#“you'd be surprised what a man armed with a rock and a headache can do” blackwall i love you so much

[jzargo]

"The Hissing Wastes is the WORST" the Hissing Wastes is great if you bring Blackwall because he proceeds to tell you about the time he got lost in a desert storm, he and his men got drunk and high, and then they woke up naked and had to fight a bunch of ghasts. Most riveting story in the entire game. Solas and Varric wish they had stories to tell like this.

[g-xix]

How the Sidemen (& more) Would React to Seeing You Crying

Ethan:  -Bro would be completely shocked to see you crying -You'd admit smth deep and he'd just do the "surprised Pikachu", slapping his hand over his mouth  -Would probs then start giggling -Deffo make you cry more than when you started -Makes dinner as an apology but isn't surprised when you don't forgive him until the next morning

Callux: -Sees you crying and instantly goes soft -Grabs the tissues and sits up close besides you, wipes away your tears -Pulls you in so that your head rests on his chest  -Deffo tries to stop you if you're hyperventilating by saying "breathe with me" -Listens to what you have to say without interrupting and then just lets you sit in silence against him, just  recovering from crying

Harry: -Little gasp when he first sees you crying -Goes to sit next to you, put an arm around your shoulders and rub consolingly -Big listener -As soon as you've recovered from the worst of the crying he does his absolute best to suggest things you could do or he could help with to make it better -Takes on all household responsibilities, tells you to just rest or go to sleep after crying bc he'll sort everything out

JJ: -For a few seconds he just freezes and watches you from a distance because he doesn't know what to do -Then gives the absolute biggest hug so that you can squeeze him as hard as you need to whilst you cry -Strikes me as the type of person to hug you with all of his body or just want to completely envelope you in a hug... Like, he'd wrap his arms around you AND his legs around yours "koala-style" if you were in bed, or if you were just generally crying, he'd pick you up and hug you round the waist, getting you to wrap your legs around his waist and cry into his shoulder whilst he supports your weight -Gets you to lie down after you've cried and massages all the tension out of your neck and back so that you feel physically lighter as well

Calfreezy: -Voice goes higher pitch when he's trying to comfort you -"Hey, don't cry don't cry, what's wrong?" -Looks at you whilst you explain what's wrong through cries, arm slung around your shoulder calmingly -Orders UberEats and puts on a Disney film afterwards so you two can cuddle under the blanket and you can calm down n just watch a movie

Josh: -Absolutely hugs you whilst you cry -Not panicked or feels awkward at all, completely in touch with your emotions -Let's out hums of understanding as you explain what's wrong -Strokes your hair whilst you speak, fingers gently massage your scalp because he knows you get headaches after crying -Carries you to bed afterwards and does whatever you need, doesn't wanna stress you at all

Deji: -A bit surprised but doesn't put on overly sympathetic front, just says "Oh! Oh, what's wrong, what's up?" -Listens with lips squeezed shut because he's really trying to understand your sadness and what the problem is -Absolutely wraps you in a hug once you've explained, sways from side to side with you in his arms kinda like rocking you -Gives bits of advice, also giving that cute little laugh when he jokingly suggests something awful -Has you laughing by the end as well

Simon: -Joins you as soon as he sees you're crying -Doesn't touch you; doesn't touch you unless you initiate touch- then he'll sling an arm around your waist and pat your back comfortingly -Mushu also comes and sits on your lap + licks your arm to show comfort -Mushu gives all the hugs, Simon listens and doesn't give advice, instead sympathises with you -Puts on one of the Disney or Pixar films you like afterwards and either tries to cook or just orders your fave on UberEats

ChrisMD: -This man seems so in touch emotionally- he'd completely understand whatever the problem is and be most supportive bf -uses his thumb to wipe away your tears before cupping your cheek hugging you round the waist, pressing little kisses to your temple and cheek -Has you rest your head on him and explain whatever's wrong -Nods when you explain it all and listens to everything you have to say- doesn't cut you off or try to give advice, just listens as you get it all of off your chest -Lets you use his body as a cushion kinda just sit against him or on top of him whatever way's most comfortable for you -Strokes your hair or at least runs his hands through your hair whilst you talk -V comforting, literally so good whenever you get sad, he seems so in touch with mental health n stuff he would NOT let any crying slide without a personal therapy session

Tobi: -Not panicky, but hasty in joining your side and enveloping you in the nicest hug, probs gets you to sit on his lap whilst he hugs you 'round the waist, bouncing his leg every so often -Deffo just let's you cry against him whilst he whispers sweet, comforting nothings at you- doesn't try get you to stop, just let's you let it all out -Gets you to explain it after and listens diligently, interrupts every so often to give advice -Runs for tissues or whatever he can think of getting to comfort you -Ofc a movie man, puts on an animated Disney/Pixar and gets the blankets out so that you can fall asleep to something comforting whilst he holds your hand under the blanket

Gib: -Initially says "Oh dear, oh dear" as he sees you crying -Asks what's wrong but he has a smile on his face from the get-go -You explain what's wrong and then look up to see his mouth filled with air, almost shaking from trying not to laugh -You flatly say "What the fuck, Gib" Out of sheer disbelief he always managed to laugh at whatever you cry about -Maybe makes u cry a bit more after that because of your un-empathetic he is -Hugs you after that though because he feels a bit guilty -Makes a slightly insensitive joke about whatever you were upset about which you want to be offended about but can't help but laugh with him about it -Somehow doesn't end up in the doghouse after showing 0 empathy because he made you laugh at yourself afterwards

Vik: -Bro sits opposite you. -Slides tissue box across the table towards you to show he means well -Is too unsure of whether you want to be left alone or want hugs and consolation... So instead he just sits opposite you and asks whether you want anything whilst you cry and don't respond to him -Remains besides you nonetheless -Leans forwards, hands clasped on his knees, head bowed as he listens to your problems  -Very straightforwards, doesn't really know how to comfort you so he just tries to solve whatever's making you cry by giving advice and making a plan for what to do -Tells Ralph to go and sit with you whilst he makes dinner and gets blankets and stuff to make you feel physically comfy

Chip: -Touchy, hand on the waist or across the shoulders or holding your own just to show you he's there -Asks a few dumb questions because he doesn't fully follow why you're actually sad -Ends up accidentally making a joke that makes you laugh, lifting the mood in the end -Chip says he'll make a steak to make up for what's happened -Kinda have to forgive any insensitive jokes he makes during dinner because the steak was just THAT good

WillNE: -Shocked gasp as well, surprised Pikachu face and hand slapped over mouth when he sees his crying girlfriend -Just goes and gives you a massive hug and holds you, asking repeatedly with his high pitch surprised Geordie voice "What's wrong, what's happened, what's got you in such a state?" -Tries to listen but accidentally side tracks to something really random -Random topic actually interests you -End up completely forgetting you were sad in the first place because Will gets you too invested in some other random topic

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side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

[limenysnocket]

I Despise The Way You Make Me Love You pt. 2

(Taika Waititi X Reader)

Summary: Today, Taika gets the day off of work. He gets to lounge about his house, wear sweatpants and watch whatever t.v. he likes without having someone to tell him otherwise. His plans are soiled and revamped as an unexpected visitor pays him a visit.

Warnings: Horny Taika vibes, it gets very lime-ish in here, some foul language too.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Author's note: I really don't know what to put here except I'm excited and enjoy the story lol.

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Boring. Boring. Boring. That's all today is going to be, huh, Taika?

Without (Y/N) here to pester or other directors to bother and ask for their plates of cheese from-- even though he has his own God damn plate of cheese in his tent/office-- he just can't seem to find the joy in the matter of a "day off." I mean, what's the point of it? Why couldn't he just stay at work with his very special girlfriend, where he could "take naps" with her in a broom closet or his office any time he pleased! It was all bologna, if you asked him. Total absurdness.

He couldn't sleep, no, even if he had all the time in the world to take naps like the nap God he is. He could be doing anything else, walking around, talking on the phone, or catching up on his favorite television show, but nooOoo. You invaded his vision, either dressed in skimpy outfits... or not dressed at all. Just as he would reach out to touch you, your skin would dissipate into the air like mist and he would find himself back awake again, hot, sweaty and horrifyingly turned on.

Would it be alright to text you? He knows you're at work, but he can always invite you over for a little late night cuddling and a bottle of wine. He just stared at his phone, his nose twitching every once in awhile, watching, waiting and contemplating. Would he text you or would you text him? The suspense was killing him!

He pushed himself up, grunting and shaking his head. "God damn it," he muttered. He had reasoned with himself. You were at work and you had every right reserved to be left alone. He didn't know, at the time, that you were dying to see him again.

He sat down at a table, in the mini courtyard of his home, with a laptop, just as the sun turned the sky orange. It was right about time he got back to work on Thor: Love and Thunder, because he was clearly days behind... maybe a few months, actually. Inspiration was hard work, especially whenever he has to find the right timing to put a shirtless Chris Hemsworth somewhere in the film.

He rapped his fingers against the metal table and rubbed his temple with the other hand, a fresh sheet of virtual paper already giving him a headache. He closed his eyes again, which was totally a bad move, but he didn't care in the slightest. There you were again, that little vixen that made his more perverted side crawl out from beneath his usually goofy demeanour. (Y/N), dressed in nothing but one of his sweaters, and he was almost completely positive that there was nothing beneath that. You stepped closer to him, placing your warm palms on his shoulders and squeezing them, massaging them. He felt your bum rest in his lap, the skin brushing against his loose sweatpants and sending sweet shudders down his spine.

The sensation of your warm hands cascading across his stubble beard drove him crazy and his own hands started to travel, reaching out and seemingly running his hands along your curves, down your thighs and back up again. He started to slip up the sweater, exposing more of your skin to his hungry eyes and he came close to seeing what he wanted to see, until he felt warm palms over his eyelids and his fantasy was pressed flat. He didn't jolt, because he recognized the warmness and the softness of those palms.

"Guess who?" He heard you say, giggling all the while. He scrunched up his face to make it seem as if he were thinking extremely hard.

"Jemaine?" He answered, after a few long moments of total silence, not including the scream of cicadas from bushes and trees. He heard you burst into laughter and those warm palms lifted from his eyes. He titled his head back and smiled to see your flustered and smiling face.

"Man, I must suck at this," he chortled and teased. You only nodded, laughing still, before leaning over him and placing a kiss on his lips. "Ah, this is the perks of you having your own key to the house. You can surprise me whenever you'd like, but I'm still waiting for the one where I come home and you're sitting naked on my couch for me," he winked and shimmyed his shoulders, which earned him a playful slap on the arm.

"You're a dork," you giggled then stood up, "I'm just here to cook dinner for you and make sure you're not driving yourself insane."

"But I'm already insane," Taika twirled around in his chair and made a mass amount of kissy faces at you, "Insane for you, baby~." Before he could even flash you with another smug face and pick up line, you had gone inside of the house, leaving him high and dry.

What you were making him wasn't the most expensive meal in the world, but it certainly was delicious. Steak, keto friendly fettuccine Alfredo with sliced zucchini noodles. It was a healthier option but certainly very delicious, plus, you knew Taika could be very picky about his eating habits, but not, all at the very same time.

You slipped into his "kiss the chef" cooking apron and started to get to work, taking out groceries from bags that you brought over and cooking appliances that you knew he didn't have or never heard of. You were so focused on what you were doing, you didn't hear the courtyard door slide open, then shut. Nor did you notice that Taika was watching you cook with a very lust hazed look, from behind his island.

Taika would be drooling at the moment if he hadn't known that he actually was amidst your presence. There he was, fantasizing about you again. He was imagining that all you had on was the apron you were wearing, and the best part of all, he got a great view of your cute ass as it swayed in rhythm while you cooked. Every time you would bend over to grab out a pot or pan, conveniently not turning his way, he would stretch out his neck as far as he could and try to peep on whatever he could without throwing himself down on the counter and startling you.

Suddenly, even surprising him, you turned around and whispered to him, "Kiss the cook, Taika." You gave him the most fucking smug smile he had ever seen, he almost didn't think this all was real.

It wasn't. It was his imagination. What you actually said was, "Are you alright, Taika?" He seemed to be straining against the counter, nails digging deep into the granite top. Once the fantasy had lifted from his eyes, he shook his head and almost seemed to wheeze. "Huh?" He said, his eyes fluttering and he swallowed thickly.

"I asked if you were alright," you responded quietly, almost knowing exactly what he was thinking about. It had been awhile since Taika hadn't been allowed to get you alone for enough time to rock your world. It was one of those things where he knew he had it, but he couldn't touch it and it was killing him inside.

He coughed into his fist and shifted the weight on his feet, "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You could see the visible shudder shoot down his body as he tried to compose himself once more. It was adorable to see him get all hot and bothered over just the sight of you cooking, but you couldn't just get up on the counter and let him take you while you let your food burn into a crisp. He would have to wait until after dinner.

"Okay, so, I'm gonna turn around, and you're... not gonna be horny? Correct?" You cocked a brow at him, raising your hand up like it would convince him more. He only gave you a wry smile which is how you obviously knew that he was about to lie straight up to you.

"Sure," he shrugged. Yeah. He was about to pull a bastard move the moment you turned around, whether it be lifting up your skirt and being a peeping tom, smacking your ass expectedly unexpected, or grinding down on you until you finished or out down what you were doing and giving him a nice, dirty fuck. He's done all three, on set and at work, not to mention.

You gave him a terse look, then turned back around slowly, your mind boggling around while you scraped tiny cutlets of steak into the skillet where they started to sizzle loudly. Loud enough, apparently, to cover up the footsteps of a certain ornery, sex-bitten kiwi.

You quietly started flipping the pieces over so each one of their sides could get a bit of attention. One, however, when you noticed it, wasn't soaking in the brown color you needed, so you wanted to flip it again. You didn't know if it was your nerves that were from Taika's obvious white lie that had you ready to jump and touch the ceiling or what, but you just couldn't flip this cutlet. It was stubborn. You tried it every which way and all it did was slide across the buttered pan and push up against the sides.

Wait! Suddenly, you had a snag on it, the tip of it just scooching onto your spatula, and you let out praises of glory in your mind as it toppled over and landed flat and perfect on the spatula. You had just saved the perfect steak cutlet from burning. You were proud of yourself, and all those nerves had disappeared. Well, all up until all of them came rushing back to you at once when Taika shoved his hand down your panties and started squeezing your ass through your skirt.

You yelped and flinched, which made you fling your spatula backwards and that sent the perfect steak cutlet flying, landing with a nice, firm slap on the island countertop. Your mind almost didn't register the rubbing of Taika's hand over your folds, trying real hard to get you wet for him. You weren't having it. "Taika, you have no idea how fucking pissed off I am right now," you growled, your voice dripping with raw irritation and anger. "I lost a perfect bite of heaven, because of you."

"Mm, I know, and I'm sorry, but you know how I am sometimes," Taika continued to rub, seemingly dipping his fingers between the slit to check the water levels. It's still running pretty dry. He started rubbing faster, but that wasn't enough. He barely grazed his finger over your clit, when you grabbed his hand and yanked it out from his panties. You whirled around and threatened him with the steaming hot spatula. All he had left on him now was a smug grin and playful eyes that stared into your cold and displeased eyes. "What's up, babe? You seem tense."

"Taika, how long has it been since we last fucked," you said sternly, your other hand reaching back and taking the heat off of the steak.

"A week," he replied, proud of himself, yet still smug and still quite needy to put himself in your pants.

"Wrong," you corrected him with a flat gaze, "It's been five days, Taika."

"That's technically a work week, for me," he shrugged, biting his lip a little while he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking desperately, "And now we're on the weekend, darling, pleaassee, you won't even have to bite down on a washrag this time to keep from screaming! I mean, unless you're into that. It was kinda hot--." He was stopped by the familiar press of lips against his. He fluttered his eyes closed and let his hands fall and grab your hips, bringing them to press firmly against his. The crotch area, specifically.

You were the one who initiated the kiss and you were also the one to break it. You took both sides of his head in your hands and you shook it around a little. "Dumbass," you started, giving his head a little shake while he gave you a cheeky grin, "let me cook! Then, MAYBE, we can fuck, alright?"

"You're the boss, darling," he said, his hips doing a little happy wiggle, then he scooted away, back to behind the island, elbows resting on the surface while his hands kept his head up. You knew he was watching you intently, getting a little impatient sometimes and lightly rubbing his hips against the counter with need. Because he did this, and you saw him doing it, which confirmed your kill, you decided to take your sweet time with this meal, make it painfully slow and put an amazing amount of effort into a healthier version of Alfredo sauce.

This game didn't last long though. Taika was smarter than he let on, an intellectual of solid mind, though one wouldn't couldn't possibly see it if you had only one conversation with him. He started eye fucking you with every chance he got, giving you his sexiest, dirtiest look that he could muster, while rubbing his hard-on against the counter and whispering your name between gritted teeth. "You're making this so much harder than it has to be," Taika said through muttered, lust filled curses.

"What? Your dick or the tension in the room?" You said, turning you head so you could look at him from over your shoulder. He grimaced. He was on the verge of going up to his room and finishing things off himself.

"You can't just do this to me, (Y/N)," he groaned, leaning on the counter and whining like an injured puppy.

"Uh- ha! You did this to yourself! Even when you knew how hard it is for you to recover from something like that," you grinned, starting to plate the food and get it all nice and neat. "Plus, a bonus for me, this is practically like revenge for all the times you thought it would be okay to get me all riled up all the times I would casually be talking to another guy."

"Ah, they were flirting with you, I had to do it before they took you away from me," he grinned at you, now biting his lip so intensely, he left teeth marks on his lower lip.

"Taika, no one's going to take me away from you without a fight, you know that," you rolled your eyes and smiled at him, finishing with the pretty plating and bringing it over to Taika, where he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Okay, food's done, now can we fuck?" Taika whined desperately. You could see the hefty bulge through his pants and it made you swallow thickly, but you stood by your own opinion and decided he could take a little more torture.

"No, we have to eat first," you said which drew a long, high pitched, goofy whine from the depths of his throat. Taika looked down at his plate, grumbling, then picked up his fork and started to shovel food into his mouth at a fast pace, eager to finish. He forgets that you have to finish your food too, and you weren't even starting at the same time as him, because you buried yourself with pouring the expensive wine that you knew he liked.

Whenever you finally were seated across from him, half of his plate was already gone and he was swallowing a hefty mouthful at the time. "Taika, you're going to choke if you keep eating like that," you laughed and shook your head, tangling the zucchini noodles around your fork.

"It's worf ut," he said with his mouth full and started to chew violently. You took your time with your plate, spindling the noodles around until it was a decent bite then stabbing a cut of steak and running it throughout the sauce. You only made this meal on special occasions, really, so you took time to cherish the flavor of it. Taika wasn't having it. He finished his food way before you did and chugged his wine like the madman he was. When he finished that, he slammed his glass down like he just finished a shot. He was a mess.

You shook your head, "I still have to finish, you know." Your plate was just about half way done. Surprisingly, he allowed you to finish your food in peace, well, enough peace at least. Every time you looked up, you were met with big, brown puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. He watched you eat your food, begrudgingly, flicking the little piece of half cooked steak that landed on the counter awhile ago.

The longer you took to finish your food, the more the longing inside of you grew. You thought this was going to be just a night for snuggling and cute little romantic stuff that they never got to do at work. It was supposed to be a time to get to know each other better, besides already knowing what his favorite brand of wine was. It was a night meant for togetherness, and the want for that must have shown on your face, because, when it did, Taika's puppy-like expression seemed to lessen.

Finally, you finished off the last of your zucchini noodles, took both your and Taika's dishes to the sink, dumping what was left of your wine down the drain, and you started to rinse them. No one likes scrubbing off crusty food.

"Hey," you heard a specific New Zealander whisper gently from behind you. "You're tense again."

You set one of the wine glasses down in the sink, and it hit the metal with a soft clunk. That was the only noise between you two for a long while, except for the rush of the running water spinning down the drain. You took a deep breath and turned the water off, slowly, then dried your hands. Once you were done, you slowly turned towards him, "Is... Is sex all you're really wanting out of me? If it's true, then I really don't want that and I'm sure there's some clean hooker out their who is dying to get their hands on you and maybe would be willing to work for as long as you want." You started making hand motions as you spoke. They were awkward motions, but they were necessary.

"What? Why would I-- (Y/N), I don't understand, why would I try every day to get you alone, like during our first time. The only reason I needed you alone is because I wanted to confess and kiss you, I wanted to protect our privacy, because no one truly wants to be the newest hot couple cover of People Magazine. When we... When we fucked, it just so happened by chance. We were both in the mood and we got what was needed. I actually didn't expect this streak to go on for so on like this... but," he paused, coming around the island and grasping one of your hands with his, "every time I saw you at work after that, I thought back to our first kiss, then the first kiss leading up to the first time and... well, you're a smart girl, so I'll let you figure out the rest."

This managed to put a dismal smile on your face, you were still a bit upset. "But, why can't we ever have these days where we get to know each other, just cuddle and talk about things and learn things about each other that aren't liquor related!" It was more of a statement than a question. The two of you only had one night together like that. You cuddled up with him under a blanket and watched his and your favorite movies, occasionally talking, up until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Taika pulled you closer, gently, "Why didn't you say something, then, babe? You know I'm always open to stuff like that. Hell, I love that stuff." He brought the hand he was holding up to his mouth and he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, sending warmth shooting straight to your cheeks.

"I was too embarrassed to admit it," you whispered to him, looking down at the floor until he used his free hand to tilt your head up and your eyes met with his. Eventually, your lips met his as well. It was brief, but soft and love filled. He didn't hesitate to pull you into a hug afterwards as well. The only problem was, his hard-on still existed.

"You know, I would love to settle down and watch a movie and all with you to talk about all your favorite things, but my boner is still here too," He joked, softly pulling away from the hug and looking down at you, cheeks alive with color.

"You want me to take care of that for you, don't you?" You ask with a stiffled laugh and look up at him to see that he's blushing, embarrassed now, and nodding his head yes. "Alright, fine, but once we're done, we're staying in your room for the rest of the night, watching Flash Gordon and you're going to give me ten reasons why Soul Rebel is your favorite Bob Marley album."

He grinned brightly at you now, "Deal."

[thebargainingchip]

Searing

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Summary: You overexert yourself on the battelfield and Nat helps you cool down (no smut intended)

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Some Fluff

Part 2

Ultimate Masterlist

Everything had gone south the minute Steve had been injured. Everyone was a little shell-shocked that the enemy was picking off Avengers like they were 2-year-olds who brought knives to a gun fight. Tony had retreated after pulling an unconscious and very bloody Cap out of the field. The only objective now was to retreat, you were outnumbered and severely outgunned.

As the newest addition to the team, you were supposed to stay back and just observe, this was after all your first big mission. Everyone seemed overwhelmed as they tried there best to keep anything from going near the Quinjet while Tony was trying to get a hold of Doctor Cho. Natasha was trying to make sure they didn't get the chance to reach your hiding spot, there was no way you'de be able to make it back onto the jet without having to go through a few hostiles. Thor was nowhere to be seen, Wanda was outside the quinjet with vision, who were working together and Bucky well there was nothing more to say than the fact that he was angry and reckless.


And then as if it couldn't get any worse, you were startled as someone gripped your shoulder and threw you back into the freshly fallen snow that covered the ground. The man pointed a gun at you and was yelling something in Russian as he gestured for you to stand up, raising your hands you watched as he stepped back a little, out of your reach when you started to rise. Your breathing came in short bursts through the crisp air but you didn't have time to think as you thrust your hands forward and simply thought fire. What came out was a small burst of flames that sent the man stumbling backwards in surprise. What the hell?! your mind was supplying you were supposed to barbecue the guy alive not warm him up with a cosy lit fire. Not skipping much of a beat the guy pulled the trigger on his rifle following you as you tried to roll out of the line of fire. Your muscles stiff from the cold strained against the effort as you took the chance to jump and tackle the guy. A mistake you soon realised when he started to overpower you as you hit the ground. The flameproof suit was not really helping you right now as it failed to isolate you from the cold. The guy pulled out a knife and brought it closer to your face with strike that you just barely dodged, the blade catching some stands of hair as it dug into the earth. You elbowed him in the face while he didn't have both hands to block himself and grabbed the knife, using your weight to throw him off balance and roll on top.

With just enough time to recover from your blow, he grabbed your wrist when you bought the knife closer to his face just as you thought, what you were doing, you were not going to stab this guy. You tried to pull back on the knife as he grabbed it over your fist, rising to your knees as he tried to topple the two of you again. You punch him once making him let go and out of the corner of your eyes, you see him reaching for a rock. You stand to try and get out of his reach ready to step on his arm and hopefully knock him out with a kick when your foot slips.

You push yourself up from where you landed on his chest, as the rock falls from his hand, you both stare at the knife in his chest, your hands are bloody as his shirt stains red. 
Natasha pulls you away just as the guy starts choking on his blood. She pulls you both behind cover. "Are you okay?" "I can't use my flame, I'm too cold." Is the only thing you managed to say, a little horrified. "I'll be, back just stay here, okay?" She waits until you nod before she runs off again, this time you're prepared, you scope your surroundings for any threats from all sides and try to warm yourself up by rubbing your hands over your chest.

Bucky's stuttered call for help falls over the line. There's too many, he can't hold them much longer, you briefly try and spot him on the field. He's taking way too much fire and they are quickly surrounding him. "Nat?" You call over the line, trying to spot her, she doesn't respond. "Nat?" You ask again as you stop searching for her to gauge the distance between you and your teammate who's in trouble. You stand up a little shakily and try to think warm hot and blazing as you take tentative steps into the open, starting to jog and breaking into a full on sprint when you see the one guy behind cover pulling out a grenade. "Bucky, grenade!" at your voice his head swings around. "You can't be out here!" He yells back as the grenade lands not far from him, you dive for it sliding through snow and breathing one big gulp of air as you stare at the grenade in your hand before- 
The intense heat is overwhelming at first but as the frozen explosion in your hands grows smaller you feel it coursing through you, your hands are glowing. Just as stunned as you are, the enemy squadron has ceased their fire, you take the opportunity stepping forward and outstretching your hands. The fire engulfs everything and the heat coming from it is like nothing you've ever produced. It's a little too late when your eyes fall on the now burning vehicle beside them. Bucky yells your name behind you but before you can react he's pulling you back behind cover. The explosion rocks the ground and sends flaming parts your way. "Are you okay?" You provide a shaky yes as the soldier looks you over both crouched in the snow still.

"(Y/N)?" Natasha's voice rings over the comms. Bucky sweeps your surrounding area. "Where are you?" "I'm with Bucky, he's hurt-" "I'm fine." He interrupts. "We need cover to get back to the ship." You wait for a reply. "Thor's heading to your location now, it's time we all got out of here." 
As soon as you spot Thor you help Bucky up by wrapping his arm around your shoulders so he can lean on you as you limp from one cover to the next. "I'll keep their fire away from you two." Thor says, giving Mjolnir and experimental swing, you two nod, spotting your next line of cover and trying to get through the snow as fast as you both could. Bucky gets heavier the further you go and the snow is tremendously difficult to trudge through with him putting his weight on you.

Natasha is the last inside the quinjet as Tony starts the ship. You help Bucky into a seat and tell him you'll be with him shortly as you rush over to Steve laid out on the table covered in blankets. "Can you help him?" Natasha asks. "I can stop him from bleeding any further into his thoracic cavity buying him some time." You explain. "Do it." Natasha says as she lifts up the blanket and shows you the big angry purple bruise on Steve's chest. Your hands erupt in a light blue flame as you place them lightly on the trauma site, watching Steve's breathing as it hitches a little even at your soft touch. "Bucky needs help, we need to stop the bleeding in his leg, I can help when I'm done with Steve." You say and Natasha nods, leaving you to work. 
 You didn't realise you weren't cold anymore until the sweat dripped from your forehead onto your hands burning up in the blue flame. Come to think of it, you were feeling quite hot actually, you're skin tingles funnily. You guess it might be because your adrenaline is pumping with all you've witnessed out there, after all, it must have been a workout when you had to help Bucky back to the quinjet. You look up to find Bucky holding a shirt to his leg, for the most part, the bleeding has stopped and Natasha is just finishing up when she stands up and walks over to you. Cap's vitals are stable and his breathing isn't worsening, it must have been about 30 minutes, you estimate.

You wipe your forehead with your suit, feeling how drenched it is already. "(Y/N) are you okay? Your cheeks are a little red." She says, unlike the other times she's said that to you, she doesn't have a playful smirk on her face after some snarky comment. Instead, a look of worry covers her features and you almost struggle to focus on her for a moment as you finish up with Steve and stand up straight. "Jip, I'm fine, just feeling a little hot. Steve should be good now" You answer leaning against the table behind you as the world sways a little. "Maybe you should rest a moment, have a sip of water." She says just as you are about to protest you take one step towards Bucky away from the support of the table and the world goes black.

You jerk awake, eyes flying open, your hands slipping to find a hold when you feel like your chest is unbearably tight.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Your eyes find Natasha's as the words ground you a little, your ragged breathing slowing as you try and take in your surroundings. Natasha is sat on the edge of the tub, in her simple jogging shorts and a tank, her arms are wrapped underneath you arms around your chest with one hand supporting to keep your neck tilted up and away from the almost overflowing tub of water. Your skin stings against the cold water and any brush against the bathtub make you flinch as it touches your sensitive skin. It's clear your back at the base by the look of the bathroom. The size of the bathtub tells you, you are most likely in Tony's bathroom. Wanda appears to hand Natasha two fresh towels and disappears again after giving you a sympathetic glance.

"Bucky." Is the first thing you say. "He's fine." She assures you, her fingers brushing your chin as your breathing picks up again. You sigh in relief, closing your eyes for a moment against the aching headache that seems like it's been there for an eternity.

You swallow, "What happened?" "What didn't happen? You passed out, you felt so warm to the touch, when we took your temperature it was 109 degrees Fahrenheit, we couldn't get you back round then you started convulsing, you had us all worried." Nat says, you look into her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare any of you." You say after a pause, choosing to leave the excuses out of the sentence. "Bucky said you absorbed a grenade blast, that's not what we meant when we said lay low, (y/n)," You stayed silent as she scolded you without really raising her voice, "When I left you, you couldn't even light a candle, yet you rushed into battle? Did you even know you could do that?" She asked, you closed your eyes and shook your head. "I'm not telling you it's wrong, what you did but it is reckless. You could've been killed, nevermind this." You nod, knowing she was just a little shook by the whole thing as you were too if you were really honest.

"Your teeth are starting to chatter, let's get you warm and cosy before you get sick." She says wrapping a fluffy towel around you as you stand on shaky legs. "I'm starving." You say as she helps you step out of the tub, your flame suit is drenched and you don't know how you are going to peel the skin-tight suit off when it is this wet. "We ordered pizza, I'll ask Vision to bring it up to my room." "Your room?" You question, a little struck by the sudden change, sure, you, Wanda and Nat had had some sleepovers mostly to watch movies but just you and Nat? Your heart starts to race. "Well, Doctor Cho said we should keep an eye on you in case anything changes again besides I have the new Season of the Expanse and I'll make us some popcorn." She winks at you.

You're dressed in Nat's clothes when you both crawl into her bed, both exhausted, the pizza is finished and the tv is forgotten. You and Nat slide a little closer to each other, you slipping your arms around her waist and burying your head into her neck. She wraps her arms around you protectively as she brushes a hand down your back, tracing patterns there.