#Natasha is actually pretty fucking brave

[living-in-a-fantasia]

Natasha

[stark-ironman]

Firefighter AU: Intro

18+ NO MINORS

Warnings: drinking, unprotected sex (wrap up), alcohol consumption, daddy kink, light slapping, choking, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f recieving) friends with benefits

A/N: Hello everyone! While writing part 3, I decided to write how Tony and the reader became friends with benefits but they're more so on the lines of lovers. I hope you enjoy and please if you have ideas for this series, send them!!!

Masterlist

"We finished cleaning and sanitizing everything, Cap." Natasha says as she leans against the doorway. "Alright, thank you. You and Rhodey can go home. It's getting late." You tell them as she nods and walks off. A deep breath falls from your lips as you lean back in your chair, rubbing your eyes.

*Knock, knock*

"Need a ride home?" Tony asks from the doorway. "I was fixing to call an Uber, actually." You say pulling your phone out but Tony snatches it out of your hands. "Hey-" "No. You're not going to call an Uber. Not with how many crazy people are out there and especially with how late it is. Come on, I'll stop for a burger and shakes." He lightly sings that last part. "How do I know you're not a crazy person?" You ask standing up. Tony smirks, "You don't."

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"Now see, wasn't that so much better than the Uber ride?" Tony asks when he parks his truck in your driveway. "Yes Tony, you was right." You chuckle and roll your eyes as you grab your stuff. "Want to come in for a drink? It's been a while since we've caught up on life." You ask. "Do you have whiskey?" He questions. "You know better than to ask a question like that." You joke as you get out the truck.

Tony walks close to you and shuts the door when he walks in, heading straight for the kitchen. "Alright. Got the whiskey and the glasses." He says walking back in and setting them down on the coffee table and sitting beside you. You pour the whiskey in both glasses, handing one to him and sitting back on the couch. "Luckily we're both off in the morning so we can nurse our hangovers." Tony says as you both down your drinks and pours another one.

"You act like we're going to be okay for night shift." You chuckle as you both fall into a small conversation.

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After a couple hours and drinking a whole bottle of whiskey, you're laying down on the couch with your legs over Tony's lap as the movie you're watching goes off. "I think I'm fixing to try to go to bed. Care to join?" You ask. "I figured I was going to sleep here on the couch tonight." Tony slurs a little, looking over to you. "This couch is no where near comfortable to sleep on. Come on, I don't bite. Unless you want me to." You wink, feeling brave because of the whiskey.

"What if I want you to?" Tony asks as he bites his lip. "Depends. I only bite when I'm feeling really good." You sit up and watch a blush slowly creep on his face. "I can make you feel really good." He chuckles as he leans in closer to you. "Then what's stopping you?" You lick your lips. "I don't think you could handle me, hon. I get pretty rough in the bed." He whispers. "Sounds like my kind of man then." You whisper back as his lips touch yours.

Tony stands up and picks you up, wrapping your legs against his waist and he stumbles over the the wall, pressing you against it and kisses you deeply. You run your fingers through his hair, hearing him moan softly while he takes your shirt and bra off. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He moans kissing you again as he walks down the hall.

You gently get down from his waist and grab his shirt, pulling it off quickly as you latch your mouth onto his chest, leaving little love bites up his chest and neck before kissing him again. Tony pushes you back on the bed and you moan as you feel his hard bulge pressing against your clothed heat. He grinds slowly against you, attacking your mouth with his tongue then moving down your body.

His hands wrap around your breasts as he takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking softly on it before biting down on it and making you yelp. "Do I need to stop?" He asks looking up at you as he moves to the other one. "No! Feels good." You moan as your hands find his hair again while he repeats the same thing on the other side. "Don't be afraid to stop me, darling." He says moving further down and sliding your clothes off.

"Fuck. Look so beautiful for me, baby. Such a perfect little pussy for me." Tony moans as he lays on his stomach and slowly kisses up your thighs. You whine as he takes his time and he chuckles. "What's wrong baby? Tell me why you're whining." He smirks and you feel his breath over your hot, wet heat. "Need you... quit teasing." You whimper. "How bad do you need me, hon?" He asks as he touches the tip of his tongue on your clit.

"Mm- real bad daddy." You moan and hear his breath hitch. "Call me that again, you dirty little slut." Tony commands as one of his hands travels up and slaps one of your breasts, gently. "Need you, daddy." You moan again as he closes his mouth around your heat, his tongue attacking your clit as his other arm holds you down.

He brings the hand that just smacked your breast back down towards him, sliding a finger in when he sucks on your clit. "Shit, Tone." You pull his hair, throwing your head back. "Not my name, baby." He mumbles before resuming. "Sorry, daddy." You say as he adds another finger.

Your back arches as you gasp, feeling that familiar feeling creeping up on you. "I'm fixing to cum.." You moan, pulling his hair. He hums against you as he slides a third finger in, making you twitch and pant under his arm as your orgasm quickly washes over you. "Open your eyes, baby." Tony commands and you look down to see him focusing on you. He sits up but keeps his fingers inside of you, kissing you deeply as you finish riding out your high.

"Such a good girl for me. You take my fingers so good." He praises as he pulls them out, bringing them up to your lips and you suck your arousal off his fingers, making him moan. Tony pulls his pants and briefs off, kissing you again as you reach down to grab his dick, giving him a few pumps.

You gasp at how big he is and he smiles. "I'll go slow to begin with." He reassures. He grabs his base and plays with your opening with his head.

"Shit. I don't have a condom, honey." He curses. "It's okay. I'm on birth control and I haven't been with anybody in months." You say. He nods saying, "I haven't been with anybody either and I don't think after this I want to be." Tony slides in slowly, throwing his head back in pleasure when he feels how you squeeze him. "Shit, baby. Taking me so good already." He moans when he bottoms out.

"Fuck.. it's big, daddy. Stretching me so good." You moan, arching your back. A smirk appears on his face as he starts moving, slowly. "Come on, Tone. Quit teasing." You whine again. "Tell daddy what you want, baby." A soft command but you know he's doing it so you're a screaming, crying mess. "I want you to fuck me, daddy. You said earlier you was rough in bed but I'm starting to think it was all talk." You spit out, looking in his eyes as you push his buttons.

His eyes go dark and he smirks, grabbing behind your legs and pushes them down to your shoulders. "You want rough, fine. I tried being nice." He snarls as he starts pounding into at a brutal pace. Moans fall from your lips as you try to grab his shoulders for leverage, dragging your nails down his arms when you can't hold on. "Just a fucking dirty whore for me, aren't you?" Tony grunts. You moan and don't answer, resulting in a sharp smack against your thigh. "I asked you a question or am I fucking you dumb?" He growls and wraps a hand around your throat. "I'm a whore for you, daddy. Only you." You choke out as he squeezes down.

The sound of both of your moans fills the air and you look up at him, watching the sweat drip down his neck and chest, his head thrown back in pleasure as he moans and you can't help but feel a swelling in your chest seeing him like this.

You're fucked. You know you are. You're both drunk and this is a one time thing. He can't know that you've just fallen in love with him after seeing the pleasure on his face, all because of you. No one's ever praised you the way he has. They've never worshiped your body or made you feel as good as he's making you right now.

Tony looks down at you, smiling at how fucked out you look and he pulls out, putting you on all fours. You grip the headboard as he snaps his hips against you, moaning loudly as he grips your hips tightly, pounding into you at a brutal but pleasurable pace.

"Fuck, Tony. I'm fixing to cum." You moan, cursing to yourself when you realize you called him by name. "It's okay, hon. Cum all over my dick." He says as he angles his hips better, making sure he's hitting your sweet spot.

You yelp, feeling a rush again and you swear you can feel gushing in between your legs but you pay it no mind as you grip the headboard tighter. "Fuck, there you go baby. Squirt all over my fucking dick. Show daddy how much he pleasures his little whore." Tony moans as his movements start to stutter and he pulls out, releasing all over your back.

You collapse on the bed, drifting in and out and can hear Tony saying something but you can't understand him. He walks out of the bedroom but comes back shortly after, picking you up and takes you to the bathroom, sitting you in the tub. You grab his hand, pulling him down and he crawls in behind you, letting you lean against him.

"Here, drink some water." He says holding a bottle up to your mouth. You drink some and notice he's set some fruit out on a table beside the tub. "Thank you, Tones." You mumble, leaning back into him. "No problem, hon." He wraps his arms around you.

"What happens now, Tony? We don't have time for a relationship but I don't want to lose you." You ask. "You will never lose me and until we can straighten out our lives, we could be friends with benefits if you want." He says. "Good because you're the only person I want to fuck." You chuckle. He laughs and says, "Yeah, you're the only one I want too."

"So friends with benefits. Deal?" You ask. "Deal." He agrees.

[ahotmesswithprivilege]

Masterlist

It's not pretty and a quick fix but considering the speed of my output I should probably have one I guess.

House Rules:

This blog is 18+, empty, ageless or minor's blogs will be blocked and also

Backup blog is @alwaysahotmesswithprivilege

Writing for: Jake Seresin; Bradley Bradshaw; Natasha Trace; Bob Floyd; Javy Machado; Beau Simpson; Tyler Owens; Rip Wheeler; Ryan (Yellowstone); Lee Dutton; Kayce Dutton

Jake Seresin

Happy Ever After Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 ||

synopsis: One could easily forget that behind all of Hangman's bravado and the cocky smirk there is an actual human with a beating heart. But Javy has been the one Jake ranted to. How he wished for women to see him, not the pretty face or the GQ body and the uniform. At Javy's suggestion that maybe Jake is looking for love in the wrong places he just throws his hands in the air and rolls his eyes. That's when Coyote decides that it's about time for things to change. Sitting down with the rest of the dagger squad they create a profile on a dating website. One where the goal is finding a committed relationship. The general response to Jake's profile is overwhelmingly positive so now all they need to do is hand the account over and let Hangman do the rest...

Butterfly Effect (OS)

synopsis: Enyo and Hangman are known as the Top Gun power couple and after almost a decade of being with each other and Jake facing a 7-month deployment he asks you to finally meet his family in Texas. Knowing what kind of wealthy background he's coming from makes you more nervous than flying a mission in your old girl. And like you expected. The family dinner turns into a Seresin Family Inquisition interrogation and the garden party the following day is the worst warzone you've ever been in. All you want to do is leave, but then you overhear a conversation not meant for your ears and everything changes.

Aphrodite (OS)

synopsis: When Jake hears the voice of the new air-traffic controller he's a goner. If anyone were to ask him what the goddess of love and beauty would sound like, he'd play them a recording of your voice. And when he's finally brave enough to ask you out you turn him down. Little does he know that even with you refusing to meet him at the Hard Deck his life is still changing tonight.

Bradley Bradshaw

Never Alone

Part 1 || Part 2

synopsis: When Bradley stumbles out of the Hard Deck with a pretty tag chaser he has a plan for the night. Take her home, fuck her, kick her out. Not that this was something he did often but with the stress at work he needed to let off some steam. That is until he hears someone crying and his night takes a turn he hadn't expected at all.

Tyler Owens

Wildflowers (OS)

synopsis: When Tyler asks you to move to the States you know it's a batshit crazy idea. You've known each other for only 7 months, but then you look into those beautiful green eyes and you know there is no other place on planet Earth you'd rather be. So you do it. You move across half a continent and an ocean only to arrive in your new home, no longer knowing if the man you came for still wants you.

[caffieneaddictt18]

Ghost Hunting & Praise

Avengers are doing a ghost hunt and have Reader praise the ghost as a joke. Ghost shows itself and everyone screams before running away, claiming that they will never do this again even though they will.

Another glass shatters against the tile floor.

"Okay! That's it! We are going on a ghost hunt!" Tony exclaims. This so-called ghost has been bothering the team. Mugs that were in the center of tables were on the floor shattered, papers were in the wrong spots, and the cabinets kept opening by themselves. Nothing else had really happened. Just mildly annoying stuff, but that's the stuff that can send you over the edge.

"Are you sure, Tony? Why don't we just have a priest come in?" Clint offers a solution to the man. However, solutions were not what Tony wanted.

"No! Fuck the priest. We are going on a ghost hunt!" Tony seemed strangely brave for a man about to fight a ghost.

"When?" You put down your book, rolling your eyes. Peter was making a little design with his webs and Wanda was also reading, but intently listening to the conversation.

"Tonight!" Natasha rolls her eyes at Tony's arrogance.

"Why tonight? Are you busy tomorrow night?" Natasha rhetorically asked the man.

"For your information, yes. Pepper and I have a date tomorrow night. Anyways, who wants to participate?" Tony throws out his arms, looking for volunteers.

Steve sighs and puts down his sketchbook. "I'll do it. Someone has to be sane."

You shrug and say, "Ya know what? I've got nothing to do. Might as well make the most of it."

"I'll be there too." Peter shyly raises his hand, still holding the web design.

"You might need someone who can actually save you. I'll be there." Wanda also agrees to come.

"This is not something I can shoot, so I guess it's research time." Natasha sighs, exasperated, getting up to find some information to help us tonight.

"Ghost hunt? Sounds fun. Count me in." Bucky adds in, leaning against the back of your chair.

"Nah. I don't fuck with the spooky shit!" Sam yelled, leaving the room, shaking his hand above his head.

"I'll protect you." You offer, rolling your eyes. Sam immediately stops and spines on his heel. "Alright, count me in. BUT NO ONE IS LEAVIN ME ALONE!" Everyone sighs and nods.

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Tony comes up the stairs after turning the power off. "Let's get this started!" He holds up an alcohol bottle, taking a swig.

"Goddammit, Tony, knock it off." You sigh, exasperated, turning on your flashlight.

Natasha comes out from her room, dressed head to toe in demon hunting gear. Salt pouch on her belt, also equipped with iron rods and a bible. "Let's get us a ghost."

Peter whoops and immediately goes flying in. Everyone either laughs or shakes their head and walks in. And for the next 30 minutes...

nothing happens.

"Hey, guys, who has the best bedroom voice?" Peter asks. Everyone looks at him weirdly.

"Parker, what the fuck are you talking about?" Bucky almost yells at the poor boy.

"I have an idea! Now, who has a good bedroom voice?" The boy is scared shitless by Bucky, but Tony aint afraid of nuthin' so he saunters up, offering himself.

"I've got a pretty good bedroom voice."

"Tony, how many women have slept with you because your famous and not for your looks?" You ask the man. He clearly looks offended.

"First of all, plenty. But-!" You cut off the almost 50 year old man.

"Exactly. I'm pretty sure you all haven't gotten someone off on Omegle without showing your face or body?" Everyone looks at you like you just committed a war crime. You sigh, "That's what I thought."

"Pete. What do you want me to do?"

"Praise it. Make it show itself. Praising and degrading has been known to make ghosts and spirits hyperactive." The boy looks hopeful, with stars in his eyes.

You sigh, "Fine." You turn to the empty room, shining your flashlight in front of you, and in your best bedroom voice, you said, "Hey, there~ Can you show yourself to me?~ Can you be a good boy for me?~ C'mon.~ Show your pretty face to mommy.~"

As you finished the word 'Mommy', the ghost popped up in your flashlight, seemingly running away, holding its face in its hands, like a schoolgirl running away from a crush.

"OH, MY FUCKING GOD!" Tony screamed.

Steve yelled and Natasha brough out her water gun filled with holy water and sprayed it everywhere, screaming for the ghost to 'leave this holy place.' Bucky activated his arm and is now holding a knife. Peter is yelling and hugging Wanda, as Wanda is crying and holding Peter. And Sam is screaming like a girl.

"We are never doing this again!" Steve yells out over everyone's voices.

Oh we are so doing this again~

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Author's Cup of Tea:

Honestly, this came from a stream I did where I did this. I called the ghost my little sl-t and degraded it. Then the next one I praised it and it showed up. I screamed like Sam...

[that-one-enby-ranger]

My Fictional Crushes

So like a lot of people I, of course, have quite a lot of fictional crushes. And by quite a lot I mean 106. I made a list yesterday and felt like sharing it because why the actual fuck not. I'm not gonna put any tags though because it's gonna take too long and I honestly don't care if people see this or not it's more just for fun. There are a few questionable ones on here (serial killers) that might need a bit of an explanation so I shall try and provide. These aren't in any particular order they just got put on when I remembered them.

Halt O'Carrick - Rangers Apprentice (Number 1 boy)

Gilan Davidson - Rangers Apprentice

Will Treaty - Rangers Apprentice

Horace Altman - Rangers Apprentice

Crowley Meratyn - Rangers Apprentice

Rayla - The Dragon Prince

Callum - The Dragon Prince

Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Runaan - The Dragon Prince

Ethari - The Dragon Prince

Sweeney Todd (He's too amazing for me not to be in love with him. He had motives people.)

Edward Scissorhands (Just look at that adorable confused little bean.)

Adam Maitland - Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz - Beetlejuice

Antony J. Crowley - Good Omens

Aziraphale - Good Omens

Newton Pulsifier - Good Omens

Victor Van Dort - Corpse Bride

Jack Skellington - Nightmare Before Christmas

Thorn Hammerhand - Brotherband Chronicles

Yondu Udonta - MARVEL

Hank Pym - MARVEL

Tony Stark - MARVEL

Bucky Barnes - MARVEL

Dr. Stephen Strange - MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff - MARVEL

Will Turner - Pirates of the Carribean

Minho - Maze Runner

Newt - Maze Runner

Thomas - Maze Runner

Morgarath - Rangers Apprentice (I know he's horrible but too be fair, he's a tall, pale, black dressed evil villain who sits gayly. He's cool.)

Vaggie - Hazbin Hotel

Millie - Helluva Boss

Blitzo (The O is silent) - Helluva Boss

Stolas - Helluva Boss

Jedediah - Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah - Night at the Museum

Shrek (He's a fucking legend)

Barnabas Collins - Dark Shadows

Victoria Winters - Dark Shadows

Arthur Kirkland (England) - Axis Powers Hetalia

Francis Bonnefoy (France) - Axis Power Hetalia (I probably spelt his name wrong sorry)

Jareth - Labyrinth

Karl Heisenberg - Resident Evil: Village

Lady Dimetrescu - Resident Evil: Village (I may also have spelt her name wrong. Tall vampire lady)

Stig Olafson - Brotherband Chronicles

Hal Mikkelson - Brotherband Chronicles

Sodapop Curtis - The Outsiders

Dallas Winston - The Outsiders

Darry Curtis - The Outsiders

Steve Randell - The Outsiders

Two-Bit Matthews - The Outsiders

Johnny Cade - The Outsiders

Bill Fucking Cipher - Gravity Falls (He's cool. Everyone loves him.)

Egon Spengler - Ghostbusters

Peter Venkman - Ghostbusters

Austin Powers (I know he's pretty much a sex machine but he's also really kind and caring)

Kenickie Murdoch - Grease

Danny Zuko - Grease

Frenchie - Grease

Betty Rizzo - Grease

Jenny Dalby - Rangers Apprentice

Haymitch - Hunger Games

Lucifer Morningstar - The Netflix show Lucifer

Beelzebub - Good Omens

Mikkel - Brotherband Chronicles (I know he wasn't even really in it but he seemed cool and really nice)

Karina - Brotherband Chronicles (Sweetest mother ever)

The Other Mother - Coraline (Shut the fuck up I like her)

Sir Keren - Rangers Apprentice (He was actually a really cool and interesting villain with actual morals and he did regret his actions.)

Cruella de Vil - 101 Dalmations but I like her more in the movie Cruella

Jafar - Aladdin

Captin Hook - Literally any of the versions of him

Hades - Hercules but just him in general

Dionysus - He's a cool god.

Yzma - Emperors New Groove

Dr Facilier - Princess and the Frog

Queen of Hearts - Alice in Wonderland

Monolo Sanchez - Book of Life

Hector - Coco

Jasper - Cruella

Arty - Cruella

Artemis - Ready Player One

Robin Hood - Any of them apart from the fucking fox. I like Men in Tights version.

Wezley - Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya - Princess Bride

Sheriff Woody - Toy Story (I know its weird and a little bit fucked up but I like him.)

Elsa - Frozen

Merida - Brave

Bo Peep - Toy Story

Kuzco - Emperors New Groove (He's funny)

Flynn Rider - Tangled

Willy Wonka - Johnny Depp's version

Ruv - Friday Night Funkin' Midfight Masses

Sam - Assasins Blade

Michael Afton - FNaF

John - FNaF Novel Trilogy

Barbarossa - Ned's Circus of Marvels (Yes he is a villain. Yes he ia pirate butcher. Yes he is horrible. But he's cool and a pirate and a butcher and I like villains like that.)

Bennissimo - Ned's Circus of Marvels

Loki - MARVEL

Jacob Coote - Looking For Alibrandi

Ryder Dagon - He's a character I made up for a book series I was going to write but gave up on. He's my character. No one else knows him apart from my sibling.

Chloe Decker - Lucifer

Arnold J. Rimmer - Red Dwarf

Alexander Lemtov - Eurovision: The Story of Fire Saga

Rosalina - Mario

Four - Divergent

There are a lot more I just can't think of any at the moment. If you want to y'all can show me a list of your fictional crushes. I won't judge.

[themculibrary]

Steve Rogers Coming Out Masterlist

Be Proud (ao3) - neon_air steve/tony G, 8k

Summary: Due to unfortunate reasons, Tony and Steve are forced to stay quiet about their relationship when out in public.

Peter Parker decides to call bullshit.

Birthplace of Steve Rogers (ao3) - elkleggs, plutosrose steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: When Steve wakes up in 2011, he doesn't expect to find that his childhood home has been turned into a museum. There, he meets Bucky Barnes and learns about his relationship to the past, the future, and himself.

Brooklyn (ao3) - togina steve/bucky T, 8k

Summary: “Captain America, what’s your stance on gay marriage?”

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

Buck Rogers in the 21st Century (ao3) - dishrag steve/bucky M, 15k

Summary: Bucky cleared his throat before speaking to Steve. He’d thought of what he would say as the first words as himself, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes to Steve Rogers in well over 70 years. He thought about pulling him aside and telling him that amongst the irrational chaos of the universe, amongst the birth and death of stars, the fall of countries, the rise of regimes , against time itself, that they had lived and died together many lifetimes ago and yet in face of impossibility were pulled together under every possibility, their fates intertwined in the forge of a supernova, and that had to mean something.

Bucky mustered, “You look terrible.”

Close enough.

Cap Comes out (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 6k

Summary: Steve's journey as coming out as bisexual.

cross this river to the other side (ao3) - defcontwo steve/bucky T, 14k

Summary: In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.

In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base.

Fate Will Play Us Out (ao3) - steveandbucky steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn’t know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn’t know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky’s life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

"Is breá liom i gcónaí duit." (ao3) - marykathryn30 steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Between the radio and Steve’s noises, neither of them heard the front door open.

No One Wants Your Opinion (ao3) - thepinupchemist steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Wherein Bucky loves to cuddle Steve Rogers, Steve comes out on national television for the sole purpose of spiting conservative politicians, Tony sees things he wishes he hadn't, and Pepper doesn't know why she even bothers.

Not in the History Books (ao3) - Erin_writes_things steve/bucky, peggy/steve T, 5k

Summary: History has pinned Captain America as the poster boy of 'traditional American values'

The Avengers have to come to terms with the fact that Steve Rogers is far from Captain America and the history books aren't always right.

(Follows on from the Queer Avengers series but still makes sense as a stand-alone)

One Day We Won’t Have to Be Scared (ao3) - Paraxdisepink steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Written for this prompt: Steve and Bucky are at a gay bar in the 30s, and some guy offers them money to take pictures of them as they fuck. They need the money, they say yes, and pretty much forget about it afterwards. The pictures come out years later.

Out in the Open (ao3) - TheWomanInGreen steve/bucky T, 7k

Summary: Five times Steve came out and the one time someone came out to him. Also includes the Avengers, shenanigans and kissing!

Pennies and dimes for a kiss (ao3) - WeirdV steve/bucky N/R, 13k

Summary: 

“What just happened?” Tony asks, looking at Steve holding the piece of paper. Steve shrugs, frowning as he unfolds it. “It’s a phone number” he says, “I don’t get it.” “He made a move on you? That is brave!” Natasha grins, leaning backwards to try and read the note. [...] “So, what you going to do about that?” Bruce says, pointing at the note, “Going to let him down easy?” “I don’t know” Steve grins, “He was kind of cute?” Tony spits out his drink, staring at Steve – along with the rest of the table who has gone surprisingly quiet. “Your face” Steve snorts, looking at Tony, “Ok. That was funny. Anyways – I’m exhausted, so I’m going to go now. See you guys at debrief tomorrow."

progressively bigger keys (ao3) - layersofsilence steve/bucky G, 9k

Summary: “A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ― Charles Dickens, Hunted Down

Steve and Bucky, it appears, have less need for a key and more use for a battering ram in trying to come out of the closet.

(The one where Steve tries to do one thing (one thing!) without causing a national ruckus, but the press are determined to see Bucky as Steve’s best friend. And nothing more.)

Stucky Discover Gay Rights (ao3) - Alicia_Borealis steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: “Then, why-” Steve stopped himself and looked at Bucky, who had tears rolling freely down his cheeks. “We’re- we’re not sick?”

“Wait, what?” Tony asked.

“Being a homosexual, it isn’t… wrong?”

-

The story of how Steve Roger's loved and lost Bucky, then how he got him back and then how he realised he was allowed to love him after all.

The Coming Out of Captain America (ao3) - TheIntelligentHufflepuff steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Steve accidentally outs himself at a press conference, storms out of said conference for unrelated reasons and is comforted by his boyfriend.

Waiting to Prove You’re Not Alone (ao3) - heartsdesire456 steve/bucky E, 41k

Summary: Months after he woke up on the banks of the Potomac, when a reporter mistakenly assumes Steve would disapprove of homosexuality being as accepted as it is in the modern day, Steve accidentally snaps and unleashes his real opinion on the matter… and with that, a secret he’s hidden for over eighty years.

When that secret comes looking for him in New York, Steve can only hope that he can get a second chance at saving his best friend, even if it means keeping his heart in check.

We have not touched the stars (ao3) - sangha steve/bucky E, 21k

Summary: Steve is still adjusting to life in the 21st century. His life nowadays is mostly lonely. Though he appreciates her good intentions, he always rebuffs Natasha's efforts to set him up on a date; he simply isn't interested in pursuing anything romantic.

At least, until Steve gets drunk on Asgardian liquor and a ridiculously handsome stranger at the bar catches his eye.

[sweetwithheatwriting]

@sindirimba tagged me to share the first parts of some fanfic wips that I’m working on (and this is my first formal invite to do something like this since those old quizzes on DeviantArt, so I feel all deeply flattered and warm and fuzzy about it already and thank you bb! ❤) Here we go! (There’s also some nsfw bits in the description of some of these)

1.) (Slipping And Sliding, TOG)

Booker didn’t really have too many concerns brewing in his head as he sleepily squirmed around on his back under the beautiful blazing Hawaiian sun and aimlessly batted around the idea of joining in with everybody but Yitzhak on their completely naked sunbathing idea or asking Lykon, Andy, or Joe more questions about the only immortal teammate he hadn’t met yet with himself.

He was kinda leaning towards a No on both accounts. Well, maybe less so on the being naked around other people part.

(A lightly battered and deep fried in being handled ex-convict trama!Booker being the baby immortal of the poly!group just before he gets to meet an also very immortal and huminoid at times but shapeshifting kraken Nile for the first time! As you can imagine, I’m planning on him getting to be lovingly, tenderly, and very consensually getting tentacle dicked down by Nile)

2.) (When A Curse Isn’t Really A Curse, TOG)

In retrospect, Booker could absolutely identify the moment that he had  fucked up and stuffed a massive hairball into his first unnatural life beyond his original one’s wildest nightmares two hundred and fifty years ago. 

He could also firmly think, if not say that he regretted the terrible things he had done and tried to steal from the admittedly pretty brave black female soldier that had turned out to be both a witch and another alpha when she had snuck back from the rear end of Napoleon's army all those years ago in order to cut Booker’s frozen and feebly reviving body down from the gallows that he had been hanged and killed on.

Booker could sure as shit meow his tattered little heart out about it into the world, though.

(Another one of my unpublished goes at Omegaverse!TOG with an all alpha crew and a lot of slowly growing animal transformation curses, magical road trips, humour, and Booker and Nile having a Lovers To Enemies Back To Lovers Again moment. It also features Andy as the unlucky lady who got cursed by an entirely different witch and who was Booker’s steed as the notorious man eatting french mare Lisette back in the day, since that whole story just seems SO Andy. I actually have the first chapter of this completed! Might turn into Booker/Andy/Nile)

3.) (Not Exactly Shocking, MCU)

Steve already knew that his mom probably wouldn’t probably be shocked that he and Natasha could find two exceptionally beefy pretty boys to date and eventually become one of the horniest, Jewish, and trans as fuck foursomes to ever make the absolutely horrific racist and homophobic antisemites of New York pee themselves just a little.

(Or a lot.)

(Just started working on this today, actually, with a modern day fully trans!Quartet of Natasha Romanoff/Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes getting together with each other for the first time. Absolutely inspired by that cute fucking skit where that guy has the Grindr sound as his text alert for his buddy so he can match make for him, but with the that these four would absolutely take somebody carrying out an injustice as beating the shit out of somebody rallying cry/mating call)

I had so much fun with this! ❤ I’d love to tag @aimmyarrowshigh , @possumwoodpie , and @flamingo-queen-writes with this, but no pressure either way!

[gabbysdawsons]

Okay so I had some more ideas for the crossover between Abra and my Dev, and you can tell me if anything feels off to you but I kind of felt like I had to share them (and also I would very much like to be better friends with you so this is me trying to start a conversation):

So I feel like their first meeting would be something like, Steve brings Dev to the tower to meet the other Avengers, and Dev is just like… freaking the fuck out because he’s about to meet actual literal superheroes, only to see Abra there because she was already spending time with Clint, and he sort of gravitates towards her because she’s the only other “normal” person there and it puts him at ease.

The initial conversation would probably be kind of stilted, because Dev is not great at talking to new people (mostly due to his problems reading social cues), but I feel like the more they hung out around each other and talked, they’d wind up becoming pretty good friends.

Dev is actually kind of impressed by Abra’s past as a scam artist, mainly because he sucks at lying and is in mild awe of anyone who’s able to do it well enough to make a living out of it (😂).

And he also really admires her for being brave enough to go out and be a hero, even if it was never really what she wanted, because he was never brave enough to do that, even if it might have been easier for him than her because of his mutation.

Speaking of Dev’s mutation, there are very few people in the MCU he actually trusts with the knowledge of his air manipulation (Steve, Sam, and Bucky, obviously, but also Natasha just because it’s lowkey impossible to keep secrets from her), but I really think Abra would be one of those people that he trusts.

I can honestly picture, though, him making a big deal out of it and being crazy nervous and then making a small tornado in his palm to show her and she’s just like, “Huh. Okay,” because this woman has seen Wanda Maximoff’s chaos magic up close and it takes a lot to phase her now.

Also, I can totally see them teasing each other about their respective relationships, especially once Bucky joins Dev and Sam’s relationship, because Bucky is notoriously broody and intimidating and Clint is… well, Clint.

I’m not really sure what Abra’s doing during The Falcon and the Winter Solider, but I can totally see Dev calling her a few times over the course of the story just to freak out about what’s going on.

“Abra?! You are not going to believe this, Bucky just broke Zemo out of prison. Yes, that Zemo… no, you can’t come to Madripoor just to kill him, we kinda need him for this!”

Oooh, and the thought of him becoming kind of an honorary uncle to Kate once Abra and Clint take her in?? Because he can totally relate to the intense social awkwardness she has, and I can picture the two of them just rambling together for hours and Abra just looking on like, “Oh, great, now I’ve got to deal with two of them.”

But yeah, those were just some thoughts I had!! Again, if any of those don’t feel right to you or if you wanna add something else, I’d love to talk to you about it!! Hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

oh i have so many thoughts to add to this!!

Abra has- very few people who are allowed to call her Abby. and by very few people I mean two: Clint, and Nate because he thinks that's her name. However, I do think she would be perfectly okay with Dev calling her Abby because she likes him. he's her friend which she- can't really say about a lot of people she's met through the avengers initiative. 

and she would be so! excited! that Steve even has a friend. because he's her work bestie, she likes knowing that he actually has a friend outside of work, and she likes Dev even more once she realizes he's- almost nothing like most of the people she sees on a daily basis. He's nice and genuine and normal, and it is just so beyond refreshing.

Tbh I think he is also one of the few people she would trust to actually- introduce her kids to. Because- really what are the odds he's going to be some supervillain hellbent on destroying her life?

and yes! when she sees his powers she would just be like "aw. cute!" not even meaning it in a condescending manner, it's just- not a whole lot compared to being put through Wanda's mindmelting reality warp. 

and in terms of them teasing each other. that is perfect. and Abra would, every time she sees Dev and Bucky together, just completely unseriously say "you know he tried to kill me, right?" 

and! she is actually a part of Falcon and Winter Soldier! She had the week off because Clint had the kids so she figured- why not help out where she can? And she- wouldn't love all the superhero stuff, but she would love getting to spend some time with Dev. 

oh okay so this isn't *really* Abra and idk if Dev disappears during Endgame or not, but if he doesn't- I'm just imagining him being Janie's English teacher. and she is- struggling during those 5 years. Clint- really dropped the ball with his parenting and she misses her mom, and she really just needs somebody and Dev was her mom's friend so she would probably end up coming to him for support occasionally. 

and then i made some gifs for them bc i just had to. i kind of love them already

[natashaismylove]

Schoolgirl fantasy |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha has a reputation for being quite the player on campus. Her being the classic frat boy didn’t clash well with y/n’s all-round good behaviour. Natasha enjoys teasing her but takes it a little further once after class.

Pairing: g!p mean fuckboy!natasha x fem!reader (college AU)

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), face-fucking, dirty talk, degrading, mocking, slapping, hair pulling, begging kink, size kink, belly bulge kink, innocence kink, slight form of masturbation, pet names (princess)

Word count: 2580

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“Come on, y/n.” Carol smirked before taking a sip of her beer. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“I’m not participating.” I answered sternly.

“You’re at a party, let loose, have some fun.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “A drinking game doesn’t sound that fun considering we have class tomorrow.”

Natasha shook her head. “Just forget it, Danvers. Don’t waste your time on a goodie two-shoes.”

“Yes, excuse me for caring about my grades.” I said sarcastically.

“You’re also a tease, you know.” Natasha said while leaning back against the couch.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at her. “How am I a tease?”

She shrugged her shoulders before finishing off her drink. “You dress like a porn school girl but wont fuck anyone.”

“So I'm a tease for not letting someone get in my pants that easily?” I scoffed. “Bitch…”

She tilted her head a little while giving me a glare. “Wanna repeat that?”

I leaned forwards, returning her glare. “Bitch.”

She chuckled ironically while shaking her head. “That’s brave.”

“What? You gonna beat me up?” I smirked.

A hand laid on my shoulders and I turned around to look at who it was. Kate leaned down a little to speak into my ear. “Maybe we should head out.”

“Yeah, we wouldn't want your grades to suffer because you didn't get your sleepy time.” Natasha said in a baby voice while fake pouting.

I stared angrily before taking a deep breath, standing up to follow my friend out of the house. We started to walk over the campus to head to our dorms, the fresh air feeling soothing. The dark sky was almost relaxing, everything so peaceful and quiet.

“Are you ok?” Kate broke the silence.

I nodded while keeping my gaze up at the sky. “Yeah. Natasha just pisses me off.”

“I get that. She can definitely be annoying.”

“Plus she has slept with pretty much every girl in school.” I looked at my friend.

“I think it’s some sort of game they’re playing. Like whoever gets the highest body count wins a fucking beer keg or whatever frat people are into.” She chuckled.

I laughed as we kept walking, a bed and sleep coming closer and closer. “Makes sense.”

“We’re too good for that shit.”

“Absolutely.” I agreed.

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After the bell rang I found a seat in the back of the class, hopefully avoiding the frat guys and their endless annoying banter. I took out my notebook and started to draw a little, just mindlessly moving my pencil around as a way to kill time. The teacher was late, not that it was such a bad thing as it would mean less time in class for the students.

I cared about my grades but I didn't like actually being at school. My grades were accomplishments, a way for me to feel good about myself. I enjoyed the praise and approval from my teachers, but the school part wasn't all that ideal, spending hours a day just waiting for it to end so I could leave. But then again, this wasn't exactly a unique viewpoint.

I snapped out of my thoughts as a pencil hit my head, landing on the floor below with a clang. I breathed in through my nose while slowly turning to look at the person besides me. Natasha smirked at me, tilting her head mockingly.

“What do you want?” I said exasperated.

“What’s got you in such a bad mood, princess?” she teased.

“God…” I groaned. “Maybe the fact that it’s 9 am and you’re throwing pencils at me like a child having a tantrum.”

“Ouch.” she chuckled.

“Fuck off and let me focus on class.”

“What are you supposed to focus on? There’s no teacher.”

“Well just simply fuck off then.” I said, giving her a fake smile.

Finally as the teacher arrived she left me alone. The class went by slowly, meaningless information I knew wouldn't come up again went in one ear and out the other. Like a robot I started to pack up my things as the bell rang, having done the same action millions of times now.

Life was on another level of uneventfulness. Movies definitely lied to us all about what college would be like. An arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me in, the familiar red hair that fell on my shoulder made me loudly sigh.

“What about fuck off do you not understand?”

“The fuck off part.” Natasha grinned at me.

“Why do you keep following me?”

“I’m trying to be friends here.”

“Oh yeah? You wanna be friends now? I thought I was a goody two-shoes and a tease.” I said irritated.

In the blink of an eye I was dragged into a room, the door locking behind us before she was pushing me up against the wall next to it. Her hands caged my head in as she stared down at me, her mouth slightly agape while her gaze was on my lips.

“Why can’t you just shut up for a second.” she spoke, moving her eyes between my own and my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I looked up at her, our height difference clearer now from our close proximity.

“Why is it that you’re the only one who doesn’t beg me to fuck them?” she questioned, lust clear in her voice.

“The playboy act isn't that appealing to me.” I answered, keeping my face blank and voice monotone.

Her hand cupped my cheek, dragging my bottom lip down before sighing. “Bet I could put that pretty mouth to some good use. You’ve been talking back a little too much lately, princess.”

I gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Oh really?”

She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees, holding my chin to lift my head up. “Don’t be a brat.”

I smirked up at her. “You seem pretty needy for me.”

She returned my smirk, raising her eyebrows suggestively while shrugging. “Or maybe I’m just doing everyone a favour by fucking the uptightness out of you.”

“You think I’ll just let you fuck me?”

She bent down a little, moving my head higher up so she could look closely at my face. “Oh princess, you’ll be begging me to do so.”

She stood back up, moving her hands onto her jeans to unzip them. She took her cock out of her underwear without removing her pants, stroking it with one hand while wrapping her other one into my hair. “Open up.”

I kept my mouth closed with a teasing smile, raising my eyebrows in a ‘whatcha gonna do now?’ way. She tugged my hair harshly, my head being forced back as I let out a surprised sound at the action. She took the opportunity of my open mouth to press the tip of her cock in between my lips.

“You could’ve just acted like a good girl.” she shook her head mockingly.

She moved my head back and forth onto her cock, using my mouth to get herself off. I placed my hands on her thighs while she fucked my mouth, just tugging on my hair to move me. She hit the back of my throat and I gagged, her response was a teasing chuckle. “What, can you barely take my cock in that mouth of yours?”

Tears filled my eyes before running down my cheeks, her movements speeding up quickly. My nails raked onto her thighs, trying to grip on harder to steady myself as she fucked my throat. She wiped away my tears with one of her hands while the other moved me further down onto her cock. 

“Is my princess having a hard time with my big cock stuffed in her mouth?” she fake pouted. “Maybe you just want me to fill that mouth with my cum?”

My scalp stung from her hold, my throat hurt but I couldn't deny that I was extremely turned on. I managed to kick off one of my shoes and moved my heel under me, sitting down on it to get some friction. I started to grind my hips back and forth, getting some much needed relief.

“Look at that… What a slut trying to get yourself off. You’re that horny for me?” Natasha said before pulling me off of her cock, holding my hair down to look up at her painfully by my hair. I groaned at the sudden movement, gasping as I could finally get some air.

“Fuck-” I coughed.

“I don’t remember telling you to do that.” She looked at me with a strict expression.

“S-sorry.” I got out as I tried to slow down my breathing.

She tugged my head back again, a wince falling from my lips. “You don’t do anything without my fucking permission, got it?”

I gave her a nod, my eyes wide as I looked at her angry face.

Her hand made sharp contact with my face, my head being forced to the side the most I could with her still having a grip on my hair. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes…”

She tapped my cheek lightly before letting go of me. “Good girl.”

She put her cock back into her underwear before pulling me up and dragging me to a desk. I stumbled before reaching out to steady myself on it, standing up to fix my stance. She pushed me around before lifting me up on the desk, immediately parting my legs so my skirt pooled around my waist.

“Of course you would have white panties. An innocent little princess like yourself needs to be pure and tidy, huh?” she talked while looking between my thighs. She crouched down onto the floor before moving my panties down my legs, stuffing them into her pocket. “I’m keeping those.”

She leaned forward and bit down on my thigh before licking up to my pussy. She moved my legs to lie over her shoulders while she held them down. Her tongue shot out and nudged my clit, a tiny sound was forced out of me before she did the movement again. She circled her tongue around the nub, teasing me slowly to make me break.

“Beg for it.” she said before brushing her lips against my clit.

“No…”

“No? So you don’t want me to eat you out?” she asked with fake innocence.

“Fuck, come on.” I groaned.

Her nails dug into my thighs as she tightened her grip. “Beg me for it and I’ll do it.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed, leaning back onto my palms behind me. “Fuck you.”

She gave a small shake of her head before humming. She let her spit drop down onto my clit and smirked as I let out a moan. “You’re fucking throbbing, just admit you want it and beg me.”

Another huff left me and I scrunched up my face. “Fine…please just do it already.”

“That’s the best you can do?” she raised her eyebrow.

“Fuck- just go down on me!” I whined. “I need it so fucking bad, just lick me, anything, litterally just do anyth- AH~”

My sentence was cut off as she wrapped her lips around my clit, sucking hard before licking. She flicked her tongue over and over again, not letting up once.

“Too much- fuck~”

“You asked for it.” she smirked against me before continuing.

My hips moved against her face, a feeling starting to build in my lower stomach. “K-keep going~”

She lightly bit me before moving down to my hole, slipping her tongue into me while bringing her thumb to my clit. “Knew you would taste good.”

I was moaning loudly, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth to avoid someone hearing us. “Shit-” came out as a muffled noise.

“Are you getting close?”

I nodded, bringing my hand to her hair to hold her against me. “Holy fuck!”

She suddenly stopped before standing up, moving her underwear down enough for her cock to pop out. She dragged me further to the end of the desk before thrusting her cock into me in one stroke. “Fuck yes!” she moaned out.

I gasped and had to hold myself up better to not fall back. “Oh god…”

“S-shit you’re fucking pulsing around me.” She held my thighs up before moving, bucking her hips to force her cock in and out of me.

“Oh- just like that~”

She was breathing hard, fucking me faster with each second passing. “See how much better you are when you don’t go all smart-mouth all the time?” My mouth was wide agape, silent moans spilling out but not heard.

She adjusted her hold on me so she could thrust better up into me, hitting all the right spots each time. “Such a fucking whore~” she moaned. “You needed some cock to fix your attitude, huh?”

My hand covered my mouth again to stop my moans. I bit down on it to not scream as she hit just right. “Fucking hell~”

“This is a fucking fantasy… fucking the school’s ‘good girl’ in a classroom. God, the fuck do you think is gonna happen when you wear that short ass skirt and those thigh high socks- begging to be fucked like the little slut that you are~”

“Oh god!” I let out a muffled moan.

She lifted up my blouse, pressing her palm down onto my stomach. “Look at that fucking bulge… can see how deep inside of that little pussy I am. How can you even take me that fucking deep…”

“Holy shit- fuck me just like that!” I squealed.

“Needy little girl.” she breathed out. “You’re just my fucking cum-slut. Gonna use you whenever I fucking want.”

“I’m gonna cum!”

She let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah? I’m making you cum, huh? The little whore is gonna cum all over my cock?”

I nodded quickly, my eyes shut tightly as I reached out to grab onto the side of the desk. “Fuck- fuck!”

“Fucking do it then.” she groaned.

I let out a scream-like moan and leaned forwards, gripping the desk so hard I was sure I could break it. I felt myself tighten up as I reached my orgasm, having experienced nothing as big as this one yet. I could feel my pussy pulsing hard, not even my vibrator could make me cum this hard.

I felt Natasha pull out of me, my eyes opening to see her fist her cock until she came onto my pussy. Her cum hit all over the insides of my thighs as well and I watched as it dripped onto the desk slowly.

We were both breathing hard and I looked at her as she stuffed her cock back into her pants before zipping them up. She grabbed her bag from the floor before turning around by the door, giving me a wink and a smirk. “That was fun, princess. You should probably fix that mess before getting to class. I know you have that test…good luck focusing after this.”

[aurumacadicus]

Heart Eyes, Big Thighs

Steve x Tony x Bucky

Pretty please and thank you!

I love this so much lmao. AvAc!

Heart Eyes, Big Thighs

“You’re missing the festivities,” Jan said as she sat down on the lounge chair next to Tony, watermelon margaritas as big as her head in each hand. She tried to hand one to him, but he didn’t look him keeping his face buried in his hands, so she lifted her foot to prod at him impatiently. “Tony. Take a margarita.”

“I can’t,” Tony moaned, miserable. “I can’t uncover my face. I might see.”

“See what,” Jan asked in exasperation. She looked around to try and figure it out herself. Then she stopped. Stared.

It was a good thing Tony’s face was still covered, because if he saw the way her lips spread into a vicious grin, he’d have run for the hills.

“...You’ve gone suspiciously quiet,” Tony said after a moment. He thought about peeking between his fingers to see what she was doing, then decided he didn’t want to know.

“That towel on your lap is hiding nothing,” Jan said smugly.

Tony jerked his hands away from his face to look down at his lap, because if anyone else noticed he had an erection, he would simply roll over and die. Unfortunately, his gaze didn’t make it that far down before it was arrested.

Steve, Bucky, and Thor were still having their stupid melon-smashing contest. So far, Thor was winning, but Steve and Bucky showed no signs of slowing down, methodically picking up watermelons, placing them between their thighs, crushing them, then handing them off to Clint and Sam, who chucked them over to the robots at the bar. Tony couldn’t help but whimper as he watched a shell crack between Bucky’s thighs, the way juice dripped down over Steve’s pale skin. They were both laughing, flushed with exhilaration, knocking shoulders competitively to knock the other off-kilter.

Tony considered rolling over and dying anyway, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to cope with this much longer.

“Take the fucking margarita,” Jan snapped, and then handed them both over to him so she could get up, grab the foot of his lounge chair, and swivel him around so he was facing the opposite way. “You’re so gone on them, it’s pathetic.”

“I know,” Tony sighed morosely, taking a sip from one of the glasses. It was getting to be embarrassing. Even Loki had exchanged sneers of disdain for concerned frowns.

Jan frowned at him, because she hadn’t meant it in a discouraging way. She knew that Bucky and Steve were both gone on him as well. They were all pathetic (Bucky’s lyrics had started including brunets, and Steve had gone out of his way to actually ask Tony to design a specific robot for him to spar with), but she knew that Tony would never be brave enough to make the first move, not when he’d come into her dorm room and flopped face-first onto her bed after he’d gone to ask Steve on a study date only to find them both on a coffee date instead.

“Finish your drink,” she finally said. “Then we’re going to go swimming. I deserve it after designing your swimsuit.”

Tony frowned down at the towel covering him. “You’re sure it’s not too tight?”

“I designed it so your ass would look scrumptious,” Jan scoffed, then turned and shouted across the beach. “Natasha! Does Tony’s ass look scrumptious in his new swimsuit?”

“Positively delectable,” Natasha shouted back, somehow managing to sound sincere and deadpan at the same time.

“It’s weird that she can call my ass delectable with a straight face,” Tony mumbled as Jan took her glass back.

“It’s Natasha,” Jan said, shrugging, and watched without pity as Steve craned his neck in a vain attempt to see Tony’s ass, failed to place his watermelon correctly and shot the entire thing up directly into his face. “I deserve this,” she decided again as Bucky did the exact same fucking thing.

“You always were a sucker for a fruity margarita,” Tony agreed obliviously.

[ptergwen]

Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally

warnings: mentions of blood and death

“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.

“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.

forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.

you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.

“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.

“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.

you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.

“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”

with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”

you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.

you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.

a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.

“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.

curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?

“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”

peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.

“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”

peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.

“i’ll always be with you.”

[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader) 1/?

A/N: Hey everyone, this is set right at the start of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and is essentially a reader insert rewrite 🥰

This fic is in progress as we go so updates may be slower

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

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@buckylokisimp​ ~continued from Together again

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Word Count: 2137

Masterlist

Warnings: Just curse words, first person pov

Chapter Summary: Renowned Agent L/N gets assigned on a mission with The Captain America

Chapter 1: SHALL WE?

I receive Fury’s call to come in for 6am, way too early for my liking. And short notice. I get out of the bed of some stranger who still sleeps and I look for my clothes that have been thrown around in a flurry. The man – I think his name was Aaron – stirs as I walk into the bathroom to get dressed in last night’s outfit. Natasha and I went out clubbing the night before but she got called away on a mission with Clint so I had decided to go home with some hotshot FBI agent I met there, of course Fury had to ruin a perfectly good start to the weekend.

“Leaving already?” he raises a brow and I detect some disappointment.

“Not by choice,” I retort. “Thanks for the good time.”

“Just good?”

No, it was fucking amazing but I’m not giving a federal agent that kind of satisfaction. “Yeah. Just good.”

He just chuckles, not taking any offense. I always know how to pick the good ones; not overcompensating for what they don’t have, confident in their abilities and no attachment issues. These ones never want to meet up again or grab a coffee and tell me their life stories. And it’s better that way, especially in the line of work I’m in.

“Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“No, I’ve got a ride. Thanks, Aaron.”

I leave the hotel room and send a message to the lower-level agent tasked with getting me to the Triskellion.

“Good Morning, Agent L/N,” he greets and I notice a strong Scottish accent.

I get into the backseat. “What does Fury want?”

“Um, it’s a mission briefing. Then you’ll bring in Ca-Captain Rogers.”

I frown. Steve Rogers? I’ve never worked a mission with him before, why would I now?

“Agent Romanoff was supposed to run point but she had to go to Belarus with Agent Barton.”

“So I’m the second choice.”

“N-no!” the exclaim. “I-“

“I was kidding, Agent. Lighten up. What are you anyway? Level 5?”

“Level 4, actually. Leo Fitz.”

“So you’re really just my driver.”

“Pretty much. I don’t have the clearance pertaining to your mission’s details. Just the basics the Director knew you’d ask about. Have you ever met the Captain?” Fitz asks.

“Once. The first time he woke up, they sent me in to deliver the news. He got really spooked though so he ran through the fake wall of the set we orchestrated. He didn’t like it very much. That was… two years ago,” I recall the event, I don’t get scared but that moment would have been as close as I could get to that feeling if I hadn’t encountered the depths of HYDRA a few years before that.

“I can’t believe you got to meet him. Well, not meet but… it’s Captain America. That is something.”

“Yeah. He’s gorgeous but I don’t get the hype. So what, he’s a good person.”

“And super strong, brave, freed 150 soldiers from the Nazis, sacrificed – or rather, was willing to sacrifice his life for the good of all the cities they were going to bomb back in World War Two. He’s the definition of superhero.”

“Wow, you almost sound like Coulson,” I remark before I stop myself.

“Agent Coulson? The one Loki…”

I stay quiet and Fitz gets the message that he should too. We arrive at the field office and I leave Fitz to go up the elevator to the top floor to see Fury.

Entering, he get straight to the point.

“I’m putting you and Captain Rogers on an assignment together. One of our ships has been hijacked. Rogers will be on rescue and you will be on retrieval.” The screen creates a hologram of the ship.

“And what will I be retrieving?” I ask.

“Intel. Classified. You are not to disclose it to Rogers. It may jeopardise his mission.” He points to an area of the ship. “This is your target.”

“You want me to double cross Captain America?”

“No. I want you to use his mission as a cover and covertly recover SHIELD intel.”

I sigh and take the briefing packet for Captain Rogers.

“You know, I’m taking the Stingray.”

“I know. You think I didn’t see you swipe those keys?”

“I know you didn’t.” I chuckle.

I leave his office and go to the garage, searching for the gorgeous sleek car and smirk when I find it. I unlock the bulletproof glass doors and get in. I hook up my portable communicator to the GPS to locate Captain Rogers.

“Destination: Washington Monument,” the car speaks.

I approach and have the comms send the Captain’s device a message.

I roll up in front of him, illegally parked, yes but who’s gonna fight me?

“Captain Rogers. My name is Agent Y/N L/N, I’ll be your partner for this mission.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You’re not gonna ask for my ID card or something?” This guy trusts too easily.

“Should I?”

I smirk and my eyes shift to the man next to him. Looks like he can make friends after all.

“Hey,” I say. Yes. I’m a flirt.

“How you doin’?” he replies, putting on his suave face.

“Shall we?” I gesture to the car.

“Damn,” the Captain’s new friend whistles at the Stingray.

I get in and so does Captain Rogers.

“Can’t run everywhere,” he says.

“No you can’t,” his friend says, still admiring the car.

“So what’s the mission?” the Captain asks, turning to me.

I pull out the folder I slotted in the compartment between the seats.

“Hostages on the Lemurian Star, one of ours. Mission is rescue and extraction of personnel.” I choose my words carefully because it’s more his and the STRIKE team’s mission. While mine is to discreetly extract the SHIELD intelligence kept on the ship’s servers onto a secure drive Fury had given to me prior to my meeting with America’s Golden Boy.

He nods with a serious look on his face as he reads over the file for background.

“Pirates?”

“Yep. Hostages aren’t fighters, either. They’re scientists and technicians and only one field officer.”

“Jasper Sitwell,” he fills in as he reads. “What’s he doing on a launch ship?”

“Probably just oversight of operations. Location is off course.”

I drive us to the tarmac where a quinjet awaits and so does the STRIKE team.

We gear up, Rogers changes out of his sweats and into a SHIELD issued special Captain America suit. Still doesn’t feel real that the hero of our history books is standing right in front of me.

“Captain Rogers, this is the STRIKE team,” I introduce. “They’ll be having our backs. This is Agent Brock Rumlow, the unit leader.”

“It’s an honour to meet you, Cap. It’s good to work with you again, Agent L/N. If everyone would look to the screen,” he starts the mission plan. “Target is The Lemurian Star, a mobile satellite launch platform. Pirates intercepted and took personnel hostage demanding a ransom of $1.5 billion. This was 93 minutes ago.”

“Why so steep?” Rogers questions.

“Because it’s SHIELD’s,” Rumlow replies but even I think that’s quite the ask, especially for a launch platform.

“In the Indian Ocean? It’s trespassing, not off course,” Rogers frowns then looks at me.

“I’m sure they had good reason,” I say confidently.

“So you just have blind faith in Fury while he gets us to play janitor.”

“Careful there, Cap,” Rumlow warns. “Don’t be pulling that thread.”

“How many pirates?” I ask, steering the conversation back to the mission details.

“25. Mercs. Georges Batroc’s their leader.” Rumlow gives us a rundown of Batroc’s history and experience as I run my own mission brief in my head.

“I’m sweeping the deck to find Batroc. L/N, kill the engines then await further instruction. Rumlow and STRIKE sweep it for hostages, get them to life-pods then get them out, take down any and all hostiles. Let’s move.”

The jet approaches the target and we check the security of our comms.

“Secure channel seven,” Rogers speaks into his wrist comm.

“Seven secure,” I answer to mine. I look through the armoury and pick up some throwing knives, batons and a pistol. “Do anything fun this weekend, Captain?”

“Considering everyone I know is dead… not really,” he replies as he fits his earpiece.

My eyebrows raise and I smirk. “Who knew Golden Boy had a dark sense of humour?” I ask rhetorically. “Very different attitude to when we first met.”

He frowns as he thinks but before he can say anything else our pilot comes on the radio. “Coming up on the drop zone, Cap.”

He puts on his helmet and the doors slide open letting in the unforgiving cold. He attaches his shield to his back and approaches the end of the ramp.

“You don’t remember do you?” I ask over the loud noise of the engines.

“We’ll talk about that later!” then he jumps out of the plane.

“You’ve met him?” Rumlow asks.

“When he first woke up.” I strap on my parachute and jump out.

I land and fall into step with him as he walks as if he hadn’t just taken down a handful of men in the time it took for us to float down.

“Was it at Stark’s afterparty?” he asks as I unclip the parachute.

I smirk knowingly. “Are you saying I’m not that memorable, Captain?”

“I-“

“Why don’t I secure the engine, I’ll give you two more guesses.” I jump over a railing to get to the engine room more efficiently.

There is a lone pirate guarding the room and he doesn’t notice me as I slide down the banister. He gets an order through the phone and turns to be greeted by me.

“Bonjour marin,” I tease then hit him where it hurts and then I wrap a grappling hook around him and scale down, shooting at any pirates I see on my way. I navigate the room, taking out the hostiles and tying them up with the ropes hanging on the walls. “Engine room secure,” I say into my wrist comm.

I make my way to the main server room. Inserting the USB drive from my pocket I get to work. I use my own log in to access the SHIELD intranet and then pull up the computer’s source code.

“Hostages en route to extraction,” I hear Rumlow announce.

Damn it.

“L/N missed the rendezvous point, Cap,” he says. “Hostiles are still in play.”

“L/N. Batroc’s on the move. Circle back to the STRIKE team and protect the hostages.” I turn my comms to radio silence to concentrate on working faster now that they know I’m missing. Over-riding the current firewalls using the commands that Fury gave me, I was able to access the classified files stored in the ship’s separate intelligence. I wait for all the files to download then Rogers and Batroc come barreling in.

“Well, this is awkward,” I say as Rogers knocks him out. So much for discreet.

He looks up in surprise as if a ghost started talking to him. “Rumlow needed your help,” he says in an accusing tone. “What are you doing?”

“Just backing up the hard drive. Harmless.”

“The hostages are priority and I gave you orders.” He walks towards me and looks at the monitor. “You’re covering for SHIELD?”

“It’s my job.”

“The mission was to get the hostages out safe and extract them.”

“Sorry, Captain. That was your mission.” Once the download was complete, I code a total deletion of intel on the ship. “And you’ve done a great job of it.” I pull out the drive and make my way to the door.

He stops me with a firm grip on my arm. “You just jeopardized this whole operation, Agent.”

“That’s an exaggeration, Captain.”

There is a shuffle behind us and Batroc gets up, throwing a live grenade at us. As quick as a blink, Rogers deflects it with the shield and picks me up as I shoot at the glass window of a control room to break its integrity and we jump in just as the blast detonates.

We shuffle up against the wall, panting. “I admit to that one.”

“You’re damn right,” he says as he stands, making his way to the extraction point in a huff.

I sigh, strangely feeling bad that our first mission literally ended up in flames. Well maybe it’ll be our last.

I get up from the floor and dust myself off.

“Where were you?” Rumlow asks as I approach while the STRIKE team guides the hostages into the life-pods.

“Codeword classified,” I reply which he accepts with no suspicion or distrust. Suppose it has to do with the fact that he has been an agent for so long while Captain Rogers isn’t used this kind of pecking order.

💖

I’ll update as soon as I have the third chapter done! That summary was kinda shitty, I might change it if I think of something better

Hope some Criminal Minds and Agents of Shield fans appreciated the cameos 🥰 thank you for reading!

Chapter 2

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[9tzuyu]

children of tragedy [pt.2]

note: hi. i totally did not mean for this to be a filler chapter but thats what it ended up being :(. i hope you guys still like it though. this is mostly natasha x reader (platonic), so maybe that’ll make up for it? lmk your thoughts!

mistakes are mine as always.

warnings: talk of alcohol abuse

pt. 1 | pt.3

🏷 @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (tagged since its nat centric)

when you left in the middle of the night while wanda slept in the other room. you didn’t bother waking her to say your goodbyes, instead wanting things to be quick and simple. telling wanda goodbye would only prolong that process. 

you did, however, leave one last sticky note on the kitchen table for her to see when she woke up. it was nothing over the top, just a reminder to make sure she ate and took care of herself.

(and of course your signature smiley face at the bottom of the paper. she loved your odd little version of a smiley face.)

you packed a bag separate from everything wanda put together and stuffed it to the brim with bare necessities. clothes were replaceable. what you had with wanda was not. besides, she probably wouldn’t mind keeping a few of your sweatshirts. they were always her favorite.

rummaging in the side pockets of your jacket you found the last twenty dollar bill you had and used it to catch the next bus across town. 

in all honesty you would’ve texted natasha to tell her you were on your way, but your phone had been dead for three days and you didn’t bother charging it after last night’s conversation. natasha wouldn’t mind though, you’ve been friends with her for over seventeen years. she was the only person who knew about your upbringing and all the abusive relationships between. she’d been there countless times to pick you up from the hospital your exes put you in, never once blaming you for what happened.

similarly to wanda, natasha never judged you for your decisions or ways of coping. she worried just as much as wanda did, but knowing you hated having to talk about things she kept silent. there were only a handful of times natasha could think of where you talked to her about what happened.

with a deep breath in, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and stepped off the bus. the walk to natasha’s house from your drop off area was only about fifteen minutes, but within that short amount of time you managed to get worked up over wanda. your thoughts were so loud that by the time you made it to natasha’s door step you had tears streaming down your face, your nose red from wiping it with the sleeve of your jacket. 

natasha was quick to answer, but she hadn’t expected you of all people to be standing right in front of her. snapping herself out of shock, she pulled you in for a hug before moving back to check you for any signs of bruising. 

there were a few, but they were fading nicely against your skin. and the cuts she found looked like they had been treated with care, which only confused the redhead. she hadn’t heard from you in over eight months, so it wasn’t surprising that she missed out on hearing about wanda. 

what a shame, you thought to yourself. she would’ve loved her.

natasha closed the door behind you and brought you over to her sofa. you laughed remembering that you were in this very same position last night; although it wasn’t like natasha could break up with you or anything of the sort. 

“stay here, i’ll be right back.”

you glanced at the clock on natasha’s wall seeing that it was three in the morning.

it was only when natasha came back when you noticed her disheveled hair and chapped lips. it was clear she was sleeping prior to you knocking on her door. she immediately noticed the guilty look on your face and quickly went to stop you from overthinking.

“none of that now, i don’t care at all that you woke me up at three in the morning. i haven’t seen you in over eight months, i’d be angry with myself if i hadn’t heard you knocking.” unsure how to reply, you nodded solemnly. 

she smiled, “are you hungry?” you licked your lips, food hadn’t crossed your mind in hours. “very.”

you followed her to the kitchen where she brought out a can of soup and set it to cook on the stove. 

“i don’t have much, i keep forgetting to go to the store.” she shrugged, leaning against the counter top.

“s’okay.” 

you awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, arms folded as you stared off into space. natasha took this opportunity to really get a look at you.

she could see the outlining of a bruise on the side of your cheek, and judging by the size, you had to have taken a pretty bad hit. there were also a few bruises around your neck as if someone had tried to choke you. 

she bit her lip, wincing internally at the thought of you getting choked so violently that it left marks as dark as the nail polish natasha once used as a teenager. it hurt her even worse knowing that this person was supposed to love you. 

you caught natasha’s gaze and shifted yourself further away from her. she tried not to frown, but you saw the slight downward movement of her eyebrows before she had a chance to look unbothered. 

“the soup, tasha. it’s going to burn.” you reminded her. 

“ah!”

she stirred the liquid content with a spoon and brought it to her mouth. “just right.” you watched her pour a safe amount into a bowl before giving you a spoon she hadn’t wrapped her lips around.

“lets go sit down so you can eat, yeah?” 

you followed her like a lost little kid back into the living room. if it hadn’t been for such serious issues at hand, natasha would’ve commented on how adorable you looked clutching the bowl with two hands while you unconsciously bit the insides of your cheeks because you were scared of breaking something. 

she gave you time to finish eating. you ate slower than she remembered, but she didn’t think too much of it. the last bite was when natasha when noticed the large scar across your hand. 

(god did she hate herself for not seeing it sooner because what the hell?) 

you moved to go put the dish in the sink, but natasha stopped you, gently grabbing the scarred hand to keep you from leaving. 

“don’t worry about that right now. set it on the coffee table and i’‘ll take care of it when we’re done here.” her voice was soft enough for you to feel safe, an affect only one other person could do. 

natasha didn’t say anything else, she wanted you to feel in control, to feel comfortable enough to talk about it.

the crack of your knuckles could be heard after a few short seconds of silence. there was no reason for you to feel so nervous. it was just natasha after all. she would never hurt you.

(you were brave. you were okay. you can do this.)

“she was so good to me, nat.” the redhead scoffed, but you were quick to defend your now presumed ex. 

“she was! this time i really mean it, and i know that sounds redundant but i would put the love i have for you as a friend, as a sister, on the line.” she seemed to believe you after that. the look in your eyes told her everything she needed to know. 

“what happened?”

your lip started to quiver, “i ruined it.” natasha moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around you so that your body rest against hers. “how’s that?” 

“i can’t stop drinking, couldn’t, and she had to do the right thing for herself.” her grip tightened around your frame. she hated not knowing you were drinking again. the first few times weren’t too bad, but she had a feeling this time was more than she could help with.

“she was so good to me, tasha and i ruined it. i fucking ruined every bit of it because i’m too weak to-”

“stop. do not finish that sentence or else i’m going to give you a sisterly lecture for the next three hours about every good thing that makes you who you are.” her threat came off as a joke, but if needed, natasha would actually hold herself to her own word.

you sighed and visibly deflated, natasha allowing the tiniest smile grace her lips from behind you. 

“what was her name?” your eyes found their way to natasha’s hands and the rings that clung to the base of her fingers. “wanda.”

“how did she treat you? i mean really treat you.”

you fiddled with her rings, twisting them back and forth absentmindedly, “she used to bandage my wounds with like, five layers of gauze, i swear. i always thought she was just being over dramatic, but sometimes the bleeding would even seep through that.” 

your breathing began to slow down. “she would always come when i needed her, whether that be when i blacked out from drinking or if i was sick and needed help taking a bath.”

“she sounds like a good person.”

“she is.” 

natasha hummed, “you really scared me, you know?” you moved to try and face her, but she kept her arm wrapped securely around your torso. “i didn’t hear from you in over half a year and now you’re here. you’re my best friend and i thought you were dead.” there was a crack in her voice. god knows she didn’t want you to see her cry.

(that’s why she held you in place, but most of all because she missed having you close.)

“i’m sorry, tasha...” 

“just don’t ever do that to me again or i will kill you myself.” you rolled your eyes at her reply. “i’m not, i promise.”

you moved off her lap, turning your body so you were face to face with her. “where do i go from here, nat?” 

she thought dor a second, “can you make it through tonight without a drink? or will withdrawls be too bad?”

you paused, surely you hadn’t gotten to the point where withdrawls were as serious as you’d seen in all the medical shows and documentaries. “i think i’ll be good.”

natasha nodded in approval, “do you want help?”

it was the question of the century for you. the answer should be a simple yes, but it never failed to amaze you how much weight could be carried behind a three letter word. there was a chance for you though, something you might not ever get again. and honestly, natasha’s heart couldn’t take another relapse like this. eight months of not knowing if you were alive or not was bad enough, she couldn’t imagine not seeing her dearest friend for the rest of her life.

“yes,” you exasperated, “yes, i wan’t help.”

[alirhi]

okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝕲𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓

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𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌!𝕭𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 𝖝 𝕶𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖀

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: When the Queen falls sick and passes away, King Bucky must marry another, preferably the princess of an alliance kingdom nearby, in order to keep peace and order among the lands. However she is the most god awful human being anyone has ever met. Her guard however well she was definitely not what the king expected.

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: nothing (part two)

𝖆/𝖓: opening a taglist for those who want to be tagged in future parts! just message me, reblog, ask, whatever works best for y’all! thanks so much for the love on the first already! 

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4k

part one |

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“Psst!” you turned around in search of the voice.

“Psst! Y/n!”

“Wanda?”

Wanda was the town witch. She lives right behind the kingdom’s castle in the woods and often visits you when she gets bored. 

“Hey I’m waiting for shit to do it’s thing and I remembered the pretty king was supposed to come today,” she said winking. 

“Indeed. He and his colleagues are having breakfast right now.”

“And you’re out here because?”

“The Queen and Charlotte joined them.”

“Oh, ew.”

“I’m rather fond of the Queen, she’s like my mother,” you said. 

“I was talking about Charlotte. Anyway, have you seen him?”

“Of course. I was the first to greet them.”

“What does he look like? Is he old and ugly looking for fresh meat?”

“No, actually quite young to be a King in my opinion.”

“Is he handsome?” she quirked.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to say.” you avoided. There was no way that you were going to tell Wanda about how incredibly jealous you may be of Charlotte. She gets the chance to possibly marry one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. How you kept composure when you first saw him will forever remain a mystery.

“So he is handsome,” Wanda interrupted.

“Pardon?”

“You know I can read minds.”

“Right.” 

“So tell me how did you keep your composure? Also I must meet him now that he’s got your panties in a bunch. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered over a man. Not since-”

“I’m not flustered! And yes, he is quite handsome but he’s here for Charlotte.”

“So you have zero chance?”

“Not that I want one but yes.”

“That sucks.”

“Excuse me,” King James startled you both. 

“Your majesty,” you both said bowing. 

“Do you know where I could find the king’s advisor? Bruce, I believe.”

“Ah yes. I can show you the way if you’d like?” you responded.

“Yes please. But allow me to find my own advisor before we head over.”

“That’s alrig-”

“James. I apologize for my tardiness,” a man with blonde hair said approaching you guys.

“Y/n, this is my advisor, Vision. Vision, this is the king’s lead knight.”

“Hello. And hello there,” he looked behind you where Wanda was hiding quite poorly if you do say so.

“Wanda it’s alright. I’ll be back.”

“He’s cute. I like him,” you heard her say in your head. You had to stifle a chuckle but proceeded to lead the men to Doctor Bruce Banner, the king’s advisor and doctor of the castle. 

“Good afternoon, Dr. Bruce. I’ve brought our guests King James Barnes and his accomplice advisor Vision.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Vision.”

You watched the men interact and felt yourself becoming a bother to them so you slipped out quietly and went ahead to look for Charlotte. Bucky, clueless to what the men began talking about, also slipped out the room following close behind you. 

“Miss,” Bucky called for you.

“Yes? Is there anything you need? I was just about to fetch Charlotte for you to meet.”

“Oh that’s wonderful hope you don’t mind if I tag along. I have no idea where I am,” he laughed. God, his laugh was beautiful. Smooth like butter.

“No need to fret. So tell me about yourself.”

“Well, my parents died young so I’ve been King for quite too long now.”

“I’m sorry about your parents.”

“It’s alright. They were quite sick, nothing could’ve saved them. I had married Elizabeth but she too grew sick and passed away not long ago. My people demanded a queen so when your king had offered his youngest daughter I figured I’d come for the sake of my people.”

“You’ll like her,” you hesitated. Charlotte was pretty awful.

“Really?” He sounded skeptical. 

“I will not speak ill of the king’s daughter. It is my job to protect her,” you hesitated.

“So no?”

“No.” you gave in. 

Charlotte was in her room with Bucky’s friend Natasha completely talking her ear off. When you and Bucky arrived her eyes grew wide and she sighed in relief that she doesn’t have to talk to her anymore. 

“I have to go,” Natasha said to Charlotte.

“But-”

“Charlotte, the king is here for you,” you announced.

“HI!” she shouted, startling everyone in the room. 

“Good fucking luck,” Natasha whispered to Bucky.

“Come let’s go,” she grabbed your arm and dragged you away.

You nodded to Charlotte and closed the doors. You stepped to the side to guard the door when Natasha had halted turning back to you. 

“What are you doing?” she asked you.

“I’m guarding the princess’s room. There is an unknown man in her room and I must be here to make sure she’s safe.”

“Bucky isn’t gonna hurt her.”

“You never know.”

“Well, I want to chat with you. I like you. Wasn’t expecting a woman to be a lead knight. You should meet with Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. They’re Bucky’s most noble knights and I think you’d like them.”

“And if the princess is harmed?”

“Have another guard protect her.” 

You were contemplating because meeting with the other knights did seem more appealing than standing in front of the princess’s room all day. Thor, one of your more admirable friends within the army, also the king’s personal guard, was walking down the corridor, probably keeping watch for there were many unknown guests in the castle. 

“Thor!” you shouted, bringing attention to you and Natasha. 

“Good evening, dame.” 

“Would you be able to guard the princess’s room while I speak with King James’s knights.”

“Of course.”

You bowed your head and walked with Natasha back to the dining hall where the men. 

“Boys, I brought her.”

The men’s eyes grew wide as they walked toward you to greet you with enthusiasm. 

“Good afternoon. I’m Sir Steven Grant Rogers and this is Sir Sam Wilson. We are noble knights and loyal friends of King James Barnes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you as to you, I’m Dame Y/n L/n; though I’m sure you knew.”

“We truly admire your bravery and skill as a knight and especially as a woman. It’s rare to see someone like you excel in power the way you do,” Sam said. 

“Why is it so hard for men to believe that women can be and are strong and brave like men,” Natasha nudged your arm. 

“Couldn’t tell you,” you joked.

“Y/n, I have a young knight back home that I believe would deeply appreciate your intel and advice on fighting and chivalry. Would you ever be interested in teaching the lad? Assuming this marriage goes well,” Steve asked you.

“Well, even if not I don’t see why we can’t keep an alliance. I would love to,” you responded.

“How did you become a knight?” Natasha asked you.

“Well, I was born to thieves and they were captured by the king. They were cowards however and took cyanide instead of pleading a case. I was eight at the time. The queen found me and practically took me in as her own. I wasn’t too fond of the pretty dresses and crowns. The queen had me learn to fight and now here we are. I’ve been a lead knight for years now. Until the last battle against the rebels but we hadn’t needed the army since then so now the king has me as his youngest daughter's personal guard.”

“What happened at the battle?” Natasha asked.

“I wouldn’t rather talk about that,” you whispered shyly. It was a horrible day for you and your men. You won but not without lots of bloodshed and loss. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s alright.”

“Y/n!” the king called for you.

“Yes, your majesty?” 

“Show our guests to their rooms and make sure everything is in order for the celebration in a few weeks.”

“Of course.”

You led them to their rooms and little did you know Bucky had listened to almost everything you had to say to his friends. He had to step away from Charlotte as she was simply speaking ill of the kingdom’s chefs and maids and you at some point. She also talked extremely high of herself, too high.

Unlucky for her, he was beginning to grow more fond of you than the girl that wouldn’t stop talking about herself moments ago. 

The celebration he and many kings had been invited to was only a few weeks away. And Bucky and his friends would be staying with the king until then. He was determined to get to know you in every way possible. He hoped that you would let him, until then he was going to have to pretend to be interested in the brat that was the king’s daughter.

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[duskwood-by-daylight]

The Promise

It's the night of the company party and you've got everything you need: a dress, a date, and a severe case of anxiety. Part of the Breathe Mercy verse.

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, obnoxious pushy dude

Word count: 1300ish

A/N: For my darling @tired-patience who puts up with my fictional nonsense at all hours. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated. 

Natasha sweeps across the room, barely registering that she's wearing heels or a dress, looking like some sort of elegant specter. Meanwhile, you are channeling all the grace of a tranquilized elephant. It's just nerves. It's just nerves. You aren't galumphing around. Deeply exhaling, you stare at the ceiling, wondering if it's too late to get out of this. 

"Oh my gosh, you're actually nervous." The smile in her voice is clear. You blush and avoid her eyes, knowing it'll only make things worse. "It's cute. I've never seen you nervous to hang around with Bucky."

"Well, technically I'm his date. Aren't you supposed to be nervous for a date? Isn't that normal person behavior?"

"Is that all you're nervous about?"

You study over your reflection again, trying to find some semblance of calm. The vintage black swing dress is great with the low heels, but still feels foreign on your body. Your curls are pulled back into a messy updo that Natasha assures you looks great. No matter how much assurance or compliments she gives, you can still feel your nerves thrumming. Lucky for you, when you give your reflection a red-lipped smile, you can hardly notice.

"Dr. Banner tried to warn me that there will be a lot of people at the party tonight. A lot of curious, nosy, people, especially because I'm new. I… I don't always do well in those types of situations. My nerves are bad and I get overwhelmed." 

"Then why on earth did you agree to come?" 

"Because Sergeant Barnes asked me to."

Natasha beams at you, "Y/N, you're going to have a wonderful time tonight. I can't think of a better person to be Bucky's date."

The elevator doors open and you take a deep breath before diving into your evening. You've been trained to keep a brave face even if you're scared shitless. This is no different. Your mission is to be pretty and friendly and not kill anyone. Easy enough. Your eyes drift to the men in the lobby, talking quietly. At the ding of the elevator, they turn in a synchronized motion. Sam, Steve, and Bucky are all dressed in suits, appearing to have just stepped off some expensive runway. You freeze for a millisecond until Natasha drags you forward. 

"Holy shit." Bucky exhales, only loud enough for the guys to hear. He realizes that you both match, your black dress complimenting his all black suit and for some reason, it makes him nervous and giddy in the same breath.

"Yep." Steve nods to his right before sweeping forward to greet you. "You all look wonderful. The rest of the team went on but we wanted to wait for you." Which is half true. Bucky insisted on waiting for you and the others stayed so he wouldn't get nervous (Steve) and to see the look on his face when you appeared (Sam).

"Hey, pretty girl." Bucky smiles broadly, offering his arm. I am so fucked. 

"You're so handsome in a suit and you got a haircut." You tiptoe up to kiss his cheek before taking his arm, letting him lead you to the party.

"I guess you clean up okay, too." He smirks and you roll your eyes. "Honestly, doll, you're always beautiful, but that dress is something else. I'll have to keep an eye on you tonight. Make sure nobody snatches you up." 

"The first person to touch me who isn't you gets a broken finger."

The room is crowded, but not unbearable. You and Bucky immediately gravitate to your friends near the bar. A familiar blonde giant has his back to you and you excitedly screech his name, "Thor!" 

He deftly catches you and lifts you up in a firm hug, kissing your cheek "Y/N! You look wonderful, love. I'm so glad you're here!"

Unfortunately, his booming voice draws the attention of a few people and they begin to stare at you. You try to ignore it as he sets you back down beside Bucky, "It's good to see you, big guy. Where have you been?" 

Bucky watches you easily fall into conversation with the Asgardian, impressed at how natural it feels watching his date joke with the god of thunder. You and Thor became fast friends after meeting, much to Tony's chagrin. He claims it's like trying to control two over caffeinated labrador retrievers.

You feel someone brush against your butt and spin around at the sudden contact, only seeing the back of a green jacket at the bar. Bucky slips an arm around your waist and moves you a step forward, almost subconsciously sensing your unease. "Doll, Bruce wants to talk to a few of us about something. Are you good to wait here?"

"Of course. I'll have a drink and talk to…" You glance along the bar and see most of your friends have disappeared, "myself. Be right here when you get back." 

He grins and gives your arm a light squeeze before vanishing into the throng. You survey the ballroom, leaning against the nearest bar stool. Stark really goes all out for these things. Unless Pepper is the one who actually plans it… which is highly likely. 

"Wow, Y/N, you are killing me in that dress. I can't believe Stark hid you down in the Archives." A semi-familiar man in a dark green suit steps closer to you, far too close. Is that Brad?

"Do I know you?" You hope your flat tone will stop his flirting, but it seems to have the opposite effect. 

"Aw, you wound me. You don't remember me?"

Oh, fuck this guy. Fifty times over. "No, I don't. Should I?"

"Well, some people think the day you meet the love of your life is important." 

You sigh, already tired of his bullshit. It figures that Bucky would vanish right before this idiot popped up… unless this idiot was watching and waiting for Bucky to excuse himself. The thought puts you on high alert. My friends aren't here. Most of these people are strangers. Do not panic. Do not hurt anyone. Breathe. "I'm not interested. Go away."

"Five minutes alone would have you singing a different tune. There's no need to play hard to get with me." His hand reaches out to touch you and you immediately dodge him.

"Do not touch me."

He pouts, but you can see the anger in his brow. "I bet a good fuck will loosen you right up. Let's find an empty room."

"Hey asshole, the lady isn't interested. Piss off."

"Mind your own b," you assume he was about to say business but you never find out. His words die in his throat when he sees Bucky, standing at full attention and looking near murderous. "What's it to you?"

"I'm not bothered by you myself, but don't annoy my girl. Sweets over here will absolutely kick your ass." Bucky pulls you away from the obnoxious man, drawing you close to his chest. He leads you to the dance floor, using dancing as an excuse to keep you close, shooting an icy glare in the direction of the bar. "I leave for two minutes and they're already swooping in like vultures on a carcass."

"And I'm the rotting carcass?" You fake offense then beam up at him. His glare immediately warms when his eyes turn to you. "Thanks."

"Admittedly, I could have worded that better."

"I've been called much worse, James."

His face lights up at hearing you say his name. He looks like you just told him he won the lottery. "No Sergeant this time?"

"Well, I think being your date gets us on a first name basis, don't you?" The music slows and you link your hands behind his neck, feeling oddly reminiscent of prom, "Unless you prefer Bucky."

"I prefer whatever you wanna call me, doll." He leans forward, resting his chin against your temple. You barely hear him whisper, "But I think I like James best."