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rainydayathogwarts · 4 years ago

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Lab partners - Tony Stark

Single!Mum ReaderWarnings: mentions of an abusive-ish relationship Summary: Tony and Bruce's new lab partner has a daughter and brings her to the tower one day and Tony doesn't only fall in love with rosie but her mother Also I use the name rose for the daughter

-Right.

-So you just got a new job at the Stark Tower.

-Single mother of a four year old girl desperately needed a job.

-So on your first day, after dropping off your cute little Rose to kindergarten, you rushed over to the Stark Tower.

-You luckily made it to the lobby five minutes early when a woman who went by the name of Pepper Potts accompanied you to the lab.

-To say she was sweet was an understatement.

-That woman was like sugary lemonade on the hottest summer day.

-Her smile helped calm your nerves and she nicely introduced you to your lab partners.

-"Tony, Bruce, (Y/N)'s here."

-Why you hadn't met your lab partners before this moment, you did not know, but you went along with it.

-You had immediately gotten to work, exchanging a few words in between.

-That day, you went to lunch with the two scientists and got to know them a little bit.

-A few months later, you were working late.

-Little Rose was being babysat by one of your trustworthy friends so you didn't worry too much.

-You had a mug of strong coffee in hand as you worked with a variety of dangerous chemicals.

-"So - uh - I heard you have a daughter."

-Your head shot up to the sound of Tony's voice and you nodded, tucking a strand of your hair that hand fallen from your work bun behind your ear.

-"Accidental pregnancy or-?"

-Tony knew for a fact that you were single.

-Unless you were a bad girlfriend or wife.

-I mean after flirting back at Tony and joking about sleeping together, he knew you couldn't be with someone.

-You shook your head.

-"No. Um, I was married to her father actually. He was the best guy guy I could've asked for at the time. We had Rose a year into the marriage and when she was about two years old, everything suddenly when downhill. He started coming home drunk and tried to hit me several times. I assumed that maybe he was cheating on me too but I wasn't going to go into that. I immediately asked for a divorce and got full custody of Rosie. I wasn't going to let her grow up with a father like that."

-You looked at your hands, biting the inside of your cheek.

-Tony, on the other hand-

-Well Tony was shocked.

-To say the least.

-You twiddled with your fingers, tears starting to cloud your vision.

-You put your mug down and wiped a tear away.

-And then,

-Well, Tony thought it was the right time to give you a hug.

-"I'm sorry." He whispered.

-"Don't be."

-Your words came out muffled since your face was dug into his chest, but Tony heard your voice cracking and it broke him.

-"How about you bring her to the lab sometime for Bruce and I to meet her?"

-You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders, but the look on Tony's face was enough for you to know you wouldn't regret it.

-So the next Monday, after picking up Rose from kindergarten, you brought her over to the Stark Tower.

-"Mummy where are we doing?"

-She asked for the millionth time, munching on her sandwich.

-"I told you sweetheart, we're going to meet my friends, I think you'll love them."

-She suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.

-You looked over to her for a split second, making sure nothing was wrong and cocked an eyebrow at her.

-"Is it the guys you always talk about? Tobi?"

-A blush went to your face.

-You didn't talk about Tony often, did you?

-That kid was smart.

-"I - we're going to see Tony and Bruce."

-"Who's Bruce?"

-You carried Rose with one arm, balancing her on your hip while you waited for the elevator.

-Everyone seemed to love Rose.

-Pepper had already rushed over to you to meet her and when she left, was shocked at how intelligent Rose was.

-When you walked off the elevator, you had bumped into Clint who had gushed about her for 15 minutes straight.

-You guessed it was his love for kids kicking in.

-I mean, he did have three children.

-Steve and Bucky even stopped by to say hello and Bucky was pouting at her the entire time.

-"She's so cuteee." Would pass his lips every 10 seconds.

-"Everyone seems to like you, huh?"

- She shrugged, digging her head into the crook of her neck.

-She was starting to shy away.

-You opened the lab door with a bit of a struggle, greeting your two friends.

-"Hey you guys!"

-You let Rose down, but she hugged your legs.

-She only looked up to make grabby hands at you.

-Grinning, you picked her up once more.

-"She's starting to shy away. So many people have been gushing over her, it's as if they've never seen a toddler."

-Rose risked a glance at your friends who waved and she giggled.

-"Which one is Tobi?" She whispered to you, though her whisper wasn't exactly very quiet.

-Tony's eyes went wide and you scoffed.

-You pointed at Tony and Rose smiled.

-"My mummy talks about you a lot."

-"Does she now?"

-Your face went red, putting your daughter down on a stool and shrugging your lab coat on.

-When you were done, Rose immediately jumped back in your arms.

-This time, she interacted with Bruce and Tony who were amazed at how social she was.

-You took notes down, not listening to the conversation until Rose poked your shoulder.

-"Mummy can I go with Tony to get pop tarts?"

-You smiled, looking at Tony and then her.

-"Just don't kidnap my daughter, Stark."

-He laughed and Rosie ran over to him, taking his hand as he led her out of the room.

-"So. Stark eh?"

-And that's how Bruce found out about your crush on the billionaire.

-Because your daughter basically told them.

-It became a normal thing for Rose to come to the lab on Mondays.

-At 4, she and Tony would get pop tarts from the kitchen while Bruce tried convincing you to make a move.

-"No!" You'd tell him.

-"Come on."

-It's not like Tony didn't know.

-He so knew about that silly crush.

-Unless it was more.

-I mean, Rose did kind of tell him

-And all the blushing didn't help.

-Who are we kidding, it was so much more.

-You hadn't felt this kind of thing since your ex husband and you were newly married.

-Sweetheart.

-Please tell me you understand that was basically five years ago.

-"Mummy, mummy!"

-Rose came skipping back from her trip to the kitchen with Tony one day.

-She did her signature grabby hands at you.

-Once you picked her up, she 'whispered'

-"I think Tobi likes you too mama."

-That was her nickname for him since they had met.

-She refused to ever call him Tony.

-That emitted an awkward month or two between you and Tony.

-One day, Bruce was helping Rosie pack her small school bag in the living room.

-You removed your lab coat, going to grab your bag.

-"(Y/N)?"

-Facing Tony, you took a deep breath.

-"Hey Tobi."

-Without a word, he walked over to you, cupping your cheeks and kissing you with all the passion he could muster.

-God.

-You didn't think he was that good of a kisser.

-"I've waited a long time for that."

-Tony was smiling widely not a second after the words left your mouth.

-He couldn't help but peck your lips once more, giggling slightly afterwards.

-And from then on, date nights with Tony and Rose became a thing.

-You'd have dinner and watch a movie at your place.

-Rose would be sandwiched between you and Tony.

-The three of you watched Disney movies because yes.

-And when Rose would start drifting to sleep, Tony would insist he put her to bed.

-One night, Tony sat down next to you, just having put Rose to bed.

-He looked like he had seen a ghost.

-Or Asgard.

-Same difference

-"She called me daddy. She said 'Goodnight daddy.'"

-So Tony was now 'daddy' or 'dad' to her.

-And he loved it.

-Absolutely loved it.

-It was like he had a family of his own.

-Something he's wanted since he met you.

-You'd often ask Steve and Bucky to babysit her when you wanted time alone.

-"No worries, you and Tony have fun."

-You'd never fail to catch Bucky's suggestive tone.

-But he wasn't wrong.

-I mean, what else would you and Tony do alone?

-You both loved having Rosie around, so rationally the only thing you'd do without her was - well - the deed.

-You and Tony got married two years into the relationship.

-Little Rosie was your flower girl.

-You spent your night dancing with Tony and Rosie.

-God you loved them with all your heart.

-After a few months, you and Tony got some awesome news.

-Well it's also wicked news for Rose.

-You were pregnant!

-Of course you were pregnant.

-Can't marry Tony Stark and expect not to get pregnant.

-You got another girl who you named Morgan

-And Rosie took care of her as much as she could.

-Having a mature seven year old who wanted to help when Tony was busy with work was absolutely fantastic.

-Morgan turned out to be a sassy and more confident version of Rose.

-Luckily for everyone, this marriage worked out.

-And you lived happily ever after.

-Goodnight everybody.

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hiddens-eden · 4 years ago

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That Bitch!!

Word count: A lot

Pronouns: He/Him

Paring: Reader x Male!Avengers

Spelling checked: No

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, Homophobia, cussing, minor assult, possibly triggering (idk)

Summary: High school Au, where reader is not very popular and the senior prom comes around. Though, just because he's not popular does not mean he doesn't have admirers. Say most of the male avengers (because I'm a slut for a reverse-harem). But with admirers, there will be haters. However, (Y/N) knows how to put them in their place.

"Soooo, (Y/N) the senior prom is coming around" You lifted your head from your book to see your two best friends, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff

"And?"

"What do you mean and? Prom is the most important part of senior year!" you saw Wanda's face turn into a pout

"Even if I wanted to go, I don't have anyone to go with. The boys here avoid me like the plague" you started to go back to your book when Natasha grabbed it, putting it on her desk

"They only do that because they like you, and they're boys. If it makes you feel better, I don't have a date"

You looked at Natasha with confusion covering your face "How? You're one of the best people I know"

"To be honest, it's because boys are skank's" She shrugged

"Hey! Not all of them are!"

"You only say that because of Vision" you saw a Natasha smirk while Wanda blushed and turned away

"Not all of us will remain single for the rest of our day's" she may have tried to mumble her response, but you heard her and chuckled

"Even so, I'm not going"

Hearing that, the boy's lost all hope. To be honest, they all were going to try and ask you to the dance

"Then go with us" Natasha more demanded than asked

"What about Wanda" you turned to her "Aren't you going with Vision?"

"Well, as we always say bro's before hoe's" (que Vision sulking in the corner) the three of you burst out into a fit of laughter

"I-I guess" you managed to choke out between laughs

"Then come on!" Natasha pulled you out of your seat

"Where are we going?"

"To get some clothes for prom, duh" as the three of you made your way out of the classroom and into the hallways you were stopped by Peggy Carter and Pepper Pots

"What do you guys want" you asked scowling

"Cut the shit (Y/N)" Pepper sneere

"What are you talking about?"

"You're trying to seduce all of the guy's in the school!" Peggy shouted

"...What?"

"You heard me!"

You looked to Natasha and Wanda "Do you know what they're talking about?

They both shrugged and shook their heads

"LIARS!!!" Pepper screamed

The commotion drew the attention of the students that were in the classroom and hallways

"What the hell is going on..."

"Don't know let's just go" Wanda tried to push you past the two girls, but before you could go anywhere Peggy grabbed your arm tightly

"STEVE WILL BE MINE!!! SO DON'T TRY AND TAKE HIM AWAY" she raised her other hand and slapped you across the face. The people watching let out a collective gasp and wondered what you would do

"THE SAME WITH TONY" Pepper raised her hand to slap you too but was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist and her body couldn't move either. It was Natasha and Wanda

"Slap him one more time I break your wrist" Natasha clutched Pepper's wrist even tighter earning a hiss from the woman

"Maybe I should break her legs for good measure" Wanda stated coldly

You put a hand on their shoulders causing them to turn to you "Stop, if Peggy's slap is anything to go by, it would not have hurt. Just release them so we can go" They let her go reluctantly, but not without giving her one last glare. As you were about to leave you hear a classroom door open and turned to see the men of the hour, Steve and Tony

Immediately the two girls ran to the guy's whining about how you 'assaulted them'

"What the actual fuck"

"Really Peggy?" Steve asked

"Yeah! I was so scared!"

Then the crowd of people started to yell about how you were the victim, you only grinned. Tony and Steve looked enraged

"Why would you lie about something like that!?" Tony shouted

"What's wrong with you two?!" Steve spat walking towards you

"(Y/N) I'm sorry they did that to you" he looked down sadly

You lifted his chin up to look down at you(unfortunately you were shorter than Steve) "It's not your fault they're crazy. Don't beat yourself up that much" You turned his head to the side and planted a kiss on his cheek "I'll see you later Steve"

You turned and started to walk away with your friends in tow. Leaving a blushing Steven and extremely jealous group of males

"He has no idea what he just did, does he?" Natasha asked Wanda

She shook her head "Not a clue"

"Well lets get this over with"

They nodded and started to search for Tux's and Dresses stores. Once you found one, you all got your own fitted and talored dress and tuxedo's. Natasha doesn't really like dresses so she got a white women's tux. Wanda got an elegant white dress that draped behind her. You got a white tux with flower-like adornments. You all like the fact that you were somewhat matching. The girls completely gushed about how good you looked, but you had a weird feeling.

"I'm going to get another outfit just in case"

"Just in case what?" Wanda asked

"In case a pair of crazy ass girls decide to pull a prom cliché and try and ruin my suit"

"Seems reasonable"

You started looking around for a suit and you found it. An outfit that made you smile happily. You turned to your friends showing them the outfit "Found it"

They just smirked and nodded

~Next Day~

The last thing you were expecting today was to get asked to prom by one of the hottest guys in your school, but here you were. Steve Rogers was infront of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, shyly rubbing the back of his head

"I'm sorry Steve, but I'm going with my friends" once you said that he looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn't take it! So, you sighed.

"However, even though I won't be able to go to prom with you" you took the flowers from his hand "I'm willing to go wherever you want anytime your free" you smiled softly at him. He immediately perked up and gave a fast nod, making you chuckle. He asked for your number and you gave it to him and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before running off. 'Guess that's payback' you blushed hiding your face behind the flowers.

Over the week until prom you kept getting asked to the dance by almost every guy in your school. But, again you turned them down and re-scheduled making them happy. However, with most of the boy's attention on you, some of the girls started to get jealous. They would make snide remarks hoping to hurt you, but they never did. Afterall, you had your friends and they can help you through anything.

~Prom Day~

"Are you sure we should do this?" you were REALLY nervous

"Come on! Don't puss out now!" Natasha teased

"Yeah! You came this far already!" Wanda smiled

You sighed and straightened your posture "Yeah, you guys are right. Let's get in there!" You cheered along with your friends and opened the prom room door

Narrator PoV

As the door opened, someone looked over to it letting out a gasp at what they saw. This caused most of the people in the room to follow their sight and look at the door as well. Eyes widen at the sheer beauty of the new arrivals

(Y/N);

Natasha;

Wanda;

~Out of Narrator PoV~

"Guy's they're looking at us" you wanted to perish right then and there, but your friends put a reassuring hand on your shoulder

"They're looking at us because we're the most gorgeous things they've ever seen" Wanda grinned as you all walked through the room catching everyone's eyes

"Just lean into the attention" Natasha said to you

"I'll try" you chuckled lightly

"(Y/N)!) you looked behind you to see Steve waving at you, then start blushing

"Don't you look dashing Steve" you grinned at him as he turned an even darker red

"Maybe, but not as dashing as you" you both chuckled and started talking to each other

"Wow forgotten already" Wanda wiped an imaginary tear from her eye

"Oh! I'm sorry guys!" You apologized profusely

"Don't worry about it! I'll just go and find Vision. Have fun~" Wanda winked before leaving

"I'll go find Clint too, he's sad he didn't get to go with you" she chuckled before walking off

"They're both something" you smiled before turning back to Steve

You and Steve kept chatting and joking with each other. While you were talking you noticed Tony, Peitro, Thor, Bruce, Bucky, Stephen all gather around you joining in your conversation. You didn't mind, but Steve is another story. He was giving small glares to everyone who talked to you.

You were talking to Tony and Bruce about upcoming tech when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to be met with a bucket full of red fruit punch. You wiped your eyes to see Peggy, Pepper, and some other girls smirking.

"Thats what you get you stupid slut!"

"Know your place!"

"Just leave so we don't have to see you!"

A chill ran down yourself as you turned to see the guy's glaring coldly at the girls, ready to throw the "You should never hit a girl" rule out the window

You just sighed and signaled for them to stand down. Then, you looked towards Wanda and Natasha, giving them a nod and making your way to the exit.

The boy's tried to get to you, but Wanda and Natasha stopped them while smirking

"Yeah, you better get out of here whore!"

"He's probably going to cry!"

"Pathetic!"

"Who would ever love something like that!"

"Besides, dating a guy when you are one is disgusting!"

"Yeah! They need a strong woman in their life!"

This made the boy's heated. They are ready to destroy these girls for talking shit about you, but they were stopped by Wanda and Natasha again

"Why do you keep stopping us!?" Thor boomed

"He'll deal with them, just be patient" Natasha said firmly

"And we think you'll like him even more when he gets back" Wanda's smirk grew

Needless to say, they were all confused. But they let it slide...for now. Minutes passed and the girls were still talking about you. The guys are on the edge of their seats ready to pummel every single one of them. But then the door opened making everyone's head turn and eyes widen. Their jaws were on the floor as you walked in sauntering over to the girls

(Y/N)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over you shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

(this is all optional, you can change it if you want)

You wore a black crop-top shirt with a black crop-top leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Possibly the most catching thing about your new look was your dress pants with thigh-high boots. Once you reached the girls you took off your shades to reveal a beautiful make-up look

"Ugh! You're a guy! You shouldn't be wearing make-up you slut!"

"I may be a slut, but I'm the baddest slut out there. You're just mad because no matter how hard you try you'll never be like me and I also figured out why you obsess over guys who want nothing to do with you. Your father probably left you and your family because he said he was going to get milk, so that left you without a prominent male figure in your life"

"Wha-"

"And when you attempt to get guys you have no chance with it somehow fills that hole of longing you have. You don't love them, you see them as a tool you can use for your own wishes"

"I-"

"I'm not done. Why are you homophobic? Because you can't help it when someone can share their sexuality without being afraid and you can't? Because it's not 'natural'? Let me remind you that just because something is natural does not mean it's good. Besides, it is natural considering it's been observed across many species. Even ones who have not been in contact with humans. So, I suggest you shut up and leave because I don't allow cunts in my presence" you put your shades back on and walked to the group of males + your friends

The girls started crying and ran out of the room with their faces in their hands

"Woah, (Y/N) that was badass" Natasha gave you a high five

"Good thing I recorded it" Wanda said holding her phone

"Wait what! Delete it!"

"Too late I already posted it! :P" Wanda giggled

The boys weren't paying attention since that whole encounter got them *ahem* excited, so now they're trying to calm themselves down

As the prom slowly started to resume (Y/N) was asked by almost everyone to dance which he of course obliged. He kept getting complimented about his looks and how he told each girl off. Soon it was time to announce the prom King and Queen. (Y/N) voted for (M!Avenger Name) as prom King and (Wanda or Natasha) as prom Queen

"Now it's time to reveal the prom King and Queen!" everyone started to clap and cheer in anticipation

"This year's prom King is....(Y/N) (L/N)!!!"

You were shocked! You weren't even a candidate as far as you knew. You slowly made your way to the stage as everyone started to cheer for you. Once on the stage, you were given your crown and sash by the previous prom King who congratulated you.

"Now for this year's prom Queen!" she opened the envelope

"This year's prom Queen is...(Y/N) (L/N)?" she said with confusion, but the crowd cheered even louder

The teacher looked towards the Principle who came on the stage "It seems that the majority of you voted for (Y/N) twice. Since this has never happened before we have decided that (Y/N) will be this year's prom King AND Queen!!" The previous prom Queen put the sash on you and gave you the crown to hold. She smiled and congratulated you. You were still in shock 'Prom King and Queen?!'

"(Y/N)! As the prom King and Queen, do you have a few words for the crowd?"

You stepped up to the mic "(Y/N) (L/N) breaking gender norms since (birth year)!" everyone laughed and you chuckled "One more thing, if someone tries to hurt or degrade you, look to your loved ones for help. They will always be there for you and if not then give me a call at (***)-***-**** I'll be there for you" you winked and started walking off the stage

Once you were off the stage you were swarmed by a huge crowd

"(Y/N)! Congrats!!!"

"That was such a good speech!"

"You rock!"

"You're so amazing!!"

"Thank you everyone!" you smiled making all of them swoon

"Hey, (Y/N) guess what I did" you looked at Wanda

"What did you do?"

"I may or may not have recorded not only you confronting the girls, but the prom King and Queen ceremony and posted it online" she giggled nervously

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"Kill me now"

"(Y/N), No!"

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Pictures used are not mine! Will I do a part 2? Maybe! Bye my little otaku's!

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my-emotional-self · 4 years ago

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Toxic Love Chapter 16

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing. But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy), mentions of suicide, flashbacks of suicide, nightmares, panic attacks

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story! I apologize in advance!

“Do you have your taser?” Steve and Bucky said collectively as you gathered your purse in your arms and slipped on your shoes.

“Oh my god,” you giggled your response. “Yes, I do.”

It was the day after your surprise birthday party and since you were now going to be heading to St. Lucia tomorrow, you realized you didn’t have much clothing for any kind of tropical place. Darcy had quickly agreed to go shopping with you and that’s why you were leaving the tower.

In the last month you barely left the tower. Not that you felt imprisoned at all. No. It was that you were comfortable. Now that everything was out in the open with Steve and Bucky, you didn’t feel the need to leave the tower much. The last time you left was for your appointment with Dr. Wang and both Steve and Bucky took you there.

They were the ones who normally liked to go with you out of the tower, but since they would be on vacation with you for a whole week, they needed to get some last minute things done for any upcoming missions. So, it would be you and Darcy and you were really excited to spend some time with her.

“Be safe and be good,” Steve said as he gave you a chaste kiss to your lips. You smiled at him, nodding your head.

“I don’t want to get a call that you are in jail,” Bucky joked as he kissed you next.

“It’s only going to be me and Darcy going shopping and out to brunch,” you replied, folding your arms in front of your chest.

“That’s what we’re worried about,” came Steve’s smart ass remark.

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“How many swimsuits do you own?” Darcy asked as the two of you walked down the sidewalk where all the good shopping was. Clint had dropped you two off seeing as neither Steve nor Bucky wanted you two walking that far and you had agreed to stay within a certain radius of where the shopping and dining was. Especially after they found out that John or John’s friends had been sending you threatening letters and messages. But what you didn’t know, was that the bracelet that Steve and Bucky got you for your birthday, also had a tracker in it. They planned on telling you while on vacation, but it brought them a piece of mind and set them at ease while you weren’t with them.

“Umm, I honestly don’t think I even own one,” you remarked.

“Shut the front door. How do you not even own one swimsuit?”

You gave her a shrug. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t really have any time or anywhere to go swimming recently. Before meeting Steve and Bucky, I never really got out to do much at all.”

Darcy linked her arm with yours and smiled at you. “Well, I’m glad I’ve met you because now I get some more girl time. With Nat being away on missions more often than Clint, I get stuck with him a lot.”

“Oh come on. You love him and you know it,” you teased back.

She sighed, “I do. I really do. But he is obsessed with going into the vents at the tower and he always wants me to go. He doesn’t realize that I have boobs and a butt that most certainly won’t fit in those vents.”

The two broke out into laughter and you loved how easy it was being around your friend. You didn’t have many friends growing up. With your parents mental health issues, you didn’t want to bring anyone over to the house and when you were invited over for a sleep over or to hang out somewhere else, you always said no because you felt like you had to keep an eye on your parents.

“Oooh, get this one!” Darcy put the slinkiest red bikini in your hands and your eyes grew wide at how little fabric there was.

“Darcy, there is literally nothing to this bikini,” you whispered to her, heat flooding your cheeks at the thought of wearing something like this at the beach.

“That’s the point! You’re on vacation with two of the hottest men in the world whom, by the way, you have wrapped around your finger. And plus, Tony’s place has its own private beach meaning no one else but you three get access to it,” Darcy spoke as she continued to look at more bathing suits. She did have a good point, but you would still feel utterly exposed in something like this. “And we’ll just get you a few more suits for when you want to go to the public beaches.”

“How many suits do you think I should get?”

“Uhh, at least seven. You’re going to be there for a whole week so you need to have one for each day.”

While you had more than enough money in your bank account, you realized Darcy had a major shopping problem and she was to help you drain it dry. At least she offered to buy you lunch today.

The two of you shopped for a few more hours. The sun was shining high in the sky and it felt so good to get fresh air and spend some girl time with Darcy. She helped you pick out a bunch of new clothes including some light weight dresses as she thought all your clothing was too dark and heavy for some place tropical, swim suit cover ups and her personal favorite, lingerie. You didn’t own anything more than a few matching pairs of bras and underwear and they weren’t even lace. Darcy was an expert at lingerie, stating both Natasha and Clint loved seeing her in it.

While you had spent a bit more than you wanted to, you knew it was for something good. Spending an entire week with your two soulmates on a tropical island for a vacation sounded heavenly and you couldn’t wait for it to be tomorrow already. Never in your life had you gone on vacation, let alone a vacation that is fully paid for.

After lunch, the two of you went to Target to pick up some last minute essentials and a few travel sized items. Darcy explained that Tony would have everything covered at the beach house but you just wanted to be on the safe side.

Once done, Darcy called Clint to pick you two up and you headed back to the tower. Your feet were killing you, even though you wore your comfiest pair of shoes. It was a long day on your feet and you couldn’t wait to get this vacation started.

“Honey I’m home,” you sand as the elevator doors opened to your apartment.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were in the living room or kitchen as you walked into the apartment. There was however a note sitting on the kitchen counter for you.

Y/N,

We hope you had fun shopping with Darcy today and we can’t wait to spend the next week with you in paradise. We had a few errands of our own to run and will be back in time for dinner.

Xoxo

Steve and Bucky

While they could have easily sent you a text telling you they would be out for a little bit, you couldn’t help but smile at how old fashioned they were. Honestly, you loved the notes they had left around the apartment for you to find. Sometimes on your pillow when you woke up, or a sticky note attached to your mirror in the bathroom. It was little sentiments like that, that made your heart swell with pride knowing they were all yours.

With your numerous bags in hand, you headed to your bedroom so you can begin packing for your week in paradise.

Dumping your purse and bags on your large bed, you went into the closet and you pulled out the suitcase that Darcy lent you. Hauling the suitcase onto your bed with a grunt, you opened it and admired just how much space there was in the suitcase. At least you didn’t have to pay extra for the large suitcase since you were taking Tony’s private jet.

Just thing, your phone alerted you to a text message. Rummaging it out of your purse, you turned your phone on. The smile instantly wiped from your face. Your blood running cold as you started at the words.

I’ll be seeing you soon babe. I can’t wait to get my hands on your precious body. –J

Your heart began to race. It was getting harder to breathe.

“Miss Y/N,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoed faintly in the room. Your vision started to get blurry and you didn’t know if that was from the tears or if you were having a panic attack. “I am calling Captain Rogers right now.”

Your knees buckled from under you as you reached onto the bed to somewhat break your fall. This couldn’t be happening. How did he get your number? He knew where you used to live, but you had changed your number and made sure to not give it out to anyone. How could he possibly have gotten your phone number? Your breathing was ragged and you were beginning to gasp for air. If he had your phone number, that meant he was closer than ever to you. Closer to finding you. But he was still in prison, he was still locked up. Right?

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s voice came over the speakers. “What’s going on? F.R.I.D.A.Y said your heartbeat is skyrocketing.”

“He-he, John,” you couldn’t get the words out as you were gasping for air.

“Breathe doll,” now it was Bucky’s voice you were hearing. “Just breathe. We are in the elevator right now coming to you but you have to breathe.”

You tried. Fuck did you try to breathe but it was so hard. It felt like someone was squeezing your chest. It hurt. You hurt. Your vision began to go dark as you faintly heard your name being called over and over again.

Slumping down on the ground, you thought this was it. This was how you were going to die. Alone. Terrified. This isn’t how you wanted to die. You wanted to die old and wrinkly with Steve and Bucky by your side, not like this.

Before you could full go unconscious, you felt yourself being picked up in strong arms. Your vision slowly coming back and you realized you were on your bed, sitting down with your back against something hard and firm, yet soft at the same time.

“Y/N? Sweetheart can you hear me?” Steve’s worried voice consumed your mind as you slowly began to blink, seeing him kneeling in front of you on the bed. It was then that you realized you were laying against Bucky, his metal arm around your front and holding your chest tightly to him. “Good girl. There’s our girl. Now I need you to breathe. Feel Bucky breathing behind you. Match his breathing sweet girl.”

You took a few gasping breaths and you could feel Bucky’s heartbeat against your back. Doing as best you could, you could begin to feel your heartbeat starting to regulate. Reaching up, you placed your hand over Bucky’s metal arm, wanting to keep anchored to him.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, what happened?” Steve’s voice was calm and collected now as he watched you start to finally relax, eyes closed.

“It appears Miss Y/N had a massive panic attack,” the A.I responded.

You could hear Steve take a deep sigh and you opened your eyes, finding his blue orbs staring back at you. “What brought this one sweetheart?”

Instantly your chin began to quiver. “Wh-where’s my pho-phone?” you choked out?

Steve looked around the floor for your phone as you Bucky kept you anchored to him. You felt as if you were to move from your position you would fall apart.

Once Steve found your phone, he handed it to you. You didn’t want to look at it. You couldn’t. Instead, you shook your head and with the saddest voice, you told him to open it.

He looked between you and Bucky and then down to your phone in his hand. You didn’t have a password on it so Steve pressed the button on the side to light your phone up. He didn’t even need to swipe to open. He saw the text. It was right there, staring back at him. Steve’s hand gripped your phone so tight you were honestly shocked he didn’t break the phone in half.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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Summary- 1.6k Bucky x Y/N. with appearances of Steve, Sam, Nat, and Clint. Its Natashas birthday and you lost the balloons. Time to improvise much to Buckys dismay. No warnings, Fluff. Hints of smut kinda mentioned. Written for @kitkatd7 250 Writing Challenge, Congrats babes on your milestone! Prompt is in bold italiacs. Thank you @nsfwsebbie for basically supplying the idea for this.

“NO! NONONONO!” You cry out as all the fucking balloons shot out of your car and you leapt to catch the string tying them all together, but a breeze just happened to flutter it out of your grasp, and there they go. Bright beautiful colors of purples, greens, blues, reds... gone. All gone. Up to the heavens. Or over to the next freaking state.

In your arms your trying to juggle a cake and a bag or decorations for the compound. It was Nats birthday, and you taken it upon yourself to decorate the common room for a surprise party. And now you had no god damn balloons. Just about defeated with it, since there was no time to order more, get them blown up, drive all the way back into town before the party was due to start. Going up to the main doors, Friday scanned you and allowed you entrance, making your way to the elevator and upper floors, pondering your dilemma.

Once the elevators bell chimed and you stepped off, a somewhat ridiculous thought began to tickle in your mind. Bucky joking last night showed you a youtube video of people blowing up condoms to see how big they could get. At the time, it was good for a laugh, you teasing that he still needed the xl. Needless to say, it boosted Buckys ego and benefited you.

BUT there was still a mostly full box in the nightstand, and although not decorative, you could still blow them up, put them around the common room. In fact, you had your paint kit still set up in the living room. Sliding the cake into the common rooms fridge and ditching the bag on the counter, you rushed up the the avengers apartments, and let yourself into Buckys. You only had a couple hours to pull this off, but if you could... it was going to be awesome.

Bucky finished training with Steve and Sam, all three of them heading to there respective floor to shower and change. Sam dug out his phone and took a look at the time. “Y/N will have our ass if were not in the common room soon to help her set up for Nat.”

Steve leaned over to glance at the time over Sams shoulder himself and nodded. “I will stop over to help you guys bring stuff down in about half an hour Buck. I know shes been planning hard for this.”

About a week ago you told the guys you were recruiting all of them. Bucky, Steve and Sam were gonna help you set up, Clint had the mission of keeping Nat occupied,Tony well he occupied the space, everyone else just had to show up by 6 pm. “Yea, shes been pretty excited about getting this ready for Natasha. She will have all our asses if we dont show up.”

Sam sniggered a bit as the door opens “Yea Barnes your ass be sleeping on the couch a good month or two.” Bucky flipped him off as he walked into his own apartment and shut the door.

“Y/N? Im just gonna jump in the show-” He walked into the living room to see you surrounded by clear oddly shaped balloons, that you were oh so delicately painting. You heavily concentrating, the tip of your tongue peeking out and your head is bent over the balloon, Bucky picks up a dry one and flips it around to see youve painted flowers and Natshas symbol all over them. “How come your painting the balloons? And why are they all... weird looking.” Buckys studing them closer, flipping to the opposite end of where its tied off to see it had what looked like a little nipple on it.

“Dont you dare pop them Barnes, or your ass is grass” You mutter without looking up, setting the one you just finished aside and grabbing another. Thats when Bucky sees the box next to you with all the empty wrappers. “The ones I bought, they escaped out the car door and blew away. This is an emergency.”

ALL OF THEM.

Thats when he took a closer look at the “balloons” and he groaned, covering his face with his hand.

“Are those the box of condoms I just bought for us?”

Your dabbing your paintbrush in the black paint for a black widow spider. “do you wanna know the truth Buck, or do you want me to lie and say no?”

“Was it the entire box?”

You balk and had the good sense to look a bit sorry, glancing around the room at the scattering of condoms all blown up out of shape and painted bright lovely colors. “Errrrr, I really thought you might have another one, stashed somewhere for emergencies?”

“Why would I? Never mind.” He waved his hand and grumbled under his breath. “I thought you loved me.” he teased.

Hopping up and wading through the condoms, you grasp Bucky Barnes face and give him the hottest kiss you could, making him grasp your hips in surprise and his brows arch, pulling you in closer. Your paint covered hands smeared colors around his neck as you wrapped your arms there. “Course I do handsome, and thank you for your contribution to tonight's activities. I bet I can find us a few to make up for using your brand new box.” You smirk at him and wiggle brows.

“Oh, to the street corner store?”

You snort and roll your eyes. “Hell no, Im thinking in building. Over sized Pigeon must have some at his place. You occupy Sam, and I will put my secret stealth skills to work. Now you... shower.”

Pushing him to go, hes laughing the whole time hes headed into the bathroom, you start to clean up your brushes and once he returns, Steve is knocking on the door, and helps himself in when you call out for him to just let himself in. “Hey Rogers, I need you guys to bring these down and tie them around the room.” Your back in your on the floor cross legged position, tying ribbon on the ends so they would be hung around the room. “And scatter some on the counters, table, etc.” You direct the two of them, Sam then arriving in the room.

“Did you not order some?” Steve asked as he bent down, collecting the strings to bring them to the common room.

“I uhh, wanted to paint them and thought these would just look better. Listen Rogers, I pay you just to look pretty, okay. Dont question my crazy, okay buddy.”

Bucky is snorting in laughter as he grabs a fistful, and you tie up the last couple and hand them off to Sam. Steve is sighing at you. “Just a question Y/N, damn woman... I wont question your ‘crazy’ anymore.”

“Good, ask Buck, it never pays off anyways. I will be down in a few minutes. I just gotta clean up a bit.” Without another word, they left, and you, well you had to get dressed and see how well Sam locked up his apartment.

The party, Natasha was surprised to say the least, which you took great pride in being able to fool the spy. Everyone had a great time, with way to much food and alcohol to be able to move once you crashed into Buckys lap on the couch, your fingers carding through his now shorter hair and nuzzling his ear. “Did you have fun?” You ask him, and his hand rests just under under the hem of your dress, his thumb sweeping back and forth gently.

“I did baby, better yet I think Natasha did to” Directing his gaze where Nat was half laying upside down on the couch, bouncing one of the balloons and giggling, from way to much vodka. Clint was next to her, bouncing his own condom balloon when it suddenly popped and shot across the room from the elasticity to fall at Steves feet.

He picked it up, and thats when realization hit him what the balloons were made out of, his eye brows shooting up in surprise, Sam came up beside him and plucked it out of his hand, bursting out laughing.

“I cant believe it, they are god damn condoms, I knew it! They werent no regular balloons.” Hes waving the phallic shaped rubber like its a prize, and you bite your lip to keep quiet, your face going a bit red. Bucky is shaking underneath you though with actual laughter, and Nat, well she flips herself right side up and pops another one, stretching it out once its deflated and snorts. “well hell if you can use them now. They lost all there stretchy stretch stretch.” she giggles at herself.

“well no, they wouldnt be safe to use after I blew them up and out of shape.” You shrug, while Clint now takes the other end that Nat was messing with and stretches them further to see just how far it would go before shooting it across the room into the vodka punch.

“Guess Barnes aint getting lucky tonight” Sam remarks when he crashes down on the other side of the couch, and heres where your grinning to yourself.

“Well actually Wilson...” you move to a stand and take Buckys hand to have him stand up to, you dig in your dress pockets (cause your cool like that) and pull out what looks to be a brand new box, waving it. “You were able to fix that problem for us to.”

“What the hell, did you break into my apartment for those?!” Sam barks out with a touch of disbelief, and now its Steves turn to laugh so hard hes crying.

“Thanks for that man!” Barnes salutes Sam and you grab his hand, tugging him along with you back to the elevator. Sam still a bit slack jaw in surprise, Steve holding his side laughing and Natasha is giving you the thumbs up while the door is closing.

“At least someone is getting lucky on my birthday. Alright Clint, lets line up those shots again. Birthday toast to getting lucky!”

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buckybarnesbingo · 5 years ago

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The amazing results of last night’s game, “3 Prompt Summary”!

Everyone threw in three prompts, and then let loose on the prompts and created fanfic summaries based on the prompts! There are a lot of VERY INTERESTING ideas in this bunch!

Here’s the first example round...

Prompts from LLightz - soulmates, Steve/Bucky, dog

Summary by @rebelmeg - A dog. His soulmark was a dog. Which was no problem, Bucky liked dogs. But... a dog?! A golden retriever with a smiley dog face and a blue collar. Go figure.

The rest are under the cut! There are a lot of them, and they are so cool! There’s an amazing mix of characters, prompts, angst, fluff, crack, and everything in between.

Prompts from @magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation, Stark Expo, butterfly kisses

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - How Strange lost Levi was beyond him. But he assumed it had to do with the smitten Super Soldier and Engineer. Somehow Levi had it in his mind that those two needed some help. So, Strange knowing that they were to be at the next Stark Expo opened a portal. Finding his cloak planting butterfly kisses on Stark's cheek was something he didn't expect at all.

Prompts from @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @themadhalewrites - When a pride parade ends up in Bucky’s Coffee Shop he ends up not only having to clean up the glitter but now his glitter soulmate mark that matches up with the parade leader Sam Wilson makes sense.

Prompts from LLightz - Enemies to Lovers, Highlander, Stucky

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Being alone for so long has hardened Bucky's heart. He had lost everything back then. His friend, his brother, his lover. All to another Highlander going by the name Captain America. What a travesty. Since then Bucky had tried to hunt him down. His sworn enemy with eyes so similar to his former love.

Prompts from @dreaminglypeach - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @rebelmeg - Bucky didn't understand it. The entire Stark Lakehouse, but there wasn't a single couch or guest bedroom open? At least, not unless Morgan Stark was willing to give up her bed, which, given the obstinate expression on the little girl's face (and WOW did she look like her dad), she was not about to share. Luckily, Pepper comes to the rescue. Albeit, in a kind of weird way...

Prompts from @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - Sam hates coffee. Like, really hates it. Won’t drink it, can barely even stand to smell it, even talking about it makes him feel vaguely queasy. Why, then, does he work in a coffee shop? That, my friends, is a long story, involving glitter, puppies, and the incredible stubbornness of a dumbass named Steve Rogers.

Prompts from @themadhalewrites - Lost, Hidden Love, Mystery Child.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Oh the f*ck Tony managed to get lost in this freaking forest was a mystery. Just like the child with brown hair, and steel grey eyes following him, hiding in the trees now and then but always there. Tony could feel it on his skin. How should he know, that the child, was the man, Tony had loved so fiercely but has had to hide it for James was not of the same standing like him.

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - Love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by LLightz - They'd had just the one date... Nat and Clint had set them up... pretending it was a chance encounter at their local gym, but he would have noticed the gorgeous brunette with the soft wavy hair and sky blue eyes if he'd ever been there before... It had been love at first sight... but he hadn't shown for their second date, and the number he had been given for him kept going to an invalid number…

Prompts by

@rebelmeg - Sam Wilson

@themadhalewrites - hidden love

@dreaminglypeach - Pepper

Summary by @magicadraconia - Pepper had always had a thing for boys in an Air Force uniform (her crush on Rhodey had lasted for years), so it was natural that that would expand to include the newest Avenger as well. It was just such a pity that Sam Wilson was now a wanted fugitive and hiding out from the world somewhere. Oh, well, she was about due a vacation anyway. Perhaps she'd try Wakanda this time…

Prompts by @rebelmeg - coffeeshop AU, glitter, Sam Wilson

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Glitter. It had to be glitter. Now he had glitter in his hair, glitter in his clothes, probably also in his underwear and glitter in his coffee. He was so done. Sam wanted nothing more than to smack Bucky for this. And he would, if Bucky wasn't the cutest and hottest barista in town.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Pepper, only one bed, kidfic

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Pepper was a godsend. No one and nothing would ever convince Tony of something else. Even though he was a bit miffed that he had missed out on the end that was fun. No Steve, James and Tony had to get deaged to their kid years. All included. And dang, considering the pics, the three of them had been clingy at hell, sharing everything after they had to share one bed, because Tony hadn't put in more than one guest bed in the lake house.

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity - love at first sight

LLightz - highlander

@Magicadraconia - butterfly kisses

Summary by @rebelmeg - It had been like something out of a period film, or a romance novel, the moment he appeared out of the mist. His shoulder-length hair was damp, and tiny droplets even clung to the stubbled on his face, the jawline so sharp it was like glass. And it was utterly unfair how amazing those legs looked in a kilt. But that? Had been nothing compared to the way it felt when he reached out, his palm calloused, leaving the softest of touches on a warm cheek. Like butterfly kisses... Love at first sight wasn't supposed to be a real thing. It wasn't. And maybe this wasn't it. It could have been something else that sent the heart racing, goosebumps rising up over every inch of skin, a swooping sensation in the stomach that spun like dizziness. Could have been something else. Right?

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - love at first sight, missing, one date

Summary by @themadhalewrites - Stephen had only briefly caught sight of the man during the absolute carnage that was the Battle of New York, but just that glimpse was enough to make his heart race for a different reason than the adrenaline that had been pushing him until now. But he was never able to find the man; it was like he'd vanished into thin air. It isn't until he becomes the Sorcerer Supreme - with the ability to travel the multiverse - that he's able to find the man again. Now if only he could muster the courage to ask for a date…

Prompts by

@themadhalewrites - Mystery Child & Lost

@magicadraconia - Cloak of Levitation

@dreaminglypeach - Pepper

@rebelmeg - Glitter & Coffeshop

Summary by LLightz - He should never have taken it off in the coffee shop, but he'd been trying to shake off all the damn glitter that had caught on it from all the paraders outside, and then he'd been distracted by the long-legged strawberry blonde who'd brought him the iced mocha... and now the priceless cloak of levitation was missing! That mysterious kid had run past so it was possible he might have snatched it, but there were so many people around that he didn't know where to start looking... Strange was going to kill him !!!

Prompts by @rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Iron Mouse was supposed to be a joke, not a thing. Rhodey was snickering madly while Sam grinned mischievously. Tony hated his friends and coworkers. He was a god damn baker, not a pet caregiver. Well... until now apparently.

Prompts by @fightingforcreativity - Love letter, grieving, dancing

Summary by @themadhalewrites - He never expected that while we was grieving the death of a Tony, he would recieve a video love letter from Tony where he was drunk dancing to horrible music.

Prompts by @magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - "And there you can follow the line of Taurus, then there is-"

"oh you're a wise fella, huh?"

"What-"

The brunet came closer and Tony saw that it was indeed the super soldier. "Mind if I sit and listen? Ma used to tell me about all the stars but I can't..."

Tony didn't need that sentence to be ended. He knew what Bucky was about to say, and he didn't want to hear the hurt so he interrupted with: "Only if you make that chicken soup for me and Morgan you did the other day."

Prompts by LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

Summary by @rebelmeg - Okay, so jumping out of a plane had been unplanned, but that's what parachutes were for. And now, Bucky was basically just having a nice, lazy float down, watching the world rise up to meet him with idle interest. At least... until he realized that he was drifting rather closer to the lake than he'd like. And, um... was there supposed to be something huge and MOVING in there?!

Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @dreaminglypeach - “I can explain, Pep!” Tony gushes, desperate to get the words out before she comes to her own conclusion about what’s going on here. “I know she said it’s mine, but it isn’t, I swear, there hasn’t been anyone but you for months, it’s a practical joke or something, I don’t know, just please, Pep, you have to believe me!”

Pepper, goddess that she is, just sighs, takes the baby from his arms, and proceeds to make it actually drink from the bottle Tony’s been trying to give it for twenty minutes now. “Okay,” she says. “We can figure this out.”

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity - Dancing

@themadhalewrites - "These aren't mine"

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol

Summary by @magicadraconia - It had been a really good beach party, lots of booze, lots of pretty young women - and men - to dance with, but now Rhodey was trying to help him find his pants so he could go home. Ah, those looked like his! "Hey, wait a minute, these aren't mine!"

Prompts by @themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Sometimes, in the depth of the night, Steve just needed something that would remind him of better days. Of days he had dreamed about being his everything. Those nights Steve took out a carton, filled with baby things, bottles, nappies all kind of stuffed animal things. Lies, beautiful lies in a beautiful box. Because Steve never had that. A baby. A family. How could he? He had been to sick to have a dame and when he wasn't anymore, he was in the war. "These aren't mine and yet..." And yet the blond wished for nothing more than to have buy those things for his own babe.

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity - Grieving & Love Letter

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, Dystopia, Nat

Summary by LLightz - She didn't think she could sink any lower than this... sitting on the blood and dirt stained floor at the foot of some stranger's bed, reading through their crinkled long-forgotten love letters with a quarter-full bottle of Vodka in one hand, a torn up kitten plushie tucked against her chest, and tears silently staining her face... she hadn't ever experienced any of this for herself and here she was, at the end of days, vicariously grieving through someone else's heart.

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat

Summary by @rebelmeg - "Here's to us," Natasha reached over and clinked her chipped mug to Bucky's, very nearly clumsy in her movements. Which, considering who she was, meant she was probably so drunk she could be lit on fire and used as a torch, her blood alcohol content was so high.

"Lone survivors in a dead wilderness." Bucky intoned flatly, focusing very hard on not slurring. "Yay us."

"You think there's anyone else out there?" Nat nodded out, towards the ruined landscape outside the cave they'd taken shelter in.

With a shrug, Bucky finished off his drink and leaned back, bracing his weight on his elbows. "Who cares? This is all gonna be gone by tomorrow anyway. All that matters is that we get and stay drunk between now and then."

(And the commentary, because it’s too good)

Prompts by LLightz- Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Springing out of the plane without the parachute, again, wasn't the greatest plan Steve had in a while. Everything arched, because he landing in the lake. How water could be so hard and hurt like a bitch was a mystery to him. How he hadn't drowned when he fell into it, because he froze, plagued by flashbacks, was another mystery. And who had that beautiful man been? the one how embraced him and... saved him?

Prompts by @dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Nat was the last Avenger standing. Well, she didn't do much standing these days, nor fighting. But she was still there. Still inspiring a sense of fight in the youth. Being the last Avenger had hurt so much, she could understand now how Tony, who had lost everything over and over again, had lost himself in the bottle in the end. She did the same until she didn't. until Morgan and Peter and Harley and Shuri got to her. Helped her, inspired her to be the role model they needed to win. To finish the evil, the dictator who had ruled and burned them all for the past 10 years. She finally got up again, leading a war against Hydra, against Captain Hydra.

Prompts by

@fightingforcreativity - grieving

@dreaminglypeach - alcohol

@themadhalewrites - lies

Summary by @rebelmeg - Was an ex-Hydra supersoldier assassin supposed to be cute? Especially when he was sitting on the floor, clutching a bottle of vodka like a teddy bear, and sobbing like a baby.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Sam muttered. "This has to be a joke."

Steve just shook his head as he facepalmed. "I reeeeeally wish it was."

"You LIED to me!" Bucky wailed, kicking out at Steve with a sniffle. "You LIAR. I hope your pants catch on fire IN YOUR SLEEP!"

"This is ridiculous." Sam swatted away Bucky's hand that was tugging at his pant leg. "Stop it. You are being stupid."

"HE'S A LYING LIAR WHO LIES!" Bucky bawled, taking another swig of vodka. "I DEMAND RESTITUTION."

(i have no idea what the lie was, but bucky is GRIEVING and it's VERY SERIOUS, SAM)

And more priceless commentary!

Prompts by @rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

Summary by @rebelmeg - Shuri cooed at the black panther cub in her arms, tickling it under the chin and beaming when it took a swipe at her hand. "I'm just SAYING, you'd probably get some really good business if you made treats for pets too. It's hard to find a good treat for cats." Bucky barely graced her with a glimpse of his resting murder face before turning away. "I am not making you gourmet cat treats for your illegal pet." "He's not illegal!" Shuri protested, cuddling the panther cub to her chest like he had insulted it.

"Does T'Challa know about it yet?"

The teenager blinked a couple times. "That's beside the point."

Prompts by

@rebelmeg - pet fic, bakery AU, crack

@magicadraconia - Stars, "Oh, a wise guy, eh?", chicken soup

@themadhalewrites - Lies, Baby bottles, "These aren't mine"

LLightz - Lake, Mythical creature, Parachute

@dreaminglypeach - Alcohol, dystopia, Nat.

Summary by @fightingforcreativity - Bucky had loved the dog next door when they had been kids. He had tried to argue with his ma over and over and over how he would take good care of a pet if he ever got one. but money was tight and his sisters and Steve's health were more important than having a pet. So one of the things Bucky did when he remembered and was 'fine' was looking for a dog. He hadn't expected to find a cat, but he loved her dearly. Bucky was stable for a while, had a cat, had a job at a local bakery and some odd jobs here and there. At night he would look in the sky, trying to figure constellations seeing the stars differently then he faintly remembered.

At the same time on one of those stars far away, a star named Earth, Tony Stark held his baby boy, feeding him some stardust with a bottle. Whispering, "One day you know you're the world. One day you know, you are a wise guy. But wisdom comes with age and until then you are smart."

Natalia was with him, in the back looking onward, knowing things she shouldn't. She had tried to drown the foresight with alcohol, it never lasted. Flashes of their world, their planet destroyed, burned and scourged plagued her since she was a small child. "These aren't mine" she had said over and over when the doctors viewed her mind, when BARF showed Tony her innermost secrets.

Beside Tony everyone judged her though. Believing her to be cruel and wanting this. But she didn't. The boy in Tony's arms proof of that. On silent soles she made into the kitchen cooking the chicken soup her mother taught her.

A side glance to the parachute they had rediscovered. The parachute of their friend and lost lover. It had floated on a lake not far away. And.... If myths were to be believed it would lead to a world beyond. To a star far away. A star Tony was looking at. A star Bucky hopefully now lived on. amongst the mythical creatures, cats.

AND THAT’S A WRAP, FOLKS! Leave our contributors some love, they deserve it! And you never know... maybe some love will get an actual fic!

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sarcasticmesswriting · 5 years ago

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WinterHawkWeek Day 6 - Accidental Confessions

Canon, fluff.

Haha, I forgot to post yesterday because I am an idiot. Have two stories.

It was so unfair.

Why did it have to be a giant squid moving through the Hudson River and pulling in whatever it could reach from the water? And if that wasn’t enough, Clint had to watch from afar, shooting arrows at flailing limbs and pinning them down, while Bucky moved in between them and either cut them off or dance out of the way.

Ultimately it was also Bucky who finally killed the squid, but only after he had been grabbed and pulled into the water, giving Clint a small heart attack.

The tentacles jolted and then slumped to the ground, slowly sliding back into the water as the whole body sunk.

Tony was already complaining about how he wanted a live specimen to science with Bruce, but Clint tuned him out immediately as he went over to their meeting place where the jet was sitting. It was in full view of the riverbank, so Clint had a front-row seat to watch Bucky emerge from the water and push himself up onto the solid ground.

Bucky pushed his hair back with one hand and grinned at Steve who had come over. There was no way Clint could read their lips when Clint’s heart was doing overtime and his eyes were glued to Bucky’s hands that were loosening his uniform to be able to take it off. He was of course not wearing anything underneath and Clint swallowed. Hot, wet muscles with an attitude.

Clint’s kryptonite.

“Hey, Hawkeye, it looks like you didn’t get to do much,” Sam said as he landed next to Clint, his wings retracting soundlessly.

“Not like you were a big help either,” Clint snapped and turned to stomp into the jet. He wasn’t being fair to Sam who had the best intentions, but Clint just couldn’t help it.

He locked himself in the cockpit and hoped no one would try to find him, so he could calm down a little and maybe not try to tear off the next person’s head. He didn’t expect to be left alone forever, so it was no surprise when Natasha cornered him in the kitchen later the same day as he got himself some coffee.

“What’s going on?” She crossed her arms and leveled her most unimpressed look at him. “Sam is the last person you mouth off to.”

“Sending his guard dog? Wow.” Shaking his head he put his empty mug into the sink and started to head out of the kitchen. Evidently, he hadn’t calmed down enough.

Natasha grabbed his arm. “Talk to me.”

“Fine,” he said and whirled around to face her. “You want to know what’s my problem? Bucky fucking Barnes is my problem. Did you see him today? Being all heroic and shit, jumping into the river and killing that thing, but that would have been fine. I would have managed, but no. He had to go and strip on the spot. Like, who does that? It’s torture. He’s torturing all of us. Or at least me. I mean, you saw him. With that infuriatingly smug smirk and all those muscles. It’s. It’s. Oh, and don’t get me started on his fucking hair. Does it have to be that long? And it’s so soft, Tasha. Remember that one time he fell asleep on my shoulder? It was a trial from the Gods I don’t believe in, I tell you. Don’t even get me started on his laugh. Why the fuck does the hottest guy on the planet have the cutest snort-laugh in the history of all laughs? It’s just not fair and I’m here on the sidelines struggling with not blurting any of that out in his presence, so excuse me for being a bit defensive.” A bit out of breath he made an articulate sound and scrubbed his hands over his face. “So, yeah. Dealing with being in love with someone who considers you a friend is going on with me.”

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Slowly Clint looked up at Natasha, expecting a surprised expression or a startled one, but instead, she was looking past Clint over his shoulder with panic in her eyes.

“Please tell me it’s Bruce or Steve or anyone other than who I think it is.”

Natasha looked at Clint and grimaced.

“Fuck,” Clint muttered and steeled himself, before turning around and coming face to face with Bucky who looked midmotion of stepping into the kitchen, eyes wide. He had changed into faded jeans and Clint’s favorite red sweater that made Bucky look incredibly soft and approachable.

“How much did you hear?” Out of the corner of his eye, Clint saw Natasha fleeing the room, the traitor.

“All of it, I assume. You said I was your problem and then. Uhm.” Bucky swallowed and glanced away and yeah. That was about what Clint had expected.

“Look. I was never going to tell you and put you on the spot like this. I knew the whole time you wouldn’t go for someone like me. I’ll get over it, so it would be for the best if you forget about all of this.” Clint moved past Bucky, but paused for a moment to say “I’m sorry” and then left as quickly as possible, not seeing Bucky’s frowning gaze following him.

Clint barely believed it, but nothing really changed. Natasha glanced at him and Bucky every now and then, when they were all together in team-building activities, but the way Bucky acted around Clint didn’t change and Clint was grateful. The friendship they had built was way too valuable.

But then one morning Clint had finished his workout and had headed back to his floor when a flash of yellow at his door made him pause. It was a simple square post-it glued to the door on eye level.

You’re a hard worker.

That was it. Just that one sentence in unfamiliar handwriting. It had to have been an Avenger and Clint knew all of theirs, so someone had gone through the trouble of concealing it.

“Jarvis?”

“I am under the impression that it is a secret, Sir, with an elaborate idea behind it. Do you really wish to know?”

Stroking his thumb over the words Clint was, against all common sense, intrigued. “Not yet.”

It continued like this. Clint found at least one post-it a day, sometimes even two. They were on his door or in the range on his bow or the communal floor or the gym. Anywhere Clint went, there could be a message waiting for him.

Your smile is contagious.

When you say “I meant to do that”, I actually believe you.

That thing where you know when someone needs something? That amazing.

You’re gorgeous - and that’s the least interesting thing about you, too.

Compliment after compliment after compliment. Any time Clint thought there could not be anymore, he was proven wrong.

None of the others acted at all differently and short of asking Jarvis, there really wasn’t a way to figure out who it was. If he was really honest with himself, he kind of didn’t want to know. It was nice having someone go out of their way to tell Clint all these things, even as a joke.

But then the nice, but generic messages anyone could have pulled from the internet turned specialized. References to events, to things Clint did during team evenings or out during a fight when Clint took care of evacuating a bus overturned in the street.

For days it was all events where the whole team was present and then slowly, every two or three days, someone got eliminating.

Clint spotted the flash of yellow behind the coffee machine as the whole team got ready to eat and his heart immediately started to race. His fingers toyed with the edge of the paper, but he didn’t pull it off to read just yet.

Behind him, someone laughed, but it was like there was a wall between him and the rest of the room. There were only two options left. Tony or Bucky. If it was Tony, the whole thing most definitely had been a joke on Clint’s expense. If it was Bucky…

Clint didn’t want to dare get his hopes up. He had actually confessed to Bucky over two months ago and it had been accidental, but Bucky would have said something then, right?

Slowly Clint peeled off the paper and took a deep breath before he looked at it.

I want to take you out to dinner and maybe someday, you will allow me to tear off those tiny purple exercise pants.

Heart in his throat he turned around and his eyes found Bucky who was already looking at him, a smirk showing up at once.

“Figured it out yet?” Bucky asked and everyone else fell silent at once until a pin being dropped would have been audible.

“Why?” A single word, but Clint’s voice still broke.

Bucky crossed the room in a flash and cupped Clint’s face, hot and cold at the same time. “I could have said something before, I know, but I wanted to do something special for you. I wanted to show you that you deserve everything you want. I wanted to show you how I see you and I wanted to make you smile every day.”��

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s a first,” Tony replied and promptly yelped in pain as he was shushed.

“Clint,” Bucky said as if nothing happened. “Will you please allow me to take you out on a date? “

“No joke?” Clint grabbed Bucky’s shirt, hope dangerously trying to take over.

“No joke. Every single word in those messages is true and there is even more I want to tell you. I’ll make sure you will believe it if it takes forever. Honestly, preferably it takes forever.”

There were no words to convey Clint’s feelings in that moment, so he just pulled Bucky down as Clint stretched up and they met in the middle in a kiss.

“Yes,” Clint whispered as they parted and kissed Bucky again, feeling hands press into Clint’s sides.

“I feel like I just witnessed a marriage proposal,” Sam commented, but Clint didn’t pull away from Bucky just yet. He was way too happy to be bothered by the teasing.

“No one has asked for my approval,” Steve said in the driest tone possible.

“You do know that implies Barnes is the girl.”

“Have you not heard, Tony? No one is the girl in a gay relationship.”

“I’m in love with you, by the way,” Bucky said quietly as the bickering got out of hand. “Just in case, it wasn’t clear.”

“I love you too.”

#winterhawkweek #winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #fanfiction #my writing #canon #fluff #pining #marvel #confessions

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rowanartist · 5 years ago

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Fan fiction quotes 2019:

"with great foods, came great emotional baggage"[X]extra funny since I just saw Into the Spiderverse

"Just get together every couple of weeks, without Stark, and you guys can pass Steve around like a bong."[ch2]whaat? And chapter three is a dirty parody - worth a read for the humor of it

"he just hopes Tony has the sense God gave concussed baby sheep "[X]interesting phrase

"“Science,” Jane says, drawing his face to hers, “Does not require pants "[X]fun series of short fics

"Never something so hot; not like a flame is hot, but the strength of something bathed in summer sun. "[X]interesting view on attraction

"(He'd been sketching when he thought that through; now there's a page that has a little cartoon of himself, ducking, with the caption "the spoons are attacking!" although he'd ended up finishing his latte before he actually drew any flying spoons.) "[X]Steve upon learning about spoon theory

"Can you think of anything that symbolizes the eighties better than David Bowie’s crotch in tights? "[X]giggle out loud! "You drink once if someone whines, if Sarah says something isn’t fair, or if we get a shot of Bowie’s crotch. "[Same]comment

"“Like you’re going to vibrate out of your skin?” Natasha finished for him, understanding. Sometimes, after what they’d been through, it was hard just to be in your body. Easier to dissociate, to let whatever was going to happen happen while the part of you that was you floated far away. Natasha had been there before, and she knew James went there sometimes. "[X]ponder?

"They’re each wrapped up in their own blanket burrito, lying side by side in the dark, sharing one pillow. "[X]dual blanket burritos

"For most of his life he learned the safest option was to repress his emotional responses as much as possible, and over time he forgot how to access them when he actually needed to. "[X]relatable to a small degree

"Nothing too special but I’m pretty much Michael Bay’s wet dream "[X]to describe bakugo lol

"Most people," Midoriya continued gently, "don't need to be told they have a crush by the person that they have the crush on."[X]my boyfriend can relate to Midoriya here...

"about how if Midoriya could go this long talking without breathing in any new air, he'd probably be really good at kissing. "[same]lol

"God, fuck off. You look so freshly screwed that it hurts me. "[X]Bakugo ;p

"After all, shodō is one of Shouto’s hobbies. For Midoriya’s birthday last year, he made a beautiful poster of UA’s motto that is now displayed prominently above Midoriya’s bed. "[X]draw? If i can? "Please don’t use your All Might voice when we’re making plans to have sex. "[Same]lol

"He’d known for a while that his boyfriend internalizes, that he still struggles with a lot of insecurities and periodic depression from his years around his dad "[X]comment

"Shouto you’re worth more than anything. And you deserve happiness. I don’t care what micro-dick has said to you in the past or any shit he spews out of the mouth that’s somehow more obnoxious than Present Mic "[same]dam it Endeavor :/ "You’re a dork,” Izuku mutters in a break for breath. “Your dork,” Shouto says quietly "[Same]awww

"But if you ever forget your phone again I will use you as an advertisement balloon for a day, and that’s a promise."[X]lol

"First of all, I challenge you to find a dress that can fit that shoulders to waist ratio.” Shouto replied, matter-of-factly, pointing at Izuku’s entire body. “Secondly, you absolutely lack the manners to be a princess, you brute.” "[X]part of a series

"Another young woman that couldn’t be older than Shouto and Izuku looked up at the call. She had a round face and long, brown hair with little orange streaks every now and then collected in a braid. The red rimmed glasses she wore made her yellow eyes look bigger, behind the lenses. She lit up, when she saw them. "[X]need to try to draw

"You’d die of embarrassment— Either that, or Aizawa-sensei would kill you. And I kind of like you alive, thank you very much.” "[same]LOL

" is standing there in grey sweats and a loose Totoro hoodie he got him on one of their first dates "[X]draw

"It definitely didn’t help that Izuku stretched lazily, something akin to a cat just waking up from a nap, one of his legs stretching against the wall as the opposite arm reached towards Shouto with fingers spread wide-open. "[X]DRAW!

"What? They’re really short, all my boxers showed and it was weird. "[X]...

"Just because he isn’t as obvious about it, doesn’t mean Shouto isn’t beyond anxious too. "[X]comment

"He doesn’t treat Shouto like he is fragile, but he treats him like he is precious, and that is an important distinction"...."Something precious, however, doesn’t necessarily break easy, but it warrants the utmost care. It’s meant to be cherished. "[X]relationship advice

"One of the national dishes has no meat in it, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted. I thought we were all going to die and T’Challa was going to succeed in eliminating us. Then I heard him yelling at the chef, saying none of us were used to Wakandan peppers.” "[X]https://archiveofourown.org/works/8688724/chapters/19918951#workskin

"All Tony was supposed to do was fix the alternator. Instead he built me a Jeep that tells me I have to initiate a proper launch sequence before I’m able to turn it on and drive.” "[Same]comment

"I’m sorry,” Midoriya retracts his hand, and Todoroki misses it instantly. “It’s not something I can fix, and that makes me sad. You don’t deserve to hear the things he tells you.” "[X]reread comment. Relatable to a degree personally

"But he has to admit the Docs greener side is awfully useful in a brawl; and his less menacing side has a wicked sense of humor, not to mention awfully good with a med kit. "[X]i like Bruce having a sense of humor

"That's what friends are for anyway, having your back when times are tough, and amusement for when times are peaceful. "[X]amusing

"Bucky didn't think he was being rude, but if Captain America said so, it must be true. "[Same]comment

"Steve’s always been a fan of cuddles, even if he doesn’t like to admit it, admit how much he needs that physical contact. "[X]I'm a fan of this concept

"Which in Steve-speak means that you’re feeling guilty as all hell over things you can’t control – again, mind you – and you can’t rest because you can’t shut your brain up.” "[Same]relate "There’s power in this act, Darcy thinks as she sucks and licks up and down his length. To be able to take someone apart with just her mouth and a few touches of her hands. Reduce them to tears or send them flying upwards into the heavens. And the knowledge that she wants to do this for him – for them – makes the feeling all the more potent. She doesn’t have to do this, but it’s her choice, and she wants to give this to them. "[Same]ponder more

"She may not come from it, but the closeness and the intimacy is far more important than any orgasm. "[X]remember

"He knows better, knows that Bakugou’s punches of greeting and movie nights at Yaoyorozu’s house with Mina, Hagakure, and Tsu, and that baking with Izuku are all love. That’s love, not the villain sat behind the desk. "[X]dark fic, author warns in notes. But this line is sweet

"Natasha Romanoff is a world-class spy, yes. But she’s also a potato chip thief who makes dumb jokes and uses emoticons (she had been very adamant that Steve learn the difference between emoticons and emojis), and Steve adores her for it. "[ch5]she's human

"Bucky flopped onto it rolling around like a dog on the soft surface, Natasha quietly responding by taking out her phone and videoing his nonsense. "[ch2]Mr. Kate style rug cuddle but solo

"“First of all, just because someone is good looking does not mean I should have sex with them. There are attractive serial killers Nat, do you want me to get murdered? Second of all, I don’t know him. Third of all, he’s not looking at me like I’m chicken wings, also Clint, seriously? Chicken wings?” "[same]lol, but I'm with you Bucky

"Even in just plain sweatpants, the American icon without a shirt was an image that would have anyone seeing stars and stripes, regardless of sexual orientation. "[X]:)

"Agent Bishop was hit with a biological weapon today that has a ninety-two per cent chance of ending in fatality within three days unless proper care is administered to disperse the chemical compound through natural methods. Meaning, in the case of humans, sexual release. As in, orgasming."[X]a legalese description of "sex pollen" ...

"Do the horizontal contra dance, yes," Darcy answered. "Well kind of, I mean there's only three of us and a contra dance is four to a group, but tango is just for two and I had to think of something fast. Come on, Stevie, this isn't the first time we've hooked up. "[X]lol

"He wanted something just for him again, even though he felt like a selfish asshole for even thinking it. So he would do whatever he could to chase after that feeling. Even if it was stupid. Even if it was silly. "[ch2]advice, remember "Tony must never read these, Steve thought. Bucky’s arm would never be safe. "[ch3]Steve Discovers FanFiction "Steve stayed focused on the screen, sticking out his tongue a little while he concentrated. It was unfairly adorable. "[ch4]Jarvis knows how to motivate Steve: a Bucky themed typing game "Good things would happen. Funny, clever jokes would be told. Sexy adventures were always available, no matter what was happening in the real world. "[X]relatable "There was even a page of ‘Bucky Approved Sex Words and Phrases’. The name alone never failed to make Steve smile "[ch7]lol "He wasn’t really writing this stuff for the money anyways; mostly he just wanted to see that other people liked and enjoyed what he was doing. "[Same]relatable: my redbubble rowan-artist

"Darcy’s eyes widened. “Oh god, I just imagined you naked, dusted in gold, on a satin-sheeted bed. My mind is a dangerous place.” “Hey, there’s always Halloween.” "[ch6]you being Steve

"Jane was rapidly nearing the angry-bear stage of sleep deprivation (there were seven levels on the Dr. Jane Foster Sleep Deprivation chart; angry bear was number five, between 'genius-level insane productivity' and 'sugar high five-year old'), "[X]also Dean Fury ... "Then you come to me, we'll kill a bottle of Jameson and make Thor carry our drunk asses home while we sing Les Mis horribly off-key," "[same]amusing

"This is why you should always read end-user agreements on friendships. "[X]not the fic but the start notes, lol. Also, Maria's entry is adorable, and Pepper potts!! "(“So what you’re telling me is you spent a week building a glorified roomba,” Rhodey says the first time he sees it, and Tony lets out an undignified huff and makes JUNK-E destroy and clean a grand piano.) "[Same]hahha

"And it’s better to be an asset, which at least sounds like something you value, than a glorified action figure. "[ch3]comment "Steve’s friendship is stronger than even Steve’s shield, and protects them both just as much "[Same ch9]awww

"Bucky actually is, but she knows well enough not to ask. Instead, she has started braiding flowers into Natasha's hair while the other girl of the group is busy making a flower crown for Thor. This is what it must be like to have real friends, Bucky thinks, lounging in his camping chair, trying to eat with one hand while Steve is holding his arm, drawing on the inside of his forearm with a black pen. "[ch2]flower crowns "I heard a lot of things I kind of projected on myself. It's probably stupid, but… it's always crazy to hear things that apply to oneself somehow." "It's the magic of music. Sam once told me about the Mr. Brightside effect–" "[ch4]yes "Bruce is on his own so much that he probably doesn't even notice that he has friends "[ch5]relatable, high school me

"The most beautiful thing however was the wall right next to the bed-- while all the other walls were the same off-white color, this one sported stripes of different colors down. Blue, red, green, purple, black, another shade of lighter blue. In the middle of these stripes, the Avenger signs were painted by a meticulous hand; Cap’s shield, Tony’s arc reactor, Mew Mew, and so on-- Darcy didn’t notice she was crying into Mara started wailing in solidarity "[ch1]draw?

"He knows it, like Steve and Bucky know that Tony needs praises and affection, not commands. "[ch8]...

"She thanked Sif (a habit she had started lately, thanking the Asgardian warrior instead of some non-present God, because really, if there was a god she wanted to follow, it would totally be Sif) "[X]nice Darcy "Even if she wasn’t an Avenger per say, she got to be on the team, both super and nonsuper alike. "[ch2]awww

"Elizabeth is going to make coffee happen, and in Darcy’s eyes that makes her a goddess. "[X]comment "By the end, Steve had been right in the thick of it, using a frypan as a shield and hurling pasta like nobody’s business. "[same]comment "Agent Hill’s bad ass levels are through the roof, but put her in front of a powerpoint and the result is coma-inducing. "[Ch3]lol "JARVIS, my man, I need some fat beats up in here. Help a sister out?” "[ch3]comment

"She knew now that it was almost certainly to do with her personal level of comfort and how hard both Steve and Barnes had worked to make her feel good. "[middle chapter]comment

"A video clip of the Asgardian scientist Tadeas and Neil Degrasse Tyson singing a scientific ballad of their own composition was one of the most viewed Youtube videos of all time "[X]lol "He grabbed [a muffin] and shoved it into his mouth, belatedly peeling the paper off. "[Same]haha! :D "Darcy put a box of Sour Patch Kids on top, “Those are for Heimdall.” "[X]comment "“No. Damnit, Darcy. You’re stubborn. Of course you’re stubborn! Jesus Christ, I can’t even imagine what it must like to be in the same room as the two of you.” "[X]best friend sass "But Clint is a human with a bow on a team of superheroes. "[X]Darcy's favorite avenger and why Ch4 music note "Apparently Thor is back on Earth. He showed up in New York right after we left and basically deafened all of Brooklyn with his displeased shouting about his missing Shield Sister. So now everyone knows I’m gone and my disappearance is trending on Twitter as #MissingAsgardianPrincess. How is this my life?! I can’t even with this shit.” "[X]mild spoiler? HAHAHA "Try having a conversation with one of them [asgardians]-- 4 to 1 odds it turns into some sort of ballad recitation. "[X]...

"The next day, Izuku Midoriya delivered his eleven page elaborate essay on how ordering sex toys inspired him to be more honest with himself and his boyfriend about what he wanted in life and in bed. "[X]lol

"“Fire for stop, ice for slow, and smash for go.” "[X]comment

#fan fiction #fic rec #2019

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occasionalfics · 6 years ago

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OKAY. ENDGAME THOUGHTS. SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT.

first of all, as a known thor stan and a known fat woman, the russos can fuck off and never touch thor again. i wouldn’t be so bothered by this if he wasn’t so clearly written off as a joke, as if his trauma and coping methods weren’t just there for people to pity or make fun of (except for frigga...i won’t forgive the russos, but at least they did bring back frigga THANK GOD). that’s all i’m saying on that.

ALL HAIL KING VALKYRIE.

YO. BUCKY. LOOKED. FINE. AS. FUCK.

uhhhhh i have some issues with steve kind of obsessing over peggy? there are some interesting think pieces on the fact that steve has lost bucky MULTIPLE times throughout their lives and peggy... look. i love peggy. there is absolutely nothing wrong with peggy carter. but sending steve off by leaving him in the past like that? idk. it’s not entirely satisfying. there are worse ways to send off a character, absolutely, but there are also better ways.

CAROL’S HAIR 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 honestly every queer girl’s dream

did i mention ALL HAIL KING VALKYRIE

everyone on twitter thought hulk was hot and i’m just like...sure, have your fun, live your dreams

I CRIED OVER CASSIE AND SCOTT’S REUNION OKAY. I WAS SO SCARED THEY WERE GONNA MULCH CASSIE AND THEN THEY DIDN’T.

Shuri should’ve had a line

Where the HELL was Nakia? Were Lupita and Winston too busy with Us to just make some quick little appearances? I get that, if that’s the case XD

If there’s one thing this movie’s got me pumped for it’s SAM WILSON AS CAPTAIN AMERICA!!!!! Disney+ is gonna have to rename their Falcon & Winter Solder series. I mean Bucky really isn’t even the Winter Soldier anymore so...yeah. But I cried SO HARD when old Steve handed Sam the shield. SO. HARD.

Y’all I cried the hardest over Peter Quill dancing to Come and Get Your Love. Idk if I’ve mentioned this before but Peter Quill and I share daddy issues/trauma and I see a lot of myself in his growth, so I hold him really close to my heart. Seeing him again...made me really emotional.

one more time for the people in the back: ALL HAIL KING VALKYRIE

um honestly there was very little about thor i liked in this movie which says...an awful lot.

OH HOW COULD I MAKE A POST WITHOUT MENTIONING STEVE AND MJOLNIR?! THAT WORTHY ASS MOTHERFUCKER COULD LIFT THAT HAMMER ALL ALONG!!!! Honestly, watching Steve use Mjolnir against Thanos was the hottest scene in the entire movie. Very good.

New favorite marvel character: Mjolnir.

KING. VALKYRIE.

uh yeah so clint and natasha were there and they had some moments. and then natasha was fucking dead.

Steve checking himself out, cursing at himself, being completely jaded by the Whedon-esque verison of himself from, what, 13 years earlier?, completely playing Rumlow and Sitwell with the entirely fake Hail Hydra? GOOD. SHIT.

I actually cried during Tony’s funeral. I really don’t hate Tony. Actually, this movie made me like him for the first time since...Iron Man 2?

MORGAN H. STARK DID NOT DESERVE TO LOSE HER DADDY, BUT SHE WILL ALWAYS HAVE HER CHEESEBURGERS AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT HER DADDY WAS A HERO

Um, excuse me, but does Clint think he’s growing the Incredibles out there on his farm? His daughter’s name is Violet. This is a very bad stretch but I’m sticking to it.

I cannot stress this enough: KING VALKYRIE.

I didn’t even mention Nebula. Wow. I’m so proud of Nebula. And you know what? I’m not even mad that she wasn’t the one to kill Thanos because she, ultimately, was the one to save Gamora. That seems way more important to me.

Did y’all know I really genuinely want a King Valkyrie and the Kingdom of New Asgard movie now? Because I definitely do.

There was like...a shocking lack of Carol.... Like she was there just not nearly as much as I expected?

So they kill Thanos the first time and I thought I was gonna have a panic attack because it’s MAYBE 20 minutes into the movie. Like the guy next to me was like, “I almost thought that was the whole movie???”

Is it just me or is the MCU much nicer about Howard Stark than the comics?

Things that Fanfic predicted, whether intentional or not:

New Asgard

It would take the team YEARS to reverse the Snap

Bucky coming back lookin like a damn SNACK AND A HALF

Yeah idk these were just thoughts I had in the middle of everything

Maybe more thoughts to come? Let’s talk.

#avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers endame spoilers #endgame

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astarryon · 7 years ago

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Seemingly Unrequited

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warning: none

Summary: Word on the street is that weddings can be amazing when they’re not yours

A/N: This was a one shot requested by @slowly-but-shurley , and it turned out a bit longer than I intended because I fell in love with the prompt so much!

“Leave it to Clint and Nat to pick the hottest fucking day of the year to have their wedding on,” Wanda muttered beside you, carefully stretching up onto her tiptoes to adjust the garlands the two of you had been tasked with hanging upon the trees. You weren’t sure how she was doing that, considering the fact that her heels were a killer height, but Wanda herself seemed to hold some sort of magical, mystical air about her. Truth be told, you weren’t sure how your friend was able to do half the things she did.

“Wanda, careful,” you told her, stepping forward to brush away the bark which had stuck to the front of her dress. The tone of the powder pink dress, identical to the one you wore, combined with the dark brown of her curled hair, gave her skin an ethereal glow. For a moment, you felt a fleeting twinge of envy; Wanda was heartbreakingly beautiful. “These dresses were expensive and Nat’ll kill you if you wreck yours before the ceremony.”

Shrugging a shoulder, Wanda took a step back per your warning, opting instead to use her powers to finish adjusting the garlands the two of you had hung together. “She’s lucky I love her,” she muttered under her breath.

Truth be told, Wanda wasn’t complaining for nothing. The sun, having just reached the apex of its daily arc, was beaming down on the little forest clearing where Clint and Natasha had decided to have their wedding ceremony, bouncing off the nearby lake and scattering ripples of light over each and every available surface, was raising the temperature to a blistering level. It probably wouldn’t be so awful once you weren’t standing in direct sunlight, but for the moment you were just going to have to deal with it and pray that your carefully crafted makeup didn’t get too messed up as you finished decorating the venue. The wedding wasn’t for another two hours, and you preferred not to have anything go astray between now and then.

Once you and Wanda had finished your assigned task, the two of you opted to take a break and walk around the perimeter of the lake as opposed to rejoining the bridal party, lest the two of you be assigned another task to take care of in the brutal July heat. “So,” she began, eyeing you sideways. You pretended not to know what was coming as you lifted your skirts and carefully stepped over a particularly muddy puddle. “How have things been going?”

Perhaps if you played naive, Wanda would allow the subject to slide.

“Fine,” you answered, doing your best to play innocent. “Everything’s been fine. Work is nice, and my schedule’s not so horrible. I’ve been looking into getting a place in Brooklyn since it’s closer, so it would cut down on the commute time. Plus, I’ve just always loved the city.” Not to mention there was something, or rather someone, who lived in Brooklyn as well, and you’d do anything you could to chase that dream without actually having to chase it.

A raised brow from Wanda was all you needed to know that she hadn’t bought a word you had said. “Really? Moving to Brooklyn wouldn’t have anything to do with wanting to be closer to a certain someone, would it?”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about,” you mumbled, looking anywhere but at the face of your friend beside you. That was probably the biggest lie you’d told in a long time; you knew exactly who Wanda meant, but you weren’t willing to entertain the thought at the moment. Those thoughts definitely weren’t on your list of things you needed to stress over today.

“I don’t understand why the two of you don’t just date already,” Wanda pressed, expertly hopping over a fallen log and somehow managing to stick the landing in her heels. The two of you had almost come full circle, and were approaching the large house where the bridal party would no doubt be expecting your return. “You’ve flirted with each other nonstop for the past three years, and the two of you do practically everything together. You’d make the most adorable couple.”

“Bucky’s not really my type,” you told her, a familiar exasperation tinging your voice. You’d had this conversation with Wanda countless times, and it always yielded the same outcome. Yes you liked Bucky, and obviously you wouldn’t say no if he deigned to ask you out ever, and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t decline if you decided to ask him out, but there just seemed to be some unspoken rule between the two of you. Flirting was fair game, as were the touchy feely interactions the two of you seemed to delight in with one another. Still, despite all of that and all of the time spent in each other’s company, despite the laughter and the jokes the two of you shared, the timing never seemed to work out. You went on dates with guys, Bucky went on dates with girls, and the two of you would rant to the other about how horrible those dates always were. For some reason, though, it had never seriously occurred to either of you to take a chance and simply date each other.

It had occurred to Wanda, though, who appeared to lose five years off her life span each time you insisted that you and Bucky were just friends.

“Oh, bullshit,” she shot at you, shaking her head. She reached up to run a hand through her hair, then remembered the ornate arrangement of her curls, and thought better of it. “That boy is all you ever talk about, and Steve will back me up on that.” That was rich, coming from Wanda.

“Yeah, only because Steve likes you,” you shot back at her. “You don’t get to comment on mine and Bucky’s relationship when you and Steve are out here doing virtually the same thing.”

Wanda smirked, playfully nudging you on the arm. “The difference is that I can at least admit it.” Okay, so. Point taken then. “And speaking of the devil, would you look who decided to show up?”

Turning your head to peer over Wanda’s shoulder and discover what she was talking about, your heart dropped when you spotted three men across the clearing, each wearing an identical suit to the others. Steve was leading, his broad arms shouldering a load of boxes which appeared to contain china plates and saucers. Just behind him was Sam, a rack of glasses carefully balanced as he walked carefully to avoid dropping anything. Your attention, though, was reserved for the man at the back of the line, his hands preoccupied with bundles of expensive looking silverware. Subconsciously you managed to register that he was missing his suit jacket but still had a tie which was the same color as your dress looked around his throat, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, making your heart tap out a funny sort of rhythm.

Bucky Barnes looked as beautiful as ever, the complete and utter bastard.

The three men were undoubtedly on their way to setting up the tables where all of the guests would be seated during the wedding reception dinner. Coincidentally enough, those tables happened to be directly to the right of you and Wanda. You were pretty sure your heart was kicking into high gear, having to watch your three friends step closer and closer.

“Well damn!” Sam called as they neared, offering you and Wanda a wide, happy smile. “Looks like we’ve stumbled onto a couple of angels, guys!”

“Not looking too shabby yourself, Wilson,” you called back, letting yourself make eye contact with Steve as opposed to Bucky and hoping your cheeks weren’t too red. “You clean up nice, Captain.”

“Hey Y/n, been awhile! I’d hug you, but you know.” He raised his arms, the china plates clinking against one another in their box. Steve was right; it had been a while since you had last seen him, but he still looked the same, all height and broad shoulders. His blue eyes left you and focused on the girl at your side, and you couldn’t help the tiny smirk on your face, as your previous remark to Wanda echoed in your head. “Hey Wanda. You look, um, you look great.”

“Thank you, Steve, you do too.” She sounded calm and collected, and you sort of hated her for it. What you wouldn’t give to be that calm and collected around your super soldier. “Want some help getting that all put away? I think I can make it go a lot faster.” The perks of being able to move things around with her mind.

Before Steve could say anything, Sam went, “Oh, please do. God knows it’s gonna take us an hour if you don’t. You might as well take that silverware away from Bucky, god knows the man isn’t gonna be useful anymore.”

You didn’t see it happen because you were still doing everything in your power to avoid looking his way while you mustered up the courage to do it, but you could hear Bucky nudging Sam. “Very funny, wise guy.”

Nevertheless, Wanda grabbed the bundles of silverware from Bucky and offered him a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, I got it. Gives you and Y/n time to plan out whatever shenanigans you’re going to be getting up to on the dance floor this evening.” And just like that, the other three had moved away, laughing and joking and shoving one another, and you were left to stand with Bucky.

It wasn’t that you were avoiding him; Bucky was arguably your closest friend and favorite person to be around. Lately, though, whenever you were around him... your chest got tight. Not in a bad way, either. No, it was more out of excitement, or giddiness, and you sort of hated it because you knew what it meant for you, and that was complication. Your stupid feelings weren’t going to get you anywhere, especially when you were the person Bucky ranted to over the phone when his weekend dates went to shit. You were his friend, of course, so you were always happy to do it, but lately... lately your mind seemed to be begging you to be the weekend date instead of the one hearing about it.

“Nice to see you,” Bucky greeted you softly, moving in to kiss your cheek before pulling you to his chest in a tight hug. The urgency with which he did that made you smile to yourself. You’d just seen each other the Wednesday previous for the wedding rehearsal, but he was acting as though it had been weeks. He pulled away after a moment, but left a metal hand to linger at your bare shoulder. “‘S a nice dress, darlin’. That’s a great color on you.”

Truth be told, you knew he was right. The sweetheart neckline accentuated your curves and the mesh of the higher illusion neckline detailed a delicate floral pattern creeping up towards your throat, halting just before your collarbone. The blush tone of the pink gossamer enveloping your body gave your skin the same ethereal glow it had to Wanda, and your hair was ornamented with little rose gold hair pins which complemented your dress perfectly. You had silently thanked Natasha more than once for picking such a wonderful dress for her bridesmaids to wear.

“You’ve seen me in this dress before,” you pointed out, a hand sneaking up to your shoulder to rest atop the one Bucky had placed there. “I wore it at the rehearsal, remember?”

“Yeah, and you looked fucking rocking then, too,” Bucky replied in a very matter of fact tone. There was no point in even trying to pretend that you weren’t blushing brighter than ever. He withdrew his hand from your shoulder, and you found yourself missing the coolness of the metal against your skin. “How’s your morning been?”

“About the same as yours,” you told him, dropping your hand back to your side. “Only with a lot more primping. You’re lucky all you have to worry about is making sure your hair’s nice.”

“I smell good, don’t I?” he chuckled. In truth, he did, but you weren’t about to fuel his flirtatious fire by admitting that out loud. Even if you were tempted to press your face back into his chest and never let go. “You’re taller than normal.”

“It’s the heels, genius.”

You swore it was deliberate when he looked down at your feet, taking note of the strappy white shoes affixed to your ankles, then raked his eyes slowly up your body. “I like them,” he drawled out, a smirk playing at his lips. “They’re hot.”

“You think everything’s hot,” you shot back, rolling your eyes and turning to face the sun, reveling in the feeling of its rays beaming down upon your face.

“Only when it comes to you, doll.” You could feel his eyes trained on you, your skin tingling beneath his gaze, but you chose to ignore it. The butterflies in your chest were already strong as hell, and you didn’t need anything that would make them flutter harder. “What were you and Wanda talking about?”

Well, you couldn’t very well tell him, could you? Probably best to come up with an alternative.

“Just about how excited I am to walk down the aisle with you.” Oh, fuck. “Um, I mean, y’know... like, cause we’re partners? Walking partners. Because Clint and Nat matched us for walking, and I’m... just happy to see you?”

Bucky’s amused laughter seemed to come from deep within his chest, and you didn’t miss the small wink he threw your way. “You’re a little stressed this morning, aren’t you? I hope Nat’s not abusing you guys up in that bridal party room. Never pictured her as much of a bridezilla, but I gotta make sure my girl’s okay.”

“Your girl, huh?” you repeated, teasing and pretending like the words hadn’t sent a shock of lightning through your heart. “You getting sweet on me, Barnes?”

“You know what I mean, dork.” Unfortunately. “And I’ve always been sweet on you, just for the record.” His blue eyes managed to catch your gaze once again, and your skin was tingling as a result.

“Bucky!”

Both you and Bucky redirected your gaze to Steve standing beside Sam and Wanda, whose red magic was just beginning to dissipate back into the air. The table had been set in record time. “We have to get back to Clint! He needs help with the caterers.”

“Be right there!” Bucky called back. Turning back to you, he offered you a sweet, fond smile. “Don’t have too much fun, okay? At least, not without me. I’ll see you when we meet up for the ceremony.”

“See you,” you told him, offering a small wave. You watched as he went, and smiled at Wanda as she neared you, taking Bucky’s place at your side.

“Aren’t you just glowing,” she teased, wiggling a brow at you. It wasn’t like she could say much about, given that she had been openly flirting with Steve just moments before, and in Sam’s company no less. At least you had the decency to drool over Bucky in private.

“Whatever,” you laughed, giving her a playful shove. “Let’s get back to Nat, yeah? She’s probably losing her mind.”

With that you linked arms with your friend, and the two of you walked together towards your destination as you attempted to contain the feeling which was bubbling up in your chest. —

The ceremony, thankfully, had gone off without a hitch. You and Bucky had been the first pair of bridesmaids and groomsmen to walk down the aisle, and the other pairs had followed accordingly. Natasha had walked the aisle herself, looking radiant and regal in a long, creamy white gown, and Clint’s loving expression as he watched her near him had been enough to melt your heart to a puddle. Their vows were said, the kiss had taken place, and the first dance had commenced. Dinner had been eaten, and the evening began shifting into the reception part of the party, loud music filling the air and an open bar, which you were currently on your way to in an effort to drown your insecurities, was being serviced a little ways away from all of the couples in the dance floor, set up just to the right of the lake.

You had been okay during the ceremony, and while walking arm and arm with Bucky before parting ways at the altar. You had also been fine during dinner, when the two of you had sat at a table with Wanda, Steve, Sam, and some of the other members of the wedding party, your knee knocking against Bucky’s on more than one occasion. It wasn’t until Bucky had been approached by some beautiful, enchanting blonde wedding guest asking him for a dance and him accepting the offer that you were, for all intents and purposes, decidedly not fine.

They’d danced once, and you had fully expected Bucky to rejoin your side once the song had finished, but he’d stuck around and danced with the blonde once more. That had been repeated twice, and you hadn’t realized how intensely you’d been staring until Sam prodded your side.

“You okay, Y/n?” he asked, brow furrowed in light confusion. Wanda and Steve were also eyeing you with looks of concern etched onto their faces.

“Fine,” you mumbled, pushing your chair back from the table and standing. “Think I’m gonna go ahead and get a drink. I’ll be back in a few.”

And now here you were, standing at the bar and sipping on your second vodka soda, trying to push down the stupid and sudden onset of jealousy. Were you even allowed to be jealous? Bucky was your friend, sure, but that was technically all he was. You had no claim to him, you weren’t dating. You might have had a ridiculous crush on him that you refused to do anything about, but surely that didn’t constitute the hopeless turmoil raging around inside your mind and stomach.

“Why’s a pretty girl like you got such a long face?”

The voice broke you from your reverie and you blinked, tilting your head to the side to see a man you’d never met before standing beside you. He was tall, blonde, and moderately attractive, dark dress pants and a light blue button up shirt enveloping his body. Though he was nowhere near the stature of Steve or Bucky, you could see he was muscular enough, though more on the lean side. Normally you weren’t one to talk to strangers out of the blue, no matter how cute or friendly they seemed, but the alcohol in your system was inhibiting your thought process and you were already in a fairly mopey mood to begin with.

“No reason in particular,” you told him, shrugging a shoulder and taking another sip of your drink. “Guess I’m just missing someone.”

“That’s pretty particular,” he told you, an amused glint in his eye. “Someone stand you up?”

“In a way, I guess.”

“Dumb of them.” The stranger stepped closer, knocking back a drink of his own. Whiskey, if you weren’t mistaken. “You look way too good to be stood up, intentionally or not.”

You weren’t sure if it was his words that caused it or the alcohol you were drinking, but there was a flutter present in your tummy all of a sudden. It wasn’t anything like the one you got around Bucky, but it was a nice halfway replacement. Maybe entertaining the guy would get your mind off things for a bit.

Chatting told you everything you could learn in a five minute time span. His name was Preston, he was a cousin of Clint’s, he was a lawyer, and perhaps it was just the alcohol, but he was very funny. He hadn’t asked you too many questions about yourself, and for that you were thankful. It made things less awkward and complicated, and allowed you to pretend to be someone who was not hopelessly in love with her clueless best friend.

“You wanna dance?” Preston asked you; you’d downed another drink, and your chest was beginning to warm accordingly. “You seem like you’re really good at dancing.”

“You know what? I would love to.” He smiled and offered his arm, and you took it and were just about to allow him to lead you to the dance floor and away from the lake’s edge when your whole reason for being at the bar in the first place made a sudden appearance.

“Y/n, there you are,” Bucky sighed in relief, moving to take your hand. “Sam said you disappeared on the table fort five minutes ago.”

Had it been that long that your conversation with Preston had gone on? Really?

“‘M fine,” you hiccuped, blinking. Bucky’s face was oddly bright, and it sort of hurts to look at. “Was just gonna go dance with Preston.” Your new friend waved at your side, and Bucky looked at him with an odd gaze. It didn’t seem hostile, just sort of... you couldn’t think of the word.

“I think you’re a little too tipsy for that,” Bucky cautioned, removing your arm from Preston’s and bringing you into his side. Normally you’d have been happier for the contact, but at the moment it was more annoying than anything. “Why don’t you come sit down with me, yeah? You seem like you could use some food.”

“I wanna dance with Preston,” you told him, pushing him away. This was feeling strange all of the sudden; Bucky normally wasn’t like this. “You’re not my dad, Bucky.”

“Y/n, really, you shouldn’t—“

“She can do whatever she wants,” Preston interjected, standing up for you. Stupid of him; Bucky was fiercely protective of his friends. “Why don’t you leave her alone?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, and the look he was giving Preston wasn’t one you ever wanted aimed your way. Something in the back of your head said this was liable to get super out of hand, but you weren’t thinking straight enough to do anything about it. Maybe you were just the smallest bit tipsy. “I’m sorry, who are you? Mind your business and get lost.”

“I’m hanging out with her,” Preston slurred. “She said she wanted to dance, so that’s what we’re doing.”

“No you’re not,” Bucky said once again, gently urging you forward.

“Stop it,” you insisted, trying to plant your feet. This was so unfair; Bucky had at least a foot of height on you and he was sober. “I don’t wanna go anywhere with you. Why don’t you go back to hanging out with that blonde? I’m sure she’d love to see you again.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, sighing. “Is that what this is about? Seriously?”

“Oh my god,” Preston breathed, “he’s the guy that stood you up, huh?” Unaware of what was to come, you nodded you head in response.

That was all the provocation Preston needed before getting right up in Bucky’s face. He’d had just as many drinks as you and couldn’t technically be held accountable for his choices, but it was too late for that to matter now. He’d attempted to shove Bucky backwards with his body weight, but it hadn’t worked. He was now pressed up against Bucky’s chest, and Bucky was about to swing on the poor guy.

“Stop!” Reaching forward, you tried to separate the two of them before either could get a hit in. Unfortunately, you were positioned in such a way that Bucky pulling back his arm to aim a punch caught you square in the chest, throwing you backwards. That wouldn’t have been a problem if the three of you hadn’t been situated directly in front of the lake, which you were consequently sent careening into. The resounding splash filled your ears just before you were completely submerged in water.

This was so fucking typical.

You tried to scream, but your mouth filled with water as soon as you opened it. Thankfully enough, the lake wasn’t necessarily deep, so you had no chance of dying from drowning while intoxicated. Now you were just pissed off more than anything else.

“Holy shit,” you heard Bucky yell. Too disoriented to place your surroundings and trying to wipe the water from your eyes, you heard another splash and felt strong arms lifting you to stand on your feet, urging you out of the lake. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Fucking, seriously Bucky? Are you kidding me?” You pulled back from his arms, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes. Your dress was completely soaked, clinging to your frame, and now So was Bucky because he’d jumped into the lake after you to help you up. Of course this happened to you; why were you even surprised? “Get away from me.”

The look on his face was one of unadulterated guilt. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to—“

“That’s the problem!” you yelled, your tears spilling over and running down your already damp cheeks. You weren’t too sure where Preston had gone off to, but he had disappeared. He’d more than likely been scared off by Bucky and his ridiculous behavior. “You never mean to do anything! You never meant to be my friend, but you are! You never meant to be the one person I always wanna hang out with, but you are! You never meant to make me love you, but you did! And I sit there and let you bitch to me about all your awful dates, but not once did you ever think to consider why I was always willing to put up with all of it! God, I can’t believe...”

Bucky stopped suddenly, staring at you with an awed light in his eyes. Normally you’d have been glad to have him looking at you like that; right now it was just making everything worse. He was reaching forward to rest a hand on your shoulder, but you couldn’t let that happen. You were a bit of a pushover when it came to Bucky, and you were willing to forgive him almost anything, but you couldn’t let him shrug this one off, and not just because he had shoved you into a lake.

“Don’t touch me,” you cried, skirting around him and letting yourself openly cry. This whole situation was just awful, and you were at your wits end. Mercifully, it appeared that the scene hadn’t drawn the attention of many party guests, and for that you were grateful; you had enough on your plate to worry about without ruining Clint and Natasha’s wedding.

You ran to the grand log cabin set in the corner of the forest clearing, openly crying and doing your best to stick to the shadows. Anyone who saw you would probably think you were a distressed spirit; no doubt you looked frightening, with your soaked dress and your wailing. Rushing up the stairs and to the bridal party’s assigned room, you threw the door shut behind you before pressing your back to it and sliding down, an actual puddle forming around you as you held yourself and cried. Damn. Of all your moments in life, this had to be one of your lowest.

Crying by yourself over a guy who was clueless to how you felt about him, and who constantly relayed his relationship issues to you. How much more pathetic could you get?

A knock sounded against the door above you, and you knew who it was without having to guess. Bucky was never one to let you leave him while you were upset, regardless of the situation. Of course this one wouldn’t be any different.

“Y/n? Are you in there?” It was a rhetorical question, as he obviously knew you were, and his tone of voice made it apparent that he wasn’t planning to relocate any time soon. Maybe if you just waited him out he would leave you alone. “Y/n, please. Look, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m f-fine,” you sniffed, wiping your eyes. Damn your shaky voice. “You don’t have t-to worry.”

“Well I am,” he pressed. The image you had in your mind of the expression which must have been on his face was clear as day. “Would you please just open the door? Give me the chance to apologize to you in person? I promise, if you want me to leave after that I will, I just... I need to be able to let Wanda know you’re okay.”

Low blow, bringing in Wanda like that, and he had to know it. People worrying about you was something you hated, and you would do anything to make sure it didn’t happen. Even if it meant opening the door for someone you were currently upset with.

Standing up from your puddle, you opened the door but refused to look Bucky in the eye. Instead, you turned your back, gazing out the window across the room and watching all of the merriment taking place down at the reception, twinkling lights illuminating everyone with a happy, celebratory glow. What you wouldn’t give to be one of them, careless and without an emotional break down in front of the guy you’d been crushing on for years.

“Y/n,” Bucky softly murmured. In the window you could see his reflection, as well as the sorry and regretful expression he wore. He made no attempt to turn you around; he knew this was the best he was going to get from you. “I’m really sorry about how I acted out there. It was really... I had no right. I’m sorry.”

Nodding, you sniffed again. You were feeling exceedingly cold, and your damp state wasn’t helping the matter. “Thanks for the apology. Can you go now?”

A pause. Then, “That girl I was dancing with was asking me if it would be a good idea for her to ask Steve out.”

Out of pure shock, you turned around to face Bucky. He wasn’t looking much better than you were, his suit drenched with water and his hair, which had been so artfully styled earlier, wild and astray. Somehow, though, that didn’t change the fact that he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. It really wasn’t fair.

“What?” you asked, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

“She asked me to dance so that she could ask whether or not Steve was available, and if it would be a good idea for her to ask him out.” Was it wrong that that sentence had granted you some form of satisfaction? “Tried to explain to her that Steve is a little more than hung up on our good friend Wanda, but she wasn’t having any of it. Took me two more dances just to convince her it wasn’t a great idea.”

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms and ignoring the wet fabric which seemed to be constricting you. “Why... why are you telling me this?”

Bucky’s face softened, and he forgot himself for a moment, bringing his flesh hand up to cup your cheek; somehow, impossibly, he was warm as a hearth. “Because I want you to know that you were the one I would have rather been dancing with, you ridiculous girl.” Said with a fond little flutter of the eyelashes, too; not only had he managed to make half your anger dissipate with a simple explanation, but he had also made you feel breathless. “And if I’d had any idea that you felt the same way, I would’ve—“

“Wait, what?” Were you heating him right? If I’d had any idea you felt the same way. The same way about what? Wanting to dance with him? Or did he mean... but he couldn’t mean that, because he didn’t know. Except...

You never meant to make me love you, but you did.

You’d said that to him.

Fuck.

“I, um.” Okay. If he was saying what you thought he was saying, the safest option would be to make him admit it before you said anything too incriminating. “Sorry, what are you? What do you mean?”

You hated how disarming the look he was giving you was. Bucky all but had you pinned in place, just with his eyes, and could potentially do anything he wanted without a single complaint. Your heart was beating rapidly and you could hear it in your ears, feel it in your chest. Down at your sides your hands were shaking, but you were attributing that to how cold you were. God, you really needed to get into some dry clothing before you somehow managed to contract hypothermia.

Bucky’s fingers skimmed down your cheek and against your throat, sliding gently across your skin and tracing your collarbone before settling down onto your shoulder. “I mean,” he murmured, a smile which was both amused and fond forming, “that I feel the same way.”

“Same way about what?” Feigning innocence didn’t seem to be working out in your favor, but you would be damned if you were gonna let him make you say it again. Confessing first was the least he could do after the last fifteen minutes he had put you through.

“You told me you loved me,” he murmured, using his other hand to tuck a damp strand of your hair behind your ear. His face seemed so close, suddenly; if you leaned forward just a hair, you’d be sure to make contact with his lips. Something deep within you ached for it. “Screamed it at me, actually. You’re real passionate when you’re angry, by the way. It’s hot.”

“You think everything is hot,” you breathed. Both your hands seemed to be moving up of their own accord, finding their way up and onto his chest. Was this actually happening, or was this some kind of alcohol induced fever dream?

“Only when it comes to you, doll,” he chuckled, echoing the conversation the two of you had earlier. “And just for the record... if I had known you felt the same way I did, you would’ve been the only girl I danced with all night. Just so pricks like that guy Pearson or whatever the fuck his name was could’ve watched while I showed you off.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, nor could you stop yourself from surging forward and locking your lips with Bucky’s. He tasted sweeter than you had imagined, but his lips were just as soft as you had thought. Your arms had snaked their way up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he smiled onto the kiss and deepened it; your senses were screaming. You couldn’t seem to get him close enough to you, which was saying something, considering your hips and torso were flush against his. His tongue teased your bottom lip and you could practically feel the satisfaction he felt upon hearing your resulting moan.

This was heady, and good, and just so naturally right. All the times you had imagined this, all of the nights you had pined after him and forced Wanda to listen to your sorrows and cried your tears of envy, you hadn’t ever thought it would feel so... perfect. That’s what this was; your heart was flying, your mind was racing, and this moment was so absolutely perfect.

“You didn’t let me say it,” Bucky whispered, offering you a moment to catch your breath by leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re always cutting me off.”

Rolling your eyes, you rested your hand over the one he was using to cup your cheek, meeting his gaze. “So say it,” you murmured, absently kissing the side of his palm. “I wanna hear you say it.”

A pause.

Then, without even a moment’s hesitation, “I love you, sweet girl. More than you could possibly imagine.”

This was real. You had to keep reminding yourself because it was something which had taken place so many times in your dreams. This was real.

“I love you too,” you breathed, head spinning in wonder. And then, just because you had enough sense to be able to tease, “I’m still mad you pushed me into a fucking lake, but I guess not everyone’s perfect.”

“I am sorry about that. Speaking of, why don’t we get you out of that dress?”

“Bucky,” you gasped, laughing in shock and shaking your head. Brash as ever, the love of your life was. That was something you liked best about him.

Understanding dawned on his face moments after, and he chuckled briefly before waggling a brow at you. “I was talking about finding you and I some dry clothes, but if you wanted—“

“Not here,” you interrupted, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Okay,” he responded. “How about in the back room, then?” The devil may care grin he wore told you he was only half joking.

“Oh my god, not at Clint and Natasha’s wedding!”

“Why should they be the only ones getting lucky tonight?” He chuckled at his own joke then pulled back from you, but not before pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “Guess we don’t really have time. If I don’t get you dry and downstairs in the next twenty minutes, Wanda’s going to start a manhunt for me. She wasn’t too happy when she saw you run off all upset.”

“She’s a good friend like that,” you murmured, taking Bucky’s hand in yours. Wanda would be thrilled once she learned of what had come to pass. “But it’s beat to not keep her waiting. She tends to psych herself up over things.”

The smile he offered you was strange, but in a good way. It was the same one Bucky always gave you, but now you could see the love and adoration in it. Funny how that worked. “Let’s go find something dry for us to wear, yeah?”

You nodded your head, the reality of your situation and whose hand you were holding settling into your mind. “Yeah,” you murmured, radiating pure happiness. “Let’s do that.”

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mst3kproject · 6 years ago

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Night Fright (1967)

I found this movie by accident while I was looking for Night of the Bloody Apes. The goofy cover art got my attention, so I pulled the box out for a better look and there at the bottom was the name of the star: John Agar! There’s also Bill Thurman from Attack of the The Eye Creatures, a movie I will be referencing a lot in this review. Furthermore, Night Fright was directed by James A. Sullivan, who according to IMDB edited Manos: the Hands of Fate (yeah, apparently Manos was edited… who knew?). Clearly the Bloody Apes were going to have to wait for another time.

That woman on the cover? Not in the movie. I’m not sure she’s in the same decade as this movie.

We open on a couple making out in a car, and then watch as they get killed by a POV shot while a radio news announcer tells us that a mysterious object recently fell from space. With that union-mandated scene out of the way, Sheriff Clint Crawford gets to work investigating the rash of mysterious murders that have beset Hollis County in Texas. Weird three-toed tracks make it look like the Paulasaurus from Track of the Moon Beast might be to blame… and that’s actually almost it. The object that landed in the nearby woods is a NASA rocket, and six months in space has mutated every living thing on board into hideous monsters!

I think ‘James A. Sullivan’ may be a pseudonym for Larry Buchanan, because this movie feels an awful lot like Attack of the The Eye Creatures. I mean, there’s Bill Thurman, and both John Agar and Carol Gilley were in another Buchanan film, Zontar, the Thing from Venus (a remake of It Conquered the World). The dingy and washed-out film stock makes the day scenes look exactly like Buchanan’s night scenes, while the actual night scenes are tinged blue, so dark it’s almost impossible to tell what’s going on, and still obviously shot in the daytime! We see several full-body shots of the monster that are just black, with no features visible. I’d be tempted to say this was an attempt to create suspense if we ever did get a good look at the thing, but we didn’t, so I guess the lighting was just that bad.

What little we do see of the monster is gloriously cheap. It’s half-Paulasaurus, half-Bigfoot, a shambling fun-fur joke that moves very slowly because the poor actor in the costume can’t see where he’s going. I think the reason shit-cheap movie monsters attack teenagers making out in convertibles is mostly because they’re not fast enough to catch anybody else.

A number of online summaries claim that the creature is a mutated alligator, but I’m going to disagree on several grounds. First, although we don’t see the monster very well we can tell it’s a primate… and it’s got fur, for crying out loud. Second, the same summaries also say that the radiation from the rocket mutated an alligator that was already living in the swamp, which is not at all what the movie says happened. And third, who sends an alligator into space? A dog, sure. A monkey, of course! An alligator? What poor bastard had to stuff it into the capsule?

Badness continues. The characters are blandly-dressed and big-haired. John Agar looks like he’s about fifty in this movie (he was, in fact, forty-six) while his love interest is implied to be in her twenties (I could’t find out how old Carol Gilley was). The dialogue is breathtakingly bad – the way to kill the monster comes up in one of those ‘wait, say that again, no, the other part’ conversations. The character of college student Chris is established as a philosophical type by having him say something like, “I keep thinking about the things we don’t know about, like the earth and the sky and the wind and even this leaf.” What? The movie’s scientist, Dr. Clayton, always has a pipe in his mouth and seems to be an expert on everything from rocketry to biology. And god, I hate having to say this, but John Agar is actually the best actor in the movie.

The music is very strange. ‘Suspenseful’ scenes are set to what sounds like a very, very sleepy woodpecker who occasionally wakes up and does some proper hammering before drifting off again. There’s a very annoying piece that consists of the same four notes on a flute, over and over – when we’re meant to feel more urgency, it’s reduced to three. The ‘hip song’ the beach kids dance is a repetitive instrumental, which to judge by what the radio announcer says, is apparently the hottest thing around here.

And again like Attack of the The Eye Creatures, very little actually happens. For much of its length, Night Fright just kind of lies there, trying to convince us there’s suspense and action when there isn’t any. Everything goes on way too long: there’s an early scene with a couple of young lovers who do far too much dull frolicking before finally finding a corpse, interminable scenes of men in cowboy hats searching the woods, a Manly Beach Dance that would show us lots of wiggling asses if it were only bright enough to see them, and many more. There’s some kind of subplot among the sorority girls, having to do with who used to date who and who has a crush on who else, but this ultimately doesn’t do much in the plot and I’m not sure why they made such a point of it.

There is one kind of fun thing in the movie, though, and that’s how they defeat the monster. Sheriff Crawford likens it to duck hunting – they set up a mannequin in the middle of the woods and all sit around watching it, with guns. The monster doesn’t fall for it, though, perhaps because the thing doesn’t smell like a human. Instead, it chases after Chris and his girlfriend Judy, who run towards the mannequin, and then it blows up when the creature touches it. I was definitely not expecting that, and it made me smile, so I guess I can award a couple of points for that.

Really, though, there’s very little entertainment or amusement of any sort to be derived from Night Fright. There’s just nothing interesting in it, and it completely denies us the two things we want most out of it. The first of these is a decent look at the monster. We can see just enough of it to tell that it’s probably hilarious rather than horrifying, but the details that would make the difference remain frustratingly just out of reach. If you make a monster movie and the monster is not somehow memorable, then you’re screwed.

The second thing we want to see is the massacre of the teens at the lake, which seems to build up but then, as in Nightbeast, somebody tells them to leave and they actually do. The only ones who hang around to get munched are annoying wannabe-tough-guy Rex and his whiny girlfriend Darlene, but Rex has already had his comeuppance when sensitive nerd Chris beats him up, so… why bother? At the end of the film, the credits roll leaving us feeling fundamentally unsatisfied. Why the heck did we watch that movie? Why did anybody bother to make this movie?

As usual, I’ve managed to tease an answer out of the mess, and I think it may actually be an intentional one. This movie is about government secrecy doing far more harm than good.

At the beginning, the rocket come to earth and the Area 51 types, with Dr. Clayton in tow, immediately show up to claim it (the movie can’t afford to show us this, of course, or the army of State Troopers brought in to help hunt the creature). Nobody is allowed in, even local law enforcement, and so it’s only the coincidence that Clayton and Sheriff Crawford are old friends that allows anyone to make the connection between the downed rocket and the bodies. Later, the Sheriff brings a plaster cast of the creature’s footprint for Clayton to look at, and Clayton recognizes it at once but has to seek permission from his superiors before he can say what it is. I don’t know if I can say he would have saved lives by speaking up, since this movie has a body count of four, but the possibility exists.

Local law enforcement, in the form of Crawford and his deputy Pat, resent this, but also participate in it. In the tradition of authorities in monster movies, they decide to keep what’s going on a secret in order to avoid a panic (the plot here really is just a bunch of tropes strung together). They forbid the newspaper editor to print the story until they have more information, and then ask Chris and Judy not to talk about what they’ve seen at the site of the first murder. Chris remembers this later when he urges his friends to abandon their beach party, and so Rex and Darlene dismiss his warning. Everybody in this movie keeps secrets, and nobody gains anything by them.

In running this blog I’ve reviewed a few movies I highly recommend entirely because they suck. There’s the amazing Lou Ferrigno Hercules, for example, or The Giant Claw, films that are absolutely no good at all and yet are funny or charming enough to be truly so bad, they’re good. This is not one of those movies. There’s no reason to bother watching it unless you’re some sort of masochistic John Agar completionist, which… uh… well, at least I have a name for my problem now.

Damn it, I could have been watching Night of the Bloody Apes.

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culturespark · 7 years ago

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Sweaters

Pietro x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Reader spends most of her time with Pietro after joining the Avengers

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They found her in El Azizia, Libya one of the hottest places on earth ever recorded. Ironically, her power was ice. She was made of it and could control it completely.

The Avengers had an entire file on her and had decided she was essential to their team. However it had taken them a while to find them, and the team was tired and overheating, especially Pietro. The Speedster basically radiated heat and in 140° degrees the man was sweating buckets.

“They couldn’t just have sent one of us, no?” Pietro complained.

“Pietro, we don’t know how dangerous she is. We needed back up just in case.” The Captain responded as Pietro groaned.

“Maybe you’re just afraid of being frozen again, Cap.” Pietro smirked, momentarily feeling triumphant before a bead of sweat traveled down his forehead and into his eye.

She was hidden among a tribe deep in the desert, the arid wind blowing forcefully as she stepped out of her hut with a brown hood over her head.

The Avengers had drawn everyone’s attention as they stood in the centre of the village.

“That’s her.” Natasha whispered and she pointed to the girl standing behind the crowd, staring in confusion at the Avengers.

Pietro huffed as he rolled his eyes and they fell on her. The first thing he noticed was the wisps of black curls poking from under her clothing. Her bright blue eyes a complete contrast to her mocha colored skin.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” A man stepped forward and addressed them, obviously a leader of some kind.

The Captain and Black Widow stepped forward, talking in hushed voices while pointing to the girl.

Pietro continued to stare at her, something about her capturing his entire attention, something he couldn’t pinpoint but was dying to know more about.

“Y/N!” The leader beckoned her forward. She tried to step back into her hut and cower for a second, before stepping forward and following the Leader, Captain America, and The Black Widow into a hut bigger than the rest.

The Tribe noticed the arrival of the Avengers was peaceful and unconcerning to them, they returned to their respectful huts. Leaving the rest of the team to sit outside and wait for The Captain and Black Widow to return.

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“I cannot possibly leave, they need me here. I am their only water source.” Y/N argued.

“Stark Industries will take care of that. They’ll be in good hands Y/N.” The Captain finally managed to convince Y/N to leave her tribe.

With a final look of confirmation from the tribe leader, Y/N left to gather her belongings.

She raced out of the hut, out of excitement and concern. Causing the team waiting outside to jump to their feet as they stared at her. All but one, however.

Pietro was sat directly outside the entrance of the hut, so as Y/N zoomed out, she managed to trip on his outstretched legs. The Speedster was fast enough to catch her body before she smashed into the ground, putting them in an awkward position in which he was on top of her. One arm holding both their bodies above the ground while the other was secured around her waist. He noticed the frigid cold that radiated off her through her clothes, finding it odd in the immense heat.

“Hello.” He smiled.

She muttered a quick apology before detangling their bodies and pushing herself off him, leaving Pietro for slump on the ground and groan.

“Don’t even think about it you quick little bastard.” Clint commented as Pietro dusted off the dirt.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, old man.” He lied, watching the girl walk into her hut and emerge minutes after with a brown, tattered bag in her shoulders.

“We leave now?” Wanda asked when Steve and Natasha existed the hut.

“Yes, but I’ll be damned if I walk any longer in this heat.” The team sighed in relief as Steve radioed in for transportation and a jet arrived shortly after.

Y/N was now in new clothes, provided by Natasha.

Her hood that covered her long hair was now gone. She had (Y/C/H) that reached her waist.

And much like Pietro’s silver locks, she had streaks of silver running through most of it.

She wandered around the jet, mentally taking notes of everything she found odd.

“So many flickering lights…why?” She asked to no one in particular.

“The mortals think they are pretty.” Thor commented what he genuinely believed to be true.

“Well actually they all mean something. And they stop the jet from plummeting to the ground so…yeah they’re pretty.” Tony called out from the pilot’s chair.

“It’s very cold in here, yes?” Y/N shivered and rubbered her hands together.

“How does a person that makes ice get cold?” The Captain asked. However, Bruce answered him before Y/N could.

“Think of it this way; Pietro’s increased metabolism and homeostasis make a basically a human radiator. He gives off heat so he’s always warm. Which is also why he was the one to most suffer in Libyan heat. Y/N is ice, which is why the heat didn’t affect her. It was at most a cool 70 degrees for her in Libya.”

“That’s a good scientific explanation. I would’ve just told you ‘I’m cold’. “ She smiled.

Pietro then stood up, taking off his jacket and handing it to Y/N. She threw her hands up in protest, to which he simply shook his head and pushed the jacket closer to her.

“I radiate heat, really it is no problem.”

Y/N smiled and stuck her arms through the black sleeves.

“I could hug you if you’d like, you know…if you are still cold.”

“Pietro.” If looks could kill Wanda would’ve murdered Pietro right on the spot.

“I was just trying to be friendly.” He slumped back into his seat.

The Team finally landed at the Avengers tower. Where they were greeted by Agent Maria Hill who quickly took Y/N away to show her her room and hand her a schedule.

“What does all this mean?” Y/N stood in the middle of her room, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she stared at the piece of paper in her hands.

“It means you’re an Avenger.” Agent Hill smiled before exiting the room, leaving Y/N no less confused than before.

There was a white dress folded neatly in the middle of the bed with long white boots laying next to it . Y/N put on the dress, finding it very fitting everywhere except the bottom half that was loose. A navy blue steak raced up both sides of the dress. She studied herself in the mirrors, admiring the way the dress flowed with each of her movement.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, in the doorway was Pietro with yet another jacket in his hands. This time it was leather and navy blue.

“I thought this would match the dress, no?” He compared the jackets color to the streaks running yo Y/N’s sides.

“Yes, I think it matches well. Thank you, Pietro.”

“Well at least you won’t be cold, huh?”

“But you will be? Truthfully I do not wish to take all of your jackets.”

“Oh well…” he chuckled, not being able to find a way to tell her he would give up all his jackets as long as she was warm.

He settled for a much different response however, “New York City can get cold.”from

“It suits you.” Pietro spoke again to eliminate the silence that had fallen over them.

Y/N furrowed her brows at him in response.

“The dress. It suits you. Very…Icy.”

She smiled and Pietro nearly fell to his knees. He absolutely loved her smile. He wanted to make her smile for as long as he lived. Even better, he wanted her to smile just at him.

“Would you like a tour of the tower?” Y/N nodded and took Pietro’s hand which he had extended to her.

Her icy skin was a cool contrast to Pietro’s thermogenic one. Their temperatures contradicted each other, making it quite pleasant for both of them.

“You are lucky, printsessa. You’re room is right across mine. Wanda’s room is right down the hall.”

The tour was filled with flirty jokes as Pietro showed Y/N every inch of the tower. Arriving at the last stop which was the Gym. Steve, Natasha, and Bucky were all gathered around the mat, training with each other.

“Romanoff, why don’t you show Y/N her training gear? If she is up for it we can start today.” Y/N nodded and followed Natasha back up the stairs, leaving Pietro with Steve and Bucky.

“She should rest, no?” Pietro argued.

Steve looked at him with concern and impatience, “Ultron is building an army, and she needs to be ready.”

Y/N and Natasha returned shortly after. Both sporting similar black attire perfect for training.

“Why don’t you grab a jacket, Y/N? It’s cold down here.”

It took Steve more time to say the words than it took Pietro to zoom up and down the stairs. Skidding to a stop in front of Y/N and handing her the same black and white jacket he had given to her on the Jet.

“Thank you.”

“This? This is nothing, printsessa. As long as you are warm.”

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bevioletskies · 8 years ago

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20 questions [8/20]

characters: peter/gamora, guardians-centric

fandom: avengers academy/marvel cinematic universe

summary: wasp has a new competition in store for the students of avengers academy, and there’s money involved. so obviously, peter and gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. wait, what?

chapter preview: peter and gamora argue and make up (aka the usual), gamora has a bit of an epiphany, and someone goes missing.

word count: 4804 | total word count: 118k

a/n: the ending of this one makes me happysad every time i read it over, tbh

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Janet van Dyne, as the hundreds of students, SHIELD agents, and faculty had learned (sometimes the hard way), was not a girl to be messed with. She wasn’t the strongest, the fastest, or the most skilled of students on campus, but God help you should you get in her way, or even worse, mess with any of her friends.

It had started off as a perfectly normal Sunday morning, of course. She woke up feeling peppy as always, and made her way into the dorm cafeteria/lounge, where Clint and Kate were hovering over the coffee machine, looking desperate, but otherwise dead to the world. She pulled out her green juice from the communal fridge, cracked open the lid with a satisfying pop, and then took a swig, right as she opened Twitter. She then promptly spat it out at the first trending topic she saw, nearly spraying Cosmo and Lucky in the process, who were just innocently sitting on the floor at the Hawkeyes’ feet.

“KAMALA!” she hollered, causing the Hawkeyes to jump. “WE HAVE A SOCIAL MEDIA EMERGENCY!”

Ms. Marvel came dashing in, sliding across the linoleum on her socks, precariously tipping over in the process and nearly braining herself on the doorframe. “What is it, Jan?”

“Why am I seeing this weird, tell-all Twitlonger from some SHIELD agent being DMed to me by hundreds of people?” She stuck her phone in Kamala’s face. “Who is this guy, and why is he saying mean things about Peter?”

“Let me see, girls,” Peggy Carter said, strolling briskly into the kitchen with the no-nonsense attitude that every girl in the Academy revered. She took the phone from Janet and scrolled through the article, frowning. “I can’t say he stands out to me, I wouldn’t remember his face even if I’d met him. He’s rather generically good-looking, wouldn’t you say?”

“He said something about Peter punching him in the face for looking at Gamora,” Janet said. “That doesn’t sound like something he’d do.”

“What’s this about Quill and Gamora?” Natasha sauntered over from the fruit salad station, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. After Peggy showed her the post, her mouth twisted unpleasantly, considering. She wouldn’t put it past Quill and the other Guardians to attempt a long-con to make money, even if it meant a little bad publicity to get into the news. She reasoned that Gamora was the one with a strong moral compass, someone who understood the need to save lives the most after taking so many, and she wouldn’t have taken Natasha’s money regardless. Still, it didn’t clear the suspicions she’d had from the beginning. Maybe this wasn’t the most important secret she had to sniff out on the entirety of the Academy campus (the timefog was definitely a more pressing matter), but it was something Natasha knew she had to look into further.

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Waking up next to Gamora a second time was decidedly less pleasant than the first, as Peter had been unceremoniously kicked in the gut. With a rather comical shout, he went tumbling out the bed and landed elbow-first on the floor.

Her head popped up over the side of the bed a moment later. “You okay, Quill?” she said, concerned.

“Never better,” Peter groaned, stumbling to his feet. “What happened?”

Her eyes flickered away from him a moment, guilty. “Nightmare,” she murmured. “It won’t happen again.”

He decided not to push it - it was definitely not a topic to be discussed in their game or any context, really, unless she was ready - instead electing to mumble about needing to pee and walking to the bathroom to give her space. When he got back, she was already dressed, her hair braided, face composed once again. She was on her phone, presumably checking her messages and making sure the Guardians hadn’t killed anyone - or each other - in their absence.

“Mantis says there are lots of photos and videos of us online,” Gamora said, turning to face the wall as Peter began stripping down. “They’re referring to us as the ‘hottest new superhero couple’.”

“Alright, I like it,” Peter said as he buttoned up his shirt. “We could definitely be the most attractive superhero couple ever.”

“Always so modest,” she commented dryly, turning back around as he finished adjusting his belt buckle. As she moved to get up, her phone went off with a text notification. “Wait, Janet says there’s a weird Twitter post about us.”

He sat down to do up his shoelaces, distracted by the need to finish dressing. “Yeah, yeah, read it.”

“It says, ‘Star-Lord is a possessive psychopath. He and his girlfriend came to my workplace for some Guardians business, and when I checked them in, I apparently took too long looking over her ID and he lost it. He grabbed me, pulled me out from behind my desk, and punched me in the face repeatedly. It took two security guards to pull him off me, and he kept yelling at me about trying to steal his girlfriend.’” Gamora blinked. “What the hell,” she said flatly.

“It’s that damn Number Five,” Peter said, fists clenched. “My nickname for him,” he added at Gamora’s confused expression. “He’s probably mad he got called out for being a creep, even though I was super non-confrontational about it.”

“And now he’s making people think you’re an over-possessive, violent boyfriend, how is that okay?” she exclaimed. “An untrue slight against you, you’re just going to let that go?”

“If it becomes a problem, we’ll deal with it,” he shrugged, and there was that nonchalant quality of Peter’s that frustrated Gamora so often. It wasn’t just in situations like this, it was on missions, on jobs, where he told everyone he would “figure it out when we get there”, or “wait until we know more”.

“Your talent for improvisation will only take you so far,” she informed him, getting to her feet. “We might need to make a counter statement when we get back. I’ll text Pepper.”

“You do that,” Peter sighed, frustrated. This day was already starting out on a sour note compared to the near-perfect time they had yesterday. He hoped it could only go up from here.

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Breakfast downstairs was an...interesting affair. The elderly couple from yesterday was there once again, having a petty argument about using the wrong kind of knife for jam, when they spotted Gamora and gestured for her and Peter to join them. They shared stories of their favourite dates and anniversaries, which made the two smile, until they asked how long Peter and Gamora had been together.

“We’ve known each other for a couple years, but we’ve only been dating about four months, almost five,” Peter said, glancing over at a slightly defensive-looking Gamora. The couple motioned for him to elaborate. “I don’t know if civilians heard about the fight us Guardians had back at that time, but my father turned out to be pretty evil and we had to take him out. It was in that moment that I realized I had a giant crush on Gamora, and I didn’t want to lose out on telling her before some other crazy bad guy took us down.”

It still made her uneasy to hear or tell this story, no matter how many times it was spoken aloud. A lie rooted a little too deeply into truth, and Gamora could almost forget that it didn’t actually happen.

After Peter continued to make up stories during the duration of breakfast, the pair headed out to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a place that Mantis had listed and Pepper had recommended. “There’s lots of amazing stuff in there, but I think Gamora would especially love the Arms and Armor section,” she had said, handing them a stack of brochures.

The car ride was uneasy, to say the least. Gamora wasn’t sure why she was so annoyed this time, in all honesty. It wasn’t like this was the most stubborn either of them had been, nor the most dire issue they’d ever gotten into an argument over. And yet, it bothered her that Peter wasn’t planning on doing anything about this. For a guy who cares so much about being called Star-Lord, he doesn’t seem worried about being seen as a violent boyfriend, she thought, glancing over at him. He was humming mindlessly along with the radio, some pop song that played on rotation every two hours. She was uncertain about why he hadn’t switched to an oldies station, but the atmosphere felt too tense for her to ask.

The moment they got out of the car, it was like a switch had flipped. Peter took her hand and guided them to the museum entrance, where they were taken to the front of the queue and let in almost immediately the moment they showed their Academy passes. “Perks of being a hero,” Peter said to her in a sotto voice, slightly concerned that the civilians would overhear and complain. “Where should we start?”

Once they got going, it seemed as if things were back to normal. Gamora found that she was enjoying herself, not just in the Arms and Armor exhibit (though it was definitely her favourite), but in observing the art and furniture of the other exhibits that taught her a great deal of Terran history that she’d been unaware of until now. Peter also seemed to have relaxed a little bit, offering colourful commentary, joking around with her, his hand warm in hers. They seemed so used to it now that she felt as if they would continue to accidentally hold hands after the ruse was up. Or maybe it was just her, unused to the sort of intimacy Peter probably received in spades.

Brave individuals approached them and asked for a photo or for a moment to simply thank them, while the shyer members of the public stared at them from afar, attempting to be discreet in taking videos or photos, only to quickly turn away when eye contact was made. Even one woman blurted out that she thought they looked good together, before turning red in the face and dashing away, clutching at her companion and muttering about how embarrassing she was.

They took a break for lunch when both Peter and his stomach began to complain, tucking themselves away into the American Wing Café for a quick bite. “You alright?” Peter said cautiously, moments after they’d settled in.

“Are you asking after something specific?” Gamora said, tilting her head as she observed Peter practically inhaling his sandwich. “Because if you think I’m still irritated, you’d be correct.”

“I’m just surprised it bothers you so much,” Peter said, frowning. The effect was ruined by bits of lettuce falling out of his mouth. “I get you being worried about Thanos coming to kill me, like, me specifically, but this is just one post making up stories that barely anyone’s listening to. What’s the big deal?”

“You put stock into your reputation but this doesn’t worry you at all. Why?” she countered, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other. “I understand fighting for people to call you Star-Lord, since it holds both notoriety and sentiment, but what about fighting against being seen as a possessive, unreasonable lover?”

“The public have already gotten over it five minutes after it was posted, and I’m pretty sure any girls I’d be interested in from this point on would be smart enough to know it isn’t true,” Peter shrugged, licking his fingers. “Like, you know I’m not that guy. And hell, you were more physically threatening to him than me, we both know it, so who cares?”

Gamora exhaled slowly. “I guess it bothers me,” she admitted. “Not because you aren’t doing anything about it - I’ve come to expect little effort from you on things like this - but because...I don’t like the idea of people seeing you in a negative light.”

Peter smiled softly, reaching across the table to put his hand over hers. She saw a camera phone flash out of the corner of her eye, but instead of turning towards the culprit, her eyes fixated on Peter’s face instead, the signature warmth in his eyes a comforting sight. “That’s awesome of you - no, really - but that kind of stuff doesn’t really get to me. I care more about what you guys think of me than some random people from the public. And I know what kind of guy I am. So that’s all that matters.”

Smiling back, she felt the tension in her muscles dissipate. Contrary to popular belief, she did not enjoy fighting with Peter. “We should get going,” she said. “I want to look at the swords again.”

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“I am Groot.”

“I know you’re bored, hold on a second - ”

“I AM GROOT!”

“Hey, now, don’t talk to me like that, watch your d’ast language, kid.” Rocket climbed out from underneath the table, where he had accidentally dropped his wrench. He was working on some weaponry that wasn’t all too critical, but since Peter and Gamora were taking their sweet time bringing supplies back in favour of a “romantic” weekend trip, he didn’t have what he needed to continue doing repairs on the Milano. It also meant he was looking after Groot even more than usual, as the other two would usually take him while Rocket was working. “Now, whaddaya want?”

“I am Groot.” His little wooden fingers pointed in the direction of the sleeping quarters.

“I don’t think she’s even on the ship, Groot. Haven’t seen her since dinner last night.” Rocket rummaged through the mess of wires he’d uncovered from one of the cooling units. It was a miracle the thing hadn’t blown to bits with the way they were tangled up.

“I am Groot.”

“Why would I be worried? Nebula’s probably just skulking in a corner somewhere and hissing at anyone who gets too close.”

“I am Groot!”

“What? How did you even get into my communicator, it’s password-protected.” Rocket leapt over to the coffee table, where his holo-tab was sitting, unlocked. He scrolled through his messages for a moment before looking back over at Groot. “Shit, you’re right. We gotta tell the others.”

“Wha’s going on, rat?” Yondu emerged from his room, looking around blearily. He got a suspiciously high amount of naps in for a guy who was supposedly failing a decent amount of his classes and needed to catch up. Then again, the naps were probably what kept him away from homework in the first place.

“Nebula’s somehow off-planet, she’s been spotted on some cluster near the Kyln,” Rocket said, shoving all of his work onto the floor in favour of his tablet, now projecting a map of Nebula’s rumoured location onto its surface. “We should tell Gamora, we aren’t equipped to handle this without her.”

“Shit,” Yondu yawned, scratching himself. “We really gonna interrupt her and Quill’s date night? They should be on their way to that light thing that bug-girl picked for ‘em.”

“There’s more pressing matters than Quill and Gamora getting all kissy-faced, alright? D’you have any idea how much trouble we’re gonna be in if Patch Man finds out we somehow lost Nebula? How did she even find a spaceship - Milano’s busted, quinjets ain’t built for space travel - ” Rocket started mumbling absent-mindedly to himself as his claws flew over the keyboard, attempting to plot a course for Nebula’s location.

Groot went running down the hall of the Milano, extending his arms to knock on Drax’s and Mantis’s doors. “I am Groot, I am Groot!”

Drax came out first, daggers in hand, ready for a fight. “What is it, small Groot?”

Mantis poked her head out from behind her door. She had earbuds in, listening to a playlist Peter had made for her, and spoke even louder than usual. “What has happened?!”

“We gotta cut in on Quill and Gamora’s love trip - Nebula’s missing,” Rocket called from the kitchen, where he was inexplicably rummaging for cutlery. “Can someone contact them already? Don’t have all day, it’s already getting dark out!”

“Rocket, while I understand the need to recover Nebula, what are we supposed to do about it? There are no functioning spaceships on this base,” Drax said patiently, lowering his daggers slowly in mild disappointment.

“We’ll figure it out,” Rocket snarled. “Now get to it!”

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“Is it bad I kinda just want to spend the rest of the day in here?” Peter asked, flopping down on the bed. He rolled around to cocoon himself in the thick duvet. “I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been kinda tired this whole trip. Not in a bad way, just like a ‘I’m-letting-myself-get-tired’ kinda way.”

“We don’t get much rest at the Academy, so being off-campus probably helps your body relax,” Gamora suggested. “We don’t have to go, then. We can just...stay in. Order more pizza, watch the lights from here.”

“You secretly like pizza, don’t you,” he teased, turning over to look at her.

“Didn’t think it was much of a secret,” she replied, smiling as she set down her bag and her phone. “I adhere to a strict diet to maintain my physicality, but I enjoy indulging every once in awhile.”

“Pizza it is,” he cheered, reaching for his phone. To his surprise, less than a minute later, Gamora crawled in next to him, having apparently already changed into her pajamas in record time. She’d taken out her braids, leaving her hair slightly crinkled and messy, looking more unkempt than he’d ever seen her, but just as pretty as ever. It was good to see her so at ease.

“And maybe a movie?” she suggested, almost shyly.

He nodded more vigorously than he meant to. Gamora’s large chocolate brown eyes were kind of mesmerizing up close. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

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Despite still being grounded, the Milano had delved into chaos, what with Rocket leaping about as quickly as he could to gather parts, Mantis and Drax attempting to flesh out Rocket’s flight path plan, Groot bouncing up and down on the kitchen counter in anticipation, and...well, Yondu was sitting on the couch, observing.

He was in charge of contacting Peter, though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it just yet. Not because of him being away with Gamora, though that did play a minor role, but because...was it really so crucial to get Nebula back? She left for a reason, a reason that everyone suspected but couldn’t confirm - Thanos. Going after Nebula likely meant confronting Thanos, and Yondu wasn’t in the mood for dying, not today.

Watching the others scramble around like their feet were on fire, you could never tell that Nebula constantly antagonized all of them, only being marginally nice to Gamora when it suited her. Gamora had insisted her sister wasn’t a lost cause, not yet, but it was telling when Nebula bolted the moment Gamora was gone as well. And they weren’t saying it out loud, but the way they were eyeing him? Yondu could tell the others were surprised he was still here when Peter wasn’t, either.

“We really that scared of Fury findin’ out?” Yondu called, tucking the holo-tab away, as if he’d done what he’d been instructed to do. “Maybe he’ll like it better now that she’s gone.”

“It’s not just Fury I’m worried about, you idiot. You wanna face Gamora when she gets back and finds out we didn’t tell her that her sister somehow disappeared off-planet to fight their evil daddy?!” A clang. “Ow.”

“I am Groot?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks. So are you helpin’ or are you hinderin’? ‘Cause if you’re not helping, we could use some extra space.” Rocket’s arms were folded, his chin tipped upwards. Yondu supposed it would be more intimidating if Rocket wasn’t a mere 3 feet tall.

“Pretty sure Quill put Drax in charge, not you,” Yondu drawled, moving closer to stare him down.

“It would be wise of you to assist us, Yondu, unless you would like to have your toes removed.” Drax’s voice, usually jovial at best and monotonous at worst, was dangerously low, his blue eyes like ice.

“Yessir,” Yondu said sarcastically, though he moved over to the table to help. He wasn’t that much of an idiot.

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“Just once, I’d like to watch a movie with no singing or dancing in it whatsoever,” Gamora sighed as the movie ended, her head moving to rest next to Peter’s shoulder. “I think you’re skewing my perception of Terran culture.”

“Twist and Shout is so good,” Peter said enthusiastically, turning to look at her. They were nearly nose-to-nose (well, Peter’s-nose-to-Gamora’s-forehead. She was uncharacteristically slouched over, her entire upper body pressed up against his). “I could totally be Ferris Bueller, right?”

“As long as you’re not expecting me to be Sloane,” Gamora said, patting his leg.

“I think you’re more like Jeanie,” he countered, leaning closer. “Did you see the way she took out the principal?”

She laughed softly, her hand coming to a stop on his knee. “Alright then, that helped me think of my next question. The Guardians, we think of each other like family. We fight, we argue, but we do it for each other. Do you see Nebula and I as your sisters?”

“No offense to Nebula, but she’s not exactly on the ‘ride-or-die’ level for me yet,” Peter chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. They were nearly cuddling at this point, body heat radiating off both of them at every spot they were touching. It made him vaguely wonder if there had been something in the pizza that had made Gamora unusually pliant, but even stranger, it wasn’t as odd to him as he thought. She was so comfortable around him now that it made him secretly feel pleased. He couldn’t imagine Gamora being able to snuggle up to anyone since she was a young, innocent girl, and now her arm was slung across his lap like it was nothing, his breath rustling her hair.

“And me?” There was a half-smile on her face, almost flirtatious. It reminded him of when they had stopped over on Knowhere, where Rocket, Drax, and Groot had gotten drunk, and he and Gamora had a moment that he held on to with a surprising fierceness.

“I, uh...I don’t think, that, uh, I think of you as my sister. First of all, it would make this whole fake relationship situation really weird,” he elaborated at her slightly baffled expression. “And you have some...qualities, that I like in girls.” He cursed inwardly at himself the moment the words left his mouth. What was he, some inexperienced ten-year old trying to flirt with his schoolyard crush? This was Gamora, someone that he’d been opening up to in the past few weeks in ways he’d never anticipated.

Thankfully, she didn’t prod further. “But I don’t dance, or quote movies you like, or find you funny,” Gamora said, teasing.

“Oh, you definitely dance.” Peter got to his feet, weaving their fingers together and pulling her up as well. “I think you’ve danced with me enough times to establish that you’re totally a dancer.”

He moved to press play on his Walkman, smiling as the gentle sounds of a chorus and strings flooded the room. Despite having the latest technology available to him soon after they’d landed on Terra, Peter had asked for songs he had discovered later on and truly loved to be put on tape. He liked the idea of continuing his mother’s Awesome Mixes, as if it was his way of responding to hers.

They slowly moved around the room, Gamora sighing as she always did but following his lead. She was slightly on her toes, as her feet were bare, taking away the height advantage her thick-heeled combat boots usually afforded her. Her face was closer than it usually was, and despite the fact they’d kissed just yesterday (was it really yesterday? It felt like decades ago), there was an intimacy present that she was unused to, the feeling of Peter’s breath against her nose that wasn’t too unpleasant.

He then ducked his head slightly, his mouth now practically in her hair, nestled comfortably against her ear. “You give your hand to me, and then you say hello,” he sang, his voice so soft that she nearly missed it. As they turned slowly around the generously-sized living room, she could see the lights from the show flickering in and out of view, bathing them in a warm glow. “And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so…”

Peter opted to hum for the next few lines, but Gamora felt her face begin to warm. Their perceptions of music were so different. Gamora enjoyed her punk-rock, with lyrics about fighting against the establishment and navigating the hardships of life and death, but there was something so endearing and innocent about Peter’s connection to older songs. He was a modern man in many ways - his somewhat arrogant personality in contrast to his gentle, all-loving nature - but his heart beat in time to older music and movies that celebrated love and life.

She dared herself to look up at him, and there was that softness that she liked so much, a stark contrast from the steely-eyed confrontation they had earlier today and many times before. Their eyes locked as Peter picked up again. “...and longs to kiss your lips, and longs to hold you tight...to you, I’m just a friend...that’s all I’ve ever been…” He broke off to chuckle. “It’s weird, ‘cause this song is pretty slow, but they dance so quickly in the movie. I always thought it was perfect for just kind of...two-stepping...like this.”

Gamora let out a soft breath, unsure of what to say. A breeze whistled by from the open balcony door, disturbing her hair, but all she could see was how it made one of Peter’s curls flop over his forehead. She reached up to push it out of the way. “Do you have a question for me?” She wasn’t sure why she was whispering, or why her thumb lingered on his cheek longer than she’d meant to.

“Sure,” Peter smiled. “You know what I look for in a significant other. What do you look for in a guy?”

“Physically fit,” she said immediately. That was an easy one, she needed someone to keep up with her in training, combat, and...other things. “Disciplined, intelligent, level-headed.”

He chuckled softly. “You describing a life partner or a business partner?” His large hand pressed slightly closer on the small of her back, though the pads of his fingers were still gentle. “Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by, a chance that you might love me too…”

“Then I guess you could say I look for a person who could be by my side in all aspects of my life,” Gamora countered, though her voice remained quiet and even. “Someone to be on equal footing with.”

“Like someone who leads a team with you?” Peter asked, and her eyes widened in realization. Maybe…

“Maybe, exactly, like that,” Gamora breathed, her chin tipping upwards.

It was an unconscious choice by them both, an instinct, really, as they moved together. Gamora’s hands were now cupped in Peter’s, held delicately between their chests. Their bare feet, taking tiny, careful steps, now coming to a stop. Peter’s nose met the side of hers first, and it was so slow compared to the rushed kiss of yesterday, like they had all the time in the world…

“GAMORA! Gamora, are you there?!”

She jumped backwards, nearly stumbling over her own feet. Peter watched her, astonished. He’d never seen Gamora trip before, not without some sort of catalyst. Without giving him a second glance, she turned and walked into the bedroom, snatching up her tablet. “I’m here, Rocket, what’s wrong?” she said, her voice hoarse.

“Yondu was s’pposed to contact Quill but he decided to be a big blue idiot and do nothin’ - your sister, she’s gone! Off-planet, gone to hang out near the Kyln!”

“What?” Peter exclaimed, hurrying over immediately to stand near Gamora. “How’d she get off Earth? Does SHIELD - or Stark - have some space travel technology we don’t know about?”

“Can’t be too naive, Quill, their secrets got secrets. You guys gotta get back here immediately, ‘cause Fury doesn’t know yet and this ain’t something I wanna tell him!”

“We’ll leave right now,” Gamora promised, her voice level, though her mind was racing. “Don’t do anything rash until we’re back.”

She disappeared into the bathroom to start packing and get changed into her combat gear, leaving Peter to stand there, dumbly staring after her, the spell broken.

Oh, you’ll never know the one who loved you so.

a/n: i know i know, i did the cliché thing, though this whole fic is an excuse for me to deconstruct tropes and clichés so shh

the song they’re slow-dancing to can be found here, in reference to this scene from groundhog day.

#starmora #peter quill #gamora #avengers academy #gotg #myfic #myfic: 20q #my tags continue to be inconsistent it's fine

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