#barton!reader

[sergeantxrogers]

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Summary: Visiting Aunt Nat at the new Avengers Facility was not at all what you expected it to be: stolen kisses, pretty lakes, and your secret being uncovered.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Barton!reader

Word count: 6k 

Warnings: Fluff, age gap (same as in part 1), smut-about-to-happen, Steve being vulnerable and kinda sad, Steve also being defensive, super-spy Natasha, that’s all

Note: This is part two to this previous fic

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“Mom-”

“Did you pack your toothbrush?”

“Yes, but mom-”

“What about your charger? How will I call you if your phone’s dead?”

“I packed my charger.”

“You sure? Why don’t you double check, just in case?”

“Honey,” your dad’s voice drifted from the doorway, causing both you and your frantic mother to turn towards it. “She already has everything she needs.”

Your mom huffed. “How can you be so sure?”

Your dad sighed, then pushed himself off the door frame and walked over to her. “Because you’ve been over this with her a million times already.”

He enveloped her in a hug, and her head rested heavily on his shoulder. Your eyes met hers, and you gave her an empathetic smile. 

“I’m just worried, that’s all,” she said, the words muffled against your dad’s shirt.

He pulled back, then turned to look at you with a smile and a tilt of his head. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

“Yeah, mom, I think I’ll be able to manage a week away from you,” you cut in, and you saw her shoulders slump. She stepped forward and grabbed you by your shoulders, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“That’s not the issue.”

“Then what is?”

Your mom sighed, and looked to your father hesitantly before glancing back at you. “I just... There’s been so many bad things going on in the world lately, and you’re gonna be so far away from us-”

Her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence, and it broke your heart along with it. You shook your head and gave her hand a small squeeze. 

“Laura,” your dad said softly, bringing a hand up to her shoulder, “she’ll be staying at a highly-guarded facility with a bunch of superhumans. There’s not a single place in the world she’d be safer.”

“Aunt Nat wouldn’t have invited me if she didn’t think it was safe,” you added hopefully, and it took a moment, but your mother finally nodded.

Taking in a deep breath, she straightened her back and cleared her throat. She gave your arm a final squeeze before smiling. “I’m heading downstairs. Natasha’ll be here any minute to pick you up.”

You and your father stood side by side and watched her leave, before you turned to look at each other. 

“Is she like this with you?” you asked him with a skeptical brow.

“Every damn time, kiddo,” he said with a sigh. 

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“Jeez, Nat, this place is huge,” you gaped as you walked in through the main entrance of the facility. “How do you guys not get lost in here?”

Natasha chuckled as she threw an arm over your shoulders, pulling you along with her down a long hallway with big windows and high ceilings. “Practice, kid.”

Your eyes kept drinking in everything the facility had to offer, from high tech elevators and doors, to meeting rooms filled with people in suits and lab coats, barely sparing you a glance as you walked passed their open doors.

Everything else was a flash of movement and excitement that you were actually, finally here, until Nat ushered you into a large room with couches, matching chairs, a huge desk and a few overflowing bookshelves.

The conversation in the room died down once all eyes fell on you, and you felt your heart stutter with nerves. You knew all of these people - of course you did. But they didn’t know you. At least, not all of them. Your eyes bounced between the girl you knew was Wanda, and Sam Wilson, contemplating which one to approach and introduce yourself to first, when a familiar voice to your right tore your attention away from them. 

“Hey-”

You met the source of the voice with furrowed brows. 

“I know you,” he said, and got up from his desk chair, circling the corner of the desk while pointing a finger at you. “You’re Barton’s kid, right? Finally here to meat the rest of these shitheads?”

You sighed, partially in relief, and partially because you knew what was in store for you for the next seven days. “Yeah, Tony. It’s me. I wouldn’t say they’re shitheads though.”

“Oh no, they’re shitheads, alright,” Tony said with an affirmative nod. 

He pointed to Wanda and she rolled her eyes as he said, “She’s the smallest shithead here.”

Wanda seemed to completely ignore his statement as she stepped towards you and, shockingly, engulfed you in a warm hug. 

“And he’s the biggest shithead here,” she whispered into your ear, and you had to bite back a smile.

“I’m Wanda,” she said as she pulled back, and her energy had your shoulders relaxing and your breath evening out.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, and before Wanda could reply, she was pushed to the side and replaced by a smirking Falcon. 

“And I’m Sam, but you can call me anytime,” he said confidently with his hand held out. 

You stared at him, mouth slightly hanging open, as you looked back and forth between his hand and his face. You shook his hand skeptically, and he gave you a wink. You heard both Natasha and Wanda groan from behind you, and the whole situation was so weird you almost burst out laughing. 

Almost.

You would’ve, if it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat in the doorway.

Your head snapped to the side, and you felt yourself go weak in the knees as your gaze met his blue one. It took all the energy you possessed to look indifferent as he walked slowly towards you.

“Why don’t you stick to girls your own age, hm, Wilson?” his deep voice drawled, and you had to cover your shocked laugh with a cough at the hypocrisy in his words.

“You okay, honey?” Nat asked, resting a caring hand on your back, and you nodded as you waved her off. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m- I’m good,” you said, taking in a deep breath. “I’m fine, really.”

You met Steve’s eyes again, and you could’ve sworn the bastard had the smallest smile known to man playing at his lips, just to spite you. 

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “Nice to see you again.”

You nodded slowly, hoping nobody around you could see the shake in your hands as you tightened your grip on your duffel bag. “Likewise, Steve.”

His gaze continued to bore into you, and all you could think as you stared back at him was they don’t know they don’t know they don’t know.

They didn’t know the abundance of texts you and Steve shared, or the late night phone calls that lasted until sunrise most times (”How did you even get my number?” “Swiped it from Nat’s phone, duh.”), or the many, many pictures sent between the two of you.

You could’ve gotten lost in his eyes, just as bright as the first time they met yours, and you felt the world around you darken. It was almost like he was getting closer. How long were you standing there, staring at each other? It didn’t matter; it felt like an eternity.

“Okay,” Tony’s grating voice spoke, pulling you from your hypnotized states with a sharp clap of his hands. “That just got awkward. Don’t really think Capsicle and Barton Jr. like each other all that much.”

When you spared a glance back at Steve, you noticed he was still standing where he had been, not an inch closer to you than before. It was just the whirlpool of his intoxicating stare, it seemed.

“Anyways,” Tony continued, looking back and forth between everyone in the room. “Who’s up for a party tonight?”

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You tugged at the tight material stuck on your body like cling-wrap as you huffed out a sigh. When Natasha said you could borrow one of her dresses for the party, you hadn’t expected her to shove you into something so unforgiving. You pulled at the hem as you attempted to cross a leg over the other without flashing anyone in the room or spilling your virgin cocktail all over yourself in the process. 

Letting out a heavy breath, you took a sip and let your eyes roam across the waves of people talking, laughing, drinking, catching sight of a very intoxicated Sam Wilson hanging an arm around an annoyed Aunt Nat as he threw his head back in laughter with a couple other agents.. She caught your eye and her grimace quickly morphed into a smile and a wink. You smiled back at her, lifting your glass in the air above you before the crowd closed in again and swallowed them up. 

The smile on your face faltered, and you let your shoulders slump as you fell back into the soft couch (Tony really spared no expense in this place), and you went back to people-watching. 

“This seat taken?”

You lifted your eyes to find Steve pointing at the couch with a boyish grin, and you motioned for him to sit. 

“You okay?” he asked, words dipped slightly in concern, but you only shrugged, then nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. A bit bored, but...”

“Bored?” Steve asked teasingly. “How on earth can you be bored at a Tony Stark party?”

You caught the sarcasm in his tone and gave him a look that had him smiling and tilting his head. He took in a deep breath and mirrored your pose, leaning back against the couch himself and letting his head fall onto the cushions. 

“Seriously, though,” he pressed. “You wouldn’t be bored if you actually talked to someone.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your glass freezing just in front of your lips as you stared at him. “Well I guess the person I want to talk to the most just likes ignoring me.”

Steve’s entire demeanor changed, the teasing smile dropping from his lips, and you wished you could take back the words you had meant as a joke. It was too late though; he was already worried, and upset, and you knew what it looked like and what it entailed. 

“Steve-”

“Sweetheart, I’m not ignoring you,” he said, voice barely heard above the music and the talking and the laughter and the glass clinking. 

“I know-”

He cut you off again, looking around the room quickly before coming in closer to you. “I’ve been trying to get Tony off my tail all night. I can’t exactly tell him I want to spend alone time with Barton’s daughter.”

You sighed. Your head fell back against the couch, and you stared deeply into Steve’s ocean blue eyes, already feeling the miniscule amount of anger you had withheld dissipate with every passing second.

“I know,” you whispered, loud enough for his superhuman hearing to pick up. “I’m sorry.”

Steve shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby.”

You tapped your nail on the glass in your hand, letting the dull vibrations of the music travel through the couch, up your spine, into your head as you sat there, content to take in the sight of Steve Rogers in a button up with the sleeves rolled up halfway, right in front of you. 

You watched as his gaze slid downwards, and his brows furrowed. He shook his head slightly, and before you could ask what was wrong, he lifted his eyes back to yours and grabbed your hand.

“C’mon.”

“Where?” you asked, even as you hastily set your glass on the coffee table and tried pulling your dress down with one hand as he led you away from the couch.

“You’ll see,” he threw over his shoulder, and you had no choice but to squeeze his hand a little bit tighter as he wove you through the crowd of people you didn’t know. 

Your senses were a blur, dim lights mixed with an occasional scream of happiness and the smell of alcohol hanging in the air, and all you could train your focus on was Steve’s broad back as he led you away from the party, through a pair of glass doors, and out onto a huge porch. 

The doors slid shut behind you, effectively muffling the music inside and leaving you with just the shuffling of a few other people outside, their chattering muted and calm, and the uneasy yet tranquil feeling of being surrounded by stars, trees and moonlight. 

“Stevie, what are we-”

“Shh,” he hissed, looking over his shoulder subtly. “Half the people at these parties Stark throws are from tabloids or news programs.”

You understood, not taking it personally when his hand dropped yours, because he motioned with his head for you to follow him down the steps. You did, following him in silence across the large expanses of green grass, broken only by the occasional stone path, until you met the line of trees circling the large lake. 

At this point, you were far enough from the compound, and certain enough that no wandering eyes could see you in the dark, that you grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him toward you. He seemed to have the same idea, because as soon as he stopped walking, he surged forward and pressed his lips against yours. 

His calloused hands found the sides of your face, and your own hands scrambled to find purchase on his waist, his chest, his shoulders, anywhere you could reach as his warm lips melted against yours for the first time in weeks. 

You felt your heart pick up it’s pace, and you felt like it was about to burst out from behind your ribs with the need and longing it had been carrying for what seemed like forever. You heard it in your ears, felt it in your throat, pulsing in your fingertips, and by the smirk Steve molded against your hungry lips, you knew the bastard could hear it too.

His hands left your face, dropping to circle your waist and pull you in closer, and your arms found themselves wrapping around his neck. You pulled back only when your lungs burned, and Steve gave you only a couple seconds to get your breathing in order before going in to kiss you again. 

He sighed into your lips, his breath warm and minty, and the little whimper you let out was completely involuntary, but valid all the same. 

Steve gave your bottom lip a soft bite with his teeth, before pulling away with a slight groan. His thumbs stroked your sides as he looked down at you, and you swore you had never seen someone as devastating and gorgeous as him, right here, right now, with his cheeks rosy and lips red, blue eyes just a shade darker than what they normally were.

“Missed doin’ that,” he muttered into the quiet air, and you smiled. 

“Eh, not bad,” you said with a shrug, and he raised his brows. 

Your smile only grew, and you dropped your head to leave a soft kiss to the base of his throat before whispering up at him, “I’m only kidding.”

Steve shook his head in defeated amusement, then looked out through the trees in front of the two of you. “C’mon. I wanna show you something.”

You let him lead you by the hand through the wooded area, under the thicket of branches and leaves, rustling slightly in the wind, until you reached the edge of the lake. 

Steve chuckled at the surprise on your face that was hard to hide when you were met with a sight you had only ever dreamed of: underneath on of the largest trees lining the edge of the lake was a soft blanket, covered with heaps of pillows and a couple books. The lake in front of you was blue and vast, and stretched out further than you could see, glittering calmly in the moonlight. 

“Steve...?”

He didn’t reply, only pulled you along further until you reached the rich, white blanket draped across the grass. 

“What... who-”

Steve hummed as he waited for you to gather your thoughts. In the meantime, he crouched down in front of you and started taking your heels off for you. You held onto his shoulder for support while your eyes flittered from him, to the pillows, to the lake, then back to him. The only sounds in the air were the chirps of crickets and the muffled, quiet party music from the compound.

“Stevie, this is...,” you breathed as you took his hand, and he helped you lower yourself on the plushy blanket. “This is beautiful.”

Steve, bless his heart, had the audacity to shrug and shake his head. “It’s really just...”

He sighed as he trailed off, making himself comfortable next to you. He leaned back on his hands as he stared out at the lake. “I come here when I feel overwhelmed. To read, or draw. Or just... sit and think when it all becomes too much up there.”

No matter how much of a casual tone he pushed with the words, however, you sensed the heaviness weighing them down, the sad tint to the edges of his voice that had you frowning.

You were afraid to speak for a moment, not willing to ruin the serenity of the night, but you shifted your body when he let out a soft sigh. 

“Does it become too much... too often?” you whispered, and he let his chin drop to his chest, before lifting his eyes to yours.

“It does.”

Those two words meant more than what it sounded like. You studied him closely, perfectly sculpted face seeming to glow in the pale moonlight, as you chewed your bottom lip. 

“Stevie,” you murmured, casting out a line for him to grab onto before he got lost in his own mind. “You’re a good man.”

At that, he lifted his head completely, turning to you. “Am I?”

You frowned harder, brows meeting each other at his doubtfulness. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

He had nothing to say to that, but the way he turned his head away from you made it obvious that he disagreed.

You sighed heavily, before getting up onto your knees next to him. The sounds of you moving were enough for him to look back at you, and when he did, you threw your leg across his lap, effectively straddling him. He shifted underneath you, bringing his hands up to squeeze your hips as your own palms cupped his face.

“I know...,” you started, not sure how to begin, but willing to try. “I know it’s hard for you, feeling like you always have to do the right thing. Like you can’t fail anyone. Like you’re not allowed to fail. And it’s not fair to you, Steve. It really isn’t. It’s not fair that the world puts its weight on your shoulders and expects you to carry it, as if it’s not a burden.”

Something in Steve’s gaze softened, and his fingers dug deeper into the partially exposed skin of your hips. You kept talking.

“It’s not fair that they expect you never to break. You’re still only a man. You’re allowed to be hurt, and feel broken, and be lost sometimes. You just need someone there to help you put the pieces of yourself back together again.”

Steve’s eyes had gone glassy as he stared up at you, and your fingers caressed his cheeks, his jaw, his hairline. 

“It’s okay for you to feel lonely sometimes, too. Everyone does. Just because you’re Captain America, doesn’t mean you’re a robot. It doesn’t mean you don’t have a breaking point. You’re Steve Rogers, first and foremost, and I need you to remember that any time someone asks too much of you.”

His chest rose with deep, shaky breaths, and you kept your fingers tangled in his soft hair as you waited. You would wait a century, if it meant your words meant something in the end. 

Steve felt like his chest was going to explode. Like the very universe was pressing in on his soul, urging him to say something, anything. Say what he really wanted to. He had to say it or else he would die, right there on the spot, with the most beautiful girl on the planet sitting patiently on his lap.

“I think I love you,” he whispered.

You were stunned. 

Your body shut down. Were your organs failing? Yeah, your organs were probably failing. But it was fine, because the words that fell from Steve’s pretty lips were enough to keep you alive for the next few decades, at least.

His hands froze on your hips as he watched your breathing grow shallower, and you just stared and stared and stared at him. He was beginning to think he had made a horrible, grave mistake, until an unbelievable smile grew on your lips.

“I think I love you too,” you whispered back.

Steve felt like the air disappeared from his lungs.

But it was fine, because you were breathing life into him anyways.

He couldn’t help the warm, soft feeling deep in his gut as he smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your dress had ridden up over your butt, allowing Steve’s hands to roam freely wherever they desired, fingers trailing underneath the edges of your panties. Your breath quickened against his mouth, and a low groan left his throat when you grinded your hips against him. 

“Steve-” you gasped against his lips, attempting to pull away but failing when one of his hands grasped the back of your neck. 

Steve felt himself grow even harder at the sound of his name so pretty on your tongue, and he hummed lowly in response, moving his lips downwards, across your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your burning skin. You threw your head back, almost forgetting what you wanted to say, when a particularly loud bang sounded from the compound as a new song started, bringing you back to the present.

“Are we doing this right here?” you panted, unable to stop your hips from pressing against him of their own accord. “Right now?”

Steve looked up at you, trailing his hands up to encase your upper back. A whisper of a smile was painted on his flushed lips, and his heavy lidded eyes drank you in.

“I don’t think I’ll make it to the rooms,” he replied, voice deep and hoarse, a stark contrast to the soft tranquility of the night. It sent chills down your spine, and a warm pool of desire lit its fire deep in your stomach. 

“Fine, then,” you concluded, and pushed your hands against his chest. He went down, flat against the blanket, and looked up at you with a shocked blink. 

“We’re doing this here.”

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The smell of coffee tugged you toward the kitchen, growing stronger with each step you took. 

You had woken up in your own bed, dressed in your pajamas with your makeup from the previous night taken off. You hadn’t remembered much; only that Steve had waited for most of the guests to leave before taking you upstairs in the middle of the night, carrying you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing on earth. You supposed, to him, you might have been. 

He had helped you undress, pulling your pajamas on for you, and laying you down in bed before gently wiping your makeup off. You were so worn out, you had barely managed to thank him before you were out like a light. 

Now, however, you felt like a brand new person. The only thing missing was a big cup of steaming hot coffee to help you start your day. 

“Good morning, honey,” you heard as soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen, and you found Natasha sitting at the large island with a tablet and her own coffee set in front of her. 

“Mornin’, Auntie Nat,” you mumbled, ambling over to her and placing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

You nodded in response, turning towards the counter and grabbing the coffee pot. You stood on your tippy toes to reach a mug from the overhead cabinet, grunting lightly once your fingers finally latched onto it.

“That’s good,” Nat muttered into her cup. You felt her watchful eyes on you, and poured your mug full to the brim before turning back around. 

“Laura mentioned something about you not being able to sleep well in different places,” Natasha continued, her eyes dropping down to her tablet on the table. “So I was just wondering if the bed was okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, sitting down on the island stool beside her. “It was great, actually.”

“Not too soft? Not too hard?” Natasha questioned, even as her eyes stayed glued to some sort of file in front of her. “Wasn’t too cold, was it?”

Your own eyes narrowed slightly as you hesitated. Did she know? No. It was impossible. 

Wasn’t it?

“No,” you said suspiciously after taking a sip. “It was fine.”

Natasha hummed and nodded, barely paying you any mind as she lifted her mug to her lips. She took a sip, put it down, then continued scrolling. It all seemed too casual. 

Finally, her blue eyes looked at you from the side, and you could tell by the subtle smirk on her lips that you were royally fucked.

“Super soldiers do tend to run hot.”

If your mug wasn’t already on the island, it would’ve slipped from your fingers and came crashing down. Much like your world right now, collapsing in around you as you felt your heart stutter. You stared at Natasha, and she continued to ignore you, turning her eyes away from you again.

“You-”

“Hm?”

“You don’t- you can’t-”

“What?”

She sounded bored, and completely uninterested. It only made you spiral further, feeling threatened, like a wild animal backed into a corner.

You finally settled on, “How?”

Natasha sighed, and finally, finally, turned to look at you completely. Her lips held a smile; one you couldn’t tell if it meant good news or bad news.

“Y/N, sweetie,” she said through a sigh, “I’m a spy. I’ve been a spy my entire life. If you thought this was something I wouldn’t notice, you’re seriously underestimating my abilities. To be honest, I’m kind of offended.”

Your mouth was left hanging open, and her smirk only grew. 

“But you... why did you...”

“Why did I what? Bring you out here?”

You nodded, and she sighed again, this time getting up from her seat to walk over to the sink. She set her empty mug in it, then turned back around to face you. All the while, you sat and watched her in dumbfounded silence.

“Look. I knew the entire time. I knew it the morning we left the farm. I knew it when I figured out Rogers had been rummaging through my phone. I knew it when he, all of a sudden, had someone to talk to every single day, which he hadn’t had before.”

“So... why did you convince mom and dad to let me come?”

Natasha pursed her lips to the side and crossed her arms. She squinted her eyes as she took you in. “Because I trust him.”

Your brows furrowed, and you gave her a slight shake of your head. You weren’t following.

“I trust Steve,” she reiterated, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

You felt like one wrong word from you could send this conversation and situation in a whole different direction, so you stayed silent.

“I was angry at first, of course,” she continued. “I love you. I’ve known you since you were just a toddler. You’re my family, Y/N. And Steve is... well, he’s not exactly your age.”

You felt a pang in your heart at the heavy reality of her words, and you opened your mouth, willing to fight for your side of the story, but she cut you off.

“However,” she said with raised brows. “I thought about it. A lot, actually. And I figured, if I was to leave you in the hands of anyone, it would be Steve. Because Steve’s a good man, with a heart of gold, and I know he’d do anything in his power to protect the people he loves. So I called you over just to confirm it for myself, and to see if it was really worth giving a shot.”

You nodded at her words as you stared at the coffee swirling in your mug, agreeing with them as you felt your heart rate slow down once you figured out Natasha probably wasn’t going to give you the scolding of a lifetime. But someone else might, you realized.

Panic flared in your bones as you looked at her. “Are you gonna tell mom and dad?”

Natasha cocked her head as she studied you. It lasted a beat too long, and your pulse picked up again, dread beginning to settle in your veins.

Until she said: “No.”

“What?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, yet she only shrugged.

“I won’t tell them,” she said, and began to walk out of the kitchen, passing by you in a blur of red hair and black cotton. “If you promise to tell them yourself.”

“Nat, no-”

“Yes. Trust me, they’d much rather hear it coming from you than me. And I know them well. They might be mad for a while, but they’ll come around.”

Natasha left you sitting at the island alone, the coffee in your mug now room temperature as you chewed your bottom lip until it bled. 

You were most likely, grandly, royally, fucked.

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Finding Steve was easier than expected, especially since the briefing room he was in had glass doors, allowing for the perfect view inside. 

You burst in, smudging the glass with your hands, frantic eyes searching the room for his bond head of hair until you spotted him at the head of the table, Tony to his right, Sam to his left, and Wanda, Vision and a guy you only knew as War Machine occupying the rest of the chairs. 

All eyes turned to you as you gasped out Steve’s name.

“Um, kid, we’re kinda in the middle of something-”

“Y/N?” Steve interrupted Tony, making him roll his eyes. 

“Can you- could you-”

You couldn’t formulate the words, couldn’t get them out of your head and into the open so you pleaded with your eyes, begging for him to just understand.

“Do you mind-”

“Steve-”

Steve shot up out of his chair, sending it rolling with a bang into the wall behind him, and it took him three long strides until he was right in front of you, ignoring the protests coming from the rest of the team.

“Are you okay?” he asked, soft enough that only you could hear. 

His hands twitched to hold your face, his arms burned to pull you into his chest, his lips ached to cover your face with kisses. But he couldn’t do any of that, not in front of them.

“Steve, I need to talk to you, right now,” you said urgently, tugging on his arm like a child asking for ice cream, and he frowned with concern.

“Rogers, you better not leave this room-”

“C’mere,” he muttered, ignoring everyone else as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you out of the briefing room. The glass door swung shut behind you, and he pulled you slightly to the side.

He couldn’t help it; he reached a hand up to cup your face, and you leaned your cheek into its warmth, letting it spill inside you and calm your erratic nerves ever so slightly. Your own hand came up to his, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you looked up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he pleaded, keeping his voice low. 

“Aunt Nat knows,” you whispered, on the verge of tears. The confusion was evident on his face, blue eyes staring at you in curiosity. 

“She what?”

“She knows, Stevie, she knows,” you pressed. “About us.”

You watched, in real time, as Steve’s face contorted into realization. “Baby-”

“She wants me to tell my parents,” you told him. “She said I have to do it or else she will.”

Steve shook his head, trying to calm you down, but you were on the brink of hysterics, he realized, and he took a step closer to you before engulfing you in a bear hug that had your face buried in his large chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat gave you something real, something alive to focus on as you tried calming your own. 

“It’s gonna be fine,” he muttered into the crown of your head. Your arms snaked around his waist, fingers gripping his sweater like your life depended on it. 

“You don’t know that,” you said, the words muffled against his chest, and he huffed a sigh that had your head moving along with it. 

“Yes, I do.”

Steve sounded so sure, so certain in his words, that you had no choice but to relax against him. You rationalized it; he never had any reason to lie to you before, so why would he do it now? You trusted him, always. 

Steve, on the other hand, felt your body relax against his, and after a few quiet moments, he heard your heartbeat go back to a normal pace. He ignored the stares through the glass doors as he pulled you away from him and bent his neck slightly so he was at your eye level.

“Trust me,” he said. “It’ll be okay. We’ll work it out.”

And he said the words with such certainty, that it had you nodding, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeated, and he placed a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“I have to get back to this meeting,” he said reluctantly, but you shook your head and stepped away from him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you realized you had just had a minor breakdown in front of Earth’s mightiest heroes. 

“You do what you have to do, it’s okay,” you insisted, patting his chest a couple times before sidestepping him. 

“I’ll find you in 20 minutes,” he called after you, and you blew him a kiss once you were out of sight of the others. 

Steve stood there, watching you leave until the last traces of you disappeared behind the corner, and then he finally walked back into the meeting room. 

It was dead silent.

Borderline awkward.

You could hear a pin drop as their eyes followed him making his way back to his seat. He pulled the chair up to the table calmly before sitting down and clearing his throat. 

His eyes flickered to Tony, who was staring at him with an incredulous expression, then to Sam, who was wearing some variety of the same on his face.

“What?” he finally forced himself to ask, and Wanda just blinked, her brows shooting up. 

“I didn’t know you had game like that, Rogers,” Sam finally said, and it was the teasing infliction of his voice that broke the tension in the room.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t even think your little friend worked anymore,” Tony said, and Wanda choked on a cough. Steve glared at him. 

“What?” Tony asked with his shoulders raised. “It’s been a long few decades, I’m just saying.”

“God, Tony-”

“So is this like a caregiver-slash-senior citizen fetish or something-”

“Sam-”

“I’m kidding, old man.”

Steve let out a heavy breath as he leaned back into his chair. Tony and Sam kept flinging jokes back and forth over the table, with Wanda laughing and Vision pitching in with his own confusing way of asking questions, but none of it mattered.

None of it mattered, because none of them knew.

He would sit there and take all the teasing the world had to offer if it meant he’d still get to hold you in his arms at the end of the day. 

In all the rowdy chaos of jokes and laughter flying over Steve’s head, nobody noticed the faint smile on his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks.

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STOP FLIRTING WITH MY KID

kate bishop x barton! gn reader ; fluff

summary — when clint takes kate to meet his family, she takes a liking to a certain older barton, and he isn't too happy about it

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

you smiled, watching as nate ran outside, lila and cooper following behind him. you looked over to your mom, who gave you a fond smile, before you turned your attention back to your dad who greeted you with a hug.

your eyes caught on to a dark-haired girl and her dog. her smiled faded when she saw you, and your heart skipped a beat. she wasn't giving you a disgusted look, it was a look of admiration, almost as if she was starstruck,, but besides your last name being barton, you really didn't have anything too special about you, so there was only one reason why she'd look at you like that — or, only one reason you could think of.

"hi, i'm kate." she shifted the dog leash she was holding to her left hand, holding her right hand out to shake yours. her lips curved into a smile when you shook her hand — although, you may or may not have lingered the release of her hand for a little too long.

"brought home a couple strays." your father announced after hugging your mom, formally introducing kate to the rest of your family whilst the two of you held eye contact.

while kate's attention turned to your younger siblings, you looked back to your mother, who was raising her eyebrow at you and smirking, while your dad was completely oblivious to it all.

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kate smiled, pulling her cup of hot chocolate closer to her lips so she could take a sip as she watched nate freak out over some nerf gun.

she reached down to grab her phone, her hand brushing yours. she looked at you, immediately being met with you looking right back at her.

"uhm— you're really pretty." kate was overly confident, she knew that, but god, she felt so damn nervous right now.

you held eye contact with her, neither of you moving your hand,, until your dad cleared his throat, rather loudly.

"kate, wanna help me with something?" he gestured his head to the door, making kate look away from you and instead at your dad, who didn't look very pleased.

she stood up, taking her hand off yours before walking to the front door with your dad, who you definitely heard tell her "stop flirting with my kid."

the sound of a cup hitting a table made you turn around, noticing your mom sitting at the table raising her eyebrow, a smirk stained on her lips.

you groaned and rolled your eyes, you were definitely gonna get that look for the next few days.

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What do you think Clint’s letter was like in “last wish” and his reaction to her death

Oooooo I actually thought a lot about this while building the story, sooooo..........

here's a little drabble in bullet format :)

Clint's Letter

words: 850

If you haven't read Last Wish, you should probably read it first :)

Clint tried to call you immediately after getting off the phone with Wanda.

When you didn't answer, worry gnawed at his stomach.

He immediately grabbed his keys.

He’s almost there when Bruce calls and tells him to come to the compound.

When he got there, Clint saw Nat sitting in the common area with her head in her hands.

He was actually happy to see her for like 0.0001 second before he realized she was crying...

crying like she did when Wanda was dusted

His heart falls to his stomach. He’s too scared to ask.

Bruce enters with a very broken Wanda lingering in the doorway.

“Where is Y/n?”

No one speaks. The two women only cry harder at the sound of your name.

“Where is my sister?!?!”

Bruce is the one to answer him, "she brought Nat back.”

"How?"

The green gentle giant looks up regretfully, "she traded herself."

Clint turns to the widow.

All she can say between sobs is “I’m sorry.” She repeats it over and over again. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head in disbelief, “no.”

He didn't want to believe it. You wouldn't leave him. You wouldn't leave your family.

Would you?

But here Nat is, and Clint knows the constant, excruciating pain you have felt since you came back with the soul stone.

Pain tears through his body as the reality of the situation sinks in.

You're gone.

His baby sister, his teammate, his partner at game night, his best friend, all gone.

As quick as it came, the pain melted in unfiltered rage. He turns to Wanda standing in the doorway,

and the screaming begins...

"YOU DID THIS!"

"You resented her from the moment you came back!"

"What did you say to her?!"

"SHE LOVED YOU, and you hated her!"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER?"

"She did this for you! YOU MADE HER DO THIS!!!"

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?!?!"

Bruce has to grab him before he does something he can't take back.

"If I ever see you again-"

Bruce drags him out of the room to cool off.

Once they're alone in the conference room, Clint collapses onto the floor. Lying on his back, he stairs up at the ceiling.

Grief overcomes him, and he sobs, crying your name every so often.

Eventually, he works up the courage to go home with your unopened letter shoved in his pocket.

He refuses to read it.

Reading it means accepting them as your final words, and he's not ready to do that.

He wants to destroy the letter, but you wrote it for him. It's the last thing you'll ever write for him.

So, he tosses it in a drawer in his bedroom and leaves it there.

... until the day Nat shows up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay.

She tells him about the fight, about the memory Wanda shared, about the guilt and pain on your face when Wanda blamed you for Natasha's death.

How nothing is worse than the moment Wanda said she'd trade you for Nat.

She tells him about your letter to her. How she's trying to honor your wishes by forgiving the witch, but she's not sure she can.

Clint's anger returns, but more so, does the pain.

The regret of knowing you were hurting so much, and there was nothing he could have done to stop it.

That night, he finally opens your letter.

There are so many "I'm sorry"s.

Sorry for leaving him. Sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for not telling him your plans. Sorry for not saying a proper goodbye.

There are equally as many "thank you"s.

Thank you for being my big brother. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for always being there when you needed him.

Then you make a request.

You ask him not to blame Wanda. You love her deeply, and you made this decision, not her.

You ask him to look after your girls. You don't want them to be alone. You want them to be happy together. You plead for him to help them get through this.

You end with an "I love you" and "until we meet again"

Clint cries that night..... and for several nights after that.

but he makes a promise to do as you ask.

He starts with Natasha, building her back up while she stays with him. He can't fill the hole that's missing, but he can help her learn to live with it.

Several times he tries convincing her to reach out to Wanda, but every time, she says that she is not ready yet. He respects that.

Eventually, he works up the courage to check on Wanda himself.

It's not easy, but she has to check that she's ok. He promised.

When he learns of her desperate plans, he runs home to get Nat. She's the only one that can pull Wanda out of this.

He's the one to finally convince her to go back to the house.

He's the one to bring them back together.

Now, for the really hard part:

the healing,

and he'll help them through that too.

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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Natasha: I'm gonna kick your ass.

Y/N: I'd love to see you try.

Natasha: Saturday. Noon. The usual place.

Y/N: You're on. Loser pays for dinner and the movie.

Clint: CAN YOU JUST ASK EACH OTHER OUT NORMALLY??

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[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #sam wilson #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #bruce banner #wanda maximoff

[cobaltperun]

Happy black widow

Nat: *eating her sandwich that "mysteriously" appeared on her table*

-other side of the room-

Clint: Really? Another sandwich?

Y/N: *looking away and whispering* Well-fed black widow is a happy black widow and I have intentions with the Black Widow...

Clint: Yeah? And what are those intentions?

Y/N: *still whispering* She looks so happy and cute when she eats them.

Clint: Adorable.

Yelena: Just ask her out already!

Clint: *patting Yelena on the back* They'll get there. Eventually.

*Later*

Y/N: *drinking favorite beverage* Whoever brought this is my second favorite person.

Yelena: The first is Natasha?

Y/N: Yup.

-other side of the room-

Nat: *smiling proudly*

Clint: Maybe it would be more effective if you weren't sneaky about it?

Nat: We'll get there.

Somehow has a part 2 now.

#mcu #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow x reader #clint barton #yelena belova #the avengers

[angelltheninth]

Can I request MCU characters if you walked in on them msterbting?

Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers, King Valkyrie, Tony Stark, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, teasing, blushing, getting caught, being flustered, mutual masturbation, humping

A/N: Wanna try this format for the MCU writing, tell me if you like it.

KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor

Oh please feel free to take a seat and watch the show. There's no embarrassment in this at all, they missed you so much, they were so excited to get home to you from a mission and then you weren't even waiting for them. They couldn't wait either so they helped themselves with their hands, imagination and toys. Your favorite toys too.

STOPS DUE TO EMBARESSMENT - Sam, Shang-Chi, Peter

Your bed is already stained with his cum when he sees you at the door, watching him pumping his cock in his fist. Did you hear him moan your name just now? Oh shit. He... doesn't do this often, he normally has you but tonight he couldn't help himself, he needed release and needed it fast. Wait... you... oh. Your mouth? Yes, please.

WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate

There's nothing hotter then watching you get off while you watch them get off to you. They want your legs spread, your pussy and clit on full display, your nipples hard for them while they encourage you with their words and their own pleasure. Is that all you've got? No, they know you can do better, they've seen it, they've made you do better. Try to keep up yeah?

NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU - Bucky, Loki, Tony

Might have taken things into his own hands at first and was humping your pillow like a feral animal in heat but now that you're here he has something much better to sink his cock into. What's wrong? Don't try telling him you don't want it now, you can't keep your eyes off his dick. As you can tell he needs you bad, are you really gonna deny him this now when you're so wet too? He didn't think so either.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #sam wilson x reader #clint barton x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #carol danvers x reader #king valkyrie x reader #tony stark x reader #shang chi x reader #kate bishop x reader #peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #marvel smut #mcu smut #x female reader

[waltermis]

I'm still not over her death

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers #marvel #mcu #avengers: endgame #avengers : endgame #avengers endgame #jeremy renner #clint barton #don cheadle #james rhodes

[togrowoldinv]

*Y/n finding out everyone knows she’s pregnant*

Y/n: I only told Natasha because she’s my wife!

Natasha: I only told Yelena because she’s my sister.

Yelena: I told Kate because she’s my best friend.

Kate: I just told Clint because he’s like a father to me.

Clint: I told many, many people.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel incorrect quotes #source: mamma mia #yelena belova #kate bishop #clint barton

[sycamorelibrary754]

Happy Easter

Summary: You are three weeks from your due date, but the thought of you and Natasha missing Easter at the Barton’s farmhouse in Iowa was simply inconceivable. What will you do if your little bundle of joy makes an early, unexpected entrance?

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy belated Easter! I wanted to post this fic on Easter, but there wasn't enough time. This is part 3 of Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas! I recommend reading those stories first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. This was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it! 

"Does anyone know where the purple egg dye is?" you inquired, scanning the table as you addressed the Barton kids. "I could have sworn we had two cups of every color." Cooper and Lila were fully engrossed in the Easter egg decorating contest, meticulously crafting their designs, while Nate seemed to relish in using every color available on the table. "Oh, it's on the counter.”

You were just about to rise from the kitchen table, no easy feat at this stage of your pregnancy. It felt like yesterday when you surprised Natasha with your pregnancy at Thanksgiving in front of her family and announced to the team that they would all be aunts and uncles at Tony’s annual Christmas party. Your due date was three weeks away, but missing Easter with Clint’s family in Iowa was out of the question.

“Don’t get up, Y/N. I got it!” Nat said as she jumped up to grab the paper cup of purple egg dye behind you.

"Thanks, sweetheart," you said as Nat placed the cup on the table.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked as she gently caressed your cheek. "Maybe you should take a break?”

“Nat, I promise I’m okay. Come sit back down and color some Easter eggs with us,” you replied, trying to put your wife at ease. 

Natasha was looking forward to Easter, too, but she was more focused on you and the final weeks of your pregnancy. Dr. Cho had given you the green light to go, with the condition that you'd have daily check-ins by phone and go on bed rest as soon as you returned home.

"Auntie Nat, look at this!" Nate proudly showed off an egg with Natasha's symbol on it.

"Look, Auntie Nat," you echoed with a smile.

"This is amazing! Maybe I should have you design my next suit instead of Stark," she said.

"Shall we start the judging?" Clint asked as he entered the room with Laura.

"Yep, all set," Cooper confirmed.

"Just a sec," Lila said, focused on decorating her egg. "There, done."

"Where are Yelena and Kate?" Laura asked.

"We're coming!" came a shout from the living room.

"It's not a Fabergé egg, you two, come on!" Nat yelled.

"Tada!" Kate exclaimed, revealing a beautiful purple egg with green and orange stripes.

You whispered to your wife, "So that's where all the purple dye went.”

You placed your egg on the table with all the others. Pink and blue with red polka dots. Symbolic of your current anticipation over the impending arrival of your bundle of joy. You and Nat both agreed you wanted to be surprised.

“Hmmm, this is going to be a tough decision,” Clint said, stroking his chin. “As you all know, you will be judged on creativity, technique, and presentation.”

Walking back and forth in front of the kitchen table, you couldn’t help but giggle at his mock seriousness. 

“Allow me to confer with my fellow judge,” he said. After a few moments of hushed whispers with Laura, Clint returned to the group. “We thank you all for your participation. You all decorated beautiful Easter eggs. The competition was tough this year, but one egg stands head and shoulders above the rest,” pausing for dramatic effect. “The 2024 Barton Easter Egg Decorating Champion is Nathaniel Barton!” 

You shouldn't have spent so much time on the sketches!” Yelena said, slapping Kate on the arm. 

“Yes!!” Nathaniel cheered. 

“You are hereby awarded this Lindt Milk Chocolate Gold Bunny,” his father said, handing him the gold-wrapped chocolate as big as his head.

“That you will share with the rest of the family and not eat in one sitting,” Laura added.

“Aww!” Nathaniel whined. 

*^~^*

You spent the evening on the porch, surrounded by the laughter of the kids playing on the lush green lawn as the sun set over the farm. Laura served her delicious homemade Lemonade as you shared stories and reminisced about old times. The air was filled with nostalgia so vivid that you could almost reach out and touch it. Natasha sat next to you, holding your hand gently, her calloused touch a reminder of the strength and resilience she had acquired through years of training.

You were taken by surprise as you felt the baby begin to kick.

"Wow!" You exclaimed as you gently placed your hand on your belly.

All eyes turned to you. Though unspoken, everyone shared the same nervous anticipation as your wife for the approaching due date.

"Are you alright, malyshka?" Nat asked, her eyes filled with concern as she squeezed your hand.

"I'm okay. The baby is kicking. Here, feel." You said as you took her hand and gently guided it to your stomach, trying to find the right spot. 

“Oh,” Nat squeaked. “I’ll never get used to that feeling.”

“Think how I feel!” you teased.

“Move aside, sestra; I want to feel my little plemyannitsa or plemyannik.” (Niece or nephew).

Yelena playfully bumped her sister out of the way with her hip and eagerly reached to touch your stomach.

"Wow, that's amazing!" she cried out. "Hey there, little one. I'm Aunt Yelena, and I will spoil you rotten!"

"Have you two settled on a name yet?" Kate inquired.

"No," you sighed. "We just can't seem to agree. Since we both want to be surprised, it's been twice as hard to come up with two names."

"Don't worry, you'll know when you see the little bundle of joy," Laura reassured.

"This wouldn't be an issue if either of you were open to any of the names I've suggested," Yelena added with a grin.

“Yelena is not an option,” Natasha frustratedly replied.

“What about—“ 

“Neither is Alaska! That isn’t even a name!” Your wife is exasperated.

“It could be!” Yelena said. “What about—“

“Or Wolfgang!” Nat interrupted.

“You lack all originality, sestra,” Yelena berated.

^*~*^

The soft glow of the table lamp reflected off your glasses as you delved into the pages of your latest beloved read. You placed your bookmark between the pages at the sound of your wife closing the bathroom door and crawling into bed beside you.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Helen today?" Nat asked as she helped me fluff up my pregnancy pillow.

"Yeah, I did. She was glad to hear that the swelling in my ankles went down and suggested taking a warm bath to help with the discomfort," you replied, shifting to get comfortable against the pillow.

"Mmm, a warm bath does sound amazing," Natasha hummed as she settled down on her side, facing me.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d be joining me?” You said softly, with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course I would, detka,” leaning over and kissing your baby bump. 

You gently squeezed Nat's hand, feeling a wave of anticipation as your due date drew near. Thoughts of what your baby would look like and who they would become filled your mind. Would they inherit Nat's fiery red hair, or perhaps have your Y/E/C eyes? The anticipation was almost overwhelming, but knowing that Natasha was by your side made it all feel possible.

"Are you looking forward to the Easter egg hunt tomorrow?" You asked, pulling yourself out of your daydream.

Nat giggled, "You make it sound like I'm the one participating."

"Well, you might as well be. I can never tell who's more excited, you or the kids," you replied.

Natasha glanced down at our intertwined hands and then back up at you. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

"I think it's because holidays in my childhood weren’t real. We filled the photo album with fake pictures and empty boxes. But this," looking around at the small details of Clint and Laura’s farmhouse, "Is real, and I’ve always done my best to help ensure that Cooper, Lila, and Nate have everything I didn’t. A carefree childhood filled with love," Natasha explained.

"You’ve done a wonderful job with Clint’s kids, Nat. They love you so much, and I know you’ll be just as amazing with our little one," you said, doing your best to reassure her. “Goodnight, Natasha,” kissing her lips. 

“I hope you're right, detka,” Nat said, kissing your lips in return and laying a hand on your stomach. “Goodnight, malen'kiy (little one).

*^~^*

The following day, you awoke to the sun shining through the window and a soft breeze that caused the curtains to dance gently on the wind. Your back was aching, and you were tired, but you were determined to make it through today. You slipped into the most comfortable maternity outfit you had. Natasha helped you with your shoes, and you both went downstairs to the kitchen. 

“Happy Easter, you two!” Clint said upon seeing you two enter the kitchen. 

You sat down at the kitchen table as Laura placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of you and Nat, along with two glasses of orange juice. The kids were already eating and arguing over who would find the most Easter eggs this afternoon. 

Yelena and Kate walked in a few moments later, clad in bathrobes and their hair disheveled. 

“Against the idea of showering and dressing before breakfast, were you?” Natasha asked.

“Kate Bishop kept me up all night with her snoring, and Lucky and Fanny woke me up by sitting on my face,” Yelena mumbled as she flopped beside you. 

“Hey, that’s how dogs shows affection,” Kate interjected.

“So, I should consider your snoring a Valentine?” Yelena deadpanned. 

After breakfast, the kids ran upstairs to prepare for the Easter egg hunt while Clint got a head start on hiding the eggs. Nathaniel insisted Nat accompany him to help find his Easter basket, but she hesitated to leave you.

“Go ahead, babe. I’m fine.” Motioning for her to follow her namesake. 

“So, how are you really feeling?” Laura asked, now that Nat was no longer in the room. 

You let out a deep sigh, “Tired and sore,” resting your head in your hands. “But this quality time with you all means so much to both of us. I can make it one more day before going on bed rest.”

Laura rubbed her hand softly on your back, “Why don’t you sit in the family room with Kate and Yelena until the fun starts.” 

“Okay, that’s a good idea. Make sure Yelena and Kate haven’t snuck into the Easter candy,” you laughed. 

Laura helped you to your feet and then began to clear the table. As you started to walk, you felt a minor twinging pain in your stomach. You winced but thought nothing of it. With the amount of shifting the baby was doing these days, you had every spasm and cramp in the book. Unfortunately for you, you were in a house full of spies, and Laura picked up your discomfort. She made a mental note to watch you as the day progressed.

*^~^*

"Look, there's one!" Cooper exclaimed, pointing at the leather seat of the tractor in the front yard. He dashed towards it, but Lila beat him by a step. "Ha! Slowpoke," she teased.

From your spot on the porch, you glanced over and saw my wife hoisting Nathaniel onto her shoulders to carefully grab an Easter egg from the crook of an old sycamore tree. 

After about 15 minutes, everyone's baskets were full of eggs. Now came the fun of opening them all. You watched as all three kids dug into their baskets, opening the eggs to find mini Hershey bars, M&M's, jelly beans, or starbursts.

Nathaniel walked over to you and placed an Orange Starburst in your hand. "Here, Aunt Y/N. I know the Orange ones are your favorite."

"Aww, thank you, Nate," you said, kissing his forehead.

As you were about to open the soft toffy candy, a sharp contraction cut through my stomach. “Aaah!” you reached for your stomach as you bent over at the knees. Much stronger than anything you had felt before.

Natasha rushed to your side. “Y/N?! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Reaching for your hand.

"I don’t know," you grunted.

Natasha's voice quivered with anxiety as she tried to rationalize the situation. "This—this can’t be it. We’re still three weeks out," she said, her mind racing with worry. "Maybe it’s just false labor."

That was the moment when your water broke. "Oh God—" you took a sharp breath as another contraction hit.

"Okay, not false labor," Nat conceded.

"It’s okay, Y/N," Laura reassured you calmly, gently taking your hand. "Most first births are a long labor. But we’re going to get you inside, okay?"

You felt a surge of panic. "What? No, no. I can't have the baby here. I'm not ready. We had a birth plan; I don't have my overnight bag!" you started to ramble, the anxiety rising in your voice.

"You're not boarding a Quinjet now. “I'm going to call Helen,” Clint said as he started to run inside.

"What's wrong with Aunt Y/N?” Nathaniel asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart, but the baby is coming a little bit earlier than we thought," Laura said calmly as she and your wife Nat gently guided you up the steps and into the warm and welcoming embrace of the house.

"Cooper and Lila, please grab a soft, warm blanket and clean towels from the linen closet?" Laura called out to the older children, her voice steady and reassuring.

I'l boil some water and tear up some sheets!" Kate announced frantically.

"This isn't Little House on the Prairie," Yelena quipped. She looked at you and Natasha with a warm yet nervous smile. "I’ll call Mom and Dad.”

"I thought you said this was a long process?" you managed to say between deep breaths, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes, but there's nothing wrong with being prepared, honey," Laura replied with a comforting smile, her hands steady as she and Nat helped you onto the bed.

Natasha gently grasped your hand and locked eyes with you. "Y/N, look at me," she said reassuringly. “You’re okay, and I'm right here with you. Let's take a deep breath together.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow Natahsa's lead. The air came out shakily as it moved around the sharp pain of the contraction.

"Do you remember your Lamaze breathing?" Nat asked, her voice calm and reassuring.

"I think so," you replied, trying to focus on the breathing technique you had practiced during the prenatal classes.

*^~^*

Contractions came and went over the next few hours. You were thankful that childbirth was part of the first aid classes all SHIELD recruits were required to take. Otherwise, the prospect of giving birth in a farmhouse in the middle of Iowa would have been more terrifying than it already was. 

You heard the front door open and the screen shut behind it as footsteps hurriedly approached the bedroom. When you saw Dr. Cho, you just about burst into tears. 

Helen! Oh, thank goodness," you exclaimed just as another contraction began, your face twisted in agony.

"Y/N," Helen responded, rushing to your side and gently pushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your eyes. "Clint and Laura briefed me. They said that you're handling this wonderfully. Let me take a moment to set up, and then we'll check your dilation progress.”

Okay," you managed to say, catching your breath. "Where's Bruce?"

He's in Kamar-Taj with Wong. Something about ten rings? I'm not entirely sure, but don't worry, both of you," she reassured, meeting your and Natasha’s fatigued and apprehensive gazes. "I have a backup.”

Thor strode into the room, effortlessly carrying a collection of Helen's equipment that seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

"Thor? What are you doing here?" Natasha asked, clearly puzzled.

Thor glanced at your wife, then at you, then at Laura, and then at Helen.

"Hello, everyone," he said shyly. "I was, uh, Helen and I—Dr. Cho. She invited me for Easter, and we were enjoying a nice glass of Asgardian Mead when—"

"When Clint called," Helen finished. "Anyway, he's here to help, right?"

"Of course," Thor replied. "I've never witnessed a human birth before, but I've been present for the births of many Gods and am well-versed in many newborn blessings."

You and Natasha locked eyes, your nervousness quickly replaced with gratitude as you realized the significance of having another close friend by your side during this pivotal moment in your lives.

Natasha expressed her gratitude to Thor, finally breaking the silence. "We're both thankful that you're here," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. 

You nodded in agreement, silently acknowledging the sentiment.

"It's my pleasure, ladies," Thor replied warmly.

“Thor, can you bring the rest of my equipment in from the Quinjet while I check to see how far Y/N is dilated?” Helen asked.

“Sure, and do either of you need anything? He asked.

Some ice chips would be great, you said in a tired voice. “Thank you.”

“Water,” Natasha said.

Shortly after Thor departed, Yelena entered, engaging in small talk as they crossed paths in the hallway. "What's the God of muscles doing here?" she inquired.

"It's a long story," Helen responded.

"I spoke with Melina. She and Alexi are en route and should arrive by morning. At least, I think that's what she said. It was hard to hear her over Alexi's ecstatic screams in the background."

"Okay, Y/N, you've done most of the hard work in my absence. You're just about at 10 centimeters. It’s time to start pushing. You two are going to parents soon," Helen announced with a smile.

“Oh my God,” you said, looking over at Natasha. 

“Hey,” your wife said, running her hand through your hair, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said.

*^~^*

“Push. Push, just a little more! Come on, push for five seconds. 5…4…” Helen counted down.

Gasping for air, you exclaimed, '3-2-1 oh!!' as you fought to catch your breath.

Thor gently wiped away the sweat from your forehead with a cloth.

“You're doing great, Y/N. The next contraction should be coming in about twenty seconds," Helen encouraged, glancing at the monitor. 

“I can’t,” you cried. “I can’t push anymore, I can’t.”

Natasha reassured you, "Yes, you can, Y/N. You're so close," she reached out and firmly took hold of your hand.

“Oh God, twenty seconds, my ass!” You shouted.

Natasha screamed in pain and fell to her knees beside you as you squeezed her hand. “Fuck, detka!”

"Here, Lady Y/N," Thor said, taking her hand in his, "Give my hand a good squeeze; you won't hurt me. And when you reminisce on this moment, you will remember that a God has faith in you. You can do this!" Thor's voice was solid and reassuring, his eyes filled with genuine belief in your strength.

Your eyes shone with tears as you held Thor's hand tightly, feeling the strength in his grip while Natasha enveloped you, her arm supporting your back.

I can see the baby's head. Are you ready to push one more time, honey?” Helen asked, “Here we go, on three: 1... 2... 3!”

You let out a final scream and then collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to catch your breath. As the room fell silent, the innocent cries of your and Natasha’s baby filled the air.

"It's a boy!" Helen exclaimed with joy.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Natasha, who was also crying. It was more emotion than you had ever seen Natasha show before.

Helen held up your son for both of you to admire. His little head was adorned with the beginnings of red hair. 

"He's absolutely perfect," Nat exclaimed with a radiant smile as she affectionately kissed your temple.

Thor carefully cut the umbilical cord, and then Helen gently passed the newborn over to Laura, who began to clean him up. 

Overwhelmed with emotion, you exclaimed, "He's so tiny! Where'd he go?"

Natasha reassured you, "It's okay. They're just wrapping him up," as she wiped away her tears. Concerned for the baby's well-being, you cautioned, "Okay, well, be careful with him. He's really tiny!”

Moments later, Laura tenderly announced, "Here he is," and placed your precious son on your bare chest, swathed in a soft blanket.

"Hi, baby boy," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know you."

As your voice reached his ears, his little Y/E/C irises opened, revealing a world of innocence and wonder.

At that moment, gazing at your son, you experienced a love so profound it felt as though your heart had been laid bare.

Natasha tenderly kissed his head and softly murmured, “Dobro pozhalovat' v mir, moy malen'kiy mal'chik.” (Welcome to the world, my little boy).

We’ll give you a few minutes," Helen said with a reassuring smile as she closed the door behind her. In the serene stillness that followed, the only sound was the gentle cooing of your precious newborn son.

“I can't believe he's finally here,” you said.

"I know. He’s so beautiful," Natasha said, her gaze fixed on the newborn.

"It looks like he’s going to take after his Mama," you chuckled, running your hand over the delicate red hairs sprouting from his scalp.

"Yes, but look at his eyes—sparkling Y/E/C like yours. Wow," Nat said.

You remarked, "I guess this narrows the names down, then."

Nat sighed in relief, "Thank goodness I don't have to explain to my sister why we didn't choose Yelena."

Looking into your wife's eyes, you asked, "So what do you think?"

*^~^*

A short while later, a gentle knock on the door signaled Helen's arrival as she peeked inside. "Hey, you three. I need to conduct a few routine tests, and there are some eager people outside who can't wait to meet your son."

"Please, come on in, everyone," you welcomed them.

You couldn't hold back the tears as you witnessed the heartfelt expressions on their faces as they laid eyes on your baby boy. It was as if he instantly captivated them, just as you were when you first saw him.

"Oh, my goodness," Laura exclaimed as Clint enveloped Natasha tightly. Tears glistened in his eyes as he held his best friend close.

"He's beautiful, Natasha," Yelena said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Privet, malen'kiy plemyannik," she whispered (hello, my little nephew).

"He's so cute, Y/N! Oh my gosh," Kate exclaimed as your son wrapped his tiny hand around your finger.

"He is lovely," Thor added, his voice filled with warmth. "Strong and brave, like his mothers."

Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel gathered around you, admiring the newborn in your arms.

"Everyone," Natasha began, her hand resting lovingly on your back. "We have someone special we'd like you to meet.”

“This is Nikolai Odison Romanoff," you announced with a proud smile.

"Nikolai! What a beautiful first name," Clint exclaimed, wiping his eyes. "It suits him perfectly."

"Oh, my, Odison," Thor said wide-eyed. "Ladies, this is an honor fit for someone else. I wasn't even supposed to be here, I—" 

"But you were, Thor. You were here when I needed someone the most," you said, looking at him with gratitude. "We'll never forget what you did for us."

The God of Thunder exhaled, visibly touched by your kind words. "I'm truly honored, Y/N. Thank you," he said, kissing your cheek.

Excuse me, ladies," Helen said, "May I borrow him for a moment? We'll be right back.”

Nikolai began to cry at the loss of contact with you, and the sound tugged at both your and Natasha's heartstrings. "It's okay, little one. It's okay," Helen soothed him. 

Then, looking up at your wife, you added, "There is something else we wanted to ask. 

“Clint and Laura, we would be honored if you would be Nikolai’s godparents,” Natasha said.

“Of course!” Clint declared.

“Nothing would make us happier,” Laura added.”

The couple hugged you both in appreciation as Helen returned with Nikolai. 

“You have a healthy little boy on your hands! Born March 31st, 2024 at 7:23pm. He weighs five pounds and eight ounces and measures 16.5 inches long," she said as she gently placed your son in Natasha’s arms. "He's a bit small, but that is because he was impatient and arrived a bit early," Helen explained with a warm smile. "Nothing to worry about.”

Natasha cradled the baby in her arms, swaying gently back and forth as a soft yawn slipped from his tiny lips.

“We’ll spend the night here, but I want to bring Mom and Nikolai back to the compound tomorrow. I want to perform a thorough examination in my lab before sending you all home.” Helen explained.

"Of course, whatever you think is best," you agreed.

Natasha nodded in approval before a sudden realization struck her. "Oh, Mom and Dad! They're on their way here."

"They can join us if you'd like," Helen suggested.

"That would be great," you said. "Right, Nat?"

"Yeah, great," Natasha said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine the chaos of the Quinjet flight home with Alexi and Melina.

Yelena couldn't help but burst into laughter, fully aware of what her sister was thinking, until Kate elbowed her in the ribs.

"We'll leave you all to get some rest," Helen said. "I'll be outside if you need anything, and I'll be back in a little while to help you with breastfeeding him.”

"Thank you, Helen, and all of you, for everything," you said, feeling the exhaustion and emotions of the day overwhelming you as tears began to fall.

After exchanging warm embraces, everyone exited the room, leaving you and Natasha in peaceful solitude with your precious newborn son, savoring the tender moment.

Natasha gently settled Nikolai in Nathaniel's bassinet, a family heirloom lovingly retrieved from storage by Clint and Laura. As your little one drifted into a peaceful slumber, you both couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. It was a moment you never wanted to forget.

“Rest, detka. I'll take care of Nikolai," Nat offered, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"I can stay up; it's fine. You should rest," you insisted, determined to take responsibility.

"Y/N, you've just brought new life into the world. You deserve to rest for the rest of your life," Nat chuckled, her eyes filled with affection and concern.

She settled beside you on the bed and enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

"Look at your face," Nat suddenly remarked, her expression softening with genuine admiration.

"I must look a mess," you replied, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful," Nat insisted, her words filled with sincerity. "I've never seen your face more radiant than it is right now.

Natasha's soft lips met yours in a tender kiss, and in that moment, you felt the truth of her words resonate deep within you.

*^~^*

The following day, Laura prepared a delicious breakfast and brought it to you and Natasha in bed. Both of you had barely gotten any sleep with Nikolai waking up every couple of hours. Despite feeling utterly exhausted, you didn't mind one bit. This weariness stemmed from the joy of caring for your precious newborn son on his very first night.

Twenty minutes later, the tranquil moment was interrupted by familiar voices outside. Natasha gently pulled the curtain back to glimpse her parents making their way up the front porch steps.

Yelena strode into the room with her arms folded and a mischievous smile on her lips. "Brace yourselves," she teased, "The grandparents have arrived.”

"Where's my little guy?" Alexi eagerly shouted as he entered the room.

"Shh!" Natasha hushed him with a grin, motioning to Nikolai nestled in her arms. "Oh, look at him!" Alexi whispered in awe. 

"Mom, Dad, this is Nikolai,” Nat said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"He's beautiful, Natalia," Melina murmured.

"May I hold him?" Alexi asked eagerly.

"Of course," you replied, carefully passing the baby to Alexi. The sight of the mighty Red Guardian tenderly cradling your newborn son made you smile.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your dedushka," Alexi said affectionately. "You're so adorable; yes, you are."

As he spoke, Nikolai slowly opened his eyes, and you could have sworn you saw your father-in-law's heart swell with love. 

Alexi gently placed the baby in Melina’s arms. Your mother-in-law had always been a complex and enigmatic figure. She was one of the longest-tenured widows, and her resilience made her one of the strongest women in your eyes. As she cradled your newborn son in her arms, a single tear traced its way down her cheek, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that you had never seen before.

Yelena inched toward you and whispered, “He won them over faster than you did.” 

*^~^*

The next morning, Thor joined in to assist with packing while Clint hurried to the store to purchase an infant car seat for Nikolai. You were a family of two when you arrived, and you were leaving a family of three.

After a swift diaper change, Natasha placed your precious bundle of joy in his carrier. "Time to head home, Nik," you said, taking his tiny hand in yours. 

You bid farewell to everyone and securely placed Nikolai's carrier beside you on the Quinjet.

Nat smiled as she prepared the Quinjet for takeoff. Your first Quinjet ride," she said. "You're already an overachiever, moy sladkiy mal'chik" (my sweet little boy).

Your phone suddenly vibrates with a flurry of notifications.

"The team group chat is blowing up, sweetheart," you informed Natasha, showing her your phone.

Nick Fury: Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son, Nikolai! It's heartwarming to see the Avengers family welcoming the newest member. Everyone at SHIELD looks forward to meeting him and supporting you and Natasha.

Steve Rogers: Hey, Y/N and Nat, huge congratulations! I'm so excited to meet Nikolai, the newest addition to our Avenger family. 🎖️

Wanda Maximoff: Congratulations to you both! All those cliches, those things you hear about having a baby and motherhood—all of them are true. And all of them are the most beautiful things you will ever experience. I’ll drop off some food for you both in the morning. 🥰

Clint Barton: Hey, Y/N! Make sure Nikolai is securely fastened in his infant carrier. I hope he sleeps the whole way back. If he gets fussy, let Nat know to ask FRIDAY to turn on the cabin pressure stabilization. It's a feature I insisted Stark add to the Quinjet after SHIELD found out I had kids. You're welcome. 😏

Laura Barton: I know things didn't go as planned, but I'm grateful we could share in your special day, Y/N. Nikolai is absolutely beautiful! Please let Nat know that I'll give her a call tomorrow. 😊

Tony Stark: Rushman! Y/L/N! Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son. Nikolai will bring you endless joy and fulfillment and become your favorite reason to lose sleep for the rest of your lives. 😉

Pepper Stark: Congratulations! I'm so happy for you and Nat. I can only imagine how incredible it must feel to look into Nikolai's eyes and feel like everything is right in the world. Please don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything I can do to help. Sending lots of love! ❤️

Bruce Banner: I'm truly sorry I couldn't be there; I’m thrilled for you and Natasha. I can't wait to meet Nikolai! 💚

Maria Hill: Congratulations, Y/N and Nat, on the arrival of baby Nikolai Odison! I can't wait to meet the little bundle of joy and see those tiny fingers and toes. The name Nikolai Odison Romanoff is absolutely beautiful. I spoke with Thor this morning, and the honor deeply moved him. 🥹

Thor Odinson: I am incredibly grateful to have been present for the birth of your son, Nikolai Odison Romanoff. Your decision to include me in this momentous occasion is a great honor, and I want to assure you that I will always be there to support and care for all of you. The arrival of Nikolai is a joyous event, and I am committed to being a steadfast presence in his life. ⚡

Peter Parker: Y/N! Congratulations on the arrival of Nikolai! I'm so thrilled for you and Nat. What does he look like? Does he have your hair or Natasha’s? What color are his eyes? I'm already thinking about all the adventures we'll have with him. I'm going to text Nat right now. I can't wait to meet him! 💙

Yelena Belova: Give my little nephew a kiss and hug from me. Also, heads up - Mom and Dad are considering staying with you for eight weeks to help care for Nikolai. Happy Parenting! 😂

Kate Bishop: Yelena is sitting next to me, and she can't stop laughing, so I'm going to assume that everything is going well. Please give Nikolai a kiss and hug from me! 🩵

*^~^*

You and Natasha stood together at the front of the Quinjet, the hum of the engines surrounding you as the aircraft soared safely through the sky. 

“Nikolai is sound asleep. I don't think your parents have taken their eyes off our son since they got here,” turning around to see Melina and Alexi lovingly admiring their grandson. 

Nat lovingly reached for your hand. “Our son,” she repeated with a big smile.

Nat took her place in the pilot's seat and turned off the autopilot as you settled in beside her.

"Come on, Y/N. Let’s go home.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #avengers x reader #mcu #fluff #clint barton #Laura Barton #cooper barton #lila barton #nathaniel barton #yelena boleva #kate bishop #helen cho #thor odinson #platonic #easter

[sergeantxrogers]

| one for the road |

Summary: Clint had a wife? Clint had children? Steve was just as shocked as any of them to find out about Barton’s double life, yet what was even more shocking to him was Clint’s oldest daughter, who seemed to sink her claws into Steve’s skin the minute they met and keep them there, unremoved, as he felt himself get pulled deeper and deeper into the workings of her inner mind with every smile of hers. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Barton!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Some fluff, mentions of reader being worried and sad, age gap (reader is 20, Steve is a bajillion years old), reader is Clint’s daughter

Note: part 2

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The farm was usually peaceful. Your days would be filled with the sounds of your siblings watching cartoons, or the tea kettle whistling, or your mother humming to herself as she cooked, whatever vegetables she had thrown in the pan sizzling softly. 

There were the rare occasions on which your father would finally drop by, staying for a few nights before having to fly out on a mission again. Those days were filled with laughter, your brother and sister yelling happily as your dad recounted the adventures he had been on for them, and silent tears as your mother hid away in the bathroom to weep because she knew, eventually, he would have to leave again, and every single time was harder than the last because you didn’t know if this would be it. The last time you ever saw your father alive and smiling. 

She thought you didn’t notice, but you did. You kept track of every little thing that went on with her, and with him, and even heard bits and pieces of their worried conversations late at night behind closed doors. But you didn’t want her more worried than she already was, so you kept it all in. Bottled up your own concerns and forced a huge smile to your face as you drank in the view of your family together at the dinner table. 

So, other than that, the farm was usually peaceful.

Usually.

Today, it seemed, was not one of those days. 

You heard the familiar engine of the quinjet before you saw it, and you hurried over to your bedroom window to watch it soar down and land into the trees. The giddiness in your bones picked up pace as you watched the door open, and your father stepped out, with an arm wrapped around a seemingly glum Aunt Nat. 

Your brows furrowed as you squinted your eyes against the sun, catching against the silver glint of metal behind your father. You focused your gaze, and your eyes widened as you took in a hammer and a head of blond hair. And another head of blond hair above broad shoulders as wide as the shield resting on them. 

Dad brought the Avengers home.

Your father bringing the rest of his team home could mean either one of two things: something really bad happened, or something really good happened. 

You had high doubts it was the latter.

You watched the men trail behind your dad, down the rocky path, past your barn, your eyes following them all the way until they reached your porch and disappeared under the sill of your window and you could no longer see them. 

The faint call of your father’s voice, followed by the happy screams of your brother and sister mixed with the low timbre of new, unfamiliar voices, pulled you from your window and down the stairs. 

“... off S.H.I.E.L.D’s records,” your dad had just finished explaining before he turned his head towards you.

The smile that grew on his face was almost as big as yours as you hurried toward him with open arms, slamming into his chest and pulling a huff from his lungs. 

“I missed you,” you muttered into his shoulder, and he patted your back.

“I missed you too, kid. I’m sorry I was gone so long this time.”

You pulled back, and met familiar eyes.

“Nat!” 

Natasha wrapped her arms around you before you could say another word, her hug bone-crushing, yet the pain of it was known to you and grounding. 

“I hope you haven’t been causing any trouble while I was away saving the world,” she whispered into your ear, and you smiled, rolling your eyes.

“It’s no saving the world,” you replied as you pulled away, “but I’ve been helping mom just fine.”

Someone cleared their throat to your left, and you finally turned your attention to the line of men standing in your now-too small living room, staring at you like you were a wild beast. 

“Hi,” you simply said, eyes going down the line, from one to the next, snagging on a particular tall blond with blue eyes and pink lips threatening to curl into a curious smile. “I’ve heard all about you guys.”

The shortest one - Tony, you knew, of course - blinked and stared at you. He pointed at you, then at your dad, then back at you, and gave your dad an incredulous look. 

“This - she’s - You made this?”

You bit back a smile when your dad sighed. 

“Yeah, Tony. Twenty years ago.”

Tony blinked at him, then back at you, and you smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I’m Y/N.”

Tony squinted at you, but before he could say anything, the tallest one - Thor, obviously - stepped forward. You tried not to be intimidated by his sheer size and the fact that he was a god breathing the same air as you, and instead focused on smiling up at him politely, and not gaping at his hammer you had heard so many stories about - from your dad, and others. 

“I suspect you’re the eldest Barton offspring?” his booming voice asked, and you swore you could’ve laughed at the groan your dad let out behind you. 

You almost did laugh when Thor bent down slightly to be level with you, and squinted his eyes as he stared at you while you nodded. “Yup, that’s me. Firstborn, first raised.”

You held your breath as you stared at each other, and you were about to turn and hide behind your father until Thor broke out into a cheesy grin. He flung his heavy arm around your shoulders, and you grunted under the weight of the impact. 

“Well then we have something in common, mini-Barton,” he said proudly, and you breathed out a chuckle. 

Turning your head as best as you could in Thor’s grasp, you smiled at Bruce.

“Dr. Banner,” you said kindly.

He looked stunned at your acknowledgement of him, fidgeting with his fingers deep in the holes of his sweater as he gave you a small, albeit hesitant smile.

“I’ve heard so much about your brilliant work,” you continued, all the while trying to push Thor’s heavily muscled arm from your neck. “I think you’re quite possibly the greatest scientist of our time.”

You almost missed the little noise of protest that came from Tony as you finally pulled yourself free from the god, and you huffed lightly as you fixed your hair and shirt. Your eyes met baby blue when you stepped to the side, and you held your hand out.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” was what he replied, a teasing half smile on his plump lips threatening to distract you. He took your hand and held it a second longer than he should have in his firm grip.

“I’m Steve Rogers.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you breathed and nodded, and he gave you a smile that was more sincere than the one of amusement he was wearing a moment ago.

The toaster dinged behind you, pulling you from your trance as everyone’s heads turned toward the kitchen. 

“You guys hungry?”

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This was bad. 

It was morally, ethically, completely wrong in it’s very principle core, and Steve knew that. Yet he couldn’t stop his eyes from following you as you moved about the kitchen, stacking plates on top of plates and forks on top of forks, helping Laura as the rest of them chatted. He caught the way you smiled to yourself at something your brother said, and the sad twinkle in your eye as Clint placed a kiss to your mother’s temple. 

Steve was in the middle of trying to tear his eyes away from the way your bare feet padded across the hardwood of the living room when he felt a kick to his ankle. 

He turned his head, only to find Natasha already looking at him with her eyebrows raised in question and something that seemed to be protectiveness. He answered with a defensive shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head; he definitely had no idea what that look was about. 

“Steve?”

Your melodic voice pulled his attention back to you. “Yes?”

You gave him a small smile and lifted the glass you were holding. “I asked if you preferred orange juice or apple juice.”

“Oh,” he said lamely, and blinked a couple times before shaking his head. “Whichever one you prefer is fine.”

Your smile grew as you nodded and turned towards the counter. He watched you pour two glasses of apple juice, before turning back around and stepping around Tony carefully to bring him his glass.

“Thank you,” Steve said, looking up at you from his place at the table, and he meant it. You waved him off and went to sit at your own seat. 

“By the way,” your mother’s voice chimed, “I took the liberty of setting you all up in your rooms.”

You chewed your toast as you listened to her rattle off her bedroom planning: Natasha and Bruce were staying in one room, and Tony and Steve in another.

You missed the subtle wink your mom threw Nat when Tony cut in. 

“Uh-uh, no way,” he said, adamantly shaking his head above his plate. “Not a chance I’m sharing a room with Rogers.”

“Tony-” Steve began, but Tony glared at him.

“I’d rather die. Find somewhere else to go, Rogers.”

“Well,” Steve started with his brows furrowed. “Where do you recommend I go, Tony?”

Tony shrugged, unbothered by the situation. “Their barn is pretty big.”

Your dad tensed. Nat’s chair scraped slightly against the floor, and Steve opened his mouth to reply.

Before he could, though, you interrupted.

“My room,” you blurted out. They all turned to look at you, dumbfounded, and the look on your dad’s face had you scrambling to reiterate. “You can - you can take my room, I mean.”

Steve blinked at you, his harsh gaze softening. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling small under so many pairs of eyes. “Yeah. I can sleep with Lila tonight.”

Nobody said anything, and you could see the uncertainty in Steve’s eyes as he contemplated your offer. 

“I insist,” you pushed. “It��s no big deal.”

Steve stared at you a moment longer, before nodding slowly. “Thank you.”

And he looked like he meant it.

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How did he like his coffee?

Black? With milk? Did he even like coffee? Oh God, what if he didn’t like coffee?

You took in a deep worried breath, and let it out, all the questions clouding your mind leaving with it. You’d already made it, might as well bite the bullet now. 

You carried the mug through the house, careful not to spill hot coffee all over your hand and the floor, finally relaxing your shoulders when you made it to the front porch and set the mug down on the railing. 

They weren’t hard to spot; it wasn’t like there was much going on around the farm anyways, but at least now you had some nice eye candy to look at while you moped around the house. 

Tony and Steve were chopping wood. Well, Steve was chopping wood, and Tony was talking his ear off and occasionally splitting a log or two. You bit back a smile of amusement when you saw Steve visibly sigh at something Tony had said, and then he replied.

Your brows furrowed when they stepped closer to each other, and their voices raised. So, this wasn’t exactly a friendly conversation. 

Steve picked up a particularly large log, and cut off whatever Tony was saying by ripping it in half with his bare hands. Like it was a piece of paper. Your eyes widened, and you grabbed the coffee mug again. 

You were planning on waiting them out, content to watch them chop wood in their tight t-shirts until they finished, but by the defensive stance Steve had now taken up, you decided now was a better time than any to butt in. 

Your feet clambered down the creaky wooden stairs, and you tried not to seem panicked as you hurried your way over to them across the grass. 

“Hi-”

Both of them turned abruptly to look at you, and you gave them a small, slightly breathless smile, before turning to Tony.

“Um, dad said you wouldn’t mind... but our tractor in the barn won’t start and-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take a look at it,” Tony said, waving you off before turning away. 

Before he left, he turned back to Steve and pointed at the chopped wood. “Don’t take from my pile.”

Steve watched him go with an amused smile quirking the corner of his lips, before he shook his head. 

Turning back to you, he rested his hands on his hips, and you swallowed heavily, focusing your eyes on his face and not the ripple of muscle with his every movement. Why does he buy such tight shirts?

He nodded to the mug in your hand. “What’s that?”

It seemed to pull you from your stupor, because you let out a soft “Oh!” before giving him a sheepish smile. You held out the mug towards him, and he stared at it in your hand, before his eyes flicked back to your face, and then he silently took the mug from you.

“I - I didn’t know how you took your coffee, or if you liked coffee at all, really, I just thought you could use a bit of a pick-me-up... which now that I think about it, sounds stupid, ‘cause you’re a supersoldier and you probably don’t even need pick-me-ups-”

“It’s perfect,” Steve interrupted after taking a sip, and the way he licked his lips after had you losing your train of thought. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open into a small O, and you nodded. “Cool. Great.”

Steve took a seat on the large stump of wood he had been using to chop wood on, and you perched yourself opposite him on Tony’s. He took another sip of coffee, blue eyes staring at you above the rim, and you loosed a small sigh.

“So... how’s farm life?”

You smiled, and shrugged lowly, letting your eyes fall to the ground. “It’s fine. Kind of boring sometimes, but there are other fun days that make up for it.”

He nodded as you spoke, and he then he looked up at your house. There was something there, in his eyes, in his gaze, that had you wanting to climb inside his mind and read every thought racing through it. It made you want to know what went on inside his head when he ran quiet. 

After a while, Steve spoke. “I always wanted a big house like this.”

His words were quiet, and you tilted your head. “You did?”

He nodded. “With a big porch, and a big yard for my kids to play in. On a farm, too. Chickens and tractors and horses, the whole nine yards.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the image planted inside your head. 

“So, why don’t you get one?”

His furrowed brows had you explaining. “A big house, I mean. And a porch and a yard for your kids.”

Steve was silent for what felt like a long minute, staring down at the coffee swirling in his mug, before smiling up at you sadly.

He shrugged. “I haven’t found the right person to do it with yet.”

“Oh. I see.”

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Steve felt like someone had sucker punched him in the gut, knocking all the air from his lungs, and he willed himself to just keep breathing.

You probably had no idea how beautiful you were, sitting across from him, surrounded by the woodchips and the smell of sawdust, staring back at him with concern and something else in your bright eyes.

It took a broken person to know a broken person, and from the moment Steve laid eyes on you, he knew your smile was a little too wide, your laugh a little too loud, and your answers a little too urgent to be authentic. And as weird as it may have been, Steve wanted to crack your skull open and trickle into you, seep into your pores like a gas and swirl around in your lungs as he got to know you better. More intimately. 

But he couldn’t. So, he settled for sipping the coffee you made him and making small talk with you. After all, your parents were watching.

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“This is so weird,” you admitted.

Steve gave you a funny grin, narrowing his eyes. “What?”

You held back a laugh as you shrugged, and held your hands out to gesture to the space around you, then to him.

“This is my room. And you,” you pointed at him, “are Captain America. And you’re sitting in my room, looking at all of my stuff, breathing in my air. You’re butt is on my study chair!”

Steve let out a laugh at that, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I get it now.”

He twisted in your chair, and his eyes caught on something colorful in the dim glow of your desk lamp, the only source of light other than the moon creeping over your windowsill. 

“What’s this?” he asked as he lifted it from the desk. 

“Oh! My photo album,” you said excitedly, and grabbed it from his hand before plopping yourself down onto the rug by his feet. “In truth, it’s just a random album I decorated and then filled with pictures I periodically stole from mom’s albums. But it’s mine.”

Steve chuckled, and pointed down at the album when you opened it. “Is that you?”

You nodded, and felt a slight heat rise to your cheeks at the prospect of showing Captain America your baby pictures. But it didn’t seem like he minded, so you brushed the thought away and continued.

You kept flipping through the pages, stopping every now and then when Steve had a question (”when was that?” or “that’s Barton?”), and eventually, the two of you had compiled a list of your favorites, and you had taken them out of the album and spread them around you on the rug. 

Your favorites mainly included pictures of your dad cringing while holding you with a full diaper (which was more often than you realized) and photos of Laura holding all three of you, each when you were babies. 

Steve was currently laughing at the idea of Clint Barton having to change poopy diapers, and you were smiling brightly up at him. 

His laughter slowly died down, and he let out a big sigh. It was only then that you noticed the slight tenseness in his shoulders, the faint bags under his eyes, and his weary but dopey expression. 

You swallowed heavily, but the lump in your throat refused to go away, so you decided to ignore it as best you could as you turned your body on the floor to face him. 

Resting your arms on his large thigh, and your head on your arms, you stared up at him. 

He seemed to calm down, all his movements and his breathing slowing and his eyes blinking down at you with lazy yet satisfied curiosity. 

“You’re tired,” was all you said, the words low and hanging in the air between you.

Steve searched your face for a moment, before subtly nodding. “I am.”

“Should I ask?”

He shook his head, bringing a hand down to grab one of yours, squeezing it lightly. 

“I’m tired, too.”

“I know,” he rasped. “I can tell.”

“How?”

“I can see it in your eyes when you smile.”

“Mmm.”

The few words exchanged between you were now mere whispers, as if both of you were afraid to be any louder, so as not to disrupt the peaceful lull you’ve created.

“And I’m scared,” you admitted quietly, and he frowned down at you. Immediately, you wanted the worried creases between his brows gone. They seemed to dim the light in his eyes. So, you changed your position, sitting on your haunches in front of him and raising a hand up to run your thumb between his brows, smoothing the skin and simultaneously pulling a pink blush to his cheeks.

“Scared of what, sweetheart?”

You shrugged sadly, even if you knew the answer. The orange glow from your lamp only made you seem sadder, so Steve leaned forward closer to you.

“Scared of what?” he repeated, and you sighed, meeting his eyes in earnest.

“I’m scared that... I’m scared of...” you began, but didn’t know how to formulate your thoughts, and you huffed. Steve squeezed your hand again.

You continued. “What if, one day, dad leaves us to go on a mission... and he just - doesn’t come back again?”

Even saying it out loud made you uneasy, a steady burning behind your eyes threatening to turn into pools of tears, and Steve sighed heavily.

“That won’t happen,” he muttered firmly, and you gave him a weary frown. 

“How do you know that?”

“Because I just do. Your dad loves you very much. All of you. And he’s very good at what he does,” he insisted, and you shrugged a bit. “In fact, he’s the best of us, I’d say.”

“Really?” you whispered, glancing up at him through your lashes, and Steve nodded.

“Really.”

You watched him, and he watched you. You sat in silence for a moment, before you cleared your throat softly.

“I’m... also afraid of something else.”

Steve’s brows shot up lazily. “Do tell.”

“I’m afraid that...,” you trailed off, and he nodded for you to continue. 

Was it just your imagination, or was he closer than he had been a minute ago? Steve’s eyes flickered to your lips, then met your gaze again. Your eyelids felt heavy.

“I’m afraid that this time, when dad leaves, I’ll be worrying about the safety of two people instead of one,” you finally murmured, and as soon as the words were out, Steve’s lips were on yours.

When had you closed your eyes? It didn’t matter. You couldn’t focus on anything with his soft lips melting into yours. 

One of Steve’s hands went up to your jaw, pulling you even closer to him in between his spread legs, and your own hands found their way to his comforting hoodie, pulling him in tighter.. Your lips parted slightly when you felt his tongue swipe at them, begging to be let in, and he sighed into your mouth when you tugged softly at his hair. 

You couldn’t help smiling against his lips, and in turn, causing him to smile too. Your teeth clashed into each other, and you giggled before pulling away. 

Steve Rogers was a supersoldier. Him being a supersoldier meant he had an abnormally fast metabolism, making him less susceptible to weight gain and loss than normal people. It also meant he couldn’t get drunk anymore, not with the amount of alcohol that was societally accepted, anyway. But right now, looking up at him, his eyes half-closed and a stupid smile on his flushed face, Steve looked drunk. 

Drunk on your kiss. Drunk on you. 

Your lips still tingled; you still felt him there, a phantom touch of the softness that tasted like mint and faint coffee. 

“I don’t need you worryin’ your pretty little head about me, doll,” Steve whispered, voice gravelly in his throat, and it sent a chill down your spine, settling in prickling needles at the base of it. 

“I want to, though. I need to worry about you now.”

Steve smiled, half in amusement, half in disbelief, as his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you in again.

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“Mrs. Barton, you’ve truly been too kind,” Bruce’s polite words rang from somewhere in the house, and your mother’s reply followed them soon after.

You, Steve and Aunt Nat stood waiting for the rest of them on the porch. You had already said your goodbyes, but if you spent a second more inside the house with the heavy atmosphere and teary eyes, you would’ve had a breakdown. Natasha noticed this in the way your breathing became labored, and locked an arm through yours as she pulled you out the front door.

A comfortable silence surrounded the three of you as the chatter from inside the house carried through the windows, until it was broken by Nat swearing.

Steve frowned, turning towards her. “What is it?”

Nat patted around her pockets, then groaned. “I forgot my stupid GPS upstairs.”

“I can get it for you,” you offered, but Natasha waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s fine, honey, it’s my mistake anyways.”

And with that, she breezed past you, the screen door slamming shut behind her. Soon after, you heard a couple yells from inside the house, and you presumed she had made a slight detour caused by a tiny distraction.

You heaved out a sigh, and Steve leaned against the porch railing, smiling in amusement at you.

You glanced up at him, then glanced away before he could notice the red tinge to your cheeks. “What?”

He shook his head, but the smile never left his face. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Jus’ like lookin’ at you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Steve chuckled, before pushing himself off the railing and taking a step towards you. 

You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “What are you doing, Rogers?”

“Oh, so it’s Rogers now?” he teased with a smile, and you bit back your own grin as he backed you into the wall of the house.

“Gimme a kiss,” he whispered, your breaths mingling in the close proximity, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest with every loud word or sudden movement from inside the house.

You shook your head. “Someone could come out any second.”

Steve pouted. “So?”

“So?” you repeated incredulously. “What if my dad sees?”

He gave you a sneaky grin, before dipping his head down to whisper into your ear, “I can handle your old man if that happens.”

You gave him a look, but no matter how much you tried convincing him it was a bad idea, he seemed to like said idea even more. 

“C’mon, please?”

You let out a heavy sigh, turning your head to the side, watching the door for a moment. Steve’s grin widened; he knew he won.

“You’re such an asshole, Steve,” you muttered, and grabbed his face in both your hands, pulling him toward you. 

Your lips met his, and again, you felt the same fireworks from last night. For a brief moment, you wondered what it would be like to kiss him all day, every day, and if the fireworks would be there each and every time. They probably would. 

Steve smiled against your lips, pushing you deeper against the wall, until you pulled away with a slight smack.

“That was for good luck,” you said breathlessly, and before he could blink, you pressed your lips to his again.

Pulling away, you let your hands rest on his chest as you smiled up at him. “And that was for the road.”

Footsteps thudded through the house, and you quickly pushed Steve away from you. He reassumed his previous position, leaning against the railing, and you decided you had no time to do anything but stay right where you were, leaning against the wall. 

Your eyes met his, and the blue in them glittered with mischief as he licked his lips. You took in a deep breath and tore your gaze away from him the very second your father stepped out onto the porch. 

“Ready to go, Cap?” he asked, and Steve gave him a low bow of his head.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*

tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?

clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*

tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*

wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians

kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*

yelena: you are. dumb suka

kate: then where are my booby-chargers?

y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*

kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*

tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question

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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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The Family Business Ch.2

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister

Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.

An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.

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True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.

Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.

Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.

Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.

The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.

“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.

“What kind of delivery?”

He smirks, “Special.”

You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.

“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”

Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”

You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”

“The truth often does.”

Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”

“Mr. H.”

You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”

Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “

“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.

The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”

“Why the driver’s seat?”

He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”

While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.

You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.

Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.

She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.

Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.

Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.

“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”

He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.

Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later. 

Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.

You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.

“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”

Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.

“So, what the fuck happened?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”

“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”

“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”

The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.

“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”

Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.

Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.

The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.

Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.

“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”

She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”

There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.

“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.

“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.

“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”

Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.

Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.

“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.

“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”

Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”

Any further pleasantries would have to wait.

“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”

Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”

Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”

This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.

Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”

She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”

Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”

Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.

Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”

“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”

“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.

You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”

Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”

“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”

“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.

You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.

Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”

Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”

“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.

Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”

She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.

“Pietro,” Dragos starts.

“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.

Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”

“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.

“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”

Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”

Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.

“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”

Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.

“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”

The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”

You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”

A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”

Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.  

“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”

Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”

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[incorrectquotesmcu]

Clint: How long have you been sleeping with Natasha?

Y/N: What

Y/N: I don’t even get…

Y/N: Why would I…

Y/N: I’ve never had sex with anyone. Anywhere.

Y/N: It’s none of your…

Y/N: You have the nerve, the audacity

Y/N: And how do I know, frankly, that YOU’RE not sleeping with her?

Y/N: Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off!

Y/N: Check and mate.

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