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Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits Pt. 3
Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Read parts 1 and 2 first if you haven't!
Summary: Bucky took a bullet for you and your ungrateful attitude is exactly what will help end his unwanted attraction to you, his new roommate. Or at least he thought it would help, until he found out how pretty you look on your knees.
Warnings: profanity, teasing, alcohol consumption, mutual masturbation, hint of a size kink, blood, gunshot wounds, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 5.7k
A/N: According to @littlemiss-yeehaw, this is the filthiest thing I've ever written. Idk if I agree but it's a lil tiny bit filthy. Sorry for the long wait but I did NOT want to risk half-assing this chapter when I was so focused on getting through the 12 Days of Smut in December. Hope you all enjoy!
Pissed. That’s what you are in this moment, beyond pissed. You’re in the backseat of Sam’s car as he drives you and Bucky through the city, heading back to your apartment complex. He should be heading toward the nearest hospital but of course, the stubborn ass super soldier who you now call your roommate adamantly refused to go to the hospital after being shot.
“If I see so much as one drop of blood on my leather seats...” Sam threatens coldly, shooting Bucky a side-eye from the driver’s seat. You don’t even have to see his face to know that Bucky’s returning the calloused look. You let out an annoyed sigh as you start unbuckling the strap of one of your heels, your shimmery body glitter reflecting the mix of moonlight and streetlights streaming in from the windows. “And you,” Sam says, casting a glance in the rearview mirror and catching your gaze, “don’t get glitter all over my damn car.”
“I’d be getting glitter all over Elias Leveaux’s car right now if Bucky hadn’t inserted himself into my op.” You put extra emphasis on the word my, using the rearview mirror to look at Bucky’s stoic expression. He keeps his eyes trained on the road ahead, refusing to dignify you with even a brief darting of his eyes in your direction. After kicking off your heels and stuffing them in your duffel bag, you reach behind yourself to start undoing the back of your lacey corset top. Though it looks hot as fuck on you, it’s also uncomfortable as fuck and you’re not wearing it for a moment longer than you have to. Your breasts are one more snap away from spilling out of the top when Sam catches Bucky’s gaze drifting to the rearview mirror so briefly that he’s surprised he even noticed it. Sam’s quick to reach a hand up and tilt the mirror to point at the ceiling, shooting Bucky a disapproving look. He would’ve expected a man from Steve’s era to behave a little better than that. “What the hell were the three of you even doing there tonight? This was meant to be a solo op, I didn’t need any more backup than I already had.”
“Right, you’d be safely on your way to Leveaux’s house right now, wouldn’t you? Without a bullet wound in your head or your chest or wherever else?” Bucky seethes, growing more and more tired of your stubbornness. Do you not realize that it was a planned shooting? Someone knew Leveaux was going to be at the club tonight and they plotted it all ahead of time, aiming to either scare him into staying off of the streets of the city or maybe even aiming to kill him. It was going to happen regardless of how much backup you did or didn’t have tonight.
“You know, Bucky, you can’t say shit. You got yourself shot tonight. You should’ve stayed in the club.” As soon as the words leave your lips you feel a tinge of regret settling in the pit of your stomach. He got himself shot protecting you. He shielded you with his own body. He was observant of your surroundings, he saw the dark car slowly coming down the street with its windows halfway down, and his first move was to shove you against the wall and put his body between yours and the danger behind. He likely saved your life, yet you can’t find it within yourself to offer him even a measly thank you. He’s actually a little bit thankful for everything that happened after you left the stage earlier, because he was really starting to wonder how the hell he was going to find enough to dislike about you to keep his cock from getting hard every time you cross paths, which is way too often when you live together. But you acting like this? Acting like he did you a disservice by not only saving you from a hail of gunfire but also by saving you from going home with the most notorious arms dealer in the northern U.S? He thinks this ungrateful attitude of yours might cure him.
When the sound of your last corset fastener snapping open disturbs the short-lived silence in the car, Bucky clenches his teeth together. He wishes you would wait until you were home to change, but he also couldn’t stand knowing that you were sitting there in that fucking black lingerie set with nothing but another man’s coat covering your skin. Maybe he isn’t as cured as he thought.
“You should’ve called me Sam, you should’ve told me that you guys were going to be there tonight.” Your tone is a little softer as you slip on a black Calvin Klein bra and then pull your black sweater from earlier over it.
“Fury didn’t brief us until the last minute, I had no idea it was your op until it was too late to call you. You were already onsite.” Sam explains, trying to diffuse your anger a bit more. You sigh as you slide your black jeans over your legs and begin zipping and buttoning them closed.
“I’ve been waiting to get him alone for months.” You’re sulking. You put so much time and effort into tracking Leveaux’s every move, every hobby, every place he frequents. You know the man inside and out, and you knew this night was your only chance to get what you needed from him. You lift your right hand and massage your temples with your middle finger and thumb, feeling the start of a stress headache coming on.
“You’ll get another chance. He was pretty damn interested in you and what you had to offer.” Sam points out, fixing the rearview mirror back into its proper position and using it to make eye contact with you. He knows you work hard and that you’re good at your job, and he hates to see you so frustrated over one op being blown for reasons that were out of your control. As much as you want to blame Bucky, it wasn’t even his fault. However, you plan to hold a bit of a grudge regardless.
“Answer this one for me, when you were briefed, did Fury tell you that my cover name was the same as my real first name?” You ask, perking up in your seat a bit as you fish around in your bag for your socks. It’s freezing outside and you can barely feel your feet after wearing your heels out in such a low temperature.
“You really think I would’ve blown your cover unintentionally?” Bucky questions, his blue eyes boring into yours in the mirror. Clearly he takes offense at your insinuation. He might’ve inserted himself into your moment with Leveaux on a whim, but he isn’t reckless like you, he knew what he was doing outside the club. He was saving your ass. You stare right back at him, malice lighting your gaze on fire.
“You’re telling me you meant to do it on purpose?”
“Calm down, we knew your cover name was the same as your real name. Your cover wasn’t blown.” Sam interjects, trying his best to stomp out the flames of the fight that’s brewing between you and Bucky. His eyes leave the road for a moment as he casts a glance between the two of you, unable to ignore the growing tension in the car. “What the hell is up with you two? I’ve barely ever seen you guys interact, much less be at each other’s throats like you are right now. Am I missing something?”
“No.” You and Bucky speak the word in unison. The last few minutes of the car ride are taken in silence, no one daring to say another word as you and Bucky stew in your own anger and Sam focuses on avoiding patches of black ice in the road. You’ve almost forgotten that Bucky’s been shot, until you get out of the car in the parking garage and see the sizable, dark red wet patch smeared across the fabric covering his torso. He’s keeping his flesh hand held tight over the area, in an attempt to abate the blood loss. It looks a lot worse than he’s been making it seem, but you’d expect no less from someone so damn stubborn.
It only takes a couple of minutes to make it to your floor of the complex, and as soon as the elevator doors begin sliding open to let you both out, you can feel that urge somewhere deep inside, tugging at your conscience. You’re going to end up breaking out your first aid kit and using it on him. You can’t even argue with yourself, it’s what’s going to happen. It’s inevitable. Fuck your medical background and inherent need to take care of everyone but yourself.
Bucky’s planning to shower the blood off of his skin and maybe throw a couple of bandages over the entrance and exit wounds that he knows he’s sporting. That’s the most that he thinks he’ll need. He’s barely ever needed any more than a little wound cleansing and maybe some gauze here and there, he heals so quickly that first aid always been an unnecessary comfort. As he trails behind you down the hallway, watching the way you fiddle with the set of keys in your right hand, he wonders what you’re thinking now. He imagines you’re probably picturing yourself leaving him standing on the curb as you ride off into the dark of night with Elias Leveaux. Would you really have made it all the way to Leveaux’s house and let him put his hands on you? Would you have let him have you? All for a little bit of intel that you could probably gain in a much safer way? God, Bucky can’t stand you or the way you operate in the field. The next time Fury calls him in on anything related to you, he’s waving a white flag of surrender and saying hell no. He isn’t going to be tasked with sitting on the sidelines to watch as you let some criminal touch your ass and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Fuck that.
You deftly slide your key into the lock, turning it to the right before pushing the door handle down. When the door swings open, the darkness of your apartment greets you, mingling with an eerie silence. That’s another thing that you and Bucky don’t have in common. You always leave a light on when you go out, whether it’s a table lamp or the light above the stovetop in the kitchen, you hate coming home to darkness. But Bucky never leaves a light on. It’s like he’s allergic to all things cozy and comforting. You’re acutely aware of his presence behind you as you step into the apartment and stop in your tracks when he shuts the door behind you both. It’s dark, too dark. Of course, when you freeze right in front of him, Bucky’s next step sends him crashing into your back, which sends you nearly sprawling to the floor. He reaches out with his vibranium hand and grabs you by the elbow, steadying you quickly before letting go. It only takes him a second to figure out why you’ve stopped short, and he turns around to feel along the wall by the door until he hears the way the scratchy sound of the rough painted wall gives way to the smooth plastic covering of the light switch panel under his metal fingers. When he flicks the living room light on, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.
Bucky watches as you cross the living room and disappear down the hallway, making a left turn into your bedroom with your duffel bag in tow. Maybe he’s imagining it, but he swears he sees a trail of glitter and being sprinkled across the floor in your wake and cartoon-style steam billowing out of your ears. With you gone, he can finally think without a cloud of anger fogging up his thoughts. His first move is to turn on the lights in the kitchen and fish a cold beer out of the fridge. His second move is to lean back against the edge of the island and take a long sip of said beer as he gauges how much his gunshot wound hurts. Not that much. Listening to you give him shit over nothing was more painful than the bullet he took for you. God, you’re fucking infuriating. As much as he detests your presence here tonight, he still finds himself tuning an ear in your direction. He can hear you rummaging around in your room, presumably searching for something by the sounds of your sighs and various objects sliding across the carpet. For a second, his mind floats back to the first night you moved in. The soft moans and whimpers that fell from your mouth, quiet enough that he had to strain his ears to hear them but loud enough that he was able to fucking memorize them. His grip around the beer bottle tightens as he tries to focus on anything besides those sounds, anything besides the recurrent sighs traveling down the hall right now. What the hell are you even doing in there?
“Take off your shirt.” Your voice sounds out from down the hall, reaching Bucky’s ears and making him do a doubletake.
“Last time you saw me without one you asked why I never wear one.” Bucky points out, now he’s really wondering what you’re doing in your bedroom. He hears your socked feet pattering against the floor of the hallway just before you turn the corner and step into the kitchen. His eyes lock onto yours first, but then they quickly dart down to the compact, army green tactical bag in your hands. He recognizes it in an instant. “I think if I got myself shot, I can handle the wound care on my own, sweetheart.” Bucky throws your earlier words right back in your face. You narrow your eyes at him as you step up to the island and set the first aid bag just a few inches to his right. You’re silent as you unzip it and start pulling out a few supplies you’re sure you’ll need.
“Just take off your shirt and sit your ass on the island.” Your tone is really starting to convey how fed up you are with his shit. He thinks about arguing a little more, but he’s as ready to be done with you tonight as you are with him. He figures the fastest way to get this over with is to let you take a look at his wound and see how fast he’s already healing, and then you’ll leave him alone and you can go your separate ways for the night. So, Bucky turns and sets his now half-empty beer bottle on the island next to the first aid kit before grasping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He drops it on the floor by your feet, watching with poorly masked amusement as your eyes rake over his toned shoulders, his chest, the rippled muscles of his abs, and then… “God, you should’ve gone to the hospital, Bucky.”
Though the lighting in the kitchen is pretty good, Bucky being so tall casts a shadow over his lower body, making it hard to get an illuminated view of the bullet’s exit wound. Your hand lands on his vibranium shoulder without hesitation and you tug him forward and to the side, urging him to turn around. He complies, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your palm and fingertips brushing over the scars where vibranium meets tortured skin. It doesn’t hurt, in fact, he finds himself annoyed at how soothing your touch feels. He wants this whole thing over with. You lean over to examine the entrance wound on the side of his lower back as Bucky runs a hand through his hair and squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn’t look anywhere near as bad as the exit wound on his frontside, which is exactly what you’d expected. You don’t give Bucky any warning as you swipe a pre-soaked pad of iodine over his wound to clean it. You want to check for bullet fragments, to give him a few stitches and maybe even a shot of a local anesthetic, but you’re sure he’d rather take another bullet than let you do any of that. So, you simply clean the wound and fashion a secure, waterproof bandage over it. When you stand up again and tap his shoulder, he turns back around to face you, looking even more annoyed than before. He doesn’t make a move to sit on the island, so you let out a frustrated sigh as you do the only thing you can think to do, the thing that Bucky wishes you hadn’t done. You sink to your knees in front of him.
You notice the way he draws in a deep breath and casts a displeased glance down at you, his eyes narrowed and brow furrowed, but he doesn’t move a muscle otherwise. You look up at him just for a moment, taking in his cold expression and everything below it…the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, the way both of his hands are gripping the edge of the countertop, his beer long forgotten with you now on your knees. If you could hear his thoughts, you’d be hearing a chorus of not now, not now, not now as Bucky attempts to rationalize with his already-hardening cock. Bucky decides to give you thirty seconds to finish whatever the hell it is that you’re about to do down there before he pulls you up by your fucking hair. As if you can sense his short fuse, you get to work. Swiping the iodine pad over the significantly messier exit wound and then tearing open a packet of gauze with your teeth. You press a couple of the soft white squares against his still oozing wound and they quickly soak up the fresh blood, soaking through to your fingertips. Bucky’s wondering why you didn’t put on any gloves, aren’t people usually worried about catching some bloodborne illness when they do shit like this? The fact that his blood turning your fingertips red doesn’t even seem to bother you almost turns him on more. God, this is starting to feel a little bit too twisted. Bucky’s flesh hand moves on autopilot, his fingers coming to rest over yours as he applies more pressure to the wound and lets out a soft grunt at the pain. You let him hold your fingers there for a moment and you make the mistake of looking up at him again. Fuck. He can’t handle this. Bucky screws his eyes shut and tilts his head back a little, making sure when he opens his eyes again his only view will be of the ceiling above and not of you on your knees in front of him.
“Are you almost done?” He asks harshly, removing his hand from the top of yours and gripping the edge of the counter once more. You start fashioning another bandage out of gauze and medical tape as soon as his hand leaves yours.
“I would be if you’d sat on the island like I asked you to, you wanted to do this the hard way.” You retort. You can’t seem to get the tape in a good enough position, not with the waistband of his tactical pants in the way, so you take the initiative and curl two fingertips into them before tugging them down an inch. That one inch is enough to reveal the beginning of a v-line and your breath hitches in your throat. You’re suddenly all-too-aware of the compromising position you’re in. Even more than that, you’re aware of something you’d been completely oblivious to just a moment before: Bucky’s hard-on outlined through the fabric of his pants.
You’re frozen for a second too long and when you come to your senses once more, you look up to find Bucky staring down at you, his gaze a little less cold but every bit as intense. You decide that making eye contact with the man that you’re currently non-sexually on your knees for might not be the smartest move, so you’re quick to avert your gaze back to the task at hand. You’re able to get the bandage in the right place just fine after tugging his pants down an inch, and as soon as the tape sticks to his skin you rise to your feet. You’re the only thing standing between Bucky and the short walk to his bedroom door. You’re ready to collect your first aid kit and leave him standing in the kitchen to steep in his anger, but your mind can’t seem to get past the fact that he has a hard-on. He saw you staring at it too, and he simply stood there looking down at you, as if he was waiting to see how you’d respond to it. God, who the hell does he think he is? Crashing your solo op, taking a bullet for you like he’s some all-American hero, and then getting turned on by what? You giving him shit for it all?
Bucky’s waiting a bit impatiently for you to take your leave, for you to gather your medical supplies back into the little tactical bag and disappear into your bedroom for the rest of the night, leaving a trail of body glitter all over the kitchen and hallway. But instead of leaving, you’re standing in front of him, your eyes analyzing every twitch of the muscles along his jaw, every little move he makes with his eyes as he stares right back at you. Your boldness seems to intensify as you stand there taking in the sight of your roommate. You want the last word, and you want it to be something he’ll remember, so he doesn’t go screwing up your hard work ever again.
Leaning into Bucky’s space, you’re met with his intoxicatingly pleasant scent, he smells so uniquely like him. There isn’t any other way to describe it, it’s just Bucky. You brace your hands on the edge of the island on either side of him, your arms brushing against each of his as you rise up on your toes and position your lips so close to his ear that you could stick your tongue out and taste him if you wanted to. Fuck, you kind of want to. The thought only graces your mind for the briefest moment before you let your eyes flutter closed and focus on the anger you still feel bubbling up in your chest.
“Stay the fuck away from my solo ops.” You whisper softly but pointedly. Your bottom lip just barely grazes the shell of his ear as the last word leaves your mouth. That tiny, brief point of physical connection between the two of you is seemingly nothing, yet it sends a spark of electricity from your bottom lip all the way down to your toes.
Bucky’s form is rigid, trapped between you and the island, simultaneously hating and loving the position he’s been placed in. He wishes he only hated it. He wishes he could fist his hand in your hair and angle your head back until your neck is exposed to him like a blank canvas, ready for him to leave his mark. He wishes you would’ve locked yourself in your bedroom the moment you both got to the apartment, not even bothering to fish out your first aid kit and clean up his wounds. He wishes he’d never given you the idea to switch apartments with Vision, and yet, in this moment, his cock is harder than it’s ever been. That’s why when you let go of the island and turn away from Bucky, leaving your first aid kit on the countertop as you take the first step to leave the kitchen, Bucky reaches out and curls his hand tightly around your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks before using his grip to turn you back around to face him. In one swift motion, he tightens his hold even more and pulls you in until your chest is pressed against his and his warm breath is fanning across your face as he looks down at your widened eyes.
“I don’t take orders from people who don’t give a shit if they live or die.” Bucky spits, holding you against him for just a second after he’s spoken his piece, before dropping his hold on your arm and letting you stumble one step back. He expects you to maybe mutter something under your breath before stomping off to your room, annoyed that he didn’t let you have the last word, but you’re every bit as stubborn as he is. Every bit as stubborn and feeling like you have a leg up in the situation since you know what’s currently fighting to escape the confines of his tactical pants. A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as your eyes flit from his icy expression down to his waistband that sits right above the outline of his hard-on, and then back up to his eyes once more.
“Right, it’s probably bad form to take professional orders from someone you wanna fuck anyway.” When you say the word fuck, you let your eyes drift down to the front of his pants one final time, ensuring that he knows what led you to your choice of words. Now Bucky returns your smirk. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he shakes his head at you.
“That’s all adrenaline, sweetheart, nothing else.” His denial is both enraging and laughable. You tsk, closing the distance between the two of you one more time before reaching out with your right hand and letting the tips of your fingers, still tinged red with his blood, tap lightly over the center of his chest. He’s looking down at you, completely unable to force himself to look anywhere else, as you drag those fingers down his bare torso, so lightly that he feels goosebumps forming across the expanse of his skin. Your hand travels lower and lower, over the hills and valleys of his abs, ghosting over his navel, and down the thin trail of hair that leads straight to the thing you can’t stop thinking about. You let your fingertips skim over the fabric of his waistband just barely, just enough to really piss him off, and that’s when Bucky snatches your wrist away, his grip so tight that you’re sure it’ll leave a mark.
“Watch it.” He warns, with his eyes dark and narrowed as he casts you a disapproving yet sinful glance. You feel your bloodflow splitting in two directions, half of it rushing up to color your cheeks and the other have rushing down to pool low in your stomach, sending heat swirling between your legs. You swallow thickly. What the hell? Your body is clearly loving the way he’s talking to you and it’s pissing you off. You’re learning that you’re attracted to men with the unhealthiest of attitudes, and Bucky’s currently rising to the top of the unhealthy-attitude-yet-hot-as-fuck mental list that you’re keeping. He’s actually the only person on it. He just invented the list for you, in this moment, when he told you to watch it.
“I think I heard a button snap there, soldier.” You tease, letting your eyes flit down to the waistband of his pants again. Bucky’s jaw ticks as he flicks your wrist away from him and tries to ignore the new nickname you’ve decided to test out. How do you make such a common, simple title sound so damn filthy? Bucky thinks you could’ve actually heard the button of his tactical pants snap open, considering the way his cock has been twitching every time you open your mouth. He decides the only way for him to get out of this is to let you have the last word, so he stands there in silence as you study his tense face. He so badly wants to say something back, to anger you every bit as much as you’ve angered him tonight, but he knows how stubborn you are and every word he breathes will only keep you here in front of him longer. His tactic works like a charm and he watches with bated breath as you step away from him and take a few steps toward the hallway. You stop short right before disappearing behind the wall, looking over your shoulder and making eye contact with Bucky one final time.
“Let me know if you need any help with all of that uh…” You wave your hand around in the air as you refer to Bucky’s hard-on, with a near-permanent smirk plastered on your face. “Adrenaline. It’s the least I can do.”
Bucky’s left alone in the kitchen at last. He thought he’d feel instant relief once you left, but he doesn’t. He feels like he has a damn loaded gun tucked in the front of his pants. Let me know if you need any help? It’s the least I can do? Bucky has no doubt that you were simply being a sarcastic pain in his ass, but still. Your words were laced with innuendo and the sexual tension in the room was so thick that he could barely breathe. He is so beyond fucked.
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The softest, sweetest little hum escapes your lips as your right hand moves of its own volition. The back of your hand feels the fabric of your cotton panties, which are a little bit damp even after you showered and changed into a fresh pair. The pads of your fingers are sliding back and forth along your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it around, dragging closer and closer to your entrance with each downward sweep. When you let the tip of your middle finger dip down and inward, just barely entering where you’ve been feeling an empty sort of ache for the past hour, the steady string of hums and soft pants that were leaving your lips before become whispered moans. This is exactly what you needed.
Bucky’s fist is wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock as he gives it torturously slow strokes from the base to the tip, prolonging his pleasure as long as he possibly can. He closes his eyes and instantly recalls the mental image of you on your knees at his feet, gazing up at him like you being in that position for him wasn’t at all out of the ordinary.
“Fuck.” Bucky groans lowly, speeding up the work of his right hand as his head presses back harder into his pillow. It’s burned into his eyelids, the image of you on your knees. It’s burned into his eyelids and he fears he’ll never be able to forget it. His brain takes the image and adds to it, evolving it to include your hands sliding up the fronts of his thighs and adding a flash of hunger behind your eyes. He gets far too close to finishing himself off too soon when he imagines you tugging on the waistband of his pants just like you did earlier, but enough to free his cock right there in front of you. God, he knows he’s well-endowed, but he can just picture how much bigger his dick would look if your hand was wrapped around it instead of his own. Another groan rumbles past his lips, louder this time, as he starts to lose a little bit of his self-control.
Bucky. His name is swirling around your mind for two reasons now. The first being that you’re touching yourself because of him. Because of the way he looked at you, talked to you, because of the way he pissed you off. You slowly pull two fingers out of your pussy and drag them upwards until you reach your clit, beginning to stimulate it a little too excitedly as the second reason presents itself again. He groans. Bucky Barnes groans for the second time. The first time that you heard it a few seconds ago you assumed he was rolling over in bed or maybe he accidentally laid in a way that aggravated his wounds from earlier tonight. But the second time you heard it you had no doubt about what he was doing. It has to be exactly what you’re doing, and you’re fucking thrilled. You know it isn’t the most honest or decent way to reach an orgasm, but hell, if he’s going to be so damn vocal with such thin walls, how can you resist? So, you rub circles against your clit, letting hushed pants and moans fall freely from your lips now, sure that Bucky’s too engaged in his own arousal to hear you.
You sound like a fucking goddess. Bucky doesn’t even take a moment to feel guilty, no, he only picks up the speed with which he’s desperately tugging on his cock to get to his release. A thin sheen of sweat has formed across his brow and his chest is burning with a mix of desire and near-hyperventilation as he touches himself and listens to the sinful sounds coming from across the hall. All cares have been thrown aside as yet another loud curse is torn out of him, and then an equally loud, provocative moan is returned from your room. That’s when Bucky’s eyes snap open and his thumb glides over the slit of his cock where precum has been steadily leaking out since your dangerous kitchen encounter earlier. If he’s being honest with himself, his dick has been leaking precum since you took the stage at the club earlier tonight. As the two of you exchange moans and broken swears through the walls, neither of you using an ounce of rational thinking, you race toward your separate releases simultaneously. When Bucky finally feels his balls tightening and his cock twitching against the palm of his tiring hand, his release comes at the sound of your final audible sentence of the night.
“Fuck, I’m cumming.”
You always get the last word.
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Giving In
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔
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Rescue by Lauren Daigle
Summary: Natasha doesn’t have a lot of regrets, everything she’s done in her life has gotten her to where she is now. An Avenger, a hero to young girls, and trying to remove some red from her ledger. But the one thing she does regret is giving you up. But when a word gets out that you are in trouble, she will come to rescue you.
Pairings: Natasha x Maria, Natasha x Maria x daughter!reader, past Natasha x Bucky
Warning: gun shot violence, implied rape, death, cannon typical violence, gambling, the reader needs a hug but so does Natasha
Word count: 7.1 k
“Mail call,” Wanda said, walking into the common area with a few pieces of mail in her hand.
“Who the hell gets paper mail?” Tony asked, pouring coffee into his mug.
“Some of us like to do things without technology,” Steve said as Wanda handed him the newspaper. Tony looked at the super soldier with disbelief. It was rare that the Avengers got mail but each one had specific memberships. Vision received a copy of the newest National Geographic and Pietro got Sports Illustrated. Sometimes Sam received a letter from his service buddies and Steve always got the newspaper, he did take the comics out for Peter. As Wanda handed out the mail, Natasha waited with bated breath to see if she received a letter. It was rare but she was excited nonetheless. The Sokovian smiled at the Black Widow and handed her a letter. It was addressed the same way, her name and her current address with no return.
“Thank you,” the Black Widow said, leaving her unfinished lunch on the table and heading for her room. She barely heard Tony question her odd behavior but she didn’t care. When she was safe behind her bedroom door, she opened the envelope. There was a single picture of a young girl with fiery red hair standing at a picnic table. A birthday cake was lit and presents stayed unwrapped around you. Natasha smiled, moving her finger across your face. Her daughter, whom she only got to hold once on the day she was born. When she defected to SHIELD, she gave up for you to live a normal and safe life. But she was promised that you would go to a good family and on birthdays Natasha would receive a photo. The most important thing was if there was any sign of trouble she would be called in.
“It’s about that time of year,” Maria appeared at her door. “Did you get a photo?” Natasha nodded as her girlfriend sat down next to her. Not counting the agent, four other people knew of your existence. Maria was one of them but not even the Deputy Direction knew of your true location to keep you safe. The agent gently took the picture and smiled.
“She’s spoiled rotten,” Maria teased. The Black Widow chuckled, letting her head fall onto Maria’s shoulder. It was times like this that Natasha questioned if she made the right choice. She wished she could be there for birthdays and every school accomplishment. Maria kissed her head. “I know, baby, I know.”
*
“Miss. Romanoff,” FRIDAY said. Natasha stopped her assault on the sandbag. “Your presence is being requested in the conference room.”
“Do I have time to shower?”
“No, Director Fury said it’s urgent,” it was never a good sign when Fury was involved. She quickly grabbed her water off the floor and headed for the conference room. When she entered, Fury and Maria were standing by a screen and her sister and Clint were sitting at the table. Oh, she did not have a good feeling about this.
“What’s going on?” She asked, not bothering to sit down.
“Does the Winter Soldier mean anything to you?” Of course, it did. He was one of her trainers in the Red Room but also the father of her daughter. In hindsight it was the perfect companionship; one of the Red Room’s best assassins and HYDRA’s most feared weapon. Their child would be the ultimate fighter but they didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah,” Natasha said, crossing her arms. “He’s credited for over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.”
“So, he’s a ghost story?” Clint questioned. She shook her head.
“I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff,” she said, remembering every part of that day. “I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I covered my engineer, so he shot him straight through me,” it was heartbreaking as she stared into the eyes of a man she once knew but there was no recognition in his eyes. She lifted her shirt, revealing a bullet wound on her stomach. “A Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis.”
“Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now,” Maria sarcastically said. Natasha smirked.
“Ew,” Yelena said. “He was also a trainer in the Red Room. Before my time but the guards would talk.”
“Why are we here, Fury?” Clint asked. Natasha was wondering the same thing.
“We picked up chatter that was concerning,” he nodded to Maria, who pulled up a recording and played it. The audio was all static and it was hard to hear but Natasha could make out two distinct voices and they said your name and the Winter Soldier.
“Send me there now,” she said. The audio was still playing and Maria quickly stopped it.
“Nat..”
“Don’t ‘Na’t me,” Natasha cut her girlfriend off. “When I gave her up I asked for two things; a picture once or twice a year and to be notified if she’s in danger. In return, I’d never reach out to her.”
“We need you here to run point and we are going to send Belova and Barton to look after her,” Fury instructed.
“Like hell, you are,” Natasha was slowly losing her composure. “She’s my daughter.”
“You don’t have any claim to her,” Natasha’s jaw clenched. Fury sighed. “Can I please speak with Romanoff alone?” Each one of her closest acquaintances left the room and tried to reassure her in their way but she ignored everyone. Her eyes never left the man. When the door closed, Fury sighed again.
“Natasha..”
“Don’t Nick,” she said, walking over to the man. “Don’t say another word because I’m very close to throwing you through a wall,” Fury smirked.
“I’m trying to look after you,” he said. “Your name was mentioned. It could be a trap.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “She’s my daughter even if you don’t think she is,” she saw the smallest clench of his jaw. “I hear her SOS. I will never stop marching toward her. So I’m going. You can’t stop me.” He thought about it.
“Fine,” he relented. “But Maria is coming with you as your backup.”
“Clint will run point and I want Yelena on standby if we need it.” He nodded.
“What do we tell the team?” She wasn’t sure. For the longest time, she’s kept your existence a secret to ensure your safety. But now it may have been all for tonight. No, she couldn’t think like that. You were going to be fine.
“The truth,” she said. “It’s time they know.”
*
“Hurry up,” your best friend called out. You giggled, running over to her. She climbed up to do the monkey bars.
“You got this Sarah,” you cheered as her arms began to shake when she reached halfway. She fell to the ground unable to go the entire way. “Nice try,” you smiled, beginning your turn. You liked the challenge of the monkey bars, the burn of your arms and hands. Unlike Sarah, you didn’t feel your arms shake and you made it all the way across. Sarah rolled her eyes.
“No fair,” she pouted. “How are you so strong?” You shrugged. It was a mystery to you and something you attributed to your biological parents. In PE class, you learned to hold yourself back even though you could beat all the kids in your class. No one wanted to be friends with the abnormally strong girl.
“I don’t know,” you said.
“Come push me on the swings,” Well besides Sarah, she didn’t care that you were stronger than her and she used it to her advantage. You smiled, running after her. She jumped onto the empty swing and you began to push her. It wasn’t long before your mind began to wander as you looked around the park. There was a small party at the pavilion and a small-sided soccer game. A few black vans were parked on the far side. You found your parents sitting at a bench speaking with a man you knew well. Agent Cruise. He was present at every birthday party and family gathering. According to your mom, he was the one that found you when your birth mother abandoned you. Why was he here?
“I’ll be right back,” you told Sarah and walked over to the trio. Agent Cruise saw you right away, a smile on his face.
“Hi firecracker,” he held out his fist and you pumped it three times then gave him a side hug.
“What are you doing here?” You asked him.
“I was in the area and I thought I’d say hi to the family.” That was a lie but you didn’t question it. If he was lying for a reason, it had to be a good one.
“Everything is fine, sweetheart,” your mom said. “Go back and play with Sarah.”
“Okay, love you guys,” you turned around to go back to the playground but a gunshot froze you in your spot. It was a sound you heard on TV and in movies and never expected to hear it in real life. A body crashed into yours pushing you into the ground as another shot went off.
“W-Will,” you stuttered.
“Eyes on me, okay?” You nodded, staring into his brown eyes. “My car isn’t far. I need you to run and I’ll cover you.”
“What about -” Your eyes found your parents, slumped against each other and blood pouring from a single shot in their head. “No,” you whispered, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes but you didn’t let them fall.
“Firecracker, run,” he got off of you and began to fire. You scrambled to your feet as he shot at a man walking towards you. His bullets made him take cover but you locked eyes with him. They were blue, similar to the color of your own eyes. His brown hair was shoulder length and half of his face was covered with a mask. But the most striking feature about him was his metal arm that shone under the California sun.
Finding his car wasn’t hard and it was unlocked when you opened the backseat. You slammed the doors closed and tried to calm your racing heart. You mimicked the breathing technique your dad would do. Breathe in for 5 seconds and hold it for 5. In for 5 seconds and out for 5. Soon your heart rate calmed down but your eyes burned with unshed tears. They died, killed right in front of you. You heard voices outside the car and you covered your mouth to keep quiet. His windows were tinted so they couldn’t see in but they would be able to hear you.
More gunshots and yelling made you yelp and the silhouettes of the men outside disappeared. You removed your hand and listened outside. Soon the car door swung open. You bite back a scream that almost left your lips. “Hey, it’s okay,” you weren’t expecting a woman with red hair and green eyes wearing a black tactical suit. You knew her. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, and Avenger. “You're safe but I need you to come with me,” you stayed frozen, staring at the woman in front of you. “Look, we are running out of time. Please come with me.” She held out her hand and you took it, hoping you could trust her.
*
This wasn’t how Natasha wanted to meet you. She had so many other ways that didn’t involve your adoptive parents murdered and an assassin who happens to be your biological father hunting you. Nothing was easy for the Black Widow. “Put this on,” she handed you a helmet. “Get on,” she got on the motorcycle and she felt you get on behind her, hesitant arms wrapping around her waist. Natasha kicked up the kickstand and the engine came to life. “I got her,” she said over the comms.
“Well, you got company,” Maria said. Natasha looked behind her and saw 3 vans turning down the street; they were one and the Winter Soldier handing out the window with an AK-47. “Stick to the side streets,” she continued. “I’ll get you both back safely.” Natasha trusted Maria to do just that and started to drive.
“You have to trust me, okay? When I lean, you lean,” Natasha said over the wind. “If you don’t, they will catch us and kill you.” She wasn’t sure if you heard her until she felt your head and squeezed her waist.
“Take your next right,” Natasha let out a shaky breath and turned right. Your body leaned with hers. Okay, the Black Widow thought, maybe they’d get through this.
*
The motorcycle stopped and you took off the helmet. You were in an alley between 2 apartment buildings. The Black Widow got off and helped you down, your legs shook and were a little unsteady. “Come on,” she said, leading you to a door. “We can rest soon.” She opened the door and led you up 2 flights of stairs. The redhead stopped at a door, room 324, and knocked three times. It took a minute for the door to open. In front of you was a woman with black hair, pulled back into a bun. Her brown eyes were sharp but they landed on Natasha and they softened.
“Glad you're alive,” she said, stepping out of the way. You hesitated but followed the Black Widow inside the apartment.
“Did you have that little faith?” Natasha teased sitting on the couch. You could see the tension leave her body.
“What the heck is going on?” You asked. “I just watched my parents die in front of me, a mystery man with a metal man was chasing me, and an Avenger shows up,” you looked at the other woman. “I have no idea who you are or what is going on.”
“I’m Maria,” she waved, sitting down next to Natasha. It was nice to have her name but that did not answer any of your questions.
“We can’t tell you everything right now but you're safe here,” Natasha said. You stared at the redhead, the color so similar to your own. Now that you looked at the Avenger you saw a lot of your features in her.
“How can I feel safe when you won’t tell me the truth?” Her green eyes locked onto your blue ones and she looked away.
“We can’t,” she said. “Not right now.” Your jaw clenched.
“We may be here for a while,” Maria said, standing up. “I’ll show you to your room.” You continued to stare at the Black Widow, wanting her to look at you or wanting to grab her by her shoulders and yell - ‘are you my mother?’ but she wouldn’t look at you. You sighed, following Maria.
“Here you go,” it was a simple room. A bed pushed up in the corner, no TV or posters of any kind. It was a stark contrast to your room. “I know this isn’t ideal,” you skimmed your hand over the bedsheets. “But we will keep you safe.” You looked at Maria.
“She’s my mom, right?” Maria had an excellent poker face but it was a game you’ve been playing since you could talk. She was surprised by your statement so there were a few ways she could go about this; lie, tell the truth, or deflect. You were leaning towards deflection.
“There are take-out menus on the fridge, figure out what you want to eat.” Deflection. It was the easiest way, to tell the truth without betraying someone’s trust.
“Right,” you sat down on the bed. “Thanks.” She nodded.
“Come find us if you need anything,” you didn’t respond as she closed the door. You leaned against the wall, looking out the window to the street down below. People were going about their day unaware of how your life was altered forever.
*
“How is she?” Clint asked over the computer. They just finished a meeting with the rest of the team back in New York to come up with the next phase of the plan. She ignored Tony's thousand and one questions regarding you. Overall he seemed hurt she never told him, since ‘we’ve been through so much together.’ Natasha felt bad, they were her team, her family but sometimes the thought of you hurt too much. But a plan was made which consisted of you, Maria, and Natasha to head to Norway to lay low while the rest of the teams tracked and captured the Winter Soldier. Easier said than done. Now she was only talking with Yelena and Clint while Maria tried to get you to eat.
“She’s quiet,” Natasha knew that was to be expected. “She hasn’t said anything since Maria showed her to her room.”
“Does she know?” Yelena asked. Natasha sighed, nodding her head.
“Yeah, she asked Maria but she didn’t give her a yes or now,” You were smart, maybe a little too smart. “But I haven’t told her.”
“Are you going to?”
“Do we know how they found her?” Natasha deflected. She didn’t have an answer to Yelena’s question. Clint nodded.
“Her adoptive father got into some gambling debts,” he said. “Ripped off the wrong people.”
“But why go after her?” Yelena questioned. “Why do they want her alive?” Now Natasha knew that answer. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Her biological father is the Winter Soldier,” she told them. “That is why they are after her. If she falls into the wrong hands, she could be an unstoppable weapon.”
*
You couldn’t sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you saw the metal man with a gun and your parents dead at your feet. Natasha came into your room to tell you that all three of you would be leaving bright and early and to try to get some sleep. You didn’t respond as she left saying goodnight. So you lay awake, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, you sighed and stood up leaving your small room to venture into the rest of the apartment. The other bedroom was on the opposite side of the apartment but you tried to be quiet as you went through the bare kitchen. In the last drawer you opened, you found what you were looking for. A single deck of cards. You grabbed it and sat down at the dining room table. Game night was common practice that took place with you and your parents almost every night. At a young age, they taught you poker, blackjack, pitch, rummy, and spades. You never left home without a deck of cards as a simple game of poker square or solitaire could calm your racing mind. So, you set up a poker square game. It was a game of strategy, patience, and a little bit of luck unless you could count cards. Another skill your parents taught you. “Couldn’t sleep?” The Black Widow questioned. You didn’t answer, glancing up at the redhead as she got two bottles of water and sat across from you. “What are you playing?”
“Poker,” you answered.
“Poker? Aren’t you a little young to know how to play poker?” You rolled your eyes. It was the same thing said to you by every adult when they found out you could play.
“Poker isn’t just a way to gamble all the money in your pocket,” you didn’t look away from the cards. “It can teach you emotional stability in changing situations, to think analytically, and how to read people. But also how to be deceptive, you have to make everyone believe you have something in your hand when in reality you have something else,” Finally, you looked up at the Black Widow. “You’d be good at it. Your poker face is shit though.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know I thought about you all the time,” you went back to your game. “It kept me up some nights questioning why my mother gave me up. Maybe I wasn’t good enough or a mistake or she didn’t love me,” a glance up and you saw everything you needed in her eyes. They softened as her other facial features stayed stoic.
“Not your mom, kid,” she lied.
“From an emotional standpoint, sure, you aren’t. But biologically, I know I share your DNA,” you flipped the last card, placing it in the final spot. Taking a moment to look over how you did, you gathered up the cards again. “Shit poker face remember. It’s all in your eyes, they give too much away,” you shuffled the cards and began to play again. “Not that it’s a bad thing,” you added quickly, not wanting to offend the woman sitting across from you. “Just surprising,” you took a sip of water she gave you. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go for it,” she said. “You can ask but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” Her smirk mirrored your own.
“Say we don’t share any biological relation, why would the Avengers come and save me?” You began to play again. “I'm nobody,” you said. “It would probably cost less to have them kill me,” you saw her flinch slightly at your blunt comment.
“You're not the only one he’s after,” you looked up at her.
“Why?” You questioned.
“I don’t know,” she answered. You hummed, nodding your head.
“First time you were honest with me,” you cleaned up the cards. “Goodnight, Natasha,” you took the cards and the water bottle.
“Night, kid,” her voice followed you to the room. When the door closed, you rested your back against it. Your poker face was failing. You felt the cracks. Letting out a shaky breath, you pulled back the covers and climbed in. You were surprised at how quickly you fell asleep.
*
Norway was beautiful. It was your first time leaving the country. You sat in the backseat of the white car with Maria in the passenger seat and Natasha was driving. You stayed quiet, playing with the charm around your neck. It was a turtle dove, a Christmas gift from Agent Cruise, who had a matching charm. You wondered if he was okay. Maria tried to make conversation asking about your likes and dislikes. You kept your answers short. Natasha drove through a dirt road through the woods and when the car emerged you saw a camper in the middle of a clearing. The driver's side window was down and you heard water. There was nothing for miles around. “It’s not much but we’ll stay safe,” Natasha said, parking the car. Maria got out and opened your door for you to get out. The wind caused goosebumps to form on your skin as you followed the couple.
The camper was simple, a couch that faced a small TV and a kitchen. Natasha walked towards the main bedroom, passing a bathroom. When she opened the bedroom door, there was a man fast asleep on top of the bed. The Black Widow hit the man on his foot, who jerked awake. “You're in our bed.”
“I’m..I’m not even under the covers,” he sat up, looking at Maria then you. “You're new. Who are you?” His voice was laced with a British accent.
“I’m not telling you,” you said, not missing the way Natasha smiled at you.
“Did you get everything on my list?” Natasha asked, walking back into the main part of the camper. You sat down on the couch as the three adults stood around the kitchen countertop.
“Got passports, entry visas, and a couple of local driver’s licenses,” he handed the couple a white envelope. “There is a generator outside. It’s petrol-powered and the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks,” he spun around, leaning against the counter. He was looking at you. “You’ll have to haul your rubbish into town. It’s about a 20-minute drive,” he continued. Finally, you couldn’t help but stare at him.
“Can I help you?” You questioned. He smiled.
“No, just looking,” you rolled your eyes.
“Take a picture and it’ll last longer,” you mumbled, standing up and leaving the camper. You followed the sound of running water to a small stream. You sat on the bank and got lost in the water.
*
“She’s a spitfire,” Mason said, turning to face the couple. Maria picked up the envelope on the counter and hit his arm. “Ow, what was that for?” He rubbed the spot that was just hit.
“Leave her alone,” Maria said. “You're lucky I hit you and she didn’t.” Mason rolled his eyes.
“Does she know?’ He questioned. “She must, right?” Natasha walked over to the window and watched you. You were kneeling by the steam’s edge. “I mean it’s like I’m seeing double.” Mason continued.
“She does,” Natasha whispered. “Not sure how she feels about it.”
“Have you asked?” He asked, standing behind her. The Black Widow shook her head.
“She’s been through a lot. I don’t want to add more to it.”
*
The three of you fell into a routine. You slept on the pullout couch while Maria and Natasha were in the main bedroom. By the time the Black Widow was up for her morning run, you were up playing with the deck of cards you brought from the apartment. Maria would cook breakfast and the two Avengers spent the majority of the day doing Avenger duties, trying to help their teammates in any way. While they were doing that, you explored the surrounding woods and walked up and down the creek. When they needed to go into town, you went with them and a movie to end the night. Repeat. Repeat. And repeat. The repetition of the days wasn’t bothering you but the lack of conversation with the Black Widow was driving you insane. Maria was making an effort and you enjoyed talking and playing cards with her. Every time Maria invited Natasha but she would turn her down, coming up with a bullshit excuse. You knew what she was doing. She was building a wall between you and her. It would be fine if you didn’t catch her longing looks at you or hear Maria and Natasha fight one night when they thought you were asleep. Maria called her girlfriend out on her stand-offish behavior and Natasha claimed it was better off this way, it was only temporary.
Temporary. You were only a mission. Once the metal-armed man was dealt with you would go back home. But where was home? The only parents you knew were dead, no one spoke about Agent Cruise, and you were beginning to feel safe with the couple. Even though Natasha’s behavior was upsetting you. You wanted her to acknowledge you so were going to push her buttons.
*
She just got off a meeting with the other Avengers and you heard the last of it as you came back into the camper for some water. The man disappeared. There were no signs of him. Natasha sighed, closing her laptop. You stared at the Black Widow from the kitchen, finished the glass of water, and placed it on the counter. “I want to go home,” you suddenly said. Her head snapped to you, you thought she was going to give herself whiplash. “They said he’s gone so it’s safe for me to go home.”
“And where are you going to go?” She questioned. Your jaw clenched.
“Anywhere is better than here,” you mumbled, ignoring the flash of hurt across Natasha’s face and walking back outside. You heard Natasha behind you.
“You know if you go back to the States he’ll kill you,” you stopped. “That is what he’s waiting for you. He will find you and kill you.”
“Then use me as bait,” you turned to face her. “Have the Avengers stand guard, he’ll come, you’ll play hero, and we’ll go our separate ways.”
“That’s not happening,” her face was hard to read, not even you could read her eyes. She had been practicing. Shit. “Even if I thought that was a good idea, which it isn’t. You aren’t ready,” you heard a car pull up as Maria returned from a quick trip to the store. “You have no idea how to survive in this world. It will chew you up and spit you out.”
“I hate you,” you said, tears swelling in her eyes. You couldn’t help it. Natasha shook her head.
“No, you don’t. Shit poker face. Your eyes give away too much,” repeated the same thing you said to her. “Not that it’s bad, just surprising.”
“Screw you,” you snapped and ran towards the woods, ignoring Maria calling your name.
*
“Do I even want to know what happened?” Maria asked. Natasha put her hands on her hips and looked down at the grass.
“She wants to go home and I told her that as soon as she sets foot into the States he’ll kill her,” she sighed. “She said we could use her as bait and I may have said some other hurtful things.” Natasha heard her girlfriend sigh and walk over to her. With gentle hands, she lifted Natasha’s head to force her to look up. Green eyes stared into warm brown ones.
“Why are you pushing her away, my love?” Maria whispered, gently pushing away a tear. Natasha didn’t realize she was crying.
“This won’t last,” Natasha whispered. “Once she’s safe she’ll go back to a new family and I’ll never see her again. I can’t,” she cleared her throat. “I can’t handle growing close to her and then having her ripped away from me,” Maria brought her into a hug, cradling her head. Natasha felt her fingers run through her hair. Maria’s steady heartbeat helped the Black Widow’s heart calm down. Maria smelt like sandalwood and rain but it reminded Natasha of home. Maria stepped back, keeping her arms wrapped around her.
“But wouldn’t a little pain be worth it so you experience having her now as you’ve always dreamt about,” Maria pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “Love her now because you have the chance to.” Natasha let out a shaky breath.
“I love you,” the Russian whispered. “I don’t think I could do this without you.” Maria kissed her softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby, I’m right here.”
*
“Kid,” you spun around to see the Black Widow behind you. You weren’t surprised she found you on a small rock near the stream’s edge. “You said you want to go home fine but I’m going to train you.”
“Train?” You questioned.
“Yes,” she crossed her arms. “Once word gets out who you are, that man won’t be the only one after you. I was right when I said you won’t survive this world so I’m going to make sure you can. I won’t always be around to save you,” she added on quickly. Her statement made your stomach drop but there was a crack in her pocket face. She was lying.
“Okay,” you whispered, instead of calling her out on it.
“Okay,” Natasha repeated. “Come on, Maria is cooking enchiladas.” You stood up, wiping the dirt off your pants, and followed the Black Widow back to the camper.
*
Training started the following morning. You were up when Natasha went for her run and you joined her. It's been a while since you had to use your full speed to catch up with someone. Natasha was a lot faster than your 5th-grade classmates. After you ran, it was a quick breakfast then strength training and hand-to-hand combat. Maria would stop the two of you for lunch then it was weapon training. That was your favorite. Instead of nightly movies, you spent your time watching fight sequences and going over old mission reports to enhance your battle strategy.
It has hard and back-breaking work but you loved it. It reminded you of when your dad would take you to his poker games and gave you the job of reading his opponents. No one expected a little girl to have a better poker face than a 40-year-old man. Even though Natasha was yelling orders at you, it was the closest you felt to the Black Widow. Was it the healthiest way to bond with the mother that abandoned you? No, but she and Maria were all you had. You liked the proud smile Natasha tried to hide when you did something well or Maria’s gentle hands to help clean the cuts and bruises you received from the day’s training. It was nice, you felt like a family no matter how grueling the training sessions were.
*
“You're holding back,” Natasha said. You were sparing with the Black Widow with Maria off to the side, watching. You were exhausted. The couple already put you through a 5-mile run and intense strength training. Natasha promised this was the last thing for the day if you managed to pin her. Easier said than done. “Come on, kid, push.”
“I’m trying,” you said, putting your hands over your head, trying to get more air in your lungs.
“When you're tired this is how you grow and learn. Now come get me,” you rushed her but Natasha grabbed your arm and threw you back to the ground. You groaned, staring up at the blue sky. “Come on get up. Do you think he’ll or anyone will let you have a break?” You huffed and stood back up. “This is how you survive. You get knocked down 100 times and you keep getting up because if you don’t you will die.” You sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Think and breathe. Think and breathe. It was like a game of poker. You had to make her think you were going to do something then change your attack. Who knew your parents were training you to be an Avenger? Natasha said you were holding back so you weren’t going to. You sighed, bouncing on your toes, and sprinted towards her. She expected it since it was the same move you went for prior but when she went to grab your arm, you grabbed her and twisted it behind her back. She was quick to escape and you jumped back, creating distance between you and her. There was a smile dancing on her lips but you ignored it. You had to focus.
She made the first move and punched with her right but you blocked it with your forearm. You blocked a few of her blows and hit her a few times in the stomach. She stumbled backward and you surged forward. You grabbed one of her arms and the other went behind her neck. You turned into her, sticking your right foot into her leg, and used the momentum to fling her over your body and onto the ground. You put your knee into her chest and stared down at her. You stared at your reflection in her green eyes. You didn’t recognize the look in your blue eyes but you’ve seen it before. The man with the metal arm had the same look in his blue eyes. It scared you, seeing your eyes void of all emotions and mimicking the glare of that man. Your eyes were dark, losing the light that your parents loved so much. They were void of the color so many people envied. You were terrified of yourself.
With shaky legs, you stepped away from Natasha and Maria was already walking over. “That man who's after me, what’s his name?” You asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking. Natasha stood up and the couple had a silent conversation with one another.
“He’s called the Winter Soldier,” Maria said. “HYDRA’s deadliest assassin.” You recognized the name HYDRA, a name said in passing at one of your dad’s poker games. You looked at Natasha.
“Who is he to me?” You questioned. Her jaw clenched. “Tell me!” You demanded.
“He’s your father,” she said simply. You weren’t sure if it made it worse or better. “The Red Room decided to work along with HYDRA to create the perfect weapon,” there was a deep sadness edged in every one of her words. She looked away from you and towards the woods. Your stomach turned. You were a product of a forced relationship.
“Does he know?” Natasha shrugged.
“I don’t know,” her voice shook. “They did this horrible thing to reset him and wipe his memory. I don’t even think he remembers me,” Maria gently took her girlfriend’s hand in hers. You felt cold all of a sudden. Every one of the weird quirks that made you different now had an explanation.
“Uh okay,” you nodded your head. “I need a minute.” You turned around and walked into the camper, making a beeline for the bathroom and closing the door behind you. Your hands shook as you turned on the water and splashed water on your face. You tried to regulate your breathing; in for 5, out for 5, in for 5, and out for 5 but it wasn’t helping. Bile was rising in your throat. Did Natasha have a choice? Did they have a relationship together or was it forced? You closed the toilet seat and you sat down, your legs finally gave out.
HYDRA was a name whispered once or twice at your dad’s poker game. Your parents must have known who your biological parents were. Did they care? Did they realize the mistake they made before it was too late? You sighed, biting down on a towel and letting out a scream. You hoped the towel would muffle it.
*
Maria found you sitting on the couch with one of Natasha’s pistols and a timer. Like playing poker or another card game, you found that dismantling a gun and putting it back together calmed your racing mind. You glanced at the agent. “Where’s Nat?” You asked.
“Ran to the store,” you nodded. Maria sat down next to you, taking the gun from your hands. “Maybe we should talk instead of playing with a gun.”
“There is nothing to talk about,” you stared at the TV. “I mean I find out my biological mother is an Avenger and my father is a feared assassin who is trying to kill me,” you felt your throat burn as tears threatened to escape. “My adoptive parents are dead and I’m pretty sure they were the reason he found me,” you folded your hands together, squeezing them. “I finally have answers to so many questions but now I don’t want them because I feel so alone,” you sighed, angrily whipping your face. “But I’m so fucking fine.”
“Language,” she gasped. You looked at the woman and laughed at the teasing smile on her face. “I want to show you something,” she stood up and grabbed a small box next to the TV. She handed it to you. “It was part of the arrangement,” you opened the box and saw pictures of you at all stages of your life. “Natasha agreed to give you up in return she got pictures of you and was notified if you were in trouble.” Maria sighed, picking up one of the pictures. “I know it’s very hard to see but she loves you very much even if she doesn’t say it,” you closed the box, whipping away a tear that fell. “And you aren’t alone. You have us.”
“But when the mission is over, what happens to me then?” You asked.
“What do you want?” You weren’t expecting the question, not thinking you had a choice in the matter.
“I know what I want,” you answered. “But I don’t think I can have it.”
*
Natasha didn’t join you and Maria for dinner. She was outside, drinking from a bottle of vodka when you joined her. The only light was from the stars and the small camping light. You sat down next to her on the top of the picnic table. “Are you hungry?” You asked. “I can go get you something.” She smiled.
“Not hungry, kid, but thank you.” You nodded, watching her take another sip from the bottle.
“I’m sorry,” you told her, looking up at the stars so you couldn’t see her face. “This probably hasn’t been easy for you since I’m a constant reminder of everything. Plus I know I haven’t made it easy for you.”
“This is not your fault. I should have been honest with you from the beginning. It just,” Natasha sighed. “Hurt too much.” You nodded, that you understood. Silence fell between you and her.
“I asked Maria what was going to happen to me once the Winter Soldier situation was over. She asked what I wanted,” you looked at her. “Do you know what I want?” You asked. She shook her head. “I want to go live with you and Maria and meet the other Avengers.” The shock was evident on her face.
“Why?” She whispered.
“Because you're my mom,” you whispered back. “And I know I’ll be safe as long as I’m with you.” Natasha let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head.
“Your innocence was stolen because of all this,” she whispered, pushing some of your red hair behind your ear. “I will send out an army to find you even in the middle of the darkest nights. I will rescue you,” she whipped away a few of your tears that fell. You didn’t realize you were crying. “There is no distance that cannot be covered. I’ll be your shelter and armor. There was never a moment you were forgotten or I wasn’t thinking about you.”
“I can’t,” your voice shook. “I can’t lose any more people in my life. I think it will break me.” She pulled you into a hug and something inside you snapped. You cried. You finally cried against her.
“Sh, dorogoy (sweetheart),” Natasha whispered, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’m right here. I won’t go anywhere.” You heard the camper door open but you didn’t move from the Black Widow’s arms. You felt the table move as Maria sat down on your other side. Without looking you intertwined your fingers with Maria. She squeezed your hand. “We won’t leave you. We are right here.” You nodded your head against Natasha. You so wanted to believe them but there was a theme of people coming into your life and leaving. Maybe you were the problem.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Maria whispered. “Let’s go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow.” You nodded, removing yourself from Natasha. ‘Along the day,’ you thought, ‘It’s been the longest few weeks of your life. What’s one more long day?’
Part 2
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Summary: You had no intentions of joining Stark's party, considering that your ex had just dumped you two days ago and he was already announcing his new relationship. And then along came Loki, offering to be your date for the night…
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: language (yeah no, not sorry, Rogers); little bit of steam at the end; reader w/ insecurities [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: Steve is the ex; Nat & Wanda offering violence to avenge their bestie; borderline dangerous dancing stunts (don't try this at home, kids); coworkers/teammates to lovers
"Babes, stop fussing over the dress. You look hot. It's giving revenge dress if I do say so myself. Everyone covering the event will take one look at you and see without a doubt in their mind that you won this break up. Especially considering how hot your dates are."
Natasha nudged your shoulder playfully, probably in hopes of wiping the scowl off of the reflection staring back at you as you adjusted the strap of your midnight blue mermaid dress, making sure everything was secure and no unflattering angles were even remotely feasible.
Then again you could barely walk properly in the damn thing, so there really wasn't much room for awkward and unflattering, considering that you'd be able to do little more than stand and pose. You'd wanted to trade in the dress for something that gave you a bit more breathing room considering that the man that chose -- well, he'd argue strongly encouraged -- the dress was no longer your date for the night, but your choices would be stiflingly limited with how close you'd have been cutting it if you'd returned it.
Two days to break up, pack up, move your things out of his apartment in the compound, move back into your own apartment, clean up said apartment to make it at least livable once again, cry a bit, and then ready yourself for this charity ball? There wasn't time to return the dress that Steve chose, let alone pick out a new one. Even with the help of both Nat and Wanda.
"Remind me to thank Bucky and Vision for letting me steal you two away tonight?"
"Don't even worry about it. But maybe you could talk to Bucky later and tell him that there isn't even a shred of this that's his fault? He somehow got it into his head that because Steve's his best friend he should have sensed something. Should've told me. Or directly told you. He's been feeling like shit over this whole thing since I came home two days ago and told him I had to help you clean out your stuff from Rogers' apartment and move back into your old one."
Just as you were about to reassure the Russian spy that you would talk to her husband the second you got the chance to when there were no nosy reporters lurking around corners or planting microphones around the event to capture their next juicy story, Wanda walked into the room, her expression colored with a mix of pity and irritation.
"Well he might feel a hell of a lot worse now that he's seeing in real time what his best buddy's been doing since the breakup." Nausea began to swirl in your stomach as they each took one of your hands and the sorceress led you to the conference hall that had been fully decked out for tonight's event. The crowd had gathered around the dance floor, phones out and whispering amongst one another as they looked on the couple in the center.
"Oh you've got to be fucking shitting me," Nat bellowed in outrage, her hand leaving yours and wrapping around your waist to ensure you were still standing straight. "You even asked him point blank about her and he brushed you off--"
"Don't worry about her, Cookie, I'm just making sure she has the best training available to her," you seethed, feeling yourself shaking in your friend's hold as you repeated Steve's words to you just last week. "Babes, I don't think I even wanna go in there. I can already see the fucking headlines. Heartbroken Avenger Y/N Y/L/N seeks the comfort of her girlfriends' company as former lover Captain America debuts his new relationship with SHIELD Agent Ava WhatsHerFace. This isn't worth it. You two go. Be with your husbands. I'm going home."
"Are you sure?" Wanda squeezed your other hand, her free arm already radiating her signature red magic. "I can trip her and make them fall flat on their asses, just say the word."
It took you a great deal to not take her up on her offer, instead opting to just squeeze her hand back before letting go, maneuvering yourself out of their hold. "I'm sure. No tripping anybody, you two. Last thing we need is the internet speculating on which sides the Avengers are taking in what they're gonna try and spin as the breakup that shocked the world, and then making these idiotic theories about how we might cause a reiteration of Germany right here in the Big Apple."
"Okay what if I just poisoned her drink no one would know it was me--"
"Babes, everyone would know it was you," you cut off the spy. "No poison. No tripping. Not even a backhanded compliment. If you really can't stand the sight of her then walk away. Otherwise Pepper will kill us over making a scene over this and I'm not even joining the damn party but she'll drag me in anyway because she's gonna figure out that you two did what you did because of me."
"You're a better woman than that little shit ever deserved," Wanda grumbled, pulling you into a quick embrace. "We'll see you after the party then? Because no way in hell are you sleeping alone tonight."
"After," you confirmed, already walking away from the two as they walked toward the bar to where Bucky and Vision were undoubtedly standing and waiting patiently for them.
You'd walked down a good few feet down the hall when a voice halted you.
"Y/N?" You inwardly groaned at the sound of Loki calling out to you. The absolute last thing you needed was the member of the team who was undoubtedly and objectively the most unfairly breathtakingly beautiful person in all of New York -- hell, in all of the world as far as you were concerned -- seeing you in the dejected state you were in.
You did your best to plaster on a half-smile as you turned to face the god. "Hey, Mischief." You threw him a cursory glance, your heart skipping a good few beats when you registered his bespoke Burnham green tuxedo forming to his sculpted body like a well-worn leather glove. "You look great."
"You're breathtaking," he sighed, walking the rest of the distance and stopping a few steps in front of you. "As you always are." He gave you a curt smile, his fingers visibly twitching in your direction as he kept his hands to his sides. "Are you not joining the gala?"
"Thinking I might sit this one out, actually," you murmured, grimacing at just how miserable you sounded to your own ears. "Considering it doing Pepper a solid and making sure that tonight's all about whatever cause Stark decided to back this time around and not about the untimely demise of me and Rogers. The last thing we need is me becoming the center of attention because the media published headlines calling me the Heartbroken Avenger because I walked in there with my friends while my ex debuts his shiny new toy." You took an awkward step back, giving him an even more inelegant wave his way. "You have fun, though, Mischief."
He took your hand in his as you were turning away from him. "What if I escorted you?" Something with his soft spoken tone, partnered with the way his thumb was stroking the back of your hand, had you struggling to take your next breath. "We could walk in together, and it wouldn't cross anybody's mind to call you heartbroken or lonely or anything of the sort."
You couldn't help but scoff at his offer. "I'm not sure you wanna take on the media vultures who'll write about you getting Captain America's sloppy seconds. Hell, if I walk in there with you they'll think you probably did it out of pity. People already paint me as someone they don't think could have pulled the likes of Steve, but if we walk in there together you'll never hear the end of how charitable you were to--"
"Stop that," he cut you off, his tone sibilant and terse as if he was slicing through your self-pity party for one. "Rogers is an imbecile, he always has been. To have held painite in his uncouth hands and traded it in for mere rubble." He took a step closer to you, making you struggle to hide the shudder than ran through you when you could practically feel the warmth of his body radiating from him. "To walk into that room with you would not be an act of charity, darling. It would be an honor. A privilege."
"Okay come on that's enough--"
"How I wish you could see yourself the way I do," he murmured, his free hand lightly grasping your chin and making it impossible to turn your gaze from him. "Come with me. We'll share a dance and afterward if you still wish to leave then we will."
"Are you insane?" you blurted out, shaking your head at how absurd his offer was. "If you walk in with me and you leave with me, you're gonna find out real quick that people actually can hate me more than they did when I was dating Steve, because now I'm preventing you from getting all the pretty girls' numbers in the party. There are supermodels in there, Mischief. Pretty sure there're some princesses, too. They came here for you."
"Then they will leave disappointed," he answered back, the corner of his mouth pulling in a smirk as he watched your brows knit together in clear confusion. "As for attaining the contact information of, how did you phrase it again? Pretty girls? I already have that of the most beguiling woman who would be in that gala, I truly need no more." He let go of your hand to reach for his phone and tap away at it to call whoever he was referring to.
A few seconds later your little purse began to ring, making you give him a pointed stare. "Smooth." Your phone stopped ringing as soon as he put his away, finding yourself fighting to breathe properly once more when he placed his hand back in yours. "Fine," you huffed. "But we're not dancing, I can barely walk in this stupid thing, the dance floor would turn into a crime scene if I so much as spun wrong."
The soft chuckle that escaped his lips filled you with a weird sense of pride, knowing that even for a few short moment the usually terse god felt comfortable enough around you to seem so unguarded. He released his hold on you to hover his hands by your waist. "May I?"
You took a moment to try figuring out what he meant before answering, "I don't know what you're asking for but alright. I trust you."
His playful demeanor faltered for a moment, eyebrows knitting together and raising slightly before he placed his hands on your waist and gently guiding you to turn and facing the mirrored wall. Your breath hitched in your throat with a squeak as his gaze met yours on the reflection, bringing his face level to yours, his lips hovering just beside your ear. "Beautiful as you are in this dress, darling, you look as if you'd been forced to conform into something you're not. You were made to move freely, as gracefully and as fluidly as you move in the field."
You held your breath as you watched his magic washing over you, your dress melting away from the shoulders down and slowly being replaced with a dark emerald silk gown that stopped just below your ankles, the skirt flaring out from the waist with a slit going up to the middle of your thigh. The feel of your hair cascading down your back had you realizing that you were so caught up in the spectacle of your dress changing before your very eyes that you'd barely felt his fingers deftly taking the pins out of your hair and undoing the tightly knotted bun that borderline violently pulled at your temples.
"Hmmm…much better." You fought against the chill that ran throughout your body at the low tone of his voice reverberating in your ear. "Just one more…tiny flourish." His hand moved from your hair to rest his fingers lightly on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, a slight smile appearing on his face in the reflection when your breathing became audibly staggered as a teardrop emerald pendant hanging off a gold chain materialized around your neck. "Himmelske," he breathed out, the vision of him lightly pressing his lips to the top of your head making your pulse pound in your ears. "Shall we?"
"This is too much…" you sighed, turning around to face him and nearly stumbling over your own feet when you saw how close your faces were to one another. "I can't possibly--"
"You can, darling." He took your hand in his again and brought it up towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. "You look ethereal, like a goddess walking among mortals." He pressed his lips to your knuckles once more. "Min gudinne." He began to walk backwards towards the party, keeping your hands intertwined as he led you down the hall, typing something away a quick message on his phone as the music from the repurposed conference hall gradually grew louder.
Once you were mere feet away from the doors leading to the conference hall, the old-fashioned music that made you want to retch on the spot screeched to a halt, and Tony's voice boomed through the speakers.
"Alright Cap that's enough, some of us actually don't want to see our dinner a second time tonight." The crowd began to chuckle at his joking barbs toward your ex. "Why don't you and your new babydoll take a breather for a minute. Or a hundred. While I go ahead and play on a special request for…well I'll be damned…Reindeer Games."
The sound of Tony's little nickname for Loki had you growing frigid in the god's hold. "Mischief, what did you do?"
Your question went unanswered, him opting to give you a soft smile as he lifted your joint hands up to place a tender kiss to the back of your hand before leading you to the center of the dance floor, the sound of your friends' claps and cheers -- as well as a round of hearty hollers from both Bucky and Thor -- filling the room and overpowering the piano intro of "Tightrope" by Sara Bareilles playing over the speakers as soon as you came into view.
Glares tinged with thinly veiled envious rage weighed down on you like cinder blocks as the raven-haired Asgardian placed his hand on your lower back, bringing your bodies within mere inches of one another. "Everyone's staring," you wavered, trying to keep your breathing even as he began to lead you in a basic waltz around the dance floor.
"Envious, petulant mortals," he answered with a sneer, giving you a small smirk at the end. "Likely because I have the most beautiful date among them all."
"Do gods wear glasses?" you bit back, scoffing softly at his words. "Because I'm pretty sure Adriana Lima is here and--"
"I can see quite clearly, precious mortal," he cut you off, the gentle tone of his voice not once wavering. "Better than you think." He upped the pace of your steps, the smile on his face growing wider as your steps became less structured and he raised your joint hands to spin you on the spot, your dress twirling fluidly with each step before he pulled you back to him, now chest to chest as he resumed leading you in a large circle around the floor. "You seem surprised, darling."
"I usually would have stepped on your toes by now," you whispered, your breath hitching as every step you took together felt perfectly synced, a part of you heavily dreading stumbling and sending you both into a clumsy heap on the floor. Especially with the even closer proximity of your bodies to one another. "Are you doing this?" He answered you with a slight furrow of his eyebrows. "Did you enchant the dress? The necklace? My shoes?"
"I did nothing of the sort, dear Y/N," he whispered into your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin sending your heart into overdrive. "Perhaps you'd simply been with the wrong partners all your life." You faintly registered the way his hold on you tightened the slightest bit. "I wish to prove it to you. A little flourish both for our benefit and for the entertainment of our audience."
A sequence of movements was projected into your mind, each motion requiring complete trust in your partner as you climbed over his back, held up only by your joint hands and your knee braced on his shoulder as he spun on the spot. And then capped off with a dismount that had you hanging upside down and suspended as such for a few moments before righting yourself on your feet.
"Do you trust me, darling?"
You didn't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes." He flashed a brilliant smile before twirling you away and out of his hold, turning his back to you and giving you a silent signal to execute the move. Within a few short moments you were propped up on his shoulder, held up by your joint hands and feeling as if you were flying as he executed each turn with visible ease.
The faces of the crowd, a mixture of pure shock and awe, said it all. No one on the team had ever placed that much trust in Loki, despite the countless times he'd undoubtedly saved any and all of you throughout your numerous missions together. And here you were giving everyone a blatant display that among all the members of the team, you probably trusted him the most.
There wasn't even the slightest tremble in your movement as you executed the dismount, briefly giving them all a face-splitting grin that nearly mirrored the blond Asgardian watching from the bar as he looked on at the spectacle you and his brother had created before turning back and facing your partner. The next moment he'd gone back to holding you and twirling you both around the dance floor with a slight flourish as you reunited.
"There you are, precious mortal," he breathed out, securing his arm around your waist and lifting you off your feet as he spun you both again, the skirt of your dress billowing from the motion and creating a perfect flourish to your steps, earning you various oohs and aahs from the audience. You assumed that the bitter hmph sounds came from your ex and Miss Ava WhatsHerFace. "I've missed seeing that smile on you. It's been months too long. How I wanted to strike at Rogers' face the moment I saw the light in you wavering."
"You saw that?" You prided yourself in concealing your insecurities and the downward spiral that your mind had taken the moment that the new recruit had been assigned to train for the Avengers, painting on a bright disposition despite the interest that Steve had taken in her and the rapidly dwindling attention he paid to you in turn.
It never occurred to you that people might be looking closer than you intended them to. Or that one of those people would be someone you'd carried feelings for ever since long before you and Rogers ever even went out on the first date. You kept on guilting yourself that you were no better than him, if you were being completely honest.
The only leg up you had over your ex was that at least you did right by him and you never acted on anything. But then again you had no reason to believe that you could; in your eyes, Loki had to reason to see you, let alone return your sentiment.
"I see you, Y/N," he murmured, bringing his hand higher up your back, leaning forward, and tilting you backward in a low dip. "I've always seen you." Your heart caught in your throat as you felt him press a soft kiss to your cheek before bringing you both back up to stand upright, a new sequence of movements projected into your mind.
This time of him lifting you into the air, a hand braced on your lower back, the other wrapped around your ankle, followed by a drop that would land you safely in his arms and have the god carrying you bridal style. You could see the silent question shining in his eyes as the projected image fizzled away, awaiting your answer. "I trust you," you whispered, taking a breath as he turned you to face away from him and lifted you into the air with ease.
There wasn't a single doubt in your mind even in that split second where you were falling through the air. You knew you were safe with him. Physically at least.
Emotionally it felt like he was leading you to the edge of a cliff, and you were all too happy to step off if it meant he'd look at you even remotely like he did throughout any point of tonight.
You landed in his arms with a soft, nearly soundless thud, once again met with appreciative applause from the room of onlookers and Tony's voice once again sounding through the speakers. "Jellybean, I take back every joke I ever made about your dancing. Now I know it wasn't you that made those moves bad and that's all I'm gonna say on that. Give it up for these two one more time, ladies and gentlemen!"
A traitorous squeak from the back of your throat slipped from your lips as the god carrying you briefly touched the tip of his nose to yours and pressed a kiss between your brows before setting you back down on your feet, taking your hand in his and lacing his fingers between yours. He led you through the dance floor that was quickly becoming crowded as a rhythmic thumping beat boomed from the sound system, placing you directly in front of him with his free arm wrapped around your midsection.
Once you'd reached the bar, crossing paths with Nat and Wanda and their respective husbands as they made their way to the dance floor, only Thor remained to greet you as you occupied two seats next to one another. "Brother, elation becomes you." Before he walked toward the buffet, handing his empty plate to one of the cleaning staff, he turned to face you. "Take care of him. Actually, take care of each other."
Your brows knitted together as you watched the blond Asgardian walk away, confusion niggling away at your brain as you turned your gaze back to Loki. "What was that--"
The rest of your sentence died on the tip of your tongue as the raven-haired god cupped your jaw, weaving his fingers through your hair, as he closed the distance between you and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You whimpered against him as he stood from his seat, framing your face with his hands as he stepped closer to you, all the while his lips never leaving yours.
He breathed your name as he pulled away, the way that he seemingly sounded almost as flustered as you were paired with the restraint so evident in his hold on you creating a heady combination that made the room spin. "He never deserved you."
Those words had your eyes snapping open, wondering if you'd heard him right. "Loki what--"
"And you should have had someone that treasured you. Worshipped you. That knew with every fiber of his being that he was the most fortunate bastard in the Nine for being the one that you shared the most intimate parts of your life with." Your heart thundered in your ears as he leaned in to kiss you again. "Someone that would proudly show whoever was around to watch that he is equally yours as you are his. Perhaps even more so."
"Are you trying to tell me that that someone is you?" The music had faded away to nothing more than a dull thumping in the background as you looked into his eyes, rife with emotions that you couldn't quite place as his hands traveled down to wrap around your waist, stepping closer to you, and leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple.
"If you would let me," he murmured against your skin. "He was but a fool to have let you go. But if his foolishness leads to my fortune, then perhaps I could be moved to despise him a little less." He kissed a trail from your temple to your ear, making your breath hitch again as his thumb stroked at your side and tracing the faint lines of your ribcage while he whispered a deliciously tempting offer. "Leave with me. Let me be the fortunate wretch that gets to take you home. That gets to worship you, to pleasure you. Even if only for tonight, let me make you equally mine as I am yours. As I have always been yours."
His offer alone already had you trembling in anticipation for what he could possibly have in store for you the moment you gave him your answer. "I have to find Nat and Wanda," you blurted out, making a motion to step off of your seat.
"Y/N please--"
"They offered to stop by my apartment after the party," you explained, mustering the courage to press a quick kiss to his lips when you watched in disbelief as a touch of desperation colored his features. "They wanted to make sure I wasn't going to sleep alone tonight. I have to tell them I have other plans."
A brilliant smile stretched across his face as he pulled you in for another kiss, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he pulled you against him, lifting you out of your seat and setting you back down on your feet, holding you in his arms the same way he did a few moments ago as you weaved your way through the crowd.
It didn't take you long to find the two women in question, tapping both of them on their shoulders to call their attention. "Rain check on the sleepover?" you shouted over the music.
Wanda took one look at how Loki was holding you and eyed Nat with a smirk. "You got a better offer, I see. Go, babes. We just wanted to make sure you didn't sleep alone tonight."
"Now we gotta make sure you stay awake at the mission brief in the morning because you won't be sleeping at all," Nat capped off with a raise of her eyebrow. She eyed the god holding you with a pointed glare. "If you hurt her--"
"I wouldn't dream of it, Romanoff," he cut her off. "Unlike some people in our non-immediate company, I have every intention of holding on to painite with every ounce of my strength."
Your brows once again knitted together as your friends began to squeal and giggle while you walked away with the god, the alcohol clearly beginning to get to them. "Okay I have to ask. What exactly is painite? You've…said that twice tonight," you prodded, looking up at him only to be met with a tender smile and an intensity burning in his eyes that nearly made you fall over.
"It is the rarest, most precious gemstone on this planet. Perhaps in all the realms," he answered, turning you in his arms as soon as you stepped foot into the corridor and walking you backwards until your back was flush against the wall. "And despite its crimson hue I would still say undoubtedly the most beautiful." You shuddered under his gaze as he trailed a finger from the center of your neck down your torso until he reached your waist and pulled you to him for a fleeting but heated kiss. "That is how I see you. Rare. Precious. And undoubtedly the most beautiful creature I will ever lay my eyes on."
The next moment your surroundings were awash with a wave of his green magic, and you were inside his apartment, your moans piercing the quiet darkness as his lips latched on to your neck and you felt his hands working to divest you of your dress. His next words, rasped against your skin, already had your legs shaking without him having even begun to touch you yet.
"Mine. Finally mine."
A/N: Omg I've finally finished it 😩 And he's precious your honor 🥹 I've honestly had this idea bouncing around in my head for so many days now that I'm so happy that it's finally out for y'all to read and (hopefully) enjoy.
There is a plan for a part 2 of this but it's literally all smut and it's a long ways away because I have every intention to get into 'relinquish the crown' again and also 'back to you'…and also the requests from the 500 follower celebration so just like 'sworn fealty'…it might happen, it might not happen, and that's that on that.
Translations:
Himmelske – Heavenly
Min gudinne – My goddess
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UNTITLED WANDA SHORT STORY
Part 11 | Part 12
Vision: You and Wanda seem pretty close.
You look at him from your hiding position. You and Vision are currently in a mission — to take down one of the aircrafts manned by Hydra. It's connected to their headquarters.
Meanwhile, Wanda, Nat and Steve are evacuating the children that were taken as hostages for experiments out of the area.
V: Did she say anything about me?
You don't know how to reply to that.
Vision only shakes his head then sighs.
V: Forget I asked, it's just . . . She's acting a bit strange, different, I mean, whenever we're together.
You cannot think of a better response. You do spend a lot of time with Wanda these days. But you can't admit to him what Wanda had told you about her and Vision and how he has changed since he came back from the dead without hurting the guy. Through time, you have softened around him, whether you liked it or not. It's safe to say that you have truly accepted Wanda will never be yours in this universe.
You: Maybe she's just preoccupied with her missions and stuff. Don't let it get to you. You're overthinking things.
This doesn't settle well with Vision.
V: Yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just overthinking things.
You and Vision leave the hiding spot when you both see one of the Hydra agents leave the aircraft.
Steve's voice goes through your earphones.
Steve: Nat and I have successfully evacuated the children to the Quinjet. Any luck in there?
Y: We'll check further. The agent just left the aircraft.
Once inside, you both take a look of your surroundings, checking anything that could help take down Hydra's future plans. You swear you can hear something ticking but you haven't eaten since this morning so you might just be imagining things. Then you jump from surprise when Vision suddenly says something behind you.
V: It's a bomb. This aircraft's a bomb. It's lined up around the edges, and it's about to explode in one minute.
Y: How big?
Vision takes time before he replies, calculating.
V: (his eyes widen) The entire city will be affected.
You curse as you make your way to sit in front of the controls.
Y: Get everybody out of the premises, Vision.
V: No, I'll handle the mission from here. I'm a synthezoid, I can come back to life unlike you—
You immediately think of Wanda.
Y: I'm not making that same mistake again—
V: If this is about Wanda, like you said, don't let your emotions get to you—
Y: I'm not. This is the only way.
Vision still doesn't move. You have already turned on the aircraft's engine and the necessary controls, ready to take off.
Y: Vision, please hurry! We don't have time.
V: (nods) Take care, Y/n.
This is it. The sacrifice you should have done in the first place — your fate in this universe.
Ensuring that Vision has managed it outside heading towards the others, you begin to take the aircraft off into the atmosphere.
After a couple of seconds from takeoff, the line suddenly cuts through your earphone.
Wanda: Y/n, what the hell do you think you're doing?!
You smile, tears finally slipping from your eyes as you maneuver the aircraft towards the atmosphere, away from the city.
Y: Don't worry, Wands, Vision's safe and sound.
You hear sobbing from the other line.
W: Y/n, please don't do this. Please come back.
Y: It's okay, Wanda—
W: I didn't mean what I said to you back then. I'm so sorry. You mean everything to me, Y/n, please.
You exhale a shaky breath.
Y: Wands, it's okay. You're going to be okay.
W: You come back here this instant!
Y: Please know that I have never stopped loving you, Wands. And it's totally okay if you don't feel the same way about me.
W: Y/n, no—
Y: It's okay.
There's a short pause.
W: I love—
The line cuts off when you reach outside the atmosphere, and time runs out as the ticking has gone silent. You close your eyes, imagining that Wanda's last words say she loves you too.
Back at the Avengers compound, one of Tony's satellites outside Earth detects a massive explosion.
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Burn it to the Ground [Avenger! Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+
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Summary: Soft Dom!Loki has his jealousy ignited at a party in Avengers Tower due to everyone thinking you’re pretty great (w/c 4k)
Warnings: Smut. 18+ NSFW. Soft Dom, Public Sex, Language, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent, Jealous Partner, Possible overuse of ellipsis. Minors DNI.
You could feel those thunderous eyes drilling into the back of your head from across the crowded room.
They swept down to analyse the minute body language tells, making note of each and every one with increasing jealousy.
Outwardly, your lover would appear engaged in whatever conversation he was having over by the bar in Avengers Tower you were sure. You could hear his chiming laugh, just a little too loudly.
But you could feel his eyes on your ass as keenly as if they were his hands.
"...and then' Steve continued, tears forming in his eyes from laughter, 'Y/N told him to go fuck himself... and hit him over the head with a pizza oven". Punchline over, his fit of giggles spilled over to a fully raucous laugh that turned several heads.
"Why was there even a pizza oven in a lab?" Scott Lang scrunched his face in bemusement, before raising his brows, "although I mean, just cos you're Hydra doesn't mean you can't appreciate a nice home baked pizza in between creating biological warfare I guess".
Steve doubled over, and you sipped your drink smiling coyly at their antics. In his slightly inebriated state, Cap misjudged the space, his cheek grazing against the curve of your breast, outlined in your black skater dress.
"Woww, careful buddy", Scott steadied him up to a vertical stance as Steve wiped his eyes, "you'll have Mischief Managed over here in a second with moves like that'"
He peered over his shoulder, in what you could only assume he thought was a subtle move, to mistakenly directly meet Loki's eyes and immediately turn back to you, a frozen look of confusion on his face.
"Y/N how does he know...like...I mean really", Scott leaned in to whisper, "does he have a spell on you or something...like he knows when people get too close?"
"You mean like you are now?", you laughed - and Scott jumped a foot backward. "No, of course not...he's just, protective."
"Possessive, more like", Steve interjected, his prior jolly mood swept aside.
He was gazing at Loki with his blue stare sharpened, and Loki stared right back, raising his glass with a nod to the Captain before turning back to his conversation with Natasha. Smug bastard. He loved every second of this.
"Dance with me, Cap", you asked with a soft smile, "it's been a while since you and I showed off our moves."
Steve looked away from Loki's direction, his features warming as he took your outstretched hand. "It would be my pleasure- let's hit it!"
Scott sprayed his drink mid swallow, rum and coke dribbling down his chin as he processed what he'd heard. "Are you crazy?!"He looked up from assessing his t-shirt now stained with booze...but the two of you were already gone.
It always amazed you how good a dancer Steve was, considering his bulky frame. Years ago, not long after he came out of the ice, the two of you had taken dancing lessons together. He had a chip on his shoulder about Agent Carter and dancing, and learning in this new world had helped him adapt...plus it had been a hell of a lot of fun. The crowd on Tony's dance floor parted as the two of you stormed through a modern foxtrot to the sound of mid noughties music Stark played non stop at parties like this.
Steve liked to tease you with unexpected box turns, his dancing mirroring his fighting style- always the element of surprise.
"You ready for the big one?" he shouted as he twirled you over enthusiastically.
"No!" you yelled in response over Jason Derulo - but he dipped you anyway and suddenly you were looking at the ceiling. The crowd around you cheered as you lay balanced on Cap's bended knee, leg subconsciously stretched out, toe pointed in a balanced display of ballroom perfection. After he twirled you into a standing position, the two of you took a little bow to more applause before making your way back to where Scott was standing, looking amazingly uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, Scott? Never seen a couple of pros throwing some classic moves at one of these parties?" You adjusted your dress straps as you said it, and Scott instinctively looked away comically, his eyes trailing the ceiling.
"Nothing I, uh...just can't get over the feeling that I am seconds from death by the hand of your other worldly boyfriend..."
"I wouldn't worry Scott", you smiled mischievously, "if anyone's getting in a fight tonight it'll be Steve here, and I don't think we need to worry about that, do we?", you looked at him as a full stop to that rhetorical question.
"Darling."
A silken voice with a hard edge floated in from behind you, as long fingers encased your waist, "That was quite a show you two put on out there", He looked across at Steve with a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, head tilted to the side.
"Glad you enjoyed it, Loki – you should try it sometime, your girl can really move." Steve knocked back one of the shots of tequila that Clint was passing around.
"Au contraire, Rogers'" he winked, and suddenly you were spinning and came to a stop an arm's length from your ebony haired God, arm outstretched.
"'I've had time for a bit of tutelage myself over the last 1500 years'" He pulled you in, staring intensely into your wide eyes, "I think it's time for me to teach you a few new steps Y/N, hmm?".
Before you had a chance to respond you were on the dance floor again, the lights inexplicably dimmed, the music suspiciously sensual. The people dancing around you had faltered, obviously wondering the same as you. Some amorous pairs, Nat and Bruce included, got closer, making the most of a stolen semi – public moment.
Loki led you directly to the centre of the dance floor, the dimmed party lights skimming across you in a dreamy glow.
The familiar sound of Chase Atlantic filled the air like smoke as Loki spun you again, bringing you in to his chest – your arm on his shoulder as he led you in a slow, rhythmic salsa in time to the music.
Damn, he looked good tonight. On paper, his ensemble was nothing special, black suit pants and a dark evergreen shirt; but on him? It was glorious.
The trousers hugged his straight hips creating the smallest of creases in the thick fabric as they strained against the movement of his muscular thighs, the slim fit skimming down to his ankles creating a silhouette that could only be described as god-like.
His shirt was smooth, ring-spun cotton that fit perfectly to his torso and probably cost more than your old rent in Brooklyn. The sleeves were casually rolled to his elbows but perfectly folded, he knew what he was doing... exposing those thick forearms, with four buttons tactfully undone giving you a tantalising reminder of what lay underneath.
You could smell the cologne he always dabbed on the base of his neck. Understated. Irresistible. He knew it always made you lean in for more. You felt your face inching forward to his exposed skin to inhale it, met with another spin as he turned you to face outward.
"Not quite, kitten", he growled seductively in your ear, "after your little display earlier I think I've earned some fun of my own...such a naughty girl teasing other men like that...right in front of me..."Loki tsk'd three times softly, the methodical sound of his chastising tongue making your pussy tingle.
Your body moved seamlessly against his as he raised your arms above your head, hands twisted together in a clasped prayer. How appropriate. You needed all the help you could get.
You felt his large hands slide slowly down your outstretched arms, then tracing the outline of figure eight as he pressed against the curves of your body, moving his hips rhythmically against yours in time.
His hands came to rest of your hipbones, forcing your pelvis to tilt backwards into his crotch, right where he wanted you.
"Move for me, my goddess' he murmured in your ear. Lord, he'd only called you that previously when he was on the edge of climax, usually with you dressed in a suspender belt with a leather paddle in hand.
You obliged, grinding your ass purposefully against him, searching for any sign of his growing arousal as he directed your hips right, then left, then right again in a Latin sway driving you deeper into the heady haze of the moment. His voice penetrated your consciousness, warm breath in your ear. "What did I tell you, kitten...I'm in control here, was I not clear?"
Suddenly you were so entangled in a salsa routine that you had no choice but to accept your fate. Loki twisted, looped and manipulated your limbs like water in a fountain, twirling and dropping and sliding you across the floor in a series of moves that you were sure looked spectacular. You trusted him completely, gave in to him as he controlled your body; turning and caressing you in time with the music with his godly strength.
After a particularly sudden stop, he'd pulled you in, once more adopting his hands to your hips as you faced away from him. You took a moment to breathe. Centring yourself after the previous few minute’s exertions, you felt the hair brushed from the side of your neck and a deep kiss planted there. You moaned. With a flick of his wrist, he turned you to face him, arms thrown over his shoulders. He drew you in to a deep kiss that left you breathless as he lowered both hands to your ass.
"I have a surprise for you, my goddess, a little something I've been working on for a situation just like this..."
You raised your eyebrow as you gazed up at him. You knew that look. It was rarely an entirely pleasant surprise. "And what situation would that be, Loki?"
He broke his gaze from yours to flicker over your shoulder to where Steve and Scott still stood, now joined by Tony and Thor, to form a jovial semi-circle facing the dance floor. They were laughing and joking but he could see the air of suspicion floating around them as clear as the haze from the smoke machines as one by one they looked at Loki.
His mouth curled into a smile. "My sweet Y/N...you didn't expect to get me all hot and bothered watching you with that dull all-American boy toy and not expect retaliation...did you?' The intonation of his question made you tingle with anticipation, a fizzing sensation gathering around your core as you pondered his words. That was when you realised the warm feeling down below wasn't just desire...your panties were gone.
"Loki..."
It was a warning, but also an invitation. He had always been a jealous lover, but this was new. He squeezed your ass firmly with both hands, watching your expression under hooded lids. "What have you been working on, Loki?'" you whispered.
He spun you to face outwards again, his fingertips digging in to your hips just above your thigh, wrapped in the thin folds of your skater dress, inches from your needy pussy which was growing wetter by the second. The music seemed to grow louder as he began peppering dirty whispers in your ear, his lips brushing against you cruelly as the world looked on.
"When I carry you back to my chambers tonight my pet, you will be on your knees for me, won't you...
...such a wanton mortal, who can't get enough of her God's hot cum inside her...
...or for that matter, can't get enough of her own sweet juices inside him, mmm I can taste that glorious cunt of yours now, I can smell it teasing me now that those little lace panties you like so much have gone missing, what a shame...
...but you are a selfish girl aren't you. You want me all to yourself, you want your perfect, insatiable body to be the only one I crave, fantasise about, obsess over, the only one I sink my cock into every night...
....the only one I deign worthy of my service, to pleasure you however you see fit. The only one I will get on my knees for, kneeling face first into that delicious pussy...
...and yet you drive me half mad with lustful jealousy for fun. Naughty girl. Well if you wish them to stare and wonder what it's like to fuck you, perhaps how we fuck each other... let's give them a little more to work with, hmmm?”
You were so engrossed in his dark, velvet voice melodically delivering exactly what you wanted to hear that you almost didn't feel it at first.
Your senses were engorged. The bass pumped through you, pounding your blood as Loki swayed you expertly to the rhythm, the heat from his body radiating his scent while he delivered his delicious filthy promises.
Tendrils of his magic were flowing through the fabric of your dress, the green glow concealed by the black fabric wrapped around his fingers as he pressed against you. They snaked slowly around your thighs, resting gently at your core, poised for the command of their master.
'Mmm, Loki', you murmured against his cheek, your hand reaching behind you to tug gently at his hair, 'why did you stop?'
'Darling, I've barely started', his deep seductive tone infused with a warning you didn't quite understand. And then you did.
Right on cue, you could feel the familiar warmth of Loki's tongue lapping gently at your sex, and your eyes flew to his in alarm. He stared you down, never missing a beat of the music as he moved you gently side to side, 'just relax Y/N, enjoy it...it's our secret'.
You scanned the room, and sure enough...no one was batting an eye. 'Ohhh', you stifled a moan as his magic between your legs grew stronger, as though Loki was truly on his knees before you in service, and not standing behind you kissing your neck as he held you tightly.
You closed your eyes at the sensation, feeling your legs automatically step wider to allow your lover's tongue better access.
Your could feel hands around the backs of your thighs as he had done many times, drawing you in to him like a man possessed, smothering himself deep inside you. His tongue slid inside your opening, soliciting a sharp moan from your lips which was drowned by a kiss from the flesh and blood Loki grinding into you in a rhythmic embrace, steadying your back against his firm chest.
The invisible force between your thighs began licking thick stripes of hot wetness between your folds, just like its maker...god it felt good, you almost buckled in Loki's arms.
It made its way slowly to your swollen clit, rubbing flatly back and forth as the pressure of your orgasm began building quickly. Too quickly. You angled your face up to Loki's, drinking in his incomparably sexy features as he understood your urgency, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair once more, forcing him into a passionate kiss as his fingers dug into your hips, his magic pushing through you, overcoming you, like water through a sieve.
You felt your legs tremble as your climax approached rapidly, the attempts to keep up with Loki's swaying dance faltering.
"I have you, darling, don't worry", he whispered, and with that you tumbled into bliss.
The tendrils of magic pleasuring you in the invisible ways of your lover did not let up as you came hard, screaming in your head as you arched against Loki's chest, pressing your ass into his crotch. 'Ohhh Loki', the words you meant to whisper at the height of your ecstasy came out a touch louder than you anticipated, coinciding with a lull in the song, but you didn't care.
His strong arms nursed you back to reality, spinning you round to face him once more as you came down from your high, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder.
Loki's eyes travelled upwards to check that the group of men, his brother included, who so enjoyed your company, had seen everything. They had. Lang was in the middle of questioning Steve to exactly what had just happened.
The rest of them knew. He could see it, hear their passing comments ('did she just...’/ ‘..did he just make her...you know.. by dancing?’/ ‘I gotta learn those moves...' / 'no of course not, don’t be obscene’).
They knew you belonged to him, but a little reminder of his superiority every now and then didn't hurt.
You could feel the slickness of your cum against your thighs as you pressed into the body before you, absorbing him. "I should probably go clean up a little", you whispered into Loki's ear with a smirk. "Especially since it looks like I won't be getting my panties back".
"Oh absolutely not, darling. Now run along." He spun you around one final time, releasing you at arm's length to allow you to walk away, shooting a brief glance over your bare shoulder as you did.
Loki slid his hands in his pockets and meandered over to the bar with long strides. His magic should hold long enough to hide the arousal straining within his trousers, he just needed five minutes. Five minutes without you, and without any distractio-
'BROTHER!', he flinched as a loud smack on his shoulder coupled the greeting, propelling him forward several inches. He managed a strained smile, nodding to Thor as he motioned to the bartender.
'That was quite something, brother. I managed to catch Y/N’s turn with Captain Rogers earlier but, even if I am a little biased, I did enjoy the Asguardian display a little more', he winked as one thick muscled arm rested on the bar facing Loki, his eyes glinting with humour.
'Don't.' Loki grimaced as he re-adjusted himself with his hands under the bar, his cock definitely visible against the fabric as he tried to regain his concentration.
'Don't what, Loki? I'm paying you a compliment. You love compliments!' Thor's keen eyes skimmed down his brother's body, noting his awkward stance, 'and everyone is definitely in agreement that your lady enjoyed her...dance...with you much more than with Rogers,' he paused, smirking, '...as did you it seems'.
Loki's head swivelled up, his eyes meeting Thor's with a smirk, 'jealous, brother?', his pupils still wide with the lust pumping through his veins at the thought of you shuddering in ecstasy in public under his power.
'Oh, absolutely. I am jealous both of your lovely companion... who I am still mystified is enamoured by you... as well as your ability to bring her to Valhalla in a room full of her closest friends with your mere touch. Or perhaps it was a little more...'
Thor winked, grabbing the glass tankard that had been placed in front of him and swiftly returning to the group before Loki could muster a response.
You smoothed your hair a final time before heading back to the party, the signs of a pink flush still on your cheeks visible in the mirror.
You could hear the familiar beating bass of some classic Usher, indicating that Jarvis had regained control of the sound system from Loki’s magic. Your heels clicked along the tile as you swung open the bathroom door, exiting into the long hallway dimmed with mood lighting. You only got ten steps before you saw him striding toward you, his look of determination no less than if he’d been wearing his armoured battle suit.
Your eyes grew wide with alarm. "Loki what’s happened-?’"
You were silenced by his mouth covering yours, pushing you to the nearest wall with unbridled passion. His huge strength was barely concealed as he overpowered you, pinning your hands to your sides. He moved his lustful intentions to your neck, as you threw your head back, eyes closed. Whatever had gotten into him tonight, you liked it. A lot.
"I want you, Y/N," you heard him growl from beneath your ear as he sucked your delicate skin, leaving marks. "...now."
He had conveniently ambushed you in the hallway’s alcove, albeit the main thoroughfare to and from the party. You could see figures striding back and forth to the bar, but you couldn’t make out the faces –and that was good enough for you.
"You were right, Loki", you purred seductively in his ear.
"Oh my darling, you’re going to have to be more specific…" he chuckled as his long fingers found their way to your pussy, now slick again from his work, and slipped inside you.
"I am selfish. I do want you all to myself. I’m just your little wanton mortal who fantasises about her God’s cock exploding inside her, seeing your face as I take it all for you, your good girl…"
Your words spurred him on as he expertly manipulated your pussy with one hand, the other unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his long, perfect cock in the dim light.
You encased its length in your hand, firmly stroking back and forth as he buried his head in your neck once more, a rumble of pent up lust escaping his lips as you continued to whisper, "...I want to be the only one filling your head with dirty thoughts, living out your desires, I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, I need all of you to mys-"
The force of his cock entering you made you gasp as he scooped one of your legs up under his arm, wrapped around his waist and held in place by one of those fucking perfect arms.
Not a sliver of light would have gotten between you, your bodies painted flush to the wall as he slid in and out of you furiously, your slick hole tightening around him at every stroke. There were no dirty whispers now. This was a sprint, not a marathon, that much was clear.
The arm not encasing your leg to his waist was braced above your head, allowing him to ram his hips against you. Powerful, primal growls emitting from him at every hit of your hot cunt. You began to feel heady, your needy body giving in to its obsession with this man for the second time that evening in a wholly inappropriate setting.
His hair was falling around his face, dark curls encasing your view as your foreheads pressed together, locked in pursuit of your highs. Your audible pants turned to pitched moans as you felt your orgasm building within you, spurred on by your lover’s breaths becoming ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he hung on to the moment.
"Come with me, Loki" you gasped as you reached your peak, "claim me."
You’d chosen the right word to re-ignite his competitive jealousy.
He claimed you. You felt the force of his cum hit the back of your channel as he thrust into you ferociously one final time, the effort to keep his cry in the low decibel range was enormous as you felt his body shudder against you.
You leant forward to catch him in a deep kiss, tongues meeting as he devoured you, swallowing his pleasure like a wave. You rode your own high on his stilling cock, pleasure filling you from the bottom up. As your moans subsided, he lowered your leg, re-adjusting your dress. With one arm still leaning on the wall, Loki steadied his breaths as you stepped in to zip up his fly, when something over his shoulder caught your eye.
"Scott?" you said, questioningly as Loki looked up. A cruel smile formed at one side of his mouth as he saw Lang standing frozen ten feet away, turned at a 45 degree angle, with his hands over his eyes.
"I swear, I didn’t see anything. Or hear anything. Okay... maybe a little but I gotta be honest guys...I was just going to the bathroom and this isn’t a super private spot, I’m just saying, please don’t melt me or something God of Darkness or...whatever, I can’t remember right now I’m sorry... dude, I have a daughter...don’t kill me please…fuck’"
He trailed off as silence filled the air, broken only by the sound of Loki pulling up his zipper.
"Kill you?" Loki stepped toward Scott, who was lowering his hands from his face, eyes wide with alarm as Loki bent slightly to his eye level, hands clasped behind his back.
"Then who would tell everyone that we were having hot, carnal sex in the hallway?". He straightened when he saw the look of bemused relief on Scott’s face as he registered that he was safe.
"Come, Y/N, the night is young." The mischievous scamp took your hand and led you towards the party as you mouthed an apologetic sorry to Scott, who seemed to have forgotten what he was doing there in the first place.
You felt the glow of Loki’s magic on your pussy again, cleaning away the evidence of your hallway encounter – although it made you miss its earlier uses.
"So, uh…do you have any other surprises I should know about planned for tonight?" you quipped.
Loki twirled you once and dipped you to his knee in the classical ballroom pose.
"Surprises? Me? No, darling." He chuckled at the look on your face, "but I wouldn’t mind seeing more sparks flying off your heels on that dance floor, as long as you’re dancing me with me of course, pet."
You smiled up at him, wondering what else tonight could possibly have in store for you. "Well, what are we waiting for?" you purred. "Let’s burn it to the ground".
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Stark Spangled Banner
One Shot: Title Of Your Sex Tape
KINKTOBER DAY 13: Porn
Cowritten with @spectre-posts
Summary: An innocent joke leads to something a little less innocent as Katie introduces Steve to the world of modern Porn…
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Warnings: Bad language words, smut (NSFW), no under 18s. Porn. Stupid jokes…yeah…
A/N: They’re back!! God, I missed these two idiots so much. Thanks to my cowriter and collaborator for Kinktober for allowing this indulgence. This slots into the SSB timeline after the one shot Ask Questions, Throw Shield Later whilst the team are in the middle of looking for Bucky and the rest of Hydra. If you haven’t read any of the Stark Spangled Universe fics, you might not get this but you can appreciate the smut and humour in itself. And please feel free to check it all out and chat to me with comments and reviews.. Stark Spangled Man is the first starting point…it’s my absolute favourite epic I’ve written. Its’ long as hell but…my total guilty pleasure. I love these babies!
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It started off as an innocent joke.
Katie was lounging in one of the chairs by the desk, watching as Steve and Tony were arguing over some new compact weapons system for the jet when Steve blurted out, “that’s not gonna fit in there.”
Both the Stark siblings, at the same time replied, “title of your sex tape,” before they burst out laughing.
Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. "Children."
Katie looked at him, then snorted. “You love Brooklyn 99, so don’t gimme that!”
"Not when we’re discussing where deadly force weapons fit into a Quinn Jet." He deadpanned
Ignoring him, Tony grinned and turned to his sister . “You know, now you mention it…I can kinda see the similarities.”
“Between him and Perralta?” Katie frowned.
“No, don’t be ridiculous, Kiddo. Between him and Boyle.”
The youngest Stark burst out laughing once more, her head tipping back as she chuckled.
Steve tossed his notes into the air dramatically and scooted back from the table. The wheels of his desk chair skidding over the floor as he stood. "I'm taking a break."
“Oh, Steve… don’t be…” Katie watched him go, before she finished, “…such a baby.”
“Little touchy.” Tony sniffed.
“And he calls me a brat.” Katie scoffed.
“Maybe he’s embarrassed he doesn’t know what a sex tape is.” Tony mused, picking up the notes.
“Course he knows what a sex tape is. They had dirty flicks and stuff back then. And besides, how do you know we ain’t watched porn together?” Katie smirked. “Maybe we have a nasty, dirty video of our own.”
At that Tony first went blank, then white and thereafter a little green.“That is disgusting and I don’t ever wanna hear that ever again, young lady.”
Katie simply popped a shoulder with a big smirk. "I'm going to top off and find Steve. I'll be right back."
Tony simply waved her away as she stood up.
She found him in the main kitchen for the Avengers floor. He too was searching for something and Katie sighed softly as she set her mug down on the counter. Her hip jutted out as she leaned into the granite. "You know, if you weren't so serious in these meetings all the time, you'd at least appreciate a good joke."
“And maybe if you and your brother took the meetings a little more seriously we might be making a more headway into rounding up the remnants of Hydra.”
And finding Buck...
Katie tilted her head to one side and dropped her since folded arms from across her chest. She stepped forward towards Steve and moved into his space. "Alright Soldier, what's really on your mind." Her left arm slid up his chest to around his neck, her engagement ring catching the light. Her right hand stuck to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his tee.
“Nothin….just…damnit I feel like we’re getting nowhere.” He sighed, “we’ve had nothing since that last raid, Sam’s trail on Buck has gone cold. Nat and Clint have found nothing on any of their recon and…who knows where Thor is…add that to the fact your brother and Banner seem to be more focused on building robots that invade our damned apartment in the middle of the night than doing anything of use…”
“I thought you liked the idea of the Iron Legion…god that is still an awful name.” She shook her head.
“I do, I just don’t think it’s the best use of our time.”
"You sound like you need a day off," she scratched at the back of his neck. "Why don't we finish this arms meeting and we take the rest to ourselves?"
Steve took a deep breath. “Maybe.”
"Alright," Katie dropped her arms, knowing not to push it any further. "I'll refill this mug and meet you back in the conference room."
She moved to grab the coffee and poured herself one before she turned back to face Steve.
“Tony is taking this seriously, as we all are. The reason he’s filling his time with this seemingly pointless technology development is because we have no leads and he needs to keep busy. Same reason I’m still working full time on the publishing company.”
Steve only managed a nod, not in a curt way nor any way really.
"Alright then," Katie stated, "back to business."
She brushed past him, not looking back and left the room, almost colliding with Clint on the way.
"Whoa there," he joked.
“Wouldn’t go in there if I was you.” She said with an airy tone as she continued towards the labs. “Captain Cranky is out in full force.”
“I heard that!” Came Steve’s loud voice from the kitchen.
“You were meant to!” She shot back over her shoulder.
Clint watched her go before he walked into the kitchen to find Steve running a large hand over his face.
“Okay…explain.” Clint arched a brow as he reached up into the cupboard for the popcorn.
"Tony being Tony and this whole team has lost focus on the reality of the situation we're in.“
“The whole team hasn’t lost focus, Cap.” Clint shook his head, his tone easy. “What do you think Nat and I have been doing for the past three weeks? Bunking on floors and in dirty motels ain’t exactly been a barrel of laughs.”
Steve sighed. He was just frustrated. There were things not marked off on his list of concerns, most important the last cells of HYDRA and in equal measure, finding Bucky. "I know. I'm sorry." He too filled his mug now and took a last look at the skilled archer, "you're in for a treat in there. Tony wants to fit a new live laser system in the vertical stabilizers.”
Clint frowned, "but it won't fit there."
"That's what I said," Steve scoffed.
Clint looked blank for a moment, “and…so what did Stark say?”
“Both of them simply said that was the title of my…my sex tape, then started laughing.”
"Brooklyn 99, nice," Clint smirked. "A Nova favorite."
Steve exhaled, and then watched as Clint tossed the microwave sack of popcorn into the machine and hit the button.
“You’re not gonna lace that with cayenne pepper again, are you?” He asked as he picked up his refilled mug.
"No...maybe."
Steve simply snorted as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’ll catch you later, better go try and make Tony see sense.”
Clint snorted as Steve left the room. He simply shook his head at and waited for the popcorn to pop.
*****
“Stevie?” Katie called from the kitchen of their apartment. “You wanna beer?”
"Suppose." Steve sat on the couch looking over something on the glass tablet which gave him access to the Stark System files.
"You're supposed to be taking the rest of the day," she shouted again.
“I never technically said that, you did.”
He smirked to himself as he heard Katie’s exasperated groan.
“You’re a pain in my ass…” she grumbled, grabbing two bottles before she headed back into the lounge. She handed him one and quickly snatched the device from his other hand as the exchange happened.
“Hey…”
“Oooh reflexes a little slow there, old man.” She grinned, “didn’t see that comin’, did ya?”
Her soldier frowned then smirked. Very quickly her beer was out of her hand and she was on her back on the couch. "Who you calling old and slow doll?"
She chuckled, her hand reaching up and brushing through his hair. “You…if the cap fits…”
He groaned, “that joke is almost as bad as the sex tape one.”
She grinned again, her green eyes sparkling. “I though it was funny.”
“Hilarious….” He deadpanned before he gave her lips a quick peck.
“Speaking of hilarious, know what really made me wanna laugh when you left for the kitchen?” Her hands smoothed up his biceps to his shoulders as he shifted above her a little, his weight on his knees.
“What?”
“Tony now thinks we made a sex tape."
“What?” Steve blinked. "Why...why would he think that?"
"Because I might have suggested we made one."
Steve groaned, the noise turning into a begrudging chuckle. “What did you do that for?”
“Because he insinuated you didn't know what one was. And I knew it would freak him out, which it did. Why do you think he wouldn’t look at you for the rest of the morning?”
Steve cocked his head to the left and popped a shoulder, "that explains it."
“It amused me, I like fucking with his head.”
"Have you?" Steve quirked a brow.
"Have I what?" Katie sought clarification.
"Made a sex tape." Steve said it with curiosity but his face held a slight cringe. "Like with Ward or...."
“Why did you have to mention that fucker?” Katie rolled her eyes. “No, no I haven’t.”
"No offense meant, doll." Steve sighed. "Just curious."
“If I’d have made a sex tape you would have seen it by now.” Katie took a deep breath, “along with the rest of the world. It would have no doubt been leaked or sold to the press or ransomed back to me or some dumb crap like that. You never heard of Pam and Tommy?”
"Um...."
“I’ll take that as a no.” She snorted, “Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee, famous people, very famous back in 90s…they made a dirty porno for their own use but it was stolen by some guy doing work on their house. He turned it into a video and it basically got sold to the public, ended up on the internet.”
"That's...grim." Steve wrinkled its nose.
"Yeah, some people still find it funny but it blew up all over the world and wreaked havoc on their lives and marriage. In good ways and bad ways." Katie popped a shoulder.
"You know, back in the day Dirty flicks used to be held in dark rooms for men only and cost a good penny." Steve mused. "Buck and I snuck into one once. We were sixteen and he managed to pop the back door to a showroom open.
“Oh get you, you dirty dog.” She grinned before she suddenly cocked an eyebrow up. “You seen any porn since defrosting?”
Steve shook his head, "nope." He popped the 'p'.
“D’ya wanna?”
He immediately flushed a bit.
Katie held his gaze before she leaned up to kiss him again, “I love how I can still make you blush.”
He kissed her lip softly. "Say we do, whatcha got in mind?"
“Do what? Watch porn?” She smirked, “I really have created a monster, huh?”
"Well," Steve sat back from caging her in on the sofa. "Call it curiosity or comparison for science."
“Science, huh. Tony would be proud.” She stayed where she was and reached for the tv remote. “But to answer your question there’s all sorts available…I can’t say I’m really intrigued by some of the hardcore stuff but…” she then nodded to the screen and Steve looked round to see the image was some form of menu from a porn site.
His eyes flicked down, reading the various types available and he felt himself grimacing.
“Okay, what the…big cock? Blowjob? School girl? No…just…”
“It’s all different fetishes, or kinks, not actual school girls…hang on…” Katie laughed, “here, couple, female friendly…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what it says. They’re designed to be a little less…well, more about the actual romance of the sex itself and not just the kink. They’re called that as they’re videos that people in relationships might wanna watch to have a little fun, get aroused. Or maybe women on their own if they’re feeling that way inclined. Think of them as being the real dirty parts a romance film leaves out or doesn’t quite show you in explicit detail.”
"Hmmmm…" he hummed, looking over the thumbnail images of the videos. "Alright, so we just...pick one?"
"Yeah," Katie nodded. "Only if you want."
He nodded, he could do this…in fact, he kinda wanted to. Contrary to what people may think, Steve classes himself as fairly open minded when it came to sex. Whilst people no doubt assumed Captain America’s bedroom appetites to be either non existent or “vanilla” it wasn’t. Katie had brought out a side to him he’d never indulged before, one that might have been called deviant back in ‘his’ time. But, well, everyone told him he needed to move with the times, didn’t they?
And this was one area that he was more than happy to embrace the modern side of. He was comfortable enough now to share his sexual appetites and links with his fiancée. Just how he should be.
Sure, he could watch a dirty flick with his gal...no shame in that.
"Alright, doll. You pick, I ain’t got a clue."
Katie looked at him then turned her attention to the television. She scroll down a little more then hovered over one particular video. "This looks like it could be okay." Steve examine the title. Husband surprise his wife with sexy night in bedroom. He snorted and looked at her.
She merely smirked and shrugged. "Soon enough," she pressed play.
“That’s not…okay, that wasn’t what I was thinking but it is now.” He chuckled, “no I was gonna say as far as sex tapes go that’s a really shit title.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she grinned, “or in this case a porno by its title.”
Steve chuckled and turned his attention back to the screen, his warming beer in hand.
Katie shifted besides him as the video began to play, sitting up and tucking her legs up onto the couch so that her head was leaning onto Steve’s shoulder.
The set up was awful and so contrived. The wife had come home for a stressful day at the office. Her husband had come home earlier than she to set up his romantic night at home. Candle lit dinner and soft music with what was no doubt grape juice over wine as they sat together gazing at one another.
Steve scoffed and snorted as Katie giggled and at one point the two were in a fit of giggles as the actors on screen ridiculously flirted in the most unconvincing way about their attraction to one another.
“Well this ain’t winning any Oscars any time soon.” Katie snorted, and then downright howled as the husband told his wife he was going to take her to heaven and back, “oh Jesus!”
Steve chuckled, "well, doll, have I taken you to heaven yet?"
Katie looked at him, and then burst out laughing, “Steve…oh my…stop!”
“You ain’t answered the question!” He started to laugh as Katie shook her head.
“You take me to heaven every single time , baby…” she fluttered her eyelashes.
He chuckled deeper at her silly flutter, his eyes flicking to the screen, "Looks like it's finally getting to the actual deed."
“Bout fucking time, pardon the pun.”
As most softer porn flicks, the couple started with very romantic kissing and heavy petting.
Steve watched, tilting his head a little bit as the camera focused on the expression on the blonde woman’s face. Then it flicked to the ‘husband’s’ hand as it started to knead at a sheer lace covered breast.
“You know what else is unrealistic?” Katie mumbled.
"Hmmm," Steve hummed, as his fingers trailed up and down Katie's exposed arm. She'd since led her head in his lap, facing the television.
“No one would ever wear that underwear to work.”
"You wouldn't?" He kept watch.
“That would be uncomfortable as fuck.” She let out a breath. “My fancy underwear is reserved for date nights only.”
"I like your fancy underwear."
“I know you do. Especially the blue and white set.”
Steve gave a little grunt in appreciation at the favorite bra and panty set which he damn near wanted to rip off her any time she wore it.
She fell silent again as they both concentrated on the screen. It was getting a little steamy, now. The woman's bra had been removed and now the ‘husband’ was paying a lot of attention to his ‘wife’s’ breasts and nipples.
Steve sensed the rhythm of Katie's heart uptick and her body language had subtly changed. He knew exactly why. This was one of her kinks. Nothing got his future bride as heated up or as turned on as when he played with her tits. In fact, he could distinctly recall a few times he’d got her off from doing that alone.
So he did what he thought would be alright by her and moved his hand from her arm and down the collar of her tank she'd changed into after calling the work day over. Thick and long fingers dipped between her skin and bra, circling around her areola first, then her nipple. He'd acted as though it was absent minded, but there was nothing absent about his actions.
He felt her chest hitch, but he didn’t look down. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as he felt Katie starting to twitch a little as she lay on her side, cheek to his thigh.
Steve's free hand twitched itself, just a little, imperceptibly even, as he set to controlling himself. He, too, was getting a little warm as the video continued on. The sounds, sighs and moans, combined with Katie's own reactions were making the space in the gusset of his pants a little tight.
And he knew from Katie’s proximity to said crotch area, there was no way she wouldn’t have noticed.
The action switched from the attention on the wife's breasts to now lips over her tight and taught abs, mouthing over a covered mound and sucking her clit through the fabric.
He felt Katie shift a little more obviously this time, and for the first time he glanced down to see she’d squeezed her thighs together. That made Steve want to groan out loud at the thought of how wet she’d likely be inside those damned denim shorts she was wearing, the ones she always liked to lounge around their penthouse in.
For a man who had a great amount of self-control, his brunette haired little vixen seemed to make it snap quite quickly. His eyes flicked back to the action at hand and now the husband had pulled himself from his slacks, fisting his shaft as he ate his wife out.
And that was the point a noise slipped from his lips, an almost imperceptible little grunt. But not so imperceptible his girl didn't notice.
Katie rolled to her back, those stunning eyes looking up at her fiancé. His hand was still down her shirt, and with the twist of her body, he'd managed a full handful now of her breast.
He blinked down at her, as she flicked a brow up, a silently question as to why his hand had stopped its movements.
"C'mere…"
She sat up, immediately, and obediently moved to straddle his strong thighs with her own.
Very quickly, Steve's lips crashed into hers as his strong hands held her face in his palms. The kiss was heavy, lustful. Fingers trailed down her neck and over her breasts, lowering to the hemline of her tank top. In a flash it was over her head and on the floor at his feet.
Her nails raked at his flat, strong abs as she reciprocated, yanking his tee off and tossing it over her shoulder. There was a clink as it collided with and knocked their beer bottles over on the coffee table, but neither of them gave a shit.
Katie's breasts were exposed the second Steve's hands were free, easily undoing the back clasp as he'd expertly learned to do. He cupped them both, pushing them together and buried his face between them. His nose slid between the valley of her breasts as he kissed the edges. Thumbs rolled her nipples between his forefingers as his hips tilted his erection toward her clit.
“Fuck…” the first word either of them had spoken in a while fell from her plump lips as her head tilted back, nails digging into his shoulders.
Steve hummed along her skin, his warm and inviting open mouth covering the nipple on her right side. His tongue swirled around the erect skin before teeth pulled at it in a gentle fashion before lips enclosed around it to make up for the harsh contrast of his nip.
Katie moaned loudly, drowning out the noise of the long forgotten porno on the television. It was a noise that went straight to his already rock hard dick, as he ground his hips upwards again.
Steve moved them to the cushions of the couch with a lightning speed. With Katie's back now against the black butter like leather, he kissed her lips first, then her jaw, her neck and down her sternum with short pecks before finishing his assault on her left nipple, which he hadn't forgotten about.
She was putty in his hands. Her fingers were in his dark blond hair, nails raking at his scalp before they dug into his shoulders, just below the junction with his neck.
The super soldier growled at the tingle of pain before pulling back and immediately fiddling with the button on Katie's shorts. There was absolutely no slow movements to his task. He was rock hard and desperate to bury himself between her thighs. After, of course, a little snack.
Said shorts joined the haphazard pile of clothes strewn around the floor and room, as did her black panties.
"Thought you didn't wear those to work..."
“Those ain’t fancy…” she swallowed as she took a deep breath.
Steve was belly to leather as she spoke. His left hand pushing Katie's bent knee into the back cushion while his right hand pressed the inside of her left thigh to open her wide for him. His lips met the apex of her inner thigh before he immediately puckered his soft lips around her clit.
Katie's back arched off the couch, her hands flying to her own chest to further give attention to her nipples as he sucked hard before laving his tongue over her weeping slit.
"Fuck, doll, you're soaked." Steve rasped against her folds. "And you taste so good."
“Stop, talking…” her hand pushed his head further into her.
With a growl, he kept at her. Tongue poking and licking, lips covering that sensitive bud before he managed to probe two fingers deep inside her. He fucked her with precision, his palm down, coiling her tighter. It was when he moved palm up and hooked his knuckles just a little that she cried out with two flicks of her spongy upper wall.
Her hands back at her breasts, her hips bucked violently as she trembled, her breathing now rapid, a sure sign she was teetering on that edge.
"C'mon, doll. Cum for me, baby."
“Stevie…Stevie…I’m…” her voice trailed off into a low, broken moan as her back arched and her hands flew to the cushions of the couch.
"Oh fuck," Steve spat quickly as his mouth covered her again, his tongue and fingers working her over as she came.
Her hand was soon pushing him away, those smooth, shapely legs trembling as he moved away and sat up, hastily undoing the front of his jeans.
Like the 'husband' from the video, Steve pushed his pants and boxers to his thighs and stroked himself before immediately lining up and sliding right inside his bride to be.
A satisfied noise came from her throat as he bottomed out, his weight held on his forearms as his forehead pressed to hers.
"Jesus, sweetheart," his breath fanned her face. Steve snapped his hips; once, twice and on the third go, he gave a grind against her overly sensitive clit.
“Stevie, don’t…” she stopped dead to let out a little grunt, her nails raking up his back. “Just…just fuck me, soldier.”
"Yes, ma'am," Steve grunted as he snapped his hips and picked up speed. He kept his balance over her and his weight still in his arms as his lower body did the work.
Katie’s eyes locked onto his, her pupils blown as the motion of his thrusts moved her back up and down the sofa cushion beneath her. Her hands moved, and she cupped his face and pulled him down for a filthy kiss.
Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip, causing Steve to press his fingertips into the leather near her head. He was close and he'd hoped to fucking whomever that she was too because damn it did this rush feel good.
Her hands kept his face there, mouth open against his, noses pressed together as she panted and moaned at his movements. She could feel him twitching inside her, and knew he was close. And so was she. The heat was beginning to build between her legs and in the pit of her stomach once more, and fast.
"Harder." She stated into his mouth.
“Fuck, Doll…” he pushed his hips forward as hard as he dare, snapping them back and then forward again with a ferocious force.
That did it just enough and Katie was yanking at the longer hair atop his head as she cried out.
As soon as he felt her go, Steve allowed himself to give in with a surge that seemed of rise from his toes upwards. Single handedly, he balanced on one arm as he pulled Katie's head so their lips could meet in the same instance he came, crushing her into his face.
The kiss was stilted, but passionate none the less, flickering out into soft, lingering pecks as he sighed, his chest heaving.
His nose eventually bumped hers and she hummed in tired delight.
“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes opening slowly.
"Oh, doll, do I love you." He said with a soft baritone and he lowered his lips again. "I'm gonna love you forever."
Katie smiled, dumb fucked and satiated, "So, about that sex tape of our own...…"
Steve opened his mouth to reply, but never got the chance.
“Fuck me in the ass.”
The pair of them stilled, and then in identical, slow movements both turned their heads to the long forgotten porno that was still playing.
Both sputtered and fell back into loud, belly laughter.
“Call me old fashioned, doll…” Steve pecked her lips, “but I think I prefer it off screen so to speak.”
"So that's a no to porn?"
“Not a hard no…I mean, I’m…no…don’t make that into an innuendo!”
Katie cackled as Steve snorted, his forehead resting on her collar bone.
“Would you wear the underwear?” He mumbled into her skin.
"Oh most definitely."
“Then… I’m in.”
Steve felt Katie start to chuckle again, and he knew what she was gonna say before she said it but still he let out a low groan as she blurted the same childish line that had started this whole damned thing.
“Title of your sex tape!”
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Our Gal (Steve X Fem!Reader X Bucky)
Characters: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader X Bucky Barnes
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Presumed death
Request: If it's not too much trouble can I ask a stucky x reader where they first met in the 40's and R was known by everyine as their gal. Fast forward, avengers get invited to asgard by thor and stucky sees R while she was walking around the palace (cause she is a goddess) and it's just like a teary af reunion. (odin found out about stucky x reader in the 40's and he forbid R from going back to midgard)
Steve and Bucky had unique lives. That was undeniable. They had been born in a different time, born during the First World War, and grew up to be in the right age range for the second. They enlisted, they were experimented on, one of them also being tortured, and they were both frozen and thrown into a new time, and that was just the bare basics. However, they never forgot their roots. Steve never forgot his mother who he lost so early, and Bucky never forgot his baby sister who he never got to see grow up, get married, and have a family of her own. He’d often wonder what happened to her, but was always too afraid to go digging. While they were grateful to be in a time that was now a lot more accepting of them- though they still had to put up quite a fight and have Tony make a fuss to get the memorial for them change the phrasing to not call them ��best friends’, that didn’t stop the pair from getting together whenever they both were free, and reminiscing. Today was no exception.
“Do you remember Y/N?” Steve had asked rather suddenly. These conversations were also great for Bucky in remembering parts of his past that he may not have remembered on first glance, and admittedly, Steve had been wanting to ask this question for a long, long time, but he was never sure if he would actually remember you, since quite a few things were still blurry for Buck- including loved ones. However, the fear of heartbreak of having to remind Bucky of you vanished as Bucky’s eyes seemed to light up, and Steve smiled.
“Do I? I don’t think I ever really forgot about her.” Bucky answered, his eyes wandering off to nothing as he went into a deep thought- reminiscing, pulling all the memories that included your face to the front of his mind, and the more he thought about you, the more memories he seemed to find, until he found one that made him laugh to himself. “Do you remember before you got the serum and we came to meet you in the bar, and we walked in right as we caught that soldier being an ass to you?”
“And before you could do anything, she walked right up behind him and hit him so hard in the back of the head his cap went flying? And then she berated him until you had to pull her away?” Steve questioned with a smirk, and Buckly laughed quietly to himself. “Did I ever tell you about her reaction to me coming home after the serum?”
“No, I don’t think you did.”
“I came in and she was distracted, she turned around and I guess I scared her before she nearly punched me square in the face before I stopped her and she saw my face.” He retold the story, and Bucky burst out laughing, and Steve couldn’t help his own chuckle.
“How the hell did we get so lucky to have her?” Bucky questioned aloud after calming down a little. It was a good question, something Steve couldn’t answer either. They had met you just after they had finished school, your first interaction being when a man had cat called you and started following you when you didn’t respond and both of them, not standing for that, yelled at the dude to leave you alone, nearly causing a fight, before they offered to walk you home to ensure he didn’t continue following you when they were gone, and on that walk home, you three bonded exceedingly well and you agreed to meet with them at a later date. That first meet up quickly turned into a full blown date, which resulted in several more, until you were officially a couple. You blended in so well, it was like you were always there, always meant to be there. Always meant to be their gal. However, now you weren’t there, and the pair suddenly realised this, and a sad air surrounded them. “Do you think she’s still alive?” Bucky inquired.
“I… I tried looking for her. Any trace of her disappeared not long after the war ended. I don’t know what happened, Buck.” Steve answered, now regretting bringing you up. He wished he had a better answer. A real answer. He had tried looking for you- but records were poorly kept back then, or not kept at all, and he was only able to find those first few records of you after their ‘deaths’ because you stayed in the apartment you three shared until the lease ended, and you presumably moved out. He couldn’t find any marriage, birth or death records to show that maybe you could have moved on and lived a good life- a life he and Bucky would have wanted you to have without them, but nothing. You just… disappeared. “I could try having Nat look for her-”
“Who are you talking about?” The booming voice got the pair’s attention as they turned to look at the demi-god, Thor. His appearance quickly reminded the pair of why they had shown up to work today- Thor was treating them and a few others of the team to a trip to Asgard.
“Oh uh… someone from our past… someone we miss.” Bucky answered, making it clear that he didn’t want to be pressed, and Thor didn’t. He simply nodded, and moved on with telling them that everyone was ready to go, and with that, they tried to push you to the back of their head, at least till they came back. Then they could properly talk about you, their feelings, and how they’d like to remember you by- maybe look for old photos of you and frame them or something.
They arrived at Asgard no longer than 30 minutes afterwards with their host, Natasha, Tony and Bruce. The others had noticed the pair being a little withdrawn, but a silent glance to ask if they were alright and a small sad smile told them they weren’t in the mood to talk, and so they just focussed on the beauty of the kingdom in front of them as they walked down the bridge towards it. Thor pointed them towards several landmarks and their story and importance as they left the bridge and entered the large area just outside the kingdom where people walked around, sitting and talking, or walking around the nearby stalls, watching entertainers, or stood watching their children chase each other around.
Admittedly, Bucky hadn’t been paying attention. He was busy looking up at the towering structures around him, noticing a balcony on a turret, and he saw some ladies stood looking down at everyone They were far away, and while he knew his mind was just playing tricks on him because of his recent conversation, he swore one of them looked like you, though before he look closer, they evacuated inside. He sighed, before trying to focus on what Thor was saying, catching him talking about a time Loki stabbed him, which cheered him up a little, glancing at Steve to see how he was doing. He was smiling, but he could see that distant look in his eye. This was gonna sting for a long time.
“Lady Y/N!” Thor’s call caught both men by surprise, immediately making them pay full attention to the god, seeing he’d turned towards one of the large entrances of the main castle, seeing a young lady rushing outside. Bucky recognised the dress colour from one of the women on the balcony, but she approached he realised… it was you. Bucky heard Steve gasp and shudder beside him, and Bucky felt himself become weak like all his energy had been drained from him.
You looked different. You were always radiant and beautiful, but right now, you seemed to exude radiance and beauty in tenfold, your hair styled intricately like the hair of the women around you, decorated with gold and jewels that seemed to drip down to your neck, waist, arms… you looked like royalty.
You looked like a goddess.
However, you weren’t striding over to them, holding yourself with the power you glowed with. Oh no. You were practically charging at them, and as soon as you were close enough, you dropped the front of your skirt to open your arms, grabbing both men and pulling them into the tightest hug you could muster. You were gasping for breath, and the two men were in disbelief that it was actually you holding them. That was, until your heavy breathing turned into sobs as you muttered. “My boys. I thought I’d lost you.”
Your boys. They were your boys. And you were their gal.
Both men immediately wrapped their arms around you in return, closing their eyes and just savouring the moment to finally have you back with them, something they had deeply believed would never happen again. The last time either of them had held you like this was on those last missions, promising to come home to you.
“Lady Y/N, How do you know these two?” Thor interrupted the moment rather sheepishly. The three of you gave each other a final squeeze before you pulled away and turned to face the long haired blonde, as well as your boy’s other friends who looked at you in awe. You clamped your hands together in front of you properly, straightening your back and raising your chin.
“I met Bucky and Steve just before the Second World War when I stayed on Earth for a period of time… We’re extremely close.”
“As in…” Bruce gently pushed for you to continue, though Steve was the one who spoke up with grin, resting a hand on your arm, and Bucky rather gently tugged on your other arm, and you unclasped your hands to hold his, and rest your other hand on top of Steve’s.
“She’s our gal.”
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also i want you to rank the multiversal stevetonies: 1872, 616, ults, mcu, and any others you want to include ✨
OOOOO BOY. Okay
So number one is extremely unsurprisingly going to be 616. They're the ogs and absolutely no one does it like them. The slow burn, the extremely unresolved homoeroticism, and the angst (the ANGST!!!!!),, all of that is just unparalleled. None can compete with that much lore and all those moments of them just saying sappy gay shit like "you gave me a home" or "i'm not half as good at anything as i am when i'm doing it next to you", or absolutely heart-wrenching things like "it wasn't worth it" or "he loved you, and he admired you, even when you fought"
After some deliberation with my own self I have decided that 1610 (Marvel Ultimates) is my second favourite. I just love the dynamic A LOT. Imagine you're this repressed homosexual man who was transported a billion years into the future and you fall in love with the most obnoxious man ever and then you find out he's dying. The struggle of reconciling with your own self and then trying to pursue something with someone who might as well be dead. There are just so many possibilities
MCU is going to be a respectable third. I have a lot of fondness for it because it is what introduced me to stevetony (when I first saw the helicarrier scene all I remember was thinking "these guys have sexual tension and I want to be there when they resolve it"). One complaint I have is the initial hostility that they had, because I think A LOT of people got hung up on that lmao. I don't really watch marvel movies anymore, not even old ones bc they just make me sad :-(. Still, they have some absolutely incredible moments like "i'm home" or "do you trust me" "i do" and "i thought you and Tony were still gazing into each other's eyes (thanks natasha)"
1872... Oh 1872. I have a lot of feelings and not enough Canon content, and that's the only reason why it's so low on the list. I love how Steve was literally the CATALYST for Tony becoming Iron man like. That is so sick omg... He was so grief-stricken that he literally went mad. I also fucking love their interactions "I think you pulled enough corks for today, Stark. It ain't even noon" "oh why hello there sherif. I guess you have nothing better to do than infringe on my constitutionally guaranteed right to pursue happiness (can't argue w that ngl)"
Avengers Assemble!! I actually fucking love them ngl but the reason why they're number five is that there isn't enough angst. Where is the bloodshed and death and tears????? I need to see grown men crying and screaming in agony thanks. Other than that, I love their dynamic and how fucking domestic they are. They are so married they're making my parents look single omg like GET A ROOM GUYS. My favourite thing that Steve ever said in that show was "iron or not, you're still the man" hell yeah boy get that dick
Marvel's avengers 2020 (the video game!!). God. I did not play it myself but I have seen Stevetony scenes and they are so SICK. Tony being so fucking DEVASTATED at Steve's death is really entertaining and makes me very happy. He should continue being sad hehe >:-))
Other than that, I haven't seen any other universes w them in it. There's EMH, and I'm planning to watch it eventually (I'll let you know what I think!) and as for 3490, I think that needs a separate post in itself. I hope this answered your question hehe ty <33333
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Bucky/Avengers x reader
Warnings - mentions of death, psychological damage
They had done it, they had finally defeated Thanos and gotten everyone back.
After fighting for so long Bucky saw Nat and Sam and ran up to him hugging them tightly.
"Where's Steve and Y/N?" He asked as they looked at him sadly.
"A lot has changed Buck." Sam whispered, Bucky looked at them worriedly.
"T-They died didn't they?" Bucky replied with wide eyes.
"Steve, well it's complicated. But he's gone. A-And Y/N, is safe back at the compound." Nat said as Bucky looked at them in confusion.
"S-So, Steve's gone. But Y/N, she's okay?" Bucky asked as they nodded.
"Well, she's safe. But...different." Sam replied only make Bucky even more confused.
"Let's just get everyone home okay?"
-
It had been a long road to get everyone back to the compound. Everyone was exhausted. They had lost a lot, Clint, Tony and Steve, they were all gone. But they were glad they had won and gotten most of the universe back to normal after five years.
Nat and Sam made it to the Avengers compound, the rest of the team already there.
Bucky entered to see Bruce as his eyes widened.
"What the hell?" He muttered, Bruce did look a little...different.
"Welcome back Bucky!" He said as Bucky chuckled awkwardly then moved on.
"So, can I see Y/N?" He asked as Sam and Nat looked at each other.
"Y-Yeah, come with me." Nat said as Sam left them both, it was too hard for Sam to see you these days.
Bucky followed Nat up the stairs where they were met with a hallway full of doors.
"This place is pretty nice compared to the tower." Bucky commented as he looked around.
"Yeah, well Tony and I would usually work on it when we got bored grieving." Nat joked laughing a little, but there was pain behind her voice.
"Why didn't Y/N come down and see us? Isn't she excited I'm back?" Bucky asked, still confused. Nat looked at him but didn't say anything as she opened one of the doors.
Bucky saw you in the pinkish room in the middle with a colouring book.
"Y/N?" Bucky asked walking in to where you could see him, but you wouldn't look up. He knelt down to you.
"Y/N, doll. I'm back, aren't you happy to see me?" He asked looking at you, but you didn't respond.
"Nat...what happened?" Bucky whispered looking up to Nat as you continued to colour.
"Y/N, do you want to come down and have something to eat?" Nat asked as you stopped and looked behind you at her, it was like Bucky was invisible to you. You nodded a little and closed the book before standing up.
You shuffled over to Nat and kept your head down as you stood in front of her.
She smiled and took your hand gently leading you out of the room, Bucky followed behind you. He couldn't find any of the right words.
"Nat. What the hell is going on?" He said stopping in front of you both, you looked away from him and squeezed Nat's hand.
"I-I don't understand what's happening here. Y/N." He whispered reaching towards you but you backed away from him.
"Buck, Y/N isn't in there anymore." Nat whispered looking at him sadly.
"W-What do you mean?" He asked in disbelief.
"Let's go get some food, and I'll explain everything." Nat said as Bucky nodded and let you both walk back downstairs where most of the team was.
They were with Pepper trying to plan a funeral for the three they had lost.
"Nat, could you come help us?" Bruce asked as she nodded looking over to see Sam.
"Sam, can you take Y/N to get some food. And maybe fill Bucky in on some things he's missed?" Nat asked as Sam looked up, he nodded and came over to you. He hated to see you like this, but he still smiled.
"Come on, we'll get food." He said walking past the group into the kitchen away from the teams conversation.
You sat down at the kitchen table as Sam began to make a sandwich.
"Sam, please. Tell me what happened." Bucky said looking to you then Sam.
"Well, when the snap happened. We all kind of fell apart here, we all went our seperate ways. Y/N and Nat did their best to try and keep us all together, but we were all so lost. Tony had a family, Steve tried to forget about everything that had happened and Clint well he went rouge. We were all so busy with our own lives it took us a while to check in on Y/N. When we did we realised she was missing, we all thought she had moved away and moved on. We were all too selfish and wrapped up in our own lives to see that she might be in trouble." Sam said as he came over to you and handed you the sandwich he had made.
"By the time we had found her...it had already been over three years." Sam said looking down at you.
"W-What do you mean? Where was she? What happened?" Bucky asked in a panic.
"He found her Buck. Took her away, tortured her, abused her and...changed her. When we finally found her, the Y/N we knew was long gone." Sam whispered as Bucky's eyes widened.
When Sam said 'he' Bucky knew exactly who he meant, your father. Your powerful father that you had escaped. And now Sam was telling him that he had found you again.
"We managed to kill her father. We took her back here and Nat took care of her, then we defeated Thanos and got everyone back. Well, almost everyone." Sam said sighing sadly.
"I-I can't believe I wasn't here for her." Bucky whispered sitting beside you as you ate.
"It wasn't your fault Buck, we're the ones that should feel guilty. We're the reason he took her again. We're the reason she can't speak, the reason she can't remember, the reason she..." Sam trailed off as he covered his face.
"I'm sorry." He whispered before walking off leaving you with Bucky.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry." Bucky whispered looking at you, he could see there was no one behind your eyes. You were just a shell now.
"M-Maybe we can try some things. Try and get you back." Bucky said as Nat entered the room.
"We've tried. Even Tony tried but it didn't work, we all just came to terms with it I suppose. Even though we all still feel guilty for letting her go for so long. I just do my best to make sure she's safe now." Nat said as Bucky closed his eyes trying his best to not cry.
"I should've been here." He whispered as Nat sat across from you and him.
"Bucky, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault that you were effected by the snap. Everything has changed, we just need to get used to it unfortunately. There's a lot for you to process, you've lost five years of your life, you lost your best friend and now Y/N. Take it easy here, just rest. We're all taking care of the funeral." Nat said as Bucky nodded and looked up.
"You really took care of her this whole time?" Bucky asked as Nat smiled fondly at you.
"She's my best friend Bucky, I would never leave her. Somewhere inside of her she remembers you, sometimes when she sleeps I can hear her mutter your name. So, I know there's some memories still there. We've barely had anytime for doctors but Bruce and I are going to get onto the best doctors in the city. They'll be able to help us more, help us understand what's happening to her. I don't think we can ever get her back, but maybe we can help her feel more safe." Nat said as Bucky nodded. He smiled and gently took your hand as you looked up at him.
"I missed you doll." He whispered before you pulled your hand away and looked away from him making his smile fade.
"Y/N it's okay, Bucky's a friend." Nat said as you nodded a little but continued eating your sandwich.
"I-I think, I just need some time alone." Bucky whispered standing up, he looked at you before leaving you with Nat.
"It's going to take everyone time to adjust to all of this." Nat whispered as you finished off your sandwich.
"Nat!" Someone called out as Nat looked up to see Peter running into the kitchen. She smiled and stood up to hug him.
"It's good to see you kid." Nat said hugging him tightly as he chuckled.
"Pepper talked to me about Y/N. I'm sorry." He muttered pulling away to look down at you.
"Yeah, a lot changed in fives years. She'll be okay though, she's as safe as she can be here." Nat said as Peter smiled and sat beside you.
"Pepper told me you like to colour so I brought this that I found in New York." Peter said pulling out a Spider-Man colouring book.
"It's based on me." He said flipping through the pages as you put your hand on it and smiled a little.
"Isn't that cool?" He said as you nodded.
"Thank you for doing that Peter, she really appreciates it." Nat responded for you making Peter smile.
"I have to head back into the city to see Aunt May again, I'll see you all again in a few days at the funeral." Peter said standing up and hugging Nat one last time before saying goodbye to you both.
"Do you want to go for a walk outside?" Nat asked looking down at you as you nodded a little. She helped you stand up and held onto your hand as you made your way outside together.
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Nat had gotten you to go back sleep in your room and most of the team had left. She found Sam down in the main room watching TV.
"When was the last time you slept?" She asked as he looked up and sighed.
"It's hard to sleep when there's so much going on in my mind. I can't even begin to start thinking about everything that's happened. Now with Bucky and everyone back, it just makes me feel even more guilty about Y/N. Some part of me wishes...wishes that she would've got effected by the snap. Or...that Thanos killed her at the beginning of all of this." He whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
"Sam." Nat whispered sitting down as he looked up.
"She's suffering Nat, she isn't the same. She will never be the same again, I can see how much she's hurting inside her own mind." Sam said covering his face as Nat sighed.
"I know Sam. No one knows more than me. We all know death would be mercy." Nat muttered looking down at her hands.
They heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky staring at them with wide eyes.
"Bucky..." Nat whispered as he glared at them and began to leave.
Nat grabbed him and stopped him.
"How could you say that! After everything we've been through with Y/N, how could you say that you would rather her dead?" Bucky grumbled as Nat looked into his eyes.
"Yes, because you haven't seen the worst of it Bucky. This is one of her good days, you haven't seen the endless sleepless nights of her screaming and trying to hurt herself. You haven't seen the days where she cries until she passes out, you haven't seen the times when she's been so traumatised that all she wants to do is die, you haven't watched her beg for mercy." Nat said trying to hold back her tears.
"I didn't want to tell you all of this because everything is all still new to you. But she is suffering Bucky." Nat said sternly as Bucky looked away from her.
"It sounds harsh but we all know that death would doing her a favour." Nat said as Bucky tried to hold back his tears.
They heard a noise and looked up to see you as their eyes widened.
"Y/N." Nat whispered as you looked at them in shock and quickly ran the other way out the door into the night.
"Y/N!" Bucky shouted as they all ran after you.
You kept running into the forest as Bucky quickly caught up with you and grabbed you.
"Y/N stop!" He shouted as you screamed and tried to break away from him.
"No!" You screamed as Nat quickly caught up.
"Y/N, sweetie it's okay. Please just calm down." Nat said as you began to cry and shook your head.
"Y-You want...you want m-me dead!" You shouted struggling to find the right words.
"No we don't, we were just trying to understand how we could give you peace." Sam said as you shook your head again. You screamed as your eyes glowed white and you sent everyone flying back before you started running again.
Nat fell to the ground as she groaned, she had lost sight of you.
"Shit, Y/N!" She shouted standing up, she didn't even know where to begin.
"Where would she run to?" Bucky asked standing up from the ground.
"This is all your fault! She was fine and then you came back and this happens!" Nat screamed at him as Sam quickly ran over to them.
"Guys now isn't the time, we need to find Y/N. She's in a lot of danger." Sam said as Nat groaned, she knew Sam was right. Now wasn't the time to blame each other.
"I'll go get my motorbike and search the roads, you two stay on the ground and search the forest." Nat said as the two men nodded and headed into the trees.
"I can't lose her again." Sam muttered as they began to walk.
"Why do you blame yourself?" Bucky asked making Sam scoff.
"Because I was her friend Bucky, and I failed her." He growled as Bucky looked at him sadly.
"We need to stop blaming ourselves, it won't bring her back." Bucky replied as Sam nodded and sighed.
"I know." Sam whispered as they headed further into the forest.
They heard a scream and quickly ran to where they had heard it.
They found themselves at the top of a small hill, they looked down to see you at the bottom.
"Y/N!" Bucky said quickly sliding down to the bottom with you.
"I'm sorry." You whispered beginning to cry as he looked at you sadly.
"It's okay doll, you didn't do anything." He said looking down t see you had cut your leg open.
"I-I ran away, I ran away." You whispered through your tears.
"Call Nat and tell her we found her, I'll get her out of here." Bucky said as Sam nodded and pulled out his phone.
"It's okay, I'm going to get you out of here. Is it okay if I pick you up?" Bucky asked as you looked at him and nodded a little.
He slowly picked up up as you cried in pain.
"It's alright, I've got you." He whispered trying to best to cling up the steep hill. He managed to get to the top and Sam helped you both to stand again. Bucky kept you in his arms as you cried and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry." You whispered in a broken voice as Bucky looked at you sadly.
"Come on, let's get you back to the house." Bucky said as you nodded and held onto Bucky.
You made it back to the Avengers base and Nat came rushing out to you.
"Y/N! Are you okay?" She asked as you looked up at her.
"She injured her leg on a branch." Sam said, Nat looked down at your leg to see blood as she quickly guided Bucky and you inside.
"I can stitch it back up, bring her to the infirmary." Nat said leading them upstairs to the small infirmary in the building. Bucky sat you down on a chair and Nat quickly brought out the medical supplies.
"Sweetie this is going to hurt a bit while I do this, but I need you to be strong for me okay?" Nat said as you sniffled and nodded, you held onto Bucky's hand as Nat began to work on the wound. You covered your face and cried softly as Bucky held onto your hand.
"It's okay Y/N, you're doing so well for us." He whispered, you rested your head on his chest as you cried softly.
Bucky just closed his eyes and kept you close to him, he hadn't been this close to you since he'd come back.
After a few minutes Nat had stitched up the wound and bandaged it.
"We're all done sweetie." Nat said as you nodded and looked at her.
"I-I ran away." You whispered as she looked at you sadly. She knew that you used to try and run from your father, and what he would do to you when he caught you.
"Y/N it's okay, you're not in trouble. You were just afraid." Nat said, you nodded and wiped away your tears.
"Come on, let's get you back to bed." Sam said helping you stand up as you stopped.
"W-Will you...kill me?" You whispered as the three heroes looked at you sadly.
"No sweetie, we were just trying to understand how we could give you peace. We shouldn't even have mentioned it." Nat said holding onto your hands as you nodded.
"B-Bed." You muttered letting Nat lead you out of the infirmary.
"You guys go back downstairs, I'll take her to bed." Nat said as the two men nodded and headed away from you.
Nat took you to your room and helped you to get into bed.
"Get some rest. Wake me up if you need anything okay?" Nat said smiling at you as you nodded and closed your eyes.
"Goodnight Y/N."
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Bucky had woken up in the middle of the night to get some water, he decided to head into your room to check on you. He found you not in bed as he began to worry, he ran down stairs and saw the tv playing with you staring at it rocking back and forth.
"Y/N?" He whispered as he looked to the tv to see it was an old recording of the whole team and you on Christmas morning together.
He could hear your small whimpers as you stared at it. He watched your happy smile on the video as you laughed and hugged Bucky.
He sat down beside you and watched the tv play the happy memory.
"Tony that's enough eggnog!" You shouted snatching a glass of eggnog from Tony's hand in the video.
You reached up and touched Tony's face on the tv as you cried a little.
The picture changed to your face as you looked up at it and cried.
"Y/N." Bucky whispered as he watched you stare at the happy image of yourself.
"G-Gone." You whispered ever so quietly before the video ended.
You just stayed staring at the blank screen as your eyes searched for something.
"Doll, I know it's hard to look back at those times. To see our family and to see...us. But we can still be happy, just because things change doesn't mean it's bad." Bucky whispered as you sat back down and closed your eyes.
"M-More." You whispered reaching for the pile of VHS tapes, your shaking hands making them fall.
"Here, it's okay. I can do it." Bucky said as he pulled one out of the pile that said 'Steve's birthday.'
He put it in and pressed play before helping you stand up and sitting up on the couch. He sat beside you and held onto your hand as the video played.
Bucky could tell it was you that was filming, he could here your laughs and see you running along the halls of the tower.
"I remember this." Bucky whispered smiling fondly.
On the video you ran into Steve's room to wake him up but he wasn't there. Suddenly he jumped out of the closet with Bucky and scared you as you screamed and laughed.
The video played out as you both watched it.
They heard a noise and looked up to see Nat behind them smiling, Sam came down the stairs and watched the video.
"Come sit down guys." Bucky said as the two smiled and sat either side of you. You all sat together and watched the video of Steve's birthday. Everyone laughing and smiling.
"F-Family." You whispered as tears streamed down your face.
"We're still a family Y/N, we always will be." Nat said as she smiled at you, she was holding back her own tears.
The past can hurt so much, everything can change so quickly. Everything you knew gone in a heartbeat. The family you once loved and spent every second with was now gone.
Even the person you once were was long gone, the others knew she was never coming back. But they were okay with that, they would learn to love you how you were now. There would be hard moments, like anything. But they would all get through it.
Yes their family was smaller, but it was still their family.
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The right universe.
Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!
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Category: F/M.
Relationships: Loki/reader.
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).
Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.
MASTERLIST OF THE STORY
Chapter 15: Things that shouldn't be said.
Y/N woke up to the sounds of the birds and the river and found herself sitting between Loki's legs, his arms around her and her back against his chest. She turned her head and looked up at his sleeping face. The back of his head was against the tree, and from that angle his jawline looked as sharp as a kitchen knife. She sighed and admired him for a bit. It had been a while since they met, a few months, but she felt like she had known him all her life. Yes, she knew him before she knew him, but it was different. It was different to see him on a screen and dream about him, knowing deep down that he was just a fictional character, than to have him there in the flesh. She tended to forget the times when she was a fan of his, only remembering when he teased her about it. He was just Loki, her best friend Loki. Did she just call him her best friend?
“You are staring,” he said, his eyes still closed. Y/N blushed.
“I am not.” He slowly opened his eyes, without letting go of her.
“No?” He asked. “Then why are you blushing?”
“Ugh, shut up.” She told him, trying to get up, but he held onto her waist tighter.
“Good morning.” He said in a raspy voice. God, it was the sexiest thing she had ever heard.
“Good morning Lokes.” She smiled and fixed a loose hair that was falling on his face behind his ear. He stilled for a moment because of the gesture, unnoticeable to anyone but him. They stared at each other's eyes, feeling like the other was reading their soul, for a while. For someone watching from the outside, it must have looked weird, but they liked those moments of intimacy, of closeness.
Y/N cleared her throat.
“We should head back, they're probably worried about us not coming back last night.”
“They must be worried about you. As for me, they probably suspect I kidnapped you.”
“Little do they know, it was the other way around.” She said playfully, winking.
“I came here willingly,” he retorted.
“Only because I charmed you, Your Highness.” He let out a laugh.
“I can not be charmed by a mortal.”
“Yet you already have been.” He looked at her, smiling softly.
“That I have.”
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“Where the hell were you?!” Tony shouted the question as soon as she put a foot in the living area. Y/N looked at him, wide-eyed.
“I was… in the woods.” As she was finishing her sentence Loki came out of the elevator and stood beside her.
“What were you doing in the woods alone with him?” He asked in confusion and anger.
“I wanted to show him something. A place...” Y/N hated being yelled at, she could take anything mostly, but someone yelling at her, especially Tony, paralyzed her.
“Tony.” Steve said, noticing Y/N's state. Tony seemed to snap out of his angry daze and looked apologetically at the terrified girl in front of him. He sighed.
“I'm sorry kid, I was worried. You can't leave and not let anyone know. Especially not with him.” Y/N's fear quickly turned into anger.
“Oh so if I had disappeared with Peter you would have been calm?”
“More calm than if you were with him? Yes!” He raised his voice on the last word.
“He's my friend Tony!” She equaled his tone.
“Don't say that.” Iron man said, sternly.
“No, you can't tell me what to say and who my friends are.” Y/N said, firmly. “He is my friend, whether you like it or not.”
“He's still the man who tried to take over New York a few years ago! He's insane!” He told her, yelling now.
“What is happening here?” Thor entered the room alarmed and saw an angry Tony, an equally as angry Y/N, and a worried soldier and god.
“He's not!” She answered, her voice loud as well.
Loki noticed that the conversation was not going to end well, so he put a hand on Y/N's shoulder to calm her down. But Stark saw it and was about to push it away from her when she grabbed it and twisted it.
“Don't touch him.” No one had ever heard Y/N so angry. Her voice was low, venomous and threatening.
“Or what?” He asked.
“Do you really want to know Stark?” She responded, preparing her magic around her hands, but Thor got in the middle of the two.
“Lady Y/N, it is not wise to do this. And very unlike you.”
“See? She's met him, for what? Four months ago and now she has anger issues!” Tony said. “And let's not forget about how childish she is acting.”
“You are talking to me about childishness? Please,” she laughed.
“Yes, I am talking to you about childishness. You left the whole night without letting anyone know and now you come here and instead of building a case for yourself, you destroy it to defend the war criminal who-”
“Stark,” Thor said, warningly.
“No, let him finish his monologue.” Loki spoke this time. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, an unbothered expression on his face being threatened by the stress on Y/N's one.
“No,” she told him, softly and he turned to her. “You don't have to go through that.” His eyes softened.
“Oh, but I have to go through nightmares almost every night from his attack? Is that what you're saying? I didn't think you were this selfish…” The billionaire said.
“No!” she choked out. “That's not what I-”
“Maybe it was a bad idea to let you join the team.” Everything went silent. Y/N felt as if the world was moving in slow motion. He didn't want her there. He had gotten to know her, and the first time she showed anger he didn't want her anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't spill them. Not in front of them; so she ran to the stairs, unable to wait for the elevator and locked herself in her room, where she broke down, but not before running into Nat and Bucky who were entering the living area and were too shocked at her state to be able to stop her.
“What the hell just happened?” The supersoldier asked when she was gone.
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“Why did you tell her that?” Nat asked, angry.
“I got upset, it just came out. I didn't mean it!” Tony answered.
“You shouldn't have even thought about it.” Steve said, serious.
“She doesn't know that you didn't mean it, since she can't read your mind.” She sighed. “God, Tony, you have to be careful with what you say, especially to her!”
“Why especially?” The billionaire asked, confused. Loki rolled his eyes. After Y/N left and Natasha and the Metal Armed Man entered he didn't know what to do, so he stayed there, listening, and, if necessary, telling the spy to go check on her, since he didn't know if she'd want him there. After all, the fight happened because of him.
“Stark,” Thor said. “Lady Y/N is very kind and very brave, yet one is blind if they do not see her fear.”
“Fear of what?”
“Of us, of everything.” Bucky said. He didn't know what Y/N had gone through, but he knew the look on her face all too well to not recognize it.
“We don't know what she went through in the other world, but she's no stranger to pain, you can see it in her eyes.” The spy said, making everyone silent. Loki got up and left.
In his room, he paced from one side to the other, thinking of Y/N, of what Natasha said, of the implications of Stark's phrase. He knew Y/N had been hurt by people in her past, but he did not know how and he did not know who; but it was not important now, since he had already ruined everything with her. She probably did not want to speak to him ever again, and he would understand, but it would break his heart. A heart he doubted sometimes he had, until he met her.
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Someone knocked on the door. Y/N didn't answer but they entered anyway. It was Nat, and after entering, she sat herself on her bed.
“Hey ˈzajkə,” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“Great!” Her friend said, sarcastically.
“Y/N/N.” Their code. She knew what she was doing. Y/N sighed.
“Bad, Tasha, he…” she started to get choked up and the redhead grabbed her hand. “He is someone I…” A tear escaped her eye, and then another one, and another one, and soon enough, she was a puddle of tears.
“It's okay,” Nat said, rubbing her back.
“It's not, he said he doesn't want me here.” Her eyes went wide. “Is he going to kick me out?” She asked, terrified.
“What?! No!” The spy told her, flabbergasted. “He would never do that, he adores you Y/N.”
“But what if he changed his mind? What if he doesn't adore me anymore?” She asked, still scared.
“That's not possible. Family doesn't just change its mind.”
“My family tended to change their minds a lot.” She said in a low voice.
“We are not them. We don't leave anyone. We won't leave you, ever.” Y/N took a deep breath and blew her nose before speaking.
“Thank you Natty,” she said and the redhead just dried her tears with her thumbs and smiled softly at her. “I love you.”
“I love you too Y/N/N.” She told her. “Now, where is Loki? Is he hiding in the bathroom or did he leave already?”
“What are you talking about? Loki never came here,” Y/N paused. “Could you do me a favor?” She asked, and her friend looked at her with a questioning look.
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Don't move
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: just angsty and fluffy ❤️❤️ maybe kidnapping?
When she woke up, she didn't know where she was. That was the first thing she noticed.
The second thing was that her hands were bound behind her back with a course rope. Groaning, she wished that she had listened to Steve when he told her to wait for the rest of the team. She had just really wanted to get it done. The men were planning on leaving and by the time the rest of the team arrived they would be gone. She couldn't let them go. She was right there and if they were to escape, it would have been all her fault. Now, she supposes her kidnapping is all her fault.
God, they probably hate her right now. Leave it to the useless rookie to mess up so horribly. Would they even bother to save her? Probably not. They all seemed to have better things to do with their lives. They couldn't even take the time of day to get to know her, why the hell would they waste their time on a rescue mission for a useless nobody.
She will just have to save herself. She can do that. How hard can it be?
Struggling against the ropes, she winces at the feeling of the rope grinding into her skin. If she can just get it loose enough...
The door to her room bursts open and she rolls her eyes. They couldn't have had better timing.
Discreetly, she tries to undo the restraints faster. This only leads to more pain.
They're talking in a foreign language she doesn't understand which is just fantastic. Why couldn't she have gotten stuck with evil guys that spoke English, Portuguese, or Spanish? At least then she'd know what to expect.
With great difficulty, she is able to undo the restraints just enough to slip her hands through the rope. She doesn't let her captors know of her newfound freedom. She can use it against them... hopefully-she's never really done this before.
One of the men gets closer to her and she takes that opportunity to strike. A hard punch, worthy of Natasha's praise, lands on the guys face. Blood spurts out of his nose, probably having broken it. She internally cheers as she beats the guy up. The next guy has a knife. It doesn't deter her from going to fight him.
Unfortunately, the man gets ahold of her way too quickly and easily. Her back is against his chest as the knife is pressed to her throat. "Don't move," the man threatens.
Oh, great they do speak English. Why couldn't they have used it before?
Huffing she gives in. Not like she can do much with a knife to her throat. Not to mention the hold he's got on her is strong.
When she looks forward, she is surprised to see a familiar face.
The evil man wasn't talking to her. He was talking to Captain America. Steve is standing in front of them, hands raised in surrender. His eyes sweep over her body just to make sure she's okay. He doesn't see any injuries.
She shuffles a bit, trying to free herself from the evil man's grasp. She just wants to run into Steve's arms and be safe.
"Hold still," the man's gruff voice grumbles, this time talking to her. She intakes a breath, feeling the metal dig into her skin. This is not good. She's going to die. It's not even going to be a cool death. She'll just have her neck slit by some nut job in a dark basement. When she joined the Avengers she always expected to die in battle surrounded by her teammates. At least that death would be honourable.
She gasps when the metal lightly slices her throat as the man goes down. Her hands immediately go to cover the bleeding. Shit, this hurts like a bitch.
She hears her name being called out as Steve rushes towards her. His brows are downturned with worry as he inspects the damage done. It's not too bad, but it could have been avoided if they just waited for his signal.
He's going to have to have a talk with them when they get back. For now, he just needs to get her safe. Though she can walk perfectly fine on her own, Steve insists on carrying her all the way to the Quinjet. It's a bit embarrassing for her, but she gets over it when she feels the warmth his body generates. Snuggling into his chest, she makes sure to keep her hand over the wound.
When Steve puts her down on a stretcher, she frowns at the loss of her personal heater. It's not as cold as it was in that basement, but it's still cold.
While Bruce works on patching her up, she can hear Steve yelling at someone in the background. She doesn't bother to listen in, too tired to care.
She hopes that after this she can cuddle up next to him whilst watching a movie. Those nights are always the best.
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The Rise of Hydra
Chapter 7
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Original Female Character
Warnings: Violence, Dom/Sub, Kidnapping, Hostage, Gun Violence, Corruption Kink, Forced Behaviour, Manipulation, Light Bondage, Captive
Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.
“Where the fuck is my daughter!”.
John Fitzgerald never swore. As the president of the United States, he was to obtain a professional manner wherever he went. But when it came to his family, he wasn’t fucking around. The second he heard the news about the shooting and car crash, he out the door like a cheetah.
John paced around the oval, hands on his hips as listened to the report on the attack. Steve and the rest of the avengers sat in the oval, listening intently as well. They had come along with the president just encase more Hydra agents were scouting the streets and planning to attack him.
“Hydra agents corned them, ran them off the road, there was a shooting on west street” Taylor, his head of security said, and John sighed.
“What about Michael and Bruno, what’s their condition?” he asked.
“Bruno only came with a few scratches, but Michael’s condition is worse. They took him to hospital as soon as authorities came but no word on his current state” John leaned against his desk, rubbing his face with his hands. His mind was all over the place. Hydra were running in lead of this war and everyday something was happening. Now his daughter was missing and one of his guards was in critical condition.
I knew I should have kept her at home
The guilt was beating him up and he couldn’t help but think of the worse possible scenario for Violet. Hydra were taking any chance they could to get on top and right now, they had the president in the palm of their hands.
“What about the Hydra agents, did they survive?” asked Steve.
“On scene it looked like a handful were dead. Bruno said there were more but managed to get away just as the cops arrived… but he mentioned one in particular” Taylor said cautiously which grabbed everyone’s attention.
“He said there was one guy, bigger and taller than the others. He was the one who fired at them to begin with. They intended to find Violet once they had dealt with the rest but there were too many” John paced the room again, biting his lower lip.
“He must have been going after Violet” Natasha said.
“But why… what did she have that they want or is it just a way to get to me so we can meet their demands” John asked, and the room was silent.
A knock to the door came and opened, another security guard revealed behind it. He stepped into the oval.
“Mr President, Mr Stark is here” he said, and Tony waltzed in from behind, a stack of papers in his hand.
“Please tell me you have information on who took my daughter” John said desperately, and Tony nodded, handing him the papers.
“I’ve accessed everything on that stick. It’s got information from over ninety years of Hydra, missions, agents, plans” Tony sat in one of the chairs, holding his legs as John opened the stack of papers, looking through the information.
“Hydra is planning a worldwide attack. The hell carriers S.H.I.E.L.D have been building aren’t going to be used against Hydra but for Hydra. Armin Zola, lead scientist of Hydra back in 1934 was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D in 1945 under operation paperclip. S.H.I.E.L.D was using former Hydra agents to work for them as a pardon in exchange for federal employment” Tony explained.
Steve narrowed his eyes at the mention of Zola. He hated that scum of a scientist. He remembered back when he captured him, ending his plans for world domination. But then he was asleep for seventy years and had no clue that he had been working for S.H.I..E.L.D this whole time.
“He’s dead though, surely he can’t be behind this” Steve questioned, and Tony raised his brows.
“You’d think so, but no. Zola transferred his mind into a computer, one of the undercover Hydra bases, your old training camp Cap” Tony said, and Steve stared at him blankly.
“Anyway, Zola has been building Hydra under the shadows for years, secret operatives running operations behind their back and now they are planning to take out any threats to Hydra. Zola created an algorithm that would detect anyone who could be a possible threat and take them out with a single shot”.
“Thus, leaving them in charge” Natasha finished off. The group looked at each other in worry. This was big, bigger than anything this country has faced.
“God damn” John smacked the papers on the table, taking a seat and running his fingers through his hair.
“What about Violet?” he said nervously.
Tony reached into the papers and took one out, sliding it across the table in the middle.
“We believe this is who took your daughter. His name is James Buchanan Barnes, also goes by the name of Bucky. He’s Hydra greatest weapon and soldier. Zola created his own version of the secret soldier serum and gave it to him. They ran a programme called the Winter Soldier. Since then, he’s been doing Hydra’s bidding. He’s been credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years, including JFK”.
The room was silent with disbelief and John sighed heavily. He was starting to think the worst. His daughter had been taken by Hydra’s greatest assassin and there had been no word of her location.
“He’s tough then” Clint asked, and Tony nodded.
“He’s their greatest weapon. With him and those hell carriers, they could be unstoppable” it was hard to hear but it was true. Hydra were close to achieving world domination and now with Violet in their hands, they could demand anything. It was a tough decision for John. He couldn’t bear to have his daughter hurt by Hydra but then he’d do anything to get her back. John didn’t say anything, only stared at the floor.
“Don’t worry Mr President, we’ll get her back” Steve assured. He’s met Violet a few times now and he had to admit she was a sweet and kind girl. He too didn’t want to see her hurt and vowed to himself to get her back. Steve himself was a super soldier therefore he knew the strength and build of another. John looked around the group before taking a deep breath and standing, straightening his suit. He trusted the avengers to get his daughter back.
“Mr President you should keep out of the public for now, Hydra is everywhere, and we can’t risk anything happening to you” Taylor suggested.
“He’s right, we’ll take care of everything” Sam said.
“Thank you… in the meantime we need to address those hell carriers, Mr Stark, can you create a new algorithm to combat Hydra’s one. If we can infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D, we can access the hell carriers and stop them from hitting any targets”.
“I’ll get working on it now” he stood from the chair.
“Natasha and Clint, check out that Hydra base and see if you can locate any other bases” Steve ordered and they nodded, standing up to leave.
“Sam, you’re with me” he nodded and stood. They made their way to the door to leave when Steve felt a hand on his arm pulling him back. He turned to face John who had a worried look on his face, eyes with heavy bags and a tight smile on his lips.
“Promise me you’ll find her” he whispered. It was a hard promise to make, but Steve was determined to find her. He wasn’t going to let Hydra win again
“I promise” Steve nodded, seriousness in his tone and John gave a smile, letting him go.
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Violet groaned softly to herself as she woke from a deep slumber. There was a pounding in her head and her face felt bruised and sore. Her head was nestled in a soft white pillow and there was a soft blanket draped over her body. The room was dim and when her eyes fully opened, she stared at the burnt orange wall in front of her. It was unfamiliar to her, and she narrowed her eyes in confusion.
Her throat was dry and her eyes full of sleep with crust in the corners. She moaned softly, wiping away the crud and pushed herself off the bed. Her body was weaker than she thought, and she struggled to push herself up, her arms shaking as she put all her weight on them. She hissed as there was sharp pain in her neck as she turned her head and her hand instantly went there, massaging the muscles deeply to unkink the cramp.
She slowly turned around on the bed, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. It was spacious but not that big. The walls were burnt orange which made the room darker. The bed was pressed up against the wall and across from her was a door that was ajar. Taking a closer look, she saw the edge of a toilet bowl and assumed that it was some sort of bathroom. On the right side of the room was a lone desk with a chair and on the other side in front of the bed was another door. The room was warm, the heat coming from the metal radiator on the wall
Panic started to brew, and she tried to think about what had happened. And then it hit her like a slap in the face. The car crash, the gun fight, the office… the soldier. Violet looked to the door and immediately pushed herself off the bed to run towards it but was yanked back by something on her hands. She yelped as her wrists were tugged and she looked down to see two leather cuffs wrapped around her wrists, padlocked and a chain between them. Another chain was locked to the middle of the smaller chain and ran towards a ring on the wall beside the bed.
“Fuck” she tugged at them but them seemed sturdy and unlikely to budge. She shuddered, a shaky breath escaping as she sat back on the bed, the mattress squeaking. There were no windows in the room, so she had no idea where this place was. All she knew was that Hydra had captured her.
Her attention was caught when she heard footsteps muffled by the walls of the room and she looked over at the door, waiting for whoever was behind. The click of locks unlocking made her jump and she held her fists tightly into her lap. The door creaked open, and a bright light shone into the room, almost blinding her.
She squinted hard and when a figure stepped forward, blocking out the light, she looked up and stared at him.
Bucky, as he was known as, although she didn’t know, stood in the door frame. His eyes were fixed on her, a tight line on his lips. His mask had been removed now and she could see his whole face. His jawline was sharper than a kitchen knife, his lips pink and soft looking. His muzzle covered the lower half of his face. He stepped inside, kicking the door shut and it slammed, making her flinch. He was still dressed in his gear from before, weapons hanging off every pocket and holster attached to him.
His metal hand glinted in the warm lights that suddenly came on, slowly illuminating the room and she got a better look at him. he came to stand in front of her, standing in the middle of the room, chin held high as he examined her.
“Where am I?” she was more confident that she thought, her words coming out clear and her tone serious.
“Somewhere safe” the answer was almost mocking her, as if she was safe with him.
“Why am I here?” she hadn’t blinked yet, not wanting to lose her eyeline with the deadly soldier. She was not losing her guard with him, even though she was in lower position. In a fight against her and him, he would come out on top. He was much stronger than her and he wasn’t the one currently chained up.
“Because Hydra is rising. Your father has been causing all sorts of problems for us and Hydra needed a way in” he smirked, and Violet felt her heart beating quicker, the nerves settling in her stomach. She swallowed and took a deep breath.
“What does that have to do with me” she squeaked, and Bucky took a step forward. Violet inched backwards, pulling her knees up to shield herself from him. Bucky’s lips curled into a smile as he watched her shrink away. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing her crumble beneath him.
“Well, if your father wants you back alive and well then he’d be best to do as he’s told”.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked her voice starting to crack and she cleared her throat. The chain’s clinked as she moved her hands about.
“Well that depends on you. If your good then nothing, if your bad… well we’ll see” he shrugged.
Violet let out a shaky breath. She had no control. She was a hostage to Hydra, a prisoner, a captive and unless her father played by their rules, she was going to face the consequences. It scared her and she felt her lower lips start to quiver.
“Please, please don’t do this… I already told you everything I know, I don’t know anymore” she slid off the bed, standing up as she pleaded with her captor.
“I don’t need information from you, you already told me enough. Hydra knows the avengers are on your father’s side and once they are eliminated then no one else will be left but your father. Then Hydra will take control just like it was always meant to” Bucky stared down at her and Violet scoffed.
“So, you’d let them kill innocent people” she whispered, and Bucky tilted his head.
“Only the ones who are a threat”.
Silence took over between the two of them and suddenly a questioned popped into her head.
“How did you find me?”. She was talking about the car crash. How did he know she was hiding in the offices?
“Your phone has a tracker; I hacked it and found your location” he said simply, and she blinked in shock.
“What about Michael… and Bruno. Did you kill them?” she demanded. She feared the answer he was going to give. She prayed they made it out alive. But there seemed to be so many men shooting at them that it looked like they didn’t stand a chance.
Bucky stared at her for a moment, his lips curling into another smirk.
“I don’t know… I was too busy with you” he pointed out and she swallowed. She tightened her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white, and she gritted as she spoke.
“If you’ve hurt them…” he cut off her quickly, his voice booming slightly in the room.
“You’ll what, kill me. I think it’s pretty clear who’s in control here sweetheart” Violet felt a flash of anger inside her and she lifted her hand to slap him in the face, but he caught her wrist in no time. His metal fingers latched on like a handcuff and he pulled her arm back, sharp pain riddling her body and she yelped.
“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t if I were you, I would hate to have to punish you already” he spoke in her ear and let her go, throwing her backwards slightly until she fell on the bed.
“I’ll be back later with some lunch” he strolled over to the door and Violet jumped from the bed, running after him but was pulled back by the stupid chain again.
“Please, please don’t do this” she yelled but Bucky didn’t turn to her. He slammed the door behind him, locks clicking as Violet screamed, yanking on her restraints. The sound of her screams immediately stopped as the door had shut, and Bucky walked away from the door.
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Chapter 8
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I’M BACK BABY! Miss me?
Chapter Fourteen is LIVE! I missed yall so much! I hope Halloween was amazing for you. Get ready for more with Roxie!
‘86 // Chapter Fourteen: Total Eclipse of a Heart
The Afternoon of March 22nd, 1986
“We made it.” Lucas says out of relief. “Yeah… Thank god. Hand me my bag really quick.” Lucas grabs the bag from the back and hands it to me. “Jesus Roxie, what did you pack?” He asks as I pull out the walkie. “Snacks, water, pads, tampons, lipstick. The essentials for a girl living in Hawkins.” Lucas seems to find it funny as he chuckles.
“Eddie, baby, do you copy?” I ask talking into the communication device. “Hi sweetheart. I copy. Everything okay?” Lucas acts as a look out for Jason. “Yeah.. we had a situation at Gareth’s… Jason and the Idiots showed up.” I look at Lucas, who I saved from the group. “I did rescue a hostage though.” “Who?” Eddie asks over the static of the walkies. “Hey Eddie.” Lucas shyly greets, while nervously looking at me.
“Well, well if it isn't Sinclair. I see you didn’t last long on the dark side.” Eddie says almost harshly. “Eddie…” I start growing irritated. “I saved him from becoming one of the Idiots officially. Now stop and let him talk.” I hand the walkie to Lucas, who’s clearly terrified of talking to the Dungeon Master. “Um, hey.” Lucas says over the device, Eddie is staying silent. Good boy. “Roxie told me about everything. From why Chrissy was in the trailer, to her death, to Nancy and Roxie reuniting. That had to be awkward. Man, that’s a lot.” “Get to the point, Sinclair.” Both Eddie and I say equally irritated, I feel a headache forming. I grab the ibuprofen from my bag and take it.
“When I was watching the news with the guys, I had an unsettling feeling. The guys, especially Jason, think you did it Eddie. I wanted to get away from them, but they dragged me along. Dddje, they’re out looking for you with their pitchforks. Jason is set on getting justice for Chrissy, to avenge her death.” Lucas says looking at me. “Then that’s when we went to Gareth’s place. I’m so happy Roxie was there. I was hoping Jason wouldn’t see her, until she made her grand exit.”
“LUCAS!” I shout irritated, not wanting Eddie to find out. “Babe, why would you do that? You could’ve gotten hurt.” “More like Jason would’ve when she peeled out.” I try not to laugh thinking about Jason’s reaction. “He was hurting Gareth, what was I supposed to do? Sit there and let him? Hell no. The look on his face was priceless.” “Was he scared?” “Oh shitless. Roxie was so epic!” It’s silent for a brief second.
“Well, at least you two are safe. They didn’t follow you right?” “No, we’re clear.” “Are you at the school?” “Yeah, we’re about to go in and meet with the group. Lucas really wanted to see Max.” I tease the young boy. “Oh you still love her, huh?” “Yeah, he does. He won’t admit it, but he does.” “Ew you two are so gross.” I start laughing. “We’re just fucking with you.” I continue to laugh. “You guys stay safe. Ring me when y’all are done.” “Okay, we will. I love you.” “I love you too, sweetheart.” I look over to Sinclair. “Ready to reunite with everyone?” “Let’s go.”
We go to the back of the van and grab the bat, previously owned by Steve. “So, how are things going with you and Eddie? You must be freaked.” Lucas asks as I shut the back of the van and we make our way to the school. Lucas also notices the bat. “Steve gave you the bat?” He acts shocked. “Yep! Apparently it used to belong to Nancy, but Steve used it when they fought the Demogorgon. Steve gave it to me when we were decorating the cabin. For protection, you know.” We both laugh a bit. “I thought it was appropriate to bring too.” “Smart move.”
Stepping inside the school finally, we turn our flashlights on. “As for Eddie and I, we’re good. He loved the cabin, that’s where he’s at right now. He gave me my own Hellfire Club shirt.” I smile thinking about it, not even thinking of my tone. “Then what’s with the tone of your voice?” He asks as we begin to walk down the hallway, surpassing the cafeteria. “We had a misunderstanding earlier.” “What type of misunderstanding?”
I stop and he stops with me. “The type where I thought Eddie was… doing things with Chrissy… behind my back.” Lucas’ jaw drops. “Cool it, Sinclair. Nothing was going on. Just a deal… I don’t even hate Chrissy, never hated her. I hate myself for thinking Eddie would do that to me. I feel like such an asshole.” Lucas understands this as we continue to walk down the dimly lit hallway. “We all make silly assumptions. Eddie wouldn’t dare to hurt you though, you two are meant for each other. Do you feel that way because of your history with your father? Dustin would talk a lot about growing up without him and how it affected you.”
“Roxanne.” That hushed whisper looms in my ears again. I stop again and look around worried. “Roxie, are you okay?” He reaches out his hand for mine and I snap out of it. “… yeah, I’m fine.” I hug my jean jacket around my body. “I could stop talking about it if you like.” I shake my head. “No, no. It’s ok- did you hear that?” I begin to hear footsteps faintly. “Hear what?” The footsteps get louder. Lucas notices and steps in front of me as I pull out the bat. “Lucas, get behind me.” “No Roxie, I got this.”
Lucas goes in front of me and I follow him closely, ‘cause god forbid something happens. We reach a corner as the footsteps get more distinct. “Ready?” He asks. I get the bat ready. “Yeah, right behind you.” Lucas and I prepare to reveal ourselves to the mysterious footsteps, screaming as they scream back. “JESUS CHRIST SINCLAIR! You could’ve gotten hurt!” Steve says lowering his flashlight. I reveal myself completely to Max and Dustin behind him. “Hey little bro!” I wave at Dustin. I watch Lucas beam over Max as I go up to Steve and Dustin. “I rescued him from a Jason ambush.” “Carver? Are you guys good?” Dustin asks coming up to check on me. “Yes, and I can explain everything.” Lucas says.
We unite with the three and Lucas tells Steve and Max what happened while Dustin takes notice of my wary state. “Rox, are you okay?” Breaking out of my train of thought, as another hush whisper “Roxanne” echoes through the empty halls of Hawkins High. “Y-yeah.” I start gathering my thoughts. “We….. we were at Gareth’s, well, I was… I had to tell Gareth what was going on.” “Roxie Gracie…..” Dustin utters the unbearable childhood nickname once again. “First of all, seriously, don’t call me that.” I groan. “Second of all, calm down little bro, he’s not going to say anything. I trust Gareth completely. He’s my best friend outside of the Hellfire Club. He, in the midst of the conversation, made me realize that-“ I get interrupted by Harrington’s alert, “HENDERSONS!”
Dustin and I go up to the three as Max recounts what she’s gathered. “One thing I’ve noticed is Chrissy would see Ms. Kelley often. I saw her walk out of her office yesterday.” “So, what did you find?” Dustin as Steve and I share nervous glances. “Fred would see her too. I thought maybe Ms. Kelley would have information.” The five of us huddle together to look at Chrissy and Fred’s files.
“They were both suffering from severe headaches. As well as night sweats, sleep deprivation, and nightmares.” My skin begins to crawl as Max recounts not only their experiences but also hers. “Then, I saw a clock chiming in the hallway, a grandfather clock. It was like….” “Like a dream.” Dustin and I say in unison, looking at Max then at each other, concerned.
“Chrissy started having headaches a week ago, Fred a day after her, and myself… five days.” The five of us quickly realize what that means. “I don’t know how much time I have, knowing what they went through, I could die tomorrow.” Max shutters as Lucas and I approach her and Steve and Dustin gather their thoughts. “You are not going to die, okay? We are not going to let that happen. We are going to figure out what Vecna wants and take him out.” I say letting out my inner Joyce Byers. “We’re not going to let him lay a finger on you.” Lucas tells Max, then giving her a comforting smile. I look back at Steve and Dustin, who are looking at the files.
Then, Robin and Nancy burst into the lobby, alarming us at first. Lucas is protecting Max, I stand in front of Dustin, and Steve steps in front of us ready to attack, we calm down realizing it’s the two. “Hi gang.” Robin says with her eyebrows furrowed toward us as Nancy seemingly takes notice of our expressions, primarily Max, Steve, and I. “What’s going on?” Nancy asks, her stare in my eyes intensifies as I avoid her gaze. “Max is next. We figured it out.” Dustin says as Max goes to show them her findings. “What did you guys find?”
“Victor Creel. We found a few articles that said he thought his house was haunted by a demon.” Robin starts, looking at Nancy, who catches sneaking glances at me. “Apparently, he hired a priest to exorcise it, but it killed his family.” Nancy says. “As punishment, he was spared too!” “That’s all?” Lucas says. “Yeah. So far…” Robin says as Steve notices my resistance to look at Nancy.
“Rox, are you okay?” Steve starts to ask and I brush him off, leaning against the lockers a bit. “Yeah… I’m fine.” I search for the keys to the van in my jacket pocket. “I gotta go… I gotta go before people see Eddie’s van… I don’t want you guys to get caught.” I say as I feel someone grab my wrist. I turn for a second, only to see a flash of my father, which startles the shit out of me. “Roxie.” I hear a voice calling out my name. As it becomes clear, it’s Nancy.
I shake my head looking down on her hand on my wrist. “Oh, fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry:” I say, trying to get it together. I get my wrist out of Nancy’s comforting hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Robin says quietly as Nancy examines my emotions. Dustin and Steve, being the brothers they are, share glances of concern. I look over at Max, then Robin, then back at Nancy. “I’m fine… I think.. I gotta go. I need more clothes and I’m sure you don’t want to deal with cops.” I give Nancy a small smile.
“Give me a heads up if anything happens.” Nancy utters, reminding me of our childhood, that friendship. “I-I will.” I stutter than glance at Steve and Robin, who get the picture. “I’ll be at the cabin later. See you guys later. You guys be safe.” I walk up to Dustin and give him a hug. “I’ll tell you later.” I whisper quietly before we let go. He looks at me terrified. “I’m telling mom you’re at Lucas’.” “Thanks sis. I love you.” “I love you too.” I walk away feeling Nancy’s eyes still on me, as well as another ghost of my past.
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thinking about how i have not kept up w the mcu in years and i just never watched far from home despite spiderman being my favorite hero but after watching no way home bc of andrew garfield and tobey maguires spidermen i Want more mcu spidey
#like dont get me wrong homecoming was a fun movie and tom hollands spidey is Very endearing but i hated all the tony stuff and peter having#the stark suit and just the fact that they stole so much from miles to give to this peter i was bitter#and i still dont like any of those things and i still think it woulda been sick if the mcu introduced their first spidey and it was miles#but nwh fucked him up so bad and brought him back down to a brokeass street level vigilante and i wanna see more#also kinda really into the fact that this spideys first three movies were his origin story like aunt may was his uncle ben hes made his own#suit and hes on his own as spiderman#if they dont fuck it up i think this could work really well#tho i still wish they had either not entwined his beginnings so much w another hero or at least let his mentor be a hero he had more in#common with morally *cough cough*daredevil*cough cough*#or hell if they had to go w an avenger steve was Right there#anyway. he shoulda either had a different mentor or none at all sorry<3#idk if i have been at all coherent but. [looks at my tags] sorry not reading all that. happy for u tho. or sorry that happened#yeehawing#spiderman
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The one thing about Endgame I can’t get past, the one thing that first WandaVision and moreso The Falcon & the Winter Soldier made brutally, abundantly clear, isn’t even Steve’s super shitty ending, it’s that the Avengers made things infinitely worse by reversing the Blip.
It’d be one thing if they’d made the Blip never take place, or restored everyone one millisecond after they disappeared — things they absolutely could have done, by the way — but they didn’t. They brought them all back five years later. It’s insane. It’s sociopathic.
First of all, a lot of people didn’t disappear that day. They died. People who got hit by suddenly driverless cars, people who went down on pilotless airplanes, people skydiving when the instructor disappeared, people whose doctors crumbled to dust mid-surgery, babies who wasted away in their cribs because their parents got Snapped. None of those people got restored in the Reverse Snap. They just stayed dead.
Second of all, everyone got brought back right where they’d disappeared. Which is fine in theory. Except isn’t it pretty lucky no one was sitting in that chair when Monica got restored? And also that apparently no one had moved that chair in five years? So what if you were on a plane that’s no longer in the air? What if you were on a boat that’s no longer in the middle of the ocean? What if you were skydiving and now there’s no parachute? What if you were on the top floor of a building that’s since been demolished? What if you were in your car in the middle of the freaking freeway? That’s thousands more deaths, conservatively.
But forget about all those dead people for a sec. TFatWS makes it explicit that the world is in complete chaos because of the Reverse Snap. People are displaced, families have been torn apart, people are angry and scared and no one knows what to do. It’s so clear that if the Avengers weren’t going to undo the Snap completely — if they weren’t going to undo it at the moment it happened — then they shouldn’t have undone it at all. That it would have been kinder, better to have let the Snapped stay Snapped. Not just for the sake of the people left, but for the people who disappeared.
Imagine the absolute hell of materializing five years in the future to find someone else living in your house, someone else married to your spouse. To find out your baby died or your mom or your partner. And by the way you have no credit, you have no money, no job history, no possessions, nothing. But good luck trying to rebuild your life and all! Aren't you glad we brought you back? You're welcome!
If the MCU ended with Endgame and no one ever had to think about the ramifications, then fine. Whatever. It’s a happy ending. What a cool final battle!
But it didn’t end there. And as such, it’s not a happy ending. It’s deranged. The Avengers are villains.
And it’s just so weird that no one in-universe seems to acknowledge this. That what the Avengers did was bad. That all this chaos, all this suffering, is entirely their fault.
“Yeah, things suck, but I sure do hope Captain America 1.0 is having fun on the moon! Man, we all miss Iron Man!”
W H A T
I don’t know how to deal with that. I don’t know how we, as an audience, are supposed to reconcile with that. I don’t know how they think they can make that decision seem heroic when every subsequent movie and show just makes it retroactively worse.
#avengers: endgame#anti endgame#wandavison spoilers#tfatws spoilers#i mean good thing all the og avengers peaced out or died i guess#so they never had to deal with the consequences of their terrible decision#lucky them#*my post
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