#ler!Natasha

[widowsistersandfriends]

Ice Breaker

Requests: hello! firstly i love your fics so tysm for writing :)) may i pls request an emo wanda x reader fic where wanda is shy and new, and they both have a crush on each other. reader somehow finds out wanda is ticklish but hates it, they have a massive tickle fight that ends in them both admitting their feelings? super cute + fluffy, thanks!!

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Wanda x reader where one is oblivious but crushing and the other is an anxious mess but crushing also and Nat and Yelena maybe help them realize their feelings through mischievous tickle pranks to get them either to confess or break them out of their shells? Lots of leeway...pun intended

Note: Thank you so much for these requests! I apologize for taking so long to get to them, but I decided to combine these two because they were similar! I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy this fic :) I also apologize if I didn't represent Emos correctly 😅 feel free to correct me if I did not portray them well!

Warnings: There is romance and flirting between Wanda and the reader, but not steamy stuff or kissing. Mostly just playful flirting/banter plus tickling

Word Count: 1522

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Wanda was new to the compound, shy yet eager to get to know people. Her long, dark hair contrasted strongly with her paler skin. The thick, dark makeup around her eyes told you that she was no stranger to perfecting her looks. Her aura was so strong and you couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her every so often.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the living room with Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena. The two sisters were trying to help you guys get better acquainted at the compound with your team of superheroes. 

“Let’s play an icebreaker game!” Yelena suggested excitedly.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

The blonde pondered for a moment before raising an eyebrow mischievously. 

“How about we play truth or dare?” She suggested.

“Is this just an excuse for us to spill our secrets?” Natasha asked skeptically.

“Duh, why do you think I’m here,” Yelena commented sarcastically, earning her a pinch to the ribs.

“You okay with that Wanda?” You asked, daring to look up and make eye contact with her. 

She met your eyes with a soft smile forming on her face, giving you a small nod. You felt your heart skip a beat, noticing that she was wearing a tight black leather jacket. You bit your lip softly and shook away the nerves.

“Are we all ready to begin?” Natasha asked. You guys then all formed a circle to reach the stack of cards in the middle. 

Each one of you took turns, drawing cards for different players to complete the dare or spill the truth. The next card you drew was for Yelena, which was a truth asking when was the last time she wet her pants. 

The blonde huffed in annoyance, not wanting to answer the question. 

“I refuse to answer,” the blonde said defiantly. 

“What’s the rule about skipping a turn?” You asked Natasha curiously.

“Well, there’s not really a formal rule, but I can definitely make one,” Natasha said slyly.

“Oh no, don’t you dare!” Yelena shouted, as Natasha began to tickle her sister to pieces.

“NATAHAHASHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT,” Yelena cried, wiggling away from her sister.

“This is what you get for skipping the question,” Natasha teased, following her sister everywhere she went, getting her sides, ribs, and stomach.

You and Wanda were both too shy to join in, so you guys stayed back and just watched in amusement as Yelena screamed for you guys to help her.

“There’s no way I’m getting involved in that,” Wanda commented quietly, as you smiled in agreement. However, that statement made you begin to wonder. Was Wanda ticklish? You were too shy and embarrassed to ask, let alone say the word. You felt anxious inside, knowing that this was a great opportunity to sneak that question in. However, you worried it would make things awkward and she may feel you were disrespecting her boundaries. 

You opened your mouth, ready to ask the question, but snapped it shut out of fear. Wanda turned towards you, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Something on your mind?” Wanda asked.

Her tone of voice and eye contact made you blush, as you quickly looked away in embarrassment. 

“Um, no I’m okay,” you blurted out quickly.

“You sure nothing is bothering you?” Wanda asked, but her tone was in a teasing way, and you knew you had been caught.

“I promise, I’m fine,” you insisted. 

Natasha was finally done wrecking her sister, as Yelena scolded you and Wanda for not saving her.

Next, it was time for Natasha to draw a card for you. It was blank, which meant she could think of a truth or dare for you.

“Hmm, let’s see. How about, is there anyone you have a crush on in this room?” Natasha asked, knowing damn well you did.

You narrowed your eyes at her, not knowing if you should just take the punishment and not answer. 

“Oooooh, this is a good one!” Wanda chimed in, inching closer to you as your face warmed up yet again.

“Ummm, no, I don’t,” you lied, hoping they would believe you.

“You sure about that?” Wanda asked, quickly reaching out to gently claw your side, causing you to yelp and cover your mouth.

“I think we’ve got a liarrrr,” Yelena teased, quickly pouncing on your legs and tickling your feet.

“GAHAHAHAH YELELEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, knowing that she was gonna get full revenge for you not helping her earlier.

“Need some help?” Natasha asked Wanda, as the redhead pinned your arms above your head, as Wanda sat on your waist. You were pinned and had nowhere to go.

Your eyes widened and your cheeks burst into red flames as Wanda sat dominatingly above you, staring down at you like you were her next prey.

She raised an eyebrow at you, throwing in a smirk which made you want to scream in embarrassment. You also forgot she could read your mind.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t make you scream in embarrassment. I’m gonna make you scream with laughter, “ Wanda reassured you teasingly.

“No! Please!” You cried, as she wiggled her black nails right above your armpits. You giggled and squirmed in anticipation despite her not even touching you yet. 

“So sensitive,” Natasha teased, laughing at your state. Wanda then began to scratch her sharp nails on your armpits, combined with the foot tickling from Yelena made you shout with laughter, wiggling as much as you could.

“NAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, as Wanda used her thumbs to knead the area between your ribs and armpits. You wheezed with laughter, accepting your defeat to the tickling. There was nothing you could do but laugh.

“You gonna tell us who your crush is?” Wanda asked with a wink.

“NEHEHEVER!” You cried out, secretly enjoying being tickled by her.

She moved her hands down slightly to claw and dig into your ribs with her nails, as you arched your back and squealed with laughter. 

“Good spot,” Natasha noted.

Yelena had now started tickling the tops of your feet, a spot you couldn’t stand, as you shook your head back and forth, knowing you were about to break.

“Ooooh try her belly button,” Natasha suggested, as an evil grin spread on Wanda’s face.

“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!” You screamed, bucking upwards as her finger touched your belly button, as you were unable to move or escape. The torturous sensation lingered despite you trying to suck your stomach in. You tapped out, knowing they had gotten to your weak spot.

“IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you gasped out.

“Spillll,” Yelena said, climbing off of your legs.

“Fine. Wanda.” You said, rolling over in embarrassment.

“Awwwww how precious,” Natasha cooed, even though she already knew.

“Wait really?” Wanda asked, genuinely shocked. This whole time she had thought she was right in thinking it was Natasha.

“Oh wow, Y/N, I’m flattered. Thank you,” Wanda said shyly.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know,” Yelena said with an eye roll.

“No I actually didn’t!” Wanda said, still slightly in shock.

“Yeah right. I bet you just wanted me to say it,” you huffed, as Wanda continued to deny and be in shock.

“Well, now it’s my turn to ask you a truth,” you said to the witch.

“Are you ticklish?” You whispered in her ear, making her squirm slightly.

“Hmm? Yes?” You teased, poking around her torso.

“Nohohoho Y/N please I hate being tickled!” Wanda cried. 

“And I hate being embarrassed in front of other people,” you growled, sitting on her thighs and squeezing her hips.

A loud snort escaped from the witch, as she tried to buck you off of her.

“Nice try, but you’re not going anywhere,” you said evilly, now feeling more confident.

“Y/N! STAHAHAP I SWEHEHEAR,” Wanda laughed, clearly trying to hold back some of her laughter. 

“Nah,” you replied, now scratching at her inner thighs, as the witch’s laughter went up an octave. 

“You like me back?” You asked, now squeezing her knees.

“GAH STAHAAHAHAP IHIHITS TORTURE!” Wanda cried.

“Tell meeee,” you said teasingly, blushing at the sight of her being all helpless and giggly. It was rare to see from such a tough emo girl.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHI LIHIHIKE YOU NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted with laughter.

“How much do you like me?” You teased, wanting to extend this a little longer.

“SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH,” she cried, now getting low on air, which you knew was your cue to stop.

“Ah good to know,” you said, giggling at her state.

“What a show,” Yelena commented, as you both quickly spun around, forgetting that the two sisters were still there.

You covered your face in embarrassment, knowing that they had seen and heard everything.

“Don’t worry, it’s cute,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Especially Y/N,” Wanda commented, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you squeal and curl up with laughter.

You shooed her away playfully, now feeling more comfortable around her than ever. It was relieving to know that you both felt the same way, and you were excited to see what the future would hold.

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[ficsandgiggles]

Hopeful (Natasha x Reader)

Finally, my first fic in forever! I’ve missed writing so much and I can finally feel the motivation coming back, please enjoy 💕

You sit in your room, feeling like the world around you was falling apart. You were convinced that it was never going to get better for you. You gave up feeling hopeful for the future, so it was best to shut yourself away from the world to prevent any other bad event from happening.

One person you felt somewhat close with was Natasha Romanoff, you wished desperately that she would come to your rescue and help you out of this dark cloud you had engulfed yourself in. However, she only really showed proper warmth towards her sister, Yelena, which was understandable considering their past.

You and Natasha had brief moments of closeness, she would check in on you and pull you to one side if you were having a panic attack, you relished in the short moments where she’d put her hands on your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze to get you back in the room.

But that was pretty much it.

You always craved that physical affection, whether it was a simple hug or something as small as a hand on your back, and you found yourself especially jealous of Nat and Yelena when the two sisters were wrecking each other, it was mainly Nat digging into Yelena’s ribs, as her laughter echoed through the living room.

What you didn’t know, was that Natasha noticed you each time her and her sister got into those kind of playful fights, she saw the jealousy in your eyes, and she mentally noted it for when it was much needed.

A time like today.

She knew something was up with you, and she knew that it was time to strike, she went up to your room, your door ajar and curtains closed, you were curled up on your bed facing the wall, jumping when she knocked on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?” The Black Widow asked softly, she was met with a grunt which technically translated to a yes, so she entered, and sat on your bed, starting off by putting a hand on your arm, which you melted into without even knowing.

“You wanna talk? Get stuff off your chest?” The redhead offered, but you shook your head in response, although your head was full of dark things, you were unable to get any of it out into words.

Natasha nodded, rubbing your arm gently, moving down to your back, before her hand touched your side, knowing exactly what she was doing.

You flinched when she touched your side, biting your lip to try and hide your reaction. As much as you wanted this, you didn’t want to be a burden, so you didn’t engage unless she initiated it.

A small smile appeared on Nats face, now using a single finger up and down your side, the teasing touches causing you to bite back a smile as you held back any other sign of your sensitivity.

It didn’t take long for Natasha to really test the waters, spidering all five fingers up and down your side, observing your reactions as you lay there and wiggled around, scrunching your face up to hide your giggles.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you can let out those giggles that want to come out, I want to do this with you.” Nat told you gently, using her other hand to move to your belly to flutter in, causing you to squeal in surprise and roll onto your back, a few giggles slipping out.

“There we go.” Nat said fondly and now used both hands to scribble into your belly, making you finally release those giggles for the first time in a while, you covered your mouth self consciously as you weren’t the biggest fan of your giggles.

“Well I can’t have that can I?” Natasha teased, now being a little quicker in her attack as she now scribbled into your armpits either her mean nails, could you to let out a squeal, your giggles growing louder as you tried to fight the sensation and keep your hands over your mouth. However, it didn’t take long for your arms to fly down the second she got to an overly sensitive spot in your armpits.

“You’re so cute.” She commented casually, now deciding to fully wreck you since it seemed that you were both comfortable with it, she leaned down, still skittering into your armpits, and she nibbled into your ribs over your shirt.

Shrieking, you switched tactics and tried to push at Natasha’s head, you kicked out and tried to roll away. “NAHAH!”

“They talk!” She cheered and kept going with that technique, until she saw a little bit of tummy which revealed itself from your consistent squirming.

She moved her fingers down to your ribs, shaking in before suddenly blowing a huge raspberry on your bare tummy, shaking her head in whilst wrecking your ribs.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head helplessly as you shoved your shirt down as best you could, but Nat’s head was in the way, so she continued with baby raspberries whilst scribbling up and down your ribs and sides until your laughter went silent.

The redhead let you go, chuckling as she patted your belly. “You’re almost as bad as Yelena, but how are you feeling now?” She asked, rubbing your arm gently to help calm you down.

You were processing what had just happened, you finally experienced something you had craved for so long, you immediately felt closer to Natasha, closer than ever. You melted into the hug she gave you too, not wanting to let go, and she didn’t let you.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope that there was love and positivity in the world, all thanks to the Black Widow.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!natasha #ler!nat

[qtlee]

A/n: First (small) fic on this account ahhh! I used prompt 25 and 39 from @tickleblogger

Reader is in little space and uses a curse word, when they know they aren't allowed. Natasha finds this cute, but doesn't let little reader go without a ticklish punishment...

Swear | Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

Natasha looked at you in the eye, smirking slightly, "Little one, you know you aren't allowed to swear when you're little." The redhead said playfully.

Little you felt cheeky, "...shit..." You said to her, a huge grin on your face.

"Little one!" Natasha gasped, "You know, you're being really bold for someone within tickling distance..."

Your eyes widened, "I-i'm not ticklish!" You pouted, making Natasha's smile widen.

"Oh, you're not ticklish? I remember differently..." She scratched her chin thoughtfully, before looking at you, and raising her hands a little.

That was your cue to run, you squealed, running into the bedroom and hiding under the covers, giggling.

Natasha was quick to follow you. She ran into the bedroom after you, closing the door behind her. "Oh little one!" She teased.

It didn't take long before she straddled you and began tickling you from under the covers, making you giggle and wriggle around on the bed.

"No, no! Mommy! Eeee! Hehehehe!" You shrieked, and Natasha pulled the covers off of your face.

"There you are!" She beamed, and picked you up quickly, placing you in her lap.

She leaned down, and began covering your face in little pecks, making you wriggle around and try to escape.

"Hahahahaha! Mommy!" You laughed, and you squirmed even more when she started kissing and blowing raspberries on your neck. "Rawr!" She fake growled.

"HEHEHEHEHE! AHHH! MOMMY!" You cackled loudly, and she chuckled at you, pecking your cheek before stopping. "You are so, so naughty." She teased, booping your nose.

You grinned at her, "Love you mommy..."

She blushed, "I love you too, sweetheart."

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[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,150

pairing: natasha x reader (established relationship)

summary: natasha gives you an early birthday present

The whole thing was pretty taboo at first. You had just moved into the tower—making it easier for you to work overtime for Tony. You’d been employed with him for quite some time, but decided to finally accept your boss’ offer due to your sheer exhaustion from only sleeping a few hours every night.

You’d seen her around, but only when she came into the lab to look for Tony. She caught your eye immediately; her red hair, her figure, the way she held herself. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most beautiful women you’d ever laid eyes on and yet, she barely looked in your direction.

So, when you’d moved in, of course you expected to see her around a lot more. You just hadn’t expected her to know anything about you.

Natasha had caught you off guard one afternoon while in the gym. While you weren’t an Avenger, you were still fit and worked out every so often. She appeared beside you as you ran on the treadmill, cursing yourself mentally for not wearing a cuter sports set today.

“You work in the lab,” She said. You slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace so that you could respond.

“I do, yes. You’re an Avenger. Natasha Romanoff,” You replied, smiling. Natasha reciprocated it and leaned against the arm of the machine.

“And you’re Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “You know my name?” You slowed the treadmill down even more to lower your heartrate—both from the workout and Natasha recognizing you. She nodded and chuckled a bit.

“I asked Tony about you the first day I saw you. You’re… intriguing.”

And from then on, it was a blossoming relationship. You became friends first, though neither of you could deny the serious feelings you had for each other. It didn’t take long for you to kiss her for the first time. A late night in the kitchen, just the two of you talking as you normally would, only this time there was tension that hadn’t been there before. You listened to your heart, surging forward to kiss the Widow, melting into each other like ice in hot coffee.

It had been almost a year since then and every day, you fell deeper and harder in love with Natasha Romanoff.

She wouldn’t ever call herself “soft” by any means, but when she was with you, all bets were off. You laid in bed with her, cuddled close on the eve of your birthday. Instrumental music playing in the background, candles on the bedside tables, her fingers running through your hair—it was the perfect night in.

“This is the first birthday I get to celebrate with you, you know,” You spoke after sitting in silence for what felt like hours. “I’m liking it so far.”

“What makes it different than any of the others?” Nat asked, peeking down to look at your face. You smiled and laced your fingers in with yours, bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss on the top of it.

“You’re here. I’m happier. I’m not alone. I could go on,” You replied, chuckling quietly. Natasha kissed the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into her chest.

“No need,” She whispered. A bout of silence came upon you again, just relishing in the warmth of her arms. “I have a few birthday gifts for you tomorrow, but there’s one that I should give you when we’re alone.”

“So, like right now?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Nat smirked and nodded.

“Now would be perfect, actually. Close your eyes,” She ordered. Taking a breath, you did as you were told, relying on just the feel of her skin against yours. You heart fluttered as she pushed you off of her to lay you flat on your back, then straddled your hips. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, a shy grin on your lips. Nat brushed her thumb across your cheek, feeling the heat rise to the surface of your skin.

“Good. Here’s your first present.” Nat carefully put her lips on yours and you eagerly kissed her back, moaning in delight. She drew back to take in the sight of you beneath her and put a sweet peck on your forehead.

“That was the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you, baby,” You reopened your eyes, but Natasha put a stop to it by covering your them with her hand.

“You’re welcome, but like I said, that was only the first one. There’s more where that came from. Keep them closed, please.”

“Ooh, yes ma’am,” You snickered, obeying her for a second time. Immediately after shutting your eyes, Natasha’s mouth was connected to yours, kissing you fervently. Your hands found the sides of her face, but Nat grunted quietly and latched onto your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“No hands, either. Trust me,” She said seductively. You nodded, letting her continue. Making out with Nat was one of your favorite things to do, but you didn’t do it often. Finding alone time were far and few in between at the Avengers tower, so you were savoring every moment of this.

Nat left your lips, kissing along your jawline and down to your neck. The moment she came into contact with that sweet spot below your ear, you squeaked and twisted your head involuntarily. Nat pulled away in shock, looking down at you with her eyes wide. “Are you—”

“Sorry, I—uh… my neck, it’s really—”

“Ticklish,” Natasha laughed, finishing your sentence. You were suddenly very aware of how you were positioned, tugging at your hands experimentally. Your girlfriend tightened her grip on them and shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m not done giving you your birthday present.”

She ducked down again, continuously peppering your neck with chaste, ticklish kisses. You began giggling, trying your best to shrug your shoulders up to block her access. “Nahahat!”

“What?” She asked in between pecks.

“It tihickles! I-hi cahan’t!” You squealed, ducking your head down to stop her. Natasha chuckled and sat up all the way, releasing your wrists. Letting out residual giggles, your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you with endearment.

“You’re beautiful,” She muttered out with a grin. You blushed in thanks, but rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“Thanks for my birthday present, even though I’m too ticklish to handle it,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. Nat clicked her tongue, nodding.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I thought of one more gift to give you.”

You gasped as you realized her intentions, already beginning to squirm. “Nat, no! Don’t, WAIT! WAHAHAIT! AHAH!” You fell into thunderous laughter as Natasha dug into your ribs, your hands half-heartedly trying to push hers away.

You knew your protests weren’t too convincing, but you didn’t care. It was already the best birthday ever and it hadn’t even started, yet.

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[leegemma]

Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding  both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

#tickle fics #ticklish!reader #tickling community #steve rogers #natasha romanov #ler!natasha #ler!steve #lee!reader

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

#ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #marvel tickle #avengers x fem!reader #ler!bucky #ler!thor #ler!loki #ler!Steve Rogers #ler!Bruce #ler!Natasha #ler!Clint #ler!Tony

[bambinella]

Taking care of you

A/N: This was another request! Though it was a bit harder to write, I can’t get enough of protective Natasha! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Yelena is rather careless when it comes to taking care of small cuts, and when she gets ill, Natasha has to care of her

Warnings: description of wounds

Word count: 2217

”Natasha? I’m home!” Yelena called out with a heavy sigh, closing the front door of their little, cozy apartment in the Avenger’s Tower. It was late in the evening, and it had been a long, long day for the blonde, who had been on a mission by herself. It had started as a stealth mission, yet had ended up… well, not so stealthily. While a fight had broken out, Yelena hadn’t been in any danger at any point, ending up with only a few bruises and small cuts. Natasha turned the corner almost immediately after hearing her little sister’s voice, a smile of relief spreading on her face while approaching Yelena. That smile, that direct sign of all the love Natasha held for her… it never failed to make the blonde feel fuzzy and giddy on the inside.

“Hey sweet girl,” The redhead greeted, pressing her forehead against Yelena’s for a moment before pulling her into a warm hug. “How did the mission go? Did it go as planned?”

“Ha,” Yelena couldn’t hold back a chuckle, shaking her head with a grin. “Nope, the plan failed, but the mission was still successful! Plus, I got to kick some butt!” She exclaimed in a proud way. This caused Natasha to frown and, now that she had a closer look, notice several dried spots of blood on her clothes.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Natasha asked, immediately reaching out to cup one of Yelena’s cheeks. The blonde leaned into the touch before shaking her head with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure none of this blood is mine,” She grinned, causing her sister to roll her eyes. “I’ll go wash up, and then we get to cuddle?” The younger widow asked hopefully. Natasha couldn’t hide the wide smile at the request, nodding easily.

“Of course we’re gonna cuddle, I had to spend a whole day without you. But are you sure you’re fine? You need me to do a check up on you?” She suggested. It was Yelena’s turn to roll her eyes as she playfully groaned.

“Ugh, you’re such a mom,” Yelena teased, raising one of her eyebrows at Natasha, who scoffed and gently shoved the blonde’s shoulder.

“Alright get going, you turd,” She smirked, turning around to go back to her spot on the couch. Yelena giggled and hurried off to the bathroom. She wanted cuddles. After giving herself a once-over, she noticed a small cut on her thigh and, while still relatively small, a deeper cut on her upper arm. While in the back of her mind she knew that she probably had to stitch it up, she also really wanted to cuddle and relax with her sister. So, instead, she cleaned the cuts and put some disinfectant spray on it, put on her pj and went to the living room. Natasha would probably scold her for not taking care of it, so she made sure to wear a shirt that covered up the cut. After all, one small cut wouldn’t kill her, right?

If only she knew.

A few days had gone by, and after a long day the sisters were sleeping together in one bed as usual, with Natasha being the big spoon, as usual. However, what was supposed to be a peaceful night was interrupted by a clicking sound. Natasha slowly blinked herself awake, realizing that the sound she had been hearing in her dream was actually the sound of Yelena’s teeth clattering. As she turned on the light on the night table, she noticed that the blonde was completely covered in blankets, with her pj’s on, yet still shivered heavily. Something was wrong.

“Yelena? Sweet girl, are you okay?” Natasha asked, worry present in her voice as she shook Yelena’s shoulder gently. The younger sister looked over her shoulder at Natasha, looking absolutely miserable.

“‘M so cold…” She muttered, and Natasha felt as if she got stabbed in the heart. Yelena barely ever got sick, usually only if something was seriously wrong. Wasting no time, she turned on the light in their room before turning her attention back to the blonde. It was clear that Yelena had a fever, with how she was shivering and burning up at the same time, but how did she get it? Natasha bit her lip as she thought of the past couple of days, of anything that could have caused her sister to become sick. And then it hit her.

“Lena, I’m gonna move you real quick,” Natasha said, earning a whine from the younger sister as she rolled Yelena on her back. It took her little to no time at all to find the cause, and her stomach sank. While the cut on her leg was healing fine, the one on her upper arm was red and swollen. The older sister could see that there was filth behind the crust, and there was a thin, red line spreading from the cut. Natasha cursed loudly, temporarily not caring that it was the middle of the night, as she got up. While the cut was small, it had gotten infected, and the infection was slowly getting into her blood. She knew she had to act fast, or the wound would get real ugly real fast. Knowing where to look, Natasha had gathered everything she needed within a minute. A mini scalpel, cleaning spray, disinfection spray, disinfection cream and a bandaid. 

“I’m sorry, little one, this is going to hurt a little,” Natasha said as she sat down next to Yelena. While she felt anger burning inside of her for Yelena’s carelessness, her need to help and protect her baby sister easily overshadowed her other emotions. She knew exactly what she had to do, and wasted no time as she got to work. Natasha slowly and carefully removed the crust, cleaned the wound with her spray, disinfected it thoroughly with both spray and cream, and then lastly bandaged her arm. Yelena hissed during the process, yet didn’t move as she allowed Natasha to take care of her. After carefully wrapping up her arm, the older sister went back to the bathroom to get a cup of water and medicine.

“Lena, drink up,” She said as she kneeled down next to her sister at the edge of the bed. Yelena pushed herself up with all her might and took the meds, downing the entire cup before looking guiltily at Natasha.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled, laying herself back down on the bed. The redhead shook her head and gently brushed her fingers through Yelena’s hair.

“Don’t worry about it now, little one. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah? The meds should make you feel better soon,” She cooed, turning off the lights before once more spooning Yelena as she covered them both with the blankets. The blonde nodded and dozed off easily in her drowsy state, still slightly shaking in her sister’s arms. Natasha gently rubbed her back until her shivers subsided, and when she was sure Yelena was fast asleep, only then did she attempt to fall asleep again. 

She was going to have a word with Yelena tomorrow.

Yelena woke up the next day with a loud groan, immediately reaching to the side of the bed to find Natasha. Nothing. The bed was empty. With another groan she reached for her phone to look at the time, and then let out another, even louder groan as she realized it was halfway the afternoon already. She slowly sat up, still feeling weak but already feeling much better than last night. The fever was gone, and her arm burned a lot less. By the amount of bandage in the trash bin, she could tell that Natasha had taken care of her arm several more times while she had been asleep. Guilt washed over her again as she realized how worried Natasha must have been last night. And how angry she must be right now.

After quickly refreshing herself, she slowly made her way to the living room, expecting Natasha to be there. The redhead was, indeed, sitting on the couch while reading a book, not looking up as her sister entered.

“Finally awake, are we?”

Ouch. It stung. Yelena could tell right away that Natasha was still pissed off, but she couldn’t even blame her at this point. Not taking better care of the wound had been the single most stupid thing she had done in the last two weeks. The blonde made her way over to the couch, sitting herself down next to Natasha, who finally put her book down to look at Yelena. And Yelena froze when she saw the disappointed look in her eyes.

“Natasha, I’m–”

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” The older Widow interrupted, raising a brow at her sister. “And how careless you were?” She added. Yelena let out a defeated sigh and nodded.

“You could have been seriously ill! You could have gotten blood poisoning!” Natasha continued, her voice now having a higher pitch to it, as if the thought itself drove her crazy. Well, it probably did, Yelena realized. Blood poisoning was bad. She reached over and grabbed one of Natasha’s hands, causing her to look up into her eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me. And I’m sorry, I truly am. It was stupid not to take better care of it, and I have no excuse,” She said, effectively halting Natasha in her tracks. The redhead looked at her for a few seconds, before dropping her shoulders with a heavy sigh. 

“Come here,” Natasha almost demanded as she opened her arms, and Yelena wasted no time crawling towards her sister. This was Natasha clearly offering her the olive branch, and she would be stupid not to take it. She hated it when Natasha was mad at her, or even worse, disappointed. She sat herself down in Natasha’s lap and rested her cheek on top of her chest, humming approvingly as Natasha wrapped her arms around her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, until Yelena looked up at the redhead.

“Are you still mad at me?” She asked, not sure what the answer would be. Natasha looked at her for a moment, before looking away again, and Yelena could swear she saw a tiny smile.

“Yes.”

“... Are you suuuure?” Yelena asked, a smile creeping on her face. Relief washed over her as she realized that Natasha was truly no longer mad at her. She could die in peace now.

“Yes.” Natasha said again, yet could no longer hide her own smile as she looked down at Yelena. No matter what it was about, Natasha couldn’t stay mad at Yelena for long. The blonde grinned and reached up to poke her sister’s cheek with one finger.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure I see a smile right here,” Yelena grinned, her finger persistently poking at her cheek.

“You know nothing,” Natasha said, jerking her head away from the finger, quickly considering if biting it would help her case. Probably not.

“Well I know for one that you’re a Poser that claims to be the best spy in the world, but doesn’t realize that her sister is much better than her,” Yelena grinned, unable to hold back a laugh at Natasha’s shocked expression.

“Really? Really now? Well then, ‘best spy in the world’, try and stop this,” She said, lightly scratching her nails at Yelena’s stomach. The blonde squealed and immediately jerked her arm down, curling into a ball on Natasha’s lap.

“Natasha! No, don't you daahahahare!” She giggled loudly, grabbing Natasha’s wrist to try and stop her assault.

“If you ever scare me like that again, I’m gonna murder you, bring you back to life, only to murder you again!” Natasha playfully growled at her sister, using her other hand to prod between her ribs. Yelena positively shrieked and jerked away violently, while trying not to elbow Natasha in the face.

“Okay okay stohohohohop! Natasha plehehehehease!” The blonde cried out, wrapping her own arms around her to protect herself. The older sister chuckled and stopped tickling her, instead placing a kiss on Yelena’s forehead.

“Now, I assume you’re hungry, right? I’ll see if I can make some decent soup for you,” Natasha said with a smile, shifting so she could stand up from the couch. However, Yelena gently grabbed her arm, causing the older sister to pause.

“I’m not that hungry yet, so do you think we can cuddle some more?” She asked, and Natasha couldn’t help but smile at her request. 

“Of course, sweet girl,” She replied, gently brushing one hand through Yelena’s hair while gently rocking her side to side. 

“Thank you for taking care of me last night,” Yelena mumbled with a blush, cuddling closer to her sister while burying her face into the crook of Natasha’s neck. Natasha chuckled and leaned her head against her sister’s, soothingly rubbing a hand over her arm.

“I’ll always take care of you, little one. I promise,” She said, causing Yelena to look at her with a loving smile. “However, from now on I’ll always give you a full check up when you return from a mission,” She added with a chuckle, causing the blonde to groan loudly.

“Ugh, such a mom,”

#Marvel #Marvel fic #Natasha Romanoff #Yelena Belova #Black Widow #natasha x yelena #marvel tickle #avengers tickle #ler!Natasha #hurt/comfort #tickle fic #sisterly love

[gigglymarvel]

The Training Session (Natasha x Wanda)

Summary: Natasha takes Wanda under her wing and trains her up in basic self defence. Then Nat discovers something that even Wanda didn’t know about. (Word count: 2634)

Wanda peered into the training area nervously, wearing her sports gear as she watched Natasha train with the punch bag. She stepped in and offered a shy smile. “Hey… you wanted to train me?” Wanda called out quietly.

"Hey Wanda," Nat greeted with a soft smile, contrasting her hard punches into the bag as she wrapped up with a roundhouse kick, "Good to see you've got your gear." She noted as she walked over to the younger woman.

“I found it somewhere deep in the bottom of my drawers.” Wanda told her, watching her with fascination in her eyes. “So uh… what are you going to do with me?” She asked.

Nat smiled, taking a long drink from her water bottle before answering, "Well you've got power, that's for sure. I can't make magic, but you also need to be able to handle yourself in hand-to-hand combat,"

Wanda nodded in understanding, knowing Natasha had a very valid point, even though this kind of fighting was not in her comfort zone, she wanted to impress Nat, as she has always looked up to her. “Okay… where do we start?”

Natasha gave Wanda her signature smirk, "Blocking," she said, "But first we work on your stance," she said and demonstrated a basic fighting stance.

“So do you want me to do the same or go to fight you?” Wanda asked, going as if to punch Nat through her stance, before copying her stance. “How’s this?”

Nat smiled approvingly, "Not bad, but you're a little tense," the redhead said and pushed her gently, setting her off balance. "You have to be able to move on your feet and catch yourself when someone tries to set you off balance,"

Wanda nodded, stumbling to the side but easily picking herself up again. “Sorry, I guess I’m nervous.” She admitted quietly.

Natasha smiled softly, "It's okay, it's normal to be nervous when you're learning something new," she said and then gently came close to Wanda, "May I touch you?"

The young witch nodded, tensing up a little as she admittedly didn’t know what to expect. She was nervous, but she watched Nat’s every move to see what she was about to do.

She gently adjusted Wanda's shoulders and legs, "Minor adjustments, Wands," Nat said reassuringly. She then moved to turn Wanda's torso to the side, her hands gently resting with one on her back and one pushing her tummy to turn her body.

Wanda nodded again, mentally noting every change Nat was making. However the second Natasha touched her belly, she couldn’t help but feel it twitch, she gave Nat a confused look, not quite understanding what that feeling was.

Nat smiled, "Oh sorry, is someone a little ticklish?" She said, trying to be lighthearted as she knew it sometimes helped get trainees out of their heads.

The Scarlet Witch innocently looked at her with a blank expression, she had heard that word before, but she didn’t know what it meant. Maybe it was a sensitivity to a certain attack during a fight? She shrugged in response, curious to find out what it was.

Natasha tilted her head, "Ticklish?" The Widow had to think, "I'm trying to think of how to define the word…sensitive to light touch?" She offered, chuckling at herself, which made Wanda raise her eyebrows in confusion.

“Uh… light touch? I dunno… is this relevant to the training?” Wanda asked quietly, stepping back a little so she wasn’t too close to Nat. Although the two were beginning to bond over time, she didn’t want to feel like she was in Nat’s personal bubble.

"It could be," Nat smiled gently, "Can you step back closer for me so I can see if you have this sensitivity, it might be something relevant to combat," she said, the slightest hint of mischief hidden in her eyes.

Wanda gave her a confused and concerned look, but nodded anyway, knowing she could get away whenever she wanted. She raised her eyebrows at the ex-assassin before stepping back towards her.

Natasha gently set a hand on her tummy and gently fluttered her fingers over to see if Wanda was ticklish there.

Sure enough, Wanda flinched, stepping back immediately as she covered her stomach. “That… didn’t hurt?” She told Nat, clearly confused over what she just felt.

"It tickled," Natasha explained, "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked, making sure the young witch wasn't feeling taken the spy wasn't taking advantage of her. Wanda simply shook her head in response.

“No… it just felt like nothing else I’ve ever felt before. What has this got to do with sparring?” Wanda asked innocently, brushing the feeling Nat’s fingers left on her stomach away.

"Well, actually, this can be a good way to test for spots you need to protect," Nat smiled, getting in her fighting stance again, "You wanna try some blocking?" She asked, a playfully sinister plan coming to rise in her mind.

Wanda nodded, copying Nat’s stance the best she could, whilst still being overly cautious about what just happened and how Natasha could use Wanda’s lack of knowledge about it to her advantage. “Sure…”

Natasha smiled, throwing light punches toward Wanda, and when she turned a little too far forward, she tickled Wanda's tummy softly, "Careful not to leave yourself exposed," the redhead teased goodnaturedly.

Wanda done a pretty decent job at blocking her punches, but she couldn’t help but jump back and protect her belly whenever Nat attacked. “That is so weird! Why does it make me want to laugh?!”

"Well, scientists aren't sure but there's both a play and self-protection aspect to it. Most people are ticklish where they could be injured in a fight or battle. But, it's also how a lot of parents bond with their kids or friends or romantic partners bond too." Nat offered, smiling softly at her, "Your tummy appears to be quite a tickle spot. Do you think you're ticklish anywhere else?"

The young witch listened, she may have had brief moments where her parents got her when she was younger, but she had pretty much no memory of it. Although she was trying to think back to those innocent times, she ended up shaking her head in response, the trauma was too present in her head.

"Would you like me to see if you're ticklish anywhere else?" The ex-assassin offered gently, not wanting to push Wanda too far, but genuinely wanting to be closer with her and build a rapport both for her training and for the younger woman's benefit, and maybe even so she had another woman in the complex as a friend.

“Uhh… sure, I guess.” Wanda shrugged, unsure about what she just consented to, but went along with it anyway. “Do I… have to do anything?” She asked awkwardly.

"Either stand or lay with your arms above your head," Nat shrugged, "I promise none of it will hurt, but it could be a strange sensation for you. And you can tell me stop at any time." She reassured.

Wanda nodded, thinking it would be more comfortable to lay down, so she did just that. She got comfortable and put her arms over her head, still a little hesitant about the whole ordeal.

The Widow nodded, "I was hoping you'd lay, not sure if you're going to squirm," she winked, "I'm going to start off soft and gentle, okay?" She said, resting her fingers poised like spiders on Wanda's wrists.

"Tell me to stop anytime and I will the moment you say," Nat said as she slowly drug her fingers down Wanda's arm with the lightest of pressure.

Wanda scrunched her face up, nodding in response as she immediately slammed her arms down, shivering at the sensation. “It’s so strange…”

"Oh?" Natasha smirked playfully, wiggling her fingers above Wanda, but not touching her, "Would you like me to stop?"

Wanda shrugged. “I’m just scared I’m going to use my magic and hurt you by mistake or just smack in you in general.” She admitted quietly.

Natasha smiled, "Oh Wanda, I trust you. Besides..you might find tickling at certain levels makes you feel unable to use or remember that you have magic," she offered, running her fingers through Wanda's hair to comfort her as she looked her over fondly.

The younger woman nodded, slowly putting her arms up once again, bracing herself by letting out a breath. “Okay… I’m ready.”

Natasha smiled and nodded, "Okay, Ticktickticktickle!" She said as she lightly tickled down and then into her armpits, watching for Wanda's reactions.

“Why are you saying it over and over again?” Wanda asked, already beginning to squirm and bite back a smile, the sensation was already a lot for her as she attempted to keep her cool.

"Oh, it's teasing," Natasha explained, "It can make you want to laugh more and intensify the sensation," she said as she then tried skittering softly down Wanda's ribs.

Wanda nodded before letting out a squeal, she immediately shoved Nat away as she covered her ribs. “AH! That was so weird!” She giggled out shyly.

"But it didn't hurt?" asked the Widow.

“Nohohoho?” She replied, letting herself go now as she continued to giggle and kick out. Her kicks gave Nat the idea as she moved down to Wanda's feet and took off her trainers and socks, running a finger up each arch, "I wonder if you have ticklish feet?"

Wanda yelped and moved quickly to sit on her feet, letting out nervous giggles as she shyly poked her tongue out and shrugged in response to Natasha’s question.

"Oh? Not gonna let me get those huh?" Natasha teased and wiggled her fingers at the brunette, "So what do you think of tickles?"

“I don’t… hate them…” Wanda admitted almost silently, feeling extremely flustered as she shyly looked away from Nat’s wriggling fingers.

"No?" Nat smirked and surprised her with a few skitters into her tummy. "Want to try some sparring with a twist again…or do you want me to see if your feet are ticklish?"

Wanda flinched and squealed, shrugging in response. “It’s uh… up to you.” She replied, blushing as she covered her belly.

"Well it depends, do you want to try using this…tactic in our sparring or are you more curious about your own sensitivity?" Natasha said with a gregarious smile and a mischievous wink.

Wanda shrugged, knowing she was doing this with Natasha for a reason. As much as she was curious about the sensation, she knew she had to get trained up in self-defence. “What do you think?” She asked.

"I'd say we're off to a good sparring lesson so far, now show me what you learned," the Widow said with a wink, although she had plans to add some tickles to the mix.

Wanda nodded, her confidence growing a little as she took the opportunity to tackle Nat back down to gently dig into her ribs. “Am I doing it?” She asked, feeling a little shy about this but still giving it a good go.

"AHAHAHA! YEHEHEES!" Natasha squealed in surprise, "I DIHIIHIHDNT THIHINK YOUUHUHU'D BEHEHE SUHUHUCH a QUIHIHCK stuhuhuhuhudy,"

“Guess I am.” Wanda shrugged, shaking in for a few more seconds before pulling away, not wanting to take it too far as she offered Nat a shy smile.

Natasha suddenly wrapped Wanda in a tight one-armed hug, "You did good kid," she said, still blushing a little, but feeling closer to Wanda, "So, you wanna try some more blocking and get the rest of this training session knocked out, or shall we break for dinner?" She winked.

“We can carry on, just don’t be mean to me.” Wanda smiled a little, hugging her back before stepping away to stretch and crack her knuckles in preparation.

Natasha chuckled, "Mean? Never," she winked and stretched too, then stood in a fighting stance, "Ready, Sparkles?"

Wanda blushed at the nickname, shaking her head as she attempted to tackle her.

Natasha managed to dodge, but the attack forced her to move, making the Widow smirk at the younger Avenger, "C'mon Lightning Bug, hit me,"

“I can’t!” Wanda whined, continuing her slightly feeble attempts to hit her. “I just suck too much at this.” She told her, clearly frustrated at herself.

Natasha softened, easing out of her stance, "Let's try blocking again first," she said, kissing her cheek, "The best offense is a good defense,"

Wanda nodded, getting herself ready by stretching once more. “Okay… I’m ready.” She told Nat quietly.

The redhead threw a hit toward Wanda's center, hard enough to make contact but wouldn't cause too much pain. The Scarlet Witch bit her lip, managing to block the attack before Nat could touch her. “How was that?” She asked.

"That was great Wands!" Nat smiled and hugged her, "Oops, I'm so proud I'm breaking character," she winked at the young Avenger. Wanda just blushed and hugged back, before shyly and curiously poked at Natasha’s belly, wanting to explore more.

"Hehe, that tickles!" Nat playfully nudged her, but kept a close hug on her and let her, "You can explore if you'd like," the redhead offered softly, wanting to reassure Wanda this is a safe space.

Wanda nodded and kept poking and prodding at Nats sides and belly, biting her lip as she watched the ex-assassin for her reactions.

Natasha held somewhat strong, but couldn't help biting her own lip and giggling under her breath, "Youhuhu ahehre a gohohod stuhuhudent," she replied, as Wanda shrugged, secretly wanting to feel the sensation again as she wriggled her fingers along Nats belly now.

"Hahahah Hehey!" Nat squealed and then instinctually tickled Wanda back, squeezing up and down her sides, causing the young witch to squeal and slam her arms back against her sides.

“Gahah it’s so weird!” She giggled Noooo out, taking a few steps back as she wrapped her arms around her upper body, a shy smile on her face.

Natasha smirked, "I think someone is having fun," she teased as she wiggled her fingers at Wanda, glad this first training session turned into bonding.

Wanda bit her lip and looked away, trying hard not to crack a smile as she shrugged in response. “You are?” She asked shyly.

"I'm having a blast," she said and then pulled Wanda into her first tickle hug, causing Wanda to squeal and wriggle around, breaking into giggles as she tried to push herself away from her.

Natasha chuckled, "Awwww you've never had a tickle hug before have you?' she cooed and shook into the witch's ribs.

Wanda shook her head and cackled with giggles, wriggling around in an attempt to get away as she leaned back and gently shoved at Nat.

Nat decided to try a new spot and slipped a finger into her tummy button, wiggling like a worm, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Wanda!”

“AH-“ Wanda fell to her knees in a fit of giggles, squirming around and trying to push Natasha’s hand away from that spot. “NEHEHEHEEEE!”

"Oh noooo! I found Wanda's tickle button! Ticktickticktickle!' Nat teased as she gently went down with her, catching her to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself.

Wanda blushed and covered her belly, thrashing around on the padded floor as she grinned. “Nononono you didn’t!”

"Yes I diiiid!" She said as she squeezed her side with one hand and got her tummy button with the other, causing Wanda to squeal and lean away.

“It’s sohohoho weird!” Wanda giggled out as she lightly shoved at Natasha’s hand. Natasha giggled, "But you're smiling so obviously you're enjoying yourself!" She said before letting up, "Ready to go again?" She said with her hand extended to the witch.

Wanda nodded, giggling a little as she took Nats hand and returned back to her original position, smirking as her confidence grew even more.

“Bring it on.”

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!wanda #ler!natasha #ler!nat #ticklish!natasha

[romanoffsmcu]

No one knew this but Natasha had been my idol since day one, and she felt like a sister to me. I obviously didn’t want anyone to know this since I thought it was embarrassing.

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”YY/NN, COME BACK HERE YOU!!!!” Nat yelled whilst chasing after me around the compound.

”NO YOU’RE NEVER GONNA CATCH ME!!” I yelled back.

Oh we’ll see about that real soon”, Natasha said to herself and jumped to the vents in the ceiling. I thought I had lost her and walked calmly back to the sofas to watch Tv with others.

”You got away?! How?!” Tony asked shocked

”I don’t even know I just ran and then she wasn’t there anymore? Okay there’s no way… I would never be able to get away from her-” I started

”Yeah you’re absolutely correct-”

I froze the second I saw her coming down from the ceiling smiling.

”You would never be able to get rid of me” I heard Nat say

Pretending not to hear Natasha I continued to talk with the others, Sam continued with me but Steve and Tony, they were afraid for my life.

I heard Natasha again:

”You think you can just ignore me like that after what you did?” She said and I could hear her smirking. It took me a while to answer, thinking whether I should apologize or just run again.

”Yes. That is exactly what I thought.” I said bluntly and went off running again, this time ending up in my bedroom under the covers. Natasha followed me all the way but walking, making me even more nervous about what was gonna to happen. She kicked the door open and within seconds she started walking towards me and said:

”Sometimes I feel like you do this on purpose.”

She teased as she took the covers off and dragged me to her. Her dragging me from my ribs made me squirm and giggle a bit.

”What’s wrong?” She asked with a teasing tone.

”Nothing… ” I said, trying to hide my laughter.

”That doesn’t sound like nothing and you’re all red!”

Yeah I was all red, from blushing obviously.

Natasha continued, causing me to yelp. She then realized what was going on, and I could see a smirk forming on her face.

”Oh my… y/n, you’re ticklish aren’t you?”

”What? No!” I said hiding my giggles well, but my blushing not so much.

”Awww! Is little y/n getting flustered by tickling?” She started squeezing my hips which caused me to yelp and squirm under her touch.

”NATASHHAAA NOHOOOHOOO!!” I tried to make her stop

”What? more? Alrighty then!” She grabbed my hands and put them over my head.

”Now that I’ve found out that you’re ticklish I need to find your worst spot! How about your armpits are they ticklish?” She teased

”NO!!” I screamd and tried to to throw her off of me

My eyes widened as soon as I felt her hands tickling my armpits. With her now sitting on top of me and holding my hands still, nothing helped me.

”NNOHOOOHOO YHOHHU’RE AHAHAAHH BHHIIHITHHHTTCHHH!!! ”

”Oh cheeky, you’re gonna pay for that. I think we should count your ribs, don’t you?”

”No, Natasha no we donAHHHAAHHAHAAHA”

”I think I found a good spot on your upper ribs! Now be honest with me, is there more ticklish spots in you or is that it?” She asked obviously knowing that this wasn’t it

I HATE YOU SOHOO MUCHH!!

Natasha: And ye-

AHAHHHAHAHHH NATASHHHAAA, I screamed and blushed even harder than before, when she squeezed my inner thighs

”You didn’t let me finish, and yet you haven’t told me to stop? She had switched her tickling to my thighs next, which was the worst spot of mine. I couldn’t handle it at all.

”AHAHHAAHHAA NAATTT PLEASE I CAN’T TAKE ITTT, PLEASSSEEEE. ” I was a squirming mess at this point

”Do you have any non ticklish spots? You’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever seen and it’s the cutest ever”

”IIHIHHI’MM NOHOHOTT CUUHUUUTE!!!!”

”Yes you are, yes you are!” She sang as she continued now tickling my feet.

At this point my laugh changed to silent laugh which caused Nat to let me breathe

”You’re so mean I don’t like you.” I said facing away from her.

”Excuse me little girl, you liked it and you know it!” She said and squeezed your hips.

”WHA- No I didn’t”, I said trying to convince her.

”Yes you did but I think it’s sweet. You’re still blushing and trying to hide that pretty smile of yours. Come here you.” She said now with a very sweet and calm voice.

”I don’t like being ti… you know what I mean” I said and hid my face into her neck

”You can’t even say the word tickle, awwww!” Natasha said adoring

I leaned more deeper into Natashas shoulder and she hugged me tightly.

”Thank you” I said with a quiet voice kinda hoping she wouldn’t hear.

”For what?” The redhead asked confused

”I- um… for being like a big sister to me, love you.” I told her very shyly

”You see me as a big sister? That is so sweet. I love you too so much”

”I do really, anyway from a topic to another… you’re such a softie Nat, I gotta tell others!!!”

I tried to run off but felt an arm grab my waist and pull me back, which caused me to get wrecked again by Nat.

#soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #ler!Natasha #lee!reader #tickle fic #marvel #natasha tickle fic

[marvelnerdsworld]

Marvel Head Cannons

Natasha Romanoff

1. Ticklishness (Scale of 1-10)

I feel like she’s not super ticklish however I do think she is at least a 7 maybe an 8 if you know where to get her.

2. Lee or Ler?

With Natasha being an older sister I feel like she defiantly is a ler leaning switch because she enjoyed the tickle fights with her sister (that she obviously won).

3. If they like tickling who do they like being tickled by/ tickling?

When she is lee she prefers to be tickle by Clint and Yelena depending on how bad her lee mood is.

When she is ler her favorite targets are Clint, Wanda, Yelena, Cooper, Lila, and maybe Steve. 

4. What are their most ticklish spots (Rated 1-10)?

Sides-6/10

Ribs-5/10

Tummy-7/10

Neck-9/10

Feet-4/10

Knees/Backs of them-8.5/10

5. Ler Style, their preferred tickles, and what are their giggles like?

When she’s ler you better run, she is an absolutely menacing and ruthless. If she finds out your ticklish she will use it for training purposes and to mess with you as much as she can. She loves to get into tickle fights with Yelena which she almost always wins.

When she is lee she tries to act tough and like you aren’t affecting her but if you keep going her tough wall will fall. Her giggles are kind of gruff and she will try and bat your hands away. She loves (but will not admit it) rough tickles however she will crumble at light tickles to her neck.

#ler!natasha #lee!natasha #marvel tickle

[gigglz]

Alright so i have some motivation to write a tword fic!!! Yipeeee!! But i dont know what characters to write for!! :( help!! The other poll on my profile is going to be the lee! poll!!

#tickles #sfw tickles #tickle #tickle community #tword #tword community #tickle fic #tword content #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #mcu tickle fic #ler!loki #ler!tony stark #ler!peter #ler!natasha #ler!bucky #ler!steve

[widowsistersandfriends]

Sneak Peek

Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.

Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 1644

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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions. 

Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.

You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise. 

You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.

You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.

“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.

The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.

“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise. 

You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.

You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.

“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile. 

“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.

“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.

Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.

“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.

“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.

“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.

“Don’t check them!” You blurted out

“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.

“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena. 

“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.

“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.

Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.

“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.

“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.

You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.

“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.

“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.

“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.

“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.

“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.

“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.

“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.

“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.

You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.

The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once. 

“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.

“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.

“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.

“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.

“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.

“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.

“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.

“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.

“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully. 

“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.

“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.

“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.

“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully. 

The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.

“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.

“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.

“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.

“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.

“Is that so?” She asked.

You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.

“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse. 

“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.

“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.

“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.

“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.

“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.

“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.

“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.

“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.

Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.

“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.

You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.

“Just get it over with,” you whined.

Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.

“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.

“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.

“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.

“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.

“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.

You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.

“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.

“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.

“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.

“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.

“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment. 

“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.

“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.

“I am not a brat,” you insisted.

“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.

You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.

That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.

#natasha romanoff #yelena belova #peter parker #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #ticklish!reader #ticklish!natasha #ler!natasha #ler!steve rogers #ler!wanda #ler!yelena #lee!reader #lee!peter #natasha romanov #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #black widow #marvel tickle fic #tickle fic #natasha x reader #wanda x reader #tickle fics #mcu tickle fic #christmas fic #Christmas #ticklish!peter #marvel #spiderman #captain america

[ficsandgiggles]

Shortie (Nat x Reader)

The reader teases Natasha about her height, but the Black Widow quickly gets revenge.

“Gooooood morning shorty!” You greeted Natasha cheekily as you snuck up behind the slightly shorter woman and patting her head.

Ever since there was a super duper official test to see who was taller (which basically entailed Yelena making you two stand back to back and she confirmed you were ever so slightly taller), you have been super boastful about the fact you were taller than the Black Widow, and you loved teasing her about it.

Natasha rolled her eyes as she leaned away from you, gently batting your hand away. “You’re barely taller than me.” She told you and gently shoved you away.

“Tall enough for me to tease you forever about it.” You teased, poking her nose with a fond smile, deciding to really rub it in her face.

Nat raised her eyebrows and folded her arms. “You really think you’re safe to call me short?” She asked, and you just grinned in response, patting your head before going to the kitchen.

The red head rolled her eyes fondly before following you, deciding she needed a snack too.

Big mistake.

You decided to step back and smirk as you pretty much read Nats mind, she wanted some cookies. Specifically, the cookies you placed on the top shelf, you snuck up behind her as she groaned, looking up at the cookies before hesitantly reaching up to grab them.

You decided to risk your life by sneaking up behind her and poking under her arms. You couldn’t help but smirk as the red head squealed and slammed her arms down, turning round to face you as she narrowed her eyes.

“Did you really just do that?” Natasha asked as she folded her arms, raising an eyebrow as you couldn’t do anything but giggle.

The Black Widow responded to that by simply wriggling her fingers towards you now. “You better run.” She warned quietly as she took a single step towards you, which was more than enough to make you squeal and turn around, unable to stop yourself as you made one more comment.

“Try and catch me with your short legs!” You replied, squealing as you heard Natasha growl, causing you to make a run for it as you immediately dashed to your room, hiding under the bed as you knew you were screwed.

“Oh no you are not getting away with this.” Nat told you as she grabbed your ankles, scribbling into your feet as she dragged you out from under the bed, immediately straddling your waist with a smirk.

“Do I still look short to you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms, waiting for your answer.

However, you decided to hesitate, which was a huge mistake as Nat just rolled her eyes and shook her fingers into your ribs, grinning as you immediately burst into hysterical giggles, arching your back as you thrashed around helplessly.

“Can super short people do this? Huh?” Natasha teased, smirking as she squeezed rapidly into your sides, after pinning your hands under your knees since you had the nerve to try and get away.

“YEHEHEHHES ONLY SHOHOHORT PEOPLE!” You laughed out, arching your back as you kept squirming around, squealing as you felt Nat blew a raspberry on your neck.

“You just don’t learn, do you?” Nat chuckled as she now skittered all over your upper body, occasionally blowing a raspberry on your neck if she felt like you weren’t giggling enough.

“Thighs, sestra.” You heard an all too familiar accent call out, you turned to see Yelena with raised eyebrows, a cheeky smirk on her face as she casually watched you get wrecked.

“Oh? The thighs huh?” Natasha replied casually, simply putting her fingers on your thighs, which was more than enough to get you to flinch. Nat chuckled evilly and gave your thighs a simple squeeze, grinning as you squealed and kicked out immediately. “Don’t!”

“Oh Yelena, you were so right about this spot…” Nat told her sister before gently drilling rapidly into your thighs, shaking her thumbs right into the inner spots. The blonde just smirked before leaving the two of you to it.

“GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEEEE!” You screeched out, trying to pull your hands free so you could shove Natasha way, but the Black Widow simply drilled in even more with a smirk.

“But this is too cute.” She teased, giving you a slight break by scribbling under your knees, causing you to squeal and kick out.

“Aw you really are sensitive, huh?” She asked you teasingly, now squeezing into your hips with a cheeky grin as she watched you cackle and squirm.

Eventually, you had to tap out, your laughter went silent and you had stopped thrashing, making Natasha let you go and sit by you, gently rubbing your arm.

“Not so short now, am I?” She asked with a cheeky smile, making you groan and flip her off playfully, but not daring to talk back in case she made you subject to playful torture again.

“Anyway, a short person can’t do this, now let’s go and watch a movie or something.” Nat told you, throwing you over her shoulder and proudly carrying you to the lounge, where the two of you spent the rest of the evening watching cheesy movies together.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #ler!nat #ler!natasha

[tickletastic]

Belts Are For Safety

Fandom: Top Gun

Ship: N/A

Warnings: Implication of a panic attack

Summary: It's Bob and Phoenix's first flight back after their emergency landing, and Bob is more freaked out than he thought he'd be. Inspired by and dedicated to this Fighter Jet Anon! Day one of Miya and Mia's Tickletober: trap!

Bob heaves a long, deep breath when he and Phoenix finally land on the tarmac, the weight of the exercise melting off his shoulders. He closes his eyes, head pounding behind his eyelids, his heart beating in his ear. It’s their first flight back since the crash landing, and Bob is ashamed to say that, for a moment when he got into the air, all he could smell was smoke and all he could hear was Phoenix yelling his name like they were still there, looking up at the sky only half a mile from their burning plane. He’s not sure how Phoenix didn’t freak out, but then again she’s always been more well-adjusted than most of the crew. Maybe it’s because she was smart enough to start therapy before she enlisted, or maybe it’s something about toxic masculinity and being a military man. 

He doesn’t realized how long his eyes have been closed, how long he’s been listening to his heart beat out of control even though they’re on the ground. He feels like he had been in fight-or-flight the entire exercise, and his body oozes with the tension he had been building up. He hadn’t even realized Phoenix had been calling his name, her face contorting into the worried look she used to give Rooster all the time, the one she gives to Jake or Javy every once in a while. Approaching ten minutes on the tarmac and Bob’s eyes are still screwed shut, all the pilots having gone to change except Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, who stood beneath the plane, and Maverick, who slowly climbed up to get to the much younger pilot. 

“Hey, Bob?” Maverick says, tentatively reaching out to touch Bob’s shoulder. Bob doesn’t respond until Maverick’s hand makes contact, his eyes shooting open. 

Bob’s eyes shoot around, catching Hangman, Phoenix, and Rooster underneath the plane, taking in that the rest of the pilots have gone. “Thank god,” he sighs, breathing out.

“Hey, kid,” Maverick says, grabbing Bob’s attention again, “what’s going on?” Bob scrambles for his buckles but Maverick’s hands come up to stop him, “hold your horses, let’s talk for a second.”

Bob looks at Maverick before looking down at the other pilots again.

 “It’s alright, Bob,” Phoenix says, “they came because they’re worried,” she pauses, looking at the ground before looking back up at her back-seater, “we’re worried.”

“I was just-” Bob awkwardly clears his throat, looking down at his hands in his lap, “I just got freaked out. I’ve never crash landed before, being up there just freaked me out.” 

Maverick put a soft hand on the side of Bob’s face, bringing his head up so they could make eye contact. “It’s alright, kid. It’s totally fine to be a little freaked out right now. My first crash-landing terrified me, and so did my most recent one, it’s fine to still be a little shaken up.”

Bob nods, though it’s evident to Mav and the other spectators that he’s not entirely convinced. “I promise you, Bob,” Maverick starts, “you’re alright. The crash wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t Phoenix’s either, neither of you could have predicted that.”

“Yeah, but, how are we supposed to predict it the next time?” Bob asks, glasses beginning to fog.

From below them Hangman lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, doubling over before he can reel it in. All eyes are on him now, Phoenix and Rooster glaring daggers at him. “I’m sorry,” he clears his throat, straightening his face, “I’m sorry. Bird strikes are like, pretty rare, Bobby-boy, the chances of you and Phoenix encountering another one is like, zero.”

“He’s right,” Phoenix nods, “though he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

Hangman sticks his tongue out at her and Phoenix fakes like she’s going to kick him in the balls. Rooster tries to separate them and ends up pulled into the bickering, suddenly being asked to pick between his boyfriend and his best friend.

Maverick brings Bob’s attention back to him, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear him over their bickering, “between you and I, after my first crash-landing I was scared of water for years. I didn’t get over it until recently, but I know I missed out on some pretty fun times because of it.”

“Really?” Bob asks, tilting his head to one side, “I- I mean, I’m sorry.”

“All good, kid, all good.” Maverick smiles, “but what I’m saying is you shouldn't let fear control you. I mean, I didn’t even get to teach Brad how to surf, those pictures would’ve been great blackmail for you kids.”

Bob giggles, peeking down at his friends as their argument seems to settle down. Maverick shifts, getting ready to climb down, “alright, kid. We’re gonna talk about this, but first I want to get you out of this plane, and maybe get that smile to stick around.” 

Before Maverick reaches the bottom of the ladder, Hangman shouts for Bob not to unbuckle, practically bouncing with impatience as Maverick makes his too slow descent. Hangman takes the ladder two steps at a time, hands grabbing at Bob’s where he had begun to unbuckle his thigh straps. 

“Nuh-uh,” Hangman teases, squeezing the other pilot’s thigh. Bob squeals, trying to jerk away but finding himself trapped. “I think we need to get you a little giggly before we head back. Whad’ya say, Bobb-boy?”

Bob shakes his head frantically, cheeks developing a pale pink tint. He puts his hand on top of Hangman’s and makes an attempt to pry it away from his thigh, only to be given another squeak-producing pinch. 

“Hmm,” Hangman says, stroking his chin, he looks down at Phoenix and Rooster, “he’s smiling, so that’s a yes, right?”

“I’d say he looks pretty giddy for it,” Rooster shouts, Phoenix hums in agreement. Watching as Bob turns redder and redder.

“Make sure to go for his tummy!” Phoenix supplies.

Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s knees and splay over them, spidering around his kneecap and calves. 

“Jahahake! Thahahat tihihickles!” Bob screeches, kicking his legs straight as much as he can. Jake’s fingers just follow him however he squirms, pinching and spidering over his legs. 

“That’s great, it means this is working!” Hangman grins. Bob’s fingers scramble upward, hoping he can unbuckle his chest buckle and fold over to stop Jake from attacking his legs. Hangman’s fingers climb all the way up to Bob’s ribs, and it’s enough of a distraction for him to forget his task, throwing his head back and snorting through his laughter.

“STAHAHAP!” Bob giggles, shaking his head back and forth. All he can do is grab onto Jake’s hands and gently hold on, his restraints reminding him how safe he usually is in his plane, but also how trapped he is now that he’s at Jake’s mercy.

“Hmm… Are you ticklish here?” Hangman asks, leaning in and giving Bob a neck raspberry. Bob’s laughter rises in pitch and his shoulders scrunch in an attempt to block it out. Hangman moves his fingers down to Bob’s sides, “What about here?”

“Ihihit tihihickles! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Bob screeches, giggles freely flowing from him. “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh, really?” Hangman smirks, “do the seatbelts make it tickle more? You can’t even fight me off.”

“It’s not like he would,” Phoenix teases from below, “he always just lays back and takes it.”

Bob’s face is fully red now, all the way up to his ears, and his hands flop around as he tries to figure out whether he wants to cover his face or keep holding onto Jake’s hands. He’s giggling himself silly, and everytime he remembers that he’s practically strapped down it makes it so much worse.

As if reading Bob’s mind, Hangman starts to tease again, because of course he does, Bob just can’t win. “If the buckles are making this tickle more, just wait for this.”

When Hangman’s fingers dart down to Bob’s stomach, Bob absolutely screams, throwing his arms wherever in an attempt to dissipate the feeling. His laughter dips into silence, getting enough air every few seconds to hiccup amidst his laughter.

“Alright, alright,” Maverick calls up to Hangman, “he looks giggly enough to us from here, I think you might kill him.”

Hangman groans, pulling his hands away and ruffling Bob’s already too messy hair. “Alright, whatever you say, Pops.”

Hangman helps Bob unbuckle from the seat before scrambling down the ladder, making sure the other pilot is steady enough to come down after him. 

Hangman meets Phoenix and Rooster at the bottom, while Maverick holds back to talk to Bob. 

“Feeling better now, kid?” Maverick asks, slinging an arm around his shoulder. Bob nods, leaning into Mav. 

“Yeah, a lot better. Thanks, Mav.” Bob says, looking up at Mav, blush still fiery over his cheeks.

In front of them they can hear Phoenix, Hangman, and Rooster bickering back and forth, voices raised and accusatory. Bob catches a few words, grinning. 

“Just wait until we get you like that, Bagman,” Rooster says, “let’s see if you find it easy to take the tickling when you’re buckled up like that.”

The tips of Hangman’s ears flush, but he shakes his head anyways, all bravado and cockiness, “you’d have to catch me first, and with your old bones I don’t know if you could manage.”

Phoenix, in the middle of the two of them, pokes them both in the ribs, grinning at each of their high-pitched shrieks. “Enough boys, we’ll settle this another time.”

#top gun #ticklish!bob #lee!bob #ler!hangman #bob floyd #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #natasha trace #pete mitchell #rooster #hangman #phoenix #maverick #miya&mia's tickletober

[supermarvel-fics]

Nervous

word count: 8,300

pairing: bucky x fem!reader (romantic) and a splash of natasha x reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, a bit of sexual tension, sexual innuendos (still sfw though)

summary: You make quick friends with Nat after you move to the city and she introduces you to the avengers. After meeting Bucky, you are at a loss for words.

author's note: this fic is inspired by the song "Nervous" by Shawn Mendes (link to the song below). this one was a lot of fun to write so I left it open for a part 2 if anyone is interested. also, thank you to a sweet anon who sent in this prompt for bucky. just a reminder that I'm always excepting prompts and ideas! love you all!

“Don’t worry,” Natasha said as she led you through the front doors of the compound. “Everyone is going to love you!”

You smiled politely, following her into the lobby. It was bigger than you imagined, but then again, so was everything else. You moved to New York City only a few short weeks ago from your small hometown. A change in pace was exactly what you needed after years of driving along the same streets and seeing the same people day after day.

You met Nat on the second day of your new job. You found it hard to believe that the Avenger’s didn’t have their own massage therapist considering how much distress they put their bodies into, but Nat had told you that Tony wasn’t interested in paying for one due to most of the heroes having magic healing powers or super strength.

You scoffed at that, welcoming her into your practice with open arms. As you worked out her over-tired muscles, the two of you talked about any and everything; where you grew up, how she became a Widow, what it was like to live in a tower full of testosterone.

By the end of her one-hour session, you decided that Nat needed another girl friend to hang out with. Selfishly, so did you since you’d just moved into the city the week prior. You exchanged numbers and have been hanging out almost every weekend since.

Nat had been begging you to come meet the rest of her friends since your second get together and you’d been weary at first. Meeting new people was never your strong suit—it was mostly why your only friend was Nat and one of your other coworkers—but after weeks of her assuring you that they were dying to meet you, you finally agreed.

Nat escorted you out of the elevator and into the kitchen where three of Earths mightiest heroes were eating lunch.

“Guys, hey! This is my massage therapist, Y/N. She just moved here from Michigan,” Nat introduced you. You waved at the boys and let a shy grin grace your features.

“Ah! Yes, the young Widow has spoken a lot about you,” Thor bellowed. “She says you have magic in your fingertips.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis.

You giggled at him, peeking over at Nat as you caught her covering her eyes with her hand in embarrassment. “Yeah, well not real magic, I assure you, but I can definitely work out some knots.”

“Well, obviously you’re doing an amazing job considering she’s way less tense, now,” Steve jested at the redhead. Nat crossed her arms, swiveling to face the Captain.

“You know what, Rogers, I—”

“So, you have your own practice?” Sam interrupted, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Because I’ve had lower back pain for months and Tony refuses to hire someone to help.”

“So I’ve heard,” You hummed. “It’s not my practice, no, but I work at one just around the block. You’re welcome to come see me anytime!”

“I might just take you up on that,” Sam said and you smiled in response.

“Hey, now! She’s mine! Get your own!” Nat pointed at Sam, narrowing her eyes at him. You chuckled and grabbed onto her forearm, pulling her arm back down to her side.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Nat. Besides, you get most of my time off the clock, anyway. I need to make some money here and there,” You winked at Sam who let out a bark of a laugh.

“I like her. Let’s keep her around.”

Again, a sheepish smile returned to your face and a blush fell onto your cheeks. You and Nat said your goodbyes and made your way down the hall and into the common room where Wanda and Vision were watching a movie. You all chatted for a moment, finding joy in the love that the witch and the android had for one another.

Nat and Wanda concurred that the three of you needed a girls day and before departing, you seemingly had a new friend.

“See? I told you everyone was going to like you,” Nat assured you once you left the common area. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose and nodded.

“I guess I just thought I’d feel more out of place,” You shrugged. “You guys save the world from impending doom and I’m just me.”

“Uh, you saved me from impending doom after you fixed my shoulder that one time. Don’t dote on yourself. We’re people just like you,” Nat nudged your arm with her elbow and you snickered, rolling your eyes.

“Right… people with magic powers, iron suits, super strength, and extreme combat training.”

“Look, if you’re so worried about not fitting in, come with me to the gym,” she declared, quickly switching hallways to change route. “I’ll teach you some basic defensive skills that everyone needs to know—especially since we live in the city.”

“Woah, woah, wait, Nat!” You called, shuffling your feet faster to catch up with her. “I don’t know about that! I’m not even dressed for a workout!” You gestured to your clothes. Nat peered over, noticing you were in jeans and a nice blouse.

“Alright, fine. Another time, then,” She waved her hand in the air. “But we’re still going to—”

The rest of her sentence was lost when she pushed the gym door open with vigor and almost immediately, your breathing hitched at the sight of a man with a metal arm taking a few hits at a bag hanging from the ceiling.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you were currently feeling. You’d been in love once. Years ago, fresh out of college, but it never felt like this. Your chest was on fire and it spread up into your cheeks. Your throat was a bit tight and you were sure if you took one more step, your knees would buckle from underneath you.

But this wasn’t love, right? Love at first sight didn’t actually exist… right?

“James!” Nat shouted at the handsome man from across the gym, pulling you from your trance. Your lips tugged themselves into an unwilling smile as he continued throwing punches while answering Nat.

“It’s Bucky, Nat! You know I hate it when you call me James,” the man corrected, keeping his focus on the bag. You eyed him intently; taking notice of how much stronger his left hook was from his right.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Nat said dismissively before turning her head back to you. “This is James ‘Bucky’ Barnes,” She yelled his real name louder to grab his attention, “Buck, this is Y/N.”

Bucky finally ceased his workout, lifting his eyes over to where you were standing and God, if that didn’t make you want to melt right onto the floor. He smiled sweetly at you, giving you a once over.

“That’s a beautiful name,” Bucky stated matter-of-factly and if you didn’t believe it before, then you certainly did now. “What brings you here?”

You struggled to find the words you were looking for as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, causing Nat to look at you wearily.

“She’s, uh, my massage therapist. I wanted her to meet everyone,” She muttered while giving you a confused look. She must have noticed the blush forming on your cheeks and how closed off you seemed compared to when you were meeting the others.

“Oh, are you coming to work here?” the devilishly handsome sergeant asked. You sucked in a large breath, praying that the words you were thinking would actually come out this time.

“I, uh, n-no actually I, um…” you stammered before turning to Nat. She obviously got your hint.

“No, she’s not. You know Stark thinks it’s a waste of money considering the majority of you rarely ever get hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t get sore from time to time,” Bucky argued. Nat held her hands up in defense.

“Don’t complain to me! If you want her here, go talk to Tony,” the redhead pointed in your direction which made Bucky look back over at you, another grin finding its way to his lips. You followed suit and giggled quietly.

“Well, regardless, it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky chuckled. “I think I may just have to write a strongly worded letter to Stark about getting you to join us, but until then, I’ll see you around?”

You nodded fervently, biting your bottom lip. “Y-yeah, I’ll be, uh, around.”

“Good.”

You and Nat waved goodbye to him, letting him resume his workout, and rushed out of the gym hurriedly. Once you were out of sight from the winter soldier, you dramatically let your back hit the wall, dropping your head into your hands.

“Oh, my God, that was so embarrassing!” You groaned. Nat laughed and pushed your shoulder playfully.

“What happened to you? You went all goo-goo eyes on him!” She teased you.

You whimpered, letting your hands fall back down to your sides and leaning your head back against the concrete wall. “I don’t know! I took one look at him and my brain just stopped functioning.”

“Oh, you like him!” Nat smirked and poked you in the stomach, causing you to flinch away from her with a small yelp.

“Ah! Nat!” You swatted her hand away. “How can I like him? I don’t even know him.”

“You don’t need to know him to have a crush on him. That’s like, the first rule of having a crush,” She explained to you. You scoffed and twisted away, continuing to walk down the hall. “Admit you like Bucky!”

“Well, I don’t!” You yelled out as you continued down the corridor. “Besides, we’re not in high school. I shouldn’t have to admit anything.”

Nat huffed, as if it pained her to do what she was about to do, and scurried up behind you to latch her hands onto your sides, squeezing them ticklishly. You didn’t even have the wherewithal to support your own weight considering you didn’t see it coming. You yelped, holding your arms close to your waist to block her fingers and sank to the floor.

“Nahahat! Whahat the hehehell?” You said through your giggles.

Nat clicked her tongue. “It’s plain as day that you like him, so just admit it and I’ll stop!”

You jolted and attempted to squirm away once she moved her hands up to your ribs, but you knew it was a fruitless endeavor—you’d never be able to escape the Widow.

“If yohou alreheheady knoHOW, then whyhy do I neheheed to say it?” You squeaked, mostly from how Nat’s nimble fingers prodded into your sensitive ribcage, but also from embarrassment. She laughed along with you, delighted in how a simple pinch could almost incapacitate you.

“Because once you say it, I’ll have confirmation and can set you two up on a date!”

“WHAHAT? NO WAHAHAY!” Your laughter and voice pitched up as Nat’s thumbs drove into that wretched spot along the backs of your ribs. She found that spot fairly quickly at the beginning of your friendship. She asked if she could give you a massage since you do it so well for others. You were a bit reluctant, but she did ultimately convince you after kneading into your shoulder for a second or two.

As she moved down your back, you immediately realized why you never let people massage you because the second that Nat moved below your shoulder blades, bracing her first four fingers on your sides and circling her thumbs into the ribs next to your spine, you lost it. What started as a massage turned into a tickle attack from your brand-new friend.

And she never let you live it down. Nat wasn’t opposed to tickling you if you said some cheeky remark at her expense or if you changed the channel while she was watching one of her favorite shows. She always had the upper hand because she, herself, wasn’t ticklish. At all. So, it wasn’t like you could retaliate. You just had to sit there and take it.

“Come on, all you have to do is—”

“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I LIHIKE HIM, P-PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THERE!” You screamed in laughter. Nat let up, chuckling as you attempted to catch your breath.

“See? Was that so hard?” She taunted you. You glared up at her, then grabbed the hand she was holding out for you to stand up. You unwrinkled your clothes and giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“God, I feel like I’m a teenager again,” You complained. “I haven’t felt like that in years and honestly, I’m still not sure why I had such a hard time talking to him!”

“Bucky has that effect on people. I think it’s that old 1940s charm he’s got going on,” Nat shrugged, leading you two back down the hallway to the lab where Tony and Bruce were sure to be working on something.

You thought about that for a moment—Bucky’s way of making you weak in the knees—but it had nothing to do with what time period he was from. You certainly didn’t fall for Steve Rogers when you looked him in the eye. No, it was something else.

Maybe it was how kind he was considering his past. It was hard to believe that a man that sweet could have murdered people in cold blood. Or maybe it was because of his muscles. No, definitely not. Your eyes didn’t fall to Thor’s bulky exterior when you met him.

Maybe it was just Bucky’s essence. The way he carried himself and the way he joked with Nat. You were racking your head for a thousand reasons as to why you acted the way you did in front of him and Nat noticed once she said your name 3 times without an answer.

“Hey,” She voiced softly, turning to you with her hand on your upper arm. “You don’t have to have a specific reason as to why you like Bucky. Sometimes, humans are just really good-looking and it catches you off guard. You think he’s cute and I think he thinks you are, too.”

You covered your face in flustered awkwardness and grunted. “There’s no way he thinks I’m cute after that disaster of a conversation I just had. It wasn’t even a full-fledged conversation. I think I only said 5 words!”

“After spending years with these boys, I know their facial expressions inside and out. Bucky likes you.”

“Okay, fine, whatever, just…” you trailed off, grabbing Nat’s forearm with urgency, “don’t tell him I like him. I want to get to know him first.”

Nat chortled and nodded. “You have my word, but it’s not really like I need to say anything. If Bucky didn’t catch that you wanted to marry him on the spot, then he’s an idiot.”

You snatched your hand away from her, jaw agape and shoved her arm. “Shut up! You know what, I’m done talking to you about this!” You continued marching down the hall, leaving Nat snickering behind you.

You met the other habitants of the tower with no problem—which, of course, Nat teased you for later—and ultimately felt welcome in the band of heroes. You found an unlikely friend in Loki. He was unsure at first—an outsider coming to make friends with a bunch of superheroes wasn’t very common—but once you made a joke about his brother, he laughed and said that he was delighted to have someone with a sense of humor hanging around.

After you left the compound, the only thing circling your mind was Bucky. It was like he mentally took you hostage because all you could think about was his welcoming smile and entrancing blue eyes. It caught you at the most importune times, too. One minute, you’d be talking to a client, and the next you’d remember how Bucky told you that you had a beautiful name, causing you to blush.

You wouldn’t say you were trying to forget about him, but damn, it was hard to focus on anything else but him.

That’s why you were so relieved when Nat called a few days later with good news.

“Bucky asked me about you,” She sang through the phone. You internally panicked for a moment, your heartrate increasing and heat pricking at your face.

“You’re kidding! What did you say? You didn’t say anything bad, did you? Oh, God, I don’t want to know!” You spoke in quick succession.

“Woah, hey, calm down there, sea-biscuit! I didn’t tell him anything other than what he asked.”

You waited for her to elaborate in excruciating silence for a few seconds. “…And what did he ask?”

“Oh, just if I’d be bringing you over more often. He was basically drooling at the mouth when I told him yes. I told you he liked you!”

It took everything in you not to squeal in excitement. “I know we sound like 16-year-old girls at a sleepover gossiping about boys, but I don’t care. I am so happy.”

“I never had that experience, so I’m glad to be doing it with you now as a grown adult,” Nat laughed. “You coming over tomorrow, then?”

You took a quick peek over at the planner on your desk. “I have a bit of work to do in the morning, but I can probably swing by around noon. Just don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? I’m nervous enough around him as it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

--

The next day, a beautiful Sunday morning, you ventured to the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment to do your work instead of at your drab desk. It was certainly out of the ordinary for you, but fresh air and a nice iced coffee might do you good as you filled out and filed patient reports.

The change in scenery helped you work tremendously better than if you were in your own office. At this rate, you’d be done before the sun was high in the sky, getting you that much closer to seeing Bucky again.

It fueled you. You sped through the paperwork, though you made sure they were completed correctly, and sent them to your boss through email.

Just as you were about to pack up to leave, the bell on the front door to the café rang again. It was a nasty habit you had—looking up every time it sounded to see who was walking through the door. You supposed it had something to do with the way you loved to people watch, but it was distracting when you were desperately trying to get work done on a busy morning.

You gazed up, as you always did, then went back to putting your laptop away, but something in your mind told you to do a double-take.

And what you didn’t expect was to see Bucky himself walk through the door. Nor did you prepare for the utter fear you’d feel when he looked straight at you, too.

Almost instantly, your heartbeat sped up as if it were signaling the end of an intense workout. Bucky recognized you, sporting a giddy smile as he got in line to order. You returned it, albeit more reserved, and attempted to put your attention back on gathering your belongings.

Your head tilted down to hide the severe burning in your cheeks, but nothing could conceal the fact that your hands were shaking vigorously, making it extremely difficult to contain a grip on your laptop so you’d be able to stow it away.

You wrung your hands out and scolded yourself for acting this way. It’s just a guy. A guy who might like you back, but it’s just a guy.

This wasn’t how you planned on reuniting with him. You expected Nat to be at your side as a buffer and possibly as a translator considering how well your last conversation went. But here he was, making his way over to your table after he’d ordered his drink.

“Funny meeting you here,” Bucky grinned. “Is this seat taken?”

Your eyes shifted from him to the chair in front of you, then back to him. You bit the inner corner of your bottom lip and shook your head. “No. You can sit.”

Nice. A full sentence without stuttering.

Bucky slid the chair out and gracefully sat down, leaning back to get a better look at you. “So, are you a frequent café flyer?”

You cleared your throat, hoping to sound more confident than you felt. “Uh, no, actually. This is my first time here. A-Are you?”

“Yeah, I come here almost every morning after my jog around the block,” He said before standing up to retrieve his coffee as the barista said his name. As he walked away, you had to force yourself to calm down so that when he returned, you’d be cool as a cucumber.

Bucky graciously grabbed his coffee and made his way back over to your table. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing. I just saw a familiar face and thought I’d come and say hi. I don’t talk to very many people outside of the Avengers.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” You quickly reassured him, lest he think you didn’t want him joining you. “I just finished before you walked in. I was actually, uh, g-going to head to the c-compound after dropping off my stuff.”

Bucky’s eyes noticeably brightened and his smile, well, you weren’t sure if it could get any bigger. It set a flame to your heart; having a semi-mutual understanding that the two of you were interested in each other without having to say anything.

“Back again already, hm?” He voiced lowly prior to taking a sip of his coffee. You could tell he was teasing you, causing a breathy laugh to come through your nose.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head, but you guys are pretty interesting.”

“And what is it that makes us so interesting?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. You mimicked him.

“Are you just asking me to c-compliment you?” You asked, stuttering the slightest amount at how Bucky was flustering you. He giggled a bit, and it delighted you how melodic the sound was.

“I’m only asking what you see in us as an outsider looking in. Getting a compliment is simply a bonus,” Bucky shrugged, a hint of a smirk at his lips. The more the two of you talked, the less nervous you felt, which was a success in your eyes. It was as if the adrenaline finally kicked in, so you decided to match his cheeky behavior.

“What? Is being born in the early 1900s and having a vibranium metal arm made by possibly the smartest person in the world not interesting enough for you?”

Bucky let out a genuine laugh this time, nose scrunch and all. You thought it only happened in movies, but your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the sound and sight. It was exceedingly cliché, though it was warming to know that love was being depicted correctly in the cheesy romantic comedies you’d watched.

Love. Was it love? You were weary of putting a label on the way you felt about Bucky so soon since this was only the second time you’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t seem right to say you were in love with someone you’d just met, even if ‘love at first sight’ was real.

But love was a social construct. Different people are enveloped in it in different ways. Before Bucky, you were sure that you loved your last boyfriend, but the way he made you feel seemed so bland compared to how your face set aflame just by the sight of handsome super soldier.

Maybe you’d never truly know. It’s hard to have an understanding of what true love feels like if you’ve only dated 1 person in your life.

“You’re funny. I like you,” Bucky nodded in approval. You weren’t sure of the implications of what he just said, though it honestly didn’t matter—your hands began to tremble violently again as the weight of it dwelled on you. You fiddled with your fingers under the table, out of sight, and half-grinned.

“Y-You’re not too b-bad yourself,” a light chuckle rumbled through you. “Well, uh, I’m going to head home and drop m-my stuff off, so, um, I’ll see you back at the t-tower?”

Bucky furrowed his brows ever so slightly before looking out of the window at the darkening sky. “May I walk you home?” He asked. Your eyes widened into genuine surprise at the question. “It’s just… it’s about to rain and it would be rude of me to let a lady walk home in weather like this by herself.” A sheepish expression found its way to Bucky’s face at the way yours seemed to lose all its color. “I don’t mean to intrude or anything. You can absolutely decline, I just—”

“N-no, you’re not intruding at all! I appreciate the offer, really, but I’d hate to ask that of you since neither of us have umbrellas and sorry if this makes me sound really dumb, but, like, won’t your metal arm get rusty… or something?” You rambled.

Bucky had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing at you. “Uh, no, my arm would be just fine. Plus, you didn’t ask, I insisted, but like I said, if I’m overstepping my boundaries, I apologize.”

You took a moment to gaze out of the window, too. It was dark, but you only lived a couple blocks away. Maybe you could make it home without getting soaked. After all, Bucky’s offer was just too good to pass up. It would give you a little more time alone with him.

“You’re definitely not overstepping. You’re…” You trailed off looking for the right word, “…very sweet. If you’d like to, I wouldn’t say no.”

You stood from your seat and grabbed onto your belongings, grinning shyly as Bucky took your empty coffee cup and tossed it in the trash for you. What a gentleman, you thought.

He held out his hand gesturing for you to lead the way, only proving your thoughts correct, and followed you out the door and onto the busy New York City street.

“My apartment isn’t too far from here,” You said over the bustle of cars and pedestrians. “If we hurry, we might be able to make it.” Just as you finished your sentence, you felt a raindrop fall onto your forehead. You flinched before wiping it away, scoffing at the irony. “Okay, maybe not.”

Bucky snickered and began to walk faster, urging you to do the same. “This is the last time I leave the house without an umbrella.”

Just as the two of you hit a crosswalk, having to wait at the corner due to the traffic, the rain’s pace picked up. A sprinkle quickly morphed into a light drizzle. You looked up at Bucky with slight panic and you were surprised to see that he was already looking down at you. Your face caused him to let out a snort, which in turn made you giggle as well.

Once the street was clear of vehicles, you and Bucky power-walked across and before you could even reach the other side, it started pouring.

“Shit!” Bucky hissed, ducking his head as if it would protect him.

“Come on!” You shouted prior to sprinting down the sidewalk. Bucky was hot on your heels, though you were positive he could have raced passed you without a second thought. Still, he let you lead the way back to your place, keeping a steady jogging pace behind you.

You found this whole fiasco to be a bit childish, thus making you fall into laughter as you raced an Avenger down the street. Within a couple of minutes, you were at the revolving door to your apartment complex.

“Go,” Bucky nodded to the entrance. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

Your eyes shot open and you shook your head aggressively. “What? No, I’m not letting you stay out here! Come inside.”

You didn’t care of the possible implications this time around. You’d never make him wait outside in the rain for you.

“Seriously, I’m fine right here. I—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Bucky,” You said, playfully glaring at him. “We’re wasting precious time standing outside bickering like children. We can throw your clothes in the dryer.”

“And what do you suppose I wear in the meantime?” Bucky smirked at you. You were damn lucky that the rain had made it difficult to see because your cheeks set on fire at his comment.

“I-I have s-some of m-my dad’s shirts here and… uh, s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Doll, it’s okay. I was joking. If you’re adamant about me coming in, I certainly wouldn’t mind,” He comforted you, placing a firm, yet gentle hand on your shoulder. You swore your heart skipped a beat at the cute pet name that rolled off his tongue. Pulling yourself together, you nodded and tilted your head towards the door, silently asking him to follow you.

The elevator ride up to the 6th floor was agonizingly quiet. You just invited the man who you’d been crushing on for days into your apartment. That reality hit you like a truck. What had gotten into you? How were you so timid in front of him one minute, only to be extremely forward the next?

You supposed it had to do with the fact that you had hints of Bucky liking you, too, though it was unspoken. Knowing that he might feel the same way you do—a mutual connection of sorts—helped you feel a little more comfortable around him.

You rounded the corner once the elevator doors opened and Bucky followed behind you; footsteps echoing in the silent hallway.

“Sorry about the mess in advance,” You finally spoke, digging through your purse for your keys. “I just moved in a couple months ago, so I’m still trying to unpack everything.”

Bucky chuckled. “I feel like anyone who says that doesn’t actually have a messy house. I’m sure it’s fine!”

The pair of you halted at your front door so that you could unlock it. You cleared your throat before swinging it open and stepping inside, becoming somewhat embarrassed about the dozens of boxes scattered around the living room and kitchen.

Your apartment was small, but still one of the bigger ones in the city. It was only a one bed, one and a half bath, but you had a killer view of the skyline and the architecture was admirable. It was hard to pass up after you toured it with the landlord.

You dared to take a peek at Bucky’s face once he crossed the threshold into your dumpster fire, cringing at how wide his eyes were. “I told you so.”

He snapped his head to look at you, smiling sympathetically. “Okay, yes, it’s messy, but it’s definitely not the worst I’ve seen. Besides, you just moved in. You have an excuse. Sam moved into the tower almost a year ago and his room still looks like this.”

You giggled at the jab, shaking your head as you kicked a cardboard box away from your path.

“I brought a couple of my dad’s t-shirts with me that I think might fit you,” You muttered, stumbling away from him to search for the box titled ‘miscellaneous’. “And I have this pair of sweatpants that are just way too big for me that also might fit. Honestly I don’t even know where they came from, so if they do fit you can have them.” You dug through the box on your left, shouting with victory as you pulled out a large black t-shirt and the pair of grey sweats that you referred to. “Aha! Here, you can change into this and I can throw your stuff in the dryer.”

You held out the clothing to Bucky, who was staring at you fondly. You retracted back into yourself as you noticed. “Sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous.”

Bucky grabbed the clothes from your clutch and tilted his head. “Why are you nervous?”

“Well, uh, I don’t really make it a habit to invite men into my apartment and ask them to undress. Especially if I’ve only known them for a couple of days,” You said sheepishly, ducking your head to avert your gaze to the ground so that Bucky wouldn’t be able to notice the pink tint to your face.

“Well, I think it’s endearing,” He replied. “Thank you for your kind hospitality.”

“You’re welcome,” You uttered, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling too overenthusiastically. “The bathroom is, um, down the hall t-to your right.”

Bucky nodded and disappeared down the dark hallway. You watched as he retreated out of sight, then let out a giant breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. My God, you thought. How in the hell was this happening to you?

You assumed you would have a nice coffee and then go to the tower to hang out with everyone in a group setting, but somehow the universe aligned in just the right way so that you could get some alone time with Bucky. Natasha would be proud.

You scurried into your room to change as well, tossing your damp clothes into the hamper and switching to something more comfortable; a loose fitted tee and black leggings. Reaching for your phone, you called Nat to let her know that you would no longer be coming over.

“Hey!” She answered brightly. “Where are you? I thought you said you’d come over around noon.”

“Yeah, uh, change of plans. I’m not coming over,” You responded, feigning disappointment. You heard Nat sigh from the other line.

“Why not? Is it because of Bucky? I told you that he likes you, so I don’t know why you’re so scared to talk to him.”

“Well, I—”

“Seriously, you just have to buck up and tell him or something…”

“Nat.”

“…because if I have to sit here and watch you two pine for each other when it’s obvious that you like him and he likes you, I will lose my mind.”

“NAT!”

“What?”

Silence fell upon the call for a moment, letting the anticipation build for a bit of dramatic effect. You lowered your voice to a whisper before speaking. “I’m not coming because Bucky is here at my apartment.”

Nat immediately gasped. “Shut up! I knew you liked him, but I didn’t think it was that much. Holy shit, you barely know the guy!”

“Nat! That is NOT why he’s here and you know it!”

She laughed at your expense. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see what you’d say. But why is he there?”

“I was doing my work at a coffee shop this morning and he walked in just as I was about to leave. We talked for a minute, then he walked me home. End of story.”

“So, you’re staying there, then?”

“I mean… I’d rather spend time with him alone so I can get to know him better, so, yes.”

“Alright, well don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nat said with a teasing lilt to her voice. You rolled your eyes even though she wasn’t able to see.

“Goodbye, Nat.” You knew she’d hear the smile in your voice, so you hung up before she could say anything else back. Remembering you had a guest, who was probably waiting outside for you, you shuffled out back into the living room.

Your focus effortlessly fell onto Bucky, sitting patiently on the arm of your couch. You were unsure as to why, but he looked 10 times better than he did before, causing your face to heat up, yet again.

“S-Sorry I took so long. I had to call Nat really quick,” You explained before taking his wet clothes and heading over to your dryer. Bucky’s gaze followed you, a grin on his lips.

“I mean, you did leave me sitting out here for an awfully long time, but I suppose all is forgiven since you’re doing my laundry for me,” He chuckled. “Thank you, by the way.”

You set the timer for 30 minutes and strolled back over to him. “It’s no problem, really.”

“I’ve got to make it up to you somehow,” Bucky pondered. “I can’t cook, so that’s out of the question. It’s raining, so I can’t take you anywhere…”

“Bucky, it’s fine,” You giggled, coming to sit next to him on your couch. “I don’t need compensation or anything.”

“How about a movie?” He declared, ignoring your protests. You sighed, though with an unwilling grin on your lips, and raised your eyebrows.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

“Not a chance,” Bucky quipped back, smirking. “You pick the movie and I am simply just here to enjoy it with you.”

Tearing you gaze away from him, you twisted your head to look at the television. You suppose it would be fair. Besides, you were totally counting this as a date.

“Okay, fine, I guess I’ll agree,” You said, patting the couch cushion next to you. Bucky rounded the couch and took his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face. You shook your head at the sight of it, swiveling so your back was resting against the arm of the couch and your feet were directly next to Bucky’s legs.

You selected a movie you thought you’d both enjoy—a cheesy romantic comedy—and settled into the couch.

You tried to pay attention to the film, really, you did, but as it went on and the silence between the pair of you grew louder, it was hard not to drown in your thoughts. Why did you choose this movie? You could have picked any movie on Netflix and you chose the one about a woman falling in love with a stranger. Was there a possibility that your subconscious selected it knowing that was exactly the position you were in?

Is Bucky wondering about the implications of this movie, too? He’d be a fool not to, right? God, what you’d give to have a peek inside his mind right now. He was probably weirded out by the fact that your feet were right next to him. Why did you sit like this? You could switch positions, but then that would definitely turn his attention back to you. You could—

“You’re doing it again,” Bucky spoke in a low, gravelly voice. You head whipped up and your eyes locked onto his, giving him a quizzical look. “You’re in your head making yourself nervous.”

You groaned almost inaudibly, biting the inside of your cheek. “Was it that obvious?”

“You weren’t even looking at the TV and you were fiddling with your fingers in your lap,” He stared at you sympathetically before reaching for the remote on the coffee table to pause the movie. “What’s got you so edgy?”

You thought about lying to him. It would certainly be easier, but how could you form a true bond based on lies?

“I don’t know, I just…” you let out a breath and shrugged, “…this isn’t normal for me. Normally, I’m more confident and I don’t give a rats ass what people think, but with you… I don’t know, you just make me nervous.”

“So, if I’m understanding right, you’re timid around me because you care of what I think about you…” Bucky clarified. You nodded shyly, going back to picking at the skin around your thumb. “Well, here’s what I think about you…”

“Oh, no, Bucky, that’s not what I—”

“Shh! I won’t take no for an answer,” He used your words against you, holding up his finger to stop you from interrupting. “You’re kind. One of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met, actually. I mean, who just lets a strange man into their apartment so that she can dry his clothes for him?”

“You’re not strange,” You laughed at his self-deprecating dig.

“You’re also funny. I’m stone cold sometimes, so it’s hard to make me laugh, but somehow you do it. I think part of it is the whole sheepish demeanor you have, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

You blushed for the millionth time and moved your head so he wouldn’t be able to see it as clearly as he would if you continued staring at him.

“I love your sense of style, too. Seriously, your socks are so cute! I love the little cherries,” Bucky joked, scratching at the fruit on the top of your foot with one finger. You spluttered a bit, covering that foot with the other to stop the ticklish sensation. Bucky quickly did it again, this time with all 5 fingers. You giggled and pulled both feet closer to yourself, heat creeping up your neck at the fact that the man you had a serious crush on now knew you were ticklish.

And by the devious look in his eyes, you could tell he was about to exploit it.

“And lastly,” Bucky said, gripping one of your ankles with his metal arm and tugging it towards him, “I love how ticklish you are!”

“No! Buhucky, WaHAHAIT!” You screeched as his fingers descended down onto your arch. You attempted to pull it from his vibranium grip with all your might, but it obviously didn’t work. “Nohoho fair! Yohou have suhuhuper strength!”

Bucky smiled at how your laughter pitched up once he got closer to the ball of your foot, so he refocused all his efforts there. “I think it’s very fair. This is definitely getting you out of your head!”

“Yohou jeHERK! NAHAHA!” Your struggle became more frantic as his fingers scribbled just underneath your toes. You hit the cushion of the couch to signal your need for air because words were definitely not easy to come by through your laughter.

Bucky relented immediately, releasing your ankle and twisting his body to face you. “Are you no longer nervous?”

You curled into yourself as you sent him a malicious glare, though it was absolutely non-threatening with a ticklish grin still on your face.

“Noho! Because now you know my secret and I’ll never live it down!” You shouted playfully. “Honestly, I do your laundry and this is the thanks I get?”

Bucky smirked. “Doll, I figured out this secret on the day we met. Now, where was that spot Nat got you that had you screaming, huh?” He lunged forward, latching his hands onto your thighs, squeezing them between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasped prior to letting out a squeak and falling into howling laughter. You batted your hands against his to push him away. “You wehehere lihistening?”

Bucky pinched his way up higher, hoping to find that weak spot on your hips. “Well, I mean it’s kind of hard to focus when there’s a tickle fight going on right outside the door,” He teased you, digging his thumbs into your hip bones. You squirmed underneath him, even though it was pointless. You weren’t getting out of this until Bucky decided to let you.

The ticklish shocks sent you into a state of euphoria, which was possibly why you didn’t immediately freak out at the fact that Bucky heard everything you said, meaning that he heard you say—or rather scream—that you liked him.

“Hmm, still not this one,” He commented, switching techniques as his hands found your belly, lighting scratching at the place between your side and navel. Your hands grabbed his wrists, but you made no serious moves to push him away. It wasn’t exceedingly unbearable and to be perfectly honest, you didn’t mind his hands all over you, tickling you senseless.

“Yohou’re nohohot gonna fihind it!” You taunted him back. He paused his attack and stared at you incredulously, baffled by the fact that you had the guts to be cheeky with him in such a precarious position. You took this second of reprieve to catch your breath, knowing he was nowhere near done with you.

“And what makes you think that?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not that ordinary of a place to be ticklish, I guess,” You shrugged, a self-satisfying smirk on your face. Bucky scoffed and laid his hands flat across your abdomen.

“Alright, here’s a deal. If I find it within the next 2 minutes, I get a dare. If I don’t, you get a dare,” He bargained. You took a second to wager your options. You were right; your weak spot wasn’t all too common, so you were a bit confident that you’d win this little game. The only question on your mind was ‘what is his angle here?’

“You want me to endure two whole minutes of torture just so you can dare me to do something?” You interrogated the soldier.

“Yes, but I promise to make my dare really good,” He winked. You locked eyes with him and saw the sincerity behind the playfulness. He was waiting for consent. He wouldn’t continue to seek out your weak spot without permission, which you found to be extremely sexy, because there’s nothing hotter than a man who respects boundaries.

How bad could it be, anyway?

“Fine, but just be prepared to lose, Barnes.”

Without responding, Bucky dove right back into tickling your belly, fluttering his fingers around the sensitive places that made your skin crawl. You fell back into giggles, thankful that he didn’t want to incapacitate you within the first few seconds.

Once he had his fun watching you squirm, he shot his hands up to the front of your ribs, causing you to jolt violently. All of your ribs were pretty ticklish, but some more than others.

“Ooh, did I find it already?” He asked teasingly, splaying his fingers wider and digging into the crevices of the bones. You screeched and clamped your elbows to your sides, hoping to block him.

“NOHOHOPE!” You yelled.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“TRUHUST ME! YOHOU’LL KNOHOHOW IF YOU FIHIND IT!”

Bellowing laughter ripped through you as Bucky pinched at your ribs. He was getting warm, but not warm enough, because he finally moved targets and slid his fingers into the hollows under your arms. The feeling of it caused you to yelp in surprise, but your cackles turned into belly laughter.

“Damn it,” Bucky hissed in frustration.

“Fohorty five seheconds,” You provoked him. He growled before jamming his thumbs into your upper ribs so that the rest of his fingers could wiggle against your back. “AHHHAHA!”

You pressed yourself farther into the couch cushions, hoping to stop his torturous fingers, but you only made it worse for yourself. His hands were trapped at the wretched spot now.

“Oh-ho-ho, what do we have here?” Bucky chuckled deviously, gliding his hands down an inch lower, making you jolt one last time before falling into silent laughter. “I win.”

You weakly swatted at his arms to get him to stop and he did without hesitation. He pulled his hands out from underneath you, grinning at you fondly. You hiccoughed a few times, still giggling intermittently, and covered your face with your hands to hide your utter embarrassment.

“You’re absolutely right, that is a very strange place to be ticklish,” Bucky stated once you calmed yourself. You groaned and he laughed at you. “That was very cute.”

“Shut up,” You snapped at him without any bite. “Go on, give me your dare.” You straightened yourself to sit upright on the sofa, waiting for the inevitable humiliating task.

You bit your lips in anticipation, suddenly very aware of how Bucky was looking at you.

“I dare you to kiss me,” He announced without an ounce of hesitation. It was matter-of-fact. He wasn’t asking, he was almost demanding, but you knew he wouldn’t force you to. “That day we met, I heard you and Nat in the hallway talking… and laughing. I heard you say that you liked me. Honestly, it was such a relief because I thought I was crazy for having those same feelings for you the second I laid eyes on you. So, I dare you to kiss me.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat, much like how it did that day in the gym. It was his confession back to you. It left you no doubt in your mind that he felt the same mutual connection. Then, your lips twisted into a smile as you leant forward to press a kiss to his.

Your skin automatically felt 10 degrees warmer than it had been a second ago as Bucky’s hand rested on the side of your face. You sighed happily into his mouth, relishing in this moment because God, how was this your life.

Bucky drew back once he’d had his fill and stroked his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered.

You drank the compliment as if it were a cup of cold water on a hot day; savoring it in every way possible. You brought your hand to rest on top of his and half-smiled.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?” You blinked, waiting for his answer.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, gazing admiringly into your eyes. “Before the day I met you, I would have said no.” He surged towards you, kissing you passionately once more, then pulled back to finish what he was saying. “But it definitely exists.”

“I think so, too,” You replied in a hushed voice. You pulled his hand away from your face, placing a small peck onto his palm before interlocking your fingers with his.

There would be days were you still might get nervous around Bucky. Hell, if he kissed you like that every day, then maybe your hands would never stop shaking. But now, as the feelings between the two of you were out in the open, you might feel confident every now and then.

Confident that Bucky loves you just as much as you love him.

part 2

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[valiantphantomangel]

hey! here’s a sentence starter for ya!! ik u wanna do ler!bucky&steve and lee!reader, so maybe they could like get mad at the reader for eating the last two cookies, and then chase them around and end up tickling them to pieces on the couch!! :D

sentence starter: “wait… steve, why are the last two cookies gone? did you eat them?”

Yes!!! I love this!!

Hope you like it💟

The cookie thief

"Wait... Steve, why are the last two cookie's gone, did you eat them?".

You were just about to walk into the common room with a cookie box in your hand when you heard bucky say that, quickly looking at the front of the box you saw in very clear letter's 'property of the super soldiers'.

Dammit why didn't I see that you cursed, taking the sugar from them was almost as serious when someone took Thor's pop tarts.

Looking for a good place to hide the evidence was a jacket from Clint hanging there. Perfect.

Hiding the box was a bit tricky since the stupid guy wore such thin jacket's but it worked.

Trying to act casually, you walked to the kitchen to get something to eat and sure enough double trouble was there.

"Hey guys" you said trying very hard not to let your voice crack.

"oh hey Y/N have you seen if anyone has taken out cookie box"? Steve said it like it was a war crime which made it even harder not to laugh.

"Now that you mention it, i did see Clint walking past me with a cookie box, but I'm not sure if it was yours".

By dumb luck you knew that no one was on a mission which came in handy when it was needed to blame someone.

The two super soldiers's speed walked away and a few minutes later Clint's bright laugh ring around in the compound, letting out a small laugh you opened the fridge, sneaking out a cola.

Sitting down on one of the many couche you zapped through the channel's until you found f/s (favorite show) and laid back in the couch cushions.

About two episodes later Steve and buck came in, when they sat on either side of you, panic started to set in.

"So did you find your sweets"? You innocently asked.

"Yes we did and found out something very interesting when we tortured Barton" bucky replied, with that very troubling smirk.

You swallowed, "Really"?

"When Barton was in need of a break he said something of quit importance, what was it again Steve"

"I believe it was "It was Y/N" he screamed it very loud, do you know why he would say that"?

"N no" damn why would I stutter now!!

"We think you do and besides" buck leaned forward and whispered in your ear "You have the crumbs on your hoodie".

Knowing that there wasn't a second to waste you jumped to your feet and made run for it.

The thundering of their footsteps was nerve wracking, a place to hide that it what you needed and fast.

Deciding that your closet was so obvious which made it the safest you hide there.

After about 10 minutes it was silent in the hallway, no footsteps, no whispering, no nothing.

The coast was clear.

Knowing that if you made it to the lab, thanks to your clearance, you could lock down the lab.

Getting out of the closet as quickly as possible, the journey to the lab began.

Sneaking was never one of your talents, but when it's needed everything becomes a talent, making the echo's of your footsteps silent and ducking away when there was another pair of footsteps, was doing very well.

The lab was right around the corner, you almost made it, almost.

"Well, well, well what do we have here" you jumped at the sound of Steve's voice, before you could even make a step you were trapped in a bear hug.

"Bucky, i got our little thief" he screamed and not a minute later mister smug face came around the corner.

Steve laced his hands in your ribs and a scream of laughter came over your lips, knees bucking from underneath you.

The stupid ass soldiers immediately pinned you down on your back and attacked your weak spots.

"AHHHHAHAHHAHAHA IMHIHIHI SORRY"

"What was that Y/N i didn't hear you" buck said blowing a raspberry on your tummy making you arch your back.

"I SAID IM SORRY AHHHHAHAHHAHAHA STOPPHHAHAHA"

"Look at you all cute and adorable" Steve said pinching your knees.

"I see you found her" said Clint from the doorway.

"Ah Barton would you like some revenge".

"HELP AHAHAHAHAHA" you screamed out hoping that he would have mercy.

"I dont really need revenge" and he walked away "But before you let her go make sure that she has all of her ribs" the grin in his voice was easily heard.

The one dead spot that only Clint knew was on the bottom ribs and the bastard basically just told them that.

"DAMNNHAHAHAHAHA YOU CLINTHIHIIH"

Your tormenters looked at each other and with out saying a word the duck into the bottom ribs.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA" the scream of laughter that came over your libs echoed through the halls.

After a few minutes of torture you fell into silent laughter and they let up.

"You good kid" buck asked, you only huffed in responsible causing the soldiers to laugh.

A pair of arms lifted you of the ground and carried you back to the common room, where the were watching Harry Potter.

They set you next to Thor who wharped a arm around you.

"What happend to you young one" he asked with a laugh.

"Stole some cookies didn't end well" you mumbled and the god let out a loud laugh.

"What did you do to her"? Nat asked

"She stole our cookies so we tickled the hell out of her" buck answered.

"Language".

Secretly you enjoyed every second of it and believe me the two assholes knew very well.

A/N yes finally finished this fic, it was the first time doing such a long fic but i believe it turned out okay.

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