#Natasha Romanoff x Penny Fury

[braveclementine]

Freedom

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Penny fucking hated the undercover assignment that she was on. It was nothing like being at Blonsky's' mansion.

They had taken her and Violetta to a compound that was right on the edge of the Michigan- Canada border- on the Canadian side. It was a medium-sized compound, housing about twenty girls at the moment. They each had their own bedroom, which would then be the same room that men would use them in.

Her and Violetta had been here for about a month and they were now aware of the situation that was going on.

The girls that had been kidnapped were told that if they served four hundred men, they would be let go. But, they had to do it in a time frame of six years or they would be kept a sex slave for the rest of their life.

Most of the girls here were not that far along, either with their number or with the time that they had been here. There was one girl that had been here for five years, and had served three hundred and eight-six men. So she was pretty close and the closer she got, the more excited she became in the compound.

Penny often spent her non sexual hours, either giving reports into her com, or she was staring out the window across Lake Michigan to the Michigan border. When her and Violetta broke out of here, it was going to be a hard thing. How were they supposed to convince the American police to get rid of this base if it was on Canadian land?

She supposed her dad would take care of it. It wasn't their job to shut this one down anyways. They were trying to find leads of where the trail was supposed to go. What other bases were there, who was the head of everything, and so on.

One thing she did have to say for the place was, despite it being mid- July, it was not hot at all. It was positively cool and it felt amazing. Whether that was the air conditioning in the building or just simply because she was in Canada now, she wasn't quite sure.

Violetta hissed as she entered Penny's room, slamming the door closed behind her. "Fuck all of them."

Penny nodded. That was pretty much how she felt after she got done too. "We're gonna get out of here soon."

"Yeah, I think we're pretty much done here." Vi groaned, throwing herself down on the same bed as Penny. Penny automatically put a hand on her head as she rested next to her. "Maybe we'll be home in time for Elizabeth's birthday."

"When is it?"

"July 22." Vi sighed. "Course, we also missed Ahni, Trang, and my birthdays as well cause they were all in June. But if we get home after August 12th, we'll have missed Ghaida's birthday too. Oh and Steves' of course."

Penny laughed lightly, "I see why you're all friends now."

Vi laughed too. "Yeah, birthday buddies."

A girl screamed outside and Vi lifted her head. "Should we go see-"

"Yeah." Penny swung her legs over and the two of them hurried to the door and looked out.

The young brunette who had been almost done with her servitude, was crying. But she wasn't crying hard enough to disguise her words, "I did my four hundred me! I finished my servitude! You said you'd let me go! I did it in under six years!"

Penny and Violetta moved closer, though the other girls in the room stayed where they were, sitting on the couches and such. Those were- mostly- girls who had accepted that they were going to be here for life, or even just the ones that genuinely enjoyed it.

Penny moved forwards, wanting to protect the girl, but Vi caught her arm, "Don't interfere yet. We can't risk having to break out yet, without knowing where the other bases are."

"Yes, you're leaving." Francisco- who was the head of this compound and the Hispanic man that picked Penny and Violetta up- said. "With this nice gentleman whose going to take you to another base and you'll serve there too. You did rack up interest on the days that no man took you. So really, you've still got about a whole year of men to pay up on."

She sobbed, shaking her head in denial.

"It's not so bad. It's a beautiful compound in my home country." He replied.

"So Mexico?" Penny hissed at Violetta. "And now we can slice his throat?"

"No, not Mexico." Violetta muttered. "I think he's Latino. That's the vibes his name gives off at least. I just don't know which Latino country. But definitely South America."

Penny hissed in frustration.

The girl- who Penny realized she never learned the name of- attempted to make a run for it, jerking the front door open. Francisco sighed, raising his gun. Penny screamed, but the girl didn't make it far before he shot her in the back. Violetta and two other girls joined her in on the screaming.

"Take them all back to their rooms!" Francisco ordered, eyes roaming the entire room. He was clearly angry and Penny and Vi turned tail, rushing back to Penny's room.

"That evil, evil man!" Vi hissed, punching the wall in frustration. "I should have saved her."

"You said we couldn't risk blowing cover." Penny pointed out, although she was feeling just as guilty for not saving her.

"Natasha could've done it." Violetta muttered, putting her forehead against the wall.

Penny softened. She realized now why Vi had wanted to do a mission of her own. She walked over, wrapping her arms around the Italian. "You don't know that. We both feel terrible, but we both know we couldn't risk it."

Vi turned and hugged Penny back, "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course." Penny answered, leading the other girl back to her bed. The sun was setting and Penny left the barred window open. She turned off the light, climbing into bed beside Violetta.

Penny curled into Violetta, liking the warmth that came from her. They were not given very thick sheets or blankets to stay warm with at night.

"Good night Vi." Penny whispered.

"Good night Penny." Violetta murmured.

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"Wake up! What the hell are the two of you doing in the same bed!" Franciscos very loud and obnoxious voice woke Penny up the next morning. She could feel Violetta stirring next to her.

She felt the covers being ripped off her body, and became very annoyed. Violetta, was clearly even more annoyed because she sprang out of bed and slapped Francisco across the face, "You're a fucking bastard, you know that right! You shouldn't have killed her!"

Francisco stared at her in shock, then grew angry. He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Violetta struggled against him, glaring at him, but showed Penny that she didn't want her to interfere. Penny hesitated in the background.

"You have a weak grip old man, just like you have a tiny limp dick. Where you from that gave you such terrible genetics? Peru?" Vi hissed with a small laugh. Penny started to smirk, and then goaded the man by laughing outright.

"I am not weak!" Francisco sneered at her. "I have the glorious heritage of Brazil behind me. My ancestors are Brazilin and so am I!"

"Why would you put a compound in Brazil?" Violetta scoffed, "The only thing beautiful there is the forest."

"The compound is in the forest, duh." Francisco said, letting go of Violetta.

"Didn't Brazil just put in a fascist dictator that no one wants as their new President?" Penny asked, directing Francisco away from Violetta's questions, "Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva?"

Francisco hesitated and then said, "I don't know. I don't care. Do I look like I live there right now?"

"Yeah." Violetta huffed. "For someone who loves his glorious ancestral background, you sure seem to care enough about your home country to know whose running it into the ground?"

Francisco glared at her, "I have Brazilin background. But it is not my home country. My home country is Colombia."

"Oh." Vi muttered and then she smiled, "Thank you."

"For what?" Francisco asked.

"Oh. Nothing." And then Violetta slammed her fist into his face. She lifted her wrist to her mouth as he was out cold. "Oi! Whoever's listening to the coms. There are compounds in Colombia and Brazil. The one in Brazil is in the Amazon Rain Forest. Not sure about Colombia. But we've knocked the guy out so we kind've need to leave. Thanks."

Violetta left the room and came back with rope. She tossed a strand to Penny and then started to tie his ankles together, "Make sure you get his weapons. We'll just prop them up in the living room. And any customers that come in today can join them. Let S.H.I.E.L.D. take care of them all."

Penny nodded, tying the wrists and then the two of them carried him out to the living room.

"Hey!" One of the guards shouted.

Penny ran at him, ducking as he swung his baton, before upper cutting a punch to his jaw. She stomped on his foot, slid his legs apart, kneed him in the groin, before flipping over his shoulders to disable him from behind. He fell to the floor in pain and Penny took his gun and then tied him up as well.

Slowly, Vi and Penny took care of the entire facility.

"Are we free?" One of the younger girls asked, wrapping her arms around her body. No one here was dressed warmly for the cold and the air condition was still blowing. Penny stripped the guard of his jacket, made sure it was perfectly safe, then handed it to her. She took it gratefully.

"You are free." Violetta said, "But we have to wait until S.H.E.I.L.D. takes statements from you all."

"You're from the American Government?" The girl that was brave enough to talk to them first asked.

"Not really." Penny answered. "We're. . . kind've part of the Avengers?"

"Oh! Wow!" Her eyes blew wide as saucers.

Penny, remembering how she hadn't known the name of the girl who died, asked, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Daphne." She responded quietly.

"Well, Daphne, we've already made contact with them, although I should probably send them a second contact." Violetta muttered. "Do any of them have phones?"

"Yeah." Penny said, digging out a phone and then looked at the other girls who were crowding around now. "Does anyone have family or friends or siblings or anyone they can call to let them know they're okay?"

Several of the girls nodded, although a few of them shook their heads. "Well," Penny found two more phones and quickly hacked into them, "You guys can share these. Call whoever you need. You can tell me that you're in Canada and can see the Michigan border. That way anyone whose family isn't near here, can start making their way to Michigan."

Two girls eagerly stepped forward, taking the phones and started calling whoever they wanted to call. Tears falling down her face.

"Tony's already on his way." Violetta said, handing in a third phone for them to use.

It didn't take long for Tony to show up. He strolled through the front door of the compound in a hurry. Penny ran into his arms first and he hugged her back tightly, before kissing her on the lips. Then he pulled Violetta into a hug.

"None of the others are coming. Long story that I'll explain when we get back to the tower." Tony started.

"Is anyone hurt?" Violetta asked immediately.

Tony hesitated and then said, "No one is dead. And no one is in the hospital. Like I said, I'll explain later. But you don't have to worry about anyones immediate safety. Penny, your dad is coming though, he's got some trusted S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with him to take care of this. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is already looking at those bases in the other countries. We'll find them."

Violetta and Penny nodded. They only had to wait two more hours before her father showed up. Girls were taken back to the states, reunited with family or friends. And then Tony was driving Violetta and Penny back, while also telling them what had happened while they were gone.

"Where's Rumlow?" Violetta snarled after Tony was done. "I'm going to cut his balls off and-"

"Steve already killed him." Tony answered.

"Steve? Really?" Violetta and Penny asked together.

"Took his head clean off with his shield." Tony responded. "Not a surprise though, he hates those sort of men."

"Yeah, but Steve is so kind." Violetta muttered.

"He's killed before." Tony shrugged, "I don't see why this shocks people the way that it does."

When they got back to the tower, they saw Natasha and Thor waiting for them outside. Thor immediately pulled Penny into a bone crushing hug, but Natasha went for Violetta first. She whispered in her ear, making the younger widow actually flush with pride, her eyes lighting up. Penny smiled.

"Where is everyone else?" Penny asked.

"Asgard." Tony answered, "We're heading there as well. We figured it would be safer for Elizabeth to stay there while she was pregnant and defenseless. It was better than trying to put a 24-7 protection detail on her, which we all knew she would protest."

Penny nodded and her attention was taken as Natasha came over to kiss and hug her. "You okay?" Nat asked quietly.

"Yeah." Penny answered quietly as well. "What'd you say to Vi?"

"I just told her that her want to save that young girls life meant she was becoming less like a widow and more like a human being." Nat smiled. "And I told her that she saved more girls lives by continuing the mission. The compounds are being cleared out as we speak."

Penny smiled. "Good."

"Ready?" Tony called over. He had suitcases by his feet, standing next to Thor. "Nat packed for the two of you."

Penny, Natasha, and Violetta joined the two men, and readied themselves for the trip to Asgard.

[anika-ann]

A Cup of Truth (S.R)

Type: One-shot, a bit of coffee shop AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 3000

Summary: Your favourite pretty blond comes in every day to get a cup of good ol’ joe. You flirt on occasion; mostly you, because your suit of armour – which people boringly call an apron – and his smiles give you confidence.

When the band of dumb goons picks your damn workplace to attack, your confidence flies out of the window. Well. Good thing that the resident Avenger heroes save the day including the one in his all-American star-spangled glory.

Prompt: “You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere.” (Bold in the text)

Warnings: hostage situation, violence, non-consensual drug use/injected, hospitals, slightly crack-ish humour (?) and some fluff

A/N: For marvelcapsicle’s challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, darling, may you gain more and more sweet followers in the future ♥

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before or after injected with the serum, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would punch bullies in their face.

When it came to people close to his heart, that rule amplified tenfold. No one touched the people he cared for. And while he would not necessarily call all of them friends, he would go rabid should any harm come their way.

To be fair, the list of ‘his people’ who were still alive wasn’t long; he could almost count them on the fingers of one hand. Tony. Natasha. Clint. Thor. Bruce. Probably Fury. Really, his circle was a bit monotonous, people who could protect themselves just fine at most times, but simultaneously with high-risk job of being the first defence line for the world’s greatest threats.

And then there was you.

You, with your inviting smile whenever he appeared at your counter at the café he had discovered during his endless walks.

You, handing him a drink different to his usual ‘boring’ cup of joe once a week, because that was the deal you had offered and Steve, caught in his curiosity about today’s world and your adorable challenging expression, agreed.

You, with your pretty eyes, irises twinkling at his attempts at flirting, no matter how awkward and out-of-time they sounded, graciously returning the favour… if he was reading the situation right.

You, always grinning wide when discovering a doodle he had left on his napkin, taking it with you back to the counter.

You, blissfully unaware of his double life, genuine in your demeanour, dealing with plain old Steve Rogers, and perfectly safe; at least as safe as one could be on Manhattan.

You in a headlock, as five rogue SHIELD agents decided to crash into the café you worked at of all the damn places, choosing it with deadly precision and nearly driving the poor Captain America into a cardiac arrest.

Not that you had any idea your life mattered to the proclaimed Star-Spangled Man more than anyone else’s. You were the exception to the rule; you were the precious outsider Steve caught feelings for, the one that was not supposed to learn about his other persona for at least a while longer and sure as hell was not supposed to get herself in a mess like this one.

Steve stood frozen as Natasha had two men at gunpoint, Clint fighting another, the last one having been already knocked down by Steve himself. The only injured people were the few customers, scarce at the hour, and the employees; some bruises and insignificant bleeding wounds between all of them.

The worst problem still remained; Perez had his arm around your neck, visibly squeezing your windpipe at least partly if the colour of your face – one stained in tears and Steve could kill at the moment, kill with no remorse – was anything to go by.

He gripped his shield tighter, staring the man down with his jaw clenched and his heart beating its way out of his chest, the syringe at your carotid scaring him more than the reduced airflow to your lungs.

“It’s over, Perez! Let her- let the woman go,” Steve howled, knees slightly bend in posture allowing him to spring forward at any second, to throw his weapon, to punch the living daylight of the bastard that not only betrayed SHIELD, but put his hands on you.

Big, big mistake. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“I like her exactly where she is, Cap,” Perez snarled, a wicked smile on his bloody lips, only his eyes giving away a fraction of his fear. “Move and she gets a ticket straight to hell.”

Perez was outnumbered and he knew it; even if he managed to escape, they would find him easily with Tony Stark’s system of surveillance. Yet, he tightened his grip and with you involuntarily acting like a human shield for him, he started backing away, gaze flickering between the three present Avengers.

Natasha’s right arm twitched as if she wanted to shoot him on spot – but she didn’t want to risk leaving the other two without the threat of immediate death for even a second.

And then several things happened at once; Clint knocked his opponent down with the construction of his bow; Perez who saw it lost his nerve and swiftly slammed the needle into your neck, piercing your skin easily, as easily as Steve’s panicked shout ripped from his throat.

The next second, an arrow was sticking from Perez’ shoulder as he jerked back with a cry of pain and Clint put another arrow through his hand, adding one to his thigh for a good measure. Two gunshots sounded in the background, Natasha’s aim as unmistakable as ever.

Perez fell to the ground with a scream, not even reaching for the gun in his holster before Steve was there to knock him out with a brutal hit straight to his face with his vibranium shield. The crack sounding at the impact was like music to Steve’s ears, the blood spurting from Perez’ nose a pleasant visual.

Yet, it didn’t feel half as satisfactory as Steve hoped as you had stumbled and toppled over your own feet. He barely managed to slow down your fall, gloved palm shooting up under the spot between your shoulder blades, his other hand holding your shoulder. He supported your enfeebled weight as you practically lied over the unconscious man.

Steve didn’t bother paying attention to his surroundings, knowing that the noise around him was Romanoff and Barton apprehending the remaining thugs. Instead, his gaze scanned you head to toe, focusing on your face and neck when he couldn’t find any other injury.

You were pale, eyes misted, unfocused, skin worryingly cold to his touch.

“Hey-- hey! Can you hear me?” Steve demanded urgently, lightly patting your cheek.

At that, your pupils zeroed on him, wide with disbelief, and to his immense shock, a lazy smile spread on your lips.

“Steve?” you breathed out his name and blood crystalized in his veins, his heart, already panicking, speeding up. How did you know his name? Perhaps the drug, the whatever liquid in the syringe was taking effect and you were turning delirious? Shit, they needed a doctor-- “You’re the pretty blond. Steve. My flirty Steve… my hero. Everyone’s hero.”

Steve’s horror escalated with each word. Good news: you were still breathing and apparently quite lucid, even if your speech was more of a mumble. Bad news: his secret identity just blew up.

Luckily, he considered the good news much more important; and lucid he would like to keep you, so he shot Natasha and Clint a meaningful glare, wordlessly asking them to call help. He wasn’t sure whether it registered because both of the spies were staring at him wide-eyed as the woman in his arms just outed him like the café’s regular… one that flirted with her, no less.

Steve cleared his throat, focusing on his mission – to keep you talking. There was no much point in denying it, was it?

“Eh... yeah, it’s me. How-how did you know? I wear a mask-“

“Muscly… real muscly… and that ass,” you muttered and Steve nearly choked on his spit, certain that he just turned red all over, including the area you pointed out.

Wait, did that mean that you had been checking him out?

So not important right now.

“Oh, uhm- how are you feeling? We have to-“

“You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere,” you continued babbling as if you hadn’t heard him and Steve gulped, feeling his teammates, who still hadn’t called a doctor, what the actual hell- watching you with interest. ”…could bounce a penny off it… no, that ain’t right, a quarter off of it, that’s it… Dream of it sometimes… biting-“

Clint coughed loudly to cover his laughter, finally springing into action after that uncomfortable remark that gave Steve quite a visual he wasn’t sure how he felt about just yet.

“Alright, as amusing as this is, we should get her some medical attention…”

Steve only took his eyes off of you for a moment, shooting Barton a look that screamed ‘You think?!’

“I want to touch it… please lemme touch it—just once,” you pleaded quietly, swaying even in your practically horizontal position, straining your neck to catch a glimpse of the object of your interest. “The best I’ve even seen-“

“I think it’s ethanol she got injected with…” Natasha announced, sniffing the syringe with disgust in her voice. “High concentration.”

And Steve felt like he just got hit by Thor’s hammer… in his head. Seriously?

“…alcohol?” he asked, dumbstruck and utterly relieved, the heavy weight in his stomach lifting a bit. “You think she’s merely… drunk?”

“Well, alcohol straight to the bloodstream is seriously nasty on its own, S-“

“Alcohol nasty, yesss. And this really hurts,” your voice interrupted Natasha and Steve’s heart clenched uncomfortably when the surprised grimace appeared on your face, your eyes indeed clouding in pain, looking up at him, doe-eyed, so vulnerable and trusting.

“Hey, no sad Steeb! Your eyes pretty too. Little pictures you draw… so suuuper cute. I like your hair. You came in the day, wind blew, so messy-- like bed hair, wanna try top that-- I betcha I can do better-“

“Sounds drunk enough to you?” Natasha hummed casually and Steve didn’t even have to look at her to know she was smirking, while he was both fretting over your state and blushing to the roots of his hair because of your blunt compliments and unfiltered fantasies.

You turned your head slowly to Nat as she spoke, a crooked grin curling up your lips. “Hey, you’re pretty too-“

Much to Steve’s annoyance, the Russian spy had the audacity to chuckle and wink at you.

“Why thank you-“

“But prefer blonds,” you babbled again, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “He’s real nice. His biceps are like… huge. Bigger than my head-- ow, my head… spi-spinning- I think-? Whoa— oh… “

Steve called out your name in panic as you went limp in his arms, your body pliant, folding like a house of cards.

“I like her,” Clint noted as he jogged to Steve’s side, kneeling to take your pulse on the unharmed carotid with a furrow to his brows. “The medics are on their way, she’ll hold on until then.”

Steve sighed in relief when Clint nodded in affirmation again, feeling your heart still beating.

Steve’s grip on your tightened, hand sliding behind your head to cradle it gently rather than letting it dangle in such unnatural angle. He manoeuvred it so your cheek rested against his chest, his newly free hand sneaking under your knees so he could lift you with ease as he stood up.

“Nice, Rogers. Keep going like this, squads with weights, and you’ll keep that exceptional ass of yours in shape,” Natasha teased him, but when he turned to glare at her, she gave him a soft smile and beckoned towards your nearly motionless body. “She’ll be okay. Let’s go get her some help.”

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Your head was pounding. The right side of your neck was itchy as hell and felt extremely stiff. The beeping sounding in your ears was a thing from nightmares, echoing in your aching skull.

You felt like shit and honestly, you could cry when you tried to open your eyes and the sharp light hit them, making you swiftly close them again.

A realization slowly crept at you that there was a presence of an intrusive smell too, making you want to puke— or was that just the brutal hangover? Because you felt unbelievably hungover on top of everything. The world seemed to be spinning even behind your closed eyelids and you couldn’t but groan, deciding to only curse the universe mentally since your throat resembled a Sahara Desert.

“Oh, hey gorgeous,” a female voice greeted you from your left and you snapped your eyes open with a startle, staring with shock at the beautiful redhead sitting by your bedside.

For few long seconds, you wondered if you died and went to heaven, because there was a non-descript angelic-like creature watching over you.  You quickly brushed that thought aside, because there was no way Heaven looked like a hospital room and provided you with such shitty sensations attacking your poor body.

So you asked the only logical question, ignoring the dryness of your mouth which soon cause you to cough.

“…who are you?”

A plastic cup with a heavenly cold liquid landed in front of you, the straw sticking from it directed to your lips as the stunning woman frowned discontentedly.

“Oh, you don’t remember?” she asked, seemingly hurt. “My heart is breaking! You told me I was pretty.”

You blinked slowly, finally adjusting to the light, finally able to talk without pain (that much pain, that was) and your head started pounding some more, embarrassment filling every fibre of your being.

What the- oh god, you had really got drunk, hadn’t you, and now you had a total blackout on what you had been up to in your questionable state.

“Eeeer… I did? I mean, you are… but-“

“But you prefer blonds, yeah, I know,” the mysterious woman finished your sentence to her liking and your eyes went wide. How did she- and who was she again, sitting in your hospital room like that? Had you really got so smashed that you didn’t remember her when you should have? When had you met? Shit, your mind was so foggy… “And you think Steve’s a bit prettier. And his ass is the best you’ve ever seen, so I get it…”

“The hell?!” you squealed in utter horror, sitting up straight as the words registered, a flash of blue, red and white flickering in the back of your mind, followed by a sharp stung in your temples. A nauseatingly strong pain resembling an intense cramp – only like ten times worse – shot up your neck as you moved so quickly, ripping a startled yelp from your throat.

A hazy image of the café you worked at blended into a picture Steve’s beautiful eyes – did this woman know your regular, your handsome flirty blond regular? –, sensation of gentle hands cradling your jaw, a sting in your neck—

“You need to be careful with how much you move. Your neck took quite a hit, they had to perform a surgery on you, you got a transfusion. They worried about your brain too. They’ve been monitoring you for four days now and this is the first time you’re awake,” your stranger explained patiently, voice full of compassion.

Your hand involuntarily rose to massage the incriminated place, still unsure of what the woman was talking about, the images in your brain confusing the hell out of you. You still had no idea who she was, but her face was starting to feel a bit familiar – you assumed that whatever had happened, she had been there too, possibly helping you.

And there was something in her green eyes, cautious yet somewhat calming, making it easy to trust her for some inexplicable reason.

“Steve’s gonna be pissed at me for missing it,” she added and grinned. “I made him leave to take care of himself before he could actually start taking roots in here. He’s been worried too. A lot.”

The amount of question marks in your head just doubled, but at the same time, your heart fluttered. Steve had visited you? Often, apparently? That was really, really sweet of him. The thought of him guarding you – and didn’t he have a physique of a bodyguard, once mentioning he was in private security when asked –, brought a dreamy smile to your face.

Perhaps it wasn’t only about flirting for him either…?

“Keep looking so lovestruck and I might forgive him that he hasn’t mention you before. Though I guess I can’t blame him, wanting to keep— anyway. I’m Natasha. Nice to meet you,” she extended her hand towards you at last and you automatically accepted it, telling her your name in return.

Even though that was probably beside the point seeing as she had been found at your bedside in a hospital.

“Hi, Natasha. Nice to meet you too… I think.”

The redhead burst out into a quiet laughter at your hesitance. “Fair enough. After Steve comes back and explains what exactly happened – because it’s not quite my place to tell you –, call me back for the good details. It’s fun to make him blush.”

Despite just only having met this woman, you decided that you kinda liked her and nodded in acceptance of her offer. Steve might be sweet – perhaps even sweet on you it seemed – but some harmless teasing could never hurt. Not when it apparently had something to do with his glorious ass.

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before injected with the serum or after, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would fight for what mattered.

His teammates and friends certainly fell into the category. The somewhat relationship he had been trying to build with you was right there with them, definitely worth fighting for.

So, after revealing his identity – an action which become inevitable at that point, really – he had a delicate confession to make and a bold question to ask in an almost shy voice. He still asked it, because he would be damned if he gave up on you.

You said yes, your confession about certain harboured feelings matching his.

You said yes, you would like to go out with him very much, because you liked him too.

And no, it wasn’t just because he owned the best backside you had ever seen. Steve Rogers was, according to you, quite memorable and worth fighting for in general too.

(Steve, over time, might have developed a bit of a love-hate relationship with the fact you were getting along with Natasha so well. It was good news and bad news at the same time, seeing as it often resulted in the two of you teaming up against him. Once again, the good news won him over… because he simply loved how easily you fit into his world and how surprisingly well he fit into yours.)

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Thank you for reading :-*

It’s once a again a bit different from my usual writing; it’s short (like wtf me? short?) and it’s with a quote that is hard to do justice to... so I hope you liked it at leats a bit. Feedback always appreciated :-*

[lesbian-deadpool]

Roses In A Storm

Part One of Three: We’re Not Done Yet

Prelude | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,777

Warnings: Sadness, grief, blood, violence, excess drinking, anger, murder, talks of weed use, I think that may be it.

Request: By so many but mainly @missmonsters2​. Happy??

Summary: Unhinged and grieving. You get a very special guest.

A/N: This is the ending to “Soulmates”.

Ko-Fi

(Not my GIF)

***

To say you became unhinged after Tony's funeral, was an understatement.

Your entire being crumbled. And you became a shell of the person you used to be.

You cared about nothing and no one. Not even yourself.

You had told Fury he could, respectfully, shove your job up where the sun doesn't shine. And stormed out of his office, with him calling after you.

And that wizard dude.

What was his name?

Stanly?

Sherlock?

Samantha?

Fucking, Benadryl Copypaper?

You didn't know, you couldn't remember?

But that wasn't the point. What was the point, however, was how much Socriteis-Harry Potter bothered you- Stephen Strange!- That was wand-boys name!

Anyway!

He had been bugging the shit outa you ever since you left the lake house.

You could kill him.

Texts, emails, letters, calls, fucking popping out of nowhere. With all this "we're not done yet" bullshit. Yada, yada, yada. To be completely honest, you didn't listen to a single word he ever said, so you wouldn't know.

Luckily, he didn't randomly pop out from one of his orange portals, as much as the other things. So, you didn't have to actively try to dodge, escape, and punch him the fuck out evade him all that much.

But you could still fucking kill him.

Currently, you were stood, overlooking The Hudson River, staring at The Statue Of Liberty. The cold had just started to settle in, Autumn slowly turning into winter, frost visibly coating the ground.

Natasha loved this time of year.

It wasn't too hot that she would feel like she was melting, and it wasn't too cold for her to have to bundle up too much to step out. It was just perfect. She always liked it on the chilly side.

You remember once a few years ago before you had even met Penny and started this whole heart-breaking spiral. Natasha had dragged you out of the tower, her hand in yours as she literally dragged you. And towards the coffee shop she had recently found in the Soho area, what she was doing there in the first place, you didn't ask, out of fear of being threatened. Because you knew Natasha would never, actually, hurt you.

It was a fantastic day out.

One of the best times of your life.

The day had started off early, at around ten AM at that coffee shop, which you had to admit, was amazing. Followed by a store Natasha wanted to check out for Clints Christmas present. Then you had lunch, followed by more shopping.

You were pretty sure this was all one big day for Natasha to find out what gift to get you. But, none the less, you spent the entire day together. Even ending the day by staying over at Natasha's apartment, after walking her home. Because you were a gentleman like that. And also, there were way too many bags for her to carry.

Who knew that the Black Widow could shop like it was a sport?

At the end of the day, you came to the conclusion that she would win gold in the Olympics for it if she could. She could win gold in the Olympics on most of the sports if we're being truly honest.

It was a date.

Not your first one, by far.

But it was a date.

You realised that now.

Way too late.

That wasn't just Natasha's way of finding out what to get you for Christmas. She wanted to take you out on a date.

And you were way too fucking clueless to realise that.

You just wish you could make up for that now.

You wished you could hold her in your arms again.

The way you were always supposed too.

Not as friends. But as lovers.

But now, you had to live without her. So you did what you always did to get through the day.

You drank.

You found the closes bar that was open at the early hours of the morning, sat down on one of the dingy stools, and drank.

Little did you know, that sitting at that bar, would change your life forever.

***

The sound of glass smashing behind you caused your eyes to snap wide open, startled at the sudden noise. But you didn't care enough to turn around and check the commotion out, from your place leaning on the bar, with your glass of whisky pressed to your temple.

"This is bullshit!" Came a gruff voice.

"Hey," that same voice said. It's owner shoving against your shoulder harshly, "Avenger."

"That's not my job anymore," you replied coldly, to the scruffy man, with a long dirty blonde beard.

You had seen him around this bar, that you had quickly made your regular, but had never caught his name.

"No, but you were one," he spat out drunkenly.

"Well done," your tone was sarcastically chipper, "Would you like a sticker for being such a big, smart boy?" The sickly sweet smile that was on your face fell, as you turned back to take a hearty swig of your drink.

"You motherfucker."

Just as he was about to shove you off of your stool, the bartender spoke up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Do you really want to go up against an ex-Avenger?"

"Shut up, Weasel!"

"Yeah," you told the bartender, smirking as you did, "He's a big boy, remember. He can make his own mistakes."

"'Mistake'?!" the bearded man barked out, "Ha! No. This is going to be the best thing I've ever done."

"I think you've drank too much there, dirtier Hagrid."

He slammed his fist down onto the bar, furious at your calm state.

"You see that up there?" He pointed up to the long chalkboard above the bar. "That's the Dead Pool, and you're the highest one to win-"

Without even sparing the board a glance you quipped, "Yes. I am able to read."

You didn't even flinch when the man flicked out a switchblade right by your cheek, just continued to drink your burning liquor.

"I want that money. And I'm gonna get it. But first, I'm gonna cut out your tongue so you can't say any more smart-ass remarks."

"Wow. 'remarks'. That the smartest word you have in your vocabulary?"

A laugh sounded from behind you. One, predictably, from your new-found friend, Wade. Just as the man to your lefts anger bubbled up, flowing from the brim.

"Oh, you motherfuck-"

He brought his blade back, intending to stab you in the back, as he spoke. That is before your almost empty glass smashed into the side of his face, glass flying everywhere, especially into his face and your palm. The man yelled out in pain. And before he could retaliate by trying to stab you again, you quickly disarmed him, fracturing his arm as you did so. Then plunging the switchblade into his right thigh, making him scream out in pain. Ad finally, you delivered a crushing blow to his chest, by kicking him down to the floor, along with a couple of barstools, breaking a few of his ribs in the process.

Most of the people in the -once nunnery- bar, sounded out their happiness at witnessing a fight, no matter how outmatched the people were to each other. While the man groaned on the floor, trying his hardest to stand up, while a few of his buddies helped him up.

"Told you so," Weasel said offhandedly, his face sporting a cringe.

"You sonofabitch!" he spat out -like, literally spat... gross-, as he tried his hardest to keep his tears at bay.

"You- You stabbed me," he stuttered, pointing at you.

"That's right, Einstein. I did."

"You'll pay for that. You'll fucking pay!" He hoppled closer to you so that you were now face to face. Leaving his buddies behind.

"I can't wait." You smiled.

"There's no fucking wonder the bitch you drank overthrew herself off of a fucking cliff." Your smile dropped. "Anything to get away from you. To never have to see your face again."

Bad idea.

Your sight turned into an intense hue of red, so much so that the man's beard turned ginger.

Rage boiled up within you. The only other time you had felt this angry was when you found out that Natasha was gone, and she was never coming back, and that it was all that purple Titan's fault.

You hit him.

Of course, you fucking hit him.

With all your might.

No one said that kind of shit about Natasha. And especially not to your face.

But you weren't fighting a titan this time.

You were fighting a drunken burly man.

A drunk burly man who could take a fucking punch.

But you chalked that up to his adrenaline and how intoxicated he was.

He was sure to feel it all in the morning.

He stumbled from your punch. The knife, still in his leg, tearing against his flesh, causing more blood to spill from the wound.

And for Weasel's skin to tingle green, when he saw it.

The bearded man's friends rushed up to him, as yours did the same to you, holding you back from the man. As you roared at him.

"You're one stupid motherfucker, you know that?! It's like you've got a fucking death wish!"

He spat blood at you while laughing, "You really think she loved you! Wouldn't she still be here if she did?!"

You exhaled hotly. Fury pouring from your every pore.

The familiar cold metal filled your hand as you pulled the trigger of your concealed gun, shooting the man between the eyes.

Okay... so, maybe he wouldn't feel everything in in the morning...

His friends were just as idiotic as he was. Them all moving to pull out their own guns, but you made quick work of them.

Two more head shots. And one shot to the neck.

Even drunk, your marksmanship was impeccable.

"Well..." Wade said slowly, as the whole bar grew silent. Patting you on your back, he continued, "You just won yourself ten grand."

"Awesome," you muttered, "I'm buying everyone their drinks for the rest of the day!"

That got the bar cheering again.

"What the fuck, Y/L/N?!"

You turned around at the new voice. Coming face to face with Nick Fury, who looked beyond angry.

"Nick!" you cheered, "Take a seat, have a drink.- I'm paying!"

"Yes. I heard."

The man watched you for a few moments, noting how intoxicating you were. But was still able to see the coldness behind your eyes, that wasn't there before.

But a lot of things had changed since then.

Fury sighed.

"We need to talk."

***

"Hey, Weasel! Can I get another drink over here, please?!" you called over to your friend and bartender, who nodded at you.

You sat at a small table in the back of the bar, with Fury to your right, and Wade to your left.

The bodies of the four men you had shot down, already cleared away, and the drinks you had promised the patrons, poured.

"You still shot down four men in cold blood, Y/L/N," Fury continued on with his rant, that had been going on since you first sat down with him, not even fifteen minutes ago. You rolled your eyes, just as Weasel cam over, placing a full bottle of whisky down in front of you.

"If it makes you feel any better," the bartender began, facing Fury, "Those guys were plotting to kidnap some kids for ransom."

Fury just starred at the fidgeting man, with a blank eye. No emotion showed on his hard face, which only made Weasel more anxious.

"Right. I'll just go then."

"It makes him feel better, Weasel!" you called to the retreating man.

Even after months of not seeing the man, you could still read his, almost always, blank face, like an open book. It was a skill you wore proudly like a badge of honour. You doubted if your skill would ever fade.

Fury 'humphed' at you. Knowing full well that you were right, as he watched you take a swig of whisky straight from the bottle.

"You've changed, Y/N."

"No shit," you said harshly, "Wouldn't you?"

Fury sighed, for the umpteenth time since you've been talking to him.

"Listen Y/L/N-"

"Sorry to interrupt," Weasel said, "Making you smile into your bottle of alcohol, "But not really- What happened yo your eye?"

"He won't tell you, trust me. I've been asking him about it for years."

Wade hummed, squinting his eyes at the scars coming from behind Fury's eye patch, from his half rolled up mask, while taking a sip from his pina colada.

"My eye is not the focus, right now," Fury barked.

"Oh, but can it be?"

"Yeah, I beg to differ," Wade carried on, waving his finger at the fore talked about eye, "It looks like you got scratched by an itty-bitty kitty-cat."

"Bold words from the man whose lips look like a gaping asshole," Fury fired back, causing you to laugh so hard that tears started seeping from your eyes.

You wiped at your eyes as you regained as much of your composure as possible at that moment. Muttering to yourself, "I'm so drunk."

"Okay, listen. I came here for a reason- Don't." Fury pointed at both you and Wade, glaring at you in warning as to not interrupt him, with your remarks, or just in a general. "Strange has been trying to contact you, Isn't that right, Y/L/N?"

"Yeah. He wants me to work for him, go back to work for you, or something. I don't know, I didn't listen to him. He can go fuck himself."

"Strange?" Wade asked

"Yeah." You nod. "The portal guy I told you about."

"Oh. Shitty Harry Potter?!"

"That's the bitch!"

"Okay, that's enough!" Fury yelled, slamming his hands down onto the table, causing the drinks upon it to shake.

"Okay, damn. What's up you dating him, or something?" you asked.

"No, I'm not dating him," Fury growled.

"It's okay if you're gay." You nodded at Wade's words. "We don't care. We're both gay as fuck."

"I'm not!" Fury stopped himself from fishing his sentence, taking a breath and then exhaling it before he started speaking again. "I'm not dating Strange. But you do need to talk to him."

"Yeah, not gonna happen."

"Just hear him out."

"There's no reason for me too! What? He's gonna ask me to help him out with some hero bullshit. Well, I don't do that anymore."

"Yeah, I've noticed with all of the vigilante work you've been doing with your new friend here." Fury nodded towards Wade, who placed a hand over his heart.

"Oh, you've heard of my work. You flatter me."

"I'm not a vigilante I'm a hitman," you spoke at the same time.

"You're a what?"

"A hitman. If I'm gonna do this shit, might as well get paid for it." You shrugged.

"Or you could not just do it."

You shrugged once again. "It's what I'm good at. And it's the only thing that seems to distract me from this unbearable pain- Well. That and drinking. Also, weed. So much weed."

Fury put his head in his hands, shaking it against his palms, because of your words.

"Good job, Y/N. You broke him!"

"Stop it, both of you," Fury muttered.

"I know, it's so easy. It's a skill really."

"Stop," Fury ordered.

"What's up, Nick?" you asked, "Someone bugging you? Need me to kill ew? I'll give you a friend's and family discount."

"Just listen to strange!"

"Okay."

"Wait. Really?" Fury asked.

"For the right amount."

You smirked as Fury groaned.

"I'm not paying you to listen to Strange."

"Then I guess I ain't listening to him then."

"He wants to talk about Natasha!" he yelled.

Slowly pulling the whisky bottle from your lips, you placed it back on the table.

"What about Natasha?" you asked blankly.

Fury sighed again, thankful that you were finally listening to him. "Listen to what he has to say."

"What does he have to say?"

"It's better coming from him. I don't know everything and I know you'll have a lot of questions. Most of them stupid."

Gritting your teeth, you exhaled deeply. "Fine... I'll talk to him."

"Thank, God."

"You gonna set up a meeting for us?"

"No need." Fury smiled."What do you-?" Suddenly you screamed, plummeting down the portal that just materialised on the seat of your chair.

"Now we're playing with portals!" Wade joked.

Fury shook his head, picking up his drink. "I hate you."

"So... what is the story with your eye?"

"Go fuck yourself, Wilson."

"Well, if you insist."

***

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@imnotasuperhero, @veteranwerewolf95, @natasha-danvers, @marvelfansince08love​

[january-glooms]

tattoo hc’s

for @silver-bubbles

Small disclaimer: this is all Penny because I was writing this for a mcu overhaul where Tony is the godfather of Felicia Fury, who is just Felicia Hardy, but a Fury,,, for you guessed it my friend Felicia. Peter is Penny because I said so (I wanna be Peter Parker okay, leaf me alone), but this pretty much works regardless of Peter’s gender. All you have to remember is that Peter/Penny is Tony’s biological child

So, I had this thought, what if? (lmao what if) Penny has tattoos for her parents, aunt and uncle. So like their death dates in Roman numerals paired with a flower that represents them to her. Mary and Richard’s death date is the same so they share the tattoo, but instead of one flower there are two surrounding the date. And later on she gets a matching one with Tony. After that Harry, Genie and her get a group one. She also gets a group one with Ned and MJ. The Web Warriors™ have one with their momma spider. Of course Shuri saw this and wanted on with her. Don’t even get me started on Felicia (and Sharon) that woman can be atrocious when she doesn’t get what she wants immediately. And last but certainly not least she has one with Harley.

The Parkers:

The numerals:

Mary & Richard: XXIX. XI. MMIV

May: IV. V. MMXII (she died during the invasion in 2012 i’m sorry)

Ben: XXV. X. MMXV

The flowers:

Mary: a black and white heather (protection, she thought that by giving her to Tony, she’d be protecting her)

Richard: a freesia (unconditional love, cuz eventho he isn’t her bio dad he still loves her like she was)

May: a garden rose (free spirit, if that isn’t May Parker than I don’t know what is)

Ben: instead of a flower he gets the quote: “With great power comes great responsibility” (cuz Ben is special and different also it’s the reason she became Spider-Woman)

Placements and timing:

Mary and Richard’s is on the left side of her torso close to her heart, it was the first one she got and wasn’t comfortable with showing it. So, she got at an easy hideable spot. She got this one shortly after the spiderbite with permission of course.

May’s is on her upper left arm where you usually see tattoos of a rose, the numerals are under the rose. This one was a gift for her fifteenth birthday.

Ben’s is on her inner left bicep so he is near May. The quote is in italics with the numerals a little underneath and to the side of them. She got this one together with May’s.

Irondad & Spiderdaughter:

Tony has her spider emblem.

Penny has his arc reactor.

The tattoo is on Tony’s left wrist and on Penny’s right. She got this one as a birthday gift with her dad on her 16th birthday.

The Golden Trio:

Harry has a lightning bolt for Harry Potter, because just like Harry he is famous for something he doesn’t want to be. (Also they share a name and I just couldn’t pass the opportunity)

Genie has a wand for Ron Weasley, because just like Ron he loses his way sometimes by standing in the shadows of Harry and Penny’s fame and intellect, but he always comes back.

Penny has a book with a quill for Hermione Granger, because just like Hermione she is the smartest and has the most common sense (which isn’t that much) out of the three of them. (She’s like 88 percent of Harry’s impulse control)

The tattoo is on all of their right ankle, because no matter the distance between them they will always find their way back to each other. They got this after Harry returned to NYC from France after the whole Green Goblin ordeal.

The Rebellion:

Ned has a lightsaber for Luke, because just like Luke he is a innocent puppy who deserves the world. (That’s basically it)

MJ has a blaster for Leia, because just like Leia she is an activist but also like her she us the only one with actual common sense (Cindy too ig, but she isn’t part of the Star Wars trio)

Penny has a Millennium Falcon for Han, because just like Han she is impulsive and has no regards towards her own safety.

The tattoo is on their right shoulder blade. They got this one the day they graduated from high school.

The Web Warriors™:

This one is easier, all of the Web Warriors™ together with their favourite momma spider have a little web tattooed on their right collarbone. Next to the web is маленький паук written for the teen heroes aka Penny, Cindy, Gwen & Miles (eventually) and Natasha has мама паук written next to her web. Natasha, Gwen, Cindy and Penny got this one on the one year anniversary of Gwen being a Romanoff (Roni wanted to be in the story too, this was her choice. go bother her about it @justsomeonerandomiguess). Later on when Miles becomes Arachnid and turns 18 he gets one too.

Science Sisters™:

Shuri has Science Sister written in Italian, Penny’s first language. Sorella di scienza

Penny has Science Sister written in Xhosa, Shuri’s first language. Usisi weSayensi

The tattoo is on their bicep, left for Shuri and right for Penny, it’s written in cursive and wraps around their bicep so it looks like a band. Technically speaking this is the latest of the tattoos she gets, on Shuri’s 18th birthday.

The Legacy Trio™:

Felicia has Gattina written with a little black cat.

Sharon has Topolina written with a little mouse.

Penny has Cucciola written with a little puppy.

The reason for it is, because those were the nicknames Tony gave them and it stuck with everyone. This tattoo is on their lower back and they got it on Penny’s 17th birthday.

Parkner:

Harley has the word Princess written with a spiderweb in the shape of a heart.

Penny has the word Darlin’ written with a spiderweb in the shape of a heart.

The tattoo is on Harley’s right hip and on Penny’s left. This tattoo is one she gets on her one year anniversary of dating Harley, at this point they have already been through so much together that she knows that he’s it for her. He knows it too, so much so that he is already working on a ring. But that is besides just like the fact that they are only 17 at this point. Also Harley is the only one who is allowed to have his tattoo on the left, the same side as all of her deceased relatives. When she tells him he asks her if she is sure and she says yes, because this way he is a little closer to those who matter to her that he can’t meet.

[dumbchickwrites]

the end of the rainbow 🌈 — part 1

Pairings: Sam Wilson x OC! Iris Fury.

Warnings: none (for now eheheh).

Words: 1488.

Summary: Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Iris Fury, daughter of Nick Fury, is called by her father to assist the Avengers while agent Romanoff recovers from a few wounds. A certain Falcon catches her eye. Follow Iris and Sam as they take a walk on the rainbow and eventually find out what hides at the end of that beautiful path.

A/N: Remember a while back when I said I was done writing? LOL. Anyway, this is my very first Sam Wilson fanfiction and my first OC fanfiction. A little fact about the title: I called it The End of the Rainbow because in Greek mythology, the goddess Iris was a messenger who travelled on the rainbow between the gods and the humans. This note’s getting pretty long (can you tell I’m excited?), so I’m just gonna wrap it here. Enjoy!

please reblog and comment if you like! <3

***

Bucky's feet silently slid on the polished floor as he sleepily dragged himself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Everything was dark and empty, as a home should be at three in the morning.

Except the common room wasn't.

Now fully alert, Bucky came back on his steps to find a woman sitting in a chair, a book in her lap and a steaming cup in her hand. She was wearing all black, her kinky curls pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

She took a sip of her beverage without looking up at the man in front of her, though she was perfectly aware of his presence. She flipped a page of the book.

The former Hydra soldier flexed his metal arm, ready to spring into action.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The woman remained silent.

"I asked you a question," Bucky took a step towards the intruder.

She held up a finger and shushed him. "Not now, Sarge. The story's getting good."

Bucky's frown deepened with a mix of confusion and offence. Who in the world was this woman to show up in his home in the middle of the night and tell him to shut up?! And she'd made herself comfortable!

"Okay," Bucky huffed. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., wake up the rest of the team, please. We got a situation here."

"That won't be necessary, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," the woman spoke again. She still hadn't looked at him, not tearing her eyes off the book. "Let them sleep."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"I'm sorry, Mr Barnes. Your authority has been overridden," the A.I. said.

"Overrid— What?! I'm gonna need someone to tell me what the hell is going on here!" the volume of his voice increased as he started waving his arms.

The woman finally looked up from the book with an exasperated sigh. Why couldn't he just go back to bed, she thought. It was way too early — or late — for her to be dealing with this. She closed the book and set it on the coffee table, then sat back in the chair to make herself more comfortable.

"My name is Iris Fury. I'm here to help you guys."

*

"Most of you know Agent Fury here—"

Iris leaned towards her father to whisper something in his ear, which made him roll his eyes. Or at least, the one people could see.

The team sat in front of Nick Fury and his daughter. They had the same stance — hands behind their backs, standing straight, legs slightly apart and chin up. They even both wore all black outfits, though Iris looked slightly taller than her father thanks to her heeled boots.

"...Agent Clarke here," he gave her a pointed look. "She used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D., but now works for MI6. She's going to fill up Agent Romanoff's duties while she recovers from her injuries."

Iris smiled at the team from where she stood. Agent Barnes was sulking at the end of the table, for some reason. She wasn't sure why, but she made a mental note to clear the air with him before things got too weird. Natasha sent her a warm smile, which she acknowledged by winking at her. It had been a long time since she saw the Avengers. Last time she was in the U.S., there were six of them but only Steve and Natasha were with her in Washington D.C. when S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed, leaving the country with a major breach in its military intelligence. She also vaguely remembered Sam. She'd only exchanged a few words with him but he'd been quite helpful.

"I'm off to D.C.," her father said. "I expect y'all to treat my daughter well—"

"Dad!" she hissed. "This is highly unprofessional!"

"And I expect you to be on your best behaviour.”

Iris rolled her eyes at her dad, reminding him that she wasn’t a kid anymore. They exchanged a long gaze before her father squeezed her shoulder and stepped out of the conference room.

Once Nick was out of sight, she turned back to the team with a smile.

"So," she clapped her hands.

Clint rushed to her to engulf her in a fatherly hug. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him with all she had.

"I haven't seen you in so long, kiddo! Wow! Nat, look at our baby!" Clint was beaming, pointing at Iris.

"Your baby?" Tony perked up. "I'm sorry, but I babysat her."

"Babysat?" Iris parroted. "Tony, I was seventeen when we met," she laughed.

"Exactly!"

They all joked like this for a few moments before they led Iris to the kitchen. Tony started taking out the fruits and vegetables he needed to make his famous green juice, Sam started cooking the eggs and bacon, and Clint was on waffle duty. Iris wanted to help, but they told her to "sit down and be cute", something that Clint always told her when she was a child, running around S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"So this is Wanda," Clint pointed toward the Scarlet Witch with his laddle, batter dripping on the counter. Iris saw Tony make a face at it, which amused her. "I mean you probably know who everyone here is, but let's do this the old-fashioned way. You already know Bucky," he was still sulking in a corner, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Yeah, I do know him," Iris said, absentmindedly rubbing the two scars on her shoulder and collarbone over her long-sleeved shirt.

"Uh... and you already know Sam, too."

Iris sent a little wave his way, to which he smiled.

Wanda came to sit next to Iris, already talking her ear off. She didn't mind though, it was cute. Steve, Natasha and Bucky were already sat at the table, talking about God-knows-what.

"Hey, where's Rhodey?" Iris asked after a few moments, realising someone was missing.

"He's with Vision, he's helping him with something," Tony answered while serving the juice. "He'll be here soon."

Though no one wanted her to help for the time being, she still helped set the table and made some fresh orange juice.

"So, Pumpkin, you know everything about everyone here, but we're kind of in the dark here. What have you been up to?" Tony asked.

Everyone's eyes fell on her and it took all she had for her not to squirm under their intense gazes. She usually didn't mind attention but they were the Avengers, after all.

"Oh, uh... I don't think I know everything..." Tony motioned for her to keep talking so she did. "Well, after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell I joined MI6, like daddy said."

"Speaking of that, I love the accent," Natasha said. “What’s up with the Clarke, though? Are you married?”

"Thanks Nat. And God no,” she chuckled. “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I wanted to make it on my own, without daddy’s name.”

"So do you guys have a real life James Bond or something like that?" Wanda asked. "Is it like in the movies? With the cool tech?”

Iris threw her head back in a laugh. If she had a penny every time someone asked her that question, she'd probably have like $50 or something.

"Kind of. Look," she raised her wrist and pressed a button on the side of her watch. A holographic display emerged in the air, pictures and documents slowly swirling. Iris pressed the button again and the hologram disappeared as Wanda watched, her mouth hung open in a "woah".

"So it's like bootleg Stark tech," Tony said matter-of-factly.

Iris simply shrugged, "Sure."

After finishing breakfast and helping with the dishes, Iris went back to her bedroom to finish unpacking her things. Tony had had a room ready for her the minute Nick called him.

She was folding her clothes while swaying to the music playing in the background when she sensed someone looking at her. She placed the pair of jeans she was holding on top of their designated pile before turning towards the door to look at Sam.

“Hey,” he said. “Tony sent me to see if you needed anything,” he crossed one leg over the other and leaned on the doorframe.

“I’m good, thanks. I could eat more of that bacon though,” she added with a smile. “You make some nice eggs, too.”

“I like to think of it as my hidden talent,” he shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“Cooking in general or just eggs?” Iris started folding a shirt.

“I guess you’ll find out if you stick around long enough.”

“I hope I will,” she said, biting her lower lip to hide her smile.

Sam winked at her before disappearing in the hallway, a slight dip in his steps. He made his way to his own room so that he could change into some workout clothes and hit the gym. Clear his head a little. Ungodly thoughts had been swirling in his mind for an hour, all provoked by the particular way a certain word sounded in Iris’ mouth.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Don’t You Love Me? 14- Twisted [Steve Rogers x Reader]

A.N.: Your feedback makes me so happy and helps me write faster, please keep it coming! <3

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language, mentions of sex. Read with care please.

Summary: Sometimes, gifts aren’t welcomed.

Word Count: 2642

Chapters:

1         2       3       4       5       6     7         8       9        10     11   12   13

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Gif’s not mine!

You filled yourself some coffee from Tony’s coffee machine, trying to wake up. The last couple of days had been tough, especially after your talk with Bucky. So far, Trent had been silent and you couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing but one thing was for sure, it meant he was planning something.

HYDRA was planning something.

“You can’t ask me that.” Bucky shook his head, “You- Y/N, you don’t even-“

“Bucky, if HYDRA uses me,” You cut him off, “Or if they get to… if they get to something that I know, the world will be a very different place. Not in a good way.”

Bucky shook his head fervently, “There will be a solution.”

“You of all people know how bad they get.”

“Doesn’t matter. I won’t do that to you, or Steve,” he paused, “Or myself.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a pair of arms sneaking around your waist and Steve’s cologne filled your nostrils, making you smile almost automatically and lean back to his chest.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.” Steve pressed a kiss on the top of your head, “Penny for your thoughts?”

You turned around with the cup in your hands, looking up at him. He still looked sleepy, considering almost all of you were staying at the Tower for a couple of days just in case an emergency happened, not that you were complaining.

Especially with moments like these.

“Oh nothing,” You shrugged, “I was just trying to make a mental list, I have a lot to do today.”

“Like what?”

“I gotta meet Jake,” You shrugged, “He said he wanted to see me and for some reason, he couldn’t tell me on the phone.”

Steve frowned, “Why not?”

“Wouldn’t know. Then I gotta come back and do more research on Trent, maybe something escaped our notice-“

“You’ve barely slept for the last two days.”

“Ruining Trent is more important.”

“No, it really isn’t.” Steve said, his eyes intense on you, “Can I come with you?”

“To Jake?”

“Yeah.”

You scoffed, “Sure but why?”

Steve shrugged, “Just in case,” he said, “We don’t know how far HYDRA goes.”

“I’m pretty sure HYDRA doesn’t employ bartenders, capcake.” You grinned, “It’s cute though, this whole thing.”

“What whole thing?”

“Secret jealousy thing.” You motioned at him and he had the audacity to look confused.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Threatened?”

“No.”

“Sensitive?”

“Sensitive?!”

“Who’s sensitive?” Bucky asked, as soon as he walked in, “Or do I want to know?”

You leaned sideways to look at Bucky around Steve’s arm, “I’m meeting Jake and Steve is being weird about it.”

“I’m not being weird-“

“Jake, the bartender who you used to hook up with?”

“Once!” You pointed out, “Just once and it wasn’t even that good, so no reason to feel threatened.”

“I don’t feel threatened,” Steve announced, “Just in case anyone is listening to what I’m saying here.”

“We always listen to what you say, Stevie.”

“Yeah capcake, you’re the boss.” You winked at him and Tony walked in,

“Please tell me you didn’t finish all the coffee.”

You heaved a sigh, and walked towards the counter, “You’re a fucking billionaire Tony, why don’t you have two machines?”

Tony grinned and stole a look at Steve, “Language.”

Steve shook his head, “That will never go away, will it?”

“Not really.” You yawned, “I’m leaving in half an hour, meet you here?”

Steve nodded and you walked past them, then made your way to your room.

                                       *

“You know,” Jake said as he sat down across from you, “The whole point of having a cellphone is to be able to reach people.” He turned to Steve and nodded at him, respectfully. “Captain Rogers.”

“Hi Jake.” Steve greeted him and you shook your head slightly.

“I’ve been busy.”

“I could tell,” he motioned between you two, “So… Should I say congratulations?”

“Or curse my whole existence because you also wanted to hook up with him.”

Jake thought for a second, “Oh yeah, let me know if you ever need to spice it up.”

“You can’t handle one person, let alone two people.”

Jake clutched at his chest while Steve gawked at you two, “My emotions.”

“Oh wow, you still have those?”

Jake’s lips turned upwards, “Listen, two men came in the other day.”

“TMI, Jake-“

“Asking about you,” he cut you off, “They had suits on, and looked very… sort of like an army?”

Steve sat up straighter, “An army?”

“Yeah like one of those- private army types.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Can you describe their faces?”

“I can show you their faces,” Jake reached into his pocket “I took their photos pretending to text.”

You raised your brows and took the phone from him, and your stomach flipped. Even if it’s been years since you had last seen them, you could still recognize Trent’s bodyguards –which you had commented weren’t necessary, but Trent had said you could never be too careful.

“You know them?” Steve asked and you hesitated only for a second before you shook your head.

“No,” you lied through your teeth, “No idea.”

Knowing Steve, the minute he found out you knew them, he’d want to track them down and-

There was no way you’d ever let him put himself in harm’s way.

Put himself in Trent’s way.

“What did they ask?” Steve turned to Jake, who thought for a second.

“Whether I knew her or not, and if she- if she hangs around here a lot.”

Of course Trent would put a tail on you. Of fucking course.

“What did you say?” you asked and Jake shrugged,

“I said I never heard from you after that one night stand.”

Steve shifted in his seat beside you and Jake cleared his throat.

“I figured they already knew, so I had to make it sound convincing.”

“Yeah.” You nodded and ran a hand over your face, “Sorry about that man, I never wanted to drag you into this.”

“Oh I’ve been through worse.”

“No, you really haven’t.” You said silently as Steve reached out to entwine his fingers with yours, as if trying to assure you everything was fine. Jake averted his eyes and turned to you,

“What do you want me to do if they come back, Y/N?”

“Stay somewhere crowded,” You said, “Make sure people see you’re talking to them. And call me.”

He nodded, and stood up, “I’d better get back to work.” He said, “Captain.”

“Jake.”

With that, Jake walked away and you ran your fingernails on the smooth surface of the table.

“Trent?”

“HYDRA,” you said, and shook your head, “Same thing.”

“Hey,” Steve said, gently tilting your head up “Come on. We already knew he would try something like this.”

“We didn’t know he’d have me followed.”

Steve gave you a small, assuring smile, “I meant what I said, Y/N. No matter what he does, he will never get to you.”

You tried to blink the tears back, “I need a drink,” you said silently, then pulled back, “And a smoke.”

“Y/N…”

“Then we gotta go back to the Tower and never speak of it again.”

                                           *

But you couldn’t go to the Tower that afternoon. Fury had texted Steve, saying that all the Avengers were called into another meeting at SHIELD, so you figured you’d get some of your equipment from your desk to move them to Avengers Tower. In addition to that, rookie agents still managed to look pretty star-struck by Captain America, and some of them even came up to talk to him while you were grabbing stuff from your desk, while Bucky, Natasha and others waited at Fury’s office.

“Y/N!” Eddie, another agent approached you and handed you a file, “You need to go through this one.”

You frowned, “Fury was supposed to sign them already.”

“Yeah, Fury was busy with Alexander Pierce, head of the Council, and Pierce is seeing Wilson Fisk, so Fury said you’re supposed to-“

“What?” You interrupted him, the name having the same affect on you as an ice cold shower, “Wilson Fisk?”

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be this big shot, huge businessman.” He handed you the file, “Just get it back to me before you leave, alright?”

You could feel your heartbeat getting faster as Steve got rid of agents asking him questions, then approached you.

“You’re done?”

“HYDRA is here.” You managed to say, through frozen lips.

Steve’s brows pulled into a frown, “What?”

“Come- just come with me.” You said as you walked out of the office, then made your way to Fury’s office and opened the door without knocking, taking everyone by surprise.

“You let him bring the HYDRA here?” you asked Fury, ignoring Bucky, Tony and Natasha’s glances and Fury raised his brows,

“What?”

“Wilson Fisk is here right now?”

A look of realization crossed Fury’s face, “Pierce says there’s no actual evidence. The whole Council thinks that.”

“Pierce is wrong, so is the whole Council.” You tried to keep your calm, but the whole day was taking its toll on you. The anger and fear you had tried your hardest to suppress was boiling in the pit of your stomach and Steve crossed his arms.

“There’s a HYDRA agent in here?”

“Not an agent. Money donor.”

“The whole room is under surveillance, Captain. And I’m baiting him-“

“He’s one of the biggest names doing business with-“ You turned to Steve, “Can you hold him down while I punch his lights out?”

“Steve-”

“Yeah, where is he now?”

“Jesus Christ, there’s two of them now,” Bucky shook his head as Fury interfered,

“If we can get his trust, he might lead us back to HYDRA. And Von Struckers. I don’t give a fuck what the Council says, he can’t be trusted and if we track him and his finances down…”

“Does Pierce know about that plan then?” Tony asked and Natasha scoffed.

“That man doesn’t know shit.”

Fisk.

He was one of the most important businessmen that did business with Trent, and by extension, HYDRA. While you could find no record of him actively working in it, he still gave them money. You had even met him multiple times when you were still with Trent, and he had always given you creeps. It was as if even back then, you had known something was wrong with him, and his whole attitude.

Just remembering it made you feel like someone had knocked your breath out of your chest and you ran a hand over your face, then left Fury’s room to get to the nearest balcony, Steve darting after you. You walked to the edge of the balcony to hold onto the steel rails and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Fuck this shit…” You muttered as Steve squeezed your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, making you heave a sigh, tension on your body getting less and less with his touch.

“Fury has a point.” he muttered into your hair, and you pulled back to look up at him. “We will get Fisk too, we just- we need to get to Von Struckers first.”

“Both of them are extremely careful, Steve.” You said, “That’s not how it works.”

“We will take them down, doll. One by one.”

You opened your mouth, but were distracted when someone opened the door to balcony and all your blood ran cold.

Fisk took a step inside the balcony, then smiled at you.

“Y/N.” he turned to Steve, “Hello, Captain.”

If looks could kill, you were sure Fisk would drop dead by now because of Steve’s glare on him.

“Wilson Fisk, I presume?”

“It’s an honor,” he had the audacity to say, “You weren’t around when I got here, Y/N. I was wondering where you were.”

Jesus Christ, you really needed a huge bottle of whiskey right now.

“You should go.” Steve offered, but his voice was anything but polite. “Now.”

“I got it, it’s fine,” You muttered to Steve, and crossed your arms, “Why were you looking for me, asshole?”

Fisk shrugged, “To give my condolences, about your…” he clicked his tongue, “Divorce? Or do you call it a break?”

“I’ll break your whole face if you keep talking.”

He looked around, “You know you don’t have to work in SHIELD, right? If you’re doing freelance, we could make use of you in my company.”

You raised your brows, “Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Fisk looked almost taken aback for a second before he turned to Steve, “Captain-“

“What my girlfriend said.” Steve’s voice was like a whip and Fisk nodded slowly, then reached inside his jacket, making Steve push you behind him almost automatically. Fisk paused and raised his hand, mocking surrender.

“I’m just a businessman, Mr. Rogers.”

“Yeah and Hannibal Lecter was just a doctor.” You said, as he pulled out a small box with a ribbon on it.

“Our mutual friend sent you this.” He held it out but when neither you, nor Steve moved, he put it down to the floor, “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

With that, he walked away and you grabbed the box, then lifted the lid slightly just enough to peek inside.

“What is it?”

You closed the lid, and heaved a sigh.

“A flash drive.” You said, “Come on. We can’t check it here, it’s not safe.”

“Tower?”

“Yeah,” You nibbled on your lip, “Tower.”

                                     *

Tony gave you a disposable, old laptop as soon as you got to the Tower. While you were sure that there was no way Trent or anyone who worked for him could come up with a virus that would go undetected by your systems, like Tony had said, it was better to be safe.

“It’s like twelve days of Christmas, but an evil version,” Tony commented as you switched the laptop on. Bucky and Steve were talking in low voices at the corner of the room, and Natasha was by your side, eyeing the flash drive.

“You’re sure it’s safe?”

“I’ll get rid of the laptop as soon as we see what’s inside.” You nodded, “Yeah, it should be safe.”

“And there are no files in it.”

“That too.” You opened the box, and a paper stuck on the lid that you had missed before dropped to your lap. You opened the folded paper, the simple writing making you frown.

Don’t do what she told you to do, or else you will regret it.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he plugged the flash drive in and you nodded, then he clicked on the clip after Steve and Bucky approached you.

There was a man strapped to a chair while three other men surrounded him and when the vision got clearer you held your breath, jumping on your feet.

It was Bucky. Strapped to the chair.

HYDRA days.

One of the men pushed a button, making Bucky’s whole body spasm and you slammed the laptop lid shut, your heart beating in your throat.

“Bucky, I’m so sorry-“ You turned to him while he stared at the laptop, then tried to pull himself together.

“Where did he get that footage?” he asked in a whisper and you shook your head, trying to make sense of-

You looked down at the paper, then your eyes snapped up at Bucky, your brain working nonstop.

Don’t do what she told you to do.

The thought hit you like a ton of bricks and Tony opened his mouth but you put your index finger on your lips, signaling him to be silent, then turned the paper over and grabbed a pen, then held up the paper after you finished writing.

Tower is bugged. No one say anything.

There was a moment of silence, all of you staring at each other before Tony heaved a sigh.

“Oh fuck.”

Chapter 15 is here! 

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[tarithenurse]

Space Nurse 10/11

Fandom(s): Men in Black & MCU! Pairing: fem!reader x Brunhilde x ? Contents: A bit of swearing, some nerves here and there, but nothing too bad. A/N: I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll have to wrap this up or I’ll end up writing an entire saga (and also because not a lot of people are reading it). Thanks for sticking with it so far!

A Room full of People

Staring at the grey door, you aren’t sure what will meet you on the other side. You have an idea of what this is all about, of course: evaluation. Coming to this place, learning what it’s all about while constantly under the scrutiny of Jemma, Jay, and goodness knows who else…well, time has gone by quicker than you’d realized. When you pass through that door, you’ll have to accept the verdict whatever it may be…and it’s making you feel nauseous. The knock on the door is surprisingly firm, and it’s only because you saw your shaking fist connect with the sheer surface that you know it’s your doing. I’m really doing this? The metal of the door handle is cool against your sweaty palm. Fuck it, I’m doing it. Next second you’re opening the door with your head held high and a kind, but professional, smile on your face.

A singular chair is placed within a semicircle made of a table. Along one side of this crescent piece of metallic furniture are nine people seated, and though some are familiar to you (there’s even a few of them that smiles in greeting, the general mood seems to be serious if not downright broody.

“Have a seat.” The tone the middle-aged man uses is curt.

Doing as you’re told, you take the opportunity to look people over as you move to the indicated position in the middle of it all. Costa and Taylor are seated to the left, followed immediately by agent Jay. Then comes the man that has spoken. Gotta be Men in Black too. The sharp suit and matching tie are impeccable, and although the man isn’t exactly the example of perfect physical health, it’s clear that he’s not one to mess with. Neither are the next two men though. One’s slender with neatly defined cheek bones and blue-grey eyes noticing every little detail; his neighbour is both broad and tall (all dressed in black) as he lazies in the chair…but it’s the slight edges of scarring leading under an eye-patch that keeps you wondering what exactly his job description can be. Then there’s a red-haired woman eyeing you in between studying some documents before you finally spot Jemma (who looks oddly uncomfortable) and Hilde (which honestly surprises you). There’s one more chair at the very end of the table as if they’re expecting someone else to participate in what is beginning to look like a jury. I’m so not ready for this!

“Miss [Y/L/N], how are you?” The same man asks, suddenly jovially.

“Fine, thank you,” you lie, “even if I’m surprised at how many are here.”

“Ah, yes, it can seem a bit…overwhelming, I suppose.” You notice the sight nod from Jemma and the perfectly executed eyeroll Hilde makes. “And we’re still one short, I’m afraid. But perhaps we can begin with introducing ourselves?”

The last bit is mainly to the others, it seems, because the dark guy with the patch finally moves to lean forward, elbows resting on the table and fingertips steepled. “Name’s Fury, and I’m not strictly speaking here,” his flinty voice states, “consider me a mediator between these two organizations. I’m neutral ground.”

There’s something about the name that rings a bell. Maybe he used to be something with politics? The American accent and the type of role smells a bit of bureaucracy and government offices, maybe former military. It’s only when the slender man introduces himself as Phil Coulson, the director of SHIELD, that the penny drops. Two generations of super-serious hero-business and supposedly covert operations and the former handlers of the Aveng–wait a minute! Shifting a glance to the red-head, your suspicion is confirmed a moment later by the woman herself. Natasha Romanoff (or, as you’ve once read in the newspaper: Natalia Romanova). Former spy and assassin, now the idol of many girls and women because she’s helped save the day more than once. And she’s cool. Going the other way, the man that had first spoken introduces himself as “Alpha”, which has got to be the most uninventive codename of the century. Alpha…”A”…it’s not Jay, it’s “J”…doh. But creative or not, the guy has a lot of power and his opinion ways heavy in regards to what’s going to happen with you.

Alpha looks at his watch and then over at Hilde, silently asking her something but the only answer’s a shrug. “Well…” he sighs, “might as well begin, we don’t know how long it’ll be bef–“

The director of MiB is interrupted by the door bursting open so hard it ricochets back off the wall and closes again leaving the room dead silent. On the second attempt it stays open to let Mr. Smith in, looking absolutely livid.

“She’s not her!” An accusatory finger is pointing at you, trembling with each heaving breath. He must’ve run.

“I’m not?”

“She’s not?” several other voices echo.

[mikrowrites]

Home (1/2)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Civil War spoilers (the movie came out 2 years ago is it really a spoiler anymore?), a LOT of angst out the ass, a lil bit of fluff

Summary: They say many things about home, but Y/N’s home was always where Steve was. Until it wasn’t.

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'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone

Is where you go when you're alone

Is where you go to rest your bones

It's not just where you lay your head

It's not just where you make your bed

As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?

Home.

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Steve was Y/N’s home. He had been for around 4 years. After the organization that gave her meaning and a job collapsed from the inside, she found herself risking her life to save millions.

Captain’s orders.

She couldn’t say for sure what brought them together. They were both from SHIELD, sure, but that didn’t explain the surprising chemistry and understanding between them.

She knew who he was. He knew who she was. The scared girl living off the streets offered another chance by Nick Fury. A man literally frozen in time having to pick up the pieces. They were both fractured. Maybe even chipped and broken a little bit.

And that was what brought them closer.

Soon it was always Y/N and Steve. Steve and Y/N. Never one or the other, it was a package deal. She worked missions with the famed (or infamous) Avengers doing what she did best.

Y/N was a whizz with computers. She could almost manipulate them to do what she wanted, give her the info she needed. No firewall was strong enother to stop her. For much of the fight in Sokovia, Y/N was able to reprogram codes and access points to keep Ultron away from powerful information like nuclear codes or heavy artillery bunker passcodes.

After the Avengers and both Steve and Y/N had finished that fight against the AI, they looked to take Clint’s example. Aside from whatever missions the Avengers took, the two soldiers attempted a normal life. It was nice for a while, but domesticity wasn’t really their style.

So they both moved into the newly built Avengers compound. Y/N found her work as “the person behind the screen” while the others fought, and would brief missions and such. Y/N wasn’t much of a fighter, and after the fall of SHIELD she never wanted to fire a gun ever again.

But there was only so much Y/N could do. She couldn’t fix the damage left by each fight the Avengers finished. There were always casualties.

It was a bright morning in early 2016 when Steve asked Y/N to marry him. She never actually thought he would ask, honestly. The answer of course was a huge yes, as they finally stabilized their home.

But then it happened.

The Avengers were asked to sign the Sovokia Accords, a manuscript detailing that the Avengers would only operate under the rule of the UN, and monitored by a panel. It was created after the Lagos incident, which had a high death toll that could have been avoided.

Y/N was truly distraught. How many more would die if she signed? How many more would live?

They were all arguing, the team was fracturing. Steve sat back in a chair while everyone argued and complained. Y/N sat on the arm of the chair, deep in thought.

“Hey,” Steve murmured, getting her attention, “penny for your thoughts?”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Sam turned to Y/N. “Y/N/N, what’s your standing.”

“I-“ Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. She could feel Steve sitting up straighter. “I-uh... I used to work under a division in SHIELD where I saw much of the inner workings of the UN. Their main concern is on the safety and well-being of the world’s people and often make sacrifices. Some they aren’t very proud of. But sure they have agendas, and yes, agendas change but their motives are the same. They just want peace. And to get that peace, the Avengers might have to be the next sacrifice.” Y/N turned to Steve, her voice dropping to a whisper as she stared down at the floor. “I’m sorry...”

Her fiancé’s face hardened, and Y/N looked away, blinking back the tears in her eyes. Natasha gave her a sympathetic smile, as if assuring her it’d all work out.

Suddenly Y/N turned to see Steve burst out of his chair, his eyes on his phone. He mumbled a quick “I have to go” before leaving the room. Y/N stood, up, almost sprinting to keep up with his strides.

“Steve?” Y/N opened the door that lead to the stairs, her eyes falling on Steve, his head in his hands. She ran down the steps to him, taking his hands in hers. “Steve, baby, talk to me.”

“She’s gone.” He whispered, his eyes red with unshed tears. “Peggy. She’s gone.”

Y/N squeezed his hands, dropping them and pulling him into a hug. “Steve... I’m so sorry.” He gratefully hugged her back, holding on to her as if he were going to lose her.

She finally pulled away, wiping tears from his face with her thumb. “Let’s get packed, yeah?” He nodded, following her down the stairs.

Y/N was heartbroken watching Steve carry Peggy’s casket down the aisle. He looked worn. Broken.

Defeated.

He sat down next to Y/N, Sam on her other side. The Falcon still seemed hostile towards her since the Accord briefing, and Y/N but her lip to stop herself from running out of the church crying from the loss of the founder of the organization she loved and the friends she loves.

Y/N walked down the aisle towards Steve. He turned and gave her a grateful smile. “I’m glad you came.”

“Of course.” Y/N smiled back, rubbing his shoulder.

“When I got back, I thought everyone I knew was dead. When I found her... I felt guilty after a while. I loved her but... I love you.”

Y/N hushed him. “It’s okay to have more than one soulmate.”

Steve nodded. Natasha walked down the aisle, giving Y/N a nod. He seemed surprised the assassin had come, smiling at Nat. “Who’s signing?”

“Tony, Rhodes, Vision. Wanda is TBD.” Nat responded.

Steve turned to his fiancée. “Y/N?”

Y/N’s face fell a bit. “Natasha and I are heading to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There’s room on the jet for one more.”

He shook his head. “You know I can’t sign it.”

“Yeah.” Natasha breathed out.

“Then why are you here?” Steve asked the red head.

Natasha sighed looking at both of the Avengers in front of her. “I didn’t want you guys to be alone.”

Steve leaned over and hugged Nat, Y/N hugging her afterwards.

Natasha whispered that you both had to go in your ear. Y/N firmly nodded, pulling away and turning to Steve. “You know I would never sign the Accords with the intention to hurt you. I just... this isn’t something we can shrug off or dismiss. We have to pay for our actions.”

Steve nodded, sadness evident on his face. Y/N walked forwards a kissed him, resting her forehead on his. “I love you.”

And so Natasha and Y/N sat in on the UN conference for the signing of the Accords. Many she recognized from her SHIELD days, and Y/N was amazing by the amount of respect that was shown to her.

“It’s because they have no fear of you.” Y/N turned to see T’Challa, prince of Wakanda smiling at her and Natasha. “You are not one who left destruction in your path.”

“But I did enough.” Y/N smiled tightly, shaking his hand.

Y/N zoned off as Natasha and T’Challa spoke. She couldn’t help but worry. Was she really doing something wrong?

“King T’Chaka.” Y/N heard Nat greet the Wakandan King who approached them.

Y/N shook hands with the king, offering him a kind smile. “Ms. Romanoff, Ms. L/N. I’m grateful to have you hear. I am disappointed Captain Rogers will not be joining us.”

Y/N’s head bowed a bit at the name of her fiancé, Nat squeezing her shoulder and responding. “We are as well.”

They were asked to take their seats, the two Avengers sitting at their assigned seating. Nat turned to Y/N. “Are you okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Let’s just get this over with.”

King T’Chaka began to talk about the Accords, his words assuring Y/N she was making the right choice. She had just began to relax when T’Challa ran over, screaming “EVERYBODY DOWN!” before a bomb came flying towards the window causing a large blast of fire and shrapnel in the conference room. Y/N fell back, slamming her head against the wood table behind her. Natasha helped her up as they began to guide people out of the building.

The moment Steve saw the news showing the building burning, the building where one of his best friends and the love of his life were, he flew to Vienna with Sharon and Sam, stalking the crime scene until he saw Y/N helping people out of the doors of the smoking building.

Y/N’s phone rang, she looked at the caller ID to see “Steve”. She answered it, pulling the device to her ear. “Steven?”

“Y/N.” His voice sounded relieved. “Are you and Nat okay?”

“Yeah, we were lucky.” Y/N paused for a moment. “Steve, please don’t go after Barnes. You’re only going to make things worse.”

Steve sighed. “I have to.”

Y/N’s voice cracked. “Why?”

“Because I’m the only one who can get him out alive.” Steve responded before hanging up. Y/N let out a deep exhale.

“Shit.”

And the next day when Steve disobeyed every single order, Y/N met him with Natasha on the catwalk. She fell in step with him, refusing to make eye contact. “This is what making it worse looks like.” Y/N hissed.

Steve opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t say a word.

Y/N left with Natasha and Tony. Steve knew she was angry with him and rightfully so. He just put his life in danger, but he had to save Bucky. He was all he had left from his life before.

Y/N didn’t see Steve again for a while. She had managed to hide when Bucky went batshit crazy and not engage. And when Tony approached her about fighting off the other Avengers, Y/N took a hard pass. She refused to tear apart her family, more specifically she refused to fight Steve.

So Y/N stayed on the downlow until she heard back from Tony. They had lost, Steve and Bucky had escaped. Y/N mentally cheered before she drove to the Avengers compound, meeting Tony there.

He expanded an image on his wrist watch, a picture of a dead man in a bath tub. “Woah, Tony what the fuck?”

“Y/N, this is the man who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. I’ve made a mistake. I’m going to the Raft prison to find out where Rogers and Barnes are. You’re free to join me.” Tony said seriously.

“Well it must be a pretty big deal if you aren’t sassing me off. Yeah, I’m in.” Y/N walked into the chopper with Tony as they flew to the Raft. After they got the information they got back on the helicopter.

“The coordinates to the compound are coded into the navigation system. You need to go back.” Tony ordered her before clapping his hands. “You can thank me for helping your to-be hubby later.” He stick his finger into the console, a suit wrapping around his body as he fell backwards out of the chopper.

Y/N sat for a minute before grabbing his phone he left behind, using it to hack into Tony’s suit and grab the coordinates to the Siberian location. She turned the chopper around, her eyes blazing. Like hell she was going to go back.

Around an hour later Y/N landed the chopper, stepping out into the Siberian wind. It was cold, her windbreaker not offering her much relief. Y/N rubbed her arms as she stalked through the snow approaching a building built into the grow. She heard the distant sound of clanging metal, Y/N ran forward to investigate.

She froze in her tracks, shocked to see Bucky pinning Tony against a wall and Steve laying feet away. “Steven?!”

Tony’s helmet turned towards her before he blew Bucky’s metal arm off. Y/N’s eyes widened as Steve ran forwards, throwing a punch at Tony. “Steve? What are you doing?! Tony?”

Y/N ran over to see Bucky still breathing, the two Avengers still going at each other. “Stop!” Y/N yelled but neither listened.

“STEVEN!” Y/N cried out as Steve’s sheild and Tony’s pulser beams collided, giving off a brilliant light. Y/N stayed back, silent and in shock at watching her fiancé and friend beat the shit out of each other.

“‘t’s my fault.” Y/N looked down in surprise to see Bucky looking up at her. “I made... a huge.. mistake.”

“I-Bucky what-?” Y/N stuttered before Bucky lurched forwards, grabbing Tony’s ankle. The iron man simply kicked him away, blood flowing out of the brunette’s nose. Steve burst forwards, pinning Tony against the wall and throwing punch after punch.

Y/N jumped up, trying to grab one of his arms but he merely brushed her away, shoving her past. Tony suddenly grabbed his sheild, countering his blows until Steve threw Tony on the ground, throwing his helmet off. Steve grabbed his shield, poising it to bring it down on the billionaire.

Instead, Y/N grabbed his wrists in a death grip, trying to stop him. Steve turned and smacked her in the forehead with the edge of his shield.

Y/N fell back with a scream, Tony letting out a shout before Steve slammed his shield into Tony’s arc reactor, destroying it. He fell back, catching his breaths. The only sound in the room was the heavy labored breathing of the three men, Y/N’s quiet crying, and the Siberian wind. Steve stood, picking up his shield and helping Bucky up, beginning to walk out.

“You don’t deserve to have that shield my father built that!” Tony growled.

Steve made eye contact with his old friend, before letting it fall to the ground.

Y/N looked up at her fiancé as he passed by, her tears mixing with the blood running out of the deep gash on her forehead. “Steve?” She whimpered out, but he just walked past. Tony turned to see Y/N let out a scream of despair, burying her face into the ice cold concrete and let her sadness consume her, her sobs echoing off the walls. Steve could hear her cries as he helped Bucky towards the quinjet, his own eyes filling with tears.

Tony and Y/N had leaned on each other, making it to the helicopter. Tony was still on enough of an adrenaline rush to get them to the compound, where their injuries where treated and Y/N holed herself in her room. He made sure to have FRIDAY keep a constant watch on her. But Y/N kept going over events, trying to figure out what she did wrong. But then she realized, she did nothing. She had done what she thought was right. Y/N had done nothing wrong.

It was also then that Y/N realized Steve had just changed the lock on their love. He had locked the windows of their trust and had washed their hope down the drain. Captain Steven Grant Rogers had left her homeless.

[braveclementine]

Asgard

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

"Welcome to Asgard." A deep, somewhat familiar voice said and Penny stepped out of the Bifrost, shading her eyes.

Heimdall looked much different than when she had seen him previously. He was wearing a large golden helmet, with heavy golden armor. A huge sword was between his hands, the point of the blade in the stone. The combination of everything really made his yellow eyes stand out even more.

"Hey Heimdall." Vi said causally, giving him a hug and he kissed her on the cheek, "How's Asgard been?"

"Quiet." Heimdall said stoically. "How was the mission?"

"Successful." Violetta said as Penny hugged Heimdall next. Despite the armor, the hug was surprisingly warm.

"Excellent." Heimdall said with a nod.

"Will you be at the feast and orgy later?" Thor asked boisterously.

Violetta and Penny looked at each other in excitement. "An orgy?" Violetta voiced her excitement aloud, "YES! Let's go."

Penny smirked at her enthusiasm.

Heimdall chuckled lowly. "We shall see."

They said their good-byes and headed out to the rainbow bridge. Stephen was waiting there, kissing Tony deeply first, before greeting Penny. It hit Penny that for Tony, Natasha, and Thor to stay back, they hadn't seen their soulmates in a long time either.

"Tony, Nat, Vi, I'm gonna portal you to the castle. Penny, can I speak with you an extra minute?" Stephen asked, creating a portal as he said this. Tony winked at Penny and she said, "Sure, of course."

After the two of them were alone, he said, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind going and seeing Elizabeth first thing."

Penny blinked in surprise, "Yeah, of course."

Stephen hesitated and then added, "Something happened between her and the super soldiers. I don't know what, but whatever it was, she's distanced herself from pretty much everyone, including Elijah. I think this combination along with Rumlow. . . well I would feel relieved if you could talk to her."

"I'm surprised you think I'll get through to her, compared to Steve or Heimdall or Katya." Penny said with a slight frown, "I'm not as close with her as I-"

"No, but you're the right person for the job." Stephen sighed, "Please?"

"Of course, I'm not saying I won't." Penny said quickly, "I just don't know if I am the right person, that's all."

Stephen smiled a wry smile and then created a portal. Penny could see a beautiful lake on the other side of it, as well as a lone figure sitting on the shore.

Penny stepped through and approached Elizabeth. She was quietly singing 'London Bridge' under her breath, braiding her hair over her shoulder. She looked like she was attempting to use one of the flowers to thread it into the braid, but it kept falling out and she gave up.

"Hey!" Penny called, trying not to be to loud or quiet, not wanting to startle her.

Elizabeth jumped a little and smiled at Penny over her shoulder, "How was the mission?"

"It was good. The bases are being cleared out right now, including the ones we didn't know about." Penny said hesitantly. She decided to skip over the bad parts. "A lot of arrests were made. One of the local police squads too."

Elizabeth nodded, looking back down at the water.

"Um, how are you? And the truth? Tony told Violetta and I what happened on our way back to the tower." Penny said softly.

Elizabeth tensed a little. "I'm okay I guess. I don't know. I feel all wrong. Like. . . I was violated, you know? And I can't get over it. But yet, for some reason at the same time, I. . ." She blushed darkly and looked down at her knees, "I still want. . . to be active. But is that wrong? I thought you were supposed to fear having sex after you were raped? Am I just. . . wrong?"

Penny had no idea how to answer that question at first. She had never been raped, not really, so she wasn't sure that she could answer Elizabeth's question truthfully. She decided that she should get as close as she could.

"When Rumlow kidnapped me and sold me in the trafficking system," Penny said slowly, not wanting to trigger Elizabeth with anything, "And I was sent to Blonsky's Villa, I was. . . also feeling conflicted. The bondage that I was put under was like nothing else I had never experienced before. I admit. . . despite everything, I was aroused. I thought I was wrong for that, because obviously I was there against my will. But Tony told me that it was normal. Because a lot of the time was spent by myself in these positions, so there wasn't really a face that was put to this stuff."

Penny hesitated and said, "When I came back from the Villa, I did take a small break from all of it. I mean, you know that, you were there. But I was never. . . afraid. And as a matter of fact, I was completely hoping constantly that someone would want to put me under bondage the same way Blonsky did. I don't know. I don't know if it's on the same level as you. But I can't say that you're wrong for still wanting to be taken care of. . . sexually."

Penny looked over at her and then asked curiously, "But I don't understand. If you want that, then why are you hiding from everyone? Stephen was worried about you when I talked to him. He said after you talked with Sam and-"

"I didn't talk to them." Elizabeth muttered. "And I'm not mad at them either, if that's what everyone thinks."

"What happened?"

Elizabeth twisted her fingers in her lap. "I had. . . I had a really personal conversation with Bucky the night before we left for Asgard. It was something that I had never told anyone before, and we shared a. . . a special bond. It wasn't anything sexual, if you're worried about that. But the next morning, I went down to tell him that I appreciated him coming to me and I overheard Sam say he didn't want you to keep thinking that they were putting me first instead of you. Cause, you know, Sam was wondering if they should stay back in the tower as well."

Elizabeth shrugged uncomfortably. "I mean, it kind've hurt a little. I think I really realized that I was super deep into this. It wasn't just about sex anymore. And I apologize if this next statement hurts you or makes you jealous, but I think I really realized that I truly love them. All of them. As much as I love Elijah."

Elizabeth sighed, a tear trickling down her cheek and Penny fought the urge to wipe it away for her. "But Sam also made me realize that they're right. We still have soulmate bonds. And they shouldn't put me first instead of you. I guess I thought that if I hid from them, then they would go back down to Earth to wait for you. But I guess I just made them upset as well."

Penny chewed that over and found that she wasn't offended or jealous. In fact, she was realizing that she was pleased. Soulmate bonds, she was realizing, were very limiting. How were you supposed to find if you loved someone because you had to, or because you really loved them?

Being with all of the Avengers proved that there was a deep love besides the soulmate bonds. Penny hesitantly reached out, picking up one of the water flowers, and then turned to carefully braid it into Elizabeth's hair.

"I'm glad you love them." Penny replied honestly. "I'm glad that they love you. You told me on my first day here, that what everyone had was something special, something that soulmate bonds couldn't define. Something beautiful. You encouraged and inspired me to enjoy it. And Elijah was right too. I don't just love my soulmates anymore. In fact. . ."

Penny blushed darkly and Elizabeth looked at her curiously. "I- I think I'm going to explore a love relationship with Violetta. We really connected when we were on the mission and there were a lot of moments that we didn't act upon. But I really really like her. And I know that sounds kind've stupid because I could just interact with her in the orgies, but I also want a relationship outside of the orgies."

Elizabeth smiled, also blushing a little, "I'm happy for you. Violetta, she can be rude sometimes and brusque. But she's really sweet and funny. She'll drag you into a lot of trouble though, getting permanent non-soulmate tattoos or getting drunk and doing drugs at the same time. But she has an amazing personality."

"Also," Penny said softly, finishing the fourth and final flower, "Bucky and you are going to have this child. And even if I hated you or hated that you two had something special, I would never want him to be out of the child's life. And I haven't seen them yet, but I'm sure he's pretty cut up about not being able to see you."

Elizabeth sighed, "I fucked up- wait you haven't seen them?"

"I kind've came here first." Penny said with a small smile. "Stephen portaled me here."

Elizabeth sighed again. "Okay, yep, definitely fucked up."

Penny laughed, getting to her feet and brushing dirt off. "There's a ball tonight. A dinner along with an orgy. I'm not saying that you have to join the orgy, but I hope you'll let me dress you up tonight. I can already picture the perfect dress to match the flowers in your hair."

Elizabeth hesitated and then let Penny help her to her feet. Now that she was standing, the five month bump was definitely showing. "I- I don't know how I feel about dancing like this."

"You don't have to dance." Penny said with a wicked smile, "You just gotta sit still and look pretty."

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Penny left Elizabeth and went to where she knew Sam, Steve, and Bucky were apparently staying.

She opened the door and saw that the three of them were doing their own thing. Bucky was laying on the bed, playing with some sort of fidget toy. Steve was reading a newspaper in the corner, his pointer finger hovering over his bottom lip. Sam was reading a book, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey." Penny said softly and they all looked up and over to her.

"Penny!" Sam shouted, tossing the book to the side, running over and engulfing her in a hug. "I missed you baby."

"I missed you too." Penny said with a small smile, kissing him on the lips.

Steve was there next, threading his fingers through her hair to eagerly kiss her, his other arm wrapping around her waist, "Welcome home cookie. Well, not home, but you know."

Penny giggled, reaching up and pecking his lips again. "It's good to be home."

Bucky smiled softly, pulling her into his arms next, kissing her lightly.

"When'd you get back?" Steve asked, sitting down on the bed and the other three quickly joined him.

"An hour or two ago." Penny admitted, "Stephen asked me to go and see Elizabeth first. So I talked to her."

All three of their faces fell. Sam shifted on the bed and said, "I. . . I kind've hurt her before we came here. With words, I mean-"

"I know. She told me." Penny said softly. "She's not mad at you three, if that's what you're worried about."

"But she's avoiding us." Bucky said, looking the most upset. His hand was clenched around something under his shirt. Penny remembered they had shared something- or that was what Elizabeth had said. He was probably the most upset.

"She's avoiding everyone." Penny pointed out. "That's why Stephen sent me. Don't worry, from what I've gathered, she's ready to start being with people again. You just need to give her some time."

"I just," Sam messed with her fingers and then gritted out, "She was supposed to talk to me. I was supposed to be her therapist for what happened to her. And if she's avoiding everyone, how was she supposed to talk about the rape? I just- I feel so helpless."

Penny reached out, squeezing his hand tightly. "We talked. She's alright."

Penny smiled, thinking of how Elizabeth was going to talk to them tonight. But, why not make it fun? "I mean, she might not talk to you guys right away. I think she's probably going to stay within her circle so Elijah, Lan, and then her girlfriends. But she's not mad at you, any of you."

Steve nodded. "It- we were just voicing aloud about whether us not being at the tower when you got back from the mission. We just wondered if you would think we were more loyal to Elizabeth than you. That was all. We didn't mean for it to sound like we didn't care about her."

"She knows that." Penny answered. "Now, let's stop dwelling on the past, shall we? There's a ball, feast, and orgy tonight according to Thor, so I want to go and get ready for that. Just so you know, I'm wearing dark indigo."

And with that, she hopped off the bed and ran for the door before they could stop her.

[wanna-see-my-lease]

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I Just Died In Your Arms

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Just Go Away!

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