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mellowavengersstuff · 2 days ago
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The baby
Summary: you are the youngest member of the marvel cast.
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🍋You’re not a baby you swear.
🍋You just are considerably younger than the rest of the cast.
🍋(10 year age gap is the minimum :/ )
🍋 (It doesn't help that you're an absolute baby face as well.)
🍋Getting teased all the time
Exhibit a:
*on the Jimmy Fallon show*
"Are you sure you're allowed to be here hun? Is it not past your bedtime?" smirks Robert.
🍋 Falling asleep much quicker than the rest of the cast. When you're out late at night, you're probably asleep on someone's lap before you get home.
🍋 Sebastian has like seven pictures with an asleep you sprawled all over him.
🍋 studying a lot because you're still in uni (or school), and being very much tired because of the amount of work you have to do.
🍋 Everyone being very much in awe of how amazing you are. You study, learn lines, get into costume and act it all out and still have the time to go out with them every once in a while.
🍋 Anthony helps with the maths questions. He actually did study maths in high school.
🍋 People think that you don't understand half the innuendos they throw around.
🍋 you do understand them.
🍋 Finally, when Seb is like "Well, I gotta get in there," and Anthony adds, "Aw, they don't get it," smirking at you playfully you forget that you are on live television. You forget your dignity. And everything you ever learned about interviews.
🍋You blurt out, "I had the birds and the bees you know!"
🍋 All hell breaks loose. Everyone is laughing. You are very embarrassed. (You're laughing as well, because let's face it, that was funny.)
🍋You will never live that down.
🍋 Everyone is very protective of you.
🍋 Sebastian will beat up anyone who ever dares bad mouth you.
🍋 So will everyone else, to be honest. But they know you can hold your own.
🍋 People being worried about you 24/7.
"Are you sure it's safe there?" or "Who are you going with?" or "Call me when you get there." and the recurring "Have you eaten your vegetables today? Did you drink enough water?." - the esteemed mother hens marvel cast.
🍋 You know it all comes from a place of love but "Honestly, guys, you may as well adopt me by now."
"We already have idiot." snorts Chris Evans.
🍋Speaking of adoption, Chris is jealous of the other castmates for having kids.
🍋So he makes you his child. (Not legally. lol)
🍋 When the other castmates start talking about their kids, he'll just be like "Yeah, my kid is so cute."
*Insert you glaring at him very hard ™*
🍋everyone is like "You don't have a kid?"
🍋He's like "yes I do."
🍋 Because you're so young you have a lot of weird moments. It's hard dealing with fame and school and drama and people in general.
🍋 Scarlett finds you crying over a troll-y comment and an assignment that is due in three days that you had three weeks to complete and spent almost the whole year researching for simultaneously.
A/N: *very much my current situation*
🍋She sits you down, deletes the comment and calms you down. ("people are always going to judge. why should you care? real people in your life are more important.")
🍋Then she tells you to hurry up and work because she can't help with that assignment.
🍋Every time you have a birthday, people (ahem, Sebastian, Letitia) will pretend to forget just so they can tease you.
Exhibit b:
"Heyy Y/N, I heard you've got a birthday coming up. How old this year?"
"Y/A :)"
"Awwww you're a baby"
Your brows furrow and you pout at them. "NO"
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A/N: sorry this is so short the assignment is calling me and at some point I have to stop ignoring it.
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tara-learns-to-write · 3 days ago
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Forgotten Thing
@funsized-mimi bestie what about y/n finds out they have a sibling they never knew about (could be older or younger, brother or sister it doesn’t matter)and they find out that that sibling was kidnapped by hydra or something(just like y/n) and they’re being experimented on. the team helps y/n find and save the sibling because peter is like their best friend, tony sees y/n as their own kid also he’s smart and loaded he can help out a lot, and the rest of the team help out because y/n finally found someone from their real family, thank youuu
Hey, bestie :) this helped me out so much so thank you for sending this in! you are way too kind so I hope you enjoy this :) I might do a part 2 at some point, not too sure :)
You loved the family you had found they were kind, thoughtful, and would do anything for you
Just like family should 
Yet every time you felt like you took a step further away from what Hydra did to you, it always felt like something was missing
“Hey little genius, just sleaving you this to tell you how proud we all are of you for going out by yourself! This might not seem big but we understand the challenges you go through so well done we are all so proud” Tony’s voice rang through your headphones. You smiled and turned your music back up as you carried on walking down the uneven streets of New York. You knew this was a big deal and you should feel proud but instead, you just felt like something was missing.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Laughter and cheers echoed off the walls as you blew out the candles on the birthday cake Tony and Steve had insisted they bake you (with the help of Wanda of course). As you felt someone put a party hat on your head and the flash of someone's phone go off all you could think about was how it felt like someone was missing. “Is everyone here?” you asked worry clear on your face “of course sweetie, why? What’s up?” Nat replied with a soft smile “No reason, just felt like someone was for a minute” you laughed it off returning the smile but still that feeling remained.
You know that feeling you get on a Monday morning as you rush to school? The feeling of forgetting something and the daunting feeling that you had lost something?
That’s what you always seemed to feel 
You did talk to people about it 
Mainly your best friend Peter 
“I just always feel like something is missing and that whatever it is, it’s important” peter sat opposite you on your bed watching as your arms flew around animatedly and you ranted about this forgotten thing “maybe your mind is just worrying about helping design the new suits so it’s trying to distract you with this?” you ran your hands through your hair and sighed in frustration “you don’t get it, it’s not started because if the suits it’s always been here, maybe Hydra did something to me, maybe I am just broken”. Peter pulled you into a tight hug as you cried into his shoulder “you’re not broken, I promise”.
One thing the team had been very careful about was missions that included anything even remotely linked to Hydra but when Fury wants to talk about something you don’t really have a choice
That’s not to say that the team didn’t fight for half an hour to be able to stay in the room with you
“Fury you know this is sensitive for them still” Bucky argued from his seat around the conference table, giving Fury a look that even death would shiver at “I am perfectly aware of L/n’s dealings with the topic but this is important and you don’t even know what I’m talking about so I suggest that you stay out it” he bit back turning to Tony who looked like he was either ready to kill someone or go against the director's orders and handcuff himself to you in protest. “If you don’t like the idea of not being with them then what exactly do you suggest I do?” he said with a sigh “Well why don’t you let us stay in the room with them? That way you get to tell them and we can be there if they go crazy” 
Fury ended up agreeing to this
It’s not like they gave him a choice
You just wish you would have been more prepared for what was going to be said
“What exactly is this about?” you asked, shifting from nervously one foot to another as Bruce put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your racing mind “You don’t remember much about your time with Hydra do you?” the statement caused the room to tense “apart from the pain, killing, experimenting. No not really” you replied with a hard look ingrained upon your face “At shield we were investigating a suspected Hydra base. It was confirmed to be a base and a base you stayed at nonetheless” he took a breath before continuing “it was also where your brother is currently staying” and suddenly it all made sense. You see what you had left out every time you opened up about your nightmares was the boy who would call out your name at the end of each one. It must have been him, you thought. Your forgotten thing. “How old is he? Is he being experimented on like I was? Why wasn’t he extracted when I was” you started to hyperventilate. Your mind racing at the needless possibilities that 10 minutes ago wouldn’t have even crossed your mind. “That’s where you come in” Fury spoke as the team tried to calm you down.
And with that, you and your found family hatched a plan
To reunite you and your older brother
Because at the end of the day they would do anything for you
Including inviting another person into the home you had created for yourselves 
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slytherinchevy · 3 days ago
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Who I write for:
I didn't wanna make this list originally cuz I didn't want to limit myself but I think this might help y’all make requests?
Idk.. anyways
Platonic and Romantic
Both options for request are available
X Reader
Marvel Cast
Avengers
Harry Potter Characters
Sabrina Carpenter
Blackpink
Open to more ideas
Inter-character list
Ginny x Hermione Granger
Maria hill x natasha romanoff
Wandanat
Chaelisa
Jensoo
Lisrene
Jisoo x seulgi
Joy x Rosé
Catradora
Open to more ideas
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caradoc-dearborn · 3 days ago
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Sneakers
Avengers x male reader headcannons
Warnings: none
Not requested (I had this awful idea all on my own!)
It’s pure crack. I can’t take myself seriously anymore. Oh, and reader is a teenager in this.
Y/n just starts stomping around the compound one day
Everyone assumes he’s having a bad day
But then he just keeps doing it? It’s days later and everyone’s very confused
Some of them ask him what’s up because what could be bothering him? Is it school?? Friends?? (Could it be *whispers, frightened* hormones??)
He’s just like “nah, everything’s fine, don’t worry”
They don’t believe him (they should)
So the avengers hold a meeting about it. An entire meeting. About why their teammate could be upset. Ridiculous.
The reader walks in on the meeting and he’s like “??? A meeting? Why wasn’t I told about it??? What’s up?”
Natasha just asks him. She’s blunt like that. “What’s been bothering you this last week?”
“What do you mean?”
Tony says, “Kid, you’ve been stomping around the tower the past few days. We can all hear it through the floors. What’s wrong?”
Y/n laughs. Hard. Everyone’s confused.
“So none of you noticed??”
... “noticed what?”
“Look at- Look at my fucking feet.”
He’s wearing Sketchers light up sneakers. They’re stomp activated.
(Apparently the Earth’s mightiest heroes are dumbasses)
Clint and Natasha face-palm because they’re literal spies so why didn’t they just pay closer attention?
Steve is exasperated and even more confused because why on earth do light-up shoes exist?
Bruce just sighs and looks at y/n thinking I don’t get paid enough for this shit
Wanda was just glad that y/n wasn’t upset. And she likes the shoes. In her eyes, it’s a win-win situation
Tony feels a bit stupid for having blown the whole thing out of proportion, but he also wants to know if this a new trend with The Kids these days. Maybe he’ll ask Peter about it?
Y/n teases everyone about this whole thing months later
“Hey, remember that time y’all thought I was being an angsty teenager but I just had new shoes?”
“Oh, you know what I was just thinking about? When the Avengers assumed I was unstable but I actually had lit new kicks.”
“What would Director Mister Spy Nicholas J. Fury Conspiracy Theorist Extraordinaire do if he found out his hand-picked team is actually full of immature children who don’t know how to communicate?”
(Of course, y/n doesn’t dare say this to Natasha. She’s scary. I’m scared of her. You would be too. Don’t even try to deny it.)
Anyway, this ultimately served as a lesson: always suspect that Gen Z kids are doing something unexpected, but not necessarily detrimental to their own health
(Disclaimer: I hate Sketchers. Not just because my feet are the wrong shape for their shoes. They fucking moved into five HUGE buildings right by my street and made parking unbearable. So I have a personal grudge)
Well! I hope you enjoyed this! It was fun to write, and I’m hoping it was at least mildly entertaining.
If anyone wants to send me a request for a male reader fic, or some headcannons, that’d be great! (also I’d be so, so honored)
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tara-learns-to-write · 4 days ago
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Part 2 of “if we had 5 more minutes”, Goodbye texts from the Avengers
Hey besties 👋 I made myself cry writing the first part so here’s to doing it again writing this 🥳😌😎 I am gonna have to do another part of this so stay tuned for that 💖
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tara-learns-to-write · 4 days ago
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If We Had 5 More Minutes
Hey Besties, I just want to say that there will be talk of death, grief and a brief mention of alcohol being used to cope and as always me not proofreading. Anyway, this kind of sucks but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Hold on besties! I’m so proud of all of you
A mission goes wrong and you die. How would they react? Let’s find out 
The mission was supposed to be a quick one
Get in, take what you needed and get out 
But it wasn’t 
Before you even got there the vibe on the jet was weird 
Bucky and A few others claiming they had a bad feeling about the mission
“All I’m saying is we should be extra careful, I have been doing this long enough to be able to tell when somethings wrong” Bucky said to Steve obviously frustrated with the way the Captain wasn’t listening. “Buck you just need to take a breath, if you aren’t ready and can’t put your superstitions to one side then I will take you off of this mission and leave you in the jet” the blond replied using his captain voice. You were watching this all from your seat knowing that it was best not to get involved and get so emotional before a mission. You did have to admit that something felt strange but you had put it down to the adrenaline pumping through your veins as it always did before a mission. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, we’re a team remember. We go in together and come out together no matter how we are feeling” you said trying to lighten the mood. Whether it lightened the mood or not the men decided to drop the subject and carry on the prep.
If only
When you all made your way to the designated start point the air was still filled with something you couldn’t decipher, whatever it was you could cut it with a knife it was so prominent
Still you and the rest of the team got ready for Caps orders 
“Ready guys?” Steve's’ voice crackled over the comms
“What? Ready to kick some bad guys ass? When are we not” Tony joked. He always had a joke to make or a way to lighten the mood “Hell yeah Stark” you giggled. “Alright, on my count” Steve said, you could tell even just by his voice that he was smiling “1. 2. 3. GO GO GO”
And with that you were off like a flash. 
Zooming straight to the North Corner with Sam just like you were told
It all went wrong so quickly that if someone were to ask you what happened you wouldn’t know where to start
There were more guards than you had previously anticipated meaning you all had to work twice as hard to try and find the USB with the information on 
“Uhhhh Steve, we might need some help up here” Sam called through the comms as he fought off 2 agents at once. Mean while you were struggling to hold off 3. Left hook. Duck. Kick. Slash. Slash. Right hook. Just as you had been trained to do, whether it was the fact there was 3 of them or the fact that they were practically a wall of muscle, you were finding it hard to dodge their attacks. You already had a black eye, a slash on your arm and at least a fractured or bruised rib. “Steve Hurry up, unlike you I don’t think I can do this all day” you joked trying Tony’s tactic to pretend you didn’t feel like there was an elephant pressing on your chest.
Steve got there shortly after
Having taken down all the agents on his side 
However 1 shield and 4 more agents with guns wasn’t exactly the most reassuring situation
Bang. A scream.Falling to the ground, a scream tore from your throat. When had the guy aimed at you? Why did it feel like you were falling in slow motion? Your body hit the floor with a thud “Y/N’S DOWN GET OUT TO THE JET NOW” you could here Caps voice but it sounded like you were underwater. As you drifted in and out of consciousness you could feel your body being lifted up by a pair of arms and carried out of the building. Opening your eyes all you could here was the dull sound of cried from your team mates “it’s going to be okay” you coughed, blood spilling out your mouth. That wasn't a good sign. “We’re a team remember?” you said, smiling as best you could as your black dots started to cloud your vision. “Don’t you dare die on us doll!” Bucky choked from somewhere on the jet, “Bucky's right, we’re a team just like you said” Bruce cried. Where was everyone's voice coming from? “You can’t leave us” Natasha sobbed, you tried your best to open your eyes but they just felt so heavy. “I’m not leaving you” you said breathy “I’m always gonna be here” struggling to speak you said the only thing you had the strength to and the only thing you could think of “I love you all, I’m sorry” tears rolled down your cheek as you looked into Steve’s eyes. “It’s okay princess, you have” his sentence was interrupted by a cry “nothing to be sorry about” and with that you closed your eyes.
Dying. It didn’t feel like how the movies said it would. It wasn’t like being embraced in a blanket, it wasn't soft or calm it was harsh and rushed. You had been ripped from your families world in a flurry of tears and blood and broken promises. That’s the thing about death. The people who describe it as greeting an old friend or surrendering to the unknown in a blissful and unaware state, fail to account for the people we leave behind. The broken, griefing and shattered people. That’s all the Avengers were without you. Broken people. Bruce no longer looked forward to leaving the lab to see you standing there with a coffee in your hand and a knowing smile on your face. Tony no longer joked, opting to wallow in his pain at the bottom of a bottle. Steve no longer found joy in drawing, you were always his inspiration and now you were gone. Bucky no longer talked, what was the point if the people listening weren’t you? Clint was no longer a shoulder to cry on for others, spending more time at home with his own family. Vision no longer used the door to the bedroom you had once occupied, in fact he refused to go in at all. Thor no longer laughed. Loki no longer took pride in his magic, it’s not like it saved you? Wanda no longer baked, you used to do that with her. Pietro no longer raced around, it was normal to see him slowly walking through the corridors remembering how your laugh used to bounce of the walls. Natasha no longer had someone to mother or even talk to. Peter no longer smiled.
That’s the funny thing about losing someone you love. You often find yourself remembering the times you had, asking yourself all the what if’s and the why not me. It leaves a person shattered and more often than not the only person who could mend that was the person that was no longer there. Without you, they were no longer a team. I mean how could they be when you were the glue holding them together?
Yes the world kept turning and the sun still rose.
But without you around to light up their lives like the star you were 
The world didn’t seem the same.
So how did they  react? How did they cope?
They didn’t.
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tara-learns-to-write · 4 days ago
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Being an agent in training and Nat being a mother figure
Hey Besties :) this isn’t my best work and I’m kind of disappointed at how the standard of my work keeps slipping but I promise that next week I am going to do a lot better and work a lot harder :) Also this could potentially be triggering to read as there is brief mentions of bad parenting so please take care if you read this. Sorry I’m rambling, Let’s get on with it :) 
Your mum had never really been there for you as kid
Whether she was out with her friends, drinking or going out to the middle of butfuck nowhere at 11 o’clock at night, she just wasn’t there
You never really felt like you belonged anywhere
But instead of dwelling on it you pushed yourself into your studies and into the idea of becoming an avenger
“Y/n L/n, My name is Director Fury and I am here to talk to you about our Young Agent Training Program” you looked at the man in shock, sure you had become a fighting machine but you didn’t think you had what it took to actually get onto the program “Uh sure. Uhm come in, sorry for the mess I don’t really have a lot of time to clean up” you stuttered as you tried to kick last night's paper plate under the couch. “So what exactly do you do L/n?”
After a long conversation it was decided that next monday you would start the program and see what you could do under the right training
When you got there you were both ecstatic and completely terrified to be told that The Black Widow would be training you 
You stared in awe at the red haired woman in front of you. You had been given the privilege of training with Natasha Romanoff and boy oh boy were you going to take advantage of that “Right let’s get started. Give me 3 laps as a warm up and then we will talk about what your training will include” a chorus of yes ma’ams ran through the group. “What. Should. We do. Once. We. Are done?” you panted obviously out of breath from coming first (not that it was a race) “well done firecracker just sit tight and wait for the others to finish”
Firecracker, that’s what she called you from then on
Not that you minded, in fact it made you feel safe.
Like you had someone in your corner cheering you on
And you did
“COME ON L/N JUST A BIT MORE YOU CAN DO IT!” that was the first time you had heard that in a while so you forced the pain in your arms down and carried on with god knows what exercise she had all of you doing.
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“Good Morning Ma’am” you said with a curt nod as you made your way into the training room for today's knife throwing session “how many times have I told you firecracker? It’s Nat” she chuckled back, patting your back as you passed “right yeah sorry”
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“Nice shot Firecracker” Natasha smiled as she watched you shoot the center of the target “thanks! I’ve been practicing” you replied putting the guns safety back on and placing it on the metal table for the next person you use. “I can tell” she said walking with you to the water station just across the hall “you keep it up and you’ll be better than me soon!”
That made you smile 
Someone actually believed in you and it made you all giddy inside 
When you graduated, Nat sat in the front row cheering the loudest as you got handed your new S.H.I.E.L.D ID and official badge 
Of course you were asked if you wanted to join the Avengers initiative and of course you said yes
I mean who would pass up the opportunity to do what they had been working towards for the last few years
The one thing that joining the Avengers did was turn Nat into an even bigger mother figure 
For example the first few weeks of your time in the tower
You were just sitting in your room scrolling on your phone when there was a knock at your door “Hey y/n have you eaten today? Because if you haven’t do you want to get breakfast with me and Bruce?” you turned your phone off and faced the woman with a smile “sure just let me put my shoes on and then we can go” 
This happened a lot, Nat knocking on your door and asking if you wanted to eat with her or asking if you had been taking care of yourself
“Firecracker get dressed and meet us in the car” you quirked your eyebrow at the woman but started to pull your jeans on nonetheless “us?” you said “Yes us me, you and Wanda are going for a day out” you just smiled and carried on slipping your shoes on
You were Nats kid and she was your Mum
No matter it was said out loud or not you both knew that was the agreement 
Except for the fact that you did say it once
You smiled sleepy at Nat as she made sure you were tucked in and safe. She did this nearly every night and you couldn’t work out if she was letting you know she was there or reminding herself that you were safe “Goodnight my little Firecracker” Nat said as she planted a soft kiss on your forehead “Goodnight Mum”
That was the moment that she knew she would do anything in the world to protect you and love you forever 
Little did she know, you had already promised yourself to do the same
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Mother
Natasha Romanoff X Adoptive-Daughter!Reader, eventual Peter Parker X Romanoff!Reader
Summary: She's your mother, you love her there won't be another place like her again that you call home.
Warnings: aliens, mentions drugs, child abandonment, mentions a group home, fluff.
Song: Mother by Sugarland
A/n: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
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She'll take you in, feed your friends
Her open arms are welcoming
"Mom?" You hollered walking into yours and your mother's shared floor in avengers tower, your friends following behind you.
"Hi sweetheart." Natasha smiled at you.
"Mj, Ned, this is my mom nat." You introduced.
"Your mom is black widow!" Ned said starting in awe.
"Sup." Mj gave your mom a smile.
"Nice to meet you two. Good to see ya pete." Nat nodded at the boy right next to you.
"You too Miss. Romanoff."
She'll rub your back all night when you're crying
She'll listen to you tell your story
"It was crazy! Pete was too busy ogling Lizz and she almost fell!" You rambled on. Nat listened concerned, she saw what happened in Washington on the news and knew you were in the elevator when it happened. Tony was watching assuring her that Peter would rescue you and your classmates. "Luckily Peter caught her but it was so scary!"
"I'm glad your okay." She pulled you into a hug once you were done with your story.
"Yeah just a bruise cause Flash pushed me out of the way to get out." You rolled your eyes but relaxed in your mom's arms.
Hold your fear and all your worries
Help you find the truth when they're all lying
Even when it's hopeless, she keeps trying
You sat in front of the group home playing with a ratty teddy bear by yourself. 11 years old and this has been what you've know for the last two years. Your dad is in jail while your mother was somewhere caring more about drugs than her daughter. You looked up from your bear when you heard screams. Seeing an alien coming your way. You scream running down the street stumbling a bit before you hid behind a car hugging your teddy bear.
"Romanoff help them." Steve said, the battle with loki was done he was in custody but now Steve, and Natasha were helping make sure citizens were accounted for.
"Okay cap." She headed toward two women who were checking on a group of kids. "Everyone okay here?"
"I think so. We're just making sure all the kids are here." One of the women explained.
"Y/n is missing!" The other woman exclaimed.
"I'll find her." Nat promised before going off to look for the young girl.
Back with you. You hesitantly stood up from your hiding spot to see your home city destroyed. Because of that you had no clue where you were or how far you ran. Hugging your teddy tighter you began walking in what direction you hoped to be to the group home.
"Hey kid!" You looked around seeing a woman with red hair making her way toward you. "Is your name y/n?"
"Yes Ma'am who are you?" You whimpered.
"I'm Nat, I'm gonna help you home."
"Thank you!" You smiled taking her hand as she led you back to the home.
Neither of you knew that, that would be the day your lives changed for the best.
She's your mother, you love her
There won't be another
place like her again that you call home
She stands here to help you
"Y/n come here I have to ask you something important." Nat said ushering you over to her.
"What's up?" You asked your foster mom smiling. It's been two years since you met.
"I got some news... Your freed to be adopted." She smiled. "I wanted to know... Would you like me to adopt you?"
"Yes!!!" You screamed tackling her with a hug.
She stands here to help you
there's nothing she won't do
As long as she's alive
you're not alone
you've got each other
That's your mother
"Hey mom." You smiled sitting down on the couch next to her.
"Hi." She smiled back at you. "I have mission today. But bucky and Sam aren't coming on the mission so they'll be checking in on you." She explained.
"Okay! I love hanging out with them. Bucky let's me put magnets on his arm!" You said happily. She shook her head laughing.
She fixes all the broken things
When you're in love, she's got a ring
To give to you, she hopes you'll give away
She don't care who you give it to
Where they're from, if they pray like you
As long as they are good to you, that's enough
First thing she taught you was love is love
"Mom?" You hollered in. After no response you looked back at your boyfriend. "Coast is clear come on." You smiled pulling him in and going toward the hallway that leads to your bedroom.
"Who's he?" Nat smirked from her spot on the couch with Steve and Sam.
"This is Evan... My uh boyfriend." You said nervously shuffling on your feet. "Evan, that is my mom Nat, and her friends Steve and Sam."
"Hello nice to meet you." He smiled.
"Hi." Nat smiled.
"Oooh tiny romanoff has a bOoyfriend." Sam teased laughing when your face flushed.
"Hey kid." Steve gave a small wave.
"Okay we're going to my room. Let's go." You dragged him out behind you.
"Leave the door open!" Was called out by the adults you call your family.
She's your mother, you love her
There won't be another
place like her again that you call home
She stands here to help you
there's nothing she won't do
"How was school?" Nat asked you as you climbed into the car. She just adopted you three months ago.
"It was great nat!" You smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah mom! I got an A on the test!" You said not noticing you had called her mom, for the first time. She noticed, and she was so happy.
"That's great!"
"Yeah and I got invited to a party this Friday... Could I go? Please?"
"Whose house? Will parents be there?" She threw out questions.
"Caleb's. And yes."
As long as she's alive
you're not alone
you've got each other
That's your mother
"Mom!" You said excitedly as you saw she was home from a long mission.
"Hey sweetie." She smiled hugging you.
"Hi! How was the mission?" You asked.
"It was good? Were you behaved?"
"Yes I was!" You said proudly.
"That's good."
When you fail her, when you're afraid
And crying in the careless mess you've made
She'll make you clean it up yourself
and offer you a little help
And dry your weary eyes when you let her
But she'll look at you and know you can do better
You sighed trying again. Punching the bag harder this time. Today was rough. A breakup never was easy. So you were in the gym of the avengers tower, when you moved into the tower she taught you to take your anger out on a punching bag instead of another person. So you've done it ever since you were 11. You only came in the gym for this reason.
"Sweetheart?" You heard but ignored it. "Y/n." She said louder. She sighed watching you punch the bag harder. Friday had alerted her that you were down here.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." You grumbled letting your hands fall to your sides. She immediately wrapped her arms around you putting her hand on the back of your head.
"Please tell me what happened? We'll visit your cousins if you do." She tried to bargain knowing how much you loved hanging out with Clint's kids.
"Evan broke up me." You choked up hiding your face in her shoulder.
"Oh baby." She whispered.
She's your mother, you love her
There won't be another
Place like her again that you call home
She stands here to help you
"Y/n Romanoff." You began walking down the stage. The cheers of the avengers was all that could be heard. You looked up and saw your mom standing up clapping for you.
You met up with them outside after the graduation. You immediately hugged your mom. She's your rock. You were more than positive that if she hadn't adopted you your life would've been so different.
"I'm so proud of you." She smiled.
"Thank you Momma."
There's nothing she won't do
As long as she's alive
You're not alone
The secrets in your heart she's always known
"Mom! I have a new boyfriend." You told her feeling giddy.
"Really? Tell me all about him!" She said from her spot on the sofa.
"I want to know too!" Wanda agreed.
"Well... He's super sweet! And polite. And his so cute!" You gushed. "He has a messy mop of brown hair! And he makes me feel safe."
"Aw." Wanda gushed at how you looked like a love-sick puppy.
"I have to meet him!" Nat told you.
"Well you kinda have... It's Peter."
"I knew you had a crush on him!!" Nat exclaimed.
"A crush on who?" Peter asked walking out of the elevator.
"No one."
She's a beacon, a harbour
A lighthouse, her armour
A promise and a blanket when it's cold
You'll understand it more when you get older
You've got each other
That's your mother
You've got each other
That's your mother
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A/n: my first Nat fic what do you think?
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tara-learns-to-write · 5 days ago
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They didn’t see that coming
Mind if I ask a steve x teen reader where they have a different mutant ability (fire manipulation and blood manipulation) seeing how they beat a bad guy by using two elements against them to using one bad guy as a puppet how would steve and the others find out
Hey Bestie, thanks for the request this was so much fun to write! I hope it lived up to your expectations :) sorry, it was shorter than expected :/
You were hired by Nick because of your skills in combat 
You were basically Natasha but… little 
No one knew about your powers as it wasn’t on your file and also because you didn’t use them unless you really had to as they took a lot out of you
“Oh come on Mini-me just because you don’t have Pietro’s lightning speed doesn’t mean you can’t try to race him,” Natasha said with a smirk plastered on her lips. Setting your feet at the start line you looked back at her “oh I intend to try, build up endurance you know?”. 
You didn’t think it was possible to be in pain everywhere until you ran a 10-mile race with Steve, Pietro, and Bucky.
“You know you could always ask one of us powered folks to get your glass for you ?” Loki chuckled from the corner of the room watching you struggle to get the cup from the top shelf “yep I am perfectly aware of that Mr last time y/n asked for a cup I put a spider in it” as your fingers wrapped around the object you realized it must have been him who put it up there in the first place “Bastard” you muttered walking away.
Another fun fact about you was that you were very protective of your family which showed up in little acts at first
Glancing over at them during battle to make sure they were okay, double-checking the mission briefs to make sure you had memorized how many guards there would be
They didn’t know how far you would go so they liked to test the boundaries
however, everything came out 1 mission
“y/n Cap’s gonna need an extra pair of hands in the south corridor” Tony’s voice crackled through the comms. You started to change your course and ran through the rubble of some building that had gotten knocked down in the process of the fight “Got it Stark, already on my way”. When you got there you weren’t expecting to see Steve fighting off 4 agents and struggling to beat them, you knew this wasn’t going to be good if you didn’t step in and use your powers, so conjuring a ball of flames in your hand you screamed “STEVE DUCK” and as the blond fell to the ground you threw the flames in the agents' direction. “2 down 2 to go” you muttered getting ready to use the one power you had been trying to hide for the last 6 months. “So boys, who wants to play a game?” you stalked towards the 2 men, a sick smirk slowly inching onto your face “How about Simon says? I’ll start” flicking a wrist up you continued “Simon says I’m gonna boil you form the inside out and then I’m gonna take you” you used your free hand to point at the now terrified agent “and make you fight against your own team, how does that sound? Great let’s get started”. Suddenly, the first man started to scream out in pain, writhing in the floor like a worm on concrete “pathetic” you spat. Using your powers to bend both the mans blood and body to your will and watched as he fought against the urges you were sending him “Y/N! IT’S DONE LEAVE THEM AND LET’S GO” you heard Steve shout, so letting your grip on them fall you ran out after the super soldier to the jet.
You could almost feel the tension when you stepped back onto the jet
And it was only then that you realized that they had been watching the whole thing from the CCTV cameras in the corridor
“So you do have powers?” “You didn’t think to tell us you could make a grown man cry”  “I’m impressed” You sat down as the team started to bombard you with questions, thinking that it would be best if you left it a minute before you started to talk “Look I didn’t think I would ever use them again, it wasn’t on my file so I didn’t think it was necessary. I’m sorry” and that was where the conversation ended
You were never teased again
And Loki even taught you how to do even more damage with your new skillset 
Fury made sure to add it to your file 
Apart from that, everything was fine in the Avengers Tower and if anything, it brought you closer together as a family
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simpforquicksilver · 5 days ago
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Tragedy 🎭
Request: can you maybe write a drabble/blurb/whatever you want with the 10th angst prompt “you’re hurting me”. Bucky x daughter!reader please? Maybe fatherfigure!steve as too?
Summary: Bucky has been freed of HYDRA yet, and his daughter must bear the consequences.
Warnings: Choking, extreme angst, sad!bucky
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You and Bucky had fallen asleep on the couch. It was the consequence of your weekly Friday-night movie marathon in an attempt to catch him up on pop culture. His vibranium arm was wrapped around your shoulders and your feet were tucked into the his side. Your heads were resting against the others as you slept in the dim light of the tv screen. All was perfectly peaceful.
That was, until you felt cold metal slip around your throat. Your eyelids shot open and you could feel you veins bulge as the air was squeezed up of them. Your fathers expression was dark and his glare was dissecting your insides.
“Papa?” You squeezed out, though you knew this was not your dad, this was the Winter Soldier and he was going to kill you.
“Please papa, you’re hurting me,” your voice was scratchy and broken but it seemed to get through to him because he soon dropped you down to the floor.
You coughed and wheezed trying to force oxygen into your lungs, and you heard your father gasp,
“(Y/n)? I didn’t- oh I’m so sorry doll. I don’t-” He stuttered out, before his light steps frantically padded out the door.
You looked up, tears welling in your eyes. Picking up the landline, you dialled the only number you had ever called.
“Hello?” The deep groggy voice called down the wire,
“Steve? He’s- he’ gone,”
“(Y/n)? I’ll be right there,”
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He got there quickly and unlocked the door with his own set of keys, he had bought coffee along the way and set it down on the counter before he looked around for you.
He found you in your bedroom, huddled on your bed with your knees pressed to your chest.
“(Y/n)? What happened?”
“He- he tried to strangle me, but it wasn’t him,”
He nodded in understanding, “So he ran away once he realised what happened?”
The creak of the floor boards made you both look up to see the familiar silhouette in your door way.
“Papa?” You croaked, but he didn’t move.
“Buck?” Steve tried, and yet he still didn’t move, “Buck, what happened wasn’t your fault, the Wakandans are working on removing the programming,”
“Steve, I can’t be around them until its gone, until I’m free. They won’t be safe until I’m no longer like this.”
“Papa, we can fix this. Find a way! Its not as bad as you think,”
He shook his head, “Sam said he would fly me out in the morning,”
“Bucky, at least think about this! They need you!” Steve protested, standing up from the bed,
“Steve you can’t change my mind, I’m doing this to protect them.” And with that he walked off and out, the two of you hearing the front door slam behind him.
It felt as if the tears would never stop.
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tara-learns-to-write · 5 days ago
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Being Shy and Quiet but loving Horror movies and how the Avengers would react:
Hey Besties, I did get this as an ask but I was an idiot and deleted it :/ but here it is anyway. Hope this is what you wanted :) if it wasn’t I can redo it but no more stalling let’s get into it. @loudbluepancake thank you for the request 💖
Okay so you were a pretty sweet person 
When you first joined the team it did take a little while for you to open up and make friends but that's only because they were THE AVENGERS and well you were a little nervous 
The team new you could hold your own in the field but that doesn’t mean they were any less protective
You were only training so there really was no need for them to get so upset over the fact that Thor had been a little rougher than expected “come on Point Break what were you thinking” Tony sighed at the God. You just sat there on the bench and waited for some quiet in between the conversation so you could get a word in. “Starks right Thor it was irresponsible yes they can take it but doesn’t mean you can just go at them like that” oh god he had his captain voice on, that wasn’t good “uhm guys” no reply too caught up in whatever Bucky and sam had started to say to the man “GUYS! You do realise that I don’t mind just because you guys go easy on me doesn’t mean the enemy will so thank you Thor for giving me a chance to actually train” that certainly shut them up. Getting up from the bench, grabbing your water you waved goodbye to them and headed for the showers.
Okay so it got a little annoying but it was fine as long as they let you get on with it when you were actually fighting whatever alien or mad man that had decided they wanted to destroy the world
There was always a monthly Movie night 
A night when everyone cleared their calendars, texted their family and got under the fluffy (overpriced) blankets Tony and bought and stay there for the night 
Without fail every month there would be an argument about who would pick the movie everyone claiming they had the better option
In those moments of normalcy there was no place you would rather be
“We are NOT watching The Hobbit again I swear to God I would rather shoot myself in the foot and run a marathon” it was safe to say that Sam was fed up of The Hobbit being an option every month but every month Loki would put up the same argument “But the small man is very interesting to watch” never mind The Hobbit this was interesting to watch you thought as Nat handed you the popcorn also content with watching the men acting like children over something so silly. The second movie that was always entered by an anonymous hero was ‘Teen Beach Movie’ it got picked once and you swore you saw Clint jamming along to the songs so you are starting to think maybe he puts it in.
So out of sheer desperation it was decided that you would all be watching ‘The Conjuring’ 
Everyone was a little nervous about how a sweet little thing like you would react but they really shouldn’t have worried 
“Pssssst, Bruce” Wanda whispered to the scientist as she munched on the sweets she had brought “HAhg what” who would have thought someone who could turn into a mean green killing machine would get so scared over a whisper “what is y/n doing?” 3 more heads that had caught on to the conversation looked turned to look towards you “ARE THEY GIGGLING!” yes yes you were “I think so” a murmur of confusion washed over the group as they watched you imitate the scared faces of the characters. All of a sudden the TV paused “hey I was enjoying that” you complained, a pout clear on your face even in the dark lit room “yeah we could tell”, were you laughing?” you had watched this movie at least 5 times so y now you found it hilarious “Yeah I was sorry was it distracting? I just love watching these types of things they just make me laugh” well that was new for them “even Tony is scared how are you doing this” Steve said from his cocoon of blankets “I don’t know I just am, can we maybe turn it back on now I was enjoying that”
They really didn’t expect it
Let’s just say anytime Loki wanted to watch a scary movie you were invited and anytime Steve wanted to try watching one you would get a phone call
Not that you minded
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Inauspicious Stars // Prologue
Stark!Peter Parker x Rogers!Reader
Taglist: @potters-heart
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Two households, both alike in dignity
(In fair New York where we lay our scene),
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers “take their life”;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s’ end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage.
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Do they make it? None shall tell you
(but I won’t tell you they don’t get away)
This tale of Romeo and Juliet
The passage of time, and mortals, and play
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Inauspicious Stars // Chapter I
Stark!Peter Parker x Rogers!Reader
About ten paragraphs in I stopped just doing word for word translations into modern English.
Romeo and Juliet Taglist: @potters-heart
SERIES MASTERLIST
<<<Previous Part
“Up next: fanatics from Team Iron Man and Team Cap clash in the streets. Ever since the Civil War, a minority of overzealous supporters have had brawls all over New York City.” The news anchor grabs your attention, and you stop flipping through the channels.
The camera switches to a live video feed, showing the fight escalate. You watch as War Machine arrives, arc reactor gauntlets moving to point at different people. “Alright, everybody, just calm down. Stop fighting.”
Clint jumps down to where Rhodes is floating, specially-designed arrow drawn and ready. “Seriously, threatening these cowards? Shut up, Rhodes, don’t have those be your last words.”
“Look, man, I’m just trying to stop the fight. Put down your weapon, or use it to help me.”
Clint scoffs. “Wow, aiming at people and talking of peace? I hate that word, as much as I hate hell, all Team Iron Man’s, and you. Come at me, coward!”
With the involvement of Clint and Rhodes, the fight only grew. Finally, Thaddeus Ross’ Accords enforcers and the police show up. Steve Rogers, your father, and Natasha Romanoff-Rogers, your mother, aren’t too far behind.
“What’s happening? Quick, Nat, grab my shield!” Steve exclaims, ready—per usual—to rush headfirst into the fight.
“You need a crutch, not a shield. Calm down, Steve.”
Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark arrive as well.
“Grab my shield!” Steve insists. “Stark is here, in his suit!”
“Aww, Rogers, sad that you’re too old to fight me?” Tony coos mockingly.
“Tony, if you move so much as one inch and fight...” Pepper allows her voice to trail off threateningly.
All further discourse is halted by the arrival of Thaddeus Ross, soldiers at his side. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Neighbor fighting neighbor, and for what? Misplaced enthusiasm in warring superhero factions? This is why the Sokovian Accords are in place, why they’re necessary. Can’t you see? You would let superheroes rule your lives this much?
“I’ve chosen to be lenient this time. The next time a brawl like this breaks out, my men have orders to take down instigators with extreme prejudice and no discrepancies between side, age, etcetera. All of you, leave. Rogers, come with me; Stark, we’ll have a talk this afternoon. Again, on pain of death, everyone leave.”
Under Ross’ watchful eye, the crowd slowly begins to disperse. Steve attempts to catch Tony’s eye, but his mask shutters closed as he takes off, Rhodey following. Pepper sends a glare towards Steve and Nat as she climbs into the car and Happy drives her off. No one notices the high schooler with a fedora get in on the other side but Pepper, Steve heading off with Ross and Nat heading home with Clint.
Once Happy, Pepper, and Ned reach the tower, catching up with the far faster Tony and Rhodey in their suits, Pepper, Tony, and Ned end up in the living room talking.
“What idiot started the fight?” Tony asks no one in particular, shaking his head as he mutters. He shifts, locking eyes with Ned. “Ned, you were there, what happened?”
“There was this huge crowd of Iron Man and Captain America supporters fighting when I was walking, I don’t know why, I missed the start of it. Mr. Rhodey showed up to stop them, and right then came Mr. Hawkeye, looking to fight, and so he goaded Mr. Rhodey and attacked and they started fighting. Mr. Rhodey was doing it in self defense, though. And then I heard somebody insult Peter, so I decked him and I got involved too. Well, I attempted to deck him—it didn’t work out too well.” Ned points to his black eye. “And then more people kept coming and coming, fighting for either side, until Mr. Ross showed up as well and stopped it.”
“And where’s Peter? Have you seen him yet today?” Pepper questions. “I’m glad he at least wasn’t involved in this fight.”
“Well, yes. I think? I mean, I went to go find him, ‘cause I got stuck on the new Lego Death Star—I finished the Millenium Falcon—and he hadn’t wanted to help build it before but I thought he might now so I went to go see him. Turned out, I finally found him, but he noticed me and swung away and I couldn’t catch up. I figured he wanted to be alone and was like thinking of something or something, so I thought it’d be best to leave him be and talk to him when he wasn’t busy.”
Tony sighs, plopping down on the couch beside Pepper. “I’m going to have to put my foot down,” he mutters, running a hand over his face. Louder, he adds, “Kid keeps staying up all night. Teens and their angsty heartbreak crap. Just sits there, sullenly not doing anything but sighing. And then once the sun comes up, it’s like he runs away from it, coming home and locking himself in his room all day. Won’t even come in the lab—the heck happened with that?—or patrol except as an excuse to be out at night. Locks himself in his room and closes the blinds, surprised he’s not asked me to paint his room black yet.”
“Mr. Stark, do you know... why?” Ned asks tentatively.
“I don’t know and he won’t tell me.”
Ned thinks hard, trying to come up with something, but his eyes widen when he notices Peter shuffling his feet sluggishly as he walks down the hall, slouching and hunching in on himself.
“Peter!” Ned calls out excitedly, missing the other’s expression once he sees his friend and increased pace to the kitchen. To Tony, Ned says, “Mr. Stark, I bet I can get him to tell me what’s wrong.”
Tony nods, offering Pepper his arm. “Thanks, kid. Tell me what’s wrong later.”
With that, the couple leaves. Ned goes off to the kitchen after his best friend.
Peter closes the fridge door, pile of food in his hands. As he meets Ned’s eyes, he freezes like a deer in headlights.
“Morning, Pete!” Ned greets cheerily.
“It’s only morning?” Peter grouses, grumpily sitting at the kitchen island and beginning eating. His hair is a mess, unbridled and tangled, and his eyes have dark circles under them.
“It’s only nine,” FRIDAY offers helpfully.
“Time slows when you’re having sad,” Peter mutters. Louder, he questions, “Was that Dad who left so quick?”
“It was. Why are you having the big sad sad?”
“Because I don’t have the big happy happy,” Peter snarks rudely.
Ned gives his best friend another once-over. His eyes widen in understanding and he makes an unintelligible noise of comprehension. “Ohhhh. You’re in love,” he says wisely.
“Lucky me,” Peter grumbles.
“Lucky her.”
“She doesn’t want me.” It comes out as a whine at the end.
“Who?”
“She’s so pretty, she might as well be Venus.” Peter sighs dreamily before launching into a soliloquy of his puppy-love crush’s perfection. A full five minutes later, he turns to Ned, eyes narrowing. “You’re not laughing?”
Ned pats his friend’s back awkwardly. “No, I’d never laugh. I’m more likely to cry than anything else?”
“Cry at what?”
“You’re so... depressed. I don’t like seeing you this way. I don’t know if even my fedora can fix this.”
“Well, I think I’m going to prove that one can literally die of a broken heart,” Peter bemoans. Changing his tune, he peers up at his best friend. “You really mean it?” Without waiting for a response, Peter goes back to mopey and depressed, giving Ned whiplash from the mood swings. “Honestly, you being sad just makes me sadder. Why is everyone sad now? I think it’s because love is sad. Saaaaaad.”
Honestly, at this point, Ned is wondering if Peter is high (he’s not), but he’s too busy being the supportive caring best friend to pay too much attention.
Peter stands, done with his food. “Welp, bye, Ned.”
“Here, I’ll come with you. And before you say anything, you’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t let me come.”
“I’m not here for you to come with. I’m not Peter, he’s somewhere else. I’m just a sad, empty husk of a person.”
“At least tell me who you’re crushing on, then.”
“It’s not a crush, it’s love,” Peter whines.
“Okay, okay,” Ned placates. “Tell me who you’re in love with.”
“I love this girl.”
Ned barely manages to not roll his eyes. “I figured, when you said ‘she’ so many times in reference.”
“See! Astute. Oh, and she’s pretty.”
“Yeah, because it took Sherlock Holmes to figure that out,” Ned mumbles sarcastically.
“She’s as smart as Sherlock Holmes,” Peter waxes dreamily, “and witty, and pretty, and in the Decathlon, and has good common sense. She’s not the type of person to fall in love with the handsomest jock or anything or act dumb and stuff, she’s sensible.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Peter’s smile drops. “She’s lesbian,” he says sadly.
“Oh.” Ned understands. Peter is respectful—if someone says they don’t like him, he won’t ask again, and he won’t make someone uncomfortable by asking if he already knows they don’t.
“Yeah,” Peter agrees miserably. “She’s too smart and too pretty to like guys. I’m doomed, Ned, doomed and dead.
“C’mon, Pete, forget about her.”
“And how do you propose I do that?” Peter challenges.
“Find some other pretty girl, you’ll be fine.”
“Do you hear yourself?” Peter is flabbergasted. “No one’s as pretty as she is, Ned. It’s impossible to do. And you really think I’d fall out of love with her for some other girl? She’s perfect, I wouldn’t do that. Bye, Ned. I can’t just forget her.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
With that, the two leave.
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I Don’t Dance (A Request)
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Requested: Anonymous
Word Count: 1658
Pairing: None, Platonic Avengers X Teen!Female!Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
A/n: Sorry for the long wait guys! I’m going to try to get back into writing steadily again but I don’t want to get your hopes up too high! so be patient with me please! Requests will still be closed until I am caught up with the requests I currently have sitting in my google docs.
Ps: Do you like my play on the title? :) If you know where it’s from then I hope you got the song stuck in your head now!
Request: Could I request an imagine with the avengers where teen!reader plays softball (shortstop maybe??) and they all watch?? Maybe it can be a close game. It’ll be up to you if reader’s team wins or not. But if you don’t want to write this thats ok too. I really enjoy reading your stories!! :)
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You breathed out deeply, focusing on the white noise surrounding you and the feel and weight of the metal bat in your hands.
Your eyes met the piercing gaze of the pitcher and you smirked, egging her on.
Time seemed to slow as the pitcher wound up and then released, right away you could tell it was a curveball. But unluckily for her, you were one of the best batters’ in the league and with a well-timed swing, hit the ball straight out to the far outfields. 
“Yes! Go [Y/n]! That’s our girl!” The loud voice of one Tony Stark rang out over the field as you raced around the bases, getting the final home run and winning the game for your team with a score of 7-5.
Dropping your helmet in your bag once back inside the dugout, you wiped the sweat from your forehead as you accepted the congratulations from your teammates and captain.
“Amazing as always [Y/n].” Your coach caught you before you could leave, patting you on the head, before she smirked and looked behind you for a moment, “Though maybe next time your friends can show up incognito and not distract your teammates, the score shouldn’t have been that close together.”
You laughed, looking over your shoulder at the Avengers who were all in their suits, covered in dirt and other questionable stains and bruises.
With a final good job, the coach sent you on your way and you jogged over to the Avengers, “Did you guys finish the mission? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make this game?” 
Steve ruffled your hair, his smile lighting up the sky it seemed, “We wouldn’t miss a single of your games [Y/n]. Don’t worry about the mission.”
Wanda sighed, but she was smiling as she moved to your side, “What Steve means is that we finished the mission just in time. But until you're officially an Avenger, you should just stay focused on school.”
You laughed along with the Avengers. Ever since you had been a child, they had been your friends, like older brothers and sisters, as they helped raise you. You had been found alone as a baby wandering the streets without any memory of parents or a home when Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff had stumbled across you. A normal child by all standards, but they must have seen something in you because they never turned you into 
Taken in by the Avengers, you never imagined you would have a normal life. And that was true to some extent. From the time you were a toddler to a pre-teen, you had been homeschooled and taught advanced science and mechanical engineering from Bruce Banner, Vision and Tony Stark. You had been given martial arts lessons and defence from Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff. 
Then you met Peter Parker, the spider-man and Tony Stark’s apprentice. He was close to your age and you grew close to him, the first contact you had with someone young. Together you convinced the team to let you go to a normal highschool. So you entered Midtown high alongside Peter and soon discovered your joy and affinity for Fastpitch.
A beast at shortstop and a hell of a batter, you rose through the team until you were the youngest and apparently fastest player to hit Varsity.
“Hey [Y/n]! Oh!” Peter skidded to a halt beside you, a red flush on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Hi Mr. Stark!”
You punched the boy’s shoulder causing him to yelp, “What is it Peter?”
Peter jumped and then smiled, “Oh! I was going to ask if you wanted to play a quick round since the field is now clear.”
The Avengers immediately perked up and looked at you excitedly causing you to giggle and point at their suits, “Aren’t you guys tired from the mission? We can play on another day.”
Tony swung an arm around your shoulder and gestured wildly, “Today’s a perfect day though [Y/n]! And we’re the avengers! If we couldn’t handle an easy game of fastpitch what type of protectors would we be?”
You smirked, “Easy you say? Alright, let’s pick teams. Peter and I are captains.”
Everyone shifted uneasily, seeming to sense the shift of tension and your smirk grew wider. They may be the Avengers, but fastpitch was where you shone the brightest.
“I’ll take Bucky.” You started off the nominations.
By the end, the teams were decided with you as the captain alongside your players, Bucky, Steve,  and Natasha, while Peter had Tony, Bruce and Wanda, and Vision deciding to be the referee with Clint as the catcher for both teams.
“We’ll take the field first.” You made the executive decision, deciding not to leave it to a coin toss. “One inning outfield and one batting for each team, the one with the most homeruns wins.”
Tony preened, “You already know who’s going to win.”
You tilted your head and asked, “Do we?” Before turning away and walking back into the dugout you had just occupied for the past several hours. 
Your team took the field first, and you took your spot as shortstop. Steve took first base while Natasha stood in the far outfield and Bucky took up position as the pitcher. 
Tony sauntered up to bat first, his Iron Man suit almost completely off except for the gloves and shoes. 
He smirked as he swung the bat back and forth before taking up a stance, eyeing Bucky who took a deep breath and then wound up for the pitch, using his metal arm to pitch.
The ball moved so fast, you couldn’t track it with your eyes. The crack from the bat hitting the ball was as loud as thunder and you couldn’t hold back the flinch.
“Would you look at that!” Tony laughed, but he was interrupted by Peter shouting, “Run you old man!”
Tony looked back, affronted with a hand to his chest,  “Who are you calling old?”
And then Vision called out, “Mr. Stark, you are out.”
Tony flipped around, “What?”
You laughed, pointing to where Steve stood on first base, a ball in his hand from where Natasha had caught it and thrown it to him. “Next time you should run around the bases before trying to brag.”
Peter’s team finally managed to get a homerun after Wanda manipulated the ball a bit, which caused a bit of a stir about whether abilities should be allowed or not. 
Finally it was your team’s turn to be at bat and you started off strong with Bucky. Wanda pitching for Peter’s team as he stood on first, Tony was at shortstop and Bruce was out in the outfield looking distinctly uncomfortable holding the glove on his hand.
You went through your roster and finally it was your turn up at bat. The teams were tied and you were the last to bat, with two strikes against your team. 
Taking up a stance, you breathed out deeply and focused on the weight of the bat in your hands, the sand under your feet, the sun on your face and the look Wanda gave you as she wound up the pitch.
You shouted out, “Don’t go easy on me guys just because I’m not an Avenger!”
The others exchanged looks and then nodded at you, making you pleased.
When Wanda released her pitch, your eyes tracked the ball. You didn’t have super strength, or flight, or were a trained assassin, but Fastpitch was your lifeblood and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you could hit this ball out of the park.
You mentally spoke to yourself, not yet, not yet….now! And swung with everything you had. 
The ball made contact and though it didn’t create a thunderous crack, it did ring in your ears and hands as the bat vibrated from the force of the connection. 
You dropped the bat and ran like the devil was licking at your heels. Your mind focused on the bases in front of you as you rounded them, but half an ear out listening as Tony yelled for Bruce to ‘Throw the damn ball already!’
You internally smirked, breathing evenly as you pumped your arms, getting to the last stretch towards home base.
A flash of red energy and Wanda stood over home base with her hand outstretched, ready to tag you.
But being the best batter wasn’t simply just about hitting the balls. With a short leap, you fell to the ground, the momentum carrying you forward still as you slid underneath the surprised witch.
“Safe!” Vision’s voice shouted out and broke the calm that had befallen the field at your slide.
“Yes!” You jumped up and fistpumped the air.
Your team came streaming from the dugout and Peter’s came in from the field. 
Tony shook his head, sweat flinging from his hair, “Hate to say it kid, but you won.”
You smiled at the man, “Fastptich not that easy now, is it?”
Tony laughed, “Nope, definitely proved me wrong kiddo.”
You sighed, running your hand through your hair, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beyond tired now and ready for some greasy food.”
“Hell yeah!” Peter jumped up with a grin.
Clint gasped and slammed a hand over Peter’s mouth, causing everyone to look at him. Clint just looked around at everyone with a grave look, “Who taught the baby to cuss?”
Everyone stared a moment longer and then everyone broke down laughing. Even Clint broke his composure and laughed, releasing Peter.
As you all began walking back to the tower, you thought about your life. The abnormalities and the people in it. And realized you wouldn’t trade a thing about it. Your life may not be exactly normal, but with your friends and family, you knew your life would be amazing. 
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slutfornat · 8 days ago
fem. reader x wanda, 1 and 8??
Hufflepuff // W.M
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You and Peter were arguing when the avengers decided to finally see why you two were yelling for the past forty minutes. Tony and Steve obviously made a bet to see who's right which wanda joined.
The door was opened just as you shouted "I'm a Hufflepuff for fuck's sake! I would make an amazing girlfriend". A couple of them begin laughing as wanda says "I'm sure you would, y/n."
"Y/n Stark, you are nineteen, that is far to young to have a partner" tony says before continuing, "and yes I said partner, I know how it is with teens, I have tik tok unlike capsical."
They all just stare at you for a couple seconds until you snap, "take a picture, it might last longer". "Well, at least I won the bet" wanda says.
"At least I wasn't married to a toaster" you say and she answers "good thing I can marry you legally instead for a change."
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blueposthings · 8 days ago
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Little Informant (pt.3)
Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide aka death of Brock Rumlow, daddy issues :D
Word count: 2.8k+
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You were brought to the Avengers Compound and they had you checked up by the doctors they had on standby. They confirmed your injuries to be a broken nose, a sprained wrist, some bruising on your stomach and back, and a couple of hairline fractures to your ribs. The doctor let you go with a request of staying out of fights for at least a couple months but the team wouldn’t let you off that easily.
So here you were, tailing a billionaire with a goatee as he led you from the elevator to the conference room of the Avengers Compound. Upon arriving, you became... uncomfortable, to say the least. The room full of notorious heroes couldn’t help but stare at you; the bruised and battered teenager wearing a loaned SHIELD shirt a couple sizes too big with a cast on her wrist. They stared at you because despite your unfamiliar existence, you reminded them of the man that, one way or another, almost tore them apart for good.
For Steve, it was the man who he had trusted and worked with until he betrayed him and tried to kill him on multiple occasions. For Sam, it was the man he fought only seconds before he almost died among the rubbles of a collapsing building, the man he thought he left to die in that same building. For Wanda, it was the man she had thrown through a construction filled with innocent people as she watched him blow himself up, no way of escaping death. For Bucky, it was the man that had commanded him to do despicable things by day and watched him get tortured by night.
Even with the holes you could feel burning into your figure, you held your composure and straightened your back. When Stark told you to sit, you did so while you held your head high, not afraid to make eye contact anytime you caught another’s eyes. You steadied your breath, you hid your emotions and fear, you pretended to be someone you weren’t, because that’s what a Rumlow does.
“So,” Tony broke the silence. “Wanna tell us your name?”
You diverted your gaze to the man. “Y/N.”
“Okay, Y/N,” he sat down across from you. “Where have you been all this time? Because honestly, I couldn’t find anything about you for the life of me.”
“Minding my own business.” You said, a sharp edge to your voice.
Steve spoke before Tony, stopping the two of you from getting into a snarky comments fight. “Tell us what happened.”
You leaned back in your seat, trying to make yourself look less intimidated, less small. “I got back to my apartment, and there was a man trying to kill me.”
“Who was he?” Natasha then spoke up.
“Beats me,” You shrugged, “said he was an old family friend.”
“So he knew you?” Steve leaned in, resting his forearms on the table.
“No.” You shook your head. “He said when I accessed the information I gave to you, it sent a signal to them, and they thought my dad had come back from the dead.” You paused. “But he knew my name.”
“And that is weird… why?” Another man from the far corner of the table you recognized as Colonel James Rhodes inquired.
“Well if your genius of a friend here couldn’t figure out my name without asking me himself, I don’t suppose your everyday hitman could.” You bit, a defensive tone never leaving your voice.
“You said ‘they’. Who is ‘they’?” Steve asked, disregarding your attitude.
You sighed, exaggerating your exasperation. “I don’t know, okay? HYDRA, Hero Mercs, whatever- he did try to recruit me into his whatever-little-army, which I declined. Then he wanted to know what I did with all the shit I got from that laptop. He wasn’t very happy with the answer.”
This time Bucky leaned in with interest. “He tried to recruit you?”
“And I said no.” You repeated yourself, putting an emphasis on every word. “He went ballistic and almost shot me in the head but I shot him first, beat his ass unconscious and ran like hell.”
“Which was impressive, by the way.” Clint couldn’t help but say.
You pulled your lip in to a sarcastic smile. “Thanks. I suppose my dad taught me a thing or two.”
You noticed the way everyone would tense everytime you mentioned your dad. This time Steve looked down for a second, you could swear there was sadness and guilt in his eyes. Good, you thought. You knew it was probably selfish to think this way, The Avengers probably did what had to be done and plus, they didn’t know Rumlow had a kid, but you still wanted them to feel bad. You wanted them to at least think of the unknown damage they have bestowed upon hundreds of people while they were fighting the big fight.
“Speaking of,” Tony cleared his throat. “You know anything about what your dad did? At all?”
“Aside from what he told me, no. Not one bit.”
“And what did he tell you?” Natasha inquired.
“That he worked for SHIELD.” You let your gaze divert to the wall across you, staring at nothing. “After SHIELD was gone he said he’d gotten recruited into another security agency. I didn’t know anything about this-” you paused, gesturing to nothing in particular, “mess.” You sighed again, your defensive and rude facade faltering ever so slightly. “Then one day he left for a mission and never came back.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Sam said after a moment of silence.
You only looked at him, face unreadable. After that, you went back to the cocky, overly-confident brat you were. “So, can I go now?”
“No.” Steve answered without missing a beat. “You barely made it out alive, Y/N. It’s not safe for you to go back out there by yourself.”
"Yeah, remember the last time you tried to do that?" Tony asked rethorically, gesturing to the bruises on your face and the cast adorning your wrist.
You rolled your eyes at the man.
“We have more than enough space here for you. You should stay.” Steve said, although his tone made you believe it wasn’t really a suggestion.
You let yourself think for a short moment. “For how long?”
“Until we clear out every immediate threat,” Tony answered as he pulled up the hologram showing a bunch of digital files. “With the information you’ve given to us, I’d say about four weeks.”
With a deep breath you say “okay.” The fact that you had agreed a bit too quickly raised a few questions for everyone around you but they figured not to push their luck.
Tony raised to his feet. “FRIDAY, show Y/N one of the empty rooms.”
“Of course.” An unknown being voiced ahead. “From the door to your right please, Ms. Rumlow.”
You were surprised with the AI addressing you by your last name, but as always you recomposed yourself within a split second. No one even noticed your quick flustered demeanor aside from Bucky and Steve who picked up how your heart rate sped up just a little bit. You rose from your seat and left without a second glance, following the directions from the AI echoing the hallways.
You were left to your own accords for a few hours, FRIDAY left a message from Tony that said you should settle in. But the only belongings you had brought was your knife and the gun Steve had yet to return to you. The sun was already rising, you haven’t slept in almost three days but even after the long night you’ve had, you still couldn't sleep. So you sat on the edge of the way too comfortable bed, staring off to the skyline.
There was a knock on the door right around six o’clock in the morning. You pulled yourself out of your train of thought and stood to open the door. On the other side was Sam Wilson, his hands were behind his back and it seemed like he had aged a couple years since you last saw him merely hours ago.
You looked at him expectantly, mouth shut waiting for him to speak.
“I have something you probably want to have.” He unclutched his right palm in front of him, his eyes studying your reaction upon seeing your father’s dog tags in his hands.
You grabbed it hastily. “Where did you find this?”
“In your apartment,” he said truthfully. “I probably shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.”
You didn’t reply, you only looked at the metal tag sitting in your hands. You wondered how you could have missed it. When you lost your dad, you quite literally lost your dad; you didn’t even know where your dad was buried -or if he was even buried at all. And for three years, your dad’s dog tag was the only remains of him that you had. You had held on to it for so long but you must have forgotten about it after your mind was too clouded by HYDRA, Hero Mercs, and the fact that everything you thought you knew about your dad turned out to be a complete lie.
“Sam.” You didn’t even register the word leaving your mouth. You sounded so scared, so broken. So small.
The older man raised his eyebrows. Though your eyes weren’t meeting his, you could feel him staring at you. You’d expected judgement, deprecation, but you could only feel kindness maybe even a bit of sympathy.
“Is it wrong?”
“Is what wrong?”
“That I still- that I still love him,” you sniffled, tears glistening your eyes, “even after I know what he’s done.”
“No. Of course not.” There was no hesitation in his answer. “People are… complicated. I didn’t know your dad like you did. But from what I’ve gathered, he was a good dad to you.”
You nodded. Because he was an amazing dad. He lied to you, that’s obvious by now, but in the back of your head you believed it was because he wanted to protect you, he wanted what’s best for you. And that’s what made you held on through the past few days.
Sam suddenly continued, his tone changing to one more serious and deep. “Steve didn’t kill him.”
“What?” You finally met Sam’s eyes in a surprise, blinking your tears away.
“He, uh- he killed himself. Steve was there, he was the last person to talk to him and I think he felt responsible.” Sam added with a sigh. “I thought you should know,”
“Oh.” You felt a crippling dull pain crawl from your chest to the rest of your body. Your dad killed himself? Why would he do that when he knew you were waiting for him to come back home? You were just a kid -hell you’re still a kid now, he wouldn’t do that to you. Would he? No, no, he cared for you, he wouldn’t leave you if he had a choice… Right?
There was a moment of tense silence, you were processing and internally panicking and Sam, well truthfully he didn’t know what to do at the moment. He had worked with a handful of war-wounded veterans but he had never consoled a teenager before, let alone a teenager who had just learnt that her mass-murderer father intentionally left her when he decided to blow himself up.
When he looked up, he was greeted by a slam of the door. He flinched, wondering if he made the right decision by telling you what he told you. He finally sighed, sparing one last glance to the door closed tight before walking away.
You sat on the floor, your heart was pounding so hard that you forgot about all of the injuries you had obtained less than six hours ago. The metal accessory you had once thought to be a source of warmth and a reminder of love was now as cold as ice, you could almost feel the letters ingrained into it glaring at you. A reminder that the man you thought you knew, you thought you could rely on, the man you grew up looking up to was nothing else but a stranger who shared the same DNA as you.
Then you planned.
You planned all the things you were going to do within the next four weeks you will be cooped up in this tower. The Avengers now know who you were; where you lived, and so did the people who worked with your dad who now probably wants you dead. You can’t stay in New York anymore so you planned your disappearance. Faking your death might seem a bit far fetched, too dramatic. So you decided after these four weeks were up, you would leave. You would leave with a smile and an expression of gratitude to the people who have protected you. Then you’d say you would return to your apartment and process, you’d need some alone time, about a week. You would tell them to leave you alone for a week, but they were welcomed to visit afterwards. But you will be long gone by then.
EXTENDED ENDING
Afterall, you didn’t just inherit your father’s last name, or eyes, or jawline, or cocky demeanor. If there was one thing you’ve learnt about your family these past few days, is that the Rumlows are one hell of a liar.
You found yourself walking home one night when you came across a TV in a store’s front display playing a live news report. You held your breath, not stopping the small smile creeping up your lips.
SAM WILSON IS THE NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA
Proud was an understatement. You might not have known him for too long, only for four weeks, but during those weeks you saw how kind, thoughtful, and responsible he really was. Sam was arguably the person who cared about you the most, despite what you’ve heard from Vision -who, mind you, has no filters whatsoever- his encounter with your late father wasn’t exactly a pleasant one. You listened to Sam's speech the other night and you knew there was no one more suited to takeover the mantle than him.
You have been thinking for a while about what would have happened if you never left New York, if you have stayed with The Avengers. Maybe you would eventually become an Avenger yourself, maybe you would have fought against Thanos, maybe you would’ve been blipped -or even died. There were so many possibilities, however none of them made you regret the decision that you made.
Besides, fighting the big fight wasn’t really your thing, you’ve figured that much. You didn’t have superpowers or flying suits or extensive Red Room training, all you had were the skills your father left you with and some self-taught tricks you learnt while you were on the run. And if with great powers comes great responsibility, then your smaller power comes with smaller responsibilities; can’t say you’d complain. So with a mask covering your face and a fake name to hide your identity, you stayed on the ground; protecting the little guy. That’s what you’ve been doing for at least three years now and you gotta say, Baltimore has quite grown on you.
“What do you think?” A familiar voice rang, breaking your train of thought.
“Of the new Captain?” You glanced at your boyfriend beside you. “I think he’s the right man for the job. Glad he finally made the decision, I don’t imagine it was easy for him.”
“Yeah,” he nodded knowingly. “I bet.”
It was silent for a couple of minutes, the both of you stood hand in hand as you two listened to the news reporter reviewing the stunts the Flag Smashers tried to pull yesterday night. However, the silence was soon broken by the shrill of a police siren passing by you across the street.
You looked at your boyfriend apologetically.
“Well, I guess that’s your cue,” he smiled at you teasingly, “Shadow Trail.”
“Oh, shut up.” You pushed him by the shoulder lightly.
“I really wish I could go with you.” The smile on his face turned into a sad one. His hands lingered on your hips, unwilling to let you go.
“And give your grandpa a heart attack?” You joked, poking his nose to try to lighten up the mood. When it didn’t work you sighed, looping your arms around his neck. “I know you do, babe. Soon, maybe. Okay?”
He planted a kiss on your lips, mumbling an “okay.”
There were a couple more police cars passing by you and you forced yourself away from your lover. “I gotta go, I love you.” You turned to walk towards the direction the police cars had gone.
“I love you too.” He said before you got too far. “Bring that beautiful face of yours back home safe!”
“You bet!” You shouted over your shoulder but then you stopped and turned on your heels. “Oh, and Eli?”
His eyes hadn’t leave yours when he tilted his face to the side, cocking an eyebrow.
“If you see Sam again, tell the Captain I send him my best regards.”
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The laugh that left his lips was bubbly, genuine. “I will, Y/N.”
With the MCU starting to drop hints in kick-starting Young Avengers I thought why not give a little tribute to it. I was thinking about making more fics based on this Y/N when Young Avengers and Eli Bradley as Patriot becomes canon in the MCU where Shadow Trail would eventually become a part of Young Avengers. With her family background and her history with The Avengers I feel like it would be a fun storyline to play with. But I would love to know what you think!
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