#Bruce Banner Reader Insert

[yourmcu]

Ace

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Stark!Reader, Avengers x Reader

Summary:

Your girlfriend, your dad, along with the rest of the Avengers, support you during a VALORANT tournament.

Word count: 4.6k+

Warnings: too much VALORANT descriptions, you can google stuff about it if you want to get a good visual of this story, basically an avengers fic as a whole but i love supportive gf nat >:(

A/n: one of the drafts I left a long time ago! I miss writing for the avengers, so I decided to finish this one.

(completely italic dialogues - casters commentating)

All the hollering from the lounge died down when Natasha practically shoved both Sam and Bucky off the couch, stealing the TV remote in the process. Their basketball game can wait, her girlfriend’s tournament is more important.

“Oh, shoot. Y/N/N's tournament is today?” Sam suddenly remembered and Bucky made a quick detour out of the lounge to fetch Steve and possibly the others. They kind of promised you they'd support your game this time around, with the knowledge that they had free time on the dates of your tournament. Sam snapped his fingers, “Snacks. I'll be right back.”

No, you weren’t a professional athlete; if anything, you’re the opposite. Your wrists move more than your whole body most of the time, you only stay an hour or less in the gym, and you prioritize getting better in Aim Lab than a shooting range.

Ever since women playing in VALORANT E-Sports were normalized, you were one of the anticipated gamers to compete, of course you were on board and signed on to an esports organization and team roster. You’ve made a name for yourself in the gaming industry because of your high IQ and big brain plays. You used your head in every match, every round unlike the majority of the players mindlessly aiming and not landing shots. Because of your career, you’re known for something else and not just Iron Man’s daughter.

Natasha didn’t like the fact that you were glued to your computer most of the time at first. She thought Tony spoiled you too much even as an adult, but she later on realized that you graduated with a degree before settling into gaming. You worked for the Avengers, sometimes as an IT for a big company which paid more than you needed. You were basically set. All of this while you were still pretty young, a little younger than Natasha.

It’s safe to say all of Natasha’s doubts went away. She felt rather impressed and took a liking to you, which developed into something more over time.

From her phone, you chuckled when you heard Sam and Bucky’s shuffling. “We’re not up for another thirty minutes, babe.” On your end, you and your team were with the event's coordinators backstage of the actual place the tourney was held. Natasha always called you before and after your events, just because she was the best supportive girlfriend ever.

“I know, I wanted to set everything up before anything else,” Natasha put you on speaker while she dealt with the TV’s settings. You smiled to yourself, absolutely adoring your girlfriend even more when she was eager and supporting your games. “Are you guys still at the hotel?”

You had to travel out of the country for the tournament. As much as Natasha wanted to go with you (Clint wanted to go too because he ‘needed a break’, you just rolled your eyes at him and laughed), being a full time hero and an Avenger doesn’t mean you get to travel 24/7. She has to be with the team in case something terribly wrong happens, which doesn’t come with a warning. “Backstage, actually. Cloud9 and Misfits are wrapping up their last match right now,” You replied. “I've already warmed up at the hotel earlier. It's crazy how our room fits all of our PCs.”

“Ah, c'mon, you don't need no warm-ups!” Sam teased, hearing you on speaker as he walked back with refreshments and an assortment of chip bags.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at the Falcon’s words. “Stop it, Sam. You know me; I always get tilted when I play too much before the actual competition.”

Sometimes you get anxious and it affects your performance, same goes for when you warm-up too much; you lose focus the more games you play, leaving nothing for the tournament.

Despite Natasha's excitement to watch your team play, she’s not too vocal about it. She wouldn’t squeal when it starts or bombard you with loud encouragement through the call, because one, she doesn’t want to be the embarrassing girlfriend, and two, she’s the Black Widow. She’s naturally subtle about everything. You knew her more than anyone else though, so even if that was the case, you still felt her support.

Thirty minutes went by quicker than you’d hope, you were so caught up in watching the game of the other rivaling teams and commenting on everything that happened whilst still in the call with Natasha. You also answered Bucky’s queries when he came back; he’s only ever heard of e-sports since you started competing in it. He couldn’t imagine how hard switching point of views and the player’s face cameras must be. Bucky has only watched, what, actual live game tournaments, basketball or chess or whatever. It was confusing to him at times, but you told him he’d get used to it eventually just by taking note of the red and blue colors.

You were cut off by one of your teammates placing a hand on your shoulder, signaling you that it was time to go. “Alright. Nat, I have to go, I’ll call you when I get back?”

The two men were the first ones you heard react, Sam shifted in his seat excitedly while Bucky wondered out loud if he should call Tony, Peter, and Bruce, who were all unnecessarily working overtime at the lab.

You felt yourself smile again when she spoke. “Okay,” Natasha bit her lip, feeling anxious about the tournament, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Good luck!” Sam shouted before you hung up.

Natasha almost snorted when she heard loud footsteps coming towards the lounge entrance. Her sister had the worst timings ever.

“Someone decided to take a long shit while we were heading back. Has Y/N’s game started yet?” Yelena walked in as fast as she could with Fanny, looking at Natasha expectantly as she shrugged off her thick coat and got out of her boots. Fanny ran to where the couches were as soon as Yelena removed her leash, wagging her tail happily without a clue in the world.

“About to, but you did miss her on the phone.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Soon, Bruce, Tony, Peter, Wanda and Vision came down to watch as well. Your tournaments were one of the occasions the team had the chance to bond and get together in one room, it definitely helped with the morale as Steve would think, and they have you to thank for that.

Everyone was just in time to see you walk out to the stage with your team and the opposing one. You were in your team jersey and arm sleeves with your teammates behind you in a straight line.

Tony woot-ed, plopping down next to Natasha. “Heard Y/N/N's team is going up against a brand new team roster. This should be a piece of cake for her, eh?”

Peter sat down beside him, looking at the said rival team with yours, all lined up on stage. “I don't know about that, Mr. Stark. One of them recently went viral after getting five aces on a ranked game. She's radiant, too.”

Admittedly, he also played VALORANT with you and Ned, but often miscalculates his strength as he frequently breaks his keyboard or mouse because of freaking out whenever he sees an enemy. His reflexes and fighting skills were better off used in real time.

“And Y/N/N's been on the top ten leaderboard for, what, six months?” Tony challenged, evidently confident in your skills.

The chatter on who's better than who died down when both teams sat down on their respective computers. Though it wasn’t that noticeable to most people, Natasha noticed it right away: you were wearing the necklace she gave you. You considered it your lucky charm.

After both teams chose the maps they wanted to ban and maps they wanted to play, the game started.

You mostly play the character - or agent - Killjoy. The agent reminded you so much of yourself from her overall vibe and game mechanic: she had utility to aid the whole team, from turrets to alarm bots, and an ultimate that conducts lockdowns on any part of the map. You were so used to that character that you even played her on maps she’s not very helpful at because you mastered everything about her, which made you stand out from other players as no one would dare use characters on maps they weren't good in. Gears were practically turning in your head as the game loaded.

Then, the first game commenced.

The Avengers always made noise whenever you got a kill, or whenever the casters praised you for outsmarting the opposing team, which Steve and Bucky appreciated because it was hard for them to distinguish whether or not you did something good.

Your team easily won the first game. The Avengers were now watching your tournament on the flat screen TV like a bunch of teenagers watching a romcom, all giddy and filled with anticipation.

“Look at that, 13-1? She’s insane." Bruce shook his head. A team needed to win at least 13 rounds to win, if it's neck and neck, 14, or they may choose to go into overtime.

“I’ve never seen Y/N play with that kind of aggression before; they don’t stand a chance.” Wanda pointed out. She liked to spectate from the side whenever you played at the compound, whenever she could.

Natasha’s lips turned upright when they replayed your team’s best moments. One included your one versus three clutch, in which you threw a taunting, questioning look at the opposing roster across the stage after you effortlessly took out three enemies on your own. It was like their heads weren’t in the game at all.

The team laughed when they showed the exact clip of your face camera mocking the other team across the room. Natasha liked that about you; sure you were reserved and shy in general, but she loved it when all your confidence just comes out while you’re out there.

Another clip was when you had a problem with communication, so you weren’t aware that there were enemies around. Your character didn’t stop running because of that and you were exposed to two enemies. You reacted fast and jumped, pulled out your vandal to shoot both of them in the face.

Tony clapped his hands together at that moment. “Let’s go. Let’s fucking go, Y/N/N.”

Natasha, not all that phased on your brilliant play, could still not contain the smile on her face as she plopped back down on the couch.

“What? Wait, hold on, how did she even-” Sam looked back at everyone while they reacted to the highlight. He didn’t exactly process what happened because you moved too fast.

“God reflexes,” Yelena shrugs, not looking away from the screen. Wanda laughs in agreement.

After a bit of commentary and commercials, it was on to the next match on a new map.

Now, Natasha did not know the difference between the multiple maps at all, but she did remember you mentioning that your weakest one had to do with ice.

The next match was on a map called Icebox.

So, she watched intently as your team took a little while during the agent selection. But in the end, you decided to go for Killjoy again. Natasha could only guess what you had in mind to pull off another win.

“This is highly unusual for [Team Name] Y/N, isn’t it? Right now she’s watching the flanks when we usually expect her to be out there with a duelist to try and take picks!” The caster exclaimed, looking at their partner caster. “She’s one of the strong sentinels who you would trust to be by your side - and look at that, she takes out two already, they did not expect anyone to be holding the flank!”

“But she's using Killjoy again - couldn't she have gone for Cypher or Sage? Then again, they already have Skye on their team.”

Even though you were trying to play smart in this map, you still hated it, it was your weakest one. Still good, but not all that great. The opposing team seemed to know the typical Killjoy strategy on the Icebox map. You got sniped every round and your setups were way too predictable to the opposing team.

Soon, the score was 4-10. It was definitely not good to be on the end of only winning four rounds. Your team had to win the remaining rounds or hope for the best and go to overtime, or you lose this game and go onto the third one which would be way nerve racking and increase the odds of losing.

“Intense match so far we've got here. With [Team Name] Y/N at the bottom of the leaderboard this just has to be a miracle for [Team Name] to get a second win and move on to the next round.”

“There's also a bit of a setback with her shots in the last few rounds. I guess this is when we get to see if she's learned a thing or two from her girlfriend, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “They honestly did not have to bring that up.”

The other commentator expressed confusion at their partner's comment.

“The Black Widow! [Team Name] Y/N's been dating her for the last couple years. Honestly, where have you been?”

Everyone groaned as they started bringing your dating life to the conversation when they should be sticking to the game. Tony chose to laugh it off to and ignore the annoyance, whereas Yelena mumbled, “Did they just turn into a morning show now?”

After everyone in your team died, you all decided to ask for a timeout to talk things out. While that was going on, the Avengers had their own timeout and were trying to talk about the game, or at least what they thought was happening.

“Okay, assuming we've all seen how this Killjoy character works, her character would make most sense if her utility was in Site A." Bruce said, in thought.

Vision, one of the smartest of the bunch, had not grasped the game mechanics that well over the hour and half of the tournament. "But why is that, Dr. Banner?"

“Site A is pretty cramped, while site B has a lot of space. Of course the opposing team would always go to B since Y/N’s character's utility can't place utilities in both sites, they only have limited range," Peter points to the map as soon as it's shown up close, the casters having their own separate conversation about it.

Bucky turned to a confused Steve and Sam, “I have no idea what they're talking about.”

“Where else would she put her chicken gun on site B, then?” Tony joined the conversation, talking about your character's utility placement.

“It’s,” Natasha sighed. “It’s not a chicken gun...”

“Well, that chicken gun slows down enemies, right? It would make sense if Y/N places those bomb thingies to instantly kill them.” Yelena said.

“Lena, I think Y/N is fairly capable of playing the game right,” Wanda chuckled.

“Then she should be winning.” Yelena said jokingly, chugging on her drink.

It was astonishing how a group of heroes are knowledgeable about a video game, just so they could follow what you enjoy doing. That's how much they adored you.

Clint entered the room and looked at the source of ruckus, absolutely sick of the discourse. He was aware of your tournament and has been probably spectating on different means. “They still get another match if they lose this one. It’s the best out of three.”

“I’m starting to think someone’s cheating, has anyone noticed that some of the opponent team instantly kill them with only one bullet?” Steve squinted.

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, it’s a tournament.”

“It’s because they hit them precisely on the head, Steve. Who wouldn’t die if they got shot in the head?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Me,” that came from Vision.

“You don’t count.”

They all turned back to the screen once the timeout timer ran out. Natasha could sense the tension in your team, just from the way you glanced across the stage… she could tell you were gonna have a different way of playing the remaining rounds. The screen turned to you stretching your neck from both sides, seriousness evident in your face as you clutched your mouse, ready for the game to resume.

“And we're back, and it seems that [Team Name] had enough time to come up with a different game plan. We've got one duelist camping B, one on mid, and look at [Team Name] Y/N's utility. She's got her alarm bot and nano-swarms over on A, but her turret is on B as she's over by tunnel to keep it active.”

“Again, I have no idea what he's talking about.” Bucky shrugged, crossed his arms and kept his eyes on the screen.

After fixing your team's strategy, all that was left was to deliver with accurate shots and stay alive as much as possible. By the end of a few rounds, with your team’s communication and teamwork flawless than ever, the score was 12-11. Your team only had to win one more time to officially win.

At this point, Yelena and Wanda were loudly reacting to the gameplay, Sam and Tony were howling, rooting for you. Clint ended up setting himself on one of the sofa's arms, invested in the match.

Natasha was on the edge of her seat, clutching the couch cushions. She couldn’t help but chuckle when they showed your reaction momentarily, clearly breathless and eyes wide, fist bumping your teammates seated beside you.

“Oh, what a comeback! The most intense so far, am I right?” The caster exclaimed.

“[Team Name] only has to win one more round before moving on to the next part of this tournament!”

The last round wasn’t exactly in your team’s favor in the half. Three of your team got killed already, only two of you remaining and the five of the enemy team. The rival team obviously did not want to hand over the win that easily.

After the call of another successful kill by the opposing team, you were the last one standing against a full set of players. You would either have to clutch up the round or go into overtime.

Clint perked up, pulling out his wallet. “Alright, who wants to get the bets started?” He asked, placing down a crisp fifty dollar bill on the coffee table. “Y/N wins the game.”

They all stopped to look at him as if he was a madman.

“C’mon, Barton, it’s one versus five.” Sam pointed out.

“So what? Am I the only one who believes in Y/N here? Oh, Nat, you better start placing fifties.”

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, not once wanting to bet on or against her girl. Her eyes glued to the screen in which your character is cautiously checking if the area is clear to plant the bomb.

But Tony pulled out the same type of bill from his wallet, placing it on top of the archer's money.

“Mr. Stark, you do realize you're betting against-” Peter started.

“Hush, spiderling. Watch the game.” Tony brushed him off and watched the screen intently.

Tony was proud of you, truly. But it would also be funny to tease you lovingly when you go home as a loser.

You set up your utility, kind of surprised the whole enemy team went to the other site in which they thought you were heading. They did not leave anyone behind to make sure, as per your cautious scan of the area before settling. After checking all angles again, with thirty seconds to spare, you planted the spike.

“This is a dangerous game to play. She has to hold a lot of angles by herself, they could come in from anywhere.”

The spike continued to beep, which added a lot more tension among the Avengers. Natasha alternated from looking at the actual game to your face camera, of which was the only one left colored. You kept pacing at one of the hiding places, waiting for the slightest noise or actions from the other team.

You decided to peek at one of the entrances to the site once, the Jett with an operator narrowly missed your head so you took the opportunity to blast her head off. Afterwards, your alarm bot from the other side of your hiding place went off, so you went and peeked quickly, managing to pick off another player from the opposite team. Two down, three to go.

The Avengers erupted in noise. Sam and Peter were losing their minds, Bucky and Steve had amazed grins on their faces, and Natasha was clinging on to Yelena and Fanny like a fangirl trying to contain herself.

“What was that?!”

“She's a god!”

“My god, this is way too intense for me.”

Both commentators erupted in surprised glee as well. “A double kill from [Team Name] Y/N! The others are slowly making their way into the site, what will she do?!”

A Sova fired a dart to hopefully reveal your location on the map, but you were too quick to shoot it down to cancel it. But, the Sova spotted you anyway, and was able to shoot you until you were at only 50 HP.

You hid again and recalled your turret, placing it on top of the wall in front of you before sneaking your way to the opposite side. It could watch your back while you attempt to peek on the other side to surprise your enemies.

That move managed to catch one of the other players trying to sneak in as well, and you killed them off with ease. Three down, two to go.

“Down goes [Player Name]! Sova and Yoru are still on the lookout, it's like an intense version of hide & seek up in here!”

Barely anyone was talking now, all eyes on the enormous screen.

“Y/N has her ult!” Peter pointed out.

That you did, as your third kill managed to unlock enough points for it. Aware of its availability, you hurried off to the perfect spot to plant it to cover almost the entire site, still hidden from your enemies. Killjoy's voice rang through the game, saying 'Initiated!', when you planted her ultimate.

“What's that? What's happening?” Steve asked.

“Well, it's called 'lockdown', so I'm assuming it's locking off the area within its perimeter... trapping everyone inside...” Bruce said, lost in thought because of the game.

The Yoru activated their ultimate in time with yours, and you were now twice as cautious, looking around for blue swirls of the duelist to avoid getting sniped easily. He tried to blind you, but you were quick to move your view away from the flash to avoid it. Stupidly, the Yoru's ultimate ran out while trying to destroy your lockdown, so you killed them without hesitation. Four down, one to go.

Clint cackled at the turn of events while the others continued to freak out, teasing Tony, a billionaire, on losing a fifty-dollar bet. “What did I tell you, Stark?! What did I tell you?!”

The spike's beeps started getting faster and you could finally see the finish line. But, you were still cautious as they still had more than enough time to defuse if they managed to kill you.

“You know, [Team Name] Y/N could just leave the site at this point. It's game over for [Rival Team Name].”

“Ah, don't speak too soon there! [Team Name] Y/N's now inspecting the outer corners of the site, unaware of [Rival Team Name] [Player]'s sneaky entrance - and she's placed a smoke down, ready to defuse!”

Of course you were unaware of the opponent's whereabouts. But, you did hear the defuse sound go off for a second. With that, you head back, holding a grenade to throw near the area of the spike.

“She's got this in the bag.” Sam said in content.

After a few seconds, the defusing sound started up again, but you were certain that the grenade you set off did some damage to your opponent on top of the information you got from your teammates before they died.

You started to jiggle-peek from your spot, clearly visible from your opponent's perspective, so they had no choice but to stop defusing the spike to try and shoot you.

Unfortunately, they did a number on you, so you decided to go around. Once the cooldown reset on your turret, you placed it down on one side for intel. With only 20 HP left, you snuck up to the other side of the obstacle to hopefully pull off a knife kill for the finale.

“This game is way more intense than I thought.” Bucky spoke thoughtfully amidst the suspense-filled silence.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh my god, she's got her knife out.” Natasha said in disbelief, watching your character sneak up behind your opponent whose back is facing you.

“So?”

“Just wait for it.” Natasha bit her lip, knowing fully well how you always prefer a devastating way to end a match.

The commentators were freaking out, a combination of “no's”, “don't do this”, and “not like this” rang through the Avengers' speakers. It was considered devastating in the VALORANT community to be killed in game with a knife instead of a gun or anything else. The opponent is oblivious, having already defused half of the spike, but they didn't know what would soon come.

You strike your knife at their head, killing them instantly, the spike left undefused. The game graphics became slow motion while the screen flashed green with 'VICTORY' in the middle of it all. You stood up almost immediately, proud of your savage last kill, fist-bumping all your teammates.

“AN ACE FROM [Team Name] Y/N! [Team Name] IS GOING TO THE MASTERS!”

You hugged your team as well before turning to the camera nearest to you, blowing hot air onto the lens, and tracing a heart followed by a cheeky grin and a wink.

“Yup, she's a Stark alright!”

Roars and cheers emitted from the commentators, the present audience, and the Avengers. Sam yelled and everyone followed, but the loudest one was Clint, who then swooped down to collect his cash prize for winning the bet. Tony didn't care at all, laughing along with the others; he had something new to brag about his kid. Natasha's cheeks flushed, as they always did when it came to you.

“SHE WON!”

“I'll get the booze!”

“In your face, Stark!”

“Cap, you stepped on my foot!”

Natasha unlocked her phone to take a quick picture of the livestream of the heart you drew on the camera, as well as of the stage displaying all of your team's headshots with an abundance of confetti almost covering it. All she wanted now was to call you, but she knew you probably had interviews and post-game rituals with your team, and she had champagne to drink with her own team in celebration of you.

The next morning, on a quick flight back home, the first thing that caught your attention was Natasha's Instagram story of the tournament. Your family supported and watched the tourney for you, as the following slides of her story consisted of the team chugging on champagne, Clint showing off an apparent bet that he won, and Peter and Sam posing in front of the TV when your face camera was shown up close.

Smiling, you liked her stories and replied with 'Thank you for supporting me, my love. I'll see you all soon'.

[glorystark]

His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 7

Summary: As the party dies down the avengers spend some time bonding and peter joins them for the team bonding.

TW: Alcohol (that’s it I think)

Words: 2196

A/n I finally found time to write again and so I present to you this band new chapter \(>u<)/. Enjoy. Also, I know I said I would post it as one long chapter but … ig I lied? We are getting to the secret reveal soon. Only about one or two more chapters until we find out what the Parker’s are hiding. I’m so mad cuz I wrote the next chapter, but it didn’t save so I have to rewrite it which is why I’m just posting what I have here and why it’s taken so long sorry guys.

After you were led around and introduced to some more people Wanda and Nat led you back to the small area from before with a couple couches. By now the party had begun to die down with most of the guests, or who peter referred to as Stark Industries NPC’s, leaving for the night.

As you settled on a couch with the others it was now just the team, most of which you had been introduced to by now. Some introductions had been rather short but yo were working with these people so you would defiantly have time to get to know them better. Some of them you would be even living with.

The night had been a success for the most part. Earlier Thor had arrived along with his promise of asgaurdian liquor. After consulting with JARVIS it was confirmed that your metabolism was a match to Steve’s meaning you could stomach the god’s alcohol without getting poisoned.

This had of course led to you getting properly drunk or at least on the way to it, for the first time since the bite. Unfortunately, Nat had caught onto your plan rather easily and cut you off much to your displeasure.

Now with the team spread out across the couches, most with a drink in had or some assortment of fruity cocktail the banter had picked up as the music had died down and the guests all left.

“So, spider-kid whats your story?” Bucky asked and you adjusted your position on the couch suddenly feeling a little nervous with all eyes now on you. You felt a hand squeeze yours as you looked over, seeing wanda giving you an encouraging nod from where she held your hand beside you on the couch.

“Not much different to Peter.” You said.

“But somewhat different, right?” Sam said.

“Well … yeah.” You shrugged. “Same old spider bite, different powers, different life choices.” You said with a vague noncommittal shrug.

“So, where you been all this time?” Steve asked in a kind way.

“Queens.” You shrugged. “Small apartment, big rent, crap job until I started my own business, then I was planning on moving but you guys decided to level my apartment block to save people.” You shrugged.

“Sorry about that.” Steve said.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.” You grinned sipping the soft drink Nat had given you instead of alcohol.

“Hey, I let you live here, didn’t I?” Tony said with a grin.

“But you did kind of destroy all her stuff Mr stark.” Peter said from where he had snuck in and sat down unnoticed.

“Hey, you're not supposed to be at these.” Tony said. “And I bought her new stuff.”

“Its just the team Mr Stark nobody else is here. Can I stay please?” Peter begged looking at you to back him up and pouting when you threw your hands up.

“I don’t know May said no alcohol.” He begun and suddenly May piped up making stark jump.

“Its fine Tony, just don’t give him any and keep an eye on him.” She said from where she was sat with pepper.

“Jesus woman. I forgot you were here. Don’t scare me, I have a heart condition you know.” Tony said as somewhere in the background sam continued laughing at him.

“Pepper said I could stay the night, and we could have a girl's day tomorrow.” May said grinning.

“Sounds like some shenanigans I want nothing to do with. I assume it will be at my expense.” Tony said sounding amused.

“Of course.” Pepper said.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” May added.

“I’ll drink to that.” Nat said and raised her glass.

As everyone took a swig of their respective drinks you realised why peter liked it so much here. It was a family. A real family. Sure, May did her best and you would always have a special bond only blood could give but this was the goofy family you never had.

“Wait so I’m confused, is she an avenger or not?” Clint asked seemingly asking the question on everyone’s mind.

“Can I answer that one Mr Stark.” Peter piped up.

“Sure kid.” Tony said.

“Welcome to the team Y/n/n.” Peter said with a big grin.

“Really?” You asked feeling this was all very offical.

“Damn right kid. We’d be stupid to not add another spider to the team.” Steve said with a smile.

“Plus, I already made you a suit. Ai and all.” Tony said.

“Thanks, tony.” You said with a big smile plastered across your cheeks.

“I have just one question…” Sam said with a shit-eating grin.

“What is it Mr Falcon?” Peter asked missing the look on Sam’s face.

“Who’s stronger?” Sam finished looking curious. “We already know spider boy is stronger than capsicle. But what about the other spider?” A few nods went around the room before Bucky spoke up.

“Arm wrestle.” He posed and you looked over at peter, flashing him a grin as he slouched in his seat.

“Ok.” You said and peter nodded.

Everyone crowded around the coffee table as peter and you sat down on the floor face each other.

“Standard rules. Ready?” Steve said as both you and peter positioned your arms on the table. Steve placed his hand over your clasped fists.

“Don’t break the table this time.” May said loud enough for people to hear and peters cheeks heated up while you snickered.

“3… 2 … 1… go!” Steve let go of your hands and straight away it begun leaning towards a win for you. Peters arm was shaking as he tried to fight back. With barely an inch between peters hand and the table the position flipped.

You were sure people had placed bets by now. Nat and Sam were cheering you on while Bucky had yet to forget the incident at the airport and placed his bet on peter.

You were on the defence now, with peter bringing your hand almost back up to the midway point. As it began to tilt in a bad direction for you with a burst of strength you slammed peters hand down on the table winning the match. Sam cheered and Nat smirked.

Standing up and brushing off invisible dusty from your lap Nat came to your side and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“My victor. Thanks for the easy twenty I just made.” She said and your cheeks were blazing as you retreated to your seat from earlier as everyone went back to their places.

“But can the spider's sister also lift the hammer?” Thor boomed as he patted your brother's shoulder while peter smirked. Everyone knew peter could wield the magical asgaurdian hammer.

You looked at Thor with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Is that a dare big man?” You asked with a grin curling up the edges of your lips.

“And if it is lady Parker?” Thor asked with a challenging tone.

“Well, if it is I never back down from a dare.” You said the look on your face never faltering.

“Then it is a date lady Parker.” Thor said removing his hand from Peter’s shoulder and clapping them together and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ready to look like an idiot spider boy?” You asked looking at Peter who was starting to loose his confident look. He knew you had a heart of gold.

By now all eyes were on you, Peter and Thor.

“Alright pointbreak I put two hundred on the girl spider.” Tony said.

His words catching you off guard as you took a sip of your drink making it go down the wrong way as you choked and coughed. Making a few people laugh.

“Dollars?” You exclaimed once you got your breath back.

“No, I meant seashells.” Tony sassed rolling his eyes.

“I’ll take that.” Bucky said. “I say she can’t get it to budge.”

Soon there was a chorus of voices as everyone places their bets. Tony had, at some point, gotten Jarvis to start taking notes of who bet what and how much.

Once all the bets were done all eyes turned back to you and Thor.

“Alright lord of lightning.” Tony began, “where’s the magic screwdriver.”

“One second.” Thor boomed. Holding out his hand the sound of breaking glass came from across the compound before the hammer smashed through the wall and slotted perfectly into Thor’s open fist.

“Thor! I told you to stop doing that.” Tony said as he dispatched the iron legion to fix the hammer shaped holes in the walls.

“Apologies Stark it appears I have forgot again.” Thor said looking sheepish and slightly tipsy from the alcohol he brought from his home realm.

Before anyone else could complain about the new holes in the wall Thor places the hammer down on the table. Peter’s smirk began to waver at the look of confidence on your face. Yet internally you were nervous. Were you about to make yourself look like an idiot in front of everyone?

Taking a deep breath you attempted to steady your nerves. Thor brandished a hand in the direction of the hammer, inviting you to pick it up.

Steeling your nerves and steaming the quake in your hands you reached out and brushed your hand over the cool leather that the handle was bound in.

Taking a breath, you wrapped your fingers around the hilt and gently began to tug. The hammer moved as if it weighed nothing more than a few feathers. A collective noise halfway between a cheer and an audible groan came from the spectators as people either made or lost money on the events of the past few seconds.

You tossed the hammer lightly in the air as it spun a full three-sixty before you caught it again by the hilt.

“Lady Parker congratulations are in order.” Thor said looking giddy as he found another person who could wield the hammer. You had a wide grin on your face feeling pretty special for once.

“Why exactly?” You asked not entirely aware of the legend that surrounded your actions.

“Oooo she don’t know.” Sam said before Bucky lightly slapped him to get him to shut up. Sam glared at Bucky as he rubbed his arm, Bucky however seemed unaffected as he shrugged unapologetically at Sam who poked his tongue out at Bucky who pretended not to see.

“Well, lady Parker, they say those who wield the hammer are fit to rule Asgard.” Thor said and you looked excited for a second before groaning.

“What is it?” Wanda asked feeling the slight annoyance and hesitation rolling off your psyche.

“Ew…” you muttered shivering dramatically.

“What?” Nat said reiterating Wanda’s earlier statement.

“I don’t wanna be eternally ruling alongside my little brother. He’d probably need to be babysat the whole time.” You whined making everyone chuckle while peter looked offended.

“I don’t need babysitting.” Peter piped up.

“Kid I had to put an AI in your suit to babysit you after a building fell on you. She’s not wrong.” Tony said and Peter frowned.

“Hey, you gave me one too.” You protested.

“That’s to help you, it doesn’t have snitch programs in it.” Tony said smirking at Peter.

“Yeah, plus I use Jarvis to babysit Tony.” Pepper said smirking over the rim of her wineglass as she took another sip.

“What?!” Tony spluttered. “Hey Jarvis! Is this true?”

“No boss.” Jarvis said not missing a beat.

“I programmed him to say that.” Pepper said adding her two cents.

“It that true j?” Tony asked again.

“No boss.” Jarvis said

“Liar.” Tony grumbled.

May and pepper giggled as they clinked glasses, those two always seemed to be causing trouble. They had gotten quite close after Tony had reduced peppers hours for stark industries, claiming she worked too much and needed more time to “have a life” as he put it.

Naturally Pepper had taken to spending more time with May whilst Tony mentored Peter which had resulted in their wine and cheese club that met whenever Peter came over for his mentorship with Tony. Natasha was known to join on occasion as she knew everything that happened in the tower and would never say no to expensive and more importantly free wine. Wanda joined but it was few and far between that she frequented the club. Often, she was busy doing her own thing and lately she had been too busy spending time with you.

Your only concern was May telling Pepper about … things and then pepper telling Tony who would no doubt end up telling everyone in the tower. For now, you just wanted things to be normal, or as normal as they could be right now.

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Y/n looking around the common room, with all of the Avengers talking, playing board games, and watching movies.

They sigh in content, finally feeling relaxed and safe.

Sam: What are you so smiley about L/n?

Y/n hums: Just happy is all

The others glance around at each other and smile. Y/n had been pretty new. Coming from a bad background like most of them. This was the first time they said something like that.

Tony: I think this calls for an Avengers pile.

Y/n's eyes widen in horror.

Y/n: Dude, I said I was happy, not wanting death.

Thor: To late!

All of the Avengers pile onto the couch with Y/n effectively trapping them.

Y/n struggles and tries to get away.

Y/n: Guuuuuuysssss! Get offah me! This sucks!

Nat hums: Bull

The others murmur agreements.

Not too long after Y/n gives up and just lets it happen.

Y/n: ..... okay, maybe this is nice

Peter: I knew you loved us!

Y/n half asleep but still sarcastic as ever: Don't tell my teammates. It'll go to their heads.

They chuckle, and after a while, they all drift off to sleep.

It was a sight to see for Maria the next morning. The Earth's Mightest Heros and most skilled people in a giant pile on the couch happily sleeping.

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Head Cannon: Being Bruce Wayne First Biological Child {Part.2}

Requested! Thinking of a third part.

After the incident with your adoptive brother, there were many encounters in which he made an effort to talk to you, but you replied with a dry tone on a good day, other days you made a conscious effort to avoid him, and it showed.

You didn’t want to be confused or struggling inside because of him, you had resentment and you did your best so it could not waver.

However the anniversary of your mother’s passing came by. All sorts of gloom and doom clouded your judgement.

You spent an entire morning being caressed by the gracious of the garden, where your mother’s ashes were spread, it was her favorite place in the manor and in time of so much needed clarity you felt her essence help to quell the calamities of your mind.

It was in that specific spot where you always remembered yourself that as much as you tried to show close to no emotion, you were inevitable like your mother.

That day Dick came to the garden with some triangles sandwiches made by Alfred, there were your favorites, and you’d be dammed if you would deny them.

He sat next to you, no words needed. As the both admired the clouds in the sky.

You wanted to say so much to him, pour all the feelings you had against, but the ambience in a sacrilegious place that was your mother last resting place, you wouldn’t dare taint it with your flawed emotions. It was as if you mother was telling you to open your heart, but you were too stubborn to do that, a trait that very well came from your father.

So out of colliding emotions, you cried silently next to him. A few seconds afterwards, your low whimpers called his attention.

He hugged you, burying your face un his chest, where your tears stained his hoodie.

He understood your pain, at less the on that came by loosing a parent.

Dick was surprised to hear the faintest apology that came muffled by the piece of clothing that were against your lips.

He said nothing, and caressed you head, calming your emotions until you fell asleep in his embrace once again.

When you woke up, it was already mid evening.

You noticed Dick’s embrace was now soft, you looked up at him, and noticed he was now the one who was sleeping.

As a way of returning the favor for being there for you, you got out of his embrace without waking him up, to go to his room to get a blanket and his pillow for him to rest well and not get a cold.

Then you went to the kitchen were Alfred was preparing the meal for dinner time. Giving you a modest smile.

He confesses that he saw you and Dick getting quite closer, which was a refreshing sight to see, and one that was very needed.

Then you let him know how your mind was feeling, and how your heart always interfered on your plans, always encountering an impasse that inevitably resulting in you avoiding Dick and your father.

Alfred tells you that maybe you should express your emotions to them, speaking on it was a better way to deal with the situation than to avoid it. But you were scared, the worst part was fearing an outcome you didn’t know.

The next day passed, and in the early morning your father attempted to fix your relationship by going to Wayne Corp for a board meeting, you denied, but he didn’t budge and took you by force.

Throughout the ride to the Corp building, he questioned wether there was something you were upset about. You stood silent fir a few seconds, and remembered Alfred’s words, thinking he was probably the one who pushed your father to talk to you.

You express how your relationship had changed since Dick’s arrival, and how it wasn’t his fault, but there was something inside of you that resented for changing things between you. Because ultimately, with him he got the chance to experience other things that he could never do with you, like having a secret so important that essentially made your bond much stronger.

He suspected the meaning behind your words, and sighed. Saying that there were things that were better kept secret for your safety.

You were never one break your composure, however you punched your passengers door, angriness taking over. "What’s the point of keeping a secret like being Batman when I already know?! Being ignorant to this truths is what’s more dangerous than knowing. Don’t mistake this for anything, I don’t care about joining your little crusade, I care about nothing standing between the two of us!"

Bruce confirmed what you were after, and he was defeated. Never once in his lifespan alongside you, were you able to blow up like that, and as much as he hated it, your words held truth and reason.

And so he conceded the truth to you.

Yet somehow you were still angry that he hesitated, and you were still angry that he choose to confide his secret quickly on a kid who lost his parents, to then later on letting him join him on his suicidal mission.

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Numb (Tony Stark x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Something that I had saved and forgot all about.

Summary: You didn't understand Tony's decision; he'd left you with a gaping hold in your heart. It was easy to feel anger and resentment, but was it really a surprise how things ended?

tags: slight comfort, post-endgame, Tony's dead, reader handles the loss, mourning, last words/message

You stood there, numb, as Tony's heart drifted farther down the lake, a small, fading dot on the horizon. The weight of what you had done pressed down on you, and without a word to anyone, you turned away, heading home. As you stepped into the house and climbed the stairs to your bedroom, everything appeared the same—yet it all felt different. The one piece that truly made this a home was now gone forever.

When Tony sacrificed himself, it was easy to be consumed by anger. How dare he leave you like this, sobbing and begging for him to return, all for the sake of Earth? After everything, after all the times they had wronged him, it was you—the one person who never turned their back on him—who was left behind. That anger still simmered beneath the surface, but now it had dulled into a numbness that spread through your entire being.

Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey had all tried to comfort you, offering words meant to soothe the unbearable loss. But their attempts only made it worse. They didn’t understand—they couldn’t. What they had lost was different from yours. Tony was your husband and he'd failed your wedding vows. Through sickness and health—the battle with Thanos had no place there.

All you wanted was to be alone, to sit with the emptiness that had taken root inside you, to feel it in its entirety without anyone trying to take it away. That emptiness, as hollow and painful as it was, felt like the last piece of Tony you had left.

Looking around, your vision blurred with unshed tears, taking in the sight of the room. It was a mess, but that was typical when living with Tony. The wardrobe door was flung open, shirts haphazardly hanging half in, half out. His favorite jacket was draped over a chair, and a pair of mismatched socks lay abandoned on the floor. It was like he had just stepped out for a moment, like he would walk back in any second with that roguish grin, asking if you’d seen his watch or where he left his keys.

Your eyes moved to the messy bed, and you couldn't help but collapse onto it. Bringing Tony's pillow to your nose, you inhaled deeply—taking in his familiar cologne and the faint scent of oil and metal that clung to everything he touched. As you lay there, your mind replaying happy memories, something caught your attention.

Hesitantly, you reached out and picked it up, your fingers trembling as you recognized the Stark tech design. With a deep breath, you activated it. A hologram flickered to life, and there he was—Tony, looking at you with that familiar blend of warmth and determination that only he could pull off.

"Hey, love." his voice was soft, almost soothing, but there was an undercurrent of sadness. "If you're seeing this, it means I'm gone. And I know you're angry, probably cursing my name right now. Believe me, I didn’t want to leave you. God, I wanted to stay more than anything."

He paused, as if searching for the right words. "But…you know me. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to save everyone. It’s who I am—who I've always been. I know that’s not an excuse, and it doesn’t make it hurt any less. But I need you to understand that I didn’t choose them over you. I chose all of us. I couldn't bear the thought of a world where you weren't safe."

Tony’s image flickered slightly, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "I hate that I hurt you. But you…you're stronger than you know. And I need you to keep going, to live your life, even without me in it. Because, in a way, I’m still here. I’m always with you."

He took a shaky breath, and his voice softened. "I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I will love you until the end of time. Forever, remember? That’s what we promised. And I’m keeping that promise, even now."

As the hologram continued, you could hear the faint background noise—a gentle clinking of dishes, the hum of a movie soundtrack. Your heart ached as you recognized the scene: it was the last day you spent together. The day you cooked dinner side by side, the laughter you shared, and the quiet intimacy of watching a movie on the couch.

Now everything made sense. Tony’s extra affection, his words of love, and the lingering touches—they were all part of his farewell. It was as if he had known he wouldn’t have another chance to show you how much you meant to him. The realization hit you like a wave. How long had Tony known his fate? How long had he been preparing to say goodbye, knowing he had to make every moment count?

As the hologram began to flicker and lose its stability, Tony’s image took on a more solemn, resigned expression. His voice softened even further, as if he were speaking directly to your heart.

“I have to go now. But remember this—no matter where I am, my love for you will never fade. It’s with you always, even in the darkest moments. If there's an afterlife, I'll be waiting for you.” The hologram shimmered one last time, and with a final, loving glance, Tony’s image faded into the darkness. Clutching the device to your chest, the tears that you have been holding back finally spilled over.

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Marvel Master List

A list and links to all of my Marvel fanfiction works, from 2014 to present. This includes stuff I posted on other sites, not just on Tumblr. I apparently had too many stories to fit on one post so I had to separate them. Here is the list to all lists -> Master of Master Lists

If any of the links are broken or you have suggestions to make the list easier to navigate, let me know.

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Spideypool (Wade Wilson x Peter Parker)

Won't Wake Up Compared to Them What You Think About What Would They Say? (Part 1 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) One or the Other Let Me Be Happy Left Hanging Forever What They Say (Part 2 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) What Do I Care (Part 3 of Picking Peter Up From School trilogy.) A Moment To Mope An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers He's Cold No One Would Care (Can be platonic.) How Peter Got Sick A Hot/Cold Date He Get's It An Omega/Alpha Story Why Did You Leave? Coming Out of the Closet It's Gotta Be Your Name  Won't Look (Part 1 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Gonna Burst (Part 2 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Wing Fic Can't Wait Forever Spideypool Go To See The Deadpool Movie High School AU (Side Stony and Brutasha) Not How It Was Supposed to Go (Part 3 of Crossdressing trilogy.) Worth The Risk (Sequel to Hot/Cold Date) All That Work, Gone One Small Step at a Time Aunt May to the Rescue Welcome Home Neko AU (Catboy) Oral Knotting Just Us

Stony (Tony Stark x Steve Rogers)

Different, But Nice A New Kind of Team Work Not Like Other Nights I Know How You Feel (With some Stucky) Waiting For the Perfect Moment An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers We Need To Talk What You Tell Them Steve's Birthday Present Coming Out of the Closet Never There But Won't Go Away Someone to Listen Papa Bird This Isn't Working Our Secret Little Game

Superfamily (Steve and Tony are Peter's parents.)

Compared to Them One or the Other An Average Morning With Steve Stark-Rogers He's Cold Unlike Father Unlike Son Unlike Father Unlike Son (Extra) A, Tiny, Early Superfamily Christmas Story  Coming Out of the Closet It's Gotta Be Your Name 

Stucky (James "Bucky" Barnes x Steve Rogers)

I Know How You Feel (With some Stony) Are You Worried About Me?

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr)

God Help Me

Reader-Insert

Clueless (Thor x Reader) Woman in My Bed (Loki, Tony Stark, Charles Xavier, Steve Rogers, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, Erik Lehnsherr, Peter Parker, Logan, and Bruce Banner x Reader)

[skylarinfinity]

male reader : [teaching morgan chemical] so this sodium, sodium is like a hulk highly reactive explodes in contact of water ['whisper' to morgan] hulk hate bathing.

bruce : [hearing this] what's hulk have to do with this-

male reader : [holding beaker that contain chlorine in it] this is chlorine really deadly gas but when you combine sodium and chlorine you get the harmless sodium chloride [give morgan the beaker to hold it] it's using for food preservative and flavouring agent! you know it's like when hulk calming down with natasha lullaby-

bruce : what-

morgan : [clapping her hands] this is easier to understand than daddy explanation!

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[softestqueeen]

under the mistletoe

pairing: bruce banner x afab!reader

summary: After a kiss under the mistletoe, you can’t deny the tension between you and your infamous crush Bruce Banner.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, riding, kissing, breeding, no protection (please in real life wrap it gurl, I’m begging you), mutual pining, fluff, tension

wordcount: 2714 words

a/n: Merry belated Christmas! I wanted to write this earlier but didn’t have enough time. Still, enjoy <3

You were standing in one of the doorways at stark tower, slightly secluded from the rest of the party, talking to you good friend and lab partner Bruce Banner. What you didn’t tell anyone though, was that he wasn’t just a friend to you, but so much more.

To say you had a crush on the shy doctor was putting it lightly.

He was leaning against the doorway, and you were standing just inches from him, the loud christmas music making it harder to understand him. You were holding a martini, while the man in front of you only held a can of coke, scared of losing control under the influence.

You were just about to ask him a question when a certain billionaire appeared next to you.

“I see your having a good time! Oh, and see who is standing under the mistletoe...”, Tony Stark almost sang the word mistletoe with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head back and looked up, noticing that there was in fact a mistletoe hanging above your heads. Well, that was embarrassing.

You averted your eyes from the leaves hanging above you and turned your attention back to Bruce, who looked just as shocked and unsure as you.

Tonys smile grew even more before he added, “Have fun, you two lovebirds.” And with these words he let the two of you be, only glancing behind him at the two of you to see if you’re kissing or not.

“We don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to.”, you told Bruce with honesty, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. And you were scared that if you kissed him once, you wouldn’t get him out of your head.

“Oh, no it’s alright with me. Only if you want to of course.”, he rushed out the last part.

You were already standing pretty close to each other, so after a short eye contact, you both leaned forward and kissed.

Surprisingly, Bruce had very soft lips and kissed you firmly, with a certain purpose. Even though (to your disappointment) the kiss was short lived, you could tell he was a good kisser. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into each others’ eyes for a moment.

But of course, the moment couldn’t be perfect, because you could hear Tony whistling even over the noise of the party.

You rolled your eyes and to your surprise, even Bruce had to chuckle a bit.

You continued to talk a bit, but shortly after Natasha interrupted the two of you and whisked you away. She took you to the kitchen, where the music was not as loud, and you could have a normal conversation.

Though you knew that this conversation as not going to be normal.

Natasha looked like a little kid on christmas when she asked you “Did you just kiss Bruce?” The redhead – who was also your best friend – of course knew about your feelings for the doctor and was desperate to hear all the details.

“Yes, I did.”, you answered giddily before adding “It didn’t mean anything though, we were standing under the mistletoe. We didn’t actually notice before Tony pointed it out.”

“Tony, the matchmaker. How was the kiss?”, she asked you cheekily. You already knew that question was going to come up. You couldn’t help the blush that was about to cover your cheeks.

“It felt great, he definitely knew what he was doing. I still don’t think he feels the same.”, you told her. 

Nat just looked at you like you were completely stupid. For her it was clear that that man was head over heels in love with you.

~~

Shortly after Nat pulled you away, Tony joined Bruce with an almost boyish smile on his face.

“You kissed her!”, he told Bruce in a singsongy voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

Bruce just rolled his eyes at the billionaire. “Yes, I did. But only because you practically forced her to kiss me. I don’t feel like she really wanted it. Afterwards she didn’t seem as involved in the conversation anymore. Do you think I overstepped?”

Now it was Tonys turn to roll his eyes. “You know why she was detached from the conversation?”, Bruce only shook his head “Because she is in love with you, dumbass. And she has been for quite some time, so get it together and ask her out or something. The only people who don’t know about your feelings for each other are you two for some reason.”

“Are you really sure?”, Bruce asked one more time. Tony didn’t answer him, just looked at him with a pointed look and walked away.

~~

The two of you had not spoken since the mistletoe incident, but there was definitely a hell of a tension between the two of you. Because even though you didn’t talk to each other, the two of you made eye contact multiple times.

Every time your eyes searched for his, he was already looking at you. At first, he always averted his gaze as fast as he could. But suddenly you could feel a shift. He now held your gaze for a few moments before looked away, making you slightly nervous. What was that shift supposed to mean?

The evening continued with stolen glances and conversations you couldn’t follow, while Nat and Tony sent each other knowing glances.

They’ve been trying to set you and Bruce up for months now, but to no avail. The two of you – even though you had an impressive number of PhDs together – just didn’t realise the other one reciprocated the feelings. Was tonight the night where you finally realised it?

The crowd was slowly starting to thin out, a lot of the guests going home or retreating to their rooms. Most of the Avengers were still hanging around talking, and a few famous actresses and singers were also still there.

You decided to call it a night and bid Nat good night. You went out into the hallway to your room, but when you were about to put your key into the look you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

You pushed the key into the lock before you turned around to see non other than Bruce coming your way with hurried steps. When he was within earshot he asked, “Can we please talk? I need to tell you something.” Your heart skipped a beat. What did he want to say to you? Was it because of the kiss? Even though you were a bit scared of what he would confess, you asked him in.

“Yea, of course. Come in.” Bruce gave you a curt nod and waited patiently for you to open the door and wave him in. You told him to make himself comfortable and he sat down in a chair.

“Is it alright if I get changed before we talk? My heels are killing me”, you asked sheepishly.

“Of course, go on.”, he answered immediately.

You went to your wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and a pair of plait boxer shorts, before disappearing into the bathroom.

While you were in the bathroom Bruces thoughts were running wild. How was he supposed to tell you that he loved you? That that kiss was not just a kiss for him? That he wanted to do more than give you a quick peck. How was he supposed to confess this?

On the other side of the door, you were not doing any better. What did he want to discuss and why was he so nervous? You thought you could talk about everything. You wanted him to know that. Even though your mind was still racing, you tried to calm yourself down and go back into the living space of your small apartment.

Bruce was silent when you entered and you sat down on the couch next to the armchair he was occupying. You looked at him with a shy smile and told him, “Now we can talk. What’s on your mind?”

Bruce was playing with his hands while he was thinking. You noticed it and scooted closer to the arm of the couch. You reached forward, took his hands in yours and shot him a (hopefully) comforting smile.

“You know, you can talk to me about everything. Sometimes it’s good to just let it all out and not overthink it too much.”, you assured him, hoping it would help him to talk about whatever was on his mind.

He seemed hesitant but then suddenly started talking. “I love you. I have- I have loved you almost since the first time I ever saw you. When you came into my lab looking so criminally good and you were so sweet to me. And I’ve had feelings for you ever since and they only have intensified since then. I’ve never had the courage to tell you and honestly, I’m not too sure about myself right now, either. But after you kissed me, it was like something switched inside of me. I knew I had to have you, no matter what. That kiss was better than anything I ever imagined. And you looked so good in your dress, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or force you, you know. And the other guy, you know, also started to like you and – you’ve probably noticed this at our last missions – he gets so calm around you and then I also feel so safe and-“, all of that came out of him like a wave, crashing down over you. You couldn’t believe it, Bruce Banner actually had feelings for you.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But essentially, I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I could never love someone the way I love you. I just needed you to know that.” He finished his little speech and was about to stand up, but you still held onto his hands, holding him in place. Of course, you were shocked but not unpleasantly so. You felt the same way.

You leaned forward over the armrest and kissed him, hoping you could put all of the words you couldn’t voice into this kiss, so he would understand that you felt just the same.

Bruce didn’t waste any time and immediately kissed you back, letting go of your hands to cup your face and pull you closer to him. You pulled away and got up, leaving Bruce with a puzzled expression.

He quickly relaxed again when you straddled his lap, took his face into your hands and kissed him again. His calloused hands went to your waist and squeezed it, before he let them wander over your body. His hands on your body felt amazing and when you felt his rough hands against your soft skin as he wandered underneath your sweatshirt, you let out a moan, giving Bruce the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

He kissed you so well, it made you even more excited for what was to come next.

Now having you in his arms felt like a fever dream to Bruce. He would have never thought it possible for you to feel the same as he did.

Both of you had to pull away for a quick breather.

“Do you want to go further, Bruce?”, you asked him, even though you had a pretty good idea of what he would answer.

“Please.”, was the only answer you received before he pulled you in again and joined your lips with his. You could feel his growing erection between you and rocked down on him, making the man beneath you groan.

“Do you want to go to bed?”, you asked him and put your forehead against his, giving him some time to think. But apparently, he didn’t need any.

“No, I can’t wait any longer.”, he answered without skipping a beat. You got up to pull down your shorts and, in the meantime, he opened up his belt and pulled his trousers down to his mid thigh, just wide enough to release his cock.

When you caught sight of him, you couldn’t do anything but stare. He was long and thick, with a slight curve, already leaking from the bright red tip. He was definitely going to be the biggest one you ever had. You didn’t waste anymore time and straddled him again.

You gave his lips a quick peck before you pulled away again to sink down on his cock. You were so wet just from this make out session, still you were sure that this would not be too comfortable.

You took his cock into your hand and gave him a few pumps, coating his cock with his precum. Bruce threw back his head and let out a deep grown.

You stopped stroking him and guided his tip to your entrance. When Bruces cock made contact with your wetness, his head shot back, and he looked at your hand that was guiding him inside of you.

He let out another moan when you started to sink down on him. You pulled away to put steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders. The stretch was uncomfortable, but you could already feel the pleasure taking over. With every inch you thought he couldn’t go any deeper and ever time you sank further down on him.

Finally, your ass touched his thighs, and you were completely seated on him. He filled you like you didn’t know was possible. You were both moaning and groaning and by the time he was filling you completely you feel a slight sweat coating your skin. You removed your hands from Bruce’s shoulders for a moment to pull your sweatshirt over your head, leaving you completely naked. Bruce was still fully clothed, only his jacket sat discarded on the floor.

While you were still getting used to the stretch, you started to unbutton Bruce’s shirt and took it off. Your hands roamed his torso and he let out a soft moan as your hands made contact with his chest.

You leaned forward and kissed him again and started to slowly move up and down on him. You put your hands back on his shoulders and Bruce pulled you closer by the waist, so your fronts where touching. The new sensation added to the pleasure, and you started to increase your speed. You were going up and down his thick shaft, his fat tip hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moaned and groaned in each others’ mouths and were clingy to each other, slowly rocking to your orgasms.

You could feel that you were coming closer and by the way Bruces cock was twitching inside you, he wasn’t far either.

“Please, Bruce, cum inside of me. I need to feel you.”, he didn’t answer you, he only nodded and started to fuck into you, meeting your thrusts. You stilled and he took over, drilling his cock into you from beneath you and chasing his release.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Need to feel you squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” His words tipped you over the edge and you came with a shout, burying your head in his neck, trying to get your breathing under control.

Feeling you spasm around him, made Bruce see stars. He filled you with thick roped of his cum, painting your walls white. He halted inside of you and pulled you onto lap again, holding you down while he filled you up.

He circled his hands around your waist, while you slung yours around his shoulders. For a moment you were just holding each other, bathing in the bliss of finally being together.

After a while Bruce picked you up and laid you on the bed. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean you up. He undressed and joined you under the covers, immediately taking you in his arms and holding you again. He was laying on his back and you had your head on his chest, your arms slang over his torso. Never before had you felt this content.

“Oh, and by the way, Bruce. I love you too. Merry Christmas.”, were your last words, before you finally drifted off into a deep slumber.

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[i-am-true-believer]

Just a small reminder today: it's okay if getting up was too hard. It's okay if the dishes in the sink piled up and are now overwhelming. It's okay if it's hard to get laundry done or make dinner. It's okay if the simple and mundane things in life seem insurmountable right now.

One day they won't be. One day you'll wake up and be able to get everything done. For now take it in bite-sized pieces and reward yourself for every little victory. Life is hard enough without being cruel to ourselves over things we struggle with.

Be kind to yourself, give yourself the same amount of understanding and grace you give others. Know that you are loved, you are important and you matter.

From the fellow fanfic addict who scrolls Tumblr looking for escape, who still cries when she's overwhelmed by life, who's learning to take things one day at a time. You are not alone and I believe in you. No matter who you are, I promise I do.

I hope tomorrow is better than today. If there's an infinite number of universes, then there's so many where you are so loved by the characters you love, imperfections and all.

❤️💛 True 💛❤️

[charzard-lord]

Breaking Point (Avengers/Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, language

Pairings: (All intended as platonic but can be read however you want) Steve/Reader, Tony/Reader, Loki/Reader, Bruce/Reader, Natasha/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸💣🤝☂️

Summary: You have been overwhelmed with emotions, always taking on your teammates burdens. You finally snap and the team comforts you.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time and I wasn’t sure I was even gonna post it but then I though ‘hey I haven’t posted in a while and I’ve got this just laying around so why not’. Anyways have this little fic. Hopefully more will be coming very soon! As always thank you for interacting with my fics! Enjoy! :)

You stretch and yawn as you make your way to the kitchen. You were hoping to get a few more hours of sleep than you did, but you’ll take what you can get. 

“Good morning,” Steve greets you without looking up. He is seated at the counter, eating a muffin as he reads the morning paper. 

“Mhm,” is your only response as you walk over to the cabinet and grab a mug. It’s too early for you to converse. 

You go through the motions of making your morning coffee when you feel someone hug you from behind. 

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Tony speaks directly into your ear and you shrug him off. He steps back with a chuckle. 

“It’s too early for this shit,” you groan, attempting to grab the sugar, but someone else gets to it before you can. 

“I don’t think you need this, dove. You’re already sweet enough,” you look over to see Loki holding the container in his left hand, grinning smugly at you. You roll your eyes and try to grab it, but he is much taller than you. He raises his arm, the sugar now just out of reach. 

“Seriously? Loki, please,” you whine, leaning against him. “It’s too early,” you repeat your previous statement, this time mumbling it into Loki’s chest. He laughs, low and hearty, enveloping you in a gentle hug. 

You stay like this for a moment, feeling him relax into your touch. When you’re sure his guard is down, you lunge for the sugar. You take it from his hand and back away before he can trap you again. 

“You tricked me,” he says, feigning offense, but his soft smile betrays him. You stick your tongue out in response, focusing your attention back on the cup of coffee you’ve been trying to make. 

After a few minutes, you finally have your coffee. Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the living room and sit in one of the chairs, looking forward to having a relaxing moment. But living with the Avenger’s means there is never a dull moment. 

Not even ten seconds later, there is a loud crash in the kitchen, as Natasha comes barreling in. 

“What the hell, Tony?” she yells. 

You sip at your coffee, pretending not to notice the commotion. 

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Tony says, presumably attempting to exit the room. Natasha is hot on his heels though, refusing to let him escape unpunished. You remind yourself not to get on her bad side. 

“Typical,” Bruce exhales, taking a seat next to you. You glance over and shrug your shoulders, sighing deeply. 

“Yup,” you reply, continuing to drink your coffee and choosing to ignore the chaos happening in the next room. 

For the first few moments, you do a pretty good job. You’re able to effortlessly block out the noise as you enjoy your hard earned beverage. That is, until Natasha throws Tony into the living room. 

He crashes directly into you, sending you and your coffee flying. You hit the ground hard, your favorite mug shattering as the scalding liquid spreads across the floor and seeps into your top, staining the white fabric. 

Everyone freezes, holding their collective breath as they stare at you with wide eyes. You are the most powerful Avenger, and arguably, the most powerful being the world has ever seen. No one wants to face your wrath. 

You close your eyes and inhale sharply through your nose, rising from where you lay on the floor. 

You turn your attention to Tony, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns. He immediately tries to reason with you. 

“Hey, we were just messing around -” you step on his chest, effectively cutting him off. 

“Stay. Put.” he shuts his mouth and nods his head, eyes wide with fright. You reach next to him and pick up the broken pieces of your mug. 

All eyes are on you as you walk back to the kitchen, placing the pieces on the counter. The air is tense and deadly quiet. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the urge to cry. You’re so tired. You just wanted to have a relaxing morning. 

Loki says your name, but you ignore it and push past him, storming off to your room. As soon as you enter the threshold, you slam the door shut and flop onto your bed, unable to stop the tears. 

It’s a stupid thing to cry over, you know, but this has been building for a while now. You’ve been so busy taking care of everyone else and making sure that they’re okay, that you’ve ended up neglecting your own needs. Between the stress of missions and trying to carry the burdens of all your teammates, you’ve burnt yourself out. So really, it’s not even about the mug at all. 

There is a soft knock at your door. You clear your throat and swallow hard.

“Go away,” you pray that whoever it is doesn’t pick up on the fact that you’ve been crying. 

To your dismay, your bedroom door begins to open. You scramble to compose yourself, not wanting anyone to see you like this. Weak. Vulnerable. 

“What do you want?” you spit, hoping your venomous tone will scare them away. It doesn’t. 

Bruce peeks his head in, smiling sheepishly, before opening the door to reveal three of your teammates standing awkwardly in the hall. 

Steve nudges Tony, who clumsily steps forward, looking unsure of himself. If you weren’t in such a foul mood, you might laugh. The great and confident Tony Stark, now twiddling his thumbs and refusing to make eye contact. 

You cross your arms over your chest, trying your best to look annoyed. 

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, still refusing to look at you. “I know that was your favorite mug and I’m really sorry,” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. 

“It’s not about the fucking mug,” 

Everyone looks at you and suddenly, you want the ground to swallow you whole. When you realize they’re all waiting for you to elaborate, you sigh and turn your back to them. 

“It’s just -” you suck in a breath and shake your head. “I’m so tired. Of the fighting and the worry and the -” you cut yourself off, taking a moment to compose yourself. 

“I can’t keep carrying everyone’s burdens,” you say after a long while, turning to face them again. Everyone is silent for a moment, eyes wide in shock, before Natasha finally speaks. 

“I - we had no idea,” she says, taking a step toward you. She reaches out, searching your eyes for permission. When you show no signs of objection, she surprises everyone by enveloping you in a tight hug. 

You slowly wrap your arms around her, letting yourself relax into her touch. You feel more arms surrounding you, and realize that everyone is holding each other in a big group hug. Before you have a chance to stop it, you start to cry, releasing all your sorrow and grief. 

You stay like that for a while, your teammates holding you as you cry and whispering soothing words. Eventually, you pull away from one another. You look at everyone in the room and smile. 

“Thank you,” you say, wiping a few stray tears from your face. 

“Any time,” they reply in unison.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

For your 3000 follower celebration

“I want a family with you” smut with bruce banner and female reader, please? I wanna be his wife and make babies with him🤰🏻

.⋆｡The Way It Will Be｡⋆.

Bruce Banner x plus size reader

You and Bruce want a family

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, softness

WC: 330

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

The tenderness in your husband’s thrusts made your chest ache with adoration. His dark curls occasionally brushed against your cheeks as he moved. The pleasure in your stomach ebbed and flowed, never really building but you were too lost in the feeling of him to care.

Bruce’s body was pressed so tightly to your own, there wasn’t an inch of space between you. His lips lathered your neck with loving kisses, his calloused hands holding yours, your fingers intertwined. You breathed him in, your legs tightening around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

He groaned into your skin, giving you a playful nip so light it wouldn’t leave a mark. Even though neither of you spoke, his words still rung in your ears as if he had only spoken them a moment before. “I want a family with you.” 

It was an urge you both secretly kept for so long, holding it close to your chests until it inevitably broke free in the middle of an argument. Then, before you knew it, he was inside of you, furiously pounding away right there in the kitchen. And he took you again in the living room, then once more in the hall before you finally dragged to the bed where he made love to you.

You doubt he was even hard anymore, having spilled himself deep within your cunt far too many times, but still he thrusted as if it were some vital ritual he needed to complete in order to get you pregnant. “Bruce.” You moaned, voice strained.

“Y/N.” He lifted his face from your neck to come face-to-face with you, the tips of your noses brushing. “I love you.”

“I love you.” The thrusts slowed to a stop but still he remained inside of you. Silence washed over the both of you as he kissed you once more, your minds thinking the same thing. Thinking of the life that will be, of the new purpose you both will have.

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[justice-maul]

Avengers Giving You a Blowjob | Headcanons

Summary: Asking the avengers for a blowjob and rating the experience solely based on my opinion, I couldn’t fit all of the avengers so sorry if I missed some

Author Note: Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language. I’m working on all of your requests but in the meantime here’s a little treat for you guys.

Warning(s)⚠: dom reader, no use of pronouns, cum in mouth/face, gagging/choking, spit, drool, frottage, deep throating, face fucking, degrading, praising, and hair pulling

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Tony

The moment the words come out of your mouth he’s already on his knees and taking off your pants

Such a tease the entire time, giving you kitten licks, and swallowing your cock only for a quick second before teasing you all over again

If you want to make him actually suck your dick, hold him by his hair in place and thrust up into his mouth his eyes will roll back as he moans around you and finally starts doing it

Once he starts you won’t want him to stop, he’s an expert with his mouth and is extremely good with his tongue too, rarely pulling away for a break the entire time

He loves it when you fuck his throat and use his mouth he could cum from you just doing so but he won’t stop until you’ve came and loves it when you degrade him

The moment your close he’ll put your entire length in his mouth and let you cum down his throat swallowing and savoring every drop licking your cock clean

He’s really good overall but he’d just prefer it if you’d fuck his face instead so he’s an extreme tease for the first half just wants to be told off

Steve

Shocked you even asked him but is still willing, he nervously gets down on his knees and asks if he can take off your pants

He’s trying to figure out how to make you feel good and looking up at you for instructions or an indication that he’s doing well so tell him that he is

Pulls away for some time to breathe before going immediately back in, he gets really into it after a while and starts to relax feeling more confident

Is a very quick learner and soon starts bobbing his head, flattening his tongue, kissing up your cock, and rubbing your entire length sensually

You can be rough or gentle with his hair hell love it either way and whine the entire time but it’ll give him a push to do better

When your close he doesn’t mind where you cum, but prefers it on his body rather than his mouth

A solid choice, he would be so adorable during it trying so hard to please you with his mouth and taking whatever you give him

Bruce

Give him a second he just had a mild cardiac arrest, seriously though give him a minute to recover he just died solely from your words alone

He’s willing but let him take his time, he slowly tries to swallow your cock gagging on your size and rubs whatever he can’t fit until he takes you all in

Instead of just using his spit he’s practically just cock warming you and he’s willing to do it while your busy

After the first time he’s much more willing to do it he gets into it and actually might ask you first sometimes

At first, he has to pull away a lot but eventually just gets used to having you in his mouth and can just hold you there

Doesn’t mind where you cum just doesn’t like it on his face but wouldn’t mind if you came down his throat

Overall he’s a nervous wreck so you’d have to give him a good minute before he can even fit your cock in his mouth but after that, he gets used to it and starts liking it

Natasha

Not even slightly surprised or embarrassed the moment your pants are off it becomes straight-up porn star material

She’s slow but not painfully or in a teasing way, she’s slow in a passionate hot way taking her time sucking you slowly and softly licking you sensually

She’s the messiest of the bunch letting drool spill out of the sides of her mouth and will spit on your cock for a lubricant and kiss your cock with wet puffy lips

Although she isn’t teasing you at first she will later on tease you just to mess with or even swallowing your cock whole while looking up at you innocently during

Doesn’t have to pull away to breathe but hums while she takes in your length letting it vibrate around your cock as she laughs at your reactions

Doesn’t care where you cum but loves it on her face if you cum in her mouth she’ll show you it before swallowing it down, sticking out her tongue teasingly

Best one yet, you want a good time? ask her, she’ll give you the ride of your life and leave you breathless with a smile plastered on her face

Thor

Happy that you asked and is completely down for it, he’s excited and eager to do it just for the fun if it

He immediately just inhaled your cock taking you to the base, your dick hitting the back of his throat and his tongue flattened and rubbing the underside of your cock

I’m convinced that this man has no gag reflex and can deepthroat you without even needing to breathe you can do whatever he’s that talented

All of his movements are fast and rough just love the feeling of you in his mouth fucking his throat like a fleshlight

A little sloppy with your cock, spit dribbling out of his mouth and him licking you constantly he doesn’t spit but his mouth waters a ton when he’s deep-throating you

Prefers to swallow your load the bigger the amount the better he just wants you to ruin his mouth and loves it when you make a mess out of him

He’ll give you quick relief with his immediate intensity and mouth skills but if you prefer to just take your time he doesn’t mind that either he has high stamina after all

Wanda

Probably never sucked dick so she’s confused why you asked her but does it anyways

She loves foreplay taking her time rubbing your cock and massaging your balls pressing a kiss on your cock before sucking lightly on the tip

But don’t worry she’s not too slow the moment she has you fully in your mouth she immediately starts gagging on your cock and squeezing her thighs together

She likes to just have you on her tongue the feeling is relaxing to her and likes it when you lightly pull on her hair to get her to move faster

The most clean and obedient one of the bunch she does look for you to give her instructions from time to time but then she just goes off of instinct

Prefers for you to cum on her chest but if you want to cum in her mouth do it on her tongue instead of down her throat, she prefers to taste it first

Very romantic and sensual preferring to take her time with foreplay before going fast so she’s pretty good at it depending on your type

Bucky

Doesn’t know why you want him of all people to do it so you're gonna have to explain why but once he hears that he’ll hesitantly agree

He gets on his knees leaning on his metal arm for support while trying to take you in his mouth and god is it a sight to see, the entire time his eyes are on you watching to see if you don’t like it

Extremely nervous the entire time wrapping his soft lips around your cock, praise him throughout it’ll make him suck your cock like his life depends on it

He’s hesitant to use his metal arm but when he does you groan from the cold feeling of it, your juices mixing with his spit and giving you a whole new sensation

Not messy but likes to coat your dick in saliva and suck you off clean, he’s thorough with it trying to reach every inch of you to make you feel good

He doesn’t care where you cum as long as it’s on him he loves the feeling and if you cum in his mouth a small whimper leaves his mouth purely from the feeling

He’s very shy but is good if you want a new thing, he’s the type to try hard during it once he gets over the self deprecation and esteem problems 😅

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💌Super-powered Valentine💌

Part 1, Part 2

- TW warning: Slight suggestiveness!

⭐️Steve Rogers⭐️:

We all know this man is old-fashioned, I mean he was literally born in 1918, today’s dating culture still throws him for a loop! 😵‍💫

If you’re seeing this man, make no mistake that he’ll be the one to make the first move. He’d do his best not to stumble over his words and try not to make a fool of himself, but if he’s already madly in love? Forget it

You’ll watch him get pink in the face as he stutters and mumbles, avoiding your concerned gaze as he prays the floor beneath him would swallow him whole. Despite women throwing themselves at his feet, it never was like that when he was skinny and small. The positive attention you give him is something he definitely has to get used to.

Dating this man would involve him bringing you flowers very often! Once the first bouquet died, that was his signal to go out and get you a new one 💐

He will spend so much time rearranging the flowers, determined to gift you the most beautiful bouquets money can buy. When he gifts them to you, he has the biggest smile on his face when you take the flowers from him, happy to know he made you smile!

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, his date ideas definitely make his old dating culture stand out more to you.

As mentioned before, he’d definitely gift you flowers, the classic bouquet of roses and heart box of chocolates. What can I say? It’s a classic Don’t fix it if it’s not broken.

HOWEVER. If you’re against most cliche or overdone Valentine’s Day gifts, don’t worry, Steve’s got you covered. Whether it be that perfume/cologne you were eyeing a few days back, an outfit you’ve been dying to buy for yourself, or maybe something related to a hobby of yours, he’s definitely been paying attention.

He’d never want you disappointed in the gifts he gives you, always making sure you’d love them and that they’re special to you. Even if you aren’t much of a gift person, he still wants to find some sort of way to show his love and devotion to you.

He’d definitely take you to a dance hall if there are still some around. You two would both be laughing and smiling as Steve spun you around, keeping your body close to him as he dipped and held you. The music that was so familiar and dear to him made you feel like you could dance for hours, holding him close as a slow song played. The two of you gently swaying to the music in each other’s arms.

Movie drive-in dates are definitely another date idea of his. Bucky had certainly been on his own fair share of drive-in dates and made sure to tell his best friend every detail about them. While it embarrassed him to learn that many couples didn’t actually go to the drive-ins to watch the movie, it was something he still wanted to do with you.

He loves being able to hold you close, a blanket shared between you two as you snuggled up to watch the movie. If it’s a horror movie, even better! It would just give him an excuse to hold you tight as you cling to him for safety.

And also try the classic yawn-and-stretch trick

Steve Rogers absolutely adores his SO, sending them tender looks their way, holding their face in his hands, gifting things that reminded him of them, and Valentine’s Day is just another excuse to spoil you silly.

🔧Tony Stark🔧:

Unlike Steve, Tony is definitely not old fashioned.

When you’re dating the famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, extravagant gifts and dates are definitely not a problem for this man.

When it comes to pursuing you, like most people, you may be irritated of his cocky attitude. Especially if he can’t take the hint.

Over time, he’ll get it and back off, the both of you starting over as you begin to see his true colors. Despite the constant sarcasm and his massive ego always showing, he’s grown to be a sweetheart after taking up the mantle of “Iron-Man”

With Tony’s anxiety, it may be hard to do more public dates. However, he’s not opposed to taking you somewhere secluded and having an expensive dinner date with you. A beach at sun set, a candle lit dinner on the roof of his home, he just wants to be with you in peace.

He absolutely LOVES showing you off. He can get a little jealous with others trying to flirt with you, knowing that you’re definitely way out of their league. That won’t stop him from keeping you by his side during the entirety of a party or at a bar.

Definitely the type to have you on his lap, his hand on your waist as he traces patterns on your hip.

A very touchy man, Can hardly keep his hands off of you whenever you’re around.

He wouldn’t be against leaving hickies on your neck either, not being shy as he leaves them in the most hard to hide spots just to show others that you’re officially taken.

However, if you’re against touch than he gets it and he’ll respect his space even if there are times when he forgets. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable at all and will constantly remind himself not too pop your personal space bubble.

Being in a relationship with this man screams “bougie couple”, even if this is the same man willing to wear a Dora wrist watch.

When it comes to Valentine’s Day, you better believe this man will be going all out.

Expensive jewelry, clothing, perfume/cologne, hell he’d go as far as buying you a new car. He just wants to be able to spoil you and show you how much you deserve the world.

He’d love to take you to an expensive restaurant, somewhere where the both of you would get dressed up all nice and enjoy each other’s company. He’d reserve the entire building if that’s what you wanted to do.

If you seem overwhelmed by this, he’s fine with a night in too. A date with both of you in sweat pants and just lounging on the couch with a pizza is also a great date in his eyes.

Overall, Valentine’s Day with this man is very extravagant and quite expensive, but in his defense; He’s never had someone stick by him besides you, even with his snarky attitude. Tony just wants to cherish his SO and give them all the good things you deserve.

⚛️Bruce Banner⚛️:

Bruce is a total sweetheart. Depending when you two met could determine how your relationship established.

If you met him when he first joined the Avengers, be patient with him. If you show him any sort of kindness, he may become skittish, afraid of scaring you off or possibly even hurting you.

He’d be shy, wondering how someone as kind as you could be so unafraid around him. Not to mention how gentle and tender you are, even when he has the strength to snap you in two.

I think you would have to initiate first. The reason being he’s afraid of hurting the one he loves the most, and would most likely love you from a distance. He would be hesitant with starting a relationship, but Bruce wouldn’t miss this opportunity if it meant being with you.

You spending most of your time in the lab, bringing him his coffee and making sure he gets the necessary rest he needs is a common practice within your relationship. Most of the time, he really needs those breathers but gets too consumed in his work to notice.

Somehow always touching you, whether the both of you hav your pinkies linked together, or him holding onto your sleeve or your shirt, it brings him safety because of how much it grounds him. When you’re alone, he loves being able to hold you. He’s so afraid of accidentally breaking you that it’s taken a lot of convincing before he was comfortable enough to touch you.

When he’s able to hold you to his body, he just melts, immediately addicted to your hugs and just the way you treat him so gently.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, he’s a bit inexperienced in that field. He wants to be able to show you that he appreciates all that you’ve done for him, even if it’s a little difficult for him to do so.

When it comes to Valentines Day gifts, he’s definitely a lot more simpler. He’d give you your favorite flowers in a bouquet, or even gift you a necklace or book you’ve been talking about for awhile. His gifts involve him buying something he thinks you’d adore, but still be able to use rather than the classic Valentine’s teddy bear or box of chocolates.

Date ideas are a little more reserved in nature. You both would end up having dinner-date nights inside your home, the two of you cooking together in the coziness of your home as you catch up with each other.

I can see Bruce liking the classic idea of slow dancing in the kitchen late in the night. The thought of the both of you just swaying to music, just the two of you as he holds you close to him. The feeling makes all his worries and stresses melt away from him knowing he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

Bruce just wants to love and protect his SO. While sometimes he thinks you made a mistake pursuing someone like him with his condition, over the years he begins to realize that he is just as worthy of love as anyone else. He will begin to open up more, and show his love through acts of appreciation for you supporting him through all his ups and downs.

��️Thor Odinson⚡️

Thor is definitely more excitable than the rest of the men in the Avengers. During the time he was still trying to understand Earth culture, the both of you made fast friends as he got used to Earth.

Teaching a God how to use the kitchen as well as the bathroom was chaotic to say the least, but he made sure to show his appreciation as much as he could when given the opportunity.

As he began to get used to Earth, he began to take notice of his feelings for you. The way you make him feel as he sees you smile, or how you throw your head back as you laugh at him for him doing something unintentionally funny. He loved seeing how happy he made you just by being himself.

Dates on Earth would be a little chaotic. Considering he is an almighty Norse God, he still has a lot to learn when it comes to human dates. Roller rinks, karaoke bars, or just going to the park for a stroll are dates Thor would happily go on with you if it meant understanding the dating culture better. It would also give him a better opportunity to understand your likes and dislikes.

Before Little Asgard, dates would be much different when Thor would take you back to his home. He would shower you in riches and all the splendors that his home has to offer, but if you take interest in something else within Asgard that isn’t as luxurious as his family riches, he is not opposed to getting you that instead or doing a more simpler date.

Thor is a very affectionate man. Similar to Bruce and Tony, he is always touching you somehow. Whether it’s more subtle like hand-holding or more obvious such as having his hand around your waist. He just loves having you near him and loves when you reciprocate his affection.

Absolutely LOVES trailing kisses on your face, whether it’d be multiple in just your cheeks or just a trail down your neck, he wants to show you that he loves and cherishes you if he’s felt he’s been neglecting you with his “work”.

When Thor finds out about Valentine’s Day for the first time, he’s a bit confused. However, upon googling what the holiday is about, he is surprised that such an old and ancient festival such as Lupercalia was still being celebrated. However, he is a little disappointed that this ancient fertility festival is no longer the same thousands of years ago.

This won’t stop Thor from treating the holiday as an excuse to try and give his love the most lavish gifts he can find. With the help of his mother, and a little bit from his brother, he was able to spoil you like the prince/princess you are on this special day.

Chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite flowers or plants, he made sure to grab all your favorite things and present them to you with a big, proud smile on his face, even if some of his gifts began to take up space within your house. While he did go a little bit overboard with his gifts, you couldn’t help but laugh and give him a kiss from how much thought he put into it.

The next Valentine’s, he now has a general understanding of how to be a good Valentine. Now opting for gifts and food that you love and enjoy rather than grabbing a gaudy Valentine’s Day gift in the aisle of Walmart.

This included dates that hold a more meaningful tone to them, rather than being influenced from the cheesy romantic comedies that are always being played around this time.

While it isn’t perfect, you won’t find anyone else who tries harder than Thor. He wants to be with you forever and always, loving you no matter what life throws at the both of you, and one day, hoping the both of you could start a family, and you becoming his King/Queen.

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With Valentine’s Day around the corner, I thought I’d pump something out really quick! I will be writing more characters, but for now thought Marvel would be a good start!

Feel free to take a look at my fandoms list and make any requests for any of your favorite fandoms!

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