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moonlit-imagines · 3 months

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Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

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a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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Kang × Reader

(PAST)Loki Laufeyson x Reader

ANTMAN AND THE WASP QUANTMANIA SPOILERS

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A/N: So! I will say I loved this movie!! Im in love with Kang! He is daddy ngl!! Hope you enjoy. I am writing more Kang x Readers!! I am taking requests for Kang at the moment as well!!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions death, SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ. Im horrible at smut. Lmao.

"Evil"

Evil, I've come to tell you that *he's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

(Y/n) stood in the quantum real prison. On the opposite cell Scott Lang, Ant-Man, looked in her direction. "So this the first time you've been to jail?" He attempts to make small talk unsure of what fate held. (Y/n) (L/n) had been a long-time friend of Hope Van Dyne thus also a friend of Scott. She happened to be over for dinner when Cassie brought up researching the quantum realm. The six went down to the lab where Cassie made a device sending a signal down into this unknown realm. One thing lead to another and now here (Y/n) was caught up in this mess. Held prisoner in a castle of some conqueror.

"No, definitely not my frist time in prison." She replied before hearing footsteps in the distance. The man who approach the cells had a great deal of power (Y/n) could feel it. A power that no one should have. He far exceeded every foe she previously face. A man that would have Thanos trimble in fear.

"You two are very interesting. Scott Lang. (Y/n) (L/n)." He spoke glancing at each hero individually.

"Uh, I don't know who you are. But you have made a big mistake. We are avengers. We called the other avengers." Scott crossed his arms. (Y/n) knits her brows watching Kang's reaction. But this man did not care. In some aspects, she could see amusement in Kang's dark eyes.

"You are an avenger. Have I killed you before?" The conquerer asked.

"W-What?" Scott asked puzzled.

"They all bend together after a while. But you..." Kang turned around taking a few steps closer to (Y/n). "I remember ." A smile graced his lips. The blue shield that kept you imprisoned dropped.

"I do not know you." (Y/n) replied. Kang chuckled as he kept moving towards (Y/n) who stood her ground. That is what he loved about her. In every universe, she held powers that could far exceed his own. Yet this woman never understood how to use them.

"I know. But in time you will. Trust me I know." He sighed," In every universe, you are always the last one standing. Strong but useless. I was going to make a deal with Scott. However, my dear, are far more desirable." Kang's gloved hand cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

She leaned into his touch knowing what men like him wanted, love. "What deal are you offering?" (Y/n) whispers.

"You are desperate for him. The man you lost. It's irony. In every universe I have conquered, there is a trace of him in you. Call it destiny. The path other Kangs have written to make you vulnerable. Your one true weakness. The youngest prince of Asgard." He smirked. (Y/n) gulped heart beating fast as this man came into mind. The man she watched die in front of her. She was pathetic, ridden with fear, and helpless as Thanos murdrred him. Loki Laufeyson

"This deal involves him? Without the stones it's impossible to bring him back!" (Y/n) snaps.

"My dear, I am the all powerful Kang. I control space and time. If you help me start my ship. I can give you what you need. More time. I can create it where he never died. Would you like that?" He whispered.

"Don't do it. He is lying!" Scott's voice rang reminding you he was there.

"This does not involve you, Scott Lang. Need I remind you I have your daughter in a few cells down...Do not worry you are not entirely useless." He glanced back from the corner of his eyes.

"And if I say no?" (Y/n) asked.

Kang leaned closer his lips mere inches away from hers. "We both know you will agree. The greed inside of you leads you down the wrong path every time. Trust me I know you better than you do. I have seen you in many lives, in thousands of universes and timelines." He looked at her lips. "You desire more than just love. Security, loyal, trust....power." The last is barely audible. It was meant for only her ears. (Y/n) breathes in heavily knowing all he said was true. She walked the fine line between good and evil. The dark and light battled for her soul. Here in front of her stood temptation, the apple god placed in the garden. One bit would mean devastation.

"(Y/n) don't do this you are-" With a flick of his finger Scott is flying into the wall knocking him out.

"Come with me." Kang extends his hand without hesitation (Y/n) takes it following Kang up to his throne room. "You could have him back. It can be arranged. In your time, an alternate ending, or something better. I can create your own world. As you see fit. You can be happy with him and have everything you wanted. In a snap of my fingers, it will all be yours." He walked around (Y/n) stopping behind her. "And the best part is I can erase your memories so you never have to remember. Isn't that what your tortured soul requires? Peace." Kang brushed her (h/c) behind (Y/n)'s ear. She never felt scared like this before. Her body went cold. All her needs, darkest desires, and dreams can be made into reality. This man held power far beyond her imagination. Loki could be hers again. "I am Kang. Anything is possible with me."

"I want the deal...I want more than just that Kang. I need revenge. I want to kill Thanos. Slaughter every variant of him until he is erased from the multiverse no matter how long it takes." Her words brought joy to Kang's heart. He missed how dark (Y/n) could be. The evil that corrupted her inside. Kang hums and walked over to his golden throne.

"Is that all you want?" He asked innocently beckoning (Y/n) to come closer. The female took one step at a time until standing in front of him. "Sit." Kang pats his lap. (Y/n) straddles his lap sitting down. Large hands gripped her waist. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. In every universe. You still are the same." He pulled her into a kiss. She left uncertain about this. Why did she crave this man? Maybe Kang was right power attracts her. It engulfs her entire being. She craves it, yearns for it, and now power sits in this golden throne.

"I want you." Her silk voice lets a whine out as the conqueror trails his lips down her neck. (Y/n) grinds herself onto his bulge. He could not wait any longer. The way her (e/c) eyes tease him. "I need you." She gaped as Kang ripped her shirt off.

"You are so beautiful," Kang whispered unclipping her bra. "Fuck." He licked over (Y/n)'s hard nipples. The way she grinds onto his erection had Kang seeing stars. She pulled at his robes and in a quick snap of his fingers they are off.

"Damn." She whispered unable to pull her eyes from his chest. The Conqueror had abs. She traced them with her fingers. His arms had large muscles. (Y/n) left her cunt clench around nothing. His physique was perfect.

"Do you like what you see?" He purred roughly drawing her closer so their bare chests are pressed together. "I am all yours." He pulled (Y/n)'s skin-tight bottoms down along with her panties. "So wet already. We have just met and you are so fucking horny. How long has it been?... Since you have been pleasured by a real man?" Kang whispered pressing two large fingers into her wet pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her cherry-red lips. He moved them in and out slowly. This allowed (Y/n) to adjust to large fingers than her own small digits. Soon Kang's fingers thrust faster, rougher, and deep causing her to moan loudly.

"Ah- Fuck! Ngh~ Oh Kang." She cried tossing her head back. Kang his every spot just right. As if he knew her body already. Where to kiss her neck and how to rub (Y/n)'s spot deep inside her wet cunt. "I need you. Inside of mem" Her words are straight to the point. Kang chuckled and pulled his large cock out.

"Are you ready my dear? I won't hold back." He asked rubbing the tip against her entrance.

"Yes, Kang. Fucking use me." (Y/n) moaned loudly sliding down onto his erection. "So thick." She pants as his cool stretched her out. Kang did not wait any longer. He began thrusting up into her tight cunt. She took him so well.

"Mmm~ Fuck you are so tight." Kang pants watching his cock thrust in and out. She kissed him deeply moving up and down to match his thrusts up. The sounds of their sex filled his throne room.

"Im gonna cum." She whispers.

"Then come for me, goddess." He bites down on her neck. (Y/n) cried out softly clenching his cock as she orgasmed. Kang soon followed filling her cunt with his seed.

"Damn." He sighed rubbing her sides. "You are perfect."

"You are so evil. But I love it." (Y/n) leans down kissing him.

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Precious ones

a/n: I just notice that I don't know you, I'll be happy to talk with you but right now I give you that...

*not my GIFs*

Yelena Belova x Stark!Reader; Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader; Scott Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Hope van Dyne x Female!Reader(platonic); Cassie Lang x Female!Reader(platonic); Avengers x Female!Reader

Summary: you may have been married to the blonde widow since nearly two years now but nobody knew. When your father learnt that he didn't totally act like you except.

Type: generally Fluff but a big Angst part

Warning: mention of blood, car accident and mention of death

word count : 4771 (it's long sorry)

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"I'm glad it's finished; I need to take a shower and sleep," Yelena said. She was back from a mission with the Avengers. She joined them four months ago, and to be honest, you were the one who convinced her. You were relieved to know she was not alone, and you were sure your father would protect her even if he didn't know who she was for you.

"Oh, come on, Yelena, it was fun." Natasha said, and her sister glared at her.

"You were not the one who almost got hit by the green giant." She replied, and Bruce looked at the ground.

"Mr. Stark, Y/n just arrived at the compound." Friday said, and everybody looked at Tony.

"Thank you, Friday. Let her know we will lend in 10 minutes." He replied, and when he met the curious faces of the others, he explained, "Guys, be ready to meet someone really important to me."

Now all the Avengers were more curious. Okay, maybe not all, Yelena was not curious; she was happy. It's been two weeks since the last time she saw you. You both have been married for one year and a half now, but nobody knew except three people. Antonia and Selina, two widows who were with you at this moment, and your mom Pepper. You hadn't told your father yet because you hadn't really found the time, and Pepper promised she would let you announce it to him.

Ten minutes later, like promised, they were walking to the living room in the compound. They were greeted by Friday and then by Pepper and Morgan. And when your little sister finally finished hugging everyone, you came back from the kitchen.

"Guys, let me introduce you to one of my favorite people in the world, my older daughter, Y/n Stark." Your father said, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude while everyone was shocked by his revelation.

"Nice to meet you." Steve was the first to come back to his senses. "I'm–"

"Steve Roger, aka Captain America." You cut him off. "To be honest, I know all of you." you said, and you paused your eyes on the two new recruits behind them. "And you two should be the news recruits Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova, right?" You said, and the brunette nodded frantically while the blonde just smiled.

"Why didn't we see you earlier?" Natasha asked, and despite the fact that her sister groaned loudly, you chuckled.

"I was working in San Francisco, with Hope. I think you know her as ‘The Wasp’." you said

"Wait, Scott's girlfriend?" Sam asked, and you nodded.

"And she didn't like to spend her time with her dad anymore." your dad added, and you playfully groaned.

"Oh, come on don't say that, it's just that I don't like the parties, but it's okay now." you said

"You want to come to my new party?" he asked.

"Definitely not. But, I move on in New York." You announced, and he raised his eyebrows, he knew how much you liked to work with the daughter of Hank, she was like your big sister. "I decided to spend more time with my little sister, so I joined Stark Industri." You explained, and he couldn't help but hug you tightly.

"Does that mean I will see you more often?" He asked, and you nodded.

After that, you properly introduced yourself and spent the afternoon with them before you went back to your house. Yelena had to finish her paperwork before she could leave, so when she was working, the rest of the Avengers were in front of the TV, watching a movie, when Kate broke the silence.

"Did you see how Yelena reacted when she saw Y/n?" she asked, and everyone thought for a moment before agreeing. "I think she likes her, but I can be totally wrong." she said.

"Yeah, but Y/n has a ring on her finger." Natasha said.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Tony said, and everybody looked at him confused. "She just really likes jewels, that's why she always wears rings." he explained.

"Yelena is the same. She always wears rings." Natasha said.

"I think we should let them know each other more." Kate proposed, and everyone nodded.

Two months after you almost spent all your free time in the compound, you were searching for the right moment to talk to your father about you and the Russian, but that was never really the right occasion. If he wasn't too busy with his work, you were working; if you were both free, your wife was busy, and you promised her to wait for her to tell him. But even with that, all the heroes seem to have noticed that you quickly became close to the blonde; they thought it was a good friendship. You both decided to keep your relationship secret until you talked with your father and her sister. Yeah, even the great spy Natasha Romanoff was unaware that her own sister was married.

You were in the kitchen with Natasha and Kate when Yelena came, "Hi Yelena." You greeted her without even looking at her. For everyone, it would be a little weird, but we talk about Yelena Belova, a super train widow, she was very discreet, so it was funny to see the face of the archer when she saw you recognize the footsteps of her friend when she couldn't yet.

"Hi Y/n, were you not supposed to work now?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I had something to finish before." you said, and you finished what you were doing. "Oh, I brought a new toy for Fanny. I left it in my dad's lab." you said before leaving the room.

"See you later!" the blonde shoots at you.

"See you later!" you yelled back.

When you were out of the room, Natasha cleared her throat, and her sister looked at her. "Oh, good morning, Nat, and good morning, Kate. I didn't see you." she said, and now her sister was surprised; it was not the type of Yelena to not greet her first in the morning. Of course she was happy to see her sister was making a new friend, but usually no one came before her. She wanted to say something, but Yelena started to leave the room. "I will train, but before I will pass by the lab." she announced and left.

"Wow, did you see that?" Kate was the first to talk after a moment. "Y/n could tell it was Yelena without even looking; do you think she had a superpower or something like that?" she asked, and the older Russian shook her head.

"No, I don't think so, but it's true; it's weird; even Bucky and Steve can't tell when Yelena walks to them, but the strange thing was that she greeted her, but she totally didn't acknowledge us." she said, and Kate chuckled. "What's so funny?" the older redhead asked.

"You're jealous that your sister didn't say 'hi' to you first." She said and quickly left before Natasha could do anything to her.

In the lab, Tony was working when Yelena came. "Hey little spider, how can I help you?" he asked, and your wife rolled her eyes.

"Y/n, said she brought a new toy for Fanny, and she left it here." She said, and Tony pointed to a bag in a corner of the lab. When Yelena opened it, she found not only the toy but also a new vest you brought her with a card. She smiled at herself and texted you to thank you.

Two days later, she was out on a mission with Tony, Steve, and Natasha, and the redhead noticed the change.

"Oh, it's new," she said, and Yelena followed her gaze and looked at her new vest.

"Oh, yes. Y/n brought it to me when she brought the new toy for Fanny," the blonde explained, and your father frowned his eyebrows.

"I know you are close, but I didn’t think it was her thing to bring a gift for her new friend. I think she really likes you." He said, and Yelena smirked. Of course you like her; more than that, you love her, and you promised to spend the rest of your life with her.

When she returned from her mission, she immediately left the compound and made her way to your shared house. There she found you asleep on the couch with the TV on; she knew you waited for her. She turned off the TV and delicately picked you up to your bedroom; after she placed you under the blanket, she took a shower and slid next to you.

The next month, everyone was almost pissed by the fact that you were both oblivious by the way you looked at each other with heart eyes. But today was the day, Pepper was here with Morgan, your dad should come back from a mission with your wife, and you decided to finally tell him.

On their mission, Tony and Yelena found Antonia and Selina, and the blonde invited them into the compound and afterwards to your house for dinner. During the flyback, they didn't hesitate to tease them about you, and that made Tony laugh even if he didn't know who they were talking about.

"Tony, you should have seen her before," Selina started. "She was a badass widow, and now she's so soft. We call her the ‘soft widow’." she said, and Yelena groaned.

"Oh, why do you have this long face, soft widow? Do you miss your wife?" Antonia asked.

"Wait, wife?" Tony asked, visibly shocked.

"Yeah, the soft widow has had a beautiful wife for nearly two years now." Selina announced, and his jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the jet lent, and the three women ran out. To be true, Antonia and Selina ran for their lives while Yelena chased them.

You were in the kitchen, and everyone was in the living room, when you heard two familiar voices screaming playfully. When they entered the living room, they quickly hid behind the older widow. "Natasha, help us. Softy Widow wants to kill us." Antonia said, and you sighed.

"Who's Softy Widow?" Natasha was clearly confused, but Yelena quickly appeared in front of her, and the two women screamed like little girls, and that made your little sister laugh. Fortunately for them, you walked from the kitchen at the same moment Tony entered the living room.

"Please Y/n calm your crazy wife." Selina said while she was running to you with Antonia. You let them hide behind you, and everyone vanished when you saw Yelena stop in front of you with her disappointed face.

"детка(babe) I love you, but let me kill them just today." She said, and you chuckled.

"Oh, baby girl, you know you can't kill them," you replied. "And they're our witnesses, you'll not kill our witnesses, right?" You added kissing her nose, and she stopped.

You were in your bubble when Natasha and Tony cleared their throats, but before they could say anything, Kate seemed to want to exteriorize her emotion. "What's the hell?!!" she yelled, and you both looked at her.

You smiled awkwardly and looked at everyone. "Surprise? I think." You said. Natasha was furious, Pepper was scared for you, Morgan was surprisingly happy, and your dad was...not there anymore. Tony left without even getting noticed. When you didn't hear him say anything you knew where he was.

"Yelena, what's the hell?" the redhead asked and her sister was now a little scared too.

The blonde looked at you and squeezed your hand "Go find him I'll handle this," she said and you raised your eyebrows at her "don't worry she'll not kill me, but I'm not sure about you." She added and you kissed her before quickly leaving. Now the young widow was facing the rest of the room.

You were in front of the lab, and the doors were closed, pretty uncommon. "Mr. Stark doesn't want to be disturbed." Friday informed you.

"Oh, come on Friday. I really need to talk to him," you pleaded.

"Sorry, MissStark, but even you can't come." The AI said.

"Friday, we both know I know how to open this door with or without your consent. And we both know I can easily hack you to turn you off. So, please." You said, and the AI didn't say anything for a moment. You were sure if she could, she would sighed, but she finally opened the doors, and you rushed in.

Tony was moving some boxes on the big table, he noticed some footsteps but didn't turn around. "Friday, I thought I was clear when I said I didn't want anyone here." He said.

"Um. I think we need to talk." You said, and he finally turned around to look at you.

"Oh, you want to talk now?" he asked sarcastically.

"Listen, I know we should have told you earlier, but we didn't find the right time."

"Since when?"

"What?"

"Since when you two are-? You know."

"Two years soon."

"TWO YEARS?" He yelled, and you flinched. "You didn't find the right time during those two years?". He asked.

"I know it's long, but we both know we couldn't see each other for the last two years." You said, and you started to walk back and forth in the lab. "I know you are angry, but—."

"No!" He cut you off. "I'm not just angry, Y/n. I'm also sad and shocked. It's been nearly two years since my daughter got married, and I didn't know. And what pisses me off the most is that you were not even the one who told me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

"We were used to telling each other everything. How did something like that happen?"

"I know. I think I was scared."

He sighed, and you stopped to look at him. "Did Natasha know?"

"No, we wanted to talk with the both of you. But Pepper knew."

"Pepper?" He repeated, and he scuffed.

"She's my mom."

"Yes, but I'm your dad too, did you forget that? What happened to the little girl that I raised and always made sure she could tell me everything?" He asked and walked out of the room.

"She just grew up." You replied when he passed beside you, and he left without arguing more. You stayed in the lab for an hour; crying alone, when you heard someone come.

"Hey, Yelena said we could find you here." Antonia said. You wiped away your tears before facing her. The two widows looked at you and your pitiful state. Selina didn't say anything and just hugged you. "We're sorry." Antonia said, and you looked at her.

"Oh, no, it's nothing. I think you helped me in a way." You replied and tried to smile. "You both came tonight?" you asked them, and they nodded.

When you left the lab with your two friends, you saw Natasha. She was on the couch, and when you approached her to say your goodbyes, she didn't even acknowledge you. This night, the girls spent the night trying to cheer you up.

The next day, you went to the tower to pick up some files for work. Kate didn't leave your side; she asked you a lot of questions about you and Yelena. It was cute, and you were happy to finally talk about the woman who owned your heart, but right now you needed to talk to someone. So after the questions about your first meeting, and who asked who, you successfully found a way to escape in your dad's lab.

In there, you were surprised to find Natasha and Pepper talking about something that visibly concerned you because they stopped immediately when they saw you.

"Hey sweetheart. I thought you were already at work." Your mom said.

"Hi mom. Hi Natasha. I will go. I just wanted to talk with dad before." You said.

"He was tired from last night, so he should be sleeping right now." Pepper said, and you nodded.

"Okay, bye. I'll see you next week." You added before leaving.

"She looks desperate," Natasha said when you were out of earshot.

"She always was a daddy girl, she spent all her time with Tony. But he doesn't seem to approve of her relationship with your sister, so I think it's the best condition she could be in, actually." The blonde explained.

"But why didn't she tell him anything?"

"She wanted to, trust me. She just waited for the right time. They had planned to announce to you when they'd find a way to reunite you and Tony with them in privacy. But every time you were the three of you together, it was the time she was in San Francisco, and when she moved here, you were a little hostile towards her because your sister was mesmerized by her wife."

"Do you think I scared her?"

"Oh, don't worry, Natasha; she needs more than a shovel talk from an ex-assassin to be scared. But I think she's worried about not being enough for your sister."

You didn't find your dad, and you needed to leave for San Francisco this afternoon for a week; Yelena was out with Antonia and Selina. When you were ready to leave, you texted your wife and your father, even if you knew he wouldn't reply soon.

Two days later, you were with Hope and Cassie on the couch, talking about all that had happened since you left. "Wait, how did you want him to act when he just learned that her daughter got married to an ex-assassin?" Hope asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, come on, we all know she's not like that anymore." You said.

"Yeah, Softy Widow is totally different with you." Cassie said, and you looked at her confused.

"How do you know this nickname?" You asked.

"She came for a visit last month with Selina and Antonia, and they didn't stop to call her that." The young girl replied.

"You know she would kill you if you call her that in front of her." You replied playfully.

"Oh, come on, she loves me, I'm her best niece." She said with an amusing tone.

"You're technically her only niece," you said, and she rolled her eyes. "So, let's talk about something else. Like how my little Cassie is becoming a delinquent."

"Oh, come on. It was not bad." The young girl said and you chuckled.

"You miniaturized a police car. It's a little bad, but I'm not Scott, so, I'll let it slide." Hope said.

"You're a pretty bad mom, Hope." You said dramatically, and the girls laughed.

You spent the rest of the day talking and laughing with them, and Scott came a few hours later. You were grateful to see him, even if he was not the smartest of all of you, he was the one who always helped you with your family issues.

"Oh, it's a huge problem." Scott said, and you sighed. "I mean, I don't want to take his side, but honestly, if it were Cassie, I would act the same. Listen, you know how much he likes you, it's just a question of time. Let him process the changes and show him how Yelena could be a Softy Widow." he said, and you laughed.

"You really have a death wish in this family." You replied, and he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you smile. And don't worry, she already almost killed me the last time I called her like that, but she's not here." He said, and you laughed. "I have some ideas if you want me to help you," he added.

You were grateful for the time you spent with them; it was fun to see Scott come up with a few things you could do to make up with Tony. When you left at the end of the week, you were sad, but you promised to come with your wife the next time. When your flight landed in New York, you had already missed your time in San Francisco, but you were glad to see your favorite blonde again.

You texted your dad to let him know you were back, and you weren't surprised when he didn't reply. A little upset, you reached your car and started to drive to your home. The ride was pretty cool, and Friday told you that Yelena was required on an emergency mission. Okay, it was not really how you wanted to be greeted, but you knew how it was to be an avenger.

At a red light, you noticed a car that suspiciously followed you. It was not uncommon for some people to follow you when they knew that you were the daughter of Tony Stark. They usually just wanted a photo or to talk about business. At another red light, you took your phone and texted Pepper to let her know that you should be back a little later than expected. When the light turned green, you drove, but you didn’t see the same car speed up in your direction until it was too late.

On the other side of the state, the Avengers were coming back visibly exhausted by their mission when Friday alerted them:

"Mr. Stark, Mrs. Belova, you have an incoming call from Mrs. Pott."

The Avengers exchanged curious looks.

"Take it." Tony said, and the AI did. "Hey Pepper, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, but I need you and Yelena to come here asap." She replied, and everybody was worried because of the little fear in her tone.

"What's happening?" Your father asked.

"It's Y/n. She got involved in a car crash." She successfully mumbled while she was sobbing.

"Where is she?" Yelena asked, clearly worried.

"In the hospital, I'll send you the address." Your mom said. After she sent them the address, the heroes didn't wait to come.

Pepper was waiting for any information, while everyone burst into the hospital. She fell apart in the arms of your father before she tried to comfort your wife. They didn’t have time to sit until a doctor reached them.

“Mr. Stark, Mrs. Pott, I’m happy to see you. Did any of you know who Mrs. Belova is?” they asked.

“It’s me.” Yelena said, and it brought the attention of everybody.

The doctor nodded and gave her a little comforting smile. They took some steps away from the group before they told them about what happened to you and what they were doing in the operating room. After that, they joined the group, who were as worried as them.

“How is she?” Steve asked first.

“They almost finished the operation, so we need to wait.” Pepper informed them.

“But what happened?” Kate asked this time.

“Someone provoked an intentional accident, and she was obviously the target.” Yelena replied, and the group didn’t ask anything else. “She shouldn’t be here.” the blonde mumbled.

“Hey, it’s okay Yelena nobody couldn’t predict that.” Natasha said.

“No, that’s not what I mean. She shouldn’t have taken this trip to San Francisco if YOU’d decided to act like an adult and talk with her.” she said, pointing to Tony.

“What do you mean?” your father asked, visibly angry at your wife’s accusations.

“You know exactly what I mean. If you had taken the time to talk with her, she wouldn't have booked a flight for Hope’s support. If you’d act like a parent and didn’t use this mission to avoid the conversation, she would never take her car and never get here right now.” She explained. “I joined you because she wanted to make sure I could have somebody if something happened to me, but now, because of that, I couldn’t protect her.” Her tears started to fall on her cheeks.

Kate didn’t wait to lead Yelena to the nearest bathroom, leaving the team totally surprised and speechless. Natasha followed the two girls, but not before sending a terrifying glare at Tony. In the bathroom, Yelena was crying while the archer tried to comfort her, even though she knew it was impossible. A few minutes later, Natasha came with a water bottle.

“Hey, take this.” she said while handing the bottle to her little sister. The blonde took it but didn’t say anything. A few seconds passed before the older sister spoke again, “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

“I know.” Yelena replied, “But I should be here; I promise to never let anything happen to her. If I didn’t go on this mission, we would be at home right now.”

“If you weren’t there, I could be the one here.” Kate said, and the blonde chuckled.

“You really need to learn how to fight Kate Bishop,” your wife said. She wanted to say something else when she received a text from Hope asking how you were. "Sorry, I need to call Hope.” she said before excusing herself.

A little over an hour later, the doctor came to tell them that the operation was successful, and they transferred you to a private bedroom. And that was where your father and your wife were—only the two of them because the other had plans for the rest of the day.

There was an awkward silence because of the earlier argument. Tony came back after a little trip to the vending machine, and he sat on the second chair near your bed. He took a deep breath, and the woman looked at him. “I’m sorry,” your father said.

“Excuse me?” The Russian asked; she was ready for another argument or sneaky comment, not an apology.

“I’m sorry for how I acted since last week. Hope told me everything you did for her and I thank you for that. I'm truly happy for you, it’s just that we used to tell everything and suddenly I learn that she’s married.” The billionaire said.

“Yeah it’s too much.” The blonde chuckled.

“Yeah that’s it…”

“She wanted to wait for you but somewhere we knew that it may never happen so we did at the moment. But believe me, when I said I never regret this decision. She’s the love of my life, she’s the one who taught me to love properly since the Red Room and just for that I would give her my life even if she’s not ready to do that in return.” Yelena explained.

“We all know that I can give you anything for you, even my life.” You said, and the two of them looked at you. “Hey guys. How are you?” you said with a weak voice.

Tony called a doctor, and only a dew later a nurse and doctor were in your room doing some tests and asked you some questions to be sure everything was alright. They told you what happened and that they will keep you for three more days. In the evening you were in your bed with Yelena cuddling with you because it’s been a while since you were able to see each other.

“So, with my dad? I hope you didn’t strangle him.” You joked.

“I was about to but I know how much you love him so I had to restrain myself.” she replied and you laughed. “I missed it.” she said softly.

“What?” you asked.

“Your laugh. Your smile. You. I miss you.” she replied, and you grinned.

“It’s only been a week, babe,” you said.

“I know, but it was a really long week. I had to support my sister and all her friends, and the pranks of Selina and Antonia.” she said, and you laughed.

“And what does my little drama queen need me to do to make up for this.” you cooed.

“Don’t do that again.” She replied, and you kissed her forehead.

“Okay, next time, I'll bring you with me." You said but she didn’t seem relieved.

“No, I meant don’t scare me like this, I thought I lost you. We both know I would not be able to live in a world without you.” She said, and with her tone, you were sure she was totally serious.

“Don’t worry, my love, I will always be with you no matter what.” You reassured her. “Now let’s sleep because tomorrow everyone will be here and they’ll not give us enough time to sleep.” you said, and she nodded.

“Good night, moya lyubov' (my love),” she said, and she kissed you.

“Good night, my love.” you replied.

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bombsonboard · 1 year

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the day after yesterday: chapter one

Summary: Time travel is volatile, dangerous, playing god. And then sometimes it drops you in just the right place at the perfect time. It’s a matter of perspective. You decide.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no Y/N)

Word Count: 3k

series masterlist || masterlist

Warnings: Nausea, fainting, 40s Bucky

A/N: So this is the fic i’ve been meaning to give you for a while now and I can’t wait to see what you all think. Thank you all so much for waiting much longer than I expected (And let me know if you want to be added to a taglist)

“I should’ve asked you if this was safe, huh?”

“Listen, just keep communications open and I’ll guide you through it, it's a piece of cake, really.” The glass wall between yourself and a smiling Scott Lang did little to reinforce his encouragement.

“I heard you turned into a baby-”

“That- that was a test run.” His voice nervously crackles through the speaker.

“You turned into a baby?” Hope Van Dyne returns with coffees for the pair.

“I will not tell you about that later.”

Failing to shake out the tension in your muscles, you conclude that it's not tension at all but just stupid fear trying to freeze your body into place. Fear was never really a warning to you, though, more of an inconvenience to actually living an exciting life. All of the research you had done to get here, the words that flooded through your brain, underlined in red, were thrown out of the window, torn to shreds and blown up with an atom bomb.

This was diving in at the deep end, to the fullest extent. Who needed particle physics now?

Scott presses down the button for the microphone one last time “Ready?”

“Piece of cake.” You give him the least confident thumbs-up known to man.

“Launching in 3, 2, 1-”

Time travel isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies, turns out. It’s nausea-fueled, jumping out of a plane and falling upwards, sideways and inside out. Having time to process you were actually small enough to pass through atoms is out of the question, you need to focus. What were the directions he gave you again? Was it two lefts then a right, or three?

“Scott?” You speak into your wrist. “Which way am I going?”

“It’s uh- hang on, Hope-” Something is starting to go wrong, his voice begins to fizzle and snap in your ear, only able to catch “fifty” and “cake!”

“I didn’t get that, Scott?”

Only a distant crackle replies.

“Scott! This isn’t funny!”

Silence.

“Lang!”

The twisted vortex is blasting past you at a million miles a second and zero sense of navigation is precisely what you don’t need.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Plan A wasn’t happening and plans B through Z didn’t exist, a consequence of combined idiocy and confidence. So, it’s time for plan ‘I don't know what the shit I’m going to do.’ You screw your eyes shut, throw yourself into the next tunnel, and pray to anyone that could possibly hear you that the fabric of space and time could handle a singular little tear.

Well, that’s the hope.

No one tells you how much a crash landing actually sucks, one minute you’re upside down and weightless and the next, you’re face down in someone's discarded trash and aching all over, feeling like you've just been flung off the empire state. As your suit disappears in favour of casual clothes, the groan that emerges from the depths of your throat sounds like some mangled stray because as soon as you make a sound:

“Hey, is there a cat in there?”

You go still, not only did you not want to be seen so time could resume its uninterrupted passing but to be found in a dumpster? That’s just embarrassing.

“Here kitty, kitty…” The sound of a grown man making ‘pspsps’ noises makes you cringe a little, being mistaken for a scavenging cat is as demeaning as you might imagine and half of you wants to burst out and give the man the fright of his life and stern talking to. But sense kept you still.

After a bout of silence, you assume the stranger has passed on with better things to worry about than a ‘cat’ in a dumpster. Crouching in your mess, you fish out the useless earpiece and glare, as if the sheer force of irritation might magically make it work properly.

“Stupid little government issued-”

“Hey-Who’s in there?”

You freeze again, bracing your hands against the sides of the dumpster for balance.

“I’m not going to hurt you, c’mon… I’m in the forces you can trust me.”

“Convincing.” You scoff before clapping your hand over your mouth a bit too violently and losing the footing you had before.

You yelp as you land on your back, staring helplessly at the sky from the dumpster, the sun beaming in your eyes. Miraculously, shade appears over you in the form of a smiling face.

“You’re not a cat.” He pulls himself up a little further “You alright?”

The sudden concern makes you want to laugh, but a wave of time travel related nausea stops you.

“I’m fantastic, thanks.” You groan sarcastically.

“What are you doing in-”

“What year is this?” You ask quickly, rubbing your eyes as the dizziness starts to fade.

“What year?” He asks, baffled, after a pause, he answers “...It’s 1943. Must’ve hit your head real hard to forget that.”

“What.” That had woken you up. Fumbling, you grabbed onto the side of the dumpster and pulled yourself up “No, that can't be right I didn’t-”

Then you saw his face.

“I fucked up.”

Inches from your face, staring back at you was The Winter Soldier.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Right there in front of you. But, different, younger, you could’ve sworn there was a literal fucking twinkle in his eye. After a short pause, he draws his face back from your stunned expression in amused confusion and lands back down on the ground.

“You gonna get out now?”

It was a strange sensation, meeting someone you knew in the future, in the past. Well, you didn't really know him, more like you once stood in the same room. All the same, it was disorientating and your re-emerging headache wasn't helping.

Stuck, you search your brain for a way out, but you were cornered, literally “I’m gonna…”

“Look, just get out so you can sort out whatever crisis I assume you’re having” He offers up his hand and you can do nothing but stare at his flesh that wasn’t metal yet. A thousand possibilities ran through your head of what could happen if you took his hand, most of them ending with the space-time continuum collapsing. But, something was telling you it was just a hand, what harm could it do?

Tapping against the metal, he startles you into sliding your hand into his and you climb over the side, almost falling over again if it wasn't for the hesitant hand on your waist that disappears as quickly as it touched you.

The pre-war-hero looks at you, up and down. “Ma said it was gonna be a strange day.” He mumbles under his breath and sighs “Always right.”

“I’m gonna go-” You don't want to screw up any more events of the timeline so you go to make a break for it but he's a quick hand, grabbing you by the forearm.

You winced out of instinct, he was still a super soldier to you, with ninety years of breaking skulls behind him. You hated thinking about it but it was hard to see him as something else. Something before.

His brows furrow at your reaction. “M’am, do you need a hospital?”

“No!” You exclaim that would lead to even more consequences, records where there shouldn't be “No. No hospitals” You shook your head, “I’m fine anyway!”

You forced a smile and he doesn't look impressed.

“You didn't know what year it was.”

“A momentary lapse!”

“Look, I won't take you to a hospital, okay? But for my own peace of mind let me take you to my ma and she’ll check you over, and then you can call someone”

“Oh no, no I can’t,” He’s still not letting you go. “Really it’s, I’m-” The dizziness comes back like a tidal wave, you hope the ground isn’t as hard as it looks.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, sweetheart, just- ”

"Don't call me sweetheart-" Your eyes roll back and everything goes black.

The Barnes you knew of, in the present day, wouldn’t call you sweetheart, he wouldn’t call you anything. You were just the new girl, the scholar in the crowd of avengers and agents, severely under qualified to be there, your ‘my name is’ sticker might as well say ‘sore thumb’.

Scott Lang was the reason you were even allowed here, one email from him about putting the words from your papers into practice for the greater good and you were on your way. It was all a part of this new initiative in the post-blip world, ventures into time travel and what it could do for a planet that was desperately trying to piece itself back together.

It turns out, Scott had made a pretty strong case for you to be here in this room, something about giving ordinary people chances to help out. ‘Ordinary’ felt a little insulting, you had published papers on quantum mechanics, on particle theory, and Tony Stark once listened to you at a party for a good thirty seconds. But you weren’t genetically enhanced or a super spy,

and therefore classified as ‘ordinary’.

And a sudden altruistic reference from one Captain Steve Rogers meant they basically had no choice but to choose you.

Scott was busy prepping you on his ‘Very Important Rules of Time Travel’ when you saw Sergeant Barnes for the first time. You looked up, past the blackboard Scott had insisted on having and saw him there, across the military-owned aeroplane hangar that had been loaned for ‘avenger activities’. He was carrying a duffel, dressed in dark jeans and a leather jacket, hands in his pockets, despite everyone in the room already knowing about his arm.

You had sworn he hadn’t seen you there but then you recall noticing his steps slightly stuttering as he glanced in your direction, Sam tugging him away before he could inspect further. It was a meaningless moment, so why was your brain nagging at you to think again?

“-Bringing home strays and you expect me to pick up after you!”

“She fainted! In my arms! I couldn’t just leave her there, she said no hospitals!”

“James Buchanan-”

“Ma, not the full name, please.”

There's a heavy sigh and the room shifts.

“You did the right thing.”

“Thank y-”

“But I’m not happy about it. You said you were going to the recruitment station.”

“I will, I just got sidetracked.”

“James-”

“I promise. This afternoon.”

“You better.”

You opened your eyes cautiously to find yourself lying on somebody's couch, the smell of home cooking greeting you kindly, your guard was reluctantly falling down as the blanket covering you slipped. Shifting and sitting up slowly, your senses whisper softly that there was no need for alarm, but then you remember who’s home this is.

If Scott ever finds out you managed to wind up in The Winter Soldier’s family home, he was probably going to strangle you, well, Scott wouldn’t but Hope definitely would. All you had to do was slip out of the back door and not touch anything-

“You’re awake.”

Bucky Barnes stands there in the doorway, a glass of water in his hands. You froze, watching as he placed it on the coffee table.

It’s a standoff, he’s scared you’ll bolt like a skittish horse if he makes the wrong move and you’re practically terrified of the implications of all of this. He speaks first.

“How’s your head?”

You hesitate, debating whether you could slip past him and make this all a funny anecdote.

“Really gave me a scare, y’know? I can make a dame swoon but that was…”

The lightness in his voice as he eases the tension down to a simmer makes you think twice for a second. If you could just lie your way out of this maybe it wouldn’t be quite so universe-ending.

“...Sorry I shouldn’t be joking. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah I am, thanks”

“You’re welcome, how’d you end up in a dumpster anyways?”

“Oh, I was…” Okay, first lie “...looking for something”

That wasn't that bad. Maybe a couple more details “...my necklace”

“Why’d you hide then, sure I coulda helped-”

“-You said you were in the forces.”

He’s caught off guard. “I, uh, will be. Was on my way to enlist when I heard you.”

“So, you’re not?”

He shakes his head “Not yet, but-”

Shit. Bucky Barnes was supposed to be in the army, he was Sergeant James Barnes. If there was any chance you had stopped him from becoming who he was supposed to be then-

“-you didn’t tell me your name actually, what is it?”

“Can I use your bathroom…please?”

“Sure, it's down the hall, on the left.”

You stood slowly, time-hurtling nausea had now been replaced by a sick sense of impending doom, and you weren’t sure which one felt worse. This day was really shaping up to be…something.

The lock slides and you have to stop yourself from screaming, reasoning with a heavy sigh that leaves you feeling no better. God, you look a mess, your reflection staring back at you in resentment and dumpster chic. Splashing your face with water and rubbing at the dirt staining your cheek, the next move forming in your head.

Number one, get out of here so you don’t cause any more disturbances, number two use your spare Pym particles to find a way home-

And, once again, shit. You tapped your back pocket, where you had kept them safe and they weren’t there. You frantically checked all of your pockets, in your shoes, had it rolled under the sink? Nope. That meant they had fallen out somewhere, probably when you landed in that dumpster.

If some raccoon had found them by now you were royally screwed. You looked to the skylight pouring light into the bathroom and debated how easy it would be to get up there. It was worth a shot. Perching yourself on the top of the toilet you reached up and flicked the latch open. It was a bit harder to open than you had expected, evidently, it wasn't used as an escape route much, but you eventually pushed it wide with a louder-than-intended groan.

The knock at the door startled you.

“You alright in there?”

It was Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m fine!”

“You sure?”

Pulling yourself up was proving a challenge, your safe footing was dwindling as you grasped at the edge of the window. With another heave, you got your elbows resting on the ledge but your feet were dangling in the air, one slip and you would-

The yelp you let out ends in Bucky bursting through the door to find you halfway through the window and clinging on for precious life. He had to hold back his laughter as you pedal in the air to get your footing back.

“You know we do have a front door you are more than welcome to use.”

“I thought I locked the door. ” You grumble.

“You think I can’t jimmy my own locks? Here-”

Bucky grabs onto your hips, swerving to miss your feet kicking him in the face. He tugs you down and you let him in your disgruntled defeat. With your feet back on solid ground and a frown on your face, he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re weird” He states “Ma’s made you soup, would be rude to leave without tasting it, c’mon” He holds the door open and watches you shuffle out of the bathroom, a little embarrassed.

The kitchen is small and cluttered, recipes littered about as well as people, a younger girl, no older than 12, and one older woman, wiping her hands down her front.

“Took this from Ma’s closet, Jimmy said you needed new clothes” The young girl placed a folded dress in your hands.

“No, I didn’t say that-”

“What's wrong with my clothes?”

“-I said her clothes were a bit…unkempt”

“Unkempt?”

“Unkempt? You said dirty. You’ve never said unkempt in your whole life”

“Becca. Shut up. And stop calling me Jimmy in front of people” Bucky drifts past his sister, leaving a kiss on the top of her head.

The Barnes household was far more chaotic than you had anticipated, to know that a man like Bucky Barnes comes from a place of such care and comfort, his hands for holding and helping before they were bound to kill.

You stare a little too long, the dress hanging from your hands, forgotten at that moment.

“You gonna sit or?”

He’s looking at you curiously, unaware of the conflict behind your eyes.

So you sit. The bowl in front of you is steaming, the smell too gorgeous to resist and the hopeful look in his mother’s eyes is a real heart twister. It tastes delicious, it's like nothing you’ve had before.

“What is this?”

“It’s soup.” Bucky shrugs next to you.

“Ciorbă rădăuțeană” His mother corrects him “It’ll make you feel better.”

And she’s right, of course. The warmth of the soup heats your very soul, settling and giving you a sense of reassurance, maybe you weren’t going to end the universe by simply being here. It was a lot for one soup to do, you suppose time travel makes you really hungry.

“It tastes amazing.” You compliment in between spoonfuls.

Bucky’s mother must’ve given him a look because he shakes his head when she smiles.

“I like her.” She shrugs.

There’s not much talking as you eat, neither of you knows where to really start, and you were grateful for it. It was a headache to even try and lie right now.

Afterwards, you slip into the bathroom, with a silent promise not to try and escape again as he watches you disappear with a hint of a smirk.

It’s a nice dress. Clearly worn many times and loved, the deep emerald color now faded to a dustier green and the skirt was a little frayed at the edges, a dark mark from where it had caught fire momentarily years ago, it was a dress that had lived. At least it would help you fit in.

Emerging after a final check, you faintly hear a new voice in the kitchen. You hesitate, the fewer people you interact with the better. Sure, it was nice to pretend you were safe for a couple of moments but now you just wanted to get back home as unscathed as possible.

“You’re not escaping again are you?” Bucky calls out.

“...No”

Okay, deep breaths, just make it a polite hello and a swift exit-

“Holy fucking shit.”

next chapter

#Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers #bucky x y/n #bucky x Female Reader #marvel imagine #bucky barnes imagine #Clara writes

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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Hi, could you write to Hope Van Dyne x six-year-old daughter Y/N .

When Hank and Janet talk about the fact that during the years that Janet was imprisoned in the quantum world, they both "had needs", and Hope writhes in disgust from their conversation, Y/N asks her a question.

"Mommy, I don't understand. What needs do grandma and grandpa talk about?"

Y/N: mama what are Grandpa and a Grandma talking about?

Scott: well sweetie...um...when two people-

Hope: zip it Scott!

Hope stares daggers at her parents...

Hope: I will not let my daughter be corrupted!!

Y/N: what's corrupted?

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel incorrect quotes #mcu fandom #incorrect marvel quotes #ant man #ant man and the wasp #ant man and the wasp quantumania #hope van dyne #evangeline lilly #hope x reader

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im00flynn · 1 year

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Can you make a fic of maybe the reader being with Janet or Scott and when they see Kang he recognizes her maybe because they were lovers in another life? 👉🏽👈🏽

In another life: Kang x Reader

Summary: The Request

Warnings: A bit of Angst but mostly Fluff

Well, this was a disaster. You've been sucked into the quantum due to a mishap with Cassie's invention.

Luckily for you, you weren't alone, Scott and Cassie were with you but no sign of Hank, Janet, and Hope.

"Where are we?" Cassie asked while looking at the realm.

"It looks like one of the world's beyond the void." Scott responds.

"We should start walking to try and find the others." You tell them.

They agree, and you start walking, hopefully able to find your other friends so you can go home.

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After what feels like forever we arrive at a small village like place.

"Who are you? what are you doing here?" A woman approaching us asks.

"I'm Scott, that's Cassie, and that's [Name]. We're looking for Janet Van Dyne." Scott tells the women.

"If you're looking for Janet, then he's looking for you. If he's looking for you, then you need to leave this place." She tells us with a worried expression on her face.

"Why? What's going to happen?" You ask, but before she can respond, an explosion erupts, and it knocks you out cold

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You wake up and realize you're no longer in the village but in a cell.

"[Name], are you okay? Scott asks you who is also in a cell a long with Cassie in the next cell over.

"I'm fine, where are we?" You ask them confused.

Before Scott or Cassie can respond, guards come to the cells and stop in front of yours.

"He has requested to see you." One of the robot guards tells you.

They open the door to your cell and grab your arms, taking you away to wherever it is. You're going.

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you enter a big room that has a great view overlooking the realm, Standing on a platform in the middle of the room is a man.

The man turns around and smiles at you.

"[Name], It's been so long since I last saw you." He tells you, leaving you confused.

"I know what you're thinking, Who is this guy? how does he know me? Well, I'm here to answer all your questions." He says, taking a step closer to you.

You look at him confused and a worried feeling forming in your stomach, "What do you want from me?" You ask him with a somewhat shaky voice, which you hope he doesn't notice. He did.

"Don't worry [Name], I will explain everything to you." He says with a soft smile, while he moves his had to cup your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Have a seat so we can discuss what you're here for." He tells you, removing his hand and holding it out for you to take.

You take his hand, and he leads you to the big throne like chair and offers you to sit down.

You sit down still holding his hand, and he sits down next to you.

"Where should I begin?" He asks you.

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"An introduction would be nice." You told him, still scared to speak.

He smiles at your response, "Of course, I'm Kang, the ruler of the quantum realm." He tells you.

"What's your name?" He asks rhetorically, but you respond anyway.

"I'm [Name]." You respond, and he still smiles at you.

"Well [Name], I won't waste anymore time to explain why you're here." He states before clearing his throat getting ready to tell this story.

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"Many years ago, before I first came down to this realm, I was a scientist, I worked on many inventions and gadgets and gizmos, etcetera. Along the way, I met someone who was very special to me in many ways. Over time we got to know each other and we fell in love, unfortunately by the time our relationship was getting serious and I was ready to propose to them we got separated. One of my inventions malfunctioned, and it caused me to be trapped here and away from my partner forever, and that person was you." He tells you with a somber tone and a sad smile.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, causing him to look at you and give you a small smile.

"I may not be the [Name] you knew, But I'll be glad to be the [Name] you know now." You tell him.

You lean up to kiss his soft lips, and he kisses back, deepening the kiss.

You both pull away, and you rest your head on his shoulder while he rests his on top of yours.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic! more Kang stories are on the way, so get ready for that! and thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing! ILYSM!!

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widowpunx · 6 months

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HALLOWEEN IS UPON US!!

Thank you Anon and all the beautiful people for asking 🔥😎😎🔥 here's your response...

OH YES! HALLOWEN IS UPON US AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

As the nights become darker and longer, your host widowpunx is proud to present to you the next edition of her AO3 kinktober celebrations:

NATASHA ROMNOFF'S | DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2023

Let's celebrate together various dark and weird wonderful fics where Natasha Romanoff and her harem conformed by other mcu ladies like Maria Hill, Wanda Maximoff, Melina Vostokoff, Christine Palmer, Pepper Potts, Laura Barton, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Sharon Carter, Carol Danvers, Hope Van Dyne, Peggy Carter and more immerse in this dark smutty world full of vampires, demons, werewolfs and other sexy dangers where G!P Natasha Romanoff will experience so many lewd and incorrect situations.

Welcome to the fourth annual widowpunx's kinktober celebration. Hope you enjoy this special kinktober edition and will download to keep in your collection, and will excite those of you who love this smutty concept. Let's start with three new works

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Kate Bishop X G!P Natasha Romanoff - COME WITH ME TO EAT YOUR GIRL - (After Yelena makes Kate feel bad and she finds comfort in Natasha's arms.)

2. Natasha Romanoff X Maria Hill X Wanda Maximoff - Eternally (Maria and Wanda find a fun way to pass the time until Natasha's return.)

3. G!P Natasha Romanoff X Wanda Maximoff - Make Me Crazy ( A Mission Gone Wrong + Sex Pollen) [Wanda is a Tease + Awkward Natasha]

4. Werewolf! Natasha X Sex Demon Wanda + Natasha's Pack [Carol X Yelena X Sharon Carter] - Losing Your Mind In Chaos Magic (Wanda has been hoping to find a lover who can satisfy her overwhelming appetite but luckily Wanda not only finds a werewolf lover named Natasha but a pack of werewolves willing to help [Coming Soon]

5. More to come 😏😉 he he he 😈😈😈

If you missed the last editions you can find them below 👇👇

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2020

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2021

DOWN THE RABBIT RABBIT HOLE WE GO 2022

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drrav3nb · 1 year

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GODDESS OF MINE

“How does it feel?”

Janet took her time to answer, allowing herself to become more comfortable and more at ease with the grandeur of his ship.

“Like I’m sitting on a throne,” she confessed before laughing to herself, sheepishly. “It’s silly, I know.”

“No,” he refuted, encouraging her notion, delighted by it. “No it’s not.”

OR: One night, among the many they had spent trapped in the Quantum Realm, Janet lets her fascination with Kang's ship lead her into investigating what it would feel like sitting inside such a grand vessel.

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They Understand Me - The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: They Understand Me

The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Cassie, Hope, Scott, Janet (Mentioned), and Hank (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,450

Warnings: The Blip mentioned, Post-The Blip, during Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, canon violence briefly mentioned, yelling, family angst, Reader is mentioned to be seventeen, Reader can communicate with ants, crying briefly mentioned, death mentioned, and fluff

Ever since you were born, you felt like the odd one out, you blamed the Blip. You were born during a strange time in your parent's life, years before the Blip. Cassie being seven when you were born, you never really got the time to truly bond with her before the Blip happened two years later, since chaos began and took that time away. While Cassie and your father survived the Blip, one being trapped in a different realm, your mother, grandmother, and grandfather, did not. At a very young age, you had lost your mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather.

You didn't have anyone except Cassie. Though, with the weight of losing practically everyone in your life, you left Cassie and her mother at your grandfather's home later on. There, at a young, you found yourself hidden away in his basement, working hours and hours on your own Ant-Man suit and helmet. You spent two years perfecting your craft, looking over and studying your grandfather's and mother's work. Though you did have fun creating your own suit and Pym Particles perfectly, there were some downsides. Thankfully, your grandfather had a storage in the basement with enough food to last you for years.

For the next five years, you stayed at your grandfather's home, working and waiting, until 2023.

It was overwhelming. Seeing your father, mother, grandmother, and grandfather again. You didn't remember most of the reunion. It was like... You were suspended in the sky somewhere, or floating over the ground, or something else completely. But hugging your father, whom you hadn't seen in years, brought you back. Hearing your mother's voice, brought you back. Hearing your grandmother's laugh, brought you back. And seeing your grandfather's smile brought you back. Along with that, you apologized to Cassie for leaving her alone for all those years.

You broke down, tears flowing down your cheeks, gripping onto your family that had been practically kidnapped from you. For years. For five years. But you could feel them slipping away as you were pulled away, further into nothingness, further and farther away from everything. The people around you became blurry and distorted. You felt numb. Like everything around you was just a memory, or a terrible illusion. Fake. Your mother, Hope, had to pull you back.

So, after catching up a bit, and spending a bit of time all together, you finally got to show your family what you had been working on. Your suit. Your smile was bright and your eyes were beaming, but once your mother saw the helmet, her grin faded slightly.

"Hun, uh, that's an interesting look for a helmet, isn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at it in her hands, "I mean, I don't mean this in any wrong way. People might think you're a bit… Uh, Uh-"

"Odd, a bit odd." Cassie interrupted, "It does look a bit weird, y'know?"

"It's not about the looks. The helmet has a wider range of control towards all ants, and I don't really care about the opinions of poorly educated people," You said matter of factly, "I need to get better control. With more control, my suit will take me far. And I can help more people when I go out with you and Dad." Your mother nodded along, trying to give a supportive look, but your father was failing miserably at it, making you raise an eyebrow, "I can go, can't I? I want to come with you guys."

"Uh, honey, you're too young, we don't want you got get hurt."

Setting your helmet down, you sigh, rubbing your temple, "You both know that I can talk to ants, they understand me, I can help. I mean- I spent years creating my own suit, helmet, particles... I've done so much to try and find a way to get you all back, to help, and now you won't even let me go with you?"

Scott, your father, winced verbally, squinting one of his eyes, "Well, uh, there won't be enough room in the car... With me, your mother, Hank, Janet, and Peanut-"

"Everyone's going except me!?" You cried, standing up, glaring at your dad, "Are you serious!? I have practically perfected these old blueprints Grandpa made, innovating, and building - in my opinion - possibly the best suit made," Your parents shared a glance, but you ignored it and kept talking, "And you say I can't come with you to stop this new threat? I am done hiding and waiting to stop something that is threatening my home, my family, my- my world!" Letting out a sigh, you breathed out deeply from your nose, "I do not understand why I have to stay."

Scott cleared his throat nervously, awkwardly before speaking, "Uh, well, you're young-"

"Cassie has barely passed eighteen. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And I am one year younger than her!" You interrupted your argument. "Legally, I am allowed to drive, and legally, allowed to drink in China. Give me one good reason as to why, aside from my age and the danger, why I shouldn't come with you guys." Their silence was deafening, as you huffed, grabbing your helmet and suit, "When do we leave?"

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You were livid. Cassie used the Pym particles. Normally, you wouldn't have been so angry, you had also used them before. But, she had been so reckless. So, so careless. She could have died, or could have killed someone else; some innocent bystander.

Sitting in the car, you had your arms crossed, starting right ahead at the back of the passenger's seat headrest. Cassie sat beside you in the back of the car. "You know that if you use the particles on a living organism without special protection, there is a very high probability of death?" You asked Cassie, sounding scarily calm as Cassie glanced over at you before staring out her window.

"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me." She spoke, giving you a bit of an attitude, but you let yourself ignore it for the time being.

Sighing, you continued, "But, you had the great idea to use them on a Police car anyway?"

Cassie turned, her voice rising, "The car was empty!"

"Girls!" Scott yelled out, but to no avail, "No yelling in the car while I'm driving, please!"

"It could have not been! What if there had been someone in there!? What if you killed some innocent person!?"

"You're saying a lot of 'what if's’ here, sis." Cassie grumbled, crossing her own arms, "You make it seem like I'm so reckless."

You scoffed, turning to look out your window, "You said it, not me."

After a couple of minutes, Cassie spoke up, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, "What's with the pockets on your suit anyway? What’s the point of them, you know, for fighting?"

Shuffling in your seat, you sniffled before clearing your throat and answering, "They hold tiny things. Things that can possibly help when we need them. While you were gone in prison mind you, Mom, Dad, and I were hungry, and I had brought food."

"Food? That small to fit in those small pockets?" She asked, becoming more relaxed as she turned in her seat towards you slightly, gesturing to the small red pockets on your red suit.

"I use the particles, I have a full bag of cheese sticks in here somewhere..." You muttered, opening pocket after pocket until you found the super small bag of cheese sticks. Grabbing a particle, you super-sized the cheese back to its regular size, before opening the bag and ripping off four cheese sticks. One by one, you carefully passed one to your Mom and Dad, with thanks in return from each before giving Cassie one.

Peeling the clear wrapper, you began to pull strings of cheese off the cheese stick before plopping them into your mouth. Cassie did the same, before giving up and just biting it. "One thing's for sure, your little ideas are pretty useful," Cassie spoke, voice slightly muffled as she chewed. "I'm glad you were so persistent in coming along."

"It's only fair." You answered with a shrug, "I know how important my presence is to you guys. And how important my "powers" are to the mission. I mean, honestly, if you had taken any longer in that prison, I would've been able to get you out. I had a large group of Pavement Ants to get you out of your sell."

Cassie chuckled, along with your mother and father, "Let me guess, they eat pavement?" Your dad asked from the front seat, making you smirk.

"Oh yeah, the ants love it."

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inklore · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!

hi darlings, since i’m coming up on another milestone, and because i just feel like doing something fun for valentine’s day, i’ve decided to host a month long celebration!!

i made it a month long so it gives me a lot of wiggle room to post everything, and if life happens there won’t be any stress because i got weeks to catch up lmao.

and that also means more time for anyone to interact and send stuff in! which i wholeheartedly hope you babes join in on the fun, and happy valentine’s to each and every one of you <3

⊹ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!

minors please dni.

we do not have to be mutual's, or even following me, for you to interact and send things in. there is also no limit to how many things you can send in.

when it comes to the characters applicable please only send me characters from that list or your request will be ignored, that also goes for sending me random prompts not on the lists below.

if i happen to miss your ask and or don't answer it please do not be spiteful and immature about it. me not answering it is not out of something nefarious.

♡ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒!

🌸 — moodboards: send me a character + a scenario, vibe, au, trope and i'll make a little aesthetic for it. 🎀 — games: cym, this or that, fmk, and top 5. 💗 — mutuals only: send me one of your fics and i'll tell you my favorite quote/passage from it. 🌷 — playlists: send me a vibe, situation, tropes, with or without a character and i'll make a playlist based on it.

⊹ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒!

marvel: marc spector, carol danvers, scott long, hope van dyne, yelena belova, kang the conqueror, he who remains

pedro pascal: joel miller, javi gutierrez, dieter bravo

etc: poe dameron, max wolfe

ships/from my ongoing series: — jake 'hangman' seresin x sweets — joel miller x smuggler!reader — finnpoe x reader (holding constellations)

you can find the prompt list here! feel free to send in au's + tropes with any of the prompts.

#month of love celebration

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andydrysdalerogers · 8 months

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Your Submissively ~ Excess

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N Surprise for the holiday in the States! Happy Labor Day!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Infatuation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle didn’t mention the offer that Steve Rogers had given her to anyone. But she also didn’t let the business card out of her pocket. She would play with the card, thinking of the man. He wouldn’t leave her thoughts. The fit of his suit, how his face looked with the trimmed beard and the ocean blue eyes that she would get lost in.

“Belle!” Lila yelled, finally gaining her friend’s attention. “Where are you?”

Belle shook her head. “Sorry, just worried about this thesis.”

“Don’t be. You’ve got this. Anyways, Scott called. He asked if we were going to go out with the gang.”

“Do I have to?”

“Belle, c’mon. Ever since that gala you have been so preoccupied. Did something happen?”

“No Lila, It was fine. I’m sorry.” Belle sighed. “Ok, help me find something to wear.”

Lila pulled a blue, strapless top and black jeans. “This. You will look hot in this.”

The little group of friends were a mix of the Gen Ed program and the engineering program. Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Peter Parker and Michelle (MJ) Jones all hung out together most of the time. These were the closest people Belle had in her life.

Belle used to live with MJ and Lila before MJ and Peter decided to move in together. Scott and Hope had their own singles but were on the same floor as Belle, MJ and Lila freshman year. Her little adopted family took her in and she was forever grateful. Her adopted father had died when she was 16 and she had no one left. She was forever grateful for Phil Coulson, and she missed him dearly.

They bar hopped until they landed at a bar in Manhattan. Peter and MJ were celebrating their recent engagement and Hope was celebrating getting into Columbia for law school. Scott was in the Gen Ed program with Belle. But he had heard that he had gotten a great job for the next school year at a prestigious high school. Belle still hadn’t heard and this fueled her consumption of alcohol.

Belle was tipsy but still very aware in the bar. It was fun, lots of seating, room for dancing, a pool table. She had been here before with Scott, teaching her to play pool. The music was a fun mix of old school pop and alternative rock. Belle swayed to the music, occasionally singing along. She used to sing in school but stopped once Phil was gone.

Scott had been abnormally close this evening but Belle let it go. Her mind kept drifting to the ocean eyes that she could still see in the back of her eyelids. She got up, a little wobble in her stance.

“Where’re you going Belle?” Scott helped steady her.

“Just to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” As she waited, she pulled the business card from her pocket. She stared at the name.

Steven G. Rogers, CEO.

She scoffed a little before she dialed.

Hello?

“Hello Steven G Rogers.”

Belle?

“That’s me.” Belle sighed. “I don’t know who you think you are but I don’t need your offer.” Her speech slurred slightly.

Isabella? Are you ok?

“I’m fiiiinnnneee,” she sang.

Have you been drinking?

Belle laughed. “Of course, I have. Big girl.”

Where are you?

“A place.” Her sass was coming out.

Tell me now. She could hear him growl into the phone.

She giggled. “I’m in New York. Not Jersey, I gotta go.”

Isabella, wa-, she hung up the phone. She laughed at herself and went on her way.

Steve was furious. What the hell is she thinking, he thought to himself. He called Bucky,

Yea?

“Can you trace Isabella Davis’s phone please?”

Sure boss.

“And get the car, we are headed wherever she is.”

Belle decided she needed air. She went out to the brisk night and leaned against the wall, feeling the world spin slightly. She was so frustrated with her career, with her life, with Steve Rogers. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She felt someone come up to her and she opened her eyes. Scott stood up in front of her. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok Scotty. Did you need something?”

“I wanted to talk to you Belle. About something kinda important.”

“Oh, is everything ok?” She smiled, hoping her friend was ok.

“Yeah, well no, but it could be.” Scott swallowed looking more nervous. “I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?”

“A date?” Belle squeaked. She had never considered Scott more than a friend.

“Yeah, a date, Belle. You’re beautiful, so smart and I’ve fallen for you. Please?” He leaned in.

“Scott, wow, wait,” before she felt his lips on hers. Suddenly they were gone.

“She said wait,” a deep voice growled. “That’s not consent.” Steve pulled Scott away from Belle.

Belle’s head spun. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you.” Steve pulled her towards him and stroked her cheek. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I just don’t understand.” Belle closed her eyes and felt herself falling.

“Belle!” Steve caught her as she tipped over. “Belle? Can you hear me?”

“Sure can Mr. Fancypants!” Belle sang the words as she clutched onto him. She shivered from the crisp air. She pressed herself against Steve’s warm body. “You’re so warm.”

“Ok Isabella, let’s get you some water.” Steve looked around and didn’t see the guy that tried to assault Belle anywhere. He guided her inside and to the bar. “Water,” he said to the bartender. Once the glass was on the bar, he handed it to Belle. “Drink. Now.”

“You are so bossy,” Belle said with a pout.

“Drink the water Isabella or I will put you over my knee.” Steve’s eyes blazed with authority. Belle took the water and drank, some of it leaking from the corners. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me take you home.”

“I came with Lila.”

“Ok stay right here.”

Belle watched as he approached a dark hair man who was talking with Lila. Lila spoke back to him and then glanced at Belle with a smirk. Belle started to feel dizzy again as Steve approached her again. “Think you can tell me where I need to go?”

“Nope because I see two of you so I don’t know who to talk to.”

“Ok, Miss Davis, lets go.”

“Can’t walk. So sorry to disappoint,” Belle said with a giggle. She twirled around and stopped. “My head hurts.”

“Isabella? Are you ok?”

“I feel like I’m going to faint.”

“What? Right now?” Steve asked as he saw Belle close her eyes. He grasped her as she went limp in his arms. “C’mon baby,” he said as he adjusted to carry her to the car. Bucky came a few moments later. “Is Delilah ok?”

“Yeah, also got a date with her so I’m happy.” Bucky smirked. “Where to?”

“Home. I don’t want to leave her alone.” He cradled Belle in his arms. How did he end up this lucky? They got to his apartment, and he took her up to his room. He laid her gently down and removed her shoes and socks, her jeans and lacy top. He grabbed one of his shirts and sipped it over her. He pulled back the covers and placed her in between.

He went to his office and shut everything down. Bucky came in. “Is she ok punk?”

“Yea, I put her to bed. Can you get her some clothes? Jeans, top, underwear.”

“Sure. I’ll have it here in the morning.”

“Thanks Jerk. I’m going to turn in.”

“Is Miss Davis in the guest room?”

“No,” Steve cleared his throat. “She’s in my room.”

“Steve…” Bucky started.

“I know Buck. But she’s different. We’ll see in the morning.”

“Whatever you say man. Good night.”

“Night.” Steve headed back to his room, where Belle hadn’t moved. He placed two ibuprofen and a glass of water on the night side table. He stripped down and climbed into the bed next to her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Good night sweet Belle.”

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junikicker · 1 year

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Scarface - Hope van Dyne x fem!reader

Pairing: Hope van Dyne x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut, alcohol, mentions of scars

Summary: Stark throws yet another party where you meet Hope van Dyne.

Note: Unpopular opinion: Hope w short hair looks hot.

Tony Stark. He and his stupid parties. You had just gotten back from an exhausting mission yesterday and would have loved to just take some more rest. But apparently, Tony had made other plans and insisted that you made an appearance at the party. And not just for an hour or two. He was really passionate about this one, hell, he even made Nick come.

You were never one to sport a dress and heels, and you were also not one to dress up, so you decided to keep it rather casual, rocking a dark blue pantsuit with a white dress shirt underneath, leaving the top three buttons unbuttoned. Your hair was put in place with some hair spray and you finished off your look with some jewelry and a pair of white sneakers.

“Y/l/n, you better be up here within the next ten minutes.” Tony’s voice echoed through the room. “I was just about to leave, Stark.” You replied through gritted teeth. “In that case, I didn’t say anything.” Was the only thing he said before his voice was gone as quickly as it had come.

You sighed and left your room. Walking through the hallway, you accompanied Maria who seemed to be on her way upstairs as well. Together, you got on the elevator. “Hill.” You acknowledged her presence. “Y/l/n.” She responded. You weren’t on a first name basis yet. There were a few moments of silence until you spoke up again. “How’s Tasha?” You asked. You hadn’t seen her since you had come back from your mission, you had spent quite some time in the medical wing, getting checked up after being exposed to some unhealthy fumes on your mission.

“She’s good,” Hill replied, not meeting your eyes. “Wait- how do you?” She asked, now turning towards you. “I just do.” You winked at her and exited the elevator which had now reached its destination.

You saw Natasha behind the bar and decided the first thing you needed to survive this party was a drink. “Tasha.” You greeted, sitting down on the stool in front of her “Hey there, Scarface.” Natasha teased and you smiled. She was the only one who was allowed to call you ‘Scarface’ without possibly losing a limb.

“I saw your girlfriend on the elevator.” You beamed at her, smiling. “She’s not my girlfriend.” She replied sternly. “Well, she seemed pretty flustered when I asked her about you.” You smiled like a little kid. “Okay, we slept together one time. But that doesn’t mean anything.” She insisted as she poured your whiskey into a glass. You just looked at her sternly, eyes narrow. “Okay, maybe it was six times, but who’s keeping count.” She shrugged it off as if it was nothing. “She is your girlfriend.” You stated, leaving no room for Natasha to argue as her attention shifted to the person approaching the bar.

“A Manhattan, please.” The voice requested and Natasha got to work. You turned around on the stool. Facing the woman who had just ordered her drink.

You were met by a stunning brunette in a pitch-black jumpsuit, the top secured around her neck, leaving her arms bare. The top had a cut-out that showed a few of her inner breasts. Her heels matched in color. “Hope, this is Y/n Y/l/n. Y/n this is Hope van Dyne.” Natasha commented from the side, setting the Manhattan in front of the woman whose name you had learned was Hope.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Van Dyne.” You said, shaking her hand, smiling. “The pleasure is all mine.” The slightly smaller woman had replied. Natasha winked at you and then disappeared towards Maria who was standing a few meters away.

You talked for a while, getting to know each other. You couldn’t help your eyes drifting to the cutout piece on her top every now and then. “My eyes are up here, honey.” She chuckled and you blushed, scratching your neck awkwardly. “I’ll let it slide.” She smiled, shifting closer to you. “...If you tell me how you got that one.” She raised a hand to your face and gently caressed the scar that went from above your left eye to about mid-cheek on the same side.

You smiled and got a hold of her hand, placing it in yours on the counter of the bar. “Let’s say, I flirted with death.” You started. “Wanted too much too fast, thinking I was stronger than I actually was.” You suggested. “Knife?” She inquired. You shook your head. “Dagger.” You corrected, chuckling. “An old friend of mine used to say Love is a dagger, it’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it, it’s beautiful until it makes you bleed. But ultimately…when you reach for it…” You resigned. “It isn’t real?” She finished your sentence.

“I suppose love is as real as one wants it to be. If you don’t want it to be real, then it won't be. If you want it to, it will. It is a dagger, it is beautiful and it will make you belled. You decide how deep the world is going to be.” She spoke.

“I think it’s a bit too early for a conversation like this.” You sighed, downing the rest of your drink. “May I have this dance, Scarface?” She asked in a teasing but still sweet tone, getting up from the stool, and offering a hand to you. You reached for your hand and the two of you made your way to the dance floor.

The dancing was playful at first, you sun Hope around her and there and she would playfully push you back, her hand against your chest when you were shoved towards her by someone else on the dance floor. When Smack That starts playing, you playfully wiggled your eyebrows at her and she laughed in response but from then on started to ‘accidentally’ grind into you whenever you spun her around.

With the next song, you find the courage to make another move and pull her closer and her hips flush with yours. She gasped in a teasing way, “Bold.” She teased but you just shook your head laughing in response.

Where have you been started playing and your hands on her hips encouraged her to roll hers with yours. Then your eyes met for yet another time, but now it was different. Your bodies continued to move, and your eyes stayed focused on the other’s. You didn’t hesitate and leaned in. What was the worst thing that could happen?

Hope was surprised at first but kissed you back as soon as she realized what had happened. You kept your hands where they were, on her hips, while hers traveled from your neck to your face, cupping it, gently holding it in her hands. You weren’t sure if it was a whistle you heard from somewhere but you couldn’t care less. You let your arms wander down her body until you reached her ass and gave it a squeeze. She gasped in response to your actions, which gave you the opportunity to gain back control. You pulled away a moment later, the need for air had your lungs burning. But it was a good burn.

“Should we get outta here?” You proposed and she nodded. You grabbed her hand and pulled her after you and into the elevator. As soon as you were in the elevator, she had you pressed to the wall, hands pinned up over your head. She made sure you knew she was in control and you had nothing against it. The doors closed as your make-out session continued on the way down.

The door opened and you freed your wrists, grabbing her by the hips, leading her out of the elevator backward. As you reached the door to your room, it was your turn to pin her hands above her head. “Oh, this is gonna be fun if you think you’re gonna be on top.” She breathed out as you peppered kisses all over her neck and throat. This was gonna be one heck of a night.

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