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[demonsandmischief]

There's a moment in Endgame that i think is very overshadowed because it's between Steve picking up Thor's hammer and the portals opening.

Steve was hurt, but he gets back up to face Thanos' army alone. He was one against all of them, but he still stood up against them. He had to have known that he couldn't defeat them, but he was still going to try.

Idk. That's just such a true representation of Steve's character.

[demonsandmischief]

s 6 of spn is soooo Destiel coded

- Balthazar telling Dean that Cas is in love with him

- Fate called Sam and Dean Cas' pets

-The entire episode from Cas' POV and it's ALL about Dean and his feelings

I totally understand now

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Safe & Sound

A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Please Note Trigger Warnings Below

1.8K Words

-Safe & Sound-

You're a cleaner for The Avengers' Compound. Your boss is creepy, and that doesn't go unnoticed by Steve Rogers. When your boss tries to hurt you, it's Steve that comes to the rescue.

TW: attempted Sexual Assault/Depicted Abuse. My intention is to never ever make light of these situations.

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Most of the time, your eyes found his blue ones. It was a piercing blue that resembled the vast ocean. Your heart seemed to skip inside of your chest at his presence.

You didn't have many interactions with Steve Rogers, Captain America, as the world knows him, but there was one in particular that never left your mind.

You were pushing your cleaning cart along the hallway, wiping the windows as you came across them. You didn't even hear Steve Rogers come up behind you until you turned around.

You startled a bit, feeling the blush creep up your neck.

"Who did this to you?" he asked, his beautiful features furrowed. He hesitantly reached out to brush his thumb across the bruise on your cheek.

Your boss had struck you out of frustration, for whatever reason. It was the first time he had been violent, but you wished you would have taken it as a warning for what was to come.

"It was just an accident," you told Steve, whom you knew was not convinced.

He kept a watchful eye on you from that point forward.

However, Steve liked to train new recruits alongside Natasha Romanoff, and their work with the Avengers had them all over the map.

You weren't surprised to find that you would be cleaning some of the suites that belonged to the Avengers while they were away, because that was typical. The superhero group preferred their privacy for what little downtime they had, and you only ever went into their spaces when they requested.

You were cleaning Natasha's suite. It was bare and spotless, but you still mopped the floors and washed her bedding. It was your last room of the day, and you were eager to get home and enjoy your weekend.

Your boss's name was Ian, and he was the only reason why you didn't like your job. He was creepy, and it only seemed to be towards you. He was kind and reasonable to all of your other coworkers, and that is the reason why you felt like you couldn't mention anything about it to anyone. You had assumed him hitting you was truly a one-time thing.

You rolled your cleaning cart back to its place in the storage room, noticing you were the last one to do so. It would seem like all of your coworkers had left for the evening.

You didn't even hear Ian enter the room, or maybe he had been there right from the start, waiting.

You gasped as you turned right into him.

"You startled me," you said, stepping back to widen the space between you. The words reminded you of your prior interaction with Steve, but this certainly was not the same feeling.

"I'm getting ready to clock out for the evening. Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Are you offering?" he asked, his lips quirking up into a slimy smile.

You immediately knew something was off. You had a sinking feeling-a horrible sensation that sent shivers throughout your entire body. You realized you were in danger, serious danger, as no one was around to come to your rescue.

You brushed off his comment, moving around him, but he stopped you with his arm. His fingers tightened against your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" you asked, trying to pull away from his grip.

"You know, there is not a single camera in this room," he said.

You squirmed, but he used his other arm to hold you in place. You couldn't move against his grip, so you used your voice, screaming as loud as you possibly could until he used his hand to muffle your mouth. He pulled his hand away for just a brief moment to strike you with his open palm.

You used one of your legs to kick, but he moved out of the way. Your heart was pounding violently in your chest. You could feel each distinct thump that jolted everything in you.

"You're so feisty," he chuckled. He didn't even seem fazed by your efforts to get away. "You know, people might see you as pretty if you started showing some skin. I can help you with that."

He pushed you roughly against the nearest wall, using the hand over your mouth to knock your head back against the solid structure. Your vision darkened from the violent motion, and he used that to his advantage as he started pulling at your clothes.

You felt the hopelessness right then as it became more exhausting to fight against him. You were no match for him and his strength.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Steve Rogers asked, entering the room.

"We're just having a little fun, man. Get out of here," Ian said.

Steve reached you in no time. He shoved Ian off of you.

"Fun?" Steve asked. "You think this is fun?"

Ian moved to punch Steve, but he was no match for the Captain, who caught Ian's fist and twisted his arm back until Ian yelled out in pain.

Steve landed a solid punch to Ian's jaw, knocking him out cold.

Steve finally turned to you.

"Hey," Steve whispered, crouching down next to where you had slid to the floor. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head no, feeling the tears that you had been suppressing work their way to the surface.

You tried to muffle your sob with your hand.

"It's okay," Steve said. He pulled off his jacket, carefully wrapping it around you to cover the places where your clothes had been torn. The warmth was comforting, but it didn't ease the danger you still felt.

Ian stirred on the ground, and the fear in your body came back full force. You whimpered, reaching for Steve, who allowed you to wrap around him.

"Let me take care of him, okay?" he asked, pushing your hair away from your face gently. "Can I take you to my room for a moment? I'll get you home after."

You nodded because there wasn't much else you could do. Your mind was a muddled mess.

Steve scooped you up off the ground, and you tucked into him. You knew you were safe with him.

"I'll be right back," he promised, setting you on his couch in his suite. You watched him leave.

A lot of the feelings surfaced without his presence. You couldn't believe what just happened to you- what could have happened if Steve hadn't been there. Every inch of you felt disgusting, and it was as if you could feel tiny bugs crawling along your skin.

You had the urge to scrub yourself down, every single inch, to rid of Ian's disgusting touch.

"He's going to come back," you sobbed to Steve as soon as he walked through his door.

"He will not. You will never see him again," he promised.

"He's going to come back and finish the job," you insisted hysterically. "I can feel him all over me."

You pulled at your clothes, scraping your nails against your skin, until Steve took your hands to stop you.

"Don't do that," he whispered, taking your hands. "How about a shower and a change of clothes instead?"

The steady stream of Steve's shower eased you at first, but it also grounded you. It made you realize just how real this situation was, and it was not some nightmare you were going to wake up from.

You scrubbed your skin until it was pink, and then you broke down again, letting the sound of the water cover your painful cries.

Steve's knocking on the bathroom door interrupted you. You heard him open the door, but you didn't feel fear, not with him.

"I'm just going to set some clothes on the counter for you when you get out," Steve said. "Let me know if you need anything else."

The tears didn't come back, just an absolute exhaustion that covered every part of your body.

It was Steve's clothes in the pile he had set out for you. It was a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and despite them being oversized, you settled into the comfort.

Steve was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when you found him. He reached for you, and you went to him, curling up next to him. He covered you in a warm blanket.

"It's okay," Steve soothed. "You're okay here."

He repeated gentle words until your heavy eyes fluttered shut.

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You woke up in Steve's bed. The room was dark, and you squinted at the clock only to discover that it was now nighttime.

You rubbed your eyes that ached from crying. You shuffled out of the bedroom to find Steve.

He was cooking something at the stove. It smelled amazing, and your neglected stomach rumbled.

"Hey," he greeted, his stern features brightening.

"Hi," you said back. You twisted your hands together a bit. "I never said thank you for today. All of this. I'm really glad you were there."

"Me too," Steve said, stepping closer. "I'm just sorry that I didn't do a damn thing about it when I saw that bruise. It was from him, wasn't it?"

You nodded.

"You should've told me. I would've taken care of him immediately," he said, reaching out to cup your face. "It's over now. You're safe."

His words were soft, and you wondered if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

Steve's lips brushed across your forehead before he backed away. Your heart fluttered.

"I'm not much of a cook, but I do know a few things," he said. He plated the pasta dish, gesturing you over to his small table.

You didn't think you would be able to eat. Your stomach was still completely knotted up, but the food smelled amazing.

Eating settled you. It was a normal task, and a comforting meal. You felt a little bit better.

"I'm still worried," you admitted after a moment, finding Steve's familiar gaze.

"I know," Steve said, taking your hand. "Do you want to stay here tonight?"

You nodded.

Steve took your dishes to the sink.

"How about a movie?" he asked, pulling a package of Oreos from the cabinet.

You couldn't deny the the smile you felt lift your features.

"Oreos?" you asked.

"Don't tell Natasha, but I took them from her room. If you ever need snacks, she probably has everything you could imagine in there," Steve said, his own features brightening.

He came over to you, brushing the hair away from your face.

"There's that smile," he cooed, letting his cheek brush against yours. The gentle affection immediately had you feeling giddy, and you welcomed the feelings.

You moved to the couch for a movie, staying close to Steve and under that same comforting blanket. You believed him now. Everything was going to be okay.

-----AN----

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I actually really liked The Marvels (way more than I expected) when I saw it yesterday for my birthday. I liked this version of Captain Marvel vs the one we've seen in the past. It felt good to get back to something so classically Marvel - one villain, one epic fight, fun music and the perfect balance of humor.

Plus cute cats.

I'd definitely watch it again.

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Disconnect

A Bucky Barnes Imagine

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

1.2K Words Angst and Fluff

-Disconnect-

You and Bucky seem to be living very separate lives, and finding time for each other has become more difficult.

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You glanced at your phone, surprised to see an incoming call from your boyfriend, Bucky. It wasn't often that he called. It was usually you who called him.

"Hey, baby," his smooth voice greeted. It was familiar and warm, and made your heart thud painfully in your chest. You missed him so much.

You pushed yourself upright from where you were lying down on the couch in your apartment. You gripped your favorite blanket between your fingers, finding comfort in the soft fabric.

"Hi," you said back. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," he said. "What time is it there? I always lose track. I didn't want to call too late."

"It is late," you confirmed, pulling your phone away from your ear. You squinted at the bright display, finding it to be just after eleven. "Where are you at?"

"I'm working out in California right now," he answered. "I just got back in from Germany."

"Germany?" You had no idea that he was even out of the country. You felt the pressure of tears behind your eyes that you tried to keep at bay. You were exhausted of this.

You had met Bucky by accident when he was working with Sam Wilson in Washington, D.C. You had instantly clicked. At the time, it was really good because he was doing work there that had lasted several months.

But then he started traveling again. You both had promised to make the effort to keep your relationship going, but lately all of it felt so one-sided. You didn't know him anymore, and you felt like you were hanging on to something that no longer existed.

It was quiet on the phone. You struggled with what to say next.

"I can't keep going like this, Buck," you said softly. You couldn't keep the tears back any longer, letting them stream down your cheeks. Your chest ached, and you pulled the phone away from your ear so you could muffle your sob with the blanket. "Do you even love me anymore?"

Bucky said your name firmly, like he was scolding you for even doubting his feelings for you.

"I'm sorry that it's been like this," he said. "But I can't -"

"You can't or you won't?" you asked, drying your damp face with the palm of your hand. You sniffled.

"I just wished that I was important enough to you," you added in a whisper. You wondered if he even heard that part. "You travel to all of these places, and you can't travel here to see me. I've even offered to come to you."

"It's for my job," Bucky said. "And you know it's dangerous. I would never put you at risk because of me."

You nodded even though he couldn't see you. You had talked about this before, and his answer was still the same.

He could've made the effort, though. He could have flown to Germany out of DC so you could see him, even if it was only for a brief moment.

"Fine," you agreed. You realized he had never answered your question. Did he even love you anymore? Maybe he didn't.

The fact that he hadn't reassured you caused a deep, painful ache in your chest so profound that you found yourself struggling to take in a deep enough breath.

"Fine?" he repeated, sounding surprised that you had even agreed with him after all of that.

"Of course it's not fine, Bucky," you sighed. "but I do respect the fact that you don't want to see me, or talk to me, or even love me anymore. It was bound to happen with all of this distance between us."

You continued, saying the part that you dreaded the most. "I don't think we should keep going like this. We can't. I can't."

You disconnected the call, tossing your phone somewhere on the couch. You buried your head in your hands, letting out all of the pain and sadness you had been holding in.

You didn't expect this to hurt so badly. You were the one who broke up with him, but that didn't mean you didn't love him. You loved him deeply.

You ended up crying yourself to sleep on your couch.

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The sun starting to peek through your blinds woke you up. It was really early - just about six thirty. You yawned, feeling the stickiness of your face. You hated the feeling, the reminder.

You folded your blanket, walking towards your bedroom. It was Saturday, so you didn't have anywhere to be, but you were stiff from sleeping on your couch all night.

You managed to wash your face, pulling the blankets back on your neatly made bed so you could crawl in and sleep a bit more.

You heard your front door opening, which startled you. The only other person who had a key was Bucky, and he was all the way across the country.

You shuffled hesitantly out of your room and towards the noise, surprised to see that it was, in fact, Bucky.

"Do I still love you?" he asked, repeating the question that you had asked him on the phone. He dropped his bag, heading straight for you and you froze. "What the hell do you mean?"

His sassy, rhetorical question almost made you laugh, despite everything.

He cupped your cheeks, firmly planting his lips on yours, and it felt so good, so familiar. You gripped his jacket for support as he didn't let up.

"Buck," you murmured despite his persistent kisses. "What are you doing here? You said you were in California."

"I caught a flight," he said, running his thumb along your cheek. "I love you with everything in me, baby. If you were missing me, you just had to say the word, and I would be here in an instant."

He gave you another peck, his lips following a path down your cheek to your neck.

"I can't read your mind. I'm not very good at this. I told you that, remember?" His warm drawl settled over you, comforting you. You stepped forward to press against his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his back.

"Maybe I was distancing myself," he admitted. "Every time I talked to you, it reminded me of how desperately I wanted to come home."

"Me too," you whispered.

"But I can fix it," he promised. "I will fix it. I'll make sure I leave time to come here between my jobs, and I will keep you in the loop about where I'm going to be from now on."

You nodded. You believed him because you wanted this to work.

"I'm just sorry that I didn't do any of this before," he added, this time much softer. He ran his hand firmly down your back, soothing all of the ache you had been feeling.

"I could have told you how I was feeling sooner, rather than just accusing," you said.

He cupped your cheeks again.

"You're not taking the blame for this one, pretty girl," he cooed. "This one's on me."

"Can you stay?" you asked, leaning up for a kiss. "You must be exhausted."

He nodded. "I have a few days. We have a lot of making up to do, baby."

He lifted you up effortlessly and you giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were happy that he was home, and you could see things actually getting better.

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Tipsy

A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

600 Words

Fluffy AU because Steve can't actually get drunk because of the serum

-Tipsy-

In which Steve gets a little drunk at a party.

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You and Steve Rogers had gone to a party hosted by none other than Tony Stark. You hated parties and would rather keep what little downtime you had with your boyfriend to yourself, but the billionaire had insisted. Besides, it had been awhile since Steve had a chance to be around his friends without work being involved.

Even Thor had shown up.

You didn't drink much, just stuck to your one glass of something fruity and wandered the large ballroom to find someone to talk to.

You were grabbed from behind and you gasped, twisting around to find your boyfriend's broody features to be brighter than usual. His lips quirked up as he pulled you against his chest.

"Steve," you gasped. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," his deep voice said over the music. He took your drink, setting it down on the table next to him. "You just look so damn beautiful in this dress."

His hands slid down from your waist. You had to physically move them back up from your butt, which seemed to amuse him.

"You're drunk," you concluded, never seeing him act in such a way.

"I'm not that drunk," he reassured. "I saw you dancing over there. It was very hot."

"Hot?" you asked, feeling a flush run up your neck. Your typical stoic, reserved Captain would never say that. You bit back your amused smile.

"Come on," he teased. "Show me your moves."

You shook your head no.

"Don't get shy on me now, honey," Steve said. He took your hand, twirling you in a circle.

You laughed, and he bent his head to swallow the sound. His lips meshed with yours roughly, and he cupped your cheeks to hold you in place. Heat flooded your body, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips.

You pulled back.

"We're at a party," you protested, trying to get the words out against his persistent kisses.

"So?"

"So," you repeated with another laugh. "So you can't kiss me like that with people around."

He looked like he was going to protest, but someone called his name from behind. Steve straightened. His features defaulted back to their typical stern position, and he wrapped you protectively by his side.

"Tony," Steve greeted.

You were surprised by the quick change. Maybe he really wasn't that drunk.

"It's been a great party," you offered.

"Right, thanks," Tony nodded, throwing back what was left in his glass with one swallow. "Like the whole room didn't see you try to swallow each other just now."

You felt the blush fill your cheeks.

"What do you need?" Steve asked.

"Nothing important," Tony answered. "I just heard a rumour about some strong Asgardian alcohol that has cost me several thousand dollars."

"What do you mean?" Steve's frown didn't change.

"Thor started smashing stuff Hulk-style. He kept throwing his glass, demanding more drinks. I heard that he had shared whatever he had brought with you, and wanted to make sure you weren't about to start destroying the place."

"I'm fine," Steve said.

Tony walked away, and Steve lowered his head to speak close to you. "I just can't wait to get you home."

You giggled, feeling the heat coil throughout your body. You squirmed away from his moving hands. He kissed you again, pulling you flush against him.

"Fine," you give in. "Let's get out of here before you make a scene."

Steve smirked, taking your hand.

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Care

A Supernatural Imagine

Sam, Dean, Castiel x Female Reader

400 Words

-Care-

In which you take care of the three boys after they come back to the motel injured.

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"I call dibs," Dean said as he, Sam, and Castiel entered the motel room. You were sleeping soundly, quite literally an angel.

"You can't," Sam protested. "We take turns. Remember?"

Dean groaned. "Castiel gets way too close."

"Would you please shut up?" you whined, awakened by their talking. You shoved the pillow over your face with a huff.

Sam dropped onto the bed next to you with a grunt of his own. You peeled the pillow away to look at him, to look at all of them and their conditions.

"You can't go to bed like that," you told Sam, eyeing the blood and grime that made you cringe.

"I just need a minute," he said back.

"Those cuts need to be cleaned. Sit up."

You swung your feet off the bed, shivering from the freezing air. You grumbled to yourself as you made your way to your bag for the first aid kit. You got a rag from the bathroom so you could clean away the dirt.

"Take a shower, Dean," you said.

"What?" Dean asked. "Why me?"

"Because then I can clean up Castiel and Sam and then they can shower. You guys are filthy."

Dean obeyed your commands. You yawned, dropping onto the bed.

Castiel came closer, sitting next to you. He cupped your cheek.

"I've always been on my own," he admitted. "The way you care for each of us, it's amazing."

You blushed, reaching for his skin that was blemish free. You still inspected every inch just to be sure, before you turned to Sam.

"I'm sorry that we woke you, honey," Sam said. He lowered his head until his lips brushed yours.

"I'm glad you did," you whispered back. You needed to know that they were safe.

Cas helped you clean Sam up, until Dean got out of the bathroom.

"Sam gets special treatment. I get told to take a shower, that by the way, was freezing." Dean rolled his eyes dramatically, clutching the towel around his waist.

"Let me wrap that cut," you said, reaching for him.

Sam stood up, and Dean took his place. He showed you his forearm and the jagged cut that was quite deep. Your stomach twisted.

"You should put some clothes on, Dean," Castiel said.

Dean ignored him, watching you sit and fret over him. He loved it. He loved the care you gave each of them. He loved you.

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Willow

A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Avenger! Female Reader

Listen to Willow while you read.

Endgame AU

1.5K Words

-Willow-

A lot has changed since you last saw Steve. Forced to be on the run, saving the world, and then being blipped only made things more complicated. Your feelings return full force when you see him standing against Thanos (the final time).

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You could see the flame in his eye dwindling. It had started when the both of you were forced to be on the run after the Sokovia Accords.

You hadn't seen Steve Rogers for years, but the feelings you had fought so hard against returned full force. Steve was your everything, and would always be your everything, even if he would never know it.

And then Thanos happened the first time. You were dust for most of the second.

The last battle was an enduring one. It took its toll on Steve, the man you had fought alongside for years. He had changed while you were gone, and you had never seen him so low, yet so determined. You were worried about him. You couldn't help it. You found his deep blue eyes immediately, even with all of the people that Strange had gathered, and the dust that had yet to settle.

The battle with Thanos had just finished. You were confused. You had just lost some really close friends, and the world was so different than from what you remembered.

Everyone went their separate ways. You hung back, uncertain of where to go or what to do.

Steve was the one who found you. You couldn't make out what he was saying because your ears were ringing so badly. Your chest was heaving, and the pain of all of the injuries you had pushed aside to keep fighting hit you like a train.

He reached for you, and you caught sight of his badly injured arm. It was definitely broken, and the idea of him being hurt churned your stomach. After that, you aren't sure what happened because everything went black.

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You came to with a start, hoping it was all just some horrible nightmare. You took in a deep breath that your body rejected. You gasped, struggling to sit upright. You were confused about where you were, what had happened. Everything hurt deeply, and you couldn't breathe.

The light flipped on, momentarily distracting you from the panic you had created. Steve was by your side in an instant.

"You're okay," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're at my place. You're fine."

His hand went to your shoulder, and then to your cheek. He lifted your face to look at him. Your eyes were locked. His thumb stroked gently against your skin. You settled into the warm touch.

"Steve," you whispered, wanting to tell him how you felt. You choked on the words.

He hummed in response, dropping his hand.

You took in his injuries. His injured arm was bandaged tightly. His hair was matted. His lip was busted, and there were so many bruises. You hated seeing him hurt.

"I missed you so much," he finally said. "For five years, I was all alone, truly alone. Even when I was on the run, I knew I could find you. I could find Sam, and Buck. This was different. I didn't know what to do."

Your lip trembled. His eyes caught the movement, and he gave you a half-effort smile. You tried to match it, but you could feel the pressure of tears behind your eyes. You had missed him, too.

"You can cry. It's okay," he whispered.

You moved closer until you could drop your head exhaustedly on his chest. He rubbed your back, and you let all of the tears that you had been suppressing free.

He held you as you cried, and you took a moment to appreciate how good it felt to be close to him after so long.

Dating had never been a possibility before. The job was too complicated, too political. But now... what did it matter? You were so tired of fighting. You just needed some calm now.

You wondered how Steve felt.

When the tears subsided to sniffles, you pulled back.

"Are you hurt?" Steve asked, looking you over.

You glanced down at the cuts and bruises that littered your skin beneath thick layers of dirt and dust.

"Not badly," you said. You were sore, and you could tell some muscles had been overused. "But you are."

You reached for his injured arm, inspecting his bandage.

"I don't think it's broken," he admitted. "But strapping my dirty shield to the open wound probably wasn't the best thing for it."

You looked up, finding his eyes once more.

"You should get your cuts cleaned up," he said. "Can you stand?"

He stood first, offering you his hands. You were thankful for his grip as your legs wobbled unsteadily underneath you. It took a moment for them to stabilize.

You were so close to Steve. You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the proximity, at his familiar smell. You wanted him to say something, anything to give you a glimpse into his feelings.

"Shower's across the hall," he said, dropping your hands gently. "There should be a first aid kit in there if you need it."

He backed off, going into his closet. He came back with a t-shirt and sweatpants. He offered them over. "It's the best I can do."

You could feel your heart pick up speed at the pure kindness. There was no better way to describe Steve Rogers. He was as kind and selfless as they come.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Steve nodded.

You took your time in the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin. Your wounds burned under the spray of the water, but you relished in the pain. It felt good to feel, to be alive. You were thankful for having nothing but minor injuries, but you couldn't help but wonder what was left for you.

Now, you had no home. You had nothing left to your name. You had been erased from the world's memory.

Nothing was bleeding, but you could feel some scabs reopening as you moved in and out of the shower. You had a deep cut on your side that you wrapped. Your feet and hands were torn up. There was a bad scrape on your bicep. You had a dark bruise forming under your eye, and several others all over. Your ribs were the worst. They protested every movement, and they were slowly turning a sickish color that turned your stomach. You could feel a crack or two on the left side.

You put on Steve's clothes. His smell comforted you.

He had worked fast, and had already changed the bed sheets. He was nowhere to be found in the small house.

You took a seat on his couch, waiting for him to return from wherever he went.

You slowly slid down, falling asleep once again.

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You were covered in a heavy blanket that was beyond comforting. Something smelled amazing, and your eyes opened. You sat up, finding Steve in the kitchen. He was cooking, and you smiled at the normality of it all.

"Hey," he greeted. "I'm making lunch."

He turned off the faucet, coming to sit next to you.

"Is that where you went?" you asked curiously.

He nodded. "I haven't been here in awhile. With work, it was easier to be closer to everyone else.”

You nodded like you understood, and you did. Work had always been your priority before.

"Steve," you whispered, trying again.

He hummed, taking your hands.

"I missed you more than you will ever know," you said, keeping your voice soft. You sighed. "I'm tired of fighting this."

He kissed your closed hand with a gentle smile forming. The smile was genuine, and having the little light back on his solemn features eased you greatly.

"Good," he said. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

He looked like he was going to say something else, but the timer in the kitchen beeped.

You followed him into the kitchen, glancing into the oven over his shoulder. It smelled amazing, and your neglected stomach rumbled.

"I didn't know you cooked," you said.

Steve shrugged, setting another timer, before turning around.

You moved closer to him until he got the hint. You tucked into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.

He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"It feels so good to finally hold you," he admitted. "I'm so glad you are okay."

"I'm glad that you're okay," you said back, muffled by his shirt. "I'm glad you didn't do anything stupid while I was gone."

He finally chuckled. "Not without you."

You looked up at him to find him already looking down at you. You were tempted to say the three words on the tip of your tongue, but you were unsure of his reaction.

Words didn't need to be expressed as he finally bent his head down to kiss you. You relaxed, and for the first time all day, you were exactly where you belonged.

----------------------Author's Note----------------------

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Changes

A Chris Evans Imagine

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Soft Angst, Fluff

1.6K Words

-Changes-

Telling Chris you're pregnant doesn't go how either of you plan.

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You were a nervous wreck, anxiously waiting for your husband, Chris Evans, to get done with his meeting in the upstairs office. You were sitting on your couch, the softest blanket pulled up to your chin. You started to doze.

Movement in the room woke you up, and you blinked, trying to come to your surroundings. You had slid on the couch until you were laying down, using the arm rest as a pillow.

Chris was in the kitchen. He grinned when he saw you were awake. He came closer.

"Hi, baby," he whispered, smoothing the hair out of your face. "Did you have a good nap?"

You nodded, that anxious knot never uncoiling in your stomach.

"How was your meeting?" you asked.

"Good," Chris confirmed with a nod. "I fly out for that shoot on Monday. It's going to be a busy few months."

Your lip wobbled unsteadily. You could feel each distinct thump of your heartbeat as it threatened to break out of your chest.

"What is it?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "Something is bothering you. Was it your doctor's appointment today? I know they make you anxious. What did they say about you being nauseous?"

He picked up your arm, inspecting the bandage that was still wrapped from where the doctor had drawn blood.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted.

Chris froze.

"What?"

"That's why I've been so sick," you said. "They did blood work doing my appointment. I'm probably four weeks along."

Chris had a deep frown that creased his handsome features. You wished he would say something to ease the feelings of uncertainty that coursed through you.

"Did you know before you went today?"

You felt the knot in your throat, followed by the pressure of tears behind your eyes. You had wanted him to be excited, to comfort you during the uncertainty.

"I mean, my period has been late, but there are a lot of reasons why that could happen. I just thought I had a bug."

Chris nodded slowly.

"Please say something," you whispered. The tears you had been holding back dripped onto your cheeks.

"It's a lot," he mumbled. "We were just starting to build our lives together. And my job. My job isn't suited for me to be a father."

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm going to be leaving for this movie shoot. I leave in five days Some of the scenes will have me out of the country." Chris sighed. He didn't see how this was going to work.

You inhaled shakily, smearing the tears with the back of your hand.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.

"It's work. One of my meetings got moved up. We'll finish this conversation later." He watched you for another moment, but when he realized you had nothing else to say, he left.

You sobbed. This had to be your worst nightmare coming to life. You wanted him to be excited, to shower you with affection. Instead, he had just walked away.

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Chris didn't come to bed that night, and he wasn't back in the morning, either. You got tired of waiting around. You needed fresh air and comfort.

You were hurt that he chose to walk away without resolving anything. You didn't have any energy left after not sleeping, not to mention you felt nauseous beyond belief.

Your mom's house was just outside of the city. She was surprised to see you when she opened the door.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she said, smiling that familiar smile. Most of the turmoil you had been facing eased at her presence.

She reached for you, wrapping you up in a tight squeeze.

She pulled back to look you over.

"What's wrong? Do you feel okay?" she asked. She could read you like a book.

You didn't feel like getting into it yet.

You shook your head. "I haven't been sleeping real well lately. It's nothing to be worried about, it's just-"

"It's life," she finished for you. She gave you a gentle smile. "I just cleaned and made the bed upstairs. Why don't you lay down for a little while? Are you in a rush to get back? We could do dinner tonight."

"That sounds great," you agreed.

She ushered you in, and you relaxed at the smell of your mom's home. You went up to the spare bedroom.

It was quiet. For a moment, you forgot everything that had happened.

You flipped on the TV. The soft talking soothed you as you got into bed. Your heavy heart and heavy head were weighing on you, and you fell asleep almost immediately.

You were just waking up when you heard someone walking up the stairs.

Your mom knocked, poking her head in before entering fully.

"Do you want to tell me why I just had to cover for you?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

"What?" you asked, pushing yourself upright.

"Chris called me. He was looking for you. What's going on?"

You felt the familiar ache in your throat as tears burned your eyes.

"Oh, honey," your mom whispered. "Please don't cry. It'll be okay, whatever it is."

"I'm pregnant," you sobbed, dropping your head.

Your mom soothingly rubbed your back. "I can't imagine how you feel right now.

You explained everything. How nervous you were to tell him. How he didn't say anything. How he left.

You continue to cry, the deep painful wound you had been suppressing finally opening.

Your mom held you as you sobbed. Your throat ached, and you struggled to get enough air into your lungs.

"If you've never talked about kids, I can see how he feels. He's just as scared as you and doesn't know how to express it. That does not justify his actions in any case, but-"

She dried your tears with her sleeve.

"Why don't you call him? Tell him you decided to spend the night with me since you don't feel good, and that you'll go home tomorrow."

You nodded.

"And then I will make us some dinner. Okay?"

"I've been so nauseous," you admitted, sucking in a shaky breath. "Everything makes my stomach turn."

"I know just the thing," your mom smiled.

You sent Chris a text, ignoring the few he had sent you while you had napped. You told him you didn't feel very well so you were going to crash with your mom for the night. You turned off your phone, setting it on the nightstand.

You ended up piled on the couch with lots of blankets, ginger ale and chicken noodle soup. Your mom even made grilled cheese, and you were hungry enough that the nausea had disappeared for a while.

Your mom chattered your ear off about everything baby, and for the first time, you felt a little excited about being pregnant.

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You stepped into your apartment the next day. You felt better, a little more clear-headed. You could hear Chris in the kitchen, and your heart started to pick up speed.

You hung up your coat and purse, before hesitantly walking towards him.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Hey," he said back. You found his expression to be unreadable.

You shifted a bit, before deciding to put away your stuff in the bedroom, giving you both the space you needed to come up with something to say.

You put all of your dirty clothes in the hamper before carrying it downstairs to the laundry room.

You were sorting, when you were startled.

"I made us some lunch," he said.

"Okay," you nodded. You started the washer, and followed him to the kitchen.

Chris had made a big meal, chicken with pasta.

"Thank you," you said when he served you a plate. You chose to sit on the stool against the large island, and he joins you.

You were hungry today, and the meal was satisfying despite the little bit of awkward silence.

"I'm sorry," he says finally.

"I was so nervous to tell you," you admitted. "But then I thought, Chris loves me unconditionally and would be excited to share this new chapter with me."

"Don't," he whispered. "Don't ever doubt my love for you."

"I get that you're unhappy, but you left me. You shut me out. I don't even know where you went, and I needed you."

You stood with your plate, placing it in the sink. You took in a shaky breath. You were so tired of crying, but the familiar feeling hit you full force.

"I'm sorry for leaving you when you needed me most. I should've been there for you, and I didn't mean to add to your fear. I just - I got scared. I am scared."

"You don't think I'm scared?" you sobbed, smearing your quickly falling tears with your hands.

He came over to you, finally. He wrapped you tightly in his arms, and you didn't protest. You gripped his t-shirt with your fists.

"I was so fucking worried when you left," he whispered, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Me too," you mumbled into his chest.

"This changes everything. I don't want to leave you for months on end, not when you're like this. I don't want to miss a single moment, and I don't know what to do."

You look up at him. He dried your tears with the pads of his thumbs. His touch was warm and comforting. You nuzzled against his hand.

"I'm going to cut back," Chris said. "I'll renegotiate some of my contracts, but my priority is you and our baby."

When he says our baby for the first time, you couldn't help but give a laugh of disbelief. He pulls you in close, a handsome smile of his own tugging at his lips. He kisses your forehead.

"I know you probably think I'm just saying this, but I'm really excited to have this baby with you."

You smiled, finding his pretty blue eyes. "Yeah?"

He confirmed with a nod, pressing his lips to yours. "Yeah. Excited, and scared shitless, but we'll make it work. We always do."

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

"Everything that you've ever dreamed of

Disappearing when you wake up

But there's nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change me and you"

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Cupcake

A Bucky Barnes Imagine

Biker! Bucky x Female Reader

900 Words

-Cupcake-

In which a certain biker wants the attention of a shy baker

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The bell over the door jingled, and you looked up from where you were wiping down the counter. The men that had entered was not what you were expecting in your very floral pink bakery. Their black leather stood out against the soft pastels.

The tall blonde was the one that came to the cash register.

"Can we get three coffees, please?" His politeness surprised you, so did his dimples. You ducked your head to hide the inevitable heat that rushed up your neck.

"Okay," you said softly. "Cream or sugar?"

"Neither." He shook his head. "How about some of those chocolate chip cookies as well?"

"Sure."

You turned away to pour the drinks. Your gaze was drawn to one of the other men who had taken a seat by the door. He had brown hair, and seemed incredibly unamused by whatever the third man was talking so animatedly about. He caught your eye, and you turned away.

You packaged the cookies, and took the blonde's card for payment.

He thanked you, and soon the trio was gone, followed by the gentle rumble of their motorcycles taking off down the street.

----

You wished you could say you had forgotten the encounter, but that wasn't true. The surly brown haired man had been locked firmly into your memory, and you didn't have any idea why.

On a particularly slow day, you were alerted to the familiar sound of a bike, and in walked the person who had yet to leave your mind.

"Hi," you greeted. "What can I get started for you?"

"How about the lunch special with a cup of coffee?" he asked.

"Okay." You tried really hard not to mumble under the gaze of his beautiful gray eyes. "What kind of bread did you want for that sandwich?"

"You pick," he responded, offering over his card.

Your fingers brushed against his as you accepted it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"I'll bring it right out," you whispered.

He thanked you, and you turned away to start on his food.

Your brain was a scrambled mess. Your hands were shaking, and you felt like you could feel his stare, except he was seated away from you near the window.

As the panini toasted, you took him his coffee. He had shed his leather jacket to reveal a tight-fitting long sleeve t-shirt that accentuated his bulky arms and broad chest.

"Here's your coffee..." you trailed off.

"Bucky," he said, his lips quirking up.

"Bucky." You repeated his name gently, locked in his magnetic gaze. You introduced yourself back, and you were frozen for a second until the panini press beeped, reminding you of where you were.

You blushed, moving away from him. Bucky. It was a nice name.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked when you brought over his plate. He gestured to the seat in front of him.

You stumbled over an answer. "I've got - I have cupcakes baking in the back."

He nodded, turning to his food.

----

Bucky quickly became a regular, and so did your ability to turn into a blundering mess.

"Which dessert is your favorite?" he asked a few days later.

"Our cinnamon rolls are a big seller-"

"Come on," he teased. "I said your favorite, not everyone else's."

You bit back a bit of a little smile. "Vanilla cupcakes."

He nodded, "I'll take one of those, and a cup of coffee. To-Go, today, please."

You were a bit disappointed that he wasn't sticking around. You considered the possibility that he was tired of you telling him no when he asked you to sit with him because he asked every time, except if you were busy. It's not that you didn't want to, it's just - what would someone like him want with someone like you?

Your train of thoughts turned your mood sour, and the day dragged on. You desperately wanted to go home and feel sorry for yourself and the great thing you probably messed up.

You had just locked the doors for the evening when a familiar bike pulled up.

He waved through the glass and you let him in. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and the same vanilla cupcake he had bought from you earlier.

"These are for you," he said, handing them over. "I was hoping that you would come to dinner with me."

You were relieved to finally have the chance to get to know him.

"I'd love to," you murmured, feeling flushed and giddy. "Just let me finish up here."

It didn't take long, and soon you were locking the doors up behind you, with a certain handsome yet stoic man watching your every move.

He walked to his bike, and you faltered.

"You expect me to get on that thing?"

He smirked a bit, teasing. "Come on, cupcake. I brought you your very own helmet."

The nickname was corny, but it didn't stop the butterflies from fluttering around, wrecking havoc in your stomach.

"I promise to keep you safe." He said the words so sincerely, so honestly, that you couldn't help but give in.

He got on first, offering over the bulky helmet and his leather jacket that you pulled on. He helped you clamber on behind him, pressed intimately against his back. You struggled to breathe at the proximity.

"Hold on tight," he yelled over the engine. You wrapped your arms around his front, and soon you were speeding off down the street.

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Personal Space

A Captain America/Barnes Image

Stucky x Female Reader

650 Words

-Personal Space-

in which two super soldiers don't know anything about personal space.

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Your relationship with Steve Rogers was fairly new when you met Bucky Barnes. You knew the pair had a deep connection, but you never would have imagined the same would apply to you.

And so, you seemed to gain two large shadows. If one wasn't around, the other certainly was. They seemed to always have a strong urge to be near in case something happened.

You were reading a book on your couch when Steve dropped down next to you, so close that he nearly squished you.

"Steve," you protested, trying to wiggle your arm free from against his so you could flip your page.

"What, honey?" he asked. You looked up to his oceanic eyes and dirty blonde hair, and you didn't have the heart to tell him to scoot over. You really didn't want him to anyway.

Instead, you lifted the end of your blanket, placing it on his lap. It didn't cover much of his massive legs, but it was nice to share all the same.

You could hear your front door open. Bucky and Steve both had a key to your place, and you were eager to see your grumpy man who had been away for a few days.

"Buck," you smiled, going to him happily. "Missed you."

He reached for you, pulling you to his broad chest. His flesh hand ran the length of your back soothingly.

"Missed you more, sunshine," he said back, his stern features brightening momentarily. "Were you good for Steve?"

You gave an eager nod, and he leaned down to catch your lips with his.

"She's always good," Steve affirmed, stepping up behind Buck and giving his shoulder a pat. "It's good to see you, Buck."

"I'm happy to be home," he said, straightening up. You stayed close to his chest, listening to the simple thump of his heartbeat.

You looked up at Bucky. "Can we get takeout for dinner?"

"That sounds good," he agreed, brushing the stray pieces of hair away from your face.

"We'll let Buck get settled and then we will order," Steve said, coaxing you back to the couch.

You sat back in your spot, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you tucked your legs close.

Steve watched you for a second, before he reached over, lifting you up with ease. He placed you in his lap, keeping the blanket around your shoulders. You giggled, settling happily against him. You had grown to adore being close to them.

He flipped on the TV. He knew you liked the cooking competition shows, and that's exactly what he put on.

It didn't take long for Bucky to come back freshly showered. He sat down next to you, and you picked up his right hand, noticing the cuts and bruises around his knuckles. The sleeve on his black t-shirt rose up, and you noticed a bandage.

You sat up, inspecting it closer. It was fresh, he must've just changed it, but it was turning red with blood.

"It's fine," he said. "Doesn't even hurt."

You poked it and he grimaced. Steve gave a gentle chuckle.

"You don't have to lie," you said. "Did you clean it?"

"I did, baby," Bucky nodded. "Must've reopened when I was moving around in the shower."

You huffed. You didn't like to see them hurt, and it always seemed to happen when they went out.

"I think you should never leave again," you concluded.

Steve nuzzled your cheek, and you grinned at the ticklish feeling.

"Yeah?" Steve asked. You felt his smile as his lips grazed the corner of your mouth.

"I think she's onto something, Steve," Bucky said, his own lips turning up as he gave you a kiss when Steve moved back. It felt really good to be so close to both of them, finally.

"Yeah, and then we can be together all day," you confirmed, pulling away from Bucky's lips to capture Steve's.

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Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

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Wanda's fingers were rough and fast inside of you. They wouldn't slow down, forcing you to that edge over and over again.

"Please," you cried, pulling your face away from between Nat's legs. "I can't take anymore."

Nat dragged you back. "No one told you to stop," she scolded.

"You will keep going," Wanda said to you. She curled her fingers and you released an uncontrollable yell. "Until you make Natasha cum."

• Clint x Reader (Avengers Voyeurism)

You knew the days of you getting by with teasing Clint were limited, but you never expected him to drag Natasha into it.

Actually, that sounded exactly like something he would do. He knew Nat loved to torture you, and what Nat loved was bringing everyone in to watch.

She held your arms immobile as Clint fucked you hard and slow.

You moaned, throwing your head back on Nat's shoulder.

"Are you going to cum in front of everyone?" she asked. She used her other hand to gather your sweaty hair from the nape of your neck.

"That's right," Clint grunted, his thrusts increasing pace. You could feel your body tense, unintentionally clenching on him. He let out a shaky breath. "Show the team how much you love for them to watch you."

Tony x Reader (Cockwarming)

"I can't," you whined. Your insides felt like liquid and you were quite literally dripping onto the floor. You were so full.

"Thought you said you wanted to help, Doc," Tony said, seemingly unfazed despite being buried deep inside of you. "I haven't been able to sit this still in forever."

You squirmed, desperately trying to lift your hips for some kind of friction, but he held you still.

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-Chapter 15: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

this story is Rated M for sexual themes

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The compound was silent aside from the sitcom you had playing on the TV. You sat on the couch with your dinner. There was a heaviness you felt pressing on your chest; the anxiety of not knowing what was going on, and the potential for the people you loved to be in danger.

It had been three weeks since you had seen the Avengers. There was an occasional text. Steve and Clint even called once or twice.

You had tried to distract yourself by tying up all of the loose ends with your business venture. It was going to be a nonprofit, but that created a whole variety of hoops to jump through. You could finally see the end in sight.

And just like any other night, you switched off the TV and dragged your blanket over your shoulders. Tonight, you were going to sleep in Steve's room. You were happy that each of their bedrooms were open because you were able to rotate depending on who you missed the most.

You missed all of them, deeply. Painfully.

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A few days later you were making breakfast after a run on the treadmill. It was really early, but you struggled to sleep. Every bump and creak of the night made you feel isolated and bothered, even in the secure space.

You had stayed away from the news, but it was inevitable. Los Angeles had been attacked, just like Tony had said they would. While that was awful, the group had been captured. Selfishly, you hoped that meant your Avengers would be home soon.

It was only moments later when you heard the door open.

"We thought you would be asleep," Steve said. He was still in his uniform, once a bright blue now gray. His normally unruly hair was matted to his head. He had a cut next to his lip, and the fabric of his suit was torn and stained a deep brown that only came with dried blood.

"I'm fine, honey," he consoled, seeing the way you were looking at him. "I just came straight here because I needed to see you. I didn't have a chance to get cleaned up."

You felt a rise of emotion, an overwhelming sense of relief that hit you like a freight train.

You sobbed, muffling the sound with your palm.

"What did you do to her, Steve?" Bucky accused. You didn't even notice him come in.

He dropped his bag. He wrapped his arms tight around you, pulling you to his chest. One of his hands stroked your back and the other cradled your head. You clutch his t-shirt with your fists, continuing to cry as his familiar touch and smell surround you.

"Don't cry," he whispered. "We're not going anywhere."

"I missed you so much," you said.

"We missed you more than you will ever know," Steve said, stepping up behind you. You turned, wrapping your arms around him instead.

"There she is," Sam smiled. He held open his arms and you moved from Steve to him. "Look at you. You're looking good, baby."

Your smile was automatic at his cheerfulness. You smeared some of your tears with your palm.

Sam gave you a gentle kiss.

"Where are the others?" you asked, looking at Steve.

"They're coming," he answered. "They had to stop in DC to wrap everything up."

"They're okay?"

"Everybody is okay," Sam confirmed. That was such a relief. You had been so worried.

"Why don't we get cleaned up, and then you can tell us what you've been up to?" Steve suggested. He gestured you back over to him, mashing his lips to yours when you were in reach.

"Okay," you nodded, breathlessly. He kissed your forehead. You smiled, completely happy that they were home. "I'll make you guys some breakfast."

You made a huge breakfast, and it was a good thing you did because the rest of your Avengers came through the door.

Wanda was the first to you. She wrapped around you tightly, and you placed your face in her neck.

She whispered your name, and you realized how desperate you had been to hear her voice.

"I'm so proud of you," you told her. "I knew you could do it."

She gave you a squeeze.

"I don't think we could have done it without Wanda," Nat said. She stepped up behind you, skimming her hand along your back. "This little witch cleared civilians faster than any of us could have on our own. She really saved so many lives."

You could see the change in Wanda, almost like her rain cloud that hung over her had moved away. She seemed ragged and worn down from the battle she just faced, but she needed the chance to prove to herself that she could do it. She needed to get back out in the world.

"It smells so good in here," Clint said, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"There's a lot of food. I knew you all would be hungry."

Nat smirked, cupping your cheeks with her hands. She leaned close. "Just a little bit," she teased, brushing her lips with yours as she spoke.

Tony was the last one in, and you went straight to him.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he teased. "I'm like a drug. It's inevitable-"

"Shut up," you told him, placing your head on his chest. His arms secured you tight.

He didn't let you step away. Instead, he took your chin, inspecting your face. His thumb skimmed gently under your eye.

"Dreaming of me, sweetheart?" he asked, and while his teasing said otherwise, you could tell he was worried.

"I missed you," you whispered, feeling your lip wobble. You swallowed down the emotion, exhausted from it.

"I missed you, too," he said, softer. He bent his head to catch your lips.

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to be gathered around the table eating breakfast.

You found your eyes going to that one barstool that you sat at on your first day at the compound so long ago, the day everything started. If only you could see where you ended up. You would have never expected to be more than the Avengers' Therapist.

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-Chapter 14: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

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It was a few days later when all hell broke loose.

You had just woken up, completely alone at that, which was strange in itself. You could hear Tony in the main room, so you threw a blanket over your shoulders and went to find him.

Every single one of your Avengers was gathered around. The news was playing on the TV.

"What's going on?" you whispered.

Steve flipped off the screen, not before you got a glimpse of a destroyed city.

It was Sam who pulled you close. You wrapped your arms tightly around him.

It was quiet for a moment. Steve looked at Tony, who finally sighed.

"Terrorist attack on Atlanta. We know the guy behind all of this. He's been on the government's radar for years. Bomb making, defacing monuments and museums, taking hostages."

"How is he not in jail?" you asked.

"He's the heir to some big fortune," Nat said. She had her arms crossed over her chest. "That can get you out of anything."

"They think he's created some kind of human robot hybrid," Steve added. "That's what's terrorizing Atlanta, and apparently he won't stop there. He's planning on hitting every single major city in the country."

"Hybrid?"

"Built for mass destruction and casualties. The group has already dispersed, but we're being called in," Tony said.

"I'm not going," Wanda said finally. Her accent was heavy, and you could hear the unmistakable pain in her voice. She left the room.

"When do you leave?" you asked.

"Soon," Sam said, rubbing your back. "We're going to DC. It's likely we're going to have to split up once we get some leads."

"Dr. Banner and I are going to try to figure out what the hell we'll be up against." Tony's phone rang and he broke the circle to answer it.

You stepped away from Sam. "I'll go talk to Wanda," you offered.

Wanda's door was shut, but not locked. You knocked gently before stepping inside.

"Go away," she said. The door slammed shut behind you, like a violent gust of red air. You startled. You had yet to see Wanda use her magic so aggressively.

Still, you were undeterred.

"Wanda," you soothed, dropping down next to her on her bed.

"I won't be in a fight with civilians. I can't control this," she said, finally meeting your gaze.

You took her hands. They were cool to the touch, and you circled your thumbs along her soft skin.

"You are in control," you whispered. "You just don't believe in yourself, but I do. I believe in you."

"I won't be of any use. Fighting aliens from outer space is one thing, but-"

"This is your first mission since the pardon. This is your opportunity to show the world the Wanda I know and love."

Wanda finally smiled, and yours was automatic in response.

The kiss was rough. You weren't expecting it. She pulled you close, and you did the same. She was soft to the touch, and you soaked in the feeling that was completely her.

One of her hands went to the back of your head, pressing you into her. You wished you could get closer. You were going to miss her. You were going to miss all of them.

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The idea of being alone in the compound was daunting. It was a big place, and it was almost always filled with the people you loved.

To know they were leaving, that they would be putting themselves in harm's way, constricted your heart so painfully that you kept yourself in your room to protect yourself from facing the burden of saying goodbye.

You were working at your desk, and you didn't even hear Natasha come in.

"Solnyshka," she murmured. She hadn't called you by that nickname in a while. You didn't want to face her. You knew why she was there.

"We will be leaving in a few hours, early morning," she said, stepping closer. "Don't you want to see us?"

You shrugged.

"Don't be like that," she said, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"How do I know that you'll come back?" you asked softly.

"And leave you?" she smiled, a pretty one that highlighted her lovely features. "Never."

She continued, "I can't promise anything. Our work is dangerous, but we will always try to come back to you. You are so important to us."

Her sweet words filled you with warmth from your head to your toes. She gestured you closer, and your heart started to race in your chest.

You stood between her legs. Her hands found your hips.

"Do I need to show you how important you are to us?" Her sweet smile became something more sinful, and your breath caught in your throat. Her hands slid lower, teasing you.

"Natasha," you whispered breathlessly.

"I like when you say my name like that," she smirked, and in a blink of an eye, you were on your back on the bed.

Nat wasn't fazed by the maneuvering as she hovered over you. She traced a finger over your features, her lips so close to yours.

"Clint told me about how you liked to tease him," she said.

"I do not-"

She cut you off by squeezing your chin roughly.

"It's okay," she soothed, releasing her grip. She kissed the slight sting away. You tried desperately not to squirm as liquid fire pooled in your gut. "I always knew you had some brat in you."

She pushed her lips onto yours, and she went back to holding your face. She lowered herself so you were flush against each other. You felt her spread your legs with her own leg, pressing her thigh right against where you were so desperate for touch.

You pulled your mouth away to gasp a bit, testing the waters by rocking your hips.

"Does that feel good?" she teased. "So desperate that you can get off all on your own."

"Please," you whined. The friction felt amazing, even with your clothes on.

"Please what, baby?" she asked. "What do you want me to do to you?"

She took her thigh away, muffling your protests with a rough kiss. Her hands lifted at your shirt and you helped her pull it off. She did the same with your pants.

"I can see where you've soaked your panties," she said. She brushed her fingers against the wet stain you had made and you squirmed.

"Tasha," you protested, wanting her to stop teasing.

Her palm came down quick and sharp against you. The sting was there, even with your underwear still on. You moaned, and she kept your legs open.

"I always knew that you would be desperate," she said. "You like to act all innocent, but you're really not. You're just waiting for one of us to corrupt you. Isn't that right?"

She tore your panties. You were in a blissful haze that left you unintelligible. You were going to let her do whatever she wanted to.

She held two of her fingers to your mouth, and you sucked. She pulled them away, drying the trail of saliva against your chin.

There was no more foreplay with her. She wasted no more time inserting one of her fingers inside of you.

"You're so wet for me," she cooed, pushing in her second finger. She moved them quickly.

You moaned, rocking your hips in time with her thrusts.

"Please, Nat," you whined. You were barreling right towards the edge. You couldn't control the noises you were making or your limbs.

"What, brat?" she asked, slowing her pace. She pulled her fingers almost all the way out of you. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes," you pleaded. "I'll do anything."

"Hmm," she hummed. "Maybe we should let some of our friends in here, show them who you really are."

She thrust her fingers back in, just as she landed another firm slap with her other hand. She soothed away the sting by thumbing the sensitive bundle of nerves that had you spiraling.

"Maybe Steve?" she whispered. "Or Buck?"

She picked up her pace. The idea of the others sent you, you were so close.

"Yes, yes," you agreed breathlessly, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt yourself tense.

"Good girl," she said, voice softer. "Come on, baby."

You gasped as you were pushed over the edge. Waves of bliss spilled over, and aftershocks rocked your body until Nat removed her fingers.

She leaned up to give you a kiss, smoothing the hair away from your face.

"You are so beautiful," she said. She helped you sit against the headboard. "How about I go find Steve, let him join us?"

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You smiled as her lips brushed over yours once again. That sounded nice, so you agreed.

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-Chapter 13: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

900 Words

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"These are so cute," Wanda cooed, dropping a few candies on her gingerbread man to give him buttons.

"I think I'm just making a mess," Steve sighed, putting down the bag of icing and cleaning his messy hands with a napkin.

You glanced at the blob of icing covering Steve's gingerbread man and laughed.

"Just scrape it off," you told him.

"You're acting like Santa himself is coming to judge these things," Tony said, eating yet another sugar cookie.

"You're going to get a belly ache," you warned.

"No I'm not," he retorted, rolling his eyes.

Natasha straightened from where she was leaning over the island. She took a drink from the beer sitting next to her, stuffing her phone she was scrolling on in her back pocket.

"I think all of this is adorable," Nat said with a pretty smile she tended to reserve just for you. You offered her a gentle smile of your own.

"I agree," Clint said from the couch. He had made everyone hot chocolate, and he was laying on his back watching the movie that was playing. "We've always got a million things going on. In all the years we have known each other, we have never celebrated Christmas Eve and Christmas together."

"Pass me the red icing," Buck said to Sam.

"Can you say please?" Sam asked, handing it to him anyway.

"I think yours looks worse than mine, Buck," Steve teased.

"Yeah, well, yours wasn't trying to stab someone like mine. I want them to be covered in blood." Bucky broke off the arm of his gingerbread man, tossing it in is mouth.

"How destructive," you said. "I'm sure Santa will appreciate the creativity."

After each of you decorated lots and lots of cookies, you retrieved your gifts for them from your room and put them under the beautiful twinkling tree. A few others had already done the same.

Then, you piled blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of the couch. You had convinced them to sleep with you there. That way, you all could be together.

It was Nat who called dibs laying next to you, and Steve got the other side. The others spread further out on the floor and the furniture.

You laid down, but Nat stayed sitting up, with her back against the couch.

"You've made today so special," she whispered, hardly audible over the movie that was playing. Her nose bumped against yours. "Hasn't she, Steve?"

Steve's eyes moved from the screen to the both of you. He smiled. "Of course."

He leaned down, his lips gently catching yours.

When he leaned away, Natasha surprisingly took his place. She mashed her lips to yours, a bit rougher and more urgent than Steve.

Her hands went under your head, lifting you up into her. Just as you reached to wrap around her, she released you with a teasing smile.

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You must've fallen asleep soon after that because you woke up bright and early the next morning. There were a lot more presents under the tree, and the whole room was decorated like it was right out of the North Pole. There were twinkly lights everywhere, paper snowflakes, stockings hanging below the tv. It was magical.

You were the first and only one awake. Everyone was sleeping soundly, and while you were tempted to wake everyone up, you decided to get started on breakfast instead. You had made homemade cinnamon rolls the night before, and they needed to rise for a little bit before they could be baked.

You successfully untangled yourself from Steve, and as soon as you got some coffee brewing, everyone started to stir.

"Merry Christmas," Wanda said, her voice soft and warm as she wrapped her arms around you.

You smiled. "Merry Christmas to you, too. How do you feel? I know we talked about today being difficult for you."

"It's okay," she admitted, nuzzling her cheek against yours. "Celebrating the holidays without the people I love will always be hard, but this is the first year I realized I have a lot of people here that love me."

"I think that's the sweetest thing I've heard you say," Nat smiled, opening the fridge and pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She dipped her finger into the icing bowl you were mixing. "I hope you know that we care about you, too."

You liked this sentimental side of Natasha that the holiday seemed to bring out.

"I also got you the things to make that stew you told me about," you told Wanda. "The cabbage one with sausage."

Wanda's eyes lit up. "Really? The kapustnica?"

"Yeah if that's how you say it," you laughed. "I think I got all of the ingredients to hopefully make it like your parents did."

Wanda gave you an excited kiss.

Tony poured himself a cup of coffee, and soon, everyone was piled back on the floor opening presents.

"I want to know how you knew exactly what to get us," Tony said. He had his legs stretched out and you were between them, your back against his chest. He kissed your forehead.

"I told you. I'm here to listen," you said, feeling the familiar flush on your neck at their attention.

"Everything was perfect, honey," Steve said.

Here's Ch. 14

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-Chapter 12: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

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You took Tony's advice, and began creating a business of your own. You were still working on the idea itself, but it was nice to have something to put your mind to.

It was nearly Christmas, and you had thrown the compound into full decor mode. You finally had people to celebrate the holiday with, and you were beyond excited.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Bucky asked, staring at the massive tree that took up a large section of the main room.

"I bought it, and someone just delivered it. Isn't it beautiful?" you asked.

"I guess," he grumbled.

You smiled, "Glad you think so because we're decorating it tonight."

He eyed you skeptically. "You're going out?"

It had been nearly two weeks since the whole scandal had broken out. Honestly, it had been the calmest two weeks of your life. You had been in school for so long, and then went straight into a very intense job without ever giving yourself a chance to catch up. Being a therapist and dealing with others who tended to be in a difficult position was an emotional burden.

Never had you had a chance to take the time to figure out what or who you wanted to be without all of that stress.

And right now, what you wanted was to be with the Avengers. Other than a few extra cuddles, no one else had made an effort to kiss you, but you also knew that Wanda and Steve were the most comfortable with you other than Sam. Sam tended to work outside of the compound most days.

Bucky could be hot or cold, and Nat was simply intense. Clint was hard to come by - he liked to stay his distance. Tony was better, but busy.

This holiday was your chance for you to show them how much you truly cared about them. Their lives were a whirlwind, and you hoped they would slow down and be present, with you.

"I don't want to feel like I can't leave," you tell Bucky. "Besides, I'm just going to the grocery store, and I'm going to be bundled up because it's cold."

He studied you for a moment, finding the sincerity in your words, before he nodded. "Alright. Would you like one of us to go with you?"

"I'm okay," you smiled, standing on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. "I know you all are busy. I'll call you if I need you."

"You better," he said, his lips lifting up just slightly.

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You realized you had really built the fear up in your head because you didn't have any problems with your holiday shopping. There were a few people you thought were staring a little too hard, but the store was madness anyway.

You were putting away the things you had bought when Sam came into the kitchen.

"Damn, baby. What are we going to do with sixteen sticks of butter?" he asked, emptying some of the bags for you.

"I thought Clint liked to eat them," you pouted playfully, eyeing Hawkeye, who was reading on the couch. Except, he was no longer there.

You were lifted up and thrown over someone's shoulder - Clint's of course. He moved fast.

You couldn't help but squeal as you dangled helplessly.

"You're such a brat," Clint said.

"Am not," you protested, swatting at his butt. "Put me down."

You tried to wiggle, but his grip was solid.

"You're always running that mouth," he continued, carrying you over to the couch and tossing you onto it roughly. You giggled a bit as you sat yourself up.

You felt the blood rush to your face as he gave you a look that sent fire all the way from your head to your toes.

"What should we do to you?" Clint asked.

"We?" you glanced at Sam, who had moved closer. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and he seemed amused by your predicament. "I didn't do anything to you, Sam."

"No, you didn't, but I am enjoying this," he chuckled.

Clint leaned closer to you, but you turned your head so his lips caught your cheek instead. You laughed a little.

"And you're a tease," he said.

"That is something I can agree with," Sam said.

You huffed, "I am not a tease, or a brat. I'm just trying to make Christmas cookies."

You stood up, and surprisingly, Clint backed off. You almost didn't want him to.

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You knew this wasn't the end of it though. Clint was really good at getting even, and you loved to annoy him.

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