#Pietro MCU

[local-crying-boy]

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𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff X Female!Reader

Genre: One-shot, fluff

Warnings: Short asf

Summary: After a few, long weeks of both you and Pietro Maximoff unable to spend a lot of lone time together, you both go on a car ride.

Word count: 530

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The compound was known to be a little chaotic every now and then, it was filled with egotistical, stubborn and sometimes even argumentative people. Sure, sometimes there were times when the team could be civil with one another, there were times where arguments could sprout from the smallest of things.

Not only do arguments arise out of nowhere in the new place you call home, but accidents and injuries occur almost every other day. Whether it be from the Hulk breaking through Bruce’s attempt at staying calm, powers getting out of control or Stark’s inventions going haywire and destroying his lab, someone would eventually get hurt at least once when living at the Avengers Compound.

It was a silent agreement you signed up for when moving in. If you knew it or not, it was your problem.

So, when the team - more specifically, Tony and Bruce - grew interested in the powers you developed and didn’t quite understand yet, you found yourself getting poked and prodded with different tools and questions for the two scientists to understand these abilities you held.

Unfortunately, this had led to you and your boyfriend being forced to spend less and less time together from the endless times you’ve been summoned to Bruce and Tony’s lab, alongside the whole thing of you being bombarded with queries.

Therefore, the amount of places you and Pietro could hang out together slimmed and slimmed each day, it seemed like you could be found wherever you were in the Compound. Thus led you and Pietro to head out whenever you wanted to hang around with just one another.

Tonight was another one of these nights.

Only this time you had pulled over on the side of a secluded road, you had ended up straddling the speedsters lap, his hands holding onto your waist. You had one of your hands just by his jaw, fingers lightly brushing against his stubble, an action simply to make the moment that much more intimate, like you’d been starved of his touch for years. Pietro had to angle his head upwards, making sure he could meet your supple lips, every once in a while he would tuck your hair behind your ear when it fell in your face.

“I’ve missed you.” Pietro had muttered out, his soft lips brushing against yours when he spoke. “Missed you so much…”

You let out a quiet laugh when he said that, looking down at him, your eyes locking with his icy blue orbs. “I’ve been by your side all day.”

“But I haven’t been able to kiss you without someone walking in.” He grumbled out with a hint of annoyance, it seemed like he was taking the whole being unable to kiss you whenever and however he wanted was irritating him more than you.

“Poor you.” You said with a small laugh, leaning down and pressing your lips against his once more. “But I’m the one who’s getting dragged into the lab.”

He was more than happy to kiss you back, but he scowled when you mentioned the lab. “I’ll drag you back out next time.”

“Alright, Maximoff, whatever you say.” You said with a grin, your nose rubbing against his before you leaned in to kiss him.

Masterlist

[figaroswilson]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Chapter 1

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story summary: Kira Barnes, the younger adopted sister of Bucky Barnes, is forced out of the dark underworld of espionage and into the light of the new world of superheroes when her brother abandons her with the Avengers to go on the run. She is set in her ways and determined to find her brother until she meets Pietro Maximoff, someone who challenges her black-and-white view of the world.

story warnings: violence, swearing, blood, descriptions of abuse

chapter word count: 2000

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When SHIELD collapsed, Kira convinced Sam to move to New York to be closer to the Avengers.

DC just wasn't quite the same for him anymore. Not after meeting Captain America and then promptly taking out the city's secret HYDRA cell.

Steve had originally suggested the move. Sam wouldn't have to be an Avenger in any official sense, but he could be around people he knew and trusted, which would be reassuring after that whole mess. It was Kira who eventually managed to persuade him, though. After he'd helped rescue her from HYDRA, they had quickly become close friends. Her insistence made the prospect of moving to a new city easier. Less daunting. It also didn't hurt he'd managed to find a place near the Avengers' Tower with rent that was actually reasonable.

Kira was, to say the least, glad for the company.

She often seemed to find herself alone in the Tower, whilst the rest of the team was out on a mission. It was for her benefit. Apparently. Her therapist insisted her mind just couldn't handle high levels of stress so soon after everything, so it was best to take a step back occasionally. Kira wasn't a fan of those sessions. Frankly, she would've dropped the whole thing if Tony hadn't insisted. And because it was nice to have someone who finally seemed to make sense of her fucked up head. Not that she would ever admit it.

Over time, she realised she didn't mind too much. She was always looking for an excuse to be at Sam's apartment anyways. The tiny, slightly messy, studio was her favourite place to be, helped mostly by the fact one of her closest friends lived there. Every time she would show up, the two would fall into an easy routine of buying greasy takeout and watching cheesy romances, no matter the time of day or the reason for Kira's appearance.

Like usual, they were sitting in what Kira called 'Sam's extended bedroom'. He insisted it was his living area. She wasn't convinced.

She had been staying over that weekend, whilst the rest of the team was on a mission somewhere in Eastern Europe. This time, she had been eager to miss out, urging the others to go on without her. She used the weekend-long visit as an excuse to get takeaway for nearly every meal, on Tony's card, despite Sam's protests that it could not be good for them at all. He quickly let it go when she threatened to eat his food.

"I don't get it." Sam pointed to the characters on-screen, confused at the newest movie Kira had put on. As it turned out, it was a family drama with multiple romantic storylines and it was starting to hurt Sam's head. "Is that supposed to be his little brother, grown-up?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And he doesn't recognise him? Like, at all?"

"Yeah..." she said, realising the absurdity of it now Sam had pointed it out. "But can you blame him? I mean, look at the actor playing him as an adult. He doesn't look like his younger self at all. Even his eye colour's different."

"Well, it is a movie," Sam reasoned. "It's fictional. Like, they 'struggled', but live in a mansion in central London. You're supposed to suspend your disbelief or whatever."

"Yeah, or whatever. It'd be easier to do if I wasn't so stressed about this stupid thing," Kira sighed. She poked at the laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of her, with the back of her fork, as if that would hurry it up.

As much as she loved Sam, she hadn't bailed on the mission just to spend the entire weekend with him, though it was a perk. The actual reason, that had been slowly decrypting for the last two days, sat in front of her. The laptop she was doing it on, which she had found in a dumpster behind a pawn shop, was so run down it had to be kept permanently on charge, and its fan whirred so loudly, she was sure it was going to break. All to watch some stupid CCTV files so she and Sam could try and find her runaway brother.

Just like she'd promised Nat, she hadn't told anyone else about it. Which was why they were doing everything, in secret, in Sam's apartment, whilst the rest of the Avengers were away.

Kira had mainly taken over Nat's involvement in the search, as her memories returned, and Sam took over for Steve, to avoid suspicion from the rest of the team. The other Avengers only knew a couple of things about Jamie. First, he used to be Steve's best friend and was Kira's adoptive brother. Second, whilst his legal name was James Buchanan Barnes, Steve had given him the nickname Bucky and Kira the nickname Jamie. He was also a former Winter Soldier, currently on the run from the authorities and a topic that was completely off-limits.

But that was all they knew. They weren't aware of the extent of what Jamie had done. They hardly knew what Kira had done. The information in the files that, first, Tony, and then the rest of the team, had received, only touched on what Department X, and later HYDRA, had done to them. Not what Department X and HYDRA had made them do. Sam, Steve and Nat were the only ones that knew exactly who the Winter Soldiers had hurt. And, apart from Nat, no one knew anything else.

To Kira, that was fine. That was all they needed to know. The depth of what had happened in Department X, what had happened outside of Department X, and what Nat and Jamie were, wasn't their business. And what Kira was planning, dependent on finding Jamie, wasn't their business either. Not even Nat's. It didn't bother her much no one knew the whole truth. It wasn't like she was hurting them by not telling them. She didn't think they'd care much anyways.

Sam and Kira had spent nearly the whole of the last year trying to find Jamie. He, however, didn't seem to want to be found. It was clear he was hiding. After Nat had found the tape of him at the Captain America exhibition, only small signs of Jamie had shown up. First, they came from across North America, but later they started up in Europe. Mentions in police reports of someone sketchy near a crime scene with long brown hair, wearing a baseball cap, covering his face. Weird acts of kindness from a quiet man with a metal prosthetic arm. A mysterious stranger, walking to compensate for some heavy weight on his left, moving into an apartment, ignoring everyone and then quickly moving out again. It was still promising. Even if his movements never made sense.

There had been a tip-off, recently, to the police in Rome. A man with shoulder-length brown hair had reportedly stopped a bullet with his left hand. Of course, no one had taken it seriously. It was 'impossible'. Which was precisely why they had managed to hear about it. After some digging around, Kira found someone willing to sell her, through less than legal means, CCTV footage of the alley the day it took place. She had to decrypt it herself, though.

The laptop somehow whirred even louder now but didn't seem to be working any faster. It was so bad even Sam was starting to worry, glancing over at it one too many times. She was just glad it was badly encrypted. If the encryption was advanced, it would've needed a much more powerful device, the type only Tony had access to and that was a no-go. Plus, the laptop was old. No one would miss it once it finally croaked.

Still, the laptop was battered enough that the decryption might finish in anywhere from the next few minutes or the next few days. She sighed and looked up at the TV screen, instead. Bad idea. The younger brother was getting all teary-eyed at the older one, who still hadn't recognised him, whilst vaguely talking about their family. Maybe a movie about long-lost siblings wasn't a great idea right now.

The doorbell interrupted them then. Sam looked over at Kira, panicked. "It's okay," she reassured him. "My danger sense isn't going off, it's probably just Steve or Nat." She checked her phone, sighed and then held it up, showing the hour-old text from Tony that they must've missed. "See? It has to be them. They got back a while ago."

"You sure?" he asked.

"No, Sam. I've been lying about my powers this whole time. I'm not even a Super Soldier," she deadpanned.

"Hilarious," he said, sarcastically, getting up to open the door to Steve and letting him in.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be working?" he asked almost as soon as he entered, looking pointedly at the TV, before dumping his bag next to Sam's bed.

"What happened to 'hello'?" Kira muttered into her noodles.

"We are, don't worry," Sam answered, sitting back down. "It's just taking forever to work."

Steve walked over and squished into the small space between his two friends. He stared at the laptop for a while like his glare alone could fix it.

"Hey, Steve?" Kira asked.

"Yeah," he replied, turning to her with his usual kind smile.

"You know the mission?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"...What happened?"

He stared at her blankly for a second. Then, "Oh, right. Shit, sorry." He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Yeah, it went well. You can read the mission report later if you want. Everything happened basically as planned," he told them. "Got Strucker and put him in jail, shut the base down, found Loki's sceptre— actually, there was something off." They looked at him curiously. "We found two enhanced. Twins. About your age." He turned to Kira.

"My age?" she asked sceptically. As Sam always loved to remind her, she was old enough to be his grandma. Great, more sad sibling stories, the voice in the back of her head added, unhelpfully.

"Biologically," he amended. "Think Strucker kidnapped and experimented on them, actually." Kira could almost see him lose his train of thought at the horrible realisation. More kids taken and hurt by Nazis for their own benefit. It was officially the world's shittiest never-ending cycle she would've been naive to think had miraculously stopped with her.

"Well, where are they now?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Not sure. They ran off almost immediately. Can't blame them. We're trying to keep tabs on them for the meantime, though."

"Why? You gonna invite them into the Avengers too? Get a little formerly kidnapped-by-HYDRA boyband going? A bit too specific, don't you think?" Kira joked, darkly. It was a bad habit.

"I mean, maybe. You might make some friends then, Ki." Steve was clearly very proud of himself with that. Kira was not.

"Hey!"

"Ouch."

"Or... you could come to the party Tony's hosting."

"Ugh, I already told you I'm not going," she turned away from them, defensive. "What the fuck am I going to do there? Smile as the richest and most boring people in the city tell me their life stories?"

"Sure. If you have to. At least you'll get in some practice socialising."

"You'll have fun, I promise," Sam tried.

"That's easy for you to say. Everyone loves you. Not many people like casual conversation with a Winter Soldier," she sulked. Kira paused. "Wait." She turned to Steve again. "Did you just say 'practice socialising'? What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, suddenly very offended. I know how to socialise... right? "Sam?"

He was silent for a second, clearly weighing up his options, before blurting out, with a pained look on his face, "Girl, you have no friends."

Kira scoffed. "What are you then?"

"Apart from me."

"And Nat?"

"You've known her forever. She doesn't count."

"Steve?"

"You work together. He doesn't count either."

She scowled at him.

"You've run out of people, haven't you?" Sam asked, a smile creeping up on his face.

"Oh, fuck you." Kira threw a pillow at his head as he burst out laughing.

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[darealsaltysam]

hey tumblr. you should read my xmen fic. the second chapter just came out. this image tells you all you need to know about the plot. thanks <3

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The MCU really be like

[hurtspideyparker]

If Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together Part 2

Read Part 1 and Part 3

Tony: Why is Underoos mopping the ceiling?

Sam: Told him since he's sticky that's his chore

Bucky: It's only fair he helps out around the house

Tony: Hm. Makes sense

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Vision cooked dinner:

Peter: *pushing around food to make it look eaten*

Natasha: *surreptitiously spitting into napkin*

Steve: *taking small bites with tons of water*

Bucky: *just stares at full plate*

Tony: Well this is disgusting, I'm ordering pizza

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Sam: C'mon man stop moping around, you gotta get yourself a girl

Bucky: Ok.

Sam: Ok? Okayyyyy! I know-

Bucky: Give me your phone

Sam: Oh you got a number in mind already hotshot? *hands phone over*

Bucky: *ring* Hi Sarah ;)

Sam: BOY-

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Peter: Ned thought you would seperate your colours from your lights but he also thought you'd be homophobic so I don't pay him much mind cuz clearly I'm more of a superhero expert than him but he does have a 2% better average than me in history so like maybe you do hand wash your clothes and that's why I asked what underwear you wear because-

Steve: *listening intently with apprehension and alarm*

Natasha: I can't believe you found the one person on Earth who talks more nonsense than you

Tony: I know right, it's incredibly unnerving. I'm planning on adopting him

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Peter: Mr. Stark I have to tell you something. I think Vision is a... *whispers* pervert

Tony: Um, why?

Peter: He keeps floating through my room without knocking! He saw me changing, he saw my nipples !

Tony: Well if anyone's a predator here it would be you. I mean showing your nipples to a 2 year old? Deplorable.

Peter:

Peter: Oh god, I'm the pervert...

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Bucky: Y'know animosity isn't good between teammates. I think we should spend more time together

Sam: Am I being punked right now? Where's the camera

Bucky: I'm serious. I think it would be healthy for us to bond

Sam: Okay fine I'll bite... what did you have in mind

Bucky: Wanna go for a run?

Sam: *slams door in Bucky's face*

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*staring at Bucky's sparkly clean metal arm*

Bucky: Dishwasher?

Peter: Dishwasher :)

(later that day)

Bucky: I've decided to let the child live

Peter: YoU wHaT?!

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Thwip

Tony: Who took my coffee cup, It was right here

Thwip

Bruce: Um, has someone seen my book? I just had it

Thwip

Steve: I could've sworn I was holding a pen a moment ago

*giggling from the ceiling*

Tony: Young man I will take those webshooters away if you use them for shenanigans and rascality

Peter, muffled: Mr. Hawkeye told me to!

Clint: Oh so you're just gonna rat me out like that?

Peter: Sor- OOF

*falls out of ceiling vent*

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Sam: You're in my spot

Bucky: There are no spots, it's a common area

Sam: Well that's my spot

Bucky: Did you buy the chair??

Sam: No, but everyone knows that's where I sit. Right Steve?

Steve: Oops I forgot something in my car, be right back *leaves*

Sam: Still my spot

Bucky: Still not

Sam: *sits on him*

Bucky: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL THE COUCHES ARE FREE-

Sam: IT'S MY SPOT YOU CAN'T TAKE A MAN'S FAVOURITE CHAIR-

BUCKY: YOU HAVE ISSUES GET OFF ME-

(one hour later)

Steve: Hey so turns out I don't have a car! Isn't that funn...

Sam & Bucky: *Squeezed awkwardly on the chair together*

Steve: I think I left something in my car

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Steve: Leave the bedroom door open when you have Vision in there

Wanda: UGH you're so protective

Tony: Teenagers, am I right? Caught Pete reassembling my particle accelerator at midnight because he needed to neutralize a miniature nuclear bomb he nabbed off some guy he neglected to tell me was trying to kill him

Steve:

Steve: Wanda y'know what do whatever you want

Wanda: Really?

Steve: Yes just keep being normal. At least I can read about our issues in a parenting book

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Thor: Ah, new warriors I see! Good to make all your acquaintance. But why are you so grumpy my friend?

Bucky: *glaring*

Peter: He's always like that. It's um, P- P- PMS? Wait -

Natasha: Yes it's PMS

Wanda: He's got it bad

Steve: *genuinely concerned* Bucky you didn't tell me something was wrong. What can I do to help?

Bucky:

Bucky: I like chocolate

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Wanda: Welcome to the first annual girls night! This place reeks of men, so I thought we needed some women time

Pepper: Why is Vision here?

Wanda: I get sad when he's gone

Natasha: Why is Pietro here?

Pietro: Slay queens

Wanda: Moral support I think

Maria: Why is Peter here?

Wanda: He looked really upset when I said he wasn't included and I felt bad

Wanda: Anyways... yay girls! Who wants me to paint their nails?

Peter: ME ME ME

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Steve: Pancakes or waffles?

Natasha: Pancakes

Steve: Good because I don't have a waffle maker

Natasha: Then why would you ask-

Steve: It's important for your voice to be heard, as team leader I value your opinion

*2 minutes later*

Steve: Good morning Clint, pancakes or waffles?

Clint: Waffles

Steve: Oh no.

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Some of these were based on requests (ex. more Sam & Bucky, dad Steve w/ Wanda) so if you have certain dynamics you enjoy let me know !

[welovelouisandbucky]

Me: *gets periods* *sighs*

Also me: *searches x reader period fics on Tumblr/ao3*

[the-poor-miranha-quotes]

Tony: So today I learned that peter has me in his cellphone as "Mr Irondad "

Clint: *shrugs* Could be worse. Wanda and Pietro have each other down as "spare parts"

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Pietro: I know you’re marrying Wanda soon. Now I’m not saying this as a friend but as her brother: if you hurt her, I will kick your ass

Y/N laughs…

Pietro: I-I’m serious!

Y/N: thanks for the warning… So can I talk to you as my friend again?

Pietro: sure

Y/N: (laughs) dude! You will not believe what Wanda’s bro said to me! (Laughs)

Pietro:

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a forbidden fruit

summary: pietro eats something he shouldn't have pairing: pietro maximoff x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, s3x pollen, blowjobs, unprotected sex a/n: part iv have fun do leave comments if u liked it

masterlist | the repentant's corner

Pietro dashed around the lot sixteen times to make sure no one was there. You rubbed your hands together for some heat against the chilling night. The grass crackled beneath your feet trying to chase after your partner. You ended up a panting mess next to him, your knees shaking. 

“So I was thinking, after this patrol maybe we could go out sometime?” he said, his breath unwavering. You gulped and tried to let out a word, your voice dry and coarse. You nod, sweat dripping down your forehead. 

“Can you focus?” you said, trying to open the door. He broke open the warehouse padlock with ease, vibrating at a pace that dislodged the gears that kept the lock secure. 

You slide the rusty door open into a dark room. Pietro used a flashlight to look into the path. The warehouse was small, almost the size of a barn, the floor a flat grey concrete, the walls tall and rusted. There were a few broken wooden crates scattered all over the floor, a metal table on the farthest left. 

Your partner zoomed into the room like a faint blue flare. He checked to see the contents of the crates, all seemed empty.  He sat on the metal table, a few newspapers sprawled out and a white dish used as a makeshift ashtray. 

“Look at this,” he pulled out a small ziplock bag filled with different sugar-coated candy like Skittles. He takes one out and puts it in his mouth, licking the sugar off his fingers. You took the bag from him, smelling the contents; sweet and fresh. “Want one?”

“You idiot! I don’t think this is candy,” you took the bag inside your pocket, Pietro smirking. “We have to send this to the lab.”

“It’s fine, fast metabolism remember?” he shrugged. 

The plane ride back to the compound was quiet. Pietro sat away from you and kept to himself, which was very unusual. He would always try to bother you while you flew the quinjet, always teasing and messing around, but right now he was slumped over to the side using his phone. 

You arrived at the compound a few hours later, the airdock marshalls taking over the jet. You asked other agents to rush to Dr. Cho’s lab to send the candy samples. “Pietro and I found this on patrol tonight,” you gave the pack to her assistants before they went on to test the samples. 

Your phone dinged to a message from Pietro. Meet me in the conference room at 4B ASAP. 

“Fine, I’m an idiot,” he said. “My dick has been so hard for the past five hours and I can’t make it go away!”

“Your what?” you looked at the tent in between his legs, his knuckles were pale white as he gripped onto his pants. “Well I knew it was a drug but I didn’t know it was that kind!”

“What are we gonna do?” he said, his silver-gray hair all tousled over his forehead. He zoomed around and around the room, a cobalt blur blew gusts of wind everywhere he went. He stopped in a corner, his legs shaking and his face flushed. 

“We?” you clamored. “How the fuck am I supposed to help?”

“I don’t know you’re smarter than me!” his eyes widened, his voice shaking, sweat dripping down his forehead. He braced for another run but you held onto his arm. He shuddered, his skin was hot. 

“We should tell Dr. Cho,” you said. “Get you medicine or something.” 

“Absolutely not,” he pleaded. “It’s embarrassing,” his eyes wandered all over the room as if the answers were written on the walls. “We should deal with this the way it's intended.”

“Yeah, no,” you said before turning for the door. Pietro suddenly was in front of you blocking your exit. 

“Please draga—“ his lips were dead set. Pietro was an ill-tempered man, his demeanor was quick like his abilities, charismatic but also stubborn. You thought for a second, you’re helping a co-worker that’s all right?

“Well, how do we do it?” you said. He removed his jacket, and his blue shirt underneath. You marveled at his taut chest, the ridged cuts across his abdomen, and the two lines pointing down his sex. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t believe someone could look like that, like a Greek sculpture. 

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a kiss. His lips were warm against yours, his stubble pricking at your cheeks. Your hands find his chest for stability, snaking around his neck to pull him closer. His large arms circle around your waist, finding the hem of your pants and going through to your ass. 

He spun you around and pinned your hands above your head, using his other hand to pull your pants down. He smoothed his palms on the plump mounds before giving it a spank, leaving it a red blush. He practically rips his pants open, his thick cock hard and leaking. He spits on his free hand, using it to prepare you. 

“I’m gonna go in okay?” he said in a whimpering tone. You nod, your cheeks warm. He spits again to lube his cock before feeling the pressure on your hole. It was sharp for a bit, the pressure easing as he flushed himself in, the base of his cock hitting your ass. He stops for a second, relishing the heat from your body. “So tight—”

You grunted when he pulled out, only to thrust back in. He began to fuck you at a languid pace, the sensation soothing the tingly feeling Pietro got from the drug. He tried to go slower, to make sure you won’t get hurt but he couldn’t. As you tried to move your hips at the same beat of his body he started to—vibrate. 

You let out a gasp, you thought of the toy you had at home, the one you use thinking about him, but the speed and intensity could not rival him. Pietro let out a series of cusses in Sokovian, it sounded like he was pleading to a god. Your knees turned wobbly from his thrusts, his body vibrating at a pace that made your eyes roll back, your own sex hard and leaking in your trousers. 

“Pietro—fuck,” you moaned.

“I can’t control it, you’re too warm,” his words shaking. “And good,” He let go of your hands, shifting to your waist, he gripped so hard you knew it would bruise. He moved quicker, like a piledriver into you, it stung but the pleasure of hitting your prostate compensated. 

When gripping onto your waist wasn’t enough, he wrapped his arms around your body hugging you, and began to thrust into you harder, his silver hair plastered on his forehead wet. Your body tried to keep you up but your legs betrayed you. You fell down, his cock pulling out. “I can’t stand.”

He pulls you to the table nearby, propping you with your legs on his shoulders. He lines himself back into your hole driving back into his thrusts. The vibrating began again, shaking the table as he gripped it on its edge. You let out desperate cries, he tried to soothe you by kissing your lips, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. “I’m close—” he cried out.

You nodded, the constant stimulation to your prostate was going to make you cum untouched. His thrusts became erratic, still a vibrating mess. Pietro stood up and you marveled at the glistening sight, his abdomen contracting and relaxing on each thrust, his head pulled back and his lids closed. 

And then the climax hit, cum shooting inside you in thick, your own release spewing on your belly. The vibration slows, Pietro a panting mess for once, a side of him you’ve never seen. He places a peck on your lips and mouths praises. 

“So about that date?”

[noonecares915]

What did Chappell Roan say about serving exactly what you are?

[nerdbrazil]

[local-crying-boy]

Since you asked for Pietro requests (love him too 😍) and I have a cold that’s really kicking my ass 🤧, how about something where Pietro takes care of the reader when she’s sick? It can be a fic or headcanons, whichever you think works. Take care. 👋

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𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕?

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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊��𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚇 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 635

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You were an, insanely, good agent. You were one of the top ranking agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. and you had been the best during your training. However, what turned out to be your one weakness?

A cold.

A simply thing such as a cold was enough to take you out of commission: no training, no missions. Instead, you were confined to your bed with a blocked nose and stinging eyes.

Your body was aching in places that you didn’t even know you used, sickness often overcame you when you moved too, eyes burning when you opened them. It felt like you were dying, or something.

“Dragâ…?” You heard from the other side of your bedroom door, a gentle knock against the wood of the door. “Can I come in?”

You let out a faint groan, it wasn’t necessarily a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, just a simple sign to show that you were awake. Shortly after, you heard the faint click of the door as it opened, footsteps nearing your bed You would turn around, but you didn’t want to hurt all over again, so you remain in your spot.

“I brought you some soup.” Pietro said with a small smile, though you couldn’t see it, you could’ve sworn you heard it in his voice.

In a groggy, hoarse voice, you replied, “isn’t that stereotypical?”

The speedster let out a laugh, shaking his head as you heard the bowl being set onto your bedside table, then as you felt the mattress grow heavier on the side when Pietro sat down. “It does help.”

You let out a little scoff, shaking your head. “It’s a myth.”

“Dragâ, it’s really not.” He chuckled out, rolling his eyes at you. “My mother used to do it for me and Wanda when we were small.”

You huffed quietly, rolling around to face Pietro with a groan. “Fine, fine.”

Now that you were face to face with Pietro, he could see how bad you actually did look. Despite the lights being turned off and your curtains being drawn, with the little light coming from the hallway, he could see how pale your face looked and the deep bags under your eyes.

His colder hand cupped the side of your face for a moment, thumb brushing against your cheek. "Haven't been sleeping well?"

You shook your head, sighing quietly. "I keep having to get up to get tissues, then every time I get comfortable, I can't get tired because I can't breathe properly."

"Haven't you been taking tablets though?" He questioned, his face contorting into a confused one. "Aren't they meant to help reduce the symptoms."

"I need to be sedated." You grumbled under your breath, huffing afterwards.

Your statement only caused Pietro to let out a laugh, rolling his eyes at your as he shook his head. "Well, I can't give you that, but you can make the soup that I've lovingly made for you."

He helped you sit up, a hand on your back. Though, you would’ve easily been able to sit up, Pietro just didn’t acknowledge it. He reached for the bowl of soup once you were sat up against the headboard, placing it on your lap so you could hold it.

“Do you need me to grab some more cold and flu tablets?” He asked, noticing that you didn’t have any on your bedside table. “Or paracetamol?”

You shook your head before taking a sip of the soup, it tasted nice and you were kind of grateful he made it for you. “Can you just stay for a bit?”

"Of course." He said without a moment's hesitation, as if he didn't even care about the possibility of getting sick, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

He climbed into bed with you, sitting up with his back against the headboard, ready to wrap his arms around you when you finished your soup so that he could cuddle you.

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[figaroswilson]

𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 ⇒ 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘦𝘹𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳!𝘰𝘧𝘤

Prologue

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story summary: Kira Barnes, the younger adopted sister of Bucky Barnes, is forced out of the dark underworld of espionage and into the light of the new world of superheroes when her brother abandons her with the Avengers to go on the run. She is set in her ways and determined to find her brother until she meets Pietro Maximoff, someone who challenges her black-and-white view of the world.

story warnings: violence, swearing, blood, descriptions of abuse

chapter word count: 1912

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The soldier woke to an agonising pain.

Everything hurt. That wasn't too unusual. Aching in the shoulders from strain, the stabbing pain in the left leg that never quite went away, the stiffness in the hands from overuse. That was normal. What wasn't was the burning behind her eyelids, the dull throbbing of her head, and that sense of impending doom. The mission.

The soldier finally opened her eyes, rapidly blinking to adjust to the harsh beams of the fluorescent lights. The burning didn't stop. The stark white lights made the unfurnished room look clinical, in a way that sat uncomfortably in her stomach. The singular bed she was lying on, covered by a thin sheet, and that sharp, unnatural smell weren't helping either. Nothing around her was familiar. It all felt wrong. The mission.

Her comfort, post-mission, wasn't exactly top priority, but it still didn't make sense. That was exactly why she had been beaten awake so many times for a debrief afterwards. But there was no one here. Not even Jamie. The mission.

"Two targets. Level Six."

It had failed. She'd forgotten. Again.

Everything was collapsing when Jamie had left her. She couldn't remember a thing between then and now.

The targets. They must've taken her. The soldier started to panic. In the brief years that HYDRA had the Winter Soldiers, they were treated just as badly as when Department X had had them. But at least she knew what to expect. She knew nothing about the targets. Just what they looked like. And that they were powerful. They could do anything to her. And she was all alone. She had to get out.

The soldier surged up. Just to be thrown back down. Pain radiated from her torso. She looked down. Pulled off the sheet. Restraints. Tight around her middle, keeping her on the bed, with matching, but unactivated, cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She couldn't even swing her legs onto the floor. She scrambled to rip them off. Unnaturally tough. Like they were built for her, or someone stronger. Both thoughts were terrifying.

She pulled at them. They wouldn't budge. Dug her nails in. Trying to rip it apart from the seams. Something. Anything. Her fingers started to bleed. Nothing.

The blood made her fingers slip. She wiped them off on her clothes. Continued tugging at the restraints. Eyes watering as the burning worsened. Dull throbbing becoming sharp. Wrists aching from the weight.

They must know she's awake. They'll be here any second. There was nothing in the room to use as a weapon. But she had to try something. Had to get out. Or at least up. Try not to be at a complete disadvantage.

The soldier heard the footsteps then. She was out of time. Shit. One last tug at the restraints. Still nothing. They're getting closer. All she could do was stick to the three rules she had learnt very well in her time under Department X. Three sets of footsteps. One: shut up. Two: don't be a threat. Three: it'll end eventually. She curled up into herself, as much as she could, covered her head and turned to face the wall, eyes screwed shut.

The door banged open.

There was a long moment. And... nothing. Then, "Oh my God, Tony get those restraints off of her."

"Yeah, I'm trying. Hold on."

The restraints from around her middle retracted into the bed and she fully curled into a fetal position.

"I am so sorry. Are you okay?"

The soldier looked through the gap her arms made, in the direction the voice had come from. She saw three people standing in a doorway that had appeared in the wall on the opposite side of the room: a man with black hair who she'd never seen before, the blond man who was one of the targets from her last mission, and... the redheaded woman.

She pushed down the overwhelming feeling of familiarity and looked behind them. The opening was small and the trio stood in a practised way that meant it was near impossible to escape through, especially in her weakened state. Fuck. She was stuck here.

Sensing her uncertainty, the blond man slowly stepped forward and crouched down to eye level, peering through the gap in her arms. He smiled at her in a reassuring way, trying to make himself seem as unthreatening as possible. "Hi," he tried. "I'm really sorry about that. I hope you're not hurt."

He was met with silence, the only sound coming from the other man typing furiously on a device he held. The redheaded woman continued to watch the soldier with a strange expression. Who was she?

"You must be scared," he continued. "You have no reason to trust us, but I promise we mean no harm." More silence. "My name is Steve and these are my friends: Tony and Natasha," he tried, pointing to the man and woman in turn. "What's your name?"

"Name?" she blurted out, confused. Shit. Rule one wouldn't work for much longer, she reasoned, so it wasn't terrible that she had just, technically, broken it. Time for rule two: don't be a threat.

The soldier slowly lowered her arms and sat up. "I-" she paused and cleared her throat, voice cracking from underuse. "I don't have a name," she replied.

Steve's face fell, though she could tell he was trying not to show it. Strange. "Well, what would you like us to call you then?"

"I don't know." She couldn't figure out how else to respond to that. The soldier was never given a choice. And she definitely wasn't allowed to have a name.

But, she figured, they hadn't hurt her yet. In fact, they had actually been kind. Maybe her 'captors' weren't just another organisation she'd been passed to, to aid in hurting others. Maybe they weren't her captors at all. Maybe, for the first time in a while, she was free.

She whispered like it was a secret, "Kira. My name is Kira." She couldn't remember where she had gotten it from, but it felt right.

"Ok, Kira," Steve smiled. "Do you know why you're here?"

"I don't know."

"What do you know?" Tony, mumbled to himself, not expecting her to hear.

Kira heard perfectly, though. "My brother. Jamie," she answered earnestly.

The redheaded woman, Natasha, looked up then, so fast it almost looked like she had given herself whiplash. Now she fully had Kira's attention.

"Your brother, Jamie? As in James? James Barnes? About my height? Brown hair... metal arm?"

But Kira wasn't listening. She was staring directly at Natasha, this time with a look of recognition on her face. "I remember you."

"You probably recognise me from your last 'mission'," Natasha suggested, deflecting but staring right back at her.

Quietly but surely, she replied, "No. From before."

"We've never met, Kira."

"Nye vri mnye, Natalia." Don't lie to me.

The room suddenly went very quiet.

"Can you give me a minute?"

"But-"

"She's feeling better now, isn't she?" Natasha cut back in. "She can answer your questions and do your checkups later. Give me a minute."

With some quiet complaints, the two men left the room, the door sliding, quietly this time, into place like it had never been there, leaving them alone.

Natasha slowly lowered herself to sit on the bed next to Kira. "You remember?"

"Surprising, right?" she joked, humourlessly.

"How much do you remember?"

"Some," Kira replied shakily. She took a breath, steadying herself. "Enough," she amended. "I remembered quicker this time. I'll remember more."

Natasha sighed. "Kira-"

"You know he left me," she interrupted, no longer looking at her, but off into the distance instead.

Natasha was quiet for a second, taken aback. "What?"

Kira let it all out then. "He just walked off. I was bleeding out on the bank of that river. Next to your unconscious Steve. And he ignored me. Didn't even turn back once. No matter how many times I screamed at him to come back. I even tried dragging myself over to him. He just... left me." She turned back to Natasha and added, venom laced in her words, "With you."

Natasha tried not to let it show on her face just how much that hurt her. "Yeah, he did," she replied simply. Kira looked dejected. "That doesn't mean he hates you, though. You know he's not like that. What you've both been through..." she trailed off. "It probably means the opposite. He didn't just leave you with anyone. He left you with us. The same reason he saved Steve. He trusts us, even if he's not ready to face that right now."

Kira was quiet as she thought this over.

"And, don't tell anyone about this yet, but we've been looking for him. There might be a bigger reason why James left without you."

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"How is she?" Tony asked.

"Okay. Her head started hurting. She's resting now."

"What was that in there?" Steve asked. "What did she mean about 'remembering you from before'?"

"Guess you're about to find out. Right on time, Sam. Hope the file wasn't too hard to find," Nat called out as he walked into the room.

"The information you sent me was triple encrypted. And in Russian. You little shit."

Nat just laughed in response.

"What's this?" Tony asked.

"The file on the 'Second Winter Soldier'. Part of the Winter Soldier project, run by a 'Department X'. Connected to the Black Widow program. Turns out Bucky wasn't the only one," he explained, handing it off to Tony.

"Huh, guess that's how she recognised you, Nat," Tony commented as he took the file.

"And... you might wanna sit down when you read through it. It's... heavy."

Steve shot Nat a funny look that meant 'We are talking about this later', as soon as Tony was distracted by the file. He opened it up to the first page where an old picture of Kira sat.

The girl in the photo was a couple of years younger than the Kira they knew - maybe a teenager. Her wavy black hair was choppily cut just below her chin. Someone out of frame was holding her head in place for the picture. Her brown eyes looked dead and her brown skin sullen. The old scars they had just seen on her face, were fresh in the photo.

"Don't have to wonder about where all those scars came from then," Tony said solemnly. "Guess I just have to be thankful she's somewhere safer now."

"Yeah," Steve replied, frowning. "Safer being... in one of the handful of cells you have, ready and waiting, in the basement of the tower, each strong enough to hold a supersoldier, right?"

"Don't take it personally Cap. There are cells in there strong enough to hold me too," Tony dodged.

"That can't have been much of a feat."

"Ha ha. Very funny, Nat," Tony deadpanned. Then added in a mumble, "I meant with the suit on."

Sam interrupted before they could continue to argue. "Look, it's not that important now. You guys have a much bigger problem to deal with... and by that I mean the assassin trained from birth currently in your basement. You should probably start with the fact that she definitely doesn't have a social security number."

"Great, another job for me to do."

"Tony," Steve warned.

"No, no. You're right. It's super simple and I totally shouldn't complain. We just need to draw up every single document a person needs to exist in this country, for a world-class assassin, and then keep her alive long enough to appreciate it. How hard could it possibly be?" he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Steve just sighed.

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[florida3exclamationpoints]

My Husband Ralph™

[hadesisqueer]

Rewatched Age of Ultron with my sister and to this day I still think that if they hadn't killed Pietro off and had allowed him to train to reach his full potential (he was a noob in that movie) like Wanda eventually did, Infinity War would've ended much differently because between put this guy and Wanda together in Wakanda and I'm sorry but Thanos wouldn't have won lmao.

Also hoping Tommy doesn't get that Quicksilver treatment in the future tbh. Let him reach his full potential. Let him be cool. Let him blow things up. He can blow things up in the comics. Let him.

[hurtspideyparker]

Part 3 of if Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lived together

Part 1 Part 2

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Mission debrief:

Thor: Don't feel bad Banner, I mean is there anyone at this table who hasn't killed somebody?

Peter: *slowly raises hand*

Natasha: Don't worry you're still young

Peter: 😟

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Steve: Has anyone seen my shield?

Clint: *points outside*

*Peter, Thor, and Bucky playing frisbee with it*

Steve: I guess I'm not saving those orphans today :/

-

Clint: Tony I said seedless watermelon, are you trying to kill me?

Tony: You're a big boy, you aren't gonna choke

Clint: No but it might... grow

Tony: Oh please don't tell me you still think watermelon seeds grow inside your stomach if you swallow them

Clint:

Pietro: Bro got a licence to kill but still has a Jack and the Beanstock level of education

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2:34 am

Tony: *leaving Steve's bedroom*

Sam: *leaving Bucky's bedroom*

Tony:

Sam:

Tony: Let's never speak of this?

Sam: Yep.

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Steve: Tony, you're the smartest person I know. You understand anything you set out to study, your passion is remarkable, innovation beyond anyone on the planet, and an incredible memory

Tony: Thank you thank you

Steve: So why do you STILL NOT CLOSE THE KITCHEN CABINETS

Tony: Uh

Steve: SOME OF US ARE TALL TONY. SOME OF US HAVE BRUISES ON THEIR FOREHEADS BECAUSE OF THIS NEGLIGENCE

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Tony: Goodnight kid *tucks Peter into bed and kisses his forehead*

*Clint, Vision, Thor, and Dum-E waiting outside the room*

Tony: Oh come on. All of you?

*nodding*

Tony: Vision you don't even sleep. Dum-E I am not kissing you again you gave me chemical burns last time

Dum-E: *lowers head and whirs sadly*

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Bucky: Don't sit so close to me

Sam: Why, cause I'm black 🤨

Bucky: No because you smell like ass sweat

Sam:

Sam: Why, cause I'm bl-

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During training:

Natasha: *flips Steve and slams him onto his back*

Peter: Woah! I wanna know how to do that

Natasha: *flips Peter and slams him onto his back*

Natasha: Seems like you already know how

-

Tony: Okay Merida, you and me, darts for a hundred bucks. My suit vs. your freak self

Clint: I'll take that bet

*7 minutes later*

Tony: I have advanced AI targetting technology. SUPER. SUIT. How did I lose?!

Clint: It can do a lot of things Tony but at the end of the day it can't super suck this di-

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Bucky: Sam's in medical so I'll do the mission debrief with you

Natasha: That was fast, I thought you'd still be coddling your boyfriend the rest of the day

Bucky: What. How do you know about us.

Natasha: I don't, it was a joke...

Bucky:

Natasha:

Bucky: Damn you really are good at interrogation

-

Bruce: I've taken up puzzles as a hobby. It's actually really relaxing

*Box is missing the last piece*

Bruce: *sighs, erases the 61 under the 'Days Without Hulk Incident' sign*

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Natasha: Kings

Bucky: Go fish. Sevens?

Natasha: Nada. Fives?

Bucky: Shit. Here

Sam: I thought y'all were playing poker, are you for real playing Go Fish?

Natasha: Our pockets got cleaned out so we quit. The poker game is over by Steve

Peter: HAHA SUCK IT OLD MAN, AMERICA JUST WENT BANKRUPT *pulls giant pile of animal crackers to himself*

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Steve: Do you want to play catch?

Wanda: What?

Steve: Um. Do you want to watch Hannah Montana?

Wanda: I don't even know what you're talking about

Steve: Maybe I could show you how to brush your teeth?

Wanda: Steve you're really scaring me

Steve: The article said to do it together! *shows phone*

Wanda: Are you getting parenting advice from wikihow? Did you even read it or were you just skimming the pictures

Steve: ...Well why'd they put toothbrushing in the photo if it wasn't a good bonding activity?

-

Sam: Why are your titties so bouncy man. Is it to deflect bullets?

Steve: What did you just say about my chest...

Sam: Hey I call em as I see em, and they're staring right at me.

-

Peter: Yo Mr. Stark wanna see a backflip?

Peter: Oh Cap come see my front handsprings

Peter: Natasha watch this aerial cartwheel!

Tony: Why did you tell him you were in the circus. Now that the idea's in his head all he does is jump around and cause noise complaints from downstairs

Clint: C'mon it's cute! He's talented

Bucky: I'm gonna tell him it doesn't count because he has superpowers and that he's a cheat

Tony: But that'll ruin his confidence

Bucky: God I hope so