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[1800jjbarnes]

◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓: 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

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【Synopsis】 : You wanted to help your boyfriend relax. It just so happened that some poor soul decided to interrupt.

『W.C』 : 979

-> Genre: Smut 

Paring: Avengers!Steve x Agent!Reader

[Warnings] : Oral (M Receiving). Swearing. Dirty talk. Mention of sex. Petnames. Bucky makes an appearance.

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To say Steve was stressed out would be an understatement. And the real problem with it was he didn’t need to be. He had been struggling to get through all the missions reports Tony had given him. And he had more coming once wanda and her team come back from there week long mission.

He knew he didn’t need them all done for another two months, but his brain made him think he needed them finished within the day. This of course made you worry. You hated seeing your boyfriend all tired, tense and stressed. You wanted nothing more than to help him in any way you could. To relieve him, even if it was one for a moment. 

So that’s exactly what you did.

“It’s okay baby, relax.” You cooed into your lover’s ear, as you kissed his earlobe then his neck, moving all the way down until you were suddenly on your knees in between him. His eyes were shut tight, fearing if they opened what was happening would be nothing but his asshole brain torturing him. But your hands felt too real as they undid his belt. And the way he could feel your hot breath on his exposed tummy, sent his head spinning. This was definitely real because his brain would never be able to paint such a perfect picture. And as your hand gripped firmly around the base of his cock, he knew you were very… VERY real.

“Fuck Sugar, I think I might just cum cause of how you look sitting in between my legs.” He rambles, words and moans slipping from his lips. He was always vocal during sex, which was something you loved, and today was no exception. You giggled in response, jerking him off slowly, setting a nice pace to help get him fully hard. Which didn’t take long for your lover given as he puts it, he’s horny twenty-four seven and if he could, he would take you anywhere, at any time, day or night. You were so perfect to him, that he’s still amazed he managed to be able to call you, his.

“I said relax baby. You’re so tense.��� You giggled, running your hand now his now exposed legs, leaving his now fully erect cock to twitch on his stomach... You gently massaged his thighs, slipping down slightly to his inner parts. He was trying his best not to buck his hips at the mere sensation of your fingertips almost touching where he needed most. And before he could whine for you to touch him again. You grabbed the base of his cock harshly.

“Ah, Fuck, FFmm….” He threw his head back feeling your hot breath pool onto his tip. Your tongue flattened, licking a long strip from top to bottom before your mouth latched onto his balls. Your left hand grasped him tightly, jerking him off in a slow, painstaking pace. Your lips travelled upwards kissing, sucking and licking every part of him before landing on his red aching tip. Steve was blabbering at this point, feeling such sensitivity from your teasing. “Please, Baby. Put it in your mouth. I need y―ahh!”

He couldn’t finish his sentence feeling you take his cock halfway in your warm, wet, mouth. A tear pricked the side of his eyes as he finally felt relief. You pushed him further, slowing your breathing and trying your hardest not to gag. His shaft slipped further into your throat, making your lover buck his hips up without a second thought. He was so close, just a little bit more and with a low moan erupting from you that finished him. “Fuckkk!”

He came so hard down our throat that you had to try not to pull away, making sure all his seed was trapped in your mouth. You swallowed quickly before finally letting him go. Steve slumped down panting like crazy, feeling a state of full relaxation. Silence fell other than heavy breathing and rapid heart rates. You took in your view of a perfectly fucked out Steve and a hint of pride swelled in you. You also noticed your poor baby was still very hard, so without a sound gripped the base of his cock hard making Steve hiss out, snapping his eyes open to see you with a cheeky smile paint your devilish features.

“Ready for another round pretty boy?” Your voice was horse, and rough. Your throat stung slightly from the prior abuse. But you both just smiled, your lips kissing his tips awaiting him to answer.

“I think I’d rather fuck you instead.” He moan making a shiver form down your back at how his voice managed to turn from whiny and desperate to cocky, deep and dominant. You giggle, swirling your tongue around his tip for a second before you can answer cheekily. But before you could say anything the front door suddenly slammed open, startling you both.

“Steve I’ve been trying to get a hol―…” Bucky’s voice died quickly once he walked further in suddenly seeing you sitting so sweetly on your knees in front of his best friend with his cock tight in your grasp.

“Hi, Bucky.” You bit your lip with a smile and hooded eyes, pumping steve lazily.. Steve looked over his shoulder seeing his friend frozen, eyeing you with a flustered expression. He took in your features also and saw a sparkle in your eye, Steve knew you weren't someone to get embarrassed easily and nor him. Hence why you both worked so well, but with this type of situation, he couldn’t help but laugh;

“Well don’t just stand there. If you wanna join, pull up a chair.”

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[kushnovice]

Spinning My World

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark! Reader

Synopsis: Reader tends to the avengers wounds constantly and when Tony opens an emotional wound in the reader, Bucky is there to help.

wc: 2.4k

Warnings: my first bucky fic, medical, wounds, tending to wounds, sibling rivalry, mention of dead parents, fluffy love, slow-burn

AN: Female reader, fluffy, lots of mistakes, self indulgent (Pictures are not mine nor are any characters part of this)

What makes the earth go round? to most people it's money, to others it's family. To me, it's love.

I grew up with Tony Stark, my older brother. He was never that big on affection which was something he picked up from our parents and because of that, Tony and I aren't as close as we once were before our parents died. I spend most of my time making sure the house is always put together and cooking food for Tony and Pepper. I always feel a little guilty as I haven't achieved as much as my older brother and living with him and all of his fancy things just rubs it in. I also spend a lot of time studying. Since we have the money, I am attending an Ivy League school online. Unlike Tony, I don't like robots and technology, I prefer to help people. I am majoring in Medical Science as well as minoring in Psychology, which the amount of work is unbearable.

I sigh as I close one of my textbooks, my notebook, and my laptop, leaving them on the desk in my room. I make my through the long winding halls and into the kitchen, the tiles on the floor leaving my feet cold as I walk. I flick on the light as I walk in and take a deep breath, finally feeling at peace. The kitchen was always my safe space since Tony never cooked for himself, neither did any of the avengers. It was my own tiny world of peace.

I smile softly to myself as I make my way to the sink, I start to wash my hands while humming a song. "Friday, can you play (song name)?" As the song starts playing, I feel more comfortable as I start pulling what I would need from the fridge and the cabinets. I then fill up a pot of water and put it on the stove to boil and preheat the oven before I start separating and seasoning the chicken. I then start to cut up some veggies before checking on the pasta that I am making. After everything is cooking, I take the time to dance in the kitchen, just enjoying the music and how it flows through my body. That was until I heard the door open. I jerk my head to see who it is, only to be stunned by the sight in front of me. There he was, the most beautiful creature this world had ever created, but he was drenched in blood. Without thinking, I walk right up to him and start to examine him from what I can see. "Oh buck, what happened this time?" I ask as I eye him up and down for injuries, feeling better after not finding any serious ones. Bucky sighed deeply, "The mission was hijacked. I'm not the only Injured one." I sigh deeply as I take the food out of the oven and put the veggies and sauce into the pasta. Then, without a second thought, i make my way to the medical clinic, which I pretty much run.

I put my coat on and wash my hands again before putting on gloves. I make my way into the emergency room that we have to see Tony laying on a gurney. I immediately start to cut his shirt and pants off as I examine his body, the deep wounds showing no mercy as they continue to bleed. I sterilize the wound and start stitching him up and taking my time to make sure it's perfect.

After a few hours, I was done with making sure Tony was alright and had checked out all of the other team members. I look at the clock and sigh deeply when I realize that it is close to 1 in the morning. I make my way through the winding hallways again and I stand outside of Buckys room. "Hey Buck, are you awake?" I ask softly knowing his super human hearing can pick up my voice, and sure enough because the door unlocks and slides open revealing that he had just got out of the shower. I blush slightly as i try not to stare at his bare chest, "oh um...sorry I was just coming to give you a quick check up..." I shuffle awkwardly at his door but he nods softly and lets me in his room.

The smell of Axe Body spray and Midsummers Night circle the room. I sit Bucky down as I start to stitch up a few of his wounds. It stays mostly silent, neither of us knowing what to talk about until Bucky speaks up, "aren't you tired?" I furrow my eyebrows, "why would I be tired?" Bucky sighs deeply, "we go on these missions almost daily and you're the only one who gives us medical help, isn't it tiring?" I look up from his stitches to smile softly at Bucky, "No, it's not tiring. If anything, it gives me a purpose and makes me a hero like you guys." I giggle to myself at how corny that sounded before going back to stich bucky up.

After I am done, I make sure I didn't miss any dry blood before I stand up, "make sure you eat dinner, I don't know if the others did yet but you need to eat." I smile at him to which he gives me a small smile at the end of his lips. "I did eat already, it was delicious." I smile at him as I watch him put his shirt back on, "good good, I tried a new recipe today so I'm glad it is good." I smile to myself thinking about how Bucky enjoyed my food. "Did you eat yet?" Bucky asks with a furrowed eyebrow and I'm left shocked, normally i'm the one asking that question. "I was about too, then all of that happened," I smile at Bucky but his facial expressions don't change this time. "You really should eat." I nod my head and start to make my way into the kitchen to see a huge mess of plates and bowls and forks all over the place and all of the food gone. "at least they liked it" I smile to myself as I shrug off my coat and take off my gloves, "Friday, some music please" I speak as I start to pick up the plates and bowls and utensil's and place them in the sink. I then pick up all the trash and wipe down the counter while dancing around the kitchen. I spend a few hours cleaning, until it is spotless before I turn off the music and realize I wasn't alone. As I go to grab my coat and turn off the light, I hear a voice, "Aren't you going to eat?" I whip my head around, looking for where the voice came from until I can see Bucky, just outside the door. "there was no more left, i'm glad everyone enjoyed it." I smile at him but he doesn't smile back, he makes his way into the kitchen and starts grabbing stuff. "woah woah woah what are you doing?" I ask as I watch him start up the stove. "You need to eat. More than any of us." Buckys voice is stern and emotionless but I can tell that he cares. "I'm alright, I'll be up in a few hours to cook breakfast anyways." I look at the time and then at Bucky who then turns to me with furrowed eyes again his eyes studying me and trying to figure me out as he looks me up and down. "Why do you cook for everyone? Why do you go out of your way for everyone? I don't get how that benefits you." I sigh deeply, "I don't do it for me, I do it for you guys. You guys are heros and are saving the world every day. the least I can do is cook you guys a warm meal and make sure you guys don't get too hurt." "But why?" Bucky asks as he cracks open an egg and starts to cook it. "You guys deserve it, you deserve the best." I smile at him softly, watching his movements while I think. "Why do you save the world?" I ask while watching his movements. He seems relaxed and calm "Because if I can help save the world then there's hope to save myself." He speaks in a quiet whisper, "why do you save us? why are you so interested in medicine?" He asks with seriousness, trying to understand me better. "I was never taught self defense so I save the world in the only way I know, medicine." Bucky turns to look at me, "you don't give yourself enough credit, no one does." I can hear how he sighs softly. I let myself smile, knowing this was his way of showing he cared. Bucky finished cooking the food and he made two plates, setting one in front of me while he sat across the table from me. He immediately downs his food within seconds leaving me to take awhile to finish my food. When I'm finished eating, I grab our plates and put them in the dishwasher. When i make my way back into the dining room, Bucky is watching me as soon as I enter the room. "What? Is there food on my face?" I jokingly ask, with a smirk on my face as I make my way back to sit down. Bucky snorts softly at my comment, "No, I just don't get how someone could look so pretty after working for so many hours." Buckys voice is soft but his eyes are full of emotion as his hands fold on the table. I feel myself melt under his gaze as my cheeks start to burn, "Oh, uhm...thanks..." I giggle lightly, "You aren't too bad looking for someone who just got stitched up." I reply causing bucky to be taken aback.

"Why are you two up at 2 in the morning?" Tony asks as he walks into the dining room in his black robe that is barely covering his bare chest and his blazers. Tony somehow still has his shades on as well as his slippers on as he sets down some coffee and a sandwich at the table and sits down. "I was just making sure your sister ate after giving everyone medical exams." Bucky replied as he stared blankly at tony as he ate. "Interesting." Tony replied quickly as he started to eat. "I'm glad that your mission didn't go to badly, not many people were injured." I smiled at Tony as I recall the injuries that everyone had got. Tony sighed as he swallowed the food in his mouth, "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?" I roll my eyes at how immature Tony still is after all of these years. "Somebody's cranky." I snort to myself, Tony glares daggers at me. "Somebody needs to shut up." I smile at Tony, now enjoying fucking with him. "I don't have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel." I smirk at Tony, thinking I got the better up. "Frankly, I don't care. Just like how he never cared about Mom and Dad. You know who killed them right?" Tony asks as he glares between Bucky and I. "If you're insinuating that Bucky killed our parents then fuck you!" I yell in Tony's face, not able to control my anger as I get up and storm off. Bucky looks at Tony as Tony finishes his sandwich, not purposefully glaring but staring deeply at him causing Tony to get uncomfortable and scramble out of the room.

Bucky sighs deeply as he makes his way to my room, thinking of the right words to say as he ends up right outside of my door. "Hey...I know Tony's words really hurt but I'd like to tell you my story, not what you've heard from files but my life the way I lived it, when I had control of my life." Bucky expected no response honestly, who would want to talk to their parents murderer? Surprisingly the door swung open as Bucky looked in at my small trembling figure on the floor, a pang in his heart caused him to lose his breath seeing her in such pain.

I lift my head to meet Buckys soft eyes as he moves to sit on the bed next to me. His voice was kind but also firm as he told me all about his life, from his time in Brooklyn with Steve all the way through Hydra, he spoke about my parents last almost as if to save me the pain. "Your parents...they were a mission I had to carry out while apart of Hydra, or else I would have died as well as them...I wish I never had too..." Bucky sighs deeply as he looks at the ground. "You don't have to be my friend or even be nice to me, but I just wanted you to know that I never wanted to hurt anyone." Bucky softly got up, expecting to be kicked out before he felt my hands wrapped around his human arm. "I want to be your friend. It hurts knowing that you did that to my parents and I don't think that hurt will ever go away, but I do know that it wasn't you, that you didn't do it on your own will. I forgive you, Buck." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around Bucky's human hand, taking his warmth from him as it comforts my shaking body as I am able to relax into my bed and into Bucky, feeling safe and comfortable for once. I don't remember what happened after that other than my eyes forcing themselves closed as Bucky's mechanical arm softly strokes my hair.

I wake up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes causing me to instantly rub my eyes. I stretch with a small groan, wishing to be asleep still as I reach my arms above my head. I hear a rough chuckle beside me and open my eyes to see Bucky smirking down at me, "Morning, Doll." I feel my face go red at the nickname. I roll over to face him in the bed, "I'm sorry that I kept you here all night." I apologize softly as I yawn the sleepy feeling away. He smiled softly down at me, the golden sun reflecting off of his eyes making it look like tigers eye. "You have nothing to apologize for, darling." He used his fingers to swoop the stray strands of hair out of my face. "It was the best sleep I have gotten in awhile." He confessed as he pulled me a little closer, his body heat keeping me warm as he smiled down at me cheekily. "Don't smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy..." I giggle at him softly as I place my hand on his face before leaning in. Bucky closed the gap as he took my lips in his, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer as he chuckles into the kiss.

"How else would I make your world spin?"

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

so, I saw something similar on tiktok and wanted to write it, credits to the person who came up with it.

summary - being a new member of the largest superhero team, you'd think that things would go well, but everything is revealed when christmas rolls around.

warning - angst.

the gif and header I use isn't mine.

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

It was rare for the two teams to merge, but every December around Christmas time they would, and with you being the newest member of the Avenger gang. This would be your first-time celebrating Christmas altogether. You watched curiously as they all hung large socks along the fireplace, happy chatter filling the air. “What are those?” You tilt your head.

“Stockings.” You look at Natasha as she replies, “It’s a Christmas tradition where you put small presents inside the stockings of those you care for.” You nod, and your eyes light up. 

“Oh cool!” For the rest of the day you intently listen and observe to pick out the perfect things for them, and over the course of the next few weeks. You slowly begin to fill their stockings, your eyes would fall to yours and notice how empty it looked. But you had hope, there were still a few more days till Christmas and maybe they just haven’t gotten around to it yet. Except Steve walks in and you notice his hands are full, and how he puts a gift for everyone but you. It was as if you were invisible because he didn’t even look at you. “Oh…” 

You continue to splurge and buy everyone things they like, in hopes that you were wrong about them. You skip out of your room on the big day, excited for your first Christmas. When you enter the room, you notice everyone going to their stockings before their presents and expressing happiness with the items they received and with your own excitement, you head over to your stocking and it feels as though the world has stopped. Your stocking was still empty, you finally realised you really meant nothing to the team. You didn’t blame the X-men for not putting anything in because you had only just met them, but your own team? It hurt, you could feel the tears beginning to brim. 

You quickly blink them away before sitting down next to Jean and give her a soft smile, making sure to keep your emotions away from your face and thoughts. “How are you liking it here?” You gnaw on your bottom lip, turning your gaze to your team handing out their presents. 

“I don’t mind it, how about you? I heard this is your first Christmas?” You could see the questions lingering in her eyes, because anyone would question how you could never have a Christmas, but she never completely asks. 

You nod, “Yes, yes. It’s my first and I don’t know… It’s not what I thought it would be.” You stare off, not receiving any presents alongside the stocking. “I’m uh… I’m just going to go for a walk, I don’t feel so good.” You force a smile and get up, heading outside before you could break down in front of everyone. Once you head outside, you break down. You felt like you’d rather be back where you came from. At least your enemies didn’t forget about you. 

“They are all jerks.” You jump as you hear a gruff voice from behide you, you turn, locking eyes with the one and only Wolverine, a cigar between his lips and his eyes harshly set on you. “Not much of heroes when they brag about it every two seconds.” He pushes off the wall and moves closer to you, something catching your eye as the moonlight shines on his hand. 

You look and tilt your head, wiping your cheeks roughly, “What’s that?” Your mouth falls open when he pulls up a cute stocking decorated with glitter, filled to the brim with a small wrapped present resting at the top. “It’s so cute! Whoever it’s for is very lucky.” You give a soft smile, knowing no one would ever get you anything.

Logan shakes his head. “It’s for you, sweets. Those guys are arseholes, they don’t deserve someone as sweet as you on their team.” You feel your breath hitch as he growls, “Open it, honey.” He hands you the stocking and present, leaning against the wall and puffing on the cigar as he watches you open everything.

You gasp, “Oh my god! This is so beautiful, thank you!” You look at him with tears in your eyes as you open the present on the top, a small adorable wolf necklace sits inside the box. You move closer, awkwardly wanting to hug him but not knowing if that will cross a line. Logan raises a brow, placing the cigar between his teeth as he opens his arms. You launch forward and wrap your arms around him, not knowing how to express the feelings that are bubbling up inside. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darlin’, now why don’t you look inside the stocking. I had Jean and the other women help choose what we thought you’d like.” You look shocked, wondering why a team that wasn’t yours would care more for you than the one you are currently in. Logan reaches up and wipes a tear that falls down your cheek, “We take care of our own, Y/n.” 

Your bottom lip juts out as it wobbles, and you slowly reach inside, sobs escape you as you find everything you like and some new things you’ve wanted to try. “Oh my god…” You feel like you are loved and wanted, but then an overbearing sadness erupts throughout you as you realise that you are stuck with people who don’t want you. 

“That is not true, Miss L/n.” You turn and notice the whole X-men team are there, giving you soft smiles. “I have ordered for your things to be transferred. As Logan said, we take care of our own and you, Miss L/n are one of us.” 

All you could utter are the words thank you. Maybe your first Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

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[octuscle]

Studying has been so stressful lately ? Have you got something to help me relax ?

Thursday morning, 8:00 a.m. You park the old Toyota Prius that you took over from your mother in the student parking lot. Thank God it's the weekend soon, you think. But you don't feel like going to the microeconomics lecture right away. Integration of AI in the pricing of inhomogeneous markets. Unfortunately, you're not one of those nerds who can jerk off to the lecture notes. But you have to go through it now. Before you go in there, you surf through Instagram a bit. An ad for Chronivac TimeTravel pops up. It looks silly… Kind of like a role-playing game. You have to choose a character. You think about how your dad always raves about his college days. Maybe it would be cool if it was 1983. And if you were a bodybuilder. A stupid meathead. You choose that as your character. You'll worry about the rest later. Your lecture is about to start. And you still have to fight your way through the group of activists protesting against the climate policy.

The lecture is really too complicated for you. AI is a complex subject. But in combination with microeconomics? Whoever came up with that… You breathe a sigh of relief when the lecture is over. As well as you can with your face mask on. This pandemic is really exhausting. But it's good that at least there are lectures in presence again. This videoconference crap is really not mature yet. Next lecture is Spanish for Business. That's more your thing. The professor is really hot. Good motivation to go back to the workout later. You've been spending every free minute in the gym for two months, and you're starting to see results.

During the lunch break you sit with the lads from the wrestling team. Wrestling is not your thing. But the lads look like bulls. And you like that. You talk about the legalization of cannabis in Canada. That would be a cool thing here too. You've pretty much given up smoking and alcohol since you got into bodybuilding. But you don't think there's anything wrong with a little weed now and then.

At 4:00 p.m., university is over for you for the day. You sit down in the five-year-old VW Jetta that you took over from your mother. It's really embarrassing. You feel ashamed every time you drive it to the gym. Let's see, maybe you can at least put a cool matte black finish on it…

The workout was awesome again. You totally forgot the time. You're back in your car at 9:00 p.m. and drive to your dorm. You turn on the news while you prepare your dinner. China's Vice President Xi Jinping is appointed vice chairman of the Communist Party's military commission. The 57-year-old is seen as a potential successor to state and party leader Hu Jintao. Boring stuff… You certainly don't have to remember that name.

The alarm clock rings at 5:00 am. Breakfast. And off to the gym. The car radio is talking about a possible invasion of Iraq. Many of your buddies from the gym were in the army or navy… Their nerves are on edge. You can understand if you still have friends or family who might have to go to war. But 09/11 must be avenged!

Before university, leg training is the order of the day. You are proud of your colossal thighs. Many of your buddies only work out the upper body. You have the best proportions here. You've only been lifting iron for two years. But for you it's not a leisure activity, for you it's a religion.

You're just in time for your lecture. Game theory. You take your pad and pen and start taking notes. A laptop would be really cool right now. But you know four or five people on campus who have one. It's just incredibly expensive… But you won't need much longer for your bachelor's degree in sport management. Then you will hopefully be able to afford something like that. And hopefully also a new car. Your Jeep Wrangler is a cool car. But it's also eleven years old. Built in 1980… At least it gets you to the gym at 4:00 p.m. reliably.

Some dumbass turned on CNN instead of MTV on the workout floor. Some shit with the Soviet Union. Apparently everything is falling apart there and the former Soviet republics are forming a new union. Boring shit. Fortunately, someone quickly switches back to MTV. Good Vibrations with Marky Mark. Cool guy. But quite a weakling. You do a double bicepz pose in front of the mirror. You've been here every free minute for almost three years. Maybe you should be in one of those music videos.

After your workout, you wanted to go straight to bed. But it's Friday night. 10:00 p.m. The lads ask if you'd like to go to the late show of the new film with Michael J. Fox. Back to the Future. Why not. The movie's pretty funny, too. Time travel. Strange conception… But you like the idea…

Saturday morning, October 22, 1983. At 10:00 you're back at the Gym. On the way here, you've been listening to the radio about peace demonstrations in Europe. The Russki is once again threatening nuclear war. And we are stationing Pershings in Germany. Bonnie Tyler's "total eclipse of the heart" is playing from the speakers in the gym. Fuck the Russki and fuck the Germans. You're all about getting your muscles burning. At 2:00 p.m., your shift at the counter begins. Tonight you and your pals are going to wrestling. That would be a cool alternative. You as the new Hulk Hogan! But until that happens, you help out at the gym on weekends. And during the week, you'll drive a backhoe on a construction site. Hey, it's a cool life. You don't want any other!

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[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice - Doodle

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.

Word Court: 2770

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Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️

“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight. 

“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you. 

“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not. 

You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same. 

“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already. 

“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her. 

“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.

“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked. 

You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew. 

“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”

“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.

 “And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other. 

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger. 

“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention. 

“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment. 

“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease. 

“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.

“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.  

“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.

“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true. 

Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced. 

“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile. 

“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment. 

“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked. 

“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile. 

“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by. 

“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad. 

Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.

Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.

“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth. 

“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.” 

“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest. 

“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”  

“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly. 

“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.” 

You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken. 

You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger. 

“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint. 

“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later. 

A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking. 

“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully. 

“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb. 

“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance. 

“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.

“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats. 

“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes. 

“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up. 

“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over. 

“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye. 

“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass. 

“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups. 

“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.

“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.” 

“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.  

The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing. 

The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face. 

So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily. 

“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror. 

You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile.  You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified. 

The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.

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The Scarlet Witch's toy

pov: You’re a sorcerer at Kamar- Taj but instead of fighting The Scarlet WIitch you end up being seduced by her. 

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, degradation kink, mommy kink, pet names, pussy slapping, crying ( not negative )  being restrained, forceful grabbing, hickeys, praise, wanda manhandling you with her powers

word count: 2.3k

There you were, looking up to the sky and swallowing your spit. Perhaps if you haven’t read all the things about The Scarlet Witch prophecy you wouldn't be so terrified right now.  You always adored Wanda Maximoff, she was in your top favourite avengers. You found her hot and admired her for fighting on the team, however you weren't sure that was the same woman who looked down at everyone from above. You couldn't lie, you fantasized about her, and thought about what it would feel like to press your lips against hers, touch her skin, or have her touch you. It was at this time that you felt guilty for having all those thoughts, having to face the danger ahead.

 There was anger in the witch's eyes, but also confidence, in what she was about to do. You held up your shield as you watched her try to break through, and she eventually did so, destroying everyone and everything in her way. You had no choice but to run and hide inside, waiting for what was about to happen. 

You walked into an almost empty room, filled only with a few pieces of furniture and books to study, you tried to escape from the ashes and the screams of your former sorcerers. You sat down, letting your back roll down the floor, accepting defeat. You heard whispers coming into the room, but there was nobody there. The voice sounded familiar, the language was Slavic, and the tone hypnotizing. Suddenly the door closed and you got up, trying to figure out if someone had locked you in. You turned around, only to jerk up at seeing Wanda Maximoff. She looked beautiful, even like this, in the middle of a battle that she had already won. Her headpiece highlighted her cheeks so well, and the dark makeup brought out the green in her eyes. Her boots were full of dust and her fingertips were dyed black. “Wanda-” you tried to speak before her hand found a way to cover your mouth. “Shh…” she whispered, her head tilting, trying to see if someone’s breaking through the door, but nobody was. You thought of so many things to say, you’ve heard about her and Westview, and that she lost her children, and husband, everyone knew. You wanted to say something comforting, something that would help her heal but deep down you knew nothing you say would change her mind from what it was on at that moment. Her hand was still stuck on your mouth, it was like she was waiting for you to scream but you didn’t. She took her hand off. “Wanda, I-”- you said, trying to form a sentence, god she was intimidating up close. You saw a smirk form on her face, a spark of red in her eyelids disappearing, you wondered what she’s done.

 “I can read your thoughts,” she said, her voice cracking. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t, a part of you sympathized with her, despite all she’s done. “All of your thoughts,” she said, looking into your eyes. Suddenly you felt weak in your knees and you hated yourself for the feeling. “I-”  you didn’t know what to say, you wondered if she could have reached deep into your mind, seeing all the things you fantasized about. You felt yourself getting hot, wondered, if you were visibly blushing. She smiled, getting closer. It was like she was giving herself a break, from all the adrenaline and chasing others. “You’ve got quite the imagination,” she said, her voice turning into a whisper. “Wanda…” you murmured, swallowing your spit. “It’s not right, what you’re doing.” You managed to say, feeling satisfied that you’ve found a way back to your morality in all of this. She lifted her chin up, straightening her posture. “If something feels right, it most likely is,” she said, her hand grabbing your arm. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, making you feel weak once again. You wanted to disagree but your brain felt like it melted in her presence, you opened your mouth but nothing came out. The witch smirked once again, it felt like she was in your head, replaying your memories,  feelings, everything that included her. You wondered if she felt flattered, disgusted, or aroused. Her reactions were the only thing that answered your questions, her lips slightly lifted before coming back down.  

“Get on your knees” she whispered, her eyes finding yours. You knew she wasn’t using any magic on you but her presence made you want to do anything she said, without thinking about the consequences.  She was hypnotizing, even without actually hypnotizing somebody. You followed her instructions, dropping down to the floor. She looked down at you, running her thumb along your face, her touch made you forget about everything that was going on. She put her thumb inside your mouth, and you closed your lips, sucking it in. “That’s right” she whispered, you could tell she enjoyed this and wondered what she’d do next. You saw magic forming around the palms of her hands, creating an opening in her pants, she didn’t even take them off, just cut the material to reveal the part between her legs. She looked so hot, you couldn’t think of anything else, your mind was in total subspace, awaiting her orders. 

“Open your mouth,” she said, grabbing your head and pulling you closer to her. She practically sat on your face, holding onto your hair for support. You set your tongue on her clit, running it up and down her folds. You heard her moan and tilt her head back as you closed your eyes, and focused on the witch. You sucked her clit in, feeling her leave a mess on your face. She was so wet, and she seemed so touch starved. You wondered if she enjoyed being in control, knowing everyone will bend to her will. You wondered when was the last time someone touched her.  “Right there” she whispered and you sucked her clit in and circled it with your tongue. She almost suffocated you but occasionally leaned back, allowing you to take deep breaths in as you continued. Her moans sounded so soft and powerful, they made your whole body tingle. You kept going, not being aware of the time passing by. She chased your touch with her hips, pulling you closer. She didn’t announce when she was about to cum, she just did, you felt her muscles tense up in your mouth and saw her whole body shake. She gave you a satisfying smile, looking down at you with awe. “That’s a good girl,” she said, patting your head. You felt yourself get wet, at the smallest sign of praise.

 “Come here,” she said, lifting your chin. You got up, staring into her eyes, your mouth still wet. You saw her move her hand and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself pressed against the wall. Her magic was pinning you to it, red lights forming around your body. The witch began moving closer to you, studying your body. Her hands groped your chest, pinching your nipples, teasing them by rolling them back and forth. “Such a pretty girl” she said, you felt a heartbeat form between your legs, practically wanting to beg for her to touch you more.  She leaned in and gave you a kiss, her tongue running into your mouth, tasting herself off of it. Her hands slid down your stomach, finding a way into your pants. “You’re so wet,” she teased, her mouth stayed open and you could feel her breath on your lips. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? having your holes filled by mommy?” you heard her whisper as your panties dropped to the floor along with your pants. Her fingers entered your pussy and you saw her smirk as you closed your eyes at the sensation. “Fuck” you managed to whisper. Her grip was strong, she moved slowly at first, teasing you, you had a feeling she enjoyed doing so, seeing the corners of her lips lift. You felt her breath move to your neck as she moved her fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, she felt so good, being restrained by her felt so good, unlike anything you have imagined. “Stay quiet,” she said, increasing her pace, you felt your walls clench around her fingers. “You don’t want anyone to hear what a slut you are, do you?” she mocked you, and you only felt yourself getting more soaked. “Be good for mommy” she said, not stopping. You did everything you could to hold your moans in, letting them escape in the form of grunts as you clenched your teeth tight. “Let me cum” you managed to whisper, feeling your orgasm come and drift away as she changed her pace. “Please...” you added, feeling yourself get to the edge, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll let you cum when I want to,” she said, kissing your neck. You felt her suck on it violently and were sure that it would leave a mark. She kissed the side of it, moving down to your collarbones. Despite the teasing she quickened up her pace, making you a mess, your thighs were soaked, and you were ashamed of how wet she had made you. She was a villain you were supposed to be fighting after all. “That’s right,” she said, her voice satisfied, as she felt your muscles tense and watched your body tremble. You dropped down to the floor, her magic easing up the fall. You loved the look on her face, she looked so pleased with you, her eyes open wide. She watched you gasp for air as you sat on the floor, looking up at her.

 “I want to taste you,” the witch said, she dropped down to her knees, and spread your legs open with her magic. She looked up at you and you felt your heart stop for a moment, catching her stare. Wanda set her mouth on your clit, sucking it in. You’ve never felt as desperate as you did then, her tongue made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your thighs began to shake at the sensation. “Wanda-” you let out a soft whine, as you felt your body getting hot. Wanda's hands found a way to hold onto your thighs as she drew patterns on your clit with her tongue, moving her head up and down and side to side. You clenched your jaw again, not being able to hold back the moans, you wondered if someone had heard you, or if she placed a spell on the room, one that prevented people from locating her. She took her mouth off of you, just to slap your already sensitive pussy, you jerked up at the sensation, clenching your wrists tight. You were sure if there was something you could hold onto, you would’ve ripped it apart by now. “Quiet, be a good slut” she ordered, sliding two of her fingers into you. You nodded your head, tilting your head back. You couldn’t help but let your mouth open, letting out a soft whine. Wanda placed her mouth back on your sweet spot, moving her fingers in and out of you. You could barely handle it, the combination of your inner and outer holes being taken care of by her. You grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head closer to you. “Please” you whispered again, as you got lost in the feeling of her taking care of your body. She quickened up her pace, making your thighs tremble. You felt your whole body shiver and your muscles release as you cummed with her inside of you. You took your hand off her hair, tucking some of it being her ear, as you tried to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” Wanda said, coming closer to you to stroke your face. “I think I should make you my personal toy,” she said, smiling, a spark of evil running through her eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, running her fingers through your thighs, they still trembled at the sensation. “Answer me,” she said, grabbing your cheeks into her hands, and forcing you to look up at her. “Yes…”  you whispered, you wanted to kiss her, her lips looked so soft, glowing in the lighting. You moved closer, and desperately pressed your lips against hers, they tasted like you, and a mix of sweat and chapstick. You wrapped your arms around her neck and didn’t want to stop but you did eventually, as you tried to catch your breath. She smiled, stroking your face with her hands. “You’re such a cute thing,” she said, a smile forming on her face. She pulled you closer to her arms, and you laid your head on her chest, her hand stroking your hair. How could you not love her? where she seemed so lovable? Yet so cruel and mad at the same time. You looked for the good things in her to try and justify all the bad she’s done. You felt guilty for lying in her arms, but the guilt washed away as the comfort of her touch settled in. You wondered when she’d leave and if you’d ever see her again. 

Some time passed by, enough for you to be able to breathe normally, your body recovering from her touch. “I have to go,” she said, her voice low and husky. “No” you managed to say, quicker than you were able to think. You hated how pathetic you sounded, a sense of defeat in your voice. She caught your gaze, and looked into your eyes for a minute, caressing your hair. “This won’t be the last time I see you, I promise,” she said. You wanted to believe her so you did, but a part of you wondered if she was lying. “I have some things to take care of” the witch placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, giving you a tight hug. You wondered where she’d go next. She used her magic to create new clothes for you, covering up your lower body in newly made jeans. “I’ll see you again,” she said, getting up. You hated how losing her felt. You were too astonished to say anything, a part of you wondering if this is just some dream, a vivid imagination. You lifted your hand to wave at her, seeing her walk away. She smiled at you before doing so, and disappeared, not using the door. Your back pressed against the wall again, and you took deep breaths in, trying to recover from all that has happened. 

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Interrupting a white veil occasion | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Peter's childhood crush is going to get married to someone else...so he has to speak before it's too late

Word count: 1k

Request: Please do speak now x peter parker <3

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When Peter heard about the wedding — your wedding —, he swung his way to the top of the highest building in New York and screamed his emotions out. It felt good, but only for a few seconds. The wedding was still happening.

He couldn’t believe his friend who he had been in love with since childhood was marrying this other guy. Peter didn’t really know him, but he hated him. He hated every guy who dated you, which had caused some friction on your friendship over the years.

Like that time Peter purposely ruined your date with the swim team captain. He made up an emergency about someone trying to break into the Avengers tower, but the only person who did a bad thing that night was Peter by lying to you.

‘’He’s a player, he’s gonna break your heart.’’

That night, you made Peter promise to stop sticking his nose in your dating-life.

Swim team captain ended up breaking your heart as Peter had predicted, but Peter let you cry on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around you to stop himself from swinging to that jerk’s house and breaking his perfect jawline.

During the years that followed, there were so many times Peter wanted to confess his feelings to you, but everytime he would chicken out by fear of ruining your friendship. He’d rather love you in secret than lose you in his life.

‘’She’s getting married tomorrow,’’ Ned recalled as they were sitting in their shared apartment, watching the new Star Wars.

‘’Shut up.’’ Peter released a heavy breath. ‘’I'm trying not to think about it.’’

He didn’t say it to hurt Peter and push the knife deeper into his heart. Ned just wanted to remind him that it was happening. That the girl he loved was going to marry someone else tomorrow and he didn’t have much time left before it was too late.

‘’Maybe you should think about it. If you really love her, I think you should tell her….before she says ‘I do’.’’

Twelve hours later, Peter was putting on a suit and running to the place the wedding was held. He didn’t plan to go, but after getting a call from Tony Stark begging him to take his last chance and talk to you, Peter had no other choice but to come.

He didn't want to be a wedding-crasher, but as Tony and Ned had said, this was his last chance to get his girl.

‘’Dad, where have you been?’’ you said as your father opened the door of the room you were hiding in. You had been calling for your father for twenty minutes and no one had been able to find him, not even Pepper.

‘’I was…getting a drink. You know me!’’ Tony flashed you a smile, holding his glass of scotch.

You narrowed your eyes at him. ‘’I think you should slow down on the scotch, Dad. It’s not even 2pm.’’

He waved her off, taking another sip of his drink. ‘’It’s my first drink. It helps with the nerves.’’

You laughed softly. ‘’I’m the one getting married, I should be the one needing a drink for my nerves.’’

‘’I’m nervous about something else….’’ Tony said lowly. ‘’Please don’t be angry with me.’’ He stepped over as your face twisted in confusion, allowing Peter to step in. He was wearing a suit, but the jacket was missing and the shirt underneath had visibly not been ironed. ‘’I’ll just…leave the two of you alone,’’ your father said, then closed the door.

Peter was the last person you expected to see walking through those doors. He had responded ‘will not be attending’ on his invitation, which stung when you opened it.

‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’The last thing I wanted today was show up to your wedding, but Mr. Stark called and—’’ Peter interrupted himself, needing to get straight to the point now or else he’s chicken out for the very last time. ‘’Don’t marry him.’’

‘’Peter…’’

‘’Don’t say ‘yes’. Don’t marry him,’’ he repeated, stepping closer with pleading eyes. ‘’I am not the kind of guy who rudely barges in on a white veil occasion, but this guy that’s waiting for you at the altar is not the right one for you, Y/N. Even your father thinks so!’’

You rolled your eyes. ‘’My father thinks no one will ever be good enough for me.’’

‘’Up until twenty-three minutes ago, I was not planning on showing up. I was moping in my bed and cursing myself for not speaking up when I had time, but your father called me…and here I am. I love you, Y/N Stark. I’ve loved you since we met at the aquarium under the huge tunnel.’’

It was over ten years ago, but Peter remembered that day as if it was yesterday.

‘’You were there with your nanny and I was on a field trip with my science class. My feet got tangled and I tripped and you helped me up. We didn’t know each other, but when I took your hand and looked into your eyes, I thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.’’

A smile curled on your glossed lips as a light flush covered your cheeks. Thankfully, it was covered by makeup. ‘’You had glasses back then. And a missing front tooth.’’

Peter scrunched his nose. ‘’Yeah, it was a terrible look.’’

You laughed at the memories. His missing tooth was actually adorable. 

‘’I think you looked cute.’’

It was Peter’s turn to flush. 

If your groom-to-be were to hear or see you, he would throw a fit. The woman he was about to marry was verbally cheating with another men. 

Peter stepped in with shaky hands, your eyes on him. ‘’Please, don't marry him.’’

He wasn't asking you to marry him instead. That would be crazy and way too rushed. 

All Peter was asking was to call off the wedding. 

Your eyes filled with tears and you crumbled in the seat by the large mirror, at loss with your emotions. ‘’There’s hundreds of people out there waiting for me, Pete. I-I can’t not—’’

‘’I know,’’ Peter said, crouching before you, ‘’but these people also want you to be happy and you're not gonna be happy with this guy.’’ 

—

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[randomshyperson]

Heatwaves - Wanda Maximoff Drabbles

A/N-> Lost drabble about horny lovebirds who can't keep their hands off each other.

Warnings: (+18), smut, oral (Wanda r), fingering (Wanda r), bottom!Wanda, praising, teasing, semi-public. | Words: 816

General Masterlist | Wattpad | AO3

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She grabbed the counter tightly with one hand while the other was just as firmly in your hair.

Wanda was trying really hard to be quiet, biting her lips to hold the sounds in, her chest heaving as she struggled for air.

Your tongue was deep inside her, teasing and trusting beyond her folds, your face buried between her legs. 

She looked down to meet your gaze dark and full of mischief, both hands holding her open as you keep working your tongue inside her cunt, eating her out like your last meal. 

Wanda wasn't sure how you ended in that position - knees on the kitchen floor and head between her thighs - she was pretty sure the original plan was to make some food while the team was having a meeting.

Fuck, the team. Everyone is just next room, and you're curling your tongue in a way that makes Wanda whimper.

Your fingers replace your mouth for a second just so you can have the pleasure to tease your girlfriend.

"Better keep quiet there, witchy." You whisper, thrusting two fingers inside her in a precise motion that made her shudder. "You wouldn't want the guys to know what we're up to."

Wanda shakes her head, gasping for air with the approach of her orgasm. You move your mouth back to her, and the combined feeling of you sucking her clit and fingering her is enough for her to cry out, quickly letting go of your hair to cover her mouth.

She's so close, dripping in your tongue, her walls clenching and her legs giving up. So when the door of the meeting room starts to open, red magic closes it hardly.

You blink curiously for the noise, but Wanda's hand is back at your hair and you ignore Captain America's voice saying the door was stuck to focus on your girl again.

"Please, dorogaya, I'm so close…" she doesn't need to beg, her high coming the next second. Wanda arches her back, moaning to the ceiling and jerking her hips at your face. You swallow her juices with a hum of satisfaction, letting your tongue tease her until she tugs at your hair gently in a request to stop.

Just as you get to your feet, your mouth meeting hers in a heated kiss, the door opens.

You grunt slightly, hiding your face at her neck as the team members start filling up the kitchen, no one seemed to notice anything outside ordinary or unfamiliar with the display of affection you and Wanda always show.

"Behave." Wanda whispers as she kisses your cheek, legs still ticking after her climax. You pout, resting your arms at the counter as Wanda greets the others politely and goes back to cooking.

As she founds her spot next to you, watching the oven, your hand finds her inner thigh again. You smile as she shudders, a warning look in her eyes.

The counter covered your body, so for the Avengers at the dinner table, it would look like Wanda was just cooking and you're admiring her. But soon, the heat on her cheeks were not due to the oven.

Your fingers drew patterns on her warm, shivering skin, and Wanda had to bite her lips to hold back the sigh as they began to rise.

The sound of conversation made her tense, and your casualness in keeping your hand under her skirt while everyone else was around sent another wave of warm wetness to her core.

Stop. She warned mentally, the order making you look at her as your fingers stopped a few inches from her cunt. 

Or what? You challenged back because you noticed the way she was gripping the spoon tightly. Wanda sent you a death glare, but the pink in her cheeks gave her away and made you bite back a smile. 

She gasped as her fingers moved again, this time sliding over the remains of her previous orgasm and new wetness and teasing your way inside until her knees gave way. You firmed a hand around her waist, and Wanda was about to lean completely against you and give in to the sensation when someone walked up to the kitchen.

"Hey, lovebirds, what'll we have for dinner?" It was Nat, and with her, your touches stopped. Wanda almost fell over, but she held onto the countertop - and your hand settled even more possessively on her waist.

"Anything you make." You replied half breathlessly, and Nat raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you two were cooking..." Started the widow, but you were already pulling your girlfriend by the hand out of the kitchen. However, you wasted no time in commenting:

"Oh no, I'm gonna eat out." Your double-meaning response makes Wanda groan in embarrassment, but Natasha chuckles while rolling her eyes.

"Try not to make so much noise!" She teases last, but Wanda is no longer paying attention.

--//--

A/F/N-> Does anyone has drabbles (smut) ideas? I'm bored.

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[xoxobuckybarnes]

March 2024 Stucky Fics

Completed

Now! That’s What I Call 90’s Slow Jams (Rated: M, Words: 10K) by deadonarrival

Summary: Steve goes home for the wedding of Becca Barnes and while he’s there he runs into his old crush. Her brother. Except now they are both hot as shit. Oh no whatever will happen.

(You Can't Choose) What Stays and What Fades Away (Rated: G, words: 3K) by Taste_is_Sweet

Summary: At some point in everyone's life, the first words their soulmate will ever say to them will appear in deep black writing on their skin. The words fade to light grey when a soulmate dies. Sometimes new words replace them, whether they're wanted or not (These were the words Steve was born with, running in a messy, uneven line across his skinny little chest, beneath both his collarbones: You okay, pal? Those jerks didn't hurt ya too bad, did they? Steve woke up from the ice in 2011 with the words, Who the hell is Bucky? circling his heart, in printing so precise it barely looked human. Steve hated them.)

For Words to Say it Right (Rated: T, Words: 25K) by Squeaky & Taste_is_Sweet

Summary: Turns out when you're missing an arm, everyone asks are you okay? all the damn time. And when your soulmark is one of the most common questions in English, it's even worse. Generic soulmarks are a bitch.

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: M, Words: 111K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

The Simple Life (Rated: E, Words: 114K) by howler32557038

Summary: "The simple life." "You'll get there one day." "I don't know. Family, stability...The guy who wanted all that went in the ice seventy-five years ago. I think someone else came out." Bucky wants to be part of Steve's life. He wants to be an Avenger. He wants to be a good partner. Unfortunately, sometimes that means not telling Steve everything.

WIP

a league of our own (Rated: E, Current Words: 40K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter

Summary: Steve's sixteen-year-old son's one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve's high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn't thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There's really only one thing that can happen.

hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play) (Rated: E, Current Words: 81K) by buckyismybicycle / @buckyismybicycle

Summary: Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong. PS - you do not need to know hockey for this, I promise.

Every Me and Every You (Rated: E, Current Words: 60K) by deadto27 / @deadto27

Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He's getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve...well, it's best he doesn't think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he's trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away. ----- Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America. “You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now. “I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her. “Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice

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[michelleleewise]

Blue Dhalia

Pairing: Avenger Loki x jotun Female reader

Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, nightmares, angst, self hatred, poor self image, abduction, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Summary: you believe you had made some progress with Loki, as the team comes to you with a plan....

A/n-graphics by @harlequin-hangout. This next part inspired by my dear friend @vbecker10 's story "shadows of the Past." Thank you so so much!!! 💙

Part Five -- Part Six-

Loki lossened his tie, sliding the knot down sighing as the elevator climbed up. He hoped deep down you had already left, off to galavant around the universe with that complete idiot. The less he saw you the better. He had spent too long trying to move on from his past to be reminded of it everyday. Every time your soft skin touched his, the way your dark ruby eyes searched his, the deep blue of your skin reminding him of flowers in spring....he shook his head, trying to clear the images as the elevator dinged.

He walked out, sliding his jacket off freezing seeing your small form, lying curled in a ball by his door, a thin layer of frost on the carpet and wall around you. Furrowing his eyebrows he quietly walked past you, peering into the sitting room seeing no one. Did they leave her here he thought, looking back down at you. He opened his door, tossing his jacket on a chair, coming back out to the hallway he quietly opened your door before leaning down, lifting you into his arms. Your face nuzzling into his neck as he angled you through the door, careful not to wake you.

"Loookkiiii..." you groaned, pressing yourself further into him making him look down at you, your eyes still closed, your long eyelashes brushing gently against your cheek, you were dreaming. "Yes darling, I'm here." He whispered, shifting you in his arms to get you into the bedroom. "D...dont....go...." you sighed, rubbing your cheek against his chest making him smile. "I'm not leaving." He whispered back, walking to the side the bed, slowly lowering you down adjusting your head on the pillow as you rolled to the side hugging it. He walked to the closet, pulling a thin blanket out shaking out before gently laying it over you hearing you hum.

He carefully slid his hand under your pillow, genlty pulling your gloves off, stepping back setting them on the nightstand he looked down at you. "N..no...I don't want to..." you mumbled furrowing your eyebrows. "You don't want to what y/n?" He whispered leaning closer "mmm don't...I can't..." you mumbled again. "What can't you do?" He asked watching you grip the pillow tighter "cant..leave loki..." you sighed, bringing your knees up. Loki stood there staring at you you didn't want to leave him? He thought hearing a soft snor come from you. He reached his hand out, hovering over your head he hesitated before gently pushing your hair back with his finger tips "you can stay y/n, as long as you like." He whispered seeing you smile.

He walked to the door, checking the temperature as he switched the light off, glancing back at you before walking through your living room, stepping into the hallway carefully closing the door, his head jerking up hearing the elevator ding.. "Brother, there your are." Thor said smiling "sshh! Keep it down, y/n is sleeping!" He hissed as Thor stopped in front of him "my apologies, I only wished to ask if you would care to partake with me?" He asked holding up a small flask. "As long as you are quiet." Loki snapped, walking into his room, thor following closing the door behind him.

"Why didn't y/n go with your friends?" Loki asked slipping his tie from his neck "she did not want to, Mantis believes she needs more time to adjust, away from..." Thor trailed off sitting on the couch as Loki took the chair in front of him. Thor took a drink from the flask passing it to Loki "Norns I miss that." Loki sighed taking a large drink. "Tell me brother, I thought you hated our visitor. Would it not be better if she left?" Thor asked as they passed the flask back and forth "I...I do not hate her Thor." Loki said rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Then what is it? Because I knew she likes you, quite alot." Thor said wiggling his eyebrows "don't be a child Thor, she is simply enamored with me, that is all." Loki snapped taking another drink. "Mm..I don't know, you didn't see the way she looked when you left earlier." Thor said smiling.

Thor leaned forward pressing his elbows on his knees "Loki, all I am saying is maybe give her a chance." He said looking at Loki "she is a sweet girl, and you deserve to be happy." He said. "Thor..." loki groaned sitting back "ok, ok...I will stop, just...think about it yeah?" He said sitting back. "I shall...consider what you say." Loki said taking another drink. "Come brother, let's go play that game where you throw those sharp things at the board on the wall." Thor said standing up "it is called darts you oaf, and you know I will best you." Loki smiled standing up "we shall see after a few more drinks." Thor said nudging his side making him groan "lead the way." Loki said following Thor down the hall to the elevator glancing at your door as they walked past, remembering the look on your face as he left earlier, the ding bringing him back to now as he walked in, pushing the button to go down deciding he did have a lot to think about.

You sat at the counter, sipping your tea thinking about the last few days. Since the night you fell asleep in the hall and woke up in your bed Loki had been...softer was the best way you could put it. He talked to you more, granted it still wasn't very often but it was something. Occasionally you would catch him looking at you before he gave you a small smile and looked away. He seemed more patient, less angry. You weren't sure what happened but you didn't care, you loved spending time with him and would gladly accept any he offered.

You set your cup down, a smile spreading across your face remembering the other day as you sat on the couch looking at a book he had leant you when he came over, leaning over the back as his long arm stretched over you, explaining a certain part on the page. His long fingers following the words, his deep voice in your ear making your face heat up feeling his breath on your neck, looking up into his deep emerald eyes seeing him smile. You had never felt like this before, atleast that you could remember, but all you knew is you wanted to spend every minute in his company.

You heard the elevator, bringing you from your daydream as you got up, running to the hall. Loki had left yesterday on a mission and was supposed to be back today or tomorrow at the latest, deflating seeing Thor steeping out smiling. "Ah y/n, glad your awake, I need to speak to you." He said walking down the hall, stepping back seeing another man with him "its ok, this is Steve, do you remember him?" He asked as you looked him up and down "is he the one with the shield, with the star?" You asked seeing Thor nod "yes, he's the leader of the team." He said, clapping the man on the back. "Y/n, listen is there a way I could talk to you for a second?" The man asked as you nodded, leading them to the couch "i..is loki ok?" You asked sitting in the large chair by the window "oh yes, hes quite alright, he should be back tomorrow." Thor smiled sitting down.

"Listen, y/n the reason I wanted to talk to you was we just received Intel that HYDRA is operating a new base near by and we need your help." The man said as you looked down fidgeting with your gloves. "H...how can I help? I was only a prisoner, I don't know anything about them." You said looking between them. "Well see, that's the thing. They're still looking for you." He said looking at Thor "and we were hoping you could lure them out." He said looking back at you. Your heart sped up thinking about what they had done to you "y/n, it would be a simple in and out, and we'll be there to make sure nothing happens." He continued as you looked at Thor "w..will Loki be there?" You asked feeling your anxiety rise "no, we have to do this now and he will not return in time, but I will be there to ensure you are safe my lady." Thor said smiling again.

You looked to the floor, the thought of being trapped there again...the small cage you were kept in...the hunger you felt when you "misbehaved"...the heat..."i...umm...I don't know." You said shakely hearing your voice crack "please y/n, this is our only shot at this." The man asked watching you. "A..and I'll be ok...they won't take me?" You asked digging your fingers in your palm "no, they will not take you." The man said stenrly. "O..ok, I guess.." you trailed off as the man jumped up "Thank you y/n, we leave in 20 minutes, I'll get the jet ready." He said running to the elevator. "Do not worry y/n. Everything will be fine." Thor said standing up. You nodded, standing with him as you both walked to the elevator seeing him push the button.

You walked out where the jet was, seeing the other man in his bright blue uniform, his shield on his back waving you both over. You walked up the ramp, looking around sitting down in the closest seat "ok strap in, we'll be there in just a few minutes." The man said walking to the front as Thor sat down next to you. You looked up at him seeing him smile again "you do that alot." You said seeing him furrow his eyebrows "do what y/n?" He asked "smile...you smile alot." You said hearing him laugh "I guess I do." He said looking forward. "Where we are going there is alot of activity. We are going to have you walk down the street, getting their attention. We are confident one of them will follow you and we will capture them." Thor said, your stomach flipping as the jet took off.

You weren't sure how long you sat there when you felt the jet touch down. "Ok y/n, has Thor gone over the plan?" The man asked walking back to you "yes, he did." You said standing up "any questions." He asked hitting the button for the door "no...I don't think so." You said as you walked down the ramp "I will not be far y/n." Thor said coming up next to you. You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around your middle you slowly walked towards the center of town, glancing over your shoulder seeing the ramp close. "It's ok y/n, you can do this, put this in your ear so I can hear you." Thor said patting your shoulder handing you a small black device as he walked ahead of you, making it to town before you.

You made it into town, slowly walking down the sidewalk you put the device in your ear hearing thors voice "can you hear me y/n" he asked making you glance around "y..yes, where are you?" You asked walking down the sidewalk "I am across the street, your doing fine just keep going." He said as you looked ahead, seeing a few people staring at you making you shiver. You turned, looking into the window of a shop when you heard a loud boom behind you, looking back seeing a ball of fire and smoke across the street "run y/n..." Thors voice crackled in your ear "it was a trap, get back to the jet!" He yelled as you turned around, ready to run when two large hands grabbed your shoulders

"well well, hello snowflake." The voice sending a shock through you, freezing you in place as you looked up seeing the man in the white coat "I've missed you." He purred griping your arms tighter, looking over your shoulder as you felt a jolt of pain in your neck, your vision blurring as your knees weakened "don't worry snowflake, we'll be home soon....take her." He said as your body went limp, feeling someone lift you up as darkness consumed you.

Thor stormed off the jet, Steve running to catch up "you told me she would be fine, you assured me.." Thor said wrenching the door open stomping down the hall. "I thought she would be!" Steve yelled behind him as Thor hit the button for the elevator. "Yes well, what are we going to do now?" Thor asked stepping inside hitting the button "we will find her Thor, don't worry." Steve said standing next to him. "What if something happens to her?" Thor asked looking at Steve. "It's going to be ok, we will get her back, I swear." Steve said sternly "easy for you to say, you do not have to explain this to Loki." Thor sighed rubbing his temples. He walked out of the elevator heading to his room, he had no idea what he was going to tell Loki and less then a day to figure it out....

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[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Two

A/N: Another Repost, looks like I'll be able to upload once a day (if I get my break)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Words: 676

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

After a while of humming and the gentle movement of the plane, Lillith drifted off into slumberland again. I had no idea how she could do it-it took me forever to fall asleep. And even then, it was even harder to properly fall asleep and not get jerked away by a laundry machine or any small noise my old apartment had made. 

I just held her and rested my head against the wall, resting. Today was a bit tiring. I never get good sleep anymore, not with her to worry about, and my nightmares and the hypervigilance that had never turned off once I joined my first firefight in the US Marines when I was twenty. 

So young still, yet so old. 

I closed my eyes only to be jerked awake again when I saw images of her on the floor again. It wasn’t even two minutes since I closed my eyes, yet in that time my breath rate had picked up. Lillith was stirring on my chest, and I gently slid her off and onto the floor next to me, using my backpack as a pillow for her. I readjusted my leather jacket and brought my knees to my chest. 

I leaned my chin against them, trying not to fall asleep. I studied the people around me until my eyes were blurry. I was so tired. I only slept a few hours last night, less the night before. I groaned and put my head in my arms, resting them on my knees. I tried to think of anything else besides her lying on the floor, covered in blood. 

I was expecting tears to fall, as they usually did along with sobs. I hated crying in front of people-Hydra had told me over and over and over and over again that emotions are a weakness. 

Instead of the usual sadness and sobs that hurt my diaphragm, I was met with anger. Anger. That’s the main emotion I felt when I walked into camp that day. Anger. The bodies of my team-my family- lay strewn around the room like some fucking halloween decor in the middle of April. It wasn’ until I reached our shared quarters did I realize that they got to you. 

“We need to stop to refuel at the next base. We’ll be landing in five minutes, and wheels will be up in ten after that.” spoke one of the pilots. 

I brought my head out of my arms and looked to Lilith, who was sleeping so peacefully. 

How could I, a monster of rage, bring this life into the world? I am anger, so much anger…

I looked to Clint, who was watching me with a worried expression. 

I felt the quinjet start to descend, and I got up off the floor. 

“Can you watch her please?” I asked him. He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but I walked to the back of the plane just as it landed. The bay doors opened and I walked off, trying to find the nearest restroom. 

After getting directions from one of the agents refueling the jet, I walked towards it. I noticed a certain red-head following me. I quickened my pace and kept going. 

As soon as I got in the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it. I went to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. I looked up at myself, the water dripping off my face and before I knew it, my fist was through the mirror. 

I gasped, and took my hand away, watching some shards fall into the sink. I shook my head, and put my face in my hands and repeated over, and over, and over, and over

“She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.” 

I pulled my hands away and took several deep breaths, reminding myself that my daughter needed me. She needed a mother. 

I opened the door and walked back to the quinjet, oblivious to the fact that Natasha had heard the entirety of what had happened, and had seen the aftermath. 

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha x reader #mama #miscfandomwrites #marvel #marvel x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x mom! reader #avengers x reader

[tikus-library]

"FUBAR"

Avengers AU - Chapter 9

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Posted: Feb 17th

WARNINGS: team building? Bonding? Alcohol & cursing, mentions of breakup, flirting, more cursing...

A/N: I know it's been a minute since I updated anything and I'm super sorry. Still struggling with my one brain cell and hating everything, but I think this chapter is solid. Sorry. Thank you for putting up with me if yall are still here.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved. 

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work** 

“Boss! Didja come for me?”

Brock grinned as she slammed into his side, arms wrapping around him before she jerked back, “Jack was busy,” he answered, sobering before her gaze returned to his face. Stepping back and ruffling her hair before turning on his heel and walking away, saying nothing about the sudden contact and the way it made his chest feel. He had seen her become more physical with the others and she was constantly under his fucking boot but this was the first time… Elliot and Joshua were more than comfortable draping an arm around her small shoulders Kevin constantly draping his larger body on her smaller frame with no complaint from her.

“Resistance and endurance training” Jack had muttered when he'd caught Brock staring one day

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#fubar #chapter 9 #brock rumlow #brock x oc!reaper

[willowlark369]

Interesting Reminders

Always fun times when the Team Treason trolls come onto old posts to complain that not everyone ignores canon like they do.

Anyway, here’s a few reminders of canon, in case it’s been a while since you’ve watched the older MCU stuff (Phases 1 & 2):

Tony Stark was not the one selling weapons to terrorists. That was Obadiah Stane, who was so convinced that Tony wouldn’t agree that he tried to kill him multiple times. He also wasn’t a “war profiteer”. That term has an actual definition which he does not fit.

Steve Rogers has never been an officer and was actually discharged from the army as a private. “Captain America” is a stage name. Arguing over who gets to use it after Rogers died makes as much sense as arguing over who should get the nickname “the King”.

Natasha Romanoff knows less than nothing about psychology. She was also a shitty friend and an even shittier sister. (Yelena deserved better.)

Thor is actually a sexist jerk. His “support” of women ends with what they can do for him personally and not because he believes women are equal to men.

“Ultron” existed in the Mind Stone prior to the Scepter coming into the Avengers’ possession. Tony Stark & Bruce Banner never installed that existing program into anything nor did that program access the program that they wrote but couldn’t get operational.

Wanda Maximoff is a terrorist, of her own admittance. She voluntarily worked for Hydra, knowing they were Hydra, and never showed any remorse for having done so. In the MCU, she is also a white Christian, not a Jewish Roma.

The Accords were about accountability and holding superheroes to the same protocols as other martial forces potentially crossing sovereign borders, regardless of SHIELD using them as an excuse to continue their Index protocols.

What a great way to come out of a holiday celebrating violence, huh?

#Magi's Thoughts #Texty Mess #Marvel/MCU #Anti Team Cap #Because of Canon & Logic #Haters Gonna Hate #Reasons to Block People

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

Together Forever - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/n can see dead people

Warnings: death and sacrifice, some swearing

Words: 2.3K

A/N: canon is whatever i want, fuck the timeline, enjoy!

You stared at the mission report on the coffee table, twirling your pen idly around in your fingers. It was a report on your latest mission, one you went on with Steve and Natasha, both of which were in the lounge room with you, along with the other Avengers. Wanda and Vision were talking together, and Sam was having a discussion with Bruce while Tony tinkered away at something.

Wanda, Pietro, and Vision had been on the team for quite a few months now. Wanda and Vision were friendly with the entire team now, however they mostly spoke to each other and you. Pietro, on the other hand, pestered you and only you day and night. You didn’t mind, as you’d been in love with the speedster for quite a few years now. You’d been at Hydra with him and formed a close bond, one that you hoped one day could turn into something romantic. You were able to form bonds with the Avengers as well, but no one else seemed to talk to Pietro.

You put the pen to paper and began to write as something zoomed past you. You looked up to see Pietro leaning against the wall, looking at you with a big grin on his face. You frowned at him, seeing the mischief in his eyes, before he started running around, causing havoc.

“Dude!” you complained, a smile on your face. “I’m trying to concentrate!”

Steve looked over at you before glancing at Natasha, whose observation was already trained on you.

“Sorry to distract you, Princessa,” he said, his grin growing.

“Shut up, Pietro,” you laughed, rolling your eyes.

Silence filled your ears as everyone around you stopped what they were doing, all turning to look at you.

“Did you – did you just say… Pietro?” Wanda whispered, her eyes going wide and glossy with tears.

“Yeah…” you said, confused. “He’s right there.”

You jerked your head in Pietro’s direction, and everyone pivoted their heads, searching for Pietro. All of their gazes landed around him or on the furniture beside him, but no one seemed to see him.

“No… he’s not,” Natasha said, concern lacing her voice.

“Yes, he is,” you said, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m looking at him right now.”

“No, Y/n,” Pietro said sadly. “They’re right.”

You cocked your head at him, confusion evident on your features. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

Was this some sort of joke? Were they pranking you right now? You looked at Pietro with a questioning glance, and then back to the Avengers. Tony was the one to speak.

“Pietro died, Y/n,” Tony said gently. “Against Ultron, remember?”

You looked at Wanda, hoping that she’d sense your distress and call off whatever ridiculous prank this was, but she simply cast her gaze downwards, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. Your entire body went numb, and memories you’d locked away threatened to spill over. You looked at Pietro, who had tears in his eyes.

The dam burst, and flashes of robots appeared in your mind, a jet and bullets. A flash of Pietro, bullet wounds peppering his body. You vaguely remembered screaming as he fell to the ground, feeling your entire world fall apart.

“No,” you whispered, your head turning from Pietro to the rest of the group. “No, no, no!”

“I’m sorry, Princessa,” he choked out.

“If – if he’s – dead,” you said, stumbling over the words, “then why – why can I see him? He looks as real as any of you.”

The group looked at each other warily, before Vision began to speak.

“There is a possibility that you are hallucinating,” he offered. “Hallucinations can occur when one experiences a traumatic event.”

You looked at Pietro again in disbelief. He didn’t look like a hallucination – he looked as real as anything, as real as you.

“You’re not hallucinating, Y/n,” a new voice said. “You’re a witch.”

Everyone turned to face the newcomer. He was a person you’d met very briefly in an Avengers meeting – Doctor Stephen Strange. He was a sorcerer and a master of the mystical arts. He had orange magic and cast spells, including the one that allowed him to enter the tower undetected.

“How did you even get in here?” Tony asked, curiosity plastered across his features.

“That is unimportant,” Strange said, waving a hand. “I’m here to tell Y/n to let Pietro go.”

“Why?” you asked immediately, standing up. “Why can’t he stay?”

You looked at Pietro desperately, searching his face. He was searching your own with the same intensity, but with something that gave you the feeling that he was trying to memorise your face, not find a way out of this.

“Keeping him here will only cause you both more heartache,” Stephen said softly.

“But… I love him,” you said, your voice cracking.

“Please let me go,” Pietro murmured, his face falling.

“I don’t want to,” you whispered, stepping towards him.

You took his hands in your own, looking into his eyes. But he looked down and away, not meeting your eyes.

“Please, let him go,” Stephen repeated.

“I love you, Y/n,” Pietro said, cupping your face in his hand. “But it is time to let me go.”

And suddenly you felt it. The invisible, magic string that connected the two of you – the string that held him here, on Earth, with you.

Please let me go. You closed your eyes, tears falling down your face. Pietro kissed the top of your head, pulling you into a hug. You sniffled, pulling back and placing your hands on his face. You wished you could make this moment longer, stay here stuck in time with Pietro forever, but you knew deep down that you had to let him go.

“Goodbye, Pietro,” you whispered.

He leaned his forehead against yours, and you felt him shimmer and fade away, his soul departing from this world.

And then you collapsed to your knees, grief overwhelming your senses.

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Seven years later

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You looked around at the new planet, purples mixing together with pink to create a somewhat gloomy and yet beautiful glow. It reminded you of the magic you possessed.

You had possessed your purple magic since Hydra had experimented on you, but you had only learned how to use it properly with the help of Doctor Strange. He helped you a lot after telling you that Pietro hadn’t actually been alive, but in your grief you’d accidentally summoned his soul to come and rest with you. Your magic had also created a block in your mind, making it impossible for you to access the memories of his death. After some time, you’d been able to remove that block, and now, seven years later, his death haunted your dreams much less than they used to.

“Ready?” Natasha asked from beside you.

Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you nodded determinedly. You were here to retrieve an Infinity Stone – the Soul Stone to be precise. You were going to bring it back to the rest of the Avengers in order to bring everyone back from the dust. 

You, Natasha, and Clint made your way to what looked to be some sort of mountain. You climbed it together, helping each other up here and there.

“I bet the racoon didn’t have to climb a mountain,” Natasha complained.

“Y’know, I don’t think he’s technically a racoon,” Clint corrected. 

“He eats garbage. He’s a racoon,” you said.

Natasha smiled slightly and Clint rolled his eyes.

“Welcome,” an unfamiliar voice said.

The three of you immediately got into defensive positions, Natasha pulling out a gun, Clint pulling out his sword, and you wreathing your hands in your purple magic. A cloaked figure floated towards you, their tattered, black robes flowing in the wind, and ending in dark smoke.

“I assure you, you have nothing to fear from me,” the figure said, their voice echoing strangely.

“Creepy,” Clint muttered.

“Natasha, daughter of Ivan,” the figure greeted. “Clint, son of Edith. Y/n, daughter of (your/father).”

“Creepier,” Clint muttered again.

“Who the hell are you?” you growled, your magic growing brighter.

“You can consider me a guide,” the figure said, “to you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good,” Natasha said sarcastically. “You tell us where it is and we’ll be on our way.”

The figure removed their hood, and you froze as you saw a face you’d only seen in history textbooks. The Red Skull.

“Oh, liebchen, if only it were that easy,” he said.

You looked at him curiously, as did the other two, but you followed him to the top of the mountain, where a semicircle was carved into the side of it. All three of you peered over the edge and into the long, long drop.

“What you seek is in front of you,” Red Skull said. “As is what you fear.”

“The Stone is down there?” Natasha asked.

“For one of you,” Red Skull confirmed. “For the other... The Stone demands a sacrifice. In order to take it, you must leave behind that which you love. A soul for a soul.”

The three of you looked at each other in slight alarm. The Red Skull stood waiting, so you gestured for the other two to move a bit away, so that you all might be able to discuss what to do.

“Maybe he’s full of shit,” Clint said hopefully. “Maybe he has it, tucked away in those creepy robes of his.”

“I don’t think so,” Y/n murmured. “I – I could feel the other stones, back when… when…”

Memories of the battle in Wakanda flooded your mind, memories of those who had dusted creeping back. You pushed them away.

“I agree with Y/n,” Natasha commented. “Thanos left here without his daughter, and with the stone. You think that’s a coincidence?”

You looked over the edge and a sense of clarity washed over you. You knew what had to be done.

“Whatever it takes,” you murmured.

“If we don’t get the Stone, then billions of people are going to stay dead,” Natasha said quietly.

You looked back at the two Avengers, the two people who were a part of your family. Two of the people who had become dear to you, become your home. You grabbed both of their hands in yours and smiled weakly at them.

“Save the world for me, okay?” you whispered.

They both looked at you, shock and fear on their faces.

“You’re not the one who’s doing this, Y/n,” Clint said.

“You have a wife and kids, Clint!” you exclaimed. “And Natasha, you have a sister, and parents! I have no one! It only makes sense for it to be me!”

“We’re not going to let you die,” Natasha snapped.

You looked at Clint and Natasha, the two people who had become so dear to you, and you readied your magic.

“You don’t have a choice,” you said firmly.

You pushed them both back with your power, causing them to fall over. For good measure, you used your magic to hold them down, purple wisps running over their bodies.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I love you guys.”

You turned and ran to the edge, ignoring the burning in your heart. You were afraid to die, but you weren’t afraid to keep your family alive, to make this sacrifice. You heard them call your name over and over, pain evident in their voices, but you pushed yourself forwards, leaping from the edge of the cliff.

As you fell, memories filled your mind. Memories of your friends, your family, those you hoped your sacrifice could bring back. But even in this moment, as you fell to your death, you thought of Pietro, and how much you missed him. And that you were glad that he was dead, so that he wouldn’t have to feel the pain of you leaving him.

Your body collided with the ground, and you felt an unbearable amount of pain for a split second before everything went dark.

Light suddenly flooded your senses, and you stood on the edge of a cliff, this one much different from the one you’d previously jumped off of. It looked over a beautiful valley, green hills rolling in the distance, skies as blue as you’d ever seen them.

Where am I? You thought to yourself. Why don’t I feel dead?

“Princessa?”

The voice came from behind you and you froze as you recognised it. Your breaths came out quicker and tears began to well in your eyes as you turned around to face the owner of the voice.

Pietro looked only slightly older than when you’d seen him last. His silver-blond hair was windblown, likely from running, and his eyes were still the stormy blue you’d previously spent hours looking into.

“Pietro,” you sobbed, running and flinging yourself at him.

He caught you in his arms and hugged you tightly. You did the same, promising yourself to never let go, no matter how long you lived. But were you alive? What was even happening? Was this some sort of dream? You’d had dreams like this before, Pietro coming back, or never even really dying, but this seemed so much more real than a dream.

Pietro pulled away slightly, just enough to see your face.

“What are you doing here?” he breathed, his eyes searching your face.

“Where – where is here?” you asked hesitantly, looking around.

You’d been too busy with the sight of Pietro to take in the golden palace behind you. It stood hundreds of feet tall and glistened in the sunlight.

“This is Valhalla,” Pietro revealed.

You looked around in awe, seeing the birds flying and chirping. You could distantly hear the clash of steel on steel, and the sound of laughter.

“You died a brave death to get here,” Pietro told you quietly. “And now we can be together forever.”

You looked at Pietro, the love you lost, only to be found again in death. You smiled at him and cupped his face, tears lining your eyes.

“That sounds nice,” you whispered.

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Exhaustion’

Dr Strange x fem! Avenger! reader

SMUT SMUT SLUT SMUT

im so tired, i’m sorry if its shit pls bare w me.

omg Stephen and you stuck in a cabin forced to get along…God knows what’ll happen.

MDNI leave nooooooow.

'Stephen,' You stifled in warning and surprise, slinging your bag onto the bedroom door, 'why is there only one bed?'

He rushed to see if you were jerking his leg, to see if you were actually telling the truth and not sneaking around like a cat in the dark. He rolled his eyes and groaned as his feet found his place in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes rolled at the sight infront of him and he let out a low exasperated groan.

'I'm just gonna make a quick call." He whisked away as fast as he came, your heart was littered with goosebumps and a shiver ran a course between your shoulder blades. You heard the richness of his voice as he buzzed against the landline phone.

'Tony, your attempts to make me play house with everyone on the team is all in vain and a waste of time. You're not that idiotic are you?' Stephen winced as the phone was nestled against his ear, his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in a fit of frustration. His patience was wearing thin at Tony, trying to make him play nicely with everyone on the team just to torture him.

'I'm going to ignore the fact you called me stupid because I'm that generous. This all started with your inability to get along with any of us, so therefore you're reaping what you're sowing thus it is actually not my fault. See the equation?' Tony snorted back at him.

'Here's what I don't understand,' Stephen let out a dry sarcastic laugh, 'for all the others you've made me stay in the safehouse with so we could 'get along' there were two beds. Two. So why is there only one with Y/N?'

Tony huffed a laugh against the phone.

'Uhm, becuase you don't give goo goo eyes to anyone else but her. I have this feeling that she's the one that can fix you for me.’

'Fix me?' Stephen raised an eyebrow but he wasn't denying Tony's goo goo eyes comment.

'Dear God, you need to get laid.' Stephen could hear the humour play on Tony's breath, and it made him annoyed as well as self conscious. Way too self conscious about something he shouldn't even be entertaining or thinking about.

'You took our phones away, what the hell are we supposed to do for a weekend? '

'Sex. Hate-sex. ' Tony stated briefly before hanging up, Stephen heard the death of the line and felt his eye twitch after hanging up the landline.

He was frenzied and stormy, Stephen was fiddling with his fingers which he never usually does probably because he was alone in a cabin with you. He never worked in a team, never due to the pompous demeanour of his ego and his inability to harbour empathy for people he didn't like but you were more than willing to challenge him, play at his final game. The others just moaned and groaned in frustration at him and his ministrations but you playfully insulted him, no holding back, going right for the jugular when he least expected it. He couldn't help his feelings be hurt a little and he didn't like that you had the ability to do that.

And now he was here alone with you, he hadn't really dabbled with the idea of fucking you, he was slightly intimidated if anything but you could see right through him; the flaws that he was too blind to see. Tony lodged that thought into his head now and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he tried to push it out of his mind.

Stephen went back up the stairs and he found you sitting at the edge of the bed in the bedroom. You were absolved in your own thoughts, quiet in a way he'd never seen and it stunted him. You were chewing at your lip and it piqued his interest. You were rubbing your hands atop of your thighs as if you were...impatient. He cocked his head to the side and psychoanalysed you as he does with everyone else since he had full view of you now.

Pretty. Really pretty. Pretty eyes, magnetic eyes. Lips. Kissable lips.

No. Not now. Not ever.

You were knocked out of your daze when you saw Stephen's frame by the door.

'So what'd the asshat say?' You quipped with a monotonous tone.

'One bed, gave no reason as to why.' He lied and again he feared you saw through him once again. He feared that a sweat was about to break free from his forehead when you squinted your eyes and raised an eyebrow.

You gazed up at Stephen with big doe eyes, your thoughts were running rampant with all of these outcomes. Sleeping on the same bed? No way.

'Ever slept with a real life woman before?' You crossed your arms as you questioned playfully, pondering upon socially forbidden grounds when it comes to a man you don't consider even an acquaintance.

'Yeah, lots. Made them cry in pleasure and die from exhaustion.' His mouth was forming words on their own, he didn't mean to have his voice sound as low as it did but it just happened.

You recoiled an inch until an awkward smile appeared on your face due to the misinterpretation of your question, of course he thinks he's the shit in bed. You secretly didn't expect anything else.

'I meant sleep as in sleep next to a woman.' You clarified. Stephen should be embarrassed but if anything he was feeling confident, he didn't know where this sudden surge came from but he was tapping into it.

He hadn't given in that easily, ever.

'No, no woman has ever interested me enough for me to actually stay the night.’ A massive dumbass smirk encased his face and you wanted to kick it in.

'You sure you even like women at this point Strange? Is it because you constantly lose to women such as myself?' You played your hand at flirting by disgusing it as an insult. It was fun playing this game, it's the most fun you've had with another Avenger and you were feeling your oats.

'You're unbearable.' He shot back at you with creased eyes.

'And your insults are lukewarm at least. It's almost as bad as your Avenging. Come on, what happened to you being the cold and mean big bad of the team?' You teased, mimicking the same facial expressions. You stood up and finally made your long awaited way to him.

On a whim, he immersed himself in that goal. He cqn play at the insulting game.

'I think you're a spoiled daddy's girl who doesn't take no for an answer and expects every man to sleep with her, sorry I mean fuck you because spreading your legs are easier than admitting you have no real asset or skill whatsoever.' Stephen's sly cheshire cat smile and the roaring insult made your breath halt.

Damn, but playing along is easy for you too.

'Misogyny, Doctor? Well, I think you couldn’t tell your face from your ass even if it was plastered in Times Square. " You inched closer, ‘'I think the Sanctity of Life means nothing to you, you only share your gospel of goodness onto other people so you can convince yourself that you own the moral fucking highground and that your moral compass is more intact than any of ours.’' inching closer again, ‘'You've killed people but you try to convince yourself that you're still a Doctor that wants to save people from death well guess what..? You're an Avenger now- casualities happen.’’ You inched for the final time. '’You wave around your doctorate as if it means anything to anyone, if anything I think your doctorate is compensating for something that you lack.'’ Your eyes cast down to where his dick was, you were so close to him your eyes connected like an unbreakable chain. An unbreakable bond.

'Hm.' He smirked as he let out a short exhale from his nose, staring down at you as if you were gratifying him of sorts which confused you.

"Struck a nerve?' You questioned lowly, he wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not but it made his mind whirr in ways he hadn't stretched out before.

"Teach me then.’

'What?'

'Teach me to be a good Avenger then since you're so good at it.' He responded in an abnormally soft tone and it internally stunned you as well as confused you. He was asking you to teach him, the man that was furiously independent wanted your notes on how to be better.

You jumped at the opportuntity to give it to him.

'Fine.' You swiftly made your way past Stephen, giving him incentive to follow you down the stairs, and like the 'obedient' man he was he traced your steps along with you. He hated the way you hypnotized him, your smart mouth was something admirable as well as annoying.

'I could really hurt you, you know." He sucked at his teeth in prolonged frustration as you both found yourselves in the living room. Swivelling around, your eyes radiated a dangreously playful yet warm and welcoming glow.

He knew a plan was devising in your head, the cat chasing after the mouse.

'You're pretty shit at combat Stephen. Let's not sugar things up and beat around the bush.' You voice was laced in blatant sarcasm; this man was so full of himself in every aspect in life and you decided to make it your own pesonal mission to knock him down a peg or seventy two.

You had noticed his small smirks when he thought you weren't looking and you found it very odd considering he despised every single member on the team, it perked you up a little. Maybe he was bringing out a new side of himself. And it was towards you.

'You wound me.' He pouted in faux mockery, you were stunned by his playful attitude and the fact that he was finally beginning to loosen up, the knots binding his ego were starting to unwind. If you said that to him infront of the others he would have started yelling at you and you would have both butted heads with steamed ears entertaining a screaming match.

Without hesitation, you swung at him with a fist and he instinctively ducked.

'Show me then, show me that you can't get your ass beat by me." You breathed with a smug smile splitting your smug face in half. He hated that you were so pleased with yourself and so ready to prove yourself right, but what he hated the most was how hot you looked doing it.

'Your own stupidity is gonna get your ass beat actually.' He tutted at you like a condescending parent.

He swung a fist at you first this time and you dodged it with ease. You grasped at his outstretched fist and twisted his arm enough that made you travel to the back of him, your front facing his back. He winced in pain and to top it all off you kicked the back of his knee and he dropped to his knees on the floor.

'Fuck.' He groaned softly and under his breath, to say that it caught you off gaurd was an understatement. His voice. So deep and...attractive. Your surroundings went blurry as your eyes unfocused, you grip on him loosened.

He lit up at the feeling and stood up and elbowed you in the face a lot harder than he meant to.

Your pained grunt snapped him back to reality and he felt an overwhelming wash of guilt course through him. Stephen turned to console you and absolve himself of fault. Your hands covered your nose and the skin of it made your groans buzz and muffle.

'Oh shit, I'm sorry I did that way too hard. Let me see, is it bleeding?'

He said softly, his eyes pleading blue. His hands were placed on the sides of your arms

Annoyance haywiring through you, you shook his hands off of you and you started mumbling as you made your way to the bathroom to check if you had broken it or not. Without warning, you felt a latching and a quickfire tug on your waist. Stephen conjured an orange fuzzy Eldreich whip with a quick quirk of his fingers and made it latch onto your waist, he tugged it back a bit and it made you clumsily twirl back into his arms.

In a swift daze, the world went blurry until the only thing you could view was Stephen's stern yet worried face. It took you a while to notice that your hands rested up on his forearms to steady yourself. A surpised exhale exited your mouth, your eyebrows creased and knitted in confusion.

Your heart dropped into your lungs as his hands were placed on your waist, the whip finally dissapating into thin air to whence it came.

'I said let me see.' He clarified with the same stern tone as his same stern face. Stephen lifted his hands to touch tenderly upon your face to inspect your injury. You weren't sure if you were red because of the hit or red because of the heated blush that was readily expectant on your skin.

'It's fine Stephen.' You tried to wriggle your way out of his hold but you were stifling against him, as you felt his stare boring into you…you finally made eye contact with him once more. You blinked up at him dumbly and his hands found hospice on your waist again, your breathing became more shallow and laboured. His eyes flitted to your lips and how the parted for him so readily and you began to melt into him, your body had a mind of its own.

Stephen was done fighting the urge to kiss you to make you shut up. He felt that gravity was collapsing beneath him and the air in the atmosphere felt thicker than before. Every breath, every pupil dialation was palpable by you both. Stephen's gaze darkened and you felt more seen than ever

'You okay?' He whispered.

'No.’

You had more balls than him and made that clear by leaning in first. Your lips shattered against his and no hint of finesse was found in your midst, he mirrored your eagerness and you opened your mouth for him to taste at. And like clockwork, he did. You tasted like cherries, no doubt due to your incessant chewing of gum and he revelled in the sheer sweetness of it all. His tongue discovered a new flavour, you. And it instantly became his favourite. Your hands carded through his hair and tugged slightly making him breathe into your mouth.

You ripped your lips away from Stephens to take a much needed breath. Eyes still screwed shut, your foreheads rested against one another.

'Aren't you supposed to hate everybody?' You let out an exasperated exhale, your warm breath fanning his face.

'Yes.’

Stephen didn't give you enough time to respond, his mouth crashed against your again but this time he bent down to feel up and grab the back of your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms slung around him with no time to lose. He smirked into your lips at your forwardness, you were insatiable and it drove him mad. Completely mad. Stephen walked you up the stairs and it felt like time was moving at a snail like pace, you thought he was doing it on purpose just to torture you. You tugged harder on his hair in retaliation.

Stephen kicked open the bedroom door and placed you onto the side of the bed, you were desperate for him to just rip your clothes off already but he was enjoying the slowburn. The delicious slowburn. Being between your legs was a wet dream come true for him, he was so full of pent up frustration annoyance and arousal and he needed an outlet, he needed you as an outlet and so much more it was bordering on pathetic but he couldn't deny his need for you any longer. He was fawning over you now, lips still connected, as you were sitting on the edge and he was standing.

'Stephen, touch me.' You breathed sensually, just begging for him to finally put his hands on you. Your petty arguments all had to inevitably lead up to this moment and your patience was thinner than ever.

'There's so many things I want to do to you. Say you want me and I'm yours.’ He grunted lowly at you, his eyes met yours in an animalistic daze.

'I want you.' You clarified, slightly annoyed that you had to pump up his ego.

'How bad?' Stephen smirked down at you.

'Stephen.’ You cautioned and warned in a cold gaze, of course he wanted to drag this out and inflate his arrogance even more in the process.

'Show me how bad.' He ignored your warning.

Your lips thinned into hard line. Without thinking, you aggressively undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Stephen let out a low gasp at your actions, he couldn't believe all of this was unfolding infront of his eyes. Your eyes flitted from his crotch to his face and you knew what you wanted to do next.

You couldn't control the ferocity of your fuck me eyes. You stuffed your hand into his pants and boxers.

'Woah..Easy, easy.' He whistled as he tried to tame you but he was the one who asked for this.

'You can take it.' You gritted.

You pulled his cock out of its confines and you were irritated at the fact he was...um...huge. Secretly, you dreamed it was but now he had the means to actually be full of himself. Your slender hand wrapped around him and slid up and down with ease due to the spit you slicked him up with, each quirk of your hand sent a jolt through him. You continued to edge him with just your hand before you finally put your mouth on him. Stephen's hand grasped at the roots of your flowing hair.

'Fuckkkk.' He groaned and slung back his head in pleasure.

Your mouth was so wet and warm and your saliva was just dripping out of you and onto him. It was sensational. He was so big that you had to wrap your hand around what couldn't fit. He obviously perked up at that. You suckled on his tip and your lips were becoming raw, red and swollen. Stephen could hear you gagging and choking on him and he almost felt bad. He could feel himself about to hit his peak and cum in your mouth, he wanted to wait to cum inside of you and feel at you but he physically couldn't do it. He released himself in your mouth was a gutteral rumbling groan.

He pulled you off of him and used his right hand to pinch and cradle your face upwards to stare him right in the eye. Stephens eyes were the bluest of blue but now they were black with lust, it made you spiral. He paused.

'Swallow.' He ordered softly and the wetness collecting inside of your panties was becoming increasingly prominent, your thighs rubbed together impatiently.

Your eyes didn't dare blink as you swallowed ever so obediently and stuck out your tongue to show the evidence. He completely lost it at that. Stephen reached back and pulled off his plain tee and pushed you down onto the bed harshly and all you could do was blink up at him like a surprised idiot His hands ripped off your shirt with ease and you gasped at the filthiness of it all. Your tits were exposed to the cool air.

'No bra?' He remarked like a horny teenager as he discarded the reminents of your top. Stephen pawed at the tender flesh and twisted your nipples and it made you whine into him.

'Shut up.' You kissed him to make him stop talking, you caught his lower lip with your teeth and bit down on it as punishment, he winced in pain and you smiled like a maniac.

His hands went doen to your waist to strip you of your leggings and they came off as quick as ever due to the sheer need of his to get you naked. Your body was magnificent, a temple and he wanted to worship it every day not just for tonight. Your underwear was barely visible and he bit his lip at the sight of your unclothed long legs and clear torso, he thought he was akin to that of a child at Christmas. He ripped down your underwear and the elastic burned against you.

Stephen felt his pants tighten at the mere sight of you. Your hair was strewn delicately over the pillows and your eyebrows were knitted in tense pleasure, your eyes were glowing with desperation and frustration and it was the sweetest of views. Stephen finally kicked his pants and boxers on and his skin was in contact with yours once again. He was obsessed with the feeling.

'You look good like this.' He complimented lowly and it made you blush surprisingly.

'I want to make you feel good Stephen.' You confessed breathlessly and dear God that shit eating grin was going to be the death of you.

You moaned at just the weight of him of being ontop of you. His body was carved to such a perfect degree you where visibly mad at it, everything about this asshole was so damn attractive- even his assholery was hot. Your arms scratched at his rippling back like a carnivore, you nails dug into him and he hissed into your mouth. Your lips were so damn soft and inviting, it was like he was sewn onto them.

Stephen guided his cock through your folds and you felt your back arch into him and your skin instantly felt hotter. Without warning he rammed himself into you and didn't give you the time of day to adjust, he just needed to hammer his cock into you until all you knew and could understand was him. Your walls were beginning to clamp down on him at a faster rate than socially acceptable, any other day you would've felt embarrassed but tonight you were brainwashed with desperation- too needy to even care. Your mouth was agape in pleasure.

You felt so wet and amazing, so slippery and it was all for him. He didn't think he would've ever got you in such a situation; finally biting the bullet and fucking you instead of arguing. The scene was all so filthy. Your eyelashes fluttered as you began to screw them shut but Stephen stopped you. His hand pinched and cradled your cheeks as he continuously rutted in and out of vou at a brutal yet delicious pace.

'No, let me see those eyes.' He growled at you and as obedient as ever, you obeyed. Your eyes were connected in firey carnal passion, it all felt like something out of a dream.

'Fuck Stephen! I think I'm gonna cum.' You cried at him as your fingers intertwined with his hair and tugged harder as if that made your point get across more.

He thought that was music to his ears.

'I can't get enough of you, you're so good...feel...you feel so good." He finally spat out inbetween prolonged breaths.

Stephen bit down at your neck and that sent you spiralling into another dimension, the scream that ripped out of you was other worldly and that set him off too. All you saw was white spots as delicious pleasure and pain warped through you and as if it was fate, Stephen came alongside you too. It was all so vulgar.

He breathed into your mouth and left a quick, swift, chaste kiss on your swollen lips before ultimately rolling off and laying beside you. Mouths suddenly dry but the excessive panting. A small smug smile began to form on your face and Stephen could literally hear it.

'I think you broke me.' He quipped and you turned to face him, he tried to conceal his smirk but he failed miserably.

'You liked it.' You raised a knowing eyebrow and he hated that you saw right throuh him again.

'I'm supposed to hate you, aren't I?' Stephen's eyes bore into yours and you instincitvely raised your hand to play with his salt and pepper hair and he melted into your touch once more.

‘Well, you proved that wrong, haven't you?' You rubbed salt into the wound playfully. You finally rested your entire weight on him by slinging your leg around him and resting your head at the base of his neck. He wrapped an arm around you and you felt so safe in his arms.

'Well who am I to deny someone who looks even hotter with their eyes rolling to the back of their head.' He laughed into your hair

"Thank God you didn’t make me die of exhaustion then.’’

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dear god i got so lazy at the end 😭😭

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

[beefromanoff]

Project Mockingbird Ch. 10

summary: the team is training for an impending threat, Bucky and Charlotte clash.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: so sorry for how long it took me to get this up! between the holidays and then going on vacation, I've hardly had time to write! if you read this and my other story (masterlist) then I'm double sorry for the lack of updates. please enjoy this one and thank you for reading! :)

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes (let me know if you want to be added <3)

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“Hey, toss me that holster, would ya?” Nat gestured to the weapons bay behind Charlotte, who obliged before sitting to lace up her combat boots. 

The Avengers' locker room was a symphony of preparation. Weapons clinked, boots thudded against the ground, and the low hum of conversations blended into the mix. It was a familiar prelude to a simulated battle—a dance they’d all come to know well. But amid the routine, an undercurrent of tension rippled.

Charlotte stood by the rack of suits, adjusting the straps of her uniform, finally having received her own custom-fit battle suit within the past few weeks. Her movements were practiced, automatic, but there was a flicker of restlessness in her eyes. Bucky, a shadow in the periphery, watched her closely.

As the team geared up and filed out of the room, Bucky approached Charlotte, his metal hand catching her arm gently. "Careful in there," he warned, his voice low, a note of concern underlying the words.

Charlotte yanked her arm away, shooting him a sharp look. "Bucky, I told you, I don't need you watching over me."

Bucky's jaw clenched. "You've been pushing too hard in training lately. I'm just looking out for you."

"I can handle myself," she retorted, the defiance clear in her tone.

He sighed, his gaze fixed on hers. "This isn't about proving yourself, Charlotte. You don't need to prove anything to anyone."

She scoffed, turning away to grab her weapons. "Easy for you to say. You've been in battle before. If we have to go active, I’m the only one who hasn’t done it before. I refuse to be a liability."

The weight of their shared history lingered in the air, unspoken words heavy between them. Bucky reached out, stopping her with a touch on her shoulder. "I get it. But I don't want you to get hurt before you have the chance. I’m just trying to give you the support that I needed -"

Charlotte met his eyes. "I'm not you, Bucky. I can take care of myself."

He let his hand fall as he grit his teeth, the tension palpable. "I didn’t say you couldn’t. But if I recall, you don’t have the best track record at taking it slow, and you haven’t exactly been using your resources." He jerked his chin down to the metal band around her wrist, designed to keep her from overexertion, one she consistently ignored.

She shot him a final, cutting look before turning and storming from the locker room.

"I don't need saving, Bucky. I don't need your protection."

The Avengers' simulation training room buzzed with energy as the team split into two for a simulated battle. With reports of unrest across the world coming in almost daily, the team had taken a step back from training the agents and instead channeled their focus into their own preparations. While weapons training and intelligence briefing both took place on Mondays, the rest of the week was full of combat simulations. One of the massive empty buildings at the compound, previously dubbed “extra storage” had been reengineered to be a state of the art training facility. Using a combination of nanotechnology and holograms, it could simulate just about any situation imaginable. Each exercise was designed to train the team to be adaptable, prepare for anything, and most importantly - work cohesively. 

A blast of red light nearly took Charlotte’s head off as it whizzed in front of her face, only missing her by inches as she arched her back. Metal clattered to the ground around her as Wanda hit her mark, blowing the mock Ultron-bot to pieces. 

“Nice shot,” She called to Wanda, rolling to her feet. The hum of simulated explosions filled the air as she flipped and somersaulted, the thrill of the training session exhilarating her. This exercise was designed to mimic the infamous Sokovia incident. Only bits were recreated, like the altitude, the bots as the assailants, and a ticking clock for urgency. 

“Char, behind you!” Steve’s voice bellowed from somewhere to Charlotte’s right. She dropped to her knees just as a bot flew overhead, grabbing it by the torso as it passed. Her shoulders groaned as the bot carried her into the air, her fingertips screaming under the weight of her body and all the weapons decorating it. 

“Pete, you got me?” Charlotte yelled over the wind gusting past her face.

“10-4!” 

In a smooth movement, Charlotte swung her legs and hurtled her weight downward, throwing the bot off balance and sending it careening into another one flying directly at them. Seconds before the bots collided midair, she let go, tumbling towards the rubble far below. 

Before her stomach could fully plummet into her ass, her momentum changed directions as a red blur soared by and grabbed her by the waist. They swung up, up, and lightly touched down on the blown open top floor of a nearby building.

“Ma’am, I think this is your stop.” Peter mock-bowed. 

“I appreciate the lift,” She grinned and saluted as he took off, swinging back into the smoke. 

“Little help here,” Bucky’s voice grunted through the comm system. 

“Bucky?” She pressed a finger to her ear as she turned and sprinted to the staircase in the shelled out building. “What’s your location?” 

“Off the square…beneath the truck…” His voice was strained.

“Beneath the…” She was breathless as she tore down the staircase, willing her legs to go faster. “Bucky!” 

Even the knowledge that this was a simulation didn’t stop the panic when Charlotte burst through the front doors to see Bucky lying on his back, a truck turned on its side pinning his left arm to the pavement. She looked skyward, where the bots that had dropped it on him were returning. Immediately taking a battle stance, she reached behind her and hoisted the twin vibranium swords out of their sheaths. 

“Backup…in the square,” Bucky groaned into his earpiece as two dozen bots swarmed the sky above them. 

With practiced maneuvers, Charlotte launched into action in front of Bucky, her blades cutting clean through the bots as they dive-bombed the pair. As she swung her blade upward, cutting one neatly in half, a red light flashed in front of her eyes. For a split second, she glanced down at her wrist monitor, the insistent beeping almost drowned out by the chaos of the battle. 

The warning light flashed across the small screen, indicating she was dangerously close to overexertion. Unamused, she ignored the alert, hacking down as another bot made a pass at Bucky. Her momentum sent her whirling, landing on a bent knee as the metal tumbled around them. The moment she paused cost her, as she couldn’t clear the path of the shrapnel quickly enough. A jagged piece of metal sliced through her forehead, immediately leaking blood down into her eye.

Kneeling right in front of where he was pinned, Charlotte locked eyes with Bucky. He noticed the blinking monitor on her wrist, concern furrowing his brow. As he moved to speak, the simulated explosions drowned out his voice. Sparks flew around them as another bot peppered the truck with laser shots. Grunting, Charlotte threw one of her blades and sent it cleanly through the chest of the bot.

She covered her head as she rolled forward to retrieve her second sword from the shrapnel of the bot. Bucky groaned again as the truck was encircled with glowing red light, Wanda soaring overhead. 

“Get out, go!” She called as the truck lifted into the air, following her every command. Bucky tried to move his arm, but the weight of the truck had forced it down into the cement, rendering him stuck. 

He grit his teeth and yanked, but the awkward angle made it difficult for him to move. Sprinting to his side, Charlotte gripped the metal of his wrist and yanked, ignoring the incessant beeping of her monitor. 

“Char, you’re tapping out,” He grunted. 

“Hush, let me work.” She said dismissively. After a few good tugs, his arm came out of the cement, the momentum from their pulling sending them both tumbling.

Without missing a beat, Charlotte rolled herself back to her feet and held the sword up, ready to strike.

“Charlotte, stand down,” Bucky warned, catching up to her.

“Relax, Bucky. Let’s not make a scene.” She ran up the side of a wall as a larger bot approached, her speed propelling her into the air so she could get the height needed to bring her sword down and cut it out of the sky. 

Bucky, growing increasingly frustrated as the beeping only grew louder, pushed through the falling metal to intercept Charlotte. As soon as she landed and rolled back to her feet, he grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her against the wall. 

“No. Lets.” 

"Charlotte, enough." Bucky's voice cut through the stillness, his eyes intense as he held her pinned to the wall. "You're pushing yourself too hard again. You're not invincible. How many times do we have to do this?"

Charlotte let out a carefree laugh, a stark contrast to the sounds of battle still raging on around them. "Bucky, sweetheart, it's just a simulation. We’ve been doing these for weeks and nothing has happened."

His grip tightened, a mix of frustration and genuine concern etched on his face. "This isn't a joke. You could get hurt and one of these times you might not bounce back so quick."

She met his gaze, the defiance in her eyes warring with the genuine worry mirrored in his. 

"Bucky. I appreciate the concern, but I can handle myself. I agreed to wear the cuff, not to be manhandled by you every time you think I’m going too hard." She shoved her body against his chest, yanking her wrists from his grip.

Bucky reluctantly released her, his face dark with annoyance. 

“Kill the simulation.” His voice boomed from behind her. 

Immediately, the sounds of the battle were replaced by the whirring of the nanotech. Fire and smoke turned to bright, cool lighting. Destruction and rubble turned into the smooth, gray technology that made up the training room. One by one, the team returned to the center. Peter swung in, landing right before Wanda touched down. Steve was the last to approach as the others stood and watched Charlotte face off against Bucky. 

She turned slowly, looking up at him in utter rage. He grit his teeth but held his ground. 

The only noise in the echoing chamber was the clunk of Charlotte’s boots as she stormed up to Bucky, getting as close to his face as she could while still being over six inches shorter than him. 

“What the fuck was that?”

Without breaking eye contact, his hand shot out and gripped her left arm. “You tell me.” He lifted her wrist next to her face, so close the red light illuminated her cheeks. 

“Protein saturation in blood has reached a critical level. Stand down now.” A clinical female voice called from the metal band. 

She wrenched her arm free and hissed, “If I wanted a keeper, I would have stayed in that goddamn lab.” 

The team shuffled nervously, looking at their feet as Charlotte turned and stormed out of the simulation room. Bucky stood exactly where she left him, fuming. 

After a few awkwardly quiet moments, the team slowly filed out of the room, leaving Steve alone with Bucky. Taking a deep breath, Steve patted his friend on the back before leaving the room without a word. 

“How many times do you think this is going to happen?” Peter whispered to Wanda as they traipsed toward their pseudo-locker room. 

“Who knows. What is this, the fifth time?” 

“This week, it feels like.” Peter shook his head, hair mussed from the mask. 

“Hey, why don’t you two let Cap handle the personnel issues and just enjoy the early end to training today.” Nat elbowed her way in between them with a stern look. 

When she’d passed them and turned a corner, Peter gave an incredulous look to Wanda, mouthing ‘personnel issue?’

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The laboratory wing was quiet, with only the hum of machines and the occasional distant echo of footsteps. In the heart of it all was the lab, bathed in a dim, artificial glow. Bruce Banner, absorbed in his work, tinkered with equipment, surrounded by an array of high-tech devices.

The door to the lab swung open abruptly and Charlotte stormed in. Her hair was still plastered to her forehead with sweat, an angry gash still leaked blood above her brow, and her eyes were swimming with angry tears. 

"How do you do it?" Charlotte demanded.

Dropping his tools, Bruce met her gaze and walked to meet her at the door. "Charlotte, what's wrong?"

She collapsed into a chair, her demeanor shifting from anger to a more vulnerable state. Bruce sighed and took a seat across from her.

"You're upset. Talk to me," he urged, a calm steadiness in his voice.

Tears welled in Charlotte's eyes as frustration gave way to sorrow. Bruce tentatively reached out to her, laying a hand on her shoulder as she dropped her face into her hands.

"You know exactly what's wrong. Bucky had no right to stop the simulation. I can handle myself," she expressed, her words tinged with both anger and hurt. “He always does this, thinks I’m breakable and weak,” her voice cracked on the last word.

Bruce’s brow furrowed as he listened. “Charlotte…you and Bucky have been at each other’s throats for weeks, but I’ve never seen it rattle you like this…” He chose his words carefully, not wanting to scare her away when -- as far as he knew -- she hadn’t let anyone else see her cry. “Why is this time different?”

For a moment, the only sound in the lab was Charlotte’s soft sobs. 

“Do you think…maybe you’re upset about something else? Maybe you’re not really mad at Bucky?” His voice was gentle. 

“He’s a controlling dick,” She looked him in the eye, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He’s relentless. I can’t stand him.”

Bruce looked at her with kind eyes, trying to keep the pity out of them. He hated when people felt sorry for him. It made everything worse. 

“I’m not disagreeing with you. Bucky can be…prickly.” He gave a soft laugh. “But Char…what’s really bothering you?”

"I didn't ask for this. I didn’t want any of this. I didn't ask to be experimented on," she continued, her emotions breaking through in tearful admission. “I didn’t ask to be orphaned and kidnapped and turned into a monster, and now…now I’ve outlived everyone who’s ever known me and I don’t fit in with society and I don’t even fucking fit in here because every time I try, my body just…” She dropped her head back into her hands and sobbed again. Bruce gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and let her calm down. 

Sniffling, Charlotte looked up at him. “My body keeps failing me. It…I feel like I can do too much to be a human, be normal. But I can’t do enough to be here. I can’t keep up.” She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. “I hate him. I hate him because he’s right. I’m weak and he’s the only one who knows it.” 

Bruce cocked his head, sympathy flooding his eyes. "I know how that feels, Charlotte. I didn't ask for this life either. I hid from the world for a long time, hating myself. I didn’t want to be here anymore, be alive." He paused. “I tried not to be.” 

The room filled with solemn understanding. Charlotte, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at Bruce, her eyes wide at his admission.

"But you—The Hulk—you’re powerful. You can control your powers. You deserve to be here." she questioned, her defiance underlined by a hint of desperation.

Bruce leaned forward, considering his words carefully. "Control wasn’t always possible. I hurt a lot of people before I learned how. It took years, and lots of help.” He gestured at his own wrist cuff. “My biggest fear is losing control and hurting people. I still see all the destruction I caused, everything awful that happened because of me. I’ll never be able to escape it."

He paused, swallowing. “I don’t want to minimize your feelings, at all. They’re valid and you have every right to be upset. But if I had to choose between being a big green monster who decimates cities when he gets upset…and a beautiful, brave, intelligent woman who can do so much good in the world, but maybe just has to learn to slow down…Well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be much of a choice.”

Charlotte gave him a sad smile. 

"But I want to be part of the team. I want to help," she declared, her voice carrying a mixture of defiance and longing.

Bruce, offering her a tissue. "I get that. But sometimes, you need to acknowledge your limits. It's not about weakness; it's about understanding your own power. You don’t have to be Wanda or Peter to be revolutionary. Look at Nat, she doesn’t have any power at all, and she’s one of the greatest heroes of our generation. Tony doesn’t have any power beyond being, well, brilliant. Clint, Maria, Scott…they’re all extraordinary people without having extraordinary powers. You do. You’re capable of so much more than you’re allowing yourself to see."

Silence settled between them, broken only by Charlotte's occasional sniffle. She wiped away her tears, and Bruce's gaze remained sympathetic.

"I just... I hate feeling so out of control. And Bucky, he doesn't understand. He doesn’t see how hard it is to be in the middle of everything, everyone and just have to stop," Charlotte confessed, her voice tinged with frustration. “How am I ever supposed to go on missions, to really help if I have to stop and get sidelined halfway through a goddamn fight?”

"Bucky cares about you, Charlotte. He's been through a lot, too, and he's just trying to protect you," Bruce explained, his words carrying a tone of understanding.

"Everyone keeps saying that.” Charlotte retorted, her defenses still high. 

“Then maybe you should start believing it. I’m not saying he’s a master communicator, I know he doesn’t come across very warm and fuzzy. But he’s the one person here who’s been through the same hell you have, so don’t be so quick to shut him out.” 

As they sat in the dimly lit lab, Charlotte, now calmer, gazed at Bruce with a newfound understanding. "How do you cope, Banner?"

"I've accepted that this is a part of me. Hulk isn't a curse; he's a part of who I am. And I've learned to find balance, to live with it," Bruce shrugged. “I didn’t have much of a choice when it came to living with it, so I decided to make it worthwhile.”

"Balance..." Charlotte echoed, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"It's not about controlling everything. It's about finding a way to live with your powers, to make them a part of your life without letting them define you," Bruce explained, offering her a perspective she hadn't fully considered. “Being the strongest, the fastest, the most powerful…that’s not the only way to be a hero. It’s not about the powers you have, it’s about what you do with them.”

"Thanks, Bruce," Charlotte spoke softly.

"Anytime, kiddo. We're all figuring this out together," Bruce replied, a reassuring smile on his face.

“You can’t call me kiddo, I’m at least twice your age.” 

“Whenever you stop coming to me for fatherly advice, I’ll stop calling you kiddo.” He nudged her arm before turning back to his work station. 

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The night hung heavy over the Avengers' compound, the moon casting a soft glow on the balcony where Bucky Barnes stood, lost in the shadows of his own thoughts. It was well past midnight when Charlotte’s bare feet stepped out onto the cool tiles. She slipped her hands up into the sleeves of her sweatshirt, a chill running through her. 

"Bucky," she said quietly, a hesitant note in her voice.

He turned, his expression unreadable, and nodded for her to join him. They stood side by side, overlooking the quiet landscape.

"I couldn't sleep," Bucky admitted.

"Me neither," Charlotte confessed.

There was an unspoken understanding, a shared bond in their restless nights haunted by memories neither cared to verbalize. Yet the air between them was charged, the tension palpable from their strained relationship as of late.

“Does it hurt?” He nodded to the cut above her eye, held together with two butterfly bandages.

“Not really. You?” She gestured to his left shoulder, formerly crushed under the car.

“Luckily there aren’t a lot of nerve endings in vibranium.” He offered her a half-hearted smile to show he wasn’t trying to be a total asshole. She returned it, but said nothing.

"I'm not trying to control you, you know," Bucky finally spoke again, his voice low, the words carefully chosen.

Charlotte sighed, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I know. It just... felt like that."

Bucky leaned against the balcony railing, his eyes searching hers. "I've seen too much. Been through too much. And I don't want anyone else to go through what I have."

Her eyes met his, and in the quiet of the night, there was a glimpse of vulnerability beneath the layers of stoicism.

"I appreciate that, I do. But I need to find my own way," Charlotte replied, her voice firm but not unkind.

Bucky nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I get it. But you don't have to do it alone. I just…wanted to make sure someone was looking out for you. You can cut it on your own, I get it. Clearly you were doing just fine before we came along. But it doesn’t have to be like that now. People care." He swallowed. “I care.”

They stood in a moment of silence, the weight of unspoken histories lingering between them. Charlotte chewed her lower lip, clinging to her anger from earlier that threatened to be washed away with his kind words.

"I used to be like you," Bucky began, his gaze distant, lost in memories. "Angry, feeling like I had to prove something. But you don't, Char. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Least of all, us."

Charlotte sighed. “I know that I don’t have to prove anything. I just want to be worthy of being here. I want to, I don’t know, prove that you made the right choice in bringing me here. For God’s sake, it’s taken thousands of dollars of resources just to keep me from ripping your head off every time I see you.” 

Bucky chuckled. “Sometimes I think they didn’t fully get that out of your system.” 

“Sometimes I don’t either.” She met his gaze.

"There's more to being an Avenger than just fighting. You have skills, powers that go beyond combat. I can teach you," Bucky offered, his words carrying a sincerity that surprised her.

Charlotte's brow furrowed. "Teach me what, exactly?"

"Everything I know," Bucky replied, a glimmer of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Not just combat. Strategy, survival skills, weapons, how to gather and deliver intelligence. There's more to winning a battle than just what happens on the battlefield."

The unexpected offer hung in the air, and Charlotte considered it. Her gaze met Bucky's, and for the first time in weeks, there was a semblance of peace between them.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to be the same as anyone to be an asset. We're a team, we complement each others’ strengths. We don’t need another Hulk, but I have a feeling we could benefit from a Mockingbird," Bucky added, his tone genuine.

Charlotte nodded, giving him a soft smile. "Alright. Teach me."

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