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imyourbratzdoll · 9 months

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - when snow white (you) escapes into the woods to escape the queen's order to kill, she learns that not all strangers should be trusted.

warning - smut, swearing, choking, under a spell, dubcon, creampie, slight angst, death, breaking and entering, jealousy, oral sex, kidnapping/entrapment, attempted poisoning and murder, group sex, groping, dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Queen sneers, staring at herself in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” Her eyes squint, and her back straightens. “Who is the fairest of them all?” The answer she was expecting wasn’t what the mirror gave her.

“Y/n is the fairest of them all.” The Magic Mirror spoke, a live video of you playing before her, your sweet self hums to the animals, pulling a small bucket from the well, capturing the attention of the many people that pass by.

“What?!” She screams, and her face becomes red with anger. “No one is more fair than I! The Queen must have the best of everything. Everyone knows that. What could be more fair?”

“Y/n is the fairest of them all!” The Mirror repeats, not caring for the tantrum the Queen is throwing.

“What do you know? You’re a mirror!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and storming off. A plan sets in motion as she heads to where the huntsman rests, ordering him to take you out of the equation.

You had spent your time running through the woods, away from your horrid stepmother and the huntsman that she had sent after you. Your hands clutched your skirt, lifting it from the ground, and your bare feet dodged the many sticks and rocks. Your breath is heavy, and you can hear his footsteps catching up to you. “Little Snow! You can’t run from me! The Queen ordered me to kill you!” You gasp, picking up your pace, desperately trying to distance yourself from him.

You squeal and cry as your foot gets caught on a root sticking out of the ground. You fall forward, tumbling for a few seconds until you end up on your back. Fat tears cover your cheeks, your eyes are puffy, your hair is ruffled, and your once-beautiful dress is ruined, ripped and dirty. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the huntsman appears in your vision, “P–please! You don’t have to do this! I–I won’t tell anyone if you let me go! Please!” You cry you beg, you plead. Your hands curl into the ground, crushing the dirt into your palms. You don’t notice the magic flowing through you and into the ground. You are so caught up in begging the man not to take your life.

He shakes his head. “I have to. I was given an order.” His head continues to shake, clutching the knife as he desperately doesn’t want to kill you. “If I return and the Queen finds out I didn’t obey, she’ll kill me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip past, and your lips tremble. You nod, accepting your fate. You wouldn’t be able to escape this. “O–okay. If taking my life means you get to keep yours, okay.” You breathe in and out, a soft sob passing your lips. Your brows furrow as you are met with silence before a crunch and a groan follow it. You slowly peek your eyes open, wondering what caused the noise, and a shocked sob escapes you when you notice a giant black wolf on top of the huntsman. Yellow eyes stare back at you, and you feel oddly calm before standing on shaky legs. It’s as though the animal is giving you enough time to escape. “T–thank you.” You take off running again, the sky becoming dark as night falls, heading in the opposite direction of the castle.

You happen to stumble across a wooden cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere. You rush forward, rapidly knocking on the door. “S–someone! Is anybody there?! I need help, please!” The door is pushed open from your knocks, and you cautiously enter as you receive no reply, looking around. “Hello?” When you don’t get a response, you decide to take a closer look. “Such a dirty place…” You think out loud, “Maybe if I clean up a bit, whoever lives here may help me.” You nod to yourself and walk over to a broom that rests against the wall and grab hold of it. You get swept away cleaning and then cooking before you slowly make your way upstairs, noticing seven large beds, making you wonder who lives here.

“I hope they won’t mind if I…” You ponder, going over to a bed that reads ‘CRANKY’ and sitting for what was supposed to be a second. The moment your body hits the mattress, your eyes flutter closed, and a deep slumber hits you with full force.

You wake to someone or something poking you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking as you notice many different men surrounding you. You gasp, scooting to the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest. “Oh, please don’t kill me! I–I promise I didn’t do anything wrong!” Your bottom lip wobbles and your gaze shoots between theirs frantically, wondering if the Queen also sent them.

A man with blue eyes and his hair in a man bun scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest, and your eyes land on one of them being shiny. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?” A growl practically escapes his lips, and his eyes scan your body with a lick of his lips.

You gasp, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I–” You're cut off as you try to get out, but a larger man stops you. His light blue eyes and blonde hair cause your breath to catch in your throat.

He shakes his head with a soft smile. “Don’t listen to him, ma’am. We are just startled, is all.” He turns his head, glaring at his best friend before looking back down at you. “Now, why don’t you introduce your pretty self and explain why you think we would kill you?” He sits at the end of the bed, resting a comforting hand on your leg.

“Oh, I do apologise. Where are my manners? My name is Y/n, but I am more known as Snow White.” The men are shocked, wondering what the princess is doing in their cabin. “The Queen is trying to have me killed, and I don’t know why. S–she sent the huntsman out, and he chased me through the woods until I was able to escape, and that is how I stumbled across your home.”

A throat clears, and you turn your head to look at another man who’s built like a bear, with pretty blue eyes and blackish hair. “She wouldn’t be trying to kill you for no reason. Tell us what you really did. You can’t really be that innocent.”

“I–I swear–” The man touching your leg interrupts you, giving you a soft look.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. I can see that you are innocent. I mean.” He looks around at the men with his brows raised. “What innocent person would break into someone’s home and decide to clean and cook? The breaking in part obviously doesn’t sound great, but look at her. She needs help.”

The man with the blackish hair speaks again while nodding. “You’re right. I apologise. We’ve been rude and haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Clark, but these bastards call me Bossy.”

The man touching your leg smiles. “And I’m Steve, better known as Brawny.” He points to the man with a permanent scowl on his face. “That’s Bucky. We call him Cranky, though.” Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering why the hell they haven’t moved you from his bed yet. Though, he has been having a great time imagining you tied to it while he pleasures you.

Another man with a flirty smile leans against the bed, coming close to your face. “I’m Johnny, yet these guys call me Sleazy. No idea why. I would’ve said Flirty.” Johnny wiggles his brows, loving the shy look that crosses your face.

A man with a beanie and dirty face and hands nods. “I’m Curtis, known as Dirty around these wankers.”

Your eyes land on a man drinking what seems to be alcohol, and his eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you. “I’m Dean or Tipsy. Whatever you prefer, but I’m hoping to make you scream one of them later.” Your eyes widen.

Your attention is pulled away from Dean or Tipsy to a darker man touching your arm, looking at you with a smirk. “I’m Sam, baby. But you can call me Horny.” You blink, stunned, never having heard such words come out of a person’s mouth before, but you know that you cannot judge as you did break into their home.

“O–oh, it’s nice to meet you all. Such interesting names.” You fold your hands in your lap and look around at each one of the men. “I would like to cook you, men, some dinner as a thank you for not kicking me out.” You watch as they nod, and you give a soft smile to Steve, who helps you off the bed. You head down the stairs, and all seven men follow behind, watching your hips sway beneath the dress. They sit, watching as you start to heat the food. It’s magical to them. You turn around, the food nearly ready. “Please go and wash up before dinner.”

“What? No.” Bucky growls, refusing to get up from the seat while the other men immediately stand and head out. Steve grabs hold of his best friend and drags him out, ignoring the shouts and yells. “Steve! Steve! Stop!”

You shake your head, turning back toward the pot, stirring it before you turn off the stove and grab hold of it, bringing it to the table and setting it down. “Dinner!” You watch as the door swings open, and the men walk back in with smiles, smelling clean. “Don’t you men look dashing!” They thank you before taking a seat, watching you with wide eyes as you fill their bowls with the delicious-smelling stew.

Clark tilts his head as you take the pot back to the sink, noticing that you didn’t make a bowl for yourself. “Are you not eating with us?” The other men stop with their spoons midair, looking between you and Clark. “Come, sit. You deserve to eat the food you cooked.” Clark pats his thigh, raising a brow when you don’t move. “I’m called Bossy for a reason. Now, sit.” You scurry over, taking a seat on his thigh, feeling a weird tingling sensation between your legs as you feel how thick his thighs are. “Good girl.” He nods to everyone, and you all begin to eat. Clark occasionally brings the spoon to your mouth, feeding the two of you.

During the night, you get to know all of the men, laughing and listening to stories. Steve stands, clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt this wonderful evening, but we have work tomorrow., and I think it is best if we get some rest” The others agree, and you get up to bid them goodnight, practically tucking them into their beds and placing soft kisses onto their foreheads. You are about to head back downstairs, needing to find somewhere to rest, but Steve stops you. “Y/n, here.” You spin, heading over to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he is talking about. He pulls back the blanket and pats the space next to him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude more than I have.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling like you’ve been a bother. “I can find somewhere else to sleep. I saw a blanket downstairs.” Steve gives you a look that makes you quickly crawl into the bed, and your body shivers when you realise how cold you’ve been compared to the warm man. Your body curls into his larger one, sighing as sleep takes over you before you can even register.

You wake to birds chirping and the sun shining through, your eyes flutter open, and you stretch your arms above your head. You slowly pull Steve’s arm off of you and get out of bed, making your way downstairs, and you decide to prepare breakfast for the kind men. You cook eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a fruit platter, wanting to give them a filling meal for their big day. You smile and turn as you hear the men bound down the stairs, dressed for work with hunger in their eyes. “Good morning! I thought I’d make you guys some breakfast before you go. I hope you don’t mind.”

They smile, thanking you before sitting down. The same happens as the night before. Clark pulls you into his lap and feeds you some of his breakfast, ensuring you also get to eat. You stand once you finish, gathering the dishes and walking over to the sink, gently placing them down before walking to the door and handing the men their coats.

Clark is the first one to grab his coat, thanking you. “I hope you have a good day today.” You lean up, resting your hand on his muscular arm and kiss his cheek softly. Clark smirks, tipping his head before walking out the door.

Steve is next. Once his coat is on, he leans down for you to reach his cheek. “Thank you, Snow.” Steve turns his head and returns the favour, kissing your cheek and smiling as you become shy.

Bucky huffs, “Can we hurry this up? We have work to do if you haven’t noticed.” But everyone ignores him, and he watches with envy as you continue to give each man a kiss.

Curtis gently takes his jacket from your tiny hands, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his cheek. A smile on your face, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

Johnny walks up next, smirking at you and already leaning down. You give him a soft smile and lean forward, but he turns his head last second, and you gasp. “I–I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You freak, staring wide-eyed at the happy man.

“Don’t worry bout it, Baby.” Johnny winks, giving your arse a smooth pinch before strolling out. You feel your body and cheeks heat up, eyes still wide as you watch him leave.

“Well damn. He did it before me.” Dean rolls his eyes, slapping your arse after you give him a kiss as well. “Doesn’t matter. Have a good day, Sugar.”

Sam pulls you close, tapping his cheek before resting his hands on your hips. He groans as you lean up and kiss his cheek softly. His hands move down and squeeze your cheeks, pulling you even closer. “Mmm, Snow. You make a man so feral.”

Once Sam leaves, it leaves the last man, the crankiest of the lot. Bucky grumbles, going to reach for his coat, but you pull back slightly and give him a pout. He rolls his eyes, bending slightly, and when you gently kiss his cheek, his whole face grows pink. “Whatever.” Bucky clears his throat and quickly leaves, leaving you in their cabin all by your lonesome, not prepared for what is to happen next.

You hum to yourself, beginning to clean the place. You don’t notice the magic swirling around you, calling the forest animals to the cabin, some even helping you clean. You wash the men’s clothes, and the birds hang them along the line. You are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice an older woman watching you from the shadows, a scowl on her face, but the older woman also doesn’t notice the large black wolf watching her.

You giggle, leaning over to pet the cute little bunny that hops in your direction before you walk inside the house. Your hands become busy as you begin to prepare another apple pie, continuing to hum to yourself. “Excuse me.” You turn, hearing a knock at the open window and someone talking. You smile softly, walking closer to the older woman. “I–I’m so sorry for bothering you. I am just a poor old woman trying her best to sell some delicious apples.”

You lean against the counter, peeking over the window sill and looking at the basket of apples. “That is perfect! I’m baking an apple pie and in need of some apples!” You give an innocent smile to the older woman.

She reaches her hand into the basket and grabs a big red apple that sits at the top. “Take a look at this big red apple.” She holds it up to your face, watching you stare at it in wonder at how perfect it looks. Your hands slowly reach up to touch it, but the woman jerks it back. “Lovely, isn’t it? But you cannot touch without a price.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, looking between the woman and the apple with furrowed brows. You desperately needed more apples to make the pie. It had to be perfect. “I need that apple… But I, uh, I don’t have any money.”

She thinks, knowing that this apple contains something horrible. The Queen realised there was no point in a price when she would finally have you dead. That was good enough. “Oh, my dear. No need to worry for a first-time customer. I will let you have this apple for free.” You look at her, shocked, cupping the apple as she hands it to you. She watches you, desperately wanting you to take a bite out of it in front of her, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you? You are so kind. Please let me give you something!” You go over and grab a plate of freshly baked biscuits, heading back over to her. She tries to refuse, but you persist. “Oh please, It wouldn’t feel right if I were to take this for free. Please take as many as you want.”

“Okay, thank you. That is kind of you, my dear.” The older woman takes one, bidding you goodbye before disappearing into the shadows again, wanting to watch what unfolds. Her eyes widen as she watches you begin to cut the apple, mixing it into the mixture of the pie. She thought the call of the apple would cause you not to resist a taste. “Oh, no, no, no! This won’t end well. You stupid girl, you should’ve eaten the apple yourself.” She huffs, stomping her foot. “The poison only works for those it is intended for… If she serves it to others, it can have side effects, and I do not need that in my hands.” She growls to herself, knowing that she will have to put a stop to this or kill more people than intended.

Before the Queen can return to the cabin, she is met with the giant black wolf. Its teeth bared as it growled. She scoffs, waving it off. “Be a good puppy and leave. You can’t destroy the Queen.” Her eyes widen as your hums begin again as you place the pie in the oven, and she realises that you are the one controlling the animals, even if you don’t know you are. In the moment of shock, the wolf lunges, and your sweet melodies drown out her screams.

You are happy with how the pie has turned out, placing it on the window sill to cool down. You wait patiently for the men to return home, sitting curled up in a chair with a book between your hands. You’ve made the house more into a home, having gone out and picked some pretty flowers to put in a vase, gathering some wood for the fireplace, and keeping the food warm for when they walk through the door, their clothes all folded neatly. You stand when you hear them, their voices carrying through the air.

Clark opens the door with a smile, “Hello, Little Snow. I notice that you’ve been busy.” He moves past you, brushing his hand across your hip as he moves to the pot, smelling the delicious scent.

The rest of the men enter, Steve, being the second after taking his shoes off and giving you a large grin. “Snow! Did you have a good day?” You nod, giggling as he brings you into a hug. He lets go of you and walks over to the pot also, not used to coming home to dinner already prepared.

“Sugar!” Johnny enters, pulling you into him immediately by gripping your arse in his large hands, causing a squeak to fall from your lips. “You look so good. I could just eat you up.” He grumbles when Dean and Sam push him to the side. “The hell?”

“You're hogging her,” Dean grunts, pulling you against him, and your eyes widen when you feel him grope you so freely. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re so tiny.” He blinks down at you, and you get a whiff of the alcohol already on his breath.

Sam grows annoyed, pushes Dean out of his way and pulls you against him also. “Don’t hog Snow here. I want some too.” His large hands grip your arse, rubbing his bulge against you, groaning softly. “How you doing, baby?”

Curtis and Bucky stand near the entrance, watching everything unfold. You smile softly at Sam as you let go, walking over to the two men and ignoring the shocked gasp they let out as you pull them into a hug, greeting them with your kindness. “Come, sit. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve made a pie for dessert!” You skip over, waiting for them all to take their seats before you grab the pot and serve the food. Dinner goes well, and it’s finally time for them to taste your sweet pie. You walk over to the pie, carefully picking it up before bringing it to the table and serving them a slice each. “I hope you guys enjoy.”

The moment the pie hits their tongues, the magic begins to flow through everything and everyone, eyes turning a bright pink for a split second before they let out soft groans from the flavour that explodes on their tastebuds. You don’t notice anything that has happened. You are too happy to see that they enjoyed your baking.

The atmosphere in the room has changed. Every single man in the room felt their heartbeat quicken and their breathing become heavier. Their eyes are half-lidded, and their members harden, growing rapidly in their pants. It seems their gaze is set on you, eyes darkening as they look you up and down, slowly getting out of their chairs and surrounding you.

“That was a great pie, Little Snow,” Clark growls, getting closer. “But I want to taste something a little bit sweeter.” You squeal as Steve and Bucky hold you, ensuring you can’t move as Clark kneels, lifting your dress and letting out a thick groan when he realises you haven’t been wearing anything underneath, your folds slick with your juices. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Wearing nothing while staying with a bunch of men.” You moan as he surges forward, licking from your hole to your swollen button. “Fuck, she tastes so much better than that pie.” Your walls clench when Clark moves close again, gripping your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your soaking cunt, licking and sucking.

You whine as Steve grips your chin, turning you to face him and locking his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Bucky groans. The hand that isn’t gripping you moves to your plump breasts and squeezes and fondles them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark begins to suck on your swollen clit. You whimper into Steve’s mouth before gasping as a finger softly pokes against your entrance, breaching into it with a slow thrust. Your head falls back onto Steve and Bucky’’s shoulders, not noticing the other men rubbing their bulges through their pants, watching the scene before them with dark eyes.

A choked whine escapes you when Clark curls his fingers while Bucky and Steve suck on your hardened nipples, swirling their tongues around. Your back arches, hands gripping their shirts as your vision becomes white and your juices flow out of your sopping cunt, covering Clark’s smirking face. “Fuck, Little Snow. You taste even more divine.” He curls his fingers in, happily watching how you twitch, your arousal still flowing out. “Men, clear the table. We are in need of a different kind of dessert.” He commands, standing to his full height and stepping aside.

Steve and Bucky pull you toward the table, carefully setting you down and stepping back. All of the men stand and admire how beautifully blissed out you look. Johnny stumbles forward, his hardened member already hanging out of his pants, and you gasp as your gaze falls upon it. “T–that won’t fit…” You begin to shake your head as he slips between your spread legs, pulling you flush against him.

Johnny smirks, tapping your cheek. “Dumb little sugar. I’ll make it fit. You’re so fucking wet. I’ll slide in so easily.” He reaches down and grips his throbbing base, tapping his leaking tip against your swollen clit before lining up against your entrance. Johnny groans when he pushes in, gasping at how tight you are around him. “Oh god! You feel so good, Sugar.” His hands grip your hips, slowly pulling out before thrusting into you harder. A grin forms on his face at how your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a sob as his tip hits your sweet spot.

You are suddenly lifted, and your eyes widen when you feel something poking your already stretched hole. Your head turns slightly, and you notice Sam giving you a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m just gonna join in on the fun.” You gasp when he slowly begins to push in, stretching you even more alongside Johnny. Sam’s head falls back, and he groans, “Holy fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” His grip tightens on your hips, and the thrusting begins between the two men. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, and your screams fill the cabin. Johnny pulls you into a deep kiss while Sam grips your hips and pounds hard into you. “Oh man, can you feel how tight she is?”

Johnny nods, groaning. “Fuck yes! I don’t think I’m going to last long!” His pace picks up, slamming harder and faster into you before he buries his face into your neck as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his angry tip. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Johnny slips out of your stretched hole, sagging into a chair as Sam pulls you down, pounding into you from behind, thrusting Johnny’s cum deeper into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sam slams into your sweet spot, causing your walls to clench around his thick member and your juices to squirt out of you.

“Good little princess,” Sam growls into your ear, slamming his cock harder into you before burying inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you. “Fuck.” Sam moves back, the magic draining out of him, and he sags next to Johnny, their eyes fluttering closed.

You squeal when you feel someone grabbing the back of your head before you start gagging as Curtis shoves his thick member into your mouth, thrusting in and out. “Jesus.” His head falls back, and his eyes half-lidded. “You’re mouth is so warm.” His hands hold your head, and he pulls out slowly before thrusting in again. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip before starting to suck, loving the salty taste that lands on your tastebuds.

Dean smirks, gripping his throbbing member and tapping his angry tip against your used folds. He lifts your hips before sliding in, groaning at how tight you feel wrapped around him. “Damn, sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight? You were just stretched by two cocks.” He begins to set his pace, pounding into you, pushing you to choke on Curtis’s cock. “Go on, sweetheart. Choke on his cock.” He groans, fucking into you faster. His tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, loving how you feel as you squeeze his cock. “Shit! I’m so fucking close!”

While Dean is busy chasing his orgasm, Curtis holds your head down and thrusts into your throat. His head rolls back as you moan around his member. “Such a sweet mouth for a sweet woman.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, gagging around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Dean fills you, setting off your orgasm, causing your arousal to coat him, and the vibrations from your moans cause Curtis to groan and release deep into your mouth, gripping your chin until you swallow and show him. “Good girl.”

You whine as both men pull out and watch through blurry eyes as they also sag into the chairs. Your head flops down onto the hardwood table, breathing heavily. “Do you think we are done with you, Doll?” Bucky steps up, a pink swirl in his eyes as he peers down at your used form. “There’s still three of us.” You gasp when he picks you up, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips while lining his tip with your entrance. Steve steps behind you, and his hand strokes his cock up and down. Your eyes roll back, and your head flops onto Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushes in. A loud whine escapes you when Steve follows suit, slipping his giant cock through your tiny hole.

Both men begin to take turns pounding in and out of you. Clark steps forward and grips your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. “Who knew Snow White was secretly a whore. You like being used by seven men, honey?” You moan, nodding and clutching onto whoever you can. Clark grips your throat softly, making your dazed eyes look at him. “Of course you do. Only a little whore like you would like being used. No wonder the Queen wanted to get rid of you.” He moves closer, smirking as Steve and Bucky pick up their pace, causing your mind to go fuzzy. “She couldn’t have any competition because you’d end up stealing the attention of men away from her.” You nod along, barely hearing anything that leaves his mouth, too focused on the intense pleasure coming from between your legs.

Steve presses forward, his hands kneading your breasts as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You feel so good, Snow.” He begins to kiss your collarbone and shoulders, groaning as you tighten around him. He picks up his pace, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch, a loud groan escapes him as cum spurts out of him, filling you to the brim. “Fuck…” He pulls out, sagging into a chair, his eyes falling closed.

Bucky moves you, pushing you against a wall and pounding hard into you. “Fuck, take my fucking cock.” He grunts, bouncing you against his thrusts, filling you repeatedly. “You better take my fucking cum, slut. It’s what you are made for.” His metal hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, feeling his cock throb when your eyes widen and your walls spasm, squeezing the life out of his cock. “Oh, what a dirty little slut you are. Who would’ve known you liked being choked.” Bucky smirks before he grunts, burying himself deep inside you and releasing large amounts of cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The moment he pulls out, his body does the same as the others, and before you can fall, Clark catches you and gives you a dark smile.

“Oh, poor Little Snow. You should’ve chosen another cabin.” Your eyes widen when his eyes flash, and his cock fills you immediately. Even though the Queen was dead, it didn’t mean her minions died along with her. They just now had a mind of their own, a darker, more twisted mind. Your moans and screams echo outside the cabin. Clark’s member was bigger than the others, practically splitting you open. He growls, gripping your throat tightly. “You better find a way to wake the others when I’m done with you because you are ours now.” You are suddenly bent over the table, surrounded by the sleeping men, your nails dig into the wood, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark slams deep into you.

Your vision goes white as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your juices squirt out and cover him and everything around. Your head hits the table as he continues before filling you with his cum, mixing with the others. You barely have time to register Clark’s body dropping as the magic leaves him. You shakingly stand, your legs wobbling, and you grip the table beneath as you look around and take in the sleeping bodies, or so you thought. You stumble over to the closet man, which happens to be Steve and feel his pulse.

Your eyes widen, and your body drops as a wail escapes you, magic exploding from your body as you release every emotion you’ve been keeping in. Your eyes begin to close, and the last thing you hear is the men coming back to life, their hands grabbing you and bringing you upstairs.

Come morning. You would learn never to trust strangers.

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ichorai · 1 year

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stitched ; sam wilson.

pairing ; sam wilson x super soldier!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; “I just worry about you—I know you can handle yourself, seeing as you’re all enhanced and whatnot, but… well, super soldiers can still bleed out, too.”

words ; 1.1k

themes ; fluff, very mild angst

warnings / includes ; a bit suggestive by the end, mild cursing, blood/injury/stitches, reader is nearly as old as bucky lol, bucky makes an appearance, sam is just a big old worrywart :(

main masterlist.

“Ow—Sam, that fuckin’ hurts—ow!”

Your boyfriend tore his eyes away from the deep gash in your forearm arm that he was stitching up to give you a mildly stern look. “It won’t hurt if you stop squirming around. In fact, this never would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone on that mission, like Steve warned you not to. You’ve got too much history with these folks—it’s dangerous for both you and everyone else on the team. Sit still for a sec and let me do my job, okay?”

Huffing, you slumped back into the sofa, using your free hand to frustratedly pull at your face, still bloody and caked with grime from the mission. You grimaced. A steaming hot shower sounded more than appealing right about now—along with a nice, long nap right after. Sam went back to sewing you up, grip a little tighter than necessary on your wrist.

“Why are you being so dramatic?” you asked him, shifting so that your free hand would rest against his bicep, patting him gently. “It was just a shard of glass—”

He didn’t spare you a glance, snorting as he shook his head. “A shard of glass from when a super soldier threw you through a skyscraper’s window, sure. You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t—I’m a super soldier too, Sam. And Bucky caught me, remember?” you gently replied. Carefully, you moved your hand upwards to cradle his face, thumb smoothing over his stubbled jaw. Sam paused in his suturing to look at you, his dark eyes wavering for a moment upon seeing your soft smile. “I’m fine, see? This’ll be completely healed over in two days’ time, just watch.”

The man in front of you squared his jaw and went on to finish the last of the stitches, neatly tying it off and placing the needle and thread away to the side.

“It could’ve been a lot worse,” Sam said, slightly less stiff. His hand came up to lay over yours on his face, pulling your fingers forward to plant a soft kiss against your knuckles, before holding them close to his chest. “I just worry about you—I know you can handle yourself, seeing as you’re all enhanced and whatnot, but… well, super soldiers can still bleed out, too.”

Chest tightening, you leaned closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss right beside his nose, and rested your forehead over his, noses bumping against one another. He smelled of earthy smoke and that citrus bodywash of yours he always stole, and something else just entirely him. You inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning pain within the side of your ribcage as you did so. “I know,” you whispered. After a brief moment of silence, you told him, “Thank you—for the stitches and the mother henning. Though, I could do with a little bit less of the latter.”

Wary of your freshly-sown injury, he tugged you closer, winding his arms around you in a sweet embrace. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your hair, littering feathery kisses along your temple. Even quieter, he tacked on, “I love you. Even though you’re, like, a million years old.”

“I’m only a hundred and five,” you gasped, abruptly pulling away to smack at his chest. “That’s younger than Bucky!”

“Oh, yeah, because Bucky is so young and spritely,” your boyfriend scoffed in response.

“Right, and we’re the one who chose to be cryogenically put to sleep and trained to be a killing machine throughout the decades,” you sarcastically bit out, though your tone lacked any real bite to it.

Suddenly, said super soldier strode through the open doorway, crossing his arms as a playful, light smile curled at the corner of his lips. “My ears are burning,” he said, sending you a knowing look as you sheepishly pulled away from Sam. “You guys talkin’ about me?”

“Just about which nursing home we should throw you into,” you snarked, which earned you a guffaw of laughter and a proud high-five from Sam.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky made his way over, throwing himself onto the couch beside you. “Tell me, what ever happened to respect your elders?” He turned his attention to your wound, features visibly softening. “You okay? Took quite a hit out there.”

“Just fine, Buck,” you reassured him, nudging him with a grateful grin. “I would be a gross sludge of mushy roadkill if it wasn’t for you.”

Sam made a disgruntled noise at your choice of words, but the two of you ignored him.

Your old friend smiled at you, then grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “You guys down to watch a movie or somethin’? Steve told me that Star Wars was pretty good. Ever watched that, Y/N?”

“Nope,” you quipped, blanching at the memory of your growing list of movies to catch up on. “Sorry, Bucky, I’m completely joed. I gotta hit the showers—get all this crusty blood off of me. I’m down to watch it with you tomorrow, though.”

Nodding in understanding, Bucky shooed you away when you planted a sloppy kiss to his cheek and cuffed him in the shoulder, sauntering away with a laugh. He wiped your kiss away with the back of his hand, before settling further into the couch and flicking through the channels.

“Alright, man,” said Sam after a moment, dusting his pants off and patting Bucky’s knee. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a rendezvous with a certain super soldier in the shower.”

Absent-mindedly, Bucky waved him away as well, mumbling a goodbye under his breath.

It was only as Sam was heading over to the bathroom, his shirt already in the process of being tugged off, did Bucky register what he was saying.

“Ew! Did you really have to tell me that? You guys are gross!” groaned Bucky, pulling a face at the thought. The rest of his complaints fell beneath his breathy grumbles, too quiet for Sam to pick up on.

Sam could only snort in amusement at that, before swinging the bathroom door open to see you brushing your teeth by the sink, bits of minty foam gathered by the corners of your lips. He enthusiastically greeted you with an affectionate kiss to your cheek, accompanied by a pair of hands suggestively wandering down to your hips.

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shelbgrey · 11 months

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Maybe something were Sam us the reader's best friend and is overprotective and caring for her and Bucky being the reader's boyfriend for years gets very jealous. Later, they get into an argument and Sam confesses his feelings for the reader. However, the reader chose bucky over Sam and he backs off. It ruins their friendship and it becomes awkward between them.

Treat you better(Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson)

Paring: Rogers!Reader X Sam wilson x Boyfriend!Bucky

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I won't lie to you, I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off, But I see it on your face When you say that he's the one that you want

And you're spending all your time In this wrong situation, And anytime you want it to stop.

“dose anyone have eyes on (y/n)?” I hear Sam say through the cams.

My boyfriend Bucky's voice was next to speak “Doll, your still in the blast zone! Get your ass to the jet”

A small town just outside of Brooklyn had been bombed and we had to evacuate the area and disabled the bombs and take down the hydra team that atacked. Nat and Steve had gotten the agents into custody and Clint and the others got the civilians to safety. I on the other had was still in the blast zone trying to hack into the database and disabled the bombs.

“(y/n) just get to safety we gotta go!” Tony said in my coms.

As I ran around the Rumble I could feel the ground shake and the booms of the bombs Made my ears ring. The sounds of whimpers made me stop though. It wasn't human and my cirositey and instenc made run towards the crys of help.

It was a small black lab puppy. His brown eyes never left me as I took my pocket knife and cut the wires that was holding him in that one place. I moved some rocks off of him and picked him up. As I ran I heard Bucky's voice cut in and out in my coms.

--------(Bucky's pov)--------

Before we knew it there was nothing but static. We lost connection with y/n coms making my heart pound with fear.

“y/n where are you!” Steve said his voice full of worry. “screw this, I'm going after her” I growled, Tony struggled to stop me as I grabbed my gun ready to go into the blast zone.

“buck stop! Sam go get her” Steve instructed. I ripped my arm out of Steve's grip giving him a glare as Sam nodded and his wings popped out before he went after her.

I pushed Steve to the side. “I could have handled it”

Sam always thought he had to be the hero to her damsel in distress. I had no place to be jealous or angry of y/n choice of best friend. Her and Sam had been best friends longer than we've been dating. Hell her and Sam served in the Army together. But when he had that smug grin as he left to rescue her all I could think about is how hard I need to squeeze his neck before he passes out. But if I hurt him, I hurt her.

I threw my gun down thinking about how much I hate the thought of his hands touching her. The hands that are both flesh and blood and of a hero. Make me think she's better of with him then me, but then she chose me, why? I don't really know but I thank God everyday she did chose me. I thank God she chose to see the good in me.

--------(1st pov)--------

“I'm almost out of the blast radius guys” I yelled into the com as I ran as fast as I could while at the same time holding onto a puppy for dear life. “all most there” but is was too late, I ran into another bomb.

The explosion whipped me about 60 yards from where I was. I did my best to turn my body and land on my back to shield the puppy. My back acked and my leg was soaked in blood. My ears were ringing as my head pounded. The puppy poked his head out of my vest and let out a whimper as he licked my chin.

In a flash I felt my body Being scooped up and token up a couple hundred feet. I faded in and out as Sam carried me to safety.

“Hey, need a lift beautiful?” he said as he held me tight.

“there they I see them!” Peter voice said before Sam flew in and landed on his feet.

We landed in the jet and Sam quickly and carefully set me down. “are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked panic. He held my face examining my face.

“what the hell (y/n), why did you stop?” Bucky said his voice was mixed with worry and anger. He pushed Sam to the side which earned him a glare. Bucky sat down next to me, examining the damage.

“I'm alright buck” I smiled softly. He sighed and rested his forehead on mine. “never do that again”

The extra voices made the puppy poke his head out of my vest. I moving around between us made Bucky look down as the puppy looked up.

“he was trapped” I said as the puppy licked my chin and let out a couple of soft woofs.

Bucky's blue eyes widened but you could see the anger coating them. “you risked your life for a fucking dog?!” he didn't raise his voice like he was mad at me but he sure as hell was worried. “ooh language Barnes” Tony said in the background but no one acknowledged his comment.

“hay, man don't yell at her” Sam said aproching us. Bucky glared at him and clinched his metal arm. I quickly put my hand on his knee keeping from killing my best friend.

“Sam, it's fine” I nodded with a smile. Nat quickly got Sam to come over to the other side of the jet before things got too ugly.

Bucky sighed and got the first aid kit. “I'm sorry Buck” I mumbled hiding my face in the puppy's head as he cleaned up my forehead wrapped. His steal blue eyes softened as he looked at me.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you, I was just worried” he mumbled. I smiled and placed at soft kiss on his lips. The little puppy yelped and put his paws on Bucky.

“jealous?” he teased as he petted the puppy's head. As we had our molment I could have sworn I saw Sam shaking his head with anger. As he did Nat grabed him by the bicep pulling him to clean his cuts and wounds.

Steve eyed Sam as he went to the other side of the jet. Clint told me no casualties were harmed and they were getting rescue teams and agents to the area. I nodded thankful no one got hurt.

Bucky looked up at me and smiled as he set next to me petting the puppy. “what are you going to name him?” he asked as the puppy kicked his hand.

I rested my head on his shoulder and the puppy rested his head on Bucky's knee while his small body rested on my lap. “I don't know, what do you think?”

Bucky looked down at the small puppy as he licked his hand. “how about Elvis?”

I smiled at the thought of the name. Not to many people remember my favorite singer is Elvis presley. This wouldn't be a big deal to anyone else, but people think I just love the harder and faster stuff. But that was just one small detail Bucky never forgot.

“perfect” I said kissing his cheek.

“Tony your gonna let her keep the dog right?” Sam asked. Tony looked shocked at her question.

“of course, why wouldn't I?” he asked looking at me Bucky.

When we landed back at the compound I sat up a little to quickly making me slightly tumble. Bucky was behind me ready to catch me and Sam was quick to be at my side.

“let's get you too the med bay” Sam said. Bucky butted in still keeping me steady. “I got it”

“well you need to get check out too and you know your not allowed on another mission intill you get signed off by Dr. Cho” Sam said taking my arm. I looked between the two as they had their stand off. Elvis yawned getting just as tired of them as I was.

“super soldiers bounce back quickly, don't worry” Bucky said with a sarcastic smile.

“oh I'm not worried about you, just her”

“I think I cand help my girlfriend” Bucky growled.

I sighed and looked at the two nonchalantly “my leg could be bleeding out right now and you guys wouldn't realize it”

“sorry Doll” he glared at Sam as he picked me up bridel style. “let's get you check out”

“this place reeks with testosterone” Nat mumbled as she walked pasted the three of us.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“looks like your leg will heal up in a few months, I'll put a brace on it but I don't recommend any missions anytime soon” Dr. Cho said as she took care of my leg.

“thanks Cho” Bucky smiled as she handed him my pain meds. After She signed me out Bucky picked me up bridel style again. “let's get you to bed”

I rolled my eyes and patted my thigh so Elvis would follow us to our room.

“don't forget about the party tonight” Tony called out to us as we left. I waved him off. “yeah, yeah”

Once we got to our room he set me down on our bed. “so what now?” I said as our new dog hopped on the bed.

“your gonna rest” he said dumping my pain meds into his metal hand. “take theses” he said handding me them along with some water.

“I'm gonna help Steve with a few things and I'll be right back” he kissed my forehead and grabed his jacket. Before he left he closed the door as soon as he opened it. “and don't go anywhere” he tossed me the remote. “watch some X-Files or something”

“love you doll” he said before leaving. I said and waited for the door to click shut. The sound of his boots got quiter the farther he got away from our room. Once there was no sound of my boyfriend what's so ever I got up and left the room to my lab. “come on Elvis”

I stuck my head out and looked right and left in the hallway. There was no one out there except for Thor. I could easily get passed him dude to him having no knowledge of my experience on the mission.

“Hey Thor” I smiled and walked passed him with Elvis walking behind.

“hello Lady Y/n” he waved happily.

Since It was going to be a while before the party started I snuck into the lab to get some work done. I decided to occupy myself by replying Bucky's gun and Sam's wings.

“hay beautiful” Sam greeted coming to the lab with my favorite drink.

“Hey bub” I smiled as he walked up to me. “hand me that screwdriver, will ya” I said not looking up from his wings. “here”

“you going to the party tonight?” he asked leaning on my work table playing with my tools.

“thought about it” I said lifting his wing pack and clipping it the mannequin that had his suit on it.

“oh come on, it's no party without you” he smirked. I didn't look at him and pulled out my phone with a smile. “Samual punch your suit”

He stopped his usually flirting and looked at the suit with a questioning look. “What?”

“just do it” I said hitting record on my phone. He balled his fist then open his hand back up when he noticed my phone was up. “Wait, are you recording?”

“it's for science” I shrugged nonchalantly.

He put all his force in his punch and the suit flew across the lab. I rolled my eyes and hit pause in the recording. “idiot” I said hoping nothing was broken.

“you said hit it” he said holding his hand out.

“yeah, not through it across the lab” I said wheeling it back to us. I picked my phone up again holding to Sam as the suit started to glow red in some areas.

“what's that?” he asked running his fingers down the glowing lines in his suit. “nanotec... Hit it again”

He did and this time he few backwards like his suit did when he punched it. I started laughing and holding the phone to Sam on the ground. “delete that video”

“na, I don't really feel like It” I said slipping the phone into my back pocket. Sam raised an eyebrow and got up with a smile.

“delete it” he said.

I shrugged and took oof. He ran after me. “your gonna get it now” he ran after me and circled around the table. Eventually he cornered me and grabbed me from behind. He spung me around while trying to grab my phone. He failed after I tossed it on Bucky's vest that need stitches.

Our battle was cut short by Friday. “miss y/n, Mr. Barnes as 'ordered' you to come back to your corters... It sounded urgent ma'am”

Sam rolled his eyes and set me down. “oh I'm sure it is”

I sighed. “he's just worried about me”

Sam crossed his arms and looked down. “yeah I know”

“see ya at the party” I patted his shoulder and left the lab as Bucky walked in to fix a kink in his arm. His flesh arm balled into a fist as he watched Sam check me out as I left. Bucky didn't say anything just used his assassin skills to silently follow Sam out of the lab to our floor.

~~~~~~~~(3rd pov)~~~~~~~~

“looking for something?” Bucky asked Sam. Sam whipped around and stood there like a deer in a pair of headlights.

“thought Friday said you need her 'assistance'?” Sam snapped. Bucky crossed his arms. “I did... She didn't show up so I got worried”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “she's not something you can control” Bucky glared at him as he made a very false assumption.

“excuse me?” he walked up to sam, fists balled together.

“you heard me” Bucky pushed him back after the comment. “she almost got blown to smithereens today so yeah I got worried”

“Sure” Sam mumbled.

“what's your damn problem” Bucky said grabbing Sam's shoulder. Sam whipped back and threw Bucky's hand off of him.

“you know what my problem is?” Sam snapped. “my problem is I haven't stopped thinking about her since the day we met, that I'm fantastically, over the top, wanna slit my own throat in love with her, that for every minute of every hour of every day I can't believe my own damn bad luck she chose you!” Sam shouted.

Bucky's eyebrow knitted together as he shook his head. He didn't want to sound like the duch bag boyfriend that was territorial, but his worst fear is losing her. Hydra could come back after him and it would still hurt less.

Bucky didn't have to say anything he looked up and he saw her and her wide eyes. “Sam...” she said breathless.

Sam's eyes widened as he whipped around to see his best friends shocked face. “I... I didn't... I mean I did”

She sighed and looked at her boyfriend. “Buck... Give us a molment” Bucky nodded getting nervous.

Once Bucky left y/n jesters Sam to continue. Sam shrugged and slapped the side of his leg. “What do you want me to say?”

She frowned. “you can't come to me and just decided you love me... You don't get to do that”

“why not? It not fair to just keep it bottled up” Sam said defensively.

“I love Bucky! You know I love him, I've loved him for a long time”

“well I've loved you longer!” Sam shouted. He sighed and his voice got softer. “and I know you got feelings for me too... I can feel it”

He moved closer to her with hop in his eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek looked into her eyes. “Sam..” She warned and backed up.

“we've been through so much together” he whispered and got closer again. “please give me a chance” he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. She backed up as soon as the made contacted. His eyes went wide as she pushed him away from her.

Y/n sighed and looked down. “Sam... Your my friend and I want it to stay that way”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was almost time for the party so I went to change into something nice. I heard shouting the closer I got to mine and Bucky's floor. The anger and the ruckus made me quicken my pace.

“if you ever touch her again I swear to god!” Bucky said holding Sam by the callor of his shirt, slamming him into the wall.

I ran up to them and tried to break it up before it got ugly. “guys...”

“look man-” Sam started.

“keep your hands off her!” Bucky said.

“guys” I said fermly. Bucky ignored me and punched Sam in the jaw. I grabbed Bucky's metal arm and pulled him back. He pushed me away gently and lunged for him but didn't get the chance. Steve ran over separating the two men.

“knock it off both of you!” Steve said sternly. He help Sam up. “Sam, take a walk” Steve pointed the opposite direction of us. Sam looked down guilty and left.

“buck, what happened” Steve asked.

“none of your damn business” Bucky mumbled and left. I quickly ran after him to our room.

“Bucky talk to me” I said walking into our room. He sighed rubbing his forehead. “James, I'm so sorry” I said. His eyes softened as he looked back at me.

“no Doll... It's just Sam, I hate how touchy he is with you... And that kiss was the last straw” I raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he's ever voiced his opinion about our friendship. I knew the two never got along and that kiss distroyed any chance of them being friends, but this was different. The thought of Bucky thinking I would leave him for Sam hurt. I walked up to him looking him in the eyes.

“you know I love you right? Me and Sam are friends nothing more and that kiss ment nothing” I placed my hands on his stubbled cheeks holding his face.

His hand found mine and softly pulled them away. “I know It didn't, but that's not problem” this voice slightly rose. “he just doesn't want to be your friend” I looked down knowing his was right... That kiss opened my eyes of Sam's true feelings.

“I always hated the way he looked at you”He shook his head ripping his tie off his jacket off and throwing it in our closet. “he's just waiting for me to screw up so he can have a chance with you”He turned his back to me.

I sighed and quickly turned him back towrds me. “look at me” I whispered, he did.

“I will always choose you” I kissed his nose.

“I love everything about you and your the perfect man for me” I placed my lips on his kissing him with as much passion I could muster.

His flesh hand cupped my cheek deeping the kiss.“What did I do to deserve such an amazing woman like you?” he asked, picking me up then laying me on our bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress his lips trailed down my neck leaving soft kisses. I let out a soft moan and ran my fingers through his short hair.

He smiled against my neck. “I'm gonna make sure he knows your mine” he said biting my neck softly as we fell into the thrones of passion.

~later that night-

Later that night I changed into a black laced dress. It was short and framed my body perfectly. Me nor Bucky weren't up for partying anymore but Bucky changed into a nice all black suite and went with me anyway. He held his gorgeous smile for me and held my hand as we surfed the waves of people that crashed into the compound we called home.

As we walked around I held his hand tight afraid to lose him the swarm of people. We greeted some friends on the way, but usually we keep to our selves during things like this. Usually we set in a corner together making fun of Tony's up tight rich CEO 'friends'.

But Bucky had different plans tonight. As Eric Carmen's Hungry Eyes started to play Bucky pulled me to the dance floor. He twirled me around once and pulled me to his chest as I let out a soft laugh.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we swayed to the music. His steal eyes looked down at me and smiled softly. “I'm sorry about earlier”

“me too” I sighed. He quickly shook his head. “you did nothing wrong Doll” he said. I felt lucky to have him and his trust. I felt so afraid he'd blame for that kiss like my last boyfriend would have probably done.

“he's been my friend for years... I never knew he like me” I said. I them smiled up at him. “I was pretty much smitten when I first saw you”

He chuckled. “even if I was this bran washed, scruffy Super soilder try to kill you and Natasha?”

I laughed into his shoulder. “oh yeah... You have me hooked from the start”

He spung me around again and playfully dipped me and pulled me back up. “trust me the feeling was mutual... The purest thing I'd seen in a long time”

His steel eyes never left mine as we swayed to the music. “I thank God everyday you didn't give up on me”

His lips found mine and kissed me softly. He groaned and pulled away when he heard someone walk up to us. We looked and saw Sam standing there awkwardly. “What do you want wilson?” Bucky asked as he slightly stood infront of me keeping space between me and Sam.

“I want to apologize to her” he said pointing towards me. Bucky looked over at me, asking for consent. I nodded walk up next to Bucky so there was nothing shielding me from Sam. I sighed and looked at Bucky.

“Bucky can you get us something to drink?” he nodded and kissed me on the cheek. He glared at Sam as he walked away.

Sam cleared his throat and held his hand out. “care to dance?”

We'd used to dance together all the time. It was always crazy and uncoordinated. Nothing like the loving dances I'd have with Bucky. I nodded, giving my Best friend another chance. I put my hands on his shoulder and his fell to my waist. The dance was awkward, or like a middle school dance you'd have when your forced to keep your distance from your date.

“I'm sorry about the kiss...” Sam said too afraid to look me in the eyes. “all I ever wanted to do is make you happy... But now all that matters to me is that you are happy even if it's with someone else”

I looked up at him and stoped dancing with him. The closeness that was once normal and comfortable was now weird and different. I couldn't just dance around with him while Bucky is somewhere else.

“your friendship means everything to me but...”

“I screwed it all up, didn't I?” he finished.

I sighed and looked at him sadly. “it's weird now... Knowing you thought about me like that, you know how many times I came to with boy problems or just problems in general? I can't do that now”

“what can I do? I can't lose you” Sam said sticking his hands in his pockets. I sighed and looked at him. “you need to earn my trust again, but right now we need space”

He nodded just as Bucky came up to us handing me a Coke. “take care of her Barnes... You guys are perfect for each other” he mumbled the last part before walking away with what ever pride he had left.

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multific · 2 years

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Lucky Woman

Sam Wilson x Reader

When facing real danger Captain America was the strongest, and most willing to jump into place and fix the situation.

But this, this challenge was something the great Sam Wilson never wanted to face.

Standing perfectly still, the items in front of him seemed to laugh into his face.

He stared intently as if he looked intimidating, they would give up. But Sam wasn't the kind of man to give up first.

After what felt like an eternity to him, and five long minutes for the shop assistant, she finally gathered her courage to go over to the man.

"Sir? Do you need help?" asked the young woman, who squeaked like a mouse when Sam turned to her, she looked frightened, and Sam softened his expression.

He held a hand out and as if he was saying "DUH" he pointed at the shelf next to him.

The woman looked at his hand and then at the shelf of goods.

"Do you need help choosing pads, Sir?" asked the woman but his expression said it all.

He needed more than help, he needed a detailed explanation why were there so many options. As a man with a sister, Sam was still not the best knowledgeable on the topic.

Tampons and pads in all sizes.

What did sizes mean anyway? Surely not the lady parts?!

"What does she usually use?" asked the kind lady but Sam couldn't even make a noise.

To the woman, this was an almost everyday occurrence.

Men come into the drug store, looking for tampons or pads but having no idea what to get.

But to Sam, he rather face Thanos again if it came down to it. Thanos or an angry wife if he gets the wrong thing.

"Next time, take a picture of the box or call her now? I can help you and give you the normal ones, but I'm not sure if it's what she uses."

Call you?

NO.

Sam was a proud man. And again, Thanos sounded not too bad right about now. He was honestly contemplating making up a story about a robbery or something just to tell you why he couldn't buy you the things you needed.

But no, Sam Wilson was a man. No way a couple of female products can defeat him!

But a picture wasn't such a bad idea.

"What does-Hm. What do women usually get?" he ended up asking.

"Depends."

Great. That wasn't a straight answer.

Why were there so many options?! And why after 5 years of dating from which he spent 3 married is this the first time he has to face the female products aisle in the drug store?

He probably should just accept defeat. He probably should just give up and call you as the lady suggested but then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.

The unmistakable purple box. The box he moved out of the way when looking for his shave or hidden condoms at the back of the shelf.

He grabbed it like a man who just found their lost child.

"This is it." he said.

---

As he entered the house with bags in his hands, Sam kicked the door in. He could hear the TV was on.

"Hey Baby." he said as he entered the room, catching you as you sat with a blanket around you as you watched some random series.

"Hii."

"I got your things and I'm making dinner, how does meatballs sound?"

"Perfect." you followed him to the kitchen as he started to put things away.

You pulled out the purple box, Sam smirked.

"I'm surprised you knew what I use." you said and he laughed a little.

"I'm Captain America, tampons have nothing on me." you laughed as you leaned close to kiss him.

"Tampons and good food? If I didn't know any better I'd say you are trying to get some."

"Oh, later maybe, you do have cramps don't you?" he said, this answer way too serious for you joking tone, but you didn’t mind, he was right, you were having cramps.

"In a couple days, Mr Wilson I'll make you the happiest man alive, I swear." you said as you pointed at him with the box.

He laughed, "I already am, Baby."

"And I'm the luckiest woman." you kissed him again before heading back to the couch, letting him cook, you'd come back a couple minutes later to check on him.

Sam let out a long sigh. Bullet dodged.

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Safe Haven ~ Day 1: Safe House

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Sam Wilson x ex!Agents of SHIELD!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: After the latest Avengers battle, Fury gives a safe house order, landing them at the Reader’s cabin

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to a fic that I thought of writing 3 years ago before pushing it to the bottom of my WIPs! So, this series is going to be 14 parts as they are in the safe house for 14 days. I probably won’t be posting a new part consecutively, but I am trying to have a fic in my drafts every time I post something new. So yeah, hope y’all like this fic and the series! Enjoy (:

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It was late February when the knock landed hard on her door. Always the cautious one, (Y/N) held her handgun in front of her. She drew into the first position when the knocks hit harder. As she got closer to the door, her footsteps grew quieter, soon becoming light as a feather.

(Y/N) leaned against the oak door and peered through the glass eyehole. From what she could see, it was a large group, about ten. As she surveyed the beaten, whispering group, she gasped upon seeing their leader’s face.

Iron Man. Tony Stark.

His face was badly bruised and a small cut that was probably deeper than it looked tore into his forehead. He lifted his hand to knock a third time when (Y/N) spoke.

“Password?” her gun still tightly gripped in her hands and ready to use if needed.

Tony sighed. “Safe House.”

Tucking her gun into the back of her jeans, (Y/N) unlocked the elaborate locks on her door before slightly opening it. The group turned their heads at the noise, giving (Y/N) an actual look at who she was dealing with.

The Avengers. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

Feeling overwhelmed by all the people, (Y/N) opened her door enough for one person to walk in at a time. The harsh winter air hit her like a steel wall, as she was only in a long sleeve and jeans. Wanting to get everyone inside as quickly as possible, starting with Tony, she beckoned them all in before closing the door.

Finally done locking it down, she turned to face them, looking over at Tony.

“How long?” she asked.

“Two weeks.” (Y/N) sucked a breath in. Two weeks was long for anyone to be stranded in a safe house. With the Avengers? There was little hope she wouldn’t go crazy.

Facing them all once again, she cleared her throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright everybody,” she started, her voice barely up a volume from when she asked for the password. “Listen up and listen well. My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I will be your safe house for the next two weeks. I understand you’re all very tired, and from the looks of it, have had a tough fight. I understand that these next two weeks will also be difficult with everyone in close quarters.

“I do have a few rules to get us started that will help endure everyone’s safety. Number one, everyone must be up by nine. I’ve had a lot of people hauled up here for long periods and one thing I’ve gathered is if there’s no wake-up call, people don’t see a reason to get up at all. Number two, everyone must be active for at least thirty minutes every day. There will be a sign-up sheet posted by the back door every morning. You must sign your name in order to go out, and please cross it out when you come back in.

“Number three, there is no yelling allowed. I don’t want any unexpected visitors, I’m sure none of you want any unexpected visitors. So please keep your voice at a decent volume. If anyone is caught yelling or raising their voice too high, we will go into lockdown, which I will go over with you guys later tonight. And lastly, although I feel like this goes without saying, this is a shared living space. Please treat it as you would your own house and clean up after yourselves. You are all grown adults, I shouldn’t need to tell you to clean up your mess, but I will if I need to. Any questions?”

The heroes all shook their heads, too tired to argue.

(Y/N) nodded. “Okay good. Now, before I let you all roam free and clean up, I will need everybody’s name. It can be your real name, last name, your hero name, whatever. I just need something to call you all by.”

Tony started, simply giving his first name.

Then Steve, Natasha, and Sam were next.

Thor, Bucky, Wanda, and Vision followed.

Leaving Clint and Bruce to bring up the rear.

“Sweet. You guys are all good to go. There are two bathrooms. One on your right, and one downstairs on your left. Let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions.”

All nodding, they divided up, six going to the first bathroom and four going to the second. (Y/N), happy with her start-up work, made her way to the kitchen for a snack, only to find Vision following her.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked his eyes slightly with worry.

“(Y/N) is fine,” she said, feeling a little off-put with such a formal name.

“Okay, then, (Y/N). I do not need to shower or clean up, but my friend, Wanda, was badly injured in the fight, and I’m not sure how to handle such things.”

Closing the fridge and ultimately forgetting about finding a snack, (Y/N) bent below, opening up the cabinet below the sink and pulling out one of her many emergency aid kits.

“Where is she?” She followed Vision as he led her to the downstairs bathroom, seeing Natasha and Steve hovering over Wanda. Natasha's hands were pressing against Wanda’s side with a towel as Wanda did her best to not cry out in anguish.

“Jesus Christ, Vision!” (Y/N) scolded, quickly dropping to her knees to assess the wound. “Why didn’t you stop me during my Welcome Speech? I would’ve gladly covered that stuff later if I knew she was injured!”

“No one knew,” Steve said, quickly coming in to rescue Vision. “She didn’t say anything until we made it down here.”

(Y/N) only nodded while she gathered all the supplies she needed and focusing on the task at hand. Directing jobs at them to help stop the bleeding and clean it before it got infected. It wasn’t as deep of a cut as (Y/N) originally thought, having it all patched up within the hour. After wrapping Wanda’s torso, she gave the witch some painkillers, ordering her to take two a day with each meal.

“I’ll change your bandages tomorrow morning, and then every three days so we can avoid any growing infections.”

“Thank you,” Wanda replied, having finally spoken to (Y/N) who had been talking to her three friends throughout the whole ordeal. (Y/N) then ordered one of them to take her upstairs to the room closest to the bathroom in case of any more emergencies, before assigning Natasha as her roommate.

With that fire put out, (Y/N) pulled out her sanitary gloves and began to clean the bathroom, ridding it of any lingering bacteria. Lost in her own world, she was startled when someone else knocked on the door.

Turning around, she caught sight of Sam. He was leaning against the doorway and (Y/N) took note of the small cut above his eyebrow.

“Do you happen to have any small band-aids that can help me with this?” he asked, pointing to the cut. (Y/N) nodded, bending down to grab another first-aid kit underneath the sink. “How many of those do you have?”

“There’s three in every room and there are ten rooms in total. So, about thirty that I’m using. I have about ten or so backups in my shed.”

Sam whistled. “That is a lot. Why so many?”

(Y/N) sadly smiled. “I’ve been doing this for about ten years now. In my fight to keep heroes and agents safe, I’ve lost a few along the way. I don’t intend on losing anyone anymore. I need to be prepared for every situation. If that means I need fifty emergency and first-aid kits, then so be it.”

“That’s a big responsibility.”

“Yeah, but it keeps me sane.”

“How sane can you be after losing those you cared for?”

(Y/N) sighed, finding the band-aid she was looking for and carefully placing it over the cut on Sam’s eyebrow. “When I know, I’ll tell you.”

Sam nodded, knowingly, before thanking and informing her that everyone was about done cleaning themselves up and now looking for a change of clothes.

“Uhm yeah, just have everyone write their sizes down and I’ll go grab some clothes from the shed.”

After the long day had ended, everyone now in sweatpants and sweaters and warm bowls of food in their hands, (Y/N) decided it was a good time to go over being in lockdown.

“Okay,” Clint started, his dish on the coffee table in front of him. “So, basically, everyone, except you, is to go to the basement and keep quiet until you give the all-clear?”

“Yes, basically.”

“Well, that seems like no problem.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “It seems like no problem, but all of you are superheroes and for some reason, have a hard time following directions when danger is near. I know it all sounds easy, but I really need all of you to understand that if I place the cabin on lockdown, you are to do everything I say no matter what you hear. Understood?”

They all nodded, looking more solemn after her enforcing words.

(Y/N) wasn’t trying to make it seem like they were going to have a bad time while they were here, or make them seem like prisoners, but she found it was the most effective way to get them to listen to her. Because in hindsight, it didn’t matter if she was taken or killed. What mattered was that the heroes she was protecting went back home alive and well. And that was something they were all going to have to live with.

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Hi, Lisa! I’m back, with a request that is surprisingly NOT Newsies!

I would like to request a Sam Wilson x Reader, where the Reader goes on missions with Sam and has the power to heal most physical wounds, with one drawback: healing someone else’s injuries creates a scar on a random spot on the Reader’s body.

During a mission, the Reader heals a pretty bad injury dealt to Sam, and he’s fine, but the Reader winds up with a large, ugly scar right on their neck where everyone can see it. Sam and the Reader have always had kind of a quiet flirtation going on, but now Sam starts to distance himself from the Reader, because he feels super guilty for causing them such a bad scar and doesn’t want them to get hurt anymore because of him.

The Reader, on the other hand, thinks Sam is avoiding them because he’s started to be disgusted by all their scars, and this both hurts them and pisses them off. Eventually, they choose to confront Sam, and the two of them get into an argument about how it’s not Sam’s job to protect the Reader, when Sam accidentally blurts out his feelings. The Reader says that they like him back, and then there’s just sort of a fluffy apology?

Sorry, this was a really long request (😅). If you don’t want to write it or you want me to shorten it, that’s totally cool! Thanks and have an awesome day!!

- Raven 🏳️‍🌈

sorry this took so long to post! the other one will be coming in another few days :))

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Sam Wilson leans up against the open door to the Avengers clinic, smiling sincerely for the first time in what feels like far too long. He knows most of his coworkers tend to stay away from this place; it’s too scrubbed clean, too austere, host to too many bad memories of when missions went a little more south than they should.

Still, he likes it. The sharp scent of antiseptic is a familiar one, and takes him back to being a kid, scrubbing kitchen counters under his mother’s eye or being in a doctor’s office of his own after skinning his knee over something he could have taken a little more slowly but never did. No, he bears no grudge against these rooms.

This is especially true because of the woman inside, the one who’s just bidding farewell to another patient. She rubs the back of her neck, grimacing over a combination of a stiff neck and the aftereffects of saving yet another life. Y/N still manages to meet Sam’s gaze with a smile, though. He’s never sure how she does it every time.

He clears his throat. “You know, most of us tend to stock up on rest before we go on a mission. I don’t think anyone else is putting in the work right now.”

Y/N laughs. “Oh, come on. You know me. I could never stay away if I thought I could do some good.”

She gestures listlessly between herself and the rest of the clinic, and Sam gives her his own quiet smile.

“I do know you.”

It’s a calm sentiment, one he’s been carefully cultivating for a month or two now. It is easy to talk to Y/N, it always has been. She reminds Sam that he’s human, that he’s able to make mistakes and still enjoy himself while he’s doing it. It’s funny that she would be the one to convince himself he’s still got a normally beating heart, because the primary reason Y/N is here at all is because she doesn’t share in Sam’s supposed humanity.

Y/N is an inhuman, one who joined the Avengers team about six months ago. She’s an active duty nurse of sorts, a genius and miracle worker whose gift is to heal any injury with nothing more than a touch of her fingers. There is, however, a catch to her powers, which is that for every wound Y/N mends, she gains a scar somewhere on her body. Many are small, but some are longer, the size of a finger or even a hand.

Most of the time, Y/N wears longer clothes to hide the multitude of scars wrapping around her body, but Sam is pleased to note that she’s started to discard this tradition. Her gift feels like the physical embodiment of something that burns in Sam as well as Y/N; helping people no matter the cost. At least in Y/N, her sacrifices are finally recognized. Why should she have to hide the evidence of all those that she has saved?

She’ll probably have to use her gifts again in the imminent future, too. The Avengers have another mission lined up, this one targeting rogue members of HYDRA that tried to disappear back when the Triskelion exploded. Most of HYDRA went back into the shadows since their exposure, but a few have dared to poke their heads out once more.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is sending a crack team of three or four Avengers to go track down the HYDRA agents and see if they can catch a larger web of enemy spies while they’re at it. Sam has thoughts about whether or not this is just S.H.I.E.L.D. forcing the Avengers to clean up S.H.I.E.L.D.’s own mess instead of doing it themselves, but that’s neither here nor there.

Regardless, he’ll be shipping out, as will Y/N, just in case. He’s been sent to collect her and also make sure she’s not overexerting herself before a mission. Sam can confirm that she is indeed overexerting herself, although he’s definitely here so he can talk to her as well. Everyone has different motivations, some of them not exactly aligned with S.H.I.E.L.D. principles of never forming friendships.

Y/N puts a couple boxes of bandages back on the shelves of the clinic, dusts off her hands, and smiles at Sam. “Alright, then. Let’s go, shall we? I’d hate to keep this mission waiting.”

Sam closes the door after her. “Can’t wait.”

The Avengers do at least get a Quinjet to ferry them over, which is nice. If Sam’s going to risk his life for someone else’s cause, he can at least do so in comfort. He takes the time to ready his wings, and by the time they’re dropping off, he’s good to go.

Sam is air support, as per usual, and remains on the Quinjet with a couple of other agents and Y/N while he waits for the signal to go in. He gets it just fifteen minutes later. Evidently, the HYDRA agents don’t want to be caught, as expected, and are running as fast as they can to their helicopters to get the hell out.

Sam nods at Y/N in goodbye, then heads towards the exit ramp of the Quinjet, which is starting to disengage, still in the sky. He jumps out, then extends the wings of his suit and starts to fly towards the dots of HYDRA aircraft starting to grow bigger with every passing second.

Sam has done many missions like this before, but it’s still a rush. There’s something about being up here, flying like he’s just another extension of the wind itself, that makes him feel unstoppable. Out here, who could bring him down? Who could possibly stand in his way?

Sam connects with the HYDRA choppers about five minutes later, ducking under the spinning blades to grab the agents inside. They stare at him, shocked, as he tosses them from the plane. They’ve got parachutes on already, which Sam sets off just before they start to fall. There’s a S.H.I.E.L.D. truck on the ground beneath him, ready to collect the agents as they come.

Already, Sam’s getting radio confirmation that the other Avengers have started to capture the descending enemy forces. He moves from one helicopter to the next, as easily as playing hopscotch. He’s done this before, and he’ll do it again. Just another day in his line of work.

It should be simple. It is simple, or Sam thinks it is until he gets rid of the last HYDRA agent and hears a strange beeping noise coming from the back of the helicopter. Confused, he starts towards it, and just has time to register a timer counting down before the entire craft explodes.

The force of it knocks Sam unconscious for a moment or two, and when he wakes up, he’s spiraling towards the ground. His wings have been hit hard, and despite Sam’s best efforts, he can’t get them to steady. None of the fail-safes are working.

The truth sets in, sudden as a thunderstorm. Sam is going down. There is nothing he can do to save himself. Distantly, he wonders if this is how Riley felt, if his former wingman had even had time to think about what had happened after he connected with the RPG. Sam is falling faster and faster. The sky, once his domain, is shuttling away from him as the ground expands behind him.

Just before he makes contact with the ground, Sam pulls himself into a controlled dive, using the battered metal of his wings to provide some sort of cover. It isn’t enough, though. He was up too high, and even without the disastrous impact, Sam knows that he isn’t going to make it out.

When he’s finally able to assess the situation, Sam knows that it’s bad. One of the metal tips of his wings broke off, and judging by a sudden rush of pain and blood, it has become lodged in his neck. This is it, then. After everything, he’s taken out by what should have been a simple mission.

It’s funny, Sam always thought that he would know when his last battle would be his last. It would feel suitably important, and he would be able to draw his final breath knowing that he gave his best. This, of course, is foolish. Every day, soldiers die over nothing, and Sam doesn’t know why he thought he’d be an exception. Always an overachiever, his sister would say. God, he wishes he could see her again, just one last time. She’ll never recover from this, not after their parents.

There’s a figure sprinting over to him, then kneeling over his body. A moment or two later, Sam recognizes it as Y/N. She takes his hand, and he tries to squeeze it back, but he can’t force the digits to move. She’s crying, Sam realizes through the fog in his head. He wants to tell her that it’s alright, but she knows the comforting lies too well that the effort would be wasted anyway.

Sam doesn’t expect her gift to work, but for some reason, instead of being engulfed by the wracking pain in his body, Sam feels himself swept away by the tide of something different. It feels like he’s bathed in electricity, a sparking wave of sensation crackling over him. The metal chunk falls away from his throat, and he can practically feel the skin and bones reknitting. He’s never had an injury this bad, and he’s never had a healing like this before. It’s astounding.

Sam sits up slowly, unable to believe that he’s still alive. “You saved me.”

Y/N chuckles, although she looks exhausted. “It’s kind of my job, Wilson. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again, alright?”

“I can’t thank you enough,” he says, although Sam’s astounded smile is already starting to fall away from his face. Before his own undeserving eyes, he can see a large scar blossoming to life across Y/N’s throat, right where Sam’s own injury had been. It’s far bigger and far worse than any of Y/N’s other scars, practically monstrous.

Sam has never minded Y/N’s scars. Not once, not ever, or so he’d told himself. This one, though? This is his fault. Sam should have left that helicopter the second he heard the beeping sound. His mistake almost cost him his life, and although Sam is obviously delighted to be alive, he can’t swallow his guilt. Healing him could have seriously hurt Y/N, and it’s already caused her this scar.

Now, forcing himself up and off of the blood soaked ground, Sam regrets it. He did this to Y/N, someone who matters so much to him. He’s hurt her, something he swore he’d never do. He’ll never forgive himself for this. So what if it’s her gift to heal people? Sam should have saved her instead of the other way around, and he failed. Nothing in this world can erase that.

. . .

You don’t think you’ve ever felt more tired. Your gift has always exhausted you, but it feels as if the days are getting harder and harder with every passing week. Of course, that could be for another reason, too; you feel more alone than ever, and it’s all due to the absence of one man: Sam Wilson.

You don’t think you’ll be so terrified as when you’d found him on the ground. Had you been even half a second later, he wouldn’t have survived. You’ve never had such a close call. If you hadn’t been able to save Sam, you don’t know that you would ever forgive yourself. This was the one healing that mattered the most, this one above all others.

Yet for all of the effort and timing, Sam seems to hate you for it. He used to stop by the clinic almost every day just to see you, and you don’t think you’ve actually had a proper conversation with him since before that ill-fated mission. You’ve seen him a couple times around the base, even sunk so low as to try and find him yourself, but every encounter ends the same way, with him walking away from you. There’s no saving this, healing powers be damned.

The worst part is the few moments that happen before Sam leaves. Every time without fail, his eyes find the scar on your throat, the new one that came when you saved him. You know it’s huge, far bigger than the others, but you didn’t think he would be as disgusted by it as he is now.

Everyone else pities you for the scars, you’ve known that since day one, but Sam has always been the blessed exception. He’s made you feel like a saint even when you don’t deserve it, but his sympathy ended the day you saved his life. During the few seconds when you see him, Sam makes you feel the weight of the scar in a way he never did before. You are able to forget about the scars when you don’t see him, but with Sam’s heavy gaze, it’s impossible to feel like you’re anything but the damaged tissue.

In all honesty, you hate it. At first, it was devastating. All you wanted was to see Sam safe, and some more charitable part of you said that this was worth it, that having him alive was worth the cost of him hating you. Your entire life is risk and reward, benefit and consequence. You can heal people, but you get the scars. You can join the Avengers, but using your gift so often keeps you feeling like you’re one bad day away from collapse. Now, you don’t have to attend another funeral, but the one man who truly matters can’t stand the sight of you.

Yes, you’re angry. How dare he treat you like this, like a broken doll whose edges used to be perfect and pristine? You have no right to the shadows, you’re just as worthy of being out in the sunlight as him. So, when you enter the training room of the Avengers facility early one morning and find the place empty of everyone but Sam, you decide that you’ve had it, once and for all.

Sam glances up when you arrive, eyes flickering automatically to the scar before he forces himself to look away. “Good morning,” he says out of necessity, although there’s no warmth behind the words.

You laugh coldly. “You wouldn’t know it,” you say, “You look like you’ve just seen a murderer in the flesh. Although I suppose that’s just your new reaction to having to be around me.”

Sam’s head flies up. “What are you talking about?” He asks, although he sounds doubtful of his own right to be surprised.

You give him a look. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ever since I got this scar, you’ve treated me like a monster. I mean, I suppose I should give you a round of applause for even being able to be in the same room as me for longer than a minute. I don’t think you’ve managed that in weeks.”

Sam sighs, glancing away again. “I haven’t wanted–”

You cut him off sharply. “No, don’t make excuses for it. You’ve been avoiding me. I thought you were different, Sam. I thought you were better than this.”

He shakes his head. “It’s not what you think. I’m not afraid of you, Y/N, I’m afraid of what almost happened. Saving me could have killed you, and I can’t have that happen again.”

You arch a brow. “So you’re now my protector? You don’t get to decide who I save. I wanted to save you, and I’ll do it again, even if you hate me for it.”

Sam steps forward impulsively. “Are you even listening to me? I want you alive, Y/N. I need you alive. That’s what matters most of all, and I can’t stand my own guilt because I nearly killed you on that mission.”

You let out a slow breath. “Why would your guilt possibly be that bad? No one else has this problem. So what if it gave me a bad scar, I have plenty more. What reason could you possibly have to avoid me because you feel so bad?”

Sam’s jaw clenches, but even his best efforts can’t keep the truth hidden. “I love you, alright? That’s why. I can’t stand the fact that I almost killed you because I would die to protect you. It shouldn’t be the other way around.”

He says it like it’s the bare, obvious truth, but you’re still stunned. “What?”

Sam nods slowly. “I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you, but I can’t stop feeling like I could have killed you. I’d never forgive myself for that if I did.”

You smile. “And I’d never forgive myself if I couldn’t save you, Sam. Risks come with our line of work. We can handle them.”

Sam reaches out and takes your hand. “Is that your way of saying that you forgive me?”

Your smile deepens. “It is.” You certainly do forgive him. All you needed to know was that he doesn’t hate you, and far from it. He loves you just as much as you love him: inconceivably, overwhelmingly, all you have ever needed and all you will need until forever.

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 2 years

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Surprise, baby | Sam Wilson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: After returning home from a mission, Sam surprises you with your favorite flowers at the hospital where you work as a nurse.

A/N: been a hot minute since I wrote for this hunk of specimen. It’s also been a hot minute since you requested this. I hadn’t had the inspiration to write it, but found that today. I hope you enjoy. It is short, but I hope it gets to the point and to the feels.

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Life as a nurse wasn’t always easy; the long hours, the ungrateful patients, the incessant beeping of IV pumps, call lights on and off. The list goes on. But today had been a particularly horrible shift, the worst you’ve had in a while.

A young and once healthy patient coded and it was a patient you’ve come to know very well after caring for them on weeks on end. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done. The patient’s body and soul were tired. And now they would never experience the what else life had to offer them.

You cried in the break room, trying to regroup and calm yourself. There were other patients to care for. Your need for comfort grew on days like this, but unfortunately your comfort was half way across the world, fighting to keep the world safe. You weren’t able to call him and he was only allowed to call you when he knew he was safe and on a secure line. The odds of that time being this very moment were slim.

You straightened your back and wiped your tears, heading out toward the nurses station, when a rather large bouquet of y/f/flowers caught your eye. Someone was holding them, but the bouquet was big enough to cover their face. Your mind didn’t immediately go to Sam, but this could be for another patient.

“Those flowers are beautiful, who are they for?” You ask, approaching the nurses station and grabbing one of your patient’s charts, flipping through the pages.

“my wife.”

You did a double take, your mind slow to comprehend the fact hat the man standing next to you with the bouquet of flowers was your husband, who was supposed to be half way across the world. He hadn’t told you when he would be back, it was classified.

Your shoulders slumped at the sight of him, the worry and sadness evaporating the longer you stared at him, “oh, Sam.” Your comfort was here.

He gathered you into his arms, just in time for your knees to buckle, the sobs overwhelming you. “Hi, baby.” He laid the flowers down, fully enveloping you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “God i’ve missed you.”

He held you in his arms until your sobs subsided, slowly rocking you side to side.

You pulled away from him, hands on his cheeks, “Is this real? Are you real?”

He chuckles softly as your fingers poke and pinch at his cheeks, nodding as he wipes the tears from your cheeks, “surprise baby.”

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Catch you

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Requested : no

prompt 49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!”

Pairing : sam wilson x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 363

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“Surely there’s some other way!” Y/n groaned, hoping someone would tell them there was but no other voice came but Sam’s. “Come on, Y/n/n!” Sam huffed, equally as annoyed as them as he flew past another helicopter, using the missile they shot to blow it up. “Not after last time!” They defended, hitting a hydra employee in the head, knocking them out. “Hate to interrupt this lovers quarrel but Y/n, you have a minute left in there.” Natasha informed, Y/n groaning again and face palming, before punching backwards, hitting the enemy trying to sneak up on them. “Surely there’s another way!” they asked, looking out the window and trying to spot somewhere to fall - most of it was the city and they would either die or have significant injuries. “There isn’t, now stop complaining and just let me come and catch you!” Sam instructed, flying closer to the building.

“Y/n! You have around fifteen seconds!” Natasha reminded; slight panic evident in her tone. “I’ll catch you - trust me! So, I dropped you one time....” Sam started, whispering under his breath as he tried to get over quicker already seeing the building starting to blow from the other side. “We don’t have time to argue!” Sam alarmed, getting closer. Y/n took a deep breath, looking behind them and seeing flames and the loud bangs coming closer. They spotted Sam closer and nodded. “You better catch me or God help you, Wilson.” they winced, stepping back before running at the window, smashing it and grimacing as they saw themself falling towards the ground. Their eyes shut as they saw the concrete getting closer, bracing themself for the hard impact - but it never came.

“I told you!” Sam cheered, smiling down at Y/n who he was now carrying in his arms, making sure to get away before landing near the ship they had arrived on, putting Y/n down. “You alright?” he asked, placing a hand on their shoulder as he saw them catching their breath. They looked up at him with a soft smile, placing their hand on top of his. “Yeah...yeah, thank you Sam.” they replied, hugging Sam.

“They’re both so oblivious.”

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Louisiana Lovin’

Sam Wilson x Reader

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Growing up in Louisiana had its perks and its downfalls. The beautiful traditions of classic New Orleans; the scenery from east to west, and north to south; and the amazing food. The downfalls, of Louisiana, were the scorching heat, and the men. The men of this region weren’t the kindest, most of them are sexist, and they think too highly of themselves. It was like Louisiana was back in the 1950s with men treating women as lower-class people. However, there was one man who rose above all of that. Y/N had gone to school with him, although she was a couple of years younger, she remembers him in classes and seeing him throughout the halls, and being her best friend’s brother. He had this big smile that would brighten anyone’s day. His kind heart would surround him like a shining light. But since he left for the military, Y/N didn’t get to see him that much anymore. Sure he would come home every now and then when he could, but it was only for important holidays. Her family was close to his, being neighbors and all. When she could, she would help out his family with the boat.

Oh, did she love that boat. Fourth of July was her favorite on the dock. There would be people doing fireworks from the water and the show was just spectacular. For a while, it was only Sarah, his sister, and Y/N working on that boat to keep it up and running. Sarah’s husband would help along with her kids, but as the time when on and the world got dangerous, things happened. Their parent’s passed away, Sarah’s husband passed away, and her brother rarely came home anymore. It was hard seeing her friend go through that, so she decided to make it her own personal vow to Sarah that she would stick around.

Then that fateful day came, and he came home. Samuel Thomas Wilson, back in Louisiana. Back in the hometown, he grew up. Back in the same region, Y/N grew to have a major crush on him. Not like there weren’t other boyfriends she’s tried, but they were all complete assholes and man-children. Sam wasn’t like that. He was a military man. He was an Avenger. He was a superhero helping the less fortunate and keeping the world safe from major dangers.

“Well if my eyes deceive me. Y/N Y/L/N. Is that you? Damn girl, I haven’t seen you since your graduation.” Sam smiled wide, giving her the biggest hug.

Y/N hugged him back with a wide smile. “It’s so good to see you, Sam. How have you been? Saving the world must be tiring.” She tried her hardest to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“It’s definitely tiring, but if it means I get to save a beautiful woman like yourself, it’s all worth it.” Sam charmed his way right into her heart then, and he’s doing it again now.

They stayed talked while working on the boat, fixing it up, and repainting it. He’d resurface from the bottom sweaty and hot from fixing the engine. Y/N had never been more attracted to this man before. She didn’t know what to do with herself, but just to stare while getting teased by the neighbors.

“You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sam smirked, drying his hands with a towel.

Y/N blushed, trying to think of something clever to say. “Give me a camera and ill pin it to my fridge.”

The interaction between the two made his sister, Sarah feel sick to her stomach. But it gave her sons a reason to tease their Uncle Sam and Auntie Y/N. Though she shouldn’t be the one talking when she’s been making eyes at Bucky the moment he arrived as well.

“I haven’t had a chance to thank you for all that you’ve done for this family. Being here with Sarah and helping with the kids and the family business. Then taking care of Mama and Pops while I’ve been gone. I know it has not been easy. But, thank you. You don’t know how much it means to me that you’re here.” Sam smiled, sitting closer to Y/N on the bench watching the water.

“It’s my pleasure, Sam. Your family is my family. After losing Daddy, I didn’t have any more blood relatives. Your family took me in. It’s only right to be here for them in their times of need as well. Plus, I get to work on a boat in the water all day?” She paused. “I mean it’s not a yacht in the Cayman Islands, but.” They both chuckled. “It’s home.”

“Then home is where I want to be.” Sam smiled, leaning over to kiss her. Finally, she got what she’s been hoping for.

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whydoyouwantmyname · 1 year

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Imagine Life After the third snap (Part 13)

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-When you awoke, you were in your room at the cabin, the blanket was pulled over you, and a heavy weight laid next to you. As you slowly opened your eyes, you expected to see Sam, however instead you were met with the familiar sight of Pookie, and a mess of wild brown waves, her soft snores filling the room as you forced a smile, and placed a hand on her hair. Her small frame stirring at the touch as she whispered your name, “Yeah Morgan?”

“Is this a dream?”

“I’m afraid not, but you know what? We are gonna get through this because we have each other, and mommy, and Peter, and all of our superhero family.”

-She curled more into you, and soon she had fallen back to sleep, of course a few tears were shed, but as you watched her drift back into dream land you couldn’t help but smile, as you thanked Tony for giving you the support system you needed to mourn him.

-Once she was asleep you pulled yourself from bed, and stumbled downstairs to see Pepper sitting in the lab, a cold cup of tea on the table as she stared at the wall. Your shoulder leaned against the doorway as you whispered, “Can’t sleep?”

“As soon as I told her, the first thing she did was run to you, because she wanted to make sure her older sister was okay.” Pepper whispered, “My daughter just found out her hero isn’t coming home, and yet she…”

“Acted just like you would.” You smiled, “Tony told me how you always made sure he was okay before yourself.”

“What can I say… the man was a train wreck.”

“Yeah, but he was our train wreck.” You chuckled, “Oh my gosh, do you remember the time we were both sick, gosh I think Morgan was two, and we were so scared to give it to her we ended up isolating ourselves in my room, and Tony had to take care of her all by himself.”

“Meanwhile we watched all of Sex in the City in a week, and ate our weight in chicken soup just so that we would get better before he accidentally lost her.” Pepper chuckled

“Wasn’t that the time he also did accidentally lose her in the house?”

“No, that was when she was just learning to run, and while his back was turned she raced out into the yard.”

“Just as you and Happy were pulling into the driveway.” You smiled, “Gosh, where was I?”

“In the Mirror Dimension, making sure that Steve was okay.”

“Come to think of it, where is everyone?”

“Sam and Peter wanted to stay, however Steve and Rhodey thought it might be best that they all go stay in the motel five miles away, said that we should have our time together to properly absorb all of this.”

“He would.” You chuckled, “How’s Happy?”

“He’s sitting on the back porch, said he wanted some alone time.” Pepper replied as you sat on the floor, looking at her, “Hey Pep, did you ever keep track of how many times Tony accidentally bought you Strawberries?”

“Before he was the man in the suit, 138 times. After, never.” She smiled

-That’s how you two spent the rest of the night, just reminiscing on a time where Tony Stark was there to brighten your lives.

-Before going to bed you stated, “Oh I almost forgot, Tony wanted you to see this.”

“What is it?” She asked as you produced his helmet, “It’s the helmet he was wearing with the suit when he was in space. He said he recorded two messages there, one was from five years ago… and the other… Well,the other he told me to play at his funeral.”

-You both went to bed finally at 5am, you were rummaging through your pajamas, looking for a comfy pair. However you stopped when your hand brushed over a grey tshirt, the fabric was soft, and stretched. Pulling it out you looked at it, and held it close to your chest.

“Damn it.” You shouted from the living room, Tony emerged from the lab as he looked at you holding an infant Morgan in your arms.

“What?”

“She just spit up on my only clean shirt.” You groaned as he started to chuckle, and lifted his shirt over his head, “of course she would do that on laundry day.”

“Here kid.” He replied, tossing the fabric at you, before coming around the couch to take the content child. It was then that you noticed he was shirtless before you, and realize what he did, “Tony, you don’t have to…”

“[Y/N], I have a hundred of them, I think I can spare letting you have one, besides when I die, you are going to be able to make millions off of that shirt.”

You just chuckled and shook your head, “Knowing you, you’ll figure out how to live forever without selling your soul to Dormammu.”

“Still don’t know who that is, but he sounds cool.” He joked as you took the shirt to the bathroom to change.

-You slipped the gray fabric over your head, and put on a pair of sleep shorts, before curling up in your bed, and staring at the ceiling as the morning sun started to peek through your window.

-That morning when Morgan woke up, you and Happy had made a huge breakfast, which none of you really ate, the four of you pushed the food around your plates.

-When you were done with the little food you ate, you excused yourself to the lab, and sat at the table, “Pull up the inter dimensional time travel blueprints.”

“Right away Miss Strange.” Your voice responded back to you, as the blueprints lit up in front of you, your eyes scanning over all the scribbles Tony had made as you smiled, “I still can’t believe we pulled it off.”

-While you were there Steve showed up with Sam and Bucky. Pepper smiled in her black dress as the three entered, her smile thin as she whispered, “Steve, Sam, Bucky, looks like you three are the first here.”

“Ma’am.” Bucky replied as Sam and Steve each hugged her

“She is in the lab if you guys want to talk to her, fair warning though, she is still in her pajamas.” Pepper smiled, before heading towards Morgan’s room to make sure she was ready, both Steve and Bucky looked at Sam, before finally Steve spoke, “If you want I can…”

“No, I got it.” Sam replied, before heading towards you, all the words he wanted to say over the past 9 years came flooding to his mind as he started to open the door. However when he did they all left his mind, as he looked at your watering eyes scan over the holograms, your natural beauty overtaking him as his breath hitched. His heart rate accelerated as your eyes shifted down at him, and a smile turned up on your lips, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He whispered as he shut the door, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the handle as you stated, “Ghost mode.” Causing everything to disappear, leaving just you and him in the empty space.

“You look nice.” You smiled, gesturing towards the suit, as he looked down, and chuckled, “Oh this old thing, I bought it ages ago when I was trying to impress a girl by taking her to hear some fancy doctor speak.”

“Did it work?” You asked

“Yeah… it did.” He smiled as he noticed you wipe your face, and exhaled, “Sorry, it’s just…”

“Hey, I get it.” He whispered, “Trust me, even with a tear stained face you are still gorgeous.”

“Well thank you Mister Wilson, however as much as I appreciate the flattery, I really must go get ready.” You stood up and started to pass him, his silence deafening as you brushed against his arm, and went to open the door. Peering out you saw no one was around and turned to his back, “However you are more than welcome to join me, if you like.”

-He didn’t, but that’s because he knew you needed a moment to yourself, which you took while looking at the only black dress you had at the cabin. With a pained smile though you looked and saw the tulle fabric of a maroon dress, and smiled. Taking it out of the closet you held it against your torso, and observed the reflection in the mirror, as you whispered, “You would have hated that everyone was in black anyway. I mean you always hated funerals.”

-When Pepper saw you she smiled, and whispered to Rhodey, “He would have loved that she wore that.”

“Why? Cause it is the same color as 75% of his suit?”

“No, because she is celebrating Tony the way he always wanted, like it is a party.”

-Bucky took one look at you and let out a long whistle, “Damn, the sheep would be so jealous right now.”

“Please, they would probably be in shock that their owner actually owns more than just the Wakanda garb.” You replied as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side, his lips meeting your temple as you joked, “Can we get sheep?”

“We? You act like…”

“I mean now that you all are back, I assume you will be living at the upstate compound with us, once we rebuild.”

“[Y/N].... I don’t….” He started, but Clint cut in, “Now killer, you can’t be hogging my favorite wizard all to yourself.”

-When your father arrived he walked over swiftly to hug you, as you did however you whispered, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why wouldn’t you have told me, I would have said….”

“He wouldn’t have let you say goodbye, he would have told you he wasn’t going anywhere. He would have made a promise and refused to have broken it because it was a promise to you. Despite everyone in his life, Tony Stark has six true weaknesses, Peter, Happy, Rhodey, Morgan, Pepper, and you, and if he made a promise to stay alive to anyone of those people, it wouldn’t have worked.”

“I know.” You exhaled, “But it still hurts.”

-You walked away after saying that.

-Pepper asked you to sit on the couch with her, at first you started to say no, but she cut you off, “You were as much family to Tony as I was, you deserve to sit there with me.”

-When the funeral started, Morgan wanted to sit on your lap, which you allowed, your arm looping around her waist as the hologram began to project in the living room.

-Sam was standing a bit back from where you sat, Happy and Rhodey standing right behind you, along with Wanda, whose hand was resting on your shoulder as the hologram moved about the living room.

-“I love you 3000.” Tony’s hologram smiled as he stopped in front of Morgan, the glimmer of his eye shining as you looked into the eyes of your best friend, the tears trailing down your face as his image faded. Your free hand went to Pepper’s thigh as she looked towards Morgan, who was still confused about the whole ordeal.

-At the funeral, you stood back from Pepper and Morgan, who was clinging to you when you all walked to the lake. However when you stopped and let go of her hand, you whispered, “Go with momma, I’ll be right here.”

-Sam walked up behind you and placed his hand in yours, as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Bucky took the spot to your left, and placed a hand on your shoulder as well. You stood there for what felt like hours, watching the five minutes scene before you in slow motion. As you watched, Sam gave your hand a slight squeeze, and leaned his head down to kiss your temple. As he did, you closed your eyes, and exhaled, before whispering, “I love you.”

“I know.” He said into your temple, before lifting his head, and watching Pepper place the Arc Reactor into the lake.

-When she was done you turned to your left and saw Peter for the first time that afternoon with May, your hand slipped from Sam’s as you sped walked towards the young lad and engulfed his frame, his hands clawing into your back as you pulled him as tight as you could. The tears slipping from both of your eyes, as you both relished in the fact Peter was back, and mourned the man who brought you together.

-After about an hour of mingling with May, Bucky came up behind you, “Doll, I hate to pull you away, but Steve wants you to join us.”

“Course. I’m so sorry May, but I will be right back.”

-She was very understanding, mostly because she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes. She had seen it staring back at her when she lost Ben, heartbreak.

-When you saw Steve he was standing in the woods alone, his body was leaning against a tree near the platform that Bruce was tinkering with. “So it’s all set, you guys are putting everything back in the right timelines.”

“Yeah, everything is going back to the years they belong in.” He forced a smile towards the ground, but you knew Steve well enough to know when he is faking a smile, “Steven Grant Rogers, why are you looking at me like you are never coming back?”

“Nothing gets past her, I told you that.” Bucky smiled as his eyes met yours, and you saw it all in those crystal blue eyes.

“I just lost Tony, don’t ask me to lose you too.” You stated, your voice cracking as Bucky stepped forward and clapped his shoulder, “I’ll give you two a minute.”

-You stood in silence waiting for him to say anything, but nothing came out. After what felt like hours he finally whispered, “This isn’t my time [Y/N].”

“I know, but we are your family, Bucky, Sam, Me, and You. This is our…”

“And she is the love of my life, and now I have a chance to go back to her and live the life I always wanted.”

“I know.” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke, “And I know this is what you have always wanted, but do you blame me for wanting to act just a little selfish?”

“No.” He answered, before pulling you to his chest, and wrapped his arms around you hard, “I honestly expected a grander act from you.”

“I don’t have it in me today, because I am overwhelmed by the fact that one of my best friends finally is getting the chance to be happy.”

“Thank you.” He whispered before kissing your hair, “Sam doesn’t know yet, I would like to keep it…”

“I won’t tell him.” You whispered as fresh tears slipped into his suit

“Just promise me one thing, you will take care of those two. Don’t let them kill each other.”

“Understood. I’ll take care of them until the end of the line.” You answered, before hearing Bruce exclaim, “I got it!”

-While you all stood at the base, waiting for Steve to change, you took Sam’s hand and leaned against his arm. His head turning towards you as he whispered, “So what are you doing after this?”

“Probably eating cheeseburgers with Morgan, looking at photos with Pep, and making a dinner that will go untouched with Happy. How about you?”

“I’m just gonna try to cheer up my best girl.” He replied as you smiled, “You sound like Bucky.”

“He called you his best girl?” His eyebrow raised as he shot Bucky a death glare over your head at the super soldier, who threw his hands up in surrender.

“In his defense Shuri and I were his only girls, cause that would have been weird to call the sheep.” You replied, as you squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry, I was too hung up on my ex boyfriend to ever even think about falling in love with the White Wolf.”

“Sounds like he was quite a catch.”

“Who, my ex? Nah he was kinda an ass, obsessed with some stupid metal falcon.”

“That you built me.” He rebuttaled, his tone almost offended as Bucky groaned before walking several feet away, “God do you two always bicker like an old married couple.”

“What can we say, it just comes naturally.” You replied as Steve emerged, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours as your heart slightly broke at the sight. He first made his way over to Sam and you, “You’re a good man Sam, but please, don’t blow it this time.”

“Trust me, I don’t plan on it.” Sam grinned as you let go of his hand and walked over to Bucky, while Bruce explained the importance of returning the stones to the exact time they were taken.

“Deci asta este?” (So this is it?) You started.

“asta vrea Steve, este doar supărător că ne lasă pe toți în urmă.” (this is what Steve wants, it is just upsetting that he is leaving us all behind.)

“Am încercat să-l conving să renunțe la asta” (i tried talking him out of it)

“merită totuși asta și, în plus, cel puțin a lăsat Scutul în mâini capabile” (he deserves this though, and besides, at least he left the Shield in capable hands)

“You know Sam hates when you do that.” Steve interrupted as you both smiled at him

“We know, that’s partly why we do it.” Bucky answered as you replied, “da.” (yes)

Steve rolled his eyes at the both of you, “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky replied as he embraced Bucky first, and then came to you, “Till the end of the line?”

“Always.” You smiled weakly before he engulfed you in a hug, a tear slipped from your eyes, as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

-“How long?” Sam asked, as Bruce answered, “For him, as long as he needs, for us, five seconds.”

Your arm was linked with Bucky’s as you whispered, “Well it looks like you are stuck with me now.”

“No one else I would rather be stuck with.” He smiled as you added, “You do realize Sam and I are a package deal right? To be stuck with one, means you're stuck with the other.”

“Don’t remind me.” Bucky grumbled as the quantum platform zapped Steve away, and five seconds later, he didn’t return, causing Sam and Bruce to panic, as you and Bucky turned towards the lake, and saw a frail man sitting on the bench Tony had built for you to read on, “Sam.”

As Sam turned towards Bucky’s voice he noticed what you both were looking at, as he approached you whispered, “He wanted to talk to you first.”

“You knew?” He whispered as you looked at him, and smiled, “Dumbass, I know everything.”

-“I wanna talk to her.” Steve whispered to Sam, who was still standing in shock with the shield, “I know she is probably furious with me, but I need to talk to her.”

“I don’t think she could ever be mad at you, especially seeing how we once blew up the kitchen when trying to make her brownies.” Sam smiled as Steve chuckled.

“That’s true.”

-When Sam looked at you, you looked at Bucky, “Think it’s for me, or for you?”

“Definitely you.”

-When you got to Steve and sat beside him, Sam looked at you both, “Now don’t go trying to steal my girl.”

“Your girl, last I knew I was a single woman.” You snapped as you looked towards Steve, “He’s just jealous because he knows I have a thing for older men.”

-When Sam walked away, Steve placed a hand on yours, “I know you are probably…”

“No Steve, you were right, this was never your time, I mean I always knew if the opportunity arrived you would go back to her. I just didn’t think….” You let out a sigh after your voice cracked, “I just didn’t think I would be losing you three all in the same week.”

“I know, but you have so many good people to take our places, like Wanda, and Bucky, and we both know Sam is head over heels for you.”

“Well he better be ready to put in the work, cause getting in my pants is going to be a thousand times harder now.”

“I wanna show you something.” He smiled, pulling his wallet from his pocket, and handing you an aging photo. His hands were holding the body of a small girl, her smile bright as you look at her giggling face, “She’s gorgeous.”

“That’s my oldest, you would have loved her, she had the brightest blue eyes, and blonde curls. Her laugh was intoxicating, and you wouldn’t believe how much of her mother’s sass she had, made me glad that I picked the perfect name for her.”

“What was…”

“Natasha [Y/N] Rogers.” He smiled, “Named after two women who mean the world to me.”

-Your eyes were watering at that point, as he leaned over and bumped your arm with his, “I want you to keep that.”

“Steve…”

“You don’t need to say a word kid, I just need you to know, you will always be my favorite. If anyone can take care of those two while I am gone, it’s you.”

“Steve….” you choked out, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close as you hugged him back and whispered, “Until the end of the line.”

-About two weeks later Sharon called you, “Hey, I know you know about Great Uncle Steve.”

“Yeah.”

“I was just calling cause Fury had you listed as family in his file.”

“He passed away, didn’t he?” You answered.

“I’m so sorry Miss Strange.”

“Thank you so much for the call.” You replied, before hanging up, and turning over in the bed, curling into Sam’s bare chest as he wrapped you in a hug.

-When you and the boys returned to the house Morgan went running over to you, her arms extended as you lifted her up into your arms and smiled at her, “Morgan, have I ever introduced you to my friends?”

“No.” She smiled as she looked at Sam, your voice soft as you stated, “Well this is Bucky, and this is Sam.”

“Is he the Sam?” She asked in a voice she thought was quiet, and as you smiled you couldn’t help but notice Sam smile as well, “Yeah baby, he is Falcon. And he is the Sheep Farmer.”

“Think he will let me play with his gun?” She asked as Bucky blushed and replied, “Maybe when you’re older.”

-You saw Wanda sitting in the grass by the lake, her eyes casted out over the water, looking to Sam you slowly approached her, and plopped down next to her. Her head immediately leaning to the left to rest on your shoulder as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For your loss, I know how much Stark meant to you.”

“Wanda, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be me, I mean Vision was…”

“Did you bury him?” She whispered as you took her hand

“No, I never got the chance, after the snap, SWORD came and took his body from me, and took him to their headquarters.”

“Where?”

-You gave her the address of the office, along with Hayward’s name, as soon as you were finished relaying the information she exhaled slowly, “It is quite beautiful here.”

-You never noticed Wanda leave

-You did however notice the absence of your father, and upon scanning the crowd for him you withdrew your phone and went back to the bench by the lake. He answered on the first ring, “Hello?”

“So you just left without saying goodbye?”

“I figured…. I mean…”

“Dad, am I pissed about this? Not really, listen you and I went to the same sanctuary, studied the same mystic practices and had the same instructors. I already know that we were taught to not alter time, or the destined paths. I also know that you are no idiot, and that you know that I will do anything to say Tony, and vice versa. If you had told me, I would have done it, I would have taken the glove, and the stones without a second thought. I would have made him promise me to survive for Morgan, I would have stopped him, just like he would do if I was the one destined to take up the task. I understand why… but it doesn’t change the fact that right now, I am grieving someone who made me feel safe, who never judged me, who went above and beyond to protect me. Someone who welcomed me into his home multiple times, and who never judged me for leaving a lifestyle very similar to his own. He protected me, he loved me, and ultimately he was the greatest friend I ever had.”

“Even better than Wilson?”

“Wilson doesn’t count in this category, because Wilson will always be my Christina.”

“Guess neither one of us has much luck in that department huh?”

“No we do not. Now, when I get back, I assume I will be inviting you to dinner, how does breakfast food sound?”

-When you returned to the group You found your way back to Bucky, his arm immediately going over your shoulder as he whispered, “You know he is still crazy about you?”

“I know, however, he isn't going to get back with me that easily.” You joked as Bucky smiled, “Liar.”

-That night you all ended up sitting at the lake with a bonfire, a sleeping Morgan had somehow found her way onto Sam’s lap, as you sat across from them at the fire with Peter and Pepper.

“She really seems to like Sam.” Pepper piped up as she glanced over to see Sam moving a piece of hair out of Morgan’s face.

“I know, honestly I am really glad she does, I don’t know what I would do if she didn’t.”

“You know, Tony always was hopeful that you two would get back together.” Pepper whispered, “He almost kicked Sam out of the tower when he found out what happened.”

“He should have.” You replied as Peter leaned his head onto your shoulder, a gesture not missed by Bucky, who was looking at Sam, “So think she will be staying?”

“I don’t know, I mean for the past five years she has been living with them, and even before that, she was living with Strange.” Sam sighed, “Besides I doubt she wants to come live with…”

“She still loves you, trust me.” Bucky sighed as Sam raised an eyebrow, “When she came to Wakanda what do you think we would talk about?”

“I don’t know, the sheep?” Sam joked as Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You should ask her if she will come, I doubt she would say no, I mean you all lived together before.”

“And then we broke up, I became an Avenger and she became a wizard.”

“I want to share with you something she shared with me.” Bucky spoke in a stern whisper, “We are more than what we are labeled.”

-When Pepper took Morgan to bed, you ended up meeting Sam’s eyes, and tilted your head towards the lake house, to which he chuckled, and rose, “Guard my seat.”

“Never.” Bucky replied as you rose and looked at Peter, “You can sleep in my room Kid.”

-While you walked to the lake, your hand causally slipped into his, when he looked at you you went to pull it away, “Sorry force of…”

“I don’t mind.” Sam whispered, gripping it to keep you from pulling away, “Honestly if you didn’t do it, I probably would have.”

-Once you were under the roof, you turned towards Sam, and leaned against the post, “Hey.”

“You brought me all the way down here just to say hey?” He asked as you smiled

“Yup.”

“Hey then.” Sam smiled as he stepped closer

“What are we doing?” You asked, his hands somehow ending up on your waist as you looked into his brown eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Sam, I lost you for five years, I am not doing that again.”

“If I remember correctly I tried to make up for the past two years before that, and you said and I quote ‘Samuel Thomas Wilson, you have had almost two fucking years to tell me whatever it is you are about to say, I think you can wait a little bit longer for us to beat this asshole to tell me whatever it is you want to say.’”

“You remembered?”

“It is all I heard every minute after the snap, I wanted so badly to tell you I loved you, that I was sorry, that if we lost, I needed you to know it was always you, whether it be as Bardot, or Strange. I still remember the first time I saw you after the roof, and remember the feeling of home you gave me, and how I was an idiot for going back up to my room after that. Or how when you broke us out of prison with Cap, how I should have asked you to come with Steve and I, and I didn’t cause I knew you would always pick Tony over me, and that’s fine, he’s your best friend.”

“And you’re the love of my life.” You whispered, “And I have never stopped loving you.”

“Steve told me I was an idiot for ignoring you.” Sam whispered, as you chuckled, “Funny he told me the same thing.”

-It all happened so quick, as soon as the words left your mouth he leaned forward and kissed you, sending a wave of heat through both of you as he did. When he finally pulled away you chuckled, causing him to raise his eyebrow, “Listen I would be lying if I didn’t say my ego is now hurt because of that, I know I am out of practice but it’s been…”

“No I was just thinking about how thrilled Tony would have been that someone was making out at his funeral.” You smiled

-That night Pepper invited the team to stay at the cabin, since it was already late. Sam had started out going to share a room with Bucky, but you looked at him, “I mean if you want to sleep with your new lover boy, feel free, but if you get bored with the White Wolf, there is room in my bed.”

-He immediately went into your room, and chuckled when he saw Peter fast asleep on the futon in your room.

-He woke up to Morgan crawling into your bed at 4am, her little hands and knees moving across him as she crawled over him to get to you. Her soft, little hand finding your arm as she shook you awake, your eyes slowly opening as she whispered, “I had a nightmare.”

“Well you’re in luck, cause you have not just me to protect you, but Falcon too.” You replied as she settled herself between you both, your arm draping over her small torso. As she did she looked at Sam and whispered, “Mr. Falcon, can you please tell me the story of how you met Uncle Cap?”

“What did [Y/N] tell you?”

“That he lapped you every morning because he was way faster than you,” He looked at you with a glare as you whispered, “I only told her the truth.”

-Sam was the last one to fall asleep, you and Morgan had passed out shortly into his story, but he was just captivated by the natural beauty of you and the small brunette child, and found himself lost in thoughts of what your own children would look like.

-When you awoke in the morning the bed was empty, both Morgan and Sam had disappeared. However you heard all the bustle downstairs, and after stretching your arms above your head, and letting out a mighty yawn you made your way down to the commotion. Scattered across the cabin were the members of your misfit family, missing a few of course, but your smile grew when you saw them all walking about in an attempt to organize breakfast.

-Sam walked over to you once he saw you, and leaned down, his lips meeting yours as he muttered a good morning. Bucky was the next to wander over and whispered, “Nope not hopelessly in love with him.”

“Shut it Bucky, before I kiss you to make him beat your ancient ass.” You joked as Bucky smiled.

-Peter was insistent on sitting next to you, and while you ate your fruit bowl he asked if you would be going back to the city, however it was Sam who leaned forward and answered, “I mean I was thinking about getting a quiet little apartment in Brooklyn, is that close enough to you though kid?”

“Plenty.” Peter smiled as you looked at him and chuckled, “You just assume I’m gonna move back in with you?”

“Well I mean I was gonna ask, but seeing how you are wearing my mother’s ring, I just assumed it went without asking.”

-You had completely forgotten that you were still wearing it, once you had put it on you hadn’t taken it off. Your blush growing as he whispered, “I mean if you want I can still ask if you….”

“No, I’ll pack my stuff.” You smiled as you popped a grape in your mouth.

-Morgan helped you pack up all your stuff, and when Sam was ready to leave you noticed the teary eyes of the youngest Stark. You couldn’t help but feel your own tears welling up as you knelt, Sam loading the suitcase into your trunk as you whispered, “Hey.”

“Don’t go.” She whispered, before launching forward and wrapping you in a hug, your heart breaking as you hugged her back.

“Listen baby, I have to, but I promise Sam and I are gonna get a nice, big apartment okay? And we are going to have a room specifically for you when you visit.”

“I can visit?”

“Of course you can, and so can Peter, and Mommy, and Happy. And you know I am a wizard right?”

“Yeah.”

“Meaning I can come visit here too, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Okay,” her voice was still soft as you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

-While you drove away, she was in Pepper’s arms, her head buried in her shoulder crying as you watched the house you loved grow fainter. Your hand in Sam’s as your eyes teared.

“I want a three bedroom.” You finally whispered.

“Of course Babe.”

“And I want Bucky to know he can stay over.”

“Is he gonna be a…”

“And Peter.”

“Anyone else?”

“Wanda.”

-You both ended up getting a four bedroom, that way you had a room to use as an office, and you started working from home.

-You took Bucky with you when you went to pick out furniture, and even let him pick out the mattress for the guest bedroom.

-Sarah and the boys came over to help you and Sam set up the apartment, along with congratulating her brother on getting the girl back. You couldn’t help but smile as he blushed, and whispered, “Yeah I was pretty stupid.”

“You were more than stupid.” Sarah joked as the boys ran past

“Hey be careful you two, if that breaks my father will never let me hear the end of it!” You called after AJ and Cass

“If they do it’s more than just your magical father they have to worry about.” Sarah replied as you smiled, “Goodness I have missed you.”

“Well I was only a phone call away, if someone wasn’t alway so busy, saving the world and shit, maybe we could have gotten together.”

-That night while you were saying goodbye to Sarah and the boys, she hugged you and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making my older brother the happiest he has ever been. It’s nice to see him genuinely smile again.”

-Once you were all moved in, Sarah and the boys would come up at least once a month, on a day where you and Sam weren’t working. The first time they came over, you opened a gage way for them, and once all through Sarah smiled, “I guess dating a wizard has its perks.”

-AJ and Cass were always asking you to show them your magic, and with a smile you would create the smallest orbs, and spin them in a halo, in your hands. Once and a while you would also try to create small fireworks, as the boys eyes lit up in wonder, “My friend Thor once told me of how his mother would do this for him and his brother.”

-The first few nights after the third encounter with Thanos were the hardest, all you would see in your dreams was the moment Tony took his last breath. You would wake up in a cold sweat, and gasping loudly as you jetted right up. Looking to your left you would see Sam gently breathing, assuming he was fast asleep

-He woke up when you accidentally hit him while tossing and turning, he would lay there silently, cause he didn’t want you to feel like a burden.

-You would sneak off into the kitchen, and would make yourself a cup of tea, thinking over all the little moments with Tony. However not even that could make you go back to sleep.

-Finally on the fourth night, as you went to get out of the bed after your nightmare, Sam grabbed your wrist, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Want to tell me what you have been dreaming about these past few days?”

“It’s nothing baby.”

“Really, cause it is enough to make you leave bed every night, and not come back.”

“How did you know…” You started, however he quickly replied, “You have a killer slap Strange.”

-That night you and him stayed up all night talking, some of it was about your dream, some about Tony, but finally Sam whispered, “You know when these happen, you can wake me up non violently and talk about it right?”

“You are always so busy though, and you deserve to sleep.”

“And you do to.” He brushed his fingers against your face and pushed back a small piece of hair.

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you more.”

-You were unpacking your stuff from the Sanctuary when Hayward called you about Westveiw, to which you stated you would be there as soon as possible, you were unaware he wanted to make a murder mission out of it.

-when you opened the gateway you walked out behind Darcy’s chair, her eyes glued to the screen as you smiled, “You must be Darcy.”

“And you are Wanda’s best friend.”

“So want to tell me why you called me here? If it’s to find Thor I don’t…”

“How did you know that I knew Thor?” She asked as you knelt beside her, Wanda’s face lighting up the screen as you reached forward and allowed your fingertips to touch it, and then you saw him.

“She brought him back.” You whispered, as Darcy looked at you, “Excuse me, how did you know…”

“He talked about you and Jane several times.” You answered, “This is live right?”

“As far as I can tell, yes. That’s why we brought you in. You know Wanda as well as Pietro, if not…”

“I need to know how to get in there, if you want my help then get me into the show.”

“How can I…”

“You said an agent of SWORD got in there, if she can I can. Besides, if anything, she will be more responsive to me than a random agent.”

“Does Sam know…”

“Thor said you were more witty than question driven.” You replied, before opening a gateway, and walking to the border of Westview, Woo was beside you in seconds, “Ever seen anything like this before?”

“No.” You whispered, your head looking up, as you whispered, “Wanda Maximoff is a woman of many talents, and a very troubled past, the only thing she ever wanted was her family back after a missile manufactured by Stark Industries killed her parents. Ultron killed her brother, and she was forced to kill Vision. Stark tried to lock her away, and the world feared her, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted, to live a happy life with a family she adopted as her own. She’s not acting out of revenge, or to be a terror…” you paused, your eyes watering, “ She just wants her family back.”

-Sam decided that moment to call you, your hand wiping under your eye, “Hey babe.”

“Why do you sound like you are crying?”

“No, just looking over an old book.” You replied as you took a step back, your back to the hex as you casually strolled over towards the bunkers.

“I miss you.” Sam replied as you smiled, “It’s been less than an hour.”

“I know but…” You turned quickly however to see Wanda standing in the field, “I need to call you back.”

“Babe.” He started before you hung up and stepped towards her, Woo lifting his arm to stop you, but you pushed it aside, her eyes meeting yours, as you looked to her, “Wanda.”

“[Y/N], tell them to leave me alone.” Her hands glowed as you looked at her, “I have what I want and no one will ever take it from me again.”

“Wanda, let me in.” You answered as she tilted her head, “No.”

“Wanda…” you whispered, but you heard her in your head loud and clear, “We both have what we want, I can’t take him from you.”

-When she walked away, and the guns pointed towards Hayward, you stood your ground and watched her disappear into the Hex, your eyes watering as the Hex turned red behind her, before your knees gave way. Darcy raced towards you as you softly whispered, “I can’t help you.”

-With that you opened a gateway beneath you, and closed it, your knees hitting the couch that you and Sam bought as he turned away from the fridge, the OJ container in hand as he poured it into his mouth, swallowing quickly he replied, “You’re home… are you okay?”

You stood quickly and hurried over to him, his torso knocked back slightly with your embrace as you buried your head into his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but babe it’s legit been less than three hours.”

“I know,” you whispered, “But I missed you, I mean we have been together every moment for the last ten days.”

-He never questioned you about why you were crying, or where you had gone.

-Hayward called you again, “Why did you leave? You were given an assignment…”

“You have Vision still, his body is laying dismembered in your lab! Leave her alone Hayward, she isn’t hurting anyone.”

“She is controlling an entire town…”

“Yes, an entire town I own, she would never hurt anyone in that town. Now I am asking you nicely, leave Wanda and Vision be, and never call me again asking me to control someone who can take care of herself. Do I make myself clear?”

“We thank you for your services, I’ll never bother you or your family again.”

“I doubt that.” You replied, before hanging up the phone and letting out a deep sigh on the balcony of your apartment.

-When Sam started working again with the Air Force as Independent Contractor, you looked at him strangely, an eyebrow raised as he said, “I know, you probably think I am crazy, but look at it this way, now you and Bucky can have one on one time without your annoying lover interrupting your secret conversations.”

-When Redwing would get damaged on missions, he would always bring him to you and say, “I know I promised I said I would keep him out of harm's way, but they had pretty badass guns.”

“You are lucky I love you.” You would sigh before taking Redwing and opening a gateway to Happy’s New York apartment and used the mini lab he had for you there.

-Morgan was obsessed with Sam, sometimes after he put her to bed you would joke about it. He always swung an arm around you however and sighed, “What can I say baby, I am just that loveable.”

-Happy called you one evening while Bucky and Sam were over, both fighting over who got to use your color changing cup, as you rolled your eyes you answered, “Happy, thank god, someone has saved me from mediating this ridiculous fight.”

“Hey Sweetheart..”

“What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

“You only call me sweetheart when you do something you think I am not gonna like, like how you assumed that Chocolate is a good substitute for a strawberry shake.”

“I’m moving out of the cabin.” He exhaled, “I got an apartment in Hawaii.”

“You hate the beach?” You answered

“I know…. But I can’t keep looking at the places he used to be. At least not right now.”

“I understand. Honestly Hap, I feel the same way. I still find myself picking up my phone, just to call him.”

-That night you both discussed how you were coping without Tony. At the end of the call you walked out to look at the two full grown men who were still fighting over a cup, “Sam, we are going to Hawaii in a month.”

-That stopped the fight immediately

-Your father came over for dinner every night, at first Sam was kinda nervous, mostly because the first interaction they had had was when Sam questioned him for not telling you sooner that Tony was going to die.

-Your father eyeballed Sam as soon as he walked in, “So you are the man my daughter is settling for?”

“Oh don’t start Father, I already know you like him. Besides, I could have ended up with Thor.”

“That is very true.” He replied, as you opened the fridge and opened a small gateway above him, and dropped the bottle. Strange caught it.

“I will never be used to that.” Sam sighed as you chuckled, “You might like it though once you realize we never have to get on a plane again.”

-Wong came over a few times, and it always seemed to be on the days you would go to the cabin for the day, meaning he would get there when it was just Sam at home. He normally would just stare at Sam, his face serious as he occasionally engaged in Sam’s attempts at small talk. However as soon as you walked in, Wong would become a cheery version of himself, leaving Sam baffled.

“It’s just because I am his favorite Strange.” You smiled as he questioned you about it in bed one day, both of you sitting under the covers, against the headboard. Your nose buried in a book as Sam watched the basketball game.

“Well can his favorite Strange tell him that we are a package deal?”

“Nope. That’s you and Bucky now.” You smiled as he let out a groan.

-One night when your father and Wong came to dinner, Peter had the joy of being there. You and him both were moving about the kitchen cooking frozen pizzas, pizza rolls, pizza bagels, and a salad, while the other three men sat in the living room, in complete silence.

“So…..” Sam started, “Seen any good movies?”

“Ah yes, I have been trying to broaden Wong’s pop culture references since for the past five years all of our efforts were casted aside, and he started fighting in monster cage battles instead. So last night we actually watched I love Lucy.”

“Oh really, that’s actually one of Wanda’s favorites, she used to have me watch it with her after…”

“You broke my daughter’s heart?” Strange interrupted, as you called from the kitchen, “Heard that! Apologize!”

With a sigh Strange looked to Sam, and sarcastically stated, “I’m sorry.”

-At dinner Sam was chuckling at the variety of pizza options, and was brought back to the earlier conversation with Peter while shopping.

“Wow, she must be really worried about seeing her dad if she sent you to come pick me up.” Peter stated as Sam pushed the cart and put in a few groceries that you needed, like juice boxes, popcorn, chips, carrots, spinach, toilet paper, and whatever Peter wanted for dinner.

“I don’t think she is worried to see him, I think it’s more she is worried about how her father is going to treat me, since he doesn’t seem too fond of me.”

“I don’t think he is supposed to be, I mean you are dating his daughter, and he is used to her always being around.”

“I just wish he would like me man, just for her sake.”

“He does, I mean she always said her father had a strange way of showing his fondness.” Peter joked as he picked up Morgan’s favorite cereal, “For this weekend, since Pepper is dropping her off.”

“You know, sometimes I forget you are just a 16 year old kid.” Sam replied as Peter smiled, “What can I say, the superhero life matured me.”

-While you were all eating Sam looked at Strange, “By the way sir, I have been meaning to ask, what is it like being part of the big three?”

“The what?”

“The big three, you know Aliens, Androids and Wizards?”

“I’m not any of those?” Strange answered, while Wong shook his head in agreement, as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and stated, “Babe, why do you think we’re wizards?”

“Because you do magic.”

“Yes, we practice the mystic arts, we don’t play with sticks.” Wong stated as he leaned back in his chair, Pizza rolls forgotten as Sam looked at him, “But you are wizards.”

“Wizards wear hats and silly robes, we wear neither.” You replied as Sam looked at you all and muttered, “Your dad is wearing one right now.”

“This is not a robe, this is a cloak, they are quite different. Now apologize to the Cloak of Levitation, you have insulted him.” Your father barked as Sam muttered an apology and dropped the whole topic.

-Peter just sat there the whole time, wanting to expand on the alien part of the conversation

-“Are you sure you want to marry him?” Your father asked you while he was hugging you goodbye, “I mean he believes we are wizards.”

“Yes dad, I want to marry him. Even if he thinks we’re wizards.” You sighed with a smile

-Bucky was over almost everyday, and normally would end up crashing in the spare room. However if someone else was over, he slept on the couch.

-You took Bucky to every therapy session, however he was outraged when they told him you couldn’t be his therapist due to your personal connection, which you later explained to him what that meant.

-When Bucky would have a nightmare while he was at your house (Which was basically every time), you would just sense that something was wrong, and roll out of the bed to check on him. He jokingly called it your al șaselea simț or your sixth sense. You called it being a light sleeper.

-Sam never gets used to waking up alone on the few nights you fall asleep with Bucky after he has a nightmare.

-Bucky will never tell you that when you sleep with him, he feels safe, and doesn’t have nightmares the rest of the night…. But that’s just because he trusts you.

-You were trying to help him make amends with everyone on his list, but one day he looked at you and said, “I appreciate the help, but I think this is something I have to do alone.”

-You were also the person who he trusted to cut his hair, after you finished you took a step back and admired your work as he looked at himself in the mirror, “You like it?”

“I love it.” He whispered as you ruffled his hair in your fingers, “Not gonna lie, I’m going to miss braiding it while you are asleep.”

-You were the only one allowed to call him Buck

- Occasionally Sam would try, however he was always met with both you and him staring at him. Bucky would then look at him and say, “Don’t call me that.”

“But my fiancé…”

“Her and Steve are the only ones allowed.” He replied as you turned back to the lasagna noodles on the stove, Sam staring at Bucky baffled.

-No one touched Morgan’s room, except for her.

-Pepper and you would take turns dropping off and picking up Morgan on the weekends, and you would take her to all the different museums, or to Central Park.

-On the days you and her would go to Queens, Peter would normally meet up with you for lunch, and hang out with you.

-Bucky was also nervous around Morgan, but that was because he knew Tony wouldn’t be a fan.

“Tony nu este aici [Tony’s not here].” You whispered one day that you knew he was thinking it. Morgan had asked him to join the tea party, and raced with Sam to her room to collect the Princess accessories, leaving Bucky to nervously try to excuse himself, “Ce? [What?]”

“Tony nu este aici pentru a-ți spune că trebuie să pleci. Ești prietenul meu și știu ce fel de persoană ești și nu trebuie să pleci doar pentru că Tony Stark te-ar putea vedea doar ca soldatul de iarnă. Acum du-te să îmbraci tiara și du-te să bei puțină apă murdară dintr-o ceașcă de plastic. [Tony is not here to tell you that you need to leave. You are my friend and I know what kind of person you are, and you do not need to leave just because Tony Stark only could see you as the Winter Soldier. Now go put on the tiara, and go drink some dirt water out of a plastic cup.]” You instructed, as you pointed towards Morgan’s room, “Voi fi acolo într-o secundă cu oreos. [I’ll be there in a second with the Oreos.]”

-Sam hated it when you two would start speaking Romanian to each other, it didn’t help though that sometimes you guys would randomly throw his name into the conversations as a joke to make him think you were talking about him.

-Sam once asked Strange if he could teach him the art of the Gateway, he laughed.

-You would try to drive up to the cabin as often as possible, not only to see Morgan, but also to provide Pepper with some sanity.

-A lot of the time you and her would sit on the deck and overlook the lake, as the breeze lightly raced along your face. The crickets softly sang around you as you both sipped tea. However it was on one of these particular nights that she looked at you and whispered, “You know you really don’t have to do this?”

“Do what?”

“Come as often as you do, I think I can watch…”

“This isn’t about me thinking you are a bad mother, this is to make sure that the woman my best friend was in love with is okay. As much as you might not believe me, Tony talked about you constantly, and I know how much you adored him. I told him I would always look out for Morgan… but we both knew I was also always going to look out for you too, just like he looked out for Sam.”

“Is that what he meant when he would tell me he was running the RedWing Program?”

“Yeah, just like how I am currently on Mission Potts.”

-When you would stay at the cabin you always slept in your old room, which looked exactly the same as always.

-Morgan would always want to go home with you when you would pack up to leave, sometimes you would take her, other times you would tell her that Bucky was in need of silence, and that Sam would come pick her up the following weekend.

-One night when Bucky was sitting on your couch watching the news you proposed, “Break your lease on that broom closet you are renting 5 blocks over.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re moving into the guest room.”

“What!” Sam screamed from the bathroom as Bucky chuckled, “Doll I…”

“Tell me Bucky, in the past 4 months how many times have you stayed there?”

“4.” Bucky answered before sighing, “I’ll talk to the landlord in the morning.”

-Whenever Peter spent the night you guys would always end up watching at least three movies in a row. Sam would pop the popcorn, while Peter poured soda, and you filled Miscellaneous bowls with candy, chips, and cookies. Meanwhile Bucky was moving all the furniture around in the living room to make room for the giant blow up mattress you and Peter would lay on to watch the movies, leaving Sam and Bucky to share the couch.

-The first movie night you ever had Bucky looked at Sam, “How does it feel knowing you have to share your fiancé with a 16 year old?”

“The same way it feels having to share her with a 101 year old fossil.” He replied as Bucky sighed, “106.”

-Some nights you and Peter would fall asleep while watching the movies, leaving the other two to carry you to bed. Bucky would groan as he carried the weightless teenager, “Why do I always have to carry insect boy?”

“First off spiders are arachnids, not insects. And secondly, because I don’t need you carrying my fiancé to bed.”

“God, maybe you two really are meant to be.” He would sigh before Sam and him exchanged quick good nights.

-The night before Peter went on the Europe field trip he went over to your apartment for a farewell movie night. Upon arriving he found that it was just you in the apartment, with all of the Alien movies, and a large variety of chips, and pizzas.

“Where is everyone else?” He asked as you let out a small chuckle, “Sam and Bucky went to the bar, he said something along the lines of he was giving the kid and I the space we needed to say goodbye. Also he said something about not wanting to see me cry.”

“He does realize I am coming back, right?” Peter asked as you smiled

-While you both watched the first movie, Peter looked at you, and smiled, “So I think I want to ask MJ out.”

“Really?” You asked, just proud that he was finally ready to make the first move

-After that all the movies were forgotten and you spent the rest of the time planning how Peter was going to woo MJ.

-When Sam and Bucky returned, the apartment was dark, and silent. This was not the state either was expecting, which caused them both to go on high alert. While sweeping the apartment however, Bucky found you, your body under the covers. He lowered the small pistol he carried and signaled for Sam to come towards your room. As he left the doorway of the empty guest room, and joined Bucky he whispered, “They must have ended movie night early.”

“Well, the kid isn’t in the guest room, so it’s all yours.” Sam smiled as he pushed past Bucky and shut the door in his face. Shrugging off his clothes he climbed into bed with you, as you slightly groaned, “Hey.”

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Sam smiled as you flung your arm over his torso, your head lazily finding his chest as you hummed, “How was the bar?”

“I swear, he hates me.”

“He does not, he is just…” you started before sighing, “He is just Bucky.”

“Well when you aren’t around, he is just silently glaring at me as though I am a plague.”

“Well you must remember, you did break his best friend’s heart.”

“And now I am fixing it, so he can stop being a judgmental asshole.”

“Language.” You yawned

-The next morning Sam was greeted by the smell of coffee brewing and pancakes cooking, while the bacon was baking in the oven. A smile on his face as he saw you twitch your hand, causing an egg to break into a bowl, while a whisk stirred it up, “I will never get over that.” He stated as you turned your head and smiled, “And I will never get over the fact that people really think the government faked Steve’s death and we flew him to a secret moon base.”

-One night, you and Sam were curled up together on the couch, Bucky had already called to say he wasn’t coming over, Peter and Morgan had homework, and your father was busy with Wong, leaving it to be just the two of you for the first time in a very long time. His hand was lazily draped over your shoulder, as the soft glow of Nova illuminated your face, your eyes barely open, as he traced his finger slowly up your arm to your shoulder, “I forgot what this was like?”

“Quiet?”

“No, living a normal life, life before Steve Rogers came into our lives and mixed it all up with the superhero life.”

“Then we should cherish to….” you started but your words were cut short by a knock on the door, both of you looking towards it confused, “We didn’t order the pizza yet, did we?”

“No.” Sam answered as you stood up and advanced towards the door, a orb of blue sitting in your hand delicately as you looked through the peephole, yet it vanished as soon as it appeared, the door opening quickly as you tackled the person behind it, “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Wanda whispered, “but I need your help.”

-That night you taught Wanda all about astral projection, and gave her several books you had been saving on the topic of witchcraft and the Scarlet Witch. As you were telling her about one of them however she cut you off with her calm tone, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“About?”

“The Scarlet Witch? I mean you must have if you acquired all these books just for me?”

“I had my suspicions.” You started, “I just always hoped I was wrong.”

“Is that why you fought on Tony’s side, to have me…”

“Never.” You stated, “And I never want you to think that. I fought on Tony’s side because I knew you couldn’t stop every problem that came up in the world, the Avengers were just a small unit of people expected to do too much. With the regulations in place the load of expectations would have significantly decreased, and we could have had AI handling the rest. But when it came to the treatment of Wanda Maxinoff, my best friend, I was adamant that I wanted you left alone, I wanted you trained properly, and allowed to live the life you chose. I was working with Tony to build you a safe house, where you could study and master your powers, all while living with Vision and enjoying a semi normal life.”

“What about now?”

“I still want that.” You replied, before opening a drawer and handing her a small map, “Here, it isn’t much, but I figured you guys would like the openness.”

-It was a map showing the location of the safe house you had demanded be built for her.

-The whole time Sam sat on the couch, tapping the back of it with his fingers. At one point he whispered, “So much for a normal night.”

-That night when you went to bed, you curled up next to him and whispered, “I promise next week I will tell everyone we are busy, and we can just lock the door, turn off the lights and pretend we aren’t home.”

“We don’t need that.” Sam whispered as he pulled you closer into his side, “It just comes with the job.”

-Sometimes, when Sam would come back from missions, you would kick everyone out of the apartment, except for Bucky, who was under strict orders to stay in the guest room. You two would just curl up on the couch in silence, and try to recreate that old sense of normalcy.

-Peter texted you every day he was in Europe, and called you as often as he could.

-Tony programmed Edith to have your voice, so when Peter activated her, he heard you say, “Stand by for retinal and biometric scan.” And once his whole face had been scanned, your voice said, “Retinal and biometric scan accepted.”

“[Y/N]?”

“No, Peter. I am E.D.I.T.H., Tony Stark's augmented-reality security and defense system.”

“So he designed you for me, and used his best friend’s voice to speak to me?”

“No, but you have access to all of Tony's protocols. As for my voice, Tony had her record everything before the birth of Morgan. He claimed a female voice would be more soothing.” Edith stated

-One day you looked at Sam, “I’m going to my father’s tonight.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I figured you would want to…”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Excuse me?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

“I mean we have spent every night together since…”

“Babe.” You whispered, stepping forward as you placed a hand on either cheek, “I love you, and I am not leaving you again. I promise I will be back sooner than you can fly a EW from here to Russia.”

“That’s pretty fast, even for a wizard.” He smiled as you leaned forward slightly and met his lips, “That’s how you know I will be back soon.”

-That night you and your father sat in the study and sipped tea while looking over a stack of literature Wong had brought you both, however it was interrupted by Bucky calling you, “Where are you?”

“Hogwarts, where are you?”

“At your house with your miserable boyfriend.”

“Well you know where your room is, and the fridge. So…”

“Are you coming home?”

“Bucky, I am staying here tonight, so I need you and Sam to get along, for 12 hours without my help. Do you think you can do that for me?”

-He sighed loudly, as you heard Sam call, “Told you she wasn’t coming home.”

“Please Buck.” You whispered, “I will buy you a new gun if you do.”

“Fine, but only because it is for you.” He groaned as you smiled, “Thank you Buck, now I will be home tomorrow, and we can go to the gun store after that.”

-When you hung up your father looked at you, “So your plan is working?”

“Not at all, but Operation Get those two to be civil has officially begun.” You smiled as you turned the page of your book.

-The next afternoon you drove to the gun store and bought Bucky a Case Hardened Desert Eagle.

-After that once a week you would leave the two unattended in hopes that they would start getting along. Meanwhile you would go sit with your father, or occasionally you would drive up to the cabin to see Pepper and Morgan.

-On one of the night you were forcing Bucky and Sam to interact, Strange asked you, “Do you think Wanda knows?”

“Knows what?”

“Who she is stronger than? I mean from what you said it is quite clear that Agatha told her she is stronger than the Sorceress Supreme. I just wonder…”

“Stop.” You replied, “I already know where you are going with this, and I am telling you I am not it. Now, can we just drop it?”

-“Well, you know, those poor techs can't keep up with a billion returning IP addresses - and your sick-ass Stark-level tech.” Torres replied as Sam chuckled in response, examining the damage done to Redwing by the LAF

-“It’s not even the fact that it’s Stark level tech, it’s Stark level tech designed by the brightest most beautiful woman I know, who just so happened to train under Tony Stark himself.”

“Better not tell your fiancé that.” Torres joked as Sam smiled, “It is my fiancé.”

“Wait a minute, the [Y/N] Strange is your fiancé?” Torres asked as Sam beamed, “The one and only.”

-Sam told you all about the LAF and the Flag Smashers, which triggered you to start researching more about them.

-One evening you opened the door to the apartment expecting the space to be filled with noise from all of your boys, a smile already on your face at the thought of Sam and Bucky bickering, and Peter scribbling on paper. However you were met by silence. As you turned you saw the soft glow of the television screen, the XBox Home Screen covered the screen as you smiled, “Looking to lose?”

“Don’t be mad.” He whispered, as you shrugged your coat off, and looked towards the back of his head confused, “why would I be mad? Unless you are cheating on me…”

“I am giving the Smithsonian the shield.” He whispered, as your body froze.

“You what?”

“I’m giving the shield to…”

“I heard that.” You answered, “Why?”

“I…”

“Sam, you know that I will support any decision you make, within reason, but this….” you exhaled, “Steve trusted you.”

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