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shelbgrey · 1 year

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All Of Me(Tony Stark)

Parring: Tony Stark X Potts!Reader

Summary: your sister Pepper seems to beat you at everything and you could careless but when It comes to Tony feelings change.

Warnings: none

My heart shattered and my chest tightened when I saw him with pepper. My sister always got what she wanted, even when we're kids. She got the job in stark Industries on the spot, but for me I had to work very heard to get were I am today. Rather it be becoming an agent of shield or working along side with Tony.

Me and him have grown close, best friend even. We understood each other too well except for one thing. He didn't and probably would never understand the way I feel for him. You can call him what you want. Egotistical, rude, but you probably never seen the side of him I only see. Around me he was sweet, caring, and put things before him. The side of him that would but down his tools late at night if I had a nightmare. The side of him who would Carrie me on his back and put me back in bed and would stay with me through out the night. Or maybe the side of him that would get over protective or maybe jealous if he saw Clint or Rumlow touch me the wrong way during training. But maybe that side of him was all a lie, a lie he used to get to my sister Pepper.

Pepper was never a bad sister but I'm always in her shadow. Yes she was a hard worker, but only when she got something out of it. She gets everything handed to her on a silver plater. It was even like that when we were kids, our parents praised her and had to work hard just for them to take a second glance at me. I went to good college but of course I had to work for the money for it. Working for what I needed or wanted never bothered me but it did when I see first hand how Pepper gets her stuff and I hated and loved her for it.

Maybe that's what makes me and Tony so different. I worked my ass off and as for Tony he got everything handed to him. That was my first impression of him but as I got to know him that was far from the truth. As for pepper it wasn't, but of course I would never say that to her. I've told Tony and he would just sit and listen he looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes like he was holding on to every word and keeping them some place safe. With him I could tell him anything without getting judged.

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I punched the tan bag over and over again as the loud rock music blasted through out every speaker in the training facility. The bag flew in every direction as my fists collided with the leather bag. My heart was beating as fast as I was throwing punches.

"Potts!" a voice shouted but a continued my fight in till the same voice shouted again. "(y/n)!" I threw one last punch making the chang break making the bag fall to the ground and it busted open making the sand spilling out.

"jeez what?" I asked turning to the source of the voice which was Clint.

"stark is looking for you" Clint answered. "he's in the lab"

"what dose the tin can want?" I asked unwrapping my hands then putting my hoodie over my head making stray hairs stick out randomly on my head.

"don't know he just Said he needed help" Clint shrugged and replaced the punching bad I Broke with a new one.

I rolled my eyes expecting it to be something stupid. Tony usually asked help for a lot of things. Some big or small but pepper got to do all the instristing things.

When I finally made into the lab Tony was on one of the exsamaning tables without his shirt exposing his arc reactor. He was hooked up to a couple of his machines, one of them was mesering the beats of his heart and the other gathering data on his breathing.

I arched an eyebrow at him as he just sat there amesly like nothing was wrong. He didn't look hurt or sick he just had his cocky little smirk plastered on his face.

"what is it Anthony?" I playfully sighed.

"I need you to help me switch this out" he responded taping on his little glowing neon blue circle that was now are part of him.

"why me? You know about it more than me" I said walking over to where he was.

"you'll be fine" he said and maneuvered his body so he was now laying on his back. I sighed and started to fiddle with his arc reactor and gently unplugged the wires. The heart monitor started to pick up and I quickly let go of everything. "I shouldn't be doing this, ask Bruce"

"Bruce is out with Nat" Tony said running his fingers through his hair. "you'll be fine, if I didn't trust you I wouldn't have asked"

I took a deep breath and slowly took out the old arc reactor with shaky hands I set it down on the empty spot that was on the medical bed. His brown eyes never left me as I plugged the new one in. As the the cord clicked in and a zapping sound filled my ears. Tony quickly jerked up and grabbed my hips fake screaming.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" I quickly asked not realizing it was a joke. Tony started laughing and wrapped his arms around my body. I quickly put my hands on his bear chest pushing him down.

"don't. Do. That" I said with a shaky breath. A mixture of a laughter and nervousness painted over my voice. I cover my eyes with my sleeve covered hands not looking at his cocky smirk.

I felt his hands wrap around me wrist uncovering my face. His chocolate eye softened and he gave a genuine smile.

"I'm sorry, I was only messing with you"

"I don't think you realize how much of a pain in the ass you are" I smiled.

"thanks for helping me" he only replied and placed a kiss on my forehead.

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The next morning I sat in the kitchen with Bruce and Nat talking about random things In till Steve and tony walked in. "good morning guys" Steve said sweetly.

"hay cap" I smiled and took a slip of my tea. "morning Tony, did you get any sleep last night?" this was a usual thing for us. The only thing we argued about was his lack of sleep and him over working himself.

"good 3 hours maybe" he confessed ready to get yelled at. I rolled my eyes and took the mug of coffee from his hands. "bed. Now" I told him and pushed him forward.

"but i-" he said but I cut him off.

"don't care, your exhausted I can tell that much" I said pulling him out of the kitchen by the sleeve of his shirt.

"I wouldn't argue with her Tony" Bruce said walking past us with his eyes locked on his I-pad.

Tony sighed and followed me into his bedroom. I gently pushed his chest so he'd sit of the bed. He rolled his eyes then wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me so I stood in between his legs and he rest his head on my chest. I smiled and started running my finger through his brown hair.

"thanks" he mumbled.

"for what?" I asked lifting his chin with my hand. His dark brown eyes locked with mine. "nothing. Never mind" he said letting go of my waist.

"what is it?" I asked backing away a little.

"you wanna be my plus one to the party tonight at the X Mansion?" he asked with hope in his eyes.

"I honestly forgot Xavier was hosting it" I said playing with his hair.

"so?" he asked standing up so he was towering over me. I sighed and placed my hand on his arc reactor covering the faint glow. "if you get rest and possibly sleep in till its time to get ready for it I might save you a dance"

"good enough I guess" he sighed then let a smirk break threw his lips when I pushed him back down in the bed.

After putting him to bed I quickly ran down the stairs to hang out with the others but I was stopped by my sister.

"where is tony?" she asked

"he's getting some rest. He hasn't slept at all this week" I told her then tried to move around her but she put her arm infront of me.

"why do you care any way?" she asked.

"because he's my best friend" I said trying to move past her but failed once again.

"I don't want you to get to attached to him"

"why? Why do you care about my personal life all the sudden?"

"because I've seen how he acts with women and I don't want him hurting you" she said sincerely.

"that's the problem he's not like that anymore. If you take the time to actually talk to him you'd know" I said walking away scussfully this time.

I sighed and leaned up against the empty wall away from her. Sometimes I wondered if she actually cared or she was mocking me. We only had each other that was true but the older we get the more we hated each other and I despised that the most.

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Later at the party I came in with Wanda and natasha. The girls ditched me to go find Vision and Bruce leaving me alone in the crowd. I sighed not really wanting to be here. I like the X-men and all but we as teams can't figure out how to work together even if Fury makes us. I moved around the crowed area in till I saw Steve. Him being the only one I knew in eye sight I made a bee line for him.

"hay (y/n), you look beautiful tonight" he smiled.

"thanks Cap, you don't look to bad yourself"

We talked for a while In till I saw Tony walking towards us. "hay Cap mind if I take (n/n)?" he asked with a smirk

Steve put his hands up in defense and walked away with a smile. Tony then smirked looking at me. His eyes traveled from my head to toe. "you look gorgeous"

I blushed then looked down. "you want to Dance?" he asked.

"I can't dance" I smiled. Tony shook his head then pulled me by my hand. "it's easy" he spoke then pulled me to his chest.

He placed my arms on his shoulders and his hand fell to the small of my back. "and we just sway to the music" he said softly moving our bodies slowly. I rest my head on his chest holding him close as we moved to the music.

"(y/n) I need to say something" he said pulling away. Oh no here it comes I thought.

"I think I'm in Love with you."

I pulled away from a little harder than I meant to and backed away. "no" I whispered.

"why not?"

"I'm not good enough for you" I spoke and tried to leave but he stopped me. "please (y/n)"

"you can have any girl you want... I'm not the one you were meant to find" I said trying to walk away only to be stopped by his lips being pressed to mine. He kissed me roughly but softly at the same time if that was even possible. "just shut up for a sec" he whispered against my lips.

"you are good enough and you make me a better man" I was about to say something but Pepper came over to us.

"can I cut in?" she asked. I rolled my eyes then nodded walking away from my sister and Tony.

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The next morning I lied in bed still thinking about Tony and what happened at the party. I knew I couldn't avoid him forever so I decided to go talk to him. He was my best friend and I wasn't going to lose him.

I took a deep breath before opening the door to his lab and I walked into his lab.

"hay Tony I think w-" I stoped. My heart sunk seeing them. Pepper leaning on his desk and he was pressed against her. He quickly pulled away and she just stood there not affected at all. "I knew it" I growled and ran off.

"(y/n)! (y/n) wait please!" Tony said racing out side to were I was pacing back and forth.

"please let me explain" he said looking like his life shattered. He walked forward to me trying to hide the stray tears. "n-no just stay!" I said putting my hands up. "stay away from me please"

"don't do this. I never meant for this to happen" he said his voice cracking.

"you know what?" I spoke letting the tears fall down my red cheeks "My hole life Pepper has gotten everything she's ever wanted. The only thing I had that she didn't was you" I said tearing up more I thought of it. Tony stepped forward and tried to grab my hand but I jerked away.

"was all that you said that night at the party a lie? Was it just all bull shit!" I asked.

"no! None of it was" he yelled back his voice cracking. His eyes glossed over with tears trying to get me in his grasp.

"really? So what did i see you doing with my sister, huh? Was our friendship a lie too? Was it just so you could get to my sister?" I cried.

"no! I love you okay? She came on to me" he tried to explain. He stood closer to me his hand shaking as he placed it on my cheek. "I can't loose you"

"I want to believe you, but I can't right now... I'm sorry" I said removing his hand then walked away from him.

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The next week I avoided Tony as much as I possibly could and I did the same with Pepper. I did my job the best I could with out any vocal or social interaction with Tony and the team could tell it was killing him, but really it was killing the both of us. Instead of going to visit him in his lab I would go on a run with Steve or train in the gym with Rumlow or Bucky. If he tried to talk to me or walk towards me I would quickly duck behind someone and leave the room.

"you gotta stop this" Bruce said slamming his books and lab top on the tab I was at. The noise making me look up from my computer. "what are you talking about Bruce"

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose making his glasses slip if his face and land on the tab. "okay" he said starting to talk with hand movements like he usually dose when he has a rant brewing in his big brain. "you two are my best friends and I know this much. He loves the crap out of you and he is literally dying in that lab"

"Brucie, you didn't see what I did, you don't know what it's like to see some glimpse of hope then getting your heart shatter." I said slamming my lab top close. "you have a perfect relationship"

He raised an eyebrow. "you think me and Nat have a perfect relationship? For your information your the one who told me I was good enough for her when I thought I wasn't... I wouldn't have had the courage to tell her I loved her with out you" he spoke.

"I rather see the people around me happy than see me happy.... And If Tony wants to be with pepper than I'll let him because I want him to have the world"

"you are his world! If you want him to have the world go into that lab!" he said.

"he was groping my damn sister Bruce!" I shouted standing up from the table. "I wanted to tell him I loved him! I really did but like everything else my sister bet me to it" I started to tear up and put my hands hiding my tears from him. Bruce got up and wrap his arms around me hugging me. "he chooses you, but you have to believe that he loves you" he spoke.

"i just can't right now" I whimpered. Bruce was about to say som but F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke threw the speakers. "all avengers to the quin jets.. All Avengers to the quin jests"

"this conversation isn't over" Bruce said running down the hallway with me then into the jet. As walked in Clint quickly handed me my crossbow and suit. I quickly put the patch on my chest and the nano tech covered my body forming into my suit.

"you alright doll?" Bucky asked walking up to me a Bruce.

"I'm fine buckaroo" I smiled and padded his shoulder.

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I ran through the empty halls of the Hydra base completely lost and separated from the rest of the team.

"(y/n), (y/n) where are you?" I heard Tony say on the calms. Why do you care I thought to my self. I didn't respond and continued to run. "God Damnit (y/n) nows nto the time for the fucking silent treatment" Tony said again.

"(y/n) I found you and I'm coming" I heard Sam say next.

"I'm coming Sammy" I quickly met with Sam after a couple of feet and hallways. We both quickly got out before the building exploded. I quickly looked around and my heart sank. "wait! Where is tony?"

"Tony? Tony, where are you?" Steve spoke.

I quickly looked up and saw his suit being shot out of the window and free falling. "Hulk help him" I spoke looking at my green friend. Hulk growled and jumped up and cought him. Tony looked like a toy in his arms. Hulk quickly landed on his feet and gently laid Tony on the concrete. "Tony? Tony please be okay" I said as I dropped to my knees next to his stiff body. I quickly ripped his dented mask reviling his cut up face. His brown eyes were closed and his beard was panted red with blood.

"Tony? Tony come back to me" I said tears poring out of my eyes. I placed my hand on his arc reactor as it's light started flickering. Hulk quickly let out a lion like roar making Tony jolt awake. He quickly panted and looked around. I sighed and fell back on my but and rested my elbows on my knees. "damn you" I cried. I looked up at him and quickly lunged forward slamming my lips to his. His eyes widened but quickly melt into the kiss. He placed his metal covered hand to my cheek and the other fell to my waist pulling me closer.

"alright break it up" Nat chuckled leaning on hulks arm.

"I Love You I said looking down at him."I thought I lost you... I'm sorry for acting like a total bitch I should hav-"

"hay, hay it's okay" Tony said cutting me off. He quickly stepped out of his broken suit and placed his hands on both my cheeks. "I understand but you need to believe me when is say I love you and I want you and only you" he said. His chocolate eyes I loved so much stared into my soul. He slowly lowered his face to meet my level and pecked my lips. "I'm not talking to my sister though" I spoke.

Tony ground and pulled away. "of course your not... Because your so stubborn" he smirked.

"and you love me for it" I said placing my hand on his arc reactor. "but I learned it from you"

"I'm a bad influence on you, I'll say that much" he chucked.

"that maybe True but she's an excellent influence on you Stark" Steve spoke up. I chuckled then placed a kiss on his chest where his reactor is because he's so much taller than me and his reactor has always been eye level to me. I always loved it and thought it was cool.

"marry me" Tony said lifting my chin up with his pointer finger. We were the last to left out side and everyone elses was climbing back into the jet.

"little early don't you think?" I smiled.

"I've waited to long to call you mine Im not waisting a second of it"

"then yes, yes I'll marry you" I smiled.

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Another Agent Barton? - Clint Barton

Clint x reader daughter

Avengers x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 910

Summary: Being Clint’s daughter, and having been trained by him and Natasha. The Avengers need help from another smaller agent.

Authors Note: A shorter reader for reasons of needing her help. First time I believe I’m writing for a shorter reader. Fun Fact Scarlett Johansen is 5’3 and I’m the same height.

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“Yeah, but who can do that.” Tony asked out loud. They had a urgent mission but there were parts that none of them could do.

“None of us can. Not even Nat.” Steve let out a sigh. Tony was right, as annoying as that was.

Nat looked to Clint with knowing eyes. “We could call her in.”

Clint let out a frustrated sigh. “Nat”

Everyone was getting confused now as they watched the two spys. “She’s been dying to help and she just got backfrom her mission over seas.” Natasha added, knowing she was right that girl always talked to her. Told her everything.

“You advocate for my daughter more than you do for anyone else.” Clint glared at the redhead but there was no malice in it.

Nat shrugged. “I like her more than anyone else.”

“Who are you both talking about?” Bruce asked the question that was on everyones mind.

“Clint’s oldest daughter.” Natasha stated looking towards the others.

“y/n.” Clint told them her name. It’s not that he didn’t want Y/n on the team. Hell she was already an agent, it’s just he would be so focused on making sure she’s okay. That could endanger the others or at the very least himself. And he didn’t want her to get hurt. Or at least have to see it happen.

“You have another kid? You Bartons are very busy.” Tony said under his breath. They do have a lot of kids.

“She’s an agent?” Wanda asked with her head tilted.

“Yes, trained by me and Nat ourselves.” Clint nodded explaining a bit more about her to his friends that he considered family.

“Could she help?” Steve asked crossing his arms.

“Your call, you know how I’d vote.” Natasha stated as Clint looked to her for her input.

Clint nodded letting out a sigh. He just didn’t want her to get hurt, him being there and he couldn’t do nothing about it. But Nat was right. They needed her. “Fine. I’ll call her.”

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“Where is she? We’re about to leave.” Tony questioned as they stood in the quinjet, waiting for this young Barton Agent to get there.

“She’ll be here.” Natasha stated glaring at Tony. She’s very protective also of Y/n.

“Paticnce, Tony.” Steve said trying to defuse the conversation before anything could happen or be said.

“There she is.” Natasha nodded towards where a girl probably in her early 20’s was coming from a black SHIELD SUV dropped her off.

“Thats Bartons daughter?” Bruce asked with squinted eyes. She was older than mot of them expected, most of his kids were a good portion younger.

“Her names Y/n or as she’s called in the field hummingbird.” Nat stated, they really couldn’t call her by her name? That was ridiculous. Y/n is more than just Clint’s kid. She’s her own person.

“Why hummingbird?” Wanda asked curiously, while everyone else just thought ‘another Barton with a bird code name’.

“She hums to distract her targets and she can move fast so they look one way but she comes around from the other.” Natasha explained kindly to Wanda as she was the only one in Nat’s eyes not being rude about her niece.

“The bird family.” Tony snarked which earned him a glare from not only Nat.

“Well, she did inherit Clint’s sense of sight.” Bucky spoke up which caused all eye’s to turn to him. Which made him uncomfortable, Bucky shrugged his shoulders before continuing. “What? It’s in her file. And I’ve ran into her before. Back when I was the Winter Solider.”

“Everyone.” Clint said as him and Y/n walked up the ramp of the quinjet. Clint had been waiting axniously for her to arrive. “This is Y/n. My daughter. Y/n everyone.”

“Hey everyone.” Y/n said smiling giving a small wave to all the Avengers. Then her focus turned to the two people infront of her she already knew. “And hi, Nat. Bucky.”

“You know Bucky?” Clint turned his attention to his daughter so fast it scared her abit.

Y/n shifted on her feet biting her lip not knowing what to say to her father about this. ‘Hey dad Fury sent me on a mission when I was only 17 and I ran into the Winter Solider’. No, that wouldn’t work. “Uhhhh, top secret mission.”

“Y/n-” Clint went to start interagetting her but Y/n cut himoff.

“Ask Fury. Okay?” she raised her hands in surrender.

Before Clint could question her anymore Tony spoke up wanting to get the mission started as soon as possible. “Alright. Let’s see what you can do. Let’s go.”

“Got a suit?” Steve sked with kind eyes.

“Yup.” Y/n gave him a nod.

“Then Suit up.” Steve nodded backwith a smile.

“This is gonna be fun.” Y/n sat next to Nat with a huge smile on her face. She was excited to finally get to work with her dad and Aunt Natasha. They trained her after all.

“Just don’t do anything to scare your dad. Got it? Or me.” Natasha smiled she to was excited but she was also nervous for the same reasons as Clint.

“I got it. Besides I want to be able to help you guys again.” Y/n nodded trying to get her to not worry as much. There was no way Y/n was gonna be reckless. She wanted to work with them all again someday.

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graceloveswolves · 1 year

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Dating Clint Barton Would Include….

- probably starting off as friends

- having to accept his role as an Avenger (if you’re not one as well)

- he will be away from you at times when he’s on a mission

- but he makes up for lost time when he’s away

- one time he left in the middle of dinner on an emergency

- and you were majorly disappointed but understood he was going out to save lives

- and woke up the next day to breakfast being made, flowers on the table, and a new bracelet on your wrist

- he’s very sarcastic and funny

- you guys joke around all the time, teasing each other

- he would literally give you anything you wanted

- wanted a new kitchen? Done.

- want a pet horse? Done.

- want to get married? Yes.

- want a baby? Hell yes.

- he’s so husband material and a very good at being one

- he loves you more then anything else in the world and shows it to you all the time

- he is secretive of you though, unless it’s Natasha or another close friend of his

- he’s scared someone would take you or something bad would happen to you because of him

- it actually frightens the shit out of him when you take awhile to respond to him when he’s away

- which of course you try your best to respond to him

- since texting him is a huge part of your relationship when he’s away

- it will be random things/pictures of inside jokes or things you guys find funny

- knowing/learning sign language since he is mostly deaf

- also watching over him a lot because of it

- but Clint being Clint will no doubt make a ton of jokes about not hearing you

- eventually he will want to get married and settle down with you

- “Clint what are you doing here?”

- “Disappointing my wife.”

- but sometimes duty calls

- he of course will start taking less and less missions when you guys are starting to build a family and life together

- him teaching you how to shoot a bow

- getting you one for yourself just to make him feel better when he’s away

- installing a bunch of security measures in the house

- having picnics together in a quiet field

- him taking you out to go do something fun like see a movie or out to eat

- always having a hand or arm on you

- very into PDA

- and handsy when it comes to your butt

- using him as a pillow wherever you guys end up sitting down at

- he in return will use you as a foot rest

- reassuring him that he’s just as important as anyone else in the Avenger’s

- he’s a very loyal person and will always be loyal to you

- him telling you his war stories while he was gone

- checking him for injuries when he comes home

- lots of cuddles when he gets home

- and sex

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heliads · 2 years

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Hi! I have a couple of requests, but of course, please don’t feel rushed and take your time on these!

• Newt x Reader (The Maze Runner): The reader is introduced to Ava, and Ava takes a liking to the reader. She gives the reader “special treatment” but it’s just a plan to get information out of the gladers and to use her. Ava tries to use the reader a a test subject but the boys & teresa get there just in time. (Didn’t realize how long that was, I’m so sorry!!!)

• Eric Coulter x Reader: The reader is a new found leader with Eric and Four. Some of the boys try to hit on her but Eric gets a little protective

• Clint Barton x Reader: Clint introduces you to the team as his girlfriend

hi! the newt and eric fics are linked in my masterlist :))

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Your boyfriend may be the one risking his life every day when he’s out fighting alongside his team, but you swear that you’re more nervous now than he’s ever been. You’re not taking on alien threats, nor sentient robot killing machines, but something worse. You have to meet the Avengers.

You’ve already been agonizing over this hopeless turn of events for a solid hour by the time Clint finally intervenes. He stands up from his seat in the corner of the room and walks over to you, gently taking your hands to stop your frenetic pacing.

“Y/N, it’s going to be alright, I promise. They’re going to love you.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Do you really know that, though? What if they’ve been lying to you about their ‘meeting girlfriends’ policies?”

Clint chuckles. “Love, I’m an agent. I’ve been monitoring these guys for years. Trust me, I know exactly what their standards are, and I also know that you exceed all of them by a long shot.”

You arch a brow. “Do I, though?”

He smiles. “Yes, you do. Honestly, I would be more worried about you being disappointed with them. I think most of them are kind of boring, barring Nat of course.”

You nod solemnly. “Nat is my favorite. Barring you, of course.”

Clint’s smile grows sarcastic. “Ha, ha. I should hope so.”

You smile as well, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “Always. Now, when are we going again?”

The answer is now, right now. You’re allowed one final grace period of five minutes or so to panic, then collect yourself and head to the door with Clint. He tucks your hand into his arm like he’s a proper gentleman, which makes you laugh. Nothing about Clint has ever been proper, especially not the fact that he makes his living by shooting people with arrows like he’s a real life Robin Hood.

Still, the aforementioned Robin Hood activities are what led to you meeting him in the first place. It had happened during the battle of New York, when he and his team were fighting against the Chitauri. Clint had saved your life, then accidentally turned up at a coffee shop a few days later at the exact same time as you.

Rather than ignore the man who made sure you weren’t yet another one of the missing, you stayed and talked with him, and now you’ve been dating for what could either be a matter of months or forever.

You’ve known all along what dating an Avenger would entail, and it certainly stresses you out whenever he has to go to war against the latest global threat, but you’ve never had to worry about meeting the others. Nat already took it upon herself to talk with you after she learned you were dating Clint, but you didn’t mind that.

Spending time with the entire team at once, though, is a completely different story. You’re not going to pretend that you haven’t had imposter syndrome at least a couple times as it relates to your relationship with Clint. Why should an Avenger, especially a spy that’s seen so much of the world, want to date a civilian?

Clint still manages to convince you of it every day. There’s a certain quiet to his expression whenever he’s with you, a peace that isn’t there whenever he comes home from work at the Avengers complex. It’s like you can see the tension unraveling from his limbs the longer he’s with you. You remind him that he’s human, Clint says, that he has something to fight for other than the nameless world. You make him want to keep coming back, day after day, just so he can chase that feeling of not being alone.

You can only hope that the Avengers pick up on that, too. Clint drives you over to the complex, and you spend the ride staring out of the windows, trying to practice what to say. You know how to talk to Natasha, obviously, she’s practically a sister to you now, but what about the others? How do you relate to Tony Stark, for goodness’ sake?

Before you know it, Clint is pulling into a parking space, and walking around the car to open your door. You walk with him to the door, then stand silently in the elevator as it ferries you up to your doom.

Just before the elevator arrives, Clint faces you one last time. “Remember, you’re going to be fine. I promise you, these guys are more scared of meeting you than you are of meeting them. They’ve probably been planning out their first impressions for days.”

You manage a weak laugh. “I don’t think Thor, God of Thunder, really has to worry about making a mortal think he’s cool.”

Clint arches a brow. “You’d be surprised. He’s already asked me what your favorite flower is at least twice.”

You grin. “And what did you tell him?”

Clint harrumphs. “I didn’t tell him anything. I won’t have a Norse deity trying to steal my girlfriend away from me.”

You laugh. “He couldn’t if he tried. I’m here to stay.”

A satisfied smile crosses Clint’s face. “Oh, I know, I just like hearing you say it.”

You elbow him in the side. “Mean.”

He laughs quietly just as the doors slide open with a crisp ding. You feel the butterflies in your stomach start to surge about again, all flapping wings and rising heartbeats, but one glance over at Clint and you’re able to calm yourself again. You have every right to be here.

Clint leads you down a set of corridors and into a wide open space full of floor to ceiling windows and friendly lighting. There are couches and chairs sprawled in a half circle, some the same industrial upholstery as every other piece of furniture in the complex, and others that seem as if they’ve been dragged here from apartments and attic sales for the sheer goal of making the facility seem livable.

A small crowd of heroes sits clustered on the various chairs, but they stand when they see you and Clint approach. As expected, Tony Stark is the first one to speak. He eyes you curiously, as you could be harboring moving gears and sparking wires, something that could endear you to him.

“So, you’re Y/N. I have to say, I feel betrayed. I thought Katniss over here would either be dating an agent or an arrow, but you’re very normal.”

You smile. “I think that’s a compliment, so thank you.”

He flashes you a disarming grin. “Always a compliment. Barton says that one of my greatest strengths is building other people up. He’s a big fan of mine.”

Clint coughs pointedly. “I don’t remember saying anything of the sort.”

“Nonsense,” Natasha says, materializing out of the corner of the room to head your way, “I can picture him saying that all the time. Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

You laugh, throwing your arms around the redhead’s shoulders. “Absolutely.”

Bruce Banner frowns from where he hovers at the very outskirts of the commotion. “Wait, Natasha, I didn’t realize you knew Y/N. I thought she’d never met any of us before.”

Nat grins. “I would never pass up the opportunity to question the girl dating my closest friend. I will have you know that she’s passed all of my tests.”

You raise a brow. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Steve Rogers crosses the room next, holding his hand out so the two of you can shake like reputable businessmen. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

From across the room, Tony shouts something in agreement as he reaches for a small glass in a wood lacquered cabinet. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard Barton say so much in years, specifically when he isn’t complaining. You want a drink?”

This last part is directed at you, but you shake your head. “I’m fine, thanks. I think I want all my wits about me in this crowd.”

Clint chuckles. “Damn right. If you’re not careful, Banner and Stark will talk you into signing up to volunteer in their labs. If they offer you a tour, back away slowly.”

Bruce frowns. “We only had one explosion while you were there. I don’t see why that makes you want to warn your girlfriend away.”

Clint exchanges a look with you. “Yeah, I can see I was overreacting when I had to pick shards of test tubes out of my armor for days afterward. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You just laugh. “Consider me warned. Is there anything else I should know before plunging myself into danger?”

A deep voice sounds from down the hall, and moments later, a tall, blond figure emerges into the room. “Only that you shouldn’t walk away from this place without getting the chance to know all of us. I, for one, am quite delighted to meet you.”

Your smile broadens, partially at the spoken sentiment and also at the look of consternation flickering across Clint’s face when he hears Thor’s declaration. Your boyfriend has always been good at maintaining a poker face, but this may be testing him a little too well.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Thor. How’s Asgard?”

He inclines his head gravely. “It is a wonderful place, as always. Perhaps I could show you sometime soon.”

Clint cocks his head to the side. “You’ve never offered any of us that chance.”

“Not all do you deserve it,” Thor says blandly. It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the faces of every Avenger in this room.

However, funny or not, you do owe it to your boyfriend to stand by him. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve already sworn to go on a trip with Clint over the next couple of days. I don’t want to miss out on our time together, so I’m afraid I’ll have to put Asgard on hold for the time being.”

Thor seems to accept this, and claps Clint on the shoulder. “A worthy response. The two of you are good for each other. I can see it.”

With that, the god leaves the room again, leaving the remaining Avengers and yourself to stare at each other with mirror expressions of bafflement and humor.

Tony breaks the silence at last. “Well, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t interesting around here. I may never understand him, but who does?”

You grin. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.”

Looking around at the assembled heroes, you think you can understand why Clint chose to stay on the team instead of going back to being a solo S.H.I.E.L.D. agent once more. It isn’t just because he wants chances to protect the people of this world, he’d get that as an agent, too.

It’s because of this team, the Avengers. There is a sense of belonging that ties all of them together, even when they’re poking fun at each other. No reason they’re always able to fight and win their battles, even despite terrible odds. In a place like this, with a team like this, anyone would feel inspired to give their all.

You’re glad that you went with Clint to meet the team, even though you were nervous at first. This is his family, in a way. Now, it’s yours, too. That sounds pretty good to you.

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buckysxgal · 2 years

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Intruders

Clint Barton x Reader | 1024 Words | Requested

This is the first thing I've written in a long while, it might not be my best work but I really like it :)

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Request: Hi there! May I please request a one-shot for a Clint Barton x Reader! Something like where the reader is sleeping in the Avengers compound while the team is out partying that night or something like that. The reader wakes up in the middle of the night due to sounds coming from from outside their room. They investigate that intruders have gotten in the tower and the reader freaks out and tries to find a way to escape. While in the process, they hide in another room and low and behold…Clint comes up from behind them and covers their mouth to keep them quiet. Basically the reader thought they were home alone, intruders come in, tries to hide, Clint finds the reader and just fluffy romance stuff that we love. I’ll leave the rest up to you!

It had been a long week, that’s for damn sure, the team decided to celebrate by going out. I however decided to take advantage of an empty tower and get some well needed sleep. The last mission we all went on really did a number on my body and I needed rest. The steam from inside the shower flooded into the bathroom as I opened the shower door. I wrapped the towel around my body and headed into my bedroom, changed into my comfiest pajamas and flopped down into bed, easing into a restful sleep.

BANG. The noise startled me awake and I leaped out of bed. I walk over to my door to open it but freeze when I hear voices coming from the hall. The team maybe. I checked my clock 12:30am. Usually when the team went out they didn’t come back until well after 4am.

“Pick that up and lets finish looking through these rooms. It’s the Avengers tower there’s gotta be something.” a voice I didn’t recognize said as I heard the door to the room next to mine open. I placed my hand on my mouth and as quietly as possible crawled to my bathroom where I knew there was a large vent.

I got to the bathroom and popped the vent open. I hauled my body up and into the vent as I heard my bedroom door open, I quietly put the vent cover back into place and started crawling through the vent to another room. I heard voices from underneath me, I looked through the vent cover coming up and saw people dressed in all dark clothes with masks covering their faces. They were currently exiting the room. Perfect, I’ll go in here. After they left and I heard the door shut I popped down out of the vent just to get grabbed and dragged into the bathroom. A hand covered my mouth as I thrashed around trying to get my attacker to let me go.

“Relax” a familiar voice whispered into my ear. I shifted so I could see who, I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Clint looking back at me. He took his hand off my mouth and turned me around with his hands. He did a quick scan of me.

“Are you OK?” He asked as he placed his hands on my face inspecting it. I nodded, not wanting to speak in fear of them hearing me. It was then that I realized just how close I was to my crush. I felt my face heat up and willed my heart to stop beating so fast.

“Do you know who those guys are?” I leaned in closer to his ear so I could whisper as quietly as possible.

“No,” He whispered back. “I already let Tony know, just waiting for an answer.” I nodded and moved to sit down on the shower floor. He followed me, as he got situated I leaned my head onto his shoulder. I could feel his head turn down to look at me but I kept my stare forward. Clint’s phone lit up with a notification.

“It’s from Tony” I gaze over at the screen to see that they were all on their way back.

“Are they sober?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Well the serum prevents Steve from getting drunk, so at least he will be” I let out a quiet chuckle. I took in the situation that we were in and took a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m not sure why I’m freaking out,” I whispered to him. He shifted a bit in his place and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

“I’m not gonna judge ya.” He rubbed my shoulder soothingly as I relaxed into his chest. I grabbed his other hand and held it in my own, seeking comfort in him.

“I fight aliens and criminals on a daily basis and a break in is what scares me,” I let out a watery chuckle “go figure” Clint rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.

“We all have our fears,” I peered up at him to see him already looking down at me. I realized just how close we were and I saw his eyes flicker down to look at my lips and started to lean in.

“Y/N? Clint?” He paused, I could feel his breath on my lips.

“I guess they are back.” I whispered.

“We should probably go tell them we’re alright.” He whispered back. All I could do was give a small nod. He slowly backed away from me and stood up, dusting off his pants before offering his hand to help me up. He turned around and before he could leave the bathroom I grabbed his hand again. A million thoughts circled my brain as he turned his head to look at me. I pulled him towards me bringing my other hand up to his face and brought my lips to his. It took him a second to respond but he did; wrapping an arm around my waist to bring me closer and his other hand came up to the back of my head.

“Well, well, well. Certainly took you guys long enough.” A voice drawled from the bathroom door. We broke our kiss and looked over to see Natasha leaning against the door frame, lazily swishing around a water bottle. She straightened herself up before motioning us to leave the bathroom.

“They are starting to look into who might’ve broken in and how. You guys might want to hurry up and come out.” She mused.

“We’ll be right there.” Clint said loosening his grip on my waist. Natasha turned on her heel and left, but not before turning back to look at us and smirked. I leant my head on his chest and let out a breathy giggle. It was silent for a few moments.

“So what do ya say we go let them know we’re alright and then we get some snacks and watch a movie?” He asked, smiling down at me. I nodded.

“Sound like a good plan” I smiled back.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Procrastination or Progression?; Clint Barton x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Alrighty first I want to say to @06gal for being SUPER patient with me and for this great request. So for the Avenger member I’ve chosen, I’ve decided to use our beloved Archer CLINT BARTON cause the man deserves more love and I’m super glad that HAWKEYE gave us that. Hopefully in the future I’ll come up with more Clint Bartons fics or people will come forth and ask for more Barton fics who knows.

And also in light of FINAL EXAM time (trust me I’ve been there my people) I figured this fic and their request will help you guys out in getting through these stressful times before your WELL DESERVED summer vaca! (enjoy it while it lasts cause once you get a job, that’s not happening). But enough of that, and on with the fic! Enjoy my lovelies!

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Okay this is it! Come on girl you got this! Woo let’s do this! Gonna study up for my Spanish final, gonna pass it, and then gonna graduate and get that scholarship to Columbia University. I break out the flashcards, get the study guide, open up my books (everything at this point is sprawled out on my floor like a crime scene) and thus I begin my studying.

And I study, and study….and study. However now that I’m learning about the traveling section of my Spanish final, I’m starting to grow bored. I looked at my clock and saw that I had been studying for about ten minutes so far.

“Okay, seems like a good time to take a break anyways.” I said stretching myself out and got up from the floor. “God!” the numbness in my butt for sitting on a hardwood floor starting to spark up. I sat against my bed trying to rub the numbness away with a comforting mattress. “Perhaps I should look into getting some carpets. Or at least put down a pillow or something.”

I left my room and headed straight for the kitchen to grab some water (gotta stay hydrated while studying right?) and there I saw dear old man Barton on the couch just flipping through the channels.

“Channel surfing again?” I teased as I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

“More like stream surfing. Jesus all these shows on all these platforms and I can’t decide what to watch.” I walked over to him and rested up against the couch but to also give him a hug. “And what’s that for?”

“What can’t I hug my favorite Avenger?” I asked.

“Hang on, let me call Murdock and get him over here.” I playfully punched his shoulder and told him.

“You know he’s not an Avenger.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact he’s your favorite. I mean really (n/n) he’s a vigilante, they play by their own rules.”

“Now hold on don’t we as heroes play by our own rules against the government?”

“Touché but still there’s a difference between heroes and vigilantes.”

“Kinda being a hypocrite right there, aren’t yah?”

“Shut up kid.” I cackled softly and hugged him again.

“But seriously Clint. You know you’ve always been my favorite. After all you were the one to find me out on the streets shortly after I got my mind-reading powers.”

“Even if you weren’t a super-powered human, seeing you having a panic attack on the street and no one checking up on you was still a dick move.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. Tony wouldn’t dare do such a thing, Steve might but he could’ve been a little too overbearing which would’ve made my panic attacks worse.”

“Luckily for him you’ve been schooling him on proper panic attack after-cares. Which has also helped his friend Bucky out a lot.”

“Just thought I’d properly educate the old man especially since back then they didn’t really believe in them, at least medically they didn’t.”

“Hey don’t you have that Spanish final coming up? Aren’t you supposed to be studying?”

“I am. I just came down here to get some water.”

“¿Qué has estudiado hasta ahora?” he asked me in Spanish as he turned to me with a brow quirked, almost like he didn’t believe me.

“Saludos basicos, ocupaciones laborales y ahora viajes.” I replied back sassily.

“Okay I believe you. Damn sometimes I wish I had Murdock’s freaky enhanced hearing to know when you’re lying or not.”

“They’re not freaky and they’ve saved your ass on that one mission we crossed with him involving Kingpin.”

“First off I’m telling Steve you said a bad language word. And secondly no need to rub it in. You know my hearing aid was acting on the fritz that week.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. Geez and I thought Steve and Barnes were the ones with hearing problems, you know being over 100 years old and all.”

“Get back to your room and study.” Clint said placing his hand over my face and playfully shoved me away from the couch.

“Love you Hawkeye!”

“Yeah, yeah love you too (n/n).” I went back upstairs to my room and saw that I had spent my 2 minute break talking with Clint. Okay now back to studying.

For now I skipped the traveling and went through the oral section of the exam where questions about food, future jobs, and places to go would be asked. I already had my answers written down so now I was just practicing them out loud.

Well all except for my places to travel. You see, being a young Avenger I’ve already kinda been to my dream places. Last summer I went to see the Roman Colosseum in Italy, saw the Golden gate bridge in San Francisco when Scott needed some help during spring break, and on my Christmas break got to see the Highlands of Scotland. So there really wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to go.

And since the answers needed to be an in depth explanation of why we wanted to see them, if I put anything else that’ll prove I’ve already been there it won’t sound like a real reason why I want to go there. And it also just takes away the ‘typical dream-esque fantasy of wishing you could go someplace but know you’ll never be able to’.

I looked at my clock and saw that another ten minutes had gone by and it was also at that time I heard my stomach softly grumble. I wasn’t quite hungry for my normal pizza roll dinner or even instant ramen.

“I wonder if Sam’s still got his secret stash of three musketeers, recess cup and Hershey kisses?” I got up and headed back downstairs and looked through every cabinet in the kitchen. Alright come on, come on it’s gotta be around here somewhere. I know it’s here I saw him sneak out a recess cup just this morning after he, Steve and Bucky came in from their morning jog.

“You know Sam would kill you if he found you trying to steal his stash of chocolate.” Clint spoke up. I yelped in surprise and I said.

“Please tell me I didn’t speak my thoughts out loud again.” Sometimes without even realizing it, I can project my thoughts into another person’s head which allows them to hear exactly what I’m thinking.

“As loud as Tony is when he’s piddling down at the lab with that Parker kid. And that’s not even when he starts blaring AC/DC at full volume.” Clint said as he turned to face me fully from the couch.

“I was feeling a bit peckish but didn’t feel like a full meal.”

“And who’s to say that after you get what you want that I won’t text Sam and tell him you’ve been sneaking out his secret stash?” he threatened.

“Because you’re my favorite Avenger and you love me so much?” I said with a shrug. He crossed his arms over his chest, his brow raised skeptically. “Because I’m always available to help fix your hearing aid when Stark’s too busy to even look at it.”

“You can keep guessing but you’re not getting any closer to not letting me snitch on you.”

“Ever heard the phrase ‘snitches get stitches’?”

“Please kid, I can take you down with one hand tied behind my back and you know it.” Well there was one thing I could say to him that’ll get him to keep my secret.

“How about—” and it kills me to say this. “I won’t go on any serious missions throughout the rest of my college career until graduation.” He pondered the idea.

Ever since I was taken in by the Avengers, Clint’s been more of a father (mainly because he is one) more than any of the other guys on the team. He was adamant that I go to school, at least apply to college, and if I got in, work, have fun but also succeed in school. He never really liked me going on the ‘Avenger leveled’ missions and always wanted me to stay local or at least deal with mob-bosses and street gang level crimes (like Peter did before he became an Avengers).

So now hearing me ‘admit’ to putting my superhero career on ‘hold’ as I get a college degree, got him intrigued.

“You swear to me?” he asked.

“I swear.” I said crossing my heart. He looked at me questioningly then said as he turned around back to the TV.

“He moved them to the top cabinet above the fridge. Caught Barnes and Nat sneaking in a couple of his kisses earlier today.” I then used my telepathic powers and opened the cabinet above the fridge and brought down Sam’s secret stash of chocolate and grabbed three recess cups and a 3 musketeers before putting the bag back on the cabinet exactly as it had been sitting and closed the cabinet up.

“Best part of these powers is getting things from the top shelf all by myself.”

“Great kid, don’t get cocky.” Clint said.

“Okay Han Solo. Now you promise to not snitch on me.”

“I promise.” Clint said crossing his heart. I nodded firmly but stopped to run up and hug Clint once again before heading back upstairs and ate my newly required chocolate before I resumed my studying.

The next 45min were basically the same thing. I’d study for 10 minutes before going downstairs to get something or talk to Clint for about 2 minutes, then before I came back upstairs I would give him a hug. I was now in the final stretches of my studying and I felt like maybe this time I could probably end the study session now and just go and talk to Clint now.

But right as I opened the door, I was taken by surprise to see Clint right there at my door.

“Oh Jesus old man, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I exclaimed.

“And I thought I was supposed to be the one with the heart problems.” He said sarcastically. “How’s the studying going?”

“Great. Real good, just uhh—wanted to head downstairs to get something.”

“I don’t think so.” He then came barging into my room.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to ask permission before you enter someone else’s room.”

“Tell that to Vision.” He said going over to my flashcards and skimmed through them.

“What are you doing?”

“The better question is what are you doing?”

“I’m—not following.”

“For the past hour you say you’d be up here studying but then every ten minutes you would come downstairs where I’m at and claim some sort of thing you need, then end that brief interaction with a hug. Now normally I don’t mind getting hugs from you kiddo, but this—this is starting to get suspicious.”

“Clint I swear I am studying it’s just that…..”

“Just what?” he asked as he sat down at the foot of my bed.

“You’re gonna think it’s weird.”

“Kid, I’ve fought off aliens, I work with a demi-gods and superhumans, fought off an army of AI robots, and I do all of that with a bow and arrow. Nothing seems weird to me anymore.” I softly chuckled.

“Okay. I uhh—” I sat down at my computer desk. “It’s always been this way for as long as I can remember. But when it comes to studying something either too difficult or draining, I take a ten minute break from my hour study session and I—I always need to hug someone. After everything that’s happened to me I…..I need some sort of stress reliever that doesn’t involve drugs or bad habit like picking at my hair or biting my nails. Hugging someone during studying make me feel grounded and not so stressed out.”

“Come here kid.” I walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around me. “Was it difficult or draining?”

“A bit of both. Some things I’m able to remember but there are others that I’m just—they just aren’t clicking as the other topics are, you know?”

“Trust me, I know. Back when I was in school, studying came hard for me too. Especially with my hearing. Sometimes my hearing aid would fritz right in the middle of the lecture, and it didn’t help that some of my teachers would cover the board with their bodies, move away for a brief second to let us see what they wrote and then just erased it.”

“Sounds like my biology teacher. No one can understand a word she says cause she’s so quiet and has a low voice like one of those robocalls.” I said.

“So I get it. How about this, tomorrow I help quiz you on some of this stuff. Cause I get it, studying by yourself is boring, but with someone else quizzing you, it keeps the brain more focused and alert to what it is you’re trying to say.”

“You mean it?”

“Heck yeah. Gotta make sure you pass that final right?”

“Right. God I cannot wait till I’m finally done with school completely. No more exams, no more homework, and no school drama about whose sleeping with whom or whose got the most followers on Snapchat or TikTok. Especially the dumb TikTok challenges.”

“I know, what is wrong with your generation and licking public toilet seats or eating Tide pods?”

“Don’t ask me, just be grateful that I’m not one of those dumbasses.”

“I would rat you out to Steve about using that word but I’ll let it slide because you’re right. Kids who do dumb shit like that are dumbasses.”

“Ha! Now I can say to Steve that it’s you whose influencing my language!” I raced out of my room.

“Oh no you don’t yah little—come back here!” he exclaimed as he chased after me.

By the end of the school year, I passed all my finals including my Spanish one, graduated with Honors and was soon working my way to gaining my scholarship to Columbia University.

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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Can I be him?

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

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 4.8K

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

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because of me.

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

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

Not that you ever do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky knew then he was in love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky did notice, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course it’s not me.

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

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

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

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

But Bucky didn’t read that.

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

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

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

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

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

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or at least that’s what you think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because you’re going to wake up.

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

Everything is dying.

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

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

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

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

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

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

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

That he could’ve lived with.

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

Not that he has to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could I be him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It looks like he can be him after all.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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

Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!

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

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

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

KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor

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

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

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

WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate

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

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

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

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moonlit-imagines · 24 days

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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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The Family Business Ch.2

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister

Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.

An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.

Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.

Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.

Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.

The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.

“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.

“What kind of delivery?”

He smirks, “Special.”

You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.

“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”

Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”

You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”

“The truth often does.”

Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”

“Mr. H.”

You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”

Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “

“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.

The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”

“Why the driver’s seat?”

He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”

While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.

You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.

Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.

She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.

Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.

Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.

“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”

He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.

Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later.

Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.

You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.

“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”

Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.

“So, what the fuck happened?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”

“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”

“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”

The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.

“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”

Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.

Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.

The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.

Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.

“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”

She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”

There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.

“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.

“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.

“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”

Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.

Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.

“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.

“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”

Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”

Any further pleasantries would have to wait.

“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”

Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”

Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”

This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.

Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”

She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”

Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”

Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.

Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”

“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”

“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.

You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”

Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”

“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”

“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.

You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.

Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”

Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”

“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.

Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”

She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.

“Pietro,” Dragos starts.

“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.

Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”

“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.

“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”

Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”

Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.

“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”

Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.

“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”

The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”

You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”

A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”

Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.

“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”

Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”

#lowkeyerror #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #pietro maximoff #kate bishop #clint barton

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child m/n: [run to laura lap and sit on it] mummy, is chicken the animal spelled the same as chicken the food?

clint: [laughing] oh somebody going to be so shock!

laura: [glare at clint but her lip slowly turn into smirk] m/n baby, mummy a bit busy right so why don't you ask that to daddy?

clint: [immediately stop laughing] wait what?! laura if i'm the one who explained it he going to cry! [laura just shrugged]

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket @panandinpain0 @badblondebisexualboy

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Natasha: People keep calling Clint the epitome of a golden retriever. Natasha: He is not. Natasha: He is a raccoon that has been too socialized by people and now cannot be released back into the wild.

#god just imagine her saying this in some kind of morning show interview she was forced to go on for avengers PR #clint is not upset by this her saying this at all #he's literally sitting next to her and nodding along #clint staring directly into the camera: it's true #incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect avengers quotes #mcu #marvel #avengers #natasha romanoff #black widow #clint barton #hawkeye

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hard-core-super-star · 4 months

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make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different.

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes.

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug.

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone.

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?” You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you.

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t.

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?”

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer.

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands.

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next.

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment.

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

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Ups and Downs The Final Part

master list

dark master list

Slight MCU AU (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Be sure to read part one! . And Part Two!

Summary: You finally take Natasha on a date!

Word Count: 4.6K

TW: None, Pure Fluff with some mentions of Yelena. <3

You stood in front of Natasha's door with a bouquet of roses in your hands.

It was officially the first Friday since being discharged from the Avengers medical wing, and you wanted to be Natasha's woman in shining armor.

Even though she literally saved your life after being shot when mercenaries busted their way into her safe house apartment, so there was no way you'd ever outshine The Black Widow- ya know what, that doesn't matter!

Here you stood in front of Natasha's door! At Avengers Campus! Feet firmly planted! Flowy red sundress flowing! A fist raised to the door, and just as it was about to make contact, it flung open.

Your right hand flew through the open air before falling by your side. "Huh?" Your eyes went from your hand to the woman who opened the door.

Natasha smirked with painted red lips as her green eyes looked you up and down. The bruising was no longer visible on your exposed skin, but that's not why Natasha was looking at the way your sundress stopped just 4 inches above the knee.

You watched the way her green eyes lifted to you. Making eye contact before they lowered back down. "Are these for me?" Natasha stepped forward and grabbed the bouquet of flowers from your hand. The contact your fingertips made was electric for you both.

Your brain immediately flat-lined.

"I-uh- yeah!" You let Natasha take the bouquet as she smiled at how you fumbled with your words. "I figured we've already lived through a couple of cliches, so what's one more?!" You moved back and forth on your feet as Natasha examined the flowers. "I hope you like them." Natasha looked at you. "Captain- Steve- uh, mentioned how you like Roses." Natasha looked down at her hands, and a quizzical look turned into a smile that broke into laughter.

You smiled and laughed, too, but you weren't sure why. But if Natasha was smiling because of something you did, you'd count that as a win.

"These are Carnations." Natasha finally said.

"What is that now?" You asked as you took a step forward into Natasha's space. Tip-toeing around the flirty line, you two have been playing since waking up here.

"These aren't Roses. They're Carnations. They look very similar." You took a closer look, but flowers looked like flowers, so you just nodded and took the Up (Going on a date with Natasha) with the Down (Getting her the wrong type of flowers).

"Don't worry," Natasha said as she bumped your shoulder and smiled. "I love them." You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Who said I was worried, Natasha?" The redhead threw an eyebrow and looked at you as she closed her bedroom door. "Hmm." She hummed. "Tell that to the corners of your mouth." Natasha then mocked you as she made a pouty face before laughing as you tried to look away. But you wore a big smile.

"Come on," Natasha said with glee as her hand wrapped around yours. Not letting go until the two of you reached the kitchen.

"I'll put these in a vase, and then we'll go." You nodded to her words and watched the way Natasha filled out her black jeans as she walked away with an extra oomph on her step.

This date was something the two of you wanted, and Natasha couldn't wait.

She was going to tease you all night.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." You jumped to the sound of a man in your ear. Turning to your left to see Clint Barton smiling from catching you in the act. You swung your arm down and made contact with his. "Don't you have anything better to do?" You yelled at the older man in a hushed tone.

He shrugged.

"Not a lot at the moment. So where are you taking her?" Clint held his fork up to his mouth and blew on his noodles to cool them down.

"That information is for Natasha only." You whispered to Clint as if Natasha couldn't hear you.

But she could. If there's one thing Natasha has learned about you since moving in. You think you know how to whisper, and you definitely don't realize how loud your footsteps are. Twice now, Natasha has woken up to the sounds of you getting a late-night snack.

To your knowledge, it had been one time that Natasha woke up. That was when she joined you in your room to watch re-runs of The Nanny.

You fell asleep with your head on her shoulder.

Natasha turned red when it happened. Because she officially knew what she had been thinking this whole time.

She was falling for you.

"Boring," Clint said as he put a fork full of noodles in his mouth and walked away. The conversation no longer fun to him.

Natasha held in a smile and presented you with the vase full of carnations.

"What do you think?"

You smiled and kept your eyes on Natasha. "I think you look beautiful." Natasha rolled her eyes, which made you laugh. "Come on. I told you that if we started dating, it would only get worse." Natasha nodded and placed the vase in the middle of the table. "Well, don't run before you can walk." Natasha sent you a wink as she stuck out her hand. "And is it dating if it's only the one so far?" You smiled and took hers in yours. "Years from now, you'll laugh about this, Natasha." You said with smug written all over your face.

Your cheesiness makes Natasha think back to the apartment weeks ago.

"So, which car is Stark letting you borrow?"

"Oh, I was supposed to ask?" You said as you and the redhead entered the garage. Natasha turned her head and couldn't tell if you were joking until your lips cracked. "Any of them, he said."

"Generous." She lifted her eyebrows as you two walked past rows of luxury cars.

"Yeah..." You said as Natasha started walking towards the motorcycles. One in particular. "I feel like Tin Man was threatened by a hot spy."

Natasha stopped in front of a black Harley Davidson with a red leather seat and orange accents and details. "Hot spy, huh?" You nodded. "Red hair. You wouldn't know her." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and turned back to the bike. "What do you think?" She asked as you took a step forward. "I didn't think Tony drove this."

Natasha lifted the pillion seat and pulled out a set of keys. Tossing them to you. "He doesn't." You caught the keys and looked back to Natasha as she leaned against the bike with a tight-lipped smile as her tongue rolled over her teeth.

Fuck, you were starting to get hungry, and it wasn't food calling your name.

"Wanna try it?" She asked as she grabbed a red helmet from behind her, waiting for your answer. "Nat, you can't be serious!" Natasha pulled her body away from the bike and walked towards you before she placed the helmet in your hands. "I mean, you can always say no," Natasha said as she looked at you with a confident smile and glimmer in her eyes.

She had you.

You looked from the helmet back to Natasha. "Promise to help?"

Natasha placed her hands on your hips and leaned closer. You inhaled sharply from her touch. Her perfume worked its way through your nose, making you smile. "I'll make sure we don't crash." Natasha kissed your cheek and left you blushing as she picked up the helmet and placed it on your head. "Ready?" You nodded as Natasha pushed the helmet down onto your face. Only your eyes are the thing Natasha sees.

She grabbed your hand and led you to the bike. Natasha watched how you wrapped your legs around the seat. "I'm starting to think maybe a dress wasn't the best idea." You said as your voice was muffled by the helmet.

Natasha smirked and looked at the way your dress rode up. Revealing more thigh from you. Your soft skin against the leather seat was doing wonders for Natasha. "Trust me." Natasha started as she grabbed a helmet from the bike beside her and put it on. "You'll be fine. I'll keep you warm."

You understood the double entendre and couldn't help but blush once again. Natasha wasn't holding back tonight, and for someone who was usually spouting flirty attempts, it left you worried that your cheeks would always be stuck in a giggly smile.

Natasha sat on the seat and let her black jeans brush against your legs. "Put the key here." Her hands worked down your arms and rested on top of your own hands. You nodded and placed the tiny key in the ignition. "Hit this button to turn it on." Natasha pointed to a red button in the center of the handlebars. "Once you do that. This is the accelerator. This is the brake." Natasha showed you how to use each one while her hands never left your body.

"Okay." You sighed as the idea of driving this without thinking about the vibrations and Natasha gripping your body was going to make you crazy.

"Ready?" Natasha asked as her hand was above the red button. "I.. I think so." You said. "Y/N." You turned your head back. "Don't worry. I'll be here." You could see the way Natasha's cheeks lifted below her green eyes. She was smiling to you and giving you reassurance.

You nodded.

"I'm ready." Natasha hit the red button and laid her hands on yours. "Good girl." You heard her yell as she traced a birthmark on your middle finger.

You bit your lip. "Okay." You thought to yourself. "If teasing is what she wants." You could do this.

You kicked the leg stand up, and turned the accelerator, forcing Natasha to grip her body around yours at the sudden acceleration. "Good girl!" You yelled back, making Natasha scoff with surprise as you picked up the speed right before the two of you left the garage and hit the main road.

You felt free with Natasha Romanoff as the noise of the bike engine roared while her hands moved up from yours to around your waist. She was gripping you tighter.

Natasha was in awe of your quick ability to handle the bike due to every clumsy spill of water or untied shoelace you've had since meeting her.

But you surprised her.

Natasha even caught the wink you sent her from the side mirror as you turned the bike onto the exit for the city.

She had no idea where you were taking her, but she couldn't wait to find out. _

The lights of New York City passed over your helmets as you turned the bike down a one-way street and pulled into a side alley. The bike rolled to a stop just before you kicked the leg stand out and turn off the bike.

Natasha kept her arms around you as the volume of the city worked its way into your ears. You smiled at the contact and weren't surprised when the hands moved south to the end of your dress.

You turned and clinked your helmet into Natasha's, making her shoot her eyes your way. She watched you raise an eyebrow. But Natasha ignored your gaze and let her red-painted nails scratch your bare skin before pulling away.

"Did you enjoy it?" She husked as the two of you lifted your helmets. You rested your helmet on the left handlebar and checked your hair before turning back to face the redhead. "Every single bump in the road." You smirked.

Natasha looked you up and down. "I bet." She hummed and got off the bike first before helping you. "Your touch wasn't so bad either." You said as you handed Natasha the keys. "My touch, huh?" She asked. You nodded and walked behind her. Wrapping your arms around her waist. "Your touch." You rested your forehead against her shoulder before pulling away. Pink hue on you both.

Natasha loved this.

She smiled and placed her helmet on the right handlebar before stepping back next to you. "So, where did you take me?"

You pointed around the corner and briefly held Natasha's hand as you approached the entrance. "Sushi?" Natasha questioned at the Japanese signs in the window. "But you don't like sushi," Natasha said as you opened the door. "But you do." Natasha, while flattered, shook her head. "Y/N I-"

"Nat."

"What are you going to eat?!" Natasha questioned as you let go of the door and walked closer to the woman on the sidewalk.

"I'll eat whatever you get. Or I'll order something I can get down. Tonight is my date night for you. Okay?" Natasha looked from the door to you. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "Plus the thought of you speaking Japanese, oh man!" You made your eyebrows jump while Natasha gave you a pity laugh. "But seriously, don't worry. There's more planned for tonight."

Natasha nodded. She believed you. "Okay." You smiled and quickly opened the door for Natasha. "Thank you."

"Of course." You said as your eyes fell to Natasha's jeans. "Eyes up, Y/N." She said with a smirk before sitting herself at the open sushi bar. You following.

"Tsu onegaishimasu," Natasha said to the man who nodded behind the bar as he placed two small ceramic cups for sake. He smiled at you before looking and speaking to Natasha. Natasha laughed and turned to you. "He said my Japanese is excellent." You smiled and looked at the menu before you. "Hot, too." You mumbled with a smile before feeling a soft slap on your knee. "Detka, please." Natasha quietly said.

You closed your legs.

"Russian, too?!" You quietly shouted.

Natasha scanned up your body before smirking and biting her bottom lip. "Da."

Maybe you needed another ride on the bike.

Your menu was taken from you minutes later when Natasha went ahead and ordered enough for the two of you. She made sure to mix enough new things with some things you could keep down.

"So..." You looked to Natasha as she set her drink down. "Next dates gotta be at a Russian restaurant, right?" You smirked and waited for Natasha to answer.

She shook her head with a laugh.

"This one's not even over, and you think you're gonna get a second one?" You nodded with glee. "I know I will." Natasha enjoyed your overconfidence. It was natural as opposed to off-putting.

She had enough of that, thanks to your boss, Tony Stank.

"Besides, we already live together." Natasha moved her head from side to side as she squinted. "Debatable."

"Well, our address is the same. Is it not?" You had the redhead there. Natasha closed her mouth and playfully glared at you. "Not holding back tonight, huh?" You shook your head. "We can start the cliché 20 questions if you're ready?" You said with a laugh that lit up the room in the eyes of The Black Widow.

"Okay," Natasha said as she turned more towards you as rolls of sushi started to be placed between the two of you. "For each question we answer— honestly— we eat a roll. Given by the other person."

Natasha caught how you added the H word.

She swallowed and nodded.

It was known to the both of you that Natasha knew a whole hell of a lot more about you than you did about her. So this was your way of getting to know the woman you wanted to spend more and more time with.

Natasha picked up a pair of chopsticks. "I'm ready." You did the same. "Me too." You smiled and looked at the rows of sushi. "Just don't make me eat a gross one." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes once again. "Trust me. Whatever I put in your mouth will be good for you."

Your mouth fell open as you drop your chopsticks to the ground.

Two minutes later, with a red face and new chopsticks, the game of questions started. _

"Oh, come on, don't be a baby."

"Natasha, you said it was deadly!"

"I said it's deadly if it's not prepared right!"

You closed your mouth and dodged Natasha's pufferfish sushi before she reached over and grabbed your nose closed. Your eyes went wide and searched the spy's green ones for any sign of giving up. But you saw the same look she had when you were bleeding out. Determination.

"Take it!" Natasha said as the sushi flew into your mouth before she placed her hands over your lips. You wanted to make the first dirty joke that came to your mind, but you were too busy trying to get the pufferfish into your stomach.

"Done?" Natasha asked as she lifted her hand after a minute of chewing.

You swallowed. "It wasn't that bad." You said before reaching for your glass of water.

Natasha shook her head before breaking into a laugh. "You're unbelievable." You perked up and winked. "So I'm told." Natasha looked over your face before lifting her hand up and gently wiped away the smudge lipstick from the corner of your mouth. You sat still and let her fingers linger under your chin before she drug them up and away.

How she looked tonight was etched into your brain.

"I meant what I said before. You're beautiful." You said before Natasha's eyes left your face. She stopped. Her body softened. You saw her eyes look from your eyes to lips and back.

Natasha cleared her throat.

"Thank you, Y/N." Natasha closed her mouth and opened it, but nothing came out. You just smiled and loved the way she looked at you before picking up a California roll. "Okay, my tu-"

"I really like you." Natasha cut you off.

You moved your gaze from the roll to her eyes staring at you. Natasha nervously smiled at you before surprising you by leaning forward, grabbing your chin, and kissing your lips.

She was gentle and tasted like cherries. Well, and sushi, but her red lips were sweet nonetheless.

Like she was.

She was a hot, dangerous spy who spoke a multitude of languages but, at the same time, was profoundly caring for her friends and had a glow deep within her that was good.

Natasha thinks that pain makes her stronger.

But you knew that was naturally Natasha—a strong, gorgeous person inside and out.

Her lips left yours as air came back into the two of you. "I-I like- I really like you too." You fumbled over your words before giving her a quick peck while holding onto the California roll between your chopsticks.

Natasha nodded as she sat back down. "Okay. Good." She said before laughing to herself. Her nerves were calming back down.

You just thought she was being cute.

"We like each other." You said as you laughed, too. "That's good, or else this date wasn't going anywhere." Natasha threw her head back. "Well, I'm glad it's going somewhere," Natasha said.

"Me too." You said as you raised the California roll to Natasha's mouth. She opened up and took it with joy.

You placed the chopsticks down.

"I guess it's my turn for a question, but I feel like it's inappropriate now." You said as Natasha picked up a roll for you. "Inappropriate, huh?" Natasha smirked, making you roll your eyes. "Not like that." Natasha played along. "Okay, sure, Y/N."

You smiled back and opened and closed your mouth before finally placing your arms on the bar top. "You don't have to tell me, but... Who's Yelena?"

Natasha wasn't expecting that question. Her mouth slowly fell as she lowered the roll back onto the plate. Her eyes hardened while a look of guilt flew across her face. "How do you know that name?" Her voice had an edge to it, and it instantly reminded you when she held you down on the floor in Budapest... Budapesht?

Boy, the two of you have been through a lot in such a short time.

You made sure to lock eyes with Natasha. "You said it in your sleep a couple of nights ago." You answered honestly. "It was the night you came and watched The Nanny with me. I woke up around 4 am to see you still there. I'm not going to lie it was sweet, but it looked like you were having a pretty intense dream. You kept murmuring in your sleep about someone named Yelena."

Natasha swallowed and sighed as she turned her body more to you. Her clothed knees brushing against yours. "Yelena is my sister." You pulled your head back in shock. "Oh!"

You wanted to say. "I didn't know you had a sister." But you'd just be stating the obvious. "Did I say anything else?" Natasha cautiously asked. You shook your head. "No. Just her name." You smiled in an effort to try to make Natasha feel better, and it worked a little, but now Natasha felt the need to tell you about Ohio.

But before she could, you said something that would stick.

"I'm sure you'll see her soon." Natasha paused at your words. "You think?" Natasha asked, earning a nod. "If she's anything like her sister, she's out there, and she's strong and caring too. You, too, will find each other again." You sent a big smile to Natasha.

She returned it with watery eyes before blinking them away.

"I'm just happy it's your sister and not an ex. I was about to go hot spy mode." Natasha laughed while she picked up a napkin. "I would've loved to have seen that." You shrugged. "There's still time, Miss. I speak over ten languages."

Natasha picked up a roll and brought it towards you. "You just want me to speak in another language again." You opened your mouth, allowing Natasha to feed you.

"Of course!" You said in a duh-like manner with a mouth full of sushi.

Natasha signaled for the check for you as you swallowed. She turned back to you. "Okay, Y/N." She gave you her full attention, making you close those legs tighter.

"Dove andremo dopo?" (Where are we going next?") _

You parked the bike in front of the cafe Tony helped you rent out for the night.

Once again, Natasha helped you off the bike before the two of you placed your helmets on the handlebars.

"A cafe?" Natasha asked as she took your hand in hers. "Not just any cafe, Nat." You smiled as you walked ahead and grabbed the door for her. Natasha let go of your hand as you two entered the building. Stopping in front of another set of doors that were locked. To the left was a sign in the area where a woman was sitting.

"A cat cafe!" You exclaimed as you turned to the woman waiting. "I take it this is the Y/N Romanoff party?" The woman with the name tag Ana asked. You nodded with glee while Natasha's brain was playing catch up.

How did she figure out my love of cats? Wait, did she say Romanoff party? Y/N Romanoff??

These questions and more swirled around before you turned around and made eye contact with Natasha.

"I may or may not have heard from a man with an eye patch that you have a fondness for cats. Specifically black ones."

When the hell did she meet Fury?

Was the next question Natasha kept inside.

"Y/N, this is so sweet! Thank you!" Natasha smiled as the two of you lathered your hands with hand sanitizer. Gotta be safe and careful with the kitties.

Ana opened the second double doors and waved you and your date inside. "Well, come in, Romanoffs. We have some cuties waiting to meet you."

You blushed at the name, and hoped Natasha wouldn't point it out. But you already knew her well. She bumped your shoulder while Ana left the two of you with menus and a binder full of the cats' names, likes, and dislikes.

"Y/N Romanoff, huh?" Natasha said as she flipped through the binder. Not really looking but giving you the impression as her eyes did not turn to meet yours. "Cool it." Natasha nodded.

You turned away from Natasha as Ana let the cats into the giant space. "Not a bad last name, though." You smirked and saw Natasha look at you with a soft gaze from your peripheral vision before she, too, looked at the cats flooding the room.

Immediately, a tabby cat ran up to your table and jumped closer to you. You laughed as you remembered briefly having a cat before it turned out to be your neighbor's.

Oof.

You peeked at the name of the tabby. "Majima." You whispered. "He's cute," Natasha said but without much more interest as she looked around at the multiple black cats. Some had white paws. Some had spots. But they were all precious to her, and she wanted to scoop them up and kiss their little heads.

Which she did to a few cats named Kiryu, Geoff, and Mr. Soupwater.

But then a pure black cat walked by Natasha, and it was all over. You practically watched Nat throw herself to the ground in order to get closer. Leaving her cinnamon lavender latte behind.

You watched the cat with hazel eyes stop in its tracks before taking slow steps to the woman who made your stomach flutter with a certain feeling.

You could see the heart eyes Natasha had when she turned to with a wide smile. "Y/N look!"

"I see!" You returned the joy and gently rose from your chair and sat behind Natasha as the cat looked from you back to Natasha before running into her arms.

"He loves you!" You said just as Ana was coming around to check on the kitties.

"She never does this," Ana said. A melting Natasha looked up. "Really!?"

"Maybe she was waiting for you." Ana left it at that. You reached for the collar. "Liho." You said. The cat purred into Natasha's chest.

Slowly, Natasha turned her head. "She's perfect."

You nodded.

Yes, she was.

Safe to say, the rest of your date turned into you being a third wheel as Natasha spent more and more time with Liho. But you couldn't be mad or even remotely upset as you watched the redhead transform before you. All night, you had seen the honest Natasha, and she was breathtaking. So was the spy. But something about seeing someone you watched kill people weeks ago roll around on the floor with a black cat was perfect.

You don't know how you didn't slip up and say the L(ove) word.

I mean, of course, it would've been too soon. But you were you, and it wouldn't have been a shocker to anyone.

Regardless. That night led to you driving very slow on the way back home as Natasha held Liho in her carrier as if her world depended on it.

And yes, Tony made the same joke you're thinking.

Two lesbians who are already living together go on a date and end up adopting a cat.

But three years later, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Except for maybe when Natasha comes home to your shared apartment, she greets you first instead of Liho.

Ups and Downs.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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