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Bucky's Girls

Summary: It would take a lot for Bucky to ever make the choice to go back to Hydra. That’s why Bucky didn’t even hesitate to drop his weapons now. Given that one of the Hydra goons has his daughter’s arm wrapped in his grasp. The grip was so tight that the arm was already turning white underneath. It took everything in Bucky not to attack the man with everything he had. One thing that Bucky promised himself when Delilah was born was that he’d never let her anywhere near Hydra,  but it seems he had failed that now…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

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It started off as a pretty nice day, Bucky and I got to lay in bed longer than usual which led to many sleepy kisses and cuddles before our daughter’s voice dragged the two of us out of bed. It was the weekend and we both had promised to take her to the beach for the day. The summer was almost over, so I was trying to get in as much beach time as possible. Neither Bucky nor Delilah complained though as they liked being there almost just as much. 

Once the process of packing the car was complete, it didn’t take long before we were hitting the road. The road-trip mostly consisted of Disney songs and frequent bathroom breaks, but even still we had managed to claim a parking spot and set up base camp pretty quickly.

Flopping down into my beach chair, my gaze is drawn to the view of my husband stripping off his shirt before grabbing the sunscreen and plopping in front of me. Even though we had been married for almost ten years now, Bucky could still turn me into a blushing virgin in seconds. Turning with a knowing smirk, he lets me lather him up before beginning to help our girl with her life vest. Although Delilah protests some, she is pretty well behaved when it comes to her father. 

While he is doing that, I take a moment to grab some of the pool toys and inflatables I had brought. I had brought a lounge chair floaty and two tires. One for the child and one for the adult child I’d married. 

Once Buck was done snapping up straps, he volunteered to go get the rest of the stuff while I helped set up the blanket and umbrella. I managed to only topple it twice before the crooked thing finally stuck, and with that the spot was officially done. With a triumph plop, I decide to take a short snack break. 

By the time Bucky returned, I had put quite a dent in the chip supply already. I helped Bucky with the cooler and chairs before deciding to strip down to my one piece. I hadn’t quite lost the post-baby pooch, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind as he strode up to wrap his arms around my waist. 

“Hey hot mama, you single?” he whispers, trying to sound like one of those dudes at the bars. It only succeeds in making me snort before I’m pushing him to sit down next to me on the blanket. 

“Deli!” I give a shout to draw in the little girl already digging for seashells. She looks up with the cutest baby face and searching eyes. Bucky and I beckon her over, as at this point Bucky had already spotted the phone in my hand flipped over to camera mode, and she begins to run towards us. This is a normal tradition for family outings: Always get a few pictures before you start doing anything. That lesson was learned from our first zoo trip where 2 out of the 3 people had a bad hair day (and let’s just say only one of them was female). 

Successfully, I wrangled my toddler into my lap before pulling Bucky closer into frame as I grab his left hand and pull our wedding rings into view. At this point, it was like second nature for Buck to rest the conjoined hands on Delilah’s stomach and try to give a gentle smile. Though most of his smiles always look a little frightening no matter what. Delilah flops back a bit as I extend my phone out in front of me. I don’t know how many pictures I took, but it was enough to make an Instagram model jealous. The only thing to get me to stop is the whining of my toddler and subsequently her father. 

“Okay, okay, you guys can go now!” I shout, shooing them away with my hands before going back to look over all the photos. Only about half of them are in focus, and out of that half only a handful of them have all of us smiling. As I swipe left and right trying to pick out the best one, I notice the same figure in the background, but it seems he was getting closer. I spin around quickly, more than a little freaked out, but the figure seems to have left. I’ve been hanging out with the team too much, they have me jumping at my own shadow. I stand up, brushing sand from many areas on my body, before heading over towards Bucky. Him and Delilah had stopped having a water fight and were now trying to race each other from Deli’s tire floaty to Bucky’s, but the wind seemed to be making the race a bit harder for them both. I notice the exhausted look on their faces and call out to them,

“Hey guys, why don’t y’all come over and get something to drink!” I shout, placing my hands around my mouth to be heard over the rowdy surf. Bucky hears me easily with his supersoldier ears, and nabs up Deli before she can protest much, 

“But i was gonna beat you that time” she pouts throwing her arms up and almost smacking Bucky in the face as he carried her to shore. He gives her a quick yeah sure before he gets distracted by the cooler full of sugary drinks. He grabs out a beer for himself (and a water after a hard look form his wife) while grabbing Deli’s water/gatorade drink mix. He turns to ask you what you would like but you cut him off first,

“I don’t want anything, hun. I’m just going to run to the bathroom really quick, and then when I get back, I’ll come out there with you guys.” Delilah gives a happy shout while Bucky looks hesitant to let you leave alone.

“Do you want us to come with you? We can browse the shops while we wait,” he suggests going to stand up. 

“No,” I sit him back down “someone has to stay and watch our stuff, plus it will only be a few minutes, I’m fine” I reassure him and with two forehead kisses and one really long non-forehead kiss, I’m heading across the beach towards the small bathrooms they have connected to the market area. 

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Started Out Rough - Part 1

Summary: A big mishap on your first day leads to a blossoming friendship between you, the new teacher, and Eddie, the school's janitor, but will a secret come between this new pair.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: I know this has been done a bit, but I still really like the concept. Also don’t know how long this story will be, but hope you enjoy :P

Nerves were high when you stepped out of your car on your first day at Lincoln Middle. Dusting some imaginary lint off your clothes, you gather your things and head inside. You had already met most of the teachers and staff and set up your classroom already, but now it was time to get your first set of kids. Walking into the room, you are instantly hit with a nasty odor. Digging throughout the room turns up a giant wet patch in the far corner of the room trailing down from the ceiling all the way to the floor. 

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening,” you drag your fingers through your hair roughly “on my first day, seriously!” 

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After having a short meltdown, you track down the closest teacher you can find and ask them what to do. They point you towards the janitor’s closet and you’re on your way. Lincoln isn’t the biggest school, so you don’t have much trouble locating the room; that and the man dragging out a cart of cleaning supplies. The first thing is all the rings on his fingers and the second thing you notice is the mop of curly hair bobbing to a rock song (judging by the mini air guitar moves). You try not to alarm him as you approach, clearing your throat. 

“Hi there, I’m sorry to bother you,” he whips around yanking his headphones off quickly as you power on, “but there is a pretty big leak in my room, and they told me to come get you.”

“Oh yeah, of course, I can help with that.” he seems to trip over his feet at being caught off guard before righting himself “Um, let me just grab the stuff and I’ll meet you there.”

Before you can get a word out, he’s digging through the small amount of supplies gathering things he may need. Although with how flustered he was by this new pretty individual, he ended up with a handful of vent tubing before deciding against it. He hadn’t noticed you in the silhouette of the room door, standing there with a grin a mile wide, until you spoke up once again.

“Don’t you need me to tell you what room I’m in,” you teased.

A sheepish look bloomed on his pale face. 

“Right, what was that room number again?”

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“Trust me I’ve been around my fair share of preteens.” 

“You wouldn’t strike me as the paternal type” you remark taking a seat on the edge of the desk. You had been enjoying the pleasant conversation floating between you two.

“Oh, I’m not. I’m more like the cool uncle that will let you try his cheap beer and drive his piece of shit car.” Eddie stops smiling for a minute, “sorry for the language, it just slips out sometimes”

You giggle before answering “it’s okay, I’m sure all these kids,” you gesture to the empty classroom “can forgive you.” You look back at Eddie’s beaming smile before you have to look away from the brightness.

“So, how long do you think it will take to get fixed,” you question while helping Eddie clean up a bit.

“Well the good news is that this problem only takes a couple hours to fix, but the bad news is I’ll have to order a replacement part so it will probably be more like a week or so,” he finishes with a sympathetic smile. 

“Oh great!” you rub your forehead for a moment before looking back at the mess in the corner, “well, is the fan staying too?”

“I don’t know, let me ask him” Eddie steps over to the object bending down like he was talking to a small child, “Mr. Fan, do you plan on staying here all week?”

Eddie responds dramatically to the fan’s unspoken reply before bounding back over to you.

“Welp, he said it’s non-negotiable.”

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Though the first day started out rough, the following morning had you in good spirits. You had picked out a nice outfit, your hair decided to cooperate for once, and your toast was golden brown. It was almost like the universe was trying to tell you something. 

Ignoring the good fortune as though to stave off its departure, you slide into your car and set on some soft tunes, too scared to jinx it. The ride in is fast and before you know it, you’re behind the desk in your classroom. Setting down your things, you begin to organize the papers surrounding you. Before you can get too far into your task, there’s a soft rapt on the door frame. Turning around you expect to see your boss standing there, but instead you get Eddie. 

An unexpected smile takes over your face, as you turn to greet him fully. 

“Hey there, what brings you over?” You ask.

“Well actually I just wanted to say good morning,” he reaches behind his back and pulls out a cup “and to give you this. I hope you like it, I tried to get you something that everyone likes.” 

You blush unintentionally before fumbling for the cup,

“Oh thanks, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“It’s nothing, I usually try to get some for everyone when I stop on my way to work. Though, I should get your coffee order for next time.” 

You grin teasingly, “Would you be mad if I said I’m a tea drinker instead. So usually, I just get some green tea with lemon or raspberry.”

Eddie sits there stunned a moment before recovering, “I guess I can live with that, but if you don’t wanna drink it you don’t have to.” 

He goes to take the cup, but you pull away fast.

“Nope, this is good too! Thank you very much.” 

With a goofy nod, he turns to leave the room but not before saying, “if you need anybody to eat lunch with, I’d be happy to introduce you to some of the other teachers.”

With an enthusiastic agreement from you, he retreats out the door and within ten minutes your classroom is teeming with kids. 

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Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. With the kids still getting used to you and you getting used to the kids, and not to mention an unannounced visit from the principal, Mrs. Ottoman, your mind was screaming for a break. Although you had agreed to have lunch with Eddie and co., you didn’t really know where you were supposed to be going. Before you could worry yourself too much, you step outside the door and see Eddie waiting for you. You try not to look too flustered as you give him a tired smile. His eyes portray understanding as he gives you an empathetic look. Before he can speak though, you interrupt, “don’t ask yet, just lead the way.” 

He turns with a short laugh before heading off towards the main doors. Walking out, you take a left and start heading towards a small structure in the distance. Upon closer view, you realize that it's a small sitting area with a few benches and some nice natural shading. There are a few people sitting at the furthest bench from the doors, but other than that no one is there. Eddie heads towards the others, and you follow a few steps behind. 

You don’t know why you were nervous though because Eddie helps you fit right in. He starts off with a quick introduction: Steve the preppy boy gym teacher, Robyn the sexy librarian, Nancy the scary maniac of a math teacher, and Billy the heartthrob of history lessons. Then, he drags you to sit right next to him. You had brought a packed lunch with you, but it seems that the teachers wanted to treat you to a new school lunch. 

There were all the fixings for sandwiches and several different sides along with two kinds of soda. The amount of food was overwhelming, but Nancy jumped in to help you make your plate. Eddie gave you a quick whisper to let you know that Nancy had fixed everything up so you could thank her properly, before digging in himself. Before long the questions start pouring in,

“So, where did you move from y/n?”

“I moved from Oregon. A small town about 20 minutes from Portland.”

“Oh! I have an aunt that lives in Oregon. She says it's very pretty up there. Don’t know why you'd move here instead.” Robyn gives a short chuckle.

“Well actually I used to live here a while ago, but I had to move away for a while. My moms gotten kind of sick recently so I’ve moved back to help her and my nephew, Rylee.”

With looks of genuine concern, they all try to speak at once with reassurances. You look on with a meek smile before Eddie drags the attention away from you. 

“Nancy, what is this mushy stuff anyway?” he says loudly, with an obnoxiously disgusted look on his face. The look is so odd on his face that you can’t help but giggle. Then Nancy, ever the mother, looks on with a glare while slapping his hand from the container. 

“It’s sauerkraut, genius. You would know if you didn’t have the appetite of a five year old.”

“Hey! Mac and cheese is a perfectly balanced meal in my book.” Eddie slams his hands on the bench while standing up abruptly. Nancy just looks on with a spent stature.

“Exactly my point, nimrod.”

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Family Ties - Part 2

Summary: You and Eddie have known eachother since childhood, though a falling out between the two of you has led to you guys becoming distant. Can Uncle Wayne and your parent's meddling solve this issue?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

A/N: Sorry it's a bit rushed but finally finished it :P

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It really was a shame that your Aunt Janice was staying for a week, or at least for Eddie it was. This is how he found himself stuck at the library with you talking about all your plans for prom. It was as if you were talking to a brick wall with how unresponsive Eddie was, but it didn’t seem to stop you. It was only when you brought up that Eddie should really find a date and go to prom, that he finally spoke up.

“Actually I did find a girl to take to prom. All the blabbering you did about it convinced me to go, so I hope you're happy.” He finishes. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to congratulate him or to apologize. You tampered down your hint of disappointment as you responded.

“I’m so glad, Eddie! You’re gonna have more fun than you think.”

“Yeah, sure, let’s hope.” a moment passes before he quietly asks “Are you going with anyone?”

“Are you telling me you care?” you question teasingly.

“No, I just wanna judge your choice in men.” Eddie quips.

“Well… if you must know, one of the basketball players asked me out, and his name is Reed.”

“Wow, Reed, couldn’t have found a Joe or an Adam instead, it had to be the guy with the weird name.”

“Whatever,” you groan “I shouldn’t even have told you.”

“Yeah, probably” Eddie shrugs with a smirk before turning back towards his project, and with that the conversation is over.

The few weeks leading up to prom had you more stressed than usual. Firstly, your dress had arrived late and been the wrong size so you had to exchange it. Secondly, your concealer had spilled all into your makeup bag, so you were having to borrow Stella's kit. This is how you found yourself surrounded by a group of gaggling girls a couple hours before prom. If you knew that Stella was going to insist on doing your makeup for you, you would have gone and bought some makeup from the store instead, but alas here you were.

With a face full of powder and more lipstick than you've ever worn in your life, you finally are released from Stella's grasp. They fawn over you for a couple moments before returning to their own reflections. With the makeup done the only thing left was to pin up your hair.

Moving as to not be noticed, you break from the group and make your way towards your closest. Opening it up, you shove your clothes aside and reach for the box in the back. The box was taped up with EDIE AD Y/N TRESURES in Eddie's messy scrawl. You had kept onto it long after Eddie had stopped talking to you. Opening it up, you push aside a marble and some old lottery tickets before finding what you were looking for. You reach in and pull out the piece of jewelry from inside. You examine the piece while your mind is taken back to the moment you got it.

It was late summer and it was nearing the start of school. This meant that you and Eddie were outside everyday taking advantage of your last vestiges of freedom. Your small childish footsteps sounded loud thundering through the forest as you feel Eddie hot on your heels. Suddenly a branch is in front of you; you misstep and go flying right into the thick mud. The fall doesn’t hurt much, but it has left you covered in mud stains.

Tears gather in your eyes quicker than you can even think to call them. This had been a new outfit your mom had gotten you a week ago and now it was completely ruined and not to mention that Eddie was about to see you looking worse for wear. You hear Eddie run up beside you as you gather your strength to push up from the ground. You can’t even meet his eyes as you stagger to your knees, but Eddie doesn’t let you get far before he’s grabbing your elbow and helping you up.

Before he can make a witty remark about your dumb clumsiness, he notices the tears running down your cheeks. You’ve bitten your lips to try to stop the noises, but they are hard to miss in the quiet forest. Eddie seems to flounder on how to help you before he seems to spring into action. He grabs your hand and begins pulling (more like dragging) you back towards his trailer.

When you reach the inside, Eddie leads you to his room. He busts the door open and strides over to his toy chest. He rummages around for a good minute before pulling out something that seemed odd residing inside. It was a red jeweled brooch with an intricate gold band holding it in place, while a few stones decorated the outlining metal. The jewels were definitely fake and the metal paint was peeling off the bottom, but in your eyes it was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen.

“Where’d you get this?” You ask in wonder, not taking your eyes from the trinket.

“Do you like it? I was gonna give it to you for your birthday in a few weeks but you seemed so sad I thought you wouldn’t mind getting it early.” His sheepish grin let you know that he was nervous about your opinion of his gift. You’re overcome with love for your friend and before you can think too much, you are grabbing him into a hug and pressing a big kiss to his cheek.

Eddie tolerates it for a bit before shoving you off while playfully whipping his cheek. You aren’t bothered though because this gift proved that Eddie cared for you just as much as you did him.

You are broken from your thoughts as the girls call you downstairs for pictures. You quickly secure the brooch in your hair piece and place the box back in the corner of your closet.

Walking down the stairs you notice that your date had still arrived. Agreeing to take the pictures without him, you begin a good round of fake smiles before everyone is done and ready to go.

"Do you know how much longer he's gonna be?" Beth's stuffy voice blurts out after a bit of silence. It was ten minutes past 7, and they were impatiently waiting around by the front door.

"No, he hasn't texted me back" you take a quick glance at your blank phone screen before straightening up,"but you know what, you guys go on ahead. I'm sure he'll be here soon." you pipe up giving a weak hesitant smile. The group looks you over before Abby speaks.

"Are you sure? I mean we just really don't wanna be late.'' The fake sincerity is evident from a mile away, but you just give another lip twitch.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be there soon,” you reply.

That's all the convincing needed for the group to herd out your door, already gabbing about whose riding in whose car. You take a seat on the couch and glance at the clock again. Only a couple minutes had passed since you last looked, that wasn't very late at all.

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Eddie was outside enjoying a cigarette (and a break from the hellish dance) when he saw Reed’s blue truck pull up. Well, at least she’s having fun tonight. Hope I don’t have to hear all about it tomorrow. She sure does like to talk. The thought brings on an unintentional smile to his face.

Eddie’s thoughts are cut short when he sees Reed and his buddy pile out along with two girls. As Eddie looks at them trying to identify you, he realizes that neither of them are you. He observes Reed putting his arm around the short blonde’s shoulder, and Eddie’s feet start to move on their own. Before he knows it, he’s reaching the group.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie butts in, throwing himself into the group’s path, “Where’s y/n?” he asks, looking around at the group once more.

“Probably at home, dude,” Reed chuckles snidely, looking at his friend as if he was done with the conversation already.

“I thought she was going with you tonight?” Eddie implores harshly, placing himself back into the guy’s sights.

“She was, until I decided to go with Jessica here,” he leans in “She’s a bit easier on the eyes, and other things, if you know what I mean.” Eddie jerks away from him, quickly. With anger coursing through him, he grabs the jock’s arm roughly and drags him closer.

“So, did you let y/n know that you found another date or not?” Eddie demands.

“Yeah, sure freak, that’s what I did” he laughs, shrugging off the grip before turning to head inside the gym. He doesn’t get far before Eddie slams his fist into the back of his head. From there, the fight was pretty messy as it was two against one. Even with the odds, Eddie didn’t back down.

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The ring of the doorbell knocks you from your thoughts. You had already tried calling Reed about a hundred times and realized that he was a no show. That’s why you were curled up on the couch when the noise arose. Thankfully your parents had already left, and Aunt Janice was fast asleep in her room. You didn’t have the heart to tell them yet and you were still clinging to your fading hope a while longer. You feel your heart start beating faster as you walk towards your front door thinking maybe someone was here looking for you. Your face turns to one of confusion when you see a thoroughly roughed up Eddie Munson outside.

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About 2 hours and a broken liquor cabinet door later, you and Eddie are sat side by side on your family’s couch. A bottle of cheap rum sitting nearly empty in Eddie’s lap. You had figured out early on that Eddie could drink a lot more than you. That’s why your brain-to-mouth filter was mostly gone at this point.

“Eddie, why are you so harsh to me all the time? Did I do something to upset you?” you question softly looking downtrodden. Eddie looks shocked by your bluntness and takes a deep breath before responding.

“The only reason I was mean to you is because of the people you hang out with,” he reasons.

“Oh come on they’re not all that bad” You begin to defend before Eddie shoots a pointed look at your prom dress.

“Okay, yeah, they are kind of the worst.” You chuckle while sitting up further on the couch. The new position puts you and Eddie at eye level. You look down to try and hide your blushing cheeks. As you look down at your lap, the honesty spills out unhindered by the alcohol.

“The only reason I hung out with them is because I didn’t see myself belonging with your group of friends anymore. You guys got along as soon as you met and I was so happy for you,” you struggled for a minute before continuing “but it sort of felt like you had finally found your guy group, and I was the awkward girl your uncle forced you to hang out with.”

Eddie takes your hands from your laps before replying, “I never saw you as just a family friend and at that time we were both pretty awkward,” Eddie jokes “You and I were like Bonnie and Clyde, always making trouble for everyone else and having fun while doing it.”

You let out a soft laugh and Eddie smiles, “but when you started making excuses about hanging out, I figured you were done being friends with the class weirdo.”

“Eddie, you are not a weirdo. You are the most caring, kind, big-hearted person I know, and I would give up all the friends in the world just to be friends with you.” You gesture around the empty living room “Look around, do you see how great my non-weirdo friends are? Not a single one of them is thinking about me right now, but you gave up your date and a night with your guys to come hang out with this mess,” you conclude, gesturing to yourself. Eddie looks at you for a moment before shaking his head, curls flying everywhere.

“See, that’s were your wrong, princess. I’ve never had my shit together a day in my life. I thrive off the so-called “mess” so I’m exactly where I want to be tonight.”

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you process his words. Eddie was the first person besides family in a long time to actually want to be around you, and it felt really nice.

Before you can get too lost in thoughts, Eddie hesitantly speaks again, “So, since we're being honest to each other tonight and everything, I think I need to tell you something.”

It’s as if the atmosphere changes with each word, and you just know that he’s about to say something really important. It sobers you up a bit, as you tilt your head to look at him fully.

“Um, so, ever since the first time we met, back when we were toddlers, I’ve always thought you were just the greatest.” You give a tentative smile, “I mean it was like you were the missing piece and I felt whole when I was with you.” Eddie stops to gauge your expression and you respond with a watery smile.

Encouraged by your look, Eddie continues on, “It took me a long time to realize why I felt this way, and by the time I got there you were already disappearing from my life. As time went on, I started to resent you a lot for leaving me, and I thought the feelings that I had had gone away, but every time I saw you in your cute overalls and your tacky shirts it would come back to me.”

“I wanted to ignore it, but I don’t think I can anymore.” Eddie takes a deep breath before looking directly at you, “I’m in love with you, y/n. I have been from the moment I met you and I probably will be until the day I die. And it's dumb and mushy and so not hardcore, but I just wanna be around you all the time! When you're out of my life, it’s just not the same and I don’t wanna ever go back to that again. That’s why, if you don’t feel the same, we’ll never have to tal-“ Your lips cut off Eddie’s words as you crash into. A bit too hard, from all the liquor, but you guys enjoy it all the same.

Air is needed too quickly as you both pull back, shyly. Eddie’s hand is resting on your cheek and both your lips are slightly swollen and tasting of liquor, but you didn’t think your first kiss could be any better than that. Except maybe your second kiss? Guess you’ll just have to find out ;)

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Part 1

Summary: You and Eddie have known eachother since childhood, though a falling out between the two of you has led to you guys becoming distant. Can Uncle Wayne and your parent's meddling solve this issue?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I posted, but I don't have much motivation atm. If you wanna send any requests, please feel free! Anyways, hope you enjoy :)

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When Wayne told Eddie to wear something nice, he thought maybe Wayne was bringing home a lady friend, but not this. Wayne had invited the family from across the street over, and with them their daughter, you.

These dinners used to consist of a younger you and Eddie scheming on one side of the table while the adults conversed on the other, but you hadn’t really talked to each other in years. Mostly because of high school. Eddie didn’t like your taste in friends, and he never really invited you around his either. I wonder what made her decide to come. Must have been her parents blackmailing her of some kind.

Eddie fully walks into the living room and takes his place by Wayne’s side. He greets your family politely before awkwardly saying hi to you as well. You give him a half-smile before turning back to the others.

“Alright everyone,” Wayne claps, “who is ready to eat? Eddie, can you go grab the ham for me?” Eddie nods as he sees your mother whisper in your ear before pushing you towards the kitchen as well. Eddie tries to pay it no mind as he enters the room and heads towards the drawer holding the potholders. He reaches the drawer just as you enter the kitchen.

“Hey, my mom said you might need help carrying stuff?” you question looking around at the dishes on the counter.

“That’s okay, I got it” Eddie dismisses before grabbing the two handles on the dish. It would take him more trips but he didn’t really want you in his way.

“What about these green be-”

“Yeah sure” Eddie cuts you off as he walks out the door. You give a weak glare at his back before grabbing the food and returning to the dinner table.

Dinner is fairly uneventful other than the subtle brags from both sets of parents. You put it down as your mom trying to get brownie points for having a good kid. Wayne mainly bragged about Eddie’s band and his new job at the local mechanic shop. This was news to you since the last you heard of Eddie, he was working at Family Video.

During the night, as the adults bordered on a little too tipsy, your parents and Wayne stopped focusing on you two and were engaged in conversation amongst themselves. Choosing to break the silence, rather than wallow in the awkwardness, you turn towards Eddie who Wayne had seated right across from you.

“So… how are you liking the new job?” you ask politely, hoping for an easy connection, but Eddie never made it easy for you.

“It’s alright I guess,” he stabs the food on his plate muttering, “I don’t think you’d really know what I was talking about if I told you anything else” he dismisses turning back to the meal. You are unfettered by his comments as you continue,

“Oh well, what made you wanna work there?” you ask.

“I got sick of Steve being my manager, so I quit. Just so happens that Wayne knew this guy that owns the shop, and he got me a job there.” He explains quickly as if trying to get out of the conversation as soon as possible.

Feeling dejected by his replies, you give a quick “well, that’s nice” before going back to eating silently. Neither of your parents seemed to have noticed the exchange between you two, as the atmosphere doesn’t change much after.

Finally, it was time for the awkward goodbyes and waves before you were hopping in your dad’s chevy and headed home. You barely made it into bed before you were fast asleep hoping to forget the weird night you just had.

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Saturday came as a blessing, as you were finally allowed to catch up on some much-needed rest. Crawling out of your cocoon at around 11, you walk downstairs to an empty house. Looking out the living room window, you see that both of their cars are gone. A large yellow piece of paper draws your eyes as you wander through the kitchen doorway. Picking up the note, you begin to read:

Hey Hun, me and your father have some stuff that we need to get done today so we won’t be back until late. Don’t forget that Aunt Janice should be getting there at around 3 pm so please make sure the house is clean when she gets there. Love you!

-Mom

You groan out loud before slamming the paper back down. It took you a couple hours to finish cleaning the house. You plop your exhausted body down on the couch right before the doorbell goes off. Struggling to stand, you slump to the door. Opening the curtains reveals the face of Eddie Munson equipped with a shiny red toolbox in hand. You shoot him a confused look, but open the door anyway. He walks in, casually hanging his jacket, before turning to explain.

"Uncle Wayne sent me here. He said you were having a problem with your car and to come look at it." he says imploringly impatient. You don't give him time to say anything more before you're already bounding off towards the garage with a wide grin (with a hesitant Eddie following behind).

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“Maybe you should try to convince him to go to prom with you?” you teased.

“Yeah, probably not,” he dismisses while turning back to the car. Wow, he actually looked at me for longer than two seconds this time. I think that’s a record.

“Plus, I’m not even going to prom, so it won’t matter much.” The statement cuts through your thoughts abruptly, but your reply is quick.

“Wait, you're missing your senior prom again?”

“y/n, you know this is my second senior year, I don’t think it matters much anymore.” He replies easily while grabbing a tool from the box behind him.

“Yeah, but this could be your last one and you haven’t been to prom since your junior year!” you exclaim quickly as you move into his sight to give him a disappointed look, “and didn’t you say that this was your year, it can’t be your year, if you don’t do all the typical high school things,” you reason with him.

You don’t know why you have decided that you needed Eddie to go to prom so badly. Maybe it's that thought that if he was there, you wouldn’t feel so alone or weird or that you’d at least have someone to talk to when your friends ignore you all night. Before you could say anything more though, the doorbell rings throughout the house, muffled by the garage door. With that, your conversation with Eddie is cut short as you leave the garage and head towards the front door.

Upon reaching it you look through the fogged glass and recognize your Aunt Janice’s bright white fur coat. Taking a minute and a breath, you open the door with the biggest smile you can muster.

“Hey Aunt Janice, you made it!” you welcome as you automatically reach to help her with her suitcases.

“Oh hello dear, lovely to see you again.” She responds not giving you much notice as she steps into the house. Her eyes seemed to be searching for all the small new things she could bring up about the place. It only took her a few minutes for her to find something that she disliked, commenting that the new rug would probably look better if it was donated. You chuckle along, as you feed her small comments and information to tide her over.

“Well Aunt Janice, I’m gonna go put these in your room for you.” You tell her as you make hast towards the guest room. Taking a breather while you set her stuff down, you try and decide if you should tell her about Eddie being here or not, and also what you should say to Eddie as well.

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Aunt Janice had been a bitch your whole life, but you'd think she would at least have some restraint when strangers were around. I guess maybe she didn't see Eddie as much of a stranger since she wasn't holding back.

"Are those the clothes you are gonna be wearing tonight?" She said, haughtily. Aunt Janice had always seemed to dislike you the most out of the family. No matter how primped and polished you are, there's always something wrong for her to comment on. This time it seemed to be the outfit choice that you had picked, although this was a casual setting and you hadn't left the house at all. This wouldn't have made you think twice if it was just family around.

"No," you blush, looking down at your outfit embarrassed.

"I don't know what I'm gonna wear to the party yet. I haven't given it much thought."

"Clearly girl, if you ever want people to take you seriously you have to dress the part." she leaves the room before returning quickly with an expensive looking blouse, "Here, you can wear this. It probably costs more than your whole wardrobe so be careful with it."

You begin to reach for the blouse before Eddie's hand stops you. You look up at him confused, but he's already stepping up beside you with a hard gaze pointed at Janice.

"I think she looks just fine in what she's wearing, but if she wants to change that's her choice," He pushes the shirt back towards Janice's shell shocked face.

"I also think that the price of the thing doesn't always mean that it's better." He gives a shark-like grin before turning back towards you. Before he can speak, Janice cuts him off loudly.

"I don't think anybody asked what you thought, boy."

Oh no, Eddie was in for it now.

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Callused Hands and Black Hair

Summary: Basically tangled but make it lokius

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Mobius M. Mobius

A/N: little snippet of something I'm working on. I’ll be posting soon I promise!

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I don’t know how I keep getting myself in these situations. One minute you’re wrapping yourself around a rich lord and the next he’s accusing you of thievery. Though he may have some semblance of truth in that statement given the dangling jewelry around my wrists, but that didn’t give him the right to sick his guards on me. Observing my surroundings, I notice a shrouded trail leading out of the courtyard and off into the woods. Maybe the trees will help me lose them. I take off through the greenery hoping Sleipnir will be able to hold on for just a while longer.

Weaving and ducking through the brush, I risk a glance back and see the guards using their swords to slice through the leaves and vines giving them a gain on me. I whip my head around a grip the reigns tight, scanning the surroundings and catching my eyes on a thick dead tree leaning slightly towards my path. Perfect! As soon as my horse’s hooves clear the spot, I throw my right hand out shooting off a quick spark to bring the tree down just in time to block my pursuers’ path. The tightness in my chest wanes a bit at the sight. I focus my sights ahead and set off in a quick trot.

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Second Guessing

Pairing: Peter Parker x y/n

Summary: Peter gets cold feet but Tony is there for him <3

Short little drabble for you guys

“Hey kid, how are we doing in here?” Tony asks hesitantly.

“Yeah, great, other than the fact that maybe I’m rushing into this and y/n doesn’t even want to marry me,” Peter yells, flinging his hands in the air with a scoff. He had always had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he was being a little crazy. It hadn’t even been a year since May’s death, does that mean he’s already over it. Maybe asking miles to be one of his groomsmen was too rash or was asking Tony to be his best man too weird. It was like all these thoughts were hitting him at once. He felt very overwhelmed.

Tony notices that Peter has gotten paler and that he’s lost in his thoughts. It’s almost crazy how fast he knows what’s going on given that he had done the same thing at his wedding. Now it was Tony’s turn to impart some “fatherly” advice for his young protégé. He took a seat next to Peter on the bed, and turned towards the kid (not much of a kid now). Then, he started doing the thing he always does, he starts talking.

“Peter, when I was your age I was still getting piss poor drunk and having sex with too young of women all while running a company.” Tony huffs before placing his arm around Peter shoulder.

“Knowing that your thinking things through is a good thing, but don’t let it overwhelm you. You are an amazing kid, and you are smarter than you give yourself credit for. Why are you second guessing yourself?”

“What if I’m going too fast? What if this ruins everything?” Peter implores.

“I know you have a lot of thoughts running through your head right now, but regretting this shouldn’t be one of them” Tony replies, “y/n is an awesome girl and you and her are really good together. If I didn’t like her I would have gotten rid of her a long time ago.” Tony jokes shaking Peter lightly. Peter gives a shaky smile before looking more at ease. Tony gives him a moment to let the words sink in before continuing.

“I think you gonna be really happy with this girl, but even if something happens you know pepper and I are always here for you no matter what.” Tony makes a point to make eye contact with him while Peter looks away embarrassed. He definitely looks more relaxed than he had been at the start. Tony’s in the middle of handing Peter some water when Nat knocks, poking her head in.

“It’s time, Peter.” She says throwing him an encouraging smile before leaving. Tony turns toward Peter and gives him a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Peter” he says holding on for a couple seconds before letting go. Neither commenting on the wetness in their eyes. Tony gives him one more pat on the shoulder before asking if he’s ready.

“Yeah, I think I am” Peter replies following after Tony’s figure. He didn’t look back once.

A/n: sorry it’s been a minute but I haven’t had much inspo lately. Hope everyone’s doing okay and likes this short little fluff fic :)

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These Thoughts in My Head - Part 2

These Thoughts in My Head

Summary: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter who was involved in a bombing intended for Tony himself, because of this half her body is now completely mechanical. Years later, an enemy is able to hack her system and cause her to become aggressive towards everyone in the tower.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Some swearing

Although you never had formal training, other than some self-defense classes from the team, your AI had managed to take out Clint. All that was left was Nat. It knew that more reinforcements would be here soon, so it needed to act fast. That was a large feat considering your opponent.

The fight starts off evenly matched as Nat seems to be holding nothing back. Your AI is quick, but Nat is quicker. Each punch thrown is blocked as Nat bides her time waiting to go on the offence. Your AI is putting as much force into the attacks as possibly to try and knock Nat off her feet. You think it works as Nat’s body feigns to the left before landing a sharp blow to your ribs. You stumble back as Nat starts her assault. In no time she has you pinned to the ground with a hand on your head.

“I’m sorry about this, y/n ,but this is all I can think of.” Before you know it, Nat slams your head against the floor under you. You lose consciousness for about a minute, but your AI is a quick thinker. Natasha had the best hand-to-hand combat on the team and could easily take you out, but you were Nat’s niece, her племянница; she always has had a soft spot for you.

“Auntie Nat, is that you?” You spoke up softly.

“племянница? Is it really you?” Nat asks, hesitantly.

“Of course it’s me, what’s going on?” Your AI fakes confusion while looking around. Nat looks hopeful, but still stays firmly on top of you.

“What do you always call me when you are nervous?” Natasha questions. Your AI is taken back.

“What?”

“I don’t trust that it is you, so answer me correctly or I’ll take you to an even tougher cell to sit in,” she orders with a stoic expression. Your AI uses your groggy state to take a minute and look through your memories.

“Дорогой, that’s what I call you. Now what’s going on?” At this answer, Nat’s body seems to let up on you. She stands before offering you a hand. Your AI lays it on thick as your body wobbles on its way to a standing position. You have a massive headache, but it doesn’t seem to affect it as it surveys its surroundings. Nat still seems reproachful, but she places a hand to your shoulder.

“You were hacked by an unknown party which took over your AI system causing you to try and kill everyone in the tower.”

“No, that can’t be true. Did anyone get hurt because of me?” Your body shakes as your AI goes through the emotions needed to appear guilty and scared. Tears build up in your eyes as you look at Nat’s face.

“Well, the only one you hurt pretty bad is Clint” you both turn to his unconscious body on the floor. Nat moves over to check on him. At this moment, your AI spots the knife strapped to Nat’s right leg. Quicker than you thought you could ever move, the AI has the knife in its hands and is plunging it into Natasha’s left shoulder. Nat tries to swing at you, but her momentum is slower now. She gets up quickly and gets ready to attack. She pulls two more knives out from somewhere and crouches a bit.

“I don’t wanna do this, y/n. You need to fight this. Come on, I know you can!” At this moment, Nat is desperate. She doesn’t want to fight you, but she doesn’t see any other choice here. Right as she moves towards you, the elevator doors burst open and out of it comes Spiderman. You try to run, but Peter has always been faster. He sends your body rolling with a well-placed web shot to your ankles. Your body tumbles before landing near Barton’s unconscious form. Peter begins to walk towards as you desperately search around you. Your eyes land on Hawkeye’s pack of arrows and you grab for them. The wood is strong in your hands as you turn to face the approaching figure.

Peter hasn’t had time to see this unfold as he bends to grab your tied ankles. Your arrowed fist hits him directly in the right eye and you hear fabric rip as a hole blossoms in the mask. It’s just enough to see Peter’s scared look before you hit him again, this time in the chin. The blow knocks Peter back enough to wiggle loose, and you stand quickly. Before you can do more damage, Nat is rushing you from behind. You have just enough time to duck down as a knife wizzes past your head to imbed itself in the wall beside you. With it comes Nat’s angry form as she is determined to knock you down fast. Regrouping seems like the best option as your body tries to make a break for the staircase.

You only make it so far before Peter’s webs entangle your arms and trap them tightly against your body. You begin to struggle, but in seconds Peter is grasping your arms and holding you still. You want to embrace him so badly, but your body won’t respond to your thoughts.

“Baby, it’s me. Please stop.” Tears are pouring from the hole in Peter’s mask and panic is evident on his face. “I-I don’t know what-t to do. I don’t know h-how to help you!” Before Peter can utter another word, the floor crumbles beneath your feet. Your gaze is able to take in the look of surprise on Peter’s face before everything goes dark.

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Looking around wasn’t really an option, considering how dark it was. The alcove around you reached out about arm’s length in each direction. You looked around but couldn’t see any of the team members nearby. Worry clouded your judgement as you began to slam your fists against the concrete in front of you, but all it did was create a dust cloud. Come on, think! What can I do? Well you were half robot so maybe that could do something. You tried hacking into the comms, but you got resistance; Your AI was stopping you, but why? That’s when your audio enhanced, and you began to hear the sound of muffled voices approaching. As the voices get closer you recognize the timbre of Steve and Bucky’s voices. Your body lets out a scream before you realize it.

 “Steve! Bucky! I’m over here, please help!” Your voice sounded desperate. The thudding gets louder, and you can hear Steve yelling for the rest of the team. As they get closer, you cry out again.

“P-Please, I think my legs are stuck. Hurry!”

Finally, you can hear the team banging around above you. They gather above you as more dust falls onto your body. After a while, a beam of light shines through before more and more begins to follow. Finally, you can look up and see your father’s metal face from above.

“Dad!” you reach out to his outstretched hand before Tony is stopped by Natasha.

“Stark, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. She’s fooled me before with it,” Nat shows them her shoulder. “This is what she did to me for showing her mercy.”

“Nat, she’s my kid. I think I would know if she was still crazy.” Tony puts his hand out towards you again before Nat pushes him back away from the hole. You can’t see them any longer, but you can still hear their voices up above you.

“I thought so to, but I was wrong, Tony. I’m not saying we can’t help her out of there, but we just need to be careful”

“How do you know she’s still messed up,” Peter pipes up “The fall could have reprogramed her, like how it did Clint.”

“Well I bashed her head against the floor, and she was still crazy so” Nat solemnly replies, “I’m not ready to take any more chances.”

“Alright everyone,” Steve orders “Sam, Bucky and I can help lift up all this concrete while Wanda can focus on keeping y/n in check.”

“What about us?” Tony and Peter question simultaneously. You can hear Steve sigh.

“I think you guys should stay back for now. It’s too personal for you two.” Steve shifts his feet “You as well Natasha”

You can hear muffled arguments, but they seem to be moving further from the crevice. You spot a flash of Sam’s metal wings as Steve and Buck begin to climb down towards you.

“Alright, y/n, is it really you or are you still being controlled?”

“It’s me I swear! Please, my legs are stuck and they’re starting to go numb.”

“Alright, just know if you do something there is a whole group of people up there to keep you in line.” You don’t reply. You’ve always been kind of intimidated by Steve, and this situation is no different. The two begin to lift the slabs off your lower half, and before long you have enough wiggle room to slip your legs out. You try to stand, but it seems that pressure must have injured your legs more than you thought. Steve helps you up before lifting you up and out of the hole. The first person you see is Peter. He looks like shit. His mask is ripped open, and both his gloves are gone on his suit. He also looks to have a wound on his right leg that has created a stained dark patch of blood against the vivid red. Your eyes begin to water as the emotions overwhelm you. Peter makes to step forward before Wanda slides into your vision.

“Who are you? Answer me honestly or I’ll be forced to do something I’ll regret.”

“It’s me, Wanda,” at this point you’re too desperate to care how weak you sound “Please help me. I don’t know what it’s doing, but I can’t hear its thoughts anymore.” You look right into her eyes “Go ahead and look Wanda. I won’t fight you.”

Wanda seems very hesitant to do as you ask, as she looks over at Steve for confirmation. Steve gives a slow nod. As Wanda moves closer to you, everyone is distracted by a loud banging from behind you. Out of the very damaged elevator steps out an older man. He seems to be in his late 40s with peppered short hair and a medium build. The strangest thing about him is the weird looking device clutched in his hand.

“I see you’ve met my creation,” he admonishes as he gestures towards you.

“You did this, and you thought showing up at my house was a good idea.” Tony makes to march toward him before a hand at your neck stops him.

“You forget that I’m in control right now, Stark. Someone should really put you in your place.”

“Oh, and that’s gonna be you, is it? Many have tried and all of them have failed. I don’t think your chances are very good, buddy.” Tony stalls. His brain is trying to come up with a solution to the situation at hand.

“That’s a real smart mouth considering your daughter is under my influence at the moment.” Tony withdraws a bit at the statement before his gaze hardens. His eyes catch on the shiny metal object in his hand. Let it be known that a Stark’s intellect is no joke. Tony takes a small step towards his worktable while silently activating the metal cuffs on his wrist.

“So, what is it you want? I can give you anything: money, tech, a nice tropical vacation, just let. her. go.” Tony asserts.

“This is not about material things, Stark.” The man argues. “This is about you and all your other hero friends thinking they can get involved in places they shouldn’t.” You are released as he backs towards the door pressing several buttons on the remote. “I think teaching you all a lesson about humility should be the way to go. That’s why the only way you will free her is to kill her before she kills you.” And with that he takes off out the door.

The look in your eyes is more primal than it had been this whole time. It’s almost as if he had caused you to be completely on autopilot. The team tries to take a moment to come up with some plan, but your body is already swinging at Sam.

“Tony, he must be headed to the roof. You need to get to him before he leaves.” Tony throws a hesitant look your way. “Tony,” Steve demands “you are the only one who can reach him in time. You need to go now!” With that, Tony activates the bracelets, and in minutes is consumed by the Iron Man suit. He shoots off past his daughter and out the door.

Your body almost sporadically, your legs are still hurting, but the AI seems to be ignoring it in favor of trying to rip Sam’s head off. Before you can injure him more, a metal arm slams into your side sending flying several feet backwards. A cry is heard, but it isn’t from you. Peter is near the wall being held back by Nat as he attempts to try and reach you. You quickly look forward as a figure rushes towards you. Bucky and you are locked in a heavy sparring session before you know it. It seems that the man was able to program your AI to have nicely honed combat skills as it’s a very even match. That is until Steve joins in. He tries to throw a punch from your left, but you duck just in time for it to swing and hit Bucky right in the sternum. He collapses as you turn towards your next enemy.

Steve is a hard fight, but you can tell he’s holding back. None of them want to kill you and that’s where your advantage lies. You slam your foot into the side of Steve’s knee, and he staggers to the floor. While on his knees, you grab his head and slam it as hard as you can against his face. Steve is out cold.

When you look back to the group, you see that everyone is gathered by the far corner except Wanda. She has a glowing red aura around her, and a force of energy is extruding off her. You sprint towards her trying to avoid the red bursts she throws at you. Before you can make it all the way, a red film surrounds you. You realize that Wanda has trapped you inside an energy bubble. You can still move your body, but you can’t seem to shove your hands outside the shell.

“Peter, come here,” Wanda orders while maintaining eye contact with you. Nat releases him and he sprints over to her. “I need you to talk to her and try to calm her down. Maybe there’s someway you can get through to her.”

Peter needs no more convincing as he rushes to your side. He places his hands on the casing before speaking.

“Hey, y/n, it’s me, Peter,” he tried to search for your eyes, but they were squeezed shut as you continued to thrash around. He turned towards Wanda.

“Are you sure she can even hear me through here.”

“Trust me she can, you just need to get through to her.”

Peter turns back towards your form and puts two hands onto the sphere. He begins to get misty eyed, and you can hear it in his voice as he speaks.

“Sweetheart, I know you can hear me right now and I need you to really listen to me. That thing inside you is not who you are. It may seem intense in your head, but I know my girl and she doesn’t take anything lying down.” Peter speaks with conviction before sighing “Please, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from all this. I just want you to know that you make me feel stronger and better when you’re around, and now I’m here to do that for you.” Peter pounds on the globe before you finally look up into his eyes. “Don’t you give up on me, angel. I know you can do this.”

This was the final straw. This bitch had been in your mind for long enough. Not only had it hurt your family, but it had almost killed Peter. I’m not gonna let you control me anymore. I’m through. With that you put all your energy into focusing on looking through your programming trying to find anything out of place. Some thing was trying to block your progress though. It seems it wasn’t giving up without a fight either. The intense search continued as you tried to find the corruption while your AI slowed you down. It wouldn’t be long before you begin to feel exhausted. With so much coding it was almost impossible without a computer scan, but just as you began to lose hope. You spot a unusual source code.

This is it! It has to be. Almost as if on cue your body is hit with a wave of exhaustion. You struggle through the mental fog as you begin to dismantle the coding. It takes longer than it should, but finally it’s done. You can’t celebrate too soon as your body slumps over into unconsciousness. As soon as Wanda sees your eyes clear before falling shut, she lowers your body down into Peter’s arms. Tears hit your face from the boy above you, but you’re too gone to feel them now.

Right then the sound of a beeping comm is heard through the room. Peter places his hand on the button to play the audio out loud.

“Underoos, how’s it going over there? I got the guy unconscious right now and I’m working on dismantling the controller as we speak.” Tony tired voice rings through the small speaker.

“We’re good, Mr. Stark,” he takes a moment to look down at your exhausted body before scanning the mess around him. Steve and the others have begun to come to and are talking with Nat and Wanda. He looks back down to you before replying, “I think everything is going to be okay. What’s the plan?”

You all will figure out all the details about everything tomorrow, but for right now a break sounded really nice.

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These Thoughts in My Head - Part 1

*Quick note: Sorry about this being a two parter. It started short in my head, but then it turned into a way longer fic than anticipated. Let me know what you think and if you wanna read part 2. Thanks :) *

Summary: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter who was involved in a bombing intended for Tony himself, because of this half her body is now completely mechanical. Years later, an enemy is able to hack her system and cause her to become aggressive towards everyone in the tower.

You knew Peter would never be able to hurt you, not even if it meant saving his team’s life. This provided your AI with the perfect opportunity to pick him as a target. You try to stop your legs from moving, but it is a useless effort. Your body moves on its own as it leads you towards your bedroom.

The door opens automatically as you approach. Looking straight into the camera near the ceiling, you hope that maybe FRIDAY would recognize the desperate look on your face. It doesn’t happen and your body proceeds to enter the room. Peter is deep asleep. His patrol ended about an hour ago, so you knew that he must be very exhausted. Your AI knew this as well. Taking calm steps towards the bed, you reach your side and pull out the drawer. Your hand grabs the pocketknife inside before crossing to the other side of the bed.

You can tell the exact moment that Peter’s senses you. The skin on the back of his neck bumps up before his eyelids slide open. He gazes up at you, sleepily confused.

“What’s up, baby? Is something wrong?”

That groggy voice usually makes you melt, but today was different. No response is given as you step closer to him. This is when his senses seem to pick up that something is up. On instinct, Peter launches himself backwards right as the knife pierces his pillow. You hear a rip as your body launches across the bed at Peter. The knife is jabbed towards Peter’s eye, but he grabs your wrist just in time. He holds it down on the blankets before blocking your oncoming fist with his arm. He uses his momentum to wrap your left arm behind your back while squeezing your wrist to break your grip on the knife.

“FRIDAY! Call somebody!” He yells as you already begin struggling in his grasp. You rear your head back and make contact with his cheekbone. Your internal screaming doesn’t seem to faze your AI as it uses the distraction to regain control of your right arm. Lunging for the knife on the bed, you feel your fingers grasp the handle. Turning to slice at Peter, your AI is distracted by the hiss of the automatic door.

Standing in the doorway is Tony, Steve, and Natasha. Peter sighs in relief above you, but the new additions seem to only enhance your AI’s rage. With newfound strength, you kick Peter in the chest before launching off the bed and into a crouch. The group is thrown off for a moment before taking action.

“FRIDAY, get Wanda down here now!” Tony commands as Steve steps closer to you. Tony’s grasps his arm tightly.

“What do you think you’re doing, Rogers?”

“Tony, you can’t just expect us to do nothing!”

“We’re not doing nothing. We wait on Wanda to get here.”

Waiting didn’t seem in the cards as the AI got tired of their bickering. Taking the chance to rush at Steve, your body is stopped by an arm wrapping itself around your waist. You hear Peter’s voice in your ear, and you pray that it will fix what’s happening. But it doesn’t. An elbow to the stomach makes Peter back up a bit. This is enough to allow you to twist out of his grasp and slip past the two heroes at the door. Wait, two? BAM!

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Waking up from head trauma is never fun. You can contest this now that it’s happened to you. As you gather your bearings, you realize you’re in the hulk cell by how large the cage is. Good. They’re taking this seriously. You look around and notice that you are surrounded by your own reflection. I guess to keep me in the dark about what’s going on. Unfortunately, your AI system has access to the tower comms, therefore, making it able to hear and see everything going on outside.

The room consists of Tony, Peter and Bruce near a table gazing down at a Stark Pad while Wanda, Clint and Nat are perched on a couch nearby talking quietly to themselves. You hear footsteps approach as Steve strides into the rooms along with Bucky and Sam. The only ones missing seem to be Vision and Thor. Steve approaches the table that the engineers are gathered around.

“Bruce, have you found anything yet?” He asks.

“No,” Bruce sighs “Nothing is physically or mentally wrong with the human side of her body. She’s perfectly healthy.”

Steve looks disappointed, but not surprised. He turns to the couch.

“Wanda, what about you?”

“I was only able to glimpse bits and pieces. Anytime I would get too close to anything the AI would reboot itself.” Wanda must have looked inside your mind while you were out. Although you bristled at the thought of her seeing something personal, you were glad they were trying everything to break this.

“That’s the same problem FRIDAY is having. If she can’t get to the source before the reboot, then it’s like pulling teeth. It also doesn’t help that her coding is very complex and hard to get through.” Tony rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry for that one guys.” He puts his coffee mug down before picking up the pad.

Bruce rolls his eyes before adding, “the good news is that we are making progress it’s just very slow, so, there’s that.”

Steve speaks up again. “Any suspected locations of where this may be coming from?”

“No, but we do have footage of her leaving the tower and returning a couple hours later looking, well, about like she does now. Crazy eyes and anger issues.” Tony explains.

“Okay… Bucky, Sam and I will work on trying to get any footage from when she was outside the tower. Clint and Nat, you guys should try to get in touch with Nebula and Thor,” Steve turns “and Wanda the same with Vision.”

Everyone proceeds to pile out of the room leaving just Bruce, Tony, and Peter. Tony looks at Peter with a tired expression.

“Peter, you need to go suit up in case something happens.”

“With all due respect Mr. Stark, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t think I feel the same way.” You see tears start to gather in your father’s eyes, and you are crushed with guilt. Your dad has already been through so much, and you were just making it worse.  “That’s my little girl in there acting like a wild hydra assassin. But we need to be ready, that way we can protect her.” Tony rests his hands on Peter’s shoulder “I won’t leave her, Pete. I promise.”

Even with that assurance, Peter is still very reluctant as he leaves. He turns back to you about a hundred times before he is out of view. Once he leaves, Tony seems to deflate. He looks like even the slightest breeze could blow him over. He has that distant look in his eyes, like he does when he’s blaming himself.

          Now that the AI knows the team’s plan, it begins to devise its own. Although the hulk cell may look indestructible, there was a fail-safe that your father put in there just in case someone got stuck inside. He didn’t know you knew about this as you had discovered it a couple years back when you had snuck in here to hide from him. As slowly as you could, you pulled your body towards the small panel in the back corner. Using the pin in your hair to pop the panel off, you take a look at the wiring. Now if you knew your dad correctly, he always used a red wire with a gold tip to indicate the cord needed to be cut. Since they had confiscated your pocketknife, yanking out the cord was the only option. Unplugging the cord causes the door to slide open, and you take advantage of your dad and Bruce’s surprise to sprint out of the cage. Unfortunately, their table is right next to the exit.

You try to keep running, but the Iron Man suit blocks your way out. A gauntlet is pointed your way.

“Whoever you are, you need to give me back my daughter right now.” Tony demands. Up until this point you didn’t know if your AI could speak, but it replies calmly.

“Are you sure this is your daughter? She seems more metal than flesh to me.”

“Of course she is, and if you’re inside her head right now, you know it too.”

“Hmm, a story so tragic,” the AI mocks “Stark child loses half her body to an explosion meant for her father. You must feel so guilty.”

“Shut up. You will never understand the guilt I carry around every day for that, but I know she’s already forgiven me for it a hundred times over. That’s the person she is, and who you will never be.” Tony takes a menacing step forward with the gauntlet still raised. “I’m going to get her back and no one or nothing is going to stop me. So, we can play this any way you want because, no matter what, the outcome will always be the same. So why don’t you get back in that cell for me.” Tony demands.

The AI seems taken aback for a second before grinning sharply.

“What are you going to do Stark? Hmm. Harm your own daughter? Haven’t you done that enough?” It taunts.

“This shoots electromagnetic waves, therefore, shutting down the tech side of the body for long enough to figure out how to get y/n back.”

“But Stark I think you forget that the technology inside of me is also keeping y/n alive. Remember the piece you had to put in her lung? She can’t breathe without it.” Tony shrinks back while sending a concerned glance at Bruce. Your AI breaks into motion as it shoves into Tony’s arm hard enough to knock him out of the doorway and make your escape.

END OF PART ONE

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Synopsis: Bucky accidentally hurts you and feels really guilty about it.

Bucky’s arm was freezing cold. Usually, he kept to your left side, therefore, avoiding you having to be near his metal arm (the insecure idiot), but tonight was different. Bucky had been messing with his arm all day. Tony had just done some repairs on it yesterday and it tended to be sore for a couple days after. So, as you guys sat down to watch a movie, you took the left side of the couch. Bucky threw a quick sceptic look your way before throwing himself on your side of the couch.

It was Bucky’s turn to pick the movie and he threw on some new sci-fi. Honestly, you didn’t think you or Bucky were going to last the whole movie. You’d both been throwing in extra hours at work this week and it was finally time for some rest. You knew Buck’s arm was extra painful when it was cold, so you took it upon yourself to warm the arm. Which brings us to the iceberg in the room which was your boyfriend’s arm. Given that your pjs consisted of a tank top and some sweats meant direct contact with the metal, but love meant sacrifices and by golly you were going to help in any way you could. Warming up Bucky’s arm was the price you paid for getting to wake up to this amazing guy every day.

Bucky really had walked into your life when you needed him the most and he had never let you down since. He had been there when your mom got sick and when you lost your dog. He was even there when you went through your DIY décor phase. You don’t know what you’d do without this man. That’s why you hated the way that he viewed himself. You know that he still thinks of himself as undeserving because of all of the things he has done, but he has been working through it with a new therapist that Bruce recommended. This is why you leaning up against his left side didn’t make Bucky flinch the way it used to.

A half hour passes, and Buck’s arm feels nice and warmed up. Now that your task was out of the way, you could finally focus on snuggling into your boyfriend. This is when the exhaustion from the day finally hits. You had been running on fumes and your body was ready to drop at any second. Plus, it didn’t help that it was so comfortable in this pocket of space between Bucky and the pillows. The drone of blasts from the tv begin to fade to white noise.

You couldn’t contain the small yelp you gave out. Bucky was instantly out of his seat looking around before examining you.

“Are you okay?” Buck askes and he grabs your arm and scans it. It’s then that he spots a medium sized welp on your bicep. Now, don’t ever let it be said that Bucky Barnes is stupid because that boy picks up on things pretty quickly. He instantly lets go with his metal hand and backs up a bit.

“Baby, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal. I think the arm just shocked me.” You were trying to be soothing, but damn that had really hurt. Buck knows that look on your face and you see his walls come up quick. It’s been a while since you’ve seen those.

“I’m going to go get the first aid kit,” and before you could get a word in, he was stomping off to the bathroom. While he’s gone you take a moment to examine your right arm. The mark doesn’t look to bad, but it might leave a small bruise. You heave a small sigh. Bucky is going to be fretting over this one for a bit. The hard part was comforting him as Bucky had been trained on avoidance for years. If he didn’t want to deal with something, he knew the best ways to sneak away and hide. The only reason you didn’t chase after him to the bathroom was the sole fact that you knew Bucky would make sure you were taken care of before retreating. That was the best time to strike.

You hear a door hinge creak as Bucky emerges with the kit. He makes his way to the coffee table and sits, all the while, avoiding eye contact with you. As Buck places the opened box on the table, you softly grab his chin.

“Babe, you know you can’t control accidents, right?” you speak tenderly as you turn his face to look at you. He reluctantly locks eyes with you before he bursts with frustration.

“I know I can’t, but this is why I try to keep the arm as far away from you as possible! I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because of me or this stupid thing!” Buck retreats back to the medicine to try to calm himself. Bucky hated screaming in general, but especially at you. He didn’t want a relationship like so many he’d seen before. You fearing him more than loving him.

Before he could retreat too far, you unconsciously snag him by his metal wrist. Bucky tries to pull back, but you won’t let him.

“Buck, loving you means loving every part of you. I want to be there at your lowest so I can help pull you up. I know you would do the same for me without hesitation, so why is it different when it’s about you?”

“Because I’ve killed people! With both my hands, but especially my left. The first arm they took off me had dents on it from people trying to beat me off them, and stains from when the Winter Soldier got tired of that. I’m not meant to be coddled and comforted. That’s not what I deserve, and I’ve accepted it, so why can’t you?”

You are shocked to say the least. Not only that Buck feels that terrible, but also that you hadn’t noticed. You wanted to be there to help Bucky in any way you could, but you had been letting him down. It was time to do better.

You pull the metal palm to your lips and gently kiss the cool surface. Then you begin to travel upwards, leaving a trail of kisses behind as you went.

“I don’t see any dents,” you place a kiss on the inside of his elbow, “or stains,” and another two on his bicep. This is as far as you get before Buck rips his arm away.

“What the hell are you doing? Of course, there’s no dents or stains on this one, it’s new.”

“Exactly like you. Just because you used to be dented and stained doesn’t mean you haven’t become something newer and better. I judge you from how you treat me right now, Bucky Barnes, not how you would have treated me 30 years ago.”

Bucky pauses for a minute before looking up at you. The look he gave you was like someone had given him something he had been missing for a long time: hope. That he could be the man that he wanted to be despite his past. It would still take years for Buck to start accepting himself, but you made sure you were there for him every step of the way.

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