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Let Me Speak: A Character Study
(A story of life, love, and hope; of sorrow, struggle, and rebuilding after loss. A story of everything a life can be, and all the ways it matters. A character study of Melinda May, and the parts of her story they didnât tell.)
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PART ONE
At the age of six years old, Melinda Qiaolian May knew two things:
Oneâregardless of the cheerful ribbing from her father about children and the things they would understand when they were older, she would not, at any point in her life, enjoy coffee. (This assertion stood the test of time, as it turned out, a fact Melinda maintained with righteous dignity throughout her life).
Twoâshe was not afraid of heights.Â
There were other things she knew, of course, and things she was very much afraid of. But â there are priorities. As she grew older, Melinda liked to keep a count of all the things that didnât scare her, and practiced leaning into the way those certainties weighed steady on her spine when shadows stretched strangely in the night.Â
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#this has been my secret and my headache and the thing i'm proudest of and the ridiculously ambitious thing i've been telling EVERYONE about#for almost TWO YEARS#and the first part of it is finally yours.#featuring our favorite baby agents#and their very beginnings.#pre canon shenanigans#strike team delta#shenaniganry#and my best attempt at some vaguely romance adjacent things. (one of my most nervewracking but favorite sections.)#and also. devastation. because. that's how life is sometimes.#but this is a hopeful story at its core. and it has been one of the hardest and most terrifying and most rewarding things i've done.#i am rattling in my boots folks#with delight and also terror#but i am /so excited/ to finally be sharing this with you.#i poured my whole heart into this project#and i really really really hope you enjoy it <3#parts two and three#and more screaming from me#coming soon.#agents of shield#agents of shield fanfiction#melinda may#aos fanfic#origin story#phil coulson#natasha romanov#clint barton#andrew garner#the ladies of SHIELD#character study
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i loooove homophobic people commenting on my youtube videos <3
#his comment had homophobia vibes and then after i responded he deleted it and made an actual outright homophobic comment#also itâs like. to accuse ME of not having watched spirited#baby i was the whole spirited fandom. i was making 12 posts a day and relistening to the soundtrack 24/7 for two months#it gets me because like. what did you expect to find on a video titled âclint and present being gay for almost 9 minsâ#a sydney original#spirited 2022
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OG!kate: I have never, not once in my life, looked up to a WHITE MAN.
Also, I think it's important to remember that Kate joined a superhero team spur of the moment as her sister's wedding went to shit because SHE THOUGHT THEY WERE SO BAD AT SUPERHEROING SHE COULD JUST DO IT HERSELF. She full on hijacked the Young Avengers and they all just went along with it???
I know recent hawkeye runs try to portray kate as always looking up to clint since she was a kid and so but Iâll always like her first origin story the best. Like, this girl was attending a wedding and everything went to shit so she said fuck it and joined a superhero team in the spur of the moment. Proceeded to save the world. Then inherited the hawkeye mantle bc captain america said he was the only person who disrespected him as much as she did.
#kate bishop#clint barton#hawkeye#young avengers#steve rogers#the young avengers were like oh thank god an older wiser bisexual we are too baby gay come help us#lmao do you think when clint came back steve had a moment of pure horror#because this is HIS doing#he gave her the name#he made it so they HAVE to meet#the two people who have theEE lowest steve bullshit tolerance meters#oh god now there's two of them#and he did it to himself#do you think clint invites kate to Varsity Team Avengers meetings#when he's sure some insufferable shit is about to go down#and they just roast everyone from the sidelines like waldorf and statler#and steve can't say shit about it because it's HIS FAULT#kate bishop starter pack
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Holy Shit!
Pairings: G!P Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: During the ceremony for Y/n and Natashaâs wedding, all of Y/nâs and Natahsa's bridesmaids/men slip Polaroids of Y/n's boudoir shoots throughout the night which leads to a hard time for Natasha.
Warnings: slight mentions of family trauma I guess (not having a dad), SMUT, P in V (Natasha has a penis), rough sex, boudoir pictures, unusually dominant reader (it mentions that nat is usually top), toys, teasing, swearing, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, wife kink sort of?, mommy kink, let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I hope y'all like this one! I've been thinking about how to approach it for a while now and I think I'm ready. Also, this is going to be my first time using my laptop to write so if it is a little weird, I apologize, I'm still figuring out everything from the switch. I'm sorry for the random pov switch. I was all mixed up, but I'm too lazy to fix it. :)
Sidenote: -Y/f/i = your first initial -Y/n/n = your nickname -Detka= baby - Dorogoy= darling
Natasha and I just had the most amazing night of our lives, we got married! but the fun is not over yet.
I have devised a plan that has been in the works for a few months. Honestly, I knew I wanted to do this for Nat even before we proposed to each other. Although I only started truly planning it out after we got engaged.
I went to a boudoir photoshoot. Naturally I needed someone to take pictures. I didn't want Nat to be mad that someone else saw my body, so I asked Wanda, my best friend who has seen my literal everything (one time she literally had to pull my tampon out because I broke both my arms and Nat wasn't home to help), and she helped me get the best pictures ever. Then, I moved onto the second phase of my plan, recruiting.
Natasha and I already had our list of bridesmaids/men in place, so I made sure to use all of them. Natasha had four and I had five.
Natasha's bridesmaids/men are Clint as her Man of Honor, and Yelena, Tony, and Steve.
My bridesmaids/men are Wanda as my Maid of Honor, Kate, Bucky, Carol, and Thor (even though he doesn't quite understand "earthling" weddings yet.)
They all thankfully agreed, even Yelena which was surprising, and I picked out the best photos and put them in order. So, my plan was set and now all I need to do is trust our friends to get the pictures to her. Which I don't even have to worry about that, Wanda has the list and all of the pictures, so she is going to hand them to the set brides' person at the set time and they will deliver it secretly to Nat.
She's gonna be so hard by the end of the night, which is technically my plan. Of course, we've had sex before, and we already plan on fucking later, but she definitely is going to fuck hard tonight.
We are getting to our venue for the celebration after the wedding now and Nat and I have been together the whole car ride, which wasn't that long, but we went for a ride together in the limo so that everyone could get there before our grand entrance.
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You step out of the limo carefully and walk hand in hand to the building. Even though you have already seen the inside and all the decorations, you are still blown away by the beauty of it all.
You and Nat have a planned entrance where she walks in first and then you walk in and "fall" into her to the song Fallin' for Ya.
Everyone cheers for you all, and you both stand together to talk to people. You lean over to speak in Nat's ear so she can hear over the noise the second you see Wanda slip the first photo to Thor, who remembers exactly what to do, thankfully. "Nat, I'm going to talk to Wands real quick are you okay to stay here for a sec?"
She nods her head and says back, "Of course detka, don't keep me waiting too long now"
You smile and nod your head and leave to Wanda, but not without giving Nat a soft peck on the cheek. Thank God for Lip stain, you think, or else both yours and Nat's lip color would be all over your faces by now, especially from that limo ride.
You walk up to Wanda and say "oh my gosh, I'm so scared! What if something goes wrong?"
She giggles at your stressed face knowing there is nothing to worry about, and says, "Hey! Deep breath. Don't be scared, Thor has practiced many times, he is going to get it right."
You nod and keep talking beside Wanda as you subtly watch your wife engage with her friends.
Thor finally walks up to Natasha and casually slips her the first polaroid, and you can't wait to see the look on her face. All of the people Nat is talking to are part of the plan so they know what is happening.
She furrows her eyebrows when she looks at her hand to see that Thor has given her a polaroid upside down so she can't see it. She looks up to ask him what it was, but he was already long gone, so she flips it over not suspecting a thing. She takes one look at the picture and her eyes go wide. She immediately presses the picture to her chest and looks up to find you smiling at her innocently as if she didn't just get handed this.
You send her a soft wave and go back to "talking" with Wanda, and Natasha checks to make sure nobody is behind her and looks again. She smirks at the picture and slides it into the hidden pocket in her dress that was made for a gun in case she needs to protect you, but now it holds something even more valuable to her.
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It has been about fifteen minutes since Nat received her first "gift" and even though she asked about it, you acted stupid and didn't tell her anything saying, "What picture? I didn't take any pictures other than the ones after the ceremony with all our brides' people."
You are now about to cut the cake which is when the next picture is going to be given to her. You decided that every time she gets a pic, the next one is going to be even better than the first. It will really rile her up you think. So as you two walk over there, hand in hand, you walk by Tony who hands her the next polaroid as she passes by him. This time she knows not to look until she is at the cake table where nobody is behind her.
She has an arm around your waist and she sneaks a peak at the next photo.
This one makes her huff out a breath, and she looks over at you who is "oblivious" to the thing she just saw. She squeezes your side as she slips the photo, once again, into her pocket, and you smile slyly at her. She leans over to whisper, "You know what you're doing Y/n."
You both pick up the knife and you say, "Doing what? Cutting the cake?"
She rolls her eyes at you and you both cut the cake and feed each other a slice. Then you both go back to the table that only you and her sit at, and you add, "Of course I know what I'm doing, why else would I do it?" Then you go back to eating your slice of cake acting just as innocent as before.
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You just had your first dance, and it was beautiful, the song you both picked together was a testament of your love and it brought tears to everyone's eyes.
Then, you decided instead of a father daughter dance, to have a Maid/Man of Honor dance. You danced with Wanda and talked and laughed, while Natasha and Clint did the same.
It was beautiful really. You had decided to do this because, even though Natasha has Alexie, you wouldn't have been able to participate since your dad is no longer in your life. The dance with your best friends meant infinitely more than a dance with your fathers would have anyways, and thankfully Alexie wasn't hurt by this. He realized he wasn't a good "dad" in the beginning of her life, and it wasn't his position.
As the dances concluded, Clint smirked at Natasha, and he reached into his suit pocket to pull something into his hand and slipped another polaroid into her hand.
People start joining on the dance floor to have some fun and Nat looks down at the photo and says, "Holy Shit!" maybe just a little too loud making her blush. She shakes her head as Clint laughs and walks off to his wife and kids, but not before Nat punches his shoulder softly, and then she glares at you.
You smile cheekily at her as you walk to her for another dance. You start slow dancing together and say, "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"
She smiles softly at you and says, "Thinking about my beautiful wife and what she and I are doing later tonight."
You make a fake surprise face in the shape of a soft 'o' and say, "Is that right?"
She giggles into your neck, and it is the most beautiful sound you could hear and hums, "mhm"
You smile as you spin her around the dance floor and say, "Well thank you for the compliment baby, but whatever you're thinking is going to have to wait. We promised each other we wouldn't leave earlier than we planned, remember?"
She groans and nods her head in slight defeat mumbling, "I know we did."
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You are now both talking to Natasha's family about what is next for you both. Melina starts out with, "So, when am I getting some grandbabies?"
You and Nat both exchange glances and look back at them and you say, "Well... I uh-" You freeze not knowing what to say.
Thankfully though, Natasha is there for you and says, "Y/n has decided she does not want to give birth. I obviously can't give birth given my situation, and I won't be disrespecting my wife's wishes, so we are going to take it slow as we weigh our other options."
You smile softly knowing that you picked the right girl to be your wife. She literally always has your back. Finally, having composed yourself you cut in as well and say, "We also have decided that we want to live our lives together before we settle down. We want to have the right parenting mindset you know."
Melina and Alexie nod their heads and smile Melina replies, "Well I don't care how or when it happens, I just want a grandbaby." As she is speaking, Yelena inches closer to Nat and then she 'holds' her hand briefly, but in reality, she is slipping the next picture into her hand. Nat's smile widens at the thought of another picture and Yelena walks off to go find Peter and bother him.
Natasha feels like she needs to look at this picture, but she can't if her parents are standing right in front of you, so she smiles when a song she knows comes on and says, "Mama, Papa listen, it's your song! Go dance!" She ushers them off and then turns to you to look at the photo.
This one makes her giggle, so you quirk an eyebrow and say, "What's the problem? Don't like it?"
She widens her eyes a tiny bit and shakes her head so much that you laugh and say, "Alright calm down, you'll mess up your hair"
She smiles and says, "I love it so much, I was just laughing because you could totally be wearing this under your dress since it's white."
All you do is smirk at her and it takes a second for her to process, but she gets it and her mouth falls agape just a bit. You simply walk off and Wanda comes over to say, "Come on! It's time for the flower toss!"
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Both you and Natasha agreed on doing a flower toss, only one is for the guys, and one is for the girls. Your reasoning being that the girls can get a little rough and you wouldn't want any of the boys to get hurt or anything like that. The boys can be very sensitive. ;)
So Natasha does the first toss to the boys, which includes Valkyrie as well since they are feeling more masculine today. (Like a king should). Thankfully nobody got into any fights since they're respectable people. After a bit of laughter, Clint comes out victorious and says he and Laura are simply going to renew their vows. Then he hands Laura the bouquet, and she smiles kissing him softly earning an aww from everyone.
Your toss is next and Loki decided to join in on the girls side since they are feeling more feminine. (Queen shit). The girls didn't get in any fights but they were definitely more aggressive than the boys. Scary, but the one who comes out with the bouquet is surprisingly Carol, who looks over at Val and smirks.
While your toss is happening though, Bucky walks up to an unsuspecting Natasha as she watches the girls' chaos enfold and he gives her a sly smile. By now she has caught onto him and says, "You too?"
He nods his head and says, "You never know which one will be the last." and then he slides the polaroid into her hand like a drug dealer and walks off like nothing happened.
The toss ends right around the same time that her exchange with Buck ends, so you're already making a b-line for her to see her reaction to this photo. She shields herself with your body to look and she swiftly turns the photo.
She groans as she slips yet another keepsake in her hidden pocket. You smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, which to anyone else would look like she's just cuddling up to you, but you know better. So you lean really close to her ear and whisper, "Are you hard baby?"
She simply nods her head. Thank God she fell in love with a decently poofy dress that doesn't show the contours of her dick. Especially since most people don't know about her little friend down there, not that it's any of their business, but they don't know because she always tucks it for events and missions. However, most of the main Avengers know, having all walked in on you two at least once. So, you walk to your table and sit down so she can have a break. You giggle at her when she's taking a few breaths and say, "What? You act like you haven't seen me naked before."
She glares at you and says, "No, it's not that. It's the fact that my lovely beautiful wife keeps catching me off guard, and might I also add the fact that she is so incredibly hot that I can barely handle myself?"
This makes you blush softly, and she smiles at you. You two share a sweet moment even through the dirty part.
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Thankfully Nat has had a few minutes for her... stuff to calm down, because Wanda picks up the mic and starts speaking, "I'd like to make some toast please."
You both giggle at the joke she stole from Agnes in Despicable Me 2, one of the movies that brought both you and Wanda childlike comfort during hard nights, while everyone else quiets down for the speeches. Wanda continues, "We are going to start our speeches now, so could Melina and Alexie please come up?"
Both of Natasha's parents stand by you and Melina starts, "I was not in Natasha's life for a very long time, so I don't feel like I am in a position to give a grand speech about yada yada this and that, but I do want to say, from the moment I saw you Natasha, I knew you were good. I knew you would become successful, and I knew you would excel in life. I am so happy that you have found love with Y/n, because you two are the perfect match, and I could not be more honored to be your mother-in-law Y/n."
She passes the mic to Alexie who, up until now, has had a stern face on. "Natasha, Melina already said all of the words I had for you, but she did not speak on this. Y/n, when I first met you I thought that you were never going to marry my daughter. I didn't think you were worthy of such a woman as Natasha, but as you got to know me more, my view on you changed. You kept pushing with her family even when you could have lost hope on us. You proved that you are willing to do anything it takes to get her, and I now see that you are more than worthy of Natasha's love."
He turns into a sobbing mess before he can finish anything else, and their words make you cry, but you try to keep from sobbing since you spent so much on your makeup. Then the speakers continue to go up and give their speech, make you cry, and then move on.
Clint gets the mic eventually and he takes a big breath and then starts, "When I met Natasha, I was on a mission to eliminate her. I was about to take the shot when we made eye contact, and something in me said no. I just could not pull the trigger, because what I was told I was going to be killing was an assassin, a robot, a tool. What I saw that day was anything but those things. I saw a girl who needed out, who was hurting, and that day turned into one of the best days of my life. We hid in vents for so long making sure that she was safe from the people who had her. We did nothing but play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and plan. We planned on how I was going to tell Fury that I did the exact opposite of what he told me to do. In reality I was actually more scared of Agent Hill, she's very scary, but I digress... All I really need to say is, as an archer, whenever people ask what the best shot I ever took was, I am honored to say it was the one I didn't take."
When Clint hands the mic over, there is not a single dry eye in the whole venue. Clint goes to Nat, and she hugs him so tight you think that he might die from lack of air. When they pull away, she kisses his cheek and whispers something in his ear, while he wipes her tear away and nods his head. He goes back to his seat and Wanda steps up to start her yap session.
"Y/n/n, when we met at the compound, there was something about you that was different than everyone else, you seemed so familiar, and I just could not pin it. We became great friends, but it took me about four months to realize why you seemed so familiar to me. One day when I was hanging out in your room, you opened your jewelry box in front of me and showed me a bracelet. It had little beads on it that said W+(Y/f/i). I burst into tears when it hit me. This girl,"
She points to you before she continues, "Was the girl that saved my life. We were friends from way back when we still lived in Sokovia. We had made these matching bracelets the day that we lost our families. It was also the day I lost her. Or so I thought. We were all hanging out in the living room together when it happened. Y/n felt shaking from the first few bombs and she told me and Piet to hide under the bed while she went to find her parents and make sure they were safe. Then the bombs went off. I thought we lost her. So we mourned both our parents and my best friend that day. It wasn't until I found out it was her all these years later that I knew she was also safe from the bombings but was taken. HYDRA took her from our lives, but the universe brought her back to us, and I could not be more grateful for her. I owe my life to her, and I have made sure she knows how deserving she is of happiness as her best friend, and now it is Natasha's turn, as her wife, to take what I have done and take it a step further."
This time it was you who is bawling; Wanda goes to hug you, and she whispers into your ear, "I'm so, so proud of you." Which only makes you want to cry more, but you pull away and take a labored breath as Wanda cleaned up your face.
All of the main avengers and people in your lives have gone except for Steve, who is finishing up.
Steve hands the mic to Wanda and walks to you and Natasha to "hug" y'all, but in reality he is actually slipping yet another polaroid into Nat's hand.
She rolls her teary eyes at him and you both, and takes a glance at it before having to look away knowing her erection will just come back.
You smirk at her and say, "Ooh that one was fun, but you'll like the next one even more."
She groans and says, "There's more?"
You giggle softly and say, "Why of course there is more my love."
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Wanda decided to add a little fun into the night and do the who knows them better game. What you do is you sit on a chair and Natasha sits with her back to you and you both have a shoe that represents one or the other, and whoever did the thing first you raise that shoe to see if you know each other.
So, Wanda starts with the first question on the list she made, "Who said 'I love you' first?" Both of you raise your shoe and they all 'aww'
Wanda passes the mic to Tony who asks, "Who is the clingiest."
The crowd is surprised when both of you raise Natasha's shoe. The mic is passed to Yelena who says, "Which of you is the most romantic."
This time, Natasha raises your shoe, and you raise hers, which makes everyone giggle a bit. The game continues to entertain the crowd, and Kate has the last question, "Who loves Halloween more?"
This one is tough since you both love Halloween so much, but you ultimately decide on Natasha, and Natasha puts up both shoes to signify it being a tie.
The game is finished now, and you both tell Kate, that the Halloween one was probably the hardest to choose. Though, you know it is about to be Natasha.
Kate laughs and hugs Nat and pats the next picture into Natasha's chest before walking away casually. Natasha's face heats up at the mere thought of your next image and she secretly takes a look at this one.
This Picture has her jaw on the floor. She loves the scream movies entirely too much, and the image of you in a sexy cosplay is seemingly never going to leave her mind. She can feel her cock spring back to life, and it almost hurts at how hard she is.
Natasha seems to snap and can't take it anymore, so she grabs your hand and starts taking you to the bathroom without trying to raise too much suspicion which is exactly what you knew would happen, so you look over at Carol and nod your head to begin her mission.
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Nat pulls you into the hallway and can't even make it to the bathroom before she has her lips on yours. You kiss her back softly but push her away before she can go too far. "Natty baby, what do you think you're doing?"
She tries to kiss you again, but you push her off of you again, "Detka, I don't think I can make it much longer."
You fake pout and say, "But you promised! You pinky promised me we wouldn't leave early."
She stomps her foot throwing a bit of a tantrum and says, "I promised before I knew you were pulling this shit!"
You smirk and say, "Come on baby, only thirty more minutes, you can make it. Just think, if you wait, the reward is going to be so much better, yes?"
She grumbles under her breath and Carol comes in right on queue saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."
Both of you shake your heads and Carol comes by to say, "Y/n, Wanda is looking for you."
You smile at her and thank her before kissing Nat on the cheek and leaving swiftly. Natasha and Carol stay behind and chat a bit. "You knew about this bullshit?"
Carol smirks and says, "What bullshit?"
Natasha groans and then Carol says, "Of course I am in on the bullshit, I hope you like this one." She pats Natasha's shoulder and then says, "Oh, lighten up, at least you have something to look forward to when you leave tonight.
Natasha already has her hand out ready for the next picture of you and Carol carefully puts it into her hand before swiftly exiting the hallway.
After Natasha sees this one, she thinks she might burst. She can't help but stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful person in all the multiverses. But she also stares at your body as well.
A thought pops into her mind and she thinks, the bathroom is right there and I still have a few minutes...
but ultimately she shakes her head knowing that if you found out she jerked off before your honeymoon, you'd surely not let her cum the rest of the time, so she walks back into the reception.
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Most of the people have left by now, only a few stragglers, the avengers, and close family are left. You both decided to keep the drinking on the low for this night, not wanting any unplanned things to happen.
Both of you are very big on consent, and the fact that you can't consent when under the influence. You also both know that you want to remember tonight in a good way.
You're having a few slow dances with some of your friends and Wanda is the last one before the last dance with you and Natasha. Wanda spins you around one last time as the song closes out, and Nat is waiting for you to be handed over to her.
Wanda smiles at Natasha and goes to hug her, while they are having a sweet moment together, she smirks and says, "I hope you're ready for this one, I had so much fun taking these pictures."
Nat rolls her eyes and lets Wanda slide the last photo into her hand, but not before saying , "So you're the side hoe?"
Wanda giggles and nods her head, "Did you expect any less?"
Natasha sighs and shakes her head, "I'm glad it was you and not some random person."
Wanda smiles and nods her head saying, "She definitely saved the best for last."
Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Nat while she walks off, you walk up to Nat and hold out your hand saying, "You ready for our last dance?"
"Oh, I'm more than ready, just let me see this last one."
Natasha almost can't tear her eyes away from this one, she is immediately painfully hard, and you have to take the polaroid and put it into her pocket yourself saying, "Natty, people are watching, we have to dance one last song so we can leave."
Nat nods her head and stars slow dancing with you, but you know exactly what to do. You rest your head on her shoulder and make your bodies slightly uneven so that your thigh/hip area is slightly pressing into Natasha's hard on, making her whimper into your ear.
You can't deny it, you're incredibly wet right now, but Natasha has had a much longer night than you, and you're only going to make it seem longer. You lean close to her ear and whisper softly. To everyone left, it looks like you're just saying something cute to her, but you know better. "Baby, when we leave, we are not having sex in the limo. It is our wedding night, and I don't care how hard you are, we are waiting the ten-minute car drive, got it?"
The way you speak is so soft and tender, yet it is firm and leaves no room for complaints. So Nat lets out a soft whine, but she ultimately nods her head and says, "Okay."
You smile and continue to feed words into her mind, "You're so hot, it's hard to not just jerk you off right here baby. I swear when we get home, I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."
Natasha's knees almost give out, but she somehow manages to keep dancing with you, and you both spin each other around. You two have a sweet moment again, temporarily ignoring your hunger for each other, dancing around the floor until the end of the song where you start waving goodbye to everyone and you head off.
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The ride to the villa you're both staying at before your flight tomorrow to your honeymoon destination is full of teasing and groping. You start massaging Nat's cock through her dress, and she moans softly and whispers at you with pleading eyes, "Detka, I- I thought you said no sex in the limo?"
You smirk and say, "I said no sex. I didn't say I wouldn't touch you, but I guess if that's what you want."
You take your hand off of her with a knowing smirk. She widens her eyes and huffs at you, "I don't know which is worse, you touching me, or not touching me."
You chuckle at her and shrug your shoulders, "You wanted to play by the rules. I don't make them, but I do listen to you... sometimes."
Nat snorts at your quip and you guys laugh a little, being a cute couple. Then, the limo pulls into the beautiful villa where all your things were previously put for your weeklong honeymoon, and you nod your head at Happy, who in turn, smiles and says, "Have fun! Wear protection!!"
Both of you laughing at him, and Nat starts puling you toward the door. You open the door and go to walk in, but Nat's hand pulling you backward makes you fall into her. "Nat what are you doing?"
She smiles and picks you up bridal style, and carries you carefully inside, closing the door softly before setting you down and she abruptly shoves you against the door, her lips immediately on yours. "You don't know how bad I need you right now dorogoy."
You smile into the kiss letting her have a moment of dominance before you take it back. "Come on dear, let's go upstairs and get these damn dresses off."
You both carefully undress with each other's help, soft touches here and there, before hanging up your dresses knowing you'll be too tired to do so later.
All Natasha can do is stare at your body, the white lingerie making the experience even better. You grab her face to make her give you her attention, and you give her a dominating stare and a contrasting soft toned voice, "Be a good girl and lie down on the bed please baby."
She quickly leaves your hold as you go to the closet and grab the things you set out for her. She usually takes charge, but sometimes you like to have your fun. This special occasion has you feeling dominant.
You saunter over to her with a set of ropes and a new toy she has never seen before. She furrows her eyebrows before you shush her, reminding her not to worry, your tone taking a temporary softness. "Alright dear, you know we have safe words. I know they were originally set up for me, but you know that you can use them too right?"
She softly nods her head at you with excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what you could do to her.
You smile softly, running your fingers softly along her torso. "Can you remind me what they are, so I know you remember?"
She nods her head and recalls your safe word system. "Red is stop completely, yellow is slow down or need a break, and green is go."
You nod at her softly and say, "Good job dear, now can you tell me a color?"
She smiles softly and says, "Green. So, very green."
You chuckle softly tilting your head back and say, "Okay, I'm gonna tie you up now, is that alright?"
She nods her head with quick, "yes" to follow.
You sit just below her hard cock while tying her arms to the bed, knowing she is staring at how close you are. You lean forward a bit and bump it softly on accident, but ignore it otherwise.
Once you're done tying her arms up you move to her legs and start explaining what you're going to do. "I got a new toy just for you tonight, I know you've already seen it, aren't you excited?"
She nods but softly says, "What is it?"
You finish tying her leg and look up at her with a devious look in your eyes. "You're going to find out soon, but first..." You crawl up to her member sticking up so high, and you smirk with your lips so close to it, "I have to get you ready."
You lean down and softly lick her tip, knowing she likes that, and then you slowly take her whole length in your mouth. Gagging at how far back she reaches, which in turn, makes her twitch in your mouth. You bob your head on her for a bit longer before pulling away. A string of saliva and precum goes from your lips to her tip and she whines. You slap her thigh and harshly say, "Quit your bitching, I've barely started and you're all needy for me."
She goes to defend herself, "But you were teasing me all night.'"
You glare at her and say, "oh yeah? If you want me to stop teasing you, then i suggest you listen and stop whining."
She nods her head almost letting a whimper out, but she composes herself while you reach behind you to grab the new toy you mentioned. "Natty, I got you this, it's gonna make you feel so good."
You hold up a fleshlight and she widens her eyes knowing it will feel good. You start to rub her prepared cock onto the opening and say, "Are you okay with this darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
She nods her head but quickly corrects herself with a "yes ma'am" when she sees your eyes.
You slide the fake pussy over her shaft and she tightens her fists as she feels the tightness overwhelm her. Moans start pouring out of her when you start sliding it up and down with a slow pace that picks up quickly.
After only three minutes of silent torture, she feels the knot in her about to explode and she says, "Y/n please, can I cum?"
You look at her with an evil smile knowing this is exactly where you wanted her. "Oh baby, is this making you feel good? You need to cum so fast?"
She nods her head aggressively and you almost groan at how submissive she looks right now. "Oh, does this make you feel so good? Better than me?"
She widens her eyes knowing she is in a trap now. Your hand still moving the toy up and down her dick. "N-no! Y-you."
You cut her off mocking her, "y- y- you what? You want to cum so badly because the toy is making you feel better than your wife ever could?"
Her hips jerk when she hears you say 'wife' and she moans out a no, but you're relentless, slowing down the toy to make the pleasure unbearable, knowing this slow pace won't make her cum.
You lean close her her and say, "If you want to cum so bad then do it, but remember, if you cum now, you won't get to cum in my pretty little pussy for the rest of the week."
Tears prick in her eyes at the thought of going a whole week without being able to feel you around her and she says, "No! Please no! I need you!"
You smirk and say, "Then don't cum until I say you can slut."
You pick up the pace again making her moan and jerk her hips, you know she can only last so long without exploding, but you're testing her limits tonight. She suddenly gets another overwhelming urge to cum again so she is trying to do anything to get you to let her or stop. Words start flowing out of her mouth desperate for either a release or a break, "Please! I need to cum so bad! I'm begging you. Please mommy! I've been so good, I just want to cum!"
You frown and slow down a bit while tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear, knowing that Natasha only calls you mommy when she is feeling really submissive, so you check on her a bit, her whining at the pace decreasing, "I know darling, I just need you to honestly give me a color."
She quickly blurts out, "Green! Please mommy!"
You smile at her confirmation, and pick up the pace once again, "Oh baby, mommy is just making you feel so good right now, isn't she?"
Natasha nods her head but lets out a yelp when you slap her thigh, "Wring answer. It's this toy making you feel good. You love the thought of fucking this thing. You're just such a dumb little slut because you want to cum so bad into it. It's like you have your big cock in another girl's pussy. You want that? You want your dick in another girl and not your wife?"
She shakes her head again, words spewing out of her at a thousand words per minute "No mommy! please I need you! I need your pussy so bad! I'm so close!"
You glare at her and pump harder slightly squeezing the fleshy toy when you see some precum leak out the hole in the top so that she feels it tighter. "Then you're going to hold it like a good girl. I know you can make it a little longer baby."
She finally lets tears fall from her eyes at the pain of having to hold back to listen to you, but after a little bit you soften up and decide to swiftly pull the toy off of her, which in turn makes her raise her voice at you crying for stimulation, "No mommy! Please not again! I can't take it! I can't!"
You hush her getting into position slightly hovering over her red-hot dick. "Shh shh honey, I know I know, Mommy's right here baby, she just needs to adjust to you really quickly and then we'll keep going alright?"
You sigh as you take her whole length into your pussy, Nat whines and her hips jerk involuntarily, making you moan softly. You lean down to kiss her softly and then start bouncing up and down making a lewd noise come from Natashas throat. You chuckle and say, "You like that baby? Is it better than the toy? Come on don't be shy now, tell me baby."
She nods her head, trying to find the words in her mushy brain, "Yes mommy," she huffs out with an exasperated breath, "I love you so much detka, you're so much better than the toy, I only want to make you happy."
You pout at the fact that even though she's so terribly desperate for you, she still wants the best for you. You also notice the lack of the word 'mommy' and it instead being replaced with 'detka' indicating that she is slightly more in control and less submissive now.
You continue to bounce and thrust you hips into hers which makes moans rip out of the both of you. You can feel Nat twitching inside of you a clear indicator that she wants to come so quickly, her last orgasm having been torn from her grasp. You tilt her head down from it's thrown back position to have her look at you. The look of pure love and need in her eyes making you swoon. "Hey darling, you're doing so good for me, I'm gonna keep going, okay? You can cum inside me at any time."
She pouts at your tone, and says, "Can you please be rough with me? I liked it."
You smirk at her confession, you became tender when you thought she was done with it, but apparently, she still has some in her. So, you nod your head and whisper seductively, "Okay, if you want rough then you're gonna have to beg me to cum."
Excitement reinstalls in her features as you start to almost jump up and down on her cock, and she groans saying, "i can't hold it much longer, please let me cum!"
You moan when she hits a spot in you, honestly, you're quite impressed with how long she's made it. You're already close which means she made it at least double if not triple the time you thought she would. So you smirk down at her and shake your head. "Not good enough baby, you've got to do better than that
Your words being broken up since you've started moaning so much. She goes to beg again but you untie her quickly and keep talking, "Touch my clit baby, be a good girl and help me out please."
She immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring her sore wrists, bringing you to the brink, which makes you clench down on Nat. This sensation makes her stutter, but she persists, determined to make you proud. "Please, I- you- ugh... You feel so good squeezing me; I feel like I'm gonna explode."
You nod your head to let her continue, "You're so fucking tight and warm, nothing could compare to you. Nothing, nobody could make me feel as good as my wife can."
This makes you clench extra hard and a guttural moan slips past your lips which sets Natasha off. She empties her seed into you, and this triggers your orgasm. All you hear is a weak, "I'm coming" fall past her lips and you feel her ejaculate into your pussy.
The feeling of euphoria surrounds the both of you as you both ride out your highs. Eventually you slip off of her, falling beside her trying to catch your breath.
Natasha, however, is so blissed out that you come back to earth and untie her before she can even see or think again. The first thing she says is, "Wow, just wow."
You giggle and cuddle up next to her saying, "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you."
She smiles and turns on her side saying, "Thank you baby."
You smile as she leans in to kiss you. After sharing a soft kiss, she tries to deepen it, and moves to get on top of you, but you softly push her away saying, "You don't have to do another round baby, I pushed a lot of your limits today."
She sits up and glares at you saying, "It's our wedding night, not just mine. So, of course I'm going to take care of you baby. You must be crazy to think otherwise. I'm not just going to let you sleep without coming."
You giggle at her and she quirks a brow at you saying, "What's so funny huh?"
You smile and say, "I guess you were so out of it that you didn't even notice."
She frowns and says, "Notice what?"
You smile giving her a soft peck on the cheek, "Natty, I already did cum. In fact, I came so hard that I even squirted a bit onto you."
You point down at her abdomen which does, in fact, have your essence all over it. This realization making her blush, "Oh... I guess I was really out of it huh?"
You laugh at her timidness and say, "I don't know about you, but I can't walk..."
She smiles and gets up to go clean herself before coming back with a washcloth to clean you as well. Her tender hand making sure to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable from being so sensitive. Then she comes back to cuddle with you on her chest, and you whisper into her ear, "You did really impress me tonight, you know?"
She smiles and sighs, "Really? How so?"
You look into her eyes and say, "You lasted way longer than I expected you to, especially after the whole night of teasing."
She smirks and says, "Maybe I've leveled up since I have a wife now..."
This time it is your turn to blush, and say, "I guess that could be true."
She smiles as she settles into an almost sleep state, "Yeah, definitely true. My wife makes me a better person, in every way. I love you."
You smile and whisper an 'I love you too' back to her only to find that she is already asleep. Before you drift off to dream land you smile softly, thinking about her words.
"My wife."
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A/N: Holy shit indeed. this thing took forever. I actually have no idea how long it is or how many words but I do know that I am done with this finally T-T... College is kicking my butt already, so I'm sorry if I post less. Please tell me what you thought of this! it makes my day to see people liked my work.
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his baby
bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: bucky won't call you by your name.
word count: 400+
warnings: 18+ minors dni. established relationship. tooth rotting fluff, or worse... allusions to smut. a whole lot of usage of petnames mainly being baby, bucky being obsessed with the reader (that's a warning, i say), lowercase writing.
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âwhere's my baby?â
those three words kept echoing all throughout the compound this morning. most of the team were up and awake to welcome bucky, steve, and sam who just arrived home from their week long mission.
but his baby was missing.
âoh, god. here he goes again.â sam shook his head, fatigue written all over his face, but a bit of amusement from bucky's behaviour still shining through. he couldn't deny how admirable bucky's adoration for you was.
âcalm down, punk." steve pat his shoulder reassuringly. âi'm sure she's here somewhere.â
âyeah, but where?â bucky asks again. âi haven't seen her for a week. i miss her.â
âyou think he remembers her name?" clint jokingly asked.
âshe has multiple names, remember?â tony answered. âbaby, sweetheart, love, sweets, and.. what's the other one? i swear, there's another, or maybe two?â
before one of them could find the answer, bucky popped right in front of them to ask another question.
âis my baby okay?â his brows were all scrunched up, genuinely worried about you. âdid you tell her i was coming home? i told her before we took off. why isn't she here? she's alwaysââ
âokay, lover boy. your baby is alright, she's still sleeping in your room, i think.â tony answered him, finally calming him down. âand can you call her by her name when it's just us around? we're starting to think that you forgot what her actual name is."
âwhat? she's my only baby, it's not that hard to figure it out." bucky shrugged, causing at least three of the avengers to run their hands through their face at his answer. âand why is she still asleep? is she sick?"
natasha raised her hand, a guilty smile on her face. âi'm the reason for that. i made her stay up late with me last night to watch five seasons of a show we discovered accidentally,â she explained, a proud smile now replacing her guilty one. âshe might be a little cranky from the lack of sleep, so you better have something for her when she wakes up.â
âoh, i do.â bucky grinned like he already knew what to give her and was prepared for it. âall of you might want to leave the tower for the entire day if you don't want to hear me giving it to her.â
what used to be the shouts of bucky looking for you were now replaced with the grunts and complaints of the team because of bucky's answer.
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Late (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Summary: When Bucky overhears you telling Natasha about your period being late he immediately knows what this could mean. To ease your mind until you know for sure he tries to subtly show you that heâd be there to care for a potential child. You find yourself surprisingly happy about this possibility. (Female Reader) Word Count: 4,986 Warnings: Mild Pregnancy Scares, Talk of Menstruation, Baby Fever, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Sweetheart) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54538210 A/N: Also, quick question, would anyone be interested in a smut fiction with Bucky, containing choking?
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"Iâm really late.â
âHow late?â
âMy period should have started about seven days ago. Iâve never been this late, normally Iâm almost always on time.â
âThat really is pretty late.â Natasha mused and turned to face you as you stood next to her on Clintâs porch, overlooking the rainy fields. You were all visiting the Bartons after Clint had gotten injured on a mission, leaving him with a broken femur and you all coming over to try to make the house easier for him to get around with his injury. âHave you talked to Bucky, yet?â
You quieted down for a second, opting to turn back toward the rain rather than look at Natashaâs face, knowing that she would urge you to talk to your partner about this. And you knew that even with such an intimate topic you could always talk to Bucky. Menstruation wasnât a taboo subject in your relationship, so when you were on your period Bucky was aware of it and when you needed him to comfort you or run to the store to get you supplies he was quick to do so.
The two of you had also talked about the possibility of having children before and you had both agreed that one day you would love to have some of your own but that this day was still in the future. So, you knew he wanted children one day and after being with him for years you also knew that he wouldnât react negatively to all of this. But you didnât want to worry him because you thought that your period was late for a whole different reason.
âI was so stressed and busy lately. I even calculated when I should have ovulated and at the time we were flying around the world, trying to take down that crime syndicate.â You explained, not meeting her eyes just yet. âIâm sure itâs just the stress that delayed my ovulation and with that also my period.â
âBut have you talked to Bucky about it, yet?â
âNot yet. As I said Iâm pretty sure itâs just the stress Iâve been under, so itâs probably not a serious issue and I donât want to worry him with it. I know that everyone immediately assumes that a late period means someone is pregnant, so I donât want him jumping to conclusions when it might just be from the stress and will probably resolve itself.â You explained before turning to her. âCan we talk about something else? If I donât get my period within the next week, Iâll talk to him, alright? But for now, letâs please change the subject.â
âAlright.â Natasha nodded and thought for a second. âHow was your date night?â
Before you could answer you heard the screen door open and turned to find Bucky stepping onto the porch. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled brightly, making his face light up as you walked up to embrace him. He pulled you to his side and pressed a kiss to your head.
âWhere have you been all day?â
âAll around the house really, talking to Steve and Sam, helping Laura and everyone else move things around to make it easier for Clint to get around with his cast on.â Bucky said nonchalantly, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. âI heard you talking about our date night.â
You looked up at him, worry rising in you for the flash of a second, concerned that heâd heard the previous topic of conversation. But you quickly overplayed your concerns with a bright smile as you nodded and went on to tell Natasha about the museum youâd been to where they were currently showing an exhibition about Captain America. When you started talking about how many children had been there Bucky piped up.
âSweetheart, do you remember that young girl who recognised me as the man from one of the photos?â
You nodded quickly and turned to Natasha with a bright smile. âHe was in the historical photos there and a little girl, no older than maybe five or six years old, recognised him. She was too shy to talk to him at first but we saw her pulling at her fatherâs sleeve and pointing Bucky out to him.â
âHow cute!â Natasha smiled and looked back at Bucky. âDid you go talk to her?â
âHe did.â You answered for your partner, a warm smile on your face. âHe went up to her and asked her if she could point him to the display of the shields. It was such a good idea because it meant she could be the one to help Bucky.â
âThat was exactly why I did it and it did the trick. It put her in charge of the situation and she pointed me to the shields. She tagged along with us as we went there, chatting away with me about how sheâd read books about me and Steve, how she wanted to be just like us when she grew up and asking me all sorts of questions. â
Natasha smiled at that, putting her hands on her hips. âSure you donât want to switch professions and work in childcare, Buck?â
âNo, Iâm quite fond of the whole superhero business.â Bucky chuckled and then nodded his head toward you. âIâm also more fond of the idea of having my own children.â
Natasha shot you a pointed look but you remained quiet and simply leaned back into his side, changing the subject of the conversation to an elderly lady who had also approached Bucky after recognising him at the exhibition. Buckyâs hand tensed on your arm for the fraction of a second but before you could even look up he was already talking to Natasha again.
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It took another hour for the rain to lighten but as soon as it did Clintâs children were outside in the garden, Cooper getting on the tyre swing and pulling out his book, Lila going back to practising her archery which the rain had interrupted her at and Nathaniel running to get his soccer ball to play with. Thatâs when you heard Clint calling out to all of you, asking for someone to help him get outside onto the porch. Natasha was quick to rush inside to help him while you and Bucky kept an eye on the children.
âCome on, Lila!â Nathaniel complained from down on the field as he approached his sister who put her bow down to look at him. âWhy wonât you play with me?â
âI want to practice my archery, Nat.â
Nathanial groaned in annoyance before walking over to his brother. âWhat about you? Can we play soccer?â
âI just want to finish the chapter first.â
The boy crossed his arms and hung his head in disappointment, kicking his ball to the side and slumping down on a nearby log. You were about to go down into the garden, to try and mediate, comfort Nathaniel or offer to play soccer with him when you felt Buckyâs arm slip off your shoulder. When you turned your head to look at him you saw him giving you a small glance before walking down into the garden, waving at Nathaniel.
âIâll play with you!â
âReally?â Nathaniel looked up, a smile immediately spreading on his face as he watched Bucky come up to him. âThank you, Mister Barnes!â
Bucky smiled at his excitement, picking up the ball on the way. âCall me Bucky, alright?â
âAlright!â Nathaniel nodded and then moved across the field, waving Bucky after him. âYou be the goalie, alright?â
âSure, but go easy on me. Iâm not a professional soccer player.â
âBut youâre a superhero!â
You watched a genuine soft smile spread across Buckyâs face. âDo you think we defeat bad guys by challenging them to a game of soccer?â
Nathaniel shrugged and then grinned up at Bucky. âHave you ever tried?â
âActually, no. I might have to give your idea a try, buddy.â
Crossing your arms over your chest you watched Bucky play soccer with Nathaniel, a soft smile spreading across your face and a warm feeling engulfing your heart. You still thought that stress was the reason for your late period but you knew that even if you were expecting Bucky would make a great father -- but then again, you had always known that. Nathaniel kept scoring goals and though you could tell that Bucky was letting the ball go in on purpose from time to time, sometimes he looked genuinly surprised at the boyâs aim. Sighing softly, you leaned against one of the wooden support beams of the porch while Natasha helped Clint sit down on a nearby chair and you watched Bucky cheer Nathaniel on.
âSure you donât want to talk to him?â
You winced in surprise when Natashaâs voice sounded off just beside your ear and you turned your head to find her standing right next to you. Sighing softly, you shook your head and leaned back against the beam, turning to continue watching Bucky and Nathaniel play.
âIâll wait a couple more days but I will eventually talk to him about it.â You promised, keeping your voice down so Clint wouldnât hear your conversation. âBut I know that I have nothing to worry about. Even if I were pregnant, I think Bucky would make a great father.â
âDefinitely.â Natasha said, her smile evident in her voice as she whispered back to you. âIf you want to wait a few more days, do so. But you have nothing to worry about. Heâs a good guy and he will stand by you no matter what happens.â
âI never doubted that.â
A clap of thunder made everyone look up at the sky and Clint called out to the children to come back inside. They didnât have to be told twice. Lila started packing up her things while Cooper got off the swing to head for the porch. Nathaniel clutched the ball to his chest as he looked up at the sky in fear but Bucky was quick to react, crouching down next to him and holding out his metal arm to him.
âHold on and Iâll carry you inside. Weâll be super fast, I promise.â
Nathaniel turned to look at Bucky and at another encouraging nod from the man he grabbed onto the metal armâs biceps, holding on tightly as your partner stood up, lifting the boy off the ground and leaving him dangling from the arm. While they set out for the porch, you could hear Nathaniel laughing as he swung back and forth on Buckyâs arm, his hands clasped tightly around his biceps. What stood out to you was the fact that Buckyâs eyes kept flicking over to yours, almost as if to see whether or not you were looking at him. But you couldnât really think about that observation because you found yourself distracted by a strange sense of longing settling in your chest.
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It was two days later that you two found yourself in a furniture store, looking for a new dresser and despite your period still being late, you were no longer focused on the worry you felt about that and more thinking about the longing you had felt when watching Bucky play with Nathaniel two days prior. It made you wonder if having a child with Bucky was something that you might want sooner rather than later.
âI cannot believe we broke your dresser.â
You shushed Bucky, heat rising to your cheeks as you remembered how exactly the dresser had broken and how much teasing you had already had to endure from your fellow Avengers. âWill you keep it down?â
âYou didnât tell me that last night.â Bucky grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders when he saw you roll your eyes, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. âBut then again, that is part of the reason why weâre here.â
Once more you rolled your eyes but you couldnât help but chuckle as you leaned into him. âJust remind me that weâre only here for a dresser when I will inevitably find twenty other things that might come in handy. I need you to be the voice of reason here and tell me I donât need every little thing I see.â
Bucky chuckled at that and threw you a playfully wary glance. âI donât know if I can turn down any of your wishes, Doll.â
The two of you kept walking until you came to the department for childrenâs furniture beyond which you knew lay the department for regular bedrooms. As you walked past the displays of cribs and bunk beds, the walls behind them decorated in images of stars with stuffed animals and mobiles all around, you felt a strange longing return. You cuddled closer against Buckyâs side, making him turn to you but you didnât see his facial expression because you kept looking around. He was quiet for a few seconds before he leaned over to press a kiss to your head.
âWhen we have a kid one day, what theme would you choose for their nursery?â
You blinked in surprise at his question, noticing how the longing feeling lightened just the smallest amount at the first word of the sentence and you couldnât stop yourself from asking the first thing that came to your mind. âWhen?â
âWe spoke about having children one day. Is it a surprise that I use âwhenâ instead of âifâ?â Bucky gave you a comforting smile. âSo tell me, what theme would you choose for our future child?â
âThe space theme.â You smiled softly, looking back at the displays. âImagine our baby sleeping under those glow-in-the-dark stars or under a mobile of the planets. It would also fit so well because our first proper date was to an exhibition about space travel.â
Buckyâs smile was clear in his voice when he spoke up. âI like that idea a lot.â
You leaned closer to him again and his hand came up to squeeze your shoulder lovingly as you two started walking again. But your peace was interrupted when you rounded the corner to find a couple fighting over what sounded like the choice of a crib, making you stop in your tracks. Against your better judgment, you spoke up, directing their attention to you and Bucky.
âWhatâs wrong? Do you need help?â
The blond woman rolled her eyes and nodded to the redhead next to her. âMy wife here thinks we should get the crib with the wooden frame but itâs much more expensive than the metal frame one.â
âYes, I know that but I think a crib is not the piece of furniture to cut costs at.â The redhead crossed her arms and shook her head. âOur baby is going to sleep in that bed every night. If you want to cut costs anywhere why not on something like the dresser? If thatâs a bit cheaper it wonât be as bad!â
âWould you like an outsiderâs opinion on it?â
Both women turned to look at Bucky who took his arm off you to approach the two and they gave him a shrug, agreeing in almost perfect unison that someone elseâs opinion might be helpful for their situation. You watched with an interested expression as Bucky smiled and inspected the cribs for a few minutes, reading their descriptions and taking a closer look at them before he turned to the two women again.
âI wouldnât get either of these.â
âWhy not?â
Bucky glanced at you as he spoke up again, once again seemingly making sure that you were paying attention before he said anything. âThe one with the metal frame may be an inexpensive one but the mattress that comes with it is not tight fitting enough and thatâs a safety hazard for the baby.â
The blonde woman quickly distanced herself from the metal frame crib to examine the wooden one once more. âWhy canât we choose the wooden framed one? The mattress fits better than the one in the other crib.â
âIt does but it has those cloud-shaped cutouts on the headboard. The babyâs head or limbs could get caught in it and thatâs a safety hazard, too.â
âI totally forgot about that. We even looked up crib safety before coming here and I forgot.â The redhead mumbled and sighed, turning to her wife. âAnd Iâm sorry for going off at you like that. Iâve been so stressed lately.â
âI get it, I wasnât any better. Itâs all forgotten, donât worry.â The blonde sighed and took her wifeâs hand into hers before turning to Bucky. âGot any recommendations on what crib to buy?â
Bucky smiled and nodded toward a crib a few metres away. âIâd get this one. I know that itâs a bit more expensive than the other two but it is convertible, so it can be turned into a toddler bed. It will last you two much longer, so Iâd say itâs worth the price.â
âIt would look great with the changing table we picked out.â
âIt would.â The redhead agreed to her wife before smiling at Bucky. âThanks for the help, we really appreciate it.â
The blonde nodded before turning to smile at you. âYou got yourself a very knowledgable baby daddy there. Heâs a keeper.â
Bucky smirked proudly as he turned back at you, watching you come over to embrace his arm and look back at the two women. You didnât correct the first statement and you didnât even question why as you answered. âHe really is a keeper.â
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After buying a new dresser the two of you had decided to get lunch together and take a walk around the park afterwards. Your hand was in his as you walked down the walkways, passing by the other people in the park until you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks. Someone was crying and it sounded like a child. Bucky seemed to have also heard it because he looked around for the source of it before his eyes stilled on a spot next to a large patch of shrubbery. You followed his gaze and found a young girl, no older than four years old sitting on the ground, legs drawn up to her chest and face buried in her arms as she hugged her knees. Before Bucky could react you were approaching her, calling out to her so you wouldnât startle her as you came close.
âAre you alright?â
âI want my Daddy.â The girl sobbed brokenly but she looked up at you and only then could you see the bloody scrapes on her knees. âI-- I saw a kitty and went after it and-- and I got lost and I fell and my knees hurt real bad!â
You felt concern and pity wash over you at seeing the girl so distraught and hearing that she was lost, so you knelt down next to her. âHow about my friend and I help you find your way back to your family?â
âYou would? But-- But I donât know where to look and-- and my knees hurt.â
âLet me check to see if I got some bandaids in my purse.â You said softly and began rummaging through your purse as Bucky crouched down next to you. When you found your small first aid kit you held it up triumphantly. âLook at that, we can patch you up and find your family, alright?â
She was still crying but she let you put bandaids on her knees after spraying some wound disinfectant spray on them. The sting of the spray made her cry even harder but when Bucky let her hold his hand, she calmed down a little. You ignored how he was once more eyeing you as you helped the girl.
âYou did so well. You were really brave.â You smiled at her before sitting back on your haunches and introducing yourself by name. âAnd whatâs your name?â
âPenny.â
âItâs nice to meet you Penny.â Bucky said softly, smiling at her. âIâm Bucky.â
Penny wiped her eyes and when you got up, offering her a hand to help her stand she accepted it. Once on her feet, she kept her hand firmly in yours as you surveyed the area, hoping to find someone who looked like they were searching for her.
âWhat is the last thing you remember? Were you at a playground or a picnic area? Do you remember anything like that maybe?â
âWe were at a fountain.â Penny mused, her index finger on her chin as she thought. âWe were taking a break.â
Bucky looked back at you with a smile. âI know where they might be. Thereâs a big water fountain not far from here. We should start there.â
Penny looked up at you before pulling at your hand. âCan you carry me, pretty please? My knees really hurt.â
âOf course.â You smiled and bent down to pick her up, letting her wrap her arms around you as you set out with Bucky leading the way. âLetâs get you back to your Daddy.â
The three of you walked for about ten minutes, with Penny telling you all about her day and you listening intently, only interrupting her to ask questions to keep her talking. Bucky kept glancing back at you, a soft smile on his face. When you came to the fountain you were immediately greeted by a panicked-looking man that Penny quickly reached out to.
âYou found her! Thank you so much!â He exclaimed as he took her into his arms and held her close. âI looked away for five seconds to talk to my wife and when I turned back Penny was gone.â
âI saw a kitty, Daddy.â Penny explained before pointing at her knees. âAnd I fell and hurt myself. But the nice couple helped me and gave me bandaids.â
âAgain, thank you so much.â Her father said with a smile. âI hope you didnât have to search for us for too long.â
âNot at all. Penny was really smart and told us you were at a fountain.â You explained, taking Buckyâs hand and nodding to him. âAnd Bucky knew where the fountain was so it was no trouble finding you.â
âBut even if it had been, we wouldnât have minded. Thereâs no need to thank us.â Bucky explained, squeezing your hand and smiling at the man. âWeâll be on our way then.â
âHave a good rest of your day. And again thank you.â
Penny smiled at the two of you, waving from her fatherâs arms. âBye-bye!â
You two waved back at her, said your goodbyes and then left to head back to the car. On the way, your hand migrated from Buckyâs hand to hold onto his biceps. Your head leaned against his shoulder and he turned his head to look at you with a small smile.
âYou would be a great mother.â
The longing was back and by now you knew exactly what it meant. And you wondered if he felt the same, given how many references to having children heâd made during the past few days, from speaking about it to Natasha to asking about potential nursery themes with you to flat-out telling you you would be a great mother. The glances he kept sending your way whenever either of you interacted with a child or talked about anything that had to do with child-rearing made you question if he was doing all this on purpose.
âYou think so?â
âDefinitely.â He said and then looked back ahead, a gentle smile spreading across his features. âI cannot wait to have a family with you one day.â
You decided to keep the fact that there was a slim chance that day might come sooner rather than later to yourself for the time being, opting to wait a few more days. Yet, you suspected that you wouldnât even have to tell him about your worries because by now you were sure that heâd heard all you had said to Natasha. It seemed that Bucky was trying to show you that heâd be ready to raise a child with you. And you were surprised at how happy you were about that slim chance that you might have been pregnant.
âI canât wait, either.â
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âDonât think I donât know what youâve been doing.â
Bucky looked up from where he was putting away the dishes, giving you a confused look. You just leaned against the counter next to him, giving him a warm and thankful smile because now you not only knew what he had been doing but you also had an inkling as to why heâd been doing it.
âWhat do you mean, Doll?â
âShowing me how good you are with kids, how well prepared you would be for raising a child, talking about how much you want to have a child with me, telling me that Iâd be a great mother and always making sure I saw how good you were at everything to do with childcare.â You explained softly, reaching out to take his hand into yours. âThank you.â
âWhat are you thanking me for?â
âYou overheard me talking to Natasha two days ago, didnât you?â
âHow you talked to her about your period being late?â He asked and when you nodded, so did he. âYes, I overheard it before I came outside.â
âAnd I assume you thought it meant I might be pregnant.â When he nodded, you gave him a soft smile. âDid you do all of that to show me that youâd be ready to raise a child with me should I be pregnant?â
Bucky nodded and turned to face you fully now, moving so he could take both your hands into his. âI want you to know that should you ever have the suspicion that youâre pregnant you can talk to me and that Iâd be willing to step up to be a father in an instant.â
âI love you so much, Bucky.â You said and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before drawing back again. âBut we wonât need to worry about that for now. I got my period just after I got out of the shower, so Iâm definitely not pregnant.â
Saying it out loud made you feel almost sad or disappointed but you tried your best to overplay these feelings. But Bucky was a very observant person, especially when it came to your emotions, and the frown on his face showed that heâd realised that you werenât all too happy at the moment.
âAre you happy about it?â
âIt would have definitely been a big change and a very sudden, unplanned one at that.â
âThatâs not what I asked, Sweetheart. Are you happy about it?â
You swallowed at his question and shook your head. âNot completely, no. Iâm obviously happy that nothing unplanned has happened because I know that it-- it would have been a big and sudden change. But these past few days Iâve seen how prepared you truly are for a child and how good you are with children and-- and you got called my baby daddy and you kept talking about how much you were looking forward to us having children. I really started liking the idea of having a child with you, James.â
âCome here, Sweetheart.â Bucky whispered as he heard the sadness in your voice and immediately drew you into a tight embrace. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs not your fault.â You protested through the tears in your voice but you held on to him nonetheless. âI just got so-- so excited about possibly being pregnant but I knew from the start that it was likely not the reason why my period was late.â
âYes, I heard you talk to Natasha about that, too.â
âBut that doesnât change the fact that I felt so excited, so happy and so ready for it.â
Bucky gently drew back from you, mustering your face for a few seconds before he spoke up again. âYou feel ready to have a baby?â
âYes.â You nodded after a small pause before you looked up at him again. âBut if youâre not ready then please donât feel forced to do anything you donât want to just to make me happy. I can wait, I promise.â
âDoll, what about the things I did and said in the last days makes you think Iâm not also more than ready to have a child with you?â
âYou want to try for a child?â
âI think we should try for a baby if weâre both ready.â
âI like that idea.â
You squeaked in surprise when Bucky all but hoisted you onto the counter behind you, capturing your lips in a kiss as he got between your legs to get closer to your body. The kiss deepened as he tipped you back and pulled you closer, and when he pulled back you gave him a breathless laugh.
âFor the record, I didnât ask you to impregnate me right this instant.â
âThen I think some signals got mixed there.â Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. âBut if weâre going to try, whatâs stopping us from starting now?â
âFor one, Iâm on my period right now.â
Bucky leaned over to gently kiss your jaw. âIf youâre uncomfortable with sleeping with me right now then obviously weâre not going to and I respect that. But if youâre worried that Iâll be uncomfortable, let me just tell you that a little blood doesnât scare me.â
âI think we can wait a few more days to start trying.â You chuckled softly, running your hand up and down his neck. âThereâs no need to be in such a hurry.â
âOf course, Doll. Whatever you want.â Bucky said and drew back to give you a warm smile. âI guess Iâm simply excited to start a family with you.â
âI am excited to start a family with you, too.â
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Emotional support bunny
Pairing: Nat x you
Words: 1362
Warnings: none
Summary: you gift a stuffed bunny to Natasha on your one year anniversary. She adores it, names it, and promptly sleeps with it every single night. Well, that was until disaster strikes and bunny goes missing.
Notes: Itâs been months. I have no explanation other than Iâve had some major writers block. I am, so sorry. And I hope this makes up for it.
It was on your one year anniversary that youâd gifted it to her. A small, grey bunny adorned in a cute black t-shirt with the phrase, this is my emotional support bear written on the front. It was meant as a joke. At least, thatâs how you intended it to be at first. She was Natasha Romanoff. The black widow. Why would the black widow want anything to do itâs something so childish?
But surprisingly, sheâd been delighted, and sheâd quickly given it a name. Tiny. Tiny the bunny. For the first few days, tiny had sat on her dresser next to a photograph of you and her together. Natasha would give it soft smile and fond touch as she passes, and that was that.
But then, tiny would appear in your bed. Just during that day at first, propped up against the pillows when neither of you were there. But then one night, after returning home from a mission with Yelena and Clint, you noticed tiny was neither on her dresser or propped up against the pillows.
Upon closer inspection, as youâd crawled into the bed next to her, you realised that the reason tiny wasnât in either of his usual spaces was because he was held clutched to Natashaâs chest. Your heart immediately melts at the sight, and after pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, youâd laid down and pulled her close to your chest before too drifting off to sleep.
From that moment forward -with the occasional exception of course ;) - tiny was in your bed every single night. Sometimes Natasha cuddled him, and sometimes you would because Natasha liked him to smell of you. Natasha had never been too settled when it came to sleep. Insomnia, nightmares. You helped of course, but there was something about tiny that would settle her immediately. You guessed it had something to do with healing her inner child.
Tiny would soon start coming on missions too. Of course he remained safely hidden in her bag, out of sight and out of mind from everyone else, but knowing he was there often helped. A reminder of sorts that she always had a piece of you with her no matter where she went.
Everything was great. Until it wasnât.
You see, Natasha had misplaced tiny before. Whether it be heâd slipped out of bed during one of her restless nights of sleep or heâd fallen to the bottom of her bag after forgetting he was there and unpacking everything but him. But sheâd never completely lost him before. Or well, she hadnât until now. And her reaction to losing him wasnât anything like you expected.
Youâd walked into the bedroom to see her clad in nothing but a shirt and underwear determinedly ripping the blankets off of your shared bed. The rest of the room was a mess too, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you pocket your phone and make your way over to her.
âNat?â You question, reaching out to touch her arm.
She startles at the touch as she whips herself round to face you, and you hold up your arms to show her you meant no harm as you take a small step backwards. âBaby, whatâs going on?â You slowly lower your arms as you sit on the now bare mattress and give the shirt burying her small frame a gentle tug, coaxing her closer.
She steps in between your open legs, and you wrap one of your arms just beneath her rear end as the other one comes up to brush a messy strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes, you realise now, are bloodshot, bottom lip quivering as if she was doing everything possible to stop herself from crying.
You frown in concern as you give her thigh a gentle tug, coaxing it over your lap and against your hip. She complies, and you wrap an arm around her waist to keep her supported as she brings the other leg up so she was effectively straddling your lap.
She burrows her face into your neck, and your heart breaks when you feel hot tears beginning to stain your neck. âWhatâs going on my love?â You murmur, bringing one hand up to settle on the back of her neck.
Natasha shakes her head with a soft sniffle, and you frown as you give her a soft squeeze, not really understanding why she didnât want to confide to you but happy to sit here and hold her for as long as she needed. It takes a while, but she does eventually sit herself up in your arms. Your arms move from resting against her shoulder blades to just above her behind, fingers slipping beneath her oversized shirt and grazing across soft skin.
âI canât find tiny.â She whispers, one of her hands rising to cling to the front of your shirt as her face scrunches up and another soft sob escapes her lips. Your heart breaks, your hand rising up the bare skin of her her back and coaxing her back to your chest. She seems to allow herself to cry freely now, her body trembling as she clutches fiercely to the back of your shirt.
Some may think this was an overreaction to losing a measly stuffed animal, and maybe they were right. But this wasnât just any stuffed animal. It was her comfort. Her safe place. And whilst that may seem childish to some, for Natasha, someone who had denied herself the most simplest of comforts because she was under the impression she didnât deserve them; someone who didnât have any ounce of a childhood, tiny was her everything and you thanked god she trusted you enough to let down her walls and allow you to comfort her.
âIs he in your bag?â You question as you begin the motion of gently rocking her back and forth in your arms.
Natasha shakes her head. âN-no. I looked there.â She manages to choke out, and you nod in understanding as you look around the room to see if there were any spaces tiny could have hidden himself in. When you come up empty, you attempt to wrack your mind for any more ideas.
âYou looked under the bed?â
Natasha nods again as she sits herself up in your arms, hands rising to roughly wipe away the tears. You shake your head slightly as you gently knock her hands away, replacing them with your own and tenderly wiping off her cheeks.
Youâre about to suggest looking elsewhere in the house for the beloved bunny until a familiar fluffy hand appears in your peripheral vision. You gently pat Natashaâs back to get her attention, waiting for her teary eyes to meet your own before pointing to the corner the room where a pile of clean laundry sat in its basket.
âDid you by chance change our bedding today?â You ask, rising to your feet before easing her down onto her own. Natasha doesnât acknowledge your question as she all but sprints to the corner of the room, knocking that large pile of laundry to the floor in her haste to grab tiny from here he was hidden at the bottom of it before clutching him to her chest.
She lets out a quiet breath of relief, and you realise, as you make your way over to her and tug her into a hug, that she must have tossed him out of the way whilst changing your sheets this morning and had forgotten to put him back. Natashaâs arms rise to settle around your neck, tiny clutched in her hand, and you immediately bend to lift her up into your arms. Her legs loop tightly around your waist, and you place a single arm beneath her behind whilst your hand rises to rest against her back.
âHe was hiding from you.â You laugh slightly, and you feel the way Natasha smiles against the skin of your neck as she moves tiny to settle against her chest.
As you stand there, holding your favourite girl in your arms, you thank your lucky stars that youâd found him before disaster totally struck.
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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger
Avengers x reader
warnings:
a/n: it not too long i so sorry
prompt: @glitchy-bean: âHi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!â
âwell sorryâ -you, consistently âi cant remember everythingâ
âyou canât remember anythingâ -nat
âyeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?â -tony
âcut it out, guys. itâs not their fault they forgot thorâs birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousandâ -steve
âare you calling me old, captain?â -thor
âat least im not the only oneâ -steve
it wasnât just birthdays you forgot
much much more serious than that
rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun
you name it you forgot it
i meanânot always, but enough for it to be the running joke
âkeep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldnât remember whether to cut the red wire or green wireâ -tony
âyou wish i cut the wrong oneâ -you
âuh, no, thatâs very harsh. i moreso wished you didnât scare us half to death by nearly digging your graveâ -tony
âoh ok i forgotâ -you
âwho left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?â -vision
âdamn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?â -you, poking your tray with a fork âand why are you using the microwave? you dont eatâ
âthis is a shared space, is it not?â -vision
âheâs got you thereâ -steve
âyouâre just ganging up on me because youâre all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. iâm going to drive one of tonyâs expensive cars now, you canât stop meâ -you, storming out
you walked right back in
âwhatâd you forget?â -steve
âwallet, phone, keysâ -you
tony noticed
âwhere is y/n going with my car?â -tony
ânot sure, just outâ -steve
âprobably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someoneâs carâ -tony
as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didnât really need to be looked after on that frontâŚjust had to make sure not to blow anyone elseâs cover
âhey, whatâs the codeword again?â -you
âcheck your wrist, kidâ -nat
âoh, rightâŚokay thanksâ -you
â*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went inâ -you
âok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up nowâ -tony
*clint loudly snickering over comms*
kinda forgetting what youâre talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out
âsomething smells like itâs burningâ -you âmy cookiesâŚâ
you forgot to set a timer
and forgot you were making cookies
the avengers honestly did find it endearing
just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line
but theyâd continue making jabs at you constantly
âmaybe wanda can fix your memory problemsâ -tony
âi will notâ -wanda
âoh well nevermind thenâ -tony
honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you
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Can I be him?
Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 4.8K
A/N: Itâs 3am where I live, so⌠Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today Iâm posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love youđ¤
Masterlist
Being an Avenger is not easy.
The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shouldersâŚ
Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.
For you, itâs going to the rose garden behind the Compound.
Itâs a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only itâs entirely made of vines.
You made it yourself, thatâs your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.Â
Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.
You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.
You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you donât want to forget to things that you want to do after youâre not so tired anymore.
The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when youâre here is the lake.
Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you donât even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.
It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands itâs your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.Â
The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.
You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the teamâs latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.
Today, though, you canât concentrate on anything.
Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesnât even register youâre there until you sit on the bench.
Todayâs mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.
You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.
At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.
Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasnât for your screw up the team wouldâve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.Â
Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.
Because of me.
That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someoneâs life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.Â
You were so caught up in your head that you didnât even notice someone following you to the rose garden.
Not that you ever do.Â
If thereâs one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. Heâs a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.
Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.
Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least thatâs the excuse he always uses so he wonât have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.
But he canât help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.Â
The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.
You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.
You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.
Then you said his name and he couldâve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound heâd ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.
Bucky knew then he was in love.
But he didnât know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyoneâs favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tonyâs anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.Â
You were like sunshine and he was terrified heâd kill your light. But heâd be damned if heâd let the world kill it either, heâd protect you with his life.
So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.
But itâs not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.
Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didnât like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.
For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.
That was Buckyâs actual way to unwind after a mission.
Heâd tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but heâd drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where heâd have a perfect view of you without you knowing.Â
Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, youâd say yes no matter what you were feeling, because thatâs just the kind of person you are.
So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.
Sometimes youâd laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.
But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes youâd hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much youâd need a hug, and it killed him that he couldnât just walk up to you and hug you.
Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesnât ask you whatâs wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.
You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.
You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.
Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if itâs just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you donât treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.
Youâve never been afraid of him, and heâs glad that you donât treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.
Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.
And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. Youâre all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. Thatâs all he can think about, but he knows thatâs not gonna happen.
He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that thereâs someone youâd gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesnât deserve you, nobody does.
Even Bucky himself doesnât deserve you, youâre too pure for anyone in this world, but if thereâs someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.
Bucky knows todayâs mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.
So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.
He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.
He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.
But youâre still so much in your own head that you donât even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.Â
Bucky did notice, though.
Heâs tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until youâre gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.
He doesnât know why, he knows itâs wrong, these are your private thoughts, but heâs just drawn to it for some reason.
When he starts reading he notices you donât mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who youâre writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.Â
He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasnât there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.
It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like heâs reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.Â
You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.Â
A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didnât ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.Â
You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.Â
And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?
He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays youâre talking about him. He wishes this could be him⌠Who is he kidding?
Of course itâs not me.Â
Itâs probably the guy youâve been dating. Yeah, thatâs it. Youâre in love with that guy, that much is clear.Â
Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he canât read them.
He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldnât compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.
Bucky didnât read how you know heâs the one for you, he didnât read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because heâs the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.
But Bucky didnât read that.
He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.
Itâs only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but donât think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.
After finding out youâre in love with someone else, Bucky canât stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you donât fail to notice.
Itâs not like heâs mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.
He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when youâre feeling down, doesnât hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, itâs never just the two of you anymore.
Itâs silly to say, but you miss him.
Bucky knows heâs been distancing himself, he knows youâve noticed and he can see itâs affecting you, but heâs doing this to protect himself.
He knows itâs only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man youâre in love with and he doesnât want it to hurt more than necessary.
You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe heâs just trying to deal with all the stress the teamâs been under and you donât want to add any more to that, so you let him be.
A few weeks later the teamâs on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. Youâve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.
Youâve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.
Youâve cleared the base, all thatâs left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. Youâre using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.
Or at least thatâs what you think.
As youâre fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky whoâs fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.
Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. âThank you, doll.â
Thatâs the friendliest Buckyâs been towards you in weeks and you canât help but smile back with a small blush.
You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.
Buckyâs smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that youâre already falling to the ground.
Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.
The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldnât just kill them all.
The only one that would know that is you, the person thatâs passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.
âOkay, we need to find a safe way to-â Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. âWhat are you doing?!â
Bucky doesnât even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.
He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.
But Bucky doesnât care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.
His mind goes to the worst possibility, that thereâs nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldnât be working if you were dead.
Right?
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.
But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.
âYou couldnât have done that before?!â Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.
âSheâs not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!â Natasha came in Wandaâs defense, though she seemed more amused at Buckyâs antics than annoyed.
As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know youâre still alive but in a sort of coma.
Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, youâll wake up.
As soon as the Quinjet lands youâre taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.
Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didnât want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.
When morning comes, though, youâre still unconscious, but Bucky doesnât lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.
Thatâs what he tells himself for two, three, four days.
Thatâs what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.
He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.
Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.
Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.
Because youâre going to wake up.
Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.
Everything is dying.
Buckyâs heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean youâre slowly dying too?
No. Thatâs unacceptable. Youâre not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.
He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.
He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.
But itâs not enough. Nothing is enough.
Bucky loses track of how many days heâs been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.
After all itâs his fault, if he hadnât distracted you none of this wouldâve happened. Youâd be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Buckyâs heart.
That he couldâve lived with.Â
But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He canât live with that.
Not that he has to.
While Buckyâs spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay youâre finally waking up after almost a month.
You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. Thereâs nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see itâs really late at night.
You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Buckyâs bright smile, and then nothing.
You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?
You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everythingâs okay. Itâs not like anyoneâs gonna stop you anyway.
When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.
But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no oneâs sitting on it.
You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.
âBuckyâŚâ You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.
For a moment it feels like heâs trying to decide if youâre real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.
âDollâŚâ His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise youâll disappear.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.
Itâs only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, itâs clear to you that they were made by thorns. âD-did⌠Did I do this to you?âÂ
Youâre kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.
âIâm okayâŚâ He reassures you.
Just then he realizes, youâre fussing over him when youâre the one thatâs been in a coma for a month. âAre you okay? How long have you been awake?âÂ
âI⌠I just woke up.â You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. âWhat happened to me?â
âYou got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.â He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. âYouâve been unconscious for almost a month.â
âA month?!â Youâre shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.
âIâm sorry about your roses⌠I tried to keep them alive, butâŚâ He looks around with a hopeless expression. âI failed you.â
Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?
You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everythingâs back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. Itâs like nothing ever happened.
Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.
âYou could never fail me.â You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you canât help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. âIâm sorryâŚâ
âIt wasnât your fault.â Itâs like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesnât blame you for anything. âYou werenât even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.â
âI never wanted to be one of the people that hurt youâŚâ Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. âThe world hurt you so much already⌠I never wanted to be part of that. You donât deserve it.â
Bucky frowns. He feels like heâs heard those words, but where? No, he didnât hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man youâre in love with. Could it be possible?
Could I be him?
âItâs meâŚâ He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and itâs your time to be confused now.
âWhat?â You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.
âItâs me youâre in love with.â His voice is a little louder, but firm. Heâs not asking you, heâs making a statement.
Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.
âI-I⌠What?â Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why heâs so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?
âI read your diaryâŚâ Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least heâs owning up to it. âYou wrote about the man you love⌠and you wrote the same thing you just told me. Itâs me, isnât it? You love me back?â His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.
âYou⌠You read my diary?â You say, your mind still playing catch up.
Itâs only a moment later that you register the âlove me backâ and you donât give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before youâre speaking again. âYou love me?!âÂ
Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. âI love you, doll. Iâve loved you since the moment I met you.âÂ
You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you donât say anything.
Instead you lean in and kiss him.
Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. âWhat about your boyfriend?â
âBoyfriend?â You frown again, having no idea what heâs talking about. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
âYou donât?â Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. âWhat about the guy you went on a few dates with?â
You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.
âDo you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, youâre an idiot.â Bucky grins and kisses you again.Â
Maybe he is an idiot. But when heâs the idiot youâre in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?
It looks like he can be him after all.
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Accidents Happen // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader
Summary:Â You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?
Requested by: @theatrelove3000â (thank you so much for the message! I hope your eye is doing better and I hope you enjoy this fic)
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hints of winter solider, minor injuries/reader is injured, protectiveness, possessive behaviour, anxiety, pool sex, butt plugs, anal/vaginal sex, double penetration, handjob, multiple orgasms, sir kink, praise kink, size kink, bucky needs a hug, mentions of murder, not beta read
Words:Â 6.4k
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Making friends whilst being in close connection with the mafia was both easy and difficult. Easy because you meet hundreds of new people every month and difficult because many of them were dangerous and untrustworthy. On the rare occasion, a friendship would be created and even though you were busy nearly every day for the gang, you still attempted to spend time with them.
Especially on special days such as your best friendâs baby's birthday. Youâd met Laura Barton through her husband Clint, whom youâd met through Natasha. The two of you instantly bonded over having partners in dangerous jobs and if you ever needed a break, sheâd always welcome you to her home with a hot drink ready and the kids running rampant which was a great distraction.
Today, it was her youngest, Nateâs 2nd birthday so youâd spent the afternoon celebrating with cakes and toys with the family. By early evening, you were the only one remaining, finally having time to cuddle with the toddler who was playing with the plastic toy train that youâd bought him as a present.
âWhat time are you and the boys leaving for the hotel?â Laura asked in between bites of vanilla cake.Â
Your head flew back to avoid the wild swing of Nateâs tiny arm as he continued to play with the toy, making little noises with his mouth that made you smile. âUm, I think around 7, itâll only take us half an hour to drive there but I canât wait! Even though we are going for work, the hotel is stunning, and of course, Steve had to buy the best room, I think weâve even got our own private poolâ.
Lauraâs eyebrows raised, letting out a low whistle, âThey really do live a life of luxury. If they ever want to treat Clint and me to a weekend away any time soon Iâd be forever in their debtâ.
You laughed at your friend, âIâll see what I can doâ. Turning to look at Nate and poking the tip of his nose, âDo you think mommy deserves a trip away?â As you asked, you made the grave mistake of not watching his arm and there's one thing about toddlers, it was that they were surprisingly strong as he swung the train toy and accidentally smacked you in the face with it. âOof, ok Iâm taking that as a noâ.
âShit! Are you ok? Nate be carefulâ, Laura chastised to her son as she took him into her arms.
âItâs ok, he didnât mean it, Iâm fineâ.
âYou arenât fine, youâre bleeding!â Laura was looking at you with wide eyes.
You were still slightly in shock, trying to remain calm to not scare Nate but you couldnât deny it, your face was throbbing. Excusing yourself, you rushed to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. âShit, the boys are going to go crazyâ. The toddler had managed to hit you right underneath your eye, the sharp corner had cut the skin and the surrounding area was already swelling and felt tender. Sighing to yourself, you cleaned the bleeding cut, thankfully it wasnât deep enough for stitches and the bleeding had stopped already but with the location, you knew youâd probably end up with a black eye over the next day or so.
After you finished cleaning up, you spent a couple of minutes contemplating what the fuck you were going to say to Steve and Bucky. There wasnât any way youâd be able to hide it with makeup and there wasnât anything they hated more than seeing you hurt and you knew an overreaction was coming your way. Should you call them or tell them in person? At least in person, you could stop them from running off on a vengeance before you could even explain what had happened so decided youâd wait to tell them.
Leaving the bathroom, you found Laura waiting anxiously with the kids all playing in another room. She took one look at your face before mumbling, âShit. Does this make me number one on the Rogers mafia hit list?â she joked but you knew she was also slightly serious.
Walking closer to your friend, you took her hands and grinned, even though the action hurt your cheek. âNot it doesnât, itâs absolutely fine, the boys love Nate theyâll forgive him for anything. I should probably go through, face the music now rather than waiting aroundâ.
You called Sam to pick you up and he text you once outside. Giving Laura and the kids a big hug, you reassured her once more that everything would be ok before leaving her house and walking down the path to the parked SUV with Sam in the driving seat. As you saw him, you waved happily, trying to appear as at ease as possible to keep the tension calm.
However, the moment you were close enough for him to notice the injury to your face, his smile dropped, eyebrows frowning as he hastily got out of the car, rushing to you. âSam itâs fine-â.
âWho did this to you?â he asked urgently, hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face so he could examine your cut closely. Samâs face was contorted into anger, something rarely displayed by your bodyguard and friend as he usually likes to be sarcastic and funny when around you.
Lifting your hands, you held onto his wrists, trying to pull him away but he held strong having not finished checking your injury. âNate accidentally hit me with his toy train⌠A TODDLER hit me Sam so please relaxâ.
Thankfully he did. The tension in his shoulders eased as well as the frown on his face. Eyes still flicking across the cut, he instructed, âTell me when it starts to hurtâ. Carefully, he pressed his fingers across your face, inching towards the wound and you informed it where it began to be tender, so he knew just had big the injury was and how bruised it was beneath the swelling. It took a couple of minutes before he seemed somewhat at ease about the injury, finally looking away from the injury to look at the rest of your face before the corner of his lip turned up, âso a baby hurt you this much, huh?â
You couldnât help but laugh, gently pushing against his shoulder, âYes! Heâs stronger than he looks and yes, I am very embarrassed so please never bring it up againâ.
Sam laughed as well, placing his arm over your shoulder and turning the two of you back towards the car. âOh, you know Iâm going to bring it up at any opportunity right?â
Rolling your eyes, you climbed into the car, pulling your seatbelt across your front as he did the same in the driverâs seat. âI could just have Steve or Bucky demand you to never bring it up againâ, you suggested unseriously.
Samâs smile faltered as he began to drive the two of you to the office, âIâm assuming youâve not told either of them yet? Feel like we need to call everyone in to try and keep them both calm, theyâre going to go apeshit when they see youâ.
Sighing heavily, you had to refrain from wiping your face. âI thought about calling them but I know they wouldn't listen to me after Iâve told them about it so decided it was better to tell them in person. I just hope that it doesnât ruin our trip away, I mean, maybe theyâll be calm because it was a baby, there will be no need to go on a vengeance tour of Brooklynâ.
Sam looked towards you with an awkward smile and thatâs all you needed to see to know that was most likely not going to happen today.
Arriving at the warehouse, you tried to ignore the glances from other gang members when they noticed the cut to your face, a tension quickly building in the atmosphere which only meant your anxiety increased. You tried to smile at everyone to ease the nerves but it didnât seem to work. It was only as you and Sam walked into the elevator and it was just the two of you did you release a deep, aggravated groan.
âIâm screwed arenât Iâ, you say, glancing at Sam as he rolled up his sleeves like he was preparing for a fight.
âYou arenât screwed, I think youâre the only one who is actually safeâ, he reminded you as the doors opened to the corridor to Steveâs office. The two of you walked at a slow pace, your head hanging low so that you didnât see Steve and Buckyâs bodyguard waiting outside of the closed office door.
âWho died?â Natasha joked, seeing the solemn reaction from you both. Your head snapped up to her, about to reassure her that everything was fine but the words floated away as her grin instantly dropped at seeing your cheek. âWhat happened?â she asked in an authoritative tone, closing the gap with a single step, hands gripping your face much like Sam had.
Trying to keep your voice as steady and as calm as possible, you explained, âLittle Nate decided the toy train had better use on my face than in the normal wayâ.
It took Natasha longer than usual to believe you, only accepting it as she glanced towards Sam who nodded his head and let go of your face. âWell⌠weâre all in for a long night thenâ, she joked but this time there was a hint of warning in her tone.
âDonât say that, you should have seen what it was like downstairsâ. You took a deep breath before continuing, âItâs going to be absolutely fine. Iâm going to walk in there, explain to them that a toddler hit me in the face, let them have a little freakout and then we are all going to remain calm and continue with our trip away and itâs all going to be fineâ. Niehter Sam or Natasha seemed convinced so you sighed once more, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves. Shaking your head, you rolled your shoulders to try and look as unbothered as possible, âI need to get this over and done with. If either of them leaves, could you follow them please and make sure they donât do anything stupidâ.
âWe can try our best, boss ladyâ, Sam responded for the two of them, walking towards the office door and holding it open for you.
Taking a deep breath, you walked into Steveâs office, seeing both of them sitting at the large oak desk that was positioned in the centre of the room, laptops in front of them, face set with concentration. As your mouth opened to announce your arrival and quickly explain what had happened before they could freak, Steveâs eyes had already glanced away from his screen.
âWhat the fuck!â he growled, standing with such force his seat toppled over as he stormed towards you. âWho did this to you? What happened?â Steve was in front of you within half a second, his hands cupping your face, eyes full of a whirlwind of seething anger, worry and concern.
âPlease donât freak out, itâs absolutely fine, it was just an accidentâ, you managed to say as your face was turned in different directions by Steve as if the size of the cut would change but it remained the same. As Steve finished his inspection, Bucky was right there over his shoulder, eyes full of fury as he too checked the cut but then continued further past just your face.Â
âAccident or not, Iâm fucking killing someoneâ, Bucky barked, lifting your arms and searching for any more injuries and it was only as he lifted the front of your shirt did you push his hands away and take a step back.
âBoth of you just wait, please. Absolutely no killing is happening because it was done by a two-year-oldâ you emphasised, not sure if they were even listening as they crowded around you. Placing a hand on either of their chests, you tried not to concentrate on the pounding of both of their hearts beneath your palms as you explained. âI was sitting with Nate, he was playing with his toy train that he loves by the way. I happened to get too close and didnât see him swinging the toy and it caught me across the face and let me tell you, that boy is strong!â
You grinned to show the humour, looking between Steve and Bucky, waiting for any sort of reaction from them. Both sets of ocean-blue eyes were flicking from your mouth to your injury and just as you were able to explain again to them, it was Steve who moved first by cupping your jaw with his hand, this time it felt more comforting rather than him assessing you.
âRight let me just make sure Iâm understanding this, Nate hit you in the face with the toy that you bought him and caused this much damage?â, he tilted your chin as he finished his sentence to show off your injury more.
âYes that is exactly what happened. You can check with Sam if you want. Nate is a lot stronger than youâd expect someone so small to beâ.
Steve nodded whilst taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down but his heart was still pounding under your hand. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, showing his understanding of the situation. âHow does it feel? Does it hurt?â he questioned, his blonde eyebrows furrowing in concentration.
âIt feels tender and bruised but only when I touch it and I can see the swelling out of the corner of my eye but otherwise itâs fine. Iâve had worse thatâs for sureâ, you tried to once again defuse the tension with a little joke but all it caused was Buckyâs jaw to tighten.
Steve noticed too and suggested, âWhy donât you go and wait by the car baby, we just need to wrap up everything here and we can start heading to the hotel
It was a simple idea but put you on edge with worry as Bucky had yet to say anything or snap out of the protective trance. Instead of arguing with Steve, you nodded, knowing that Steve could handle Bucky when he was like this and it was best to leave the two of them to it.
Stepping out of the office, you released a long heavy breath, now facing Natasha and Sam who were waiting in a stance like they were ready to tackle someone but relaxed seeing that it was you. Glancing over your shoulder, they were surprised when no one else followed after you. âEverything ok, Sugar?â Natasha questioned uncertainly.
âIâm not entirely sure. I think Steveâs ok but Bucky⌠he didnât say a word to me. I think theyâre having a talk so Iâve been sent to the car like a naughty childâ. Sam chuckled, finally stepping forward and holding his elbow out for you to take.
âWell let then me escort you to the car mâladyâ, he mocked and managed to pull a smile to your lips as you accepted.
It took nearly 45 minutes for them to finish whatever talk that needed to happen, and youâd hoped that Bucky would rush to the car but it was quite the opposite. He inclined for Sam to get out of the car and they spoke out of sight.
Sam wouldnât be coming with you to the hotel, it was just supposed to be you and the boys so you waved to him in farewell as he climbed out of the car. Steve then slide in next to you, closing the gap in the middle so his body brushed against yours as you blinked up at him with a worried expression. Once again, his hand slide along your jaw as he kissed your temple. âYou know I hate seeing you hurtâ, he admitted against your skin before pulling back and looking at you with an apologetic gaze.
âI understand that, but that doesnât mean you have to shut me outâ, you countered, lifting your hand to stroke along his stubbled cheek.
âIt doesnâtâ, he contemplates. âBut, I also donât want you to see me in this state, the things going through my mind when I saw your face, I was just about ready to kill everyone in this building to find out what happened. No one hurts whatâs mineâ.
Your heart was thumping hard in your chest at his passionate declaration. âYes, but that doesnât mean you have to push me away. I know you donât want to see me hurt but accidents happen and if there was something wrong, you know I would call you immediatelyâ.
Steveâs eyes softened, âYes I know that now but, it doesnât stop the panic that I feel when I see youâre hurtâ.
Shifting even closer so that you could kiss his cheek, you continued, âIâm sorry for scaring you, itâs hard to tell you when these things happen, I donât know whether I should call to prewarn or wait to see you in personâ.
Steveâs lips lowered to yours, giving you a quick kiss to your lips, âWeâll figure it outâ.
âWhat about Bucky?â you asked nervously.
âBuck might need a little more time, heâs still struggling to process his emotionsâ.
This did little to ease your anxiety, especially as the said man got into the driver's seat and didnât say a single word to you, only glancing at you from the rearview mirror for a moment before beginning the drive to the hotel.
Steve easily managed to fill the silence with natural conversations which did little to distract you from the nerves of Bucky not talking. Even when the three of you arrived at the hotel and were shown to the penthouse where youâd be staying, Bucky didnât say a word. After a quick tour of the breathtakingly beautiful surroundings which included a kitchen, living room area and pool that overlooked the city, you decided to go and freshen up.
After returning in a flowing dress that felt more comfortable than the jeans and shirt, you looked for the boys but only found Steve who was leaning against the kitchen island, staring at a spot in deep thought. âSteve?â this snapped him out of his trance as he instantly looked at you, standing to his full height. âWhereâs Bucky?â you continued to look around but didnât see him and by the look on Steveâs face, you knew you wouldnât find him. âWhere is he?â
âHe said he needed a moment so has gone to the bar a few floors belowâ. Your shoulders dropped hearing this, feeling awful that he was struggling so much. âHeâll be ok sweetheart, he just has his own demons that heâs trying to fight with at the moment, you know the sort of headspace he gets into when youâre hurtâ.
âI know but I havenât seen him like this for a while, I guess I thought that side of him was overâ. Sometimes when Bucky was overtly stressed with work, or needed to protect someone, particularly with regards to work, it was almost like his mind would shut down and someone else would take over. It was hard for him to deal with especially as he tended to get his emotions out violently when like this but as he hasnât had an outlet today, he felt the need to separate himself from everyone. You knew he would never hurt you, even when he was like this so you asked Steve, âWhat floor is the bar on?â
Steve walked down with you and you both found him sitting on a stool in front of the bar with a very large glass of dark liquor on the bar in front of him. Steve decided to stay back and let you talk to him considering his talk earlier seemed to have done nothing to help him but reassured if you needed anything just nod.
As you walked towards Bucky, you thought about what you were going to say but your mind seemed to be completely empty of thoughts as you were so anxious you felt nauseous. Stepping next to him, he made no move to look in your direction or acknowledge your arrival and continued to stare forward. Every single muscle in his body was tense, eyes blazing with a look that you hadnât seen in eyes like he was figuring out a way to murder everybody in the room. Your eyes flicked over his face, noting his jaw was so tense it looked like it was going to break. Unsure whether to touch him or not when he was like this, you said the only words that sprung to mind: âI miss youâ.
Buckyâs entire body shifted, all of the tension seemingly melting away like a reset button had been pressed, as his eyes softened their glare as he flicked them to finally look at you. Seeing the change in him and drawing his attention, you reached across him to grip his metal hand, lifting it up to your face and reeling in the recognisable coolness of the metal against your uninjured cheek.
Turning to kiss the metal palm, you repeated, âI miss you Buckyâ. There was even further relief when the pad of his thumb stroked across your cheekbone. Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, he didnât need to as he stood from the stool, towering over you as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest, his face nuzzling into your neck, taking a deep breath against your skin which seemed to also calm him further.
You hugged him back just as fiercely, eyes squeezing tight as you clung to the back of his shirt, probably crinkling the expensive material but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes, he finally began to pull back enough that your arms could wind around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately, ignoring the ache in your injured cheek from the movement.
His hands clenched around your waist at the kiss until you pulled back but that was only so you could kiss his cheek repeatedly whilst whispering, âIâm so sorry Iâve scared you Bucky, everythings ok I promise but I need you to be here with me and Steveâ.
Bucky didnât say anything at first, his only response was a nod as his body continued to try and calm down from its heightened alertness. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said with as much passion as possible, âIâm sorry, I love youâ.
âI know, itâs ok, I love you too Bucky, now let's go back upstairs and relax for the evening, ok?â he nodded his head in agreement, his hand clasped around yours as you pulled him towards Steve who smiled at the two of you.
In the elevator up to your floor, Steve turned to Bucky and placed a tender hand on the back of his head, pulling him roughly into his side, âItâll be alright Buckâ, he spoke tenderly into his ear before kissing him on the side of his head. The sight had your chest warming at the intimate show of support from the mafia leader but your thoughts didnât dwell as the elevator dinged to indicate arrival to the penthouse.
The three of you opened a bottle of champagne and watched the sunset over the city before you decided that it was time for the pool and needed a moment to get ready. As you stood in the bathroom, you decided to continue with the plan that youâd had since you knew you were coming here. Of course, when travelling anywhere, especially somewhere this beautiful, you would want to be intimate with them both and you were hoping to take them both at the same time. So, you had decided to prep yourself a little bit with the use of your favourite butt plug and then when the three of you were ready, they could simply take it out and save the time of prepping.
It took a few minutes to work inside of you but you were happy to see the jewel gleaming from within your arse cheeks and then continued to dress into your swimsuit. You looked somewhat ridiculous with the stunning swimsuit and swollen cut to the face but it would have to do as you finally exited the bathroom.
Bucky turned to you first, hearing your footsteps as you approached the edge of the water but it was his raised eyebrow and deadpan expression that had you faltering. âWhat?â you asked, looking down at yourself and wondering what was out of place.
âDoll, seriously? We have our own private pool and you still think to change into a swimsuit?â Your cheeks warmed at the realisation that both Steve and Bucky were completely nude in the water and with a small smile, began to remove your own swimsuit which captivated Steve and Buckyâs attention, especially as you revealed your breasts.
As the material gathered at your waist, you turned on the spot so they were looking at your back, you bent forward to fully remove the outfit but it also gave them the perfect view of your arse with the butt plug on display.
âFuckâ, Steve cursed under his breath as he moved towards the stairs just as you began to walk over, holding out his hand for you to take and carefully descend into the water, being careful not to splash your face too much in the process. The water was the perfect warm temperature and it felt so relaxing to be almost weightless as Steve pulled you easily through the water you couldnât reach the floor like he could, until you were near the edge, looking out over the city with Bucky on the other side of you.
The three of you huddled close together, your arms holding onto the edge of the pool, enjoying the ambience and serene moment of blissful quiet. However, Bucky couldnât keep himself restrained for long as his hours of not seeing or touching you were beginning to get to him. Sliding behind you, his arms crowding you closer to the pool edge, his lips kissed delicately below your ear, moving south down your neck and to your shoulder. You tilted your head to the side to give him more room, releasing a soft breath at the tingling sensations his lips were causing, especially as his stubble brushed against your skin.
âYouâre so beautifulâ, Steve admired from beside you, his words making your cheeks flush with warmth at the compliment.
âEven with a black eyeâ, Bucky joked from where he was kissing the top of your back. You let out a shocked laugh, attempting to elbow him in the ribs but he easily held your arm away as he chuckled. The noise and joke were welcomed from him though to know he had calmed down enough from the initial shock of seeing you injured. âCould I make one request for tonight?â Bucky enquired, returning to kiss the pulse point on your neck.
âYes?â you asked, already sounding a little breathless as you lazily moved your legs through the water, still holding your weight up by holding onto the edge.
âDonât hold your noises in tonight, even though we are outside, I want this whole damn city to hear youâ, Bucky grunted as he thrust his hips against your lower back, making you feel his considerably hard cock. Once again, your body warmed thoroughly at the thought of those a few floors below potentially hearing through their open windows but that also turned you on, knowing people could hear how much your boyfriends were making you feel good.
Nodding your head in answer, Buckyâs hands began to graze over your stomach under the water, stroking near your hip where you had a particularly sensitive spot that had you shivering and leaning further into him.
Steveâs hand cradled your chin, turning your face towards him where he began to kiss you desperately, his tongue immediately teasing the seam of your mouth to gain access that you granted instantly. You moaned as his warm muscle twisted with yours, loving the dominance of the kiss as he easily stood over you in the pool with his tall stature.Â
Buckyâs metal fingers then began to do their own exploration as they travelled between your legs, first stroking over your pussy lips, giving you a little warning for his next movement before he pressed more firmly until he was rubbing your clit. He moved in slow circles, and your hips jerked at the action, more moans rumbling from the back of your throat and into Steveâs mouth.
The blonde man pulled back first, breathing heavily as he instructed, âWhat I want you to do is take Bucky and after you cum, weâre going to fuck you at the same time, understand?â
âYes, sirâ, you automatically responded, your arousal aching in your core.
âGood girlâ, Bucky praised as he shifted his position but continued to play with your clit as he moved. His lower half moved further beneath you so your body was moved a little out of the water, revealing your breasts to the cool air as you balanced on his body. The tip of his cock nudged against his fingers at the apex of your thighs, and with a flick of his hips, it moved to your hole. Even though you were in the water, he still took his time, being careful to not move too quickly as he stretched your cunt. Each inch that moved in had you gasping and moaning, grabbing tightly onto Steveâs arm that shot out to support your body from toppling forward. âThatâs it, youâre taking me so well, Dollâ, Bucky continued to encourage you as soon his hips were flush against yours which meant that he subtly pressed against the plug in your arse which only added to the heightened pleasure.
âFeels so good Buckyâ, you say, closing your eyes for a moment to try and savour the feelings but then they snapped open as Steve began to squeeze your nipples. Your back arched into the touch, loving the twists and pulls he was doing to them that sent shivers straight to your centre which only meant that you kept clenching around Bucky.
After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally began to move, slowing his fingers at your clit to match the pace of his thrusting. Each snap of his hips would cause the plug to be pushed and even his cock within your pussy was brushing against it, you already felt so full and you only had one cock in you. The motions increased as Bucky nuzzled into the back of your neck, the water surrounding the three of you splashing over the edge.
As you got used to the position and pleasure that was being pounded throughout your body, you felt aware enough to reach into the water and grip Steveâs throbbing shaft. It floated in the water and you could feel it bob at your touch as well as Steveâs very audible gasp. He always did love it when you pleasured him so even though Buckyâs cock and fingers were very distracting, you attempted to try and also make Steve feel as good as you felt.
âFuck, I love the feeling of your hands on me babyâ, Steve grunted, thrusting into your palm as you squeezed harder, moving up and down the shaft in time with Buckyâs cock. Steveâs eyes closed, head tipping back as he fell into the pleasure, but his hands never stopped with both supporting your upper half and squeezing your breasts whilst tweaking the nipples.
Bucky moved faster now, feeling your pussy clenching harder around him, his fingers swiping back and forth in firm motions. You didnât even need to tell him that you were going to cum, from the feeling around his cock and the sweet moans escaping your mouth, he knew you were close. He fucked you harder which meant your hand moved faster up Steveâs shaft.
âOh-God, yes!â, you chanted, eyes closed as you squeezed Steveâs cock hard as the pleasure took over you, Bucky not stopping his thrusts as you came, extending the length of your orgasm as he continued. All until Steve quickly cursed and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from him did your pussy stop fluttering as you looked at him in worry. âDid I hurt you?â you asked, realising that you were probably squeezing too hard.
Steve chuckled, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as he shook his head, âNo baby, you were going to make me cum if you carried on like thatâ.
âOhâ, was all you managed to say as you felt proud of yourself for making him nearly cum so quickly.
Bucky laughed under his breath at your reaction, kissing the back of your head before easing his cock out and wrapping his arm around your waist so he could move you further away from the wall, giving Steve room to move in front of you. Both of your hands moved to his muscular shoulders, holding on as Steve pulled both of your legs around his waist, the waterline now at your navel.
Bucky's warm hand massaged one of your arse cheeks as he instructed, âRelax for me, Sweetheartâ. You made sure to ease all of your muscles down as he gripped onto the butt plug and began to slowly pull it out. You gasped loudly at the feeling of your hole stretching around the toy before relief as it moved past the thickest part.
Bucky dropped the plug, declaring that heâd retrieve it from the bottom of the pool later and began lining up his cock at your asshole. You mewled into Steveâs shoulder as you felt the thick tip breaching your hole, the stretch was just as intense as the other hole but he moved slower this time, making sure not to hurt you.
âYouâre so tight, shitâ, Bucky groaned as you took his length, his hands flexing against your hips as you tried to adjust to him. After a long moment, you nodded your head against Steve and felt him moving his hips, the tip of his cock now penetrating your cunt, slowly but from the fucking by Bucky, it didnât take you as long to adjust.
As they both were fully inserted into your holes, you let out a desperate moan, feeling so full it was nearly overwhelming. Your thighs were shaking in Steveâs grip around his waist and you wanted to speak to tell them how good it felt but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth so you told them through moans and mewling noises.
Steve moved first, pulling out a few inches before moving back in. Then Bucky copied his action. Both of your boyfriends fucked you, their thick cocks stroking against every single nerve and with the way your legs were wide and spread to be wrapped around Steve, your clit was brushing against his abdomen.
Your head dropped back against Buckyâs shoulder and you had to refrain from hissing as you accidentally brushed the injury of your face against his stubble. However, with the overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into you, you didnât vocalise the momentary discomfort and simply turned your face away so it didnât happen again.
With how much you were being stimulated, it didnât take you long to orgasm again, your body tightening like a coil around both of their cocks as waves of pleasure pulsed through you.
Bucky let out a deep groan and that was your only warning as he came suddenly, the feeling of your tight ass around his cock was too much for him and he was already so pent up from the day that he couldnât hold it back anymore. His balls emptied everything within them into your ass, his teeth biting into the junction between your neck and shoulder as he grunted your name over and over until there was no more cum within his body.
You shivered as he pulled out, wishing you had a camera under the water to see the cum seeping out and clouding the water slightly. Buckyâs hands moved to under your thighs, taking them out of Steveâs grip as he took your weight instead so that Steve could fuck you without any restraint.
With your eyes half-lidded, you watched as Steve leaned forward, one hand on your waist and the other on Buckyâs shoulder, using the two of you to help ground him as he continued to fuck your pussy. With the more sturdy position, he was able to fuck you as hard as he could with the water adding some restraint so that he didnât hurt you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent-shaped dents in the skin but he enjoyed the sparks of pain that came with it. âI want you to orgasm one more time for me baby, I know you can do itâ.
You shouted out in pleasure at his words, hearing the desperation in his tone so you knew he was holding back from cumming because he wanted you to do it one more time. Steve fucked you, hard and fast, water splashing everywhere as Bucky continued to hold onto you tightly.
It didnât take you long to cum again, especially as Steve dipped his head and began to suck on each of your sensitive nipples. By the time your pussy stopped pulsing around him and you were becoming entirely too overstimulated, Steve finally shouted and stilled his thrusting, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his cum as he filled you up.
The three of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breath and stretch your muscles from being in the squished position. âAt least weâre in the water, donât have as much of a clean upâ, you joked as the cum mixed with the pool water. Bucky laughed before ducking into the water and returning with your butt plug.
âFor you, hot mamaâ, he handed over the toy and kissed your cheek before helping you over to the stairs but swiftly picked you up with a steady hand at your back and under your knees. âPlease tell me you two are hungry, once weâve finished drying up, Iâm ordering some room serviceâ.
You groaned in a different sort of need from only a few minutes ago, your arms wrapping around his neck, âyes please, Iâm starving after all of this activity!â
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natasha romanoff x pyrokinetic reader
summary: reader accidentally burns natasha, which causes her to rethink their relationship and their life in general.
(there may be female pronouns scattered in here, but i am not 100% sure.)
warnings: insecurity, mentions of very very slight burn (just redness)
i rest my head on the cold kitchen countertop for a few moments, attempting to get just an ounce of relief from the heat surrounding me.
if you asked me in casual conversation i would say i donât mind summer. itâs okay; i dont hate it. however, if you asked me on a personal level, i would say i absolutely despise summer. i hate the thought of wearing bikinis, all the bug bites i receive, but i hate the heat most of all. pyrokinetics and heat simply do not mix. ironic, isnât it?
and so, i press my face harder into the kitchen countertop in the compound for just a bit of relief.
i was currently sitting at the kitchen island. the coolness of the marble surface did provide me with a bit of contrast to my heated skin, but it just wasnât enough. on top of that it was agonizing listening to my teammates having the time of their lives outside in the compoundâs backyard.
some were in the crystal clear water of the immensely big in-ground pool tony had installed while others played a casual game of volleyball.
how i envy them.
however, the people whom i envied the most were the couples outside able to cuddle and kiss each other. my heart breaks a little for my girlfriend when i see laura sitting on clintâs lap on one of the poolside tables knowing we could never do the same.
technically we could, but unfortunately this wasnât the season to do so. during the winter season me and natasha could cuddle at any time and i would serve as her personal heater. the heat that would emanate from my body would be a nice contrast to the painful coldness of a new york winter.
however, when itâs already around 100 degrees and i am a pyrokinetic that sometimes freaks out and cannot control herself, that leads to accidents.
like this one.
i had banished myself to the kitchen countertop because me and natasha had tried to see if maybe my body temperature wouldnât flare up like it always did. spoiler alert; it did. natasha had been sitting on my lap with her head in my neck. she began kissing my neck and thatâs where i think things began to go downhill.
much of my pyrokinesis revolves around what iâm feeling at the current moment. once i felt natashaâs featherlight kisses on my neck i began to feel things. mostly shy. and so, i slowly began to heat up. eventually things escalated too quickly when natasha bit me. immediately my body became the temperature of the sun and natasha jumped up and away from me.
âouch!â
i observed as she lightly rubbed her thighs trying to get at least a but of relief. just like i am now. anyway, i could do nothing but watch her knowing i caused this but couldnât fix it.
âim-im so sorry baby. iâll go inside. im sorry.â
i quickly get up from my place on the poolside chair, not without noticing the chair had begin to melt a little because of me. it made me feel that much worse.
natasha tried to stop me, but obviously she couldnât do that much when i couldnât be touched.
ây/n itâs okay, baby. iâm fine. please donât go.â
i ignore the concerned expression in my beautiful girlfriendâs face and instead rush to the sliding door separating the big backyard from the avengerâs compound. i thank whoever left the door open in my head as i rush through and close the door behind me.
that brings me to where i am now. a tiny portion of white plastic on my hand from closing the sliding door and a big portion of embarrassment.
i continue to observe the other avengers outside and let out a deep breath.
do i really belong here?
i mean, most of the avengers out there avoid touching me. no handshakes, no hugs, no anything. i understand their fear and apprehension but that doesnât make it hurt any less. a great deal of them were scared of me and that honestly made my heart break; i didnât ask to be made this way, so why do i have to suffer the consequences?
the only people who really bothered in trying to get to know me and know when itâs okay to touch me are natasha, wanda, and bucky. they try to understand how my pyrokinesis works and how to prevent meltdowns (haha get it?) like this.
theyâll never truly understand though.
i see wanda talking to natasha and looking back inside at me. i realize almost immediately that she heard my thoughts. dang you, my sexy witch best friend. i see my girlfriend approach the door i had melted not more than 20 minutes ago and slide it open. she makes sure to close it behind her before she sits next to me at the kitchen island.
she looks stunning.
natasha was wearing a simple black bikini, but yet it complimented her so well. it complimented her beautifully sculpted body, her stunning scars scattered around her body, and it just looked right against her sun-kissed skin.
i wish i looked like her.
âhey, how are you feeling?â
i shrug my shoulders.
natashaâs lips form into a straight line on her face as she looks down at her hands. i take this moment to admire her gorgeous face. her cute freckles scattered across nearly every part of her face. thatâs one of the things i didnât mind about summer. natâs freckles showed up and showed out during the summer.
i decide to speak up. âim sorry.â
natâs head snaps up at the words of my timid apology.
âhoney you have nothing to apologize for. i know that was an accident and i shouldnât have pushed you that far.â
âno, about everything.â
natasha furrows her brows and her confusion slowly grows. she timidly inches her fingers toward my thigh. she checks my temperature to make sure she can touch me. im lukewarm. she puts her hand on my right thigh with her left hand. that gives me the courage i need to say the next words.
âim sorry for being such a bad girlfriend. i see how you look at other couples and their pda and stuff. you should just break up with me. i mean we canât even have.. um.. sex without me freaking out and burning you. i just donât think im lovable and im definitely holding you back from having your dream relationship. maybe you should try dating banner. i hate his guts but youâll probably be happier with him than youâll ever be with me.â
an uncomfortable silence fills the room. i bring my arms up on the countertop and stuff my face into them.
we both breathe in the silence for a while. i know natasha doesnât know what say; i mean what can she say? that everything will be alright? that weâll be able to do normal couple things one day? she would be lying to my face.
ây/n, look at me.â
i sink deeper into my seat. i feel hot tears begin to pour out of my eyes. i can no longer feel natashaâs touch on my thigh.
i let out a sob. im pathetic.
âbaby, please look at me.â
i shake my head.
âfine. y/n, i love you so much. your pyrokinesis will never change that because i didnât fall in love with your body temperature, but with your personality. you didnât deserve what those cruel people did to you but unfortunately you cannot change your story. and sure maybe i get a twinge of sadness watching other couples, but i love our connection more than any pda or hugs or touches. i love the way you assure i feel loved without having to touch me all the time. you are more than your pyrokinesis. i will keep saying that until you get it. because itâs true; nothing will ever change that. you are worth the moon and stars to me.â
i feel tears begin to flow down my cheeks. i sit up and look at natasha. i gaze into her eyes for a few seconds but immediately look away. playing with my hands, i utter something under my breath in hopes she wonât hear me.
natasha inches her face closer to mind and kisses my tears away. she pulls back smiling and stares at me knowingly when she feels me heat up a bit.
âwhat was that honey? i canât hear you.â
this time i make tiny flames from my fingertips and decide to speak up a little more.
âi said, i love you too.â
natasha smiles at me knowing i do appreciate what she has said, but iâm just too shy.
ânatasha, i love you so much you donât even know. and if i could control myself i would tell you more, but i think if i do iâll start crying and melt this chair.â
at that natasha giggles and grabs my chin to kiss all over my face.
âheyy! youâre gonna get me riled up!â
i swat her face away. she begins to laugh and i stare at her, confused.
âbabe, your face is literally as red as my hair!â
âokay, thatâs not fair. youâre such a bad girlfriend.â
i roll my eyes and jump off of my chair, heading towards the sliding door to go back outside.
âyou sure you wanna go back outside? if you want to we can stay inside and cool you down. i can ask tony to order us some ice-cream. fuck, we can even get you an ice bath.â
i look back at natasha and shake my head while giggling.
âthatâs fine, i want you to enjoy yourself. cmon.â
i wait for my girlfriend to join me and we make our way back outside.
everything turned out fine, for today. there were still a few accidents. unfortunately thatâs the reality behind being an enhanced human. we will always make mistakes and have accidents, but thatâs what reminds us we are still human.
i am still human, and still lovable.
a/n: this is my first work so be kind lol!! but let me know if you guys have any requests or want me to continue this series (?). honestly this isnât proofread, the ending was lowkey rushed, and itâs nearly 3am so if itâs dookie thatâs why lol. but yea, thank you for reading if you made it this far!
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First Crush - 3
*Abby's sticker to Bucky*
After work, the Avengers are relaxing in the common room or playing pool like Clint & Bucky. Hitting Bucky on the shoulder, "I heard lunch was entertaining", Sam enters the room with Nat.
Bucky glares a Nat. "What? I couldn't help it. It was so cute."
"Cute? Are we talking about Miss Abigail Rose?" Steve smirks at Bucky leaning up against the wall by the pool table.
"Who is Abigail Rose?" Clint cocks an eyebrow at Bucky.
Natasha leans in excited to tell the story, "Fury's new assistant got called in today and she had to bring her daughter to work with her. Just cute as can be. Sweet and precocious. She had stickers all over her shirt. How old was she?"
"Two? Three maybe?"
"Adorable! Made a beeline straight to Bucky." Bucky tries to concentrate on his shot while shaking his head but the tips of his ears are turning red.
Incredulously, "Wouldn't give me the time of day," Steve acts disgruntled & shocked.
Sam teases,"You weren't her type. She's into Cyborgs."
Steve laughs, "You're right because she loved the arm! The arm was so pretty. 'I loves it!' "
"Poor mom was so embarrassed. Abby didn't want to leave Buck's side. Finally before she left she peels off a sticker from her shirt and sticks it to his arm."
Sam nods, "It was the 2yr old version of giving someone your insta." They laughs at Bucky's expense and Buck rolls his eyes.
Most people are afraid of him. He doesn't need to threaten or say anything for people to stay away. He did not have that affect on Abby. She didn't fear him at all. She seeked him out. Her tiny body leaning against him. She didn't cringe at the feel of cold metal. Her little fingers traced the gold detail on his arm.
Nat grabs Buck's arm, "Aw, where's the sticker?" Turning it, this way and that. "You lost it," Nat frowns.
Bucky pulls out his ID card and shows them the back where he stashed Abby's sticker, joining in with their laughter. "They were cute."
Clint catches him, "They??"
"She."
"Uh uh, man. You said they."
Natasha smiles slyly, ready to play matchmaker. "Y/N is gorgeous!" Bucky shrugs yet nods staring at the sticker before shoving the card back in his pocket.
*****
Some days are such a struggle. You never would have thought you'd be a widow with a baby to raise by yourself. Abby's father was a pilot in the Air Force. That's what attracted you to begin with. The image of a sexy daring fighter pilot. Things Jason did or talked about were so exciting. He was an adrenaline junkie for sure. Which is fun for a boyfriend, but not the best for a husband & father.
Now, its just you and Abby fending for yourselves. This job with the Avengers was heaven sent. It was so hard to make ends meet but now that you're with the Avengers, a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. You'll be able to give Abby a better life. Yet, sometimes just the day-to-day chores overwhelm you.
You finished getting yourself ready for work and started tackling the task of getting Abby ready for daycare. You brush Abby's hair trying to get it into a ponytail. Don't know why you go through the effort, because it's just going to fall out by midday after playing and naptime. "Mama?"
"Yes?"
"Today is school day?"
"Yes. You get to go to daycare and see Ms. Grace and all your friends."
"Mama?"
"Yes?"
"Remember the man with the pretty arm?" She tries to turn around to face you and you have to face her forward so you can get the ponytail up.
"Yes, I do."
"Me, too." You nod, knowing where this is heading already. "Mama?"
"Yes?"
"Mr S'gent don't go daycare."
"No, he doesn't. He's a grown-up. He goes to work." Finishing her hair, you carry her back to the room to put on her shoes.
"Mama?"
Rolling your eyes, "Yes?"
"I'm not a grows up."
Sitting her on the bed you kneel before her to put on her socks & shoes, "Grown-up. No. You are my baby."
"Mama?"
"Abby Rose!" Making wide eyes at her, "You are making Mama crazy." Abby laughs and pats your head.
"Mama?"
"Yesssss, Abby. What?"
She places her little hands on each of your cheeks, "Cans I go to work with yous?" She gives you the most angelic smile. You growl, picking her up & throwing her over your shoulder. She screams and giggles. "Mama!!!"
Bringing her down, to prop her on your hip, grabbing her backpack & your bag to make the trek to her daycare which luckily is only a couple blocks away. "You need to go to daycare."
"But...but...I wants to be with yous," she pouts.
"But...but...NO. You don't want to be with me. You want to see Sargent Barnes." She throws her head back and laughs with a cackle. You shake your head at her. Excuse me, Lil Miss! Who's child is this??
"Mamaaa."
"Abbyyyy." You laugh but sober up, "I'm sorry, baby, but no. You need to go to school."
"But...but...what if he forgets me."
"He will never forget you. He has your sticker. He has your drawing."
She puts her thumb in her mouth & nods her head, but she looks sad. She rests her head on your shoulder for the rest of the walk to daycare.
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To Call You Mine
Chapter 12
Authors note: Getting back into the swing of things! I hope lol, enjoy the update!
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Nat walks into the bedroom to find you standing in front of the mirror by the closet. You've already got your black suit pants on and your suit jacket is lying on the bed with your tie. She watches for a few moments while you work on buttoning up your gray dress shirt and you quirk a brow at her in the reflection.
âSee something you like, Omega?â you tease
She smirks at you before taking a few steps forward, âOh I most certainly do, but Iâd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing you in your security uniform againâ
You turn around and look into her eyes, âOh, is that so?â
âMhm, what can I say? Iâm a sucker for a girl in uniformâ
Right now you want nothing more than to smash your lips against your mates and spend the rest of the evening and well into the night worshiping her. But you're getting dressed up for a reason, and that reason prevents you from doing anything
âDamn Tony Stark and his stupid galasâ
Nat chuckles, âDonât worry lyubov'(love), weâll have time to do whatever it is you're thinking about this weekendâ
âIâll hold you to that, Nattyâ you tell her, sending a wink her way
Her cheeks turn the adorable shade of pink that you've come to love, âHow about you hold me?â
You chuckle at her, but indulge her and wrap your arms around her, careful to situate her bump appropriately, âYou alright?â
âMhmâ she mumbles against your neck, âJust going to miss you tonightâ
âIâll miss you too detka(baby), but I should be home before you know it with Yelena and Kate here to keep you companyâ
She chuckles a bit, âI know they're going to be here to make sure Dima and I stay safe, but I honestly think Iâm the one watching them tonightâ
âWell, Clint canât keep them out of trouble all the timeâ you joke earning a smile
âOh donât I know it, especially because he encourages themâ
Just then the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the two being talked about. Nat pulls herself away from you and you watch her head out of the room before going back to getting ready. Down the hall you can hear the excited voices of your mates sister and her friend as they greet her, and soon the voices get even more excited as they walk into the living room and spot Dima.
Your pup was equally as excited as you could hear him cooing and repeatedly asking for his Aunt Lena to pick him up. You assume she must do so as soon his giggles are echoing around the house along with a few of Kates. Your mate takes this moment to slip away from them and back to you.
âYou ready lyubov'(love)? After work traffic will be pretty heavy right now, donât want you to be late.â
âYeah, just gotta get my shoes onâ you assure her with a smile
She smiles back before a slight pout overtakes her features, âIâll miss you tonightâ
âIâll miss you too, my Omegaâ you tell her as you make your way over to her, âI shouldnât be home too late though since this is a benefactor party. Midnight at the latestâ
âBut I suppose youâll tell me not to wait upâ
âI think Iâve become too predictable with you.â you chuckle, âTrue Iâd prefer you to get your rest, especially since your carrying two little ones- â
âShhhâ she cuts you off, âif Yelena finds out through your big mouth instead of from me later, Iâll make you take the couch tonightâ
âOkay okay, geez.â you laugh, âMy point was, yes Iâd like you to sleep as much as possible. But I know you donât sleep well without me and I also know that with those two goofballs out there that a late night is most likely going to happenâ
Nat smiles again, âWell, you can at least take comfort in the fact that Dima will be going to sleep at his usual timeâ
You laugh again, âOh good, at least heâll be getting his restâ
She giggles and you finally wrap your arms around her. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck as she wraps her arms around you in return, and a soft purr escapes her as your hand comes to rest on her belly. The two of you take a moment to just enjoy each other's embrace, letting the sound of her purrs fill the space.
After a few minutes you reluctantly pull back from her, âI should get going loveâ
âDrive safe, and have a good nightâ she tells you before leaning in for a kiss
You of course indulge her in this and kiss her back before you both head out to the living room. You exchange quick greetings with the two Betas and thank them for coming to spend time with your Omega while you have to work, and then you make your way over to the pup. You affectionately ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead as you say goodbye to him and though there's no need to as he's always been well behaved, you remind him to be good for his Mama.
Your mate walks with you as you head to the garage and the two of you share in another quick hug and kiss, âIâll see you later baby, have fun with your sister and donât worry too much about meâ
âIâll try. Just text me when you get there and when you're leaving for home, pleaseâ
You nod, âOf course my Omegaâ
And with that you hop in your car and pull out of the driveway. Natasha watches the garage door shut before she returns to the living room, where she finds her sister bouncing Dima on her lap while Kate is indulging Liho in her attention seeking by playing with one of her toys with her. Nat canât help but chuckle as she joins them on the couch
âSetra(sister), how are you feeling?â Yelena asks, shifting her focus but still bouncing the pup
âIâm good all things considered, this pregnancy hasnât been as rough as Dimas was. At least so far. Iâve had morning sickness a few times and I of course have the normal body aches and pains but Y/n is really good at keeping everything I need to ease those nearbyâ
âThat's good! Iâm glad your Alpha is caring for you well!â Kate exclaims, and Yelena nods in agreement, âHave you guys gone to find out what you're having yet?â
Natasha canât help the wide smile that breaks out across her face, and one matching it shows up on Yelena's face, â Well come on, tell us!â
âWeâre having two pups, both girls!â
âOh setra(sister), that's wonderful!â Yelena exclaims, wrapping her one arm around her as the other secures Dima, âAnd did your Alpha like this news?â
âShe's just as excited as I am, If not moreâ Nat laughs, âIâve had to help her calm down a few times while weâre putting together their nursery in our room. She doesnât read the instructions properly in her excitementâ
âSounds just like what I witnessed with Clint when Laura was with Nathanielâ Kate laughs
âMight be worseâ Nat admits, âBecause this is Y/ns first time getting to care for me and prepare for pups with meâ
Yelena gives her a soft look, âI've never seen you so happyâ
âWell, I have everything Iâve ever wanted. Dima and I are safe here with Y/n as our Alpha, and she's so good to us. She's everything I knew she would be, and more. She gave us little Liho and now weâre growing our familyâ she states, rubbing her belly, âI couldnât ask for a better mate, or a better lifeâ
âIâm glad you got this sestra(sister), I truly am. Seeing you so happy, thrills meâ
Kate nods in agreement, âIt's good to see you smile again.â
âThank you both. Now then, I can hear my boys tummy growling. Lets get dinner started, shall we?â
âOkay, but you are letting Kate Bishop and I do most of the work. You just tell us what needs doneâ
As your mate begins to prepare dinner with the two Betas you are still on your way to the city. The drive isnât too long, but you do feel a bit restless. Likely because this will be the longest you've been apart from your mate and pup. The knowledge that her sister and friend are there with them does at least bring you comfort, as you know she's safe. But still the anxiety of being apart from them remains. You decide to turn the radio on in the hopes that it either calms you or distracts you. It seems to work, for now at least, and you drive on with a sense of ease.
But outside your house, there is indeed a reason for this anxiety to linger. Because parked just down the street from where your mate currently cooks with the Betas sits a car. And in that car is a very familiar and unwelcome Alpha along with two Alpha friends of his.
âAre you sure you donât wanna just grab him tonight? I mean we watched the Alpha leave, and two Betas aren't a threat at all.â the Alpha in the front passenger seat says
âFor the final time, yes I am sure.â Bruce answers, his grip on the steering wheel tightening
âBut why?â the other Alpha in the backseat questions, âIsnât your Omega in there?â
Bruce growls, âThat bitch has me so angry right now that if I saw her, Iâm likely to snap. And while Iâd love to snuff the life out of her beloved new mate, that's not a fate I want for Natasha.â
It falls silent for a while before one of the Alphas speaks up again, âSo we just watch then?â
âYes, we learn their routines. And we wait.â Bruce continues, âAs soon as Y/n leaves this house with my son, she's as good as dead and Dima is as good as mine again.â
The car continues to sit there for a while but does eventually pull away and leave, coincidently around the same time you had texted your mate about your arrival at Stark Industries. You're now in the employee elevator heading on up to the floor the party is being held on. As soon as the doors open you spot Tony, wearing his signature shades even though he's indoors. He spots you too
âY/n!! Good to see you!!â he shouts, causing Pepper, the chef, Happy, and a few of the other security members to look your way
âHey Tony!â you greet with a wave and make your way over to him, âHow many are we expecting tonight?â
His face scrunches up in thought, âWell I had a couple hundred invites sent out, but they all included an additional plus one, so really, could be a hundred could be triple that!â
âOh, wonderfulâ you mutter, graciously taking the tablet Pepper passes to you
âThis is a layout of knights event, Happy already added his suggestions on where tonights additionally security should be placed, you just have to sign off on itâ
âOkay great. Iâll look it over.â you assure them, âAre there any guests we know of that will for sure be here that we need to keep an eye on?â
âJust Justin Hammer, as usualâ Tony says, âKeep him away from any of my tech. That includes computers and tablets. As usual.â
You nod, âRight. Let me just look this over then and we can get everyone in place before the first guest arrivesâ
âWonderfulâ
A few hours later and the gala event is in full swing. The floor is now filled with rich and well off guests who are mingling and drinking while a live band plays off in the one corner. Servers have been rushing around all night to provide everyone with enough drinks and the bar alone was not meant to handle this sheer number of people, and hors dâoeuvres have been flowing out of the kitchen at a steady pace.
Thankfully it's been business as usual and nothing out of place or suspicious has occurred. You're still on alert though as it is quite literally your job to be, but you must admit that you do still have lingering anxiety about your family. You're able to push past it though, and focus on the crowd before you.
Back at home your Omega has just finished tucking Dima into bed and is now preparing to watch a movie with the two Betas. Kate has a large bowl of popcorn on her lap while Yelena has some nachos.
âWhere did you even get those?â the redhead asks with a chuckle
âI made sure to bring them!â Yelena exclaims, âI was in the mood for them tonight. There's still more out in my bag if you want some, or if Kate Bishop doesnât share the popcornâ
âHey, I can share!â she exclaims, âBesides the bag I made this from was from Nats pantry, If i didnât share Iâd be a terrible guestâ
Yelena shrugs, âI just know how you are with snacks thats allâ
âOh? And how am I with snacks, Yelena?â
The blonde gulps as she tries to take her foot back out of her mouth and looks to her older sister for help. But the Omega has no plans on getting in the middle of this, âWell, I think it's time I go make myself some nachosâ
Natasha can feel her sister's glare in her back as she walks out of the room and she chuckles when she sees Liho down by her feet, joining her on her trek to the kitchen. Once they reach the kitchen counter she stops to pet the adorable furball, who is quickly growing, before grabbing a plate for her nachos. By the time she got her plate ready and walks back into the room, whatever words that may have been spoken have already been exchanged and Nat has to bite her tongue to avoid teasing Yelena for looking like a kicked puppy or teasing Kate for looking so smug.
âAlright, what Bond film are we starting with?â
A few more hours and a few Bond films later Natasha can feel herself getting a bit antsy. Its growing later and is nearly the time she lays down for sleep, her body is growing tired but her mind is well aware of the lack of her Alphas presence.
âWhy donât you go get your blanket from your nest, that should have enough of Y/ns scent on it to comfort youâ Kate offers, having smelled the slight discomfort coming off your Omega
âYeah, good ideaâ she mumbles, getting up to go get it. While grabbing it she spots the two stuffies you'd bought her sitting in her nest as well and she finds herself reaching out for the lion one
When she returns and gets all snuggled up under the blanket neither Beta mention the stuffed animal that now sits on the Omegas lap getting cuddled against her, but she's aware of the small knowing smiles that appear on their faces.
Back at the Gala it's finally time for donations to be made, which means you and the rest of the guests will likely have to hear a few speeches from both Tony and the benefactors. Thankfully your boss was usually able to avoid being long winded, but the others werenât as reliable.
As the third donator drones on you spot some unusual movement off to the side of the crowd. A young man seems to be slipping past everyone, making his way towards the front where the stage and Tony are. You arenât alerted right away, as perhaps he was with the press and trying to get a better shot or something. But the longer you look at him, you find yourself unable to find any sort of press badge or even a camera
âAll hands, be prepared. I have a fellow acting strange here on the right side of the crowd, moving upâ
Your ear piece is full of other security members saying they understood followed by the ones closest to that region saying their eyes were on him and they were ready to move at your notice. Having not actually done anything yet and still being a ways away from Tony you tell them to just remain vigilant for now. But then he's lifting his suit off his chest with his left hand and his right makes a move to go into the space just created, as if he was reaching for something concealed.
âMove in now!â you order, quickly breaking away from your own position in order to form a barrier in his line of sight to Tony
As soon as your infront of him his eyes widen but he doesnât have the time to do or say anything before your men are grabbing him and forcing him to the ground. The crowds attention is of course grabbed by this and their eyes all fall on the scene instead of what was happening at the front of the room.
âNothing to worry about, please carry on!â you assure, sending your boss a thumbs up
He nods, âWell, Iâm sure whatever my security just dealt with was riveting but please folks, let's get back to the matter at handâ
The gala goes back to its regular activities as you and a few men escort the now hancuffed man out of the room and to a small room where you can question him and hold him until you figure out if the police need to be notified.
Your men sit him down a bit harshly at the small table as you speak, âWhat the hell were you thinking out there?â
The man remains silent and his gaze shifts away from you and down to the floor. That was fine with you. He didnât have to explain himself, you could simply search him and figure out what he had on him and piece together his motives. But as you reach for his suit he starts to squirm
âHey, back off! You canât touch me! I know my rights!â
âThen you're well aware that its within the law for a private security team to search you once your in custody to determine you have no weapons and pose no threatâ
This proves to only upset him further however and without warning his leg shoots up and his foot hits you in the gut. The sound of all the air leaving your lungs fills the room as you stumble backwards a bit and without saying a word your men move to hold him down.
âGet off me! I said let go!â
You scoff at his behavior and again reach for his suit. You pull it back and reach inside, expecting to find a shoulder slung holster and pistol which is exactly what you find. You whistle as you pull the gun out
âMy my, what have we here?â it's a rhetorical question, which you answer yourself while checking to be sure the safety is on before removing the magazine, ��A Glock 17 huh, oh and look at that, you even had one in the chamber ready to fire. Boys sit tight here, Iâm going to call in the police to deal with this guyâ
After a few more hours, half of which was taken up by paperwork, police paperwork and an interview, the gala finally seems to be winding down. Majority of the guests are either making their way out or are currently grabbing their belongings to make their way out. And a sigh of relief slips past your lips. Tonight had been more daunting than you anticipated, especially with someone actually managing to get a firearm inside despite all measures taken. If you hadnât spotted him, you're unsure how well his plan to shoot Tony would have gone and that makes a chill run through you.
But you had stopped him and that's what mattered. Now all that was on your mind was getting back home to your Omega. You wanted nothing more than to just get nice and cozy in her nest and hold her close. And this was apparently written on your face
âYou know, you donât have to come in for a whileâ Happy says as he comes to stand beside you, âI can handle the set up, and its easy enough to just email you plans to double checkâ
You ponder it for only a second, âNo, this is my job Happy and I can handle it.â
âKid, this job has a bit of danger to it, as we were reminded tonight, and you have a pregnant Omega at home. What would she think of the situation you just had to deal with?â
You sigh, âSheâd probably panicâ
âRight. And my guess is that she's already nervous enough when you just leave the house for groceries, let alone your job.â your silence on the matter proves his point and he continues, âTake some time off. Be there for her during the pregnancy and give her that piece of mind. At least until the pups are born, but hell id wait until they were a year if I were youâ
âI canât just take a year off from work!â you exclaim
âYou wonât be taking it off, youâd just work remotely. Do everything from your home office instead of being the hands on guy here. And hey, if it works well for you, being a family Alpha now, you might just wanna make that a permanent positionâ
You think about what he's saying, and it does make sense. You have a family now, why put yourself in harm's way and stress your mate out by doing so. And why stress you both out by being apart from her when you really didnât need to be
âYeah, you're right. Iâll talk to Tony about it before I head home tonight. Thanks Happyâ
âAnytime kidâ
Finally you're pulling into your own driveway. It's an hour later than you had told your mate to expect you, but you know Nat wonât hold that against you. Especially when Tonys parties are known to be long.
You're greeted by Liho as you enter the house and quickly reach down to pet her, âMissed you too little oneâ
You can still hear a movie playing in the living room, which puzzles you a bit as you hadnât gotten a response from your mate when you said you were on your way home so you had expected to find everyone in bed. You stop petting Liho, much to her displeasure, and make your way further into the house. There's no sound to indicate that anyone is even home, let alone watching the film and you honestly start to worry a bit. But that all goes away once you actually enter the living room, and a soft smile spreads across your features as you take in the scene before you.
A Bond movie is still playing on the tv but all three of the women that had once been watching it are now fast asleep on the couch. Yelena is in between your mate and Kate, who both have their heads resting on the blonds shoulders, and Nat is all wrapped up in your blanket from her nest. She even has her lion stuffie cuddled up against her chest. You canât imagine how hard you being away from home must have been for her considering how hard it was for you tonight.
You take a moment to just watch the three before you reach out to cup Nats cheek, âlyubov'(love), Iâm homeâ
Her eyes slowly open and she looks at you in the most adorable groggy way, âAlpha?â
âHi babyâ
She smiles and reaches out for you, âMissed youâ
âMissed you tooâ you reply, instantly wrapping your arms around her, âWhy donât we get you into your nestâ
She hums in agreement so you shift your hold on her, one arm bracing her back as the other slides under her legs. You lift her with ease and she wraps the blanket closer as she snuggles into you. You both continue down the hall in a comforting silence, but when you attempt to set her down in the nest alone she looks at you quizzically
âYouâre joining me, right?â
You chuckle, âI will be. I just gotta make sure your sister and Kate make it up to the spare room. And Iâve also gotta get out of this suitâ
âOkayâ she huffs, âJust donât take too longâ
âI wonât, love. But go to sleep if you need to, donât wait on meâ you tell her as you slip back out of the room
You head back down the hall and into the living room to find a groggy Yelena looking at you, âY/n?â
âHey Lenaâ
She blinks away some of her sleepiness, âWhat time is it?â
âTime for you and Kate to head upstairs and crash in the guest roomâ you reply, making her chuckle
âYeah, okay. Go ahead off to bed with my sister, Iâll take care of sleepy headâ You nod and turn to leave but halfway down the hall you have to hold back laughter as you hear the sound of a pillow hitting something followed by Yelena whisper shouting, âKate Bishop! Up!â
Now back in your room you find your mate checking in on your pup via the monitor, but her attention quickly shifts to you, âDimas still in a deep sleepâ
âGood, because sending those two up near him may bite us in the ass otherwiseâ
She chuckles and watches you fondly as you change out of your work clothes and into your pajamas, âHow was the gala?â
âIt went well. I think he earned more than double what he asked for in donations. It will be nice to see what internship programs he builds with the funds and what charities heâll donate toâ You answer, finally climbing into the nest behind her
Her own hand covers yours as it comes to rest on the swell of her belly, âNo security concerns?â
You let out a sigh, knowing you had to tell her, âIâm telling you this because I donât want you seeing it on the news tomorrow and panickingâ
She stiffens slightly, and her grasp on your hand tightens, âWhat happened?â
âThere was a guy acting suspicious and heading towards Tony. I stopped him and my men detained him. He had a gun. Was probably planning on shooting Tony on stageâ She immediately turns around to face you and her hands cup your face. You can instantly sense her mild distress and do your best to soothe her, âNothing bad happened though, Iâm okay. Everyone isâ
âYou could have been shotâ she says, her voice a mere whisper
âBut I wasnâtâ
âBut you could have beenâ she stresses, âIt could have gone differently and you could have gotten really hurt, and I could haveâŚcould have lost youâ
âOmegaâŚâ you croon as your thumbs delicately wipe her tears away, âThings could have gone differently, yes. But they didnât. I made it home safe and Iâm here with you right now. Focus on thatâ
âHow can I when you have to go back again for the next gala, or for an autograph signing, or a private group tour, or an outing to the race track, or anything else Tony decides he needs you for? It's hard enough watching you leave the house now that Iâm with pups, but now that I know just how much danger you're inâŚ.I donât know if I can do it, Alphaâ
âYou wonât have toâ you assure her as you bring your forehead to rest against hers, âIâm still his head of security, but I no longer need to work events. I just do online meetings, schedules and event set ups now. I just have to go to my office now. No danger.â
âPromise?â
âI promiseâ you tell her,placing a soft kiss against her lips, âNow get some rest detka(baby), you three need it. Iâll be right here.â
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imagine
you wake up in a New York subway, and next to you is Clint Eastwood. both of you remember nada. but you find a gun.
You walk through the subway and find a phone that only speaks in "2kool4skool" slang from the 90s-2000s. Who says "find me these things" and then forces you to do gym class all over again. So you can escape and get a job at a local bodega. You then get a call from Megan Thee Stallion and the daughter of Dior, who decided to pursue rapping because the daughter of Dior is a nepo baby who can't face proper consequences. Those two decide to help you by stealing money from someone's (diors) credit card account.
A few gym classes later, you find these things. It turns to be an industrial meatgrinder. And before it turns on, a bodega worker who is sometimes Skrillex ends up saving you and Clint Eastwood.
After that, you work through the empire state building, only to learn that the phone is ALLIED MASTERCOMPUTER from I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM. WHO IS GOING TO WIPE AWAY ALL OF HUMANITY USING THE STATUE OF LIBERTY
Thank god dior nepo baby and megan thee stallion have helicopters that can fire bombs filled with melted popsicle syrup. Which you will shoot up with your gun. Then you become a roommate to aperson who is always studying and doesn't know what kpop is.
that is Splatoon: Octo expansion for you!
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Hi there! If you are still taking them id love to request a fic where the avengers are bantering/teasing Natasha because she supposedly never gets sick but a little while later R finds her crying and thinks its because the guys have upset her but its really because she feels so terrible.Maybe including Baby, I think this is more than just the sniffles and Oh my god youâre completely burning up. Sorry if this is too specific I just think it would be so cute
You're My World
ă Notes - Wow, its been a while. I havenât written Nat in so long, finally getting this request done <3 ă
ă Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader ă
ă Summary - Nobody really believes it when Natasha gets ill but thereâs always going to be one person thats always there for her. ă
ă Wordcount - 2100 ă
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âAfternoon sunshine, and just what time do you call this?â The voice of Tony called out with a small chuckle, raising his eyebrows from behind a mug of coffee.
âLay off her Stark.â You bit back, shooting him a glare and came over to where your girlfriend had shuffled into the room. She was leaning against the doorframe, her pale complexion a sharp contrast to her messy red curls.
You put down your own coffee and came to her side, hand reaching up to cup her cheeks, âMorning baby,â You murmured, kissing her forehead gently before taking her hand and leading her over to sit by the kitchen island, âYou still not feeling good?â
The two of you had been cuddled in bed together last night when sheâd complained of being extra tired and after some gentle encouraging, sheâd eventually admitted that sheâd had a growing sinus headache for most of the day.
When youâd woken up that morning, Natasha had still been asleep, still curled up in your arms. Usually, she was up before the sun had even risen, getting in a workout or simply just enjoying her morning. After some careful consideration you decided it would be best to let her sleep in, so youâd carefully detached yourself from her arms and pulled the blanket back over her before silently tiptoeing out from the room.
Natasha shook her head, âI think Iâm getting a cold.â She mumbled glumly, letting her head fall onto your shoulder as you sat down beside her. She stayed like that for a moment before falling into a painful sounding coughing fit.
âBaby, I think this is more than just the sniffles,â You sighed sympathetically in response, âYou wanna head back to bed? I can bring you some water and something to eat?â
âHeading back to bed? At this time in the afternoon?â Tony interrupted with a playful scoff as she jumped up to sit on the countertop. He looked at you then Natasha before whistling through his teeth, âYou, Miss Romanoff, look like shit.â
âShut up Stark.â It was too early to be dealing with his shenanigans. Natasha just rolled her eyes, judging it best to simply ignore him, âAnd just for the record, itâs barely 10am. No idea what world you live in where thatâs considered afternoon.â
"That's probably the world where Tony's been up since 4am tinkering with his latest suit," Steve chimed in, entering the kitchen with a knowing smile. He grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and took a bite, eyes twinkling with amusement.
Natasha gave a weak chuckle which was quickly followed by a short cough into her elbow, rubbing a hand down the front of her throat. She swallowed and tried her best not to wince at the painful sensation which followed.
Of course you noticed. âIâll grab you that water.â You rubbed her back gently for a moment before heading to the fridge.
âI didnât even know you could get sick yknow.â Clint piped up, seemingly deciding to join in on the conversation. Heâd previously been too engaged with trying to solve the childrenâs word search on the back of his brightly coloured cereal box.
She looked over towards him, âWhat do you mean?â Her eyes narrowed a little.
âI dunno.â He shrugged, âI just mean, Iâve never even seen you close to sick. Like when you had the gnarly shoulder cut that got infected, you didnât even run a fever or anything like most people do.â
Tony pulled a face of disgust, âBarton, I really do not need to be hearing about gross shoulder gashes when Iâm trying to enjoy my coffee, thank you very much.â Clint pulled a similar face to mock him before throwing a tea towel in his general direction, leading the two of them to start bickering at each other.
Youâd just been handing your girlfriend the bottle of water when Bruce strolled in - adjusting his glasses and taking in the scene. "How come everyone's so chipper this morning," He asked dryly. "What's going on?"
"Romanoffâs caught the plague," Tony took a break from messing with Clint to speak in his most serious voice, earned several eyerolls from around the room, "But don't worry, Doctor Banner, I'm sure âMiss I Never Take Sick Daysâ will pull through."
Natasha groaned, âGod youâre such an asshole.â She sniffled, rubbing at her nose for a moment. Whatever itch sheâd been trying to get rid of clearly hadnât been listening because a second later she drew in a sharp breath and sneezed twice in quick succession.
It wasnât exactly a dainty sound, like her usual sneezes rather harsher yet still somewhat feminine. Obviously, it was still adorable, but you couldnât help but think now wasnât the best thing to vocalise that.
Instead, you settled for a loving, âBless you.â as you offered her a tissue from the box nearby. She mumbled a quiet thank you, dabbing at her nose. The teasing continued as you rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.
"Maybe she just needs more vitamins," Clint suggested with a smirk. "Or maybe a new suit of armour, Tony?"
"Please, like I'd let anyone else touch my suits," Tony replied, his voice dripping with mock horror. Natasha sneezed again, a little louder this time and he pointed over in her direction, âPlus thereâs no way Iâm letting someone that drippy inside one of my suits. Iâm not in the mood to expose my lab to a walking biohazard.â
âYouâre exhausting.â Natasha sniffled from behind a tissue. Her nose was starting to take on an irritated red twinge. She coughed again before clearing her throat roughly, âsâcuse me.â
You felt your gaze soften a little, âYouâre okay sweetheart.â You spoke reassuringly, before offering an outstretched hand as you slid from your stool, âHow âbout we head back up to bed, get you away from all the men-pheromones. They surely canât be making you feel any better.â
It didnât take much convincing for her to agree.
She accepted your hand gratefully as helped her to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as you both walked back to your room.
Once back in your room, you gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. "How about I run you a nice relaxing bath?" You suggested, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. The subtle heat rising from her skin didnât go unnoticed though, âPoor girl, you're completely burning up here, arenât you?â
You made a mental note to take her temperature and get some medicine into her later. You knew sheâd likely fight you about it, but that bridge could be crossed when it came to it.
In the current moment Natasha nodded, âA bath sounds nice.â Her voice was a little worse than earlier, a little more congested and scratchier.
âOkay, give me a few minutes and I'll get it ready," You said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before heading into the bathroom.
It didnât take long to draw the bath. You methodically checked it to make sure it wasnât too hot nor cold, even going as far to add a generous squirt of your berry-scented bubble bath. You werenât entirely sure sheâd be able to smell it but the clouds of fluffy bubbles covering the surface of the water certainly did the job. The steam began to rise, filling the room with a comforting warmth. You smiled to yourself and drew a little heart on the condensation-soaked mirror before heading back out to get Nat.
Natasha wasnât where youâd left her. Instead, she was led down on the bed, curled up with her back facing the door. You knew she wasnât asleep by her breathing, so you gently came to sit by her side, âNatty?â You murmured quietly, reaching out to stroke her back when you noticed the damp sniffles coming from her. She was crying.
âOh baby, whatâs up my love?â You were pulling her into your arms in an instant. She clung onto you; her body wracked with feverish chills. You knew fevers made her weepy, but this was different. Your poor baby was distraught.
The redhead sobbed for a little longer, before sniffling thickly, âI donât know.â She managed to stammer out, wiping her eyes but fresh tears quickly came to replace them.
âWas it the boys earlier?â You scowled, âI know they didnât mean harm but-â
She shook her head, looking more vulnerable than youâd ever seen her, "No, it's not that. Iâm just- I just feel so exhausted... my whole-body hurts and I feel so ill." Her voice cracked as she tried to speak, blinking as your hand gently moved up to wipe away the tears streaming down her fave.
You wrapped her in a gentle hug, rubbing her back soothingly. "I know, sweetheart, I know. It's sucks to feel sick; I understand especially how hard it is when youâre not used to it either. Youâre my world Natasha, so just let me look after you, alright?â
She nodded after a moment and you gave her a few minutes to let it all out, holding her until she was ready. Eventually the tears stopped, and she looked up you again, âIâm okay. Iâm sorry I just lost myself for moment.â She leaned away from you as she cough harshly, her poor voice sounding even worse then earlier.
You rubbed her back until she managed to stop coughing and catch her breath, âYouâve got nothing to apologise for. You and fevers donât go well as if we both know but if weâre being honest, I think you needed that, to just get all of that out. Sometimes its better to cry it all out.â
âIt still sucks though.â
âI won't argue with that,â You couldnât hold back a chuckle. She did have a point. âHow about we get you in that bath now?â
The offer wasnât refused and soon the two of you were cooped up in the bathroom. You found yourself kneeling down by the side of the tub as you gently washed her hair, running your hand through her damp red curls.
âHow does that feel baby? The steam should help open up your sinuses a little.â
Natasha closed her eyes, a small sigh escaping her lips. "It feels good, really good." Her voice was softer now, a bit more relaxed as she leaned into your touch. You continued to gently massage her scalp, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your fingers.
You reached for the cup nearby, carefully rinsing the shampoo from her hair, ensuring none of it got into her eyes. "You're doing great," You murmured, placing a soft kiss on her temple.
She sniffled again, but this time it wasn't accompanied by tears. "Thanks for taking care of me," She whispered, her eyes meeting yours with a grateful look.
âOf course.â You smiled lovingly. The two of you continued the talk quietly as you continued to wash her hair. Nat had insisted she was okay to sit by herself but the way her eyes kept drooping closed didnât have you convinced. Eventually the water began to turn cold, and it was time for her to get out.
There was a fluffy towel ready and waiting to be wrapped around her. Youâd already laid out a fresh pair of matching pyjamas for you both to change into.
You helped her into the pyjamas, making sure she was warm and comfortable. As she settled onto the bed, you pulled the covers up around her, tucking her in gently. Natasha's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but she opened them again, looking at you when she felt something being gently nestled into her hold.
Her small brown bear. Something only, you knew about. It brought her comfort when there was nobody else around, it was something youâd given to her before youâd gone on a long undercover mission. If anyone else knew how much it meant to her, sheâd probably have to kill them. This was something only she could know.
"Do you need anything else my darling?" You asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as you climbed beneath the covers beside her.
Rolling over to face you, Natasha buried her face in your chest, âJust you, only you.â She muttered before hiding a yawn against your shirt. You knew sheâd be asleep soon and you began drawing random shapes down her back as she settled into your hold, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell into a gentle sleep.
It was true Natasha Romanoff didnât get sick often but when she did? Well, maybe it wasnât so bad after all.
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Hi! Iâm not sure if my previous request went through because my Internet cut out! But could I please request a mommy!natasha fic? Where Nat just got home from a mission and little!reader refuses to let go of her, so sheâs been in Nats lap, breastfeeding too since Nat got home. Then Clint comes over to discuss the mission with Nat, and while reader is drowsy and half asleep in nats arms, once she realizes her uncle Clint is there, she wants him to hold her too? Just a slice of life with Nat and her baby! Thank you
Little Bug
Pairing: Mommy!Nat x Little!Reader, Uncle!Clint x Little!Reader, Auntie!Wanda x Little!Reader
Word Count: 1735
Warnings: Fluffy, Breastfeeding, Age regression, just cute and fluffy really
A/n: I hope this is good. Please keep in mind that I'm doing Little!Reader from others that I have read and some research. I personally feel small at times but do not fully regress so I don't have much experience with it. I hope that I did it justice though cause this was cute and sweet.
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A grunt is heard as bags thud to the ground inside the closed door. Your head snaps up, the coloring page already long forgotten as you drop the crayon in your hand. You scramble from your spot on the floor and run to the door. âMama!â Youâre excitement being heard through loud words. All the frustrations of the mission that should have been easy washing away as your face enters her sight. She crouches, opening her arms as you run into her waiting arms. You wrap yourself around her tightly as she lifts you into her arms. Your legs wrapping around her waist as she holds you closer to her body. All the tension in her muscles melted away. âHi my little bug.â Natasha smiles, kissing your head.Â
âMiss chu Mama.â You mumble into her neck as you try to tighten your hold around your mommy. Nat kisses your head as the other woman in the room approaches. âThank you again so much Wanda. I didnât expect it to take that long.â Wanda smiles, shaking her head and waving her hand. âNo need to apologize, I know how it can be.â She then pokes at your side causing you to squeal and squirm in Natashaâs hold. âAlso who can resist this cute little bug. She was perfect for me.â The woman chuckled at your reaction.Â
âMmm little bug did Auntie Wanda feed you already?â Natasha asks poking a little at you letting you giggle and squirm in her hold as you nod your head. âShe did! What did my bug have for dinner?â You pull your head out of her neck, your cheeks flushed from your giggles. âChickie nuggies and fren fries.â You smile widely at your Mommy. âOh wow were they good?â She asks you back and you nod your head vigorously, which only causes the women to chuckle at you again.Â
You hug your Natasha tighter as you bury yourself back into her. âWell I should be getting back to Vis.â Wanda states grabbing her things from around the room before making her way back to the door where Nat is still standing with you in her arms. âThanks again Wands. I really owe you.â Wanda waved her off again. âShe was great. I love spending time with bug.â Natasha nods still thankful for all the help. âWell Iâll let you get out of here thank you again from watching her.â Wanda smiles. âNo worries Nat. Call me if you need me.â But before she leaves she pokes at you again. âDoes Auntie Wanda get a hug before she goes?â All you do is shake your head and hold onto your Mommy that much tighter. Wanda lets out an exasperated gasp. âNooo. Aww bug you're going to make me sad.â She is holding your sides and you know you donât want to make your auntie Wanda sad. So you awkwardly turn in Natashaâs hold with only your upper body and give Wanda a hug. She rubs your back a little. âThank you bug.â She kisses your head and lets you go. âTank chu for paying wit me.â You mumble turning back into Natasha. âAlways little bug.â She pokes your sides one last time making your giggle and squirm, before she makes her exit.Â
Natasha kisses your head as you nuzzle into her neck more. âDo you want to join Mommy for a bath sweet girl?â Natasha asks, already heading towards the bedroom. You nod your head which makes the woman smile. She tries to place you down so that she can get the bath ready for the both of you but you refuse to let go of her. Your hold tight causes her to sigh. She gives up holding you with one arm as she moves around the bathroom.Â
It takes some convincing for you to let go so she can undress you and herself, but with some bribes for a movie after you finally let go of her. Once she gets you both undressed she gets into the tub and lefts you in after her gently setting you down between her legs. She watches you play with your Avengers rubber ducky set. Youâre favorite of course being the black widow because of your Mommy. She lets you splash and play around and the water soaks her aching muscles. Content on just being with you. After long she washes you both off making sure youâre all clean.Â
Nat dries you both off when she gets you out wrapping you up in one of your bear towels, the little ears on your head bringing a warm smile to her face. âLooks like someone is my little bear instead of my bug.â She boops your nose which causes you to scrunch your face up. âNo Mama me bug.â You toss the towel off wanting to show her that you are still her little big. She chuckles at your antics picking you back up and kissing all over your face, causing you to giggle. âOk my little bug.âÂ
Once Nat has gotten you dried off and into a comfortable onesie. You insisted on the black widow one for the night. Somehow most of your wardrobe consists of Avengers and mostly of your Mommy. But she loves so see your happy face when you get to show off your Mommy, Aunts, and Uncles. She sets you on the edge of the bed so that she can get herself dressed. âMama?â Your voice breaks through as her shirt falls over her head. She hums hoping you will continue. âHair?â She crouches down in front of you with a big smile on her face. âYou want Mommy to braid your hair?â She asks you, her hands on your knees rubbing gently circles. You nod shyly. She raises up kissing your head. âAnything for you princess.â She quickly gets a brush and hair ties so she can put it up.Â
The bed dips as Nat moves behind you on the bed. âWanna hold bear?â She asks, holding your teddy bear out for you. You nod your head, taking it from her and hugging it to your chest. She gently combs her fingers through your still damp hair before putting your hair up into a braid. When she is done you turn in her hold, looking up at her with big puppy dog eyes. âBaymax?â She smiles. âYou want to watch Baymax?â You nod eagerly, wrapping yourself around her making the woman laugh. âAnything for you, bug.â She kisses your head.Â
Nat carries you out into the living room. She situates the both of you on the couch, your head on her chest as she turns on Big Hero 6 for you to watch. It only takes a few minutes before you tug at her shirt whining. She looks down at you with a soft smile on her face. She knows what you want. âWhat is it my little bug?â You continue to tug and whine. âOkay, okay, okay.â She chuckles, pulling her shirt over her head. She guides you to her breast which you instinctively wrap your lips around her nipple.
A gasp can be heard as you begin to suckle on your Mommyâs nipple. Warm milk filling your mouth and tummy. You wiggle a bit trying to get comfortable as you suckle. Nat lets you move and wiggle until you finally settle. You are not particularly watching the movie anymore as you wrap your arms around her waist drinking your Mommyâs milk. She rubs your back enjoying the closeness and bonding you both get from the experience. She watches your eyes drooping close and the peaceful look on your face as you start to drift in and out of consciousness. The move is already long forgotten by the both of you softly playing in the background.Â
A small buzz sounds as Nat's phone vibrates on the armrest of the couch. She looks down, opening the app that shows the cameras surrounding the house. When she clicks on the alert, the feed pops up showing Clint walking to the door. She taps on the screen unlocking the door to allow him to enter.Â
âHey I came to-â Clint stops when he sees you on the couch with Nat's eyes closed. âOh sorry I didnât mean to intrude.â Nat waves him off. âNo, no, itâs fine. I think she is just about asleep now. Did you want to talk about the mission?â He knows not to argue with her so he sits down across from the two of you and the two begin to run through the mission debrief.Â
As the two talk you vaguely recognize the voices. You stir about until you pick out Clint's voice. You wiggle and let go of your Mommyâs nipple turning to see your uncle Clint sitting there. âUncle Cwint.â You wiggle free of your Mommy making your way over to him as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Once you're in front of him you give him grabby hands. âHey little spider.â He picks you up and puts you in his lap as Nat puts her shirt back on. You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest, getting comfortable in his lap as he holds you and rubs his hand up and down your back as he talks with Nat.
You're drifting in and out of sleep as time goes on. You hadnât even noticed that you fell asleep until you were being carried back to your Mommyâs bedroom. She gets you both into bed before taking her shirt back off knowing that you would want to finish nursing on the other breast as you go to sleep. You cuddle into her side and she helps guide your sleepy form to her breast. Letting out a satisfying sigh as you latch on.Â
Your tummy is full as you close your eyes, your lips still around Natâs nipple as you drift between worlds. Her hand rubbing up and down your back gently. âGo to sleep bug, Mommy will be here when you wake up.â She kisses your head letting her lips linger there. Itâs not long before your full body relaxes and soft snores come from you. Nat isnât far behind you as she closes her eyes kissing your head once more. âI love you my little bug.â She finally lets herself join you in the land of dreams.
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