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waltermis · 1 year

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Howard

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Tony go back in time to 1970 to get the Tesseract, when you run into the man you haven’t seen since you were 5. Your father, Howard Stark.

Warnings: Endgame.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Tony Stark x reader (siblings), Scott Lang x reader (platonic), Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Clint Barton x reader (platonic)

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You, Tony and Scott all sat in a destroyed car, when Steve came dropping off a railing, the scepter in his hands. “Cap,” Tony called, a guilty look written on his face. “Sorry, buddy. We got a problem.”

Scott’s scoff came from the back of the car, “Yeah, we do.”

You snapped your head around, glaring at Scott from your spot in the passenger seat. “You know, you have a real attitude problem.” Scott just stuck his tongue out at you. “Wow, real mature.” You said, turning back around.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Well, everything went exactly as planned. Tony and I were dressed as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Scott managed to give Tony a slight heart attack, and we had the Tesseract in our hands expect…” You trailed off.

“Expect…?” Steve asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

“We miscalculated when Hulk would arrive on the first floor and Loki, he uh, he managed to get away with the Tesseract.” You said, hesitantly. You began playing with your wedding ring, something you often did when you were stressed.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Steve asked, as you and Scott exited out of the demolished vehicle.

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got hit in the head with the Hulk.” Tony said, looking annoyed.

“You said that we had one shot. This, this was our shot. We shot it, it’s shot. Six stones or nothing. It was six stones or nothing.” Scott said, emphasizing each point.

“You’re repeating yourself, you know that? You’re repeating yourself.” Tony said, aggravated.

“You’re repeating yourself. You’re repeating yourself.”

You and Steve both rolled your eyes as both Tony and Scott continued to argue. “Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asked, interrupting their childish dispute.

“No, no, no. There’s no other options. There’s no do-overs.” The bug said, smacking the car. “We’re not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it, alright? We use that… bye bye, you’re not going home.”

Suddenly a thought popped into your head. It was a long shot but it just might work. “I got it. There’s another way to retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles.” You said.

Tony’s eyes widened as he understood what you were saying. “Little stroll down memory lane. Military Installation, Garden State.”

“Exactly,” You said. Steve understood instantly what the two of you were saying. The three of you were having a silent conversation, understanding what this meant.

“When were they both there?” Steve asked, wracking his brain.

“They were there at a time… I have a vaguely exact idea.”

Steve pursed his lips together, irked. “How vague?”

“What are we talking about? Where are we going?” Scott asked, lost.

“It was 1970.” You interrupted, leaning against the car. Everyone snapped their heads in your direction.

“How do you know that?” Steve questioned.

“I know for a fact that they were there. And I know how I know.” You stated, confidently.

“Alright then… It looks like we’re improvising.” Steve said.

“Great,” You and Tony said.

“What are we improvising?” Scott asked.

“I want you and Tony to go get the Tesseract. Scott and I will head back to the compound and wait for you there.”

“Suit up,” Tony said, as the two of you changed your clothes. “Are you sure you wanna come with me?” He asked, worried for you.

“I’m gonna be fine, Tony. I have you with me. And what kind of brother would you be if you left me all alone in New Jersey?”

“A terrible brother…”

“What’s in New Jersey?” Scott asked Steve. Steve kept his eyes locked on the two of you as you punched in the coordinates.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked you two one last time.

“Absolutely, Cap. See you in a minute.” You said before you and Tony disappeared.

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New Jersey

1970

You and Tony managed to get to the military base where you were quick to change your clothes so you wouldn’t be apprehended. “Do you think Steve was born here?” Tony asked, as the two of you strolled through the base.

“Tony, now is not the time… And I don’t think he was born here. It was probably the idea of him.” You said. “Alright, where are we going?”

“Over there.” He said, pointing in the direction. “That’s where they kept the Tesseract.” The two of you watched as two men in suits entered the base. You followed your brother into the base where you two entered the elevator. You went down into the basement and began searching for the right container that held the Tesseract.

“C’mon, where is it?” You muttered to yourself as you turned on the visors Tony designed.

“Over here! I found it!” Tony called, a little further away. You ran over to Tony, grabbing a briefcase on your way. Tony began to drill his way in while you made sure no one was around.

“Be careful, Tony.”

“When have I ever not been careful?”

“There was that one time…” You started.

“That was a rhetorical question.” He said, not turning around. “We’re in,” He grabbed the Tesseract while you held open the case.

“Arnim, you in here?” You heard someone say.

You look at Tony panicked. “What do we do?!?!”

“Just follow my lead.” Just as he finished talking, a man with a moustache came into your line of sight. You and Tony turned away quickly, as the man stared at you two. There was something vaguely familiar about the man, something you just couldn’t put your finger on. It was the way he spoke and the mustache that you just couldn’t put your finger on.

“Hey!” The man said, “The door is this way, you two.” The two of you turned around, startled. “Looking for Doctor Zola, have any of you seen him?”

“Yeah, Doctor Zola. No, I haven’t seen a soul.” Tony answered as he approached the man.

“What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, the man nodded. “Nope, I haven’t seen anyone either.” You suddenly ran into a desk chair when you realized who the man was. He was your father. “Pardon me,” You apologized.

“Do I know you?” The man asked.

“No, sir. We’re uh… We’re visitors from MIT.” Tony said, holding up his badge.

“Oh. MIT. Got a name?”

“Howard.” You internally rolled your eyes at your brother’s thinking.

“That’ll be easy to remember.” He said, walking closer to the two of you.

“Howard…. Potts.”

“Well, I’m Howard Stark.”

“Hi,” The two shook hands as you stared at them trying to contain your laughter.

“And you, Miss?”

“Natasha, Natasha Romanoff.” You said, quickly before mentally hitting yourself.

“You’re looking a little green around the gills there, Potts.”

“I’m fine. Just long hours.”

“You wanna get some air?” Howard asked, Tony continued to just stare at your father, a dreamy look on his face.

“Hello Potts,” Your father called, snapping Tony out of his daydream.

“Yeah, that’d be swell.”

“That way,” Howard said, leading the two of you out of the basement.

“Need your briefcase?” You quickly grabbed the case and handed it to Tony.

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“So, where you at with names?” Tony asked, as you walked up to them again.

“What names?” You asked, giving Tony a subtle thumbs up, telling him that you got the particles.

“Baby names. If it’s a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo.” Howard said, you let out a quiet giggle at the thought of Tony’s name being Elmonzo.

“Huh. Might wanna let that stew awhile. You got time.” Tony quickly objected, shuddering slightly.

“What about if it was a girl?” You asked.

“Well, if it's a girl we might name her Gertrude.” Tony snorted at the name before coughing.

“Sorry, I swallowed a bug.” He excused.

“Gertrude? Really? Why not name her something like, say I don’t know… Y/N?” You quickly suggested.

“Huh… Y/N. I like it.” Howard said. “Lemme ask you a question.” He said, stepping in front of the two of you. “When your kid was born, were you nervous?”

“Wildly,”

Howard let out a sigh of relief, “Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?”

“I literally pieced it together as I went along. I thought about what my dad did.”

“Ugh, my old man. He never met a problem he couldn’t solve with a belt.”

“I thought my dad was tough on me. And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.” You teared up slightly, remembering the quote your dad always said.

“Smart guy.”

“He did his best,”

“I’ll tell you, that kid’s not even here yet and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.” Tony smiled at that, “Good to meet you, Romanoff.” You shook his hand before he turned to Tony.

“It was nice knowing ya, Potts.”

“Howard, everything’s gonna be alright.” Tony advised, before giving him a hug. “Thank you, for everything… you’ve done for this country.” The two of you watched as he walked over to Jarvis before you both left.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What ‘bout you?”

“I’m okay… Just wanna go home, bring everyone back and stay wrapped in Nat’s arms forever.” You said, missing your wife already.

“Then, let’s go back.” He took your hand as the two of you found a secluded spot and set your coordinates back to the year 2023.

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2023

You managed to return safely with Tony, looking around you saw that everyone was back. Everyone but one. “Did we get them all?” Bruce asked.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey asked, smiling widely.

“Clint…” You started approaching the man slowly. “Where’s my wife?”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

The only thing anyone heard after that was your gut-wrenching scream.

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Time In A Bottle(young!Howard Stark X reader)

Paring: young!Howard X Carter!Reader

Summary: after a time machine going wrong a few faces from the past get knocked into our century.

A/N: this is an old story of mine that I posted on Wattpad a while back. It's not edited but I hope you all enjoy.

"can't believe how long it's been since you've been in the ice" I mumbled looking through a magazine that was just published. It was full of articles and pictures of Steve, my aunt peggie, and Howard Stark. I kept flipping through when I stopped on a picture of my aunt.

"you know you kinda look like her" Steve said standing behind the stool I was sitting on and looked over my shoulder looking at the picture of Peggy. I smiled and nodded. I was proud to be a Carter and I didn't hide it like my sister Sharon did. Before I could say anything else there was a loud crash coming for the lab. "what the hell was that?" I asked Tony who was sitting on the couch with pepper.

"you didn't leave anything on did you?" pepper asked. "it's probably just Bruce" Tony mumbled and got up.

"no because Bruce and natasha went on vacation... Remember?" tony stopped in his tracks and looked guilty. He knew exactly what he did he just wasn't ready to admit to what he did. "I'll be back" he said running towards the lab.

"miss. Carter, Mr stark has requested your assistance in the lab" I hear Friday call out from the speakers of the lab. I sighed and threw the magazine onto the coffee table and walked towards the lab. "Tony way do I always have to save your ass" I asked walking into the lab.

When I looked up I saw a treo of people serounding the time machine we've been working on for months. "who's your friends?" I asked crossing my arms. Tony tried to talk but I ignored him looking at three people. One that I recognized made my heart skip a beat.

"aunt Peggy?" I mumbled. She didn't hear me which I was thankful for. No need to add more to the confusion.

"how did you guys get here?" I asked my question was competly ignored and my aunt Peggy started to attack a man who looked like Tony. "Howard you buffoon I told you to not mess with that damed robot again"

"time machine!" Howard correct. "it's a time machine and it obviously worked so I'm a genius" he said with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest with pride. Now we know where tony gets his ego. "what year is it miss?" the third one asked. He sounded like Jarvis just more human.

"2022" I said crossing my arms. As the three conversed with Tony and I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes on me I looked over and noticed Howard staring at me. Howard was pretty handsome in his younger years. He looked at lot like Tony but maybe a bit taller. They both seemed to have the same attitude and the same eyes and hair.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow questioning him. He simply winked and tried to get his two since in the conversation. After a few minutes of arguing we finally came to agreement.

"okay so they'll stay here In till we can figure out how to send them back home" I said walking to the time machine. It looked burnt to the crisp and refused to turn one. I sighed as I picked up a piece that fell off and sat on top of the waist of space.

"(y/n) why don't you show our guests around and show them where the extra rooms are" Tony said before I could escorts them to their destinations Peggy chimed in. "that won't be necessary" she said to me. "I think I can find my way around" she left the lab and literally walked the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes at the woman I shared blood with. "she's going the wrong way isn't she?" Howard asked clearly reading my expressions right.

"yup" I said turning to him. He flashed me a smirk and looked me up and down. "if the offer of a tour of our new living facilities are still open I would love if you'd show me around" I rolled my eyes at him. He was definitely cocky and very brave you could also tell him and Tony are related. I scoffed "fine" I then started to walk down the hallway as Howard tried to catch up with me.

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I tossed and turned in my bed. Once comfy bed felt like a brick and the room felt like a hundred degrees. Millions of things ran through my head. From the simplest things to more hectic things. My first thoughts were on my aunt and how hard it felt to tell her I was her blood or the fact me and Tony couldn't figure out how to send her back to the right time period.

It also felt wired that I couldn't get Howard out of my head. The man was indeed a charming man much like his son. He also held the same ego and sarcasm but he seemed to know when to hide it unlike Tony.

The man wouldn't leave me alone the rest of the day. He would follow me around the compound like a lost puppy or try to 'help' me in the lab. On the contrary I don't need help in my lab and I felt that he needed to know I don't need a man to help me get my job done. That's why I own my own lab because dispit Tony being my best friend it was always hard to do a job with out him breathing down my neck.

I sighed giving up on sleep and left my room. I quietly walked down the hallway trying not to wake anyone and headed into the kitchen for some tea and maybe a snack. I sighed rumgimg through the cabinets in the dim almost dark room.

"can't sleep either?" I voice said making me jump. I quickly turned around and saw Howard setting at the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He looked just as tired as I felt. His brown hair slightly wet from a shower but in some strainds of hair were fluffy and Stubele peppered his jaw. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans that Tony possibly gave him. Above all he was handsome I wasn't denying that but in the end I would have to stop myself from getting close to him. For his, mine, and especially Tony's sake.

"no I can't sleep too much on my mind" I sighed setting a crossed from him. He simply smirked and shook his head. "this hole thing is a mystery to me too. I think this is an amazing experience but then I want to get Peggy and Jarvis home where they belong"

"if ony Bruce was home, he's just as smart as you and Tony"

"your pretty intelligent yourself doll" he responded. His brown eyes looked at me and he smirked making me blush.

"me and Tony will try to get you home" I said. "I mean no rush... This time period can't be that bad could it?" he asked.

I titled my head to the side and my straight face broke to a smile. "are you kidding? I would love to live in the 40s"

"why?" he asked with a chuckle. "I Love the history, the music, the cars are my favorite" I smiled.

"you like cars?" he smirked like he was surprised. I slightly nodded and He looked amused.

"what was Steve like back then? I mean before the serum?" I asked breaking the silence.

"much like he is now I'm guessing. I didn't really know him much before he took the serum" he said drinking the last of his coffee. As we fell into comfortable silence I started to feel my eyes get heavy. I rested my elbow on the tabe and my head was supported by my fist. "you look tired.. You should go back to bed..we gotta lot of work to do tomorrow" Howard smiled at me. I only nodded and stood up from the counter. I smiled and padded his shoulder. "get some sleep too Stark" he only nodded.

"good night doll" he called out as I left the room.

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The next morning I woke up before anyone else. It was pretty quiet which in my opinion was good. That ment Tony was getting the right amount of sleep he deserves and hopefully the rest of the team was doing the same.

I really didn't feel like working on the time machine before Tony and Howard got up so I just went down to the grauge where all the cars we owned sat. All of them were different in size in color. To Scott's rust bucket of a van to clint and Steve's motorcycles. I like to think my baby out shined them all. My car is back 1967 chivy impala. I worked hard to keep in shape and always made sure I ran to perfection.

I smiled at the black automobile and turned on my CD player. The silver machine flashed one and played Elvis Presley on a low volume. Tony and Clint always called me old school. I didn't use Bluetooth speakers to listen to music and I never saw the reason to by modern cars. I hated New music and new anything. I'm a old soul as steve would say. I loved old movies like Alfred Hitchcock movies or Friday the 13th. I refused to listen to any new music which annoyed Wanda and Peter in some ways.

I digged out the tools I needed and started tinkering under the hood. Things were going through smoothly in till I felt one bolt that wouldn't loosen. I grunted getting aritated and started to pull harder while cussing under my breath.

I then herd the door open and close. I ignored it and continued to work. So after the noises disappeared I felt someone come up behind me. The figure the bigger than mine and I felt his arms reach and grabbed the rinch I had. When I felt his chest against my back I quickly elbowed him. "hay doll I'm only trying to help" it was howard. I rolled my eyes and moved away from the car. "thanks but I got it" I said crossing my arms.

As I turned back around and finished my work on the engine. As I had my back to him I heard him snort and let out a sigh. I quickly wiped around and crossed my arms and Clinched the wrinch I had. "what?"

"nothing" he smiled and moved closer. I stepped back and leaned on my car. "your different from anyone I've ever met"

"oh?" I said not really amused but wanting to know what he meant. "you don't fall at my feet and you stand your ground" he explained. "your kind to me with out trying to be a flert and I really admire how smart you are"

"well... Thanks I think" I slightly blushed and turned back around before he could see. When I leaned over into the car under the hood I saw him move over to the side of the car in the corner of my eye. I sighed as he watched me closely as I worked.

When I went back to the bolt I was struggling with I pushed down as hard as I could and got it lose. But when I did I smashed my had making me hiss and pull back. I grumbled and shook my hand to hit rid of the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut not seeing Howard come up and grabbed my jammed hand in his hand. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at my hand and rubbing where it hurt. "what are you doing?" I asked stepping back slowly.

"it's bruised let me see" he said taking my hand back and examining my thumb and palm. "im fine really" his chocolate eyes looked up at me making my heart race. My cheeks faded into a pink color and this time he saw it.

"I'm making you nervous, aren't I doll?" he asked kissing my knuckles then Releasing my hand. "n-no you don't" I said trying to stand my ground. I quickly turned around to my car and shut the hood. As soon as the hood shut with a thud I felt him behind me.

"so now your being shy around me?" he asked and kissed my cheek then my jaw. "what happened to your little attitude?" I sighed and turned around facing him. One of his hands fell to my hip and his other went under my chin lifting it up so we made eye contact. "we should see if Tony's up" I whispered.

He leaned in closer brushing his nose to mine. "he's not up yet" his brown eyes stared into my soul as his free hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "can I kiss you?"

His question surprised me. I wanted to say yes but when I stared into his brown eyes all I saw was tony. What would he think or react to his best friend kissing a young version of his father. He would always tell me how much he hated Howard and I was always Tony's shoulder to cry on and was always there to listen when he needed to rant about his father.

"I can't" I whispered as I placed my hands on his chest as a single tear left the corner of my eye. "we- I cant do this to tony" he looked at me with hurt and confusion glossing over his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to over step-" he started but I cut him off.

"I'm sorry... It's not you" I shook my head and left his arms. "I should get to work Tony's probably waiting" I said leaving him alone in the garage.

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"sorry about intrupting your vacation Bruce" I said crossing my arms and looking at him through the screen. "we wouldn't have called you unless it wasn't important" I said.

"don't worry about, sorry I cant be there to help" he responds. "no, you and natasha deserve to get away"

"wait I've got a quick question" Scott said behind me. "what?" me and Bruce said at the same time.

"so if Howard doesn't get back to his normal time period doesn't that mess up Tony's chance of being born?"

"no not necessarily" I said hoping up on my desk and flipping through my notebook of notes we've taken the last month.

"most likely when Howard and Peggy went into the future they made a different time line" Tony chimed in.

"wait, what do you mean?" Peggy asked crossing her arms. I looked over to my aunt and Howard. Howard avoided looking at me which made me upset but that was the least of my problems.

"okay like 5 or so years ago a member of the X-men had to trave into the future to fix something. Now when he did he made two different time lines. The one he was originally from the a different one...kinda like an alternate reality" I explained. "now if Tony's right you being here won't affect the past."

"so ignore everything you learned from back to the future Scott" Bruce committed through my computer.

"what if we don't want to go back?" Howard spoke up. Peggy whipped her head around and glared at him. "and take the chance of messing up the future? Messing up the chance of your son being born?" he said kinda shouting at him.

"aunt Peggy" I started she turned around and looked at me without any of the aggretion she gave Howard. "if you trave to the past or the future, that becomes your future/past and the your future becomes the present. Which now can't be changed by your new future"

"so we could stay here if we wanted?" she asked looking at Steve. He was in the back of the lab trying to stay out of the way. "it's a risk to take, but most likely yes" Tony responded.

"we need to look more into it before you guys make any decisions" I said looking at Peggy then Howard. He immediately looked down and started to fiddle with button on the sleeve of his gray dress shirt.

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Another week passed and we got a little bit closer at cracking the codes. Last week we were lucky enough to get Shuri to trave from Wakanda and help us. Me and her worked into the night so Tony and Howard could get sleep and then we got sleep in the early mornings.

"almost done with the coding on this" shuri said taping on one of the hologram screens in the lab. "I'm putting in the last of the wiring now" I respond twisting the red and blue wire together then closing the lid to cover it. Before I could continue with anything else the alarm went off signaling there was a mission.

I sighed and ran off after apologizing to shuri for ditching her. "what do we got?" I asked running into the jet were everyone else was. "just a standard Hydra base, nothing we aren't already use to" steve said.

The mission was longer than we intesapated and a lot of us got engerd especially me but I didn't really care. When we got home I tried to go to bed but Tony and Steve dragged me to the lab were Howard was working with Shuri. "what happened?" he asked as steve picked me up and sat me on Tony's desk. "I'm fine" I mumbled.

"Howard check her enjeries will ya" Steve said walking out of the lab. "I'm fine really" I said as Howard rolled up my sleeve to check the cut on my arm.

"so what happened?" he asked cleaning the cut that was on my forehead. "it was just harder than we expected... More weapons and better sacurity than we thought" I replied and tried to leave but he pushed me back down. "come on Stark"

"you know it's not a bad thing to get help some times" he said kinda irritated. I sighed and let him help. "thanks" I mumbled.

"your welcome" he simply replied and wrapped up my forearm with a bandeges. "I'm only trying to help ya know" he said breaking the silence.

"I know" I mumbled looking down not wanting to face him. He didn't seem to like that so he gently lifted my chin with his fingers. I looked into his brown eyes and felt the familiar feeling. My heart pounded as he leaned in closer than pressed his lips to mine softly. I surprisingly didn't push him away I let it happen. I felt his hands move to both sides of my jaw and pulled me close as he depend the kiss. "Howie.." I said.

He only hummed. "I like that" he said against my lips smirking. He tilted his head to the side for another but placed my hands on his chest stopping him.

"okay I'm sorry" he whispered.

"I'm not, but I can't get attached" I said. "why?" he asked looking scared of rejection. "because we live in two different worlds and time periods.. We have to get you back home" I said tearing up. I moved away and left him but he quickly grabbed my hand before I could get to far.

"you can honestly tell me you feel nothing for me" he spoke.

"yes... I have feelings for you Howard" I said with a whimper.

"then-then what's wrong? Why can't we be together?" he said stepping up closer. "you really want to know why?" I spoke getting frustrated.

"yes! I want to know why" he said shouting. "because I don't trust myself with you" I whispered. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I couldn't. The idea of being with someone always seemed to be slim or negative for me. I did care about him but I was scared.

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"have you seen my father?" Tony asked coming into the kitchen where I was reading. "how should I know? I'm not his babysitter" I said not looking up from my book.

"well I just noticed how he started following you around like a lost puppy" he said setting down in front of me. I looked up from my book and locked eyes with genius. "what are you implying?"

He tilted his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. He gave me the soft puppy eyes he always gave me when he knew something was wrong. "okay forget my father, are you okay?"

I shook my head and felt the clinch in my chest as I tried to hold back the tears. "me and Howard kiss" I sob and covered my face afraid of his reaction.

"did he kiss you?"

"yes" I responded

"did you kiss back?"

"I'm sorry Tony, I tried to not get close bu-"

"I'm not mad" he said cutting me off. I raised my droppie head and gave him and questioning look. "why aren't you mad? You always told me how much you hated your father, now I'm starting to fall for him"

"it's okay" he whispered then wrapped his arms around me. "he just better not hurt you"

"it doesn't matter" I spoke pulling away from his arms. "once we get the time machine to work he's going back home.. It would have never worked between us"

"I'm sorry (n/n)" he wrapped his arms around me again and rested my head on his shoulder. "we'll figure this out okay?"

"okay" I mumbled.

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"okay let's start it up" Tony shouts. The machine that's supposed to take us home fired up. I stood there not really wanting to leave and I could tell Peggy didn't want to leave either.

I watched the time machine glow and slightly shake signaling us it was time to leave. I sighed feeling bad that I didn't tell (y/n) goodbye. She was probably the first woman a genuinely loved and was more than a fling or lust. She was smart and sarcastic and didn't fall to my feet when first met her. She made me work for her affection and attention which I actually liked and I worked hard for it.

The times she pushed me away only told me she cared more about other people's happiness than her own. She had a heart of gold and I admired that. She pushed me away because she was afraid of hurting Tony.

"wait" Peggy's voice said grabbing my arm. I looked at her kinda sad and stood in my place. "do you love her?"

I tilted my head to the side trying to play dumb. "don't you look at me like that, you know what I'm thinking about" she said.

I dropped my head and sighed. "I do" i shook my head and started fiddling with the insides of the pockets of my jeans. "than go to her" she said crossing her arms. "stay here and be happy"

"what if effects something? What if I screw up the time line?" I asked pacing back and forth.

"you won't" Tony butted in. "I've talked to Bruce and Strange, and they both said you can't mess it up" I looked down not wanting to look at the man that would be my son in the future. "look she loves you so just stay with her" he said with a sigh. He had the look of someone being forced to say something they didn't.

"I don'-" I started. "go!" Jarvis and Peggy both said at the same time cutting me off.

I nodded and ran out of the room than down the hallway looking for her. I frantically looked around and found a lot of dead ends before I found her in one of the labs. "hay" I said casually.

She quickly looked at me with big dough eyes. "aren't you supposed to be back in the 40's now?"

"I've come to a conclusion" I said walking up to her. "and what is that?" she said crossing her arms. "I'm staying here"

She stared at me with shock painted all over her face. "why would you? What dose this time period have to offer really?"

"you" I said truthfully and stepped up closer maybe only leaving five inches between us. "I want to stay here with you"

I placed my hand on her cheek and slowly leaned in connecting my lips to hers. I felt her arms slowly wrap around my neck and deepen the kiss.

"I love you" I whispered against her lips.

She slowly pulled away and smirked. "I know" I playfully rolled my eyes knowing she was joking. I kissed her forehead and smiled. "your gonna have to teach me about modern time though"

"oh that should be tons of fun" she chuckled than wrapped her small arms around my waist.

"is Peggy staying too?" her small voice spoke making me sighed. She's going back for me, for us. She was on of my closest friends and she's giving up the opportunity to be with steve just so I could be with (y/n). She told me of one of us stays someone needs to be on the 40's keeping it safe. She also told me to keep her safe because (y/n) was her niece. Even though the the two just met you could tell how much Peggy loved her. "she's going back so I could stay with you"

"she also told me to take care of you and if I break your heart she'll come back and kick my ass" I said trying to make her smile. She sadly smiled and looked up at me with her (e/c) eyes.

Everything happens for a reason. I was supposed to screw up with the time machine so it would take us into the future. I like to think I was supposed to find (y/n) and maybe I was supposed to make myself a better father to tony. What ever it supposed to be its definitely a second chance and I'm grateful for that.

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On The Streets of New York

Chpt. 2 or How you met Howard Stark and the great pizza debate of '48

So, where did you say you were from, Miss L/N?” Jack looked up at you from over the report he was finishing up. Leaning back in your chair you folded your arms and smiled.

“I don’t believe I mentioned, Chief Thompson.”

“Fair enough.” Jack acquiesced, turning his attention back to the papers on his desk. Sighing deeply, you propped your feet up on the desk. “Feet off.” He tapped the bottom of one of your boots with the pencil.

“Are you going to be done soon?” His eyes flitted in your direction before turning back to the papers.

“Filing the report about that man that tried to assault you? Yes.” Fighting back an eye roll at his dry tone, you folded your arms and turned your attention to the ceiling.

“Can we get something to eat when you’re done? I’m starving.”

“Sure, there’s a fly in the wall pizza joint around the corner. Joe’s.”

“Is it any good?” Finally taking your feet off of the desk, you leaned forward and planted your elbows on your knees. Jack glanced up at you and smirked.

“Only the best pizza joint in New York.” Resting your chin in your hand, you cocked your head slightly and narrowed your eyes.

“Oh, really?” Resting your elbows on the edge of the desk you raised a brow at the man in front of you.

“Yes, really.” Jack dropped his pencil and folded his arms on the desktop.

“Well, Chief Thompson, I have it on good authority that Emilio’s on 4th has the best pizza in all of New York.” You grinned widely at the memory of Steve sharing this bit of information from his past. Jack’s snort brought you back to the present.

“That second rate joint in Brooklyn?” Jack shook his head and picked back up his pencil. “Whoever told you that has never had decent pizza.”

“Now wait just a,”

“I thought I heard more than one voice back here.” A strong mid Atlantic accent cut off your protestation. Turning in your chair you were met with one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen in your life. What with his neatly groomed dark hair and dashing mustache, he looked like he’d just stepped out of one of your old movies. And boy, did he look vaguely familiar.

“What are you doing here, Stark?” Jack didn’t even bother to look up from his writing.

“I was looking for Peg, but she wasn’t here.” The man took his hat off and dropped it on Jack’s desk. “Heard voices and thought I’d investigate.” Jack looked from the hat on his desk to the man now resting his hand on the edge of the desk with mild irritation.

“If your curiosity is satisfied, I’m busy.”

“On the contrary, my curiosity has been sufficiently piqued.” The man turned his full attention on you at that. Dialing the charm up to 11 he extended his hand and gave you a smile that could only be described as dazzling. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, Miss, I’d have remembered a lady as lovely as you.” Peeling your eyes away from his, you glanced at Jack.

“Is he for real?”

“Unfortunately.” Jack muttered, shaking his head and erasing something on one of the papers. Sensing the man was still staring at you, you turned slowly and tentatively took the man’s hand, fully intending to shake it, only for him to lift your hand to his lips. You squirmed at the tickle of his mustache against your hand, admittedly it wasn’t a terrible feeling though.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” When he made no attempt to release your hand, you glanced first at Jack, only to see the crown of his head. Turning back to the expectant man, you gave him your best poker face and extracted your hand from his.

“Lana Turner.” You didn’t acknowledge Jack’s snort and fought a grin of your own. The man merely raised a brow and smirked. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you’re Clark Gable.” The man opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off by Jack clearing his throat.

“Alright kiddies, play time’s over.” Standing from his chair, Jack straightened the papers and rounded the desk to drop them into a basket on the desk behind you. Turning back, he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and slung it over his shoulders. “Y/N L/N, meet resident busy body, Howard Stark.”

“Howard Stark.” You breathed, drawing the attention of both men. No wonder he seemed so familiar. Before Howard could answer, Jack picked up his hat from the desk and dropped it into his hands.

“And now, Mr. Stark, if you’re done playing vice squad, the office is closed.” Tucking his hands in his pockets, Jack motioned for you to follow.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Stark.” With a final nod of your head, you trotted after Jack. Howard looked from the hat in his hands to the pair of you headed towards the door and made a split decision. Slamming the hat on his head, he took off after you.

“Where are we going?”

“We?” You and Jack froze just short of the door and turned to look at Howard. He chuckled and folded his arms.

“Consider me a concerned citizen, looking after the welfare of this young lady.”

“What are you implying, Stark?” Jack took a warning step forward, narrowing his eyes slightly at the shorter man. Howard met his eye and raised a brow in challenge.

“Chief Thompson, please, I’m hungry.” Folding your own arms, you huffed, not caring in the least that you sounded terribly bratty. This had been a long day and the last thing you wanted to do was stand here while two fat headed men had some weird machismo squabble. Both men turned to look at you.

“Sure, sure.” Turning, Jack gave Howard a final once over before cupping your elbow to guide you from the office.

“Where are we going?” Howard followed at a glacial pace, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.

“Joe’s pizzeria.” Jack called over his shoulder, not pausing to look at him.

“You can’t seriously be taking her there?” He scoffed, jogging to catch up with you.

“Where do you suggest, Mr. Stark?” Howard grinned when you caught his eye and winked.

“For pizza there’s only one place to go, Sugar Plum.”

“Where’s that?” Coming to a stop, Jack eyed him warily.

“Emilio’s of course.” Howard said confidently.

“It’s up to you, Ms. L/N, lady’s choice.” Jack shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. Looking first up at Jack then to Howard who’d moved to stand at your other side, you felt your brow furrow as you considered for a moment.

“Emilio’s.” You said with an apologetic smile for Jack.

“Excellent choice!” You turned towards Howard just in time for him to thread your arm through his and take off in the opposite direction. “Keep up, Chief Thompson, Emilio’s and Jarvis wait for no man!” Howard called over his shoulder as he steered you around the corner. "No man except me of course." He whispered conspiratorially in your ear, earning a rich laugh from you. The man was charming.

“Ask for some action, and you’ll get it.” Jack muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair before jogging to catch up with you.

[Howard Stark is high key the love of my life...]

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kining-the-evil · 1 year

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I have a request, if that's ok for you. I would like to request smut with howard stark x fem!reader, they're already a couple, maybe morning sex or something. Thank you, I love him, he's so cute 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Missing The Sunrise

Summary: Howard decides You should stay in bed a little longer today

An: I love Howard in Agent Carter so much 😍

Warnings: soft smut, lazy morning sex, puppy dog love

You started every day the exact same way. You’d wake up while it was still dark and untangle yourself from your boyfriend. You’d get ready, go for a run while the sun rose, and make it back home to have breakfast with Howard before he’d have to go to work. And you didn’t intend to change that today.

You opened your eyes slowly, your body naturally waking up. A glance at your clock told you it was time to get moving. Howard’s arms were loosely wrapped around you, both of your body’s still naked from your activities the night before. You attempted to get up but the arms tightened.

“Ive got to get up,” you hummed.

“You really don’t.” You felt his breath on the back of your neck, tickling you lightly. You rolled over to face him, his eyes barely open from sleep. “What time is it even?”

“Around five.” He made a face at your answer making you laugh. “It’s not that early.”

“It hurts me That You think That.” He pulled you into a gentle kiss, which you happily reciprocated. The kiss stayed gentle, but You You Could feel him getting hard against your leg.

“Really?”

“Oh come on, you can spare a few extra minutes in beds.” His hands started to roam about your body, separating your legs lightly to run a finger over your entrance. “Already wet, the famous stark charm working?”

“This is going to throw off my whole schedule.” Your breath caught in your throat as two of his fingers pushed into you.

“I was Never one to stick to a schedule.” He continued to wirk his fingers into you, watching your response as you moaned lightly. After a particularly Hard thrust Your Hand went down to grip his wrist. “What are you going to miss if I rock your world.”

Despite his fingers that were still inside you, you laughed at his wording. “I’ll miss the sunrise.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I can promise this will be so much better then a sunrise.” He moved so he was hovering over you.

“It better,” You whispered. Your Arms went up to wrap around his neck, one running through his hair lightly.

He lined himself up with your entrance, thrusting in slowly. “Fuck, feel so good,” he groaned in your ear. He set a slow, almost lazy pace, making you thrust your hips up to meet him.

“Please~” your breath was mixing with his as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Please what? You’ve got to be specific sweetheart.”

“Need to cum,” you whined.

“Me too. Come on, cum for me.” With a final thrust you came undone, and the feeling of you cumming had him releasing his load into you.

You both stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled as he flopped onto the bed next to you.

You spent the next hour in bed before finally getting up with him. Howard, for the first time in a while, made the two of you breakfast while you sat outside with a cup of coffee. It was warm enough to only be wearing underwear and one if his button ups.

“Gorgeous.” You glanced up to see Howard holding two plates as he came out side.

“Im still mad about the sunrise,” you mentioned as you took one of the plates.

“Well, Im staying home today. So how about I make it up by having mind altering sex all day and them taking you out to the nicest restaurant in town?” He sat next to you, kissing your head lightly.

“Fine, but im getting the most expensive thing on the menu.” He chuckled at your comment, giving you a real kiss this time.

“Thats my girl.”

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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Technically, we don't even know if it works. But, let's face it. I invented it. So, it works.

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Undercover Realizations

Howard Stark/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,255

Summary: With only one chance to get the information they need about the reforming Council of Nine, Peggy and Daniel once again take advantage of Howard's social status to get him into the gala that would give them the answers they needed. There's just one problem: he needs a date to go with him, and they're fresh out of suitable candidates.

@agentcarterbingo square: undercover

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"Well, I have good news and bad news," Peggy said as she stepped into the chief's office and sat down in one of the chairs across from the desk. "We know for sure that the Council of Nine is reforming."

Daniel looked up from the file he was reading. "Is that the good news or the bad news?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"Unfortunately, that's the good news," she said. "The bad news is that the only chance we have of getting insider information is at another fundraising gala, and there's no way we'll be able to infiltrate it. Not only will Hugh Jones almost definitely be there, but they'll know exactly why we're there, and we'll have been kicked out before they even finish the cocktail hour."

Daniel nodded as the two of them sat there, trying to figure out what to do. "You're sure this is the only chance we have to find out this information?"

"Unfortunately, the only time these people are out in the general public is for these events, when they want to give the chance for those slightly poorer than them to feel like they have some importance in the world."

"What about Howard? He's up in that economic class."

A pensive look crossed Peggy's face. "He could have received an invitation, but Hugh Jones in particular is likely well aware of the connection we have to Howard, so they may have chosen not to invite him."

"Why don't we call and find out?" Daniel said with a shrug. "Best case scenario, we have a way to find out how the council is reforming, and worst case scenario, we search for something else."

"I suppose you're right," Peggy said. "He can't just walk in there by himself though, the world knows Howard Stark to be one of the most charming Casanovas out there. He needs a date, someone he can show off to the others."

"But wasn't there that article last month in one of the tabloids that claimed he's calmed down?" Peggy raised her eyebrows at him. "What? I was just making sure he wasn't part of another criminal investigation!"

Peggy rolled her eyes, but she cracked a smile that proved it was all a front. "Jarvis said he hasn't been out on a date in three months."

"Do you know why he's stopped gallivanting?"

Peggy nodded. "According to Jarvis, he's in love with his secretary, and she wants nothing to do with him romantically."

"You're kidding."

"I swear I'm not."

"So how's he handling the rejection?" Daniel could barely keep his laughter in. It seemed like something out of a novel, for the playboy to have fallen for the one woman who doesn't see through his tricks.

"According to Ana Jarvis, not well," Peggy said. "Apparently his new movie has an all male cast, and he's always mopey when he's home."

"Wait, so has he sworn off dating or not?"

"He seems to think he can still win over Y/N's affection, but I've met her, and she doesn't seem the type to be easily swayed."

"Do you think Y/N would be willing to go to the gala for us?" Daniel asked. "If she can't go with Howard, we should still be able to send her in with Jarvis and they'll be no trouble."

"I don't see why she wouldn't go with Jarvis," Peggy said. "Maybe this isn't such a hopeless situation after all."

But Peggy should have known that the idea was too good to be true, because when they arrived at Howard's mansion to ask Y/N for help, the invitation to the gala threw them a pretty big curve ball before they could even pose the question. "Invitees must be the one attending?" Peggy read off the little card, her jaw tightening as she realized this was probably in retaliation from when they sent Jarvis into Chadwick's fundraiser with Dottie Underwood (and things got a little out of hand).

You nodded. "Howard can attend, but you'll need to find someone who can be his date. This is a high society crowd, plus ones are shown off and ogled by all the old men who claim to be grieving the wives they hired assassins to kill."

Daniel opened his mouth to respond, but it was Jarvis beat him to it. "Actually Miss L/N, I think what Miss Carter and Chief Sousa wanted to ask is if you would accompany Mr. Stark to the gala, seeing as now he has to attend."

"I don't know," you said, looking down towards the floor. "Are you sure there's no other option?"

Peggy shook her head. "If there was, we wouldn't be asking you to do this." After shooing Daniel and Jarvis away, she turned towards you with a concerned look on her face. "Is there something you're not telling me?" she asked sincerely. "If Howard has acted in any way inappropriately, I am not above hurting him for it."

You shook your head, a giggle escaping your mouth at Peggy's proposition. "No, it's nothing like that. After he asked me out last month for the third time, he's almost been avoiding me. I thought that if we were stuck together in a situation like this gala, he might take the opportunity to do it again, and I don't know how many times I can keep saying no."

"If are really that worried, I wouldn't make you do this, we can find another way-"

You shook your head before speaking. "No! I understand that this is the only chance you have to get this information, I wouldn't do that to you. And it's not even that I don't like Howard, I do, but I'm not someone who is willing to get strung along in a relationship."

Peggy nodded. "I completely understand, and I will have a discussion with our millionaire friend before the event. He knows not to disappoint me."

You laughed at her veiled threat towards your boss, and Peggy felt a little better about the mission ahead.

***

Howard's hand on your lower back was a little bit distracting, but you knew that it was only there to sell the idea of your relationship to the other tyrants of business in the Los Angeles area. He had been able to easily slip into the practice of calling you his girlfriend, and so far it seemed that the people at the gala were willing to believe that Howard Stark had finally settled down with someone. Given the recent tabloid frenzy around his lack of dates in recent months, it was the perfect alibi. You were still wearing a dress that was far too short and a little too low-cut for your taste, so that probably helped to convince those in attendance as well.

It was all a little torturous. Howard had been the epitome of a perfect gentleman all night, and it made your feelings even more complicated. You tried to concentrate on getting the information that Peggy asked for, but you were constantly aware of Howard at your side. Dancing with him was the worst. All night you had been trying to squash down your growing feelings for him, but his smile (and his dance moves) made that quite difficult.

After noticing that some of the more influential guests of the night had started slipping out of the room when they thought no one was looking, you leaned in and whispered in Howard's ear. "Hugh Jones just left out the north door, we should follow him."

He nodded, and next thing you knew, the two of you were sneakily following Hugh Jones through the halls of the venue. He thankfully wasn't a very observant person, and the two of you watched as he disappeared through a door at the very end of a long hallway. Your steps slowed as you tried to quiet the sound of your shoes on the floor, and you and Howard both had your ears to the wall. "Do you hear anything?" he mouthed.

"Kind of," was your response, and you tried to block out all other noise. Eventually, you could hear snippets of conversation.

"That can be in the papers next week."

"We still need to pick five new members."

"I don't think that's wise."

"Did you hear something outside?" Right as you heard that, your eyes widened, and Howard looked at you with a puzzled look on his face. Frantically pointing away from the door, the two of you moved back down the hallway, with you sacrificing some speed as you tried to make sure your shoes didn't make a sound.

There was a table about closet down the hallway, and Howard stopped you right as you reached it. He pulled you inside and positioned himself so that your back was against the wall. "If they're going to check for eavesdroppers, we'll look even more suspicious running away."

You nodded, but then you heard the sound of footstep coming down the hall. "I think they're going to check here," you whispered worriedly.

"Do you trust me?" Howard asked quietly. "Because there's only one thing I can think of, but I need you to say that you trust me."

"What-"

"Y/N, we don't have much time."

"Yes," you whispered. "I trust you."

Right as the door to the closet opened, you felt Howard's lips on yours, and you knew exactly why he was doing this. In order to make it seem more real, you put your hands on his waist, and you could feel his hands travel down your back and rest just above your ass. Your moment (that you would never admit you were enjoying) ended when someone cleared their throat. The two of you turned your attention to Hugh Jones, who was standing in the hallway with an annoyed expression on his face. "Can I help you?" Howard asked, and you noticed that your lipstick had rubbed off slightly on his lips.

Hugh Jones rolled his eyes. "I thought I needed something from this closet, but I guess this area is occupied."

"Yeah, it is." Before you could say anything or see Hugh Jones' response, Howard pulled the door shut. You could hear him mutter something about Howard's depravity and the fact that he'll never change as his footsteps retreated back (probably towards the secret meeting room). The two of you stayed silent for a good two minutes, your mind racing both about the fact that you just kissed Howard Stark, and the fact that you didn't get caught eavesdropping on their secret meeting.

After peeking out into the hallway and deciding that it was safe to leave, the two of you walked back into the cool night air. The drive home was completely silent, and it felt like neither of you wanted to address the very clear and emotional moment you had shared in the supply closet. His obvious feelings towards you and your growing fondness for him made things a lot more complicated.

Instead of going back to your apartment at this hour (and it was even later after you wrote down everything you heard to give to Peggy), Howard offered for you to sleep in one of his many guest rooms, and you accepted. The portrait of him in the room kept smiling at you as you tried to fall asleep, a constant reminder of the conversation you were eventually going to have to have about this night.

***

There was no one in the kitchen the next morning, but there was a warm pot of coffee sitting on the stove, which meant that Jarvis had already woken up. You poured yourself some coffee and decided to sit down by the pool. It didn't seem like anyone was out there from the house, but Howard was laying on a lounge chair, and he got up to leave when he saw you. "No, you don't have to leave," you said. "I'll just go back inside."

"No, no, you stay here."

"What if we both just stayed?" you said, sitting down on the lounge chair next to him. "Unless I suddenly have a disease you don't watch to catch."

"Trust me, it's quite the opposite." You stopped as you registered his words, you coffee cup halfway to your mouth. "But you've made your feelings clear, and I respect that."

He turned away to walk back inside, but something came over you. "Wait," you said, getting up and walking over to him. "I want to talk about last night. Because that kiss was amazing, but I don't want to be strung along in a relationship."

"Y/N, I would drop everything for you right now if you just asked," Howard said. "And you wouldn't be just anyone. I've gone on a lot of dates, but I had to stop when I realized that none of them were you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Are you sure? Your charm seems to still be intact."

"It's only for you now sweetheart," he said, flashing you a smile that almost made your knees weak. "And does that mean it's working?"

"Oh shut up."

He laughed before leaning in and placing a quick kiss on your cheek, his mustache tickling you ever-so-slightly. "Oh alright. How about I take you out tonight then? Say, eight o'clock?"

You had to fight to keep the growing smile off your face. "I think that sounds like a plan."

Maybe this was the biggest mistake you've ever made, but you didn't even care.

- the end -

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Out Of Time ~ The Picture

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

Word Count: 925ish

Summary/Request: This is the long-awaited one-shot about the infamous picture of Y/N and Howard. “Hey Bailey! Can you do a one shot of the night the picture of Howard and Y/N dancing was taken. I always wanted to see more of their relationship since Y/N is so conflicted in taking the job as Tony's bodyguard bc of Howard. Thanks! Love your work”

Notes: This is a one-shot for my series, Out Of Time. This happens between chapter 7 and chapter 8.

Y/N was tired. It had been a long day helping with the war effort and dealing with men who didn’t believe she or Peggy should be involved. No one said those words because they were too afraid of what Steve, Bucky, and the other Howling Commandos would do to them if they did. She wasn’t officially a member of the SSR yet but was tirelessly working toward it. Y/N needed to make sure that there was no question as to if she belonged here and her abilities.

Slumping into her chair, Y/N rested her elbow on the desk and held her head in her hand. Her training wasn’t the only thing making her feel this way. Bucky and Steve had been gone for weeks now, with very little contact. The worry that Y/N felt for her brother and the man she loved was slowly consuming her.

“Long day?” Y/N jumped slightly at the sound of Howard’s voice before moving to face him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over to the desk beside yours and sat on the edge, his hands stuffed into his pant pockets. “What are you still doing here, kid?”

“I’ve been busy with training,” Y/N responded, leaning back against her chair.

“I wanna bet that's not just what’s got you down.”

She nodded with a sigh. “Been worrying about Steve and Bucky.”

“I’m sure they’re fine. They have something more than just a country to fight for. They have you.”

“They’ll do what they can to protect the country before they worry about coming home to me… that’s what has me concerned.”

Howard studied Y/N as the two fell silent. She was looking at her fingers as they absentmindedly traced patterns on the desktop. He could almost physically see the worry. Her eyes didn’t light up like they use to, her shoulders were slowly sinking like the weight of the world was crashing down on them. She was spending more time training than even taking care of herself. He hated seeing her like this and knew he needed to do something about it.

“Come on,” Howard said. He stood up straight and held out a hand toward her. “We’re going out.”

“Howard,” Y/N shook her head. “I really don’t feel up to it.”

“You need it, sweet cheeks, more than anyone right now.” He leaned in and took one of her hands before pulling her up to her feet. “Let’s go.”

~~~

The dance hall was filled with pretty dames and soldiers, all trying to find someone to dance with and take to bed for the night. As Howard guided Y/N further into the room, she noticed the stares Howard was getting. Some of them were stares of longing, others were glares.

“How many times have you been to this dance hall?” Y/N asked.

“Uh, a few times,” Howard answered. “Can’t remember the exact number. Here we go.” He guided her into an open spot on the dance floor. Pulling her close to him, Howard started leading her in a dance.

“I’m not sure how Bucky would feel about us dancing together.”

“I’m sure Barnes won’t mind me stealing a few dances while he is away. As long as I don’t make a move. It is for your well-being after all.”

“I’m doing fine, Howard.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

Y/N sighed looking down. It felt off being in Howard’s arms but not Bucky’s. She tried not to overthink it as he continued to lead her through dance after dance.

“You have yet to smile, sweetheart,” Howard noted. “What do I need to do to make you laugh?”

“Bring my boys home,” Y/N replied.

“I will do my best but that isn’t something I can fulfill right now.”

She looked down. “I don’t know… I wish I did.”

Howard glanced around the room to try and see if there was something there that he could use to make Y/N laugh. Getting closer to her, Howard began to make comments about the couples around the room and changed his voice to mimic what he believed them to be talking about. It took a few times but Howard could slowly see Y/N easing up with a tight-lipped smile occasionally making an appearance.

Howard continued, making the voices he was doing more animated as Y/N had even begun to laugh slightly. It was a few more minutes before his joke caused Y/N to full-on laugh and throw her head back. Out of the corner of his eye, Howard noticed a flash go off. He made a mental note to chase after the photographer later to get that picture from them.

~~~

“Thank you, Howard,” Y/N said as the man escorted her back to where her room was. “I had fun and I really did need this.”

“Of course,” Howard replied. “Anytime.” The two paused in front of the room door.

“Goodnight, Howard.” Y/N leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

She turned around and disappeared into the room. Howard stayed still, his cheek burning where her lips had touched. He hated how he was forming feelings for someone who was clearly taken. And he respected Steve, Y/N, and Bucky too much to make a move. But he couldn’t allow Y/N to be as down in the dumps as she was and would continue to do things like this until Bucky and Steve came home.

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kippykasey · 1 year

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Grace - Chapter 10: The Train

Pairing: Howard Stark x F!Reader , Bucky x Reader [Eventually]

Word Count: 1600

Series Summary: A young nurse is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine to join the SSR to assist on Project Rebirth. Following her work with the SSR she is drafted into the US Army Nurse Corps in the war against the Nazis…and HYDRA.

Chapter Warnings: its the train scene of CATFA

Author’s Note: This chapter is about half the size of a normal chapter? But I am honestly so emotionally drain from writing it. Next chapter will be longer and we will only have 2 chapters left before moving on from CATFA.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs they are either found on google or under the gif tag provided by tumblr. Any language other than English was translated using Google Translator, and translations will be posted in bolden italics after. I am not a nurse or in the medical field although I may do some research medical treatment written may not be correct.

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The camp was tense on the cold, snowy morning of the last mission. More specifically Grace was tense. She had been ranting in German about her worries. If she wasn’t ranting in German she was repeatedly humming ‘Amazing Grace’ as she did anything and everything she could to distract herself. She reorganized her medical backpack three times; completely unpacking and repacking the bag. Taking apart and reassembling both her pistol and rifle while cleaning each to perfection only seen in an unused firearm.

Charlie and Maxine watched from a distance. Charlie biting at her bottom lip in worry for her friend who has been off all morning. Maxine puffed at a cigarette to deal with the second hand stress and anxiety she was feeling from being around the head nurse. Monty walked up to stand behind the two nurses observing the head nurse as she packed away her personal items into her crate.

“Is she still rambling in German?” He asked the two. Charlie looked up at him before nodding. “Gracie’s been humming Amazing Grace for twenty minutes now.”

“Scheisse.” Shit.

The German curse leaving the nurse’s mouth drew the three over to her and down at the spilled box of hair pins. Grace lowered to her knees to pick up as many of the pins she could salvage from the snow. The three watching took notice of the Sergeant that approached her. Bucky rested his hand on the nurse’s shoulder but in her tense state she didn’t fully connect the dots that he wasn’t there to hurt her as she used her body weight to pull him from behind her and onto the ground in front of her with nothing but her small hand to protect her.

“Whoa! Easy, Sugar! It’s me, it’s just me!” Bucky quickly holds his hands up to block any attempt of attack from her. It was the shimmer of his blue eyes that alerted her mind that he was friendly that she lowered her raised hand. Her head dropped, shoulders sagging as she seemed to curl inward. It was a position Bucky had seen her in before, back when they were held captive by Hydra. Buck sat up, his hair falling from the combed back position to in front of his face.

“Come here,” He spoke gently, it was calming. His arms moved slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal, as he drew her in closer. She leaned into his arms, the tension and stress that took over her body moments ago quickly leaving her. It was blocked out as if being in Bucky’s arms was a shield. His arms had brought her comfort so many times that they had become a place of safety. “Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it.” She muttered against his shoulder where her head was resting against.

“Nothing is going to go wrong, sugar.” His hand caressed the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing gently at the nape of her neck so he didn’t mess up her hair. “You’re okay. You’ve been speaking German all morning.” Her head lifted from his shoulder, her eyes glazed over, was she really talking in German all morning? Why couldn’t she remember that?

“It’s okay, you’re worried and scared it’s okay.” His voice stayed so soft and it was like a wave of reassurance. She nods her head slowly. The crunching of the snow was purposeful to gain the pair’s attention. They looked up at Steve dressed in his Captain America suit, without the head covering. “We’re getting ready to head out. Charlie and Maxine are ready for any injuries. I guessed you would be coming with us?” Steve explained his eyes glancing at the nurse. “You would be stupid if you think I’m letting you boys go with out a medic on standby that far away from base.”

Steve sighed hoping she would have changed her mind but nodded his head. Bucky stood first before offering his hand to help up the nurse. The three went to gather the remainder of their items before they left on their hike up the mountain to the lookout point where they would wait for the train.

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Jim set up a radio which Gabe and him listened to. The others sitting or standing around waiting. Bucky stood next to Steve looking down at the train tracks, the zip line just above them. Grace, staying behind the two, leaned up on her toes to look down towards the tracks that seemed to double for a second as she took in the drop.

“Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky’s voice seemed to carry slightly in the open air despide the quiet tone.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve added remembering the moment his best friend was talking about clearly.

“This isn’t payback is it?” Bucky’s question made the nurse huff out a laugh. “If this was payback for that, you got it with interest.” She let out a small laugh patting Bucky’s shoulder just below where his rifle was resting. Barnes turns his head to look down at her. She noticed a smile in his eyes, a lightness to them, even if he wasn’t physically smiling.

“Now why would I do that?” Rogers comments turning to look up at where the zip line was secured.

Gabe spoke up, catching everyone’s attention. “You were right. Dr. Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle.” The three stepped away from the edge and over towards where Jim and Jones sat with the radio. “Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.”

Steve looked over at Bucky and Grace. He turned away, putting his helmet on as everyone began to prepare for the train. Monty keeps watch through a pair of binoculars. Grace tightened the straps on her bag. Bucky grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Be careful.” She smiled up at him, “Don’t worry soldier boy. I’m staying towards the back.”

“Let’s get going, because they’re moving like the devil.” Monty instructs seeing the train speeding into sight.

Steve moved to the front attaching the first zip line handle bar to the line. He looks over his shoulder to give instructions. Jacques hand raised ready to signal his descent. “We only got about a 10 second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield.”

“And I may be good but I’m not an angel.” The nurse adds shifting from where she was standing behind Dugan.

“Better get moving bugs!” Dugan yelled over the sudden gust of wind.

On Jacques French exclamation and drop of hand Steve was off the mountain ledge. Bucky followed behind within a second. After Bucky one other person went then it was supposed to be Grace’s turn but as she stepped forward she didn’t bother to even swing the handlebar up. She had missed the window. In frustration she tossed the handlebar down before going over to Monty to take the binoculars and try to watch from afar.

Dugan stepped up behind the nurse afraid she might act erratically if something goes wrong. He wrapped his hand around the straps of her bag as she took a step too close to the edge for his comfort. “They have those crazy powered guns.” She comments on seeing the blast.

The train was moving out of sight and Grace hurried to move around the mountain so she could keep watch. She stumbled in the snow and when she raised the binoculars again the only thing she could see was the back of the Captain America uniform hanging out of a whole in the train reaching for a plummeting person. A small yell left her mouth as she dropped the binoculars in shock. Her knees gave out and she fell to the snow ground below. That was how Dugan found her when he caught up. Together they headed back to camp where Charlie and Maxine instantly were able to tell by how Grace was acting that something went wrong.

Charlie stepped forward as Maxine took the bag off of the head medic. As if the bag was holding her together the moment it was off the dam brook and sobs took over. Charlie pulled her into a hug. “You’re okay.” The nurse shook her head. “No. No. He’s gone. Why him?” She sobbed into Charlie’s shoulder.

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Dr. Zola was successfully captured at the end of the mission. He was transferred to a SSR prison where he would be interrogated by Philips. Meanwhile Steve and Grace had found themselves in their own grief ridden states. The nurse had been taken to the lodgings given to Howard, who upon seeing her so distraught awkwardly did his best to comfort the woman but ultimately ended up leaving to give her space.

The nurse spent hours in her thoughts just wondering if she had made it down if she could have saved Bucky from the fall. It was torture but she finally decided she needed to let it out. So she did, into the first pages of leather bound journal Bucky got her for her birthday. Her hand danced across the page and the ink was sometimes smudged by the occasional tear drop.

What started as the ‘what if’s her brain kept going through slowly drifted into a new burning passion to end Hydra. With her new goal in mind she stood from her seat and hurried out of the room on her way to find the one person who would understand her the most at the moment, Steve.

#grace #bucky barns x reader #catfa #howard stark x reader #howling commandos #bucky barnes #steve rogers

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cloveroctobers · 5 months

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 11. Evan “Buck” Buckley

A/N: my man, my man, my man!! Hopefully we get to see you soon and I can actually get the nerve to finish season six—I only have maybe 4 episodes left? Then I’ll dive into 9-1-1 lone star while we wait. Regardless I thought this would be funny and a little creepy to write so here we are! Enjoy 😉

Synopsis: Buck loves the new house you live in together and although you’re not crazy about it…you decide to pull a prank on your boyfriend to liven up the place that perhaps leads to you opening doors for a uninvited guest?

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE & I’m using: A buys a crappy sound machine and plants it in the house. While it plays ghost noises and spooky sounds, A hopes they can convince B that the place is haunted. + “Come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”

*GIF BELONGS TO: @911edit

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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“BABE!” Buck yelled into your ear after pulling the headphone away.

You flinch as you stand up straight from the kitchen island and away from your overnight oats, “Yes?” You press with raised brows.

Buck waves his hands around, “you don’t hear that?”

“Hear what?” You question, pausing the podcast and resting your headphones to lay around your neck, “I didn’t even know you were home.”

Buck immediately frowns, “don’t tell me that. That means anybody could be hiding in here and you wouldn’t even know because of those stupid things.”

“You bought them for me.”

“Yeah to use at the gym and keep those meathead douchebags away while I’m not around.” Buck explained which made you smirk with a roll of your eyes.

“Listen,” Buck said again as you moved around the modern kitchen (that you hated) to place the now empty bowl and spoon into the sink.

Placing a hand on your hip you glance around the new open floor plan home that you and Buck moved into together. The modern contemporary home was such a contrast from the outside to the inside with its exterior being too boxy for your liking but you enjoyed the black exterior and the courtyard and pool. The inside was much lighter, from white to cream walls, along with the high ceilings which made the home feel bigger and instantly sold Buck who believed this would be your forever home.

You on the other hand were not convinced but nobody could ever say you weren’t open to trying new experiences. It’s only been four months settling in and there were still some things you wanted to change like: mainly the wall colors but Buck was convinced furniture and decor could replace that urge.

Sighing you say, “I don’t hear anything Ev,” you tap the sink on, “maybe you should lay down? Was it a rough day?”

“No, it was a breeze.” Buck fanned his hand along before resting them both flat against the White Island counter, “…maybe it’s a bird or something?”

“Well what exactly did it sound like?”

“Like scratching. Kinda like Pearla when she tries to sneak into our room at night,” Buck answers before glancing around, “matter of fact, where is she?”

“At the groomers. She won’t be ready until after four,” you inform Buck of the whereabouts of your old English sheepdog.

Buck dips his head, looking at his watch, “it’s 3:42.”

“Shoot! time does really get away from me,” you widen your eyes as you quickly finish washing the dishes before spinning around to shove it into the dishwasher.

Buck nods his head, “I’ll drive.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Buck shrugs his shoulders, “it’s a nice crisp day and…I don’t want you having any accidents considering your hearing isn’t the best right now.” He playfully lifts the headphones from your neck to place down while you roll your eyes again.

You lean towards him smug, “ah, I see what this is…you’re scared to stay here by yourself because of this imaginary noise you’re hearing.”

“I’m not! And i don’t think it’s in my head.” Buck defended while you went over to the couch to shove your hoodie back over your gym attire.

“Uh huh,” you say as Buck scoffs ready to plead his case as you lock up the home behind you.

The next time Buck hears the noise is around 3am when you’re both tucked away at the back of the home in bed. It’s not a pleasant sound as his eyes snap open to the darkness of the room, the moaning and creaking almost sounds like a mixture of a whale and the cracking of a ship that meets the bottom of the ocean. Buck knows he should stop clicking on random things on YouTube before bed that leads him down a deep dive but this isn’t the first time he’s hearing that groaning sound.

It was brief before on his day off while you were at work and he was lounging on the couch watching some twisted documentary about Russ McKamey. Buck tried to brush it off as something that was on screen since it stopped when he paused the television but he couldn’t hear it while watching again. Was this truly in his head? He started to think but here he was— technically—the third time hearing the noise for much longer.

When he peaks over at you with your back to him, he lightly grips your shoulder and leans over to see that you’re still fast asleep and sits up in bed. By the edge of the bed, he spots Pearla on the floor with her fluffy ears perked up and Buck nods his head.

“You hear it too, girl? I know I’m not going crazy!” Buck whisper-yells to the dog who’s definitely more alert than you are.

Buck’s crawling out of bed with Pearla at his ankles, taking a deep inhale he opens the bedroom door to peak down the left of the hallway towards the front of the new home and only sees darkness. Pausing for a moment he listens for the noise again but the home is eerily quiet.

Buck stands there for at least two minutes before he considers closing the door but the creaking starts up again, sending Pearla flying out of the room barking as she tries to locate the noise first.

“Pearla!” Buck yells for the dog who disappears down the hallway and out of sight.

He blows a whistle with his fingers to get her attention, stepping into the hallway now but Pearla is nowhere to be seen. When he glances over his shoulder back in your direction, you’re still in fact sound asleep. Usually you’re the light sleeper out of the pair but somehow in this early morning, you’re having a grand time in dreamland.

Reaching for the doorknob, Buck slowly pulls the door closed with a soft click and begins taking the path to the main areas of the home. Pass the three bedrooms and the half bath on the left, Buck scans the dining room, kitchen, and living room to find it all empty. Confusion is written all over Buck’s face as he stands in the center of the home, hands on his hips as he’s searching but…for what?

The groaning picks up again just as a touch goes to his hips. Buck yelps, whipping around to face you who’s actually holding their composure. Buck holds onto his chest ready to let out a exhale but the look you cast behind your shoulder then back to meet Buck’s island water eyes you say, “the house is haunted.”

“What?” Buck let’s out a full exhale, trying to calm his heart rate.

You swallow, hands still holding onto Buck’s hips, “I hear it too.”

He tightens his jaw, ears picking up on the noise but now it’s the loudest it’s ever been, making you grip your very sensitive ears.

“Wait here,” Buck suggests, hands flexing as he picks up a fire poker that was left leaning against the industrial bookcase from his old apartment, “it sounds like it’s coming from the laundry room.”

You huff, feet slapping against the floor as you latch right onto the back of his shirt, “hell no! You’re not leaving me behind in this sketchy house.”

“Ohhh,” Buck sing songs, “now it’s sketchy but when I said it’s been weird lately you tell me I need a nap.”

You hiss, “be quiet, we’re supposed to be stealthy when sneaking up on a ghost.”

“I wasn’t aware that you had experience with the paranormal.” Buck looks back at you with a frown before slowly leading the way back towards the bedrooms.

“I’ve seen ghost whisperer you know?”

“…am i supposed to know what that is?”

“It’s a show Maddie and I are currently binge watching, now ssh!” Your attempt to silence the man was met but Buck used this silence to steady his heartbeat.

If this house was truly haunted then it was going to be hard to explain this to the insurance company when he’s done tearing up the place.

And we all know Buck’s not afraid of some action. His arm goes out to shield you as you both slide up against the wall opposite of the door that leads into the small laundry room. Buck couldn’t hear Pearla’s barking anymore and she did go in the opposite direction so he hoped whatever this is, didn’t harm your beloved dog.

“On my count,” Buck signals peering at you shortly to make sure you understood where he was going with this, “three…two…”

Of course he didn’t say “one” as he pushed the door back, revealing the very normal looking laundry room. Everything appeared in tack as Buck stepped into the room, hand reaching out to shove some clothes on the rack aside and then checking the cabinets above the washer and dryer.

“Huh,” Buck hummed before pulling the appliances open to find them both empty, “nothing.”

When he turns to face you, you’re hugging yourself but your brows are still furrowed in disbelief. He reaches to flick the light off and steps towards you to exit the room but a screeching noise picks up yet again. Instead of it sounding like it’s in the laundry room, it’s appears as if it’s coming from back towards the front of the home.

“No freaking way!” Buck yells, bringing the fire poker up like a bat as he runs down the hallway.

You scream at his back, “stop running towards danger you idiot!”

Buck ignores you, following the sound right to the pantry door, which is closed shut. He wastes no time, pulling the door back to reveal a gray and white Pearla fleeing from the room with a whine. Buck almost recoils at how loud the sound is coming from the pantry but steps in anyway, looking around the spacious storage room until the door shuts right behind him.

He tries the knob but to no avail, he turns back to the dark room, dropping down into a push up motion to check underneath the shelves. The thirty year old was just waiting to see something further unusual but got back to his feet just to be shoved towards the shelves.

Buck steadies his hands out in front of himself, catching himself against the shelves but not without the goods crashing onto the floor. He spins back around as the cracking noise picks up, almost making his teeth ache at the sound but that doesn’t stop him from swinging the fire poker wildly in the air. He’s not sure when the poker breaks one of the shelves but he spots a flash of red way at the top behind a acrylic container.

Panting Buck begins latching and crawling up on the shelves and swipes a hand across the top shelf, knocking the contents onto the floor to spot some sort of machine that suddenly shoots a weak steam of fog his way, followed by the creaking sound. Buck presses on top of it which sends out that screeching sound that makes Buck slip at the upsetting noise.

He’s shouting your name once he aims his footing right, landing back on it but not without the machine slipping right towards his face and knocking Buck off balance.

“I’m just glad it’s not broken,” you say for what felt like the thirteenth time as you hold the door open; ten am later that morning, leading your boyfriend back into your shared home that Buck secretly didn’t want to come back to.

The bandage on his bruised and cut up nose was prominent but Buck still sported a small smile on his face. “See what happens when you try to prank me. Now you have to tell everyone that I did in fact fight a ghost.”

The pantry door was jammed by the time you got to Buck, hearing him calling your name and Pearla barking for your attention. It wasn’t something it commonly did but you just deemed it as your anxiety getting the best of you, struggling to get it open. You were in on a bet with Chimney and Hen since Eddie (surprisingly) and Bobby didn’t want to participate—that you could convince Buck that your new home was haunted.

However you weren’t expecting for him to go investigating and get smacked in the face with the crap ghost machine you purchased off eBay. You were just happy that you weren’t the cause of Buck almost breaking his nose (you didn’t intend for the machine to slide off the shelf) but everything else you’ll take responsibility for.

“Sit,” you ordered Buck by his arms who laughed at you going into your nurturing role, “you know they’ll never believe that right?”

Buck kicks his feet up along the couch with a sigh, “but it could be a plot twist x2 with there actually being some haunted vibes going on. I mean…you did set me up.”

You pout as stood in the kitchen, “it was supposed to be all in good fun but then you had to go Rambo—being Buck. Did I mention how sorry I am?”

Buck laughs, “it’s just a scratch,” as Pearla jumps up beside him to rest her head in his lap, “it’ll heal and I can take a joke but just know…you did start a prank war for the rest of this fall season. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”

You didn’t like how Buck was rubbing his hands together in wicked joy but you’ll learn to deal with it.

“Yeah that’s what Maddie said,” you mumbled as you pulled open the fridge, “so before you come up with those ideas…I can make you your favorite breakfast.”

Buck grins, “that’ll be nice but I’d prefer a cuddle first.”

“Is your head hurting?”

Buck lolls his head, “I told you babe, I feel fine. Now get over here.”

You make a cross motion as you cautiously step over to Buck who shakes his head at you with a grin. Once you’re close enough, he reaches for your sweatshirt to yank you to his other side since Pearla made her claim on his left.

“Now that I know I’m not going crazy anymore, I can really enjoy this house with my two favorite people.” Buck curls a arm around you and rests the other along the back of the couch after patting Pearla’s head.

Resting your head against Buck’s chest you sink into the comfort each other. However that doesn’t last long with the sound of glass shattering from the mirror that once hung on the wall above the wooden chest that contained the record player on top of it.

The silence is almost deafening now as the both of you watch the pieces of the mirror decorate the floor.

Buck says, “Come on, if there was ever a time to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”

You knew a broken mirror was not a good sign and Buck started to feel like it wasn’t really all in his head as the flashes of what happened earlier this morning played back in his head. It couldn’t just be the trash machine you bought whenever and Buck really wasn’t that clumsy to trip over his feet so what gives?

Spookiness can be fun but Buck could always sense when things didn’t exactly feel right anymore? He believed in the full moon, mercury in retrograde and he strongly believed in when things weren’t just a good scare.

“So you agree, we should go house hunting?”

Again? Buck hated the process when he was on his own but with you it felt nice, like there was a definite future to look forward to.

“Yeah,” Buck states, “I think I’m done ghost hunting for awhile.”

“Hell yeah you are.” You respond, keeping your eyes towards the area just in case you saw something else that didn’t sit right with you; while reaching for your phone.

The both of you didn’t bother to debate over where you would be escaping to for the night as you searched your contacts for your realtor and fast.

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Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.

#queued #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 fanfic #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #fall prompts #Maddie Buckley #chimney han #Eddie diaz #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #evan buck buckley #howard han #oliver stark

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waltermis · 6 months

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"I am Iron Man" Anthony Edward Stark Born: May 29th, 1970 Died: October 17th, 2023. Avengers Compound. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart Parents: Maria Stark, Howard Stark Wife: Pepper Potts Kids: Morgan Stark, Peter Parker

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark x reader #avengers x reader #pepper potts #mcu #marvel #avengers #howard stark #maria stark #avengers : endgame #morgan stark #peter parker

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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God Bless the Inventor - 40’s AU series

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,268

Synopsis: Howard comes up with a…new invention for his adventurous pals to try. Bucky’s devious wife has plans. Bucky is questioning his life choices.

Tags: 3k of femdom filth, anal play, fancy vibrators were invented by Howard I know, Subby baby buck, chubby bunny buck, man tears, oral (f!receiving), humiliation kink, weight gain TW if that’s not your thing, men in panties, overstim, SSR GANG, Peggy should’ve been gay and not a dumbass plot choice I loved agent Carter and stand by that, We Stan Dum Dum Dugan, Bucky and him wife are very much in love and supremely horny, praise kink, slight sub space

A/N: I wanted a thicker man in lingerie smh

Howard sat on the other side of his Art Deco living room, newly furnished from what you could tell. Bucky was next to you, a question furrowing his brow. His flesh arm was around your shoulders, the cutie would get touchy around Stark’s flirty demeanor. Regardless if they were best of pals.

You smiled and asked, “So what’s this new invention you want to pitch to us of all people?”

Howard’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief. He grinned and sat forward, extending his hands. The genius elaborated, “Well- it’s a bit of a strange idea, brought to my attention after seeing a housewife in dire need of,” he winked, “companionship.”

Bucky barked, “What the hell Stark? You comin’ onto us or something?”

You shushed him and gestured for Howard to continue his pitch. He laughed airily, pulling out some sort of sleek oblong thing— faintly in the shape of a prick with a ring on the end. Your eyes widened when it dawned, you gasped, “Howard! You made one of those sex toys?” Bucky rolled his eyes with a groan, thoroughly displeased.

Howard wagged his finger, “Nuh-uh-uh! It’s a ‘massager’! Good for working out sore muscles.”

You and Bucky shared a dubious look, then turned back to Stark. He slapped his knee and guffawed, “Yes of course it’s a vibrator! But the magic here is that it’s battery powered and,” he winked, “remote controlled for the partner!”

Bucky snorted, “What about the damn flying car Stark? Been waiting on that one since 42’.”

“It’s still under work!,” the man snapped.

You interrupted, “What then? You want us to try it out for you? Why can’t you do it on one of your two million dames?”

Howard slyly smirked, responding, “If the inventor says it’s good then what proof is that really? Just take it home, lube it up, come back to me so I can sell the patent. Stark Industries wouldn’t look good selling hysteria machines.”

Bucky sucked his teeth. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘can’t get a goddamn break with these SSR loons.’ You were already hooked by Howard’s pitch and toy. Poor Buck was going for the ride of his life sooner than later. You held out your hand and hummed, “I’ll bite, be back in a week. Hopefully I can leave you a glowing review, Howard.”

The excitable man jumped up and cheered, “Fantastic! You two will love it!” You grinned and let Howard peck your cheeks to Bucky’s consternation. Calling over your shoulder you joked, “Make sure Peg and her ‘roomie’ get a pair too huh Stark?” All three of you burst in to giggles after that, Bucky leading you out with a big hand on your waist.

Once strapped into the car Bucky had a strange look on his face. You purred, “Scared baby? This thing is preeeetty hefty.” He grumbled and turned the key into the ignition, ignoring your comment. You squeezed the plush layer over his strong thigh and said, “Poor Howie doesn’t know the trap he put you in Bucky-bear.”

“Tell me about it, sweets,” the brunette huffed.

Couple o’ days later

Bucky was sweating through his blazer, even in the chilly temperatures. You could see the perspiration beading on his upper lip, collecting on his temples. The man couldn’t stop shifting, tapping, grinding his teeth. Conversations went around the SSR members and their plus one’s, usually other significant others. Peggy had brought that sweet but brutally New Yorker ‘friend’ of hers, Angie.

Ray and Johnson kept away with nervous looks after the debacle at the last get together. You fondly remembered fucking Bucky into sweet submission that night. There would probably be a rehash soon if your poor husband didn’t cum all in his slacks. Which he probably would anyways, but that was okay.

Bucky was currently shoving his face with food to stop the nonsensical little noises he couldn’t hold back, passing them off as enjoying the meal. You smirked at the thought of the vibrating toy in his ass. Howard and oh goody, Dugan was in town! They ambled over greeting folks. Bucky’s eyes opened wide in fear. You knew that he knew Dugan was going to zero in on his bootcamp to field buddy.

“Barnes!,” Dugan boomed. Bucky dropped his food to sheepishly smile and get up on shaking legs. The mustachioed soldier pulled your husband into a hug, slapping his back heartily. Buck made a choking noise, rasping back a hello. Dum Dum manhandled Bucky backward to get a good look.

He patted Buck’s side and peered over a wide shoulder to joke, “Hello Missus Barnes! A sight for sore eyes! What’cha been feeding Sarge here? Lookin’ like pre-bootcamp dough boy Barnes!”

You could almost feel the mortification radiating off of your other half. Bucky’s face was a deep flush, him turning to look at you pathetically.

Down the vibrator went to zero in your pocketbook. Poor bear.

Dum Dum smiled happily, hugging the brunette again, whispering, “I’m so happy you’re okay man. Blessed, really.” Bucky gave a less strained smile at that, relaxing into the big man’s arms. “Missed ya’ too Dugan, lots.” Howard cooed, “How adorable! Let’s get the whole team together over in Europe.”

“I like New York thank you very much,” Buck deadpanned to a raucous of laughter. You sidled up to your husband, beaming. Dum Dum teased, “As long as she gets to go, gotta have some guts to keep Barnes tied down.”

Your lips quirked up, a hand sliding to palm Bucky’s ass while you purred, “I’ve got some steel under my frilly apron.” Bucky flushed and looked down, lamely replying, “She does, she does.”

The party went on a bit longer, people getting rowdy. You let Bucky get some much needed catching up with Dum Dum. His cheeky smile made your heart skip. Later on, Chief Dooley had to disperse the drunken men and Peg howling war songs. You laughed and clapped along with Angie, sharing a warm look.

Bucky was sweaty and disheveled by the time he was launched out of the circle into your arms. You caught his bulk, laughing and batting at your husband as he peppered you with wet kisses. He laughed, “C’mon you don’t want some lovin baby?” You scrunched your nose and giggled, “I always want your lovin sweetie, let’s get home Hm? Then we can take Stark’s toy for a real test drive.”

Bucky’s pupils blew at the implication, body going woozy in your arms. You eyed his needy expression, pushing back some fallen strands of dark hair. Nipping at his earlobe you hummed, “That was only level one baby, and you couldn’t sit straight.“ Bucky’s breath left him in a punched out groan, slumping into your smaller frame.

You gave his ass a tight slap and hollered, “I got the wheels this time Sarge!”

Making the rounds of goodbyes, Bucky was definitely rushing to get back home. Stark had a knowing gleam in his eye, giving you a wink behind your husbands back. Hugging the genius you thanked him.

Bucky, resigned and so, so horny followed behind like the pet pup he was. You deviously cranked the remote up another level, eyeing Bucky for the inevitable reaction. He yelped, legs spreading, arms flailing. You could hear the crunch of his metal hand on the door. Bear could hardly climb into the little two-door, so wracked with pleasure.

You cooed, “How’sit feel bear?”

Bucky’s cute nose was scrunched up as he whined out, “S’fulll m-my god, s’fuckin me up baby.” He was now rutting back against the car seat, whimpering needily. Bucky moaned, “So good, so good, fffuck!” You pulled the car forward, grinning helplessly. Oh how you loved your submissive little big boy. Bucky mewled and made to palm at his swollen cock, probably painfully smushed in those tight slacks of his.

He was too prideful to admit it, but you’d ordered some more clothes so Bucky would stop looking like he was shoved into his work suit. Stubborn bastard. You slapped his hand away and tutted, “We have to test out Howard’s device correctly dear.” You patted his plump cheek and added softly, “Can’t have your slutty dick get in the way can we now hm?”

Bucky’s tears were getting worked up but he dropped his dark head and whinged, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you crooned. Bucky shivered and seemed to relax at the praise. Bear loved his praise and coddling almost as much as he liked the humiliation. You’d get to that later.

Bucky was going mindless, humping and sucking on his bottom lip as he bounced in the seat. To be a bitch you taunted, “Had alot to eat tonight, don’t wanna bust your nice slacks dear.” He thinly whined and blushed, curling in but didn’t stop the movement.

Pulling into the garage Bucky ungainly hopped out and staggered over to you, opening the car door. You simpered, “Sweet boy, thank you, earning a lot of treats tonight.” He blubbered, “Really?” Thumbing his swollen slobbery lips you nodded, pecking them one time.

Bucky led the way, albeit slowly due to the vibrations dragging across his ass and the heavy weight of the plug on top of the prostate. You came from behind, like a jungle predator. From the gloom of the hallway you crooned, “Special drawer’s calling your name, bear!”

Bucky moaned frustratedly. You didn’t like that insolent tone, cranking it up to the highest power. There was a clank of his arm and throaty wail emanating from the darkened bedroom. You sped up to the scene, and my- what a scene you saw. Bucky was on his knees, blazer discarded and his fingers digging into the chest. You knew that was to keep him from touching his cock.

Bucky sniveled, “S’too much, baby baby, ah fuck baby! Can’t stop l-leaking mmmgh!” You moaned softly, clambering behind your shivery husband. Slowly you discarded his clothes, baring that adorable fluffy flesh to your eyes.

“Pretty baby,” you sighed.

You could hear the vibrator assaulting Bucky’s ass, pounding his poor sensitive prostate. Your sarge whimpered and mewled, definitely getting overwhelmed. You shushed him, pressing sweet kisses and praises to relax Buck. Your nimble fingers undid his belt and unbuttoned the pants. You bit your lip bloody at Buck’s fat cock swollen and leaking all over his slacks and panties.

“Oh my, s’it milking you out sweet boy. You feelin’ sweet baby?”

You sucked in a breath, your pussy causing a slippery mess in your panties. You adjusted the sticky fabric with a strained whimper. God your husband was a work of art.

He nodded jerkily, leaning back onto your slim shoulder. Your hand caressed his damp chest and cheeks, pressing a kiss to his temple. In slow terms you asked, “Buck, you got me?” Bucky was approaching fast if not already in that foggy space. He nodded slowly, blue eyes wearily opening.

You flipped his bigger frame around to back against the drawers. Bucky was so pliant it was like moving a rag doll, albeit a heavy one. He mewled upon seeing your face, “W-wan you so bad baby.” His cock spurt out more pre. Instinctively you slid your fingertip across the milky bead and sucked on it, Bucky crying your name.

Undressing the baby was an easy affair. Surveying his flushed skin, you figured a pink set would compliment the blush, pale stretch marks, his lips, and pretty pink nipples. Shaking yourself out of the horny catalogue you moved to open the drawer, snatching around until you found the lacy baby pink set. Bucky sighed and watched with hazy eyes.

You held it up to the befogged Bucky, watching his lax body begin to tremble in excitement. You teased, “Yeah pup, you’ll look like a dream.” One leg went in a hole at a time, Buck weakly lifting up his hips to slide the thin panties on. He cried out at the fabric caressing his full balls.

Next came the garter, Bucky’s least favorite part. You relished in it, watching the softness of his belly tighten and struggle to fit under the unforgiving straps. You snapped the waistband across his belly, Bucky whining and shaking his head. Palming his tummy you questioned, “Did you get get hard when Dugan mentioned you’d packed it on?”

Bucky’s red cheeks grew wet with tears as he sniveled, “N-no! God no, I w-was so embarrassed!” You surveyed his twitchy blues while you slid up the stockings and clipped them to the ill fitting garter. He kept looking down and away as if he was going to escape. You knew what that meant. Liar.

“Uh-huh baby, just say you like being my greedy plump housewife and I think you’d feel better.”

Click click.

The buzzing grew louder.

Bucky’s legs snapped open as he howled in ecstasy, hands pulling and ripping at anything in grasp. He sobbed, “S’not tr-true! M’gonna go train with Johnson.” He shivered and mewled again at the sensation of the vibrator. You cocked your head in amusement, crawling to sit between his thick thighs.

“I know you will baby,” you teased.

You upped the vibrator to the final setting, watching Bucky seize and wail helplessly. Your own pussy tightened more and leaked at the sight of the brunette’s panties growing a darkened stain. Your belly was awash with heat, could you actually cum from watching this? Poor Buck was huffing and squirming, unable to do anything but take it. You nibbled at his chest cooing, “S’that feel good? Color baby?”

“Green mmmm- oh god yes,” he yelled.

You didn’t want to give that unspeakable German bastard any credit but whatever he dosed Buck up with in Azzano did make your husband eager to cum as much as possible. Rolling with the punches, one would say. You cleared the thought by rambling dirty nonsense.

Detaching your mouth from a puffy nipple you cooed, “What’s gotten into ya’ baby? Being so good for me. Such a good little slut, lovin’ Howard’s fun toy up your whore ass like that.”

Your husband was too busy drooling and agreeing in sloppy disjointed ‘yesses’. He was far gone, maybe had one em’ before the overstimulation took over. You crowded closer into his bulky frame, breath fanning over heaving lips. Bucky mewled and chased your lips, hands twitching at his sides, obedient as ever.

You indulged the needy slut and grabbed a full cheek of his while taking his mouth. Bucky cried out, “Oh! Mmph!” You licked into his open mouth, twirling your tongue with Buck’s while swollen wet lips caressed your own. Your husband shuddered and shoved himself closer, rubbing his tits against your silky negligee.

You smoothed your hands down the brunettes plush sides, purring, “I know you’re feeling s’good baby, you loving all this? I mean lookit’chu, you’re a mess baby.” Bucky made an indignant noise, squirming underneath you. He managed to pant, “Luh’ it. M’so horny.”

Sweet Jesus you’d lucked out. Bucky was the perfect whore, all for you. His watery blue eyes, achingly wide- watched yours. Cheeks red, trembly lips, sweet belly twitching. The cherry on top was his cock just pouring rivers of cum. You palmed his bulge, gasping at how soaked it was.

In a frenzy you unclipped the garter, Bucky gasping in shock. He made an inelegant, “whuh?” Flipping the garter up, your shaking hands yanked down the ruined panties. Mouth running overtime you rambled, “Baby is wet, so wet, gonna give me one big one Hm? Gonna cum all over your wife like a good slut?”

Bucky nodded frantically, eyes scrunching shut. He cried, “Wet for y-you- ah! Touch my balls, pluh-please they’re so heavy for you! Hngh!” You nodded, biting your lip in ecstasy, the buzzing of the toy echoing on and on. You palmed and held onto the swollen sac.

“Jesus fuck baby!,” you swore.

He was all hot hot hot and swollen. That wouldn’t do. You squeezed and rolled them, thumbing down the seam. Spurts of cum hit your belly, Bucky throwing his head back with a wail of your name. The Sargeant babbled, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou G’nna cum so hard for you ma’am!” He sucked in a wet sob and violently trembled.

“Yeah babydoll, I know you’re full up, c’mon Buck, be my good houseslut and paint my fancy clothes, ruin me, pretty baby,” you rambled breathlessly.

Bucky’s balls tightened and drew up under your palm, cock shooting load after load onto your negligee. You cooed and praised him through it, your own orgasm coming out of nowhere. You gripped at the soft flesh on his belly, panting through your nose. Simple excitement from the show that was your husband. Fat tears and hefty sobs tore Buck’s throat as he emptied.

You scrambled to turn off the vibrator, Bucky’s crying already growing frantic. You eased it out of him and tossed the device across the wooden floor. Bucky cried and mumbled nonsense, itching to touch you. You purred, “S’good, c’mon and touch me Buckybear. Good damn boy.” The supersoldier wrapped up tight around you, strong fingertips embedded into your flesh.

Teary eyes searched yours as he begged, “Baby, sweets, oh, lemme’ eat you out please! Want you on my face!”

You grinned, a complete mess, and nodded. You rasped, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good boy, you deserved it.” You leaned back, bracing your elbows and spreading your legs for your needy husband. Bucky moaned, clambering onto his belly, big hands swallowing your thighs. He croaked, “Smell so good, my angel baby!”

“Have a taste Buckybear, sweet Jamie.”

Bucky lapped eagerly at your soppy pussy, eyes rolling at up the taste. He ate and sucked like his life depending on it, thick hips and thighs flexing against the hard floor. You threaded trembling fingers through his brunette locks, tossing your head back with a wanton cry. You blabbered, “S’good, keep it up baby.” Bucky shoved his tongue into your cunt, slurping and whining rudely.

So soon after your surprise orgasm, this was intense. All you could do was moan and whine your husbands name, riding his pretty fucking face. Bucky’s hands squeezed your thighs roughly, spreading you even wider. You cried, “Fuck sweetie! Yeah yeah that’s it!” He rutted harder, whining into your swollen pussy.

He suckled on your clit, interchanging with flicks of his tongue. Baby knew you like the back of his hand. Bucky looked up, adoration in his glossy eyes, slurring, “Love ya’ baby, pretty mama please please!” He slid a thick finger inside you, crooking the digit in quick motions. Your body arched and shivered, pussy convulsing and pushing out more and more slick.

Bucky gasped into your cunt, wordlessly wailing.

He’d cum— again. You curled around your husband, legs caging in his dark hair. Pleasure and overspent nerves overtook your flesh, making reality fizz away for God know’s how long.

You came to, cuddled with your baby in a heap on the floor, Bucky laying reverent kisses on your jaw. You gripped his soft cheek and pulled the sweetest man alive to your lips, moaning a raspy, “Love you.”

Later that night

“Yeah, so, Howard- I will give a glowing review.”

Howard’s brash laugh echoed on the other end of the line. He purred, “I take it Barnes enjoyed the treat?” You grinned and looked over to your husband, diligently rearranging and cleaning his gun. You giggled, “Oh very much so Stark.” Bucky barked from across the room, “What does he want?”

You laughed, “Sorry gotta go Howie, talk to you later, you scoundrel!”

Suspicious blue eyes stared at you, making you fall into a fit of giggles. Poor baby bear.

#40’s au #chubby!bucky #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #Bucky barnes smut #the Other Kink slipped thru again maybe I’ll convert someone today #I love Howard Stark he’s my manic baby

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