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as of last night, i have seen pulp and I am very abnormal about it.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Forever- Utter Nonsense Drabble... 40 Questions!

Yeah so don’t ask me where this came  from, but I saw these floating around and for some reason decided it would be funny if Steve and Katie answered  some of them instead of me...

I think the original post was from @odaatlover​  and I think I was taggeed by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​. Anyway, I took my favourite ones and this was the result...enjoy!

1. What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

Katie: I’d kinda like a tiger. They’re so graceful and  pretty but pack a mean bite and you wouldn’t mess with one would you?

Steve: Who does that remind you of?

2. Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Steve: (grinning) Nothing.

Katie : I can confirm that is also my favourite thing he sleeps in...

3. What song really gets you going?

Katie: In what way? If it’s to dance and just act like a crazy fool to then its always going to be “Back in Black” because it reminds me a lot of Tony and happy times growing up. But if its one to spark memories then its our wedding song.

Steve: “The Only One In Color” by Trapt. I also kinda like the John Legend song  “You and I” because it reminds me of her, you know, the bit aout trying on every damned out fit she ownes before we can go out.

Katie: I don’t do that.

Steve looks at Katie, eyebrow raising.

Katie: Ok, maybe I can be a little incecisive....but tha wasn’t really the point of the...you know what, never mind. Next...

4. Where do you usually eat your meals?

Steve: It depends. If its breakfast or lunch dring the week then it’s usual eaten on the go whilst we’re getting the kids sorted or I’m in between classes...but dinner, well we always try and sit down. And at weekends we always eat at the table with the kids. 

5. Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Katie: Dinner. During the week Steve and I eat a little bit later than the kids so we have that time to ourselves just to decompress and talk about our day, have a bit of us time...and at weekend we’re al together so I love it.

Steve: I love it for all those reasons, and also because she’s the best damned cook on the planet.

6. Most embarrassing habit?

Katie: Erm...

Steve: It’s pretty embarassing when you throw a Brat tantrum about something.. Katie: I don’t do that in public.

Steve: Bullshit. I refer you to the whole car purchasing situation a few years ago.

Katie: Jamie was only a baby...I was hormonal.

Steve: Hormonal my ass, you were being a brat.

Katie:  Whatever.  Yours is definately the need to stand with your hands on your hips and give someone your Captain look, especially when it’s someone you have never met before but they just happen to be doing something to piss you off.

Steve:  I make no apologies for this.  People can be idiots.

7. Chocolate or fruity candy?

Both at same time: Chocolate.

Steve: Preferably British.  Cadbury’s to be specific. I got a taste for it when I was in London during the war.

Katie: He has a secret stash he hides from the kids...it’s great to blackmail him with.

8. Soft or hard tacos?

Steve: Soft

Katie: Hard

Steve: Although hard ones always remind me of when you went into labour with Jamie.  We were making them for lunch and you had a contraction and crushed one...

Katie: Oh yeah, maybe soft in that case...because that was painful.  And then I went throguh that another 3 times.Which is your fault.

Steve: I take full responsibility, yes. 

9. Worst way to break up a fight?

Katie: Walk into the middle of it and say “Prove it, put the hamer down...” Steve: sighs, That was one time.

Katie: And it levelled a forest.

Steve: Did it work?

Katie: Hmmm, suppose so.

Steve: There you go ...but if its a fight between us, the I can think of the best way to break it up...

Katie : grinning, yeah...that’ s pretty funny. Or the worst one is telling you you’re in the spare room.

Steve: Yeah...that sucks.

10. Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

Katie: Putting on deep voice “Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out?”

Steve: Sighing  I wish I had some smart reply to that bu I don’t...

Katie: No, you just threw us out the side of the damned thing from 14 storeys up

Steve: 19

Katie: That’s...that’s not better Steve.

11. Any hidden talents?

Steve: Not so much hidden really but I’m not a bad artist and Katie’s singing and piano playing is off the scale.

Katie: Steve’s really good at DIY. Like, brilliantly good.  And also pretty savvy with technology all things considered...

Steve: When you say all things considered you mean because I’m like 112

Katie: Actually, you’re like 127 if you count the 15 years you spent back in time after putting the stones back.

Steve: hesitates I thought you said they didn’t count because I didn’t spend them with you.

Katie: They don’t, but they still happened.

12. Socks or bare feet around the house?

Steve: Socks

Katie: Bare feet

Steve: Neither of those protect you from standing on lego, which for the record, I reckon has to be a pain worse than chilbirth.

Katie:  Seriously? You’re going there?

Steve: Ok, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration but it still hurts like hell.

13: Favorite board game?

Katie: Monopoly. Its funny to watch Emmy and Jamie getting really agitated and annoyed. The younger 3 don’t really get it, Rori just likes to help Steve by sorting all his money into piles and suggesting things he can spend it on.

Steve: Namely tutus and tap shoes...she still wants to be chorus girl.

14:Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Katie: Oh my God. Steve is a nightmare as he runs hotter than any of us, so whilst we want the fire or heat on he’s complaining he’s boiling hot all the time. Our bedroom is like an ice block.

Steve: Doll, I’ve been in an ice block. Trust me, our bedroom is like a furnace in comparison.

Katie: It si nice though, like sleeping with a big hot  water bottle.

15: At what age did you first have alcohol?

Katie: I’m sure Tony gave me beer when I was 15 or something but the first time I ever got drunk was aged 17. I went to a keg party at one of my friends and I was aboslutely shit faced. Tony held my hair back whilst i puked my guts upt for a good hour once I was home. I had the hangover to end all hangovers the next day and he cracked JARVIS up to maximum volume just to teach me a lesson.

Steve:  I think I was 18. Me and Buck drank a bottle of his dad’s home made hooch...yeah, it didn’t take me much to get me drunk back then and I was very, very illl. Ma thought I had a fever. Mr Barnes thought it was hilarious, but still gave us both a slap upside th head...

16. What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

Katie: I would say my wedding dress, but Tony bought that for me, so it would probably the the dress I wore to the  SIP Launch for The Color Of Revenge...that cost...well it was in the tens of thousands

Steve:  Blinking How much?

Katie: You don’t need to know.

17. What do you typically wear to formal events?

Steve: Whatever my gal tells me to.

Katie: And you always look great Soldier.

18. Favorite memory?

Steve: Oooh, other than when we adopted Emmy or the kids were born, I’d have to say when Katie agreed to be my wife. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.

Katie: Me neither, not least becase I got my camero...

Steve: rolls eyes.

Katie:  Joking aside, yeah the engagement sticks in my mind but I think it was when you finally kissed me for the first time. I knew then that I was never gonna let you go.

Steve: yeah...that...ok you know what this is an impossible question after being together for so long.

19. Favorite shoes?

Katie: I have a pair of sparkly gold Jimmy Choo stilettoes that I’ve had for ages. They’re gorgeous, with ankle straps and pointed toes. I’ve had them for almost  17 years but they’re amazin.

Steve: grins. Yeah, they’re my favourite shoes too...

Katie: Pervert.

Steve: I’m not even gonna deny it. Those shoes ALWAYS stay on if I can help it.

20. Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Both start to laugh hysterically.

Steve: Where do we start?

Katie: New York, Washington, Sokovia, Lagos, Leipzig, Siberia, Wakanda, Upstate and proablly a whole load of other places in between could be good places Stevie.

Steve: Yeah, this...I can’t answer this. 

21. Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

Katie: I was 7 when my parents died but taking Tony as surrogate, I reckon him catching us in the kitchen when we were...you know, and he didn’t actually know about us has got to be up there.

Steve: Yeah, that was pretty bad... although my Ma once caught me and Bucky measuring our... looks down.

Katie: splutters What? You never told me this?

Steve: Well its not exactly somethign that crops up in conersation sweethheart? “Oh by the way, once when we were 16 me and Buck compared sizes...” Katie: Blinks. Boys are strange. So who had the biggest...

Steve: Next question...

22. Last time you had an orgasm?

Both grin.

Steve: Last night 

Katie: I can confrim this...there’s not many nights to be fair where we don’t...

23: Celebrity Crushes?

Katie: grins. Does Bucky Barnes count?

Steve: Fuck you.

24: Makeup or natural?

Katie: Normally I just wear a bit of tinted moisturiser and mascara, now I have the kids anyway. I don’t have time to really do my face in a morning. I’ll make the effort when we go out though...

Steve: You don’t need it honey.

Katie: Awww thanks baby.

Steve: Although that red lipstick you wear, the bright red..yeah...I like that... grins wickedly and winks It smears well...

Katie flushes: dirt bag

25. Favorite season?

Katie: Summer. Growing up in Malibu I like the sun and warmth.

Steve: Fall. It’s an artists dream...the colours and textures are amazing to work with

Katie: Fall is rubbish. Everything dies and it’s a bit shit.

Steve: But you make apple pie and get to snuggle in my sweaters.

Katie: literally the only 2 things good about it. 

26. Are you a competitive person?

Katie snorts and looks at Steve

Steve: I’m not even going to deny it. 

Katie: He even refuses to let the kids win a games sometimes.

Steve: Important life lessons, Doll. 

27. First pet you’ve ever owned?

Katie: My goldfish Flounder, the one that Tony replaced about 8 times. Other than that it was my Turkey Marv, he was ace.

Steve: I didn’t have any growing up so mine would be Lucky. He was a great dog. 

28. Favorite pasta dish?

Steve: Mac and Cheese, specifically Katie’s. It’s amazing.

Katie smiling: Yeah  I like Mac and Cheese, but I also enjoy carbonara.

29. Favorite kind of pizza?

Both: Pepperoni.

Steve: New York Style.

Katie: I like Deepdish every now and then.

Steve: It’s not the same...

Katie: well dur, that’s the point.

Steve: Yeah, not convinced. 

30. Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

Katie: Handful of close friends, without a doubt. They become an extension of your family, you know. All of us in the Avengers were close and when you have that bond, you’ll do anything for one another.

Steve: Agree completely. When you’re close like we all are then it makes everything that little bit easier, knowing that whatever you’re facing you’ve got each others 6.

31: Something that ruins your appetite?

Katie: Narrows eyes Whenver I see Ross on Tv. Makes me want to puke.

Steve: You really should let that go you know?

Katie: Never. I hold a grudge very well.

Steve: Don’t I know it.

32. Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Steve: I’ve never been one for big nights out. I enjoy the odd one now and then but, I’d much rather curl up on the sofa or round the firepit with Katie or Sam or Bucky with a beer and some decent talk.

Katie: Yeah, at one time I would have said night out hands down, but certianly since having the kids, or even since we started dating, it’s definately change my ideas a little. Some of the nicest nights we’ve had have been spent on the sofa.

Steve grins: yeah...

Katie: And not just because of that....

33. Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

Steve: I’ve only ever told one girl I loved them and she’s sat right here, and I said it first that night...

Katie: smiling Yeah, yeah you did. I wasn’t far behind though, like 3 seconds or something.

34. Have you ever had sex on the first date?

Katie: Does a one night stand count as a first date? Because if so then yes...

Steve: Same.

Katie: Lottie?

Steve: Storm?

Both look at one another,  teasingly.

Katie: Ok next question...

35. Heroes or villains?

Steve: Some people might say there’s a fine line between the two. Katie: Oh here he goes, getting all Captain Philosophical again...look, everyone knows we were suposedly the heroes Steve, and to be fair we saved the world a fair few times, we were even fighting in the shadows during the Nomad years.

Steve: I know, I know...

36. How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

Steve: You know I’ve never actually counted.

Katie: You did 20 at the last brunch we went to.

Steve: 20...that’s...impressive.

Katie: smirking Bucky did 22

Steve: sighs Of course he did...

37: Favorite dessert?

Steve: Apple pie, preferably Katie’s

Katie: Pecan pie. Hands down. 

38 Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

Steve: Ooh, that’s..i suppose it depends. I do like a good TV series, especially if we can curl up and binge watch once the kids are going to bed but I do have fond memories of us working through the films on my list...

Katie: smiling, yeah we had a lot of fun. Still

39. What’s your favorite compliment to give?

Steve: I love telling Katie how beautiful she is, and what a wonderful mother she is...all of which is true.

Katie: I like to remind Steve that he’s my Steve Rogers, not Captain America...because he is. And he’s the most amazing man on the planet, with or withouth that serum coursing through his veins. Which is what makes him the best dad the kids could wish for.

40. What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Steve: smiling,  she’s sat right next to me.

Katie: smiling , back at ya soldier.

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Back to the '50s

@akariownsyasuke requested something 50s style so there it is! It ended up longer than expected.

Or: Time Travel AU but everything is good and nothing hurts.

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"This is such a bad idea."

"It's going to work, Tony."

Bruce sounded a little bit in awe and probably too eager.

"I know and that's what worries me, Brucie. This is… this is going to work and I've seen enough movies to know there's no way this is a good idea."

Bruce nodded.

"So we are doing it?"

"Hell yes, we are."

***

"Did you have to dress me like this, Tony?"

Tony grinned, his eyes trailing the way the black slacks looked on Bruce, the flattering cut of the purple cardigan, the skin showing under the last, undone button of palest green shirt.

"Yes,because one - we need to blend in..." Tony himself was wearing a deep gray suit with blue shirt and a fedora. "...and two - free eye candy for me."

"And the reason for the purple and green?"

"That's just me being me."

Tony smirked but there was no heat behind Bruce's eyeroll and they both had to remind themselves not to lean in for a quick kiss.

"So what do we do?"

Tony was looking around, half in awe and half in anxious habit. Bruce could see going to see Roman Holidays in cinema or buying first editions of famous comics was not on his mind.

And while Bruce would drag him to get the comics at least, he knew there was a reason they were besides scientific curiosity for Tony.

Bruce just wanted to see if it worked and while some parts of him wished there were things he could change, he knew better, but Tony... Tony didn't choose the date randomly.

"I... There's someone I want to see. I know, Brucie, I know it's dangerous but I just."

Tony looked down, biting his lip in shy nervousness that was unusual to him.

"It's okay, Tony. Let's do this. We might have already messed up, and if we make it worse... Well, we can always go back to fix it, right?"

And Tony laughed, joyful and relieved and eyes sparkling with that bright energy that made Bruce fall for him in the first place.

Well, guess they were going on an adventure.

***

"This was your home growing up?"

Bruce looked at the huge mansion with trepidation, unsure how to really feel. He had known about Stark Mansion but had never really been there because Tony never really wanted to come back.

"Yeah." There was a strange emotion in his voice thay Bruce couldn't place.

"Looks big."

"And empty. Come on, I know how to get it. Howard's not here anyway, he's travelling around Europe for three years." Tony smiled at Bruce and it was surprisingly sincere smile. "He'll meet Maria Carbonell there."

They walked through the huge driveway and strolled down the pathways around the building, Bruce admiring the garden. Behind the mansion, the garden opened into an enormous, stunning park, and a recreational lawn with a few chairs put around.

In one of them, a woman with all too familiar face was reclining, dress blood red like her lips and eyes covered with a big hat.

Tony suddenly stopped, freezing in place as if she wasn't who he was expecting. Bruce already pieced down enough to know that she wasn't.

They were brought out of their reverie by a man coming out of the mansion, tensing the moment he saw the intruders.

"Who are you?"

He asked sharply, putting the tray with the drinks down on the table, waking up the woman who barely caught herself before discarding the hat and looking at them.

She eyed Tony, who was still frozen, with suspicion and curiosity. Bruce knew exactly why.

"Miss Carter, Mister Jarvis. We would very much appreciate it if you didn't call the police, this is a friendly visit. My name is Bruce Banner, and this is..."

He turned to Tony who caught his gaze for a moment, questioning, anxious and with that glint in his eye that always appeared when he was about to do something stupid.

"...Tony Stark. Son of Howard and Maria Stark. Where's Ana, Edwin?"

Jarvis blinked, put off by the introduction but Peggy was already on her feet.

"Oh really? And what proof do you have? Am I supposed to just believe in time travel?"

***

Tony blinked, feeling a bit like a little boy again, scorned by his aunt for doing something bad. He looked to Bruce for help with wide eyes but was met with an unsympathetic shrug.

"I didn't think it through."

"Do you ever though?"

Tony glared at Bruce for the murmured words but Peggy just raised one elegant eyebrow.

"That is an arguement for you probably being related to Howard."

"Really?" Tony threw his hands in the air? "Et tu, Aunt? And I don't have a proof, okay, but you get proof later? Like when Howard comes back in a few months? He'll have a woman with him, Maria Carbonell. She'll become my mother. You're Peggy Carter, my aunt and director of SHIELD, hey, that's proof isn't it, I know about SHIELD-- Wait, no, that's probably not making you less suspicious, but hey, oh, you had a thing with Captain America! People don't know that one, right? You two had a date but then he dived down and... Foundue, rings a bell? I'm not sure what it means but Steve always smirks when he says it?"

Peggy was looking at him with murderous, calculated gaze, while Jarvis seemed confused, and ended up sitting down, probably not dealing with the situation very well.

"How can you know that?"

"Yeah, that's the thing, can we sit down, Brucie, why didn't you stop me from blurting out the wrong thing, I knew I'm going to fuck this up, Edwin? Edwin, are you alright? Is he breathing? I don't want him to die from heart attack before I even created my first fire in the mansion, I came here to see him, you just surprised me, aunt Peggy!"

Bruce watched in amusement as Peggy poured her glass of water on Jarvis, which seemed to wake him up, and motioned for them to sit. Bruce took his place next to her, leaving Tony to his reunion with the man who essentially raised him, who seemed inclined to believe he was Stark offspring after setting things on fire was mentioned.

"So..." Peggy turned to him, suddenly less lethal and more unsure, which was a strange look on a national icon. "... Steve survived?"

"It's complicated. He did and Howard's search isn't entirely futile, but Miss Carter..."

"Peggy, please."

Her smile was sad but she seemed relieved.

"...you need to let him be found in his own time. He's going to be needed one day. And you'll have a chance to see each other again yet, even if your happiness doesn't lie with each other."

"So he will be happy?"

She smiled and Bruce couldn't help but feel in awe at her very person.

"He will. And you will be too. We all will be, eventually."

He looked at Tony with an unmistakably sappy look, and Peggy caught it, but didn't say anything.

***

"Time to go."

"Take care of yourself, Tony. I can't wait to meet you properly."

Tony smiled, giving Peggy one last hug before turning to look at his boyfriend. Bruce was already setting up the time machine, Jarvis by his side, fascinated by the technology.

"He's more than a friend, isn't he?"

Peggy's gaze was knowing and Tony shook his head before nodding, wondering how she could always see through him so well.

"So it's okay? One day?"

She looked hopeful and Tony gave her a sad smile.

"Took a while, but you could say it."

He took a ring that he's been caring for months now from his pocket and showed it to her.

Her smile was genuine and radiant.

"I hope you'll be very happy together, honey."

He hugged her and went back to his life, his life with Bruce, and he smiled, because finally, he felt like he believed that she was right.

***

They landed on the workshop floor, breathing hard and clutching onto each other, suddenly assaulted by a flood of memories.

Tony closed his eyes tightly, trying to process suddenly having a different life, barely registering Bruce sobbing into his chest.

They changed things.

They did, just like he feared but oh God...

Tony didn't expect that.

***

"You ready?"

Bruce shook his head but still stepped into the building.

"I know everyone and everything confirmed it but I still feel like it can't be real."

"Well, only one way to find out, right?"

Tony knocked on the door and heard a soft voice invite him in. He stepped in, following the voice into the living room, and stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight.

He tugged Bruce close, seeing the way his boyfriend was tearing up.

This was different for him.

When they left, Rebecca Banner was dead.

When they arrived, Bruce remembered a beautiful, kind woman who came to their house when he was little and took Brian away. Remembered his mother and Peggy getting closer, getting together, and most importantly, that she was still alive.

"Brucie? Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Peggy smiled knowingly at Tony as Bruce went to hug her. He perched himself on the armrest of the chair Peggy was in, ever thankful for her presence in his life.

"So, Tony..." She nudged him in the side. "What about that ring? Your old women would very much like to be at your wedding."

Tony just smiled at her, looking back at Bruce who was talking with his mother.

"Not much longer."

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Trixy and the Spider Boy Ch2.. party pooper

In which Peter meets his mentors delightfully curious daughter.

Once again I do not own Marvel or the GIF. Only the story below. 

Trixy stared at herself in the mirror chewing on her lower lip. In her hand was a notebook. She‘d come up with some 15 odd ways she might sneak Peter Parker a little peppermint but she wasn’t sure what opportunities might present themselves tonight. “Knock! Knock!”

Tony Stark did this weird thing- he hated knocking, so instead he’d stand outside her door and shout. 

“Come in!”

He walked in glancing down at the yellow notebook she was shoving into her messenger bag. “You really bringing all that kiddo?” 

Trixy shrugged, “If you told me what was going on, I could bring less.” Tony merely smiled and rubbed his hands together relishing her excitement. His adorable little Beatrix was vibrating.

“You know how this goes!” Every year for Trixy’s birthday- without fail since she turned 7- Tony Stark planned his daughter’s party with absolutely no input from the birthday girl. “But maybe real shoes instead of sandals?” One year he brought Grease on Ice to her, turning their back yard into an ice rink. Another, he closed down FAO Schwartz and invited the kids from the local children’ s hospital. 

He’d successfully distract her from the lack of peer interaction in her life. He never had to worry about her realizing that her guest list was empty. Tony dreaded the day quickly approaching when she would leave the shelter of Jarvis and the Avengers. Beyond the very real threat that came with being his daughter, he wanted to protect her from the breath taking loneliness of being surrounded by people who would never get her. He saw almost too much of himself in her.

“Alright!” she chirped, “let’s rock!” Snapping out of his haze, he threw an arm around her shoulders and lead her to the elevator. 

Peter showed up at the gates at 3:30pm, as the invitation instructed. The entire park was empty. It looked like it was closed. He double checked that he had the right day. 

“HEY KID!” A man in a black suit appeared by the gate- “You here for the party?”

Peter gave the man his name and handed over his invite before he was led to where the other avengers where all congregated. “Hey guys.”

He immediately went to stand next to Scott his hands shoved in his pockets as he wearily watched the others. He’d known them for over a year and yet still- he found them intimidating.

”Sup Spider boi?” He gave Scott the dude nod. It was so strange seeing these fierce warriors out of uniform, Scott being the exception. Scott was just Scott no matter what he was wearing or what he was doing. That consistency of character was comforting to Peter. Despite the time in prison; Peter felt more at ease around Scott. 

Hands in his hoodie he tried to hide from the others. Without his suite he felt inadequate and vulnerable. Especially around the Black Widow who was currently smiling at him genuinely.. and scaring the crap out of him. She had on a pair of jeans and a soft red sweater. Had he ever seen her looking so .. normal? This all felt very surreal. 

The sound of a helicopter over head had them all turning and shielding their eyes from the descending sun. 

“Is this it?” he asked looking around for little kids- it was a kid’s party wasn’t it?

Natasha put a deceptively delicate hand on his shoulder and he could feel the heat sneaking up his neck. “Just family this year- we missed last year.” She left it unsaid, but he immediately realized that this time last year the group had been trying to kill each other on the tarmac. 

Natasha, Bruce, Dr. Cho, Peter, Scott, Pepper, Happy, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Vision, Wanda and Clint with his family all lined up. As Tony helped his daughter down Pepper magically produced a blue cotton candy. “I thought she was a little girl?“ he muttered feeling a wave of anxiety rush through him as he watched a tween being scooped up into Captain America‘s arms. 

“14,” muttered Scott as he nudged the Spider Kid forward, “don’t get any funny ideas. 

“Crap I brought her a Care Bear. He calls her his little girl!” Scott just laughed shaking his head. Trix would probably love the gift, but he decided not to tell Peter. Let him sweat about it a little.

”“Happy Birthday Trix!” He scooped up the sprite and spun her around before tossing her in Sam’s general direction who caught her and gave her a loud smooch on the forehead. 

“Dad!” she laughed loudly as Tony spread his arms out in front of him, “you don’t have to shut everything down just for me!”

“Only the best for you kid,” and with that a marching band came out of no where playing happy birthday and more men in black suites appeared out of no where carrying a huge funnel cake with sparklers glittering. Peter took out his camera snapping pictures as she was handed from one hug to the next. It was a beautiful moment really. 

Earlier...

As the helicopter approached the park Trixy fished some organic peppermint lotion out of her bag. The same lotion Pepper used on her feet. Tony laughed shaking his head, “you’re not going to let this go are you?” She grinned and shrugged, “I have a hypothesis.” 

“You must be Peter!” she had a huge smile he noticed; a huge smile, owlishly large eyes and a wildly curly mop of hair. She was pretty in a disheveled kind of way, young. She stuck out a hand, her nails painted yellow. 

“Peter Parker.” He took her hand looking her directly in her startling violet eyes. Something in the action had been both sophisticated and worldly? This was really going to bother him. Over her head he could see Tony chatting with Steve but his shoulders were stiff and he was watching their interaction expectantly. Trixy was watching him intently holding his hand longer then necessary, her hands were a bit too smooth and whatever lotion she had on left behind a slight oily residue. He squirmed under her scrutiny. “Happy Birthday!” his voice squeaked slightly.

He took a quick step back as Bucky threw her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. “Come on squirt! Steve and I are going to show you Coney Island!” and off they went in the direction of the Cyclone, but he could feel her eyes on him and it made his Spidey Senses prickle uncomfortably.

The entire day was picturesque. Trixy had missed this. Her family had been scattered after the Accords fiasco. When her dad had asked her what she wanted for her birthday (after all what do you get the little girl who has access to anything she could possibly want?) all she could say was- “My family.”

She sat snugly between Nat and Clint as the roller coaster came to a screeching halt. They had been laughing hysterically at the two super soldiers stuffed into the car in front of them; their massive shoulders making the entire ride extremely uncomfortable. They bumped heads with every jerk of the cart. 

“Okay,” she muttered as they coasted to a stop, “the answer is four hot dogs, a funnel cake, cotton candy and a fried oreo- - and six.” Clint quickly helped her out of the cart as she turned slightly green. Nat laughed as Wanda bewitched a trash bin to fly in their direction. And just in time. Steve and Bucky were cracking up bent over on themselves as she spewed.

“Well you beat Steve by a landslide! Before the serum.” Bucky shoved his friend away playfully.

Standing up from the trashcan she wiped the corners of her lips. “I think I need some ice cream.”

“No worries, lil momma. I think we’re done here.” agreed Sam.

“Oh-ho-ho Tweety calling it quits already?” mocked Bucky.

“Nah man, but it’s Trixy’s birthday. We should do what she wants.” Sam looked at her with desperation in those dark orbs of his. They all stopped what they were doing and looked to the birthday girl for her ruling.

“It’s ok Sam! Really. I insist!” The grin on her face was pure evil.

“I’ll go with her,” mumbled Peter. “Roller coasters feel a lot like work.” Trixy smiled nodding enthusiastically. He felt her hand coming, his skin twitching slightly. She wrapped her arm through his, her hand sitting palm down over his wrist. He fought to keep a smile on his face. She was watching him again as they walked toward the ice cream stand.

“Dad does this a lot.” Peter looked over to where Pepper and Tony were playing a dart game with Wanda and Vis. “He goes a little overboard.”

“He loves you.” 

Trixy nodded a little absently, “How much you want to bet this cart has all my favorite flavors?” She pulled the top off the cooler and grinned before grabbing a cone and putting one scoop of each on the cone. “Here ya go! Sundae a la Trixy.” She scooped herself up the same thing. He started on the top scoop, obviously chocolate. They sat down on a bench looking at the lights glowing in the twilight. 

She was staring at him again. He could feel it. He was only just eating the last of the chocolate scoop. “Do I have something on my face?” He could feel her gaze under his skin. 

“No,” she shook her head a little- pulling herself out of a daze. “Sorry.” she scooted away from him slightly, thank god. It eased some of the tension. He was just about to take another mouthful of ice cream (would it be vanilla?) when a tennis ball hit him in the back of the head and his cone fell to the ground.

“Come on kids let’s do presents before the fireworks!” Trixy looked like she’d sucked on something especially bitter and Tony looked almost smug. Peter, well Peter couldn’t wait to go home. 

[mell-bell]

you are everything I want (but more than I deserve) - Part 4

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes

AO3

Words: 2452                         

Series Summary: The first time Darcy met her soulmate she shot him. A relationship could only go up from there, right? Not when you pair together an ex-Hydra assassin and a woman with a penchant for trouble that could rival even his best friends

Chapter: 4/10

Author’s notes: Finally posting the chapters I had on AO3 on here :D Hope you enjoy! 

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Bucky woke to the sound of banging. He shot out of bed, his head snapping toward the door. Silence reigned throughout the apartment and for a second Bucky believed it had all been a dream. But then another loud bang shook the walls. Bucky slipped over to the door and peeked down the hall. No one was supposed to have access to his room. He had made Tony swear (while holding his liquor hostage) that he would have complete privacy. It was only when Tony showed him Jarvis’s coding for his room did he accept the answer and give Tony his alcohol back.

As the banging got louder, Bucky made his way down the hall. He reached into his waistband and pulled out his knife before rounding the corner ready to strike.

“Hey! Could you hold the ladder for me?”

“Clint, what are you doing here?”

“Darcy-proofing your apartment.”

“…. Darcy-proofing?”

“Yep. You’ll thank me later. Now, hold the ladder, will you? I still need to go make waffles for Tasha and I’m already 50 minutes late to work.”

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Darcy was having a shit day. She had gotten yelled at by no less than fourteen different news outlets. She’d gotten cheese on her favorite blouse when an agent whacked into her with his cheese fries. She’d lost her shoe to a banana incident she refused to talk about. Jane had been back one day and had already set fire to her new lab four times. Darcy hadn’t slept in 40 hours. And here she found herself slumped over a desk next to Jane’s workbench, a fire extinguisher at the ready.

“Spawn, are you alive?”

Darcy groaned, “Does the pale glow of the lab lights make me look hot?”

She felt something poke her face and opened her eyes finding Tony trying to push her hair back from her face with a candy cane, “A hot mess. You need sleep.”

“Thanks.”

Tony reached over picking up a piece of her hair, finding some type of machine oil in it, “And a shower.”

Darcy nodded and pushed herself out of her chair, her legs groaning at their first movement in 10 hours. As she trudged slowly to the lab doors, Tony grabbed the fire extinguisher from her hands before pushing her off in the actual direction of the door.

Darcy stumbled down the hallway, somehow making it into the elevator and up to her floor. She slammed into her door with relief. As she reached for the handle, she looked at Bucky’s door for a moment before looking down at her rumpled clothing. She knew he wouldn’t care but she felt nasty. How was she supposed to seduce her soulmate with nasty breath and dirty clothes?

So, after a quick shower, which had been more of a 10-minute power nap under hot water, she shrugged into her Hulk pajamas and one of Tony’s old sweatshirts before sneaking into the kitchen. She looked both ways and pulled open the freezer.

“I know for a fact you are not stealing Tasha’s favorite ice cream again.”

Darcy swung around as the voice startled her and chucked a spoon at the perpetrators head.

Clint moved out of the way and raised an eyebrow at her as she wielded another spoon at his face.

“You don’t mention this and I won’t tell everyone about the time you dressed up as cupid and shot yourself in the ass with your heart-shaped arrow.”

Clint groaned, “You may proceed.”

Darcy bundled the ice cream up to her chest and took off towards Bucky’s room. She frowned as she tried to balance the ice creams in one hand so that she could knock on the door. Finally managing to balance them all against her body, she leaned against the door knocking loudly. However, when the door opened, the ice creams began to tumble out of her hand and Darcy screamed falling to the ground to save them, “My ice cream!”

Jumping back up she met her soulmates chiseled ass stomach.

“Oh, that is so not fair.” She said as she reached out to poke it, “Shit, it’s real.”

The man in question laughed as Darcy met his amused eyes.

“Alright, this is yours.” She said plopping a cold gallon into his hand before sliding past him and dropping herself down onto the couch and digging into her own gallon.

“Can you please put on a shirt or something. Anything. I can’t jump your ass yet. We haven’t even been on a date yet. And I....wait. Did Clint Darcy-proof your place?”

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he nodded.

Darcy’s eyes narrowed, before she smiled, “Good! I don’t want to break any of your stuff. Clint still won’t forgive me for breaking his favorite bow.”

Before he could even say a word, she turned around flinging her arms out, her eyes wide, “I promise it was an accident I was just trying to kill a huge spider…. which also turned out to be Natasha’s pet. So, let’s just say I wasn’t allowed back into their apartment until I baked them each enough food to live off of for five years.”

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Darcy lay on the couch, her legs thrown over Bucky’s legs, his fingers drawing random designs on her thighs as she caught him up on her 20 some years of life.

“I was a normal child. Mom and Dad. Older sister. Younger brother. Typical middle child syndrome. Since I was 5, I never wanted a soulmate. My parents had a happy marriage and everything but for some reason, I didn’t want what everyone else had. It all just seemed too boring and easy. I’ve had your words on me since the moment I was born. From the moment, I could read and actually understand the words, I knew you were out there. It wasn’t until I turned 15 and realized how alone I actually was, that I realized it wasn’t weak to have a soulmate. And turns out my soulmate is a fucking god, so definitely glad I decided to follow destiny.”

Bucky smiled sadly, “I remember the day your words appeared on my skin. I was 25. I don’t know why they showed up then but I knew in that moment that I would forever give myself fully to you. Steve had had his words his whole life and I had always felt my life just wasn’t complete since I didn’t have any of my own. I thought I was the outcast. I would go out on dates, but it didn’t feel right knowing they had their own soulmates out there. And then the war happened and a part of me was glad I didn’t have words because there was a chance I wouldn’t come back and I didn’t want anybody to feel the loss that my mother had felt when she lost my dad. But then your words appeared on my skin and I just gave myself fully to you. I didn’t even know you, but just knowing you were out there helped me survive.”

His eyes grew dark.

“But then I remember getting swept up into everything Steve was doing. And then I remember falling. The moment my hand slipped, I knew I lost you. That I would never meet you.”

He felt her hand brush across his cheek and leaned into it.

“But you did.”

His head lifted up and he met her eyes, “I did.”

“DARCY MARIE LEWIS WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE?! WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME?!”

Darcy rolled her eyes as she leaned back into her chair, propping her feet up on Coulson’s desk. The man threw her a glare and she offered him a cheeky wink at which he scowled and went back to his work.

A loud huff sounded across the room and Darcy’s head flopped back over the chair catching sight of a disheveled Jane pacing back and forth on the carpet, “You were on Asgard, Jane.”

Her arms flew out wide and Thor ducked out of the way as he continued to scoff down the homemade pop tarts Darcy had made him.

“A call would have been nice. Or even a text. You could have fucking telegrammed me for all I care. Pray to Thor or something. Pray to fucking Loki and I hate that man! You know he likes you for whatever reason, he would have told me! Literally anything. I can’t believe this.”

“Well, I for one believe this to be wondrous news!” Thor yelled, spewing pieces of pop tart all over the floor. Darcy could hear Coulson groan behind her as more crumbs fell to the floor as Jane reached over and aggressively brushed crumbs out of Thor’s beard.

“No! I will not tolerate this under my roof.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and jumped up grabbing Jane’s arm and pulling her out onto the little porch across from Coulson’s desk.

“We’re outside.”

Jane’s eyes narrowed and she pointed toward the sky, “The sky is my roof. I’m the fucking God of Thunder’s wife.”

“She has a point.”

Darcy peeked around Jane and locked eyes with an expressionless Coulson.

“I will chuck my shoe at you again. “

“Don’t make me call your mother, again.”

Darcy froze. Shit.

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“Mom, I found my soulmate.”

“We’re adopting him.”

“The fuck? You haven’t even met him yet.”

“Does he cook?”

“He made me an omelet.”

“Yep. We’re adopting him.”

“Jesus Christ, mom.”

"Make sure you bring him for the holidays. Oh...Darce, I have to go, your father set fire to the roof again.”

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After the phone call with her mother, Darcy took a much-needed 8-hour nap only to awaken by Jarvis who reminded her what day it was.

“It’s game night, bitches!”

Tony shot up from behind the couch, a screwdriver hanging out of his mouth.

“I thought that was on Thursday?” He mumbled.

Darcy rolled her eyes chucking an x-box controller at his head, “It is fucking Thursday, Tony.”

Tony’s eyes lit up and the screwdriver fell out of his mouth. He scrambled over to the couch and all but pushed Bucky off, “Move, murder-cat I need to get prepared to kick her ass.”

Darcy had made her way around the couch and smirked turning around slapping her ass, “This ass?”

Bucky’s eyes went to her ass and Tony glared at him, “I’m only just starting to like you. So, I know you didn’t just look at my basically-daughter’s ass.”

Darcy’s eyebrow went up and she reached over grabbing Bucky’s hand and placed it on her ass, not breaking eye contact with Tony.

Tony slapped his hand over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and shoved her way onto the couch next to Tony. Bucky took a place on the floor by her feet, leaning up against her leg.

“What’s game night?”

Darcy smiled, “Only the best night of the week! I created it my first month here because no one ever talked to each other. It was driving me insane. So, daily dinners and weekly game night. Even monthly fancy dinner night gives me an excuse for when Tony asks why I stole his credit card to buy another dress.”

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I know you didn’t fucking blue shell me, Natasha.

Tony, I swear to fucking god if you push me off of rainbow road one more time I am going to throw you out the window.

Jarvis, you aren’t allowed to play that’s cheating.

SHE’S AN ASTROPHYSA-WHATEVER HOW IS SHE THIS GOOD?

Please place the Wii remote strap around your wrist, we’ve already broken 3 TV’s.

Bucky Bucky Bucky Bucky....psssst, what’s Steve’s weakness?

SAMANTHA. MY NAME IS SAM, TONYA.

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Game Night Ratings – Number of Games Won:

Jane 20 Natasha 18 Sam 17 Darcy 14 Tony 11 Clint 8 Pepper 5 Steve 3 Thor 1 Bucky 1

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At 3 am the phone rang. Darcy sat up, her head pounding. She crawled over to the wall and grabbed a broom, knocking the phone off the wall. She picked it up and pushed the button.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Lewis!”

“Nooooooo,” She groaned pulling the phone away from her head, “too loud.”

Fury all but growled on the other end of the line, “I expect every single Avenger present at the 7am meeting. On time. Do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as a ghost, bro.”

The line buzzed and Darcy dropped the phone onto the ground, quickly following as she once again passed out.

When she woke up again. It was 6am. And things were on fire.

Fire.

Flames licked up the couch and Darcy blinked her eyes, wondering if she was just imagining things. As she pulled herself to her feet, Dum-E came rolling around the corner, pushing her out of the way and used the fire extinguisher to blow out the fire.

The living room was completely trashed. The couch was burnt. The TV had writing all over it. Food was stuck to the ceiling. Glitter littered the ground. Tony was passed out against the window. The vent open, Clint’s legs sticking out. Sam, Steve, and Bucky were piled up on the couch opposite of the flame-ridden one. Pepper looked relaxed in the recliner in the corner. And Thor and Jane seemed to be missing. And Natasha –

“Ms. Lewis.”

Darcy groaned at the voice behind her, “We’re not late yet.”

“Has the world ended?”

“No, we just live like this now.”

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Darcy somehow managed to wake everyone up with just enough time to get them to the meeting room. Dark bags littered their faces and their clothes were rumpled. Tony had a growing bruise on his cheek. Steve’s hair stuck up like a child’s spiked hair.

“Ms. Lewis, what did you do to my agents?”

“Nope. Not agents.” Tony grumbled, his face plastered on the clear table.

As Fury began to brief the group on the newest disaster, Darcy sunk into her chair and zoned out as she took a look around the room.

“Hey, um...”

Fury glared at her, but she held up her finger, before counting everyone, “Where’s Natasha?”

Everyone’s eyes furrowed as they looked around. Clint pulled out his phone as everyone began to talk. Fury looked at his computer. Coulson messaged Hill asking if Natasha was back on base.

Darcy’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she slipped out of the room without anyone noticing and took off down the hall, moving into a side room and pulling out her phone.

The front screen blinked a message from an unknown number.

Clinking on the link, her phone screen filled with a pet shop’s page.

Darcy scrolled in confusion until one of the cat’s names on the page caught her eye.

Loki. 

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Next up: Loki makes an appearance, Natasha is still missing, Sam hates life, and Darcy and Bucky share a first ;) .........