#what if steve is the archer
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Steve doesn't date, not anymore. He goes to bars, clubs, picks people up and makes it clear it's just for the night; that it can't, won't, be for anything more.
He falls too fast and too hard; wants so badly to be loved that he loses himself to it. So, he doesn't date and he's fine. More than fine, actually. Not worrying about finding someone, about falling in love, lets him truly enjoy his life; maybe for the first time since childhood.
He goes with Robin to visit her parents in Hawkins, wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run. With the sun barely up, he doesn't expect to come face-to-face with Eddie Munson, smoking on a park bench.
They startle each other in the early Hawkins quiet, Eddie jumping hard enough that he drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet.
"Christ, Harrington!" He snarls a little.
"Fuck, Eddie." Steve fights to catch his breath. "What are you doing out this early?"
He glances up, finds Eddie's eyes raking over this body in a way that makes him go hot all over.
"Haven't been home yet." Eddie smirks. And he can see that's true, Eddie is fully dressed, faint lines of mascara trail across his cheeks.
"Had a show?"
"Something like that." Eddie's cheeks pink, and he pulls a chunk of hair over his face.
Understanding dawns, and Steve points at him, delighted laugh bubbling in his throat.
"Don't--"
"You had an all night Hellfire meeting?" Steve cackles.
"Shut--Harrington, shut-up." But he's smiling too. "I'm in town this weekend. Dustin insisted!"
"You can tell him no, you know?" Steve giggles.
"Like you ever could."
Eddie stands then, and they hug, quick and tight. He practically crumbles into his friend's body, but then, that's nothing new. Steve breathes him in, immediately comforted by the familiarity of tobacco and leather and sweat and weed.
"I'm at Rob's. Come say hi?"
Eddie nods and they trek back together. They kept in touch, after Vecna, and their chatting is easy, like it's not been six months since the last time.
Eddie stays for breakfast tells them with a smile, "I was gonna call but--I'm moving to Chicago. That's why I'm crashing at Wayne's for now, stopped on the way--"
The rest of his words are smothered by the force of Steve and Robin's hug, Steve's heart beating an elated rhythm he doesn't bother investigating.
--
When Eddie makes it to town, they hang out as constantly as an adult with a day job and a touring musician can. It's nice, good, to see Eddie sitting on their couch. To watch him smoke a joint on the balcony. To hangout in his bed as he works on new music. It's just like the summer of '86, before they all went off to find their futures.
They're closer than they've ever been. Crashing at each other's apartments, sharing clothes, meeting for coffee and drinks and meals. There's not a day or night when they're free that they don't spend together.
Steve knows he's falling for Eddie; was halfway there already, and now--well, Eddie's beautiful and funny and smart and talented. He doesn't make a move, though. Because Eddie'll leave, like they all do, and losing Eddie will crush him more than anyone else ever has.
--
In June, Eddie's gone for a month, touring across the midwest. The day he's expected back, Steve's in the kitchen, rolling up fresh pasta, simmering sauce on the stove.
Robin stomps in, eyes flashing. "What are you doing?"
"Making dinner?" Steve raises an eyebrow.
"Steve."
"Robin."
They glare at each other across the kitchen. Steve breaks first. "What's wrong with making our friend dinner?"
"I don't want either of you to get hurt."
Steve freezes, swallows. "I'm not--I'm--I wouldn't."
"Just. Promise you'll be careful?"
He nods, squeezes his hands into fists. "Course, Rob."
And he means it, he really does, but when Eddie lets himself in, Steve runs to the doorway to pull his friend into a tight hug.
Eddie huffs out a burst of air on impact, laughing lightly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"
"So much," Steve whispers. He presses his nose into Eddie's neck, breathing him in, and he doesn't miss the way a kiss is pressed into his hair, the way Eddie's breathing him in too.
They fall into their natural rhythm immediately, Eddie following him to the kitchen, cooing and posturing that Steve made him dinner.
As Steve serves up the food, Eddie wraps his arms around his waist, leaning against his back. God help him, but Steve can't help relax into the hold, turning his head until their eyes meet.
Desire bleeds from Eddie's gaze, and Steve's breath hitches. He wants this so badly, knows he shouldn't, but he lets himself lean in until they share air.
But--he can't lose Eddie. He can't.
He turns away, lets the moment die. Eddie doesn't stay over that night, and Steve pretends like it doesn't make his stomach hurt.
--
They aren't as close after that.
Steve keeps telling himself it's because they're busy. The school year's starting up, Steve's got lesson plans to write; Eddie made an EP, it got interest, he's taking meetings in New York and LA. It's okay that they're spending less time together.
Until Eddie stops returning his calls.
He tries not to worry. But one call becomes two, becomes three, and he can't help it. He goes over, dread a knot in his stomach. Eddie opens the door, and he's shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair loose and streaming around his shoulders. He looks happy.
"Steve? What are you--"
"You weren't answering my calls, and--can I come in?"
Eddie winces. "It's not a good time, Harrington."
He stands there for a second, stung, not sure what to say.
"Eddie, I--"
"Babe?" A voice calls from inside the apartment. "Who's at the door?"
Steve freezes. Can't think, can't move. He hopes it isn't obvious that his heart is shattering, but Eddie's blinking at him, panic written in the lines gathering on his forehead.
"Steve, Stevie, please," Eddie is saying, but he can't do this. He can't do this.
He walks away, all the way home, numb to everything around him.
The phone's ringing when he gets to the apartment. He ignores it. Goes to his room, locks himself in, crawls into bed.
The phone keeps ringing. He keeps ignoring it.
It isn't supposed to be like this. They weren't dating, weren't trying for a relationship; Eddie's supposed to be his. He curls into himself, sobs until his ribs hurt, until his eyes are as heavy as his heart, and he falls asleep.
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Steve startles awake, disoriented, to someone knocking on his bedroom door. He has no idea what time it is, how long he slept, but he expects Robin to be waiting in the hall.
It's Eddie. Hair in a messy bun, face flushed, eyes too bright.
"I'm sorry," falls out of Steve's mouth before he can think of anything else.
"Steve, I--I don't--" Eddie shakes his head. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me?"
"Yes," Steve whispers. "But I can't lose you, Eddie."
Eddie reaches out, slender hand, cupping Steve's jaw. "I need you to really listen when I say this, sweetheart. You will never, ever lose me. Not a chance."
"You can't know that," Steve says. Tears break free, cascade down his cheeks. "I used to think who could ever leave me? You know, back before Nancy. But I realized that actually no one would stay. And I can't--with you I can't--"
"Sweetheart," Eddie chokes on a sob. "I'm yours. Have been for years. I will never, ever leave you, no matter what we are to each other. But I can't be in some of a relationship with you. You have me wrapped around your finger, and I--I need it all, Steve."
"I want you to have it, Eddie." He presses his hand to his heart. "This belongs to you, but I--I couldn't survive you leaving."
"I would stay, Steve. I will. I promise on everything I have, everything I am, that you would never, ever lose me."
Steve stumbles into Eddie's arms, totally gone, and their mouths meet in a clumsy kiss. It wrecks Steve, tears him apart, renders him down to his smallest parts only to build him back together. He knows now for certain that there is no one else in the world for him.
They break apart, but don't move out of each other's orbit. "I love you," Steve whispers.
"Stevie, sweetheart, I love you more than anything." His fingers wind their way into Steve's hair, gentle, holding him. "I promise you'll have me for forever--fuck, longer than forever. My soul will find yours wherever we end up. I swear it."
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#angst#fluff and angst#angst with a happy ending#friends to lovers#musician eddie munson#teacher steve harrington#situationship#mutual pining#steve swears off dating#eddie is hopelessly in love with him#what if steve is the archer#who could ever leave me darling but who could stay#what if eddie is linger#you know i'm such a fool for you#the archer#linger#eddie will stay
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Kinkmas (11)- The Grinch Who Stole Her Heart
Wanda X Reader 18+
Summary: When a certain witch discovers your hate for Christmas, she can't help but try her best into convincing you to love the festive season.
Word Count: 10.8k
Warnings/Tags: Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Fluff, Domestic Avengers, Christmas Fluff, Flirting, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Christmas Decorating, Gingerbread houses, Ice Skating, Snowball Fights, Soft Smut, First time, Inexperienced Wanda/Experienced Reader, Fingering, Praise, Confessions, Aftercare
Kinkmas Masterlist
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Gentle chatter and a tranquil, festive atmosphere wrapped around the common room of the compound like a warm, cosy blanket, most of the team bunched up on various sofas with snacks ready in hand, waiting for Wanda to finally press the play button to start Home Alone on the big screen.
The witch, however, was not ready to start the movie, her eyes flickering over the content and excited faces of the team, searching for one individual in particular.
You.
Where were you?
"Where's Y/n?" Wanda asked, puzzled, the soft murmur in the room going quiet, curious and confused gazes meeting one another at the brunette's question, apprehensive to tell the truth.
Natasha carefully placed down the bowl of popcorn that was in her lap, inadvertently stopping Clint from stealing more of the treat which made him grumble a little, the redhead looking between the rest of the team, not wanting to dampen the young woman's mood.
It had become abundantly clear over the last few days and since the start of December that Wanda was in love with the idea of Christmas and all the festive traditions, the team having tried their best to keep you away from her, despite the witch subconsciously seeking you out, her mind unable to explain why her heart would flutter in your presence, her mood always being lifted by you.
"Y/n isn't a 'fan' of Christmas," Natasha cautiously phrases her words, not wanting to ruin the mood that was so gratefully appreciated in the room, the uplifted mood of Christmas enabling the mighty Avengers to have some time to relax and spend together as a family.
"What?" Wanda's tone signalling her confusion at how someone could possibly not like Christmas, her head tilting in her usual manner, Pietro speeding from the sofa to stand with his sister, seemingly just as baffled.
"How can she not be a fan of Christmas?" Pietro adds, just as obsessed with the festive season as his sister, his love for it being driven by the sheer amount of food and presents though.
"She just..." Natasha trails off, thinking how to explain your lack of jolliness, her eyes flickering to Clint for a little help. The archer simply shrugs, her leg kicking back at his shin for his lack of usefulness, a small yelp escaping him as he grabs the popcorn bowl, deciding that the food would be a sufficient apology from her.
"She hates it," Tony bluntly puts it, everyone's head turning from the sofas to the billionaire in the kitchen, fixing himself a ridiculously large hot chocolate in the beautifully decorated kitchen, annoyance written across Steve and Natasha's face as they wanted to keep it a peaceful evening.
"She doesn't 'hate' it," Steve tries to reason, his blue eyes flickering towards Sam and Bucky who are disinterested in what's going on, most likely bickering between themselves over who gets more room on the sofa.
"Oh come on Capsicle," Tony teases, Steve's cheeks darkening at the nickname the man uses for him, mumbling under his breath an 'oh god' at the billionaire's mischievous tone. "She hates it. End of. We've all tried to get her to like it but she just refuses to enjoy the Christmas spirit," he says whilst placing his steaming mug down, flopping onto his section of the sofa and asking Friday to lower the lights, wanting to watch the film now. "Now, are we going to watch the film or not?" He asks, clearly not bothered by your absence.
"Not all of us have tried," Wanda says after a moment, tossing the remote to Natasha, hoping she'd somehow keep the boys in check, knowing the chaos the entire team could cause without her magic there to stop objects flying across the room. "Start the film without me," Wanda calls out, walking out of the room, determined to find your room and figure out a way to persuade you into falling in love with the magical season.
Despite not figuring out a plan, the brunette knocks on your door with purpose, waiting outside for you to open up, various thoughts flooding through her mind as she impatiently plays with the rings on her fingers.
Eventually, you open your bedroom door, your brow raising at her current outfit, a smug smirk creeping onto your lips. The Christmas themed pyjamas amused you as you let your eyes wander down the various festive items decorating the fabric, the red and green chequered pants slightly too long for her as they pooled around her ankles, the fluffy socks further entertaining you as you stood in a simple, thin shirt and joggers, a stark contrast to her holiday themed get up.
"What-"
"Why do you hate Christmas?" she asks, enticing green eyes gazing into yours curiously, your eyes widening at her forward question, a soft chuckle escaping you, Wanda unable to stop the swarm of butterflies in her stomach at the sound.
"Why do you love Christmas?" You counter, leaning against the door frame as you see various emotions flicker across her face, your features softening at her adorably annoyed state.
"Why do I love Christmas?" She repeats almost shocked, still baffled at the whole ordeal, "It's just magical," her tone laced with the love she has for the time of year. "It's a time to spend with family, to give gifts, to have fun with silly traditions," she lists, watching closely to your reactions as your soft expression remains uninterested.
"Just seems like a lot of effort to me," you casually say, her brows furrowing at your words, mouth parting and closing, unsure of what to say. "Is that all you wanted to ask? I'm currently in the middle of a mission report," your tone is annoyingly soft and calm, determination brewing in Wanda to show you how amazing Christmas was but still unsure how.
"No, I..." she trails off for a moment, tilting her head marginally to the side as she thinks hard about how to convince you. "Do you really hate it?" She asks, tone trying her best to hide the disappointment that filled her, your smile softening, body pushing yourself off the frame of the door to look at her properly, still amused at her clothing.
"It's just not for me, Wanda," your tone apologetic as you gathered how much she loved the season, your heart clenching a little at the despondent look that took over her face, wishing you could ensure a smile was always on her lips, only ever wanting her to be happy.
"Ok," she whispers, slowly nodding at your words and turning around to retreat to where the rest of the team was, a sudden idea entering her mind as she hears you shutting the door. "Give me one week," her tone desperate and rushed as your hand halted, opening the door with a confused look, laughing softly as she quickly walked back over to the door, fluffy socks sliding a little on the smooth floor.
"What?" your tone matches the curiosity engraved on your face, smile widening at the glint of hope in her eyes.
"Give me one week to show you how magical Christmas is," she explains further, her enchanting green eyes almost putting you under a spell, part of you contemplating giving into her despite your dislike for everything about December 25th. Your face shows your conflicted state, Wanda taking your delayed response as a win, her nose scrunching up in a way that has your heart beating wildly in your chest, an inexplicable onrush of affection flowing through you. "Please?" she adds, excitement creeping into he tone as you sigh out heavily, unable to resist the soft spot you had for her, a smile gracing your features.
"One week," you begrudgingly say, a smile still present on your face though as her lips stretch into a wide grin, joy filling her as various ideas flood through her mind, ready to warm you up to the season.
***
"I'm not so sure you're trying to convince me," you mutter, lifting the heavy box of decorations and trudging your way towards her room, "I feel like you're just using me for slave labour," you grumble, peaking over the box to watch your step, bumping into the corner of the door frame before dropping the box onto the floor, a rattle of baubles filling the room.
"If you stopped complaining and acting like the grinch this would be a whole lot easier," she teases, crouching down and opening the box, looking up at you with a small smirk that has you rolling your eyes, happiness taking over your chest as you follow her command.
"The grinch is an icon," you mumble, flickering your gaze away from the aesthetic decorations in the box and into her alluring green, finding them far more interesting than the shiny plastic objects.
"Yeah? And why is that?" Her tone is playful and cheerful, eliciting an involuntary smile from you as you struggle to maintain your composure near her, the crush you thought you had gotten over seeming to resurface, her brow raising expectantly as she waits for you to continue.
"He lives in a mountain with his dog, away from people, sounds like heaven to me," your tone slightly sarcastic, earning a soft laughter from her, her eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Her gaze drifts away from you as her own heart starts to beat wildly in her chest at being able to spend time with you, her lips pulling up into a shy smile. "And he's green," you add, a humorous grin taking over your face, cracking her composure.
A giggle leaves her lips at your tone, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tries to stifle her laugh, her eyes meeting yours with an amused glimmer in them, your smile widening as warmth floods through you in a tender manner.
"What's so special about the colour green?" She manages to ask when she stops laughing, entertained by your words, reluctantly turning her back away from you as she moves towards the tree in her room with a bundle of lights, beckoning you over as she untangles them, wanting your help to decorate her room as she hadn't had time to do it yet.
It's the colour of your eyes is what you initially think of saying, a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you rethink an answer, grateful she wasn't looking at you as you thought it, her head soon looking back over her shoulder as you don't answer.
"I don't know," you unconvincingly respond, shoulders shrugging, "It's just a cool colour." Wanda chuckles, clearly not believing your vague answer as she looks at your form over her shoulder, playfully shaking her head before continuing to wrap the lights around the pine tree while you gradually make your way over to her, your attention flickering over to her desk.
"Oh my god," you laugh out, admiring the framed photograph of Wanda and Pietro dressed up for Halloween in Sokovia, chuckling at their ridiculous outfits. "Pietro looks like Fury with that eye patch," you snicker out, Wanda rushing over to you and sliding the photo out of your hands, embarrassed by her toothy grin in it, a smile still on her face as she hears your genuine laugh, her gaze moving to the photo of her and her brother that she always loved.
"He wanted to be his own version of a pirate," she explains with a nostalgic tone, placing down the photo while you just admire her features, getting lost in thought again, the feelings you tried to bury trying their best to take over you as you simply smile at her softly, a tender expression taking over her face at your enamoured gaze.
"I bet he was just as annoying as a child as he is now," you tease, making her laugh again, your heart melting at being able to hear the sound again, the brunette placing an ornament in your hand to stop you procrastinating, sensing your attempt at stalling her plans.
"Even more," she jokes, her fingers brushing over yours softly, the touch engraved in your memory as they pull away from you, Wanda snapping you out of your thoughts as she continues. "Now come on, we have a tree to decorate," her tone adding excitement to it as you let out a displeased grumble, still smiling at her though.
Maybe, just maybe, the next week wasn't going to be as bad as you thought.
***
"I hope you know I'm only here because you promised me food," you mumble whilst your hand supports your head as you sit at the kitchen island, eyes wandering around the various decorations littered around the room then towards the woman in front of you, observing how she rolls out the gingerbread.
A soft, genuine smile takes over her face in amusement, her gaze lifting to meet your form watching her attentively, chuckling softly as she continues to measure out the dimensions for the house she intended on making, a playful and teasing expression taking over her angelic features.
"Is that so?" she asks, slicing through the dough she's rolled to create the walls of the house, your eyes trained on the deft way her fingers move, gaze lifting to watch her concentrate, in awe of her working. You knew Wanda loved to cook and bake, but to watch her properly, almost intimately, made you truly appreciate her love for the hobby.
"Yep," you say while popping the 'p', smiling at the way she wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, a streak of powdered sugar visible against her skin, your teeth biting down on your lip to stop yourself from laughing at her cute state.
"Well if someone wants to eat they have to help," her tone reprimanding you for not helping her at all so far.
"I've helped," you say, pretending to take offence as she uses her magic to softly push you off the stool at the kitchen island, a small groan leaving you as you eventually wander around the kitchen to stand next to her. "Does moral support not mean anything anymore?" you mutter as she hands you a spoon, your fake mood crumbling away at the way she peers up at you with a raised brow, the streak of sugar making you smile.
"What?" she laughs out when you end up staring at her forehead too long, a nervous expression on her face as you grab a cloth from the countertop and delicately wipe away the mess on her skin, her cheeks a similar colour to her magic as she tries to control her emotions, a shy smile taking over her features as you meet her gaze with an affectionate look.
"There's my contribution," you joke, tossing the cloth back onto the countertop as Wanda sees the small smear of powdered sugar on the fabric, the wave of embarrassment never coming as you continue to smile at her, her head shaking at your antics.
"You're not getting out of it that easy," she chuckles out, setting up the bowl for you to make the icing in, handing you everything you'd need before checking on the gingerbread that was in the oven, making sure everything was going to plan.
After you've made the icing and the dough is baked to perfection as well as having cooled down, Wanda starts to put together the house with your help, deciding to ask Friday to help encourage the festive spirit by getting them to play the witch's Christmas playlist, an amused glint present in your eyes as you picture her listening to the music on her own, most likely dancing to each tune.
Your fingers carefully hold the wall of gingerbread, Wanda delicately piping the icing along the edges to help stabilise the structure, the smell of the freshly made treat making your mouth yearn to taste the delicious flavours, the other woman humming the tune to the song that was playing as you assembled the house together. Quicker than you expected, you had the house made and just in need of decorating, your gaze now on Wanda who softly sang the lyrics to 'Last Christmas', a mischievous smile taking over your face.
As if sensing your gaze on her, she met your admiring stare, her smile stretching that little bit wider as she lifts the spoon from the icing bowl, using it as a microphone as she keeps her enchanting eyes on you.
"Tell me, baby, do you recognise me?" she sings, her voice angelic as you can't help but watch in awe as she subtly dances near you, walking behind your body and enticing you to follow her. "Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me," her gentle voice sounding around the room, blessing your ears as she sings the iconic song, "'Happy Christmas', I wrapped it up and sent it, with a note saying 'I love you' I meant it, now I know what a fool I've been." Her words further lure you into being amazed by her, your body turning once again to follow her movements, her body next to yours as she places the bowls she's just collected on the countertop, her eyes lifting up to meet your enamoured gaze, "But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again." Your breath hitches at the way her eyes subconsciously drift to your lips before flickering back up, the soft, loving glint evident in her eyes as the gaze lingers, her only breaking the gaze when the desire to kiss you becomes too strong.
"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day-"
"You sold it on ebay," you interrupt, a teasing smile on your lips as you steal the piping bag from her, a laugh spilling from her lips at your immature behaviour. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to Marks and Spencers," her hand lightly slaps your arm as you 'ruined' the chorus for her, her smile almost reaching her ears though at the pure joy you managed to fill her with, your arms raising in surrender as you see wisps of magic flicker at her fingers, knowing how she could torture you with ticklish sensations like she did a couple days ago when decorating the tree. "Ok, ok," you laugh out in surrender as the red tendrils brush over your skin, "Tesco extra instead of Marks and Spencers?"
She simply smacks you lightly once again on the shoulder, her hand lingering against your body before pulling back, rolling her eyes at your amused and smug smile, cheekily squeezing a little of the icing onto your finger to taste it.
"Mhmm delicious," you softly moan at the sweet treat, exaggerating your love for the simple food you made, Wanda stealing the bag back from you and pointing it at you like it was a weapon.
"Stop eating all the decorations," she mutters, using her magic to push away the bowl full of sprinkles, laughing softly at the way your hand misses and hits the table, a small pout forming on your lips.
"Fine," you grumble as she hands you the piping bag back, letting you have full reign on decorating the gingerbread house, something she'd inevitably regret.
***
A couple hours later you're sprawled out against the sofa, a bowl of the broken gingerbread house in your lap as you tilt your head to look at Wanda, once again admiring her features while she was fully immersed in whatever was playing on the tv.
Your eyes focus on each delicate feature of her face, trailing over the slight dust of pink on her cheeks, a few strands of brunette locks framing her face perfectly and the gentle slope of her nose before spending a little more time admiring her plump lips and eventually settling on her mesmerising eyes. Your heart clenched a little at her beauty, your gaze eventually being torn away from her as you knew you shouldn't think of her as more of a friend, to get lost in fantasy of what it would feel like to be with her all over again as you remember the pain of pushing it all down.
The soft giggle that left her lips immediately knocked you out of your thoughts, the smile that seemed ever present near her emerging once again as you raised your brow at her when you met her gaze, her nose scrunching in that captivating manner as red wisps form at the tips of her fingers once again.
"I thought we were going to share the gingerbread," She teases lightly, using her magic to steal a piece from you, your hand wrapping protectively around your bowl of treats.
"Woah, this is mine Maximoff," you defensively say, using her surname playfully, addicted to the taste of the icing you used to cover most of the crisp gingerbread, the aim of your decorations to give you a sugar overload. "I decorated it," you mumble, squinting your eyes at her when she floats over a larger piece from the bowl in faux annoyance, your hands placing the bowl down as there way no way you'd be able to stop her magic, your eyes watching with interest how the red tendrils delicately flow through the air.
"And I made it," she counters, biting into the corner of the roof, a pleased noise escaping her at the taste of it, the festive spirit further consuming her as the taste brings back many memories of past Christmases, a nostalgic look taking over her face momentarily.
"I thought you were trying to convince me to like Christmas," you joke as you lean back against the sofa, eyes trained on her as she raises her brow at your relaxed manner, continuing to eat her piece of gingerbread.
"I am, is it working?" She asks, smiling at you hopefully, her enthralling green solely focused on you making it hard to think straight and come up with your usual sarcastic remark. You pause for a moment, Wanda's head tilting in curiosity as you remain silent, a small blush forming on your cheeks as you gather yourself together.
"It would be if I got to eat all the gingerbread," you tease eventually, switching your gaze to something other than her alluring beauty, eyes landing on the various sweets stuck on the white icing.
"Is it actually working though?" She asks again, voice holding a more serious and intrigued tone compared to her joking tone, her green containing a hint of nerves as she really hoped it was.
Your mouth opens and closes to respond, unsure of what to say. If you were being honest, you didn't love the festive season any more, you simply enjoyed the last three days because you were with her.
"It hasn't changed my opinion on Christmas," you say softly, her face dropping a little making you continue, "But, I have had so much fun over the last few days, I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you fix her mood instantly, a blush taking over her face this time, her gaze flickering away from you, teeth biting down softly on her lower lip to try and contain her smile.
"Yeah?" she murmurs out a little timidly, gathering the courage to meet your softening gaze once more, the two of you smiling at each other, unaware of the swirling emotions in both of you. "Well still I've got four more days to fix that," she says, tone determined and adamant that she would persuade you, your smile growing that little bit wider at her confidence, part of you hoping she was right just to see that smile on her face.
***
"I'm not so sure about this Wanda," your voice a little shaky as your fingers grip the edge of the wall as tightly as possible, the ice skates you were wearing sliding on the ice in a manner than unnerved you, your eyes lifting to find Wanda only to see her skating off skilfully, turning back to you with a teasing look.
"Come on, I promise it's fun," she calls back, swarms of people brushing past you, further adding to your nerves as you hated how unstable you felt, her green eyes meeting yours through the crowd, sensing how uncomfortable you felt.
You watched a little embarrassed as she effortlessly skated over to you, the sound of screaming children nearby and the scratching of ice being blocked out as she comes closer to you, a different kind of anxiety flowing through you at her little smirk.
"Is the infamous Y/n, world hero and Avenger, scared of ice skating?" she teases softly, your eyes rolling at her comment. Just because you were an Avenger didn't mean you enjoyed activities like this.
"No..." you trailed off, your foot slipping slightly, Wanda watching how your body immediately tensed, knuckles bleeding white at your grip on the edge of the wall, her hand moving to your lower back to keep you stable, wanting to make sure you were alright. "Maybe just a little," you confess quietly, hoping she wouldn't find it a problem, her smile turning a little sympathetic. "It's scary ok? Steve got stuck in ice for like seventy plus years in it so it must be very dangerous," you explain, a genuine laugh slipping past her lips at your reasoning.
"It was only sixty six years," she corrects, your head shaking a little at her words, your mind processing where her hand was, a wave of butterflies taking over your body as your fingers adjust their grip on the cold edge.
"Do you trust me?" Her voice a gentle whisper, your mind focussing on her, only her as she looks at you as if you were the only thing going on in the ice rink, your head nodding as you couldn't muster any words to leave your mouth, far too nervous to not embarrass yourself any further.
Her hands gently clasp yours, her fingers intimately interlocking with yours, her soft gaze meeting your hesitant one, her feet guiding her backwards as she slides across the ice, pulling you carefully with her.
"Bend your knees a little," she instructs, trying to guide you into the best position so you wouldn't fall. You try to listen to her but the feeling of her impossibly soft hands in yours makes all common sense leave your mind, your body just about listening to her instructions. "Don't lean too far forwards if you don't want to fall," she playfully whispers, keeping you close to her as she can tell it's keeping you calm, her intoxicating perfume reaching your senses and further drowning you in the thought of her. "That's it," she praises softly, a small smile reaching your lips as you skate slightly on your own, still tightly gripping onto her, not that she minded.
The two of you did a few laps around the ring, your grip on her gradually decreasing as your confidence grew, the two of you stopping by a wall to relax for a moment, your cheeks and noses tinted pink from the cold room, smiles engraved on both of your faces.
Your smile widens when you see a child fall over, a snicker leaving your lips as you can't help it, Wanda playfully pushing you at your reaction, reprimanding your behaviour as the mother briefly looks over towards you two in annoyance, her child's face pulling into distress. Panic flashes across your face as you slip a little, your arm shooting out to wrap around hers, pulling yourself into her body, flush against her, making both of your blushes darken a little, her arm wrapping around you to keep you upright.
"Don't," you mumble when you feel her laugh against you, your body melting against hers as she keeps you stable and secure, her body also helping you keep warm.
"Don't what? Tease you?" She chuckles out, your head turning to meet her amused and mischievous gaze, breath hitching a little as you underestimated the space between you, your lips mere inches away from hers, both of your gazes drifting down to one another's mouths.
The heat that washes over you when her slightly darkened green meet yours causes you to straighten your back, pulling yourself further away from her face, your hand hesitantly reaching further down her arm to her fingers, interlocking them once again to try and keep your thoughts on anything but the longing to feel her lips on yours, a brief moment of courage washing through you when she doesn't pull back.
"I won't tease you," she whispers out once she's gotten control over her pounding heart, her cheeks still tinted pink as she smiles at your hand holding hers, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand, grateful for you being braver than her and initiating something. "But that doesn't mean I won't tell Nat," a soft laugh leaves you as you meet her eyes once more, sensing the mirth in them as she imagined the various ways the Russian would torment you.
"I'm never going to hear the end of it," you mumble, her nose scrunching at your tone, the action making you think it was worth any amount of teasing comments that Natasha could throw at you, the warmth that wrapped around your heart at her expression worth anything in the world as she drags you away from the wall again, skating with you, hand in hand.
***
A relentless pounding at your door has you reluctantly rolling out of bed, in dire need of a nap after the new workout Natasha wanted to try with you, your body ready to sink into your soft mattress and relax for just a little bit.
"You better have some more gingerbread," you mutter as you hear Wanda call your name through the door, your hand turning your door handle and opening, revealing the woman who consumed all your thoughts. "What-" A thick winter coat was thrown at you, your body not expecting the item making you take a step back, your eyes widening at Wanda in confusion as you properly took a hold of the clothing item, the coat a contrast to your oversized shirt and joggers.
"Do you wanna build a snowman?" she sings in a teasing voice, a groan leaving your lips at the movie reference, a tired sigh leaving your lips.
"I just wanna sleep," you whine out as she simply walks into your room as you turn away, smiling at the way you still comply to her question, searching through your wardrobe for a thick jumper and pants, not wanting to freeze in the cold as snowflakes gracefully spilled from the sky, the grass surrounding the compound drowning in the white blanket of snow.
"You can sleep later," her tone amused at the way you shake your head at her, amazed at the way she has you wrapped around her finger as you shrug on the coat she tossed you, turning your head and sending a pointed look.
"This better be worth it," you mumble, her body coming closer to yours and fixing your hood as it was sticking out weird, her cold fingers brushing the back of your neck causing you to wake up a little more.
"Spending time with me is always worth it," she whispers, recalling how you confessed to her how you enjoyed being with her, a smile creeping onto your lips as you chuckle at her words, her eyes peering up into yours as you let her fix your outfit, unable to stop the warmth bubbling inside you.
"That is true," you murmur ever so softly, her smile widening as she lets her hands drift to your shoulders to smooth the coat out, growing in confidence near you after being together for the last four days constantly. "But sleep is pretty amazing too," you mumble, earning her signature nose scrunch, your heart beating that little bit faster at the enamoured look in her eyes.
"Come on," she sighs out, walking behind you and pushing you towards the door, struggling a little as you use your strength to keep you planted.
"Save me bed! She's trying to kidnap me," you call out dramatically, chuckling as she uses her magic to push you out of the door, you calling out of your bed once more, earning another string of laughter from her as she leads you out of the compound, walking side by side with you, letting your bodies brush.
A chill takes over your body as you trudge your way through the snow that's piling up, the sound of satisfying crunches and nearby birds filling the air as you let Wanda lead you to the best place to build her desired snowman. You watch with an affectionate gaze at her thick gloves and the scarf that's wrapped so tightly around her neck, the bobble hat that she stole from you moving with each step she takes, her head looking her shoulder at you, her smile almost reaching her ears.
You follow her until she stops, deciding this was the best location to build it, her eyes looking back at the compound and ensuring you'd be able to see it from the large window in the common room, unaware of the redhead and archer sitting peacefully together, curious as to what you two were doing, a glint of realisation flickering across Natasha's face.
Unable to stop yourself, you give into the temptation of crouching down in the snow, grabbing a handful of it and moulding it into the shape of a large snowball, trying to perfect the shape to make it easier to throw.
"Hey Wanda?" You call out innocently, lining up your shot as you wait for her to turn around, her eyes glimmering with joy before widening, unable to move out of the way as the snow crashes against her body, exploding into various fragments of white dust, a gasp leaving her lips.
You can't help but laugh wholeheartedly at her reaction, an uncontrollable laughter escaping you as happiness consumes you entirely, shock present on her face to begin with before revenge takes over, taking advantage of your distracted state and grabbing a handful of snow, ready to throw it back at you.
Your laughter is interrupted when she headshots you with the snowball, disbelief evident on your face as her smile grows smug, a dangerous chuckle leaving you making her smile slowly fade, mischief evident on your face. At your expression, Wanda starts to run, laughter spilling from her lips as she gets a head start, your legs swiftly moving to catch up with her.
"Oh no you don't," you call out, your smile engraved on your face as you chase after, using your abilities to help you catch up to her. You can't stop the genuine laughter that escapes you as you dodge the snowballs her magic throws at you blindly, your body gradually catching up to her, inching closer as the two of you trample through the snow like idiots, not caring about anything else in the world but one another. Eventually, your arm wraps around her middle, pulling her closer to your body as you grab a load of snow with your other hand, intending on dropping it on her head, your plan not working as you both go tumbling in the snow, laughter still sounding around the two of you. "Gotcha," you chuckle out as you land on top of her, her hands holding onto your shoulders as your body is flush against hers, your hand cupping the back of her head protectively and the other bracing your body above hers.
Her breath gently fans across your face as you both pant a little from the sudden running, your eyes getting lost in hers as she smiles up at you angelically, your gaze eventually drifting across her features, still stunned by her beauty. Your gaze settles on her lips, watching how she subtly wets her lower lip before her teeth gently bite down on it, your eyes flickering up to her softening green, building up to ask her the question you've wanted to for ages.
"Can.... Can I kiss you?" your voice a barely audible whisper, the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage deafening in your ears as you await a response, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering vigorously.
"Took you long enough to ask," she murmurs playfully, having heard your thoughts about her eyes all those days ago, piecing together that you may have felt the same way about her as she did towards you.
Her fingers fisted against the hem of your coat and pulled you down into her body, claiming your lips in the way you both longed for. You kissed her tenderly, her lips pressing over yours just as affectionately, the cold tip of her nose brushing against yours as you got lost in the moment together. Your eyes fluttered shut to savour the feeling of her mouth, how gentle and soft it was as you weren't guaranteed another chance, another kiss, so you forced your racing thoughts to stop for a moment as your lips moved against hers lovingly, wanting to engrave the feeling into your mind forever. The kiss was shy and timid, your lips remaining together for mere seconds, but the intimacy of it made your head spin with the thought of her. The thought of her body pressed against yours, her mouth pressed against yours, forehead leaning against yours and arms pulling you impossibly closer, it was all too much. You were utterly mesmerised by her. Everything just felt so pure, sogenuine, so... intimate that it made you sigh gently into her mouth, pulling back with nothing but love evident in your eyes as she matched your tender gaze, just as obsessed with you as you were her.
"I told you this would be worth it," she whispers against you, her lips gently brushing yours, enticing you into gently claiming hers once more, smiling into her mouth.
"It really was," you murmur lovingly against her, her head hiding against your shoulder as she can't stop the wide smile appearing on her face, her nose scrunching up once more as you melt against her body, joy coursing through you at what just happened.
She kissed you.
You actually just kissed her.
A wave of giddiness overtook you as you grinned at her when she pulled back from your body, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes as her hands left your body, your mind paying no attention to it as she looked at you in that adoring manner, consuming your thoughts.
What you didn't expect was to feel snow hitting the back of your head, an adorable laugh leaving her at her playful actions, disbelief evident on your face. The feeling of betrayal immediately left you at the heavenly noise that spills delicately from her, your head shaking to remove the snow in your hair as she cups your cheek, guiding you back down for an apologetic kiss, the two of you unable to stop smiling.
Another individual who couldn't stop smiling was Natasha who watched the scene unfold through the window with Clint, glad that you finally acted on your crush and helped her win the bet with the archer. He grumbled as he reached for his wallet, searching for the desired note as a sigh of relief left the redhead when you started to walk hand in hand through the snow, finding somewhere else to finally build the snowman.
***
Humming to yourself, you found yourself in Wanda's room again, this time sprawled out of her bed, waiting for the witch to return with the snacks for the movie night she planned for you. It was going to be a Christmas marathon, starting with Home Alone one and two, then onto the Grinch so Wanda could tease you about your 'icon' and then finally Elf as she was sure you'd be asleep by then, having discovered how much you loved to lay in bed yesterday when you fell asleep during the first attempt at the marathon, much to her amusement. This time, however, she planned to keep you awake with food and potentially a cuddle as the two of you swiftly discovered how much you both craved physical touch, even if it was something small like holding hands, a smile growing on her lips as she enters the room, remembering the various instances of you subtly reaching for her hand and interlocking your fingers.
A soft chuckle leaves her lips at the way your head raises off the bed at the sound of the door shutting, your eyes growing curious when you see the bowl in her hands, instantly perking up and eager to know what she brought. When your eyes saw the popcorn in the bowl, your smile widened, moving around on her bed so that your back was against the pillow at the headboard, arm raising to welcome her body against your side, the other woman complying to your silent request.
The feeling of her body snuggling against yours caused a grin to break out on your face, your heart unable to comprehend the sheer joy you felt over the last few days, grateful for her making such an impact on your life.
"You're incredible," you murmur softly when she places the bowl into your lap, your lips pressing to her temple, the art of being affectionate with one another natural to you both.
"Are you only saying that because I brought food?" she teases, carefully picking up a piece of the sweet and salty treat and placing it into her mouth, her head tilting to rest against your shoulder as she uses her magic to bring the remote closer to you both, her hand effortlessly grabbing it and starting the first film of the night.
"No, I'm saying that because you are the most amazing and beautiful woman I know," you whisper against her hair, earning a blush at your charming words. "Who just happens to always bring me food," you add teasingly, earning a playful pinch to your side, a small yelp leaving you.
"Shhh, just watch the film Detka," she murmurs, your smile widening at the endearment, not commenting on it as she shuffles her body closer to you, her fingers playing with whatever part of your shirt she can reach as the two of you delve into the world of Christmas cinema, content with being one another.
As the film plays on, without even realising it, your hand rests on her thigh, tracing idle patterns against the thin fabric of her pyjama pants, Wanda's cheeks a similar colour to her festive clothing as her thoughts go down a sinful route. She can't help the warmth that pools between her thighs at your actions, your hand high up on her thigh as your toned body presses into her, her mind replaying the image of you working out earlier, the way your body effortlessly showed signs of strength and stamina, her eyes having a hard time from tearing away from your hands, watching as your veins showed slightly, further adding to the arousal that started to build within her as she got lost in thought.
Hesitantly, she tilted her head to rest at the crook of your neck, her lips softly pressing a kiss there as she knew you weren't paying attention to the film, your thoughts growing louder as you replay all your memories with the brunette, the overwhelming amount of happiness and love you felt allowing the witch to hear them. To try and gain your attention, she pressed another kiss to your neck, your breath hitching at the action as your hand freezes at her thigh, her lips burning against your skin as your body grows warmer at her suggestive move.
"Detka," she sighs out, her breath fanning across your skin as she pulls back from your neck, her green eyes meeting yours, desire but also nervousness shimmering them.
"Yes?" you whisper out, gaze subconsciously drifting to her lips, remembering how addictive they are, your own eyes darkening as your gaze lingers, unable to look at anything else.
"I don't think either of us are watching the film," her voice is barely audible as she murmurs the words, tilting her head slightly, the action causing her lips to inch closer to yours, the movement subtly seductive as you wait for her to make the move, sensing a bit of indecision from her.
"I don't think we are," your tone lowering a little, patiently waiting for her, not wanting her to do anything she'd regret.
"I wonder what else we could possibly do..." she trails off, smiling a little shyly, biting down on her lower lip and fuck, you don't think you've ever felt so hot before, the sight of her intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight.
"I have no idea," you whisper back with a small smirk, tilting your head down so that your lips were brushing over hers gently, not applying enough pressure to give her what she wanted, your eyes watching how hers flutter shut, awaiting your mouth. "What do you suggest?"
"I think... I think we should kiss," she rasps out, moving her body so that she was facing you properly, your brow raising a little at her words as your smile grows, fingers moving to brush back a few stray strands of her hair back, eventually letting your hand rest on her cheek, cupping her jaw and bringing her a little closer.
Your eyes flicker over all of her features, admiring them all while waiting for her to lower her face, the brunette only doing so marginally, mirroring your actions and wanting to memorise every inch of your beauty.
It feels like you're waiting an eternity until she lowers her face even more, her lips barely putting any pressure on yours as they briefly brush over them. Your eyes flutter close when you feel her hands cup your jaw, waiting for her to kiss you, to crash her lips to yours, to do anything at this point as you just wait, wait and wait.
When she feels like she's admired you enough and savoured the moment, she kisses you. She kisses you softly and tentatively to begin with as you explore each other's mouths, her actions soon growing a little more confident as the kiss grows hungrier, Wanda seemingly starved of you. It's intimate, it's desperate, it's passionate. It's everything you dreamed it to be.
You can't do anything but give into her relentless mouth, hand clutching at her sweater to ground yourself as all you can think of is her lips moving against yours, her body pressed up against yours, her soft fingers threading through your hair, just her.
A soft moan leaves her when you guide her to straddle your lap, heat immediately taking over her body, your touch burning into her skin as arousal pools between her legs at the feeling of your body pressed against hers, strong arms wrapping around her, a sensual sigh escaping you as when she pulls back from the kiss, eyes darkening with desire as you peer up into the green, a shameless smile on your lips.
"I think we should do that again," you tease, leaning in for another kiss as she smiles against you, her confidence growing with every kiss, every peck in between laboured breaths as her hands move to your shoulders momentarily, gliding them down your back in a seductive way, a groan leaving you at the way her fingers press into the toned muscle satisfyingly.
Experimentally, you slide your tongue into her mouth, a sinful moan escaping her as she welcomes your advances, your hands toying with the hem of her jumper, not sure how far she wanted to go as your mouths move lewdly together, her back arching a little to press her body further against yours.
"Am I going too fast?" Your voice a gentle whisper as you pull back from the kiss, sensing a little bit of nerves from her, eyes gauging her reaction as your fingers had slipped beneath her clothing, feeling the warmth and softness of her bare skin, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she meets your enamoured gaze, not wanting to pressure her.
"No I just-" she cuts herself off, feeling a little embarrassed as your hands slide out of her jumper, snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to rest against your body, bringing her in for a soft embrace that she appreciates. "I never done this before," she confesses, a soft smile appearing on your lips as you guide her head back so you can meet her timid green, "I want to but I just... don't know what I'm doing."
"Do you trust me?" you ask, mimicking her words from the ice skating, your fingers raising to brush back another stray strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear affectionately as she nods. "I'll take care of you, I promise," you whisper, kissing her lips with nothing but love, conveying how gentle you'd be with her. "We can stop at any time," you reassure her, not wanting her to think she's committed to having sex with you, "Just tell me to stop and we stop. I don't care what's happening, all I want is for you to feel safe and comfortable with me." She smiles shyly at your words, tilting her head to kiss you once again, grateful for how caring and considerate you were. "We'll go at your pace, ok?"
"Ok," she murmurs back, smiling into another tender kiss as you do as you said, letting her control the way her lips move against yours, slowly building the hunger back up.
"Tell me what you want," you sigh out against her lips, feeling her hips subtly rock against your lap without her even realising it, your teeth softly nipping at her lower lip, earning a small moan as she flutters her eyes back open, meeting your patient gaze.
"I want...I just want you," she whispers, holding the intimate gaze before leaning back in, kissing you with a new sense of urgency, a small moan leaving you at her words. Your lips pull into a small smile as she slides her tongue hesitantly into your mouth, the kiss turning messy and causing a wave of arousal to flood through, Wanda's mind spinning at the intoxicating way you make her feel.
"You have me," your tone laced with love as she rests her forehead against yours, lips lingering open against one another, simply relishing in the intimacy. "Show me what you want from me," you encourage, sliding your hands from around her lower back to hers, letting her take a hold of your hands to guide them where she wants them, your lips parting from hers to pepper kisses along her jaw softly, her head lolling to the side to welcome your addictive touch.
She simply holds your hands for a moment, deciding what she wants from you, her mind freezing momentarily at the way your teeth scrape against her sensitive skin, a pleasant shiver running down her back as she curses lowly in Sokovian, the sultry sound causing a throb between your thighs.
When she's ready, she squeezes your hands softly, guiding them down her body to the hem of her sweater, hoping you understand her silent request. Your fingers slide under tentatively, feeling the way her stomach tenses and relaxes at your touch, the skin impossibly soft and enticing, your mind reminding you to wait for her as you caress the skin you can reach.
"Please," she murmurs out, one of her hands moving to your hair, threading her fingers through your silky locks and softly pulling you away from her neck, her lips pressing to yours with a hint of desperation as she grinds her hips with a little more purpose now, a wave of pleasure coursing through her.
"Off?" you mutter against her lips questioningly, her nodding into a sensual kiss as your lips meet gently, her sighing into your mouth as your hands grip the hem of her sweater, slowly, teasingly, pulling it off her body.
Her hands move off you to help you pull the item of clothing off, your gaze remaining on her face as she turns shy again, waiting for another nod before letting your gaze drift down her body, your breath hitching at her sheer beauty.
Her body is sculpted to perfection, crafted by Aphrodite herself to create the most beautiful woman you'd ever lay your eyes on, her delicate and smooth skin enticing your eyes all over her exposed body, her curves luring your hands to caress them softly, eyes flickering back up to hers, nothing but admiration and love in them.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" you whisper into a passionate kiss, her nerves immediately dissipating at the sheer honesty lacing your tone, another blush creeping onto her face at how amazed you were by her. "Any idea what you do to me?" you continue, wrapping your arms around her body and pulling her closer to hers, her bra covered chest flush against your body as she moans into your mouth, her body begging for more, needing you to touch her lower.
"Please Y/n," she sighs into your mouth, your hands creeping up her body and resting just under her bra, fingers brushing over the skin, causing goosebumps to rise. "I need you," her tone conveying how desperate she was, your worshipping touch only driving her towards madness, her body viewing them as teasing.
"Where do you need me, love?" the endearment spilling from your lips naturally, a wave of arousal flowing through her at your slightly husky voice, your lips parting from hers once more to kiss down her neck, sucking partly before moving to kiss her shoulder and collarbones, waiting for an answer.
"Here," she sighs out softly, her fingers wrapping around one of your wrists and guiding it down to meet the waistband of her pyjama pants, your head instantly leaving her body to look at her properly, the green in her eyes usually filled with love completely replaced by desire and hunger.
"Are you sure?" Your voice is full of care as your hand remains where she guided you, gazing into hers as your heart beats wildly in your chest, still stunned a little by the sight of her on top of you, the heat between your thighs incessant.
"Yes," her voice a mere whisper as she kisses you softly, deciding she wouldn't want anyone else to be her first, always having loved you without even realising it.
"Remember we can stop whenever you need to," you murmur before claiming her lips with a newfound purpose, wanting to give her everything she wants, fingers carefully sliding under her waistband.
"Fuck," she whispers out, voice a little shaky as her hands move to your back once again, clutching onto your t-shirt as your fingers brush against her core through her soaked panties, a groan leaving you at how wet she was for you. She was this desperate for you.
You move the pad of your finger against the wet fabric, teasingly sliding it up and down her core, earning a small, desperate moan from her into your mouth, her teeth biting down on your lower lip impatiently as you continue to work her body up, her hips bucking against your hand at the slightest of touches.
"Can I-"
"Please," she practically whimpers out, your lips tugging up into a smirk whilst your free hand glides up and down her back soothingly, your fingers slowly sliding under the waistband of her panties, a sensual sigh escaping her when you finally make contact with her core. "Detka," she pants out against your lips as you swallow the desperate noises that leave her lips as your finger swipes through the abundance of arousal that's pooled between her thighs, coating your digit as you explore her wet sex.
Pulling back from the kiss, your eyes observe every single reaction to your touch she offered you, drinking it up like an intoxicating substance as your finger spreads her slick around her, moving to circle her clit gently to begin with, slowly building in confidence as your touch grows firmer, intending to bring her as much as possible.
"You're so pretty like this," you mumble, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, teeth scraping the soft skin again to drive her mad, your finger sliding up and down her soaking folds before settling on teasing her entrance, a whine leaving her at your enamoured tone and taunting actions.
"Detka," she sighs out, tone conveying the sheer desperation she feels for you, needing you to bring her towards her release, her body needing your touch to satisfy her.
"Shhh, I'll take care of you," you murmur, tilting your head away from her neck to let your lips brush against her compelling ones, her breath fanning across your face as her lips part, your finger slowly sliding into her, your eyes in awe of her blissed out expression. "Tell me what feels good," you encourage, slowly curling your finger inside her beautifully, a moan spilling from her lips directly into your mouth as you claim her lips softly, slowly letting your lips slot over hers, her mind hazy with all the pleasure and heat flowing through her.
"Shit, there, right there," she groans as you curl your finger against her weak spot, the palm of your hand brushing against her clit as she rocks her hips against you, fingers gripping your shirt tightly.
"Yeah?" you husk out and the slight cockiness to your tone has her mind spinning even more with arousal, delirium taking over her as she moans against you once more, your name falling from her lips like a small chant as you thrust your finger in her a little faster, pleasure bubbling through her. "What if I do this?" your voice a teasing whisper, your thumb moving to brush over her clit, a choked moan escaping her as you move it in languid circles, doubling the pleasure fogging her mind.
"Y/n," she pants against you, the corner of your lips tugging up into a smirk at her desperate tone, the way her walls clench and spasm around you, her thighs tensing around your body as her hips buck harder when you time your movements right, a sudden wave of pleasure flowing through her. "Fuck," she sighs out sensually, parting your mouths as she's struggling to reciprocate the kiss, too busy focussing on the way you effortlessly slide in another finger, stretching her out perfectly.
"You're doing so well for me," you whisper, mouth moving to the shell of her ear and tone dropping, a slight rasp added to your voice further arouse her. One of her hands shoot up into your hair, messily tangling it into your locks as moans escape her, her hips trying to move a little faster and push her towards her nearing release, fingers gripping tightly making a dull pain wash over you, the action making you groan as the idea of how lost in pleasure she must be goes straight between your thighs.
"Detka," she sighs out, desperation and a hint of embarrassment lacing her tone, too nervous to ask you for what she wants as her hips indicate how close she is, your fingers still steadily thrusting into her and thumb occasionally brushing her clit, hips bucking harder against you. You immediately understand what she's asking for as she gently tugs your head back, lips pressing against yours passionately as she holds you close, back arching further into your body as she sighs into your mouth, a small whine escaping her as she teeters on the edge of her release.
"I've got you," you murmur gently, your free hand moving up her body and to her face, cupping her cheek intimately and deepening the kiss, a moan leaving her at the sheer amount of love you pour into the embrace. "Let go for me," you mumble between kisses, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure threatens to take over her.
"Y/n," she whispers out sinfully for a final time, body tensing against yours while your mouths refuse to part, muffling the desperate sounds leaving her lips while pleasure wracks through her body. Her legs tense around your body once more, her hands adamant on keeping you close as she keeps your head against hers, foreheads resting against one another as you slow the kisses down, pecking her lips in between laboured breaths. Your fingers slowed inside her, letting her walls clench and spasm around you as she rode out the last waves of her release, her body eventually relaxing in your lap and melting against your comforting body.
Your gentle breath caressed her lips as she eventually opened your eyes, timidly smiling at you and claiming your lips once more in an innocent manner, her adorable expression causing you to reciprocate the action as your free hand moves to glide up and down her back soothingly, fingers pulling out of her when she was ready.
"I'm so proud of you," you whisper with nothing but honesty and care in your words, her cheeks blushing at the way you tenderly gaze at her, her fingers moving to fix your ruffled hair. She smiles at you softly as she tucks a few strands behind your ear, your lips meeting her cheek lovingly as she just wants to bask in the intimate moment for a little longer, the two of you simply locked in a lovers embrace as your arm snakes around her middle.
Many soft words and gentle whispers later, you had managed to convince her into going to the bathroom to get cleaned up, not wanting her to be uncomfortable later and also wash your hands quickly, the brunette blushing at the cocky smirk on your lips as she watches you, proud of yourself for being able to make her feel good and most importantly loved and safe. You let her find herself a new pair of underwear and some new pyjama pants, opting for the pair she first came to you in before searching for a new shirt to wear.
Once she had opted for an old shirt with her favourite sitcom on it, you offered her your hoodie you took off earlier, the jumper being an oversized fit which you knew she loved, Wanda taking it with a wide smile, unable to stop the butterflies in her stomach at how caring you were. She let her nose rest against the collar of it, able to smell your perfume on it as you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind, dramatically falling onto the bed with her in your arms, eliciting an even bigger smile from her and a nose scrunch.
She turned around in your arms so she was facing you as you pulled her body impossibly closer, smiling fondly at the sight of her in your clothes, her leg sliding in between yours to find a more comfortable position to cuddle in as your fingers drew idle patterns against her back.
"Thank you for being so gentle," she whispers a little shyly, your gaze softening more somehow as she moves her fingers to play with the baby hairs at the back of your neck.
"I'll always be gentle with you," you murmur, kissing her temple and letting your lips linger for a minute, building the courage to say what you wanted to. "Thank you for the last week, I've really enjoyed spending time with you," you say, still trying to get to the three words you wanted to confess, her smile growing a little wider at your soft tone.
"Have I convinced you to love Christmas?" she asks curiously, the intimate gaze prolonged as you once again get lost in her eyes, smiling tenderly at her, thinking of how to phrase your words.
"I don't quite love Christmas yet," you whisper out, your words still giving her hope. "But, I...I know I love you," you confess, your heart beating wildly in your chest for the few seconds she doesn't reply, the way her nose scrunches once again in that adorable manner easing the worry of rejection.
"I love you too," she whispers back with fondness lacing her tone, her lips meeting yours once again for an intimate kiss as you can't help but grin into the kiss, a teasing comment finding its way to your lips.
"More than Christmas?" you whisper, earning a soft laugh from her as she moves her face to hide at the crook of your neck, your skin so warm and comfortable, lulling her into a relaxed state.
"More than Christmas," she chuckles out, wrapping her arms around your middle securely, your arms mirroring the action as your lips press a final kiss to the top of her head, the witch amazed at how you, a grinch, managed to steal her heart.
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imagine a jealous bucky
The sound of the waves crowded Bucky’s brain, mind circling as he focused on the scene painted in front of him. He sat, toes dug into the sand, guarding him from something he wasn’t sure of. Was it envy? He hoped not, but he sensed it – the burning green haze clouding his thoughts. He watched, sullen, as Clint grabbed you by waist. He pulled you from a large uninviting wave and when you screamed in delight, Bucky looked down at his covered feet. Clint was a married man, what was he doing with his hands all over you. What were you doing looking so wonderful under the sun?
He hated this feeling.
“Seaweed.”
Steve towered over Bucky, hands on his hips as he looked out to the ocean. Bucky said nothing, but grimaced when his friend explained he was as green as a seaward. “You do know nothings going on with those two? He could be her uncle…”
“I could be her great-grandfather, what’s your point.”
This made Steve laugh and he promptly sat next to his friend. He examined the look on Bucky’s face before watching Clint and you. The pair of you were like children, most times he had to rein you in, especially on missions. Neither of you swayed from the other, always having the other’s back – even if they were wrong. Bucky didn’t seem to understand that Clint and you were bonded, connected through years of missions and week-long stakeouts. For a long time, it had been just Clint and you. He had never seen anything but platonic love.
“…his kids think of her as their aunt.”
No words could simmer jealously running through his veins; he knew the truth, deep down he knew he could never be good enough for you. It didn’t matter if nothing was going on between the archer and you – he knew there wasn’t anything there, but still…
The water came to your waist, hand blocking the sun in your eyes as you watched Clint dive into the water. Your eyes squinted waiting for him to pop back up and when he did, you joined him deeper in the ocean. He reached out and grabbed you by the forearm, pulling you to his side. Floating next to him, you stared out toward the base of the beach. Bucky was sitting with Steve, the two shirtless and stunning but the dark-haired man was the one focused on. So smoldering, so lovely.
“Down dog.” Clint teased, closing his eyes when you splashed water at him. He wiped his face and laughed. “Two sick little puppies, Jesus, get a room.”
“Not for a lack of trying,” you muttered, eyes zeroing on Bucky. It seemed in that moment; he met your gaze and all you could manage was a dorky wave. “Smooth.” Ignoring Clint, you started back toward the sand, and he didn’t bother calling for you – instead, he enjoyed the sun on his face as he floated along. Bucky watched as you approached, his heart racing as he glanced over the swimsuit you wore. He tried not to agonize over how gorgeous you looked.
“Enjoying the water?”
“I need a break.”
Bucky patted the spot next to him on the blanket and Steve quickly made an excuse to grab some drinks from the beverage stand. You asked for two cokes, one for Clint, and the flinch in Bucky’s face didn’t go unnoticed as you sat beside him. You had never known Bucky for being the jealous type, but you recognized envy when you saw it. Plopping down, your bare shoulders pressed against his and when you leaned into it, Bucky just smiled at you.
“I’m glad we got some time off, I needed this.”
“Looked like you were having fun…”
“Yeah, Clint knows how to handle the waves really nicely.” Hiding a smile, you watched for Bucky’s reaction and nearly died at the narrowness in his eyes. Oh, if looks could kill – Barton would be a dead man ten times over. Deciding not to push too far, you touched Bucky’s thigh. He glanced over at you with a dazed expression that you could paint a million times in your mind. His eyes softer as they laid upon you; skin hot from the sun – he was perfect. “Let’s go in the water…please.”
The last word, tender and quiet, broke Bucky; he knew then, that he would do anything for you. He smiled, getting up and lending out a hand. Taking it, you rose to your feet and started toward the water. He watched, taking in the moment before jogging to catch up. You led him away from where Clint and you had been, waddling in the water backwards. Beckoning him to hurry; Bucky laughed, rushing into the cold water to catch up to you. He lost his balance, stubbing his toe on a rock as the water reached his waist. Stumbling forward, he fell into the water, and you laughed. Quickly, you swam to where he went under, pulling him up from under his arms. His metal arm glistened in the water as he took a breath of air, laughing at the mishap. His back pressed against your chest, as you held him up; hands slipping around his chest. Unable to control your laughter, you ended up losing balance as well – the two of you tumbling back into the ocean.
This time Bucky had you in his arms in seconds, holding you up as he stood on his feet. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you afloat as your big toe could barely touch the bottom of the ocean. Cracking up, you gave in to Bucky’s strength. “Just hold on to me, I’m too tired.”
Bucky chuckled, pulling your back firmly against his chest. “That’s fine by me.”
Relaxing with the back of your head on his shoulder, you quietly asked if he was jealous of Clint. He answered with a quick yes. You rotated yourself in his arms to face him. Bucky’s face was inches from yours, relaxed as you slipped both arms around his neck. The sound of the waves rang in his ears, going silent when you told him that there was no need to be.
“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”
Those words, he had waited so long to hear but he still felt an inch of guilt. He sighed, looking away before shaking his head. “You deserve better than me.”
‘Oh, fuck off,” you scoffed much to Bucky’s surprise. He was speechless when you grabbed him by the chin, looking directly into his wonderous eyes. “Never in my life have I ever let a man dictate what I need or deserve. I want you and that’s that. I always get what I want, understood?”
His stoic expression urged for an add on. “Only if you want me back, I would like things to be mutually beneficial.”
Letting his chin go, you waited for a response. A second later, you snapped. “An answer would be nice, preferably before the sun goes down…”
Finally, Bucky broke out into a smile. “Are you always going to be this bossy?”
Teasing little shit.
Yanking him by the neck, you leaned into his body; his arms around your waist, holding you up against the simmered waves. Your lips pressed against his and if the ocean decided to take the two of you away – Bucky Barnes would die a happy man.
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In the Background - Chapter 4
Summary: You’ve been dating Natasha in secret since her early days in SHIELD, and you’ve been in the background of all her missions since.
Word Count: 5155
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: canon violence
A/N: uhhh, hey everyone! 10 months since the last update, here's the start of the Age of Ultron section! Thanks again to @emril-osvigne for getting me back into this :) Hopefully the next part should be out soonish but until then, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!
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“Don't you guys ever sleep? I want to sleep.”
“It's 10 am; sun's up. We can't be wasting time.”
“Yeah, 10 am is all well and good…but it's 4am here. Do you not get jet lag? And don't tell me you slept on the plane; I know you didn't sleep on the plane.”
Natasha's laugh came through the comms and almost made it worth it. You were still annoyed and sleep deprived, but almost worth it.
“If you get us through, then we can all go to bed faster.” Natasha really did know the way to your heart.
“In that case, Romanoff, take a left. You're going the wrong way.”
“You only just now tell me?”
“You only just turned!”
Just then, an alert began to ring, ‘we are under attack’ echoing through the halls of the HYDRA facility, and picked up by the access Maria had found. At the same time, the camera feeds in front of you filled with smoke, soldiers, and streaks of ammunition.
Maria turned to you. “You know, I think they've been spotted.”
“You don't say!” came Tony's strained reply.
All you could do was watch as the Avengers stormed forwards; J.A.R.V.I.S. took care of everything on the field, so you let your attention drift towards Natasha’s suit camera footage. For the most part, all that you could see were spinning trees and approaching enemies, but every so often, glimpses of Natasha’s arm or leg would appear on screen, or she’d appear in Clint’s footage, and that was enough to have you daydreaming of all the moves that you knew she was pulling out. You almost felt sorry for the soldiers, having been on the receiving end of the Black Widow’s blows yourself, you knew they were a force to be reckoned with.
Clint’s camera flipped rapidly in the corner of your eye, pulling your attention away. Maria saw it too, and the both of you exchanged worried looks over the fact that Clint had been knocked by an unseen opponent; even as he lay on the ground, his enemy was outside the field of view.
“Barton, are you okay?” Maria asked, but only got groans in response.
You kept a closer eye as he pushed himself up, so you saw when a blond haired man walked across his screen, looking down at him with an expression that could almost be described as amusement. “You didn’t see that coming?” he said, but didn’t attack; he just continued to walk before disappearing into a blur of blue.
“What just happened?” you asked. You might have written it off as a sleep-deprived hallucination, had Maria not been staring at the screen too, similarly slack-jawed. Along with Clint, both of you at HQ watched intently down the archer’s line of sight, following the aim of his arrow – it’s what made it all the more startling when his screen tipped again, this time accompanied by a yelp.
“The blur again?” Maria stressed, but you shook your head, pointing to Natasha’s screen. Positioned alongside her closest friend, she was the first to notice his fall, and turned from her own approach to run towards him, giving you a clear view of his injured side. Almost synchronously, Steve’s camera flipped in a full 360 before he looked around, but again, no enemy in sight.
“We have an enhanced in the field,” he announced. The speedster.
At the same time, Natasha confirmed her visual for both HQ and the team on the field: “Clint’s hit!” She rushed to his side, allowing you a close-up visual of the burn – although it had only grazed his side, with the damage it caused you knew he’d been lucky that it wasn’t a direct shot.
“I’ll get Helen,” Maria mumbled, pushing her chair away from the desk and rushing out of the office, phone in hand to call the Avengers’ resident doctor – aside from Dr Banner, of course, but he was otherwise preoccupied.
Speaking of, Hulk charged through Natasha’s footage, roaring as he leapt and destroyed the bunker which had injured Clint and continued to endanger Natasha. She thanked him. You turned your attention to the other Avengers momentarily, still fighting their way into the building, but your attention always returned to Natasha as she tried to heal Clint on the field. Tony destroyed the defences, Steve and Thor found each other to discuss plans, but Natasha remained kneeling by Clint, who by this point had given up on his struggle to stand.
“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys; we’re gonna need evac.”
“I can get Barton to the jet,” Thor promised, “the sooner we’re gone, the better.”
Natasha stayed with Clint until Thor arrived then, once the god took her friend to safety, she moved on to your least favourite part of all Avengers missions – calming the Hulk. Although you knew why she was the person best suited for the job – a calming presence on the team and her quick thinking solutions if things went wrong – seeing an uncontrolled being roar in the face of your girlfriend tended to get your heart pounding. Still, as she held her hand out and stared him down, the Hulk began to respond; his grunts softened, his steps shrunk, and he eventually held his own hand out, dwarfing Natasha’s when he went to touch it. You watched Natasha trace her fingers over the forearm of the Hulk and felt phantom sensations mimic the move on your own arm, as your mind filled with memories of nights in your room with Natasha, where you laid with your sleeve rolled up to let her practise her gentle touch.
Soon enough, Bruce came stumbling back, faster than ever before. Natasha led him slowly back to the quinjet before he went to calm himself and she went to check on Clint. Tony and Steve returned soon after, sceptre in hand but expressions sombre – you don’t know what had happened to Tony, but he had stumbled around the room for a few moments before he grabbed the sceptre, and spoke little after that point. You saw him smile at the others through their cameras but afterwards he went straight to the pilot’s seat, while Natasha sat as co-pilot.
“We’re on our way back,” Natasha stated, and from your charts you could see the jet ascend out of the Sokovian woodlands.
“Hill’s got Cho on her way for when you get here. Otherwise I’ll trust you don’t need my assistance for the way back.”
“We’ll be good, Y/L/N.”
“Okay,” you hummed, checking no other Avengers lurked on the channel, and that Maria was still out of the room, “I’ll see you soon, baby, get home safe.”
“I’ll try my best, Agent,” was all Natasha said. All she could say. But you heard the meaning behind her words. You smiled, and then you hung up; you would see them all soon.
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Maria met them at the hangar, pulling double duty of escorting Helen Cho to Clint so she could transport him safely, and finding Steve to pass on the information you and she gathered on the ‘enhanced individuals’ the Avengers had encountered on their mission. Facial recognition on Clint and Steve’s body cam footage had identified them as Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, then Maria had searched for references to them in the information Stark sent through, finding a list of powers they’d gained under HYDRA.
You hung back. Being off-duty for the Avengers’ long flight home had allowed you to get the sleep that Natasha had promised earlier. You knew Natasha would be with Clint, both keeping him company and keeping tabs on his well-being until he had fully recovered – a process that would be very quick if your conversation with Helen was to be believed – but once he was up, your girlfriend would finally be ready to sleep and return to you.
For the sake of appearances, you didn’t officially share a room at the Tower: Natasha had a whole floor of her own, while you shared yours with the other ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. recruits. Whenever it was possible, Natasha and you didn’t stay at the Tower at all, preferring the privacy of the DC apartment the two of you had shared throughout your time at S.H.I.E.L.D., but it was no longer within an easy distance of work and, more often than not, the both of you ended up staying at the Tower. It took caution, and a lot of planning, to ensure you still spent nights with your partner – leaving for ‘home’ on different days to avoid suspicion, sleeping in your own room every now and then even on the nights where Natasha was in the Tower, and, in your case only, riding the elevator all the way up to your office at midnight if someone else steps into the capsule with you, hiding your true destination of the Black Widow’s bedroom. Avengers employees were terrible gossips.
But on that day, you were alone: the regular 9-5 employees were going about their jobs, the ‘on call’ employees had gone off to sleep, and the Avengers were too preoccupied with their post-mission routines to pay anyone else much attention. The Tower was as quiet as it ever could be, so you rode up to Natasha’s suite and sat on her couch with a tablet in hand and information at the ready – as an excuse in case anyone but her entered the room next.
Luckily for you, this was a day where everything went to plan: 40 minutes after the quinjet touched down, Clint was healed and as good as new. 45 minutes after the quinjet touched down, Natasha stepped out of the elevator, smiled at the sight of you, and walked into your open arms.
“Hi baby,”
“Hi,”
“How’s Clint?”
“Back to his usual self,”
“How awful,”
“I know. At least Laura will be glad.”
“We can’t lose him before baby Natasha comes into the world.”
“I was thinking I might visit them with Clint now that there’s no sceptre to worry about. Would you like to come? Check on my future protege with me?”
“Of course I would,” you promised, leaning in just close enough for your lips to touch, “anywhere to be with you.”
Natasha took your hint without delay, shuffling closer in your arms to close the distance between you, laying gentle kisses to your lips before pulling back to speak again. “We’re heading off Sunday, after the party, taking a bus part of the way and his car, so we can all go together without suspicion.”
“There’s a party?”
“Saturday night, Tony just decided on it.”
“Of course he did.”
Both yours and Natasha’s phones chimed, and you reached into your back pocket to check it – a difficult task considering you were sat with Natasha straddling your lap, but you managed. Natasha checked hers too, confirming that you had both received the same message: an invite to the ‘sceptre retrieval party’ on the Saturday. Formal attire. Veterans in attendance for Steve to ‘bond with people his own age’. Steve would probably thumbs down that addition… if he knew how to react to messages at all.
Natasha hadn’t looked up, but she knew an unimpressed expression would greet her. “You’ll get to watch me get ready,” she offered.
“The only highlight.”
“Aw, am I really that bad of a conversationalist?” Natasha smirked.
“The worst,” came your reply, but with a smile before she could offer to spend the party talking to someone else.
“Luckily for you, sweetheart, we have three whole days uninterrupted before then, maybe we can work on my conversation skills.”
“I think we can make that work,” you said, smiling into the next kiss. You let her relax on your lap before quickly changing the pace; you pushed her back, strong enough to move her yet light enough to catch her before she fell fully.
“Hey!”
“Go take a shower first, you reek of gunpowder.”
She rolled her eyes, pouted at you, and shook her head, yet she still conceded. “Whatever you say, baby.”
You didn’t have to ask this time. She definitely meant that ‘baby’ as an insult.
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Days without missions were rare as Avengers, but they had been even rarer as SHIELD agents, so you and Natasha had learned how to make the most of them. From coffee dates in disguise, to reading books while sprawled across your living room, and even to skydiving (once. You vowed never again, but Natasha had seemed a little too comfortable with it), it was safe to say that you’d covered a wide range of activities, and the three days you had with her now were no different.
But all good things must come to an end, and three days later the two of you were back on her floor of the Tower, getting each other ready for the party. She opted for a classically stylish look: black and white dress, curled hair, red lips – she looked beautiful, and you made sure she knew it. In addition to that, the monochrome look served a secondary purpose, allowing the two of you to dress in complementary couple’s outfits, without actually drawing attention to the fact that you were a couple. If the two of you entered the room together, then maybe the others would notice that your white suit and black shirt perfectly matched Natasha’s dress, but you knew better than to do that.
Natasha entered first, alongside the other five Avengers, to begin the meet and greet that always started these parties. You followed an hour later and found the party in full swing: Colonel Rhodes entertained guests with stories of his heroics, Steve and Thor led a veteran out to the chauffeur, and Tony showed off his gadgets to some of the senior officers in attendance. But, of course, your gaze sought Natasha immediately, and it found her behind the bar, pouring herself a drink while Bruce stumbled through a flirting routine. As much as you wished to, it would be too telling for you to beeline towards her and interrupt Bruce’s attempt at a date, so you contented yourself to sit on the couch with Clint and only occasionally sneak glances at the redhead.
The archer caught on immediately, and laughed as soon as he followed your line of sight. “You worried about the competition?”
You glanced around, checking once again for eavesdroppers in the conversation before you answered with a shake of your head. “Not with Nat, no, she’s earned my trust completely…”
“But?”
“But Bruce doesn’t know it and,” you tilted your head to the side, nodding in the direction of another spectator, “clearly Steve doesn’t know it either.”
Just then, as your attention fell back on Natasha, her eyes found you over Bruce’s shoulder and lit up at the sight; she hardly hid her smile as she made her exit, leaving the scientist staring at the spot she’d vacated in order to make her way over to you, settling beside you on the couch. “What are you two gossiping about, hm?”
“Oh, you know, just… relationships… and secrets”
“Not that I would know anything about that,” Clint added with his hands held up.
“Of course not, of course not. Not a thing for us three esteemed members of society to be dealing in,” you joked.
“Never,” Natasha finished with a laugh. Then movement from the bar drew your attention back to the scene at hand, all three of you instinctively going quiet in an attempt to listen in, only occasionally diverting your focus or sipping drinks to hide your actions.
“Ooohoohoo,” Clint laughed, “I think good ol’ Cap just told Banner to ask you out.” You’d come to the same conclusion, so nodded and laughed alongside the archer at Natasha’s long sigh.
“Here’s hoping that doesn’t make things awkward.” Natasha’s response was quick, as Steve made his way to sit with the three of you, followed by Tony soon after.
“Y/L/N! You made it!” the billionaire cheered, patting you forcefully on the shoulder, “here I was thinking you were going to blow us all off.”
“It was a consideration,” you shrugged, though of course you would never miss an opportunity to see Natasha dressed in her best.
“I’m hurt, truly,” was all he said before wandering off again, seemingly looking for more people to impress.
“And then there were four,” Clint commented, “where’s Maria? It’s like an old SHIELD reunion.”
“I hope without the HYDRA this time.”
Hours later, Maria had come to join you, along with Helen Cho and the remaining Avengers, to crash on the couches and eat the takeout Clint had ordered. The night was at its end, so energetic conversations shifted into private murmurs – you were pretty sure Helen had fallen asleep – until Clint’s mockery of Mjolnir drew everyone’s attention back, waiting to see how the god reacted.
To your surprise, Thor only laughed, then held out his arm, “please, be my guest.”
“Really?” Clint hopped up with an eagerness he hadn’t shown since his wedding day. Despite the jokes made at his expense, he grabbed the grip, pulled, and…nothing happened. Thor reiterated the worthiness requirement but that only inspired the others to give it a go: one by one (or 2 at once in Tony and Rhodey’s case) the Avengers lined up to test their strength, each one failing.
“Widow?” Bruce offered, after an almost embarrassing attempt at it himself, but she declined, leaning towards you instead.
“Oh no, that’s not a question I need answered.”
Soon, all conversations derailed into theories and defences, jokes and accusations, until a high pitched whir interrupted all of that. There was no time to fix the issue before it stopped, giving way to rhythmic clunking approaching from behind.
“Worthy?” came an ominous voice. You turned to see a dilapidated Iron Legionnaire, limping towards the group. “No. How could you be worthy?” You were on your feet by then, exchanging brief glances with the others before you turned back to the robot. “You’re all killers.”
Steve stepped forward. Tony called for JARVIS. Nobody took their eye off of the mechanical puppet. Natasha hovered her arm behind her in search of you.
“I’m sorry, I was asleep. Or, I was a-dream.” The legionnaire continued, a full soliloquy that the team only rarely dared interrupt.
“Who sent you?” Thor challenged, and the machine answered back – with a recording of Tony’s voice.
“Ultron,” came Bruce’s realisation. Both you and Natasha turned to him, curious about a name you didn’t know; particularly when the mechanism – ‘Ultron’ – confirmed it. A glance around the room confirmed something for you too: the whole atmosphere had changed, and everyone felt it; Thor tightened his hold on his hammer, Maria readied her gun, and Steve searched for his shield.
“I’m ready, I’m on a mission.”
“What mission?”
“Peace in our time.”
The wall erupted into shrapnel as the Iron Legion took Ultron’s cue to attack; you caught only microseconds of the action before Natasha tackled you to the ground and out of the robots’ path. Your girlfriend pressed on top of you did little to help your cognition, and a flying table and Steve made it hard to keep pace, but you counted at least 3 robots in the air.
Few people had thought to bring weapons to a party in their home, leading to a struggle of hand to hand combat between man and machine, all just a delay before Thor could get a hit. When he destroyed the final Ultron – the main Ultron – you nearly collapsed from the exhaustion of it all; it had been some time since your last field mission.
“The sceptre is gone.”
“One of the legionnaires; it flew out just before the fight ended.”
Thor growled and flew out of the shattered window. Meanwhile, Tony and Bruce muttered between themselves, then made for the lab without another word.
“Hold on-” Steve commanded. You met Maria’s eye, anticipating another argument.
“No, I’m not gonna hold on,” Tony snapped, “I have work to do, but you could be a dear and bring that suit with us if you’re going to help.”
Steve followed his pointed finger, then wordlessly picked up the destroyed husk of Ultron and followed Bruce and Tony to the lab. With a shrug and exchanged glances, you and the others followed along too. Clint dropped to the back; walking alongside you and Natasha, he kept his voice low, “I guess we’re staying here for the next few days then.”
“No rest for the wicked,” came Natasha’s reply.
“Should’ve gone home when I had the chance.”
Natasha shivered by your side, the lab was colder than the party had been, but the whole building had cooled significantly thanks to the giant holes in the wall. You offered her your blazer but the spy waved you off and pulled one of her own jackets out from under a desk; you tilted your head to pose the silent question.
“All our work is gone,” Banner announced before you got a reply. You looked up to see him at his computer, searching through whatever he could find. “Ultron cleared out. He used the Internet as an escape hatch.”
Next thing you knew, Natasha was also gone, searching through files of her own. You tilted your head at her again. “He’s been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we knew about each other.” You didn’t miss how her eyes fixed on you, or how Clint’s hand fell on his phone: you all had secrets you didn’t want exposed.
“He’s in your files, he’s in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?”
“Nuclear codes.”
“Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls.”
After an attack on the Avengers' home – the first in 3 years – the mood was understandably sour, but it only got more sombre as the team discussed the semantics of Ultron’s plan for ‘extinction’, all building up to JARVIS’s destruction. Things had never felt so hopeless. Nor did you realise until now how much you'd considered the sentient AI a friend; the devoted keeper of your and Natasha's secret.
From then on, for the rest of the evening, the events of the night all seemed to happen around you. The fights and plans and arguments; you knew you'd agreed to certain things, but nothing truly felt clear until Natasha put her hand on the small of your back. Your head snapped up and you met her concerned eyes. “I'm okay,” you reassured, before she could even ask.
Her gaze continued to survey every detail of your face, and you knew from her pursed lips that you had failed to convince her. “Let's go to my room,” she announced, and only then did you realise that she'd already led you out into the corridor to be alone.
You nodded, and she led you down, never faltering in her hold of you until you passed the threshold of her room.
“Bigger night than you expected, huh?” Natasha said with a forced laugh.
“Yeah.” You were in Natasha's closet now, looking through all the clothes you had left there. “You're not sleeping tonight, are you?”
The redhead sighed, as if she thought she'd gotten away with it, before she murmured a ‘no’. A pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie landed on her bed, and you saw her look of confusion before you went back in to look for a set of your own.
“If you're going to stay up, you might as well change into something more comfortable. And if you're going to stay up, I'm staying up with you.”
“You don't have to-”
“The quicker this is sorted, the quicker we can rest easy, right?”
She nodded.
“So let's get started.”
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All through the night and well into morning, the two of you sat in bed piecing together any clues. Ultron had the wealth of the internet at his disposal in seconds, while you were left to a slow trawl through anything deemed relevant.
Bit by bit, you pieced together a plan, but it was only after joining the other Avengers to talk through findings in the morning that any progress was made. All from Ultron's unintentional clue.
“Where is this guy now?”
“Johannesburg, last I heard.”
“Let's go ask some questions.”
With the edge of your foot, you lightly nudged Natasha, you sign asking her to stay back even as the other Avengers filtered out of the room.
“Get some sleep, alright? I know you've dealt with worse, but it would make me feel better to know you'd had some rest – especially if you run into the Maximoffs; Maria told me what they’re capable of.”
“I will,” Natasha smiled. She surveyed the room and, seeing nobody else around, planted a light kiss to your lips. “Take care of yourself too; I'll be back before you know it!”
And with that, she hurried the others to grab her mission uniform and filter onto the quinjet. You, meanwhile, followed Maria to the mission HQ and called in to the Avengers’ jet. The mission plan for this one was brief: you found Klaue’s exact location and sent it to Tony, they would question his access to vibranium, and be prepared to fight in case Ultron or the Maximoffs decided to enquire about the same thing at the same time.
From then on, it was just a matter of waiting and resting until the quinjet touched down in South America, where you were next needed to ensure the mission ran smoothly.
One by one, the Avengers' suit cameras flickered onto the screens before you, giving you and Maria an insight into the scene before them.
“I think we're in for a fight,” Natasha muttered, referring to the streams of workers escaping the boat which you knew to be Klaue's.
“Stay on the plane, Bruce; code green will be a last case measure in an enclosed space like that.”
The scientist nodded, then the rest of the team filtered in. Steve took command on the scene, bringing Tony and Thor with him to confront the robot, and left Natasha and Clint to the stealth, hiding in the shadows to provide back up if everything went south.
Nerves ran through you as you watched their confrontation with the machine. It was also your first proper look at the Maximoffs – neither seemed particularly intimidated while staring down the Avengers, but you saw the anger in their eyes.
Then, within a second, the sides clashed: Tony was thrown against the wall, more robots came in to fight Steve and Thor one on one, and the Maximoffs used their powers to interrupt.
“The twins keep stepping back,” you noticed, calling it in through the comms.
“They're new to this, probably don't know where to get involved.”
“I'm not sure.” You kept your mind at work, but unless you worked out their thought processes, there was nothing for you to do or say.
Natasha and Clint were brought into the fight in the meantime, attacking the enemies who came their way in order to keep the fight contained to the ship. A full firefight ensued between Klaue’s men, the Ultron bodies, and the Avengers; nothing much changed on your screens until Thor paused, still in between fights, and turned to his right where the girl – Wanda – stood.
“Thor?” Maria checked in. He didn’t put up a fight against her and only watched as she walked away. “What’s happened?”
She got no reply.
“Thor. Status report.” Steve tried. Communications had been patchy; you struggled to get through to Bruce, so it wasn’t out of the question that Thor would have the same issues.
“The girl tried to warp my mind,” he finally replied, “take special care; I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty.” He trailed off; his teammates might have assumed he had finished and returned to the fight, but you saw instead that his steps had slowed, and he looked around for sights that weren’t there. Tony had done similar back in Sokovia, while Maria’s files of the Maximoffs’ targets described the same sight: even the mighty can fall to the Sokovian’s powers.
“Thor is out of action,” you spoke into the comms; you received no protests from the god himself, so you could only assume he was beyond reaching too. “Watch out for Wanda Maximoff.”
Despite your warning, you were forced to watch as more Avengers fell victim to the Maximoff’s ploy: Steve was knocked into Wanda’s path, Natasha was caught unaware coming down a stairwell, and Clint – well, Clint avoided the mind control, only to be knocked through glass by the other twin.
“Whoever's standing, we gotta move! Guys?”
“Tony’s got Ultron; the others are down,” you told him, “get Natasha, she’s down the corridor from you. Just get everyone out.”
“Good plan,” Maria confirmed, thankfully not noticing how you only sent Clint to check up on Natasha, “Ultron just mentioned Banner so get ready for a quick evac.”
“Natasha, I could really use a lullaby,” Tony said. You checked his camera; the Hulk was on the loose, and angrier than you’d ever seen.
“Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while.” Natasha’s head lulled against his hand, totally unresponsive to the world around her. Even with the hostiles gone, you were thankful she had Clint by her side; she wouldn’t want anyone else to see her that way.
Your head snapped up when Maria next spoke, “we need to get everyone to safety.” You nodded wordlessly and got to work setting up evacuation orders, sending in paramedics, and arranging the legal documents as you watched the chaos unfold; all the while, you kept an eye on Natasha, heart tugging at the fear in her eyes, even as she slowly came to her senses.
By the fight’s end, your work had tripled and you knew you’d be running damage control well into the morning, while the Avengers had gained a hostile press, so they wouldn’t be coming home – Natasha wouldn’t be coming home – until they fixed this.
“Y/N?” Clint called you privately, after Maria had briefed them all of the consequences.
“Yeah?”
“Tracking is off, right? Cameras too?”
“Both off. You’re untraceable; even to us.”
“Good. I’m taking them to the farm, so I just- after SHIELD, you know-”
“I get it, you can’t be too careful with these things. Say hi to everyone for me, yeah? And look after Nat while I can’t.”
“Will do. I’ll see you later, Y/N.”
Clint hung up, leaving you in the silence of the empty room. Maria had gone out to take private calls of her own, and the other residents were now forbidden from returning. You returned to your work with a sigh – so much for the time off.
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— Desired Reality - Uno.
A Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader Series
Summary : Six people who claimed to be from another universe arrived at the Avengers Tower out of nowhere. The fact that the group of people—NOVA—are essentially Avengers clones only serves to further complicate matters. The only unmistakable distinction between them is that they are of opposing sexes. How will things play out for the two groups of superhumans?
Word count : 1.5k
Warnings : Nothing that I know of.
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"Is this it?" A red headed male asked, looking around the unfamiliar yet familiar building in front of them. Nathaniel.
"If the smarties' calculations are correct, then supposedly, we are where we need to be." The youngest member of the team replied with a small sigh. Stephanie.
"Of course it's right, it's us. When are we ever wrong?" The richest member of the team snarked back, making sure to add a sassy eye roll. Antoinette.
"When you said everyone in our team is straight." The archer responded in a tone so flat that you could mistake it for a serious statement. Clarissa.
A chuckle erupted from the quietest member of the team. "She got you good this time." Brielle.
"Bite back, Ms. Snarky." The group's ray of sunshine egged on, wanting to see drama unfolding in front of her very eyes again. Theodora.
"You guys will seriously argue any chance you get, huh?" A white haired female said with annoyance. Everyone immediately stopped talking as if it was their mom scolding them. Y/n.
"Six people are exiting the building. Two on your right, Steph. Two on your left, Brie. And two directly in front of us." Everyone immediately went into full alert mode, ready to fight if necessary.
Just like you said, six people came out of the building. Surprise was immediately shown on the Avengers faces when they saw the six people standing outside the building.
Steve Rogers, Captain America, was the first to speak up. "Who are you?"
"Luke, I am your father." Antoinette said seriously, making direct eye contact with the super soldier.
"Luke? My name isn't Luke." Steve furrowed his brows in confusion as the group of strangers infront of them tries to stifle a chuckle.
"Idiot, it's 'No, I am your father.'" The archer of the younger team would never pass on an opportunity to piss the young billionaire off.
"No? He says 'Luke', you dumb bitch, not 'No'." Y/n let out a loud sigh once those words left Antoinette's mouth, knowing this will lead to a long fight again.
Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who didn't want to go through the banter between the two girls.
"We're you, from a different reality." Steph answered seriously and truthfully, stepping forward to hide the two girls arguing and ignoring the confused looks on the heroes faces.
Silence immediately enveloped them, the avengers trying to study the unfamiliar faces infront of them. You decided to break the silence, knowing that you all didn't have time for staring contests.
"I believe it's best if we speak about this matter inside." You said with a friendly smile, revealing your dimples on both cheeks. Your london accent also surprised everyone, but no one chose to comment on it.
"And how can we trust that you won't try to kill us?" Steve asked, stepping forward to try and intimidate the group.
"Cuff us then." A chorus of disbelieving 'what?!'s could be heard from the younger group. A raise of your right hand, however, was able to silence them.
That didn't stop the quiet cursing and swearing from your group however.
"So you're saying that, you're us, from a different universe?" Tony asked with furrowed brows. They were in the avengers meeting room, the younger heroes all had cuffs on their hands, much to their displeasure.
"Yeah. I'm you," Annie said as she pointed at Tony. "from another reality, wherein you're a gal."
"Wait, wait, wait. So what are your names then?" Clint asked reluctantly, crossing his arms as he stared at the cuffed heroes.
The Vigilantes all looked at you first, seemingly asking for approval from their 'leader' before revealing important information. When you nodded, Clint's counterpart broke the silence.
"I'm Clarissa Francesca Barton, they call me Claire. I'm you, Hawkeye."
"Stephanie Grace Rogers, Steph." Steve raised his brows in surprise at his supposed female counterpart.
"Roxanne Brielle Banner. Guess you can call me Brie." Bruce nodded at his counterpart who just raised a brow at him in response.
"I'm Theodora Odinson, you can call me Thea. Hi, Thor." Thor waved at the girl who smiled at him in return.
Everyone then looked at Annie, who raised a brow at them once she noticed their gaze. "What? I wanna go last."
She sighed before rolling her eyes. "The name's Antoinette Edelle Stark. It's Annie for short, not Toni, not Nette, not anything else."
Tony smiled in triumph when he confirmed that he looks good in every universe, despite being the opposite gender.
"I'm Nate." The only boy in the team said flatly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.
"He's Nathaniel Alister Romanoff." You finished for him, ignoring the look of betrayal on his face.
"I'm Y/n Dawn Maximoff, according to our research, I'm Pietro Django Maximoff. I also have a twin," Your eyes shifted to Wanda, a look of understanding flashed in both their eyes. "His name was Walker Marco Maximoff."
"Wait— I appreciate knowing your names, but that doesn't prove anything, much more being from another universe." Steve asked, still cautious against them.
You sighed in annoyance, you didn't appreciate being asked multiple questions, especially again and again.
You stared at the keys of the handcuffs on the table away from you. You frowned and shifted your gaze to the cuffs on your hand, and suddenly it disappeared.
The avengers looked at you in shock, immediately going into a fighting position when you stood up. You raised your hands in the air to show you weren't doing anything fishy.
"Care to help us here, Y/N/N?" Annie said sarcastically, raising her hands that are still in cuffs.
You walk over to them and touched each of their cuffs that magically disappear each time. You walked over to Cap who backed away slightly. You scoffed and held out your hand that somehow now had all the cuffs.
"Take it, then I'll explain." You threw the cuffs at him, which he caught easily.
Nathaniel walked over to you and frowned, seeing that your wrist had red marks around them from the cuffs being too tight for you.
"Who placed cuffs on you? They need training or something." He said, adding a soft 'tsk' as he examined your wrists. Steve brows raised in surprise, obviously taking offense from that.
"I'm fine, Nate." You pulled your hands away from him and gave him a subtle glare for touching you.
"Anyways, as I was saying-"
"Are you two dating?" Your words were cut off by Natasha's sudden question. You raised your brows in shock, before smirking in amusement.
"Interested in my dating life, are we, Ms. Romanoff?" You asked, smirking teasingly. You saw a few of your members letting out a huff of annoyance hearing you flirting again. You chose to ignore them.
"No. We just don't appreciate having a couple in the team." She answered flatly. You tried reading her even if you knew very well you couldn't.
"But according to our research, you and Mr. Banner over there, had a small thing going on." You countered, raising a questioning brow at her. You didn't know why you even mentioned that, you and Nate really aren't a couple anyways. Maybe YOU are curious about her dating life.
Bruce cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn't let the obvious awkward tension in the room deter you, instead, you sat on the arm rests of Nathan's chair, crossing your arms as you look at the team boredly.
"Being romantically attached to someone doesn't affect my team's performance in the field, don't worry." You saw Steph and Nate giving you a thankful smile, which you gladly returned as a teasing one once you saw them holding hands underneath the table.
Silence overtook the meeting room. The avengers were trying to read you and your team, while your team were just relishing in the fact that you guys know I'm something that the older heroes don't.
"As much as I like the confusion on your faces, we'll have to tell you why we're here." You paused, looking at Steph, a silent cue for her to explain.
"Our universe is fucked. Someone fucked with us a week ago, they wanted to destroy our reality. Luckily, we were able to somehow freeze the entire timeline there. We need to go back in time to fix this mess, to be able to prepare, to avoid our universe from disappearing."
"So you want to create a time machine in this universe to travel back in time to your universe?" Steve asked, his brows furrowing even more than before.
"Yeah."
"Why us?" Natasha asked, raising a brow— specifically at Y/n.
"Why not?" You answered with a shrug. "We have 2 years to do it."
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The girl who works at the hot chocolate stand at Rockefeller
Reposted from my Wattpad.
This is part of my 12 days of fics
Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: in which Kate Bishop buys too many hot chocolates
It's that time of year again. The temperature drops, tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, everyone scrambles to get their holiday shopping done, while making cookies and getting bundled up in red PJs to watch Christmas films. Some people drop the needle down on their Christmas vinyls.
You love everything about this time of year. The cozy vibes, magical feeling, and family gatherings. Which is why you work the hot chocolate stand at Rockefeller center every year. You love watching people ice skate and gathering the tree for the lighting. When you're off your job you join in, and enjoy the holiday magic.
As you prepared orders, you thought about what to get your little sister for christmas. And decided on an American Girl doll. She loves those dolls and has always wanted one, even though they're crazy expensive. But you've saved up a lot for presents this year.
You heard some people whispering and pointing to the entrance. Curious, you looked up to see The Avengers walking around. You heard rumors about them visiting this year as a group, but here they are.
They walked up the stand and got in line.
You made many cups of coco, from ex assassins and super soldiers, to a witch, a guy who can run really fast, a guy with an iron suit,an Asgardian god, and a hulk. And the two world's greatest archers.
One of them, being Kate Bishop. The raven haired girl studied you for a moment. She thought you were extremely beautiful. She got too caught up in her thoughts when she didn't notice you had finished making her drink.
"Uh, Ms. Bishop? Your drink is ready." You spoke up and she shook her head and took the warm styrofoam cup. "I'm sorry, thank you..."
"Y/n." you responded with a warm smile.
She smiled back at you.
"Y/n." she repeated and she walked back t0 the group of supers.
"Well...you seemed very occupied over there." Natasha smirked while Yelena let out a laugh.
Kate rolled her eyes.
"Okay, whatever."
"Come on guys! Let's go ice skating!" Steve exclaimed. The team started skating around, but Kate couldn't keep her mind off of you. She wanted to see you again. So, she bought another cup of hot chocolate. And another one. And in the words of DJ Khaled, another one. Till you finally spoke up about it.
"You must really like hot chocolate, don't you?"
Her face turned crimson.
"I-uh, yeah. I guess you could say that. Um, when do you get off?"
You smirked at her question.
"Whenever I can. Which happens to be right now." you responded.
Kate smiled and you closed up the stand, getting bundled back up in your mittens and coats. And your All Too Well scarf you bought from Taylor Swift's merch store.
She took you by the hand.
The two of you talked for awhile before the tree lighting ceremony started. You stood with Kate by the rest of the team. And as soon as the lights on the tree came on, she grabbed your face in her hands and pressed her lips to yours.
You happily kissed her back.
This was definitely the most magical Christmas you've ever experienced.
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Eventually
PART TWO TO "Moral Of The Story" / ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Summary: Tonight was the night you fought for Hawkins, for your life, for your future. Was breaking up with Steve a mistake? Or perhaps breaking up with him made you see what you truly needed?
WC: 8.8k (the longest one i’ve written yet holy shmokes)
Warning/s: VOL 2 SPOILERS! lots of swearing, HEAVY ANGST, mentions of a panic attack, graphic description of injuries, wounds, blood, all in all just pure violence.
Note: What the heck I am absolutely baffled at the amount of people that supported the first part 😭 I never imagined that being a hit but here we are and here's the long-awaited part 2! And for those asking for them to be tagged, I am greatly sorry I wasn't able to tag all of you, since the limit of tagging in a post is 50! :(
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You kept your chin up, holding your crossbow as you put on a fake smile. “How’s the shield lookin’?” You greeted, watching Eddie’s hand grip the handle, hurling it towards the air.
“Light. But durable,” he says, punching it towards the air again, getting a better grip. “Deadly. But reliable.” Eddie smiles proudly.
“Looks cool.” You compliment the two, Dustin bows his head before the two of you looked at Eddie to see him raising his hand, his foot stepping on the basket. “Hear me now,” he begins dramatically, raising a fist to the air before opening his hand. “There will be no more retreating…” He pumps his fist down, doing a little jig of happiness. “From Eddie the Banished.”
Eddie looks at you as he toyed with the lid, his smile still etched upon his pretty face. “No more.” You assured him, smiling back.
Dustin stands up, holding his own shield. “Hey, Eddie, guess you’re really ready for bat-tle.”
The two of you look at each other before looking at Dustin with a serious look.
Dustin nods, checking if the two of you got the pun as he chortles. “You guys get it? Bat-tle.”
Eddie tilts his head at him, raising his eyebrows.
Dustin rolled his eyes. “B-A-T. No?”
Eddie shook his head, dropping his shield to the ground as you watched. “I thought I had a good one.” He says before he’s fully tackling Dustin, making you gasp out in surprise. “What are you doing?!” Dustin exclaimed; poor boy hadn’t got the chance to defend himself.
You laughed out loud before Eddie was pushing Dustin away with a teasing smile.
Dustin wouldn’t let himself go down that easily, being a tough kid he is. “You son of a bitch!” He said in fits of laughter as he tried tackling Eddie down, getting his own taste of revenge.
“Alright Henderson! Take him down!” You cheered. “No wedgies! No wedgies!” Dustin shouts, making you even laugh harder, clutching at your stomach.
You watched as the play-fight ceased, how Eddie laughed out of breath, his hair sticking to his face from the light layer of sweat as he held Dustin.
You smiled. You could tell Dustin really looked up to Eddie, how Dustin’s smile widened, it was like seeing your own favorite superhero come to life. “Never change. Dustin Henderson.” Eddie spoke. “Promise me?”
Tilting your head, you watched the two. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Dustin responded. “Good.” Eddie said. “Good.” Dustin repeated. They laughed as Eddie pat his back.
“And what do we have here?” Eddie breaks away from Dustin to face you, eyeing the crossbow in your hand and the arrows poking from your back.
You raised your crossbow, which was loaded, but the safety lock was on.
Eddie takes a second to glance at you. He noticed that your eyes were a little puffy, a sign that you had cried again, but he let it slide.
“We have our own archer.” Eddie says to you. “This is the coolest thing I saw there, why not? And my aim is very accurate.” You proudly say.
Eddie’s stare lingers on you for a little longer, you could feel it as you fixed the strap of your crossbow, slinging it over your body.
Eddie noticed his actions; he shakes his head before walking a few feet away. “Hey! Sinclairs!”
“How are those, uh… spears coming on?” He shouts over to them. You looked at the siblings, Lucas seemed to be struggling whilst Erica looked like she was doing a great job. Lucas throws a thumbs up in your direction, smiling.
“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says, holding the funnel still so Robin could pour gas onto the glass bottle. The conversation between the two of you bore into his mind, your words echoing in his head.
“Get your shit together, Steve. Because it’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair.”
“We’re done.”
“What doesn’t make sense?” Robin asked. Steve shakes his head, changing the topic.
“That was Dan Shelter, he graduated, like, two years ago.” He spoke. “So?” Robin replied. “So he’s in college… Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned like- I don’t know, a week ago?” He looks at Robin to make sure she was listening.
“Right? Unless she’s got some horndog brother we don’t know about… which is possible- Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?”
“Steve.” Robin interjected.
“What?” Steve looks at her. “I don’t care. I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on… Honestly this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… In the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.” Robin said.
Steve sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I get you there, but I still have hope.” Hope for what exactly? Steve doesn’t know. Now that he just took a huge wrecking ball in your relationship, he wonders if its still able to be repaired.
“Not everything has a happy ending.” Robin noted. “Yeah, yeah, believe me. I know.” Steve replied.
Robin chuckled, looking at you, but Steve’s gaze was at Nancy. “Your relationship’s fine, Steve, don’t sweat on it.”
Steve clutches another bottle, his other hand holding the funnel. “No. It’s not.”
“Not? What? Why?” Robin questioned.
“I messed it up, and I think- I think I’m still in love with-“
Robin glanced at you, then at Nancy, before looking at Steve. “No shit? Steve, come on.” Robin said in a hushed tone. “I- she broke up with me- earlier.”
“How are you holding up?” Robin said. “I don’t know, I feel…” Steve shrugged, it felt empty.
“Try to fix it if you can. I know she cares about you, Steve. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Even back then in the mall she couldn’t handle being in the same room with you ‘cause she’ll turn so red.” Robin reminisced.
Steve looked at Robin. “Whatever you do, make it count since… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”
“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve spoke. “I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but-“ Robin sighs as both of them look at the rest of the gang.
Nancy was trying to regain her aim, while you, Dustin, and Eddie were playing with the shields. Dustin running away from the two of you before grabbing the shield that Eddie clumsily dropped and now, he was the one getting chased. Steve watched as you and Dustin playfully pretended to jab Eddie with the shield, how he plays along with you, kneeling to the ground making pained noises, laying down on the grass in defeat. You laugh, sitting down on the grass in front of him, catching your breath. The Sinclair siblings were trying out their spears, Lucas spinning it around while Erica was testing the sturdiness of their work.
“We have to try. Right?”
Steve tears his gaze away from you, looking at Robin. “Yeah.”
Steve raises a bottle. “To killing Vecna.” Robin does the same, smiling. “Slash Henry.”
“Slash one.” Said Steve before they let their bottles clink.
Thankfully, there were more time for everyone to get dressed. Everyone was now clad in their battle armor. Now with the plan in mind, everyone was silent for the whole ride towards the Creel house, where Lucas, Max, and Erica were stationed. Then you, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were in charge in the Upside Down. You, Eddie and Dustin were tasked with distracting the demobats, while Nancy, Steve, and Robin were tasked with taking care of Vecna.
The sunset colored the interior of the RV in an orange hue. You and Eddie were once again sat together.
“If our plan doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Eddie mumbled, his head in his hands. You frown, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It will, we’ll make sure of it.”
“And there’s no way they wouldn’t fall for it, if our calculations are correct…” Dustin trailed off. You watched as Eddie places his hands on the table, his rings glinting thanks to the sunlight through the window.
This night, this night would probably be the biggest battle you had to face in your entire life. Your future depended on it. You couldn’t help but stare at Steve in the driver’s seat, how his face looked solemn. You bit your lip, swallowing. You couldn’t feel guilty now, you needed to focus.
The two of you hadn’t spoken ever since earlier. Although your eyes would find each other every once in a while, or so.
The van halted to a stop, outside was the Creel house.
As the door opened, Erica, Lucas, and Max steps out, holding their lanterns. The door slams shut, the atmosphere feeling suddenly heavy as you watched Max step foot into the house as the van began moving again, letting them disappear from your view.
The sky slowly turns dark as Steve parked.
“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time.” Nancy said, looking at everyone. You nodded. “Phase one.” “We meet Erica at the playground, she’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.” Robin answers. “Phase two.” Nancy said. “Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.” Steve replied. Nancy looks at him. “Phase three?”
“Me, Dustin, and Eddie draw the bats away.” You said, then from the corner of your eye you see Eddie ruffling Dustin’s hair, which made Steve look at the two before turning back to Robin as she spoke.
“We head into Vecna’s newly bat-free lair, and…” Robin raises the Molotov, sloshing the liquid inside. “Flambé.”
Nancy nods, staring at the ground. “Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied.” She looks up. “Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?”
“Got it.” You all reply in unison before exiting the RV.
Once again, you all jog your way into Eddie’s trailer, opening the door and closing it once everyone got in. Steve flicks the light switch on, his eyes gluing onto the glowing red gate to the Upside Down.
Steve drops his bag, approaching the makeshift rope.
“Be careful.” Dustin says to Steve. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve said, giving him a light pat on the chest. Taking in a breath, Steve grabs at the rope. “Here goes nothing.”
Steve successfully climbs into the Upside Down, his feet landing with a thud as he hits the ground, looking back up and shrugging nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes, always the showoff. You could hear Robin muttering sarcastically. “What does he want us to do, applaud?”
You see Steve dragging the mattress, flopping it on the ground, serving as a landing pad. “Alright, let’s go.”
First up was Nancy, who got an extra boost from Robin. Nancy hits the landing pad, you could see Steve offering his hand, pulling her up. And you swore you could see them stare at each other, shaking your head, you brushed the feeling off. Next up were the bags, you threw your weapons in.
Second one was Eddie, followed by Robin. Now it was your turn. You lunged yourself up, grabbing the rope as you climbed. Going through the gate you suddenly feel the weight of gravity hit as you flop onto your back on the bed with a gasp.
You blinked a few times, then you saw two hands reaching out for you. Steve and Eddie, on either side of you. Looking at neither, you grabbed both their hands as they hoisted you up. The next was the shields, spears, and a few more bags as the last person to come through was Dustin, he lands with a thud, a surprised look in his face.
He sits up, amazed before he was being pulled by the shirt thanks to Eddie and Steve.
After gearing up, Nancy opens the door, stepping out, followed by all of you.
You could hear thundering as you were back in the gloomy place. Shivers began to crawl up your back seeing everything with dark root-like features crawling everywhere. You let out a breath you realized you had been holding.
“Hey, guys, listen.” Steve said, suddenly turning around to face the three of you. “If things here start to go south, I mean, at all- you abort.” Steve said, looking at you, before glancing at Dustin and Eddie. “Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna.” The three of you nodded.
“Don’t try to be cute or be a hero or something… Okay? You guys are just—”
“Decoys.” The three of you reply. Steve looks at you, pursing his lips and nodding. “Don’t worry. You can be the hero, Steve.” Dustin said. Eddie agreed, “Absolutely. I mean, look at us.” He glances at Dustin then at you. “We are not heroes.” He looks back at Steve, chuckling.
Steve began walking away but Eddie calls out to him. “Hey, Steve,” They look at each other. “Make him pay.”
Steve nods, grabbing the chance to take one last look at you as you did the same. You sent him a nod and a small smile. You could see the edge of Steve’s lip curl up, but a second later he was already walking away. As they began their journey, the three of you began nailing bits and pieces of metal onto Eddie’s trailer, making sure that when things go south, you’ll be protected from the inside.
You hammered it on, looking to the side to see Eddie ripping off a fence, placing it onto the rug along with miscellaneous materials as Dustin and Eddie pulled it towards the trailer. You hopped off, done with your work, you decide to help hold the metal scrap as Eddie drilled it in. “Sure, you got that in, Munson?” You said, looking up at him as his tongue sticks out in determination. You chuckle at the habit.
“Yes…ma’am.” He replied, patting the new layer of protection. You smiled at him as he also smiled at you. You avert your gaze, the smile never leaving your face. After a few more minutes of reinforcing Eddie’s trailer, the three of you step back to admire the work you’ve done as thunder booms in the distance.
“Not bad.” Eddie said.
“Not bad at all.” Dustin said as he smiled.
“Great job, boys.” You said, breathing out. Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “We’re only getting started. Now for the fun part.”
You and Dustin looked at each other before the three of you entered his trailer, heading straight to his room. Eddie halts, eyes going wide. “Jesus Chr…” Eddie lets out almost something akin to a whimper as you watched. Dustin chuckles as Eddie slowly approaches his guitar mounted on the wall in awe.
“It’s like… she was destined for an alternate dimension.” Eddie said.
He slowly reaches up to grab it. “What do you say, guys?” turning around he looks at the two of you. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?”
“Hell yeah!” You smile.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Dustin remarked.
Eddie slings the guitar on him. “Let’s do it.” With a devilish grin, he slings the guitar onto his back.
Even with the thought of impending doom in the back of your mind, being with Dustin and Eddie was enough to calm your nerves, but your mind often had you rethinking about Steve. Where were they now?
Steve watched Robin as she was rambling on about the possibility of them getting lost.
“We’re not lost, Robin.” Nancy said. Only thing she got was a chuckle from her. “Robin, hey. Watch out for the vines! Hive mind, remember?” Nancy reminded her as Robin took off. “Thank you!” Robin responded, and then she was off.
“Uh, don’t worry about her.” Steve said, walking besides Nancy. “She’s just stressed, y’know, scared.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.” Nancy replied. “It’s just…” “She’s a super klutz?” Steve finished, looking at her as she chuckled. Steve tried to keep the conversation steady, his mind flashing back to you. At this point, Steve just wanted things to be done with. He was still conflicted, having Nancy in front of him all this time had him reminisce of the past that they had together, which Steve will admit that was long gone. However, after all the time had passed, with you getting with him and him rarely seeing Nancy, it was easy to forget the hole that she left in his heart, that was eventually filled by you.
“She did tell me that it took her longer to walk than most babies, so…”
Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “I really shouldn’t laugh.”
He was being a total asshole, he realized that sooner than he liked, now he’s walking in the Upside Down with a broken heart. Seeing Nancy only made things worse, as he realized how he’d pine over her the past weeks, always wanting to be near her, hell, he even forgot you. That, that was fucked up of him. Now, all he could do was pretend everything was fine.
“When I was a baby, I actually crawled backwards.” Steve admits.
“Crawled backwards?” Nancy repeats. Steve looks at her for a split second, before acting it out. “You know, I’d push with my hands like this. Beep. Beep... Always in reverse, you know?”
Steve looks at Nancy, gesturing with his hands. “Come on. It makes sense. You push to move, right?” “No, no. It doesn’t make sense.” Nancy laughs. “Well, it did to my tiny little Harrington brain.”
Steve shrugged. “That is, until I reversed my baby butt down a flight of stairs and thumped my head really good.” Steve looks at Nancy, seeing her face in disbelief. “Yeah.”
“Wow. That explains so much.”
“Yeah. I think it kinda does. I think, like, right out of the gate, like- I’m super confident. But y’know I’m also, like, an idiot… Which is just… I mean it’s a brutal combination.”
Then Steve remembered how he was just like that, with you, but the only thing was, you were the only one able to understand him for what he truly is as a person, you’ve uncovered many things in the span of the two of you being together, that made Steve realize how much he had to learn through you, how you taught him of certain things in life, that not everything gets to be handed to him in his life, he’s got to work hard for it. To truly understand what it was like.
“But, I mean, the good news is, I get a big enough thump on my head, I can change, you know? I can learn.” What happened between you was a lot more than a thump to his head, it was like someone had dropped a gallon of ice-cold water on him, bucket included. “I can crawl forward.”
But at every glance he takes at Nancy, there’s an ache in his heart, no matter what he does. This was wrong. He was beating himself up in his mind. How could he just simply throw a perfect, loving, healthy relationship with you for someone that doesn’t even like him that way anymore? Steve glanced back, even though he was farther away from you, it still doesn’t help that the uneasy feeling pooling in his stomach at the thought of you being so far away about to bait yourself from those goddamn bats that almost killed him. It sent him shaking his head, trying to focus that you were safer there. You were safe with Dustin and… Eddie.
Steve shakes the thought of you and Eddie in his mind, focusing on the conversation with Nancy.
“Listen, I guess what I’m trying to say in a really stupid, roundabout way is, um…” Steve sighs, stopping with a click of his tongue. “…Is thank you.”
Nancy wears a look of confusion, being taken aback. “Thank me?”
“Yeah.”
“For...?”
“For giving my head the biggest thump of its life, two years ago, and now.” Steve breathes out. “I needed it. It’s changed my life.”
“What do you mean now...? Steve?” Nancy questioned.
“I used to think if I hadn’t done the things I did…a part of me still thinks that we would’ve made it.” Steve didn’t know what he was doing, it probably wasn’t the best way to earn closure like this. He was just spewing out words that made sense to him.
“Steve…” Nancy began, Steve looked down, swallowing. “You can’t do this, Steve.” Nancy said. Those words came crashing down on Steve’s chest. He knew he didn’t stand a chance but seeing and hearing those words from Nancy solidified it. “Have you thought about (Y/N)? I mean- how would she feel? She’s been with you longer than me, Steve. She’s been with you through everything that happened. She loves you, Steve, I could see it. I only didn’t speak about it since I thought maybe we were just catching up together- as friends.” Nancy breathes out.
Now that felt like he was given another thump on the head, thanks again to Nancy. Friends. That’s all they would ever be, no more, no less. And you just broke up with him.
Steve was about to open his mouth to reply, but then rushed footsteps and Robin’s voice was heard. “You guys! Awesome news!”
Steve bit his lip, he didn’t know if he should be thankful for the disturbance or not, since it means he was once step closer to his grave.
“Looks like we weren’t going the wrong way after all.” Robin pants. “Come on!”
Steve and Nancy look at each other. Steve gives up, jerking his head towards Robin, walking away. “Let’s go!” Robin rushed.
“Okay.” Steve muttered; the words unsaid leaving to rot in the back of his head.
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Every second you felt your anxiety getting worse. Waiting atop of Eddie’s trailer, Dustin was tasked communicating with the other team, listening if your phase was about to commence.
Tapping your foot, you were stood by the edge, overlooking the rest of the houses and trailers scattered, with the forest looming over. You had everything planned, nothing could go wrong, right?
There were a few taps on your shoulder, looking around you spot Eddie, wearing his usual smile, moving to stand next to you. “So, you feel alright?”
“I don’t-“ You sigh, gesturing all over the place. “I don’t know, really… we just have one chance at this and if we fuck this up I-“
“Hey, hey…you know I’m also close to shitting myself here but,” You laugh at Eddie’s words, easing your anxiety. “We’ll get through this, okay? When all this is over then we’re free to do any shit we like.” Eddie said, smiling.
“Hmm, and what are you planning on doing when all of this is over?” You asked. Eddie lets outs a sigh, eyes blinking in thought. “Never really had someone ask me that.”
“Well, here I am, asking.” You smile.
“Dunno, probably clear my name first, then, like, go back to my band or something- even go on tour- Sounds weird now that I’m saying this out loud.” Eddie looks down, chuckling. You shake your head, laughing with him.
“Doesn’t sound weird to me, and I promise you, we’ll do everything we can to prove to everybody that you’re innocent.” You promised. Eddie smiled at you, he always liked your aura, its like everywhere you went there followed hope. Even when Eddie could tell that you were hurting, your smile still felt genuine, well, to him anyways.
Maybe, after all of this, he’d definitely would like to get to know you better. Maybe even teach you how to play D&D, who knows.
Then the two of you hear the chatter of Dustin’s walkie talkie.
“She’s in. Move to phase three.”
“Copy that. Initiating phase three.” Dustin replied.
Both you and Eddie look at each other. “Goodluck.” You said, moving over next to Dustin, plugging the amplifier as Dustin cranks the volume up, the feedback ringing in your ears. Eddie looked nervous; you could tell.
He nods, yanking the pick from his necklace. With a shout, he grabs his guitar then began strumming.
You and Dustin watched in awe, smiling as the two of you bopped your heads to the music. “Go Munson!” You cheer.
Meanwhile Steve watched as the bats screeched, flapping their wings, moving in unison toward the direction of the loud music. He knits his eyebrows, worry crossing his features. He hoped you remembered his advice earlier.
As Eddie strummed, you almost forgot you were in an alternate dimension, you watched as Eddie headbanged as his fingers worked their way in playing with all their might. You and Dustin continued to headbang yourselves as the two of you laughed. “This is amazing.” Dustin commented, watching Eddie.
He places his foot up onto another amplifier, continuing to rock. Dustin pulls out his telescope, watching for any signs of the demobats.
After a moment Dustin looked, he stands up. You looked to the distance. “Eddie! We gotta lock down in T-minus 30 seconds!” Dustin shouted at him. Eddie nods, licking his lips before continuing to play louder.
Looking toward the distance you could already see a flock of them, making you stand up.
“T-minus 20!”
Eddie’s eyes sent you a wave of determination, looking at you before he shreds the solo. You could already hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears as the adrenaline rush began. “Let’s go Eddie!” You
“T-minus 10!”
Eddie pushes through.
“Five!”
You could hear the thunder cracks began to get louder.
“One!”
Eddie finishes, the last strum echoing as it fades.
“Move, move, move!” You screamed. “Let’s go!” You all jumped down towards the pickup truck and back onto the ground as the chitter of the bats neared. You rounded towards the makeshift gate. “Go! Go!” Eddie ushered. “Shit! Shit!” Dustin screams.
Once you and Dustin made it in, Eddie followed. “Hurry! Eddie, shut it!” Dustin screamed at him. With a huge clang, Eddie shuts the gate, just in time as the bats landed.
“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin said, opening the door. You and Eddie made your way in, Eddie slamming the door.
Catching your breaths, you all looked at one another. “Dude! Most metal ever!” Dustin screamed. “Oh my… Oh my god!! Eddie followed Dustin, jumping up and down with adrenaline. You joined in, screaming and jumping with them. You laughed as it stopped, Eddie balling his hands into fists and screaming. “That was- jeez that was awesome.” You breathe out. Now that the bats were distracted, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to Steve.
Holding your crossbow in hand, you listened closely to the swarm of demobats as they thrashed the trailer, clanging and banging everywhere.
Every slam of the creatures on the wall had you gripping the crossbow tighter, your knuckles almost turning white as you let out a shaky breath.
Then the thrashing stopped.
“Hey, dipshits!!” Dustin calls out. “Give up that easy, huh?!”
“Shh!” Eddie shushed, “Is that really necessary?”
You were about to speak when the clattering began sounding from above the trailer. All of you simultaneously stare at the ceiling. “They’re on the roof.” Eddie spoke.
“No shit.” You reply.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Dustin repeatedly mumbles. The three of you follow the scattering, your eyes trailing down towards the vent. “They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asked, gripping his spear.
As if it was on cue, a demobat smashes the vent down, creating a hole as it stuck its head inside. Eddie and Dustin jumped back; your eyes widened. Wasting no time, you aimed your loaded crossbow, turning the safety off before shooting at it, you successfully hit its wing, leading it to crawl back out of the hole.
Eddie and Dustin screamed as more demobats tried to squeeze through, grasping their spears, they rushed and began poking through the vent with their spears. “Die! Die!” Dustin shouted. You loaded another arrow, raising the crossbow and aiming. Shooting, you successfully hit a demobat on the neck, the creature dying with a screech.
Eddie looks back, he seemed to be looking for something. He rushes towards the side to grab a chair. “Eddie! What are you doing? I need you!” Dustin said. “Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He screamed, placing the chair towards the vent as he hoists himself up. With a yell, Eddie blocks the vent with one of the shields.
The demobats trilled.
Eddie and Dustin catch their breath. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Eddie said. “Nice.” Dustin said. “Thanks.” Eddie responded, high-fiving Dustin.
“Guys,” they both turn to look at you. “Are there other vents we should know about?”
“Oh shit.” Eddie breathes out, jumping down from the chair and rushing to his room. You followed as Dustin let out a few more curse words. As Eddie slams the door open, the demobats already rushed in, flocking around his room, screeching. “Fuck!” You exclaim. “Go, let’s go!” You pulled them both away from the door, slamming it.
You knew the wooden door stood no chance against them as they began chipping at the wood, already making slits through the door. “Come on, come on hurry!” You scream. Eddie grabs the other shield; you gripped your crossbow. “That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin said, referring to the almost beaten down door.
“Go! Climb!” You shouted at Dustin, he grabs at the rope, grunting as he pulls himself up. “Come on, quickly!”
Dustin safely makes his way back into Hawkins, flopping on Eddie’s bed.
“(Y/N)! Hurry!” Eddie shouts at you, for a split second you didn’t want to leave him there. You wanted to stay, you wanted to fight with him. To hell with your future if you died now.
But as Eddie shouts at you once again, you knit your eyebrows, slinging your crossbow onto your back as you climbed the rope fast as your body can. Your heart hammering in your chest. You flop down onto Eddie’s bed with a thud, you wasted no time standing up, looking at Eddie.
“Eddie, come on! What are you waiting for?!” You screamed at him. Eddie threw the spear and shield away, already hoisting himself up. You watched intently, wanting Eddie to get over here as fast as he could, to make it safe back here in Hawkins. You wanted him to climb faster. It was already a losing battle. You could hear the door cracking in the distance as Eddie turns to look at it.
“Eddie come on, please!” You shouted along with Dustin. “You’re so close, Eddie come on now let’s go!” Dustin screamed. “Leave it, Eddie! We’ll find another way!” You shouted.
Eddie stopped.
The thought already clicked in your head as your eyes widen, watching him drop down back onto the ground. “Eddie.” Dustin called. Eddie looks up at the both of you, his face stricken with gloom as he already made the decision in his mind.
“Don’t- don’t fucking do this to us, Eddie.” You spoke. Eddie rushed back, grabbing his spear and shield, he aims the spear at the rope as you tried to grab onto it.
“DON’T! EDDIE!” You pleaded. He screamed, slicing the rope off as it fell limp in your hands.
You shake your head, looking around everywhere for a chair able to jump yourself back in the Upside Down. You looked up to see him moving the bed out of the way. “Eddie, stop! Eddie, stop!” Dustin’s voice cracked as he pleaded, you felt your throat tighten, hearing how Dustin pleaded. You knew Eddie meant so much to Dustin. “Stop, stop, stop.” Dustin said, holding his head in his hands, looking at Eddie.
Your breath quickened. Your chest hurt. You needed to act.
Rushing towards the chair, you trashed everything that was atop of it. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin screamed. “I’m buying more time.” You could hear him say.
Oh, you absolute little shit You thought, trying to push the thought of Eddie sacrificing himself just to get more time.
“No!” Dustin disagreed. Eddie fades out from view. “Eddie, please!” Dustin cried.
You rushed, throwing the rope away before replacing it with the chair. You grabbed Dustin, patting him on the shoulders as tears ran down his cheeks. “Dustin, hey, whatever you do, don’t- don’t follow, okay? Promise me?” You pleaded.
Dustin looks at you, the poor kid’s eyes widen as he shook his head. “No, no, not you too, (Y/N) please.” He begged, fresh tears running down his cheeks. You shake your head, smiling as tears blurred your vision, trying your best to smile at him. “Dustin, listen, hey,” you say, wiping off his tears with your thumbs, in hopes to comfort the kid. “I have to, okay? We must end this, once and for all. No more trouble, no more Upside Down bullshit.” You spoke. “You’ll get to live your life out there.” You spoke, blinking your tears back.
“Please, (Y/N)…” Dustin croaked as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, buddy, please,” You say, shaking your head you pushed him away, leading him to land on the floor. “Don’t follow.” Was the last thing you said before you ran for a jump start, using the chair as leverage. The chair drops as you managed to hoist yourself up.
“(Y/N)! NO!” Dustin scrambles to stand up, wanting to reach out to you but it was too late. You already dropped into the upside down on your side with an agonizing shout. You definitely felt something break.
Trying your best to disregard the aching pain in your shoulder, you stood up, seeing the door open. “Hold on, Eddie.” You mumbled as you heard Dustin screaming above you.
You braced yourself and ran outside. You could hear the chittering of the demobats. You could see a flock of them following something, or someone.
Eddie.
Flinching, you heard a chitter behind you, it was a demobat hissing. You slung your crossbow back, trying to load and aim as it circled you. “Come on, come on.” You mumble, waiting for the right time. As it circled around you once more, you took the shot. It fell limp on the ground, screeching.
You stared at it, then your head perks to the direction of the flock. Looking around, you spot another bike.
Running towards it, you rode it and began biking, wanting to reach Eddie sooner. Your legs felt like they were on fire as you dreaded every second you weren’t with Eddie. You took on the other side of the road, you were slowly gaining up speed, catching up to him. You could see the bats gaining up to him as well.
There was only one thing you could do.
“Come here fuckers!!” You shouted, catching the attention of a few demobats as they trilled, switching in direction. You spot Eddie, looking at you as if you were a ghost.
“Come on, what are you waiting for?!” You screamed. Half of the demobats were now onto you, you biked faster as your legs could. “(Y/N)!” Eddie called out. You paid no attention to him, you only cared about diverting the demobats away from him.
“Yeah, that’s right! FOLLOW ME!” You screamed, lungs burning, not only from screaming, but from inhaling the particles floating around.
Eddie could only watch as the demobats chasing him were now onto you.
He was in shock as he saw you there with him, biking along, letting the demobats use you for bait. A part of him felt relieved, at least in this moment he wasn’t alone, somehow you still found the courage to join him even if it meant no chance of making it out alive.
The other part of him wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to be angry at the fact that you followed him, risking yourself in the process. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared. He’s scared. Never in his life he thought he’d be fighting for his life in the year that he even hoped to graduate in.
As if any of that even mattered anymore. Even if his sacrifice goes unnoticed, he still felt at peace in knowing somehow, he was able to save all of Hawkins. But he couldn’t let you do that for him.
You were doing a good job at making the creatures chase after you. That is, until the chainrings snapped.
Eddie’s eyes widen as everything he saw played in slow motion.
Your eyes struck with fear as you lost your balance, swerving to the right as your body’s instinct was to flee itself from the bike, your body landing in a thud as you rolled a few feet away due to the speed you were going. “(Y/N)!” Eddie shouted, gaining speed on his bike to reach you.
You groaned in pain as you tried your best to stand up, your body ached. Looking around you find yourself surrounded by the demobats as they circled around you. Grabbing your crossbow again, you loaded it as the pain in your shoulder became unbearable as you let out an agonizing grunt. There were a few already trying to make a bite at you. Your ears rang from their constant chittering.
Shooting one down, you were unaware of the one behind you as it already landed on your leg, taking a bite out on the side of your thigh. You screamed, smacking the bat with your crossbow as blood seeped through your jeans. “Fuck,” You shudder. The bite stung. You kept your head up, looking around for any more demobats that could unexpectedly come at you.
“(Y/N)!” You hear Eddie.
Looking around you spot Eddie, throwing his bike away, grabbing his spear and shield, and was headed towards you. “Eddie!” You called; he could see how your face contorted in fear. “Hold on!” He said, trying to find a way in to get to you.
You tried moving but the bats prevented you from doing so, in the corner of your eye you could see Eddie, pushing his way through as couple of bats nip and bit at him. “Eddie!” You called again, aiming for the bat that was on his back, breathing out, you shot it down as Eddie rushed toward you, now the two of you are back-to-back against these hellish creatures.
“I couldn’t let you do this on your own!” You shouted, hoping he heard. “And you’re stupid enough for that!” Eddie shouts back. “I couldn’t care less, let’s finish this!” You said, suddenly you remember stuffing a Molotov inside your bag. Eddie shouts as he tried fending the bats away, jabbing them with his spear.
“Eddie.” You called. “Yeah? A little busy here!”
Shooting another bat down, but one got to your arm as it took another bite at you. Dropping your bag, you grab an arrow, gripping it tight enough. With your vision going dizzy you jammed the arrow into the bat’s head, its blood splattering as you yanked it off of you. Eddie also looked to be suffering from a few bites too as his shirt had tears and blood seeping through them.
“Cover me!” You shouted at Eddie as you ducked to rummage in your bag. Eddie looks at you before doing so, defending himself with the shield and thrusting his spear into the air to hit a few bats.
Successfully grabbing the Molotov, you only needed one more thing.
“Eddie! Please tell me you have some kind of lighter with you!” You shouted. Eddie blinks back, thinking. “In my jacket, left side pocket!” He replied. You thanked all the gods as you reached in the pocket of Eddie’s leather jacket, pulling out the lighter.
Then another bat came at you, biting down at your stomach as you let out a scream, dropping the lighter in the process. You could feel its teeth sinking in deeper as it chowed away at you, your blood darkening as it seeped through your shirt. “Get away!” You hear Eddie, grabbing the bat by the hand as he pulled it from you, slamming it onto the ground, scurrying away. “Shit, (Y/N).”
You shake your head, grabbing the lighter again, ignoring the pain in your stomach.
“Eddie, if I say run, run, okay?!” You said, clutching the Molotov with you as you tried to see if the lighter worked. “What about you?!”
“I’ll follow, I’ll throw these at them, hope to God it works, and when they scatter, we run, run as fast as we can to that house, okay?” You instructed, pointing at a much stable house not far away from where the two of you were as you hissed in pain. Eddie nods. “Do it! I’m getting sick of these bastards!”
You crouched, your thumb striking the lighter. It sparked, yet there was no flame. You tried again, nothing. “Hurry up, (Y/N)!” Eddie hollers.
“Fuck, give me a second!” You struggled, repeatedly striking your thumb onto the spark wheel. You were slowly getting frustrated, it didn’t help that you were also losing blood by the second. “Oh why won’t you fucking wo-“ You strike it again finally, there was a flame.
“Hah! Hah, oh my god.” You breathe in relief, immediately sticking the lighter to the towel. “Okay, get ready!” You said to Eddie. “Yep, come on!” He shouts.
“Come and get this!” You shout in anger, standing up and throwing it at them. Everything suddenly glowed a bright orange as the fire spread throughout the bats as they let out pained screeches. Then they scattered, avoiding the fire yet some were too late. Eddie watched as every bat that flew were either catching on fire or dropping to the ground. You sling your bag back on, absentmindedly grabbing Eddie’s hand. “Come on!” You tugged him as the two of you ran towards the target house.
“Jesus Christ that was…!” Eddie exclaims as the both of you ran. Your leg and stomach stung from the bite, leading you to tighten the grip on his hand a little bit as you lightly tripped, mind getting hazy. “(Y/N)? Come on, come on, I got you.” You hear Eddie says as he pulls you to stand again as the two continued to run.
Reaching the house, you scrambled to find a window that wasn’t covered by the vines. When you did, you slid it open, whimpering in pain as the wall grazed your stomach. Pushing yourself into the house, you landed in a thud. Eddie followed, once the two of you were in safely, he shuts the window and slides the curtains on.
The two of you sat against the wall, panting and whimpering heavily. Your lip quivering as the both of you narrowly escaped death. Letting out a shaky breath, you threw your head back and closed your eyes. Hoping the bats were burning, suffering. Your head pounded as your vision seemed to spin even with your eyes closed.
“Fuck me…” You hear Eddie say from beside you. “I- I thought- I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” He groans, looking down at his bloodstained shirt, wounds on his stomach hurting. Everything felt numb, every slight movement you make sent a jolt of pain throughout your wounds.
You laugh dryly, “You’re stupid for thinking that,” you breathe in. “I couldn’t let you.” You said, opening your eyes, looking at him.
He looks at you. “Why?”
You chuckle. “You have so much to live for, Eddie Munson. And I did promise you we’ll help in clearing your name, right?”
Eddie looks at you, there was silence between the two of you as the distant sounds of the demobats hurting sounded in the background. You stayed looking at each other. “Uh, thank you.” Eddie breaks the silence, looking down at his wounds and shaking his head as he lifted his shirt. “This is going to be one hell of a scar.”
“Believe me.”
The two of you went silent again, deciding to find a first-aid kit. Wanting to patch up the larger wounds that you and Eddie sustained. Thanks to the house you were in, there was indeed a first-aid kit laying around in the bathroom.
As you sat in the living room, avoiding the vines, you had patched up your wounds and now you were patching up Eddie’s.
He watched as your hands worked, he was biting down on his leather jacket to keep himself from screaming, only letting out little grunts as you disinfected the area, applying the gauze.
“I’ve noticed,” You began, Eddie breathes out as you left your own finishing touches. “Dustin really looks up to you, huh?” You asked as you finished patching his wound. “That kid…yeah, yeah, I guess he does.” Eddie said. “He’s a great kid, I promise you. You should’ve seen him together with Steve.” You laughed at the duo, but your smile turned into a thin line at the mention of Steve. Eddie tensed.
You shake your head. “Anyway, I’m done.” You smiled at him, moving away to let him see. Eddie’s hands reached towards his stomach. “Thank you.” Pulling his stained shirt down, he sighs. “You think their dead?” Eddie said, referring to the demobats. “I sure hope so.”
“We’re stuck here, then?” Eddie asked. “Looks like it, doesn’t hurt to wait a couple more hours…” You answered. He nods. Minutes felt like hours as you waited.
But then the sounds of something dropping was heard, a couple, actually. You and Eddie looked at each other. “What was that?” You asked, before he could answer, you were already standing up, sliding the curtain a few inches away so you could peek through the window.
“Holy shit.” You said.
“What? What happened? What is it? (Y/N)- (Y/N)!” Eddie frustratedly says as you unlocked the door, opening it. Eddie rushes to stand, clutching his stomach. “(Y/N)!” He whisper shouted, stepping out and walking towards you.
“Look.” You spoke. He obeys, looking around he spots the mass of demobats on the ground, dead.
“What the hell?” Eddie mutters. “You think they got Vecna?” You asked, hopeful.
“Seems like it.” Eddie said, not believing the sight in front of him before looking at you. “Should we go…back?”
You debated, things looked clear so far. “Yeah, let’s go back…just be careful.” You said. Eddie does back in the house to retrieve the spear along with the shield. You slung your bag over your shoulder.
“Ready?” You asked him. “Ready.” He replies, both of you started walking away, looking at all the demobat, some were burnt to a crisp while the others just looked to have dropped dead. The smell wasn’t great either as it had you and Eddie scrunching your noses.
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Returning to Eddie’s trailer, the two of you sat on the ground, breathing heavily. Then there was a loud thud and a groan. You and Eddie snapped your gaze inside.
“Ah, shit, that hurts.” Dustin was there.
“Henderson! I thought I told you-“
“(Y/N)! Eddie!” At the sound of your voice, Dustin’s head perks up, scrambling to get on his feet. “(Y/N)! Eddie! Oh, thank god it’s really you!” Dustin ran to the two of you, and in an instant, he bends down to hug the both of you tightly. “Op, op, op. easy there Henderson.” Eddie breathes out. You smiled, hugging Dustin back, but the closed space between you and Eddie made you feel something. Dustin pulls away, his smile bigger than before. “And you- Eddie, I didn’t like what you did earlier.” Dustin scolded him.
“To be honest, man, I didn’t either,” Eddie chuckled. “Thankfully, (Y/N) here came to my aid, thought we’re both going to be the main course of those assholes.” Eddie shows his patched up wound along with pointing at yours.
“Shit...” Dustin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Yeah, shit.” You reply.
“You guys just about had me into having a full-blown heart attack back there.” Dustin sighs. “I’m glad you two are safe. And by the sounds of it, I think the other three are too.”
Letting out a breath, somewhere in you was relieved to find out that Steve was alright. He made it.
“Guys!” You heard someone shout from the distance. “Robin!” Dustin shouts back as you saw the trio making their way towards Eddie’s trailer. You and Eddie stood up, meeting them halfway. “How did it go?” You asked. “…He’s…” Robin trailed off.
“He disappeared.” Nancy said. “Wait what?” Dustin said. “How?”
“I don’t get it either, we burnt and shot his ass back there then he got thrown off the window, when we went to see him, he was gone.” Steve explained.
Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud booming noise, familiar to a clock chime. Vecna.
All of you looked at each other, this could only mean three things.
Vecna got Max. Four deaths. The last gate has been opened.
The ground beneath you rumbled as you braced yourself. “What the hell is happening now?!” Eddie exclaimed. “Get away, look!” Nancy said as bleaks of red through Eddie’s trailer glowed, his trailer cracked, the ground separating.
Losing your balance, your first thought was to grab somebody closest to you, that someone being Eddie. You backed away, pulling him with you as the ground shook immensely, sending you both to the ground as Dustin ran to take cover.
Eddie wrapped his arms around you as your face nestled on the crook of his neck, holding you tightly as the earthquake ceased.
Once it was over, you slowly pulled away from him, staring up into his eyes. “You alright?” He asked. “Yeah… sorry.” You apologize, sitting up when he lets you go. “Don’t be.” You caught him say before Steve spoke. “Everyone alright?”
“We’re good, man.” Eddie said as Dustin nodded.
“Guys… that doesn’t look too good.” Robin said, pointing at the reason for the earthquake. It stretched as far as all of you could see. No doubt it had already caused a massive damage in Hawkins.
“Oh man.” Dustin said.
The rest planned on how to get out of here now that there were massive gates connected to each other. You suddenly felt overwhelmed seeing Steve. You breathe out, stepping away from the scene, walking a few feet away. It dawned on you that all of you weren’t going to be experiencing things the same way now that the gates were complete. You held your head in your hands as you closed your eyes.
“Feeling any better?”
“No, honestly not. I feel like shit.”
Hearing them chuckle made you realize that it was Eddie, guess Steve still didn’t have the courage to face you, nor that he even planned to. And somehow, you find yourself being okay with that. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe even he deserved to move on.
“When I come back there…do you think they’d still be chasing me with pitchforks and torches?” Eddie wondered, standing beside you. You laugh. “Hope not, look, if they do, I promise I’ll be the first one to defend you.”
Eddie turns a slight shade of red at that, would you really?
“Like, I guess I’ll chase them down too, with or without my crossbow.” You added. Eddie laughs. “Thank you, that means…a lot.”
“You said it yourself, right? Whatever happens, there’s no more retreating from Eddie the Banished.” Acting it out dramatically.
Eddie plays along, raising his fist to meet yours in a fist bump.
“No more.”
And that night signified a new blossoming relationship between you and Eddie. A friendship that Eddie hoped would soon become more as he wanted to get to know the real you better than anyone else can.
“Through thick and thin?” You asked. “Through hell and back.” Eddie said as the two of you turn back towards the rest of the team, planning your next move.
Earlier as you and Eddie engaged in conversation, Steve found his chest aching, not from the battle, but instead because of you. He watched as you smiled and laughed with Eddie. Steve knew he no longer stood a chance, he hated himself for letting someone like you slip off his fingers so easily. A sigh escapes his lips, looking down on the ground as Nancy, Robin, and Dustin talked.
There was nothing he could do to get you back. He wished there was, but what could he do? The damage was done. You were about to move on when he wished you wouldn’t. But how could he stop you when he hasn’t moved on himself?
Whatever happens now, Steve promised himself that as long as you were happy, he was happy. Even if it meant to hurt like hell.
ALTERNATE STEVE ENDING
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@brilcrist created this lovely art depicting a scene from my fic!
My Heart Will Be Your Home by dr_girlfriend
Excerpt:
That is … definitely a guy fighting with a bow and arrow. He’s tall and blond — could probably pass for Steve at a distance, but maybe even a touch taller and built a bit leaner — wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a fancy-looking recurve bow in his hand and a quiver strapped slantways across his back. He’s got his back to a giant maple tree, and is firing arrows in a blur of motion while ducking lasers from the bots. These ones look a little like the Daleks from that show Tony and Bruce love — vaguely conical and stumpy, with what seems to be a single laser on each.
“Why ain’t he gettin’ up in that tree?” Bucky wonders aloud, revving through the preserve. “It’s a better tactical position.” He’s starting to see scattered bots now, and he slaloms a course through them, swinging his metal arm and sending them flying as he zooms by.
“Not everyone has sniper training,” Sam suggests. “He’s probably just some archery hobbyist, or something. Probably doesn’t know the first damn thing about fighting.”
A bot has gotten close up on the guy’s flank, and he seems to realize just in time. He somersaults sideways, coming up with an arrow in his hand and jamming it directly into the bot’s side just as a shot from Redwing finishes it off.
“I don’t know about that,” Steve says dryly. “Seems to be doing pretty good to me. Either way, we’re almost on him; Bucky, I’ll take the right side, you take the left.”
“Copy.” There’s a line of bots advancing on the guy and Bucky pulls up with a sharp twist, planting his left foot and letting the rear of the bike skid sideways so that the back wheel takes out the bots like a row of dominoes.
Out of the corner of his eye Bucky sees Steve hurtle over the handlebars of his own motorcycle and yeet the whole damn thing at a cluster of bots. No finesse, that guy.
Bucky jumps off his bike, swinging at the bots closest to him. He’s just about dealt with that cluster and is only a few paces away from the archer when the guy’s eyes widen. He lunges toward Bucky, pushing him aside just as one of the bots on the ground fires.
The man yelps and staggers, pressing a hand to his side.
“What kind of idiot are you?” Bucky growls, pulling the man back and putting his own body between him and the bot. “Let me take the hits!”
A furrow appears between the man’s brows, his mouth gaping for a moment, and then he seems to shake it off, nocking another arrow and loosing it. It skims so close to Bucky’s face that it stirs his hair, and Bucky whirls to see another bot was sneaking up on him.
“Jesus, these things are everywhere,” Bucky complains, drawing his Glock and firing, taking out the laser of the one on the ground.
“There’s a weak spot in the armor plating on the left side,” the man yells.
Time seems to stop for a moment, Bucky’s heart stuttering and then kicking into overdrive. The air around him suddenly seems crystal clear — Bucky can see every individual leaf on every tree, can hear the sighing of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, the whirring of the bots and the heartbeat and panting breaths of the guy as he ducks another laser.
“Bucky, did he —” Steve starts over the comm.
“Not now, Stevie,” Bucky manages. He shakes off his shock and forcibly shoves the revelation to the back of his mind in order to focus on the task at hand. Time seems to lurch back into a normal speed and Bucky concentrates on blocking the man from the line of fire of the largest cluster of approaching bots.
“I’ll make an opening, you run for it,” he shouts.
“I’m not leaving,” the man shouts back. Jesus christ, another vigilante-wannabe. They’re coming out of the woodwork these days. Was this guy even in the park when all this started, or did he come looking for a fight?
“Watch your back,” Bucky instructs with a mental shrug, and then there’s no more time for words, the two of them fighting fiercely against the oncoming wave of bots.
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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓
“Can’t you just— can’t you just go?” “I’m not leaving you alone until you’re okay.”
with stevie? bc i know my ass would say some dumb shit to push him away just to see if he’d choose to stay🫣🥺
ily hunny!!!
who could stay?
pairing: steve harrington x f!reader
word count: 700+
warnings: nothing rlly, steve comforting u, reader having a bad day anndd just some fluff! a little kiss, and VV cheesy!
a/n: kait you're so real for this and this prompt is just so arghhh and cute i wanna d word i love steve sm and i def feel u bc i would so do this and i hope i did it justice bb ily <33 also i listened to the archer when writing this it is heavily inspired by it lmao💗😭
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you never knew what came over you when you were upset, ready to push away anything and anyone, at the expense of your own happiness.
you knew you didn't want to be alone, you knew you wanted someone to be there for you, comforting you, taking care of you.
but you couldn't help but push everyone away, just to see if they would see through you, if they could see through the cold front you put up, just to see if they would stay, even when you asked them to leave.
"'m fine..." you muttered, your eyes glossy as you avoided his, steve was gentle with how he treated you, sat next to you as his knees softly brushed against yours, his hand comfortingly placed on your thighs for reassurance.
he shook his head, he didn't believe you, he knew something was wrong, he knew something had upset you, and he wasn't going to leave until he was sure everything was okay.
he studied your face, taking all of your features in, his mind fuzzy with how beautiful you were, and worry took over him as he saw how your face soured and fell, he wanted to be there for you.
"you don't look fine, sweetheart." his voice was dipped in honey, ever so sweet and the nickname was enough to have your heart pounding out of your chest, but you didn't want him to see you like this, you didn't want to break down in front of him.
"you don't have to worry about it." your voice was cold, tone barely audible, but steve didn't mind.
and you hated that he didn't mind it, you didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to ruin him with your own fucked up mind, you had a lot of bad days and you never wanted to drag him down with you, he deserved better than that, he didn't deserve to be sucked up in your own darkness.
"honey..." his hand was quick to caress your cheeks, "are you kidding me?" his tone was mellow as his finger tips gently grazed against your chin, lifting up to make you face him.
his dreamy eyes met your glossy ones, his brows furrowed with worry as he saw your bottom lip jutting out, smudged mascara and your puffy nose giving you away.
his heart ached at the sight of you, he wanted to help you, make you feel seen, take care of you.
"i will always worry about you, sweetheart." you winced when he said that, even though his words were warming your heart, you didn't want him to go through your pain.
"i don't want you to." your tone was avoidant, your eyes were anything but, you were wishing he could pick up on it, wishing he could see how hurt you were, but the words that escaped your lips wanted to push him away.
"can't you just..." you tried to stop your words, you knew the last thing you wanted was for him to leave, you wanted him to stay more than anything, but you didn't know how to ask for help.
"can't you just leave." you faced away from him, harshly, and steve's stomach twisted with how you were acting, he knew you didn't mean it, he knew you needed him, he saw right through you, even though you didn't realize it.
you expected him to leave you, you expected him to sigh at your stand off-ish attitude, leaving you all alone.
what you didn't expect was, "no." leaving steve's pouty lips as he shook his head at you. "i'm not leaving you alone, not until you're okay." his gaze was sympathetic, his tone soft and hands squeezing yours in a comforting manner.
"i'll be silent if you need me to, but i'm not leaving you alone, you're trying to push me away, but i won't let you, not until i know you are okay." his brows furrowed in worry again, not blinking as he observed you.
you couldn't help the small smile your lips twitched into, beaming at the fact that steve had chosen to stay, that steve didn't leave you alone. he saw you.
you couldn't help the sobs that escaped your lips, so raw and gut-wrenching that steve immediately wrapped his arms around you, his heart aching with sympathy as he engulfed you with his warmth.
you embraced him, and you let him take care of you, "thank you, stevie." you murmured into his chest between your sobs, he understood you in a way no one could.
"anything for you, honey." his touch was tender as he pressed kisses into your hair, telling you everything he loved about you as he murmured affections into your hair.
his sickly sweet tone and his comforting grip on you making you realize that, steve was there for you, always.
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The Archer
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!super solider!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky spend your last night in Louisiana together.
Warnings: Cuddling, kissing, Bucky and the reader being internally reflective, mentions of the reader and Bucky being involved with HYDRA in the past + their trauma, nightmares and insecurities, the reader tears up once, Bucky startles the reader once
Word Count: 1.7k
a/n: lol i kinda hate this but i hope y’all like it anyway! also, this is sort of based off of the archer by taylor swift. :)
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Currently, you were sat under a large, beautiful peach tree in the backyard of Sarah’s Louisiana home. You had spent most of your last day here soaking in the sun and occasionally going swimming with Bucky in a nearby lake, knowing that you wouldn’t have that time to relax as much when you, Bucky and Sam got back to New York.
And while you sat under that tree, you thought about Bucky, as you often did. Before him, you had never quite felt like you had belonged anywhere, even amongst the Avengers. But then he appeared in the compounds living room, he looked into your eyes and you felt understood and seen for once in your life.
Like everyone else, you were aware of what Bucky had been through and you had to admit, it made you feel a bit less alone to know that someone else had faced the same horrors that you did when HYDRA had you. You understood each other more than anyone else on the team — even Steve — which only made you fall incredibly fast for him while the two of you got to know each other.
“Doll?” Bucky quietly said as he stood next to where you were sitting under the tree, — so quiet that you probably wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t a super soldier too — gently bringing you out of your reflective thoughts.
You blinked a few times then looked up at him, a smile instantly rolling out across your lips the second your eyes met his own. You were happy to see him as you had started to wonder not too long ago where he had disappeared to.
He then revealed to you the small box he had been hiding behind his back, making your smile even brighter once you had quickly read the words on the packaging.
When helping Sam clean out the Wilson family boat, he had found a hammock Sam had stored there a few years ago and forgot to actually use. Sam had happily agreed to let Bucky take it when he asked, knowing that the two of you would probably get more use out of it.
Ever since you and Bucky had become a couple, Sam watched as the years of pain and guilt disappeared from your faces and eyes while light and happiness reappeared. His two closest friends were finally at peace and he’d always be there for both of you whenever you needed something.
You then sat up a little more and watched Bucky with admiration in your eyes while he grabbed the tools he had gotten from Sam’s tool box and began to set up the hammock on the tree. And you couldn’t be more excited for him to finish setting it up, only wanting to cuddle with your lover as the sun set and the stars eventually came out.
Neither you nor Bucky felt the need to talk a lot whenever you were around each other, always feeling comfortable enough with each other to just let silence take over for a while. HYDRA had taken away both of your needs to be talkative long ago after all.
Once he had finished setting up the hammock on the tree you had been sitting underneath, you stood next to him as he laid down in it, crossing his feet at the ankle once he got comfortable. And as you stood there, you admired him a bit more. He was such a handsome man inside and out and you still couldn’t believe that he was actually yours.
And while you were admiring him, Bucky slowly reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, swiftly pulling you into the hammock with him. You let out a gasp that quickly turned into a lovesick grin while you got used to being in the large piece of fabric.
While you got used to the feeling of being in a hammock, you let your body relax on top of Bucky’s and you laid your head down on his chest. And once you had stopped moving, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist once more and held you close to him.
You placed your right hand on his chest, right over his heart, the other resting next to your bodies. Your eyes trailed up from the collar of his shirt, to his neck, to his jaw where you placed a soft kiss as your eyes finally met his. “I love you, Bucky.” you softly told him, words for only him to hear as you then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and you let your eyelids droop a little.
He softly smiled down at you, “I love you more, doll.” he replied with a kiss to one of your temples, causing a fluttery feeling to bloom in your chest.
Bucky began to do some reflecting of his own as you put your head back down on his chest and continued to cuddle with him. Before you had come into his life, he never thought it would be possible for him to ever feel happiness or love ever again.
When Steve had first brought him to the compound and he had thought about his newfound freedom, he easily convinced himself that no one would ever want him after finding out about what he was forced to do. Then he walked into the compounds living room and his eyes met yours for the first time while you sat on the couch, somehow making him feel understood without you saying a single word to him.
Steve had told him about you on the drive there because you and Bucky had been through similar things because of HYDRA. Steve even arranged for your rooms to be right next to each other because he thought it would be good for Bucky to be close to someone who understood every part of what he was dealing with.
And in that moment as he stared into your eyes, he knew that was the birth of something beautiful between you two. Or at least that’s what he hoped.
Once the two of you had truly gotten to know each other in the months following the first time you met, Bucky knew that he had finally found someone who truly understood him and loved them the way he wanted to.
This time it was your turn to pull Bucky out of his thoughts. So you sat up and pressed a soft kiss to Bucky’s lips as you held his face in your right hand, the stubble on the lower half of his face tickling the palm of your hand a little bit.
Immediately after you had brought him back to you, you quietly spoke to him again, “Hey. Where did you go?” you asked him as you looked into his eyes, butterflies appearing in your stomach as you saw that love sick look in his eyes reappear whenever he looked at you.
He closed his eyes and let his head lull to the side a little while he smiled. He then brought your body closer to his once again, “I was just thinking about you.” he answered, making another bright smile appear on your face as a love sick look reappeared in your own eyes.
“You were?” you asked him in response, both of your eyebrows raised, still feeling a bit flustered because of the things he says to you even after all of the years you’ve known him.
He nodded then spoke again, “Yes, I always think about you, doll. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about you, how much I love you and how grateful I am for you.” he told you, causing tears to start pricking at your eyes and you to press your face into Bucky’s chest.
“I love you so, so much, Bucky. You have no idea.” you said as you slowly lifted your head again just a few moments later, leaving a couple wet spots behind on Bucky’s shirt from where your eyes had been. “Oh, but I do. I see the way you look at me, doll.” he teased, making you chuckle a little.
He then cupped your face in both of his hands and pressed a few passionate kisses to your lips, his way of expressing all the love he has for you. Which you easily understood as he wasn’t been the best with words.
As for the rest of the evening, the two of you remained in the hammock, cuddling and sweetly kissing each other every once in a while. You felt like you could spend the rest of your life here in Bucky’s comforting arms. But you knew that your jobs would never allow that, so you tried to relish in your time spent together for now.
And while you laid there, you both thought about how for years you had trouble believing that anyone would want to stay with you if they found out what you had been forced to do. Then as if the universe had been listening to the way you both had been hurting, you walked right into each others lives.
You both had been the archer and the prey during your lifetimes and had truly felt undeserving of love after what you had been forced to do. But none of that mattered anymore now that you had Bucky and he had you. You would always stay by each others side, never letting anything rip you away from the other person.
And as if Bucky could read you like a book, he spoke and pulled you out of your reflective thoughts again, “I’m here, right here.” he whispered into your ear, comforting you while he gently stroked your back.
But you already knew that Bucky was there for you because he had proved the honesty behind that statement time and time again. Even after your own nightmares and while you healed through your own trauma, he had shown you that he would always be here.
You had done the same for Bucky since the day you two became close. And you would always be grateful for the fact that you had gone to check on him after hearing him have a nightmare during his first night at the compound.
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I Just Feel You (W.M)
Avenger Fem Reader x Wanda Maximoff
Summary: When things go downhill after a mission but revelations arise.
Warning: hurt/comfort. pain description. Let me know if i miss anything.
A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from 2 requests combined. I tried to write it as short and fast as i can but turns out it wasnt that easy. hahaha. I didn't really proof read this fic so i'm sure there'll be some errors in it. Thank u @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming. Thank u my curious george anon for the summary line. :D Thank you @stonemags for helping me checking and give me some corrections. These are the requests for this fic. Happy reading!
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The snow surrounding is mostly untouched. The further it is and the higher it is up to the mountain, it looks all perfectly sparkling white. Silence dominates the air.
That was a little while ago, before you and your Avengers team mates came to attack one of Hydra secret labs and warehouses and the fight has been on for a while.
The sounds of gunshots, the screaming Hydra's army try to fight all of you and even some explosions are now breaking the silence.
“Okay, we already got all the vibranium they have here. Everybody try to get back to the jet now.” Steve instructs everybody through the comms.
“I still need to go into their computer system in the north building to hack the bomb that they set in Sokovia's main city.” Stark explained as he flies in the air at high speed.
"What about the detonator? One of Strucker's guys has it and he's running away with it to the east side." Natasha reminds everybody followed by a grunt as she fights the enemies in front of her.
"Somebody needs to get him before they blow it as their plan." The blonde super soldier directs his thoughts in the middle of throwing his shield at the gunman who tries to shoot him. “I can go to where the detonator at as soon as I’m done moving the vibranium to the jet. “ Pietro offers his help as he runs super speed, knocking down three more Strucker’s guards.
“Y/n, why don’t you teleport there?” Yelena mentioned.
“I got Strucker locked in my target. I’m ready, Cap.” Clint informs through the com while pulling his arrow back and ready to shoot as he waits for his cue on the west part.
“Yelena’s right. I can teleport to get the detonator. I’m almost done with this big guy here.” You agreed and fought the last tough enemy you got in your assigned part of the building.
“No, y/n. Your power is new, you don’t have the control on teleporting where you want to go yet.” your girlfriend reminds you about your new power.
“No, don’t worry, Wands. I have been practicing with Yelena and I have been controlling it pretty good.” you disagree. “Y/n, don’t listen to my sister. Listen to your girlfriend.” Natasha backs up her best friend, Wanda.
“Y/n, don’t do it. I will fly to him now.” Wanda tries to leave you no room to argue no more.
“Wanda’s right, y/n.” Tony sided with your girlfriend as well and just like that, the comms line gets chaotic with the team agreeing and disagreeing with the plan while fighting whoever comes in front of them, kicking their ass.
“Trust me, y/n has been doing good. It’s about time to try it in the real field. What worse can happen right?” Yelena expresses her support for you.
“She can get hurt! Y/n, you better not do it!” Wanda warns you in a stern tone this time.
“Cap, what do you wanna do with this bastard? A helicopter just landed, he’s running away. Shoot him now?” The archer asks once more. Your and your teammates' voices overlap each other.
“Yeah, shoot him.” Steve answers.
“I’m gonna do it now.” you decide despite Wanda’s warning.
Clint let go the arrow, targeted the running Strucker and just like Wanda said, you showed up in the opposite direction you wanted.
You gasp as you feel Clint’s arrow force through your upper abdomen near your ribs, luckily the new technology on your suit managed to block his arrow before it hits your vital organ. It was impressive but it hurts you good. “Wait, y/n! What the hell just happened?! Clint asks in such shock and confusion of what he saw from the top of the hill.
"I just got hit by your arrow, Clint. Fuck! That hurts." You tried to get up but you couldn't.
Confident that none of the Avengers are close enough to get him now, Strucker noticed what happened and looked down at the wounded you now. “Ah, I remember you. You finally got your power. Teleporting, not bad. I’ll come back for you, to finish what I started on you.”
His heavy voice in a malicious evil tone made its way to be heard by you causing fear to show up out of nowhere in you. Your body starts to shake a little and you feel colder than a few seconds ago. Your legs weakened from your trauma. Vivid images of memories flash rapidly, sending shivers to your bones. You were one of Hydra’s experiments before The Avengers saved you and recruited you to join them.
The wound makes it hard for you to move and all you can do is respond to him in agony. “No, you won’t! We will get your ass, Strucker! And stop you from doing more experiments on those poor people, you son of a bitch!”
“Can anybody go where they are? Clint, can’t you shoot more arrows?” Tony talks in concern.
“That was my last one.”
“I’ll take care of y/n.” The Maximoff twins said the same things at once.
Strucker didn’t say anything else and walked away shortly after he left with a confident smirk on his face to get onto the helicopter.
Pietro and Wanda came at the same time but too bad Strucker got away.
You hear a thud as Wanda lands. "Detka, what were you thinking?? You are hurt now." She sounds upset as she leans to you to check your wound.
"Hey, Wands. I'm okay. Don't worry. Ouch!" You replied as you flinched when the red magic tendrils wrap you and lift you up.
"Come on, ya goose. We gotta make sure you are okay before my sister gets mad at you." the silver haired twin teases you, knowing how angry Wanda is right now. He knows how protective and possessive she is of you.
"Love, are you mad at me?" You ask as you are floating into the quinjet as everybody else is already waiting in silence, they know better not to say anything when Wanda is furious.
“Not now, Y/n. We’ll get you first aid at the compound first, then I’ll talk to you.” Flat yet irritated was the red haired witch’s tone. You can see Natasha hit her sister’s arm as soon as she tries to talk to avoid more tension that she caused earlier.
“We’ll be at the compound soon in less than an hour.” Clint announced.
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Big thanks to Stark’s technology inventions, your wound will get better faster than usual. Wanda walks out of the meds room as soon as you are done and scurries to your shared bedroom. You try to catch up with her steps. “Wands, are you mad? You didn’t say a word to me the whole flight back” She ignores your question and keeps walking. You keep following her.
As soon as she walks into the bedroom, she slams the door before you even get the chance to get in. You open the door and walk in. “Seriously? Slamming the door? What’s your problem, Wanda? What did I do?”
She turns around to you and glares at you before she finally breaks her silence. “What the hell were you thinking?! Teleported when you can’t control it yet! You could’ve died, y/n!”
”But I didn’t, did I?” Trying to loosen up the tension, you joke around a little bit but oh boy you realized it was not the smartest thing to do right now. Wanda’s annoyance flares and she simmers with anger. “You seriously did not just say that, y/n! Argh! You never take anything serious, don't you? You don't take me seriously, or our relationship or even your life! I thought you would change but I was wrong." she snapped. Her voice started to raise. Her heart pounding and her muscles quivering.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where the hell did all of that come from? I don’t take you seriously? And our relationship? Wands, I’m committed to you. You said that you thought I would change? change to what? You never mention anything about this. You are all over the place now babe.” You responded as confusion showed up in your face.
“Oh don’t you babe me, y/n! I’m not all over the place!” Wanda refuses your words after stopping herself from walking back and forth. Tension is for sure escalated.
“Oh yes you are. First you didn’t talk to me in the quinjet, then you got mad because I was being reckless in the mission and then about me not being serious and never changing? What the hell?!” you added.
"You are childish, y/n. You know that, everybody knows that. " Wanda keeps arguing back at you. Rage bottled up inside her.
"I am younger than you but I'm not childish! What did you mean everybody knows that?" You deny her upsetting words wholeheartedly. "Well, if you weren't childish, you would’ve not listened to Yelena and teleported then get shot with Barton’s arrow! You always put your life in danger! You didn’t care about yourself or me.” Both you and Wanda start to yell at each other.
Anger clouded the two of you and mixed feelings slowly built up. “Always?” You genuinely ask but to Wanda, it’s like gasoline to her fire of rage.
“Yes! Always. You seriously forgot you almost got killed when you tried to kill the giant alien by yourself just so you can win your stupid bet with Yelena?! You know what, y/n, I’m dating you but I feel like I’m more babysitting you and I’m sick of it! I can't do this anymore." Wanda rambles in frustration as both her hands shoves her hair back off her face.
Your heart drops when you hear the last words she said. Tears start to pool in your eyes but you try hard to keep it in and swallow the lump in the back of your throat. "W-what did you mean? Are you breaking up with me?"
This time it was Wanda's stomach turn to churn hearing your question. She is as speechless as you are and doesn't know how to answer you but unfortunately, her silence was enough for you. WIthout saying a word, you walk away from you and proceed to pack your backpack.
The now bewildered Sokovian twin looks at you and asks “Y/n, what are you doing? Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but here. Apparently, you need some time to think and so am I. I’m going for a walk. Do not wait up.” You answered with a shaky tone, avoiding any possible eye contact to happen as you pick your pace filling up your backpack with your clothes and belongings.
"Do not wait up? So you are not coming home? Where are you going to stay tonight? Y/n, don’t go." Wanda rambles her questions while trying to hold back her tears and anger at the same time..
"Natasha is staying at her parents house. So I'll stay there and hang out to clear my mind." You answered and in a split second, it turns Wanda’s sadness back to anger again.
"Oh I see. Yelena is there too. That's why you are going there tonight, right?" Another accusation forcing its way out through Wanda's words.
"What are you talking about? I'm going there to think and talk with my best friend, Nat and also for you to have your space to rethink what you just said. I'm starting to think, what is the main issue here? Is it about you being overprotected, about me being childish, or what?"
You wait for her answer but Wanda’s lips are shut. She refused to say what her main issue was. “I guess we both really need some time to calm down so we can discuss this together.” You quickly turn your head away from her so she wouldn’t see your tears and with heavy footsteps you leave Wanda alone.
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The next morning, Wanda looks for you as soon as she wakes up. She rushes to any room in the compound yet she has no luck in finding you.
Her steps bring her to the dining room, hoping that you are there having breakfast with the other teammates like usual. She catches the two Russian sisters in her eyesight instead of you. Her heart shakes and her stomach churns. Her instinct tells her something is not right.
“Nat, where is y/n?” puzzled yet alarmed, the brunette Avengers asks the redhead.
“I don’t know. Why? Didn’t you two go to your room together after we got back last night? Wands, is everything okay?” Natasha answers in perplexion. Her eyebrows furrowed.
“We uh had some argument last night and she said she needs space to think so she told me she was going to your parent’s place last night because you were there.” Wanda explains while avoiding eye contact with Yelena. Her throat feels thickened.
“No, I didn’t get any text or call from her and she didn’t come to see me either.” concern starts to rise inside both Natasha and Wanda.
“That’s weird, she didn’t answer my text last night and this morning. Did you try to call her yet?” Yelena chimes in.
A quick deep glare from Wanda goes straight to Yelena. “I’m still not talking with you because of yesterday.” Wanda responds coldly.
“Wait, what–” Yelena quickly questioned Wanda’s statement but was interrupted by Natasha right away. Natasha understands her best friend's reasoning on getting mad at Yelena.
“I’ll inform the others to start searching for her. Something is off.” Wanda nods at the idea as three of them get up and start doing what they know what should do next.
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Like an hourglass that is almost running out of its sand in it, the hours of the day are almost over. All the Avengers have been doing their part to find you but they still got no luck until this second. Wanda has been worried sick. Tony has been doing the best he can to hack anything he could to track you.
“Barton, did you find anything?” Steve asks Clint from the comm who is looking for you from an aerial view in the helicopter. “None, Captain.” Clint answers right away.
“I’m sure it’s all Hydra’s doing. Clint told me that Strucker talked to her before he ran away that day.” Wanda lets out her thoughts, her eyes red from crying for you.
“Not to mention she was one of his experiments.” Natasha added.
“Why doesn’t she at least try to teleport?” Yelena asks genuinely in confusion and gets another sharp stare from Wanda, as sharp as a dagger.
“Strucker probably use this thing that can block our power or weaken it if it’s put on around our neck. They put them on Wanda and I before and trust me, that thing hurts a lot..” The speedster Maximoff twins explains as he recalls the traumatic past of theirs.
“Then it will be hard to find her, we gotta hurry up so we won’t be too late.” Iron Man adds with a concerned tone.
Everybody forces their brain to think so they can find a way to get you back. Silence roaming around at the compound, Wanda’s heart wrenched and her body leaden. She keeps thinking and thinking but then she remembers one thing. One thing that only you and Wanda know about.
“I know a way to find her. I will try to telepathically communicate with her.” Wanda breaks the silence and everybody turns their heads to her instantly.
“Y/n can telepath?” The blonde captain asks.
“She has telepathy power this whole time and she didn't tell us?” The Stark company CEO looks surprised.
“We weren’t sure if it was a new power she developed or not. We thought it was more of a connection we have. She didn’t want to tell everybody until she was sure and knew how to use it.” Wanda backs you up with her response as tears roll down on her cheeks..
“Boys, that’s totally understandable. I’m sure she would eventually tell us about it. Now, Wanda, can you try it now? Try to feel, or talk to her or whatever you can do with it? We need it, to save your girlfriend.” Natasha endeavors in cutting the conversation short, leading them to focus on the most important thing. Her green eyes locked with Wanda’s as she holds the side of Wanda’s arms and tells her to start trying to feel or sense where you are at but mostly, if you are still alive.
With that, the brunette witch nods and she closes her eyes, focusing her mind on you.
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You were woken up with a huge splash of ice cold water to your face and a heavy voice startled you at the same time.
“Wake up! You call yourself an Avengers but you keep passing out and can’t handle the pain?” A mocking laugh and tone echoes. You slowly open your eyes, your vision is blurred as your eyes are adjusting with the bright light from the lamp above you.
Intense aching claws every single of your nerves. You flinch from the pain on your neck when you move your head to look around. You realized you are still at the same dark underground facility with the last time you were at. You have lost count how many times you passed out from the torment you are experiencing in just one night.
You are still sitting on a chair with your wrists and ankles are all tied up to it. You weakly try to get yourself out of it but it was all in vain.
“Let me go!” You demand with the last bit of the energy you have left. Your lungs painfully try to get some air for your whole body. A mix of blood, sweat and water flows from your head and rolls over your face.
“I told you, I will come back for you.” A familiar bone chilling male voice with a thick accent made its way to be heard. You know whose it is. All the coldness in the air wakes every little hair on your skin, the smells around you, the stinging pain forcing most of your pores and Strucker’s voice definitely takes the role as if it’s a time machine that brings you back to your traumatic life history.
“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You grunt in agony.
“You and your power. I made you, I gave you the power you have now so you will serve Hydra but you joined the Avengers instead and that pissed me off!.” a hard slap lands on your cheek and jaws.
You spit the blood from your busted lips. With the last drop of vigor you have in you, you try to teleport but shortly you scream in such agitation from the collar electrocutes your neck and you hear Strucker’s maniac laugh as if he is enjoying what he sees and hears.
“Aw, where are you trying to teleport? You can’t run away from me again.This collar can prevent you from using your power.” A fake sympathy wrapped with a mocking tone flows between his words.
The tall man turns his back on you and yells a command in a foreign language you don’t understand and shortly after that, you are injected with a substance that brings out a lot more affliction in your body.
In a split second, your whole life flashes in front of you. Your sad childhood, your painful past after Hydra kidnapped you for the first time, the time you joined the Avengers and the time you saw Wanda’s green eyes that made you fall for her hard and helplessly.
Vivid images of her smiles parading in your mind with her laughter filling up your memories, the way she calls your name and all the pet names. You need her, you regretted that you left last night. You wished you didn’t and solved the argument with her. You tried your best to fight all these with exertion. You want to…no..you have to come home to your girlfriend.
You scream your lungs out, forcing yourself using your power to teleport even though the collar strikes you hard with a high voltage wave and forcing more harm to you but a soft soothing voice in your mind speaks to you and it stops you from screaming. “Y/n, can you feel me? Where are you?”
“Wanda?” You mumble her name weakly under your breath. Your chest rises and falls. You look around slowly trying to see if Wanda came. Her voice sounds crystal clear yet her presence isn’t anywhere near you..
You try to focus on listening to listen to everything you can and you hear something that gives you a clue where you are at. You close your eyes to try to connect your mind with hers.
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Red magic wisp lights up Wanda’s eyes as they are flooded with tears. Wanda can feel how you feel. She heard a faint answer from you. It drags her down when she hears how weak you are and it all comes together when she feels your pain.
“Y/n…” sorrow closes up her throat and plunges her into despair. In one blink, her tears escape.
"Wanda..what's wrong?" Natasha asks in such an anxious tone.
"Sestra? Is y/n okay?" Her twin brother lets out a question right after Natasha's.
"Please tell me she's still alive." Yelena's slavic accents disguise her worry about your safety.
"She's okay but she is in great pain, the same pain we had." Wanda's glistening eyes look at her brother, showing her vulnerability to him.
"So it's true, Hydra has her. Did she tell you where they keep her?" Pietro digs more information through his words.
Wanda nods in acknowledgement and says in a low voice. "She said Liberty."
Tony quickly commands his A.I to search for the clue Wanda got. “Hydra has an underground facility under the liberty statue, way under it. It will take at least four hours to hack all their security systems and connections before we can invade them and save Y/n.”
Wanda marches her way to the door.
“Wanda, where are you going? We have to wait.” Steve indirectly lets out a command to her. Wanda turns her head and she clenches her fists and with gritted teeth she refuses his order “I’m not going to let them lay their hands on my Y/n any longer, not even a second!” as she continues her steps.
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You almost lost your consciousness once more but you can feel Wanda more and more as if her presence is coming close. You close your eyes, focusing on your mind. Doubling your effort to telepathy with her. “I love you, Wanda. I’m sorry.. Please don't get hurt.”
You can feel heartache, her heartache to be exact. The only thing that keeps you up at this moment is her anger that you are feeling and her high hope for you to be still alive until she gets there.
As your head slowly faces down with the energy you have left while Strucker’s men do a lot more research on you, you hear a lot of terrorized men screaming. It caught your attention. The more you try to hear it, the more other sounds you hear. Sound of automatic guns’ ammo fired in the distance and a more screaming voice followed with many loud thuds echoing through the darkness of the facility.
You start to notice everybody who is doing the research on you starts to panic and more of Strucker's army come out with their firearms.
A blanket of fear covers them even though they are prepared for what’s coming or perhaps who is coming.
A few of the armed men are being thrown to the walls and to the enormous iron gate that stands tall protecting the room you are in right now. Some shots fired even a little explosion sound passed through the barriers shortly before more guards got thrown even harder. You are sure that they are all dead.
Silence takes over the air all of a sudden and everybody around you watches in fright. All the front row guarded men even take a step back. The wicked scientists start to undo everything that’s on you to take you away from whoever tries to save you.
The shadow that’s reflected on the wall moves closer and closer to the gate as steps keep repeating, showing that someone is coming.
You weakly chuckle. You turn your head to the men on both of your sides. “You are all screwed now. My girlfriend is here and I’m sure she is pissed right now. Trust me you don’t want to pissed her off.” you coughed between mocking words that you said.
“Shut up! We're gonna take you away. She will die before she can save you.” The skinny man disguises his fears with his threat as he unties the straps to move you to the gurnee bed.
The huge iron gate bent and flew abruptly to the guards that was caused by the strong impact of the red wisps and crushed most of them to death easily.
Guns, weapons and men are flying around. Some of them are slammed to the stone walls. Some of them are thrown so hard to each other and knocked down to the ground.
Then there she is, the woman you love walks closer to you as soon as she sees you. You never saw her this furious, her eyes light up in crimson.
"Hands off!" In such fury, she commands and before you know it the red tendrils cover her hands then go straight to the two scientists next to you.
You see them scream fearfully for their lives as they are floating under Wanda's power above you. In a millisecond you hear a loud crack from their bones she crushes.
Without a doubt, they are deformed and die. Wanda throws their body to the ground like they are just a crumpled paper trash.
You feel her pain, anger and sadness yet there's a relieved feeling in her that makes you smile when her eyes slowly turn green again and catch your gaze. In a quick flinch of her finger, the collar on your neck broke and fell off your neck. You try to walk to her but your legs give up on holding your weight and you fall.
Wanda quickly catches you in her arms then lets you lay on her lap as her arms prompts your body up. "Detka? Oh my god, are you okay? I'm here, you are safe now. I will get you out here." She hugs you tight and rocks her body gently with you in her hugs, in a glance of hope it will make you feel better and safer.
“Wanda, did you find her? Clint, Yelena and I are coming with the quinjet to help you.” Natasha informed her through the comm.
“I took all the guards down. I have her with me now.” Wanda replied shortly.
After she responds Natasha, she looks at you and runs her hand on your hair. “I’m sorry, malyshka. I should've not let you go that night. I should've told you that I was so jealous of how close you are with Yelena." Her cry sounds shaky, full of regret and guilt.
You grunt in pain after you let out a little laugh. “Wanda, Yelena likes Kate Bishop, a lot. I– I’m helping her to set up a date with Kate.”
She looks at you perplexed. “What? She likes Kate? Not you?”
You smile weakly, holding the pain as you nod slowly. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You got hurt because of me.” Her eyes show a huge remorse. “Sssstt.. It’s alright. You could never hurt me. I just feel you.” You stuttered in comforting her.
In a cry, Wanda nods quickly. Her lips quivered, her tears dropped onto you.
"I love you, Wanda."
"I love you too, detka."
You heard an explosion, breaking the old walls to make a quicker exit path to the quinjet for you. Natasha rushed to the both of you.
“Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay? We gotta get you out of here. Steve and Tony already take down the rest of the guards.” Natasha asks and carefully examines your injuries as soon as they get to you.
“I’m okay, Nat. Don’t worry.” You smile, deep down you feel that you gradually gain your energy back after seeing two of your closest people are with you now. Wanda carefully elevates you with her magic and takes you to the quinjet as Natasha and Yelena watch the surroundings.
You float in the air passing Yelena as you get into the jet. “Geez, y/n, you look like hell. We should get your ass back to the compound.” Yelena comments with casual remarks, trying to cover how worried she is about you then follows you and Wanda.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a date with Kate tonight?” You joked around as your face weakly forms a smirk at her. Your joke lured an eye roll from Yelena.
“She canceled it.” Natasha casually answers while busy giving medical treatment to some of your injuries.
“Why?” you curiously asked.
“Because you were nowhere to be found and were in danger. Don’t worry, Kate understands the situation." Wanda hears Yelena's answers. Her eyes jump around between you and Yelena.
“Don’t worry, Yelena. I will help you set up the date for you and Kate.” Wanda’s words suddenly jump into the conversation before you can even reply.
Wanda looks at the blonde and smiles as her way to subtly fix the tension that was created between them by her jealousy.
“Really? Thank you, Wanda!” excitement is in Yelena’s tone as she smiles back.
Natasha and her sister leave you alone with Wanda on the flight back. Wanda stays next to you the whole time, holding your hand and loving you with all her heart. She looks at you dearly.
You pull her hand and lay it on your heart shortly before you ask "Tell me what do you feel, Wands."
She smiles and says "I just feel you."
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More Eldritch Steve
Holly does not get scared easily she knows that her Stevie, her monster will protect her from anything she is afraid of no matter what or who it is.
Holly has always known Steve was a monster, she saw him as he really is when Nancy first brought him home.
She should have been frightened, should have hid from him in fear, but Holly has seen monsters, she saw them in Will's wall, she knows that Steve isn't a bad monster, not when he crawls under her bed to growl at the ones that live there or the way he sat all night against her closet door to keep the one that lived there inside.
He's a monster but he plays dolls with her when she asks, even after Nancy broke up with him.
Nancy got upset when Holly didn't warm up as easily to Jonathan as she had Steve.
But Nancy doesn't see Steve, not really, she sees his human image, his mimicry of humanity, she can't see, or maybe won't see, the monster that Steve is.
But Holly sees it, him, sees too many teeth bared at Ted the first time Holly heard him raise his voice at her mother, she sees him in the darkness that crawls through her window to check on her late at night.
Holly can see Steve the way he really is, he's her monster, her protecter, her safety net that she knows will always be there for her when she needs him.
So, when Holly gets scared, when Ted raises his voice and her mother's rises to match, she crawls out her window, uses the tree to get down and starts off to the dark of the woods where she knows her monster hunts.
Holly knows Steve will know she's there as soon as she enters the woods, he has never once lost her while babysitting with Nancy, even when she wondered off too far from them, he knows where she is, always.
He's her monster, he'll always find her and keep her safe.
Holly yawns and lifts her hands up when Steve looks down at her, she's safe now, nothing bad would be allowed to happen to her now.
Safe and sound in Steve's hold Holly Wheeler falls asleep, unaware of how her life is about to change.
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Don't ask me what happens, I don't know yet but enjoy Holly pov.
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King and Prince 14
Part 13
Steve’s schedule kept him busy, which he was certainly glad for. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about his father, or the kingdom that wouldn’t miss him. Any thoughts of his uselessness or his failure at being a proper prince were pushed out when Dustin asked him a random question, or Lucas needed his help, or he had to go up against Max’s wit.
About every other night, he was visited by his feathered friend. It didn’t come bearing food. And in fact, didn’t really come in. Steve would just catch it sometimes, peering at him from the window for a moment before flying off. Almost like it was checking in on him.
Steve made Lucas stop in his attack and nudged his foot with the tip of his staff, widening his stance. Steve was making Lucas try out different weapons and fighting styles to see what truly fit him.
“I know swords are really popular. But there’s more than one way to defend yourself.”
He’d been watching his movements closely and paying attention to how he reacted to things. Honestly, Lucas seemed more suited to something long range. Perhaps archery. Steve had yet to see a range but any castle would employ some sort of archer garrison.
Steve saw black wings soar briefly overhead, but of course he didn’t connect it to the ones that flapped by his window most nights. Why would he?
He was given the task of reshelving books in the library. An easy task since the sections were labeled for organization. At the tail end of this task, he noticed Dustin and El pouring over a book, seeming deep in their studies. Interest piqued, he approached them.
“What are you two getting into?”, he asked.
“Animal husbandry”, El answered.
“Eddie said if we’re responsible, we can get a pet”, Dustin said. “So we’re trying to decide what sort of animal to get.”
Steve looked over their shoulders to see what kind of creatures they were looking at. He didn’t know whether to expect a demogorgon or a cat. Either one seemed likely with these people. He honestly wasn’t prepared for the picture of an octopus. Steve was no stranger to the ocean. His kingdom had a shore that he had been too often and he was a talented swimmer. This place was landlocked though.
“Where are you going to find and octopus?”, Steve asked.
“The ocean”, Dustin said like Steve was a child.
“You think it’s going to be that easy to transport it?”
“It’s funny you think that’s the issue”, Robin said, appearing from one of the shelves. “How are they gonna keep it here?”
“It’d be fine in a bathtub”, Steve reasoned.
The look on Robin’s face could only be described as exasperation as she blew out a breath and shook her head. But Steve was used to it at this point. The kids saw him as just a new fixture to their home, had just about accepted him completely. It was everyone else that continued to treat him for what he was, a prince who had wanted this kingdom’s downfall until just recently.
But sometimes…
Sometimes there were moments where he felt something changing between himself and them. Robin didn’t always look like she was the one babysitting him anymore. It was still obviously a chore to her, but not as bad as it had been at the beginning. She was even beginning to tolerate him.
A week before the festival, the kids were given new clothes, both for the celebration and to look nice for the performance. Steve couldn’t help but be a tad jealous of the colors and patterns. His own meager wardrobe was an assortment of brown, gray, and white. But he kept his feelings off his face, choosing instead to encourage them to appreciate the new outfits.
“Why can’t we just wear what we normally do?”, Dustin asked.
“Because it’s a special occasion”, Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you know how many people would kill to have a royal seamstress make them a custom outfit?”
“I think I’d kill to not have to wear this”, Mike said, holding up something orange.
“Big talk from someone who squealed at a spider the other day”, Eddie said, entering the room.
Steve noted that the king’s clothing was usually dark, typically blacks and deep reds. Even as others were moving to brighter, more colorful looks for spring. He didn’t know why he expected different. He didn’t like admitting it, but the king’s appearance was striking in its own way. He always cut an impressive figure, despite being about the same height as Steve. It was a combination of the way he carried himself, his silhouette, and having pointed canines didn’t hurt either.
Among them all, Steve felt like a piece of the background which was…new. And he was sure if he liked it. He supposed it was better than wearing a sign that said he was the son of the Harringtons. He already got glares from people in the castle as it was anytime he was alone. Steve wasn’t fearful for his life. He was pretty confident in his ability to defend himself in a fight. It was a question of what would happen to him once he did. Would the king be so welcoming if he snapped the neck of a guard trying to end him?
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Robin and Eddie stood and listened as the kids played the song they’d been practicing in the music room. A lilting piece that heralded the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Robin’s expression was pleased at the progress they’d made in such a short time. It wasn’t perfect, but most of them hadn’t ever picked up an instrument seriously before. Eddie was clapping his hands so loud, it sounded like the pop of a firework with the acoustics of the room. Steve was leaning against the wall, prepared to help put things away once they were done.
“You guys were incredible!”, Eddie praised.
And hearing it from someone they admired so much had even the more prickly of them blushing bashfully. Steve still remembered Dustin grumbling for the first couple of practices and Mike complaining when he’d been moved from lute to flute. But Robin knew what she had been doing. Steve was impressed, truly.
“That’s why we practice”, Robin smiled.
“And it’s still days before the show”, Eddie said. “For now though, I think you all deserve a reward. So let’s head on down to the kitchen for some tarts.”
The kids all rushed out at that, Robin and Eddie following behind to make sure they didn’t bulldoze anyone over on the way. Only Steve stayed behind, getting started on putting their instruments away. He paused when he passed the clavichord. An instrument no one had picked and wasn’t included in the current arrangement. Steve felt a wave of nostalgia for his own music teacher. She was always so patient and doled out praise whenever he did well.
He let his fingers brush against the keys. He looked to the door, closed, and it sounded like the group was no longer nearby. So Steve sat down and tried out a little melody. It felt like so long since he had played and he couldn’t even blame it on his imprisonment. His parents had never been impressed with music, even when his instructor told them how good he was. He would play from time to time, just never in front of anyone.
“You shouldn’t mess with Robin’s things.”
“Agh! Fuck!”, Steve jolted in the air when the king’s voice sounded from right next to him. “Must you move in shadows?”
Eddie smirked. “It is the best way to travel, but this time I just used the door. I didn’t know you played.” He put a hand against the frame, steading himself as he leaned over, hair falling over his shoulders.
Steve looked away from him, not understanding why the gaze felt so intense. “I don’t…much.”
“What other hidden talents are you hiding?”
At that, Steve raised a brow, wondering what he was getting at. Did the king still think he was harboring something? Was he of the same mind as Nancy? Steve had nothing up his sleeve and nothing to hide, so he answered.
“I can also play the hurdy gurdy, but that’s not as popular as this.”
And then the king laughed.
At something Steve had said.
“Come on, I promised a sweet for all those who put in good work. That includes you, little prince.”
The king offered his hand to help Steve to his feet. Steve stared for a moment before taking it.
Part 15
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Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)
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👣 Summary: Steve and the others return to the compound to find it in disaray.
Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault and forced knotting/bonding, self-hatred, angst, vomit
Word count: 1,724
🫀Part II
That afternoon, the others returned. At first, nothing seemed out of place, and the Avengers went about their usual business unloading the quinjet and cleaning themselves up. But it was after that when things started to feel a little different.
It wasn't unusual for Bucky to be keeping to himself, so Steve wasn't expecting to see him instantly. After a few hours he checked the gym, expecting to find his old friend there, but it clearly hadn't been touched since he'd gone away. He wasn't overly concerned; he hadn't seen you either, and usually you were hanging around the living area and would normally have at least welcomed them all back and asked about what exciting things had happened on the mission. Sure, you weren't necessarily close, but it wasn't implausible that you had gone out for the day together.
Alarm bells didn't ring until a good few hours after their return, when Nat made her usual silent entrance into the kitchen where Steve was reading a paper and Bruce was ruining a perfectly basic pasta dish.
"Hey Bruce, did Y/N go out today?" She tossed an apple in the air absentmindedly and slid onto the counter to watch him fumble about the stove.
"What? Er, no, I mean, I don't think so. I haven't seen her. Clint might have."
"Clint might have what?" The inquisitive archer piped up as he entered room with burning ears.
"Seen Y/N today."
He shook his head with a shrug. "Now you mention it, I haven't actually. Or Tin Man, but let's be honest that's not exactly a surprise. He's not exactly Mr Social."
Steve rustled his paper and set it down on the table. "I haven't seen Bucky either. I assumed him and Y/N had gone somewhere."
Nat and Clint both looked over at each other and snorted as Bruce jumped into action as the water boiled over the sides of the pan.
"Together? I'm not sure about that Steve. But hell, you know the guy better than any of us." Taking a bite out of her apple, Nat pushed herself off the counter and made her way to the door. "I'll see if Y/N is in her room, that's probably the best place to start."
-
Whilst you were in your room, it wasn't quite the scene Natasha was expecting. Your curtains were pulled tightly closed, and you were curled up in the sheets shivering.
"Y/N? Hey, you alright?" She peered round the door, frowning at the strange odour that wafted around. You grunted, and she took that as a sign to come closer.
"Christ, you look like shit. You sick or something?' Concerned, she reached out to rest a hand on your burning forehead but you shied away.
"Er, yeah. Just a bit under the weather, but I'll be fine. How was the mission?" Despite the fever that had started to ravage your body, you pulled the duvet up around your chin as though to seek warmth.
"Fine, easy. Look, are you sure you're fine? No offence but it kinda smells weird in here...are you due a heat or something?"
You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut. Engaging in conversation was the last thing you wanted to do right now.
"Yeah I guess so. Got new suppressants, maybe I'm reacting badly to them." The lie came out too easy.
She nodded, not entirely fooled but not willing to push you. It might have been dark in the room but she could tell you didn't look your best and probably needed to rest.
"Okay, well I'll come check on you in a bit. Call if you need anything, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks, Nat."
You waited until you heard the click of the door close before you rolled over and lurched for the bin tucked under your bed. Your stomach was beyond empty now and you thought that perhaps you were literally puking your guts up at this point, but it didn't stop the nausea from consuming you. You had no clue how much time had passed since you'd gone to see Bucky, but you knew the crew were due back that evening so it couldn't have been long. Most of that time you'd spent swimming in and out of consciousness, the fever slowly rising and the pressure in your head expanding. But it was the pain in your stomach that was the worst. Your body was craving your alpha's touch and suffering without it. Your weak legs were sticky with slick and your pussy was crying out for attention. Whenever you were conscious, you tried your hardest to satisfy yourself, but it barely helped. Orgasm after orgasm only relieved the pain for an hour or so, and each time seemed shorter than that before.
You knew what this was. You'd heard of it, but it was rare because when most omegas bonded with their alpha, it was part of something bigger and something meaningful. Sex was a huge part of that, and usually lasted for days after. A physical bond in your gland might be the sign of a bond, but it needed to be cemented with passion and knotting. For some omegas, just the first knot that accompanied the bonding was enough, but for most it took a few in the days after for the mark to settle.
Clearly, that was the case for you. Except you hadn't had Bucky's knot since the incident, and he certainly wasn't going to give it to you any time soon. Which meant the bond was starting to fade and your body was freaking out. Your hormones had dramatically changed the second you had been marked and now you were reliant on your alpha's knot to keep them in balance. Yes, there were suppressants to help for periods when an alpha and omega were apart for prolonged periods of time, but that wasn't exactly an option right now. So everything was going crazy and your body didn't know how to handle itself. Neurons were firing in all the wrong places, and your body was reacting in strange ways. Sometimes your muscles contracted into spasm, sometimes they locked and became rigid. And you guessed it was only going to get worse.
All you could do was ride it out. You couldn't exactly tell the others what had happened, or Bucky would be done for and you were hardly in a condition to defend him. So you just had to handle yourself until your body settled down and realised it wasn't going to get the knot it wanted and the bond faded. Seeing as you felt like utter shit, you figured it couldn't get much worse so you were probably at the peak of it. You could easily spend the day in bed claiming to be sick or having a bad heat, and in the morning you could try and talk to Bucky about what had happened.
In your delirious state, it never crossed your mind that the Avengers might question why he had locked himself in The Cube.
-
Bucky hadn’t answered any of Steve’s texts or calls, which wasn’t unusual seeing as neither of them had quite got to grips with 21st century technology. But his bike was still in the garage, and nothing seemed to be missing from his room, so Steve knew something was up.
He didn’t want to check The Cube, because he didn’t want his best friend to be there. If he was, it meant something truly awful had happened. But it was the only place he hadn’t looked, and if Bucky was there, Steve was sure he would need his support.
That didn’t stop his heart from breaking at the sight of his comrade.
"Oh man...what happened?" Steve was slow with his approach, but as soon as he heard Bucky whimper and his chest stutter, he knew he wasn't facing the Winter Solider.
"I fucked it man, I really fucked it." Steve could tell by the rawness in his voice that this was the first time he'd spoken in a few hours.
"Y/N..." it all made sense now. You hadn't been around the compound either that evening, and if Bruce and Clint didn't know what had gone on, that meant it had to be between you and Bucky.
Steve's oldest friend looked up at him like a lost puppy. His stringy hair was greasy and hung lifelessly, mirrored by his purple bags cushioning sunken eyes. Track marks ran down his cheeks from crying, but it was clear he was all cried out now. Sitting like this, curled up on the floor in the corner of an isolated room made Steve's blood feel like ice. He had vowed Bucky he would never be in this position again, and yet somehow here they were.
"What did you do, Buck." It was more a statement than a question.
"It was just a nightmare. Just like it always is. But you weren't there, Steve. And-and she was. And it felt so good, man. She was comforting, ya' know. I actually felt safe.
But I let it go too quick. He-he still had me in his grasp and he didn't want to let go...I don't know what happened, but I hurt her. I really hurt her Steve."
He really didn't want to ask. "Is she alive?"
The nod was small but it was there. That was all Steve needed to let the breath out he was holding.
"But I bonded with her. I forced myself on her. I marked her."
The silence that hung over the pair spoke a thousand words. Steve knew sometimes Bucky didn't know how to control his alpha side, and he knew that often the lines were blurred between the Winter Soldier and his innate alpha. So he knew how big this was.
"But it wasn't you, Buck. You were him, right?"
With a snort, Bucky turned away. "What difference does it make? The Solider is gone now, Shuri made sure of that, so whatever traces he leaves are just memories. You can't blame him anymore. Only me."
"We'll fix this, Bucky. I swear. But you can't stay here."
"Steve, I'm not leaving this cage until the bond has worn off. And then I'm getting as far away from here as I can, before I do even more damage. And you cannot stop me."
🫁 Part IV
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part 8 l masterlist
summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage
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warnings: lots of graphic violence and descriptions of blood and gore, mentions of past sexual assault, kidnapping, lmk if i missed anything
Several long days dragged by without you hearing anything from Yelena. It was hard, but everytime your gut twisted as you ached for the blonde you reminded yourself that she was no doubt feeling worse. You needed to fix things. Even if you couldn’t be together, you at least wanted to be able to talk to her again because her missing presence seemed to have created a noticeable hold in your life that you had no intention of filling with anyone else.
You were laying in your bed with your laptop next to you and Marty at your feet when your phone chimed with a text from Kate. As much as you loved your best friend, you were disappointed the message wasn’t from Yelena.
Kate: Melina did some digging and found something, if I don’t text till tonight can you walk Lucky?
You: yep, be safe!
Melina had found something? You had presumed she had stopped looking into the files like you had since coming to the end of them. Had she gone back through? Maybe found additional files you couldn’t see? You tried to shrug off the thoughts, knowing that the older Russian knew what she was doing, but you were curious more than anything else.
You turned on your computer and opened up your email chain to Melina that had ended a few weeks ago when you both declared you had gone through everything.
Kate just told me you found a lead, how’d you do it?? You typed out and sent off the email.
Much to your surprise, Melina responded within a few minutes but you stopped short when you read the simple message.
I didn’t. You froze and reread the two words again. What? Kate wouldn’t lie to you about going on a mission. You frantically opened up your phone to message the archer again, unable to ignore the nagging feeling that something was very wrong.
Me: where are you guys??
You tapped your phone in your hand but you knew that if Kate was already on her way then she wasn’t going to be looking at her phone. So you turned back to your computer as your mind twisted between assuring you she was fine and telling you the worst case scenarios. Yelena’s experience wouldn’t lead her into a trap and even if it did she would know what to do.
You didn’t get the chance to reply to Melina, because another new email caught your attention first. The email handle looked to be a bot, but the subject line stated: hurry. An image was attached and you almost hesitated to open it.
“Fuck,” you whispered as you stared at a grainy image that was clearly Kate and Yelena in some come of abandoned warehouse. Below was a location that you knew you had no training to go to yourself. You scrambled with your phone to call Natasha, while forwarding the email to Melina, but she didn’t pick up.
“Come on, come on,” you hissed as you paced your apartment and tried again. Nothing. “Fuck!” You tried Steve and got nothing. You tried Wanda and got nothing. You tried every single person you could think of until you became aware of how much time had passed since getting the email. No one was picking up and you had no idea why, which left only you.
You ran a shaking hand through your hair as you scanned your apartment for any hint of what to do and landed on an opened drawer you hadn’t noticed before. Paranoid, you warrily stalked towards the drawer and found a black handgun inside with a sticky note on top inscribed with the letter Y. After all her insistence of you getting a gun, she had gotten one for you.
You should’ve called the police, let them handle the situation. But what if they didn’t get there in time? You didn’t have time to keep thinking about the what ifs, so instead, you grabbed the gun and left the apartment. On your way down, you called the police, giving them a brief rundown of what you thought was happening and shared the address with them, hanging up before they could query much more.
Calling a cab once outside, you tried phoning each of the avengers again as the car started towards the warehouse. It wasn’t unusual for all of the avengers to go on a mission together, but something about the timing of it didn’t sit right with you. You couldn’t linger on what you couldn’t control though, instead forcing yourself to come up with some kind of plan. You came up blank.
I’m just a hacker, I should get this guy to turn around and let the police deal with it. You thought. But what if they got there too late? What if you got the call and news you had nightmares about receiving. You couldn’t lose them. You reminded yourself of that when the warehouse came into view and instructed the driver to stop round the corner.
Your heart rattled against your ribcage as you stood outside the warehouse and pulled your gun from inside your jacket. This is so goddamn reckless, you thought as you inched the main door open and slipped inside. You kept low, scanning the area for any signs of life. It was unnervingly quiet. Every step you took, no matter how gentle, bounced off of the walls. I really shouldn’t be here.
~
Natasha leant forwards as she scanned over the email she had just received from Melina. “What’s up?” Yelena asked as she watched her sister’s brow furrow. Natasha showed her screen to the blonde who frowned as she took in the image of her and Kate in a location she couldn’t recall ever having been in with the archer.
“It’s from Melina. Y/n forwarded it to her,” Natasha explained as she looked through the text. “Apparently Kate told her you were on a mission there.” The pair paused, their brains connecting the same dots as Yelena pulled up Kate’s contact while Nat pulled up yours. Kate picked up, you didn’t.
“Kate Bishop, did you tell y/n we are on a mission?” Yelena demanded as she looked to her sister, seeing that you weren’t answering.
“No? Why?” The archer asked. Yelena cursed in Russian.
“Get ahold of her now,” she ordered and hung up. “You don’t think she’s gone there?” Yelena questioned, though they were both already grabbing their jackets.
“I do,” Natasha confirmed. “God, she’s an idiot.”
~
The hands that held the handgun in front of you were shaking and you knew it wasn’t just because of the cold. But with every step you took, you reminded yourself that Yelena and Kate had to be around the space somewhere and that you needed to get to them before someone else did. You had hoped to have heard the sirens already too.
“Long time no see,” you spun around on the spot, your eyes flickering across the space in the direction of the voice that you could never forget. “Hey, baby,” Rae greeted as she stepped out from behind a stack of crates, a menacing axe hanging loosely by her side. She sauntered towards you, an easy grin on her lips as you stood frozen.
“What? I don’t get a hello after all this time?” She asked with a fake pout.
“What are you…what?” You stared at the raven haired woman who you foolishly assumed you would never see again.
“How am I? Oh, I’m great thanks for asking, even after that stunt you pulled,” she hissed, continuing to stalk the area around you. “That got me in a lot of trouble, you know? All because you wanted to be selfish bitch,” as she spoke, she let the axe drop against the floor and scrape against the concrete next to her as she moved. You eyed the weapon warily, knowing you should use your own.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” You didn’t. You couldn’t rake your brain for anything to say to the woman before you. “No apology for abandoning your girlfriend?”
“Fuck you,” you hissed, taking you both by surprise. Rae chuckled, bemused by the agitation you had never shown her when you were together.
“Where was that bit of fight back when you needed it?” She asked with a mocking grin that made your stomach twist. Your hands began to rattle again as images of your past flashed in front of your eyes.
No, you couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t let her succeed in getting into your head.
“Shut up,” you tried to shout, but your voice wavered. Rae grinned more.
“Or what? You gonna shoot me? You never fought back when I hit you, or when I fucked you.”
“Stop!” You managed to yell, though the tears threatening to spill through didn’t help.
“Maybe all those times you said no you actually wanted it.”
You fired. And missed. Rae was faster than you remembered her being, within a second she knocked the gun out of your hands and made you stumble to the floor. Your back collided with the dark concrete though you didn’t feel the pain of the impact because you were too concerned with putting as much distance between you and Rae as you could when she was sauntering towards you. She chuckled as she watched you try to scramble away.
“I knew you would come here when I sent you that email,” she told you. “You always were so curious, sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. But you know what they say, baby, curiosity killed the cat,” she warned you in such a tell-tale way that didn’t expect her to bring the axe down on your leg a second later.
You screamed as the searing pain shot from your calf where the axe was embedded. Rae pulled the blade out with a grunt and you immediately made to get up until she swung again at your unguarded back, knocking what left like every last breath out of you. You collapsed and forced yourself onto your back to look up at Rae and try to dodge her next move. The weapon was heavy, she wouldn’t be able to be agile with it.
“You have no idea what consequences your fuck up had for me,” she told you, her anger coming to the surface in a way you couldn’t avoid. She brought the axe down again and you were unable to dodge it entirely, instead having it lodged in your side. You howled in agony, feeling the blade dig into your ribs so prominently that you didn’t even notice how wet the back of your shirt was with blood.
“The things I had to endure as punishment,” Rae continued as she pulled the axe free, taking what felt like a pound of your flesh with her. “I’ve waited years to give you your fair share of the pain, the least you could do is accept it.” You didn’t feel where the next hit fell. You only felt your body shake with the impact and the grotesque sound of it embedding itself in you.
“The…police…will come,” you struggled to tell her with a mouth full of blood that came bubbling up from your throat. When you heard her laugh in response, you knew you were fucked.
“Same way the Avengers will? You didn’t call the police, malysh. No one’s coming for you,” she told you, bringing the axe down again.
~
Natasha and Yelena didn’t exchange a single word as they stood either side of the entrance door. They had been through situations like that one enough times to rehearse it in their sleep and that was what they reminded themselves as they exchanged a swift nod: that it was a standard rescue mission. The moment they let it get personal was when mistakes would be made and they couldn’t afford any.
The Russian’s scanned the vast room as they stalked amongst the crates with long since faded brand imprints. Their footsteps were silent as they listened out for a single pin drop, anything to indicate where you could be. They didn’t hear a thing, though Natasha’s voice was the one to break through the tension.
“Get Stark down here now,” she ordered.
“What? What have you found?” Yelena asked as met her sister’s unnerved eyes and tried to look at the space she had come from.
“Yelena,” Natasha warned with a firm hand to the blonde’s chest.
“No, what is it?” She tried, shoving her sister away only for her to be pushed back in response.
“Don’t look,” Natasha pleaded. The waver in her voice made Yelena pause for a brief moment before she charged on to look around the other side of the crates, stumbling upon what she found.
“It’s alright,” Natasha assured, trying to reflect her confidence in her tone but it was difficult when she didn’t feel it herself. Yelena hardly heard, her focus entirely on the pool of crimson. “Stark has the technology to scan the area for her, she can’t be far,” the redhead continued as she placed a hand on Yelena’s hand, wanting her away from the scene you had left them.
Even as the blonde allowed herself to be turned around, the image of the deep red splatters stained into the crates several metres away from the main puddle lingered behind Yelena’s eyes. She didn’t listen as her sister called her billionaire friend, far too stuck in her own head and wondering what state she would find you in - because she would find you.
“Thanks, Tony,” Natasha said as she hung up the phone and took an anxious glance towards her sister. “He’ll be here in ten,” she told Yelena who didn’t respond. The redhead cursed internally, feeling the weight of the moment settle on both of their stomachs.
She had been too harsh with you that night, saying things she didn’t mean just as you had but making you suffer for it all the same, just because she could see that Yelena was. Natasha knew, then more than ever, that you would never set out to hurt her little sister, not when you were so quick to blindly save her. She would tell you all that when she saw you again, she promised herself.
Natasha was interrupted from those thoughts when her phone vibrated once in her hand. The redhead looked at her screen and saw she had a message from an unknown number. Frowning, she opened the text and immediately felt an anchor tied around her guts drop. On the screen was an image of you in the back of an unclear car, unconscious, shirt stained scarlet. There were wounds she couldn’t examine properly because bile was rising in her throat and she didn’t want her sister to notice. She couldn’t see that picture. Ever.
The redhead’s sickness subsided the moment she read the text beneath the picture, moving aside for the anger that began to rise and threatened to bubble over the surface. Natasha took a deep breath to steady herself as she glared at the screen, resisting the impulse to snap the device in half.
Too late : (
~
Stay calm, recall what you know.
That was what Natasha had taught you when you first met. She had taught you a lot, but in that moment that lesson was the only one you were capable of recalling.
You were fluctuating between consciousness. You were in the trunk of a car. You were being taken. You were badly injured. It was Rae.
Rae… the pain she had inflicted was unlike anything you thought was possible to experience. You had no idea how many times she had swung that axe down on you, some parts of your body hurt more than others, but there was an inescapable alarm going off amongst your nerves and major organs telling you that it was bad. Really really fucking bad.
She had hit muscle and bone, but you were unsure what else had been punctured. You knew that the blood in your mouth meant something critical had been attacked, but it couldn’t be something so significant because you were acutely aware of the fact that you were still alive. You may very well be dying, just not yet.
It would be okay, someone would come for you. You just weren’t sure they would come in time.
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♤♡ raspberry leaves - gojo satoru, geto suguru (poly!)
↳ @sunmoonjune
♡ sensei’s wife - gojo satoru
↳ @seonghrtz
♡ smack, smack - gojo satoru
↳ @tender-rosiey
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criminal minds
☆ masterlist - spencer reid, aaron hotchner, derek morgan
♤♡ finally - derek morgan
♤ 4 months - aaron hotchner
♤♡ anything for you - spencer reid
↳ @the-bau-quinjet
♤ the archer - spencer reid
♡♤ brilliance - spencer reid
♤ buried alive - spencer reid
↳ @pathologicalreid
♡ untitled - spencer reid
↳ @ddejavvu
♤ heartbeat - spencer reid
↳ @theonewiththefanfics
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attack on titan
☆ left behind - levi ackerman
↳ @zbeez-outlet
♡ he was not meant to hear that - levi ackerman
↳ @babypinkhearts
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marauders / harry potter
♡ untitled - remus lupin, james potter, sirius black (poly!)
↳ @moonstruckme
♤ someone take me home - harry potter
↳ @heliads
♡ end up here - theodore nott
↳ @priniya
~
marvel
☆ family is more than blood - carol danvers ft. natasha romanoff, yelena belova
↳ @arlana-likes-to-write
☆ masterlist - bucky barnes, steve rogers, peter parker, natasha romanoff, tony stark
♤♡ mistakes forgiven - steve rogers
♤ letters - steve rogers
♤♡ lily - steve rogers
♤ 23 - bucky barnes
↳ @the-bau-quinjet
♡ a slip of the tongue - bucky barnes
↳ @antiquarianfics
♤ i’ll see you when i fall asleep - peter parker
↳ @waitimcomingtoo
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outer banks
☆ masterlist - jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge
♡ what did you call her? - rafe cameron
↳ @winchester-books
♡ t-ball - rafe cameron
↳ @rafeandonlyrafe
♡ whipped - rafe cameron
↳ @mrsstarkey1
♡♤ more than a hookup - jj maybank
↳ @writingjjfics
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top gun / top gun: maverick
♤ who did this to you? - jake ‘hangman’ seresin
↳ @justfandomwritings
♡♤ “whiskey sour? classy.” - bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw
↳ @undiscovered-horizon
♕ divider — @bunnysrph
#⋆·˚ ༘ * julia’s favs !#tokyo revengers x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#criminal minds x reader#attack on titan x reader#marauders x reader#marvel x reader#avengers x reader#top gun x reader#top gun maverick x reader
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