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Kneel for your Queen (Request)

Prompt: SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI -- @bluev0lk

Note: This has suggestive themes so I ask those who are under the age of 18 to refrain from reading this. Thank you.

Pairing: F!Reader x Loki

Loki knew the moment they locked eyes that it was going to be a long night. He also knew that he was in deep trouble with the anger that swirled slowly within her irises. He felt his mouth go dry, throat tightening as she slowly crossed one leg over the other.

(Y/N) sat in a chair, making it look like a throne with how the city’s lights glowed around her. She was a queen through and through for him; this merely confirmed it. Her eyes trailed down his body, drinking him in before they slowly locked eyes with him again.

“Loki,” She whispers, her voice sounded more sultry. “Kneel.” She commanded as he dropped to his knees without a second thought. He had barely made it through the bedroom door before she made him crumble to the hardwood. “A little birdy told me that you’ve been… rather mouthy today. Now, I cannot imagine why.” She whispered quietly.

Loki finally collected enough saliva to swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing gently. He knew that this was a rhetorical statement; she didn’t really want him to answer. She was testing him because if he spoke up now, she’d label it as backtalking. He was trying to get on her good grace, but if he slipped up now, the night would be even longer.

“Tell me, my King, did you mouth off today?” She asked, moving her leg to the floor before leaning forward.

“I did,” He answers easily. “I shall give no excuse.” He promised, knowing that no matter if it was his fault or not, wasn’t the issue; it was the fact that he talked back at all.

“Well, at least now you are being a good boy. What was so different early? Was it because your Queen wasn’t there to stop you?” She rose from her chair, the black seethrough rob fell around the floor like an elegant gown.

“No, I…” Loki trailed off, looking to the floor with a hard scowl. “They were using the fact that I used to be on the other side as material to make jokes at me.” He explains, causing the facade to drop for a moment.

“Oh, Loki,” She coos softly before walking up to him. “It sounds like you need to be out of your head for a while.” She tilts his chin up to look at her. “What shall I do to you, my king?” She purrs out softly.

“Anything your heart desires,” He assures, eyes fluttering shut as her finger slowly caressed over his mouth in a gentle motion.

She hums softly before biting her lip at the ideas that swirled around her mind like a sensual dance. Her eyes slowly locked onto him, grinning at the bulge forming in his pants just from a few light touches.

“I know what you are going to do.” She leans down, lips brushing over his ear.

A shiver ripped through his body as her hot breath caressed the cartilage.

“What?” He questions, feeling his mouth go dry once more.

“You are going to crawl over to the bed, but do not get on it. Kneel in front of it. We are going to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She whispers before her nails carded through his hair, lightly scraping against his scalp as she tilted his head up again to look at her. “Do you understand?” She asked.

“Yes, Yes, my Queen.” He promised softly, feeling lightheaded already from how hot the room started to become.

“Move,” She whispered, pulling her fingers away as he set off to the bed, kneeling like he had been requested before staring down at his lap with his hands folded. “Good boy,” She coos happily.

Loki slowly looked up when the bed dipped in front of him. (Y/N) slowly settled herself, spreading her legs on either side of his thighs. She was always a sight to behold for him, from her beautiful features right down to the beauty of her skin.

“May I?” He asked, hand shakily reaching out to touch one of her thighs. The way they wrapped around his waist when they were in the throes of passion to how they carried her through battle was an absolute sin in of itself; a sin that Loki happily partook in.

“Of course, my king.” She smiles softly at the tentative touch he placed on her skin. A shiver rippled through her body at how easily he slid into this role. She coos softly at how beautiful he looked in the gentle glow of the night. “Only you can bring thousands of humans to their knees with a single command, but still kneel for one mortal woman when she tells you too.” She smirks as his fingers dig slightly into the meat of her thighs.

“Not just any mortal woman.” He comments, glancing up at her with glassy eyes. “I only kneel for my queen.” He explains, voice taking on a slight edge to it.

“That is true.” She chuckles quietly before cupping his face. “No one shall ever see you this vulnerable. All of this belongs to me.” She growled out, jerking him into a passionate kiss.

A kiss that Loki returned with as much enthusiasm. He placed his other hand onto her thigh before leaning up with his body. She let out a soft gasp when he used the momentum to push her back onto the bed.

“Loki--” She’s cut off by his lips attacking her neck, causing another sharp inhale to escape from her throat. She held onto his hair as he began to bite and kiss at her neck, leaving her shaking softly in his wake.

Loki hit a particular spot on her side that made her giggle. She tried to push him off, but he used the momentary distraction to his advantage. She squeaks as he continues to kiss all over her stomach, causing laughter to escape from her lips.

“You--You bastard!” She forced out between bouts of happiness.

“What?” He asked in foreign innocence. “I don’t know what you mean. Me? A bastard?” He gasps. “Well, that will not do.” He smirks before making a noise of surprise when she tackles him to the ground.

“Oh-ho, I was gonna be nice since they were the ones who were mean, but now-- Now, you’re gonna get it!” She exclaims before removing the robe and tying his hands together.

“Well, this is quite the predicament.” He comments with a snort.

“I hope you enjoyed your fun. You aren’t coming tonight, you little snake.” She smirks as he groans, thumping his head back.

“You witch,” He grumbles before he froze when her eyes began to glitter darkly.

“Open, I heard that. And that, my lovely dear, was the last nail on the coffin.” She sing-songs as Loki couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping his lips.

Yes, it was going to be a long night indeed.

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SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI SUB LOKI

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND MY LOVE! SUB LOKI SHALL BE! 🤣❤️

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the-shield-of-infinity-writing · 3 years

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💌 Send this to twelve of the nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌📣💕

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much bb! You are literally a gift to this world and I’m so glad that I know you! :”D

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Hi! I'm a mod for MCU Loki Big Bang at @lokibigbang and signups have just opened! We're running both a big bang event (starting August) and a mini bang event (starting July 19). I'm sending you this ask in case you or any of your followers are interested in joining! Info and the full schedule are up on the blog, and our askbox is always open, so ask away if you have any questions! -Mod Dav

Ah, that’s so awesome!! I’d love to join! Thank you so much for sending me this! I’ll be submitting my form soon!

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A day to remember with you (Request)

Prompt: The reader is the daughter of Steve rogers, and his wife natasha romanoff and the reader had a bad, Day . her dad en mom asks what wrong and the reader has a fit , she hides in there treehouse and when its dinner time and he is going to look for his daughter, she is not in her room , and he sees that the Light is on in the treehouse and he takes a hoodie from her with him , at the treehouse, he asks what wrong and tells him everything, she is tired from crying, and he carries her to bed, and he tells natasha everything, and the next Day, they have a family Day, with a bitt of fluff thanks and if its ready you tag me right thanks---maximeevansblog

Requester: @maximeevansblog

Note: Depressive moments, fluff

Words: 2025

School had become a place of emotional turmoil for (Y/N) Rogers. She felt like she was trapped in a prison anymore and any task or assignment she was given only made her depressive state worsen. She couldn’t tell her parents because they were superheroes who should be more concerned about saving the world than their daughter getting picked on at school.

The moment she got off the bus, (Y/N) covered her tear face with a book as she rushed up the steps, thankful for the sound of the bus getting further away. She shut the door, letting out a shuddering breath of relief that she was finally home in her safe haven.

“(Y/N), you home?” Steve called; him and Natasha had requested off for a few weeks so they could be here for (Y/N) more. “Babydoll?” He called when she didn’t answer. He stepped out of the kitchen before he froze at the sight of his daughter standing there with tears in her eyes. “(Y/N)?” He asked.

(Y/N) jolted, causing her book bag and books to clatter loudly to the floor. She looked up to her father in shock before she rushed back the hallway and out the back door and went for her treehouse. She could hear him call out for her, but she couldn’t stop until she made it up into the treehouse. The moment the hatch shut, (Y/N) bursted into tears, sobbing heavily as she slapped her hands over her face.

“What happened?” Natasha came down the steps with a frown. “Was that (Y/N)?” She asked with a worried look.

“Yeah, it was. She was crying. I think she went to her room.” Steve explains, collecting her things from the floor.

“Crying? Why would she be crying? Do you think something happened?” She asked.

“I don’t know, but I’m gonna go put her stuff away and go see.” Steve assures as she nods before leaning up and kissing his cheek. He offers a smile to her before going back to (Y/N)’s room and setting her stuff onto her bed. He frowned, noticing that she wasn’t in her room before his eyes caught a light outside her window in the treehouse.

A thought occurred to him, they haven’t had much time to spend with (Y/N); that was the point of them requesting the time off. He felt like he wasn’t putting in the effort for his daughter like he did when she was first born, now she was in highschool and he felt like he barely knew her.

Frowning, Steve grabbed a hoodie for her since it was getting closer to fall and the air was a lot colder than in the spring or summertime. He saw the light on in the treehouse, knowing immediately that she was there.

(Y/N) had her knees against her chest, face buried between them as her sobs continued like a mantra of sorrow. She was so upset by how nasty people could be towards her for just no reason. She wanted to tell her parents, but she knew that they should focus on other things like helping the population survive.

She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps climbing up the treehouse. She heard the hatch lift up, causing her tear stained face to glance up to see Steve climbing into the small space. She pulled her body into a tight ball, blocking out the cold and hoping to hide away the pain from her father’s seeing eyes.

“(Y/N), I know something is wrong, but I need you to talk to me, sweetheart.” He comments softly. He shut the hatch and crawled over to her, pulling away her arms so he could put the hoodie onto her shivering body.

“It’s--It’s nothing, Dad. Promise.” She offers a timid smile, but his look told her that he wasn’t convinced.

“(Y/N),” He said, using his dad's voice to make her look down to her shoes. “I know that it isn’t nothing. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. What’s going on?” He asked, tilting her face up so she would look at him.

“It’s stupid, really.” She mumbles.

“(Y/N), if it’s effecting you this way, then it’s not stupid. Whatever you are feeling is completely valid.” He assures softly before (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down.

“I can’t focus on school anymore. I physically want to throw up at the thought of having to go anymore. I can’t do assignments and I’m really sorry, but my grades are dropping and I’m failing tests. I used to love school, but now I am so burnt out that it’s not even funny.” She sobs out as Steve’s eyes widened at her words.

“Hey, hey, look at me, (Y/N).” He whispered as she tried to hide away again. “I’m not upset with you. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I wish you had told me sooner, Babydoll.” He whispered softly.

“I just didn’t want to disappoint you… I mean, you’re superheroes… You should be focusing on things like saving the world. Not your daughter having a mental breakdown every other day because school stresses her out.” She huffs.

“(Y/N), you are my daughter. I’m a dad first and foremost before I am a superhero. Anyone can save the world if they truly put their heart to it. There’s going to be other superheroes, but there is only one you in this world. You mean everything to me and your mother. If you need time off of school, tell us. We’ll figure out a way to do that, but your mental health is important.” He assures.

“But you shouldn’t just stop everything for me. I shouldn’t just let my brain do this.” She huffs.

“You can’t control how your brain feels. If you could, then there wouldn’t be mental issues facing the world right now. Besides, (Y/N), you need a break. We take breaks from missions. That doesn’t mean that we won’t get back into the game after that break, if anything, we go back stronger than ever.” He explains to her.

“But I should just suck it up like the other kids!” She exclaims.

“But why? Why would you do that? It will make you miserable and also make you physically unwell.” He explains softly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking time to take care of yourself, (Y/N).” He promised as she snuggled into his arms.

Her eyes were heavy from the emotionally exhaustion she was feeling, coupled with the warmth radiating from her father made it worse. Soon, she was out like a light, breathing softly against Steve who smiles at the sight.

He let her sleep for a few more minutes to ensure she was asleep before he slowly brought her down out of the treehouse and back to the house. Natasha looked up from her book when the door opened, her eyes softened at the sight of her daughter fast asleep in Steve’s arms.

“Rough day?” She asked, running her thumb over (Y/N)’s cheek.

“Really rough day. Let me lay her down and I’ll tell you about it.” He whispered before he kissed her cheek and walked back.

She trailed behind him, standing at the door frame as Steve slowly laid (Y/N) down and tucked her in. He placed a kiss onto her forehead before walking over to Natasha who frowns at him. She nudged him to move as she shut their daughter’s door before walking back to the kitchen.

“She’s been in a bad place mentally for a while. She was trying to force herself through it because she didn’t want to worry us.” He explains as Natasha’s eyes widened for a moment.

“But she knows she can come to us.” She reasoned.

“I know, but she said because we are superheroes, we have more important things to worry about.” He comments quietly.

“We’ve been neglecting her…” Natasha frowns softly. “I thought it was okay because she was older, but it’s not… We need to make it up to her.” She whispered, looking up to him.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know, Mr. Rogers. What are we thinking?” Natasha smiles.

“How about a day with just the three of us tomorrow. We can go to that amusement park place that she’s been talking about.” He offers as she nods.

“I think that’d be good for her. I think she’d feel better afterwards, maybe we can make this a habit?” She questioned.

“I don’t see why we can’t.” He smiles.

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(Y/N) woke up the next morning, the exhaustion hadn’t left her bones, but she had to get up and brave the day like she always did. She got dressed in a new outfit when there was a knock at her door. She walked over and opened it up to reveal both her parents standing there with matching grins.

“What?” She asked, glancing from one to the other.

“Come on, we have somewhere to go today. But it’s a surprise!” Natasha grins before ushering her out of her room.

“Mu--Mom!” (Y/N) squeaked, almost tripping over her feet in an effort to stay upright.

“Don’t mind your mother, she’s just really excited.” Steve chuckles, snagging the keys from the dish by the door.

“Where--Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked as the back door of the car was opened up and she was ushered inside.

“You’ll see.” Natasha assured before hopping into the front with Steve in the driver’s seat. “You know we love you, right?” She asked as Steve pulled out of the driveway and drove off down the road.

“Well… Yeah… Now I’m really worried.” She frowns, glancing at her father in the rearview mirror.

“Somewhere exciting.” He promised. “Now, no more questions.” He said in a stern tone, but his grin made it fall flat.

(Y/N) crossed her arms and sat back into her seat. Her eyes flickered out the window as she watched the trees, houses, and other objects pass her by. Just when she was about to ask again where they were going, the park was in sight.

“Wait--Wait are we--” (Y/N) stuttered out, cutting herself off to get a better view of the park before she looked back to her parents who were smiling. “Oh my god! We are!!” She exclaims, feeling this swell of happiness practically trying to burst from her chest.

“We are.” Steve confirmed with a chuckle as he turned into the parking space and shut off the car. “This is for you, (Y/N). We hope today can make you happy.” He explains as (Y/N) looks between them before smiling softly.

“Thank you, I mean… I would have been fine with just spending time with you.” She assures.

“Yeah, but this way I get to kick your dad’s ass at games!” Natasha exclaims, making (Y/N) giggle.

“As if!” Steve huffs. “You think you can defeat someone with super soldier serum in their veins?” He narrowed his eyes playfully.

“You two are so weird sometimes.” (Y/N) said around her laughter before she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. “Come on! I wanna go in!” She exclaims as Natasha and Steve got out of the car and followed after her.

(Y/N) was practically bouncing the entire way to the ticket booth. She was so happy to be able to spend time with her parents and not have to worry about anything. Her brain was finally quieting down as they stepped into the park, the sounds of screams of laughter grew louder.

“So, which ride do you want to start with?” Steve asked, looking at (Y/N) who looked back to him with a smile. “You chose, sweetheart. Whichever one you want. We’ll ride them all if we have to.” He grins as Natasha walks up and loops her arm with her daughter’s.

“Race ya to the space ride!” (Y/N) exclaims, rushing off with her mom, laughing as Steve was left sputtering in the background.

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Sleepless in the Tower (Request)

Prompt: Can I request a Tony Stark x reader migraine or insomnia where he has to help her? Thank you so much!!--winterreader-nowwriter

Requester: @winterreader-nowwriter

Note: Mentions of kidnapping, torture, thoughts of suicide, etc. If any of these can trigger you, please do not read.

Pairing: Reader x Tony Stark (Platonic)

Words: 1945

The glare of red numbers in the dark room served as a reminder that she should be asleep, yet here she was, wide awake. Her eyes watched slowly as the numbers switched to a later time in the night. She gritted her teeth before tossing aside the blankets. She was definitely not going to sleep any time soon, snagging her phone on the way out of her room.

Her bare feet were cold on the wooden floorboards, but she pressed on to the living room that was just as dark as the rest of her apartment. She pulled up her phone before looking up ways to help her fall asleep that didn’t require her to take medicine for it.

“Okay, okay. Warm milk…” She suddenly gagged at the thought before shaking her head. “Um… Relax yourself… Who the fuck would--” She cut herself off before sighing. She pinched the bridge of her nose before setting down her phone on the counter.

None of those would work for her. She hadn’t been sleeping well since her last mission with Hydra. They had taken her and let’s just say that it wasn’t pretty when she came back out thanks to Shield.

“Miss. (L/N), might I offer you to go to the penthouse. Master Stark is there watching a movie, perhaps that would help with your insomnia.” Friday explains, causing her to jolt for a moment.

“Hm, yeah, I guess I could go for a movie.” She mumbles softly, rubbing at her chin. “Alright, I’ll be up in two.” She comments before going back to her room and snagging her favorite throw blanket.

The elevator was quieter than usual which in hindsight was a little weird, but she chose to ignore it as it took her up to the penthouse. The doors opened smoothly before she stepped off and walked towards the open area of the living room. Her eyes locked onto Tony who was leaning back against the couch, eye glue to the tv.

“Hey,” She called softly as Tony turned his head to look over to (Y/N). “What are you watching?” She asked.

“Some random Youtube videos. Why are you up? It’s almost four in the morning.” Tony glanced down at his watch before looking back to her with a tilt of his head.

“I could ask you the same question you know. Besides, you didn’t answer my question.” (Y/N) comments before thumping down onto the other side of the couch. “Ooh, I love watching people make things.” She pulls up her feet and tucks them under the blanket.

“Well, darling, you didn’t answer my question either. Guess we are both disappointed.” Tony comments back, batting his lashes as (Y/N) snorts softly.

“I’m not tired.” She mumbles before turning her attention back to the tv.

“Is this because of your last mission?” Tony asked quietly, causing (Y/N)’s eyes to glaze over, but she continued to face the tv. “I know you aren’t talking to anyone about it. Look, I know that you are tough and you grew up in a rough home, but (Y/N), you don’t have to hold your emotions in like this. We are here for you.” He promised.

“I just… Talking about it makes it real.” She croaked out, voice sounding rough from the unshed tears that glittered in the light of the tv.

“No, talking about it means that you survived.” He comments, moving closer to her.

“Did I? Because some days it doesn’t feel like I did. Maybe a part of me died there. Maybe all of me died there and I’m just a shell of who I used to be.” She whispered back.

“That’s possible, but that doesn’t mean that part of you is gone forever. You just have to work through all the bad stuff. You gotta start by forgiving yourself for what you couldn’t control.” He explains softly as she looks at him.

“What--What do you mean?” She tilts her head gently.

“I mean, you need to understand that you did everything that you could to escape. You did everything you could to protect others who didn’t even know you while trying to escape death at the hands of Hydra. You need to forgive yourself for the things you couldn’t do.” He looked down to his hands with a grim expression.

“You are talking from experience.” She mumbles softly.

“I am. Of course I am. I mean, I’m Tony Stark, Iron man. I’m going to make enemies, it’s inevitable. That being said, I did get captured, just like you. But I used that experience to make me stronger. Every time I modify the team’s gear it’s because I don’t want the same thing happening to them. I’ve put chips in their gear so they can be tracked.” He explains as her eyes widen slightly.

(Y/N) looked down to her hands, picking at the skin around her nails. “I don’t know if I can forgive myself right now.” She whispered softly.

“Survivor’s guilt.” Tony comments, looking at her as she frowns before looking up to him.

“Survivor’s guilt?” She asked.

“It essentially means, you feel horrible because you survived when others didn't. You feel like it should have been you who perished and not them.” Tony comments as (Y/N)’s eyes start to water.

“There were kids…” She whispered softly.

“Yes, because Hydra doesn’t care who lives and who dies; just as long as their mission is complete.” Tony explains quietly. “But (Y/N), you can’t blame yourself for those who died. I know this sounds difficult to say, but you have to live for them.” He scooted closer and took one of her hands into his own.

“How can I?” She asked.

“By making sure that you survive, by helping others who need you. It’s easy to say you will die for them and mean it, but it’s completely different to say you will live for someone.” He squeezed her hand gently before smiling.

“Heh, thanks, Tony. I just… So much is going on in my head right now, I don’t know how to silence the voices.” She sighs.

“Sometimes you can’t. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be a day where they finally stop. The only thing I can say is… Don’t listen to the voice that tells you that you are worthless. Don’t listen to the voice that tells you the world would be better off without you. And Don’t listen to the voice that tells you to end your life.” He explains quietly.

(Y/N) felt the hot tears slowly trailing down her face as she felt Tony pulling her into his chest. She sobs against him, moving closer to the warmth and scent of him. She felt herself calming down as he rubbed a hand across her shoulders to soothe out the emotions that were bursting from inside her.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” She repeated like a mantra.

Tony knew that it wasn’t him that she was apologizing too; it was for all the poor souls that she couldn’t save. He held her close to him as he felt his own eyes start to burn from the sounds of her heartbreaking sobs. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He promised, unsure of what else to say at that moment.

Her sobs died down to small hiccups of breath as she felt a heavy weight of tiredness seep into her bones. She felt safe for the first time in what seemed like forever. “Sorry…” She mumbles, this time it was directed at Tony; maybe it was meant for the tears now staining his shirt, or maybe it was the fact that he saw her so emotionally raw that she felt the need to apologize.

“Don’t be. We can’t control our emotions sometimes, but I know that holding them in isn’t good. Even if you think that you are alone, you aren’t. All of us are here. We are all rooting for you, (Y/N); We’ll always be in your corner.” He assures softly.

“ I know, it just is hard sometimes.” She whispered as he chuckled quietly.

“If it was easy, maybe the world would be more understanding. But it’s not. When you are ready to open up and talk more on this.. My door is always open. No matter what I’m doing, or where I am. I’ll drop everything to make sure you know that you are heard, that your voice is heard.” He promised as she felt more tears drip down her face.

“Thank you, Tony.” She slowly pulled away, wiping at her eyes as she looked at him. “I think… I think I’ll be ready soon, but not right now.” She mumbles.

“And that’s okay, (Y/N). You may not have said a lot, but you made more progress tonight, right here with me, than you have in months.” He points out as she tilts her head. “I know it doesn’t seem like you have, but you have. Making progress could be something as little as coming out of your room to something as big as finally coping with what happened.

“However, everyone makes their own steps at their own pace. Even if it takes years for you to even make that little step, that is still progress. I think everyone tends to forget about the small steps. Everyone gets praised for the big steps, the leaps, but you have to start small before you can move forward.” He explains.

“Why aren’t you a therapist?” She blurts out before suddenly giggling as Tony chuckles softly.

“Are you kidding me? My methods of coping are a bottle in one hand and a wrench in the other. I’d be the worst therapist. I’d probably tell people to go fight their problems.” He explains.

“Well, I have to say, Doc, you helped me tonight and you didn’t even tell me to fight anyone.” She smirks at him.

“Touche.” He smiles softly before nudging her. “You feeling better?” He asked as she nodded before wiping away the drying tear stains.

“Yeah, I am.” She mumbles before suddenly yawning, causing Tony to chuckle.

“Might wanna go to bed, that tiredness will go away if you don��t catch it.” He points out.

“What about you?” She frowns.

“I’m not tired yet, but don’t let me stop you.” Tony assured before jolting when a pillow was slapped between his legs. “What are you--” He was cut off by (Y/N) laying down on said pillow.

“You told me it won’t last for long. If I stand up, I might lose it.” She reasoned as Tony rolled his eyes.

“If you wanted between my legs, all you had to do was ask.” Tony smirks.

“In your dreams, Stark. In your dreams.” She said around a yawn before her eyes fluttered shut. “You wish that I would want to be between your legs.” She giggles tiredly.

“Yeah right!” He laughs before looking down to see her breathing softly. He realized that she was asleep already.

Tony sighed before pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over her. He rubbed at her shoulders in a soothing manner, watching her sleep for a few moments. He smiles softly at how peaceful she looked sleeping before he turned his attention back on the movie.

He had missed a good portion of it, but knowing that she was asleep because of him, he wasn’t too upset about it. He turned down the volume to make sure she could sleep while he watched the remaining time of his movie.

That was the first time in months that (Y/N) had slept through the entire night.

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Me:*Popping back up on my followers timeline like I wasn’t gone for over a year*

My followers:

(I don’t own these gifs, I just wanted to get a little laugh out of some people lol)

#I actually posted #I know it’s been forever #i’m a terrible person #but I’m back!#ish??#I still have school #and internship now #YALL pray for me

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Trapped in here with you. (Request)

Prompt: Can I request a Loki x reader claustrophobia? Maybe he helps calm her down? Thank you in advance--winterreader-nowwriter

Requester: @winterreader-nowwriter

Words: 1445

Author’s note: Panic attack due to claustrophobia. Mentions of slight abuse from sibling. Be warned.

It was a normal day at the tower. There was no doom’s day dangling over their heads, so everyone was enjoying the time off. Loki had just been finally deemed an Avenger after a long and perilous battle against the others and Nick, but they finally trusted him. (Y/N) had joined the Avengers a few years before Loki did, and they were practically inseparable the moment Loki came into the tower to stay.

“Alright, we’re going to the store to get food to make tonight. Anyone need anything?” (Y/N) called, walking towards the elevator, checking to make sure she had her wallet with her cards. She glanced up to see Loki standing next to her before looking back to the others who were lounging across the couches of the living room.

“Nah, but we’ll call if we think of something.” Tony called, not taking his eyes off the TV.

“Snacks! Any and all flavors!” Clint called as (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Should have known.” She comments to Loki who snorts quietly.

“But of course, that man lives on junk food.” He points out. “As does my brother,” He glanced at Thor who was leaning forward to watch the action on the screen.

“Come on, we should get going. The faster we get back.” (Y/N) explains before stepping onto the elevator with Loki. “Alright, I was thinking about making something like a salad, lasagne, and breadsticks?” She looks at him before hitting the first floor button.

“Hm, that sounds like a good meal.” Loki comments before suddenly the elevator grinded to an abrupt halt. “What the hell?” He asked before pressing at a few of the buttons.

“What just happened?” (Y/N) asked, feeling this burning sensation flood her stomach as she looked at Loki.

“Well, it seems the elevator has stopped.” Loki points out, glancing to her like she should know that that is obvious.

“I know that, I meant why did it stop!” She exclaims; probably a tad harsh than she had intended. “I--I’m sorry.” She stuttered out.

(Y/N) jolted when her phone started to ring before she immediately pulled it out. Tony’s name flashed across the screen as she answered it and put it on speaker so Loki could hear him too.

“Are you guys alright?” Tony asked. “The power went out throughout the entire city. I forgot to fix the backup generator the last time we had a bad black out. I should have it up and running in about a half an hour.” He assures.

“Take your time, Anthony. We aren’t going anywhere.” Loki comments before looking up to (Y/N) who was shaking softly. He frowned before putting them on mute. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked, stepping closer as she stepped back.

“I--I need to get out of here… I can’t--I can’t breathe. There’s not enough air.” She gasps, feeling tears flood her eyes. Her chest tightens so painfully that she feels like it's about to cave in.

Loki’s eyes widened at the sight of her before he surged forward and caught her as her legs buckled. “By the gods, (Y/N), look at me! What’s happening?” He asked as her nails dug into his shoulders, causing a burning prickling sensation to bloom where they broke through skin.

“Space--Space.” She tried to gesture around the small space, but it was more like she was flapping her hands awkwardly.

“You mean… Oh, oh what do mortals call it? A phobia, right?” Loki asked as (Y/N) jerked her head up and down once. “Damn, okay, you’re having an attack… A panic attack. Alright, how do you normally make them stop?” He asked as she curled in on herself before they both slid down onto the floor.

“Hurts… Chest.” She gasps between breathing, trying to croak out an answer for him, but her throat felt like there was a lump the size of a basketball in her throat.

Loki sat down before pulling her back against his chest. He held her hands against her chest, not constricting her, but more keeping her secure. He swallows softly, feeling their thundering hearts were practically beating as one.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here.” Loki promised before rocking them gently. “I need you to breathe for me, (Y/N). I need you to try and breathe.” He whispered as her mouth opened, but no sound came out aside from a choked off sob. “We are going to get out of here.” He promised.

“Sorry--I’m sorry.” She forced out of her raw throat. She hated people seeing her like this, but she couldn’t stop herself. She could thank her sister for the claustrophobia; from pushing her into a dark closet and holding the door to putting a pillow over her face so she couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t be. You can’t control this.” Loki whispered before grabbing her phone that had dropped to the floor during the peak of her attack. “Is anyone still there?” Loki asked, unmuting them.

“Yeah, Tony almost has it fixed. Is everything alright?” Steve asked.

“We’re alright, but tell Anthony to hurry. We need to get out of here.” Loki explains.

“Alright, I’ll see how far Tony is from finishing.” Steve assures before Loki muted the phone again.

“You know, this reminds me of what it felt like to be in my chamber when I was young.” Loki whispered as (Y/N)’s teary gaze locked into his own. “It was always dark and cold. I hated it, but Odin refused to give me a room closer to theirs.” He explains softly.

“I’m sorry.” She slurred slightly, sounding more like herself as she snuggled closer to his chest.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I just wanted you to know that… I’m scared of the dark.” He whispered softly, face heating up at his confession.

“I’m scared of small spaces because my sister would push me into a closet and hold the doorknob. I cried and screamed for my mom while she just laughed. I think there’s a part of me that resents my sister for that.” She whispered softly as Loki’s eyes softened.

“Sounds like your sister sucks. Well, maybe now when you think of small spaces, you’ll think of this moment.” Loki smiles softly to her as (Y/N) smiles back before nodding. “How are you feeling?” Loki asked, brushing a hand up her back to soothe her.

“A lot better than I was a little bit ago. I just really wanna get out of here.” She whispered softly before she turned in his hold and held onto him. Her eyes squeezed shut, allowing the last few drops of tears to flood down her itchy face.

“It’s going to be alright, I’m not going anywhere.” He promised before sighing.

“Wait, can’t you teleport?” (Y/N) asked, pulling back to see him. She squinted her eyes in the darkness to see his face a little more.

“I can, but only I can teleport. I wasn’t going to leave you here all by yourself.” He explains.

“Oh, well thanks. I’m glad you were here.” She mumbles softly.

“Rest assured, Anthony should be done with the generator soon. He’s working hard.” Loki smiles.

Just as (Y/N) opened her mouth, the hum of the elevator started up and the lights flickered on. She glanced up, flinching at the sharp pain that stabbed her eyes. Her panic attack made her sensitive to sounds and brightness.

“Alright guys, I got it up and running!” Tony grins as the elevator starts to take them down to the first floor. “Should be alright now. Everyone still okay?” He asked.

“We’re fine, Anthony. Thank you.” Loki explains before hanging up the phone and setting it back down. They were quiet as the elevator zipped down to the first floor.

The moment the doors opened, (Y/N) scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the elevator. Loki snagged her phone before stepping off onto solid ground. He watched (Y/N) lean against the wall with a hand over her heart to calm herself down again.

“Next time, I’m taking stairs. I don’t care if I have to run up over a hundred flights of stairs. I’d rather my calves be screaming than my head.” She huffs as Loki chuckles before leaning against the wall beside her. “That was awful.” She rubbed at her aching head.

“Well, it could have been worse.” Loki comments softly as she looks at him before smiling.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Come on, let’s go see what happened to make the power go out so we can get food.” She explains as Loki followed her out the door.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki marvel #Loki x Reader #x Reader #Reader x Loki #Reader insert #Panic attacks #claustrophobia #trapped in an elevator #Loki is a bean #fluff #angst #they are just friends #Hurt/comfort

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The beast’s beauty (Request)

Prompt: Hey! Can I request a Bruce Banner/Hulk x reader fic where everyone (including Bruce) is shocked that the reader actually connects with the Hulk and can chat with him and they love each other as well? I feel like everyone tries to get rid of the Hulk instead of trying to understand that he has feeling too--jelly-fishy-babie

Requester: @jelly-fishy-babie

Words: 3210

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide attempt. It’s really quick, but I still want to warn in case.

There was a loud ringing that seemed to drill within Bruce’s ear. Everything in his body felt like one pulsing throb that made a groan of agony rumble from his chest. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the blurriness that had filmed over his irises.

“Bruce, Jesus Christ, are you okay?” That was Tony’s worried voice coming grainy through the suit’s helmet. “Bruce, come on, talk to me,” Tony demanded.

Bruce opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His throat was dry and his head felt like a watermelon that had been split open. He slowly turned his head, not wanting to jolt the aching muscles of his neck too much. His eyes finally locked onto the Iron Man suit kneeling beside him when Tony’s face palate lifted up to reveal the look of complete relief on the Billionaire’s face.

“What--What happened?” Bruce finally croaked out after a few minutes of getting his brain to turn back on.

“You got hit with a magical blast from the enchantress. She split you and the Hulk into two people.” He explains as Bruce’s eyes widened.

“What?” He sat up immediately before groaning at the sharp ache that settled over him.

“Easy, easy. You fell pretty hard. Thor, Capiscle, Legolas, and Black Widow are trying to get the Hulk. I came to make sure you were alive.” Tony explains as Bruce swiped at the drying blood on his lower lip.

He hissed gently when he realized the lip was split open and now fresh blood was dripping down his chin. “Take me… Take me back to the lab.” He slurs slightly. He always hated the sight of his own blood. Now that it was red again… He made every fiber of his being shudder.

“Yeah, You’ve definitely got some broken ribs,” Tony comments before helping Bruce stand. “Whoa,” He caught Bruce who slumped against him heavily.

“Sorry, legs feel like jello. I’m probably going to blackout again. As much as I don’t like that, it’s inevitable.” Bruce explains.

“Don’t fear, Brucie-Bear. I got you.” Tony picked him up as Bruce rolled his eyes.

“My hero.” He comments drily, causing Tony to outright cackle before he flew off back towards the tower.

“Steve, I got Bruce and I’m taking him back to the tower. He’s not in good condition. How’s wrangling up the beast going?” He asked, curling his body towards to avoid hitting a building.

“We are calming him down so that we can take him down now. We should be joining you in about ten minutes. Is Dr. Banner okay?” Steve answered back, blocking debris that blasted from the Hulk throwing debris at Thor who smashed it with Mjolnir.

“Alright, good luck. And as for Bruce.” Tony glanced down to see Bruce blacking out. “To be determined.” He comments before flying faster.

It took a few hours, but Bruce was resting comfortably, well unconsciously, but comfortably. He had a lot of damage during the fall, but they had acted quickly and were able to repair the more lethal damage before it became fatal.

Tony was standing outside Bruce’s room when he heard the footsteps of the other Avengers coming towards him. “Were you able to detain the Hulk?” He asked.

“Yes, he’s in proper containment,” Natasha explains before looking into the room through the glass window. “How bad?” She asked quietly.

“He’s gonna be okay. There was a good amount of damage, but he didn’t have the Hulk to break his fall so…” Tony shrugs.

“The Hulk isn’t stable on his own. He’ll get angry. He’ll get bigger.” Steve comments with a grim expression.

“You gonna tell Bruce that he has to shove a pump that will be connected to the Hulk into his neck so that he can turn back into the beast that everyone fears?” Tony demanded.

“What? Where is this coming from? You know that Bruce won’t survive without the Hulk. He probably still has gamma rays within his bloodstream. Without the Hulk to help combat it, Dr. Banner will die.” Steve comments back.

“You should have seen his face when I told him that he and the Hulk had been split into two different beings. There was hope there.” Tony explains with a look of despair.

“Of course he had hope. He finally thought he could live a normal life without the Hulk looming over him.” Natasha explains before turning back to them. “But now we get to rip that away from him… But telling him that he’ll die if he doesn’t reunite with the Hulk.” She sighs before leaning back against the glass.

“He doesn’t have a choice, Tony.” Clint comments.

“Why not? Why can’t we get rid of the gamma rays still in his system? Why not learn to control the Hulk so Bruce can live a normal life? Doesn’t he deserve that?” Tony gestured around to them all.

“Yes, he does, but… this is his life now. He chose to live this way.” Clint points out.

“No, he didn’t,” Steve commented as they all looked at him. “He told us that he took a gun to his mouth and the other guy spit it back out. He didn’t choose this life, but can we be sure that he’ll survive this? Can we be entirely sure that without the gamma rays, Dr. Banner will be able to live his life?” He asked Tony.

“I--No, there’s a more than likely chance he could die without the gamma rays since it’s been within his body for a good portion of his life now,” Tony comments quietly.

“I know you mean well, Tony. I know that it’s hard. One of us can get a chance of getting out of this mess…? It’s understandable that you would want to help them, but we have to let Dr. Banner decide.” Steve comments.

“You know he’ll ask for death, right?” Natasha asked, glancing up to Steve.

“We just have to trust that Bruce will make the right call for himself and for the world.” He whispered back with a serious expression.

“Doctor said Bruce wouldn’t wake up until at least tomorrow. We should all get some sleep. It is pretty late in the night.” Tony comments, eyes falling back onto Bruce.

“You too, Tony.” Steve had a soft smile spread across his face. “You can’t do anything for him for now. And you’re useless when you are tired.” He teased light-heartedly.

“Hardy-Har-Har.” Tony snorts, causing the other members to grin back at him. “But you’re right. I’m going to go back to my room, but I asked to be updated if Bruce wakes up in the night at all.” He comments.

They all stood outside the door awkwardly, waiting for the first one to leave when Steve cleared his throat.

“Why don’t we all just… stay down here? I’m sure we can get blankets or something?” He questioned.

“An excellent idea.” Tony clapped his hands together. “Stay here. We’ll be back.” He dragged Steve off to gather supplies for them to camp out in front of Bruce’s room.

Bruce had a dreamless sleep, and when he finally woke up a few hours later all he could hear was the rhythmic beat of his own heart on the monitor beeping away. He slowly turned his head from one side to the next trying to remember what happened last.

Enchantress. Separated from Hulk.

Bruce’s mind clicked all the pieces as he sat up slowly. His body was healing thanks to his mutated blood, but he wasn’t a fast healer like Thor, Steve, or Spiderman. At the end of the day, he was still human.

“Dr. Banner, you’re awake.” A surprised voice comments as he looks up to see a nurse standing there. “Do you need anything? A drink?” She questioned.

“Water, please?” He asked as she nods before going over to the other side of the room for the pitcher of ice water.

“How are you feeling? You took a mighty fall.” She explains as Bruce nods.

“I’m alive, I guess. Tell me, did they… did they find the Hulk?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, they successfully retrieved the Hulk. He’s contained at the moment. He had to be sedated in order to get him here, but he’s here.” She assures, walking back over to him with a cup of water.

“Okay.” He comments before taking the cup from her. “Thank you, I… I’m fine.” He gulps down the water quickly as she looks over his wounds.

“You’re lucky to be alive honestly. That fall should have killed you.” She points out when Bruce snorts bitterly.

“Trust me, It’s not luck at this point.” He whispered, handing the cup back over.

“What do you mean? You don’t have the Hulk with you. Honestly, you should be dead.” She frowns.

“And yet, here I am. It’s the leftover gamma rays pumping in my blood. They protected me like they do the big guy from bullets, explosions, et cetera.” He gestures, causing the frown on her face to deep.

“You truly believe you are cursed?” She questioned.

“I don’t believe it. I know. Everyone tells me how lucky I should feel that he saved me from death, but does it look like I feel lucky. I had a monster just underneath my skin. And if one little thing set me off… I could destroy cities easily. I’ve hurt people. But hey, I have powers.” He laughs ironically.

Her eyes softened gently before she nodded. “I’m sorry, Dr. Banner.”

“Don’t be. Your sorry isn’t going to change anything.” He whispered softly. “Where are the others?” He asked.

“Outside the door, sleeping. They’ve been waiting for an update for a few hours.” She gestures to the glass as Bruce turned to see that all of them were leaning against Steve who was leaning against the wall. Natasha was resting with her head on Steve’s stomach while Clint and Tony both took a shoulder.

Bruce smiled softly before looking at her. “You can tell them that I’m awake.” He explains as she nods. His eyes fluttered shut when she walked out of the room, allowing himself a moment of peace before the others would come inside.

“Bruce,” Tony came up to the bed with the others behind him. “Are you okay? I can’t believe you’re awake already.” He comments more in shock than anything.

“I’m fine,” Bruce assured before sighing. “So, how long do I have until I have to reunite with him?” He asked quietly.

“I--Do you not what to?” Tony tilted his head to get a better look at Bruce.

“You already know the answer to that, Tony. I don’t know why you’d think the answer would be any different.” Bruce sighed, laying back down onto the bed as his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

“Bruce, you don’t have to do this,” Tony assured. “We can think of something. Even if you have to spend a little time in a contained area. We can do this.” He bent down, taking Bruce’s hand.

“Tony,” Steve warned softly. “We talked about this.”

“No, we didn’t. We decided to let Bruce decide! Natasha said he’d off himself and you said he’d just roll-over! But not me! I’m offering him a choice to actually live away from all of this!” He exclaims.

“Or it’d fail and kill him,” Steve comments darkly. “Or maybe it doesn’t, maybe it works for what maybe four months, five? And then he just croaks? And the one person who can calm the Hulk is dead?” He demanded.

“We can figure something out to control him. Is no one even trying to look at other options?” He resorts, tossing his hands in the air.

No one was looking at Bruce who suddenly had tears flooding down his face. Tony wanted to try so hard for him, it was slowly making the ache in his chest lift. He smiles softly before reaching out a hand and taking one of Tony’s flailing hands into his own.

“Tony, Tony, look at me.” He laughs quietly as they all look at him. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not… I’m not upset anymore. But thank you, for trying.”

“But--” Tony was cut off when the door to Bruce’s room slammed opening, causing them all to jolt before looking over to see (Y/N), Bruce’s fiance.

“Bruce!” She exclaims, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, you’re okay.” She whispered in relief before hugging him tightly. The others moved so she could be by his side.

“I’m sorry, I’m okay.” He promised, rubbing soothingly at her back to calm her.

“Nick called me. He said you got hurt. It took me forever to get here.” She mumbles softly. “I’m so sorry, I--I should have never left…” She stuttered out when Bruce offered a smile to her.

“It’s okay. I’m going to be okay. We just gotta figure out how to calm the big guy long enough for us to be united again. I don’t know how we’ll do that though.” He sighs, rubbing at his aching head.

“Let me talk to him.” (Y/N) comments softly.

“What? No, not a chance.” Bruce frowns at her.

“Why not? The Hulk is a part of you, I know you don’t always accept him, or understand him, but I do.” She promised. “The only one who is going to calm him down is me.” She explains as Bruce sighs before leaning into her touch.

“Alright, Steve, could you go with her? Just… Just in case.” Bruce asked softly.

“Bruce, I’m not five. I can handle him.” She comments with a slight huff.

“No offense Ma’am, but Dr. Banner is right. This Hulk is far worse than what you are used to. This is just a precautionary measure to make sure you are safe. If you are correct about being the only one who can calm him down, then we need you.” Steve explains.

“Fine,” She mumbles softly. “I’ll be back, okay?” She asked before leaning down and kissing Bruce gently.

“Be careful… I love you.” He whispered as she smiled before nodding.

“I love you too.” She assures before following Steve down to the holding chambers. “I hope he’s okay.” She whispered softly as Steve frowned, glancing at her.

Just as he opened his mouth, the doors opened and (Y/N) rushed out to find the Hulk. She gasps at the sight of him in chains to keep him at bay.

The moment (Y/N) came up to the glass, her eyes softened at the sight of the Hulk panting harshly. She placed her hand onto the cold, smooth surface before sighing shakily.

“Hulk?” She asked quietly as Steve watched with baited breath for the Hulk to freak out and slam his fists against the floor to scare them off.

However, no such thing happened.

Hulk’s head perked up at the sound of her voice before he turned to face her. He slowly crawled over to her, the chains allowing him to do so before sitting down in front of the glass. He placed one giant, green hand onto the glass over her own.

“Hey babe, long day?” She asked with a watery smile. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” She sighs before placing her forehead against the holding ceil.

“Glad you are here.” Hulk grunted out. “Others scare Hulk.” He shakes his head violently as if trying to get the thoughts out of his head.

“I know they do, that’s because they do not understand you like I do.” She whispered. “I love you.” She opens her eyes and looks up to him.

“Hulk loves you.” He promised with a twisted expression of agony. He wanted to touch her and hold her close, but he couldn’t. In the eyes of everyone else, he was seen as a monster.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get this all figured out, and then will go home.” She promised him. “Okay? Maybe we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.” She smiles.

Steve was staring between the two in disbelief. The fact that this seemed like a private moment that he was invading in on seemed to appall him. He frowns before stepping back and leaving the room to give them their space.

“Tony, could you pull up the holding cell on the monitor?” Steve asked as he walked into the room where the others were.

“Why? What’s going on?” Tony asked, snagging his tablet and pulling up the footage. They all turned their heads to see (Y/N) standing in front of the Hulk.

“I’m sorry they hurt you. I’m sorry I left. I knew I shouldn’t have… Something felt wrong.” She sighs softly.

“No, dreams make you happy. Hulk likes you happy.” He assures before she looked up to him.

“Not at the cost of losing you and Bruce. I love both of you. I know Bruce doesn’t always care for you, but I’m so thankful to have you, Hulk. We’re gonna get through this like we always do. Maybe then we can all get away from this shit show for a while, huh? Just you, me, and Bruce somewhere nice and quiet?” She offers as the Hulk’s eyes lull softly at the thought of being anywhere with her.

Bruce was silent at the sight of both halves of him coming together like this. Something in him finally realized that the Hulk held emotions just like he did. His eyes softened before he glanced down to his hands. He couldn’t believe that (Y/N) truly loved all of him. He knew exactly what he had to do, and suddenly reuniting with the Hulk didn’t seem so scary anymore considering he had (Y/N) to keep both of them sane.

(Y/N) looked around before she found the control switch. “Okay big guy, I’m gonna get shit for this later.” She giggles before she has the door unlock slowly. She stepped up the small flight of stairs before she opened the door slowly, slipping inside as the door relocks.

Bruce sat up from shock as they all looked to the monitor in disbelief. They watched her unlock his chains before surging up into his arms. She laughed warmly as the Hulk held her like she was something precious.

“We’re gonna be okay.” She promised. “I love you and Bruce so much. I don’t want to lose either of you. I know that he doesn’t want to be reunited with you… But I wish they all could see you like I do. Maybe one day.” She whispered.

“One day.” Hulk agreed. “First Bruce needs to get better. Then Hulk and him reunite.” He explains, mashing his hands together. “Then we all leave together.” He grins.

Bruce felt his lips tug into a soft smile before he looked down to his hands again. Maybe he wasn’t so cursed after all. Maybe it’s time he and the Hulk sat down and talked… Maybe he could be normal with the Hulk and (Y/N) at his side. Maybe… just maybe, he could see the Hulk in the same light that (Y/N) seems him in. She loves both of them obviously, it’s possible he just didn’t want to accept it.

“It seems I was wrong.” Bruce comments out loud.

#Bruce Banner x Reader #Hulk x Reader #x Reader #Reader insert #hulk fluff #hulk feels #Reader calms the Hulk #fluff #Sciencebros moments #Tony is trying to be a good friend #Avenger friends #all the love #all the fluff #some angst #minor angst #possible trigger warning #READ WITH CAUTION #read author's note

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the-shield-of-infinity-writing · 3 years

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Naturally Desctructable (Request)

Note: This is straight-up Dark. There’s of torture and abuse. If this isn’t something you want... This isn’t the fic for you! I didn’t use the lyrics technically, but I used them to create the story. I hope that makes sense! Thanks for reading!

Words: 3200

Prompt: Hey I have a request! Steve x Daughter!reader[set during/after The Winter Soilder]. Using lyrics from the song Natural by Imagine dragon for this. Steve was so focused on trying to find Bucky that he cast away his own daughter. Hydra captured her and made her the next Winter soilder she was a natural born fighter. During CW she comes back into play to retrieve Bucky and that's when Steve sees what happened.--thekillingjoke-haha

Request by: @thekillingjoke-haha

(Y/N) Rogers never expected her father to abandon her the moment someone from his past decided to pop their little head out of nowhere. Steve always had time for her, and if he didn’t he made sure he knew that she was safe, but then Bucky came to be and suddenly she’d wait for hours if not days to receive a response from her father. Sadly, most of the time they were short answers and she couldn’t even remember the last time Steve told her that he loved her.

“Hey Dad, this is like the fifth message I’ve sent. I called the others, but none of them have heard from you. I just… Please call me so I know you’re okay.” She mumbles softly, biting her lip as she sighed. “I love you, I’ll uh… I’ll talk to you later.” She explains before hanging up the phone.

She walked back to the tower from school, exhausted both from all the homework piling up, but also from the emotional part from her father neglecting her. The moment the elevator doors opened at the penthouse, (Y/N) skidded to a halt at the sight in front of her.

Steve was standing there, talking to Natasha like he hadn’t been missing for almost an entire week. It made an ache slowly bloom in her chest as she walked up to him before suddenly she felt shy to actually talk to him, her own father.

“Dad,” She mumbles as Steve turned to face her. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling like three times a day.” She explains.

“I told you that I was looking for Bucky. I need to focus on finding him.” Steve points out, like that should be obvious. “I came back to see if Natasha had some intel, but I’m leaving soon.” He walked towards the kitchen as (Y/N) followed him like a little shadow.

“But you just got back, can’t you spend five minutes with your own daughter?” She asked softly with a huff.

“(Y/N), I need to find Bucky. He could be hurt or worse. I promise the moment I bring him back, we’ll do whatever you want, okay?” He asked as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Yeah, sure, Dad.” She whispered before stepping back. She tilted her head down so Steve didn’t see the tears forming in her eyes. She walked out of the kitchen, going back to her room.

The moment the doo, (Y/N) was sliding down the wall as she gritted her teeth to force back the burning sob that was trying to escape her throat. The lump felt like she was trying to swallow down a baseball, but somehow she had managed to keep the sounds at bay. She slumped back in defeat as she tilted her head to look up at the ceiling, staring off into the abyss as her world slowly began to fall apart.

“I miss you, Mom. It was so much easier when you were around.” She whispered quietly. “Why did you have to leave us?” She asked before she angrily wiped away her tears and stood up. “Fine, I don’t need him. I mean he was only in my life for the last few years.” She comments to herself as she began to pace back and forth. “Whatever.” She huffs before crawling onto her bed and falling asleep not long after.

Steve had left and (Y/N) did not receive a goodbye from him. She only knew he was gone when she came out for something to eat and saw the living room empty. She didn’t care right now, her head felt like it was going to explode, with her heartbeat pulsing her skull like a drum.

“Hey kiddo, you hungry?” Tony’s voice asked as (Y/N) slowly looked up to see him exiting the kitchen.

“Um, yeah, I am actually.” She mumbles softly before walking over towards him.

“You okay?” Tony asked, frowning at the look of her bloodshot eyes.

“Yeah, just exhausted, but I’ll be fine.” She promised with a forced smile.

Tony didn’t believe her, but he gestured to the pizza he had just pulled from the oven. “You can help yourself to a few slices if you’re hungry.” He explains.

“Thanks, Tony.” She held a more genuine smile this time.

“Hey, if you ever need to talk about… your Dad just skips out constantly… I’m here. Trust me, I’m like the golden child for shitty Dads.” He grins, but (Y/N) didn’t laugh.

“Thanks again, Tony, but I’ll be okay.” She assured before taking a few pieces of pizza and a bottle of water before going back towards her bedroom. She felt a little guilty for pushing Tony away when he was actually trying to be a good person to her, but she was angry because it should be Steve, her father, being here for her.

It had been another few days since she saw or heard from her father. She glanced down at her phone, walking towards the bus station to get a ticket to go home when she felt someone following her.

Her heart began to pound against her chest as she glanced in the glass of the storefronts, but she couldn’t pinpoint out who it was. She started walking faster as she buried herself into the crowd, hoping to blend in and lose her pursuer. Just when she thought she had lost them, she felt a hand around her midsection and a gun pressed to the base of her spine.

“Scream, and I’ll kill you.” A deep voice whispered as (Y/N) gritted her teeth as she looked around to the others who were walking back and not noticing what was happening in front of them, or if they did, they chose not to make a comment.

(Y/N) was pulled out of the crowd before she was pushed into the back of a car. She turned ready to fight when the barrel of the gun came down onto her temple, causing her to blackout almost instantly.

“We have her, we are heading towards your location.” The man explains over the phone.

“Excellent, I want her in perfect condition. I have… plans for her.” Alexander comments before hanging up as he smirks.

Everything was going according to plan. He had planned for Steve to see Bucky, he wanted him to be distracted by his childhood friend so Alexander could get to (Y/N). He honestly didn’t expect it to run this smoothly, but Steve was so predictable that any pieces of his pasts were thought to be gold to him.

The moment the car arrived, Alexander was waiting to see his prize in the flesh. Brock opened the door to reveal an unconscious (Y/N), causing a smile to bloom across Alexander’s features. He patted Brock on the shoulder before looking up to him.

“Take her to the room. I want to start her training a little early. We are on a time crunch and I need to make sure she is completely ready to take down Captain America once and for all.” He explains to Brock who nods and picks her up before he starts to walk off.

“Do you want me to start at level ten?” Brock asked, glancing back to him.

“No, no I want to break her slowly. Start at three and make your way up to ten.” He explains as Brock nods again and walks off.

(Y/N) grunted as her eyes slowly fluttered open as she looked up to see Brock getting her strapped into a chair. “What the hell!” She demanded, struggling against the bonds as Brock grins to her.

“You ain’t going nowhere, Sweetheart. We have plans for you.” He explains before tightening the straps, making her flinch at the sharp bite of metal against her skin. It burned like a brand as she looked up to see a helmet like device that dangled over her head like a swinging pendulum.

“Why are you doing this?” (Y/N) asked softly, looking back to Brock.

“Because, you’re going to be our greatest creation. It’s all for the good of Hydra.” He grins as (Y/N) froze. She knew Hydra from her own father, but she had never been involved with anything that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Steve wanted her to live a normal life, and despite having the serum in her blood, she had never used it for anything before.

The doors opened and down stepped Alexander. “Is she ready?” He asked Brock as the two glanced over to see him.

“She is.” Brock shoved a musky-tasting towel into her mouth before jerking the device down over her head. “Stop struggling. It’ll be over soon.” He growled, stepping back to hand the remote to Alexander.

“It’s nothing personal, Miss Rogers. We just feel that you would be the perfect addition to the team. But first, we need a blank slate.” He shot her a wink before turning on the machine.

(Y/N) struggled harder before her muffled screams was the only sound that could be heard over the whirling gears. It felt like someone was slowly splitting open her skull and pouring hot metal down inside. Tears flooded down her face before she lost consciousness to the intense pain she had been put through to erase her memories.

It took a few times on the machine to make her a complete blank slate. When her eyes fluttered open, they were dull and lifeless like a robot ready to be programmed.

“Beautiful.” Alexander whispered in awe at the sight of her. “Your new name shall be the Arctic Fox. A cunning and beautiful creature that will take down the Avengers piece by piece. Starting with Captain America.” He explains, pulling out a picture for her to see.

The following weeks of training with Brock put (Y/N) through Hell, and that was putting it lightly. He broke her wrist twice while training her; she’s never seen that much of her own blood before. Still, with each wound that healed, she became stronger than before.

(Y/N) was on her knees, blood dripped down her panting mouth as Brock stood a few feet away from her with a glare. He had just taken her down for the third time just in this session alone. She spat up more blood before slowly looking up to him with the only good eye she could see from.

“Get up. You’re so pathetic. You have serum coursing through you, yet you can’t even land a good hit on a human.” Brock growled, trying to motivate her through verbal humiliation.

(Y/N) felt a pulse inside her body, screaming at her to get up, and she listened. Her shoes scraped against the cement as she stood up before surging forward as she smashed Brock in the face, causing his head to snap to the side. She landed her next hit to his ribs, digging her fist deep to make it hurt more.

Brock stumbled back, hitting the wall behind him as she followed after him. She pulled her leg up and kicked him in the lower torso, causing him to grunt out from the pain. Just as she was going to land another blow, she was pulled away by two Hydra soldiers. She snarled inhumanly as she tried to surge after him again.

“There we go.” Brock laughed, spitting a little blood to the side. “You may have potential yet.” He whispered. “Let her go. I wanna go a few more rounds today. She’s finally made some progress.” He explains to the others who let her go.

The fire in her eyes burned hotly as Brock smirks, pulling his fists up.

(Y/N) limped back to her room, but at least Brock was in a similar state. She flopped down onto the bed, looking up to the ceiling with a blank look. There were no thoughts in her head; she didn’t understand why.

The door of her bedroom opened to reveal Alexander stepping into the room. (Y/N) sat up immediately as Alexander sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Brock told me of your progress today. Might I say, I am very proud of you. Before you know it, we are going to make a difference.” He grins, patting her leg.

“Why am I doing this?” She asked quietly to him.

“Like I said, it’s to make a difference. Those Avengers are terrible people. They destroy more than they protect.” He explains with a grim expression. “That, my dear, is where you come in.” He smiles before standing up.

“Sir, there is something you need to see.” Brock comments, knocking on the open door frame as Alexander frowns before walking over to him.

“Sleep for now, your training continues tomorrow.” Alexander explains before closing the door. “What?” He demanded.

“The Winter Soldier has been captured. He is starting to remember his life before Hydra.” He explains as Alexander cursed quietly.

“He’ll need to be retrieved early. We will send her. Let us hope that her training will be sufficient to take him down.” He rubbed at his chin before glancing at him. “Make sure she is ready. We will send her out in three days.” He explains before storming off down the hallway.

Brock sighed before opening the door slightly to see (Y/N) was already asleep. He frowned, slightly worried that she was going to remember who her father was, then they would have to deal with three beefed up pains in his ass.

The serum did it’s magic and healed a lot of (Y/N)’s nastier wounds. She still was a little banged up, but she’s dealt with worse in the past few months with Hydra. Still, Brock treated her like a daughter, which some weird part of her craved. She enjoyed when he told her he was proud of her, but soon those emotions began to numb as the once golden heart inside turned wicked with ice.

“Do you remember the plan?” Alexander asked for what felt like the hundredth time within the span of ten maybe fifteen minutes.

“Yes, I remember the plan sir. Retrieve the soldier, but do not engage with Captain America. We will deal with him at a later date.” She reiterates as Alexander nods.

“Good, smart girl. Now, use any means of bringing him back. If you have to use force, then so be it.” Alexander growled. “He will be dealt with when you return him.” He explains as (Y/N) nods.

“I’ll be in the chopper waiting for you.” Brock whispered softly before she looked up to him. “Just get back to me as fast as you can.” He explains when he gathered their gear and tossed it into the helicopter.

Soon they were off, (Y/N) was looking down at her hands before glancing up to Brock who nudged at her.

“What’s going on, kid?” He asked before she shook her head.

“Nothing, I just wanna get this over with. I want to train more. I have to defeat the Avengers.” She whispered as Brock nodded.

“You will. You need more training, but if we have the Winter Soldier back on our side, then we will win against them for sure.” He explains before he heard the pilot telling them that they are close. “Remember, get the Winter Soldier. Okay? Nothing more, nothing less.” He growled softly.

(Y/N) nods before the helicopter lands. She stepped off onto the ground before placing in her comm to hear Brock’s voice over the sounds of the whirling blades. She held up her thumb before her piercing gaze scanned the area.

In the distance, she could hear the rumbling of explosions. “What the…” She trailed off before her eyes locked onto the Avengers fighting each other. “Seems this will be easier than I thought.” She comments before tilting her head to the side to crack her neck. “Target in sight.” She comments to Brock.

“Excellent. Bring our boy home.” Brock comments before the comms went silent.

(Y/N) noticed an opening when the Avengers were bickering with each other. She didn’t care about what, her main goal was Bucky who was standing next to Captain America. She pulled out her dual pistols and rushed forward, feeling her blood rushing through her veins. She was meant for fighting.

“Tony, I--” Steve was cut off when the first shot went past his head and connected with Bucky’s shoulder. He cried out as Steve froze before all eyes turned onto the masked vigilante that was rushing towards them. She blocked blows from both sides, her eyes were locked onto Bucky who jolted back, blocking her fist with his metal one.

“Who the hell is this?” Tony demanded as (Y/N) skidded after being hit by Bucky.

“I don’t know, but she seems to be a bigger threat right now than our issues.” Steve explains before pulling up his shield.

Surprisingly, (Y/N) held her own against all the Avengers, but then one of them had got the drop on her, blasting her in the face with their fist. Suddenly, her mask dropped off and her face was revealed as the entire team froze at the sight of one of their own staring back at them.

“(Y/N)...” Steve whispered in shock at the sight of her. “You… What happened to you?” He asked looking over at his daughter, but those cold eyes didn’t belong to his babygirl.

“Arctic Fox, come back, now.” Brock snarled into the comms.

“Who the hell is (Y/N)?” She demanded before shaking her head. “Doesn’t matter.” She hissed before kicking Steve back as she thrusted a syringe into Bucky’s neck. He gasps, dropping to his knees as she jerks him up into her arms.

She used their shock as a basis to get away. She pulled out a smoke bomb before throwing it down as she disappeared into the fog.

Steve coughed harshly as he swiped away the harsh smell. “(Y/N)!!” He exclaims before the smoke cleared and both (Y/N) and Bucky were gone. “No… No!” He looked around before turning back to the others who were silent. “How could this have happened?” He asked.

“Oh, so now you care that she’s been missing for almost a fucking year?” Tony hissed. “Dammit, I should have known it was Hydra. Great job, Cap. Now they have their Soldier back, and your daughter. Number one dad right there.” He laughed bitterly as Steve looked down his hands, watching them shake.

“We’ll get them both back.” Natasha whispered softly. “We know who has them.” She assures before he jerks away from her hold.

“I abandoned my daughter… I let her get captured because I was living in a world that doesn’t exist anymore. Now they have both Bucky and (Y/N)...” He whispered before gripping his fists. “We have to save them.” He glanced at the others.

“Excellent! Excellent!” Alexander exclaims happily, looking down at Bucky’s unconscious form before he turns his attention back to (Y/N) with a wicked smile. “My darling Arctic Fox, you are a natural at this.” He assures as (Y/N) offers a smile in return; it was anything but warm.

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A better world for us

I feel like a lot of people forget that the twins are teens so could you do a pietro x reader where during the events of AoU reader discovers she’s pregnant (teen pregnancy) and Pietro is the dad. Like I can imagine him being all worried about reader and Clint catching him talking to her belly while they’re waiting for help in the sky. Let’s say he lives in this version instead of dying. Please?--Anonymous

Request: Anonymous

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took as long as it did! I genuinely have no excuse, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless worked super hard on it! Might be a tad different than what was requested! Thank you! Be warned there are mentions of abuse in the beginning!

(Y/N) never expected to be dragged into the world of Superheroes who fight for the peace of the Earth. That all changed when she was forcefully taken out of her home by an elite organization known as Hydra. They had experimented on her until she had the power to shapeshift into any animal whether they were extinct or not.

Through Hydra, she met a set of twins from a very young age. They grew close to each other, but it seemed that even (Y/N) couldn’t help herself from falling for the cocky runner. Wanda always made fun of her for even thinking that her brother was good looking let alone good enough to be an actual partner in a relationship.

It wasn’t until one night, Hydra had taken a beating to the poor teenager after she refused to perform in front of top-level clientele. They had broken her nose and busted up some of her ribs as punishment for her insubordination. She had been sobbing, trying to fix herself up enough that it wouldn’t worry Wanda or Pietro, but the door to her room opened.

“(Y/N), are you here?” The thick, deep accent spoke softly as she jolted from her place on the floor.

The jerk made her pull too hard on the stitching to pop out at a few places. She cursed softly as she squinted, trying to use the light of the moon in order to accomplish her goal. She looked up in time to see him staring down at her in shock.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” She assured quietly before suddenly her trembling hands slowly enveloped in his.

“Let me take care of it.” He whispered as she blinked back the tears of anger, hurt, and frustration. She nods gently before handing him the needle that she had been using as he looks around for the first aid. “No pain medicine?” He asked as she shook her head.

Pietro cursed softly before looking at her, running a hand over her sweat-soaked skin which made her offer a tight smile in return. His eyes were burning with anger, but the moment he looked down to her wounds that shifted to hurt. He slowly got to work as she grunted and dug her teeth into her lower lips scraping against the cut there in order to stop the sounds from escaping.

“I’m almost done.” He assured quietly, causing her to nod quickly. “I’m sorry.” He spoke finally after he cleaned up the dried blood from her body with a wet cloth.

“For… For what?” She slurred quietly.

“For not being there… For… For not helping sooner.” He whispered, looking conflicted as she swallowed softly.

It took everything in her not to reach forward and wipe the crease in his brow when she finally realized something. She wasn’t just crushing on him anymore… She was full-blown in love with the man before her as she opened her mouth. Yet, no words would escape her throat as it tightened from fear, or maybe it was because of how much pain she was in.

Pietro looked up to her, noticing the look in her eyes as his own irises dilated before he set down the bloody cloth. His hands slowly took her face into the palms, watching as she shivered from the warmth that flooded into her skin at the touch.

Everything felt tense for a moment, neither spoke in fear of breaking the bubble that had covered the two. It was Pietro who made the first move as he gently leaned forward, giving her time to back away if she wanted to. However, she didn’t move, she didn’t move because she didn’t want to and soon she felt his lips slowly brush over hers as she parted her mouth in shock.

Suddenly, they were kissing. It wasn’t the best kiss, mostly because neither one had any experience to help them guide the kiss. Nonetheless, the kiss in their minds was more than perfect enough.

The cut in her lip stung, but she couldn’t pull herself away from him before breathing became a necessity for them. They slowly pressed their foreheads together as warm breaths fanned across the other’s face while they just stared at each other.

“Pietro.” (Y/N) whispered pulling him into another kiss and soon clothing hit the floor as their night was lost in passion.

A few months had passed and not a lot had happened, it is true that the two began to date, but they were teenagers after all. They fumbled around in the shadows with heavy pettings that normally got them scolded by Wanda who was going to kill both of them if she saw her brother’s ass one more time.

Then the Ultron happened.

Wanda blindly trusted Ultron as did Pietro, but (Y/N) on the other hand, felt like something had been wrong. She didn’t understand what it was about him that made it difficult to like him, until Wanda unlocked his mind and saw what his true motive was.

Now, they were playing on the side that they believed to be the enemy. Pietro didn’t like it. He was a little angry to be honest, (Y/N) noticed it and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, talk to me.” She whispered softly, glancing to the Avengers who were making a plan to stop Ultron with Vision on their side.

“I don’t like this. I hate that Wanda just trusts this Vision so easily. First Strucker, then Ultron, are they next? Will we ever get to live a normal life?” He demanded as her eyes softened.

“We will, but we need to help stop Ultron first. He’s a bigger threat to this world then the Avengers are. Right now, they are our only ticket to having any sort of freedom. Listen, how about when this is all over, we go somewhere. Just you, me, and Wanda. Like we always planned to do. No more fighting, no more of this destruction.” She promised, cupping his face.

Pietro’s eyes fluttered as he leaned his head into her touch. His hand slowly slid up and took it into his own before placing a kiss onto her palm. He knew that what she was saying was the truth, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. His eyes fluttered open as their piercing gaze locked onto hers.

“Alright, let us get this over with. Then we are moving into the mountains or a state that is quiet.” He mumbles as a smile blooms across her mouth.

“That is my beloved.” She leans up and presses her lips against his own.

He immediately jerked her body flushed against his own before deepening the kiss. They slowly pull away, foreheads resting together. Pietro swallowed with a nod before pulling away as he looked towards the others who were still discussing plans to stop Ultron.

“We can do this, my love.” (Y/N) whispered to him as he nodded.

“Promise me, if things get bad… if they seem dire--I want you to get out of there. Do not worry about me. Just get out of there. You are more important to me.” He whispered, taking her hand as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I cannot promise you that. If things become dire, then we die together.” She spoke sternly as Pietro’s face twisted in slight anger before he huffs.

“Why can’t you just listen to me just this once?” He asked.

“Because, if I started doing that then we would both be screwed.” She smirks softly. “You and Wanda are my family, my only family. I cannot be without you.” She explains. “See it from my perspective. Would you do as I asked if I were to say the same thing?” She tilted her head.

“Alright, touché.” He mumbles.

“Okay, everyone, let’s rest. Tomorrow we are stopping Ultron.” Tony explains, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

Wanda stuck to Vision’s side like glue, so Pietro pulled (Y/N) off with him towards one of the spare bedrooms that Tony offered out to them. He laid her out onto the bed as (Y/N) smiled up to him, in the lighting of the moon, she looked absolutely gorgeous. He fell asleep to the soft sounds of her breathing against his neck.

A loud explosion knocked Pietro out of his daydreaming stupor.

He glanced up to see (Y/N) holding a huge piece of debris from him and Hawkeye. Her body had hardened like steel as she forced the piece of cement out of the way. She panted harshly, looking more exhausted for wear considering how long they have been battling.

Pietro started towards her, just in time as one of Ultron’s clones blasted the area she had just been. He noticed how her skin slowly drained itself of any color, causing him to curse softly before rushing her over to safety.

“(Y/N), what’s going on? Are you hurt?” He asked, looking over her body for some kind of bleeding wound. “Is it because of your powers? You haven’t used them in a while.” He explains.

“No, I--” She jerked forward before vomiting up whatever they had eaten last night, causing Pietro to move more out of shock than anything.

“Did you get hit in the stomach?” He asked worriedly before looking up to see Wanda rushing over to them.

“What’s going on?” She frowns, glancing at (Y/N) who was gagging heavily.

“She’s hurt, but I don’t know what happened.” Pietro explains when Wanda leans down and places her hands onto (Y/N)’s forehead. She looked inside to see what happened before she felt another energy pulling at her powers, causing her to gasp. “What! What’s wrong?” Pietro asked as Wanda’s wide eyes locked onto (Y/N)’s stomach.

“You--She is… She is carrying a child. I can feel it.” She whispered softly as Pietro and (Y/N) both looked up to Wanda in disbelief.

“Wha--What?” (Y/N) stuttered out, feeling like she was going to vomit now for a different reason.

“You are pregnant. When I looked into your head, I felt something pulling at me. I could feel the heat bloom from your stomach. It is a baby.” She explains, placing a hand onto her stomach as (Y/N) looked to Pietro.

“What--What do we do?” (Y/N) asked.

“Well you are definitely not fighting anymore. Wanda, stay with her. I have to end this now.” Pietro stood up before (Y/N) surged her hand out and took his own.

“Pietro, wait! Don’t go! I can’t--You can’t die!” She exclaims, looking distraught.

“I have to go, and I will not die… It sounds like I have three people I need to protect.” He offers his signature smirk before he was gone.

“Pietro!!” (Y/N) screams before Wanda pulls her back from the havoc that was outside the crumbling door. She buried her face into Wanda’s jacket before sobbing as she placed a hand onto her stomach. This was too much to handle at once.

It was finally over, (Y/N) had been taken by Hawkeye so Wanda could help fight the others. She held her breath since she hadn’t heard from either of them as they were boarding onto the Quinjet.

“Where is Pietro and Wanda?” (Y/N) demanded, storming over to Vision who looked to her.

“They are behind you.” Vision assures, gesturing behind her as she turned just in time to see Pietro and Wanda stepping onto the jet.

Tears flooded down (Y/N)’s face as she rushed over, hugging Wanda before turning her attention towards her lover. She held him tightly as he smiled, holding her back before he moved them so the others could get on board as well.

“Pietro Maximoff, if you do something so stupid again, I swear to every god that exists, you won’t be able to outrun my wrath.” She growled softly.

“Noted.” He chuckles before kissing her passionately before sitting down onto the floor. He pulled her into his lap, rubbing up and down her back. “You know, we should talk about this,” He places his hand onto her stomach. “I think this is rather important, but later. Right now, I am just thankful that we are all alive.” He whispered.

“I’m scared.” She whispered softly as he looked up to her with a confused face for a moment. “What if I’m not a good mom. I mean… Pietro, we’re practically kids.” She whispered with a wobbling lower lip.

“That may be true, my darling. However, I think we will do just fine. And we have Wanda to help us out. Whatever happens. I’m with you all the way.” He smiles before it falters for a moment. “Do you--Do you want to keep the baby?” He asked, scared she would say no, but knowing that this was her body, her choice.

“Of course I do, I’m just… really scared.” She whispered before laughing in tears. “We’re going to have a baby.” She gasps.

“We are.” He whispered before she laid down and fell asleep from exhaustion. Pietro watched her for a moment before running his fingers through her hair as his eyes slowly fell onto her stomach. “Hello my little gem. This is your daddy speaking, and I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much already. Even if you are this tiny little thing that doesn’t have a heartbeat yet.” He whispered. “I hope I can be a good dad for you.” He whispered softly.

“You will be.” A rough voice assured as Pietro’s eyes snapped up to see Hawkeye grinning down at him. “Because you’ve got us to help out when you need it.” He assures before Pietro looks down to (Y/N) once again before he smiles.

“It seems our family just got a little bigger.” He chuckles to (Y/N)’s stomach before pulling (Y/N) into his arms and his eyes fluttered shut. He was just glad that they were no longer being held captive by anyone, they were free to live their lives for the first time in what seemed like forever.

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