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i think he knows | chapter three

Summary: Reader and Bucky get caught. Twice.

Warnings: Probably just Bucky smoking. If you think there is any then please let me know so I can add it.

Word Count: 1792

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A/N: Three chapters in one day, who am I? Also, this one hasn't been proofread so there most likely will be typos and/or mistakes.

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You jumped at the unexpected visitor, your heart began to race as you recognized Bucky now standing near your window, in your bedroom. Once again, his signature smirk found its way across his lips. You were momentarily speechless as his scent and aura filled the room.

“Bucky?” you asked, you tried to keep your voice steady and quiet, despite the rush of adrenaline running through you. “What are you doing here?” Rushing over to the window, you pushed Bucky to the side slightly so you could close it along with your curtain. You glanced over to Peter’s bedroom window while you pulled the curtains. You were met with dark brown eyes staring back at you. There was no way that he didn’t see the senior climbing in, or standing right there.

Bucky never took his eyes off you, stepping closer the second you stopped messing with the curtains. “I couldn’t resist,” his voice was low and smooth. “I told you I’d see you around.” Your mind began to race, how do you respond to an unsuspected visit like this? You knew Steve would feel betrayed if he walked back in here. There was a part of you that was torn between the excitement of having Bucky so close and the choice you had made less than two minutes ago.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Bucky,” Taking a step back, you added a distance between you two. “ Steve doesn’t want me to see you.”

You sensed that you just added fuel to the fire Bucky had created as his smirk widened and closed the gap between the two of you. “As far as I can see, Sunshine, Stevie isn’t here. Is he?” Placing a finger under your chin, he tilted your head up to make eye contact with you. For the second time that day, you shook your head at him. “No, just you and me.”

Despite your judgment call merely moments ago, there was no way to deny the pull he had on you. With all the warnings ringing through your head, both in your voice and Steve’s, you still couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him.

“You should go,” you tried to sound firm but your voice wavered. “This isn’t right.” You jolted your head slightly so it was no longer being held by his finger. His expression softened, letting out a sigh while gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Maybe it’s not right,” Bucky admitted, his voice was barely a whisper. You lifted your head to try and get a read on his face. “But, it feels right, doesn’t it?”

You hesitated in your response, you could hear the rational voice of Steve in your head but Bucky’s touch was sending shivers down your spine. It was proving to be incredibly difficult to resist him.

Just as you were about to respond, a knocking at your bedroom door ripped you both from your intense stare out. The knocks were closely followed by Steve’s voice calling your name. You started to panic as you turned to face the door, realizing that Steve could walk in at any second and find Bucky standing in your room.

“This guy,” Muttering under his breath, you sensed a newfound panic coming from Bucky, his eyes had widened and they were scanning the room for suitable hiding spots. Without another thought you hurried Bucky toward the window and gestured for him to climb back down. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at you before whispering, “Goodnight Sunshine.” You replied with a quick, “Goodnight James.” as he started his climb.

You took deep breaths to try and steady your pulse as Steve entered your room, he furrowed in confusion as he took in the sight of you at the window.

“Dinner’s ready, dad’s impatient,” He eyes you skeptically for a moment before, pointing towards the window. “I hope you’re closing that, Mom will go crazy if she smells that breeze.” You nodded in response to him, forcing a smile, you watched as he started to make his way down to the dinner table. Turning back to the window, you watched as Bucky walked his motorbike down the street, catching the moment he glanced back up at your window.

So much for staying away.

The next afternoon, you sat in the school library buried beneath a stack of textbooks and sheets of class notes. It had been quiet for the most part, you were focused on your schoolwork, so focused you never sensed someone sitting down beside you.

“Has anyone ever told you your concentration face is adorable?” You looked up to find Bucky sitting in the chair next to you, his face so close you’re almost bumping noses. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, you thought maybe the library would have been your safe space. No Steve telling you what, when, where, why, or how, and no Bucky filling you with both dread and excitement. Yet, here one of them was.

“There’s never been anyone not scared of my brother enough to.” You confessed one of the few things that truly annoyed you about being the youngest Rogers. You watched as a glint appeared in his eyes as he shrugged.

“Your concentration face is adorable.” He spoke with confidence, proving to you that Steve does not instill any fear in him. You couldn’t help but notice his casual glance over your lips as you smiled at his comment. You’ve read enough books and watched enough shows to know what that look meant. Was he going to do it? Now? Here?

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Your voice was barely a whisper as you watched his head tilt slightly to the side, his hand coming up to hold your cheek just like at his locker. His gaze never left your lips as his smirk once again appeared.

“It feels like we should,” You found yourself melting under his touch, every second that passed with his skin against yours, you felt yourself weakening. Just as you were about to give in to temptation, a throat being cleared broke you from your haze.

Looking up you found Peter sitting back in the seat across from you, the look of suspicion was evident as he looked between you and Bucky with curiosity and confusion. “Pete!” You exclaimed, you tried to keep your voice calm and light but the panic that rose from your chest turned it into a high-pitched squeal.

“Found the book we needed for Bio,” his reply was casual, despite being the only other person who knew about Bucky’s visit last night but not yet knowing why. “Didn’t expect this when I came back.” Using his pen, he gestured between you and Bucky.

A sinking feeling started to settle in your stomach, you knew that you had to explain to Peter what he saw last night. You worried that his suspicions could make this whole thing more complicated than it already was, his loyalty to Steve was also a factor you had to take into account. It wasn’t looking good on your end.

Bucky left shortly after Peter referred to his presence, he didn’t make up any excuses for why he was leaving. He knew he already was risking a lot just by letting Peter see what almost happened. Once he was out of the library, you explained everything to Peter. Told him truthfully about how you were feeling, what happened the night before, and what he had walked into.

You decided that morning that you wanted to stay back late and use the library to study, Steve offered to wait back for you to drive you home but you declined. He had plans with Sharon that night and didn’t want to keep them waiting. The town was small enough for you to walk home and get there way before dark anyway.

The hallways were empty now, your footsteps echoed as you found your way toward the exit. Just as you walked out of the front doors of the school, you were greeted by Bucky leaning against the wall of the steps with a cigarette hanging from his lips. For a split second, you found yourself thinking about how you’d like to be that cigarette. Your cheeks flushing at the thought.

“What are you still doing here?” You asked, looking around the almost empty parking lot. You admired him as he walked down the steps and used the bins provided to put out and dispose of the cigarette. He motioned toward his bike with the helmet he carried in his left hand.

“Noticed you didn’t go home with Steve, or, leave with that Wanda or Peter you hang around with, so,” Once again, he gestured toward the bike. “Guessed you were still at the library and in need of a ride home.” Surprised as was an understatement, you couldn’t grasp onto the idea that this person, waited almost two hours extra after the last bell to offer you a ride home. You still hesitated to accept, you had never rode on a motorbike before. Everyone was quick to explain to you the dangers of driving and riding them from a young age. Also, it would be Bucky driving and someone could see you.

“I, I don’t know,” Your newfound stutter had made a return as Bucky stepped closer to you, handing the helmet to you while taking your textbooks.

“Come on, Sunshine, it’s late,” He sighed as he started to walk through the parking lot. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

In that moment of uncertainty, his words offered a sense of reassurance that allowed you to nod in agreement with him. You put the helmet on as you walked, clipping it into place, you realized that he only had one with him. He lifted the seat to reveal an area for your textbooks to hide, but still no helmet.

“Woah, what are you doing?” He exclaimed, reaching out and placing a hand on top of the helmet, stopping you from taking it off further. “We’ve got to make sure that pretty head of yours is protected.” Moving his hand down to your chin, he clipped it back together.

“But, what about-” He gave you a stern look, placing a finger over your lips to cut you off. Once he knew you wouldn’t protest anymore, he helped you climb onto the bike. After he explained some basic safety rules to you, the engine began to roar. The unfamiliar vibrations startled you, wrapping your arms tighter around Bucky’s torso.

As you clung onto Bucky, you pushed aside your doubts and let yourself enjoy the thrill of both riding a motorbike and being alone with Bucky.

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youre-amazing-say-it · 1 year

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Night Sky

\Pairing: Steve Rogers x teen!reader, Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

Warning: hints of depression, anxiety, not being able to sleep, fear of the future, life going too good and knowing it might crash on you fear

A/N: Self-indulgent fic, going to write two fics tomorrow. just going through something right now.

You couldn't describe what you were feeling.

Righ now, you were sitting on the window sill, looking at the night sky in the Avengers Compound. This was your favorite spot in the whole world. Your feet were hanging out of the building, and it had enough room for more people to join. It made you feel free.

You should be asleep, but you spent all day sleeping, not really wanting to do anything else. So now it was 3am, and you were wide awake.

As you sat quietly, you heard the elevator ding behind and you heard the pair of combat boots walking behind you. “I’ll work on the mission report tomorrow, just tired and want to head to bed.” You heard Steve say as the second voice responded. “I feel you man, happy to be home,” Bucky spoke. as he was about to turn down his hallway, he noticed you sitting and tapped on Steve’s shoulder. “hey,” he quietly whispered as his head moved in your direction. Steve furrowed his eyebrows as he realized it was you that was up. The two men had a silent conversation with their eyes before sighing and walking towards you.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Steve spoke as you heard them get closer. You turned your head to face the two soldiers. “I'm fine, just enjoying the night sky,” you spoke with a slight smile. “Scoot over,” Bucky said with a smile. You obliged as they got situated on either side of you.

“How was the mission?” you asked looking at steve. He ran his hand over his face and he let out a breath. “Tiring, but it went well. No casualties,” he spoke. “That’s good,” you replied. Bucky was focusing on your face, trying to read what you were thinking and going through. but he couldn’t tell. “what's going through your mind, doll?”

“Nothing,” you whispered. Steve looked at you confused, “nothing?” he asked. “Yeah, absolutely nothing.” you sighed as you pushed some hair back. “And it’s kinda scary,” you said, “I feel.. peaceful. And I don't want it to go away.”

“Well,” Bucky started to speak, “what makes you think it will go away? Maybe everything is finally going right for you, and you deserve that,” he commented. “This feeling of ‘peace’ is what I was feeling before everything changed for me,” you explained. “I went through months of severe depression and anxiety, I felt everyone I love start to move away from me. Not to mention getting a whole new group of people to learn about and powers. And it was so,” you shared with them as you felt the tears well up in your eyes, “so hard to go through.”

“We know kid, And we are proud of you,” Steve chimed in as we wrapped his arm around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “You were dealt a bad set of cards, but you pushed through and came out stronger than ever.” Steve and Bucky were proud of how far you have come since moving in. They were there to help you through the rough depression patches and really supported you.

“But what if,” you mumble, “what if it gets bad again. What if everything comes crashing down and I lose this peaceful feeling that I have been looking for. I can’t go through that again,” you rambled out. The men exchanged glances before Steve nodded to Bucky, who lead the conversation.

“You can’t control the future kid. You can do whatever you can to help shape it, but you can’t lock it in place. Trust me, we can definitely attest to that.” Bucky chuckled as he motioned to Steve. “But you can be prepared. You can get a good base to fall back on if you need it.” You nodded towards Bucky, “okay,” you whispered. “Will you guys be there for me?”

Steve kissed the top of your head. “Every step of the way,” he said as you shifted more into his side. You took your free hand and intertwined it with Bucky’s metal hand as you all looked at the night sky.

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bitchystxrk3000 · 9 months

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Bucky: I hate to to tell you this, but one of you was adopted.

Y/N & Steve:

Y/N: Was it Steve?

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chrisevansdaughter · 1 year

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Hey love! You wanted ideas to make into little blurbs, so I was thinking maybe a Steve Rogers x Student!Reader where she just needs reassurance and cuddles after writing her exams and then she gets the results back online and she passed them all with flying colours. I'm sorry if this is too specific, but know that I love you and I'm always here for you if you need me (even if i don't respond right away)

Hey love! It’s okay the more specific the better for me right now I hope you don’t mind about the pairing, I’m not gonna lie the little bit at the end did make me tear up and smile because tonight’s not been a good night :( but anyways on to the little blurb / drabble ❤️

The make or break.

Steve Rogers x sister student! reader

Warnings: soft!steve, self doubt, reassuring reader mention of feeling faint, crying, panic and reader not sleep or looking after herself

I had exams that I’ve been doing for the last month to try and get into my dream job it’s was draining, the endless hours of self doubt, studying, crying and exhausted was all about to be shown in a percentage. That percentage being the one that would change my life.

Steve knew how important these tests were so he was always there to make sure I did eventually get some sleep and take care of myself even if I did put up a fight every time he tired to pry me away from my desk in the same room I’d be sat in for hours on end. Sometimes it did end in tears.

It was the day that the results were ment to be announced in an email that would be sent by 2pm that day, let’s just say I couldn’t sleep the night before or put my phone down until I read that email.

The make or break.

I knew y/n hasn’t been looking after herself, she was burn out all because of these exams and tasks she needed to get done to see if she could get her dream job, the make or break and it definitely did break her a few times. Seeing my sister like that broke my heart she’d be so focused I literally can’t even believe that I had to go in to her office and pick her up off her chair and walk out just so I knew that she slept and took a break and actually looked after herself.

It caused her so many panic attacks and so many tears were shed. It broke her literally.

So when I heard her scream and start crying my heart dropped and my brain was on flight or flight I ran. I ran to her office to see what was going on. Taking the stairs 4 at a time storming into her office.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong, what’s happen? Doll talk to me.” I persisted trying to get an answer of it of the hysterical mess that was in front of me, that being my sister.

“I- I oh my god. I- did it, steve!!! I did it!” She sobbed screaming out in excitement and pure joy, you could see all the panic and tension leave her body.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart! I knew you could do it!” I pick her up into a massive hug spinning her out of excitement.

“Steve - stop I get your excited but I don’t want to faint.” She said breathless

“Ooops my bad doll sorry, but I told you so” I chucked was she threw a pillow at me.

I know it’s short but I hope you like it :)

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Out Of Time ~ The Picture

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Word Count: 925ish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m doing fine, Howard.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

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

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

“Bring my boys home,” Y/N replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 15

Summary: it’s time to talk to Steve

Pairings: Hayden X Reader, Steve X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: mentions of a miscarriage, Doll’s upbringing, language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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The ride with Hayden to Steve’s was mostly silent. Thankfully, Hayden allowed that silence. His hand constantly holds onto yours, while he draws shapes on it with his thumb. He didn’t ask to know the details of yours and Steve’s relationship, just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

You had run every scenario in your head about what you needed to say, or how you were going to react. You were mad at Steve, it was a hurt that lingered deep inside of you. A hurt that was also keeping you from your future niece or nephew. That, you couldn’t have happen. You wanted today to be a day of amends, and the starting point of healing.

“So,” Hayden draws out, and you finally look at him with a pained smile. “You seemed really interested in her pregnancy.”

“It’s beautiful,” shrugging as you look out the windshield. Howard told you, to let your feelings be known. Don’t waste time on men who may not have your idea of life. Everyone gets to carve out their life. “I can’t wait to have kids. With the right person. What about you?”

“Yeah, mom always told me I would be the first of her kids to have babies. Even at family functions if there was a baby, I wanted to hold it. If kids were around, I was always playing with them,” you can’t help but to smile up at him. He was new, but at least this was something you didn’t have to worry about. “I want to give them grandkids. She loved having Steve and Tulip there. You could tell she wanted to touch her belly, but she was scared.”

“I would have grabbed her hands and put them on my belly. She wouldn’t have to worry.”

“Um,” Hayden clears his throat, looking a little nervous. You adjust yourself in the seat, so you can fully look at him. “Should things get intense, I have a guest room. I mean, I know that things between you and him aren’t the best, I could see it. It’s just if you need an out or a break. There’s the couch, too, or my…”

“I’ll sleep in your bed if you’re sleeping on the couch,” you giggle at him. Knowing he’s mostly playing, but there was also that underlying hope that you would want him in that capacity.

“Fair enough. In all seriousness, I hope this goes the way you want it to. Because, I would like to order some pizza and watch a movie just me and you.”

“You’re just hoping I fall asleep in your arms, aren’t you?”

“And the ability to kiss you without interruption. Kissing is nice,” responding with giving him a sweet kiss to his cheek, you smile at him. Everything with Hayden was comfortable. Like you had known him for years. Reminding you just enough of Curtis, but also completely different.

“Does your brother know I’m going to be knocking on his door with roses and taking you out on a date?”

“I don’t think my brother knows a lot of things concerning me,” his hand gives you a tight little squeeze, and you relax with his reassuring touch. “I think he was too inside his own head. I want to understand him. We grew up together, but were raised completely different. He had attention, and I sought it out. He had a pathway of leadership, and I had the submissive housewife. I was taught to give everything that the man wanted. My worth came from who I was with in the club. And I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you’re fine. I want you to trust me with this. Whatever you want to tell me, I want to be there for you.”

“You’re not analyzing me?” you ask him playfully, and he shakes his head no. Stopping at a stop sign, he leans over to give you a chaste kiss.

“This is how things work. You talk to me, I listen. I talk to you, you listen. There’s no ulterior motives,” you nod your head quickly, pulling him back in for a deeper kiss, whispering out a thank you. He was becoming an extended version of your safe space, and you were welcoming it with open arms.

Steve sits across from you at the table. A tea in front of you, while an ice cold beer sat in front of him. You stare at the beads of condensation on the bottle, unsure of how to start, and he offers nothing in return.

“You left me,” your voice meek, and you finally look up at him, but he can’t meet your eyes. “You left me in that hell.”

“You seemed to like it. I didn’t know.”

“Like it? I thought I didn’t have a choice, and then you left me. You never even realized what I was going through.”

“What? You were fucking my best friend behind my back. You were pregnant. And I never even knew. I could have…you were a kid, but I could have been there for you.”

Licking your lips, you look at the ceiling, shaking your head, “Your best friend that was spending more time with me, and you were too self absorbed to realize it. I wasn’t the problem here, Steve. You were. If you spent half the time on me and Bucky as you did your pussy for the week, you would have seen it unfolding. Curtis did. Ari did, Bruce, everyone but you and dad.”

“Don’t bring up Ari.”

“Why? Because I was fucking him, too. And still you didn’t realize?” your hand slams on the table, and you have to take a drink of your tea. Taking deep slow, calming breaths. “You see a pattern? Bucky and then Ari. Yours and dad’s best friends, and neither of you gave a damn about any of us. Both of you were chasing your own pussy not even realizing they were, too. Except they didn’t have to leave the fucking clubhouse. I wanted you and dad to notice me for more than a fucking barmaid and someone to make sure the bar was profiting. I never so much as got a thank you for that extra work. Not even more money. I didn’t want this life.”

“Just Bucky?”

“I wanted a home. I wanted that baby, hoping that JB would leave the club and be with me. And maybe then when he was gone, you’d notice me. He gave me attention and love I was lacking from home. And…and I don’t even know if I loved him or I loved how he made me feel. Like I created this picture perfect life with me and JB, and you and dad would come and visit us. He’s never going to leave is he?”

“Doubtful, you only know half the shit he’s done. Why him?” Steve’s gaze looks up at you, and you can see the fact that it was Bucky, instead of everyone else bothers him.

“He noticed me,” you whisper. “He always saw me. I know you think it was shitty for it to have been your best friend, but maybe we found each other because of your lack of involvement. I didn’t want to get pregnant then, until it happened. God, she was beautiful. And I couldn’t wait to meet her, and then it’s like we named her and she was stripped out of our life. It took me over four years to talk about that, and it was with complete strangers. I pushed JB away. And dealt with that pain alone. And…never mind. It doesn’t matter. You never saw me. Do you realize what I was being raised as? An old lady. One that lays there and takes whatever her man gives her. It didn’t matter if he was fucking some tramp on a run. I had to smile and bear it. I was twelve when I got those hard lessons. I didn’t ask for that life. Those old ladies did. I want loyalty, love, and honor. I don’t want to have to worry about where my husband is. Or that he can drag me into a room and spank me in front of everyone without realizing if I actually did anything.”

“What?”

“It happened when you left. Bruce accused me of stealing, and Ari was taking it out on my ass. That’s the life I was raised in. Like dad was any better, how many times did you see him backhand my mom because she spoke out of term? Don’t act innocent Steve. You were being raised in the same way. But you couldn’t do it, could you? They would have had you treat Tulip the same way. And when you were horny, but she wasn’t cleared for sex, you’d sleep with some biker bunny, and then go get in the bed with her pretending to be a perfect boyfriend. Deny it. It was toxic. We are like our mothers. I never met Sarah, but there’s a reason she ran away from this life.”

Steve swallows bile, knowing exactly the life both of you were being raised in. Never wanting to admit just how volatile that lifestyle was. How it had stripped away your very being and made you think you deserved everything that was dealt to you.

“The only thing I did wrong was fall for a biker, and think I could change things. I played JB and Ari, and that’s on me. I needed attention, and I knew how easily I could get it. I won’t be going back.”

“I don’t want you to,” he takes a deep breath, and his hand reaches over to lay on top of yours. “You deserve that life you’re wanting.”

“Just like you.”

“I don’t deserve this life. I don’t deserve any of it. You’re right. I am self absorbed, and I knew about you and Bucky. I just didn’t want to admit it because it meant that Bucky was going to be that biker for you. It’s encouraged, you know? Loyalty is for your brotherhood. The only thing we can’t do is sleep with someone else’s old lady. She is to be loyal to us and us alone. I’m sorry.”

A fresh flood of tears fall from your eyes, not realizing how much you had craved those two words from Steve. There was no going back. Nothing could change the life you and Steve were brought into. The only change was happening right now. The two of you breaking that cursed cycle.

“I didn’t know because I didn’t want to see. If I saw what was happening to you, I would have to admit how fucked up the MC is. Doll, I can’t erase the years of turmoil for you. I can’t pretend I was a good brother to you, the only thing I can do is be there for you now. And hope that you want to be in ours and Sailor’s life.”

“Sailor?” you smile at him through your tears. “Who is Sailor?”

“Our daughter.”

“Steven! I can’t with you,” walking over to his side of the table, you give him a big hug. “Sailor what?”

“Sailor Juliette.”

“You know I’m babysitting right?”

“You and that boy from upstairs?” Steve cocks up an eyebrow at you, and you give him a hard shove. “Oh, come on. You two were inseparable at Thanksgiving. You arrived with him, and you said you weren’t staying. I’m just guessing, you’re going upstairs.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Maybe, he can have dinner with us. I like him. He’s smart. He’s not trying to hide his affections for you,” you knock him again but this time it was much softer. “I’m serious. He should have dinner with all of us.”

“It’s not serious.”

“Yet.”

“No, I’ve got some air to clean up with JB,” he whispers your name, grabbing a hold of your hand. “I have to Steve.”

“Do you love him?”

“I don’t know. I know that Hayden is new, but…it’s different with him than it was with JB. And I love JB, but I feel I was using him as an out. Like, out of all the bikers, he felt like the best fit for me. He’s not bad to look at either. But I just know I can’t move forward with Hayden if I’m always wondering about JB, ya know?”

“I think you’ve already come to a conclusion though.”

You smile at him, giving him a quick hug, before heading towards his door, “Hey, where are you going? Tulip hasn’t even got back.”

“I’m going upstairs for a bit. I need to…I don’t want to make an excuse,” giggling because there was only one explanation, “I just want to be around Hayden right now. He’s got this cozy feeling, like wearing a good worn in sweater. And, I like it a lot,” Steve clears his throat, and you laugh at him, “I’m not discussing any of that with you. It’s not your business. I’m enjoying getting to know Hayden, and that is all. I’ll see you later? Oh!” you get excited, because you finally trusted yourself with a phone.

“I got a new number. I just…I want to choose the people I give this number to. But here,” you scribble your number down on the whiteboard on the fridge. “Invite us for supper sometime. I’d love for you to get to know him a bit more.”

You nearly skip up to Hayden’s apartment, giving the door a tiny knock, and he opens the door, pulling you in quickly. His lips slotting against your own, before peering down at you, “What are we watching today?”

“How about…hmm…The Sandlot?”

“That’s not a sexy movie.”

“I guess that means no kissing for you,” you giggle, pushing him back to the couch. “But lots and lots of cozy snuggles, okay?”

“I can deal with that,” lifting your chin, he gives you the softest kiss, before letting the two of you fall onto the couch. Settling his weight on top of you, resting his head on your belly, while he gets the movie ready. “I’ll let you play with my hair, too, okay?”

“Such a needy little thing.”

“Doll face, please? I might fall asleep on you this time,” you give him a few head scratchies and his body fully melts onto yours with a sigh. You could get used to this. Complete comfort.

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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Had a thought about Steve’s sister, kidnapped by Hydra but rescued in a secret mission by Nat and Clint while Steve was found under the ice. Jump to CATWS and cut to the Winter Soldier entering—both almost lose it as Bucky’s identity is revealed and the drama lives and breathes.

Idk people, okay. I have to take the train to and from work, and my mind wanders when I stare out the window.

#elle has thoughts #steve rogers x sister!reader #bucky barnes x rogers!reader #bucky barnes x reader #should i write this?#should i only think about it?#question after question

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rxmqnova · 3 months

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Can i please request a Wanda x little sister reader.

Reader uses powers (they didn't know she had) when Steve is being extra hard on Wanda. "Stop making Sissy cry" as she turned the floor under Steve's feet to liquid. After getting the captain stuck up to the knees, reader only calms down once Wanda picks us up and cuddles us close. We refuse to release Steve though, not until Nat gets back (she tries hard not to laugh), and bribes us with the present she brought us back.

(Very brief WandaNat .... maybe)?

Anyway, thanks for reading 👍

No worries if you don't want to write this or can't.

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Y/N: 6 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV A loud gasp escapes Y/N's lips as soon as her house made of lego falls on the ground. The little girl has been playing in her room when suddenly a red magic ball formed in her hand and flew away, hitting her lego house.

"Cool!" She grins, happy that she can be like her big sister Wanda now.

Speaking of Wanda, the older Maximoff is currently in the gym, training with Steve. Y/N knows her sister needs to know about it and the little one really wants to train with Wanda and become an Avenger just like her sister.

Y/N immediately sprints to the gym, knowing her sister is there. As soon as she steps in, she sits down on a bench, loving to watch her sister train and completely forgetting why she came to the gym in the first place.

Though suddenly Steve raises his voice at Wanda on which the little Maximoff furrows her brows, a pot forming on her face. Y/N's very protective over her big sister, so Steve not being nice to her sister is making her really angry.

Once Y/N notices a few tears escaping her big sister's eyes, that's it for her and she immediately makes her way over there, standing in front of Wanda with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

But because Y/N is still really small compared to Steve, he doesn't even notice her which makes Y/N even more angry.

"Stop making sissy cry!" Y/N shouts, stomping her foot which makes the ground under Steve's feet turn into liquid, causing him to fall down into it.

Wanda gasps, protectively wrapping her arms around her little sister and pulling her back a little bit while Y/N just puts her hand over her mouth, trying to hold her giggles.

"What have you done, Wanda?" Steve asks irritated, trying to get back on the floor, the weird form of the liquid not really allowing it.

"Don't be mean to Wanda!" Y/N shouts with a pout, not liking the tone of Steve's voice and stomping her foot once again.

The liquid turns back into its previous form, trapping Steve completely while Wanda's just standing there completely shocked.

"What are you doing?!" Steve raises his voice, still trying to get out, but can't move at all now.

"I said-"

"No, no, no, that's enough, honey" Wanda's quick to lift her little sister up, sitting her on her hip and holding her close before she can stomp her foot once again.

"But I don't like when someone's mean to you, Wanda" Y/N pouts once again, twirling her little finger around a strand of Wanda's hair.

"Honey, that's really sweet of you, but we can't use our powers on friends, even if they're sometimes mean" Wanda explains, tucking a strand of hair behind her little sister's ear. "When did you even get those powers?"

"Just now! I was just about to tell you. Now we can train together!" Y/N grins, kicking her legs happily.

"Hello? I'm still here" Steve reminds.

"Okay, bubs. It's time to free him" Wanda orders.

Y/N looks at Steve who still seems to be really angry and just shakes her head with a giggle.

"What do you mean no, missy?" Wanda raises an eyebrow, making Y/N giggle once again.

"When I'm not being nice you always sit me on a step, so Steve has to stay here, because he wasn't nice to you" The tiny girl reasons, looking at her sister seriously.

"Seriously? Get me out of here!" Steve orders, crossing his arms over his chest and not believing his ears right now.

"No" Y/N shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest as well. "What's going on here?" Natasha asks, appearing in the gym as she just got back from the store and was about to train for a bit.

She gotta try really hard not to laugh when she sees Steve stuck up in the floor, not being able to get out.

"Ask this little monkey, it's her job" Wanda sighs.

"Oh, really? You did this, Y/N/N?" Natasha asks, a chuckle escaping her lips at the sight of mad Steve stuck in the floor.

"How about some help instead of making fun of it, Romanoff?" Steve rolls his eyes.

"Can you let him go, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

"No" Y/N shakes her head no, crossing her arms over her chest again.

"And why is that, missy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow playfully.

"He was very mean to Wanda. She even cried" Y/N explains seriously.

"Well, but that's not nice, is it? I think Steve is very lucky I wasn't here otherwise he'd end up much worse than just stuck in the floor" Natasha says, giving Steve a glare for making her girlfriend cry. "I don't know, Steve. Maybe we should just leave you here" She teases, making Y/N giggle.

"What?! You can't be serious right now" Steve's eyes widen, watching the three girls in disbelief.

"Just get him out already" Wanda jumps in, knowing her overprotective little sister and overprotective girlfriend would let Steve here for god knows how long.

"Alright" Natasha sighs. "I might have bought you a little something in the store, детка. So how about you let Steve out and I'll give you that little something?" Natasha offers, knowing Y/N can't say no to presents. (baby)

"Hmmm…. Okay, but can I sleep with you and Wanda today?" Y/N asks, pulling out her best puppy eyes on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.

"Alright, I think we can make an exception. What do you think, Wands?" Natasha questions, looking at Wanda who smiles and nods.

"We can, but now let Steve out, honey" Wanda stands her little sister on the ground, placing her hands on Y/N's small shoulders.

"But how?" Y/N asks, looking at Wanda with hope she'd help her while Steve's eyes widen, already thinking he'll stay there forever.

"Oh… Close your eyes, honey" Wanda tries to help, kneeling down to her little sister when Y/N does what she was told. "Okay, now you need to really concentrate. You need to think really hard about what you want to do"

Y/N does what her sister said, thinking really hard about getting Steve out of the floor and after a few minutes, the floor around Steve turns into liquid once again, so Natasha's quick to help him out.

"Good job, honey" Wanda smiles, pulling her sister in for a hug and pressing a kiss to her little cheek.

"Natty, what did you get me in the store?" Y/N asks impatiently, making Natasha and Wanda let out a small laugh.

"Alright, you cheeky little girl. Come with me" Natasha chuckles, taking Y/N's tiny hand in hers and leading her out of the gym.

Wanda follows the pair, leaving soaked Steve in the gym. One thing is sure now… everyone should know not to mess with Wanda otherwise Y/N will teach them a lesson.

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Sorry for the long wait, guys! I'm pretty busy with school, but I promise I'm working on all your requests!! <33

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Steve: Why aren't there friend pick-up lines? Pick up lines to make friends, like-

Steve, to Sam: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Yelena, to Y/N: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Natasha: There are two types of people.

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firegal19 · 1 year

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What an eventful night

Bruce: *leaving Thor’s room*

Loki: *leaving Strange’s room*

Y/n: *leaving Bucky’s room*

Loki: Really sister? The Russian assassin?

Y/n: First of all, he’s from Brooklyn. Second of all, Bruce, did you just leave Thor’s room?

Bruce: Yep

Loki: I knew it

Valkyrie: *leaves Carol’s room*

Peter: *comes back from MJ’s house*

Bruce: You too, kid?

Loki: Nice 🙂

Steve: *leaves Nat’s room* 😳

Scott: *leaving Hope’s room*

Sam: *leaves Maria’s room*

Sam: I knew you were fucking Nat!

Y/n: I already knew.

Peter: My OTP is real?!

Steve: Shut up!

Val: I just wanted toast

*Silence*

Steve: No one tells Tony or Pepper

Peter: Deal

Loki: Captain, my sister is fucking Sergeant Barnes

Y/n: Loki!

Steve: I have been shipping you too for so long

Sam: Haha! This is awesome!

Bruce: *enters Thor’s room* Thor, I’m sleeping with you

Y/n: *enters Bucky’s room* Yeah, dekta I’m sleeping with you

Bucky: *laughs because he overheard the entire conversation

Wanda: *opens her door* Shut up! Vision doesn’t know about all this and he is too fragile to comprehend this!

Peter: Yes Miss Maximoff

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i think he knows | chapter one

Summary: A few days have passed since your eyes met, and now, after waiting for him to come, he's finally in front of you again. However, someone isn't happy about his return.

Warnings: None I don't think for this one. If you believe there is any that I should add please let me know.

Word Count: 1716

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A/N: I finished writing this before even looking at any notes or feedback from the prologue, I think I'm going to enjoy writing this one.

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Lunchtime chatter was buzzing around the cafeteria while you sat at your usual table, you had tried to distract your mind from your encounter with Bucky the previous week by pulling out your newest book. You couldn't read it, every time you tried to finish the chapter, you'd glace back to where he was sat. The seat had not been occupied by him since that day. His smirking face, the piercing blue gaze. Your thoughts couldn’t help but wonder back, it was as if he had cast a spell straight out of your fantasy books. It drew you in no matter your efforts to resist it.

Across the room, at his usual table, Steve sat with his friends and Sharon. The protective instincts were always on high alert in busy areas, the school’s cafeteria was no exception. Scanning the crows for any signs of trouble, he’d glance over at you every few minutes to ensure you were okay. Since he witnessed Bucky gaze upon you last week, he’s felt uneasy.

Bucky, as if on cue, entered the cafeteria alone. His group of friends are nowhere to be seen, strange as they are normally bound to the hips. He made his way over to your table, sitting directly opposite you rather than a few tables away. Your eyes adjusted to the shape of him in front of you, once again a smirk appearing over his lips. As far as you had been aware, you’d never been this close to him. The smell of the intertwining scent of cigarettes and the metallic tang from exhaust fumes, a scent that would usually make her nose crinkle and try to avoid, filled the air between you. It was far from your vanilla buttercream shower essentials, but, you couldn’t help but feel enchanted by it.

“Hey, Sunshine,” The nickname was drawn out as he readjusted himself on the stool, leaning closer towards you. “Have you been missing me?”

Your pulse began racing at the sound of his voice, how was this the first time you’d heard it? And, it’s taunting you. You knew you should have asked him to leave, not only did she not want to be rude to him, but there was something about his presence that you couldn’t resist. There wasn’t a second that you felt uncomfortable or in any sort of danger, he had a warmth about him. Either that, or, you had inhaled too much for his scent.

Before you could speak up, Steve appeared at the end of the table, clearing his throat. The tension between you and Bucky had been cut, not realizing until now how hot you were getting under his gaze. “Is there a problem here?” He asked while looking at you, if it wasn’t for the hostility in his tone then you’d of never realized the question was toward Bucky.

Unfazed by Steve and his presence, Bucky chuckled at him. “No problem’s here, Cap.” Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname, another taunt from Bucky, this time a taunt at the legacy Steve had created for himself. Not one that sets butterflies off in your stomach. You switched your gaze between the two, a nervous glance at each of them. Your loyalty to your brother had always been at the forefront of your mind. He was another part of you, he was who you looked up to for almost everything. But, you were growing an attraction to Bucky. It may be playing with fire, but you couldn’t help it. It was warm and inviting.

Neither of them was backing down, the tension only grew, gaining the attention of surrounding classmates. Whispers, speculation, and curious glances added to your discomfort. Now would have been the perfect time to be read. Escape the judgmental gazes and the weight of uncertainty.

Bucky stood from the table only to lean over the table, getting closer to your ear. “You’re smart enough to know, Sunshine, you can’t stay away.” His whispers tickled your ear, once again sending shivers down your spine. Your cheeks began to burn, your palms felt sticky.

“Back off, Barnes,” Steve interjected with a firm voice and a shove to Bucky’s shoulder. You stood from your seat about to get in between the two as others began to crowd more closely. “Stay away from my sister.” His words were not only a warning to Bucky but the whole cafeteria. He stood tall showing he would stand up and fight anyone who ignored the warning. Bucky’s smirk faltered as he steadied himself on his feet, there was something that you couldn’t decipher now taking place over his face. Was it regret? Sorrow? Or was it something entirely different? It only served to deepen the tension in the room.

Thankfully, you thought, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. The tension you didn’t realize you were holding released from your jaw. You began gathering up your book, homework, and stationery, preparing to leave. Your mind began racing with thoughts of the game you had found yourself in. The hardest test she would ever take, one she had not studied a second for. As you rushed out, you glanced back at Steve and Bucky, still locked in a silent standoff having a private conversation with their glares, neither wanting to back down.

Navigating your way through the hallways trying to dodge other rushing students to your next period, your mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Bucky’s words left you feeling both excited and nervous. Could you not stay away? All these years you had never once thought about Bucky in any way, positive or negative, and now, after one glance he had fogged your mind for days.

Turning a corner, you collided with another body not realizing that they were also turning. “Watch it.” A Sokovian accent exclaimed, her voice was thick with annoyance as she steadied herself and fit her coat. Wanda Maximoff: one of your most trusted allies. A transfer student who just never went home. You and Wanda became great friends not long after you volunteered to show her around the school.

“Wanda! Sorry!” You replied while also steading yourself, looking around to make sure you didn’t drop anything. You gave a quick look over your shoulder, half expecting Bucky to be lurking, a smirk plastered across his face. Nothing. Wanda looked past you towards when you had previously checked.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Rogers.” You scrambled your thoughts for a reply, not so much a ghost, how do you tell your best friend what just happened and sound normal? Of course, you trusted Wanda with more than you did Steve for the most part, you just hadn’t got your head around it yet.

“Sorry, it’s nothing to worry about,” You sighed, finally looking into your best friend's eyes, a concerned look on her face. “Just, a lot on my mind,” Raising your textbooks slightly to suggest that a lot on your mind was school work. Wanda stared at you with a questioning look, not buying it for a second.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Wanda gave it a small squeeze letting you know that she was there for you. You had both formed a sort of unspoken secret language between only you two. The only other person who has a slight understanding of it is Peter Parker.

Peter was your next-door neighbor, he moved in when you both were little kids to live with Aunt and Uncle. You played together in each other’s garden, he was rare, he could play sports on the same level as Steve but also had your level of smarts. As you all grew up, Steve met new friends and went around town with them. So, it was just you and Peter left doing science experiments in the backyard.

It was great as kids, especially since your bedroom windows were opposite of each other. You both would stay up later than you should of, using a tin can phone you crafted together, helping each other study. Now, you both stay up late using your actual phones to help each other.

The rest of the day was a blur for you, consumed by the thoughts of him. You struggled to focus on your classes, you looked through textbooks and presentations, but, all you could see was that look on his face as he called you ‘Sunshine’. By the end of the school day, you were once again sat in the back seat of Steve’s car driving home. You knew you had to talk to someone about everything that was happening, someone with potentially some experience. Sharon. Your brother's long-term girlfriend, they had been in a relationship for as long as you could remember. Surely, she has experience.

“Hey Sharon,” Your voice uncertain as you watched Steve walking into the gas station to pay. “Can we talk?” Sharon glances back at you through the mirror on the passenger sun visor. “It’s about Bucky…”

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes fixed on you. “Bucky Barnes? What about him?” Her speech rushed as she tried to act like she knew nothing about Steve’s hatred towards him.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts before speaking to the closest person to Steve about this. “I don’t know. There’s something about him that, I don’t know, makes me want to know.” You stopped for a moment to check on Steve’s location, still in a long line, waiting. You have time. “I can’t explain it, but, Steve has told me to stay away and that he doesn’t trust him.”

Sharon’s expression changed to a more sympathetic and understanding look, she closed the visor and twisted in the passenger seat to face you. “Follow your heart, sweetie. Only you can decide what’s right for you. Steve worries because he is a boy, he knows in his mind what boys can think and act like and he’s scared the worst with happen, but, he doesn’t own you or your actions. This is your story.”

At that moment, you had never been happier that Steve chose to be the nice guy for Sharon. You nodded back at her, you were still uncertain about a lot of things but as Sharon said, it’s your decision. Not Steve’s, yours.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 7 months

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For the sisters serie, how would it be for reader to adapt to normal things and living without the red room and dreykovs control, and how would Nat, yelena, carol, etc react and help? I hope you like this idea for a fic

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Through Your Eyes

Family is More Than Blood

Warning: mention of past sexual assault, big talk about consent, our lovely reader learning how to be a person, guilt, anxiety, mention of past Red Room trauma

Note: These aren't in timeline order per say, just moments in the reader's life that have shaped her.

Relationship: Carol x Reader, Avenger x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.4k

It shouldn’t be this hard, right? It was such a simple choice. Ice cream or fruit. Ice cream or fruit. Ugh, you were going to work yourself into a panic attack over a stupid choice. “Kid, you are letting all the cold air out,” you jumped at Tony’s voice and slammed the fridge and freezer closed.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” he raised a questioning eyebrow at you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. It was well past 5 o’clock, you had no idea how he drank that and managed to sleep. Well maybe he wasn’t sleeping, that was his secret.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” you sighed. Tony leaned back on the counter and sipped his coffee.

“Try me,” you began to pick at the skin around your thumb.

“I wanted something to eat,” you explained. “But I couldn’t decide if I wanted ice cream or strawberries. The decision almost caused me to have a panic attack.” It sounded a lot stupider when you said it out loud. He was quiet and you expected him to have left.

“You know you can have both, right?” You spun around to face him.

“Both?” You questioned in disbelief. He nodded and set his coffee down.

“Sit and watch this,” you sat down and he grabbed the per-cut fruit from the fridge and the ice cream from the freezer. He scoped a few spoonfuls of ice cream in a bowl and sprinkled a few cut-up strawberries on top. “Here,” he handed you the bowl with a spoon but you refused to take it. “What?”

“I didn’t have to have both,” you said. “What if someone wanted those strawberries or that ice cream? I didn’t need both.”

“Kid,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and placed the bowl in front of you. “If we run out FRIDAY will just order more. You can have anything you want as much as you want.”

“Oh,” you whispered. There was a limit to certain things in the Red Room; food that was given, free time without the cuffs, and a break from the ballet bar. Everything good was limited. “Uh, thanks, Tony. Sorry, that was so dumb.” And a little embarrassing.

“Don’t apologize,” he smiled. “If there is something specific you want let FRIDAY know or ask me, okay?” You nodded as he cleaned up the mess he made. “Enjoy!” He left you to devour your sweet treat.

You heard giggling as you entered the kitchen after your workout with Steve. A smoothie, a cold glass of water, and a nap was calling your name. Sitting on the island were Wanda and Yelena, hunched over a laptop and that was the source of the laughter. “What’s going on you two?” You asked, grabbing a glass of water.

“Yelena is a croissant,” Wanda said smiling. You stared at the Slovakian and your sister, mouth slightly open as you tried to process what she told you.

“I’m going to pretend I understand what that meant,” Yelena giggled and turned around the computer.

“It’s an internet quiz,” your sister said. “It will ask you a few questions and you answer at the end it will give you the type of bread you are, or dog, or cartoon character.” She explained. You tilted your head.

“Why do you want to know what type of flower you are?” You questioned, scrolling on the page to see the other quizzes. “What’s the point?” You saw Yelena roll her eyes and take the computer from you.

“There isn’t a point,” Wanda said. “It’s just a fun way to pass the time.” Fun? You weren’t allowed to have fun. There was always a mission or job that needed to be done. Fun was something you weren’t allowed to have in the Red Room.

“Can I take one?” You asked Yelena smiled, nodding her head excitedly. That was where Natasha found you, sitting between Wanda and Yelena with the computer on your lap. “I am not a red panda,” you whined. The two girls laughed at you.

“According to the internet you are,” Yelena smiled, pinching your cheek. “My big krasnaya panda (red panda).” You slapped her hand away.

“I hate you,” you deadpanned.

“There you are,” Natasha said, rounding the corner to stand in front of you. “I thought we were meeting at 3.” You frowned. You were done with your workout by noon so you could shower, eat, and maybe take a nap. Natasha wanted to meet with you because there were some Widows in Central America and the Avengers wanted to see if they could do some surveillance. You looked at the clock in the corner of the laptop. It was 3:15. Shit. You looked back at your sister, her arms were crossed and she wore a smirk on her face.

“I got distracted,” you cringed.

“They got you addicted to those dumb quizzes.”

“Hey,” Yelena said. “They aren’t dumb.” She defended. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Are we meeting or..”

“Yup,” you put the laptop on Yelena’s lap and stood up. “That was fin. See ya guys.” You followed Natasha to the conference room. “Sorry I was late,” you said to her as you sat down in the chair. “Time got away from me.” You were never late, when you needed to be somewhere you were early. If you were late there would be horrible consequences. Natasha waved you off.

“I’m just messing with you,” she smiled, handing you a folder. “Messing around and not working all the time is good for you. We all need to do it every once in a while. It reminds us why we keep fighting.”

Walking by Yelena’s room, you heard a groan from the slight crack. Frowning, you gently knocked on her door. “Go away,” she groaned again. You chuckled.

“It’s me,” you opened her door. Yelena was cocooned in the blankets on her bed. “Are you okay?” She burrowed her face in her pillow, muffling the sound she let out. “Come on, sestra,” you sat down on her bed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She flopped on her back, pouting.

“I don’t feel good,” you placed your hand on her forehead. She wasn’t warm. “No, it’s not that type of sickness,” she huffed out a sigh. “It’s that time of the month.” Her cheeks blushed slightly. Ah, that explained her mood the past few days. You smiled.

“What do you need?”

“Can you get my heating pad?” She asked. “I think it’s in Nat’s room.” You nodded, kissing her forehead. It was a quick trip to Natasha’s room to grab the heating pad and into the kitchen for water, a Gatorade, and some chocolate. You weren’t subjected to periods but you knew people who were and what they liked. Yelena sighed when you reentered with your arms filled with goodies. You bent down to plug in the heating pad. “Ugh, I hate having a uterus,” the off-handed comment made you freeze, subconsciously moving your hand to wear you bared the mark of the Red Room’s choice. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Her panic snapped you out of the fog, turned on the heating pad, and placed it on Yelena’s stomach. You sat down and cuddled up against her.

“It’s okay,” you said and handed her the chocolate bar. She unwrapped it, picking at the bar slowly. You could tell she was still upset with herself. “Yelena, I’m serious. It’s okay. You didn’t mean any harm,” she sighed. Your sister sat up and placed her hand where she saw where you rested yours. Natasha saved Yelena before the graduation ceremony. One day she could have the choice of having children.

“Do you and Carol want kids one day?” You laughed.

“Funny enough we haven’t talked about that fair into the future,” you smiled, resting your hand on top of hers. The Red Room forced all Black Widows to be sterilized upon graduation. A child of your own was the one thing worth more than the mission. It made everything easier, with undying loyalty to the cause. “Not sure if I want kids,” you told her. “I never thought I’d be given the opportunely to have them.” Yelena nodded, moving to rest her head on your stomach.

“I think you’d be a great mom,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Do you think so?” You asked. She hummed in agreement. “Thank you,” you whispered. “Get some sleep.”

‘What the hell was the noise?” You thought as you walked out to the balcony. It sounded like a cat being murdered. The source of the sound was coming from Steve, a guitar resting on his lap. You grimaced at the note that was very out of tone. "Whatcha doing?” You asked, holding the book you were going to read behind your back. The super soldier looked at you, pausing the song he was playing.

“Trying to learn how to play the guitar,” you smiled, sitting down in the empty chair next to him.

“And how’s that going?” He sighed and set the guitar on the side table between you and him.

“Well Sam was out here with me at one point so does that answer your question.” You chuckled.

“It takes some practice,” you said, leaning back in the chair and opening the book. Steve mirrored you but with a sketchbook. “You’ll get it,” you added and you both fell into a comfortable silence. But as you read your book, you kept glancing at the guitar. It had been so long since you’d felt the strings of a guitar underneath your fingers. You enjoyed every callous you earned. Sighing, you put the book down and carefully picked up the guitar. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you tuned it and began to strum. It was a weird feeling it’s been years since you felt this level of peace. Your smile grew. The world seemed much smaller when a guitar was in your hands.

“I didn’t know you could play,” you jumped, stopping mid-song. “Sorry,” Steve chuckled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Not, it’s fine,” you ran your hand over the body of the guitar. “I was in my own little world,” you sighed. “I haven’t played since Ohio and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” You admitted, resting your chin on the guitar.

“I could tell. I haven’t seen you smile that big before,” you felt your body warm up. Steve closed his sketchbook and stood up. “You should keep it. You’re the best person to play it.” It took a moment for your brain to register what Steve said.

“Wait,” you stood up. Steve was already at the door. “Hold on. I can’t just keep this.” It was ridiculous, a little absurd.

“Why not?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Because,” you licked your lips. “Because I’ve done nothing to deserve this.” He sadly smiled at you. Did you say something wrong?

“You know you can be given a gift without having to earn it,” that couldn’t be correct. You had to earn everything. Extra portions at dinner time. A mission success meant you could get a break. “Besides, that thing has been bouncing between everyone looking for a home,” he continued. “I think you can give it one.” You stared at the guitar in your hands.

“Thank you, Steve,” he shrugged.

“You should play for all of us,” he said. “At dinner or something.” You smiled.

“I may need some practice before I start performing shows.” He chuckled.

“Well enjoy,” he left you alone. You sat back down, guitar resting on your lap. It was bittersweet holding this instrument again. You wondered what happened to the one you had back in Ohio or any of your things? Was it confiscated by SHIELD? Or local authorities? Was it donated and now someone else was learning how to play on the very same instrument you used? Sighing, you began to play again.

“So bye, bye Miss. American Pie-”

There was something off about the day. You were just off all day, having no motivation or energy to do anything. So you called it an early night and curled up underneath the covers. A gentle knock followed by the door opening caused you to sit up. It was Carol. “Hi,” she smiled. “Mind if I join you?” You shook your head and lay back down. You heard her walk over to your closet to grab some clothes she left in your room. The bed shifted as Carol climbed in. She was quick to bring you into her arms. Sighing, you felt her lips graze against your skin. Her hands traveled underneath her shirt. Any other night you would welcome her advances and where this was going to lead but you were so tired.

So when Carol turned you over on your back and covered her body with hers, you didn’t fight her. She was your girlfriend and if she was in the mood you should just let her. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carol asked, sitting back on her heels.

“Why-why did you stop?” You asked.

“Because I asked you a question and you didn’t answer.” Oh. You must have dissociated. “Do you not want to have sex?” No. That was the word fighting to come out of your mouth but if you said no would she still want to be with you? Would she hit you like the orders and force you anyway?

“It’s fine,” you said, placing your hands on her thighs. “You are in the mood,” you sat up and put your arms around her neck. “So you can use me.” Your girlfriend stared at you as if she was trying to figure out what you said.

“Use you?” She questioned. You nodded. “I’m not going to use you like you’re some object.” You frowned and sat back. Why wasn’t she going to have sex with you? “Baby, if you don’t want to have sex at any time you can say no.” Your eyebrows scrunched together. No? You weren’t allowed to say no.

“But-but if you want to and as your girlfriend I should let you.” Carol sighed and crossed her legs on your bed. Was she upset with you?

“You have ownership of your own body. It doesn’t matter if I want to have sex, you owe me nothing. I should have asked for consent first.”

“Consent?” You said the world slowly as it felt foreign on your tongue.

“Yeah consent,” she said. “So you know how I would ask to hug you when we weren’t officially together,” you nodded. You always wondered why she did that. “I was asking for your consent to touch you. I didn’t want to assume it was okay.”

“But it is. You can touch me.” She smiled.

“Maybe on some days you don’t want me to and you can tell me no and I’ll respect that.”

“Oh,” you whispered. “You must think I’m so stupid.” You looked down at your hands. Gently, she used her pointer finger to lift your head to look at you.

“Never. The Red Room took your and your sister’s autonomy. I will help you get that back. So,” she smiled. “What do you want to do?” You sighed, biting your tongue from telling her you wanted to have sex.

“Can we cuddle? I’m exhausted.” She nodded and climbed off the bed to help you pull back the covers. Once you were under them, she lay down next to you and put her arm around you. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you heard the smile in her voice. “Now sleep.” And you did, safely in her arms.

“Melina-” Natasha heard the strain in your voice as she walked by your room. You were pacing; 5 steps, turn around, and another 5 steps. “I know but if you-” you were cut off again. Natasha couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation but she could tell you weren’t agreeing with whatever was being said. “Yes, mama. I will. Talk to you soon. Bye.” You hung up and stared at your phone.

“You know,” Natasha made her presence known before you threw your phone against the wall. “I don’t think your phone deserves that.” You chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I think Stark could cough over a few bucks to get me another one,” she hummed in agreement and entered your room.

“What’s going on with you and Melina?”

“It’s nothing,” she gave you a pointed look. You sighed. “Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t listen or even try to understand my point of view on something,” you tapped your phone against your thigh. “I was cycled through the Red Room four times before you were born,” you mimicked the older Black Widow accent so well it made Natasha smile. “And I get that it must have been so hard and painful but-”

“It’s not an excuse to invalidate what you went through,” Natasha said, finding the words for you. You looked at her, nodding your head.

“Exactly,” you looked forward again. “When she finished her work with him she got out. Things just got worse,” Natasha knew this conversation was about Melina but there was a part of her that wondered if that was directed at her too.

“It’s common for daughters to fight and not see eye to eye,” Natasha witnessed Laura and Lila go toe to toe.

“Yeah but most mother-daughter relationships weren’t created by a deep undercover Red Room mission to steal information from SHIELD aka HYDRA,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I’m so glad I don’t live with them anymore,” the redhead laughed. “I’m serious. I think I’d kill Alexei by now,” Natasha smiled and took your hand in hers.

“Do you hate them?” She found herself asking. “Like do you wish they were stronger to say no to him.” You were quiet. Natasha could see your eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

“I think that resentment will always be there,” you said. “I was so angry at them when we first arrived at the Red Room.”

“Really? I had no idea,” you acted like their betrayal was something you expected. You chuckled.

“That’s because I hid it from you,” of course you did. Natasha wasn’t surprised by that. “But I thought about getting my revenge on them all the time. I thought I wanted to kill them.” You admitted.

“What changed your mind?” You sighed.

“Because they weren’t the problem. They were just part of the system that was created far before their time.”

“I’m not sick,” you mumbled, fighting a sneeze that was tickling your nose. Yelena and Natasha stared at each other before rolling their eyes. “I’m serious!” You pouted, sniffling slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Natasha questioned. “How come Carol told us you didn’t sleep last night because you were up coughing?”

“Traitor,” you huffed and failed to keep a straight face as one sneeze after another escaped. You groaned, a pressure building behind your eyes.

“It’s probably just a cold,” Yelena said, jumping on the table next to you. “Helen will just give you medicine and you’ll feel better in no time,” that was the problem. You hated taking anything that you were told would ‘help’. “Maybe she’ll give you a lollipop.”

“Yelena-” Before Natasha could finish her thought the door opened but instead of Helen, a man walked in. “Bruce,” your sister said. “I wasn’t aware you were back.” He gave her a small smile.

“I got back late last night. Helen got pulled away in a meeting with Steve and Tony so she asked me to help out,” he turned his attention to you. “You must be Y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Bruce,” he approached you with his hand extended to you but you refused to take it, frozen in your spot. Could they hear your heart beating? “Would you be more comfortable with Dr. Cho?” He asked. His question snapped you out of the trance you were in.

“No,” you said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’ll let you know everything I’m about to do before I do it, okay?” He could sense your hesitation. A small nod was all the consent you could give and the exam began. He listened to your lungs, asking you to breathe in and out, and took your temperature. You tried to get your body to relax but it wouldn’t. It was tense with tension every time Bruce touched you. His touch was gentle, a little hesitant but you were waiting for the shoe to drop. Soon his hands would leave bruises, would grab you, and force you down. “Looks like you have a small upper respiratory infection,” he said. “Which is odd since you were given the serum, right?” You didn’t respond “Are you under more stress or training harder?”

“I don’t think our sister knows how to relax,” Yelena mumbled and glared at her. Bruce smiled.

“Well I recommend some rest and I’ll prescribe you an antibiotic,” he wrote all this down on his tablet. “I don’t want to interfere too much but the medicine should remind the serum to do its job. Take it easy for the next few days.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Natasha said for you. You forced a smile as the doctor left. “Want to talk about what just happened?” You sighed but a violent coughing attack ripped through you. Natasha grimaced and walked over to you, rubbing your back to soothe the cough.

“I think I’m sick,” you mumbled. Yelena laughed.

“Yeah no shit but listen to what Bruce said and you’ll be better in no time,” So, that was the problem. You refused to take the antibiotics and decided to try to sweat the infection. That was where Bruce found you, holding onto a punching bag as a violent cough left you breathless.

“Your sisters told me I could find you here,” you tensed up at the sound of his voice. Another cough caused you to sway on your feet and Bruce reached out to steady you, this time you didn’t hide your flinch. Immediately, he pulled back his hands. You slumped against the wall, rubbing your chest to ease the pain. It helped. “Do you want me to get Helen or someone you’re comfortable with?” You shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you took a sip from your water bottle. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He stared at you.

“That was the most cliche line you could have said,” he deadpanned but it made you smile. You lowered yourself onto the ground and tried to collect your thoughts. But Bruce was patient and didn’t rush you to speak. Instead, he sat down in front of you with enough space to not make you feel trapped.

“In the Red Room, we were given pills and we were to take them without question mostly by male doctors,” you explained. There was still fear whenever Helen or Melina gave you medication but it helped they were females. “Sometimes it did help, the pain or sickness went away but other times,” you dug your nails into your hand. “Other times we would black out and wake up to a man on top of us.” You swore you saw a flash of green appear on his neck but the doctor covered it up with a cough. “So it’s me, not you.” It was his turn to be quiet and analyze the information you told him.

“Natasha almost broke my arm when I tried to patch her up after a mission,” you chuckled, that sounded about right. “She wouldn’t let Yelena see me alone. I can’t begin to understand what you and your sisters went through,” he sadly said. “But I’m not going to force you to be around me. It’s a trust I’m willing to earn, on your terms, and however long it takes.”

“Thank-thank you, Dr. Banner,” he smiled and stood up.

“I’ll have Helen set up another examination,” he said. “She may prescribe you a different and stronger antibiotic,” you bite back a groan, it was your fault anyway. “Get some rest or I’ll have FRIDAY ban you from the training room. Doctor’s orders.” He joked.

“Aye, aye captain,” you gave him a mock solute. He chuckled and left you alone. With a sigh, you rested your head on the wall. The serum helped you avoid sickness and long-lasting injuries but it was a water-down version unlike what they gave to Steve and the Winter Solider. So some of the bruises and injuries from their hands would last a little longer. It was another way for all the Widows to be under their control. But you were free and safe from them and Helen and Bruce were trying to help. They wouldn’t hurt you. You kept repeating it over and over again until you believed it.

It was a foreign feeling as you sat on a blanket near the pound of the Avenger’s compound. Feet bear and resting on the grass. Your fingers strummed on the guitar and hummed along to the song you were playing. Peace. That was the state of mind you were feeling. It was overwhelming. It was strange. But nice. You heard footsteps approaching, but the sound didn’t stop you from playing. You felt the warm hands of your girlfriend resting on your shoulders. She squeezed them. “How are you, baby?” You smiled, looking over your shoulder.

“Good, I’m happy which is odd.” She chuckled.

“Odd? Why is it odd?” You shrugged.

“Never thought I would be happy,” she kissed the top of your head.

“You deserve all of this and more,” she promised. “Now come on, teach me how to play.” You laughed and handed her the guitar. You stood up on your knees and maneuvered her hands on the guitar. As you were explaining the different notes and chords, she was staring at you instead of the guitar.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled.

“Just the most beautiful person in the entire world,” you rolled your eyes and fought the smile that spread across your face.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Captain. Now focus.”

“Yes ma’am,” she teased and began to listen to what you were teaching her. You smiled as she played the cords with some hesitation. This was your life, your beautiful life.

Also, while writing these stories. I don't think I've written Carol asking the reader to be her girlfriend. May write a quick drabble about that.

#family is more than blood au #black widow sisters #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #black widow one shot #black widow imagine #black widow fanfiction

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Call Me

18+ minors dni

College Buck x you (brothers best friend/ Steve’s sister)

Untouched AU: Back with these two babies who are learning so much together Warnings: SMUT (phone sex, m & f masturbation) FLUFFF Word count: 1.9k

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Tongue Twister

Date Night

Tipsy

“Do you have to go?” You pouted, sitting on Bucky’s bed as he packed his bag for a guy’s weekend away at the cottage.

“You’re the one who told me to go y/n” Bucky snorted, recalling you telling him he deserved his guy time and that you’d be fine spending the long weekend at home having some alone time.

“Ugh, I know. I’ll miss you though” You stole a hoodie he packed away, cuddling it to your chest while Bucky packed a few more things, cocking his head seeing his sweater in your arms.

“I was wondering where that went”

“Mine” You hugged it tighter, while he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. Just when he thought he couldn’t be more in love with you.

“Mhm, and you’re mine princess”

A few days later

You huffed, spending the better part of your night wrapped up in Bucky’s hoodie. You had the house to yourself and at first it was great. You’d slept in, done some shopping, gone on walks, gone to the bookstore, grabbed some coffee, watched some movies.

But.

You missed your boyfriend. He’d sent a hundred adorable selfies, pictures with the guys and he called you every night but it wasn’t the same as having him in your arms. Giving you cuddles. Kissing your lips. Sneaking his hands everywhere. Pressing his bare skin against yours. Whispering. Moaning. Fuck.

Your phone ringing broke you away from your thoughts, smiling when you saw your Bucky’s name flash across the screen.

“Hey my babygirl” You felt your skin heat up at the name, no matter how many times he called you that, it still made you feel butterflies. “What you up to?”

“Missing you bub” You sighed, curling up on your bed, your thighs squeezing together hearing his voice.

“I miss you too doll, so much” So much, he’d taking a number of extra “showers”, with his cock in his hand, craving your warmth. He craved every bit of you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you’d cling to him like a koala bear. “Been thinking about you a lot my princess”

His princess. You squealed on the inside, your stomach clenching, slick starting to dampen your panties.

“What are you guys up to tonight?”

“They set up a bon fire by the lake. Came back to grab some stuff, thought I’d call you while I got some time alone…” You could hear the smirk in his voice, his mind wandering.

“Why would you need alone time Buck” You giggled teasingly, but your heart started to race in anticipation.

“Just missed you so much baby…I miss all of you…” His voice deepened, as he made his way to his room, flopping onto the mattress, sitting up against the bed.

“Exactly how much do you miss me baby?” Your sweet voice wasn’t helping a damn thing, and not a single coherent thought was formulating in his brain, all his blood rushing south.

“Been touching myself everyday sweetheart, thinking about sucking that pretty little clit, stuffing my cock in you” Bucky groaned, slipping his hand down his sweats to palm at his hardening length. He gave his cock a squeeze before pulling his hand out, he’d never felt frustrated like this before.

“Bucky…” You whined out, squeezing your thighs together wasn’t working anymore. You squirmed against the sheets, the hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. You tossed it off before falling back against the pillows, biting your lip, your panties were soaked.

“Babygirl, I want to stroke my cock so bad” He almost sounded in pain, his voice coming out a whimper. He’d never done this before, his muscles tensed, his length straining against his sweats. “I need it y/n”

You whined at his words, slick further drenching your thighs. Your hand gripped onto the sheet,

“Do it baby” Your heart raced further, imaging Bucky stroking his cock, his head thrown back as he worked his length. Your clit was practically screaming, begging for attention when you heard him moan.

“It’s so fucking hard right now princess, sh-shit” His breaths came out in rasps as he tugged at his cock, his fist working in long fast strokes, twisting his wrist when his hand wrapped over the sensitive head. You moaned listening to the way he already sounded so gone; just knowing you could hear him made his balls tighten. He let go of his cock, letting it rest against his stomach, his arousal making a mess all over his abs. He needed more. He needed to hear your sweet moans, he wanted you to feel good with him.

“Baby?” Bucky whispered, his cheeks blushing. He didn’t want you doing something you were not comfortable with.

“What is it bub” You could sense the hesitation in his voice, itching to ask you something.

“Will-will you touch yourself for me?”

“O-okay” You whimpered, moaning as soon as your fingertips dipped into your arousal, gathering your slick. You rubbed slow circles onto your clit, biting your lip, trying to keep your voice down. Your body felt like live wire, you knew he couldn’t see you but you still felt vulnerable, knowing he could hear you touch yourself.

“Does it feel good baby?” Bucky rasped, stroking his cock again, using his precum as lube. He let his hand trail down to roll his balls in his hand, cupping and squeezing them, arousal dribbling out his cock each time. “Can’t stop thinking about your mouth, miss having your lips and tongue all over me, cocks too sensitive right now baby”

You moaned in response, but he could tell you were holding back, he’d heard your real moans before, and this wasn’t it. You panted, rubbing yourself faster, your high building up quicker than you expected.

“Don’t hold back babygirl, use those pretty fingers on your clit, rub that sweet clit for me baby, just like if I was there”

Your hips nearly lifted off the bed, you could hear the wet slick sounds of him stroking his cock, you could imagine how gorgeous he looked with his cock pulled out of his sweats, pleasuring himself. What you wouldn’t give to take the sensitive head of his cock in your mouth and lick up his arousal, just to hear his soft little whimpers.

And to feel him fill you. You pressed onto your clit harder, fuck you felt empty, you wanted his thick cock inside you so badly.

“I want your cock Bucky” Your hesitation started melting away as you started to chase the warmth that was already starting to build in your belly.

“Tell me more y/n, tell me, how do you want me”

“Want it in my mouth James, want to taste you”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back, moaning loudly, thinking about how you’d look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, while your tongue worked around his cock, swallowing every drop of his precum like such a good girl.

“I-I want you to fuck me, want your cock in me James, fill me-OH FUCK YES” You plunged two fingers into yourself, spreading your thighs apart, your slick drenching the sheets. “Need more, fuck, I want more” You were nearly thrashing on the bed, trying to fuck yourself as fast as you could while Bucky moaned his hand focused on the tip of his cock.

“That’s it princess, think about me fucking you, your fingers are not the same huh? You miss my cock in that tight pussy don’t you baby?”

“Need your cock James! Want it baby, want you to stretch me!” Bucky could hear the squelch of your juices splashing against your fingers, his cock rock hard in his hand, squeezing tightly at the base to keep from cumming.

“C’mon doll, you can do it, fuck yourself faster for me baby, m’squeezing my cock so hard baby, there’s too much fucking cum”

“I-I-fuckfuck-JamesJamesJAMES” A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin as you sped up your fingers, your vision going white. You could feel your clit throb and pulse as your orgasm crashed over you, your body pulled taught, letting out a silent scream.

“I know you’re home alone baby, you can be as loud as you want, let me hear you doll”

“I’M CUMMING, FUCK JAMES”

“Oh God, scream for me baby, m’gonna cum princess, gonna make such a mess all over myself y/n- AH FUCKKKK” Bucky’s body jolted as cum shot out of the pink tip of his cock, his hand stroking every drop of cum out. It felt endless, spurts of cum bursting from his cock repeatedly, as if he hadn’t felt a proper release for ages.

Your eyes rolled back, hearing his cries, thinking about how delicious your boyfriend would look covered in his cum, thick ropes of his arousal covering his abs and chest.

“Do you wish I was there to clean you up baby” You slurred out as you continued to lazily play with your throbbing clit,

“Fuck yes, please princess, run your tongue all over me baby, you’re such a good girl” Bucky moaned, trailing his hands down to palm his balls, rubbing and caressing them before bringing his hand back to trace over his shaft.

“M’your good girl” You giggled, letting out a yawn, sleep starting to wash over you. You pulled the sheets to over your body, closing your eyes, keeping your phone on the pillow. Bucky chuckled, knowing how tired you always felt after, knowing damn well you were probably curled up in a ball in your bed already half asleep.

“Go to sleep princess, I’ll call you in the morning”

“Goodnight bubba” I love you Bucky you mumbled, keeping the second part to yourself as sweet dreams quickly started to take over. Dreams of him. His eyes. His nose. His smile. The way he’d rock you when you were upset. The way he’d reassure you when you felt scared. The way he’d listen to you ramble. The way he’d hold you when you had cramps. The way he’d carry you. Fuck you loved him.

“Can’t wait to see you soon babygirl” I love you y/n he thought to himself, giving you a kiss through the phone before putting it down. He loved you. And while he wanted to scream it from the rooftops, he didn’t want to blurt it out too soon.

At the bon fire

“That fucker is on the phone with y/n, isn’t he” Sam snorted, waiting for Bucky to come back with marshmallow and a few beers.

“Yup” Steve shook his head, cocking an eyebrow seeing the light turned on in Bucky’s room. “There are no damn beers or marshmallows in there”

Bucky sheepishly made his way back to the lake, avoiding the way Sam and Steve were staring at him with playful narrow eyes.

“What took so long” Tony sasses, wiggling his eyebrows, enjoying Bucky’s flustered face.

“Couldn’t find the stuff” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the group.

“Could be cause you looked in your room” Sam cackled, while Bucky covered his face. “Did you call y/n to ask for help?”

Bucky sat up wide eyes, stuffing a marshmallow into his mouth, refusing to answer. Steve stared at his best friend, noting how dishevelled he looked, as if he’d ran a marathon. Unbelievable. Even on a guy’s weekend. If he could have Bucky temporarily neutered….

“Worse. Than. Rabbits”

More with these two:

Tongue Twister

Date Night

Tipsy

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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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It’s Always Been You ~ 170

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IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 5,300ish

Summary: They try to deal with the aftermath of Peter’s identity getting out. Y/N takes matters into her own hands.

Notes: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR’S NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER. You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Previous on It’s Always Been You…

“There you have it, folks!” The man exclaimed. “Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterious, an inter-dimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will, no doubt, go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time.” Both Tony and Steve scoffed. “But that’s not all, folks. Here’s the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down.”

The screen changed back to Quentin Beck holding the camera on the Tower Bridge.

“Spider-Man’s real—Spider-Man’s real name is— Spider-Man’s name is Peter Parker!” Peter’s school picture appeared on the tv.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Tony exclaimed. “I’m getting the lawyers on the phone!”

“I’m going to get Aunt May and Peter!” Y/N said. “Steve, grab Morgan and get the defenses online. The press will be here before we know it.” Y/N portaled into the Parker’s apartment. “May! May! We need to go! Ma— Happy?” Y/N froze at the sight of Happy crying on May’s couch. “What is happening here?”

“May just broke up with me,” Happy said, trying to appear more put together.

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for this. Where’s May?”

“Y/N?” May called, coming into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Peter’s identity’s been revealed. We need to go.”

“What? How?”

“I’ll explain later. Do you know where Peter is?”

“He was going to get MJ and swing her around the city.”

“Great. I’ll get you to the house and then I’ll go after him.”

Clamoring was heard coming from Peter’s bedroom. Y/N rushed over and threw the door open. May, Y/N, and Happy suddenly saw Peter standing in his boxers with MJ right in front of him.

“Now is really not the time to be having sex, Pete!” Y/N reprimanded.

“Mom! I wasn’t—we weren’t— I know!” Peter stumbled over his words. “It isn’t what is looks like!”

“We’ll be talking about this later.” Y/N opened a portal to her and Tony’s house. “Happy, make sure all the windows and doors are locked and that the curtains are drawn. Everyone else, through the portal!”

“But—“

“This is not up for discussion, Peter!”

“Did he just call you mom?” May asked.

“Really not the time for this, May. Now everyone through the portal!”

Happy left to do as he was told as Peter helped MJ and May through the portal. Y/N’s head snapped towards the bedroom window, seeing a helicopter trying to get a look inside the apartment. She flicked her wrist and closed the curtains with her powers.

“I went through the apartment and did what you asked, Y/N,” Happy said, coming back into the room.

“Great,” she responded. “Now let’s get out of here before they break down the door.”

Y/N followed Happy through the portal before closing it behind her.

“Is everyone alright?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Y/N responded. “Where’s Tony?”

“Still working in his office, trying to clean up this mess.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter sighed, looking guilty and weighed down.

“It’s not your fault, Peter,” Steve tried to reassure. “Y/N and Tony will get this all cleaned up.”

“Right,” Y/N agreed with a nod. “I’m going to go check on Tony.”

Y/N left to find her husband in his office, just getting off the phone.

“What’s the plan?” She asked.

“Murdock says that we need to find proof that he didn’t do what it says in the video,” Tony explained. “FRIDAY has already proved that the video was edited and sent it over to Murdock. We just need to find what actually happened. I have FRIDAY now looking over EDITH footage and pulling up any other available footage.”

“Great. How long do you think we need to be on lockdown for?”

Tony sighed. “I don’t know... Maybe a week.” He walked over and began running his hands up and down Y/N’s arms. “You okay?”

“Honestly, I’m scared Tony. What is this going to do to our family? The Avengers? Peter? He will never know a normal day again.”

“Our identities have been known to the public for years and we’ve handled it. We’ll help Peter get through this… We’ll all get through this together.” Tony kissed her forehead. “It’s going to be okay.” He brought her into his chest.

“I hope so.”

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“They’re going after Stark Industries as much as they’re going after Peter,” Matt Murdock stated, sitting at the Stark’s dining room table. Happy, Aunt May, Pepper, Steve, Peter, Y/N, and Tony were all around the table too. “Good thing you have me as head of your legal team.”

“What exactly are you doing to help?” Steve questioned, his authoritative tone on in full force.

“First, I don’t believe any of the charges against Peter are gonna stick.”

“Wait, seriously?” Peter questioned.

“Oh, I knew it,” Aunt May said with relief.

“They are heavily investigating the technology and how it was allowed to be in the hands of a teenager and then given to Mr. Beck,” Murdock explained. “I have received the video footage Stark has found and I think that could be our best evidence to help Peter and Stark Industries.”

“Wait, I thought you said that Peter was cleared?” Y/N questioned.

“He will be. But there’s still the court of public opinion.”

“Which are split pretty evenly between Mysterio’s side and Peter’s,” Pepper added.

“Yes. I believe that the footage will help get more of the public on Peter’s side. But with Stark’s technological advantage, some might be harder to convince.”

“We’ll take what we can get,” Tony said. “Many people won’t believe no matter what we do to prove his innocence.”

“Thank you so much for coming, Matt,” Aunt May said.

Matt stood up as he responded, “of course. I’ll keep in touch.”

“Happy will take you home,” Pepper said. “Thanks again for coming.”

Happy walked Matt Murdock out to drive him back to the city. Y/N chewed nervously on her lip as she thought about options.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N/N?” Steve asked, noticing his sister’s worried expression.

“I… I did this thing, back in London,” she began. “I opened a portal in front of Peter’s friends and I erased and replaced their memories of the event.”

“No,” Tony immediately stated. “You’re not doing that.” He shook his head as he stepped closer to his wife. “Just doing that to four teenagers wore you out. Doing that to the whole world?” Tony clenched his jaw, unable to voice the next words just yet. “That could kill you.”

“Do we have any other option? You can easily erase all technological traces of Peter’s identity being outed and I can erase it from the minds who know. All the minds who don’t need to know.”

“I can’t let you do that, Mom,” Peter spoke up. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Honey,” Y/N turned to Peter, “I would do anything to protect you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“She’s not going to,” Tony interjected. Y/N turned to face him. “I’m not losing you.”

“You don’t know that you will,” Y/N said. “If I channel all my powers—all the powers of the Stones— I think I can do it.”

“What if we use your powers, Y/N, but instead of erasing everyone’s memories, we somehow show everyone what actually happened?” Steve carefully brought up. “Like, Y/N could broadcast Peter’s memories to the world.”

“That could work,” Y/N agreed.

“I don’t know,” Tony shook his head. “It’s still too risky.”

“My powers are limitless, Tony. The same powers I have are the same ones that wiped away half of the universe. The same powers that brought back half of the universe.”

“Yes, but that was different. The Stones were able to be channeled through, not just the powers channeling through you.”

“Then let me do it and hook me up to machines. Track my blood pressure and heart rate and crap. Track it all, I don’t care! We are not letting this ruin his life! Peter deserves a chance at a normal life!” Tears pricked Y/N’s eyes.

“Mom,” Peter said softly, coming up to the woman. “It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to do that for me. I can handle it.”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t have to.”

“You shouldn’t have to go through what any of us have had to because our identities are known. You deserve to finish high school and go to college, like a normal kid.”

“No one’s normal, Mom.” Y/N sighed, closing her eyes and looking away. “And that’s okay. I... I can handle this. I really can.” Peter stepped closer and took one of Y/N’s hands. “Just let me give this a try, okay? If it gets too much for me to handle, then we’ll find another way.”

Y/N nodded, still not opening her eyes or looking at Peter. Everyone watched her, waiting to see what she would do. Suddenly, Y/N ripped her hand from Peter’s grip and placed it on his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I have to protect this family.”

The others shouted Y/N’s name as she and Peter disappeared through a portal. They landed on a cold, windy mountain top.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Peter, okay?” Y/N said shakily as she cried. “I just want to keep you save.”

“Don’t risk this, Mom,” Peter begged, tears in his eyes. “Please, don’t risk this.”

“I’m just going to erase what happened… those who already knew your identity before, will continue to know and know the truth about what happened. All the others will forget.”

“Doing all that is going to kill you.”

Y/N pressed out a forced smile. “Tell Tony I’m sorry. And Morgan and Steve and Bucky… Just… know that I’m doing this out of love.”

The colors of the Infinity Stones spun around Y/N in wisps. She closed her eyes and focused on Peter’s memories of when his identity was revealed.

“Got them,” she whispered.

“Don’t do this, Mom,” Peter begged. “You can turn back.”

Y/N ignored Peter’s pleas, her heartbreaking as she did. She took a few deep, shaky breaths as she channeled her powers and her own memories of the breaking news, keeping her eyes closed. She focused on the memories as she took a step away from the teenager. Her hands came up to face one another near her chest, power surging between them.

“Mom, please!” Peter shouted. He was growing more and more worried as blood began to trickle out of Y/N’s nose and ears. “Stop! It’s too much!”

Y/N could feel her power building, weakening her body. She knew that she would need to release it soon before something could accidentally happen to Peter. She opened her eyes quickly and met Peter’s teary gaze.

“Remember what I told you to tell them,” Y/N rasped. “And remember that I love you too.”

“Mom, no!” Peter yelled as Y/N blasted him through a portal home.

Once Peter was gone and the portal was closed, Y/N threw her arms out and screamed. Power blasted out of her and soared around the rest of the world. She breathed heavily, blood still running down her face. Quickly, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed on the mountain top.

~~~

“Y/N!” The others shouted as she and Peter disappeared through a portal.

“Damn it!” Tony exclaimed. “FRIDAY, I need Y/N’s location. NOW!”

“She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t hurt Peter, would she?” Aunt May asked.

“Are you crazy?! She would never hurt Peter! What she would do is hurt herself!” Tony ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t—“ His chest clenched as he suddenly struggled for breath. “She can’t— we have to—“

“I need you to sit down, Tony,” Steve ordered kindly, going over to help his brother-in-law into a chair. “You’re panicking.”

“I can’t—“

Suddenly, a portal opened and Peter was blasted through, hitting the wall with a thud.

“Peter!” Aunt May exclaimed, she and Pepper rushing to his aide.

“Peter, where’s Y/N?” Steve asked.

“She… I tried… but she…” Peter stammered. “She’s trying to fix it. I tried to stop her… we were on this mountain and she— she said she was going to erase the memories. Everyone was going to forget besides those who knew before. She was channeling so much power, blood was running out of her nose and ears.”

“What?” Tony breathed out, heart cracking.

“She told me to tell you all that she’s sorry. That—“

Peter’s retelling of what happened was paused as everyone was hit with a blast of energy, causing them all to stumble.

“She did it,” Peter whispered. “She erased the memories.”

“Excuse me, Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted. “I have found Mrs. Stark’s location and summoned a jet.”

Tony rushed to his workshop. “Send it her way,” he ordered. “I’ll take my suit.”

Tony slammed the arc reactor onto his chest and the nanoparticles formed his suit around him. He hurried outside where no one knew that Morgan was waiting on the porch.

“Dad?” Morgan questioned. “Dad? Where are you going?” Tony ignored her, too worried about what he may find when he reached Y/N. He blasted off. “Dad!” Morgan ran in the direction of his flight path. “Daddy!”

“Morgan!” Steve shouted, running towards the little girl.

“Daddy!” Tears streamed down Morgan’s face. She was so confused and worried. She had never actually seen Tony in his Iron Man suit.

“Morgan!” Steve met up with her and picked up her thrashing body. “Morgan calm down!”

“What’s going on? Where’s Daddy going?”

“Morgan—“

“Don’t lie to me! Where are my parents?”

Steve looked back at the porch to see Pepper, Peter, and Aunt May watching on with sad eyes. Steve cradled Morgan’s head as he held her close, unable to tell her what was going on.

~~~

Tony had to focus on just flying the suit. Thinking of anything else, even Y/N was throwing him into a panic. So he focused on the directions FRIDAY was displaying on the screen in his mask. Tony stumbled as he landed on the mountain top.

“Y/N! Y/N!” He shouted, frantically looking around. “Y/N!”

Catching a glimpse of something a little ways away, Tony flew over to it. He gasped as he noticed it was his wife. She was laying down, blood dripping from her ears and nose, pooling around her. Tony’s helmet disappeared as he fell to his knees beside her.

“Honey, honey, honey,” he said as he pulled her into his arms. “Come on, you have to be alive. FRIDAY?”

FRIDAY took a few seconds to answer. “Life signs detected.”

“Thank God.” He kissed her forced head.

“I recommend getting her to a medical center as soon as possible.”

“ETA on the jet?”

“Inbound, 5 minutes.”

Tony nodded, focusing his attention on his unconscious wife. “You stubborn, stubborn woman… what am I going to do with you?” As he held her close with one arm, his free hand began to wipe the blood from her face. “When will you let me save the day for once?”

“When you… have powers… that… will keep… you… alive,” Y/N rasped, gasping for breath. Slowly, her eyes opened in time to see tears spill from Tony’s eyes. “I… s-sorry…”

“I know, I know… and one day I’ll forgive you,” he chuckled.

“The jet has arrived,” FRIDAY announced, the jet slowly coming down to hover near them.

Tony picked Y/N up easily and carried her into the jet. He carefully laid her down on the cot as FRIDAY began to pilot the jet home.

“I hate you so much,” Tony muttered, still trying to clean the blood from Y/N’s face.

“I know…” she mumbled.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Nothing else… would have… wo—worked.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know better… than you…”

Tony shook his head. “You can’t…. You can’t use your powers like this. Not anymore, even for our kids.”

“They were giving to me for a reason, Tony.”

“And that reason is done and over with… no more, okay? I can’t—“ Tony stopped, throat tightening with emotion. “I can’t lose you.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just… I couldn’t let Peter’s life be ruined… I had to do something.”

“What you did was unnecessary and reckless. And don’t think that I”m going to forgive you easily for doing it.”

“I don’t expect you to.”

“Tony!” Steve’s voice suddenly echoed through the jet. “Do you have her? Do you have Y/N?”

“Sorry, yes, I have her,” Tony responded. “She’s with me.”

Steve sighed. “Is she okay?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N answered weakly.

“I’m taking her to the hospital,” Tony stated.

“Do you want me to meet you there?”

“No. We need you to stay with Morgan.” Steve didn’t respond.

“Steve? What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned.

“Morgan didn’t take Tony’s flying off in his suit too well,” Steve admitted. “She freaked out. I did get her to calm down and she’s with Pepper eating ice cream now.”

Y/N took a long, shaky inhale. Tears pooled in her eyes.

“Thank you, Rogers,” Tony responded. “We’ll let you know when we’ve reached the hospital.” The call ended and Tony focused on his wife. “Honey—“

“We are awful, horrible parents,” Y/N whispered, crying.

“Says the person who almost sacrificed their life to protect our son. I’m sure that Morgan is just upset because she’s never seen me in the suit before and everything was happening so fast.”

“We need to do better… I need to do better.”

“If only our stupid friends and family would stop getting themselves in trouble.” Y/N huffed out a laugh. “We’ll do better, honey.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “First we’ve got to get you better.”

~~~

Y/N was back unconscious before the jet arrived at the hospital closest to their home. The doctors took Y/N away from Tony for a bit to run tests, only to conclude that her body was just exhausted and needed rest. Once he was allowed back at Y/N’s side, Tony called Steve and told him to bring Morgan and anyone else who wanted to, over to the hospital. Tony waited outside the room for the family to arrive.

“Daddy!” Morgan exclaimed, running down the hall to Tony. Steve, Peter, and Aunt May were trailing behind the little girl.

“Morgan,” he breathed out, crouching down to allow her to run into his arms. She ran and threw her arms around his neck. Tony held her tightly. “I’m so sorry, Mo… I heard I scared you… I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Morgan responded. “You didn’t scare me. I was just worried.”

“Still, I’m so sorry.”

Morgan pulled back to look at her father. She noticed a few tears trickling down his stumbled cheeks. Gently, she held his face in her hands.

“Don’t cry,” Morgan comforted. “I’m okay.”

A watery smile grew on Tony’s face. “This world doesn’t deserve you, kid,” he said. “Not one bit of you.”

“Where’s mom?”

“She’s in there.” He motioned to the room behind him with his head. “Do you want to see her?” Morgan nodded. “Go ahead and go in, just be careful. Your mom is tired. I need to talk to the others real quick. I’ll me in there soon.”

Morgan nodded once more before disappearing into the room Y/N was resting in. Tony sighed, hanging his head as he remained crouched down.

“How is she?” Aunt May asked.

“She’s tired,” Tony said, slapping his knees as he stood up straight. “When I got there… she was unconscious and there was blood on her face. I thought—“ Tony closed his eyes. “She pushed herself too far this time.”

“Is mom going to be okay?” Peter nervously asked.

Tony looked at Peter. “She’s going to be okay, kid. Please know that none of this is your fault. Y/N made her choice… whether we agreed with it or not. We can’t change what she did, we just have to live with it.”

“Are you okay, Tony?” Steve wondered, studying his brother-in-law carefully. Steve knew Tony well enough to know that he couldn’t have reacted well to finding Y/N.

“I’m fine.” Tony nodded, lying slightly. “Completely fine.”

~~~

As Y/N slowly came to, she could feel someone laying next to her. Her eyes crept open to see Morgan curled up beside her.

“Mo?” She rasped.

Morgan’s head snapped up. “Mommy!” The girl squealed, hugging her the best she was able to.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Y/N hugged back. “I’m so sorry…”

“Uncle Steve told me that you saved Peter. Is that true?”

“Yes, baby,” Y/N nodded slightly, “it’s true.”

“You are the world's greatest hero.”

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes. “What?”

“You are the world's greatest hero, Mom.”

“I thought… oh, Morgan… my sweet Morgan. Come here.” The duo hugged again. Y/N held a kiss to Morgan’s head. “I love you show much.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

~~~

“I have to apologize to you, Peter,” Y/N said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did, the way that I did it. It was wrong to take you so abruptly like that.”

“It’s okay, Mom,” Peter said, giving her a small smile. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to forgive me, not yet.”

“But I want to. You sacrificed your life to keep my identity a secret. I understand why you did what you did, you did it to protect me.”

“You deserve to finish high school, go to college, have a life, start a family, all without people after you because they know who you are.”

“Thank you, Mom. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”

“Pete, you already make me proud.”

~~~

The summer wrapped up with everyone staying close to home and hanging out with each other. Peter began his senior year and quickly sent in his college applications. Tony offered to put in a good word at MIT but Peter insisted that he try and get into MIT by himself. Which he successfully did and so did MJ and Ned. Tony decided to throw a party at the New York Penthouse for Peter early December when they had received the exciting news. Tony, Y/N, Morgan, Steve, Peter, Aunt May, MJ, Ned, Happy, Pepper, Rhodey, Harley, Sam (and his sister, Sarah, and nephews), and Bucky all showed up to support.

“He looks so happy,” Y/N said softly, watching Bucky wrap his arm around Sarah as he talked to Steve. “He deserves to be happy.”

Tony wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist. “Hate to admit that it’s a nice look on him,” Tony responded.

“And look at him just letting Morgan hang from his metal arm,” she laughed. “And Sarah’s boys clearly adore him.”

“Our old man is growing up.”

Y/N playfully shoved Tony. “Stop it.”

Tony spun her around to face him. He playfully nipped at her lip. “Make me.”

“Tony, there are kids around.”

“So let’s sneak off. You can portal us home and back. No one will miss us for 20 minutes.”

“I thought we agreed I’d only use my powers for an emergency.”

“This is totally an emergency.”

“Tony, I—“ Y/N was cut off by her phone buzzing. She pulled it out to see that it was Clint.

“What could Legolas possibly want?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N answered the call and answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Y/N,” Clint breathed out in relief. “I need your help.”

~~~

Y/N portaled to the place Clint requested and set the briefcase she was carrying on the worktable in front of her. She looked up at Clint.

“Do I want to know why you’ve requested Stark Tech and Pym Tech Arrowheads?” She said. Clint ignored her. “You know that Tony has plenty of bows, arrows, and a new suit ready and waiting for you to use.”

“I little making the arrows myself,” Clint commented.

“Holy shit!” Y/N spun around to see the female that had exclaimed that. “You—You’re Lady America!”

“Don’t call me that.” / “You don’t want to call her that.”

“How—you—oh my—“

“And who are you?” Y/N questioned. “And why, Clint, are you working with a teenager too?”

“Too?”

Y/N waved her hand in the girl’s direction. “None of your business. What is going on here Barton?”

“She’s not a teenager,” Clint mumbled as he opened the briefcase Y/N had brought. “She’s twenty-two.”

“Not helping.”

“Kate Bishop, this is Y/N Ro— what last name do you use?”

“Either.” Y/N shrugged. “Nice to meet you, Kate.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” the young adult fan-girled.

“Kate, can you give me and Y/N a few moments?”

“But I—“ Clint shot her a look that quickly shut her up. “I’ll be in the other room.”

Y/N waited until Kate was out of the room to talk again. “What is going on here, Clint?”

“Yelena is after me.”

“What? She is? Why?”

“It’s because of what happened to Nat.”

Y/N sighed. “What happened to Natasha wasn’t your fault, Clint. We both know that there was really no stopping her once she put her mind to something.” Clint looked away from Y/N, trying to contain his emotions. “Have you been to the Smithsonian’s exhibit on us?”

Clint shook his head. “No, but I’ve been meaning to take the kids.”

“Well, there’s a picture that I’ve never seen before in the exhibit. It’s of you, me, Nat, and Coulson… we look so much younger, a whole other lifetime ago… Now two of them are gone and we’re both married with kids. We really shouldn’t be taking risks like we used to, especially with Yelena involved. She’s part of us, Clint, even if we’ve never actually met her. She’s one of us. But she’s good at what she’s been trained to do and I’m worried that you’re in over your head here. You have a family to get home to, Clint.”

“I know that.”

“Please tell me that you have more than that young girl on your side.” Clint stayed silent. “You need to get home for Christmas.”

“This is something I need to do without the whole crew getting involved.”

“Then why did you call me?”

“I needed your access to the tech,” Clint smirked.

“Is that all I am now? Your delivery guy?”

“Kind of.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Clint.”

“I already have… have you seen that new musical, Rogers, yet?”

“Nope, we got an invite to the opening but we’ve been trying to lay low. They did say they have seats for us saved every night if we wanted them.”

“Go see it. Let me know how you all feel.”

“I’ll be in touch then… please don’t get yourself killed, Barton, and let me know if you need any more help.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Y/N opened a portal, but instead of leaving she appears where Kate was waiting.

“Holy shit!” Kate exclaimed again. “You can portal!”

“Yes, and if you want to keep your memories of this whole event, you’re going to keep that piece of information to yourself. Alright?”

Kate nodded. “Yes—yes, ma’am.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Uh, do what exactly?”

“Do this life… the hero thing. It’s not what it seems… this… this life has a way of controlling you. Just… be careful, alright?”

“I’ll—I’ll try.”

“Again, it was nice to meet you, Kate.” Y/N opened a portal behind her and turned to face it. “Keep him safe, Kate. He needs to get home for Christmas.”

~~~

“I’m really not sure about seeing this,” Steve grumbled, holding an armful of treats as he lead the way to their seats in the theater. “Why did that have to make a musical about me?”

“Because you’re the Star Spangled Man with a plan, Cap,” Tony responded.

“I’m actually really excited to see it, Steve,” Harley said.

“Me too!” Peter added.

“Me three!” Morgan joined.

Tony sat on the end so that Steve wouldn’t be able to make an easy getaway, with Y/N next to him, then Harley, Peter, Morgan, and Steve. The musical started and the family tried not to cringe the whole time. When they reached the Battle of New York scene, the family couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Why the hell is Scott in this?” Tony asked. “He has more stage time in this battle than you do, honey, and you were actually there!”

“Oh my gosh…” Y/N gasped. “Someone must have seen Scott in the alley when we went back for the Stones.”

“Well, shit.”

~~~

“That was so terrible,” Y/N laughed as Tony drove them home. Harley, Peter, and Morgan were completely asleep in the back while Steve was driving his motorcycle home.

“It really was,” Tony agreed with a laugh. “It did get me thinking though.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“If you would change anything about what happened in your life? If you wish that you would have lived the life you would have if you hadn’t followed Steve into HYDRA that day?”

“Easy, no. My life now, with this family, is better than any other I could have had back then.”

Tony reached over and intertwined his hand with hers. He lifted it up and kissed the back of her hand. “Good… I love you.”

“I love you most.”

~~~

Harley and Peter woke up enough to get themselves to bed when they arrived home. Tony carefully unbuckled Morgan and carried her upstairs to her room.

“I’ll get her changed,” Y/N whispered, already moving to grab her daughter a set of pajamas. “You go get ready for bed.”

“Alright,” Tony responded. He came over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t take too long.”

Y/N tried her best not to wake her daughter as she changed her. Once Morgan was changed, Y/N tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead. She looked at Morgan lovely before moving to turn off the lamp.

“Mommy?” Morgan whispered before Y/N could actually turn off the light.

Y/N turned back around. “Yes, dear?”

“Was any of that play true?”

Y/N sucked in her lips as she came back to set on the edge of Morgan’s bed. “Parts of it were, yes.”

“Can you tell me the true story?”

“Maybe another night. It’s late sweetheart and you—“

“Please, mommy, tell me.”

“Yeah, mom,” Peter urged, appearing in the doorway with Harley. “Tell us.”

“Fine,” Y/N sighed. The boys quickly joined Morgan on the bed. “You want to hear my story? It’s a long one.” Tony came to the doorway and leaned against it.

“You only need to start it,” Harley said. “You can finish it another night.”

“Alright, alright… where to start, where to start…”

“How about at the beginning?” Morgan said.

“I guess I’ll start at the beginning then… Once upon a time, a pair of twins were born; the girl was much healthier than the boy. And they grew the little boy longed to be stronger, to protect those who could not protect themselves. One day, when the twins were older, their dear friend, Bucky, got drafted into the army. And that is where their story begins…”

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Sister Responsibilities PT 2(Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Stever Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Sister!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Pregnancy, spoilers for End Game also just gonna totally ignore what happened to Tony and Natasha

Request: A part 2 to sister responsiblities. She is pregnant with twins when wanda is back and helps her cope with the loss of vision. Wanda is happy her sister and steve asks for wandas help to propose. She tells them its twins after the proposal. And the twins are boys. Reader also tells them she wants to name the twins peitro and james.

PT 1

The feeling that Steve felt the moment he heard Sam’s voice in his ear saying “On your left” felt surreal. When he then saw the man, along with Bucky, and then Wanda, he felt a weight he had long forgotten about lift off his shoulders. Pure relief.

He didn’t get to properly interact and catch up with them until Thanos and his army were finally defeated. He got to hug Bucky and Sam first, the pair immediately asking how he was, what they’d missed out on, but before Steve could go into any details, he heard Wanda. Crying.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you? Where’s my sister? сестра?!” She was calling among the crowds of hundreds of soldiers and people catching up, also looking for friends and family. Steve followed her voice, going in search of her, Bucky and Sam following after him until they found her, seeing she’d found Clint and was begging him for answers, though he was lost on what to tell her, until Steve approached, reaching his arm out, signalling with his hand to Clint to hand her over. Clint turned her by her shoulder so she faced him, her eyes wide and terrified. “Steve, where’s my sister?” She demanded. “She’s not here- is she dead? Has she died?”

“Wanda, breathe.” Steve assured her, his hands holding onto her shoulders to ground her. “She’s fine. Perfectly fine, I promise. I know exactly where she is, and I’m going to take you straight to her, alright?” He assured her, getting a vigorous nod from the woman in response. He tucked her under his arm, keeping her close and he started to walk with her away from the battlefield the closest available vehicle, and as he got her seated in the passenger seat, he wasn’t too surprised to see Bucky and Sam not far behind, getting in the backseat without a word.

“Why wasn’t she there, Steve?” Wanda asked as he started the car, starting to drive. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?” She asked.

“Wanda, she’s fine, I promise.” Steve assured her.

“Steve.” She growled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her panic was turning into pure frustration with him at him being vague with her. “Why wasn’t she there?”

“I told her to stay back.” He finally answered. “I wanted her to be safe and away from any danger. With how things turned out with Thanos showing up- I’m glad I did.” He explained, missing the point where he had actually argued with you about it- finally convincing you with the main point of the possibility the plan failed and you ended up out there on the base looking for a miracle all for nothing, only to trudge back, and how it would be easier for you emotionally if that happened for him to come back and tell you the results. There were several smaller reasons, but in the end, whatever he pulled out his ass as an excuse, he’s glad he did.

Sam cleared his throat, breaking Wanda’s suspicious glare of Steve. “So, mind telling us any major events we’ve missed?” He inquired, hoping to ease the tension, but with Steve now becoming more tense, he realised quickly that he just accidentally stepped into dangerous territory, and in no doubt- it involved Wanda, and more importantly, the subject of the woman’s anxiety- her older sister.

“Well… I should give you a heads up. Y/N and I live together.” Steve started with. The silence in the air other than the rumble of the car’s engine was worse than if Wanda was just yelling at him- Steve had dealt with his fair share of arguments with the eldest Maximoff in the past five years, especially in these last few months with tensions running at an all time high, so he was sure he could handle Wanda, but the silence? It was the worst.

“How many bedrooms?” Bucky spoke up.

“Buck-”

“Two. Two bedrooms.” Steve quickly interrupted Sam’s scorning. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, closed floor plan in a nice part of the city. We got it together a few months ago.” Steve explained, talking just to fill the air at this point.

“How many bedrooms was the last apartment you two shared?” Wanda asked, the tone in her voice taunting him. She knew.

“...One.” He admitted. That silence returned. “We started seeing each other a few months after… we relied on each other and… we just clicked.” He admitted. He couldn’t see it, his eyes too focussed on the streets as he entered the centre of the city, over crowded by people reuniting with their loved ones and running to look for people, but Sam and Bucky watched Wanda sink into her seat a little, her head resting, rolling over to look at the blond.

“You’ve been looking after my big sister? Keeping her safe? Keeping her happy?” She asked, her voice now a lot softer. Her tone made Steve relax as well.

“I’ve tried my best and intend to keep trying.” He promised her, a faint smile appearing on Wanda’s face. The silence now was a lot nicer. Bucky and Sam were able to sit back in their seats, not scared that Wanda was gonna throttle Steve. “Wanda? I know this is all sudden, but…” Steve hesitated to speak, but eventually gained the courage. “Do I have your permission to marry her?”

“Have you been waiting till you got us back just to ask her that?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, yeah.” Steve admitted, everyone in the car sharing a light chuckle.

“Yes. You have my blessing. My sister isn’t an idiot- if she’s chosen to stay beside you for so long and live with you, you must be special to her.” Wanda granted.

Eventually Steve parked the car on the side of the street, everyone piling out, and Wanda looked up at the building Steve parked outside of- he wasn’t lying, it was a nice building, on the nice side of town. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and Wanda turned to see Steve, offering her a set of keys. “Third floor, on the left.” He told her. She grinned, grabbing the keys and dashing up the stairs the three men not too far behind. Wanda reached the floor, finding the door and knocking on it with no hesitation, before waiting impatiently. She heard shuffling, before a bolt unlocked and the door opened.

“Wanda?” Was the first thing out your mouth, absorbing that she was actually in front of you- a few cuts and bruises from a fight, but there. In person. Alive. The back of your eyes burned as you reached your arms out to her. “моя драгоценная сестра!” You sobbed, grabbing your sister and pulling her as close as possible.

Close as possible, being the keyword there.

Wanda felt the obstacle stopping her in being as close as she could to her sister, pulling away to see what it was, and was greeted by the comically large bump attached to you. She gaped at it for a moment, before her eyes met yours. “You’re having a baby?”

“Babies.” Steve corrected as he came up the stairs, Sam and Bucky, who had frozen on the stairs at the sight of the eldest Maximoff heavily pregnant. “It’s twins.”

“Twins? Like…” Wanda’s words caught in her throat, as you sadly smiled and nodded. You looked at Bucky and Sam still on the stairs, before back at your sister.

“Let’s all go inside, stop crowding the hall.” You told them, stepping aside for Wanda to come in, having to shuffle past your bump before Steve took over holding the door for Bucky and Sam. Once back in side, you hugged your sister again. “I’ve missed you so, so much. I wanted to be there for your return but the base is so far away, and with them being due next month and the doctor saying twins like to come early-” You rambled before Wanda stopped you, holding your cheeks on her hands and smiling.

“Don’t be, I understand, you have to look after yourself and your babies. I also understand why Steve had been adamant on you staying behind… also, it was for the best. I’m glad you weren’t there.” Wanda admitted, though your smile dropped as you turned to Steve alarmed, looking for answers.

“Thanos from the past found his way through and tried to snap again, but this time snap every living thing. We managed to stop him and he’s completely gone now… We’ll go into the gritty details later, okay?” Steve explained.

“I take later means when stress might not make me go into early labour?” You asked, Steve grinning and nodding. “Thought so. Fair enough. The longer little Pietro and James stay inside the better.”

“Pietro?” Wanda’s head snapped around at the name, quickly followed by the same reaction from Sam and Bucky. “Your naming your babies Pietro and James?”

“I’m jealous.” Sam quickly added.

“Pietro Oleg and James Samuel. If that makes you feel better.” Steve added on, getting a smile from the man in response.

“Oleg? Like our dad?” Wanda noticed and you nodded. “I’m so happy that I’m going to be here to meet my nephews.”

“And you better not go anywhere anytime soon my baby sister.” You told her, holding her close. Steve smiled to himself, before nudging his two friends to the kitchen.

“You two get comfy, we’ll do dinner.” Steve called.

“We are?” Sam asked, making Bucky laugh as Wanda pulled you to the living room to get comfy and begin catching up.

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