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ao3feed-lokiangst · 2 years
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Reckless Serenade
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by TheSpector
When Alex Stark moves back home, her attempts to control life fail and she is thrown into a world of havoc. Even after rejecting the offer to serve the universe, she faces the things she tried to leave behind. While navigating through the affairs of her mind and the world's, a pretty red-head crosses her path.
Inspired by "Reckless Serenade" by the Arctic Monkeys
Iron Man 2 --- Endgame
Natasha Romanoff x OC
Words: 61, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts, Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner
Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending, Romance, Slow Burn, wlw, Natasha RomanovxStark!OC, tonystarksdaughter
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emilyparkerholland · 2 years
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Peter Parker - Well Well Well
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warnings ~ morgan being an annoying little sister to y/n, fluff, protective dad alert, peter being careless, descriptive wounds, SLIGHT HEATED MOMENT BUT NO SMUT :)
word count ~ 1.2k
a/n ~ yet again another random idea, and i'm using y/n more frequently?? since uh when 🤨☝️ THIS IS FROM MY WATTPAD, @emzjosie PLEASE GO FOLLOW <3
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Y/N's POV:
We've met a few times.
Accidentally.
Seen each other around the compound.
At first he thought i was an intruder.
Until he saw me talking to my dad and Morgan.
Then he realised who i was.
He didn't ask my dad.
He didn't ask who i was.
Didn't want to.
Didn't want him to know that he knew about me.
My dad doesn't want him to know me.
Because he's worried he'll put me in danger.
I have no idea what he means by that though.
Peter's just an intern.
Works for Bruce.
Right?
I see him a lot now.
Dad's away with Pepper.
I look after Morgan, while also helping Bruce and Peter in the labs.
Bruce let me help, and is also keeping it secret that Peter knows about me. I'm his favourite.
Morgan says she doesn't need babysitting.
Says she's old enough to take care of herself.
She's eleven.
6 years younger than me.
We're close, which is why i'm so protective of her.
And when she came into the lab, not realising what kind of chemicals me and dad were dealing with a few years ago, i jumped in front of the reaction to protect her.
The explosion almost killed dad.
Somehow, i survived.
No injuries.
I had healing powers, coincidentally.
We didn't know what had happened to me, so Bruce had me kept in quarantine.
I snuck out to visit my dad, who was recovering in medbay.
He was asleep.
Had been for a few days.
I held his hand.
And he woke up.
Bruce ran tests on me.
Found out what kind of powers i had.
Let me out of quarantine, even though i had let myself out.
3 years later i'm helping out on missions.
As of right now, i'm in my room.
College application.
Dad said to get a head start.
That was 2 years ago.
I never did it.
So now i only have a few weeks to get it submitted.
And i can't think straight.
I hadn't seen Peter in a few days.
No one had.
Not even May.
Happy asked her for me.
Seems like they're dating?
I've been worried about him.
We all have.
That was until he was at my window.
He looked like shit.
I ran over to the window and opened it, dragging the limp body into my room.
Only then seeing the suit.
"You... it's you..." i muttered, helping him onto my bed.
"Surprise..." he groaned, slowly lifting his arm up to deactivate the suit.
"I got it Parker" i said, pressing his chest lightly, letting the suit fall off of the top part of his body.
"Where've you been Pete? We were terrified something bad had happened... Happy said not to call dad because he would freak out but then i've been freaking out worrying about y-"
He shut me up, his hand coming up to grab my cheek and pressing his lips to mine.
"I'm fine. They're only stab and gunshot wounds love" he chuckled.
I didn't have time to be shocked at why he kissed me.
"ONLY STAB AND GUNSHOT WOUNDS?? ONL-"
Once again, he kissed me to stop me from talking, or in this case, yelling.
"Love when are you gonna learn to shut up" he mumbled, clearly falling in and out of consciousness.
"Okay well now you need to shut up so i can heal you" i said, looking down and seeing his blood trickle down his stomach.
"You're the boss, love" he said, closing his eyes.
"Hey! Eyes open Parker" i said, lightly slapping him.
I sat him up against the headboard, putting the pillows behind him.
"Okay this might hurt, and also don't be mad i didn't tell you sooner..." i said, realising i never told him about my powers.
"Didn't tell me what?" he asked, his head rolling forwards as he slipped out of consciousness once again.
"Damn it" i said, holding my hands over his wound.
My hands started glowing, and eventually he woke up again.
"Didn't tell me what?" he asked again, before looking at me, seeing my eyes closed, and then seeing my hands glowing.
"Woah" he whispered.
"Quiet Parker" i said, not opening my eyes.
"Sorry love" he whispered.
Suddenly my door slammed open, and i saw Morgan standing there.
"Hey y/n Happy said- PETER YOU'RE ALIVE!!"
Shit.
"Hey Morgs" Peter smiled, waving at her.
"Stop moving Parker! And Morgan don't tell anyone, he's not in a stable condition yet. Now shoo!" i said, waving her out of my room.
Thankfully, she shut the door behind her.
I went straight back to healing his wounds, until his chest was back to normal.
I went to reach for his face, to heal his cuts, but he moved away.
"You are not touching my face with your hands. They have blood and germs all over them" he said.
"You're a germaphobe. Parker it's your blood" i scoffed.
"Love my face will heal on its own. I'm not letting you use your hands to heal my lips. It's disgusting the amount of germs you'll pass onto me." he shuddered.
I leant forwards, sitting on his lap, to whisper in his ear.
"I don't have to use my hands"
I turned his head to face me and pressed my lips to his.
His lip healed within seconds, but neither of us cared.
His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
My arms went around his neck, my hands settling in his hair.
He bit my lower lip, before i opened my mouth, allowing him access.
"Well Well Well... what have we here?"
Fuck.
I quickly turned and saw my dad.
And Morgan.
And Happy.
And Bruce.
And Pepper.
"Well they weren't doing that when i saw them last" Morgan laughed.
"Oh god kill me please" i mumbled, resting my head on Peter's shoulder.
I was about to get up, but Peter whispered to me.
"Don't do that. Don't move. Or we'll both be murdered by your dad."
Oh-
"Okay can y'all give us a second? I was healing his lips but he didn't want my germs from my hands on his face so i kissed him. Now get out. All of you." i said, turning back to them.
"And then you started eating each other's faces... got it y/n" Morgan dead-panned.
"Let's give them a minute" Pepper said, giving me a look, before she left.
She shut the door behind her, and i could hear them all walking down the corridor.
"She knows" Peter laughed, lifting my off of him, and grabbing a pillow.
"No shit" i laughed.
I got up and locked the door, before sitting back on my bed.
"So they won't walk in at the wrong time again..." i said, looking back at him.
His blank expression soon changed, when he lifted me onto his lap again.
It's safe to say my dad definitely knows that i know who Peter is.
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emmastarkk · 3 years
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keeping up with the starks.
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new story coming !
i will be posting the new chapter to my other story this week !
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georgesbestieboo · 3 years
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“What have you done to my innocent little Spiderling?!”
Peter Parker X Stark!Daughter 
A/N- This is just a small one shot for a book I’m working on :) 
Summary- Peter and Victoria haven’t had much time to themselves, although, once the Adults leave, that just might change. 
TW- Kissing, slight swearing, nothing really except if you dont like fluff, or adorable couples.
STOLEN KISSES
Victoria stood pressed between the marble counter of the Avengers compound kitchen and Peter, who pressed messy, feverish kisses to her neck. 
“Pete” She groaned into his touch, hands threading in his dark curls and she leaned deeper into the counter. “Someone could come in” 
“I,” A kiss to the collar bone “dont,” To her jaw “care” His lips slammed onto hers quieting her hesitant worries. Her laugh tickled his face as he pulled away from her. “Although I’ll stop, if you want, I respect-” 
Now it was Victoria’s turn to silence him with a kiss. “No, I like this Peter” The boy smirked into the kiss, quickening the pace as his hands cupped her thighs and lifted her onto the counter so they were the same height, his arms snaking around her waist as he stood between her legs. Her fingers pulled dangerously at the nape of his neck causing him to moan into her mouth. Their kiss was greedy and passionate. The two had been so busy the past week, Victoria training with Nat and Peter getting mentored by Tony, they barely had time for one another. Now, as the rest of the Avengers had a short meeting with just the ‘adults’ the longing had built up for too long. 
      Victoria gasped as Peters cold hands slid under her Atom Sweatshirt, tugging it off in one swift motion, leaving her in just her black bralette and jeans. 
“God you're so beautiful” He murmured, eyes trailing up her figure. Everything about her was so insanely intoxicating he could never think straight. Her legs were strong and muscular. Her stomach was lean and had the cutest little pouch when she sat, she always yelled that she hated it, pulling at it in the mirror wishing it would go away, but Peter loved it. It made her human, it was normal, it was beautiful. Her lips were full and plush, teasing as she would smirk. And her eyes, oh her eyes were a shocking crystalline, they type of blue the ocean seemed to turn right before they mercilessly drowned its victims. Peter would gladly drown. Although it wasn't her looks that had drawn him in. It was her laugh, her smile, her smarts, nerdiness, loyalty, love, and perseverance. The way she so selflessly defended the world. 
Victoria's hand running through his hair drew him from his pit of overwhelming love, her soft, lulling voice echoing in his ears. “Peter? Are you okay?” Her nails soothingly played with his hair. 
His attention snapped up to her curious face, “Sorry, I just- ugh” He let his head drop, burying his face into her chest. 
“Just shut up and kiss me” Holding his chin, Victoria brought Peter's face to her’s, her lips finding his once more. 
This kiss was more slow, more intimate. Their heart rate had picked up as they both tried to put as much love and emotion in this lingering kiss. Victoria’s shaky fingers had just found the buttons of Peter’s shirt when the kitchen doors slammed open. 
“Hey, you can come back now- OH! Oh dear god it’s happening! I can see the light! The walls are closing” The voice of Tony Stark echoed off the marble walls, Peter and Victoria springing apart, Vic clutching her shirt tightly to her exposed chest. 
“Dad!” She shrieked “What the hell!” 
“What the hell is right!” Tony screamed “What, wh- I, I feel faint” He leaned against the doorway, his head hitting the frame repeatedly. 
“Mr. Stark I can explai-” Peter went to approach the whining man but he held out a hand. 
“What have you done to my innocent, sweet spiderling?” Tony’s voice was slow and quiet, pronouncing each word separately as he directed this to the girl sitting on the counter who hurriedly pulled back on her sweatshirt. 
Now it was Peter’s turn to hit his head. 
“Are you kidding me?!” Victoria shrieked “I'm literally YOUR daughter!” 
Tony threw his hands in the air, “Exactly! I expect this from you, but I mean-” He turned helplessly to Peter “Spiderling?” His voice broke. Victoria scoffed. Peter turned bright red. 
“You owe me 20 bucks Clint!” The celebratory voice that belonged to the Black Widow cut through the tense air. “Pay up bitch” 
Victoria collapsed into Peter's arms. 
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starksvixen · 3 years
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Fade (Part I Prelude)
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Summary: Erin Schulz, HYDRA’s best assasin, is ready for her next mission. Her task? Train the Maximoff twins. Protect the scepter. But underlying instincts spark problems before she even steps foot in Sokovia. 
Rating: (14+) for references to disturbing images and details of a traumatic past. 
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I lay on the cot placed in my room while staring at the ceiling in boredom. There isn't much to look at. I have three concrete walls, one being glass so the soldiers can keep an eye on me. Well, I do deserve it, since that annoying force field is still holding strong. Why do I need a force field you ask? Well, let me explain.
You see, I've been a Hydra agent ever since I could remember. I made my way through the ranks and was named their deadliest assassin alongside the Winter Soldier. I think I was only 10 at the time, so I hope I didn't know any better. To be completely honest, all I can understand of my past was that obedience meant food and a warm bed. I still don't remember what that obedience is to this day.
However, my hard work and title still weren't enough for Hydra. They didn't want something deadly or powerful to control, Hydra needed someone who could be both. Soon after my graduation, I was taken to one of their secret labs in the mountains. It all goes blank there. I remember basically waking up and having these abilities. Telekinesis and gyrokinetic powers. Another slot in my memory. Soon, they gained access to the quantum realm and they had the bright idea to shove me in there. I was afraid the first time but after a little while, I got used to it. I don't know why I remember this, it seems that I have forgotten everything else.
From that realm, I gained the ability to phase through objects, living or not. Back to the school, I went where they said I went through even more training. All I have to remember it by is the mantle of the most dangerous person in Hydra at the age of thirteen. I should be proud of myself, they say. How I've persevered is something to look up to, my trainers instill.
But at the center of it all, my mind screams to remember all the things I've done when my memory goes blank. A pang of unforetold guilt follows me around like a shadow, threatening to take away everything that I have worked for.  I don't know why they haven't just brainwashed me and turned me into a zombie-like they did James. They still let me remember some things. That is a mystery that I haven't cracked.
A soldier taps on the glass suddenly, turning my attention to the reality in front of me. I scan him for a split second before getting out of my cot and walking over. I shove my hands in the pockets of my army green jumpsuit and give him a look of disinterest, causing him to scoff at me. I'm still a spy after all.
"You are being relocated to a facility in Sokovia. There you will train the Maximoff twins as well as safeguarding Loki's scepter from any threats. The second half of your mission is to remain classified. Change into your uniform, we leave in five minutes. Are we clear, soldier?"
I stare defensively at the man, obviously not wanting to leave my haven. But eventually, I respond.
"Yes, sir," I say, my voice at its usual monotone pitch.
Just then, the hatch beside my bed opens and my uniform is dumped on my cot. Once I hear it close, I glare at the soldier until he leaves the room so that I can change. Once he leaves, I strip out of my previous outfit and leave it on the floor beside my cot. I pull on the outfit, securing all of the belts and buckles into place. After I secure my boots to my feet, I lift one foot and using my abilities, push the small knife out from the heel. Then, I pull the blade in I repeat the action on
Shakily, he opens the glass panel for me to leave. I look to him and see him holding a rifle in his hand, just for me. Walking over to the soldier, I take the gun from him, standing at his side.
"Scared are we?"
"Quiet," he seethes at me.
He gives the signal to disable the force field and soon we are on the tarmac where a jet is prepared for our departure. Before I board the craft, the soldier escorting me turns me towards him.
"What is your mission?" he asks.
"Protect and train the Maximoff siblings," I state.
"And?"
"And safeguard Loki's scepter from potential threats."
The soldier nods at me before letting go of my arm. I nod back at him and board the jet, strapping myself to its side in preparation for taking off. Something feels off about this mission but I know that I have to obey orders. And that is what I intend to do.
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trndsttr0961 · 4 years
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Rogue - Chapter One
Bend and extend.
Rise and jump.
Turn.
Turn.
Turn.
Bow.
“очередной раз!“ She instructed
Again
And so we did. Again and again. it was always the same thing. I began to lose track of the time, had it been minutes? hours? days?
I didn’t know anymore.
If you made a single mistake, it would earn you a swift hit from her cane to the leg, causing you to crumple to the ground. In order to avoid torture and possible death, you had to get back up and complete the rest of the routine without falling back down. Only I have been able to fulfill her requirements when it came to getting back up and completing the steps. Me and a certain redhead.
There was a strict schedule she had us follow.
Everyday, wake up at precisely 4 am.
Eat breakfast.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Dance.
Combat.
Sparring.
One Death.
Studies.
Bed.
Repeat.
I lived for four years on one meal a day, being a Stark, I questioned it.
But I quickly learned to never question Madame B.
~ Flashback ~
2006
“There will be one meal a day, every day. For those of you with luxurious lives, this will be a drastic transition for you. It will be hard. You will struggle. You will fight for your lives, and some of you will lose. Unfortunately, only three of you will graduate and be selected for the KGB program. I will not tolerate any disrespect. Remember, it is a great honor to be here. We have hand selected you for the Red Room, and one day three of you will become soldiers of the KGB. After you complete your training, you will know how to lure foolish men and women into your webs. You will be able to use your skills of deception to steal priceless artifacts from even the most encrypted safes. You will be able to kill without so much as a flinch, it will become a second nature for you. You will be Hustlers. Assassins. Thieves. But most importantly, you will be Widows. Black Widows.” She instructed us in her near perfect English.
“Madame, why do we only get one meal a day? How are our bodies getting the nutrients and vitamins they need to function, much less train for twelve hours a day?” I asked her once she had finished.
The moment her dark pitch black eyes locked with mine, I felt a chill run down my spine and I somehow knew that I had already done something wrong.
“Let Miss Stark be an example to you all; never question your superiors in the Red Room, KGB, or HYDRA. Ever.
As soon as she’d finished speaking, I felt two pairs of cold arms encircle around mine and drag me out of the room and down into a dark, cold, cellar.
“NO! PLEASE DON’T HURT ME I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE, LET ME GO! HELP! I’M SORRY, PLEASE DON’T- ” I was soon cut off by my body being thrown down the dark stairs.
As soon as my back hit the floor, the dark figures grabbed me once again and pushed my face into a metal pole. They cuffed my hands in front of me, and I could make out the faint red nail polish chipping off. I decided to focus on that instead of the pain that I was sure to endure.
“мы должны ждать мадам б?”
“береженого Бог бережет,”
Should we wait for Madame B.?
Better safe than sorry.
This proceeded with them ripping the back of my shirt open, with my back facing them. I could hear them opening a case or crate, but I didn’t know what. 
Then I felt it.
The cold, barbed teeth of a whip sliding gently (so far) across the skin on my back.
I began to whimper and plead once more, which lead to a smack to the back of my head, causing it to harshly bang against the pole.
I could soon hear the clicks of a woman’s heels as she walked slowly down the steps. I could make out her speaking Russian to her henchmen through my heavy and loud sobs. 
“Please, please don’t- ” I started.
“Here’s what’s going to happen Octavia dear, you’re going to count the number of lashes out loud. If you lose track or do not satisfy me with your performance, then you will start from the beginning. Do you understand.
“No, please I beg you! I won’t do it again I promise, please just don’t hurt me!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
“сосчитать.” 
Count.
And so I did. I counted. I never once stopped or stalled, I just did it. That’s when I first got a taste of real pain. Physical pain, and trust me, being whipped on your bare back is not fun. At. All.
After my first (and only) whipping, I passed out and woke up chained to a metal bed post inside a cold, damp room with no windows and one thin blanket to cover myself with at night. I first discovered I was chained when I tried to get up and lay on my stomach instead of my wounded and bloody back. I moaned in pain and struggled in vain to sit up and turn over. Unfortunately, my current predicament with the chain was not helping at all. That’s when I noticed that there were other girls in the room as well, all with one wrist chained to the bed. 
All but one.
She was staring straight at me, with piercing emerald green eyes; scrutinizing my every move. She had her chain laying on the bed next to her, along with a tiny bobby pin she must’ve snuck past the Red Room’s security. 
“Hi,” I grinned, masking my pain.
“Hello.” She faintly said back with a slight accent. 
“I’m Octavia, but you can call me ‘O’.
“I’m Natasha. You can call me Nat.” She smiled back with those ruby red lips.
~ Flashback Over ~
2014
678 confirmed kills.
87 successful cons.
14 flawless heists.
12 years.
She was arguably the best agent the KGB had, some might say she’s even more prominent than the Black Widow herself. After all, she certainly could take the Widow down. She was equipped to handle any “situation” the KGB had in any way possible.
To the rest of the world, she was known as no more than a shadow; a ghost.
Her face had never been seen by someone who had lived to tell the tale, the story goes. She was something like a femme fatale; no one knew of her affiliation with HYDRA. Or Abraham Erskine. Or even the Red Room and KGB.  And especially not her father, Tony Stark.
Ever since her infamous Kremlin Heist of 2010, she became somewhat of a hot topic with the rest of the world. This heist where all of the Kremlin’s billions upon billions of dollars mysteriously disappeared and numerous organizations focused towards helping youths lead a healthy and full life as well as many hospitals were donated a generous 500 grand the next day gained a lot of publicity on Social Media. Somehow, #Rogue became a trend on Instagram, Twitter, and FaceBook.
Unfortunately with fame comes paparazzi, and paparazzi for her just so happened to be the Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D.
Of course, being the expert ex-KGB agent she is, Rogue was able to avoid most S.H.E.I.L.D. agents, with the exception of her ex “classmate”, the Black Widow.
This is why she was currently in a standoff with Natasha Romanov on the rooftop of an orphanage in Washington D.C.
~ Rogue’s POV ~
“Rogue.”
“Widow.”
We stared blankly at each other for a moment before I finally broke the silence.
“So what brings you here, Widow?” I asked in an icy tone.
“Rogue, we need your help. Something’s happened. We need you. I need you.” She persisted.
“Natasha, I needed you four years ago. Why should I help you now?”
“Please, Octavia. I need you, Fury- Fury’s dead.
“Oh Natasha...” I trailed off, noticing her wipe away a stray tear from her eye.
“Please, I- I don’t know what to do anymore! Someone killed him, and he was like a mentor to me, he was like a father to me,” I visibly winced at the word father. She looked up. “We found a flash drive, and we can’t hack into it. You’re the best hacker I know, and this file could tell us why they killed Fury.” Natasha presses.
“I don’t know Natasha, I can’t just forget about what S.H.E.I.L.D’s done to me, to my mother. I’m sorry.” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Octavia, this isn’t just about me and you, or even you and your mother. This is about the rest of the world! We can’t do this without you, now are you going to be selfish and let the rest of the world suffer because of your stubbornness!
“I’m going to regret this.”
“Octavia, please- ”
“Where’s the fire?”
A familiar smile graced her ruby red lips.
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agentmstark · 5 years
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Children and other problems
Hello, Hello!
This is just something I came up with, while observing the people aroud me...at family vaciton.
The titel dosen’t really say fit to this, put I needed to come up with on. It’s really short and completely out of context, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it.
It‘s their vacation. Steve and (y/n) finally got some time of.
After everything that happened the last few years, was it extremely necessary.
They sat at the dinner table, in a nice restaurant in Italy.
Steve sat at the head of the table, (Y/N) to his right. James, one of the twins sat beside her.
Sarah, the other twin, was seated beside Steve.
And Ben, their first born, nearly 12 years old, sat beside Sarah.
The children-show was about to start, so Sarah and James were a little to excited at this point. Their Spagetti completely forgotten.
(Y/N) trying to tame James beside her, let out a defeated sign. She let go of the cutlery.
„I go with them, so there won‘t be any victims“
Steve let go of his own cutlery. „Shall I go?“ he asked his wife.
„No, no. It‘s fi....“
„I go with them!“ Ben suddenly said.
„Ben!“ Steve and (Y/N) said at the same time.
„It‘s alright! I‘m finished anyway“ their oldest explained and stood up.
„You sure?“ (Y/N) asked, who had a better relationship with him, than Steve.
„Yes, Mom! I am sure“ he said and lifted Sarah out of her chair.
„C‘m on, let Mom and Dad enjoy their dinner“ Ben told the twins and walked of with them.
„We have a great Son!“ (Y/N) said and turned to her plate again.
„We do!“ Steve said with a pause. „Thanks to you!“ he added and stroke her cheek.
(Y/N) smiled proudly. „Yeah, you haven‘t been there for the first three years“
Steve sigh defeated.
„You‘ll never let that go?“ he asked, even though he new the answer.
„Never!“ she said, with sparkling eyes and a smug grin on her face.
They looked at each other for a moment. (Y/N) reached for his hand. „I love you!“ she told him.
„I love you more!“ Steve answered and lifted her hand to his mouth. Kissing the ring, that bound them forever.
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the-ice-charmer · 4 years
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Confessions of a Drunk Avenger (Bucky x reader)
This is my first fanfiction. I don’t think it’s that good but I tried. Lol.
(Y/N) goes out with the girls and they end up playing a game of Never have I ever. They end up getting very drunk and (Y/N) makes a confession to a certain Super Soldier.
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Just another day in the Avengers tower. Everyone was in the living room doing their own thing. Pietro was watching Vision and Wanda on the smaller couch across the room. They were talking and bring all cute. Tony and Bruce were doing some experiments while Rhodey watched, possibly to make sure they didn’t create another killer robot that wants humanity dead. Natasha and Clint were looking at pictures of baby Nathaniel. Peter was doing his math homework with a little help from (Y/N). Sam was playing on his phone since no one wanted to play pool with him. Thor was stuffing his face with pop tarts and as usual, Loki had his nose in a book. Steve was embracing his artistic side since there was no immediate threat to the world. Bucky just sat on a chair watching Friends that (Y/N) had suggested he watch. Bucky hadn’t been there long, only a few months. He reconnected with Steve and was starting to feel like himself with every day that went past. He and (Y/N) clicked right away, no matter what he had done in the past or however many times he almost killed her after his night terrors, she never once looked at him any differently than she did the day before. (Y/N) and Steve were the only ones that.
(Y/N) helped him adjust to the 21st century and he became her best friend instantaneously.
"I'm so bored" Pietro groaned.
"Let's play a game" Wanda added.
"What do you think (Y/N)?" Steve asked.
She wasn’t paying attention. She was too busy looking at Peter’s homework to notice everyone staring at her.
“(Y/N)!” Tony shouted
“What?” she asked as she looked around
“Do you have any ideas what game we should play?” asked Steve
“Nope. Besides, don’t you guys have reports to fill? Ooh, I was thinking about a girls night out though. Sharon and Hill are in. Nat, you in?”
 “Yeah. You know me. Not one to turn down a night out.” She replied
 “Yeah okay. What about you Wanda?”
 “Yeah, sure. Sounds fun.”
“Pep?” asked (Y/N)
“Yeah okay. I could use a break from babysitting.” She said
“Hey!” Pouted Tony
(Y/N) rolls her eyes.
“This is gonna be so fun. Dress to impress girls.”
They got up and left the room.
  "Oh God Buck. You like her don't you?” asked Steve
"What? I-I don't know what you're talking about."
 "Uh huh, okay”
 “Shut it, Punk  I don’t love her. Do I? I mean yeah she makes me happy and I like spending time with her but love. Even if I did would she even feel the same way... Bucky thought. Maybe he did love her.
 BAR
Later that night (Y/N), Pepper, Maria, Nat, and Wanda are at a bar not far from the tower.
“Hey Cindy. Can we have some shots here? Whiskey” said (Y/N) “Let’s play Never have I ever”
“Oooh. Yes, we haven’t played for ages.” Said Nat excitedly clapping her hands.
“Okay. A shot for all the ones you have done. Sound good?” asked (Y/N), they nodded “Who’s first?”
“I’ll go.” Said Maria “Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person.”
(Y/N) is the only one who takes a shot.
“Oh my God, (Y/N).” Said Wanda
“What? I’m the only one who did that?” she asked looking to the others.
“Obviously.” Nat laughed
“Okay, Wanda. Your turn.” Said Maria
“Okay, umm, never have I ever had to fake it” said Wanda.
Everyone takes a shot.
“Yup we’ve all been there.” Said (Y/N)
“Okay, (Y/N), your turn.” Said Wanda
“Okay, Never have I ever done it in a public place.” Said (Y/N)
Everyone takes a shot.
“Wanda!” they yelled surprised.
“What?” she asked
“Looks like you’re not so innocent after all, Wanda” said Nat
“Pepper, your turn.” Said (Y/N)
“I got a good one, never have I ever done it on a kitchen counter.” Said Pepper
(Y/N), Pepper and Maria take a shot.
“Oh my God, we are learning a lot about each other tonight.” Said Nat “My turn. Never have I ever had a crush on a fellow Avenger.”
Everyone takes a shot.
“Big shock, (Y/N) took a shot.” Said Wanda
“What?” asked (Y/N)
“We all know you have a crush on a certain super soldier.” Said Pepper
“I don’t” said (Y/N) shaking her head.
“Yeah she does, even Steve knows.” Said Sharon as she walked in
“Oh yay. Fury finally let you go.” Said (Y/N) sarcastically
“Hey Sharon, your turn. We’re playing Never have I ever.” Said Wanda
“Cool. Hope I didn’t miss much.” Said Sharon
“Oh no, just Wanda is so innocent as she makes out. If Pietro was here he’d be having a fit.” Said (Y/N)
“Okay. I’ve got one if you haven’t done it already. Never have I ever been in handcuffs.” Said Sharon
Nat, Maria, Sharon and (Y/N) take a shot.
“If your dad was here.” Pepper laughed pointing at (Y/N)
“Back to Maria.” Said (Y/N)
“Okay, Never have I ever given or received a lap dance.”
Pepper, (Y/N) and Maria take a shot.
“Aww no. gross.” Said (Y/N) “You gave my father a lap dance?”
“Nope.” Said Pepper
“What!” everyone screamed whilst laughing
“Tony gave you a lap dance?” asked Sharon, and Pepper just nodded not being able to speak because of her laughter.
“Oh my God. Perfect blackmail.” Said Nat
Everyone laughed for 4 minutes straight.
“Okay my turn now we can breathe. Never have I ever had a friends with benefits.” Said Wanda
Sharon, (Y/N) and Maria take a shot.
“Oh my God.” Said Pepper
“A girl has gotta eat right?” asked (Y/N)
Maria and Sharon agree with her.
“My turn. Never have I ever made out with someone of the same sex.” Said (Y/N)
“Cheers.” Said Sharon
(Y/N) and Sharon clinked their glasses together.
(Y/N) and Sharon take a shot.
“You two?” asked Nat with a raised eyebrow looking between the two.
(Y/N) and Sharon just giggled.
“Oh God. Steve and Bucky’s heads would explode. If their girls made out with each other.” Said Pepper
“I’m not even with Bucky.” Said (Y/N)
“But you want to be.” Said Sharon
“Yes. Okay I’m in love with him, happy now?” asked (Y/N)
“My turn. Never have I ever fallen in love at first sight.” Said Pepper
(Y/N) and Sharon take a shot.
They carry on playing for another hour before heading back to the tower. Needless to say. They were a little drunk.
  3 hours later the boys saw the girls stumbling out the elevator. Laughing their heads off. Sharon is the least drunk having not started at the same time and Pepper not being as wild as the rest of them was also pretty sober.
Wanda, (Y/N) and Nat walked out of the elevator singing Eminem’s Without me.
‘Guess who’s Back. Back again. Ladies back, warn your friends’
“That doesn’t sound right.” Said (Y/N) scrunching her face as if she was deep in thought, until she spotted Tony “Daddy bear.” She hugged him
“Yes sweet pea?” asked Tony as he hugged her back. She pulled away.
“You and Mama get up to some pretty funky shit.” She said pointing at him
Clint laughs. “Like what?”
“Well, Mama said that he gave her…” she was cut off by Pepper’s hand over her mouth making her voice muffled.
“We were playing never have I ever.” Nat babbled
“Let me go. Ooh look.” She said pointing at Bucky as she stumbled over to sit next to him on the couch but ended up in his lap.
(Y/N) touched Bucky's face and pulled him.
“Hey you look like this really sexy guy I know. Hehehe.” She looks to Steve “Where is my Buckybear anyway?”
“Actually (Y/N), I’m—” Bucky started to say before he was cut off by a hand.
“Woah he even sounds like him too. Ooh and has Bucky’s cool metal arm.” She said as she poked it and giggled “Wait. Were HYDRA mean to you too? Did they hurt you too? They hurt my Bucky. Bucky’s my best friend and I love him I just wish there was something I can do to help him. Where is he anyway? Is he in trouble? Is he upset?”
"No he’s fine. Probably just missed you" He replied trying to hold in a laugh that threatened to escape his lips.
“I doubt that, he so sexy he can get any girl he wants. No way he’d be with me.” Bucky couldn’t believe it when she said that. Did she honestly think she wasn’t good enough for him?
“Any guy would be lucky to be with you, (Y/N) and Bucky is lucky to have you.” Bucky said
“Hehehe. Bucky lucky, that rhymes. You should be a puppet.” (Y/N) said tapping his nose
“You mean a poet?” asked Bucky
“Oh yeah you’re right. You’re very smart. You’re like a Smarticle Particle” she laughed
 Steve looked at Sam and laughed mouthing ‘What does that mean?’  Sam just shrugged as Bucky rolled his eyes.
 “Can I tell you a secret? Big secret.” She indicates with her hands “Does it count as a secret if like 7 people know about it? Anyway as long as Buckybear never knows. I love him. Like really love him, his name too. James. It’s so sexy. I don’t get why he doesn’t like it. His arm is so cool literally like when I’m really hot I like to cuddle it but he don’t like touching me with it in case he – uh he--.” (Y/N) yawns and then falls asleep on Bucky’s shoulder as he sits there in shock.
“Did she just-? What happened.” asked Bucky
 “She just confessed her feelings to you Buck.” Said Steve
“Crap, she’s gonna kill us.” Said Sharon looking to Pepper
"I never thought she'd love me too." Bucky said
"Ha, I knew it." Said Steve
“We all knew it. She wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” Said Nat
"So what are we gonna do when she wakes up?" asked Bucky
"Well she probably won't remember all this but hopefully now you'll finally ask her out." Said Sharon
"I hope so.” He replied with a big smile on his face.
“Not without my permission, Tin man.” Said Tony
“Tony, come on. She’s 24 years old and capable of making her own decisions. And she’s more than capable to protect herself.” Said Pepper
 The next morning (Y/N) woke up on her bed. She couldn’t remember ever going to bed or changing for that matter. She groaned as the bright morning sun spilt through her bedroom. Her eyes having to adjust to the harsh light. After they had, she got up and showered.
 After her shower she headed downstairs and everyone stopped and stared at her.
“What?” she asked
“Are you hungover?” asked Pietro
“Screw you Pietro.” She replied
“Maybe later, princessa.” He winked. She rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and take a few painkillers. She come back in with the glass of water and sat beside Sharon opposite Bucky.
“Shaz. Why is everybody staring at me? What did you guys do?”
“It’s not what we did sweetie.” Said Pepper
“Okay what did I do? Give a stranger a lap dance or something.” The girls exchanged a few glances to each other before Steve answered for them “Not a stranger.”
(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows “How would you know you weren’t there?” asked (Y/N)
“Actually it’s what you did when we come back here.” Said Nat
“What-”
“You told Barnes that you loved him.” Said Pietro earning a smack from his sister “Ow”
(Y/N) got up and ran out back to her room.
 She went to the furthest corner and curled up into a ball crying. Would this crumble the friendship they had?
She was pulled out of her thoughts when there was a knock at her door.
“Go away.” She yelled
“(Y/N), it’s me.” She gasps Bucky “Can I come in?”
“Fine.” She said
Bucky slowly opened the door and looked around the room for her. When he found her he gently made his way over to her. He slowly held out his hand for you to take and placed the other hand on your waist pulling you into a hug. He pulled away and placed his finger under your chin and lifted your head up so you were looking at him.
"(Y/N), I need to know... I need to know if what you said last night is true."
She just stared into his eyes for a long time before looking away.
"Doll please, please, please tell me." He was practically begging.
"Yes." She mumbled
 "What?"
 "Yes Bucky I really truly love you. I know it's crazy you’re my best friend and you prob-"
Before she could finish Bucky connected his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet. So much better than she ever imagined it could be. She let a hand play with his hair lightly as his arms were around her waist. Bucky was her first real kiss and her best friend. She never thought she would fall in love, let alone with her best friend.
She opened her chocolate eyes to see his smile lighting up her room.
“In case it wasn’t obvious, doll. I feel the same way.” He said
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“ he is a bigger dick than what’s in between his legs.”“ - from Tom Holland/Peter Parker imagines (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/TxaBlwESqM
I'm so proud of this comeback I came up with in my new story on Wattpad
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Stuck With You | Tony Stark's Daughter (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/5V8raHNa70 "Hi, my name's Harley Stark, but you don't have to call me that if you're not ready for me to use your name." "What-Alright, you have five seconds to tell me who you are, kid, or I will kick you out myself." "Oh, I'm sorry, I've been told I skip straight to the point sometimes, so let me explain. My name is Harley Rivas, and I'm your daughter." …
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emilyparkerholland · 3 years
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Share my book? 🥺❤️
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The Iron Daughter {Iron Man/Avengers FanFiction} (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/R0i4gdZHTE Elena has never been an ordinary girl, even before getting adopted by Tony Stark, but after being taken in by the billionaire as a child, she thought she’d finally have a chance at a normal life. Then her adoptive father became Iron Man and any chance at “normal” went out the window. This book will tell the story of Elena’s life from Iron Man (2008) to the present. There will eventually be Elena x Peter.
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georgesbestieboo · 3 years
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Dating Peter Parker
What do You think it would be like to date Spider-man and be the only daughter of Tony Stark? I’m going to start writing one-shots but I need some ideas 
~Celeste 
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starksvixen · 3 years
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Fade Masterlist
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Summary: 
Erin Schulz. Hydra's Pawn, their greatest fighter yet. One of the enhanced, her power unmatched even by the Maximoff twins. Daughter of Stark but that secret has been hidden from Erin. All of her life she has been told that she is unwanted and that Hydra is her only home. But soon, that lie will be revealed. What will happen when Ultron strikes? Can she find her place in the world? Will Erin choose to be a hero or a villian?
A Wattpad Original Story
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Part 1: Age of Ultron
Prelude
Chapter 1: The Maximoffs
Chapter 2: The Attack
Chapter 3: A Disastrous Combination
Chapter 4: Captured
Chapter 5: Memory
Chapter 6: A Choice
Chapter 7: Is This What Safe Feels Like?
Chapter 8: A Realization
Chapter 9: The Fight
Chapter 10: The Vision 
Chapter 11: The End Of An Age
Chapter 12: Grief
Chapter 13: Time to Let Go
(Blurbs 1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
Part 2: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 14: Wishing I Could Forget
Chapter 15: The Accords
Chapter 16: Too Much Loss For Today
Chapter 17: Finding an Old Friend
Chapter 18: A War Is Brewing
Chapter 19: A New Recruit
Chapter 20: Civil War Part I
Chapter 20: Civil War Part II
Chapter 21: Aftermath
Chapter 22: He’s Okay
Chapter 23: Visitation 
Chapter 24: One Last Time
Chapter 25: Starting to Find Peace
Chapter 26: We’ll Be There
Part 3: Civil War
Prelude
Chapter 27: A Celebration
Chapter 28: A Little Longer
Chapter 29: Is This My Life Now?
Chapter 30: Cover Blown
Chapter 31: A New Threat
Chapter 32: No Matter What
Chapter 33: Myself
Chapter 34: I Guess We’re a Team Now, Huh?
Chapter 35: Milestones
Part 4: Infinity War & Endgame
Prelude
Chapter 36: He’s Here
Chapter 37: An Untimely Reunion
Chapter 38: Time to Stand
Chapter 39: We Lost
Chapter 40: Glimpses
Chapter 41: The Revival
Chapter 42: One...Last...Chance
The End
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trndsttr0961 · 4 years
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Rogue - Prologue
There are three rules in the Red Room. 
One: No attachments.
Two: No failure.
Three: No leaving, ever.
It’s safe to say that those who break these rules are never seen or heard from again. Everyone in the Red Room had a life before, but with no purpose. We simply didn’t have meaning. We were alright people, but we longed for adventure... for thrill. And we got just that. 
You know that thing they say, “be careful what you wish for”? Well, none of us took that seriously until it was too late. We got what we wished for, but at a terrible price. Wow. That sounded like something out of a dark Disney movie. 
They get you when you’re young.
They get you when you’re stupid.
They get you when you’re gullible.
They rope you in, convince you that you’ll be able to escape your harsh reality. For me, that was New York. New York was where the Avengers are, and where my father is. I hated the busy streets and the posters and tributes for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. But what I hated the most was Iron Man, who happened to be everywhere you looked in the busy city. When I was offered a job that would give me the rush I could never get with drugs or alcohol and could get me out of New York, I didn’t think twice before accepting it. 
Before the Red Room, I wasn’t necessarily a bad person. Sure, I did lie and steal a bit here and there, but I never hurt anyone. I was a normal teenager, I went to school, got good grades, had a few close friends, and went on social media. My home life wasn’t the best though, I never really spoke with my father, and when I did, it was because he was yelling at me for getting a bad grade or doing something wrong or just being a disappointment. 
Eventually, I just blocked him out. I just stopped caring about him and his fucking opinion. But I couldn’t help but let the thoughts get to me, what if he was right? What if I was a mistake? What if I’m not good enough? Smart enough, funny enough, pretty enough.
This is when I realized that he was bringing me down. 
That my father, Tony Stark would never and will never be proud of me. He will always be ashamed to call me his daughter. I would never be good enough, so what was the point? 
Now at this point, you’re probably thinking that I’m suicidal or depressed. Maybe even both. If you think this, you are partially correct. I was depressed, but I wasn’t suicidal. But that’s not what the rest of the world thinks. According to The New York Times, CNN, ABC News, The Wall Street Journal, and many other magazines and news channels, I had committed suicide at 
11:48 pm on Thursday, August 11, 2006. 
That was twelve years ago. 
The world thinks I’m dead, and so does my father. That was the only way I could be free. At least, that’s what Madame B. told me. I believed her, and in a way it was the truth. Death is the only way you can truly be free. 
But the Red Room isn’t going to let me go that easily. If I die, my family dies. As much as I hate my father, I don’t want him to die. He protects this world from people like me; the monsters in the dark.
Faking my death was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, besides my first kill. Of course, I would miss my friends, but would they really miss me? What about Pepper? She was like a mother to me after my own died in childbirth. My own father however didn’t give a damn whether or not I died. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even notice my absence until they found my “dead” body in my room. 
“This will make you fall into a deep sleep, one so deep they won’t be able to tell you’re alive,” Madame B. instructed in her heavy Russian accent while handing me the pill. “Make sure to leave the empty bottle of pills next to your body, and to ingest some of them so it’ll be in your bloodstream for the autopsy. This pill will dissolve, they won’t find a single trace of it.”
“How do you know it will work, Madame?” fifteen year-old me questioned.
Quick as lightning, she whipped out her blade and held it to my neck, pressing down lightly but not enough to draw blood.
“Never question your superiors.” She whispered harshly, warning me.
“Of c-course M-madam-me,” I stuttered nervously.
“Good. идти.” She released the knife from my neck before returning it from wherever she got it from.
I didn’t know exactly what she had said, but I later learned it meant
Go.
And when Madame B. said to go, you would go.
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