nails down his back. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him to touch all of me. For our bodies to meld together. I pulled him into another kiss. It was deep and slow, matching the pace of Thor’s hips. We were making love, even with the sting with each thrust, it was love-making at its best.

Pleasure spread through me like an electric current, making my skin prickle and my hair stand on end. It felt like the current was passing between us, merging us into one.

I rolled my hips to meet his, arching my back, and moaning into his lips. My orgasm built, coiling through me like a snake, starting at my toes and winding right up to the top of my head. It tightened all at once and I seized up under him as my orgasm came crashing through me.

Thor continued to thrust, fucking me through my orgasm, and when his hit, he shoved in deep and pulled back, roaring as he released inside me.

He rolled, pulling me on top of him so he could stay inside me longer. “How long do you think we have?” I asked.

He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair. “I think he will give us just exactly as much time as we need. And then he’ll come in and make it seem as if he hated every second of it and that we owe him.”

I chuckled. “I mean, we kind of do.”

Thor laughed with me and rested his forehead against mine. “Don’t let him know we know,” he whispered and we both collapsed, laughing together.

~ END ~

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That’s Would Be Enough | Marvel Fanfic 🖋

Summary: Elizabeth wants to be the best inventor and aunt. She’s overworked herself late into the night, but what she needs a break. And to be reminded that she is enough. And who other to do it than her own favorite blonde, aside from Captain America.

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe—> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-2, The Avengers

Marvel timeline: Pre/During—Avengers 2012 (Phase 1)

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, The Young Avengers, Howard Stark and Jarvis

Song inspired fic: That Would Be Enough from Hamilton

A/N: I know it’s a simple fic but I was listening to this song and just had to write it.

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Sidenote: Jason’s nickname is JJ meanwhile Elizabeth is Liz

Click here to see the latest fanfic featuring this family

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It’s been a few short weeks, Stark Tower was running high and low with noise.

New York City lights in contacts to the skyline views that the home brought to the world. Voices from the young heroes were softly heard. You could hear Liane and her friends screaming over the sound of the tv wired up in the living room and the hallways were being used as a reminder of how huge the building truly was.

But underneath the main lounge floor, past the elevator doors and across the narrow halls stood the tapping of nails against a keyboard humming a soft tune, that was played earlier from the afternoon radio. Files surrounding her desk as she spun in the chair for a while, as it reminded her of older memories at The Mansion’s lab.

The laughs and the louder bickering over bullshit that didn’t matter but it did at the time. Trinkets and posters surrounded the lab back then, it still does now but as many as Stark Tower.

She missed it, weather she liked to admit it or not.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking that belonged to a tall blonde with fluffy hair, sweatpants and a baby blue t-shirt, carrying two mugs of warm hot chocolate. She nodded, inviting him into the room as he took a seat near the empty chair, gently placing the mug into her palms as she took a peek noticing a few tiny marshmallows.

She hummed as she took a delightful sip of the warm drink.

He noticed she wasn’t upstairs for a while now. Something that never bothered him, he’s used to his creative minds spending longer than expected in the lab tinkering. However having seen what he would assume the worse of it from Tony in 2010, noticing his eyes bloodshot and the lights making his body appear weak, he made it a promise to watch the time to bring whoever was in the lab to bed.

Tonight it was Elizabeth.

She’s a Stark. So he can’t stop her being in a lab to invent something, since that’s one of places she shined. Aside from the stage of course. He have noticed her getting a new scope of the world, having been gone under the ice for a while now. He knew she had her own ways of doing things, as she handled the transition better than expected but it had him worried.

Does she believe that she’s not doing enough?

He has been there himself plenty of times, where he feels useless and annoyed around everyone but he never showed it. Everything phases him, just not exactly his face. With one swift look at her vulnerable face, the tired eyes and gentle smile that could light up the stars, he knew.

He has been around theses people long enough to not know. Especially since JARVIS tend to be the house’s eyes and ears, it all added up to this point and he wasn’t upset about it

Elizabeth’s eyes analyzed his facial expressions, noticing the small bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped ever so slightly. He smiled softly at her, placing the mug of hot chocolate that was in his hand onto the desk. All she wanted was to rest her head on his shoulder and hear his smooth southern drawl as he hummed a old song while she drifted to sleep.

But she wonder, if she left asleep and let herself take a breath, then that would mean her inventions would be unfinished. Her work would’ve not been done and the studies she has been doing lately would have left aside. It was silly to think she was putting all this unnecessary work onto herself when she doesn’t need it but it made her feel like she was doing something.

Then it clicked.

“How long have you know?” She asked, running her fingers crossed the side of the mug

“A month or so.” He replied, playing with the fabric of his sweatpants.

“I never told you.”

“Jarvis told me a less than month ago.”

“No…”

“We all just wanted you home.”

She sighed, “You should have told me.”

“I’m not sorry.” He added, with a honest smile.

He smiled placing a hand on her knee and said, “I knew you’ll work until the idea was done.”

“The idea’s not done.” She replied, placing a hand over his and sighed.

“But you’re tired and deserve a chance to be with our son.”

“He’s Howard’s son, I’m just his overprotective aunt.”

“We both know your more than that to him. You don’t need to prove anything, you said it yourself years ago.”

“I know…um but still my work, my life. I just want to make sure I’m worth all of it and I’m leaving a legacy behind..”

He sighs and smiled, “Just look around and you’ll see the difference you made.”

“We made.” She corrected him with a smile.

The two chuckled soft at that.

Nonetheless, Jason continued, “Look around at how lucky we are, just to be alive right now is a miracle. And that’s saying a lot knowing what we’ve been through.”

“Will you relish being a silly inventor’s spouse?” She added, as it sounded like a question, “Somewhat dependent, not about to provide for our life? It’s stupid I know, we’re in a good place but it feels like the roles are reversed and i don’t know why..I don’t feel as independent yet. I mean, we used to have Jarvis and Ana to help us. Peggy too! And now we’re sorta alone at this..”

“It’s not easy, it never was but we can handle it. And that not true, you’re more than confident and independent. Give it time.”

“How much time? How did you do it? Let’s face it, I’m here now, I have been awaken from the ice for a considerable period of time, but it still feels odd. We both has been working for a long time and sometimes it felt like we can’t breath again because of it. The world is changing a lot more than expected…so do you still relish all of this?”

“Your just tired and a little vulnerable right now, honey. It’s okay, no rush here. But to answer your question, yes, I do. I also relish you someday being my wife. Just look around, look at where you are. Look at where you started..the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.”

She smiled hearing those words, “Yeah. I guess I am tired…and a little worried, I just want to be the best version I can be.”

“You already you.” He added with a chuckle, “Our child shares a fraction of your smile and dare I say, a fragment of your mind just as much as he does Howard!”

“Oh good god he’s smarter than I thought!”

“And his ego too. I love him but damn, it’s wild.”

“Oh yeah, he’s more than enough to make a difference in the world. We’re safe then.”

They both smiled and laughed harder than expected knowing how many godchildren Tony gave them. So look out world, that would be enough.

He looped a finger underneath her chin, “Look, I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. The worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. Your reading more than i do when it comes to understand everything we can.”

“Mhmm! It’s hard moving from one era to another.” She admits with a light chuckle, “..sometimes I don’t know how we’ve done it for so long and haven’t driven ourselves mad.”

“I know...but I’m not as afraid as I should. I know who I married. So long as we all come home at the end of the day..”

“That would be enough. Uh, about our legacy and the money?”

“Liz.”

“Jason. I’m serious.”

“We already are creating one and we already have money. If I could grant you peace of mind, let us inside your heart…”

Those words shut her up, as her eyes watered a bit understanding everything he meant. That they are supposed to be made of steel but it takes the people you love to make it a strong material.

And truth be told, she told him those same words years ago. It wasn’t as gentle, heartfelt and darling as she said in her own way, but it was a similar format as theses line meant the same thing. She remembers telling him in a charming yet sweet manner.

“Just let us be apart of that narrative, in the story we are watching today.” He continued, with a gentle grin, “Let this be a new chapter where I hope we stay..”

“And I could be more than enough.” She finished for him with a gentle grin, “We could be enough…since that would be enough.”

“Took you long enough to get it.”

“I should’ve known by now, I just need the reminder...I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t mean it. Now, can we please go to bed?”

She smiled breathlessly and softly replied, “Yes please!”

He stood up, and walked away to the doorway thinking he was following her. But she wasn’t. He looked over his shoulder to to find her holding out her hands at arms length with a cheeky little smile that resulted him to snicker.

“Carry me?” She asked with a soft chuckle, tiredness laced in her voice.

“You’re so dramatic.” He replied with a similar tone as he walked over and picked her up bridal style.

“Shhhhhh babe, there are people trying to sleep here.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I think I love you.”

“I know.”

The pair smiled as he carried her to bed, as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. She hummed a few words and cracking a couple of jokes while he rolled his eyes dropping her onto the bed. She swiftly crawled under the warm covers and laying her head on the pillow, smiling at the blonde who treated her well.

Sometimes she wonders how exactly did she deserve such a man? Guess she will never actually get that solid answer.

She reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze as if to know she was real and not at all in that icey cold apartment she once placed into. He smiled in return and winked, as there was an unspoken feeling of love in the air.

He left her side and stepped over to the doorframe. He looked over his shoulder and whispered, “Night Liz.”

She yawned, about to ask, more like suggest something but choice against it. Save it for another night as she replied, “Night Jason.”

Just as Jason turned off the lights and leading himself towards the hallway, Elizabeth bite the bullet with a soft grin. She decided to go for it and muttered, “Grey?”

She wondered if he heard it but he did. It cause Jason to pause and turn around to face Elizabeth, because it was a rare but somewhat made common sense that he would hear his middle name being used. Not everyone called him that unless necessary and he secretly preferred it being used among certain people.

Usually it was a way to get his attention in an endearing manner, when it came to his plenty of nicknames over the years.

His mind was fighting off a nerve of worry, as he met her eyesight, and hummed, “Yeah?”

“C-can you stay with me tonight? In bed like old times…” She replied almost shyly, pushing away her curls. It was a rare moment for a woman as bold as she might be. Yet, there was gentle tired smile that tugged her lips.

“Y-you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be sure if I didn’t ask, would I?”

“Fair point. Uh, left side of the bed?”

“A-and you on right.”

“You’re positive about this?”

“Mhm, I am. If not, I can always buy a dog to keep me company instead. I heard Sal’s shelter is open this time and hour.”

“Elizabeth.”

“I’m kidding! But not about the dog thing.”

“Liz.”

“Come on, I know you can’t resist waking up the next morning to a nice view.”

“You talking about yourself or the city’s morning skyline?”

“Both. We’re such amazing views, just sayin’.”

With a chuckle and a little eye roll, Jason climbed into bed and nuzzled himself underneath the covers next to her. Elizabeth’s giggles could be softly heard from her own cocky comments from earlier, as she rested against his shoulder blade humming gently.

She pressed a tiny kiss onto his cheek, as her eyes slowly dropped muttering a few words as she did. He wouldn’t admit it but he missed this, as he pressed a light kiss onto the top of head. With a swig of his arm, he reached forward and turned off the lamp that rested on the nightstand as the soft night sky peeked through the windowsill.

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Venture: Beginnings

Chapter 2; The Tower

Lily Stark-Rogers (a.k.a Venture), Stony x Daughter!OC, Peter Parker x OC x Michelle Jones

Fandom: The MCU

Summary: The Avengers arrive back at the Tower with Lily, where she’s continuously shocked and impressed by the tower, but she just quite can’t shake her fears

Warnings: Some angst, looking back on time with HYDRA, some paranoia, bad past experience with doctors, good new experience with doctors, Soft!Tony

A/N: Here we have Chapter 2! Finally, it’s here. Not much more to say. Feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy!

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Being tired was something Lily was very familiar with.

She was always training before, the bad men never allowing her to rest. Just training, training, training, and the missions every now and then. They told her she didn’t need rest and food like they did.

They were normal, she was enhanced. She didn’t need as much food and rest as they did. So they kept pushing, kept her on her feet every waking hour until they threw her back in her cell, but there wasn’t much rest to be found there either.

The jet was different from the cell. The cell was always cold and dark, sometimes wet, water slipping through cracks in the ceiling. After everything got silent that was her only way of getting water. And it was dark. There had been a light once, but it had stopped working and was never fixed, so she got used to the dark and cold. She didn’t have any other options.

She liked the jet much more. It was still a closed space, but it was bigger, warmer and there was light. She could see where she was putting her feet when she walked, and see where she was putting her hands, but right now she didn’t want to move.

She was exhausted. She’d spent so long alone in the cell, afraid that the bad men would come back, so she hadn’t gotten much sleep in there. Now she was out of there, and she so badly wanted to go to sleep, but she felt like she couldn’t. What if Tony, or Steve, or their friends needed her for something? Would they get mad if they needed her help and she wasn’t awake? She didn’t want to risk it.

“Lily? You okay?”

She snapped her head up at the voice and was met with Tony looking at her in concern.

“I think so.” She replied after a moment. She hadn’t really thought about it. “I like it here more than the cell.”

“That’s good.” Tony said with a soft smile. “We’re almost back at the tower, we were thinking we might need to take you to the med-bay.”

“What’s a med-bay?” Lily asked.

“Oh, like a hospital. Doctors and nurses and stuff.” Tony explained, and Lily froze.

Lily hated the doctors. The bad men didn’t like it when she was hurt, because it meant she wouldn’t be able to do missions for a while, so when she was hurt, they often just threw her in her cell and left her there for a few days. If she had a more severe injury that didn’t heal in that time, they dragged her to the doctors.

The doctors were a mixed bag. After visiting them, there was always a solution to the first injury, like a cast for a broken bone, but there were always aches all over her body, bruises from them holding her down, and various cuts when they weren’t careful with their tools. She didn’t know if it was worse to go there or be left in her cell and hope the injuries healed on their own.

“Do I have to?” Lily asked quietly, and Tony frowned.

“Well, not necessarily.” He said. “We just want to make sure you don’t have any major injuries, and make sure you're healthy.”

“Um, I’m fine.” Lily said. “I don’t need to go to the doctors.”

Her words made Tony’s frown deeper, and he crouched down in front of her, carefully taking one of her hands in his.

“Lily.” He said slowly. “Did they take you to doctors at HYDRA?”

“Only when I didn’t heal fast enough.” She mumbled.

“Were they good doctors?”

“Not really.” She said, looking down at her lap. “They always took care of the bad injury, but it always hurt after.”

“I promise, we won’t let anyone hurt you like that.” Tony said firmly. “Not on our watch.”

Lily raised her head to look at him, and the look on his face was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It was warm and kind, and while he wasn’t smiling, she could practically see the protectiveness shining in his eyes.

“The doctors at the tower are nice. One of them is my best friend, I promise he won’t hurt you. He doesn’t like hurting people at all.”

“Okay.” Lily said quietly, but Tony could tell she was still unsure.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He asked. “Make sure everything's okay?”

“I don’t want to keep you busy.” Lily mumbled.

“Nonsense.” Tony said. “If you want me there, I’ll be there.”

“I’d like that.” Lily said after a moment.

“Yeah?” Tony asked, and Lily nodded. “Then I’ll come with you.”

•

“Alright, everyone get ready for landing.” Sam announced.

Lily grabbed onto her seat to steady herself when the jet made a sudden turn. The jet slowed down before it stopped moving altogether, and the door in the back opened.

“We’re here.” Steve said, sending a smile to Lily.

She stood on unsure legs, not really sure where to go and what to do. Sam and Bucky walked off the jet, Natasha soon following behind them, while Lily waited for Steve and Tony to finish picking up their things.

“Steve, could you bring my stuff with you to our room?” Tony asked the blond. “I’m gonna head with Lily to meet Bruce.”

“Yeah, of course.” Steve said. “Good luck.”

Steve smiled at Lily, and she sent a small smile back, before Tony led her off the jet.

When she got out, she stopped a moment, completely taken aback with the view she was met with. They were high up in a tall building, a large city stretching all around them. Tall buildings and roads, cars and all sorts of things. She’d never seen anything like it before.

She stood and looked for a moment, before she noticed Tony wasn’t next to her anymore. He was standing a few paces away, seemingly waiting for her to join him. She quickly walked over to him, not wanting him to leave her, and Tony placed a hand on her shoulder and led her inside.

The further into the tower he led her, the more shocked she became.

It was so unlike anything she was used to. All the hallways were bright and spacious, and the rooms were large and open. Despite her bare feet, the stone floors didn’t feel cold, and all the rooms were so lit up, there were no dark shadows in sight.

But despite her awe at the new place, she still felt scared and worried. Every time someone walked past them, Lily stepped closer to Tony, and she couldn’t help but worry if one of the bad men was hiding behind a corner, ready to take her and bring her back to the cold cell.

“Hey.” Tony said when Lily bumped into him hard enough he almost tripped. “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. No one here is going to hurt you.”

Lily continued to look warily around her, shying away from anyone who came too close, and Tony frowned. He hated how scared she was. It made his heart ache seeing this kid so scared.

He rubbed his hand over her shoulder, and when she looked at him, he sent her an encouraging smile. She still looked worried, but now she stuck closer to Tony, and didn’t shy away as much when someone walked by.

•

They had soon made it down to the med-bay, and as Tony went to push the doors open, he noticed Lily hesitate.

“Hey.” He said softly, and walked back to her. “It’s okay. You have nothing to worry about. It’ll just be you, me and my friend, and I promise he won’t hurt you.

“I’ll be with you the whole time.” He assured her. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can tell me, and we’ll sort it out, okay? We don’t have any rush, it can take as long as you need. As long as you’re comfortable, okay?”

Lily nodded, and Tony smiled at her. He went to open the door again, and Lily followed him inside.

It was already so much better than where the bad doctors were. It was well lit and clean, and she didn’t feel as scared, especially not with Tony helping her through it. He led her into a room, and there was another man standing by a bed.

The man, who Lily assumed was Tony’s friend, looked up when he heard the door open, and smiled at them.

“I was starting to wonder where you were.” He said, and Tony shrugged.

“Better late than never, right?”

“I suppose.” Tony’s friend chuckled, and then smiled at Lily.

“Hi.” He said kindly. “My name’s Bruce, I’m Tony’s friend.”

“Hi.” Lily said quietly, and Bruce smiled.

“Tony tells me your name is Lily, right?” He asked, and Lily nodded. “Nice to meet you.

“Tony told me you had some bad experiences with doctors in the past, is that right?” He asked, and Lily nodded again. “Then I’m going to do my best to give you a good experience with me, is that okay?”

Lily nodded one more time, and Bruce smiled.

“You can sit down on the bed, and I’ll go and get my supplies.” Bruce said, and headed for the door.

With an encouraging nod from Tony, Lily sat down on the bed, and not long after Bruce was back, a small cart of medical supplies with him.

“Now, the most important thing here is that you are comfortable, okay? We can go however slow or fast you like.” Bruce explained. “If you want to take a break, or be done for today and pick it back up another time, you just need to say, okay?”

“Okay.” Lily said quietly, and Bruce smiled again.

“Perfect, then we’ll get started.”

Bruce was much nicer than the HYDRA doctors. He was gentle, no harsh grips or any sharp things cutting her, and he was nice. He warned her if something might pinch or hurt a little, and if he noticed her getting uncomfortable, he always paused and let her catch up with everything. He also told her small stories and different facts to distract her.

Bruce decided it was best to make sure there wasn’t anything urgent they needed to attend to first, checking for visible injuries, blood, infections, and he luckily didn’t find any.

A full body scan by FRIDAY confirmed there weren’t any urgent injuries to care for.

“Then I have good news, most of the stuff left is pretty easy.” Bruce said.

Heart beat, blood pressure, height and weight, Bruce was right, it was easy. Then came the needles, and Lily felt scared again.

“Do you not like needles?” Bruce asked, placing the needle back on its tray.

“They hurt.” Lily said. “I don’t like how they feel.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Bruce said. “We can take a break, or we can be done for today, that’s up to you. There’s nothing urgent, so we can wait.”

Lily was silent, staring at the needle with distrust, and Tony spoke up.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He said. “Like Bruce said, there’s nothing urgent, so we can try again in a few days if you want.”

“I think I wanna wait.” Lily said, and Bruce nodded.

“Then we’ll do that.” He said, and pulled off his gloves.

“I think you might need to get some sleep, Lily.” Tony said as he stood up, and she suddenly remembered how tired she was. “What do you think?”

“That would be nice.” She said.

“Then I won’t keep you any longer.” Bruce said. “It was nice to meet you Lily.”

“Bye.” She said, walking out with Tony.

“Was that okay?” Tony asked as they walked out of the med-bay.

“Yeah.” Lily said. “Bruce was nice.”

“Yeah?” Tony asked, and she nodded. “That’s good.”

•

“Are you okay in elevators?” Tony then asked when they arrived at the elevator doors. “It’s a little small in there, but these are fast.”

The doors slid open, and Lily looked inside, and wondered where Tony got his definition of small from. The elevator was almost as big as her old cell, but much nicer, bright and clean. It was the opposite of the elevator the bad men forced her into.

“I think it’ll be okay.” She said.

“It’s easy to get out if you change your mind.” Tony assured her. “And we can walk up instead.”

“Okay.” Lily said, and they stepped into the elevator.

Just a short while later, and they were at the right floor.

“That wasn’t bad at all.” Lily said when they stepped out, and Tony smiled.

“That’s good.” He said. “Did you want to rest? We got a room set up for you.”

Lily nodded, and Tony led her from the elevators across the large floor, past a large kitchen and a spacious living room, before they arrived at a few doors.

“Here’s your room. Sorry, it’s a little empty.” Tony said, opening one of the doors. “But we can sort that out later if you want. There’s a bathroom through there, and it should have everything you need, but if you’re missing something, you can ask FRIDAY.” He said, to which Lily looked confused.

“Oh, she’s my AI.”

“Hello, Miss Lily.” A feminine voice said from the ceiling, causing Lily to look up in surprise.

“You can ask her for help with pretty much anything, and mine and Steve’s bedroom is across the hall, so you can come to us too.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll leave you alone to rest, but don’t hesitate to call if you need something, okay?” Tony said, taking a few steps towards the door.

Lily nodded, and Tony smiled.

“Hope you have a nice rest.” He said, before he left the room.

Lily stood still in the middle of the room for a moment, trying to wrap her head around everything, when a large yawn escaped her. She realized her head wouldn’t do much thinking when she was this tired, so she decided to try and sleep.

“FRIDAY?” She called hesitantly, not sure how the AI worked.

“Yes, Miss Lily?”

“Are there any pajamas?”

“Through the sliding doors to your right there is a wardrobe.” FRIDAY replied. “There you can find pajamas.”

“Thank you.”

The closet was huge, Lily was shocked when she opened the door, but decided against looking around, and just grabbed a set of pajamas.

She quickly got changed and headed over to the large bed. She pulled back the covers and practically sank into the mattress, before she pulled the covers back up, and turned over to get comfortable.

She was asleep in seconds.

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Once an Avenger now a dead HYDRA Agent

Tony’s shoulders hung as well did Steve’s “we did this didn't we Steve, you and me were the reason that bright and young, wonderful human is no longer with us.” the billionaire asked before sinking into a chair that sat in the corner of the room. Steve stood there for a good minute before answering “no Stark we didn't, those bastards at HYDRA did this not us.” he placed a hand on your covered arm. “I'll kill them all for this I promise you Y/N” he whispered as he squeezed your arm then left your cold dead body and Tony alone in the room.

Three and a half months prier-

“Yes I get it, I messed up the mission, now can your three stop harassing me about it we got the info and the building was destroyed so what does it matter now.” you screamed at the people in front of you. Steve slammed his hands on the table between you “no you don't Y/N your mess up caused Clint and Wanda to get injured.” he bellowed back at you, shrinking in the chair you were sitting in and you frowned, not even trying to defend yourself. “this was your last strike Y/N you're off the team, pack your things and leave the compound.” Natasha said coldly as she uncrossed her arms.

You sat there for a moment trying to understand what she just said. Sitting up straight, cleared your throat trying to hold the tears that were filling up your eye’s at bay, you smiled at them “alright then if that's the decision.” you said raising from the seat and leaving the room with no goodbye or fight in your voice, besides you knew they never even wanted you there to begin with so if they were going to use this as an excuse to throw you away so easily than you were going to let it happen with a smile.

You didn't even pack away your stuff you had gathered in your bedroom over the past year just simply strolled out of the building leaving behind the last seven years of SHIELD work and the last year of being on the Avengers. Gone washed away as you walked to your bike and drove off as the tears finally left your eyes. They broke you that day and as the tears rolled down your cheeks you let the devil inside of you out fully for the first time in ten years knowing that you wouldn't be able to stop it this time even if you wanted to.

Clint woke with a cough, his lungs burning from the pain of one of his three broken ribs having stabbed them. Natasha bolted up right from the chair she was sleeping in “god Clint we thought you would never wake up. Hopefully since you're awake Wanda will wake up soon.” she said as she grabbed a glass of water and offered the straw to the man, he refused and cleared his throat “is Y/N okay if it wasn't for them Wanda and I would be dead.” he coughed out before finally accepting the drink. Natasha froze as she squeezed the paper cup tighter “there okay right Nat?” Clint asked with a frown, his heart monitor rising as he pushed her hands away and tried to sit up.

She couldn't answer ‘what did he mean Y/N saved them?” she thought, her heart pounding. “NATASHA ANSWER ME IS Y/N OKAY” Clint screamed, his heart monitor a constant scream now. She stepped back from the bed “I…uhh…we….they di….they didn't do….this?” she muttered out to the man who began yanking the tubes from his arms.

Clint and Wanda stood there shocked as twenty armed guards pointed their guns at them, when suddenly you burst through the doors too there left all the guns that were on them pointed to you. You froze for a second “sorry guys but those dont really work on me.” you told them casually as you slowly closed the door behind yourself “Wanda, Clint are you okay?” you called out and they both sent you a nod of yes. You smiled at them, fangs appearing in your mouth “good then run I can take them.” you flashed before them and shoved them out the room before slamming the door shut as the building began to fall apart as you took down soldier after soldier.

“So they used more force than normal but they got Wanda and I out of that room and blew up the building like you told them to.” Clint seethed as he paced the meeting room after telling Steve, Natasha and Tony why Wanda and himself were in a medical room. All three stood there shocked, not knowing of your abilities; no one on the team knew of them, but to be able to move as fast as Pietro and be as strong as Steve was something you never showed in training or in any other mission before. Now they had just kicked you out with no real reason to do so other than they thought you had hurt two of your teammates because you couldn't handle missions with other people.

One month and a half after The Avengers kicked you out-

Finding yourself standing in front of a HYDRA compound was not where you thought you would ever be without a team surrounding you for backup, yet here you were. Raising a fist you knocked on the big metal door in front of you. A devilish smile graced your lips as it opened “good evening I have some information that I think you all would like.” you told the man standing before you.

The man in front of you smirked, “your willing to give all of us the information you know on the Avengers in exchange we let you kill Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers?” he asked. You sat across from him with a matching smirk “I am I'm done pushing away the devil that lives inside of me for the accommodations of The Avengers and SHIELD.” he smiled “excellent.”, he said, laying his palm out for you to shake. That was the day you signed the deal with HYDRA to ruin the team you thought was once your family even if deep down you knew they never wanted you.

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