#both of them crashing through the window in the middle of the fight & nat getting mad about the window

[informaticn]

i will never truly be over just how much was going on during that plotline where the aven/gers go to ask nat   &   matt for help defeating mag/neto bc it’s like not only is the mag/neto thing going on,   but also right as soon as it’s over t’challa give them both an invitation to be aven/gers so not only do they have that to sort out on a personal level   ( see   :   matt rejects,   nat accepts ),   but also right before they go to help clint,   who had recently left the aven/gers,   made his way to chicago where he   &   matt fought like assholes over nat’s affections while she thought about whether her yard was big enough to hide both their bodies

#with special mentions for #clint thinking that matt was gonna bash his skull in with a rock while they're fighting #both of them crashing through the window in the middle of the fight & nat getting mad about the window #didn't give a shit if either of them were okay but the assholes broke her window it was expensive damnit #t'challa also gets to have a crisis of his own where he thinks about leaving the aven/gers #matt makes some more asshole comments about feminism which aggressively dates the time period this was written in #right after is also the reunion of nat & ir/on m/an which is the start of nat & tony just #casually pretending shit that happened definitely didn't happen like repeated murder attempts who #not to mention that picture i mentioned before of clint that was clearly a professional photo #that he just. keeps. in his own room. framed & all #ou can't fault him for knowing he looks good i guess #nat was only involved in like two issues of this plot but there was So Much to unpack #ooc / shit posting from marble's basement. #delete.

[0nerd-at-heart0]

How We Got Here

not my gif

A/N: still working on other stories, but had a dream about this so I had to write it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: fluff and angst

You had an itch, a problem per se. You needed everyone to like you.  So you tried really hard. To smile, be happy, be likable. 

You never faced a problem of someone not liking you, at least not until recently. Not until you met the one and only Steve Rogers. Or how you liked to call him Mr. Perfect. Perfect in the way he smiles. Perfect in the way he cares. Perfect in the way he is America's golden boy. You two could have been friends. Maybe if the situation was different. 

You joined the avengers not so long ago. With your training as an agent and your bad-ass powers of mind-control. You were the best candidate to join the elite superheroes.  Besides all that you had a talent. A talent with technology. 

Your obsession began when you accidentally broke your dad’s computer at the age of 12. You were so determined to put it back together before he could find out. In doing so you used some spare parts from your also broken Nintendo console and upgraded his computer.  You were considered a prodigy from that point.

A plan was set for you. You were going to become a computer engineer. With the support of your parents, you continue your studies all through college. And a month before graduation Hydra found you. 

They wanted you and they werent going to stop until they had you. Your parents so valiantly fought them. But at the end, they lost the battle and you, well you lost your parents. 

Hydra had a hold of you. They experiment on you like crazy. You were going to be their new super weapon. As much as they tried to turn you. You wouldnt let them, you would be their rag doll to use and abuse. You weren’t about to let your parents die in vain for you to become a monster. 

What felt like centuries of being locked up were actually a month. A month when Nick Fury came bursting in and saved you.  After a much needed shower and sleep, Fury and you had a chat. 

You didnt know how to repay him for what he had done for you, you should have chosen better words than that. Because sooner or later he was asking to train you, use your powers for good. How could you say no to the man who saved you?

Two years of training, Fury took you to meet the Avenger. You arent going to lie, you fangirled hard over them. They were all so welcoming. Even Steve. 

Fury made it your new assignment to learn from them, which meant you were going to  be staying in the compound.  

It was a lot to get used to. You mostly stayed by Wanda’s side. Occasionally you and Peter would train together. Tony was more of a mentor. And Nat loved playing around with your powers. But Steve and you had never had a chance to interact other than the welcoming party.

You really wanted to be friends with him. There was so much you wanted to say but always bite your tongue when he’s around. A friendship could blossom or better yet could have. 

The possibility of a relationship flew out the window when he overheard a conversation you had with Tony one early morning. You wanted to give the compound a technical upgrade. Including everyone suits and equipment. Tony was intrigued, not because he never thought of that because he has, but because of how bold you were. 

You had so much faith in your skills and Tony respected that. He agreed to let you mess around with some of the equipment for starters. You were smiling, you were excited like a child who had too much candy and was on a sugar high. But that sugar high came crashing down as soon as Steve made his appearance.

How could you forget the conversation. The way he yelled. 

“Excuse you! You can't just come in here and demand for change. Our dynamic works, it has worked for a while. I dont know who you think you are but you dont get to mess with our equipment and you certainly dont get to mess with MY team”

His voice rang throughout the whole compound and the image of his nostrils flaring as he yelled haunted you for weeks. 

It still haunts you. You hate being yelled at. Tony told you to ignore him,  that he is too “perfect” for his own good, but even all perfect people have their flaws and his way technology. Hence the name Mr. Perfect. 

Tony and the rest of the gang kept encouraging your journey well all except Steve. Your fighting got better and you were proud to say you were finally in control of your power. 

It was their pleasure to finally declare you one of them. As you all party Steve stood there scowling. Not even Bucky could wipe that scowl off his face as he had a mouth full of cherries. 

You weren’t going to let him get the better of you. If he wanted to be snarky you would be snarky. If he wanted to be cold you would be cold. 

That became your new routine. He pushed you, you pushed back harder. From bumps in the hallways to calling him Mr. Perfect every time you can. 

The team thought you guys would get over this, that over time you two would learn to get along.  But you were always at each other's throats. Missions become harder and harder when there’s a constant argument. 

You werent like this. You knew that but that man was just too infuriating to do nothing about it. 

Currently you were on a way back from a mission with Nat. You two were sent to stop a shipment of guns from being delivered. As smoothly as it was going, Steve was on the comms just nagging how it should have been him and Nat out there. You turned off your comms, knowing the earful you are going the get when you arrive back.

As you walked into the kitchen, there was Steve nursing a glass of what seemed to be bourbon and tapping his foot. You knew what was going to happen. 

Nat made a B-line for her room, not wanting to hear the argument that's about to go down.

You stood in the middle of the room thinking of all the comebacks you can. Ready to fire at any moment. Steve stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. His jaw was set and his fists were clenched. 

He stalked over you and you suddenly felt small.  His stare was burning through you, you have never seen him like this. You looked down at your feet but Steve stopped that movement and he grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully to make you look at him. 

With your chin in his hand he had a full view of your face. As he looked at you, his demeanor changed. The tension in his body was gone, the look on his face soften and the force in his hand was replaced with a gentle touch. 

“ Who?”, he asked.

You were confused, “ who what?”

“ The bruise under your eye, who did that”, he asked, a little more annoyed this time.

He noticed the bruise? It's so small it doesnt even hurt, you forgot it even happened.

“ Oh, that bruise. The mob boss Sergio showed up. It surprised us and in our state of surprise he sucker punched me in the face and got away. But dont worry we got control of the shipment, we will get him eventually”, you stammer out.

He lets go of your face and takes out his phone. He turns around,  “ Tony, yes it's me. Apparently Sergio, the mob boss got away. I need all focus on him, can you do that? Okay thanks!”

“ What was that”, you surprisingly ask. 

His focus goes back to you, “ No one hurts my team and gets away with it”

He turns around to walk away. But stops in his tracks when he hears you murmur, “ You hurt me everyday with your words''

He goes back towards you. “ My words are never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”

“ But they have, since the moment we met.  I let it happen but then I had enough and started to talk back. If one thing I learned from my parents is to always fight back”, you quietly stated. Looking down at your feet shifting weight from one foot to another.

All that energy to fight back was gone. You needed answers. 

He grabbed your face, cradling it between his two hands. This time there was no force but it was a touch so soft, so warming, so welcoming.

“ No words can describe how sorry I am. I let my emotion get the better of me.  You joined the team and you were everything I am not. The person I am is thanks to a serum. But you, you have it all. You have the strength, the smarts and the beauty”, he sincerely apologizes.

“ Beauty?” you question looking into his eyes. Using his eyes are filled with what looks like hate, but right now they are filled with something more, could it be love?

“ I dont deserve this but if you allow me”, he asks, leaning closer. 

You know what he is asking and you too want it.  The ball is in your court.  You move your body closer to him and he takes that as an indication to smash his lips onto yours.

The kiss starts off rough, like you are in need of each other. But it becomes softer and more passionate. An apology in itself. Both of you cant and wont pull away. You were deprived of each other for so long. 

Now you knew, Steve Rogers did like you. Maybe a little more than you would ever imagine.

#captain america #steve rogers #avengers #marvel #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #fanfic

[mymoonagedaydream]

Witness Protection (Part 9)

Summary: After all this time, you finally met the Winter Soldier

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language, violence

Author’s Note: I missed writing Steve, bless him 

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You gripped the seat either side of your legs, trying to hold yourself together but struggling to focus on anything other than the cocktail of pain, terror and confusion brewing in your stomach. 

Steve’s voice came sternly from the driver’s seat. ‘I knew it looked too easy. We should’ve stopped him.’

‘Nothing was gonna stop him going in there and you know it.’ Nat sat back and started fumbling around under her seat, eventually pulling out a first aid kit and turning towards you.

‘What’s going on? We’re leaving him?’ You managed to choke out, a hot tear falling onto your cheek and stinging when it reached an open cut. 

‘Listen to me.’ She grabbed your shoulders and harshly turned you in her direction. ‘We have to. There’s nothing we can do for him now, but we’ll get him back. Understand?’ 

'Does she know what's happened?' Steve asked over his shoulder.

Nat was assessing the damage to your face whilst soaking a bandage with antiseptic liquid. 

‘Do you?’

You shook your head slightly, letting out a sharp breath when the wet cloth touched your face. Steve glanced at you in the rear-view mirror, sighing regretfully. 

'Bucky's been activated.’ 

‘Activated?’

‘Those words, that’s how Hydra activates his mind control.’ Nat explained. ‘Right now, he's not the person you know. While he's under their control, he's loyal only to them and he doesn’t remember anything outside of that.’

Stark had told you some about Bucky and Hydra, about how they brainwashed him into a ruthless assassin but, for some reason, you never considered the fact that all that was still inside him. After getting to know him so well, it was hard to believe that there was still this cold-blooded killing machine lying dormant in the back of his mind, waiting for activation. 

But something didn’t make sense to you. When you called for him, how he turned towards you-

'He knew his name.' You muttered to yourself. 

'What?'

'When we were leaving, I shouted his name and he looked at me. He knew I was calling for him.’

Nat brushed you off, saying he would’ve reacted the same to any noise, but you caught Steve’s eyes in the mirror. He looked curious, and a little shocked. Maybe it did mean something. 

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The car pulled up next to some thick woodland, and Steve led the two of you down a vague path through the tall grass. After walking for an hour or so, you came upon a house. A proper, family-sized house in the middle of the forest, covered in ivy and moss. It looked as though it’d been plucked straight from the suburbs and dropped here years ago, left to become part of nature.

‘Pretty neat, huh?’ Steve turned to you with a triumphant grin. 

You gave a faint smile before moving past him, towards the door. Inside it looked like any other house, clean and well decorated. The only clues that this place was something out of the ordinary were the twisted shadows cast on the floor by vines growing over the windows. 

You didn’t bother exploring, you just collapsed onto the nearest seat you could find, gazing at the floor between your feet.

After a couple minutes Steve placed himself beside you.

'Is Sharon okay?' You muttered, not looking up. 

'She's fine. Staying with her parents in Virginia for a while.' 

Hearing that made you feel a little better. Other than your parents, Sharon seemed like your only remaining connection to the life you had before all this. Thinking of her and knowing she was alright somehow helped you feel a little more safe. 

Steve shifted around in his seat. He’d obviously come to talk to you about something specific, but it seemed like he was afraid to say it.  

'Y/n, I’m sorry I have to ask, but this is important. Did you tell them anything?'

You shook your head. ‘I didn’t know anything. Not that they believed that.’ You looked up at him, seeing relief spread across his face. ‘Do you know how long I was there for?’

‘Three weeks, just about. Buck barely slept the whole time.’

Three weeks. You weren’t sure if that was a surprising answer or not. He could’ve said anything between a day and a year, you’d have believed him. 

‘You should get some rest.' He smiled at you before giving you a pat on the back and standing. 

You didn't argue, a night's sleep in a proper bed sounded fucking incredible. 

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Your eyes slowly opened. It was still dark but the moon was bright, sending pale white light through the cracks in the curtains. You gazed at the soft glow for a few minutes, before feeling yourself slowly falling back asleep.

Then the light was broken by a shadow. Something moving past the window, fast. It took you a second to register it, but as soon as you did you shot out of bed and burst into the opposite room. 

No Steve. 

You backed out, moving cautiously towards the living room. The curtains were open and moonlight was streaming in, illuminating half the room and leaving the other half in shadow. 

Approaching the end of the hallway, you saw him. Bucky was standing over a body on the floor, red hair sprawled over the wooden planks and soaked in blood. 

His eyes flickered up to you. Those dead eyes.

You were frozen, frantically trying to think your way out of this. You couldn't out-run him, you definitely couldn’t fight him, and you couldn’t talk to him. 

Glancing down briefly, you could see that Nat was still breathing, but she was unconscious. There was still no sign of Steve.

Bucky moved towards you, circling you and coming to a stop at your back. A gravelly voice you barely recognised broke the silence.

'Stoyat' na kolenyakh.'

'Bucky, please I-' Nat's words echoed in your head. This wasn't the person you knew. You took a deep breath and steeled yourself, speaking again with firmness that surprised you. 'I don't understand.'

'Kneel.' 

You slowly dropped to your knees. All you could hear was his slow, shallow breathing above your head. 

Then the clicking of a gun. 

You closed your eyes, desperate tears rolling down your cheeks. You waited and waited, holding your breath. 

Nothing happened. 

His breathing changed. It became laboured, faster, louder. 

Before you could analyse it further, Steve burst from the bedroom door behind Bucky and tackled him to the ground in one swift movement. You barely managed to dive out of the way before they crashed down to the floor where you were kneeling. 

Both of them fought like cornered tigers, slamming each other against walls and floor and furniture. Stumbling backwards, your leg knocked against a fire poker, propped by the mantelpiece. You waited for a gap in the fighting before calling Steve’s name and throwing it over to him. He struck Bucky over the head with an almighty crack, causing him to go completely limp and fall to the floor. 

You dived to Nat's side, feeling her neck and finding a strong pulse. You found the cause of the bleeding- a long, shallow gash on the back of her head. Pulling off your sweater, you balled it up and pressed it against the wound. Steve dragged the fridge across the floor, toppling it over on top of Bucky's metal arm. 

‘Is she alright?’ He called over to you, stacking up some more furniture on the improvised trap. 

‘It just looks like a flesh wound. I think she’ll be fine.’ You looked over at Bucky. Steve was crouched next to him, checking him over. ‘What do we do now?’

‘Wait until he wakes up, and hope he’s back.’

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Part Ten

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[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part 10

Series Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: your relationship is tested as things take a dramatic turn

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Avengers x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2420

Warnings: SO much angst oof im sorry 

A/N: this story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

Masterlist | Part Nine

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“Remember what I said kid…” Tony warns Peter as the three of you walk through the corridors of the compound. 

“…not a word” Peter repeats Tony’s earlier words “but I don't know why you don't just tell everyone you and Y/N are-” Tony shoots Peter a look and he instantly stops talking, miming zipping his mouth shut. Tony nods as you reach the doors of the meeting room. 

Back at your apartment as you were getting ready to leave Tony had received a text. He didn’t say what the text contained but from his face you could tell it was something serious, and he quickly ushered you and Peter into the car with him. The car journey back to the compound was silent. 

Tony pushes the door open and there you find the Steve, Natasha, Bruce,  Vision and Wanda assembled and waiting. They turn to look at you as you enter, making you instantly self conscious. You catch Natasha’s eye and she gives you a small sympathetic smile.

“What’s happened?” Tony says seriously, coming to a stop at the end of the table. Steve holds up a brown unsealed envelope and slides it across the table to Tony who opens it and removes the contents, placing them on the table in front of both of you. Your heart feels like it stops and your blood runs cold when you see that spread across the table before you are photos of you. 

Pictures of you arriving at the compound, walking around the building, training with Nat. There’s even a picture of you and Tony together on the balcony sharing a kiss. Guess your secret is out. 

Then Tony places a photo of you sat under a tree in the grounds, and you realise…

“This was today. This afternoon, just before we went to my apartment… I thought I heard something in the woods, someone was watching me.” The thought makes you feel sick. Steve must notice how pale you’ve gone as he quickly moves next to you and sits you down in a chair. You lean forward onto the desk, your head in your hands. “he’s never going to stop” you mutter, mostly to yourself. 

“Where did these come from?” Tony asks, you hear the anger in his voice. 

“One of Randall’s men posted them through the door. We caught him before he could get away, he’s detained downstairs now with Sam guarding.” Steve explains calmly. 

“Get Y/N away from here” Tony says before turning and storming out of the room. 

You shoot your head up and just catch a glimpse of him as he disappears out the room. “Tony!” You shout but he’s gone, Natasha running after him. You try to follow but Steve stops you. “Steve-”

“Y/N, he’s right we need to get you out of here” he gently tugs your arm, trying to lead you away. 

“NO!” You pull your arm from his grip and run, ignoring the shouting behind you. You manage to slam the doors shut as Steve bangs on the other side. Before you realise what you're doing your super strength kicks in, bending the door handles so the door can’t be easily opened. You run as fast as you can toward the sound of Tony’s voice. 

“Tell me where he is? What is he planning?” You hear Tony yell from the other end of the corridor, he sounds so angry. 

You reach the room you can hear him in and swing the door open as Tony fist makes impact with the man’s face. You look in horror at the stranger tied to a chair, blood pouring down his face. He makes eye contact with you as Tony’s fist raises up above his head, ready to strike again. 

“TONY STOP!” You shout, jumping forward and grabbing his arm. He spins around, knocking you to the ground. He looks down at you, there is so much anger on his face that you barely recognise him. Natasha rushes over to your side helping you up, as you continue staring at Tony in horror. Tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill as your whole body shakes. 

“Y/N” Tony takes a step towards you and you instinctively step away. A look of shame briefly flashes on his face, before his attention turns to Steve crashing through the doors “I told you to take her-”

“I know, but she is strong” Steve huffs, looking at you.

“I’m not going anywhere” you state firmly 

“Yes you are, its not safe here now” Tony replies just as firm

“Nowhere is safe anymore Tony. The Professor is going to keep coming for me, no matter where I am. I’m not going to run anymore, I’m staying here by your side. Where I feel safe...” you glance at the half conscious stranger in the room then back to Tony “…or at least I used to”

The room falls silent as Tony looks at you with sad eyes. He thinks for a moment before looking to Steve and he nods. Steve comes behind you and wraps his arms around you tightly, restraining you. 

“I’m sorry” he whispers in your ear as he drags you backwards. 

“NO! TONY, PLEASE DON’T!” You shout frantically, making eye contact with him. He turns his back and you dig your heels into the floor but it’s no use “TONY!”

You feel something sharp stab into your arm and you see Bruce standing next to you, needle in hand. You look at him in shock as your eyelids begin to feel heavy. You try to fight but your whole body feels like lead. 

“Bruce? No, why…” 

Steve shushes you, still holding you with one arm as the other hand reaches up to hold your head, his thumb stroking your face gently. When you can’t fight any longer you give in, drifting peacefully into a deep sleep. 

— — — — 

You wake up to the sound of a rumbling engine beneath you and look around to realise you're on board the quinjet. Steve sits up front in the drivers seat while Bruce sits in a seat opposite you, fast asleep. You undo your seat belt and slowly walk to the front of the jet, careful not to lose your balance. Steve spots you from the corner of his eye and glances over his shoulder at you. 

“Ah, you're awake. Take a seat, we’re about to land.” He gestures to the seat next to him and you follow his order, sitting down and fastening the seatbelt around you. Through the window you watch as the jet travels down through the clouds and you see that you're heading to a farm house in the middle of nowhere. There are no other buildings for miles, just empty fields. The quinjet lands with a gentle bump, waking Bruce. 

“are we there yet?” He asks sleepily as Steve gets up from his seat and walks to the back of the jet. 

“yep, rise and shine sleeping beauty” Steve replies, pressing a button on the wall to open the door. He walks down the ramp and exits the jet. You look over to Bruce anxiously as he stands up and looks back at you. 

“Its going to be okay” he gives you a small smile and follows Steve’s path down the ramp. 

You stand there alone for a moment, and for a brief second you contemplate whether you could steal the jet and fly back to the compound. But that idea quickly leaves you when you look at the control panel and realise you don't have a clue how to fly the thing. You sigh and leave the jet. 

You exit the jet, slowly walking down the ramp towards the big farmhouse where you find Steve and Bruce talking to Clint. 

“There she is, hey Y/N!” Clint calls happily to you as you join them outside the front door, flashing him a brief forced smile. 

“Thanks for doing this man” Steve says, patting Clint on the shoulder.

“It’s no problem. She’s one of us now, family takes care of family” he smiles at you and this time the smile you return is more genuine, though still small. You're still pretty drowsy from the tranquilliser Bruce injected you with and honestly all you want to do it lie down. Even better, lie down in Tony’s arms. 

“Cap!” You hear small voices shout and look over to see two young children running out the door towards Steve who high fives them both. 

“Cooper, Lila! Come on now, you’ve got homework to finish” a brown haired woman standing at the door beckons them both to come back in, which they do reluctantly. She walks out to join you all and extends her hand to you. “you must be Y/N, its nice to meet you”

You shake her hand and Clint puts his arm around her shoulder.

“This is my wife, Laura. And those rascals were my kids. Nathaniel is napping upstairs but you’ll meet him later.” Clint explains. Its so weird to see Clint like this. You're used to seeing him with a bow and arrow, masterfully shooting targets. Not the family man who lives on a farm. “could you show Y/N to her room please?” He asks Laura and she smiles at you.

“of course, right this way” she walks inside and you follow her into the house. She leads you up a set of wooden stairs and to the end of the hallway into your new room. It’s a typical farm house room, cosy and homely. Not like the modern compound. You walk in and look around silently as Laura explains to you a few small house rules. You suddenly feel yourself go weak so you sit down on the end of the bed. Laura notices the look on your face and stops talking, watching you. 

“are you okay? Honestly, how are you doing?” She asks cautiously. You stare blankly at the floor, trying to work out the answer. You shake your head, unable to find the words. “well, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. But, if you ever want to talk, I’m here.” 

You nod your head and she leaves, closing the door behind her. You move over to the window seat and sit, looking down at Clint, Steve and Bruce still stood outside talking. You can’t hear what they’re saying but their faces are serious. Laura joins them outside again and they talk for a few more minutes before Steve and Bruce go back onto the Quinjet and leave. As you watch the jet fly off into the clouds your heart starts to race a little, realising you have no way of leaving and no way of seeing Tony again anytime soon. 

A knock at the door interrupts your thoughts. 

“hey” Clint smiles at you “are you settling in okay?”

“yes thank you Clint, you have a lovely house” you say smiling politely, you may be angry at the situation but its not Clint’s fault you're here.

“well make yourself at home, we all want you to feel comfortable here. Laura’s cooking pie for dinner, I’ll come tell you when its ready”

You thank him again and he leaves but then quickly reappears. “oh and I forgot, Steve said Tony wanted you to have this” he hands you a small black duffel bag and leaves again, closing the door. 

You place the bag on your bed and unzip it, opening it to see an Iron Man mask staring back at you. You take the mask out and look down sadly at it in your hands. Why would want you to have this? Just to make you miss him more? Looking at it you start to feel angry, remembering how Tony cast you away. How he got Steve drag you out the room, and Bruce to drug you. You throw the mask down on the cushion of the window seat and storm out the room. You head to the bathroom and run yourself a nice hot bath. As the soapy water warms your skin you feel yourself begin to relax and your eye lids grow heavy. You allow them to close, telling yourself you’re just resting your eyes. You don't realise you’ve drifted off into a sleep until you hear banging on the door. 

“Y/N! Dinner is ready!” Clint’s voice calls through the door. 

“okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” You shout back and quickly get out the bath, drying yourself and getting dressed. You go to tie your wet hair up in a bun but realise you've left your hair tie back in your room. You run down the hall back to your bedroom and open the door, stopping dead still when you see a familiar figure sat on the window seat looking at you. 

“Tony?” You almost whisper, dropping the towel you had been attempting to dry your hair with.

“You had a bath without me?” He says flirtatiously but you just huff back at him. 

“You weren’t here. You sent me away, remember?” The anger shows in your voice, taking Tony a little by surprise. 

“it’s for your own safety Y/N-” 

“Why are you here Tony?” you interrupt him, he stands up from the window seat and you notice he flickers. Like a hologram. Then you realise…

“you're not really here” you sigh, feeling yourself deflate as you look down at the floor. 

Tony watches you sadly, taking a few steps closer to you. 

“Believe me, I wish I was”

You look up at him, disbelief on your face.

“You did this Tony. This was YOUR decision, not mine”

“I needed to know you were safe”

“Until today the safest I’ve ever felt was when I was with you.” You take a breath “But earlier when I saw you in that room with Professor Randall’s man… there was only one person I was afraid of”

“I would never hurt you” 

“Maybe not intentionally”

Your words are like a shot to his chest. You can almost see panic on his face. 

“So, what are you saying?” He asks quietly. You look away, thinking carefully about your words but the truth is you don't know what to say. 

“I have to go. They're waiting for me downstairs.” You grab your hair tie off the bedside table and quickly leave the room. You hear Tony calling your name but you ignore it as you shut the door and rest your forehead against the hard wood. You take a few deep breaths before tying your hair up in a messy bun and going down to join Clint’s family for dinner. 

Part Eleven

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[issa-me-addy]

I want to stay up with you (BF! Bucky Barnes Oneshot)

hello! here is my lil participation piece for @aesthetical-bucky and her 1k writing challenge! the prompt is the phrase “I want to stay up with you” :) 

Warnings: language? angst, fluff

Word Count: 1955

You and Bucky sat on your couch in your tiny little studio apartment, which was a 15 minute subway ride away from the Avengers tower. His flesh arm was wrapped around you and your thigh was draped over his knee as you lounged on the couch, the TV creating a nice luminance in the space as the sun began to go down. 

“I should be going home soon, baby doll,” he said softly before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

You immediately pouted and pulled away from his kiss, staring up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, piecing together an altogether borderline embarrassing facial expression. “No,” you said sternly, your eyebrows creasing so far down a shallow shadow formed above them. 

He chuckled in response, bringing his metal hand across your cheek, swiping the cold thumb back and forth on your cheek, “Darlin, we’ve talked about this. If you want to come back with me that’s fine! I’m always more than happy to share my bed with you.” 

You sighed, upset that you had to debate this again with him, but you were frustrated at this point. “What’s wrong with my place! You’ve *never* spent the night here. I just would like to sleep in with you, make you breakfast, not have to concern myself with Sam or Steve dragging you out of bed and leaving me to spend half of my sleep without you anyways.” 

“Well, what about Shadow?” 

You cocked your eyebrow at the annoyingly handsome man before you. “I can literally call Peter or Nat right now to get Shadow. They both love that cat. You literally have no excuse.” 

His hand had already fallen from your cheek, made a soft trail down your arm before resting with his palm up on your knee. “What about clothes? A toothbrush?” 

You began to smile, unable to hide your excitement even at the sheer possibility that he’d give in. “You really think I haven’t stolen enough clothes for you to have a change of clothes here? I even have an unopened toothbrush here because of this moment! I knew I’d get you to crack one day.” 

He grinned back at you, unable to leave a microbreak in your heart again over this silly little fight. “Come here,” he said huskily, using his metal arm to scoop your other leg and place you directly in his lap, “I will stay the night. I was going to lose this fight sooner or later.” 

You giggled, bringing your arms around his neck and routinely tangling your fingers with the longer locks at the bottom of his head. “You know, I’m really glad you’ve come to your senses about it.” You press a soft kiss on his nose and smile brightly at him. 

The rest of the evening was fairly normal. Bucky helped you with the dishes and cleaned the kitchen after dinner-- he even took out the trash and your stomach filled with flutters, enjoying your domestic boyfriend fantasy. 

You got ready for bed first, feeling your cheeks warm while you changed with your back to Bucky. You’ve stripped in front of him countless times but something about the newness of the circumstance made you move sheepishly. You tried to compose yourself as you tossed your day clothes into the hamper and rummaged through your wardrobe, searching for Bucky’s sweats and a white t-shirt. 

You tossed them onto the couch cushion beside him and stared wide eyed as he simply stood up and peeled his clothes off. His eyes caught yours as he kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt simultaneously. 

“Do you need something, doll?” He chuckled, proceeding to remove his pants, leaving him in his dark boxers and black socks. 

“You,” you responded without even thinking about it. 

His smile spread wide as he finished changing, “You’re so goddamn cute,” he responded. 

Your cheeks blushed red again. You fumbled as you folded the blanket back and slid into bed, pressing yourself all the way against the wall. 

Bucky followed closely behind you, fluffing his pillow and placing it nicely between his ear and shoulder. He laughed at you, pressed up so close to the wall that there was at least a foot of space between the two of you. “Why are you so far away?” 

You brought your shoulders up to your ears, shrugging. 

He made quick work of dragging you back towards the middle of the bed and up against his chest. “Go to sleep,” he said, kissing the space where your hair began. 

You pressed your palm on his chest, pushing yourself off of him enough to look into his eyes. “Do you ever sleep, Buck?” 

His head cocked ever so slightly to the side. “Of course I sleep, darlin. Everyone sleeps, except maybe Vision.” 

You rolled your eyes at his remark, “Shut up, I know that. I just mean, do you sleep well? I don’t know that you’ve ever fallen asleep first.” 

He sighs and takes a moment to wrap both of his arms around your waist, the metal one underneath you, causing your spine to curve ever so slightly. 

“I just have trouble sleeping sometimes, but I do sleep,” he said softly, his nose momentarily brushing against yours. 

You took a moment to contemplate. You had no work the following day-- you actually had nothing to do the following day except play house with Bucky which simply made your stomach churn in such an exciting way. So in just a moment you decided!

“I want to stay up with you.” 

His breath hitched for just a moment. If you weren’t pressed up against him you wouldn’t have even noticed. 

Before he responded you had already opened your mouth again. “I want you to be the one to fall asleep in my arms for once.” 

He smiled widely and u felt his arms curl you in that much closer, “I don’t know that I’ve ever been the one to fall asleep first.” 

“Then I will stay up with you all night,” you whisper against his lips, pressing a soft peck shortly after. 

A chuckle bubbled from deep in his stomach, “I love you, darlin, but that’s really not necessary.” 

You pulled away, allowing your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing over the skin as your eyes darted between his blue eyes, “You’re not going to be able to change my mind this time, James.” 

He grinned, “I would love to stay up with you then.” 

Your determination to stay up with him resulted in the best conversations the two of you have ever had, which was saying a lot considering you were already right up there with Steve in terms of being close to Bucky. 

You talked to one another, pressed up with your fingers fumbling with one another and your legs tangled until the sun came up. 

You talked about how you want kids but sometimes you’re afraid because hearing people say shit like “nobody is ever really ready” does anything but ease your anxieties. He tells you about how he loved being an older sibling and how he would forget to breathe sometimes when he held the youngest in his hands-- he thought she was the most beautiful thing to grace the earth. You squeezed his hand a little harder when he said he wishes he got to be there to see her walk down the aisle at her wedding. 

You both agreed that you would love to adopt a little girl one day, even if you do end up having your own kids. You both agreed that you couldn’t fathom loving a kid any less simply because they don’t share your DNA. He got to gush about how much he loved being a big brother to Steve but how really having someone who was truly there and would never leave was something indescribably worth living for. 

You knew bits and pieces about how family before but it made your stomach fill with butterflies when he talked about his siblings only for your chest to ache when you remembered that you and Steve were all he truly had left. It was nice nonetheless for you to hear him talk about them by name, telling you the biggest thing he remembered about each of them, sharing memories of Coney Island in the summers and getting them ready for school early in the morning. 

You talked about childhood best friends and how you had to learn to cope with the fact that conflict isn’t the only thing that ends friendships. Sometimes distance can take its toll and you know it’s nothing compared to what he’s been through. He kisses your forehead and tells you that you can tell him anything and that none of your feelings are miniscule because they’re yours and everything about you means everything to him. 

The sun starts to shine through your window when he tells you about the time that he got himself and Steve stranded because he spent all his money insisting that he could win this girl a prize at the fair. You tell him that he’s a simp. 

He pulls you closer and leaves a lazy kiss on your collarbone groaning, “Yeah, but only for you,” before really dozing off. 

You whisper his name a few times and get no response and you let the calming wave of sleep crash over you shortly after, a small smile spread across your lips as you do. 

3 Years Later-- 

And you and Bucky live in a little place in Brooklyn, only a few blocks from where he grew up. He’s technically been retired for over a year but sometimes they need him. The past 4 months he’s had an excuse though, seeing as you now have a bun in the oven. 

Since entering your second trimester your sleeping schedule has gone to shit. This seemingly wouldn’t be a problem but through the duration of the past few years Bucky has gotten much better at falling asleep and now he’s almost completely ready to be a father seeing as he falls asleep wherever, whenever he wants. 

You’ve been hiding it for a little over a week or two that you don’t sleep until well after midnight, but one Sunday night he catches you munching on the floor in the kitchen. 

He turns the corner of the hall, rubbing his eye with his metal arm, “Doll? What are you doing awake?” 

“Eating?” You say, with your mouth still kind of full. 

“Hm, let me join you,” he says soft, sitting across from you, his knee softly brushing yours. “How long have you been up?” 

“I never went to sleep,” you admit, shyly. 

He takes the bag of chips from you and lazily shoves a few in his mouth, his eyes still blinking because of the bright kitchen lights. “Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t sleep?” 

You shrug, “I already make you deal with a lot-- and you’re going to be the one staying up in about 5 months time, so I thought it fine to let you sleep.” 

He shook his head softly, handing the chips back to you and taking your soda into his hands, tipping some of it into his mouth. “I want to stay up with you. You think I would ever willingly give up a single moment with you and babydoll?” He questioned. 

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart fluttering every time he referred to your baby as babydoll after years and years of him calling you doll. “Thank you, Buck.” 

“Until the end of the line, baby.” 

“Isn’t that what you say to Steve?” you questioned, your brow cocked. 

“I’ve been awake for 3 minutes, give me a break.” 

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 28

"It's that doctor. This was all him." I said as we ran.

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

I looked over to Steve but he was concentrating on where we were going.

"I just do. It's all way too coincidental. Everything that happened led to that doctor being alone with James." I explained.

My heart was pounding furiously as we ran around a corner. Steve slowed in front of us at the sight of a body on the floor.

"Help me" a voice croaked.

Steve slowly moved closer. In the next room bodies were all over the place. What the hell happened?

"Help" the voice croaked again.

I stepped around Steve to see the doctor on the floor. A red hot rage filled me instantly.

"Get up" Steve ordered.

Before the guy had a chance I grabbed his shirt jerking him to his feet. I slammed him hard into the wall.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Steve asked harshly from beside me.

The man smiled sinisterly.

"To see an empire fall." He spat.

I didn't even get to retort when Sam was suddenly slammed into the wall next to me. I jumped turning around. Steve tried to subdue Bucky but he swung hard.

"Shit" I breathed out.

I grabbed Sam trying to help him to his feet but he was out cold. The two super soldiers moved into the next room. All thoughts of the doctor flew out of my mind as I ran to catch up with my friends. When I reached them Bucky threw Steve door the elevator shaft.

"Steve!" I shouted making Bucky turn towards me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him harshly.

"Stay out of my way doll." He snapped.

He wasn't Bucky. The look in his eyes was the same one as the first time Steve and I had seen him as the Winter Soldier. Somehow the switch got flipped again.

I chased after him. I couldn't let him disappear again. He didn't know what he was doing. He needed help.

I got down into the main lobby to find James in the middle of fighting several agents. None of them stood a chance against him.

"James!" I shouted trying to get his attention.

I ran towards him just as Tony came around the corner. A sonic wave hit me making me crumbled to my knees. My ears rang from it. I covered my eyes as a bright flash filled the room. When I could see and hear again Bucky had both Sharon and Nat on him. He knocked Sharon off then grabbed Nat by the throat. He slammed her on top a table.

"You could at least recognize me." Nat said through clenched teeth.

I stumbled to my feet as T'Challa jumped out kicking Bucky in the chest. I checked on Nat quickly as the two men started to fight. She was panting from lack of oxygen but otherwise okay.

Bucky knocked off T'Challa then ran up the stairs. I moved to follow him but someone grabbed my wrist pulling me back.

"You can't help him." Tony said sharply.

"I have to try." I said softly.

Tony tightened his hold on my wrist but I could still get out of it. I ripped my hand away from him. Bucky was no longer on the stairs. I turned and ran as quickly as I could. I followed my instincts running out the side door. A few feet in front of me James was running full speed. He shoved open a heavy metal door that led to a helicopter pad. He ripped something off the door of the helicopter then opened the door. I hurried to the other side doing the same and climbing inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" James asked harshly.

"If you're leaving then so am I." I told him.

"Are you out of your mind?" He glared at me.

"Better get going before we get caught again." I stated simply.

He growled but did as I said. He started flipping switches making the copter roar to life.

"I don't understand what you're doing." He said as he started to lift us off the pad.

"I've lost you too many times already. I'll be damned if I let it happen again." I said sternly.

The metal door leading to the pad flew open as Steve ran out. His eyes locked with both mine and Bucky's. He ran full speed then jumped grabbing hold of the helicopter. With his insane strength he kept us from getting too far. When Bucky tried to get him off Steve grabbed a hold of the edge of the pad.

"He can't seriously being doing this." I said in disbelief.

Bucky tried to make him let go but ended up crashing us into the pad.

"Shit! Hold on doll!" James shouted as we went down.

I closed my eyes for only a second. When I opened them we were falling into the water. I looked over to James to see blood trickling down the window his head was laying against.

"Jamie!" I shouted right before my head went under water.

I had to kick at my door a few times to get it open. When I got to Jamie's side Steve was already there ripping the door open. I helped him pull him out then drag him up to the surface. I gasped for air as soon as I could.

"Have you lost your mind?" Steve shouted at me as we swam to the shore.

I knew he was mad but he was scared more than anything. He could have just lost both his best friends in one moment. All I had selfishly thought about was James and how I couldn't loose him again.

"You scared the absolute hell out of me Willow." He chided as we drug James out of the water.

"I'm sorry" I said softly.

I fell to my knees next to Jamie. His chest was rising and falling normally which eased my worries a bit.

"What if you got killed? Did you even stop to think about me or Sam? What would we do without you?" Steve asked as he kneeled beside me.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked down at James.

"I couldn't risk loosing him again." I choked out.

Steve's arms were instantly around me. I cried harder the instant my head was against his chest.

"Cap!" Sam's voice brought me back to reality.

I quickly sat up wiping my eyes. I wasn't sure I could explain to Sam why I was crying. Steve knew me well enough to know why. I was overwhelmed. Too much going on around me and in my head.

"He still breathing?" Sam asked coming to a stop in front of us.

"That's not funny." I grumbled.

I didn't give Steve a chance to do anything. I bent down picking up Bucky's unconscious body. I positioned him over my shoulders so I held one arm and one leg to keep him in place.

"Willow I can carry him." Steve chided.

"So can I." I said simply.

Steve sighed but nodded. He knew I wasn't going to let him take James from me. I followed behind the two men towards our "getaway car". I chuckled to myself at the sight of the small dark blue beetle. Sam opened the door then moved up the seat so I could sit James in the back seat. I climbed in to sit next to him. The car ride was silent but the air was tense. I knew both men wanted to say something. Most likely two completely different things.

Steve pulled the car into an old run down warehouse. I pulled James out then carried him to the other side of the room where I gently sat him against the wall.

"Sam, give me a hand." Steve said.

I watched as Steve raised up part of an old wench then nodded for Sam to do something. I stepped forward when Sam grabbed Bucky's metal arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned harshly.

"When he wakes up he could still be the Winter Soldier. It's just a safety precaution." Steve told me.

I scoffed turning away as Steve tightened it down on his friend's arm. When he was done he excused himself out of the room.

"Care to explain why you ran off like that?" Sam asked quietly.

"I didn't want us to loose track of him again." I told him.

He sighed.

"Will, you promised to be honest with me." He said in exasperation.

"How can I be honest if I don't know what the hell is going on myself?" I asked a bit harsher than I meant to.

"What does that mean?" Sam questioned.

I was the one to sigh this time.

"Ever since we found him things have started to change. The more I talk to him. The longer I'm near him I can feel every emotion I use to have coming back to the surface. They're not just memories anymore." I explained softly.

I felt so bad. I didn't understand it at first. I thought I was just caring about him more because I could remember him. In reality, every second around him brought me closer to loving him again. I didn't want to hurt Sam. He was a great guy and he'd been there for me through so much since we met but I can't stop these feelings from resurfacing.

"You're falling in love with him again aren't you?" Sam asked.

"I don't know if you'd call it falling." I muttered.

"Willow" Sam huffed.

I walked over to Sam then leaned my head against his chest. His arms wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top my head.

"Just give me some time to figure out exactly what I'm feeling. Please." I spoke into his chest.

I stepped back not paying much attention to the groaning behind me. Sam grabbed each side of my face then kissed me softly. Another groan behind me made Sam and I both turned around to see James awake and watching us with a look of either pain or disgust.

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[botanicalbarnes]

What I’m Fighting For

Prompt/box filled: “Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore.” for @lovestrucktom and @peeterparkr , “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. please don’t do this.” for @borhapparker ,  ‘What I’m fighting for’ for @goodthingshappenbingo , Haunted by the past for @star-spangled-bingo , families of choice for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: Mentions of previous abusive relationship and rape, descriptive violence (domestic violence and other), pregnancy, angst, happy ending

A/N: I think this is a first for me. I hope I’ve done this right, please let me know!

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The knocks at the door made you lift your head from the floor where you lay bleeding and sobbing. For the past hour, you kept slipping in and out of consciousness, every one of your limbs feeling heavy and tired. A hand lay securely across your still flat stomach. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to lift as much as a finger to open the door. The police would have to break down the door. You could only make out the door being kicked down and few large figures dressed in what was definitely not police gear. A big man immediately crouched by your side when he saw you. Yousteel-blue able to see a pair of steel-blue eyes before everything blurred together again into darkness.

*

Your eyes blinked open, the white lights all around you taking a bit to adjust to. You try to pull your hands up to your face, but find them to be held down. You turn your head frantically to see your feet and hands strapped down. No no no no god please no. He’s back, he has you. Now you’ve done it. He’ll kill you this time. Tears streamed down your cheeks like waterfalls as your sobs shook you helplessly. 

The door next to you opened and in walked in two men. One with a white lab coat, the other sporting a metal arm. “Hey hey woah. We’re not going to hurt you, we want to help you!” His hands reached out in front of him, you saw their eyes shift uncomfortably and fearfully down to your hands. 

Following their gaze, you saw the blue glow surrounding your hands. Your breath grew desperate. Oh god, not again. The one with the metal arm stepped forward. “Please calm down. No one is going to hurt you, I promise.” 

“Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here? Let me go!” Your words had turned to screams between cries.

“You’re in the med bay of the avengers compound. I’m Bucky. This is Bruce. We want to help you. We know you have powers, and we want to help you learn to control them.” You took a breath and calmed down a bit. “Can you tell us what happened?” You opened your mouth and closed it. ‘Don’t trust anyone.’ Said a little that little voice inside you, while another part of you bet everything that you should trust him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn toward the other man and whisper something to him before they both walked out. He gave you one last lingering glance before they left.

You could have been lying there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. Your thoughts ran wild and you had no idea what to think. What would happen to you? What had you done? Would he come back to finish what he started?

Your scared eyes went to the door again as a young woman stepped in. She was cautious of her movements as she got closer to you. “Hi. I’m Wanda. I can remove those restraints, but I need you to promise me that you won’t freak out too much. It was just a precaution. We didn’t know how you’d react.” You nodded your head slowly. She mumbled an ‘Ok, great.’ and with a swish and flick of her wrist and glowing red energy, you were free. You sat up quicker than you should have despite the pain it brought.

“Y-you, y-y-you’re like me? I-I don’t understand. What’s happening? What happened to him? What happened to me?” Your hand shot to your abdomen; she saw the panic in your eyes. 

“Your baby’s fine. Thankfully, we got you out of there on time to help you. We’re going to take care of you. We’ll explain everything once you’re a little better. We want to make sure you’ll be fully recovered before you get out of the med bay. Can you tell me what you remember?” 

Her question made you turn away and hug yourself tightly. “Everything.” You whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

*

Everyone at the compound welcomed you warmly despite your guardedness. You could tell and appreciated how they tried to make you feel at home. Especially Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha. You didn’t know much about them or any of the avengers before meeting them. You didn’t know about most news or happenings, Travis just told you things he considered you needed to know, which in his eyes, was barely anything.

Wanda had asked you the first day what you remembered, and all you could say then was ‘Everything’. Unfortunately, that was the truth. Bucky, Nat, Wanda and you bonded gradually over your powers, your feelings, your training and eventually, you told them everything. Once you started, you couldn’t stop. You told them about how Travis was everything you could dream of at first. How once he made sure you couldn’t leave him, he showed his true colors. You told them about how you were raped. How you were beat until you could hardly move. How his words were like whips that hurt almost as much as the wounds he inflicted.

You found comfort in getting if off your shoulders. You grew to trust them; you all knew that everyone in the tightly-knit circle could understand each other's feelings and situations better than most. You still found it surprising that Bucky made it into that small circle, you knew everyone else was just as surprised. For some inexplicable reason, he made you feel safe. 

You could manipulate space, matter, and energy with your powers like Wanda, and she saw training you to control them. You could protect yourself and your child now; you weren’t helpless and weak like Travis made you believe for so long. You were strong and powerful, with people on your side that you knew cared about your wellbeing. 

That knowledge, as comforting as it was, couldn’t stop the nightmares that plagued some of your nights.

*

The car filled with the hilariously off key singing of you and your family. How they convinced you to take a week and a half off work for a road trip, you’d never know. All you knew was that you were glad to be with your family after going so long without seeing them.

With your mother being a successful surgeon, your father a scientist (specializing in god knows what), your younger brother David a professor, and you a nurse, none of you had much time or opportunity to visit each other.

“Dad, how long till we reach that hotel for the night? We gotta wake on time tomorrow.” You said once the song was over.

“Well, we’re still in the middle of nowhere. GPS says we’re two hours away. But really Y/N, what’s the rush? We can be a little late. Besides, the sun is just going down.” 

You looked out the window with a playful huff and a grin. He was right, no reason to worry for nothing when you were supposed to be relaxed. 

Headlights shone through from behind and you saw your parents exchange an anxious, almost scarred look. You had been the only car on the road for about an hour at that point, and it was just getting dark. 

The black car caught up to yours and drove on directly beside the car even as your dad sped up. Their windows rolled down and the person on the passenger side took a gun out, taking aim, and shooting at the tires. All in a matter of seconds.

They shot at the window, thankfully your parents weren’t hit. You felt everything slow down. The screams of yourself and your family only a dull noise in comparison to the havoc around you as the car swerved violently and quickly. 

You watched in slow motion as the huge tree ahead got closer and closer until you felt the crash. You shot forward but were pulled back abruptly by your seatbelt. Shards of glass shot every which way. Your vision was a blur. 

Your eyes shot uselessly to your parents. Blood seeped and streamed from their cuts. Your mom was pressed against the dashboard, your dad against the wheel. His arm was extended out to her limply.

You used as much effort you could to see David. His eyes were fluttering shut and his head was hanging to the side. The left side of his face was bloodied and bruised, tears ran down his cheeks. You wanted nothing more in that moment than for all of it to be a twisted illusion. 

You tried to call out to them, scream their names, yell for help, anything. But all that came from your lips was a faint whisper. 

Your own pain and blood loss was making your vision even worse as your silent and weak sobs racked you. A large shadow through the bright headlights approached and ripped off the driver's seat door. You heard the groans of your father as he was dragged out behind the car. They opened the trunk. 

“OPEN IT! NOW!” The menacing voice growled. 

No answer came. “We have come VERY far for this. Did you really think Hydra would let you off that easy? That we wouldn’t find you? This is the last component.”

“You know what? I think we’ll have a great time killing your family if you don’t want to cooperate with us.” The doors swung open and you felt yourself be pulled out roughly. Your brother and mother were sat up by force beside you. Panicked words of protest came from your dad with cries and pleas. Your eyes looked to the side. There was no way your mother was still alive. A large man held her limp body up to a kneeling position by her neck and hair. 

David’s eyes danced around before landing on you and mouthing an ‘I love you’. He knew what would happen. The bang of the shot filled the air and he fell back. 

The man turned abruptly turned to your mother's body. He took aim again and shot repeatedly, merely for the effect. He turned to you. You would have welcomed death then, but he stopped and looked back to your dad. “So? You feeling more helpful now?”

He looked to you with an apologetic look. You watched as he punched in a code. “Go. To. Hell.” Curses came from the two men.

Loud beeps increasing as the gun went off one more time and your dad fell to the ground. 

With one more long beep, the whole world seemed to stop. At first, all that happened was a small burst of blue energy and the light coming from the other car dimmed to nothing. 

Then an explosion. The electric light cackled and extended to everything. The men were thrown back with such force that they hit trees and even through the chaos you heard the distinct shattering and breaking of a bone. Dead.

You were thrown in time with them, but you only landed in the clearing with a thud. You were consumed with the energy and your body and soul burned with it. You just saw it coursing around you despite it having subsided everywhere else before your eyes shut to blink.

When they opened again, you were on the hardwood floor of your old apartment that you shared with Travis.

He was standing above you with his hand still raised after hitting you. 

As much as you wanted to get up, you stayed down. Maybe he’d calm down if you did. One good thing (pretty much the only good thing about carrying his child was that it had minimized how often he beat you. Significantly. 

You hoped so much, laying there in front of him helplessly, that he would be satisfied with bashing your head against the table and throwing you to the floor. You wished yourself anywhere but there. You wished your child to be safe, to not be subjected to his cruelty, even before they were born. 

Hugging yourself tightly, you curled into yourself as a kick landed against you. He leaned down and pulled you up against the all harshly, only to throw you again. You felt a sharp swift pain in your abdomen and all sense you had was lost. 

Standing shakily, you looked at him with blood streaming down from your forehead and thoroughly busted lip. “No.” You stated. Travis laughed deeply.

“No? No what? I’ve been getting careless with your discipline, haven't I? And why should I keep being so? Not like the brat matters anyw-” 

You cut him off, mustering up all your strength to toss a vase at his head with a shout. “You will not hurt my baby! You’ve hurt me for so long and I was stupid enough to not get out while I could. But I will not let you lay a finger on my child!” As the last words left your lips as a sharp yell, you felt an energy stream out of you uncontrollably. One that you’d only felt once before. A feeling you had tried to forget ever since.

You fell backward with a loud thud. Pure exhaustion overcame you but still, you pushed yourself up when you saw Travis getting up with a murderous rage burning in his eyes. “Now you’ve done it, you bitch.” His eyes traveled down to your still glowing hands. “You’re a fucking monster. You shouldn't be alive,  and neither should that baby.” 

The fear in his eyes outshone the threats and you started stepping closer to him slowly. Too late to stop now. You were scared of yourself,  not knowing what was happening to you. He took a glass bottle and threw it at you, clearly thinking you didn't have it in you to do any more damage. Hearing the shatter, he grabbed another and slammed it against your head. The broken pieces cutting into you as you landed on the floor. 

Travis was talking again but you couldn't make out the words he said, the ringing in your ears adding to the faintness you felt made it near impossible to listen or even just think. 

He kicked you and you screamed as loud as you could. Perhaps someone would hear you. You were racked with power one more time before everything around you practically burst. Vases, mirrors, furniture and even Travis flew in every direction. 

This time he didn't get up.

*

You woke in a cold sweat, your throat dry and burning from screaming. A hand took yours and another gripped your shoulder. A high shriek left you when your eyes met a pair of blue ones glimmering in the moonlight bleeding in through the blinds. 

“Hey woah, woah, it's just me. I heard you screaming and I thought you might be in trouble.  I made Friday open the door for me.” You calmed down a bit when you heard his voice.  

“Just a bad nightmare. More like memories actually.”

“Do you maybe wanna talk about it?  You know I'm always here to listen.” You stared at him a minute before nodding. Everything you'd tried to forget and move on from was resurfacing.  And he listened intently and patiently.  No one really knew the full story until him. You cried into his shoulder and effectively drenched his shirt in your tears but he only wrapped an arm around you and held you warmly. 

Once your cries subsided and the tears streaming down your face had dried, Bucky shifted and stood. “You should get some sleep, iguess I'll get going now. Good-night Y/N, if you need anything, you know I'm just next door.” 

He was almost at the door when your voice cut through the silence of the room with a “Wait!” You exclaimed all too quickly, instantly feeling your cheeks heat up. “Can you-uh-could you p-please stay? I-I um think it might help me sleep.” He nodded and walked back to your bed where he had been sitting just before. You folded back the covers, inviting him to lie down there. When he did he shifted comfortably to lay on his side facing you. 

“Is this ok?” He whispered and you hummed an ‘mhmm’. And you stayed like that, just looking at each other until both of you fell asleep. 

That kind of became the usual arrangement. He was like a warm blanket, helping you fall asleep and keeping nightmares far from your mind. He took care of you, and you liked it. Perhaps too much.

You’d never know what you did to deserve someone like him in your life. Someone who genuinely cared about you and did what he could to make you feel comfortable and safe. He brought laughter back into your life, and even in your short time at the compound, you felt content and healing slowly, bit by bit.

Movie nights, walks and runs around the compound and in parks with Bucky filled the empty space in your schedule. You had even started training together, and with his and Wanda’s help combined, you were getting quite good at controlling your powers and your skills increased steadily.

He was so kind and respectful to your boundaries but teasing and close at the same time. Whenever you felt down or anything like that, Bucky was there to listen, and when you needed space or time with the girls, he gave it to you. You didn’t deserve to have him in your life. 

*

“I am going to be the best fucking aunt ever.” Nat proclaimed loudly in the middle of IKEA; much to the horror of the two mothers and kids in earshot. 

“No. I am.” Wanda said curtly.

“First of all, chill. You'll both be the greatest aunts.  And second,  can you believe there are less than three months left!” A small smile decorated your face thinking about it. Even though it had only been about 5 months,  you knew your friends would always be with you. 

“Hey Y/N/N check this out.“  Bucky called. When you all stood next to him, you could see the hero themed nursery display. Nat immediately went over to the Captain America things. Picking up a blanket and pillow,  she placed them next to a little Cap plushie. She pulled out her phone, took a picture, and sent it to the man himself, her boyfriend. 

“Ahhh! Ooo I need thi-oh and that! And that!” You actually squealed and you went around picking things up. You dropped everything though when you saw the Winter Soldier plushie and the folded Winter soldier color themed blanket under it. One one side was soft smooth grey-blue and light blue stripes with a big red star in the center, the other side was a fluffy blue. “We are getting these!  It's perfect! Nat bring the pillow and the plushie please.” 

She happily obliged.

On the way home, you made Bucky stop at a small playground that an ice cream shop was next to. 

Turning with a grin as you held your (favorite flavor) ice cream, you walked to sit on a bench by the playground. As you licked away, you noticed two parents playing with their little boy. They laughed and ran around. They picked him up and spun him around playfully.  He ran up to the slide as to outrun them and slid down giggling. 

But instead of stopping short and landing on his feet, he flew off and landed on the ground. His mother ran to him and pulled him to sit. Whimpers turned to little hiccups and wails as the woman examined his scraped knees. The man brought her a purse, from which she pulled a small tube of ointment and bandaids. 

She spoke softly to him as she wiped his tears then kissed each scrape lovingly before applying the ointment and putting the bandaid on him. His father sat him on his shoulders and promised the boy an ice cream cone. 

Next to you, your three friends must have not noticed your mood change. If they did, they gave no indication. 

*

You sat on your bed, with you head in your hands, surrounded by the baby books you had already bought. You cried and sniffled quietly. A knock sounded from the door before in walked Bucky. “Doll, Guess wh-” You wiped your tears quickly, but not quick enough. “Y/N what's wrong? Are you ok?” He sat beside you and stroked your back. 

“It’s just, I guess reality slapped me in the face today. Like, of course, I knew that this meant having a baby and raising them.” You said gesturing to your protruding stomach. “But I don't think I ever stopped to think about how hard it would be. I mean, I didn't think it would be easy but still. I guess I didn't want to think about it either. 

“But seeing that couple and their kid, it-i don't know. I realized that I'm doing this alone. That I am going to be a single mother. So many parents do it… but can I? I don't know the first thing about being a mom! What if I mess them up? If I can't take care of them or protect them! Travis is in prison but what if he gets out or finds us? 

“This is MY baby. But unfortunately, they're his too. And God, Is it too much to hope they don't look like him? What am I going to do?”

“Y/N, I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. We are all here for you. Whenever you need us, and even when you don’t, we’re here for you. He has no right to this baby, he won’t get out anyway. We’ll make sure of it. 

“You’ll be an amazing mother. I already know it. I’ve seen how you act and love. If your worry is being a single mom, than just don’t worry about that. Any man would be the luckiest bastard to be with you. Besides, if it’s any consolation, you have me.”

He gazed deeply, longingly, into your eyes, and you into his. He leaned closer to you, eyes flickering to your lips and back. You brain turned off, and you leaned in a little too. You looked down at his lips and just a second later, your eyes fluttered shut as his lips met yours gingerly. 

His hand slipped to your neck and gently tilted your face more towards his. You couldn’t even process your thoughts, the only clear one was that you felt better than you had in a very long time. It felt like your lips were made to be on his.

You parted slowly, like neither of you wanted the moment to end. And in truth, you didn’t.

He was already looking at you when your eyes opened again to look at him. Only a few inches were between you. With a resigned and almost pained look on his face, he took a breath and sighed. Then, “I love you.”

It was said so softly that you weren’t even sure you heard it. But still, the words were on the tip of your tongue. Because you did. You, the broken woman they found months ago, had been falling for Bucky Barnes.

Your phone went off, breaking you out of your trance. “It’s Nat. I really should take this. I’ll talk to you later Bucky. And thank you.”

You knew Nat’s call wasn’t urgent,all she really wanted to tell you was that she got some Black Widow things for the baby. But you needed to get out of there. 

As much as you wanted something with Bucky, it wasn’t the time. You should be focusing on your baby and your powers.Were you even ready to give your heart to someone again? Of course Bucky would never hurt you but still, you wondered. Besides, you would only hold him back. And you said it yourself, you didn’t deserve him; He’d be better off without you.

*

TWO MONTHS LATER

Avoiding Bucky turned into a whole job. Honestly you were tired of it but you couldn’t bear having to talk to him. If you were ever caught off guard, you quickly made up an excuse and waddled away. 

You knew he worried about you and wanted to talk but you couldn't bring yourself to face him. The girls were split between sides but didn’t show it. 

Days grew longer without him and you grew to the size of a moon. 

The whole team, with the exception of Bucky, were gone on a mission and weren’t due back until at least tomorrow afternoon. Of course it could be longer though. So at the time, your room seemed like the safest place to stay. You passed the time sitting on your bed, with snacks or even full meals, books or Netflix. Anything to pass the time. Even just feeling your belly as your baby kicked and moved and just talking to them.

“Ugh I’m a planet! You’re getting so big and strong in there my star. I can’t wait to meet you.” You whispered smiling, so enthralled that you didn’t notice the knock at your door or when it opened.  Bucky was met with a soft sight that tugged at his heartstrings.

“Y/N?” He said softly, making you shoot up and almost fall off the bed. Your eyes were wide and you felt yourself slightly panic. So much for ignoring him. He saw your mouth open to speak and your legs unfold as you stand and start to walk away. “No. Wait, Don’t leave. Please. I just- I need- I want-.” He took a deep breath. “I’m just worried about you. You’ve been avoiding me for two months! You won’t even look at me! And I can’t stand it. Not anymore. Talk to me. Please?” His voice dimmed so it was barely audible. “I wasn’t lying when i said i loved you. Please don’t do this. Please don’t push me away anymore.”

He wore his feelings clearly on his features, no longer holding back anything. You could see the tears threatening to spill.

“Bucky I-I can’t do this. Not now. I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. But, You want me to be honest?” A nod. “I realized that I love you! That I want to be with you and to be happy, Okay? And then I realized that’s wrong. That I shouldn’t want that! You shouldn’t want this! All because It’s not just me anymore. I have a baby that i have to take care of and worry about. A baby that I love so much even though they haven’t been born yet. Hell, I don't even know if they’re a boy or a girl. I’m so worried about being enough for them, about being everything they need and giving them all they deserve. Raising them will be a big challenge but it’s one I’ve been getting ready for the past months.

“I won’t make you have to do it too though. Because if I do, sure it always starts out perfect, ya know? But then it’ll hit you that you actually don’t want the burden of me and a child that isn’t even yours! And you’ll want out. I don’t think I could take that. Because I’m not just fighting for myself anymore. I’m fighting for my child. And I’m also fighting for all the people who are going or have gone through things like I have.

“I don’t even know what to say anymore. I just know that you should be with someone you’ll be happy with, someone without so many problems. Not me. More than anything, I’m just scared. Scared of messing it all up. Scared of the fact that you have power over me that I thought and hoped I'd never give to anyone again.. Scared of getting hurt again.”

Your face was red and tears almost stung as they rolled down your cheeks like waterfalls. Your breathing was heavy and you hugged yourself through your sobs. Bucky stepped forward to you and wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. Your tears soaked his shirt, and his sniffles filled your ears. 

Still holding you close, Bucky moved you two to sit at the edge of the bed. Your sobs quieted and Bucky pulled away from you to look at you. 

“Let me be there for you. Y/N I swear i love you, And believe it or not I love this baby too. From the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted to know you, and help you. These Past months I’ve fallen so hard for you. And call me crazy for it but I don’t know what I’d do without you here anymore. All i know is that i need you in my life more than you could need me. I will love you and help you as much as I possibly can. I can promise you I’ll never ever hurt you. I swear it. You’ve proven that you can protect yourself, but i’ll try damn hard anyway. You and the baby. If you let me. Please let me. Let me be with you and take care of you. You don’t have to do this alone.”

The sincerity in his eyes and the way he was caressing you made you want to push him away and reject him. But a voice inside you drowned out the thought and only screamed for you to let him in. “Ok.” Was all you said before you leaned in and kissed him before you could regret it. 

You felt at home and peaceful for the few seconds your lips were joined together.

“Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I guess I don’t want to be scared anymore. So let’s do this.”

**

4 years later

“Nova! Time to go! C’mon darling, get your sweater on.”

“I can’t find it mommy!” She yelled back from the living room.

“I got it.” Said Bucky as he walked in. He kissed you gently and went over to help Nova. 

“Thank You daddy! Mommy hurry! We’re gonna be late.” She sassed standing at the door.

“Ok, Ok, I’m going. Remember i still have to carry your brother and sister.”

“Shit.” Bucky whispered. “Grant lost his shoe!” You groaned and waddled around looking for your two year olds shoe. 

“You know what? We don’t have time for this. Just go get another pair and I’ll change them in the car. You grabbed your bag and ushered Nova out the door and into the car. Bucky came out a minute later with Grant. A couple minutes later, you were pulling out of your driveway and shortly after, you were pulling into Steve and Natasha’s. 

“Hey Y/N! How’re Becca and Jamie today?” Natasha cooed as she went straight to crouching in front of your stomach once you walked in. Steve walked over to hug you and pick up his godson. “Nova, Wanna help me finish dinner?” Your daughter nodded emphatically. She loved her auntie Nat. That just left you and Bucky, Steve was taking Grant to their three year old boy Ethan. He helped you with your coat and stood in front of you. As close as he could with you once again pregnant belly in the way.

After Nova was born, (As Nova Phoebe Barnes), you quickly confirmed that Bucky was perfect. Everything (from her birth to the present) was 1000 times easier with him by your side. Without a doubt he was her father even if they didn’t share blood. 

A month after Nova had turned one year old, Bucky and you were married. All doubts you ever had were long gone. 

Though you were barely ever away from your baby girl except for the easiest of missions, you and Bucky managed to have little getaways every now and then when Nat and Steve agreed to babysitt. That’s how Grant David Barnes happened, conceived just four months after your wedding. 

Through good times and bad, you both stuck to your vows, to each other, and to your little family.

Then just four months ago, you found out you were pregnant again. With twins. 

Everyone teased you saying that you and Bucky couldn’t keep it in your pants and that you fucked like rabbits. Though partly true, let’s just say that super soldier sperm was powerful stuff. You enhancements didn’t help either.

Both your kids so far had tested positive for having you and Bucky’s abilities. But you didn’t need a test to prove that. All of ‘em kicked like kangaroos on steroids. Sometimes they’re playing and accidentally break things or hurt others without meaning to. 

You’re training them to keep their powers under control slowly but surely. Never too early. Nova just learned to make tiny force fields. Her uncle Steve made sure she’s always safe though. It’s pep-talk central whenever she goes crazy or excited.

That’s how you got here. Happy at last, proud of the family you had built with the man you chose. You both still worked when you were needed but now you were only called for emergencies; for the next five months of your pregnancy and a few more after, you wouldn’t be called at all.

Bucky kissed you softly on the forehead, breaking you from your thoughts. “You okay?”

“Yeah, never better. Just thinking about how happy I am.” With a lingering kiss, you took his hand and led him to the dining room, where Nat and Nova were setting the table. 

If anyone had told you five years ago that you'd be here, like this, you might have cried and rejected the idea. But now, seeing your family, you might cry for an entirely different reason.

***

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[wintersxsoul]

You Saw Me (10)

Summary: You have the life you’d always dreamt of. The job of your dreams, the perfect boyfriend and the best group of friends. But what happens when that life is not enough and your soulmate is not who you thought it would be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst and a bit of fluff maybe??

A/N: My lovely @all1e23 is the beta for this series so give her some love because she has to put up with my infinite bullshit because my brain was fried. A reblog and comment are always appreciated and what feeds my soul to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am. Taglist is CLOSED. Sorry for the delay ily.

Trains were your favorite way of travelling since forever, it gave you the amount of time and peace you needed to think things through. Chicago was almost 24 hours away by train, so that was a lot of thinking.

“You knew all along...Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was selfish and I couldn’t bare the idea of losing you, but seeing what my acts have caused, I would’ve told you when I found out.”

Jake told you how he saw Bucky’s tattoo a year ago and how he acted when he asked about his soulmate. Bucky never intended to tell either of you but once Jake discovered it, everything changed. He asked Bucky for weeks who his soulmate was, trying to gather information because the date seemed familiar and after a lot of questions, Bucky broke down and confessed. It was the first and only time Jake had seen Bucky cry inconsolably, clinging to his shirt and shaking. He held him for hours until he couldn’t cry more, he kept shaking and mumbling apologies.

After that, Jake was furious because of the lies they told you but he understood, he still understood even though it was the wrong thing to do. Bucky wanted the best for you two, even if that meant losing you forever, his friend and his soulmate.

You looked at your reflection in the window, the salty tears running down your cheeks, your eyes swollen from crying non stop for days.

You gained the courage to speak to Nat and Sammy first, you needed desperately their support even after all. They showed up at your doorstep in less than 15 minutes and after a lot of explanations and apologies, they held you while the three of you cried. It was relieving to know they’d hated the lies and the secrets as much as you, and keeping all that from you was the hardest and worst thing they had ever done.

You explained them the long conversation you had with Jake and how happy you were for him and for Samara.

Then you contacted Stevie and Peggs, knowing that seeing them together now would hurt you deep, because you could’ve had that long ago. Steve told you that Bucky wanted to tell you and gained the courage to do so a lot of times, but he chickened when he saw you with Jake, he saw how happy you were and doubted you’d be with him, so he just ceased from trying. Peggy told you the crazy amount of fights Steve and Bucky had because of this and how it seemed like it would end their friendship sometimes.

“The last fight really had an impact on both of them, they didn’t talk to each other until  Bucky’s opening of the academy…”

That was the fight you witnessed at your apartment, that was why Steve looked so agitated and Bucky looked so...hurt.

Healing has always been easy for you, forgiving and forgetting, none of that was a problem but trusting them again was going to be harder. Trust was something you unfortunately gave everyone blindly and that, that was your biggest virtue and flaw.

 “If you need to escape, just get a train and come over.” Jake’s proposition ran through your head for days until you decided to get a ticket and leave without saying goodbye. A part of you knew that you were going to regret going to visit Jake and Samara, but the other part knew you needed closure and time away, so Chicago granted you all that.

 “She left? Is she okay?” Nat looked at Bucky and frowned, trying to guess who had called.

“I know...I know I fucked up big...no, don’t say we. I was the one supposed to tell her when I found out...Jake...just...yes, I’ll let Tasha know.” Bucky picked on his nails, a nervous tic Nat hadn’t seen since their first date so many years ago. He sighed and covered his eyes with his left palm, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger. Bucky nodded, letting out a shaky farewell and throwing the phone across the couch, landing next to Nat.

“She went to visit him. Do you think that’s something good?” Do you think she will be able to forgive me, Bucky wanted to ask Natasha but instead he shook his head and stood up, getting his leather jacket, his phone and keys.

“You want me to go with you?” She knew the answer before even asking the question, but she had to try at least. If she couldn’t help you, the least she could do was help Bucky, as stubborn as he was, he needed it.

“No, I’m headed to the academy.” He approached Nat and held her face with his two hands, pressing his forehead to hers. “I know you are worried, but I’ll be fine, I just need time to think.”

Nat nodded, her eyes closed, trying to etch this moment into her memory. She misses Bucky, she misses being loved by him and being able to love him, but that died a long time ago. Neither of them talk about it anymore, but their tattoos are the reminder of what they had and the strong connection they still have after all they’ve been through.

“Tash…” She breathed in and pulled back, smiling sadly at his best friend.

“I’m sorry, I just…” Bucky kissed her at the top of her head, running his fingers through her red hair.

“I know, Tash, I know.” She nodded, more to herself than to him. She would never say it out loud or even admit it to herself, but after all these years, her heart still ached for his.

��I’ll call you later, Я люблю тебя.” Her smile reached her eyes this time, and Bucky knew they’d be just fine.

“Me too, now get out before I kick you for making me sad.” He chuckled and left, the sound of his laughter still echoing in her chest. She sighed and grabbed her phone, typing a short message to you.

Call me if you need me, clear your mind. We’ll be here waiting, always. Take your time to heal, I’m sorry. I love you.

 You smiled at Nat’s message, your heart growing heavy. You missed her already, you missed your best friend with your whole chest. You knew the second you read that message that you had forgiven her.

You sighed deeply and got off the bus, you were ready to face the music. Once you reached the exit of the bus station, two strong familiar arms were embracing you, the familiar scent you had missed so much soothing all of your senses.

“You fucking scared me, asshole.” You mumbled to his chest, a huge smile on your face and tears staining his grey shirt.

“Hello to you too, peaches.” You held him tighter, not wanting this moment to slip away from you. After a few more minutes, you pulled back and looked at him. He looked like himself, but something about him seemed different, brighter. You grinned at him and looked behind him, frowning when you didn’t see anyone else.

“Where is she?”

“She told me that I needed to face you on my own, that I was a grown up.” Jake rolled his eyes but his lovestruck smile gave him out completely.

“She’s perfect, huh? You always end up with the best.” You elbowed him when he nodded and shrugged his shoulders, smirking at you.

“What can I say, I guess I have a type.”

“Okay loverboy, let’s go. I wanna meet this goddess already, I had enough of your pretty face.” On your way to his car, he held your hand in his, reality finally crashing on you. You felt nothing, all that emotions you felt whenever he held your hand were gone. All you had left were the memories. At that moment, you thought of Natasha, how hard it must have been for her to lose him like that, without a previous warning.

“Why are you so silent?” Jake asked you, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but suddenly all you could let out were sobs. Jake pulled over and held your hands in his, making you look at him.

“Can I see it?” He nodded, letting go of your hands to pull up his right sleeve. You looked at his big green eyes, asking for permission. He got closer to you so you could stretch your hand to touch the tattoo. You caressed the thin lines with your thumb and smiled.

“All these years waiting in vain.” You said sadly, contemplating the contrast of the white marks with his tanned skin.

“They weren’t in vain, I wouldn’t trade the time I spent with you for anything in the world.”

“I haven’t seen mine yet, I can’t find the strength to look at it.” Before he could even think of an answer, you let out what was paining you the most. “I can’t believe it wasn’t you, I wanted you, no one else. And I’m sorry to admit this, but I’m glad that you all lied to me, it gave me time to be with you.”

“I know what I feel for Bucky, and that will never go away. But I’m glad he gifted us with all these years. The worst part is the disappointment, the truth. We were never meant to be, but I’m glad we were for a bit.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry I couldn’t be strong enough to tell you the truth, I really am.” You smiled at him, your heart finally lighter, softer.

“I know, I know.” You cleaned the smudged mascara while Jake drove again. Now you were ready to face the future, ready to face the truth.

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[whatarubberchicken]

The Bodyguard’s Tale -Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Lance’s next excursion wasn’t any better; he somehow got it into his head that he wanted to try hunting ducat. Whatever that was. Apparently, some guy named Coran told him all about them and where to find them. However, after a full day of tromping through the Altean jungle, he and Keith didn’t find anything. And when a tired, muddy, bedraggled Keith asked Shiro about it later, the man had laughed and suggested snipe hunting instead.

He was fairly certain they were being played. So was Lance.

In retaliation, Lance convinced him to help with a little prank. Somehow, the Altean prince had gotten ahold of a couple-dozen half-feral klanmüirls. Keith, openly shaking his head and secretly snickering for the sheer brilliance of it, had the task of putting a collar on each one that clearly stated that the beast was one of 25. There were only 24 klanmüirls. Then they set them loose in the Grand Hall, just before the High Council was called into session.

Keith had never seen such mayhem.

It was glorious.

Uptight lords ran around, panicking, yelling, and trying to catch the stray animals; women were screaming shrilly as several beasts mistook their shiny jewelry for a snack—Lotor had a huge one chasing him that was sure his hair was something edible—even Shiro’s calmer efforts to corral them was hilarious in its own way.

Keith and Lance were literally unable to stand, they were laughing so hard.

Unfortunately, their fun came to an end when Allura caught them hiding behind some draperies. Keith thought for sure they were doomed, but in exchange for her silence, the princess decided to have a bit of her own fun instead.

The next day, Lance and Keith looked at each other miserably as they were forced to try on dress after dress for the princess’s amusement. (She did not, as a small mercy, make them leave her quarters in the dresses, which Keith was eternally grateful for.)

“Does this one make my butt look big?” Lance asked, looking in the mirror while his sister was off trying to find accessories for them. The apparent reasoning behind this whole fiasco was that she wanted to see how different outfits looked side-by-side.

Why she couldn’t use her own ladies….

“I don’t think you have the hips for it,” a voice by the door laughed before Keith could reply. They both whirled around to see Shiro standing there, snickering. “Or the chest!”

“What are you doing here?!” Keith hissed, attempting to cover himself with another dress. Embarrassing himself in front of his best friend was not in the job description!

“Ah, Shiro! You have those documents I needed signed?” Allura said, handing her brother some jewelry as she crossed the room to the ambassador. Keith narrowed his eyes at her. So, she’d arranged this, the scheming little—

“Right here, princess,” Shiro said cheerfully, handing her some forms. “And I—uh, love your new models.”

Keith growled and Lance freed a hand long enough to give Shiro a rude hand gesture.

“Aww, did Lotor not come with you?” Allura pouted, looking behind the ambassador. Keith gaped at her in horror. His brother? Seeing him like this?! She was EVIL!!

“Unfortunately, Prince Lotor had some pressing business to take care of,” Shiro said, grimacing. Keith snorted. Undoubtedly, his brother simply hadn’t seen how a visit to see his betrothed would benefit him and had brushed off Allura’s invitation. “He swears he’ll make it up to you later.” Shiro glanced at the two boys again, and barely hid his laughter behind his hand.

“Of course, if he’d known what was waiting for him, I’m sure he’d have come,” he added, grinning at Keith.

“Don’t you dare tell him!” Keith hissed, trying to wiggle out of his dress to go threaten Shiro properly.

“And now, Princess, I have some pressing business of my own… That’s a good color on you, Keith!”

“Shiro! Get back here!!” Keith yelled, struggling harder. He ended up stumbling around and crashing into Lance, who yelped when they went down in a pile of limbs.

“Ow, mullet-head!”

“Shut up and get off me!”

“Excuse you! You’re the one on me!” Lance shouted.

“Move your leg!”

“Hey, watch the heel! Watch the heel!!”

“WHY are you wearing heels, Lance?” Keith asked, completely exasperated and still tangled up on the floor in what could be considered a very compromising position.

“Hey, if I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it right!” The Altean prince had the nerve to pose.

“Ugh, you idiot!”

“Oh yeah? I’m not the one who—OOF!” Lance groaned. Keith winced. He’d accidently kneed the other boy in the stomach.

“Sorry.”

“You Galra, always so violent!” Lance cried dramatically, throwing a hand over his eyes for effect. “Sister-dear, did you see how he brutalized me?!”

“My poor brother,” Allura gushed, joining in the drama effortlessly. “You must be traumatized! Facial masks for both of you!!”

Lance cheered. Keith suppressed his urge to bang his head on the floor. The royal siblings were two of a kind, and a royal pain in his—

“C’mon, Keith, let’s get you exfoliated!!”

Quiznak.

………..

The next few weeks were more of the same. Lance got into more bar fights (which Keith had to step in and defend him for, even if the prince had a pretty good right hook himself) and attempted to learn how to play some sort of wind instrument (Keith chucked it out the window after the third day and claimed it must be in Lance’s messy room somewhere. Win-win for him; Lance had to clean his room, finally, and Keith was no longer subjected to the sound of a dying cat).

The best times were when Lance decided to hang out with Allura, usually studying spellcasting or playing Monsters and Mana. (Keith decided to forgive her for the dress debacle, since those few hours were the most peace he had these days. Still, he swore Lance cheated at that game, there was no way anyone could roll that many Nat 20s.)

Lance also attempted to learn how to use a sword, which Keith had to help him with. The prince was surprisingly light on his feet, but he was no match for Keith’s strength, even if he was Altean. Still, he was stubborn, and those practice matches were very enjoyable for Keith. Especially the way Lance’s eyes would sparkle every time he learned a new move or managed to land a hit….

NOPE! Nope. That was just the adrenaline talking. Keith loved the adrenaline rush. That was all.

Finally, the king and queen deemed Lance worthy of representing Altea on another world. Keith was apprehensive until he found out the mission wasn’t going to take long; it was just a festival that the locals called Clear Day. Shiro even offered to accompany them and make sure Lance didn’t get into too much trouble.

Keith regretted it the moment they touched down. So many lights and noises and smells—

“It’s a carnival,” Shiro exclaimed softly, his eyes wide. “We used to have them on Earth all the time!”

“Really?” Keith asked, interested in learning more about that part of himself. And honestly, watching Shiro was easier on his eyes than all these flashing lights….

“Hey, where’d Lance go?” Shiro suddenly asked.

Keith spun around, looking for the prince who had just been at his side.

“QUIZNAK!”

They searched for nearly an hour before they found him at the shooting games, entertaining several females with his ability to get them some cheap little stuffed animals.

“Lance!” Keith roared. “You know you’re not supposed to go off on your own!!”

Lance took one look at the rage on his face and, to Keith’s astonishment, he ran. What the quiznak?! Where did he think—?

“Get back here!” he yelled after the wayward prince, only vaguely aware of Shiro laughing behind him as he chased the other boy. Shiro could laugh, but it was going to be Keith’s ass if something happened to the prince!

Lance was darting left and right, trying to lose him in the crowd, but Keith was quicker. He tackled Lance right into a line of people. Keith pulled them both to their feet, and was about to start laying into the Altean when—

“Fine, fine, you can go first,” a bored, nasally voice said. The next thing they knew, they had been strapped into a ride and told to have a “blissfully burrowful time.”

All Keith could do was glare at Lance, which intensified when the animatronics all around them began to sing. Lance looked interested (for all of two tiks) and then he chanced a glance at his bodyguard.

“Just remember, if you kill me, you fail your mission,” he sang, grinning sheepishly.

“I remind myself that every day.”

The ride broke, right when they were in the middle of it. Keith groaned in despair and buried his face in his hands.

It took him less than five minutes to get fed up with the idiotic song and slash his way to freedom, dragging a laughing Lance behind him. The prince promised to pay for damages to the irate carny, but also pointed out that the ride had already been broken. Then Keith chimed in about how it could’ve been a trap to harm Lance’s royal person, blah-de-blah, and the worker quickly let them go with hasty apology for their troubles.

They were never coming back to Clear Day. Keith would beg Lance’s other bodyguards on his knees if he had to.

Now, they couldn’t find Shiro.

Some of the locals said something about a human being in the arm-wrestling tournament, but to get there, they had to pass the shooting games again. And of course, Lance wheedled and whined until Keith finally gave in and stopped to let him play for awhile.

It wasn’t like he was actually going to win anything… those things were totally rigged.

So, when Lance presented him with a stuffed red lion, Keith took it out of sheer disbelief—and ignored his flaming cheeks.

It was just to say sorry for that whole ride debacle. It’s not like it meant anything. Besides, they were both quickly distracted by the fact that Shiro was now the center of a cheering crowd of fans.

#bodyguard AU #vld #voltron #voltronsecretsanta2k19 #keith #lance #shenanigans

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Title: Please Don’t Leave

Using this Drabble List!

27 - Please stay with me

WARNINGS: Guns, Blood, Violence

The city was beautiful at night. The lights from the buildings surrounded you, taking your breath away. Or, maybe that was the hundred foot drop below you. You were crouched on the edge of a building, Spider-Man next to you as you waited for instructions.

It was a simple mission. Rescue the hostages, download any files they had onto a flash drive, and get out of there. Sure, it was your first mission as an Avenger, but you had trained for this. You could do this. You knew you could, you had complete control of your powers now, yet that didn’t stop your palms from sweating.

“Y/N, you and Peter go up to the top floor, take the flash drive and download any files you find on their computers.” You heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, cutting off your thoughts, and you glanced over at Peter, who met your gaze. You and Peter had known each other for years now. You had met in middle school, and had been friends ever since. You had been there for him when he had been bitten by that spider, and he had been there for you when you had been kidnapped by some scientists, and trapped in freezing cold temperatures that had somehow given you the powers of ice you had today. The two of you were the best of friends.

“We’re entering the building now. We’ll draw them out from the top story, so you shouldn’t have any problems.” Natasha said through the earpiece, and you brought your gaze to the nearby building, watching as the rest of the team made their way inside. Almost instantly, the sound of gunshots could be heard.

“You ready?” Peter asked, and you brought your gaze back to him and you nodded. “You’ll be fine.” He added with a smile, and you returned it. “Now lets go.” He pulled his mask on, and shot one of his webs at the top of the building. He held out a hand, and you stepped into it, letting him wrap his arm around you, and you wrapped yours around his neck.

Then, the air started rushing around you as Peter jumped off the roof, swinging towards a large window on the building. Your grip toughened around him, and you shut your eyes. No matter how many times you’ve done this, it still never got easier. Though after a moment, your eyes opened, and you let go with one hand. Feeling your arm go ice cold, you shot an ice spike from your palm, watching as it hit the glass window, shattering it just in time before the two of you swung through the now empty window.

Once you felt your feet on the solid ground, you stepped out of Peter’s arm, and quickly turned to look around the room. They hadn’t landed on the top floor, but instead the one below it. Luckily it seemed Natasha was right, it was completely empty. Hopefully the top would be too. You glanced over at Peter. “Remind me next time, to just take the front entrance instead of swinging.” You said with a laugh.

“You’d rather come up like 50 flights of stairs than swing through the window?” He asked, the eyes of his mask raising a bit, and he laughed. “Sure, next time I’ll let you do that. Though I won’t promise that the mission won’t be done by the time you arrive.”

You were about to respond, when footsteps from above you had you both freezing. “Nat,” You hissed quietly though your earpiece, “I thought you said the top floor was clear.”

“I thought we had gotten them all out. We might not have.” You hear her voice come through, mixed with grunting and gunfire.

“It’s fine, we can handle it.” Peter said, before glancing back at you. “You go up the stairs, I’ll go through the window. If we both go up the stairs, we’ll be pinned down with no way out.” He started back towards the window. “That sound good?”

“Oh, so you’ll leave me to be pinned down while you can swoop in and play hero?” You ask with a light laugh, before backing up towards the stairs. “Alright Mr. Hero. I’ll take the stairs.”

You turn around, and carefully start your way up the stairs, keeping your steps light and quiet so those upstairs wouldn’t know you were coming. There was a good chance they already knew, but it was worth a try. As you made your way up, you swallowed, and shook out your hands a bit. You could do this. You just had to keep repeating that to yourself. You could do this. You could do this.

As you reached the spot of the stairs where it turned, you pressed your back against the wall, and slowly glanced around the corner. You went back fully against the wall, raising a hand to the earpiece. “Only five guys.” You said quietly. “There may be more I can’t see, but so far I see only five.”

“Copy that. You ready?” You hear your friends voice through the earpiece, and you take a deep breath, steeling yourself. You could do this. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you quickly turned the corner, shooting another spike of ice from your palm, this time aiming at one of the men. The spike hit right above the man’s knee, the surprise and pain making him fall to one knee. As you entered the room, you heard glass shatter, marking Peter’s entrance. The man who had been talking to the one you had hit pulled out a gun, and aimed it at you. He fired, but before they could hit you a wall of ice came up between the two of you, thick enough that the bullets got lodged in it. The ice disappeared, and you charged at the man. He swung a punch towards your head, and you ducked, punching him hard in the gut, hard enough that he stumbled back a bit. Before he could regain his balance, you made a dagger made from ice, and buried it in his thigh. You kicked him in the stomach, but before you could do anything else, a harsh arm grabbed you from behind, yanking you away from the man, and tossing you to the ground.

You groaned as your head collided with the tile floor, and you looked up at the man who had thrown you, and realized it was the one you had first hit before you had entered the room. In the corner of your eye, you could see Peter dealing with the other three guys, and it looked like the other three were winning. Snapping your attention back to the man as he pulled out his gun, you blasted him with a stream of ice, sending him flying backwards and crashing hard into the wall. You scrambled back to your feet, blasting the other one you had been fighting, knocking him into the wall, the contact hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Then, you turned your attention to the three Peter was attacking. Creating another dagger of ice, you threw it, mentally cheering as the blade of it landed deep in one of the men’s arms. Peter snapped his head up to look towards you. “About time!” He said, leaping over one of the men, and grabbing him midair, pulling him with him, and using the momentum to slam the dude to the ground.

The one ripped the dagger out of his arm, and charged at you with it. As he swung the ice dagger towards you, it disappeared from his hand, and you punched him hard in the side of the head. A sharp yell from behind you had you turning around, and your eyes widened as you saw Peter stumble backwards, his arm bleeding from where the man he was fighting had sliced him with a knife he had. Eyes narrowed, you shot a stream of ice at the ground, having it grow until it was right underneath the man. As he took a step towards Peter, he slipped on the ice, crashing to the ground. Peter didn’t hesitate to web him to the ground. Holding the cut with his hand, he looked up towards you, about to say something, but you never heard it. The only thing you heard was the loud bang of a gun. Your hand came up to hold your stomach, before pulling away, and you looked down at your now blood-covered hand. You looked back up at Peter, your eyes wide. But then another bang echoed through the room, and your knees gave out from under you, even more blood coming from your stomach.

You watched Peter leap over you, and heard him punching the man repeatedly. “P-Peter.” Your voice was weak, and you coughed. You could feel the blood in your mouth, could feel it dripping from your mouth and onto your face.

Your voice seemed to snap Peter out of it, and he quickly knocked the man unconscious before racing to your side. “No. Nononono.” He quickly pulled off his mask. His eyes were wide, frantic. “Guys. Guys. Y/N. She’s been, she’s been shot. Please. Someone get up here please.” He said to the rest of the team, before pressing down on your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. “Please Y/N, please stay awake. Please, help is coming.”

Despite it all, a ghost of a smile grew on your lips. Of all the time you’ve known him, you had never told Peter how you truly felt. How you loved all the time you had spent together. How you loved all the adventures they had been on. How you loved him. Peter kept rambling, kept begging you to stay with him. But his rambling cut off as you gently lifted up a hand, setting it on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You said softly, your voice cracking. You coughed again, more blood escaping from the wounds in your stomach, but you kept going. “I-I’m sorry I never told you earlier. I’m sorry, I should have told you this before.” Peter tried to get you to be quiet, to save your strength. But you couldn’t. Already, darkness pressed at the edges of your vision. You had to tell him, you had to tell him now before you couldn’t tell him at all. “I love you.” You finally said, your voice wavering. “I love you Peter. So much. I have for so long now.” You groaned as Peter pulled you into his lap, having you sit up a bit more instead of laying completely flat. “I should have told you earlier.” You felt your head droop, leaning against his chest, and your hand dropped from his cheek, but you managed to bring your gaze up to look at him.

Peter wasn’t even trying to fight back any tears. They streamed down his face. “I love you too.” He said, his voice cracking. “Please Y/N, don’t you dare die on me now. We, we can go on a date. A wonderful date. We can go to the arcade, I know you love that. We can go there, but please just stay with me.”

Another light smile grew on your face. “I’d like that.” You said softly. “I’d like that a lot.” You heard rapid footsteps coming up the stairs, and you thought you could hear Natasha’s voice but you couldn’t be sure. Instead, you felt your eyes close, the darkness fully sweeping over you, claiming you.

#marvel #peter parker #spiderman #writing prompt #prompt list #peter parker x reader #avengers

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Chasing The Dream 6/10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (High School/College AU)

Warning: Angst. Underage drinking. Jealousy. Language. Heartbreak and arguing.

A/N: This is the series, the prequel of Chasing Dreams One Shot. They do overlap so if you need to read it I can link it when time comes.

Your father always warned you about musicians. They’re never good news, but Peter Parker is everything you could want. The other half to your groupie, rocker baby soul. Peter and the guys have big dreams to be rock stars, you couldn’t be a bigger fan of theirs. But your dad’s got a different path for your future, one that doesn’t include Peter and his band. But can Fame and dreams coming true really keep the two of you apart? Is this just a high school love? Or will you make it through the struggle of chasing your dreams?

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High School –

Y/N (Reality Waiting Just Around the Corner)

The guys first played at Amy Thompson’s birthday bash. She decided to have and being that she had to top everything and everyone, she had to have a real band for it. Things got interesting after that. Suddenly each weekend it was a new house and a different party they were being asked to play at.

You’d sneak out your bedroom window, running off into the dark with Peter during week nights. On the weekends, you told your parents you were staying with Nat and Wanda. Your father was getting pushy with the college brochures, sending new ones all the time. You stopped opening them, shoving them into your desk drawer and slipping out your window.

You had another argument with your dad on the phone about keeping your focus on the goal, college. Junior year was coming to a close, and you were looking forward to the summer with Peter and your friends. Your dad was talking college tours and getting a jump on your applications. You ended up yelling at one another and told him you weren’t joining him on tour this summer. You were going to enjoy your last summer at home.

Walking into the party late, irritated and already on the edge of losing your mind. You didn’t see Peter, the one party the guys weren’t playing. Which should have meant a good, fun night. You find Nat holding two fifths and sitting with Buck and a few others you knew.

“Hey you look rough.” She jumps up.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” You sigh.

“Yours.” She nods, handing over the flavored liquor.

“Anyone seen Peter?” You crack the lid and put it to your lips.

“He was heading for the keg in the kitchen not long ago.” Buck nods, pointing to another set of doors.

You nod, heading for them. Taking long pulls from the bottle as you make your way. Pushing into the kitchen you glance around, you double take. She was in Peter’s lap, his hand on the small of her back, the table and the both of them played quarters on the kitchen table. You turn on your heels heading straight back to Nat.

“What’s wrong?” Nat jumps up this time so does Buck, frantic looking.

“Dad was right about Musicians.” You bite your bottom lip, realizing your eyes were welling up with tears.

“What happened?” Buck looks you over.

“Amy is in Peter’s lap. She’s touching him, he’s touching her.” You chew the inside of your lip.

“Want to go home?” Nat rubs your arm.

“No.” You brush back the tears. You take a deep breath. “Revenge is sweet.” You shrug, uncapping your bottle and putting it to your lips.

“She was in his lap?” Buck’s brow connects.

“Have a look.” You wave your hand towards the kitchen. “But don’t you go getting between them.” You touch Buck’s chest. He nods, heading for the door, he steps back out a moment later.

“Want me to break him?” Buck looks down at you.

“No, I prefer my revenge, interesting.” You smirk. “But damn Steve looks good tonight.” You smirk taking another long drink from the bottle in your hand. Nat winces, Buck shift uncomfortably. “Or maybe I’ll let Jeremy Jenson make that story true.” You shrug, wandering off.

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“I need another drink.” Buck runs a hand through his hair.

“I might kill Amy.” Nat’s eyes slowly close.

“We might need to find the others.” Buck looks around quickly. “Steve!” He calls finding the blonde standing with Sam, and Wanda. Waving them over, they fill them in before heading for the kitchen.

“Just keep an eye on her, she showed up upset, I can only imagine how she’s feeling now.” Nat warns them as they fills their cups.

“Nat!” Peter calls from the table. Nat freezes, the five of them don’t turn, nobody calls back. “I’ll be back.” He says to someone else. Suddenly next to them. “Any of you heard from Y/N?” He looks around the group.

“Um.” Sam scratches the back of his head, swallowing hard.

“I’m going to do that thing you asked.” Steve looks at Nat, who nods before Steve leaves.

“What’s going on?” Peter looks from one to the other.

“You’re an idiot!” Nat shoves him hard in the shoulder.

“Hey, hey.” Buck pulls her back.

“What the hell Nat?” Peter looks around.

“You know she’s in love with you, why would you risk that?” Wanda swats at him.

“Why am I being attacked?” Peter looks at Sam and Buck.

“Really?” Buck scuffs. “Amy in your lap? Peter, I know you’re stupid, but this is a new low of stupid even for you.” Buck shakes his head.

“She just sat down, she’s Y/N’s friend. It was innocent.” Peter defends himself.

“Yeah, well hope you think the same thing. Cause she’s going to give you a taste of your own medicine.” Sam shrugs.

“What?” Peter’s brows snap up, his mouth comes open.

“She showed up already upset, another fight with her dad. Finding Amy in your lap sent her over the edge.” Nat glares at him.

“Is her fifth almost empty?” Buck moves away from everyone and heads for the front opening of the house where Y/N is drinking from the almost empty fifth in her hand and batting her eyes at a couple football players.

“Oh Christ, Buck she’s going to throw up.” Nat runs after him.

“What the hell is going on?” Peter rushes after them.

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Peter (Reality Blows)

Y/N slipped between a group of people and disappeared farther into the house. Words were exchanged, between Peter and the two guys hitting on Y/N.

“Great now were playing hide and seek with a drunk, angry, revenge seeking Y/N.” Nat shoots Peter a look.

“How was I,” he pauses when they both look at him with the same dirty look

“Okay scratch that, let’s just find her before she does something we both regret, and I can’t beg for forgiveness.” He sighs running his hand through his hair.

Nat had found her dancing in a group of girls, to some bullshit, pop song he knew she hated. But liquor makes Y/N more open to music apparently. Buck sits down on the couch next to Peter, with a loud sigh.

“Nat’s watching her.” He nods.

“Thanks.” Peter nods.

“You’re going to be doing a lot of groveling.” Buck looks over at him.

There is a bustle as Y/N joins a few girls dancing on one of the tables, Nat is hissing at her to get down. Y/N ignores Nat and moves to the song playing. Peter groans, leaning forward, his face in his hands knowing the guys standing around watching the girls were now watching his girlfriend.

“Booooo!!” Someone yells, and he hears Y/N squeal.

“Alright enough Y/N.” Steve lifts her off the table and flips her over his shoulder, Nat following as he takes Y/N out the back.

“Hello Stevie.” She giggles upside down as they past Buck and Peter.

“Crap.” Peter jumps up, Buck follows.

“Stevie.” She slurs.

“Set her down man.” Peter calls rushing around Steve as he sets Y/N on her feet. She sways, Peter’s arm curls around his middle as her legs wobble. He pulls her hair back from her face as she leans forward, hand on the edge of the garden wall, and starts to throw up.

“Aw man.” She groans looking down.

“What?” He leans down.

“I got it on my Beatles shirt.” She mumbles.

“What did you expect when you finished a fifth in close to an hour?” He smirks at her.

“I’m mad at you.” She gives him a dirty look.

“I know. I’m prepared to grovel babe.” He sighs nodding.

“In my car.” She nods. “Shirt.” She squints at him, as if he was thinking something else.

“Keys?” He lets go of her hair and pats her pockets.

Leading her towards her car, putting her in the passenger seat, he gets in behind the wheel. She’s fumbling with a shirt in her bag, he leans over helping her. When she’s in her clean T-shirt he leans back with a sigh.

“Why Amy?” She asks looking out the window.

“I don’t like her. She’s your friend, I was trying to be nice. I didn’t think she would get comfortable.” He rubs a hand over his face.

“My dad thinks I’m going to run off with you.” She sighs, looking defeated.

“Do you want too?” He looks over at her.

“I don’t know what I want.” She shrugs.

“Do you want to break up?” He holds his breath waiting.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I told him I’m not going touring with them. I’m staying here with you.” She looks over at him, sad eyes and ruined make up.

“Than I’ll make it your best summer yet.” He nods, his nose crinkles up. “You smell like vodka.” He chuckles.

“You smell like Amy.” She sasses back with a drunk laugh.

“Crash in my bed?” He smirks.

“Can we just stay there forever?” She runs a hand through her hair.

“Hey.” He reaches over, pulling her chin towards him. “Doesn’t matter if you’re half way around the world in college, you want to run away and hide. Call, come running, show up, I don’t care, I’ll give you an ever standing plane ticket. I’ll be your hide away, no matter what happens down the road.” He leans in kissing her forehead.

“I love you Peter.” She sighs, as he starts her car.

“I love you Y/N. Always have, always will.” He reaches over placing his hand on her thigh.

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Hero - Damsel Pt 2

Pt 1

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@himoverflowers, @theincaprincess, @aspiringtranslator, @sweeticedtea, @ggbbhehe4455, @thegreyberet, @patanghill17, @jesgisborne, @curvestrology, @alishlieb

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Deep in the dungeons your eyes locked with the Asguardian Princes’ as he smirked at you asking, “Why the disguise?”

“I prefer my privacy.”

He nodded with brows raised, “Hmm.”

“Besides, I’d rather not be asked why I prefer to fight without heels or a leotard.”

His smirk grew only to dim at your brows furrowing at the waft of scents flowing through the vents above you, “What is it?”

Closing your eyes he eyed your body curling up to softly withhold a sneeze against your flannel coated legs only to look up seeing his legs shifting at his clothes vanishing. In a peer over your knees you caught his stunned blink when he met your gaze wondering how you’d managed to vanish his clothes and not his chains. “Um,” his tongue darted out to wet his lips at your face scrunching up again, “Mum had this trick, think of a color.”

You met his gaze spotting his encouraging nod, “Yellow.”

“Now think of a vegetable.”

“Potato.”

“Now an animal.”

Inhaling slowly feeling your sneezing halt you replied, “Red Panda.”

His smirk grew again as he eyed you again, especially the strip of skin exposed on your sides through the cutouts across the backs and sides of your tank top before a crash drew your eyes to the door. Mouth agape the Prince glanced from there back to you then back again closing his mouth as the door blew off crashing into the wall across from it. Proudly Thor led the path inside looking over his brother only to drop his smile as he asked, “Why are you naked?”

Loki, “I really couldn’t say, Brother.”

Behind him Steve stepped inside looking you over curiously asking, “Who’s the girl?”

Thor glanced between you only to unhook his cape, help his brother to his feet and hook it around his waist while Peter unlocked his shackles. Weakly you smiled up at Bucky when he moved closer to unchain you, bringing with him the smell of fresh wax and paint on his fake arm stinging your eyes and nose. Over his shoulder Loki spotted your brows furrowing as Bucky shifted to unlock your feet, even with the pinch on your nose your body clenched and quietly contracted through your two sneezes unnoticed by the men around you. Within a moment Steve had covered his groin with his shield as Bucky peered down at his now naked form before glancing over his shoulder towards Loki who had just stopped mouthing the same trick to you. A forced smile spread over his face as he stated, “See, must be part of the defense system or something.”

Awkwardly Steve glanced at you while Bucky sighed and cupped himself when he rose to his feet ignoring the looks of everyone around him on his path back to one of the disarmed guards to steal their clothes with Steve shuffling sideways behind him. In a glance around the room Dr Strange tried to see where the beam he assumed to have caused the trouble was hidden while Peter helped you to your feet again. With an awkward glance between you and Tony Peter asked, “Um, Mr Stark. We’re taking Miss Pear with us too right?”

He raised a brow, “Miss who?”

Peter, “Pear, she works in your building. Helped with that transfer beam last month.”

Tony raised a brow as Hawkeye said, “Right, you’re the Ghost guy’s girl.”

Rolling your eyes at Tony’s inspection of you started your path to the door as you mumbled, “I’ll walk.”

A firm hand on your shoulder belonging to Thor stopped you as he asked, “Not a chance, where is Ghost Guy anyway?”

“Had to see some family.”

Tony, “Why didn’t he take you, you’ve been together quite a while?”

“We aren’t, ugh, firstly we’re not together, secondly, vacation time is on hold until after the quarter has ended, remember?”

Tony, “Huh. Well you’ll be paid, obviously.”

Dr Strange asked, “Did you see where the lasers came from? Quite an odd defense.”

With a palm on your shoulder Loki led you to the door saying, “Perhaps it’s meant to unsettle the intruder.” Firing a discrete wink at you on your path to the waiting jet where Nat eyes the three scantily clad men around you, shaking her head before turning back to the windshield to take off when you were all onboard. With a smirk Loki shifted to be closer to you leaning on your arm rest as he mentally asked, “Why my clothes?”

Blinking rapidly you answered shakily, “It’s random.”

He peered at you from the corner of his eye, “And the inspection of my armor before hand, I’m certain I imagined that.” Turning your head with a faint blush on your ears you caught his hint of a smirk and another wink at you, “Given different circumstances I’m certain me naked and alone with you would be far more enjoyable without the team there.” Rolling your eyes you looked forward again, “Chains are optional of course, should you wish it.”

Turning your head you met his gaze with a pointed glare forcing him to withhold his chuckle through the rest of the flight while Peter turned to start asking you more questions about your kidnapping.

.

An awkward wave left you when the suv’s pulled away from your doorstep to your apartment building. Once inside you chuckled softly at the three super suits laying across your bed, with a sigh you crossed the room grabbing them and mentally flashing back to the snippets you had absorbed from Loki at his mind linking with yours. Closing your eyes you pictured his room and teleported yourself there, looking around you walked to the large wall of windows looking out over the city until the door opened behind you. A smirk returned to the Prince’s face when you turned, he stepped inside closing the door behind him eyeing your figure fully saying, “Miss me already?”

Rolling your eyes you held out the suits draped over your arms, “Brought your suits back.”

With a nod his hand lowered to flick the pin securing the cape open, rolling your eyes again at his removing the cape to toss it onto the bed, his mouth opening with a soft chuckle at your vanishing again only to have him mentally link with you to say, “Oh come now, I won’t bite, hard.”

Mentally you scoffed back stirring a chuckle from him in return, “Goodnight Prince Loki.”

“Dinner at least?”

“Goodnight Prince Loki.” His chuckle sounded through your mind before you pushed your mental wall back up again.

…

All around you the legion of robots raged through the city while you waved your arms dissolving wave after wave of them protecting the city and people cowering behind your shields you had formed. All around you the Avengers appeared once again tailing after Loki, who seemed to be on an all out mission to be wherever both of your forms were. But just as they assumed he was getting closer to your female form this time as the last of the robots dissolved he had managed to push you out of sight, pinning you to a wall where his lips planted firmly on yours. Frozen in place the team all caught the curious sight and turned to head back to the ship giving Loki his privacy as they tried to figure out why he would be interested in the Ghost guy at all except for making you jealous possibly.

With a smirk he pulled back catching your glare at him stirring a chuckle from him, “Dinner. You, me, eight tonight.” Between two fingers he held out a folded slip of paper he folded in your palm before he leaned in claiming another kiss that quickly deepened stirring a tingling through your body at its unconscious shift back to your other form while your suit went baggy on your body as Loki’s arms curled around your middle holding you off the ground at your new height difference. Clicks sounded at cameras stealing proof of your shift and private moment signaling your teleporting Loki back to his room. As you pulled apart he chuckled and asked again, “Suit on or off?”

You rolled your eyes again feeling your suit shrinking to fit your figure at his releasing you, “Goodnight Loki.”

“I will see you at dinner.”

Locking your eyes with his you replied, “One dinner.” Widening his smirk.

“There’s always breakfast after. Should you wish it.” With a sigh you teleported yourself back to your room landing on your bed, where you laid back with a sigh hearing his voice in your head again, “It is in jest you know. Nowhere near merely physical. I do adore seeing you blush though.”

Anxiously he bit his lip at the resounding silence after, and plopped heavily on his bed while he mentally listed everything for your date only to look up when everyone entered his room asking about his date plans. Slowly their phones went off with the news of Ghost guy’s secret identity.

Tony, “Wait, Miss Pigeon is Ghost Guy?”

Peter, “It’s Pear and Gargoyle.” Tony raised a brow at his protégé, “She works really hard, you should know her names.”

Thor smirked at his brother asking, “How’d you get here before us?”

Loki simply shrugged and Steve pointed at him, “It’s your girlfriend! Probably able to pop up from place to place. She probably took my suit!”

Loki raised a brow at him, “She found your suit and returned it.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed as he said, “I’m watching the two of you. She’s hiding more than just a beard and six pack abs.” Widening Loki’s smirk picturing what you had hidden under that armor of yours.

#Loki x Reader OC

[teardropsonrooftops]

August 1st - Nyctophilia

In the darkness, everything is simpler. A sound is just a sound. There are no colors or distractions. In the darkness, she can be anyone. She’s not Natalia. She’s not Natasha. She’s not the Black Widow. She just simply is.

Maria finds this out slowly.

They are laying next to each other on a safe house’s pull out couch when it first happens. The power flickers, then goes out completely. Maria freezes, her eyes flicking around the room for any sign of trouble. She finds none. She relaxes when she drowns out the noise of the air conditioning to hear the heavy pounding of rain on the roof.

Natasha sighs, relief coating her voice. Maria turns her head towards the sound. She knows she won’t be able to see the other woman, but she’s surprised by it.

“Are you okay?” Maria fights the urge to reach for her, just barely. They’re not in a relationship, no matter how much Maria wants to be.

“Yeah,” Natasha whispers back. She shuffles around, turning on her side towards Maria, but being careful of her broken rib. “I’m great.”

At first, Maria thinks she’s being sarcastic, but the way she says it is genuine, almost bashful.

Maria files this away with all of Natasha’s other quirks and secrets.

The next time it comes up is after a mission, and they’re still not in a relationship. Maria lost three agents. She almost lost two more. Fury sent her back to her bunk after she filed her mission report, but she can’t stay in the helicarrier.

Maria stumbles her way into Stark’s Tower at two in the morning. She had patched herself up in the taxi, much to the chagrin of the driver. Her shoulder got clipped by a Hydra agent’s lucky shot, but that’s the only major wound. The others are mostly bruises and cuts. Maria has enough energy to tip the cab driver and make herself enter Stark’s elevator, her hand faintly pushing on the button for Natasha’s floor.

She has stayed here before, in the guest bedroom, but she’s so tired that she mixes up the rooms this time.

Maria hesitates when the lights don’t turn on as she opens the door. She fumbles against the wall for a light switch, but doesn’t find one. It’s pitch black, and she realises that maybe this isn’t the guest bedroom.

“Maria?”

The woman freezes.

Natasha turns her phone on. The dim light illuminates a couple of feet. Maria sees Natasha sit up in her bed, red hair messy and sleep etched into the frown on her face.

“Are you alright?” Natasha’s voice kicks Maria out of her own mind.

“Yeah-yes,” Maria says, her voice dry and tired. “I am. Sorry, I thought this was the guest room. I’ll go.” She turns to leave but is stopped by a single word. It is spoken as a command, but it hides so much emotion.

“Wait.”

The phone has turned off in the silence that follows where both freeze. Natasha realising what she had said and the way she had said it, and Maria overthinking everything that had happened in the last minute or so.

“I mean-” Natasha sounds uncharacteristically nervous “-you can go if you want to, but… what happened?”

Maria stays. She lets her head fall back onto the closed door. She sighs, long and drawn out. She lets herself feel. Lets her muscles relax and her shoulders fall. Lets her brain stop thinking about what she did wrong and how she could have saved her agents.

Natasha doesn’t push as Maria explains from her spot at the door. She just slips out of her bed silently and leans on the wall next to the other woman.

When Maria can’t go on, her voice trails off and her eyes fill with tears, Natasha guides her into the bed. Maria doesn’t protest. She lets herself be pushed down and lets the red-head pull off her combat boots and strip her tac suit off, leaving her in a sports bra and boxers. She helps a little, moving when she needs to. Her eyes stare into the darkness as Natasha settles into the bed next to her. The comforter is pulled over them both.

Maria feels an arm wrap around her waist and a head bury into the crook of her neck. Tears stream down her face. It’s not in her control anymore.

Natasha just wipes them away and pulls her closer.

The next morning, Maria wakes to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Her favorite.

She looks up to the ceiling and sees that there are no lights. Interesting. Natasha leaves a note next to the food in the kitchen, saying, Got called away, movie night tonight?

The third time Maria notices, her theory is confirmed.

They have gotten into the habit of sleeping in the same bed after Maria’s failed mission.

Sometimes Natasha has nightmares. Bad ones.

And sometimes the dreams are not the worst part, waking up is.

They are wrapped around each other in Maria’s bunk. They were both too tired to go all the way back to Stark Tower, so they crashed here. Maria, being the Assistant Director of SHIELD, has a room overlooking the sky or the ocean depending on the day. Her room has a large window. Maria had the foresight to shut the curtains before falling into bed, because it was past the middle of the night and they don’t have to wake up until noon.

Something wakes Maria. She opens her eyes. Dim sunlight streams in through the closed curtains, tracing Natasha’s sleeping face with gold. But her eyebrows are furrowed and her mouth is turned down in a frown.

Natasha flinches, and her eyes fly open. She gasps back a scream.

Maria’s hand hovers over Natasha’s hairline, her fingers pushing back red curls stuck to the other woman’s forehead. Maria must have been asleep for most of the nightmare.

Natasha’s green eyes search the room frantically. She tries to focus on Maria, but ends up squeezing her eyes shut instead. Maria takes this in, her tactician brain piecing it all together.

Nat’s hand clenches around Maria’s forearm.

She thinks fast.

Maria pulls the comforter above both of their heads, covering them in darkness. Natasha relaxes almost immediately. Her grip loosens. She exhales. Her heart is still racing, but not dangerously.

Maria dares to break the silence.

“Next time, I’m getting blackout curtains.”

Natasha chokes out a laugh that quickly turns into a sob. Maria just wraps her arms tighter around her.

#aureateaugust2018 #blackhill #martasha #maria hill #natasha romanoff #my writing gb #my fanfiction gb

[upsmymindwanderedagain]

Story of The Ice Wolf

PART 6

OTHER PARTS: 

PART 1

WARNINGS: mentions of torture (inficted on reader), wounds, blood, amputation, panic attack and PTSD.

Hey fellas! I’m sorry I told you I’d post last week but I’ve been bussy, my apologies. 

"Angel! stop fucking them, we have a mission".

She groans in annoyance "Fine" pressing another button the shackles are open.

"Soldats! Gear up" he shouts, voice full of anger. Methodically like robots, both of you get up and walk out of the room following orders.

They wip you both before heading to the mission. 

--- [Avengers Tower after Fury’s call] --- Wanda moved to the kitchen with the excuse of needing a glass of water. Red energy waves dance around her hands. Two years they could keep behind close walls the demise of Y/N and Bucky, the official statement is that they were on undercover mission. Now Hydra let the truth out. Still trying to calm down she returns to the dining area. Loki blocks her path, when she tries to side step him, he stops her with his forearm across her shoulders. "Loki don't" Thor tries to interfere his deep voice has a trace of warning. Wanda ignores the blond Asgardian to warn the dark haired man "Two years I've felt you dwelling about something, your thoughts involve Y/N and Bucky, so unless you are going to tell me what it is, move aside or I'll make you". They stay facing away from each other several seconds. Then he gently grabs Wanda’s shoulders, slowly he spins her around to look her in the eyes. "Take a sit, I will tell you. This might help you and Natasha as a closure". "Several months before that mission Y/N and Bucky asked something from Thor and I. In Asgard we have a special stone that is made from the blood and soul of a person, this gem is then given to a loved one". He raises his closed right fist. "Y/N was having it as a gift for your birthday Wanda". Slowly he opens his fist revealing a beautiful crafted ring box. "She asked me to keep it, knowing that if she had it close you'll end up finding out. I was not sure of what to do with it. But this ring carries a little part of her soul". With his last words the upper lid opens. Revealing a dark meteorite ring with an encrusted deep red gemstone shaped as an oval.  "Natasha, Bucky made one too, he was unsure about how to give it to you, however he was pondering of give it to you as an anniversary gift". He opens his left fist the box is simple minimalist like with expert craftmanship the box looks seamless, the lid opens, the ring resting inside is made of dark Damascus steel, it has a fine rose gold stripe running through the middle, in the top there's an ice blue gemstone in diamond shape. "we were dating idiots". [Press Conference] The avengers sitting in the press conference podium are Tony, Steve, Wanda, and Coulson. The rest is scattered around looking for any sign of trouble. Natasha chose not to be at the podium her relationship with Bucky was unknown to the press. After Rhode's introduction, Stark takes the microphone. "Today we are here to confirm the rumors. With a heavy heart we inform you that the Avengers Y/N and James died two years ago". The shouting raises reporters throwing questions all over, Tony stays motionless, after the initial outburst they calm down. "Mr. Stark given the circumstances we think that Miss Maximoff, Captain Rogers and Agent Coulson should be the ones talking, last time you gave us a statement regarding them they were actually dead". Tony grinds his jaw a couple of times, but nods towards the others. "Captain Rogers seems like your team of ‘heroes’ is a mercenary club, why did you let someone like the Ice Wolf get in your ranks?”  "Y/N wasn't the Ice Wolf when she became an Avenger she worked undercover for S.H.I.E.L.D several years before joining us. Her goal was climb Hydra ranks to rip them from the inside. She and Bucky were key in several missions due to their knowledge in Hydra operations. That's the reason of their recruiting, besides they were good persons caring and loving. Since day one their priority has been saving lives". "Captain Rogers, the new Hydra unit seems promising, will they replace your fallen ex-Hydra soldiers? Will they get immunity too?". Steve grinds his jaw, "we are not looking for replacements, Y/N and Bucky were our comrades, friends there's no way to replace them. We will deal with the Hydra unit, they will be taken to justice". "Miss Maximoff did you knew the monster you were dating?". Natasha interferes, "don't be insensible assholes, Y/N was a person, not a monster".  "Former assassin and spy trained by the red room, are you human too?"

Nat only grinds her jaw and glares at the reporter making him shrink on his place.

"Answer the question Witch" other reporter shouts. Wanda schools her features "Y/N wasn't a monster, she did what it took to survive, always with the goal of tearing apart Hydra. I had the privilege to know her in a way that you all never will". Rhodes Interferes, guys before we go on. "Be respectful with your questions, otherwise we will shut down this conference". "Captain Rogers, agent Coulson there's a leaked footage that shows Y/N, Bucky and the twins disagreement in executing the mission while Mr. Stark calls for a vote and labels Y/N as a coward. Was that mission taken that lightly? Coulson is the one who answers "No mission is taken lightly, what you didn't see is the hours we spent beforehand discussing possibilities, Stark called a vote as a way to break the tension, the execution of the mission was set to happen before the vote". "Mr. Stark how does it feel to know that your ego played on their deaths?". Before Tony can answer, a chilling hollering interrupts the conference. The heavy wood double doors are kicked off from their hinges, the panels landing several feet down the aisle. The two dark soldiers stand there, then the Tiger walks in. His voice is deep and has a heavy Russian accent. "Answer the question Stark". Everyone just stare at the three figures walking down the aisle. The wolves howl again. Tony doesn't answer. "Well, if you aren't answering that question, I have better one, do you still hear them scream? Those agony screams were something not to be forgotten". Tony answers while summoning his armor "Every single night". "I'll give you one more thing to remember then, the call is yours again". There are two playgrounds today. One here, other in the main park. I either give you chance for everyone in this room to run away before the soldats start shooting or the chance for half of your team to reach the park before my freaks start to play". A reporter stand to shout "Stupid Hydra puppet you can't play with our lives like...” *Bang* the reporter falls to the ground clutching his mid riff. "Next one who interrupts me dies". ("Tony there has to be another way, let's attack together"). ("they have blocked the only way out, the park is full of children"). "Are you done planning? my patience does not last long". ("Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Thor, head to the park. The rest with me"). Whispering *F.R.I.D.A.Y alert Fury*. "what's your call Stark? The ones that were chewing you up or the children in the park?"  The only tell of Tony’s uneasiness is the grind of his jaw, still he calmly says, "The children". "Soldats guns up", both obey raising twin pistols, the Tiger presses the com resting ln his right ear, you have 30 seconds to get there, starting... Now. The chosen Avengers race out of the building. When another reporter tries to run past the soldiers, the one with the skull mask grabs him by the throat, lifting him off the floor, the reporter tries to scape in vain, screams drowned under the pressure on his throat. "I didn't say you could move, did I? Throw him out". Barely moving its arm, the soldier throws him out through the void of the door, above the handrail to a ten-floor crash. The people below start panicking a shouting. After some tense seconds. The clash of the battle starts in the distance. "Because I ‘am a good person I will give this people a fair head start… Run". All the reporters scatter out of the room, some of them colliding against the soldiers that stand unfazed. "Kill them". The soldiers start firing against the reporters. "King T'achalla you against me, soldats have fun with the rest". The fight begins with Dark Tiger leaping to crash against T'achalla, after securing Pepper out of the building Tony joins too. Rhodey and Barton help the fallen people and take them to safety. Natasha, Steve and Banner start fighting the Soldiers their moves are fast and precise but those two have no problem blocking and dodging their blows. The fight intensifies Natasha and Steve manage to sweep their legs off the floor and the hulk tackles them sending them against the glass wall, the force breaks the glass curtain wall, the fall is ten floors to the street pavement, two loud thuds are heard, the Hulk jumps after them. The tiger dodges two energy blasts doing backflips, he lands in the edge of the broken window. His two soldats are lying in the middle of the holes made by their fall. When Hulk gets close to grab them, the two wolves appear jumping on him biting his forearms. He screams in anger and shakes off the wolves, still they jump on him again. The Tiger leaps off landing behind the soldiers heads "soldats stop playing dead". "You have to be kidding me" Natasha says while she runs close with Steve. Slowly the two bodies get off the ground, and turn their head towards their handler, while wolves come back flanking them. *Mr. Stark we have company military units are arriving* the A.I informs. A Military helicopter floats above their heads.  "Drop you weapons and surrender" Steve says walking to stand before them. [You have five seconds to surrender or we will open fire] a voice from the helicopter shouts. Tony and T'achalla land beside Natasha. "You'll need more that bullets to stop us, let's see if you can keep up” he nods towards the soldiers “Go". The military open fire, the soldats shield their handler while he runs ahead. Their armor takes the worst of the bullets damage, but still some of them pierce their skin. The one with the wolf mask throws a small grenade at the helicopter, before it blows off both and the wolves take off.

The path to the main park was full of astonishing stunts from both sides, gun shots, fighting. None of them was getting out scratch less. They reached the park raising more chaos, police officers where already trying to stop the enhanced opening fire against them, but the Dark Mist and the Dark Angel proved to be a deadly synced duo, always keeping each other back covered. In the middle of the brawl an opportunity raised, the two soldiers were distracted fighting Hulk and Steve, dodging arrows from Barton and bullets from Sam, but their suits proved hard to pierce. T'achalla got the upper hand on his fight with the Dark Tiger connecting a couple of good punches that left him dazzled, Wanda took the chance to slam a chunk of concrete debris at him, upon his fall the soldats abandoned their fight to shield him from a combined blast from Tony and Rhodey sending them sliding backwards in a crunched position, the several feet skid left marks in the concrete with their now revealed metal forearms, the blast damaged the metal plates making some of the inner mechanisms show, the flesh limbs now sport nasty burns. T'achalla, Steve and Hulk go ahead to end them, the big guy hits the Cranium Soldier with an blow hard enough to hear ribs breaking, Steve came next using his shield to land an uppercut solid enough to tear off the mask and surely breaking its nose, Thor comes assert a swing to the chest with Mjolnir sending it even further behind. Hulk uses the same combination of blows with the other soldier but stead of Thor, the last blow was made by T'achalla he clawed the Wolf mid riff sweeping  his right hand left to right and clawing it's face with the left, taking off the mask and leaving jagged cuts across the face from the forehead to the jawline, Hulk comes in again swinging a low hook to send the soldier to the same spot where the cranium one is. Both soldats end up lying motionless. Thor leaps up ready to land the final blow with a thunder channeled through Mjolnir, but he stops midair, shock takes over his features, he doesn’t land the last blow. Tony and Rhodey had secured the Dark Tiger. The others blocked the enhanced, Sam has the Dark Angel pinned down in the floor, gun in her head. "Thor?" Steve asks a few paces behind him. "This must to be a wicked dream" he says as he lands a few feet behind the bodies. Pietro was the first to get close skidding to a halt, his eyes widening is surprise too "Holly shit! Sis, Nat is Y/N and Bucky!". The women were astonished a couple of seconds before they ran to them dropping to their knees. Wanda’s vision was blurred by tears, she moves away the hair that was stuck to your forehead with blood, softly kissing the side that isn’t jagged. Pietro walks close to crunch beside her she puts his hand on her shoulder "Hurry up, break the conditioning before they wake up again". Wanda tries, surrounding both of your heads with her red energy "I… I can't break through, something is blocking me completely". Steve and Nat are kneeled by Bucky’s side, both of you have a spider like devices in the right side of the head, one of the branches runs down the neck disappearing under the skin. "It must be this" Steve says as he points at the devices. He was about to tear it off when the wolves show up standing above your heads, fangs displayed and growling. "Unless you want to kill them for good this time, I wouldn’t try to tear the dispositive off" the Tiger says, Tony and Rhodey had dragged him with them. "Shut up" T'achalla sneers and walks up to them, "time to know your face". He takes the mask away "Salarov". He gives them a sinister smile "Surprise, surprise. Did you really thought that we would waste our best assets? You gave us the perfect chance to take them back. That dispositive won't let you pry their mind darling, if you take it off you kill them". Tony lifts the mask of his suit to glare at Salarov "We will find a way to take it off ". Salarov only smirks at Tony’s glare, then he sets is sight to the twins "I have a better offer for you Silver and Witch come with us I'll let her have her memories of both of you".  The twins turn around to glare at him "You won't free her mind, it would be and empty vessel" Wanda says as her eyes glow red. "Empty vessels that know how to rock your world Witch". The Death Angel quips with a slay smirk. "How dare you!" Wanda screams her eyes glowing brighter red full of hatred, Nat raises her gun towards the girl. "Come with us, and you can have her back" Salarov simply says. "What makes you think you are going out of this?". Tony asked. He lets out a taunting laugh "Empty vessels, the best weapons". The wolves stop growling to whimper and lick the soldiers faces. "Time's up Scarlett, Silver, are you coming or not?". (I can hear her voice, I can feel her close. But my body doesn't move at my will. little one get away from me!) ("Wanda he is playing with us, they will do the same to us. We will find a way to have them back”). ("He is not lying, he has a plan"). "Tony he is not lying, he will scape!". Salarov glares darkly at the twins "if that is your answer, soldats raise". (No! Stupid body stay down, God I feel like a smashed can, but my body still moves). Steve and Pietro barely got Wanda and Natasha out of the way, before wolves attacked them. You and Bucky slowly get up, blood staining the concrete as it drips from your wounds (Come on guys, don't hesitate to put us down before we kill you).  The avengers ready their weapons, but no one is willing to take you down. “Bucky! Y/N! Don't do this, fight it! Natasha screams, her guns ready but pointing to the ground. (Fucking shit). There is no trace of recognition in your eyes, dull blank unmovable stare, the only thing signaling that you both are alive is the trembling rise and fall of your chest, the wolves charge towards Wanda sensing her trying to get into your mind again, before they jump on her Wanda raises her hands to repel them, ("Orion, Nebula stop!") the red stone of her ring glows faintly and the wolves skid to a halt, they start pacing side to side growling, unsure of what to do. Several whistle shots cut the tense atmosphere, instead of bullets small spiders pierce the avengers skin and battle suits, shocking them to the ground, the Black Mist holds back the hulk and Thor with her telekinesis. The Hydra sniper reinforcements open a way out for the Tiger’s unit. The Death Angel stands up as the rest of you rush to her, she shields you all with her wings. "Don't worry Witch, I'll lick her wounds for you" smirking and winking she vanishes to thin air. The hold breaks, and the spiders stop working. After some pained grunts, they slowly raise. "Was that even real?" Clint muses out loud. Wanda and Nat are still sitting on the floor staring at their blood-stained hands. "What if they are clones or something else? Sam said. "They were real, the wolves halted due to Wanda’s ring glowing, perhaps deep inside there was some recognition" Thor states. --- --- [Back in the Avengers Tower] All the avengers were scattered around the living room, sporting several gashes and bruises. "I can't believe they were just playing around and they left us fucked up". Sam says as he tries to roll his shoulder. "Wanda” Bruce is sitting by the bar fidgeting with his glasses “was Y/N always that resilient and strong? I hate to say this, but those blows should have killed them, I'm sure I felt their bones breaking". Banner says while clenching and unclenching his fists, the sensation still lingers on his hands. "They did something else to her, to both. Their mind is not the same, it's like they are empty and cold, their mind space is a blank canvas". "Hydra experimented further with them" Steve states anger clear in his voice. "What do you mean? They were already super soldiers and deadly skillful assassins" T'achalla says from his spot in the sofa. Tony is sitting on the floor by the glass wall a scotch glass in one hand, the other concealing his mouth. "The last time I shot Bucky with a short distance blast I ripped off his bionic arm. This time the blast hit metal and flesh and they got out with nasty burns, but nothing mayor just burns” Silence fills the space, Wanda is silently being wrapped in Pietro's arms. Natasha is leaning against Clint staring to the unknown. The door opens, May strolls in, crossing her arms in a disapproving way. "Avengers, are you done weeping?. "This doesn't concern you Melinda" Tony says. "That's where you are wrong Stark, Y/N was on my jurisdiction before she got into this team. Overall, she is my friend, Barnes too. You all are too caught up in your personal pity parties. They are alive, and they are being used. Let’s find a way to bring them back". ---

[Hydra Base Canada]

After banishing to thin air, the Tiger and his unit were taken to a Hydra base in Canada, the facility has a laboratory were you and Bucky were brought to patch up the wounds.

“Captain you seriously need to call them back from being your flesh shields, is matter of when, their bodies are sustaining too much damage, the weaker their body becomes you have the risk of their bodies rejecting the serum”.

“I don’t care, just patch them up and have them ready to comply. Not everyday you have two of the best assassins in the history as your play toys”.

The scientists strap both of you to metal tables to patch up the wounds. They inject different serums as they start repairing the prosthetic limbs.

After a half day of work the scientists leave the room, leaving you both lying on the metal tables out cold, the Angel who has been watching them work takes the chance to grab a copy of both of your files with her teletransportation and leaves the room. Later she conceals her face with large hoodie and withdraw her wings. She shows at Hill’s office in the avenger’s compound.

Maria is startled by the sudden materialization of a hooded person in her office, her instincts kick in and grabs her gun aiming it at the stranger. The person pulls back a little the hood, to reveal briefly her face, she simply shows up the files being held on her right hand, leaving them atop of the desk. Just like she appeared, she vanishes.

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The avengers and Coulson’s team are gathered in the compound conference room, the new face added to the mixture is Peter Parker. Fury and Hill walk in, he wastes no time in greetings with his hands clasped in his back he starts the briefing "We have new intel that can...Stark what is the kid doing here?" he enquires looking sternly at the mentioned man. Peter just looks sheepishly at his hands. While Tony answers "He is our best chance to catch Y/N and Bucky without hurting them badly, if they attack the assembly we'll need all the help we can get". Fury just stares blankly at him "Still, you want a kid to fight against two cold blood assassins?” no one reacts to the statement, his words carry no ill intention “they aren't Y/N and Bucky they are the Winter Soldier and the Ice Wolf, Hydra made sure of that, they are assets" he says as he brings his hands to hang by his sides. "How do you know that Fury?" Banner asks as he eyes the files on the colonel hands. Fury walks up to Banner and set the files before him, silently walking away a few steps. Tony who is sitting beside Bruce takes one of the files, they scan quickly the notes. The notes are a mix of Russian and English, Tony scrunches his nose a little in annoyance "We need a Russian translator" he keeps eying the files until he reaches some picture evidence, their eyes widen in surprise, then a frown sets on his features. "I can do it" Nat says while she walks close, before she can see the pictures, Tony closes the file "I don't think you want to see this Nat", she glares at him and tries to snatch the files out of his grasp, but Tony toss them at Jemma to avoid the red head. "H-how did you get this Nick?" Bruce looks at Fury with surprise and a hint of suspiciousness as he fidgets a little with his glasses. Maria gets closer to the gathered people "The angel show up last night in my office, she left those files and vanished. Another thing to note, she can conceal her wings". Pietro and Wanda look in each other eyes "why would she try to help them?" Pietro muses as his mind start to race, he begins to remember something... flashes of a little girl, you asking him to take her to an specific location…"I... I didn't see that coming". "What is it speedster?" Clint asks leaning to his right towards him. "That girl is Anika" at the others lost glances, he sighs a little in exasperation before he elaborates "Y/N got her out of a laboratory, they were experimenting on her, she was a little kid, we tried to hide her". "Tried?" Daisy asks tilting her head a little “I doubt Y/N did something like that and didn’t work”. "It worked in the beginning, seems that they got her back. After a couple of months Y/N cut all ties to her to keep her as far as possible from Hydra’s radar". "Wan did you know?" Clint asks almost like a father trying to make his kids spill a secret. She only shrugs fidgeting a little with her ring, she calmly says "No, she did a lot of things without one or both of us knowing". "How do you know about the girl speedy?" Tony asks "I was the kid's ride away" he shrugs. Fury steps close again "That detail aside. We know they will attack the conference. Jemma, Fitz, Banner and Stark find a way to snap them out of Hydra’s control". They nod in agreement, then he looks at Peter in the eyes "Parker work with them, when the time for the battle comes,      Stay. Away. From. It". He walks to stand beside Maria "Agent Hill will coordinate the plan for the surveillance and counter attack, we can't let Vienna happen again". "And you Nick?" Tony asks crossing his arms. "I'll be doing what I do best, keeping you all in track". ---

[Hydra base, Canada] Bucky and you are seated on metal chairs, shackles on, staring blankly at the two men in front of you. "Salarov, the world convention is the final blow, we are giving you three more enhanced and two units for a direct attack. Other units will back you up under my command, the mission is to wipeout the avengers in their own field, kill anyone that gets in the way". "What about them?" he says motioning to both of you. "We still got some time to use them as attack dogs, when the time comes have them accomplish the mission at any cost, this time use all the serum, we can't risk them going rogue". A month later. [Briefing before the World Conference, New York] The Dark Tiger unit have done some moves, mostly taking out rogue Hydra deserters, however the intel gathered by the S.H.I.EL.D agents suggest that the world conference is a clear target on their list. That’s why all the avengers and Coulson’s team are gathered in the conference room, including king T'achalla and his general Okoye, Peter too, he is sitting in the back. Jemma is the one presenting the plan to get you and Bucky back "Agent Barton we have suited a batch of arrow heads with this serum" she says holding a transparent vial with a light blue-ish liquid inside "aim to the devices attached to their heads, we've made a metal alloy strong enough to pierce the gadgets without risking further damage as long as is not shoot at short distance". Clint nods in understanding "Who's going to open the window for the shots?" "Who do you think Clint?" Nat says crossing her arms. "What?! No, no fucking way, are you crazy Natasha?". "She won't be alone" Wanda says getting close to red head, while Pietro stares at Clint "We know how they fight as assets, just don't miss the shots old man". "Don't worry legolas, I'm backing them too, the more, the funnier the party" he says with a smirk, trying to lighten the somber mood. Clint only grunts in annoyance, grumpy face on "As you wish". Maria steps to the head of the table “Everyone else knows their positions, stay sharp and don't pull off your punches”. [Salarov’s safe house] Bucky and you walk shoulder by shoulder to the living room, the wolves are a step ahead of you, each of you have a duffle bag with automatic weapons and grenades. As both of you step in the voices halt their conversations, the new faces are registered as enemies, both of you unholster the guns strapped to your thighs pointing at the three unknown persons. "What the hell?! Captain control your dogs" the unknown man shouts. Salarov only laughs "Guns down assets" you immediately obey the order. "Set the bags to the floor and kneel down" you do as he orders, but you can also feel an energy pulling you heavy to the ground. He presses the button of the controller four lines are already lighten, the other three gain color too, with each strip the dispositive releases more serum making you both hiss in pain, this time as your eyes blink in pain your eyes torn absolute black leaving no trace of your eye color. "Captain you will kill them" the angel hisses she grinds her jaw. "Say goodbye to your toys Angel, this is their last mission" he is so focused rejoicing as he watches as you both hiss in agony, your body trying to restrain your automatic pain reaction that he misses the Angel's eyes widening. You are still kneeled hissing in pain when he signals the two girls to hand you the masks, both put them on. Then they hand you a set of twin katanas, and military hunting knives to Bucky "It's time to have some fun assets". You both answer a husky emotionless “Hail Hydra”.

A/N:

The next chapter will contain the big clash and the aftermath. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

I hope I can post this same week, so I don’t keep you on edge.

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #quick silver x reader #avengers x reader #shield x reader #story of the ice wolf #part 6

[imjustthemechanic]

The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor Part 2/? - The Kulturhistorisk Museum Heist Part 3/? - Cutscene Part 4/? - The Marvel Cinematic Universe Part 5/? - Breathless Part 6/? - Escape at Last Part 7/? - Fox in Socks Part 8/? - Things Go Wrong Part 9/? - Downey and Out Part 10/? - Road Trip Part 11/? - Temptation Part 12/? - An Awful Reunion Part 13/? - Unreality Intrudes Part 14/? - A Call for Help Part 15/? - Loki’s Guests Part 16/? - Stan Lee Cameo Part 17/? - Reassessment Part 18/? - Midnight Invasion Part 19/? - Elevator Fight Part 20/? - Courage Part 21/? - Unwelcome Back Part 22/? - Darkest Hour Part 23/? - They Are Here Part 24/? - The Jet Propulsion Laboratory Part 25/? - Word of God Part 26/? - Avengers Assembled Part 27/? - The Houston Underground Part 28/? - Houston has a Problem Part 29/? - Onward and Upward

Our heroes destroy stuff.  That always happens.

The three women from NASA got back into the elevator and the doors closed on them with a rather distressing finality.  It made Steve wish he could go with them – not because he was feeling in any way cowardly, but because he wanted to be sure they made it out okay.  He couldn’t do that, not because of any injury or any limitation of a body without super-soldier serum, but merely because he could not be in two places at once. There were some things even at the best of times that he had to leave to others.

The rest of them needed to find the building Ellen Ochoa had called Old Mission Control.  There was a visitors’ directory map in front of the remains of the spacecraft model pedestal, so Thor and Loki stood guard while Steve and Natasha cleaned the bits off it and examined the battered surface.

“Okay, we’re here,” said Steve, finding the red dot.

“And it says Old Mission Control is in this building here.”  Nat put her own finger on the map, a couple of inches from his.  “So we just need to cross this green space.”  She glanced towards the main doors.  There were trees outside, but the top of another building was visible beyond them.  It was only maybe two hundred yards.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.  The sound of heavy footsteps alerted them to the fact that the other two Chi’Tauri soldiers were approaching.  The group instinctively clustered together, with Nat and the Asgardians moving in front of the injured Steve as they all edged towards the door, hoping to get there before the aliens cut them off, but knowing they probably wouldn’t.

“It’ll be up to you, brother,” Thor said quietly. “You’re the best-armed.”

“I know,” said Loki, hefting the plasma rifle. It was clearly very heavy – the Chi’Tauri had waved it around like nothing, but Loki needed both arms.  “We’ll have to take them off-guard.”

“We could do Get Help,” Thor suggested.

Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.  “You wouldn’t have the strength!  Not in this body.”

“I bet I could, at that,” Thor said.

“We are not doing Get Help,” Loki said firmly. “There is no need.”

“What’s Get Help?” asked Natasha.

“It’s an old ploy…” Thor began.

“If you don’t stop talking I will shoot you,” said Loki.

One of the soldiers came running around the corner from another side hallway, and the first thing it saw was not the little group of humans moving towards the doors, but the smashed spacecraft model and its fallen comrade.  Loki hefted his stolen plasma rifle and fired, but the weight of the weapon and his lack of familiarity with it meant that he missed.  Instead of hitting the Chi’Tauri, the bolt blew apart the rest of the model spacecraft and most of the carpeted pedestal it had been mounted on, and the element of surprise was lost.  He lined up a second shot right away, but the soldier did something with its own weapon, and there was a flash of glittering pink in the air around it. When Loki fired again, the shot was harmlessly absorbed by this force field.

Steve had no idea what the word Loki barked out in response might mean, but it probably wasn’t something Queen Frigga would have approved of.

“Figure out how to turn that on,” said Thor.

“What do you think I am trying to do?” Loki demanded, studying the weapon in his hands.

Steve scooped up the dish from the remains of the model spacecraft again.  It wasn’t much of a shield, and was cracked and brittle on one side where it had been exposed to the liquid nitrogen, but it was psychologically helpful as they continued to move towards the door.

“They’re going to fire again,” Thor said, peeking around the edge.  “Have you got it yet?”

“I am working on it,” Loki told him.

“We’re trying to save the world here!  Can you two stop bickering?” Natasha demanded.

“No!” the two gods said, in perfect unison.

The alien took a shot at them.  The bolt of plasma went right through the dish, burning a hole in it, and narrowly missed the back of Steve’s head.  The edges of the plastic cooled quickly, but remained black and melted.  He rubbed his scalp to make sure his hair was not on fire, then peeked through the hole and saw two Chi’Tauri now heading towards them.

“Here it is!” said Loki, and the same pink shimmer appeared around them.  “Do you see,” he asked Thor, “how much easier it is to do things when you’re not thundering in my ear?”

It hadn’t been a moment too soon.  Another shot quickly followed the first, but was absorbed by the force field.  Steve dropped the dish, and they began moving with more confidence.

“Return fire!” Thor ordered.

“It won’t let me while the force field is on,” said Loki.  “It would absorb our own shots.”

The front of the building was a set of big glass windows and doors.  A stray shot from one of the Chi’Tauri helpfully shattered these for them, taking out a couple of pillars that Steve thought were probably structural, but they made it outside, staying close to Loki.  Steve’s limp was slowing them all down, but they couldn’t leave him or turn back now.  He wondered where the third remaining Chi’Tauri was.  Hopefully not chasing down escaping NASA employees.

“I see the vehicles!” said Natasha.  “Over there, by the fountain!”

Steve looked.  There they were, two of the alien air scooters floating gently in the air side-by-side, just as they’d been in the parking lot outside the convention centre in Canada.  Only a few more yards now.  They were almost home free.

A widow shattered above them, and the Chi’Tauri commander leaped out.  It landed on its feet in front of them and aimed its staff weapon at the group. Loki held up the plasma rifle as if to use it as a shield.  The Commander fired, and the pink field around them flickered and fizzed like an old television set as it absorbed the blast.  Loki yelped in sudden pain, and threw the rifle onto the grass.  It lay there sparking and smoking.  The staff weapon was far more powerful, and the force field from the rifle couldn’t take the blow.  They were now undefended.

“Scatter!” Steve ordered.  “Leave me, just get there!”

Thor and Natasha darted off in different directions. Thor simply made a wide circle back around to where the vehicles were, while Natasha took a more complicated, weaving route in order to be harder to hit.  Steve, who could not run, had no choice but to stay where he was, leaning on that damned crutch.  Easy prey – but if the Commander killed him, maybe the others could get away.

What would happen if he died, he wondered.  This actor, Chris Evans, would be stuck with his body.  Would he want to come back to this universe and resume his acting career, or would he be willing to stay in the other one and take over the role of Captain America in a more real sense?  Neither seemed like a good idea.

Then he realized that Loki hadn’t run. Instead, the god of mischief and lies stepped in between Steve and the Chi’Tauri commander, calmly facing his enemy. The commander cocked its head and lowered the staff a little.  It must have orders to take Loki alive.

“Really?” Loki said, in a voice suggesting disgust but not surprise.  “You call yourself a warrior, when you’re standing here ready to kill an unarmed, injured man?”

Steve remembered that Loki himself had shot the frozen Chi’Tauri a moment ago.  Then again, Loki had never pretended to be an honourable creature.

“You’re not here for these insects,” Loki said.  “You’re here for me.  Going after them is a waste of time.  Your time, and your master’s.”

Was Loki sacrificing himself to save Steve?  That was ridiculous – and yet as Steve watched, astonished, Loki held up his arms on either side of himself.  The right one was burned, the sleeve of his jacket still smoking from when the rifle had overloaded.

“I am unarmed,” he said, “and I am tired of watching these useless mortals make fools of themselves.  I assume you have my alternate captive.  If you will allow me to take my body back before I face Thanos, I will come with you willingly.”

The Chi’Tauri commander stepped closer, looming even taller over them.  “Two bodies,” it said.  “Thanos can kill you twice!”

Loki stood there a moment longer, straight-backed and defiant, then suddenly threw himself on top of Steve.  From behind, one of the Chi’Tauri flying vehicles ploughed into the commander, literally sweeping it off its feet and throwing it through the broken front windows of the building behind.  That was apparently just a tiny bit more than the structure could take, because the façade sagged, then peeled away like wallpaper to land with an immense crash of glass, concrete, and dust on the pavement in front.  The other two Chi’Tauri, who’d been on their way out, were buried in the mess.

Thor brought the vehicle back around and reached to drag Steve up onto it.  “That was almost Get Help!” he pointed out to Loki.

“I approve,” Loki replied.

Natasha had the other vehicle.  Loki climbed on behind her.  Thor pulled back on the controls to gain altitude, and Steve put his arms around Thor’s middle as they climbed.  Looking down, he could see the three Chi’Tauri picking themselves up out of the collapse, and he quickly looked away as they raised their weapons.

“Far right!” Loki said.  He and Natasha were flying next to Steve and Thor, and Loki reached up past Nat to punch a button on the control panel.  The pink shimmer appeared around them.  Thor did the same.  Plasma bolts bounced off the force fields.

Below them the ground spiralled away until the aliens were lost among the trees, and Steve held on tightly to Thor, feeling terribly exposed.  He’d jumped out of planes with no parachute, but this was different… he was basically balancing on a flying surfboard, with nothing at all to keep him in place.  If he lost his hold, he’d go splat.

Hayley – and Peggy – had made fun of Steve’s propensity for doing very dangerous things, but Steve head learned what was and was not dangerous for him.  He knew when he was likely to survive something, such as jumping out of the Triskelion elevator, and he knew when he was not, such as crashing the Valkyrie.  There was a time for self-sacrificing wanker-hood, and now wasn’t it.  Not when they had so much more to do today.  And if there was no time for that, there was definitely no time to slip and fall.

The Leviathan passed overhead, and for a moment they were in its shadow.  Steve thought he’d remembered how big these things had been, but now that he was up close its size astonished him all over again.  How did this thing stay in the air when it had nothing but those fins, beating gently like the legs of an aquatic insect?  He remembered Loki saying something about an anti-gravity field… Stark would probably be able to figure it out, but for some reason Stark had refused to work on any of the captured Chi’Tauri technology.

He wondered if the reason why not had anything to do with how the Leviathan looked horribly like a living thing.  The teeth in front gave it the appearance of having a blind head, and its undulating body structure looked like a sine.  The Chi’Tauri had built mechanical components into their own bodies to strengthen them.  Had they also knitted biological features into their machines?  Or was this some kind of animal, perhaps a thing that had once swum in an alien ocean before the Chi’Tauri fished it out to turn it into a war machine?

“Oh!” said Natasha.

“What?” asked Steve, but a moment later he found out, as the craft he and Thor were riding gave a sudden jolt and then slowed and steadied, as if being guided through the air by a giant, rock-solid invisible hand.  Thor tried to move the steering control, and could not do it.

“Don’t panic,” said Loki.  “The main computer is guiding us in to dock.”  His voice was calm, but Steve saw him rearrange his hold on his fire extinguisher.  Natasha had the one she’d taken from one of the women, and Thor had a third, slung across his back.  Steve was still carrying one, too, but he would hopefully leave the fighting to the others while he stole the wormhole machine.

Their vehicles separated and moved into line with opposite sides of the Leviathan, matching its speed and sinuous motion exactly as they drew closer and closer.  Steve instinctively brought his arms in, even though there was plenty of space, as they backed into the docking port on the side of the bigger craft. Darkness closed in around them with the walls, and connectors shot out to hook into both sides of the vehicle.  The Leviathan was still moving around them, while in the middle of it they seemed to be sitting perfectly still.

#fanfic #natasha romanoff #steve rogers

[avengeultrons]

Title: Time will Heal (Part 11 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2377

Summary: Natasha and the reader go on a wild goose chase to find Peter before he falls into more trouble

A/N: YAY FINALLY AN IMAGINE! I hope you enjoy this part, I looooove this series so much and hope you do, too. Yay! 

Part 1

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You were bouncing your leg impatiently, drumming your fingers along the console of the car as you tried to reach Tony, “Come on, pick up,” you mumbled under your breath, pushing the call button as it went straight to voicemail once again. You were becoming increasingly frustrated with Tony. Sure, he was mad at Peter, but it seemed like Peter was really in trouble.

“That other kid, Ned?” you raised an eyebrow at Natasha, how did she know who Ned was? She rolled her eyes, glancing at you through the rear view mirror, “Call him. We can track and find Peter that way. I’ll call Happy and let him know what’s going on.”

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you punched Ned’s contact on your phone, tears burning your eyes. The thought of Peter being severely injured causing a pit to form in your stomach, “It’s gonna okay, Y/N. Peter can handle himself,” Natasha tried to reassure you, “Happy, can you hear me? It’s about Peter.”

“The man had a death ray, Nat. Just a giant laser beam pointed at Peter!” you said through clenched teeth, your eyes wide with worry, “Ned? It’s Y/N. Where the hell is Peter?” Natasha gave you a look as you said it, her eyebrow raising, “I mean, where is Peter?”

“Some warehouse not far from the school. I can give you the address?” you put him on speaker as he said it, Natasha quickly punching it into the GPS before speeding off in that direction.

When you arrived at the presumed lot, you were confused. It was merely a pile of smoking rubble, a building that once was. You jumped out of the car and ran to it, your feet screaming in painful protest, “He can’t be here, no way,” you said quietly, your heart pounding in your ears. The image of a nearly unconscious Peter lying underneath the heavy breaks and sharp metal made your breath catch in your throat. You hugged yourself tightly in an attempt to warm yourself up in the winter night chill as you tapped your heel on the concrete, “He’s not here.”

“Y/N, we’ve gotta go…to Coney Island apparently? Ned says Peter is airborne, and they’re heading that way,” Natasha had her own cell phone to her ear as she stood out of the car the coat that she let you borrow now wrapped around her. You ran back to the car, chewing on your bottom lip. Airborne? Peter was in an enclosed plane with this guy? “We’ll find him.”

It was a long ride from Queens to Coney Island. It took five tries during the car ride but you had finally gotten through to Tony on the phone as Natasha swerved into an empty parking lot. Both of you audibly gasped as you watched one of Tony’s own quinjets spiral out of the sky in a twister of fire and sparks. The engine blared in your ears as it crashed into an amusement park ride and smashed into the ground. You could see an orange colored light illuminate the beach as a fire ate away at the remainder of the jet, a stark contrast to the fun lights of the ferris wheel and game booths, “Hello? Sorry, my phone was in the lab. Jesus Christ, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“It’s Peter. I don’t know,” Natasha snatched the phone from you as you stared straight at the destruction ahead of you, your eyes blurring with tears. The two of you clambered out of the car and started off across the asphalt as fast as you could to the beach.

With each step, you felt as if you were falling farther and farther behind. The eerily large and empty parking lot loomed ahead and seemed to laugh in your face as the two of you trudged ahead, “Parker went after the jet that has all of your suits on it, Tony. I remember him saying something about a Vulture guy but I didn’t believe him. God, I feel like such a jerk,” she sighed, “We’ve got it under control, don’t worry,” you gaped at her as she said it, for you definitely didn’t feel like you had anything under control.

“What the hell?” your mouth fell open as Natasha shrieked, watching the winged villain pick Peter up by the hood of his jacket and toss him back onto the ground as if he were a bug, “Call the police, Y/N.” Natasha had taken a liking to the boy that hung around with you nonstop, so seeing him in the intense fight that he was in made her stomach turn.

You were quick to type in the number and had just raised the phone up to press call when a flash of light ahead of you made you turn away to shield your eyes. Something had exploded on the beach not one hundred yards in front of you. Your stomach dropped to your feet and you tossed the phone at Natasha before taking off in a sprint to the source of the explosion, “Wait up!”

Heels weren’t fun in sand, especially when you were trying to run. Bits of the jet were everywhere, all of it blazing with fire. It lit up dark night sky eerily and you wondered if anyone was looking out of their windows by now, checking to see what was going on at the beach.

You found crates with the Avengers logo lying in the sand in a large pile, Iron Man suits and weapons alike. Your heart was thumping in your chest with every step you took, tiptoeing closer and closer to the wreckage. You were walking until you saw him, Peter lying next to the metal winged villain in a heap. Both of them were practically unconscious in the sand, arms limp at their sides. That was when you started to run again.

“Be careful, Y/N!” Natasha yelled as you picked up the pace again and ran up to them. You gathered a fistfull of fabric into your hand as you knelt down next to Peter’s head, peering down at him, “Looks like a tornado went through here.”

You caressed Peter’s cheek and looked around at the wreckage, a chill running down your spine, “Peter, can you hear me?” The winged villain apparently the father of his girlfriend- groaned and rolled over onto his side as Natasha pulled you back, her overprotective instincts coming out. She felt like an older sister to you and didn’t want you anywhere near harm’s way.

“We need to get him out of here, Y/N,” she said quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You gave a nod and grabbed one of Peter’s web shooters that was in the sand and shot a web at the towers of boxes and crates to hold them together. Natasha helped you pull the unconscious man across the ground and propped him up against the boxes before trapping him in another string of web. You and Natasha had both worked up a sweat by the time you heard the faint sounds of police sirens approaching from the distance, “Peter? We’ve gotta go. Y/N, run back to the car and explain to the police what you saw if they arrive.” he groaned, a sign that he was actually alive. You breathed a sigh of relief, more than happy to run to the car.

You were sitting on the hood of the car, not a police car in site before the two of them stumbled back to the parking lot. Natasha had an arm around Peter to hold him up as they trudged to the car. You slid off of the corvette’s hood and walked over to them, trying to keep from running over to them, “I’ll go start the car,” Natasha said with an exhausted groan, giving you a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

“You look pretty beat up,” you said with your arms crossed, your head tilted to the side as you looked at him. He was clutching his shoulder, a smile on his face that was a mix of nerves and pain, “I’m glad that you’re okay,” you turned on your heel and sighed. Never in a million years had you imagined your reunion to involve his date’s evil dad and a rough battle on the beach of Coney Island.

Peter sighed and used his good hand to rub the back of his neck, “You guys followed me here?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. You rolled your eyes at him as you trudged to the car, heels clicking with an air of annoyance, “Why? You know I can handle things myself, Y/N.” You were suddenly both angry and incredibly annoyed, now knowing that Peter was safe and that he didn’t even want you there in the first place. Everything was suddenly so different, as if nothing in the past had ever happened.

“Uh, sure you can. That explains why you were practically unconscious,” Natasha honked the horn which made you jump and glare at her as the two of you clambered into the car. The heat was blaring on its highest setting which meant that if you wanted to talk, you would have to yell. You bit your tongue to keep from saying something you didn’t mean. Obviously, the honeymoon stage of your arrival back to 2017 was ending. Natasha was even noticing it, too, her eyebrows furrowing at the awkward tension that filled the car.

“So, Peter. You have a girlfriend, now? Gosh, I feel like I haven’t see you in ages,” your eyes widened as Natasha broke the silence while pulling out of the parking lot. She was only trying to make conversation, and to try and put the pieces together of what exactly was going on. She was watching her two favorite teens’ relationship fall apart at the seams.

Peter’s face turned red as he leaned over the middle console to look at you, an eyebrow raised. He had just told you not two hours ago, yet you’d already told, “You told her?” You shrugged and looked over at Natasha as Peter collapsed back in the back seat with a huff, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of pain wracked his brain.

“Well, I uh,” Natasha sighed loudly and glanced over at you with an apologetic smile. She had just dug a deeper hole full of nervous tension and awkward moments. Without saying anything else, she turned up the radio and let Billy Idol’s Dancing with Myself play, drowning out your groans at the song. It reminded you of walking along the sidewalk in the spring with Peter, listening to this song for the first time, “Okay, Okay! I’m turning the song, Jesus.”

Stark Tower was officially empty. There wasn’t a piece of furniture or a human in sight as you walked the barren halls in search of Tony. You led the way, Natasha trailing behind as she caught up with Peter. You felt a pang of jealousy as she did so, a defeated sigh escaping your lips, “Tony, there you are!” you ran up to him, watching his eyebrows furrow as he took in the condition of each of you.

“What the hell? Are you guys okay?” Tony pulled you over to him and gave you a hug, “Happy’s going out now to assess the damage. Mr. Parker, I am so sorry. I should’ve trusted you, I know that,”

You busied yourself with finally unbuckling your uncomfortable heels and tucked them under your arm, breathing in a sigh of relief. Peter glanced at you nervously, not daring to make eye contact, “I, uh, it’s okay Mr. Stark. Really,”  he shrugged as Tony glanced between you and Peter with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unable to understand why there was such an awkward tension between the two of you, “Guess I should head home, then. I’m sure May is looking for me.”

“I should…I’m gonna head outside and get some fresh air,” you said at the same time that Peter spoke. Peter wasn’t even looking at you and all you wanted to do was get away from the awkward situation.

Tony waved at Peter, “Go, get some rest. Thank you for everything this evening, we’ll be in touch!” Peter’s eyes lit up as he turned to leave, his ski mask bunches up in his hand. He waited until Peter was halfway down the sidewalk outside before turning to you, a concern look on his face, “Now, what the heck is wrong with you two?”

“Peter has a girlfriend, Tony. Look, we should get going if we’re going to make it to the Avengers Facility before it’s too late,” Natasha squeezed your shoulder reassuringly as your cheeks burned red and you walked past them to pick up the last of the boxes in an attempt to busy yourself with something other than thinking about Peter and a girlfriend.

Tony’s eyes widened and the two of them seemingly had a silent conversation before Natasha shoved him over to you to help, “Sorry about Peter, Y/N,” he said with a sigh. You gave a shrug, inspecting your nail beds as you pretended that you weren’t upset.

“It’s fine, I don’t expect someone to wait for me when they don’t even know if I’m coming back,” Tony rolled his eyes at you and nudged you with her shoulder, “I don’t think that he’s very glad that I’m back, actually.”

“That’s crazy,” Tony Laughed at your statement, throwing an arm over your shoulders, “Peter was around a lot after you left. He was pretty torn up about you being gone. You mean a lot to him, Y/N…maybe he’s just surprised that you’re back and he doesn’t know what to do.”

You gave a nod and tucked one last box under your arm with an exhausted huff. You wanted to get out of your uncomfortable clothes and take a long bath to forget about the day, “What happens now?”you asked with a sheepish smile.

“Time heals,” Tony said with a shrug, giving you a pat on the shoulder, “but right now, we’re going to pack up and move to our new home.”

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