#Rhodey would be crying

[denebolablack]

LOOK AT HIS BAMBI EYES I CAN'T, I'M CRYING 😭😭😭😭

[thewidowsledger]

Mistake

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Pairings: Professor!Natasha Romanoff x College Student!Female Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18 smut, ANGST, vile, mean, obsessive, hurt and dark Natasha, Natasha has a penis, top!Natasha, bottom!reader, hate fuck, crying but def not dacryphilia, kind of dubcon, noncon breeding

Author's Note: This is by far the darkest fic that was requested to me…I might be overreacting but I just a baby. I don't know how Latin honors works from others so I just referenced it to mine. Plot is kind of inspired with the song Teacher's Pet but it's the other way around. Request

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"What happened to us?" She asked again. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that you know yourself wouldn't be willing to give.

Because you just want to forget it, forget it all—forget her.

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"Isn't Y/N your rival since like 8th grade? You always hated the girl man! How come you're confessing your feelings to her on our graduation day?!" Rhodey groaned while rubbing his entire face as he talked to his best friend who just told his deep shocking secret.

"That's when I started loving her too." Tony simply replied.

You and Tony were actually schoolmates since grade school. And you have always been a top performing student ever since, while Tony only got to show his skills and intelligence not until high school—late bloomer as they say.

Who would imagine that the shy weird kid back in grade school would turn into a big massive fuckboy slash science freak in high school until college?

"So what's the plan, man?" Rhodey can only ask. He and Tony have been side by side since forever so there is no way he will not support him in getting to you. "Tony, as much as I want to support you in this…thing. You know your reputation. First, you are Y/N's acads rival, as long as there are numbers and letters and numbers and letters mixed together you are enemies and everybody knows that. Second, you have a reputation of sleeping with so many women. You know you didn't have your name cleared about the sleep night with the entire cheerleading team two years ago, in fact you didn't want your name cleared because you liked having that reputation."

"That was two years ago, I'm different now, at least I am trying too."

"I can't believe this. But honestly, I'd hit that." Rhodey smirked, showing your beach photo wearing a maxi skirt, a crochet top and the black glasses you always wore.

"Okay, enough of that! That's…that girl is mine, man. Please bro code." He snatched his friends' phone away from him and turned it off. Tony doesn't need to look at your photos anymore since he had memorized each photo of yours because he had been checking on your Instagram for at least twice a day.

"I was just joking! Of course I wouldn't." Rhodey chased his phone and was able to get it before Tony put it in his pocket. "So what's the plan? How will you…you know?" He shrugged while looking intently at his friend.

"Don't worry, I'm never running out of plans and pick up lines." He let out a laugh while also flexing his biceps

"Hey, hey! Friendly advice man? Just cut with your bad pick up lines and be a man. You just told me she's the girl you want to marry and she looks like the type who wouldn't fall for jokes or pick up lines. This isn't any rom coms, if you want her to fall in love with you, compliment and admire her mind—her intelligence."

"O…kay…where did that come from? That was a good one, Rhodey. I never thought I would hear that from you." Tony tried not to laugh his ass off, but the words of wisdom his friend just told him was something he needed.

Rhodey just shrugged, a genuine smile on his face showing as he looked at his friend. "I've always had it in me, Tony. It's just you never asked for some advice. Besides, you're different and so am I. And now, seeing you genuinely in love with this girl? I just know you need some unsolicited advice from mister lover boy right here."

"Hey, I'm a mister lover boy too." Tony pouted.

"You can be. But first, we have 8 minutes to get to Mr. Coulson's class."

The two sprinted out of the cafeteria, not even noticing Professor Romanoff sitting in the corner, her nails grazing hard against her own coffee mug.

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"You're not gonna run for Latin?" You asked Tony, you were frustrated, you expected him to be your rival up until the end but when you knew you were the only one who filed for latin honors in your class, you were infuriated. You should be thankful, really, because you have no more competition but…

"I had 2.75 in molecular dynamics in 3rd year, if you didn't know. So basically, I'm not eligible to run for latin since then." You huffed at his reply, you don't know if it's out of disbelief or relief because he had that grade that made him not qualified for latin anymore.

"Did you purposely fail that class?" You asked him suspiciously. "Because I don't want to have this honor if you just basically gave it away. Like what you did in our elemag quiz bee during 10th grade, you said I only won because you basically let me, because you were just forced to join."

Tony pinched his nose, trying to hold a giggle. You are so cute, he thought to himself. Always so competitive and he loved every bit of it.

"I sucked at the subject, I promise, princess." He replied sincerely, not teasingly and provoking like he always was when he talks to you. Like when he tells you to calm yourself down before you internalize everything you had reviewed for a quiz bee, because it's just him you're gonna have to contend in some stupid quizzes.

You hated the man, but he's like a part of your system. You wouldn't function without him infuriating you—without him always competing with you.

"So…congratulations, summa cum laude." You were shocked at his words and genuineness but you didn't let him notice. For once, he didn't annoy you—for once—he's not your rival.

Before Tony could hand you the bouquet of tulips he was holding, a student suddenly rushed up to you.

"Hey, Y/N," the student said, her cheeks blushing as her eyes darted between you and Tony. "Professor Romanoff is asking for you in her office."

Hiding the tulips behind his back, Tony feigned nonchalance while you fought back your irritation. You couldn't believe it—even after all this time, he still had an effect on the women in your school. Unknown to you, the student had glimpsed the flowers he was secretly holding in his hands where she thought were for you.

"R-right now?" You stammered and the student nodded before bidding goodbye to the both of you.

"Are you alright?" Tony asked, noticing you turned pale.

As Tony asked you if you were okay, you found yourself blurting out, "Can you come with me?" You immediately regretted your words, silently cursing yourself for asking for help from the one person you loathed the most.

Despite the tension between the two of you, Tony agreed to accompany you to Professor Romanoff's office. As you walked, he fidgeted awkwardly, still holding the bouquet of flowers behind his back. Whenever you stole a glance in his direction, he'd turn away, so you wouldn't notice the bouquet peeking behind him.

The walk was filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither of you uttering a single word until you reached the professor's office.

Tony was about to reach for the door handle to Professor Romanoff's office, you quickly stopped him, passing him your bag. He shot you a questioning look, his eyes filled with concern as he asked, "Are you okay?"

You just gave him a small nod. He took your bag without protest and offered a reassuring nod in return.

"I'll wait for you here," he said, awkwardly holding your tote bag and wiggling his fingers as you go inside. His other arm was tired from having to hold the bouquet behind his back.

He could give it to you after, he thought.

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You closed the door, but you deliberately left it unlocked. After a moment, Professor Romanoff emerged from the bathroom, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

"Professor." You said, your head bowed in submission. Despite your fear and trepidation, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze, keeping your eyes on your shoes as you struggled to maintain your composure.

She walked towards you, your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead. Your lips trembled, and your shoulders tensed up as if preparing yourself for the worst. Your shoulders grazed onto each other as she locked the door behind you, trapping you inside with her.

"Is the pictorial done for graduation?" She asked, it came out soft but cold.

You took a deep breath, gathering what little ounce of courage you had left and managed to stammer out, "Yes."

Professor Romanoff's eyes traveled down your body, scrutinizing your outfit. You were wearing a skirt that teetered on the edge of being too short, paired with a fitted white top and a cardigan. You fidgeted under her intense scrutiny, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her stare.

"May I ask why I was being called, professor?" You asked, you bit your lip after for trembling too much.

"You're the only candidate for the Latin honors in our program. I talked to Professor Coulson and others in the faculty, and all of them said that your position is already secured for it not to drop below a 2," she stated. "Many professors are rooting for you to deliver your speech in 5 months."

And you? You desperately want to ask but you hold yourself back, keeping the question locked inside your mind. You wanted to speak less to her as much as possible, so you just nodded.

The room was filled with silence for several minutes, and you just stood there while she was still sitting in her office chair.

"I missed you."

Your heart literally dropped. The last time you had heard those words from her was two years ago, when you both had been caught up in a dirty secret affair.

"Didn't you miss me too? Detka? " You begged in your mind for her to not to call you those russian pet names again, well, it's one of your weaknesses still after so long.

You shook your head side to side in denial and screwed your eyes shut, as if trying to block out the words and the memories they stirred up. The mere thought of admitting to missing her was too much for you to handle—because you did, you missed her so much and you hated yourself for it. So every time your heart flutters when you see her along the hallways, you move to a different direction just to avoid her or if your mind starts to think about her, you immerse yourself in studying which most of the time failed to work.

You tried to be strong and you think you're doing good at it. You told yourself as long as you're not going to be alone with her again, you'd be fine.

And you are definitely not fine right now...

"After you came back from your immersion program, you didn't talk to me anymore..." Her voice was dark and tinged with hurt that had festered over the time you had spent away.

"What happened to us?" She asked again. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that you know yourself wouldn't be willing to give.

Because you just want to forget it, forget it all—forget her.

Her words echoed in the air, a single tear slipped down your cheek, your breath growing more labored with each passing second. You couldn't bring yourself to answer her, your throat tight and your body trembling.

"Did you even lo—"

You didn't let her finish, you don't want her to ask you that question because you're afraid about the answer that you had kept hidden, locked in the deep, dark corner of your heart. "What I felt for you was…genuine."

What a nice way to put it.

"Genuine?" She huffed, she could take that one for now, Natasha thought. "If it's genuine then why am I a secret?"

"It was a mistake!" You rushed out before you could even blink. What would people think if they knew? That the top student in the university only got her achievements because she was basically a professor's cock sleeve?

"Nat—Professor…what���what happened before was a mistake. I told you that, right? And you know it too! We talked about it after I went to my immersion, that we'll stop. God, please, you know how wrong it was!" You cried desperately, it's not loud but it's enough for her to hear.

"Mistake?" she snapped and you can see the hurt in her eyes. "The bar, yes. That could be a mistake."

You cleared your throat awkwardly, memories of that night suddenly flooding your mind. The way the two of you danced, the way she laughed, how her lips tasted like whiskey...and then, the realization that hit you both when you're both sobered up. That was the night you slept with her, so much for being drunk you didn't realize it was your professor—the professor you had a crush on.

"What about here?" She pointed to her desk, where she had pounded you for dear life after class because you had joked to her that if you get a perfect quiz then you'll have a reward from her—and you did, she had made you cum twice for the recitation and quiz she had prepared for class, specifically for you. "And there?" You looked towards her sofa, where a lot of things happened between you two. You sucking her when she gets so frustrated during a meeting, riding her if she's too tired from paperworks—all the dirtiest kinks were done on that sofa. Even the softest ones where you both cuddled up after you didn't win the regional college quiz bowl or when you straddled her while teaching her how to tie a necktie.

"Motels, my car, my apartment, here again in my office during prom where you begged me to fuck your ass while wearing your prom queen crown." Her voice grew darker, matching the intense memories playing out in her mind. "Tell me baby, were those a mistake too? It would really hurt my feelings if you said yes."

You sobbed, shaking your head side by side, trying to dispel the memories and she can see the fear and denial in your eyes. You can just walk right now and end this torturous reminiscing. But you felt trapped in place, trapped in those memories, and she was too—she was trapped in the need to make you remember…

"Please, stop." You hiccup, trying to hold back a sob. You continue to shake your head over and over.

"You can't just go around, fuck me up and then say that's it's just a mistake afterwards." She spat, standing to walk towards you.

She loomed over you, her tall frame casting a shadow, making you feel small and vulnerable. She could see you shaking, hear your ragged breathing and it only fueled her frustration.

"Bent over my desk with that perfect little ass in the air, waiting..." She moved closer, her hand reaching out to trace your collarbone.

She watched you scramble to your feet, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as you approached her desk. She followed close behind, her heels clicking on the floor. When you reached the desk, she pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, bending you over it.

As she bent you over, you let out a soft moan, your face pressed against the cool surface of the desk. She could see your body relax, falling into the familiar position. Her hand slowly inched up your skirt, feeling the soft fabric bunch under her fingers. "You still remember, don't you?"

She stepped closer, pressing her length against your backside, feeling the thin barrier of her pants between you two. You found yourself grinding back against her feeling she was growing harder.

"Fuck you're still such a slut for my cock." She smirked as she gripped your waist. "Is it still a mistake? Huh? Slut? You grinding your slutty pussy back against my cock?"

You shook your head side by side, biting your lip to contain your moans.

"I need you to say it, slut." She spat.

"N-no, it's…it's not a mistake, professor." You said in a shaky tone.

Without warning, she reached down and unzipped her pants, pulling out her thick, hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly behind your back, the tip rubbing against your ass through your panties. "Fuck, I've missed this," she pressed the head of her cock against your ass, rubbing it against your panties. "Gonna fuck this tight little pussy again, just like old times."

She pushed aside your panties, revealing your vulnerable entrance, "Missed how perfectly you take me..." In one smooth motion, she thrust forward, burying herself deep inside you.

"N-nat!" Your back arched even further as you cried out a breath.

"I missed you calling me by my name." She said in a ragged breath, "I want you to shout it so Stark can hear it behind those doors." Her other hand reached around to grab your hair, tangling it in her fist as she pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back further and to look at the door of her office where Tony was waiting. You didn't know how she knew Tony was waiting outside for you.

Your voice only seemed to spur her on. She began pounding into you, the rhythm steady and intense. She pulled out slightly, just the tip still inside you, before slamming back in with renewed ferocity. "You made me struggle, everyday, seeing you walk around in those fucking skimpy clothes...and letting anyone touch you, but not me." Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust. "I didn't reach you because I respect you so much, love you so fucking much. And I know you will run back to me eventually…"

"But you didn't…fuck, you didn't come back to me. Am I…am I that easy? Y/N?" She asked with so much vulnerability and hate. "Do you know how hard it is to watch you go on for a day without me? When I couldn't?"

You felt some hot liquid dripping down onto your bare back, your clothes being bunched up…are those tears? You are too dumbed down to think but you noticed how Natasha held back a sob, covering up trying to sound cold and resentful towards you.

"Natasha…" you called out to her, you wanted to hold her against you but she snapped forward continuously and sloppily, hitting a spot inside you that made you whimper. "F-fuck!" You cried, it was loud and that made you cover up your own mouth.

Her climax hit and she buried herself to the hilt inside you, holding perfectly still as she rode out her orgasm. Waves of her hot cum filled your pussy, coating your insides, but she didn't say a word, she didn't tell you or even warn you. She just stayed frozen, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

She gazed down, biting her trembling lip as she observed her cock, slick with both your arousal and her release, still buried deep inside you. A shudder ran through her as she felt the last drops of cum seep out on the tip of her shaft. Slowly pulling out, she couldn't help but moan softly at the erotic sight of her thick cum slowly oozing out of your well-used pussy. You innocently wiggle your ass as you move and it only intensified the lewd display.

You stood all by yourself and she calmly situated herself back into her leather office chair, cleaning herself up, refusing to look at your trembling form.

"N-nat?" You called, a tear running down your cheeks. You saw her reddened eyes and flushed cheeks—you were right—she was crying, but so are you. You slowly backed away, frantically tugging at your disheveled clothes, you could feel her cum still dripping slowly into your panties.

"Nat? Can we talk?" You tried again, you didn't like the feeling of this. You felt used.

"You can go now." She said flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

You walked towards the door, desperation etched on your face, hoping for some kind word, any sign of affection. You hated yourself for expecting some that you wanted to slap yourself. You frantically swiped at your wet cheeks, trying your best not to break down in front of her. But no matter how hard you rubbed, more tears spilled out. You couldn't catch a break, each blink bringing forth a new wave of salty drops.

And her? She just sat there, staring at her computer screen, her expression cold and heartless as if nothing happened.

She has done her plan for you anyways. So there is nothing to talk about anymore, the last thing on her list is you running back to her.

As you rushed your way out, you saw your bag on the chair with a bouquet of flowers. "Hey, Y/N. This is for you, I had to leave for the chess team. I really hate doing this but I'd like you to be my date on senior night. —T.S."

You could only huff, your brows pinching together to hold the tears that are threatening to fall again. But you weren't able to help it, you ended up having a break down outside her office, with the flowers on your arm and the evidence of what she did to you still oozing inside of you.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, faculty, family, friends..." Your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves, but you steadied yourself, refusing to let the ghosts of the past dictate this moment. "We've worked tirelessly, overcome obstacles, and in some cases, experienced pain both personal and academic."

You glanced down at your notes, a faint smile playing on your lips as you continued. "I'd like to thank my family and friends for their unwavering support, my blockmates for turning sleepless nights into unforgettable memories, and lastly, I want to express my deepest gratitude to the professors who have molded us into the graduates we are today."

As you scanned the audience, your gaze landed on Professor Romanoff, who sat upright, her expression unreadable. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. With a deep breath, you concluded your speech. "Thank you, and congratulations to the class of 2025!"

The graduation ceremony drew to a close, and the air was filled with joyous cheers and the clicking of cameras. As you mingled with your fellow graduates, collecting well-wishes and hugs, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It seemed like everyone was drawn to you—your classmates, their families, even some of the professors. You were the center of attention, the summa cum laude, the valedictorian.

As you made your way through the crowd, congratulations ringing in your ears, a different sort of tension gripped you. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the whispers that began to rise around you. Your swelling stomach was becoming more prominent by the second, stretching the fabric of your gown. You caught a few raised eyebrows and exchanged looks of confusion among your peers, their eyes glued to you.

The whispers grew louder, more urgent, as realization dawned on everyone. The batch valedictorian delivered her speech with a baby bump that had been concealed beneath flowing gowns and baggy clothes all semester, but now...there was no hiding it. Exactly four months along, your secret was suddenly the most spoken topic at this joyous event.

Tony stood near enough to be seen by you, a bouquet of roses hiding behind his back. He had been about to confess his feelings, to tell you that your intellect and beauty had captivated him all these years you had been rivals. But now, as he noticed the unmistakable curve of your belly…you noticed how he stepped back. His perfectly prepared speech shattered in his mind.

He walked away from you as if he was disappointed in you. At the same time you could feel the shift in the atmosphere, not just from him but the disappointment radiating off the crowd like a physical force.

You tried to smile to those around you to mask the dam that is going to break soon, but you still held your chin up with the little courage and confidence you had left in you.

"Mama, I'll just talk to someone. I'll meet you in the car." Your mother has been very supportive of you, yes, she scolded you when she got the news that you were pregnant. She always looked up and expected more from you, but still, she accepted and took care of you.

With a deep breath, you marched down the corridor towards her office. There were no people around and that's when it suddenly hit you. Tears started rushing down your cheek as your heels clicked urgently against the polished floor even though your OB gyne told you to stop wearing elevated shoes, you wiped them away frantically because you don't want to face her feeling vulnerable like this. The determination etched on your face chased away any lingering doubts. You were going to face this head-on, consequences be damned.

As you pushed open the door, she glanced up from her desk, surprise momentarily flashing across her features before smoothing into a smirk.

She leaned back in her leather chair, folding her hands atop the polished wood. "Y/N, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

"Natasha…" you stepped forward, your hand traveling down your stomach. Your built up mask breaking, feeling vulnerable and exposed in front of her. You held back your tears, shaming yourself. "I have never been with anyone but you. I'm pregnant…I—I think you got me—"

She got your message, of course she did. Because this is exactly how she planned it to be, her claiming you in a way you didn't expect, you running back to her all vulnerable, and her turn saying…

"It was a mistake."

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Don’t Drink- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky comforts crying reader when Tony goes too far

Word count: 955

TW: discussions of alcoholism, self harm and neglectful family

Most of the night you had been lively, energetic and maybe even a little flirty with a certain brunette super soldier, but when that question came out of Tony’s mouth, in front of every one, you couldn’t help shrink into yourself.

You are by no means a shy person, I mean sometimes you can be closed off but you’re happy to talk to anyone, which is what you had been doing.

The typical Stark party was starting to wind down and you and your friends had found a couch and were happily talking. You sat sipping your lemonade, now Nat was no longer manning the bar, her amazing mocktails were off the menu. You were both listening and talking to your friends, and everything was going great. Until that damn question rung loud across your friends, and cutting you to the core.

“Well why doesn’t y/n drink?” Tony shouted drunkly, causing everyone to stop their conversations and stare between you and he.

The tension in the room suddenly became thick as some of your friends looked at you with worrying looks, and some glaring at Tony. You didn’t blame Tony, and if he’d just accepted the excuse you gave it would have been fine. He didn’t know about your dad or your family, only a few of the team did, but he didn’t have to push.

“I mean come on, it’s a party, we’re all drinking and having a good time, maybe a few drinks might loosen you up a bit. Maybe if you had a drink or two, you might even get lucky,” Tony winked at you.

This got people annoyed.

“Come on, Tony, that’s enough,” Steve said, both he and Rhodey trying to usher him away, while Natasha held your hand and Bucky looked at you with sweet eyes.

“Well why doesn’t she?” He shouted, refusing to leave and demanding an answer like a child.

This confrontation had flooded you with shame and embarrassment, but now as you stared into his stupid drunk eyes, all you felt was rage.

“Maybe because unlike you, I don’t want to turn into an asshole like my dad! Maybe because if I drink I might cut myself like my mum used to! Maybe I don’t drink because I don’t want to turn into a pathetic alcoholic like you or my shitty fucking dad!” You shouted back at the man, your skin hot, chest heaving and tears began to fill your eyes.

All humour had left Tony’s eyes at your confession and he hung his head in shame, while attempting a weak apology. Not wanting to hear it or hear the pity of your friends, you stormed off. It had been a lovely night, but of course, Tony had to ruin it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Natasha growled at Tony as your friends watched you storm away.

As Maria and Yelena came over to calm Nat, Bucky made his way for the door you left from.

It didn’t take long for him to find you, following the aching sounds of your crying. The sound of your upset hurt him, but as he saw you sitting on the corridor floor, his heart absolutely shattered.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky gently sighed as he bent down to be face to face with you.

Raising your head from your hands revealed a makeup stained face and blood shot eyes, the sight destroying Bucky even further.

Not wanting any pity from anyone, you tried to stand to leave, but Bucky was faster. He sat down on the floor and dragged you into his lap, holding you so you couldn’t leave and be alone with this feeling.

“I’m here, it’s okay,” he whispered sweetly against your hair, kissing your forehead as he gently rocked you in his arms.

With one hand on your thigh and the other around your arm, he held and rocked you until your heavy cries became light sniffles. Raising your head, you looked into his sweet blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, James, I-I shouldn’t have made such a scene like that,” you quietly apologised with a shaky and rough voice. You looked down to your lap in shame as you pull away from his chest.

The fact you thought you had to apologise for this cut Bucky to his very core, realising what not just HYDRA but your parents must have done to make you feel like such a burden.

“You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart,” he gently comforted as he tucked pieces of hair behind your ear and he wiped some of the makeup from your face.

“Tony is a dick, and shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m honestly glad you told him off, and crying is nothing to be ashamed of,” he continued to comfort.

Holding your cheek in his hand, he stared lovingly into your eyes as he slowly leaned down. Your lips met in a gentle and sweet kiss, one full of comfort, but not pity, full of love and honest feelings.

As the sweet kiss parted, you couldn’t help the light smile that graced your lips.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky whispered sweetly to you.

“Your girl?” You asked hopefully, your smile widen and light returning to your eyes.

“My girl,” Bucky confirmed, “my girl who never has to apologise for her feelings and who I will hold and listen to whenever she needs.”

“Your girl, my James,” you smiled up at him, your hands now resting on his chest.

Hearing you say that you were his and he was yours, filled Buckys heart with so much love, he thought he might explode. A large toothy smile graced his gorgeous face, as he pressed you against his strong chest in a sweet embrace.

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[angel-2408]

His obsession

Yandere Bruce banner x male reader

All the Avengers were currently in the common room chatting about anything or everything, pizza and drinks were also present.

It was one of the team relaxation day even pepper and agent hill were also present.

You were snuggling up on Bruce chest on the sofa clearly fallen asleep mid conversation.

Bruce has a protective arm around you while he chat with the others.

Suddenly agent hill ask "Say Bruce have you heard about your boyfriend fans?".

Bruce frown not knowing where this conversation was taking , he knew you were popular, a bit too popular for his liking " Why? is something wrong?".

Maria shrug her shoulder "no it's just he's really and i mean really famous even among the shield agents you know, it's kinda funny because with how strict the agent's should be sometime it slip off about how many people has a crush on him".

Pepper also join in "yes indeed even among the staff in stark Industries it's really kinda scary and funny how famous he is, men and women alike pretty much very one has a crush on him". She laugh.

Bruce frown " I know what people think of him that doesn't mean i like it you know ".

Tony rub in smirking "oh is our Bruce jealous dont worry Brucie he's all yours he's too kind and nice to even think about cheating".

Bruce roll his eyes at Tony " Shut it Tony I know he won't cheat but that doesn't mean it won't worry me and you know how he is, he's too kind for his own good".

Bruce squeeze your delicate waist gently. Thor chim "Why? Do you perhaps not trust your partner?".

Bruce flinch " What?! No! Of course I trust him it's not him that i don't trust it's those 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 around him that i don't trust".

Everyone was quite at Bruce word when rhodey started laughing "well seems like our residental doctor also know how to curse".

Everyone started laughing and Tony smirk " I mean Capsicle should seriously learn and loss some of his steam off".

Steve groan "your never letting that go aren't you stark".

Tony shrug acting innocent but his smirk betrayed his intention.

As everyone started to chat about other stuff Bruce look down at your sleeping form snuggling up to him he gently squeeze your waist liking how adorable you look sleeping on his arm.

Just as he had said it's not that Bruce doesn't trust you it's those people that he doesn't trust. He doesn't trust that you'll be safe around those snake who'll try to take you away from him.

Bruce doesn't know how his life would be if he hadn't met you , if you hadn't reciprocated his feeling.

Hulk was totally obsessed with you too and Bruce? Oh he is willing to use violence if it come to the point where he has to keep you all to himself.

But not on you though Bruce can never hurt you he loves you too much to see you in pain or do anything that can make you terrified of him, when it comes to you Bruce has a fragile heart.

Bruce heart will break if he ever see you be terrified or scared of him so because of that he tries not to show his possessive side too much and tries to be subtle about his obsession over you.

Bruce knew he wasn't a good person and he had never felt this way before. He wanted to hurt those who made you cry or those that tries to take you away from him.

Even in his past relation Bruce mind had never cross such thought but you oh how willing he was too hurt just to have you all to himself.

Bruce had never felt so love and cared for, you were like an angel which the heaven is so desperately trying to rescue from Bruce and Bruce was a devil or a monster that had lock the precious angel just for himself.

From the moment you agreed to be his lover you had become everything to Bruce, you had become the world to him.

Bruce wonder how you would react if you ever found out about his dark thought , will you hate him? Will you be scared of him? Will you try to escape him? He doesn't know and he's not willing to know.

He prefer how is it right now. How you don't know about his dark thought , how you don't know about his dark desire to lock you up away from everyone eyes only for him to see, only for him to touch, only for him to love.

[I know kinda sounds creepy but hey it's a yandere theme you know btw hope you enjoy this piece (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧]

[arlana-likes-to-write]

hello I loved your avengers letters so I’ve got an angsty request

avengers x dead!reader where it’s the morning after a mission where fem!reader died back at the compound and it’s just all of the avengers grieving maybe Yelena x reader too? But I’m fine with whatever

See You Again

Warning: mention of death, mention of injury, lots of grief, angst, thoughts of suicide, lots of guilt, drinking, self-sacrifice, character death, questionable happy ending?

Note: Thank you for the request. I wrote this faster than I thought I was going to but I loved the idea. Hope you enjoyed it.

Relationships: Avengers x reader (platonic), Yelena x reader

'An easy mission.’

‘A quick in and out.’

‘The base has been abandoned for months, years maybe.’ That was said during the debriefing about this mission. So Yelena believed it because they were the Avengers and their intel was never wrong. But they were wrong. The HYDRA base was active and the small team that consisted of you, Bruce, Vision, and Steve were overpowered. You were injured and Bruce provided medical assistance that kept you alive until they got back to the compound. But it was too late, your body was weak and you lost too much blood. The medical team did all they could but it wasn’t enough.

So Yelena sat by your side, staring at your still form, and watched the gauze that covered your chest turn red from your blood. The heart monitors stopped beating long ago and the blonde heard footsteps walk in. It was her sister. “Lena,” Natasha whispered, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “We should go so they can clean her up.”

“She’s just sleeping,” Yelena told herself. It was a horrible lie but maybe just maybe if she kept repeating it she’d believe it and it would be true. “Right, dorogoy (sweetheart)?” She whispered and stood up to cup your cheeks in her hands. Your skin was so cold. “She’s going to wake up,” your face began to blur as tears formed in her eyes. “Natasha, why isn’t she waking up?” It didn’t take much for Natasha to pull Yelena off your still form and into her arms, trying to shield her from the pain. Yelena sobbed into her sister’s shirt and let out a heartbreaking cry.

*

Wanda flinched when the sound of Yelena’s cries echoed inside her head. “What is it darling?” Vision asked, placing a hand on top of hers that was holding a mug. Another cry and Wanda dropped the mug in Vision’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” but she looked up into his eyes and saw sadness, it was rare that the android exhibited such raw emotion. “It’s Yelena,” she whispered but it was loud enough for the other Avengers to hear it. Steve got up suddenly and headed towards the gym. “She’s not doing well,” None of them were. The news of your death rocked the compound. You were a bright light that everyone gravitated towards. There wasn’t a time when your smile or laugh wouldn’t make them feel better. With you gone, the compound was mission some warmth. Maria sighed, grabbing a few bottles of liquor from the bar.

“Is Natasha with her?” Wanda nodded. The agent poured herself a drink. “Anyone wants some?” Tony and Rhodey raised their hands. “We’ll have to have a press conference tomorrow to announce it,” Maria said, bringing the full glasses to them. “The public loved her.”

“Shouldn’t we give it some time so we can grieve her?” Wanda asked. “It hasn’t even been 24 hours.” Maria closed her eyes and Wanda watched her clench her jaw.

“I’m not asking you all to be there, I’ll do it but I rather the news breaks with us instead of someone else.” Tony scuffed. “Do you have a problem, Stark?”

“You’re making her death sound artificial like you’re using her to gain public attention,” the billionaire said.

“So are you saying you rather have HYDRA or one of the many politicians that want to dismantle the Avengers to talk about her death?” Maria asked. “So they can list every crime she’s committed and make her look like the villain.” Wanda sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples as the two went back and forth, bringing Sam and Rhodey into the argument. This was not helping. This was not what you would want.

“Enough!” Wanda yelled, her eyes glowed red. “We are all grieving and upset but she wouldn’t want us to be at each other’s throats. So everyone go calm down.” The other Avengers left and it was just her and Vision. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Are you alright?” Vision asked. “I know you were close with her.” Wanda saw you as a younger sister even though you were the same age. Through all the darkness the world subjected you to, you remained a bright star. You found joy in the simplest things - a thunderstorm, finding a penny on the ground, and even when Tony and Steve bickered with one another. You helped her overcome her grief.

“Just sad,” she desperately wanted to curl into a ball and cry but she was holding it together. “How are you? It must have been hard to be there.” He frowned.

“I don’t know how to feel,” he admitted. “But I wish I could have done more to save her. Part of me wishes it was me and not her.” Wanda sighed, placing her hand on top of his.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she squeezed his hand. “You did everything you could.” He nodded.

“Does it ever go away? This feeling?” Wanda gave him a gentle smile.

“Grief,” she said. “It comes and goes in waves. Some days are better than others.”

“I’ve never experienced loss because I’ve never had a loved one to lose,” he explained. “But what is grief if not love preserving?”

*

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself, man,” Sam said to the super soldier. He gave Steve time when he left the common floor and headed off towards the gym but he was gone for far too long, the pile of sandbags against the wall was a clear sign of the man’s growing guilt.

“She was just a kid,” Steve grunted and another sandbag flew off the hook.

“She knew the risk.”

“So that makes it okay?” Steve questioned, turning to face him. Sam was the fire in his eyes and he held up his hands.

“Of course it doesn’t,” he said. “But we all know the risk when we go out there and she knew it better than anyone.” The team saved you from HYDRA, similar to the Maximoff twins they experimented on you to give you powers and use them to further their agenda. They gave you the ability to manipulate Earth, you were given the nickname the Avatar. But even with all the power you were granted, you were gone. “Talk to me man,” the blonde sighed and fell to the floor.

“I don’t understand how this happened,” he whispered. “Our intel is always good. How did we miss this?” Sam sighed and sat down next to him.

“Sometimes we get it wrong. We aren’t perfect and she knew that.”

“She trusted me to bring her home.”

“And she is home,” Sam whispered, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You brought her back to her family where she was loved and safe,” Sam was trying so hard to mask how much this was affecting him. Part of him was thankful he wasn’t assigned to this mission because Helen hadn’t cleared him. Seeing you would have broken him. But what if he was there? Could he have helped save you? “We can’t save everyone even when they are on our side.” Steve bit onto his hand to keep the sound of his tears at bay but his body shook.

“She was just a kid,” Steve repeated. Sam closed his eyes, feeling the burn of tears as the normal put-together captain was crumbling.

“Yeah,” he said. “She was but she was so loved.”

*

“Hey Big Green,” Tony said walking into the lab. Bruce was sitting on the small couch, still wearing the clothes from the mission. It was odd seeing the couch so empty. The billionaire would walk into his lap late at night, ready to spend the night alone but you would be there. A book in one hand and twirling some rocks in the air in the other. Sometimes Bruce would be sitting with you, your legs over his lap. You told him you found the lab calming. He almost laughed at you, no one found this place calming.

Tony frowned when Bruce didn’t respond, to loss in his thoughts as he stared at his hands. They were still tainted red with your blood. “Come on,” Tony said, sitting down next to him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

“There was so much blood,” he mumbled. Tony wasn’t sure if Bruce registered that he was there. “I tried to save her but she lost too much blood. I-” he finally looked at Tony, his eyes glossy with tears. “I’m so sorry but I tried to save her. You believe me, right?” His confession broke the walls Tony was desperately trying to hold up. The billionaire put his hand behind Bruce’s neck and squeezed it.

“I believe you,” Tony whispered. “I do.” It wasn’t enough to pull the doctor out of whatever thoughts his mind was creating. He kept mumbling, words Tony couldn’t understand and his breathing became erratic. “Bruce, I need you to breathe for me.” The last thing they needed was for him to Hulk out but he wasn’t listening. So he pulled his friend against his chest. “Copy me, okay? I need you to think of nothing except slowing down your breathing.”

It wasn’t the first time he’s had to help someone off the edge of a panic attack. You were prone to them and he got them as well. God, how the hell was the team going to recover from this? Every bruise and injury he endured never hurt this much. “Sorry,” Bruce finally said. He sounded more like himself. He used his forearm to wipe his forehead. “That was-”

“It’s okay,” Tony said. “These things happen. Today has been a lot.” The doctor nodded and the lab was quiet. Tony hated it when it was quiet, it made him uneasy. So you always found a way to fill it. Sighing, Bruce stood up and made his way to the sink to wash his hands. Tony followed him. “You know it’s not your fault. None of us blame you,” the water turned a slight pink. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do and kept her alive until you got back here.” Bruce sighed, drying off his hands.

“All I do is destroy and hurt,” he said, throwing the paper towel away. “What is the point of me being on the team if I can’t do one positive thing?”

“Bruce-”

“Just drop it, Tony. There are projects we should be focusing on,” he watched his friend walk over the to workbench. The billionaire sighed, glancing at the empty couch. He wished you were here. You were so much better at comforting others than him but you were gone.

*

“How much have you had of that?” Rhodey asked as he opened the door to the porch Maria was sitting on. An empty bottle of whiskey next to the intel they received about this mission.

“It was half empty when I started it,” she said going over the files again. What the hell did she miss? It was her job to make sure they had all the information the team needed to ensure a safe return.

“Hill,” Rhodey said, sitting in the empty chair next to her. “This wasn’t your fault. These things happen.” Maria shook her head.

“Not to me it doesn’t,” she said. “The team counts on me to keep all of you safe and I fucked up. I messed up and because of that we have to plan a funeral,” Maria clenched her jaw, forcing the tears away. She had no time to cry, to mourn, to feel anything when the people that were responsible for your death were still out there.

Maria found you so annoying when you first joined the team. It was like you didn’t come with an off switch. You had so much energy but soon Maria grew to enjoy it. She had to thank you for getting her and Natasha together. “It’s not all of you,” Rhodey said. She forgot he was there, she was so lost in her thoughts. “We all looked at the same information and saw nothing,” he was right but Maria couldn’t listen to reason. With a sigh, he stood up. “Come get me if you need anything.” It wasn’t long till Maria heard a new set of footsteps come up behind her and the arms of her girlfriend wrapped around her neck.

“Hi baby,” Maria whispered, putting her hand on Natasha’s arm. “Where’s Yelena?” The redhead sighed, placing her head in the crock of Maria’s neck.

“In her room,” she learned early on when the Black Widow’s emotions were out of control her Russian accent came out. It laced every word. “Need you.”

“You have me,” she carefully pushed her chair back to make room for Natasha. Without hesitation, the redhead climbed onto her lap and curled into her lap like a cat. She now noticed that she was wearing your long sleeve. She felt tears falling onto her shirt but she didn’t draw attention to it. Gently, she rubbed circles on her back. “I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” Maria squeezed her tight, fearing she could disappear right in front of her.

“It hurts,” Natasha mumbled. “So much.”

“I know it does. Just let it out. Don’t hold it in.” The Black Widow let out a heartbreaking sob that caused Maria to close her eyes and tears began to fall.

*

Yelena changed into one of your sweatshirts and sprayed some of your body spray onto it. It tricked her mind into thinking that you were still here, that your arms were wrapped around her. Your relationship with her was very one-sided, you were persistent in being her friend and breaking down every wall she learned to keep up. But there was a presence about you that was bright and healing. She was too weak to fight it so she let you in and you changed her life. The Red Room engraved in her head that she was incapable of love, that it was a weakness, for children. But you changed her view on it. Now she was lost.

She curled underneath the blanket in her room. She spent the majority of her time in yours, it was warmer. The walls were decorated with posters and artwork. Your bed was covered with stuffed animals. So Yelena was in her room so she wasn’t surrounded by you. Opening her laptop, she wanted to watch a movie as that was all the energy she had.

Before she pressed play an email popped up on her screen. Any other email she would have pushed it to the side or deleted it but the email was from you with a video attachment. It had to be a joke, right? Someone hacked into her email to send her this. But the press conference was tomorrow and no one on the team would do this. “Friday, what is this?” She asked the AI.

“In case of her passing, Miss. Y/n created something for you and the team. She instructed me to send it to you,” the AI explained. “I am sorry for your loss, Miss. Belova.” Of course, you would think this far in advance and make sure everyone was okay.

“Uh, can you have everyone meet me at the TV?” She asked the AI as she got out of bed. She made her way to the common area, unplugged the XBOX’s HDMI, and connected it to her laptop.

“What’s going on, Lena?” Natasha asked. Yelena looked at her sister, who was wearing one of your long sleeves. It belonged to the redhead but you claimed it as yours. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was leaning against Maria when they took their spot on the couch. The rest of the team trickled in. In Yelena’s professional opinion, they all looked like shit. She was wondering if any of them had smiled since the news broke you weren’t going to make it.

“Friday sent me something and I thought we could watch it,” it was rare that her voice was so soft. “Please,” she added on quickly. Wanda smiled.

“Yeah, of course we can,” Yelena thanked the Sokovian and made the video full screen. She grabbed the remote and sat next to her sister. Letting out a shaky breath, she pressed play.

The video began to count down similar to the way old Hollywood movies did. The screen was static and when it stopped, soft music began to play and the videos you took of them were edited together. It was one of the things Yelena found so annoying when she first met you, you recorded everything. At every press event, party, and downtime, your phone was out. In due time, Yelena learned to love it like she loved you. She never told you. You told her all the time, and the words easily fell from your lips. Every time, Yelena went to say it back, she froze. You assured her that you knew and would hold her tight. But she wanted you to hear it, now it was too late.

The video you created got the others to laugh and smile as you highlighted your favorite moments. You humanized them- showed them in a way the press never would or the public didn’t believe they could be. They were silly, goofy, and imperfect humans who made mistakes but you found a way to make them laugh. It was becoming too much for Yelena. Your voice, your laugh, your smile - it tugged at her heart. She almost turned it off but the video faded to black and then cut to you sitting on your bed. Legs crossed and a stuffed animal in your lap, it was one Thor got for you at a carnival. Yelena wasn’t sure how they were going to tell the God. But you smiled and moved the little bear’s paw to wave at the camera.

“I love you guys,” you said. “Thank you for an incredible life. We’ll see each other soon but not too soon.” You blew the camera a kiss and the video ended. Yelena wasn’t sure when she started crying but Natasha pulled her into a hug.

“I miss her so much,” the blonde whispered. How was she going to be okay when it hadn’t been a full day?

“I know you do,” Natasha said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

*

Vormir 2023

Yelena listened to her sister and Clint bicker behind her as she stared down the cliff. The soul stone was down there and if they wanted to bring everyone back they couldn’t leave without it. For 5 years, that was all she and Natasha wanted, to rewrite the past. All it would take was a soul for a soul. “You seem lost in thought,” the guardian appeared next to her. “Perhaps, I can provide some guidance.”

“Where will it take you?” She asked not looking away from the ground below. “Will he be stuck here or will we move on?”

“Who did you lose?” He asked instead. Yelena looked at the man, his head was tilted as he waited for her answer.

“Someone I never stopped loving and I’m ready to see again,” the man smiled with a nod.

“Then I think you know your answer,” she nodded and glanced at her sister but she hesitated. Was she ready to say goodbye? Yelena hated the Red Room for many reasons - they robbed her of her childhood, turned her into a weapon, and took every choice away from her but she got a sister. A sister that loved and protected her but she had a wife that would be waiting for her when their plan worked. And Clint, a brother she never expected to have. He had a family, 3 kids, a beautiful house, and a wife. What did Yelena have that was holding her to this world when the possibility of seeing you again outweighed everything? She let out a shaky breath and let out a whistle. Both of them stopped and looked at her.

“Don’t,” Natasha warned running after her but Yelena fell backward. What she wasn’t expecting was something to be attached to her that stopped her fall. The sudden stop made her stomach flip as she dangled on the side of the cliff. “Where the hell are you going?” She looked up at her sister.

“I’m ready,” she admitted. “You have Maria, Clint has Laura and the kids, and I want to see her again.” The sudden realization washed over Natasha, her eyes widened slightly. For 7 years, your name was rarely spoken as it hurt too much to remember you.

“Please don’t,” the redhead pleaded. “I can’t lose you too.” But Yelena saw the grip her sister had on the wire, she was slipping.

“It’s okay,” Yelena smiled, reaching into her pocket for a knife. “It’s okay. Let me go. I love you,” she looked at Clint. “Take care of her for me.” She cut the line and began to fall.

Death was something Yelena thought about a lot. She thought death was the only way she was going to escape the Red Room. Then she joined SHIELD, became an Avenger, and met the love of her life. But death took you from her. So if she needed to welcome death to see you again then so be it.

*

She wasn’t on Vormir anymore that much she knew. Instead, she stood in a space she dared to never go in for 7 years. Your room. Maria, Natasha, and Wanda took care of packing everything up and donated most of it. However, Yelena stood in your living space the same way you left it. The same decorations, the same throw blankets, and even your sneakers were by the door. What was going on? “What are you doing here?” Yelena spun around to the sound of your voice. You were dressed as you rolled out of bed, hair messy and your sleep shirt falling off one of your shoulders. But Yelena still found you breathtaking. “I thought I told all of you I didn’t want to see you for a long time.”

“I did wait. It’s been 7 years, I couldn’t wait anymore,” there were so many times Yelena had to fight the dark thoughts that invaded her mind. She knew that’s not what you would have wanted. You smirked, leaning against the fridge.

“Is that so?” You teased, holding out your hand. Yelena didn’t hesitate to grab onto it and you pulled her close. Oh, how she missed the feeling of your hand in hers. You were so close. Yelena cupped your cheeks, moving her thumb against your skin.

“I missed you so much, dorogoy (sweetheart),” she whispered.

“I missed you,” you grabbed onto her hands. “Kiss me, please.” Who was Yelena to deny you such a request? Yelena kissed you softly, savoring the way her lips felt against yours. A sigh left your mouth and you melted into her. It was all it took for the dame to break. The kiss tasted of you and salt from her tears.

“I love you,” she said against your lips. “I love you so much and I’m sorry I never said it.” You smiled, whipping away her tears.

“You didn’t have to say it, baby, I always knew,” you kissed her forehead, nose, and lips one more time. “Loving you has been the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I treasured it every single day,” Yelena kissed you again. “I’ll make breakfast and you can watch them.”

“Them?” Yelena questioned. You untangled yourself from Yelena and grabbed the remote that rested on your counter. You turned on the TV. The blonde’s jaw dropped as she watched the team gather in Tony’s lab as Bruce persuaded the team to let him be the one to bring everyone back. “Is this real?” You hummed, starting to make French toast.

“I’ve been watching you guys all this time. You did good, Lena. I think your ledger is clear.”

“Do you think so?” She asked. You nodded.

“I do. Now go watch over them and I’ll bring over the food when it’s done.” Yelena followed your instructions without any hesitation. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, and eyes glued to the TV. She was mostly watching her sister, her green eyes were bloodshot. She hoped she understood why it had to be her. You placed two plates on the coffee table and grabbed Yelena’s hand.

“So,” the Black Widow took a bite. It was good, just how she remembered when you would make them on a Saturday morning. “How does this all work?” She waved the fork around the room. You shrugged.

“Not sure. I haven’t thought about it that hard,” you took a bite of the food. “I’ve just been going with the flow.”

“For 7 years?” Yelena questioned. You didn’t answer and she had to squeeze your hand to pull you out of wherever you went.

“It hasn’t felt like that long,” you said. “Like I know time has been passing because of what I was seeing,” you pointed at the TV. “But I never aged and everything I needed just appeared.”

“Did it hurt? Were you scared?” You sighed, dropping her hand to grab a blanket. It was the same blanket Wanda gifted to you. She saw her using it on movie nights.

“I don’t remember much of that day. But I wasn’t scared, I think I was ready. My soul knew it was my time,” you covered yourself and her with the blanket. “What about you? Were you scared?”

“A little,” she admitted. “I was worried I wouldn’t see you.” You smiled and leaned into her side.

“Well, you’re here now and you aren’t allowed to go anywhere.” Yelena chuckled, kissing your head and putting her arm around you.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[beansmack2021]

Where's My Kid?

Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark was not dead. Although with such a killer headache, he definitely wished he was. No hangover could ever compare to the pain he was in after waking up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. A cabin that he'd happened to own.

He was known as the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist for good reason. He'd been planning to take the Infinity Stones from Thanos and snap so that things may return to normal, and he knew that it wasn't going to tickle.

He'd been banking on his own survival, even if the odds he'd make it off of the field of battle were slim. He wasn't much of a gambler anymore, but he'd almost wished he'd bet money on himself. He would have made out like a fiend. Not that he really needed the money, though.

He was completely alone in the cabin. He didn't want to tell Pepper about his plan, just in case it fell through. Tony couldn't let her down any more than he had in their lifetime. The plan was for Rhodes to bring him to the cabin, set him up with an IV, and come back every few days to replace the bag.

The bag he was hooked up to at the moment was still half full, so he guessed Rhodey wouldn't be in for at least another two days, and Tony Stark definitely was not patient enough for that. He'd kept a backup phone in the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed.

He originally only would've had Rhodey and Happy's numbers saved, but he thought about visiting Peter when he eventually woke up. It probably would've been better if he had a way to contact May to let her know he'd be coming. She'd be less likely to freak out and throw things upon seeing the man everyone had presumed to be dead, well... less dead than they thought.

He knew he should've called Rhodey first, just to let him know that he was awake, but as his thumbed hovered over the call button, he was hit with sudden impulse and clicked on May's contact instead.

The phone rang for a few minutes, and a sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach, although he wasn't quite sure why. May's cheery voice told him to leave a message after the beep, but Tony ended the call and decided to try for Happy instead.

After the third ring, his ears were met with Happy's not so happy tone. "Hello?"

Tony tried not to cry. If the pain hadn't already convinced him that he was alive, that definitely would have.

"Hello? Listen bud, I'm not gonna sit here listening to you breathe. You can either say something now or I'm gonna hang up."

Tony let out a disbelieving laugh. "You'd really hang up on your best friend?"

There was a clink, like the sound of keys hitting the floor, and a moment of silence before he heard "Tony?"

"Hey, Hap."

"This isn't some sick joke, right? Is this really you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm famished. You mind coming to get me? Preferably with at least three cheeseburgers."

"Yeah, boss. Where, uh, where are you?"

Tony sighed contentedly. He'd be able to go home. He quickly typed his coordinates into their chat and hit send.

"Just sent you coords."

There was another pregnant pause. "Tony, that's literally the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah, you might need to take the Wrangler. You'll figure it out. You're a smart fella. Hey, can you get me a Diet Coke, too? I'm pretty thirsty."

"You're definitely Tony, alright. Yeah, I'll be there in 30 minutes."

"Okay. Love ya, cupcake!"

He hung up and shot Rhodey a quick text.

𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦.

His phone chimed loudly as Rhodey's message appeared.

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯.

He shook his head and sent an angry emoji before he asked the question that had been sitting heavy on his heart since he'd woken up.

𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥?

The three dots that showed that Rhodey was typing bounced up and down on the screen before his phone chimed again.

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

Of course Tony was happy to hear about his little girl. Knowing that she'd only just recently lost her first tooth did give him an idea of how long he'd been in a coma, too. He was referring to another kid, though. A kid who swung around Queens, New York in a bright blue and red suit.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

Another chime.

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳? 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

His heart panged for his wife, but he still hadn't gotten the answer to his question. He'd sacrificed everything for Peter Parker, and all he wanted to know was how he was doing.

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥? 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

A chime.

𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘸? 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺'𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘺? 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

Tony was starting to get frustrated. He just woke up from a coma and Rhodey was going to screw with his head now?

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?

The three dots bounced on the screen again. They disappeared. They bounced again for a moment, and then there was another chime. As Tony was growing more and more impatient, each chime sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

𝘐'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 ��𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯?

Tony's heart dropped. "After May passed?" May was dead? Why would Rhodey be saying Happy met Peter the other day? They'd known each other for at least a year, if not more.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Tony needed to find his kid.

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Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

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No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. 

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IronStrange prompt: Stephen uses magic to watch Tony during sex/masturbation. (Permission to do so or not is up to you.)

Hope you had wonderful holidays! Excited to see you back!

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I went back and forth on whether this would be with or without permission and the creeper!Stephen in my head won. Possibly because he wanted his turn after I wrote Enjoy Yourself (You’re Allowed). LOL.

Behind the cut for reasons of rating.

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Stephen didn’t keep the scrying spell active all the time. Not even most of the time, not really; when he was working, or studying, he needed to concentrate, and of course he couldn't use it when there were other people around. But if he’s alone and relaxed, a small magical mirror of Tony Stark accompanies Stephen. 

He’s watched Tony working in his lab, attending business meetings, hanging out with Rhodey, and fighting as Iron Man. There’s something comforting about being able to glance over at any moment and see the most important man in the world going about his business.

Stephen has also watched Tony eat, shower, sleep, and have sex. He’s long since given up telling himself that watching those moments is about any other than his own satisfaction. Tony is beautiful, and after he’s had a long day there’s nothing quite like seeing the tension go out of him.

Tonight, Stephen expands the image of Tony until it’s life sized. With a little adjustment, Stephen positions it so that it looks like Tony’s magical echo is reclining on Stephen’s bed instead of his own. He’s already naked, eyes closed, one hand slowly stroking the length of his cock. Stephen undresses himself and lays down on his bed facing Tony’s image. Tony responds quickly, as he always does, his cock swelling and growing stiff despite the easy motions of his hand. Soon Tony adds lube and closes his fist around his cock. His strokes spread the lube around, making his cock glisten. Stephen licks his lips, mouth dry, but resists touching himself. He doesn’t want to miss anything.

Tony adds more lube, his strokes making wet noises now. He moans softly, twisting his hand and lifting his hips into his strokes. His skin has taken on a lovely flush. Stephen wishes he could feel the heat of it, wishes he could smell the musk of Tony’s arousal, but the scrying spell does have its limits.

Tony rubs a thumb across one of his nipples with his other hand, breath coming harder as his strokes speed up. He never pinches; his nipples are too sensitive. Firm rubbing is as rough as he gets. Stephen wants to lick the tight nubs, to make Tony cry out when he sucks just a little. But he settles for watching as Tony licks his thumb and puts it back to work on his chest, his hand moving quickly over his cock now. 

“Almost there,” Stephen murmurs, seeing a thick bead of pre-come well up from the dark head of Tony’s cock. Tony rubs a thumb over the head, moaning louder. A few more strokes and then he tightens his fist hard, come spurting up over the edge of his hand. 

Stephen shudders, rolls onto his back, and takes his own cock in hand.

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Iron Man (2008)

As mentioned in last post, when I went to Iron Man I literally had no idea that such a superhero existed. (I thought Sherlock Holmes with RDJ came out first but apparently not so I had essentially no knowledge of the actor either.) My friends and I decided to spend the day out at the nearest town big enough to have a book store, craft stores, and a Target, as well as a Drive-In movie theater. I was now a college student and enjoying the freedom of no curfew, rebel that I was. I'm pretty sure the movie prior to Iron Man was the Narnia: Prince Caspian movie. I mention this because I hated that movie. It bastardized the book something awful and after the first movie was so faithful an adaptation, this was incredibly disappointing. However, this meant I was doubly primed to appreciate the awesomeness that Iron Man ended up being. I've watched it a few times since then, but usually as background to something else. I decided for this challenge I did REALLY want to watch the movies/shows. No other distractions- just it. I can take breaks (it took me 3 days to finish Iron Man due to various constraints last week) but when I'm watching, I'm JUST watching.

Here were my takeaways this time

The differences in Terrence Howard's Rhodey and Cheadle's Rhodey are always a bit mind boggling and part of what makes Iron Man feel really different from the later films. We're also just starting MCU so while they aren't LACKING budget, it's not the level it would be later. This doesn't hurt the movie at all for the record, if anything I think it meant the story had to be more well-developed and the actors better.

But this first film has a seriousness and a somberness that most of the other films only flirt with (notable exception being Infinity War of course).

The scene where Tony goes back to help Gulmira, Yinsen's home, and we see the 13 year old boy screaming and crying as his father is pried away from their family, the soldiers clearly planning to execute him and all the other grown men. The young boy tears himself away from his mother to his father, determined to keep him, to save him. His father, begging his son to go, so that he will live even though he knows- he KNOWS he will not. This moment of utter terror made personal just before Tony shows up is incredible and all the more so when put into historical context. The U.S. was still in Afghanistan and Iraq at this time and it was easy for citizens here to paint everyone in those areas with the same brush. But in this moment you CAN'T. You HAVE to see the family ripped apart right alongside the terrorists and be forced to realize that race, ethnicity, language don't make terrible people- actions do.

A common criticism of Marvel movies is they don't let a moment sit- that they always break a serious moment with a joke. But this one doesn't do that. There are multiple heavy moments- after Yinsen's death for one and when Pepper nearly quits (because she can't watch Tony self-sabotage and possibly die) and he tells her:

"I shouldn't be alive... unless it was for a reason. I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right."

This moment sits between them so clearly, so starkly and it is not ended with a joke, but with Pepper grabbing the flashdrive and asking what to do. (Thinking back, I'm wondering how many of those MCU "broken" moments are by Tony. He's the one uncomfortable with emotion. Him breaking those moments with humor is actually 100% in character. Something to pay attention to as I watch.)

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, some of the key themes of this movie just strike to the heart.

Death from a distance is easy to ignore or even be complicit in, but death up close rips us apart. Tony sold weapons that he knew took lives for years but it wasn't until he watched Yinsen die that I think he really understands what that means. Yes, his parents had died before but he wasn't THERE, he didn't SEE it. This death, this is the one that makes him really know what it means.

You don't have to change everything to be a better person. Tony is still self-centered. He still likes attention. He's still arrogant and as we will see next movie, open to playing the field as Pepper and him haven't committed. But not only has he stopped being complicit in the deaths of the innocent, he's taken on the mantle of protecting them.

Lastly, who the good guys are is largely a matter of perspective. This obviously gets hit harder again in Ultron (oh that glorious train wreck- I'm looking forward to writing about you), but it matters here. Tony was fine manufacturing weapons because he assumed he was supporting the "good guys", the 'Muricans. But not only was Obadiah dirty dealing, he is forced to learn the good guys aren't always as discriminatory with their weapon use as they purport to be. That it's easy to start painting with broad brushstrokes in areas where precision is actually called for.

Overall I'm really glad I PAID attention to this one this round. The grittiness and the depth really hit the way they did the first time or even more so. Onward to The Incredible Hulk, even though it's only semi-canon now.

Note for me:

Directed by: Jon Favreau

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Matters of the Heart

Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader x Harley Keener

Warning(s): Death

Notes: This is pretty short and end kind of abruptly, but it’s been in my drafts for so long and I like it too much to delete it. So, enjoy :)

Summary: It had been 5 years for you and 5 seconds for Peter. So to say it’s a bit of a shock for him to find you in the arms of someone else is an understatement.

When the battle was over and Tony was gone, all Peter could think about was you.

How would you react to finding out your dad was dead? That he’d saved the universe and it cost him his life? It had taken you so long to get reacquainted with him and now he was gone.

And what about seeing him again? According to Doctor Strange, it had been five years. It baffled his mind to think that he’d missed out on five years with his loved ones.

What had changed?

"Where do we go now?” Rhodey asked, standing up and stepping away from where Peter and Pepper were still crouched, trying not to cry.

“Home, I suppose,” Steve replied, fighting his own tears. “I think everyone deserves that.”

So, Doctor Strange conjured up portals like he had before. But instead of leading people into battle, the portals lead home. To Wakanda, to New Asgard, to Clint’s farm, and, for many of the main Avengers, to Tony and Pepper’s home.

When they walked through it, Peter almost couldn’t believe that the rich and fancy Tony Stark had lived in this little house by a lake.

He noticed you sitting on the porch swing. Your hair had changed, along with a few more subtle things that come with time, but he could still tell that it was you. 

What he didn’t know was who was sitting next to you, and why you were cuddled into his side.

You lifted your head when you saw them walk through the portal, getting the guy next to you’s attention, immediately knowing something was wrong.

“Mommy!” A little girl came running out of the house, little feet pattering down the wooden steps.

“Morgan, honey, stay up there by your sister.” Pepper shouted in reply, causing the little girl to pause her movements.

Morgan. Peter thought. Tony had another daughter while he was gone?

“Morgan, come here,” You said, reaching your hand out for her.

Peter felt himself tear up a little again, hearing your voice. He started to realize how long it had been since he’d talked to you and how angry you would be that he went and got himself into trouble again.

The thought almost made him laugh.

You lifted Morgan up, setting her on your lap and pulling her to your chest, whispering something to her so she kept her face hidden.

Bruce walked through the portal next, when Rhodey gave him the okay, carrying Tony’s body.

Peter could see the way you gasped, holding a hand to your mouth. The guy next to you wrapped his arm around you and you buried your head into his neck, crying.

The sight made Peter want to start crying again, too.

“Keep your head down, Morgan,” the guy said, running a gentle hand through your hair.

“Take him over to the barn, please,” Pepper said, barely above a whisper as she refrained from breaking. “Don’t let Morgan see.”

Bruce headed that direction, followed by Steve, Thor, Sam, and Bucky.

Pepper spared Peter a look, noticing how he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Come on, Peter,” She said, gently, beginning her walk to the deck of her house. Peter followed her.

“Mommy!” Morgan shouted, clumsily climbing off her sister’s lap to run into her mother’s arms. Her face full of happy ignorance.

Peter and you caught eyes and he could see the endless emotions swirling in your eyes when his name rolled off your lips, like you couldn’t believe it was him: “Peter.”

He wasn’t sure what to say, his eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over when you got up from the swing and wrapped him in a tight hug.

He hugged you back and for a minute it was like nothing had really changed as you cried into his shoulder.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” you whispered.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I’m right here.”

Peter opened his eyes to look at the man on the swing. He didn’t recognize him, but he guessed you and he were the same age; five years older than Peter now.

You pulled back from the hug and wiped your eyes. Then you noticed him glancing over your shoulder.

“Oh...” you said.

You walked over the guy and held your hand out. He smiled at you, taking your hand and standing up.

“Peter, this is Harley,” You said, turning to face him. “My fiancé.”

Oh. Oh.

Peter’s eyes shot to your left hand, only now noticing the ring that sparkled there.

Five years.

Peter swallowed hard. “Oh, that’s- that’s great, Y/N. Congratulations.”

The guy (Harley) looked at him sadly, almost with pity. It made Peter’s blood boil for no good reason.

“Hey, I think we need a second,” you told Harley. “Could you go see if mom needs anything?”

Mom. You called Pepper ‘mom’ now. That was also new.

Harley nodded and headed inside, leaving you and Peter alone.

At first, he hadn’t noticed many changes in you. Sure, the hair was different, but you still looked like you.

And now, looking closer, he noticed the five years.

You had more smile lines and small wrinkles around your eyes, and they had a new wise-ness to them they didn’t before. You also carried yourself differently, more relaxed. Like you were no longer afraid to do something that would upset the press because Tony’s your dad.

“I’m sorry, uh,” You rubbed your arm up and down with one hand. A nervous tick that hadn’t changed. “This must all be hard for you.”

“You just lost your dad,” Peter replied. “It’s hard for you, too.”

“We both lost him,” you decided, tears pooling in your eyes. “But I’ve grieved before and I’ll do it again.”

Avoiding the subject of your relationship, Peter asked, “Did Aunt May-”

“Blipped too,” You replied. “Same with Ned and MJ.”

“Oh,” It felt wrong to say ‘good’ but at least he wouldn’t be completely alone like this.

Silence fell between you for a few moments before you found the courage to explain.

“Harley was one of dad’s protege’s, too. Before you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah...from when he got lost in Tennessee. They bonded and dad kept tabs on him ever since. We met for the first time around then, but we’re both attending MIT and found each other there.” You said. “I didn’t really date anyone after you were gone...dad and I grieved you together. You were the only thing we ever agreed on.”

Peter couldn’t help but laugh.

It made you smile.

“But we had to move on. At the time we didn’t think there was anything we could do. The world was changing and we had to grow with it. I went to MIT and met Harley again and we just...connected. I fell in love with him. We’ve been together three years now. Engaged for hardly a month.”

Peter smiled sadly. “I’m happy for you, Y/N, I really am but, to me, just yesterday we were cuddling and watching movies together...”

“I wish there was something I could do...” you said.

That hadn’t changed either. You were just like Tony, always wanting to save everyone.

“Can you hug me one last time? Then give me a phone to call Aunt May?”

You laughed. “The hugs aren’t going anywhere, Peter. I still love you...just not in the same way.”

The two of you embraced and Peter sighed against you. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey,”

You broke apart to see Harley standing in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt, but Pepper's trying to cook.”

“Oh my god, stop her!” You said. “She’s not cooking tonight. Do we have any frozen pizza?”

You fell right back into a comfortable state when Harley arrived, ready to rely on him for anything. That wasn’t a way you felt when you were dating Peter. He was glad to see the weight lifted off your shoulders.

You passed Harley at the door and he smiled awkwardly at Peter before following you.

Peter stood there for a moment, silently mourning the love he lost, and headed for the barn with the other avengers.

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What if?

What if in the next Avengers movie, everyone realize that they need Tony. There is something that has to be done and only Tony can do it. So, Bruce and the avengers re-create the time machine, and they get 2021 Tony(at that time line, everyone remembers Peter). When he sees everyone who got dusted alive, and after they explain everything, he asks about Peter. And obviously after nwh no one would know. Even that Tony always told Rhodey and Bruce about him. So he would use his AI's help to find Peter, and he successfully does. And they both haven't seen each other in a LONG while. So they just have their moment, Peter ran at Tony and hugged him really tight. Tony was trying not to cry, but after he heard Peter's hiccup followed by a sob, he couldn't contain himself but tear up. Unfortunately, they don't get alot of time together, as Tony would have to return to his own time line soon.

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If there’s anything we can agree on, it’s that Wanda maximoff was majorly screwed over in terms of character writing

Absolutely. As much as I adore Wanda, I paradoxically don't think any of her appearances were done well.

Age of Ultron comes pretty close by actually letting her nobility shine through and letting her call out Tony, but it falls short by not making it crystal-clear that she was never loyal to Hydra, and by not showing her react to what she indirectly caused in Johannesburg.

I feel like I shouldn't have to explain why I hate what's done with her in Civil War, but I'll do it anyway:

- the movie and the audience alike blame her for the casualties in Lagos instead of, y'know, the Hydra agent who actually set off the bomb - she isn't allowed to speak up when Tony starts condescendingly going "um, you all need to understand that people die in carnage 🤓" as if her fucking brother wasn't murdered by his creation, nor is she allowed to have any opinion at all on the document that will legally declare her a sub-human - Despite the movie trying to say she'd have to think about signing the Accords rather than instantly saying no like she really would, Tony goes over her head and kicks her off the Avengers roster and imprisons her so Ross can have an easier time getting her when he decides that she needs to be disposed of because it's now legal to do that to an Enhanced that you so much as suspect might be a threat. - For some reason people think SHE'S the one in the wrong when she subdues Vision (which literally makes her cry) in order to escape from Tony. - She gets blamed by the movie itself for Rhodey's injury (Vision saying he was "distracted" when he fired. What else could that mean?), most likely in order to make you think "serves that bitch right" when Tony sees her being tortured on the Raft and has zero reaction.

Infinity War probably comes the closest to being a good depiction of her, despite the fact that the Russo Brothers either couldn't care less about her, or outright dislike her for daring to have beef with Tony, who they worship. With that being said, her horrible sacrifice and subsequent nullification of it, as torturous as it is to watch, is legitimately good storytelling. Now if only the movie didn't try with zero irony to say that Thanos murdering Gamora was the same thing.

Her two minutes in Endgame are... fine, I guess. Her absolutely wiping the floor with Thanos is cool, but it's emotionally hollow because it's not the Thanos that took Vision from her. Also, the scene has been ruined for me by the official YouTube clip being flooded with comments going "OMG, this was such a great passing of the torch between the two biggest MCU villains." Like, fuck you! I guess I'm grateful that the laughably tone-deaf scene where everyone kneels before Tony's corpse was cut, because he directly harmed many of the people there, Wanda most of all. And then she never gets to learn that Tony's insistence against rewinding time is the reason Vision is gone for good.

WandaVision is supposed to be her big time in the spotlight. And it is... but it's still not worthy of her. Setting aside how annoying it was that no one was interested in Wanda at all while the show was being released and were only interested in how the series could be used as a vehicle to introduce stuff like mutants, the series made a massive error in prioritizing audience intrigue over character consistency. What do I mean by that? Well, pure and simple, the Wanda Maximoff I know and love would never, and I mean NEVER, be complicit in the enslavement and torture of 4,000 people (many of whom are children). And the show itself seems to agree with me, as the final few episodes make it crystal-clear she had no idea how this started or what the Hex was doing to anyone. There's just one problem with that; the majority of the show was implying she knew she was in full control (all those time resets, her throwing Monica out, her whole argument with Vision, her expanding the Hex). Clearly these moments were meant to keep the audience guessing as to what was really happening, but the result was Wanda being insanely out of character, and the show itself highlights that. So yeah, if Elizabeth Olsen wasn't so proud of the show, I would write it off completely despite how much I loved certain parts of it (mostly just the final two episodes for actually letting her be the hero she really is).

I have no kind words whatsoever for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Fuck that movie. And fuck Marvel for letting Sam Raimi and Michael Waldron turn Wanda into a one-note slasher villain and making her many many haters feel validated. The fact that it was sheer incompetence that led to this and not open malice is honestly even worse, because that's how little this character is valued.

So yeah, while I love everything about Wanda as a person, she's way too good for any of the projects she appears in, and if I had my way I'd pluck her out of the MCU and put her in a universe where she can truly be loved and valued like she deserves to be (with her permission of course).

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My little love

chapter 12

Pairing: bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: canon level violence, mentions of blood, use of syringe/needle, choking, horrible living conditions (especially for a child), sad everyone, crying, hurt Steve

A/N: SURPRISE!!! I wrote this in like a day so if it’s not great I’m sorry but I think you’ll like it. It was also not my intention to release it so soon but I couldn’t help myselfWe finally meet sweet baby boy Barnes aka bubba. His relationship with Lottie is definitely something we will look into in the next chapter. I’d really love to hear what you think!

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Ch 11

The jet had taken you to the helicarrier. It was expected that this mission would be just as big as the mission in which you found Lottie. Now you readied yourself to give hydra some more hell as you entered the place that Bucky had suffered the most in. Your thoughts were mostly on the other Barnes child that you were yet to meet and hoped was alright. At the last raid you had only gone into the facility once it had been cleared. Your job was as the team medic. This time you’d be fighting alongside the team.

You were paired up with Steve after Bucky argued that you’d be better off with him. The truth was that it would probably make him more reckless and you had to make sure he made it back home. The cold wind hit your face as the jet’s door opened. Steve did a quick check with everyone and then you were off in the middle of the frozen unknown.

Tony, Sam, Vision and Rhodey did a quick fly over as the rest of the team pushed forward. There were only a few guards that were taken out quickly and quietly. Steve looked to you once Tony disabled the security to open up the metal door. The element of surprise is the only thing you had on your side, hopefully. As soon as the door opened Bucky stepped up and walked in first. You could see it was hard for him being back here. He directed Clint, Wanda and Nat in one direction while he and Thor went in another. You and Steve took the main elevator down into the deep belly of the building that was built into a mountain. It was where hydra kept the winter soldier and no doubt where Bucky’s other child would be.

As soon as the door to the elevator opens Steve stands in front of you, shield up, ready to protect you if needed. You hold up one of the guns you brought with you. As you inch forward you see two long hallways full of doors that most likely lead to cells. Steve puts two fingers up to his eyes and then points toward one hallway and then points at you before doing the same and pointing at himself. You nod and start walking fast, peeking through the small windows in order to see inside.

Empty. One after another each cell is empty and your heart sinks. An alarm breaks the ever growing silence of the hall previously filled with only your footsteps.

“Have you found anything?” Tony’s voice crackles through the speakers. “It’s getting interesting up here.”

“Nothing yet.”

“Empty on my side.” You reply.

“You have people heading your way, Y/L/N. So do you Rogers.” Nat informs you.

You get to the end of the hall where there is one last door but it has no window. Pressing your ear you don’t hear anything but you have to be sure. You run two fingers along the edge of the door where the inner mechanism of the lock is and you hear it click away. The door opens easily enough and it leads to another dimly lit hallway. Flashbacks to the day you found the three boys run vividly in your mind.

“Secret passageway, I’m heading in.” You announce on the comms.

“Y/L/N, wait for me you don’t know if it’s a trap.”

“I can’t do that, Rogers. You know what happened last time.” You reply as you walk in.

There are less doors here and you make quick work of checking the other cells. As you get to the end you find one that doesn't have a window. You think it’s another hallway so you unlock the door and take a cautious step inside.

“I think I found the cell he’s being kept in.”

“I’m on my way.” Bucky answers in a hurry.

You take a small flashlight out of one of your pockets and turn it on. As you look around you see a water and food bowl on the floor as if they kept a dog in there instead of a person. There’s no bed, just a few blankets on the floor. There’s a toilet that looks like it doesn’t even work and nowhere for light to shine through. There’s a camera in the top corner and if you line up with it the room looks exactly how it did in the video feed the previous night. There’s a metal tube running along the wall furthest from the door with a chain attached to it. The cuff on the end looks so small and you swallow thickly at the thought. The chain scrapes against the concrete floor lightly and you remember that he can make himself invisible. You step in a little bit closer and kneel.

“Hi sweetie. I know you’re in here. I’m not gonna hurt you but I gotta be able to see you. Can you let me see you?” Nothing, for a second you thought you were talking to an empty room and then you heard it, a small breath. “I promise you won’t be in trouble if you let me see you. Would you like to get out of here? You can come home with me.”

A little flicker of something appears before you and then it’s gone. You smile at the Not so empty room.

“Would you like that? To have a home? I have a baby at home. She would probably love to have someone to play with.”

“A baby?” A little voice fills the room and just like that you see him.

It takes everything in you to not break down and cry. He looked just like Lottie had when you found her. Severely underweight, to the point that you could see all of his ribs, sunken eyes and he looked exhausted. His hair though was down around his shoulders and a bit lighter than Bucky’s, and his eyes were the exact same shade as the other two Barnes. He was shivering since he only had some ripped up pants that were a bit too big.

“Well she isn’t a baby, baby. But she’s my baby. You could be my baby too. I’ll take care of you.”

“No one taked care of me before.” He responds, his voice slightly shaky.

You close your eyes for a second as a few tears break free and then he gasps. The chain that held him captive scrapes against the floor and you open your eyes to see shadows on the wall. When you turn around there are hydra agents behind you ready to gun you down. The room is filled with gunfire, bullets that never reach you fall to the floor as you stand between yourself and the boy you protecting.

You turn your own gun on them, taking the group down quickly. Turning you can’t see him again but you can still see the chain.

“Y/L/N are you ok?”

“I’m fine but I need back up. I found him.”

You kneel again and unlock the cuff from his ankle and he reappears. His eyes go wide as he flexed his now free ankle.

“I’m going to pick you up ok, can you hold on tight for me?”

He nods his head and wraps his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist. You take the blanket that had been on the floor and wrap him up in it before turning your metal bracers into a shield for his back and head. With that in place you head out of the room. A speaker comes on and a man starts speaking Russian. Suddenly the grip around your neck gets tighter.

When you pull back you notice that the boy’s eyes have glazed over, as if he’s not in control and although his hands are smaller he still has the super soldier serum running through his veins. There’s no doubt that hydra would have found a way to enhance him even more.

“Y/N, where are you? They spoke similar words than the ones used to trigger me before. I’m not sure who they’re controlling. Can you get somewhere safe?” Bucky’s worried voice came over the comms but you couldn’t answer because you were being choked by a very strong child.

You feel around the belt you had on until you find the pocket you’re looking for and take out a syringe. The needle goes into his little arm and the grip around your throat loosens. His head rests against your shoulder and you cough as you try to catch your breath.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Does anyone have eyes on her?”

“I’m here.” You groan out as you start to head toward the main door. “I’m really going to need back up.”

“Duck.” Steve says from the doorway and you do as he says just as he sends his shield flying. Two more hydra agents fall behind you. “Is that him?”

You nod as you wrap your arms around his tiny frame.

“Let’s get you both out of here.”

Steve’s blood was on your hands.

You weren’t sure exactly how it happened. He had thrown the shield in your direction so that you could keep pushing forward when an explosion rocked the side of the building. A dozen or so men appeared out of nowhere and you were left with Steve, his shield and an unconscious child in your hands. Steve fought with everything he had to give you an out. As soon as you saw Sam you gave him the sleeping child and ran back to help Steve. Somehow it was too late. He was gravely injured, the last time you saw him that bad he went toe to toe with Bucky in a helicarrier. You patched him up as best as you could and Tony flew him back to the jet.

Now you sat in the medbay of the helicarrier waiting for an update on him. Your leg bounces uncontrollably as the anxiety of not knowing if he’ll make it takes over. The others are also waiting with you. Nat and Clint sit side by side. Wanda and Vision stood against a wall while Sam and Thor sat next to you. Tony was somewhere looking through the information retrieved from the now demolished hydra base. Bruce was monitoring the unconscious Barnes child you’d saved and Bucky was sitting with him.

Or he had been, Bucky stood by the door and waved you over once you looked up.

“He’s awake and crying. He keeps asking for the nice lady.” He tells you quietly. You turn back unsure of what to do.

“Go, I’ll let you know once we have an update.”

“Thanks Nat.” You said and headed toward the lab down the hall.

Bucky stopped you and held up your overnight bag.

“Maybe you should clean up a bit. I think he’d freak out a bit more if he saw you like this.”

“You’re right. I’ll be quick.”

*******

Fifteen minutes later you looked more presentable, more you. As you got closer to the lab you could still hear him crying while Bucky tried to sooth him. The moment the glass doors slid open both pairs of electric blue eyes were on you. One of them however, we're red and puffy. He cleaned his tears with the back of his hand as he sniffled.

“Hi, why are you crying?” You said as you got closer to the bed he was on.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, honey?” You ask once you sit down next to him. Bucky stands and gives you some space.

“I hurted you.”

“But you didn’t mean to.”

“The bad man said to. He has my baby.”

You freeze at his words, it couldn’t be what you thought it was. Bucky seemed to have heard the same thing because he walked back into the small space.

“What do you mean your baby, bub?”

“She’s little, like this.” He held his arm like he was holding a newborn. “If I’m bad he hurts her. If I’m good he lets me hold her. Haven’t holded her in a long time.”

“Ok, how about you rest and we will try to find your baby.”

“Can she be your baby too?” He looks up at you hoping you’ll say yes.

“Of course she can.” You run your hand over his hair. “Why don’t you lay down now and I’ll stay with you.”

He does as he’s told and he grabs your hand. You hum a lullaby as he drifts off to sleep. Bruce walks in shortly after he starts snoring softly holding up the dna kit. After he takes the swab he needs he walks back to his side. While you wait for the results which you know will say Bucky is the father, you head to the hallway.

“Hey, Steve is stable. He’ll just need a few days to rest and he’ll be good as new.” Nat says once the glass doors are closed. “How is the little man doing?”

“He apologized for hurting me. But I’m worried, he said he had a baby and that the bad man would hurt the baby if he didn’t do what they said.”

“Do you think there’s another Barnes baby out there?”

“No, I hope not. Maybe the baby he’s talking about is Lottie. They could have put both of them in cryo and that’s why he can’t remember when he last saw her.”

“Let’s hope it’s that. I’ll give you guys some space. We should be back home in about thirty minutes.”

“Thanks Nat.” You say as she walks away.

As soon as she’s gone you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and cry. It had been a very overwhelming day and on top of that you saw your best friend almost die. Doing what he does best and sacrificing himself not only for you but for Bucky’s kids.

“It’s ok sugar, let it out.” Bucky whispers as he moves his hand up and down your back gently.

Bucky had called your dad before you landed and asked him to not bring Lottie to the hanger because of Steve. Unfortunately Ed informed him that Lottie was already aware, or at least he thought so. She had another vision and kept asking for Steve.

Once the jet landed the medical team moved Steve into one of the rooms in the medbay. You and Bruce moved your own patient into another room. The rest of the team went either to the medbay to get checked out or to their own apartments to clean up and rest. It didn’t take long for your dad to find you watching over your new son, the dna match was positive. Although you didn’t need it to know that this sweet boy was Bucky’s child.

“So I have a grandson now.”

“Seems like it.” You look up to give him a sad, tired smile.

“Come here my sweet girl.” Your dad hugged you tight. “Bucky told me what happened. Are you ok?”

“Physically yeah, but to see someone I care for hurt like that… It's just overwhelming. I’ll be alright though. As soon as Steve is awake I’ll be fine.”

“He will be. From what Bucky explained, the serum will help him recover. Why don’t you try and rest? I can stay here if you want me too.”

“I appreciate it but I can’t leave him. He knows me, Bucky and Bruce. I think if he saw a stranger here he would freak out.” You say as you look over your shoulder at the little boy.

“Ok well Charlotte was also asking for you. She wants to see her mama.”

You look back up at your dad, overwhelmed by everything and unsure of what to do.

“Go see Lottie, she’s the only one awake and she wants to see you. Your friends will let you know when Steve is up and I’ll stay here. The minute he starts to wake up I’ll get you.”

“Ok, yeah. I’ll do that. Thanks dad.” You hug him again and head back to your apartment.

Bucky and Lottie were in the living room. He was holding on to her as he cooed sweet reassuring words at the toddler’s worry about her uncle Steve. Still Lottie sniffled, not understanding that Steve needed to rest for a little bit longer.

“Hey.” You say softly.

Both father and daughter’s attention goes to you. Lottie slips out of Bucky’s lap and runs to you. Her little arms wrap around one of your legs. It’s obvious she’s been crying for a while, her cheeks were tinted pink and her eyes were red and puffy.

“Mama, Steeb owie.” She said as she pointed toward her side, the same place Steve had been injured.

“I know sweet Angel.” You picked her up and kissed her cheeks “Stevie is sleeping now but you’ll see him soon.”

“Steeb is night night?”

“Yes, Steve is night night.”

“Bubba home?” She asks, her blue eyes wide as she looks at you.

You look over at Bucky who just shrugs quickly and then nods towards the door.

“Maybe he’ll like having someone closer to his age around.”

“Yes, Bubba's home.”

She points at the door and smiles. Bucky stands and walks towards the door, opening it and letting you go first.

When you get to the medbay the first thing you notice is your dad as well as Nat and Clint having a conversation. It stops when you get closer to them. With a guilt ridden expression your dad turns to you.

“Sweetheart,” he says when you’re close enough. “I’m sorry I messed up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone.”

“What do you mean he was gone?”

“He just disappeared. I don’t know what happened but I swear I didn’t even hear the door open or close.” He looked over your shoulder at Bucky. “I really am sorry.”

“Take her,” you turn to Bucky and hand Lottie over. “This is my fault. I forgot to tell you he can turn invisible, he might still be in there.”

You walk to the door and open it slowly and sure enough the bed is empty. The door closes softly and you make your way to the bed. Your hand feels around the bed and sure enough there’s no one there. Without much of an option you look around the room but don’t find anything so you sit on the floor.

“Hey bub, it’s just me again. Will you let me see you? I promise you’re safe and no one is going to hurt you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. I bet it was scary being alone in a different place.”

You still don’t see him but you feel him slide into your lap. His head rests against your shoulder and you follow the invisible form until you find his hand. He squeezes your hand and you can feel his small fingers trying to intertwine with yours.

“When you’re ready, my baby is here and she wants to meet you.”

It took a few minutes but sure enough, starting at his toes he became fully visible. His uncertain blue eyes looked up at you.

“Can I see the baby now?” He asks quietly.

“Of course.”

As if on queue Bucky opens the door and steps aside so that Lottie can walk in. She was more on the cautious side as she walked in, like she knew she had to be gentle. The sweet boy in your lap sits up and blinks a few times before looking up at you.

“Hi baby.” He says as he gets up and walks toward Lottie.

He holds his hand out and Lottie takes it and they just look at each other. Studying each other’s faces for a moment before he hugs her. Lottie brings her hand up to his cheek and pats it and he starts crying while holding her tighter.

“Hey bub it’s ok.” Bucky crouches down and comforts him. “Lottie is your baby sister. She’s been waiting for you.”

“My baby.” He says in between sniffles.

You and Bucky trade another look over the embracing children. Both of you were still confused. You knew Lottie would know of him because of her vision but you needed to know how he really knew her.

“Hey, Steve’s awake.” Nat said after poking her head in. Her eyes softened as she looked at the two kids.

“Hey sweet Angel, wanna go see Steve?”

“Steeb up mama?” Lottie asked once they let each other go.

“Yeah, let’s go see him. You can come too bubs.” You get up and open your arms. He looks between you and Lottie already walking out happily and wraps his arms around your neck again. You tense a bit but get up and walk out, following Bucky.

“Steeb!”

“Hi sweetheart.” Steve says from the hospital bed he was. He tries to put on his game face for her and you. Bucky picked her up and sat her down next to Steve.

“You have to be gentle, Lottie. Remember Steve had an owie.”

“Owie.” She whispered as she gently touched the right side of his midsection.

“Did I hurted him?” The boy in your arms whispered in your ear. You knew both Steve and Bucky heard him.

“No sweet boy, you didn’t hurt him.”

“Hi bud. My name is Steve, do you have a name?”

He turned in Steve’s direction, sad blue eyes taking in the scene of Lottie giving him a hug.

“Soldat.” He said softly.

The three of you were saddened after hearing his answer. Bucky turned away from you as he fought back tears. Steve cleared his throat and you held him tighter.

“Would you like a name? Just like Lottie has a name.” You say.

He just nods at you, eyes a bit brighter for a moment.

“Ok, we’ll think of a good name.” You kiss his temple and he pulls back scared at the contact. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead he chooses to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“How about Marcus?” Bucky said as he sat down on the couch.

Lottie and her brother were inseparable. It had been hard enough to get her to leave Steve’s room but there was no way she would leave him behind. Both of them were currently sleeping, sharing her bed and snuggling.

“I don’t know if he doesn't look like a Marcus. What about Thomas?”

“Sam’s ego would get bigger than it already is, pass.”

You were laying down on the couch with your legs hanging over the armrest. Your dad was gone and the compound was quiet. It was very late at night but neither you nor Bucky could sleep even though you were exhausted.

“What about Henry? I’ve always loved that name.”

“Grant.” Bucky added. “Henry Grant Barnes?”

You tilted your head back a bit to look at him. His eyes were already on you as he waited for an answer.

“I like it. Hopefully he will too.” You say just before the door to Lottie’s room opens and closes again.

A semitransparent child stands at the edge of the entrance of the living room. The back of his hand wiping away tears.

“Hey, bub what’s wrong?” Bucky asked.

“The bad man took me away. He said I couldn’t see my baby again.” He started crying again as he walked closer to Bucky. He was still hesitant to trust any men but he was slowly opening up to Bucky.

“C’mere.” Bucky opened his arms, his son cautiously walked even closer to Bucky and let his father pull him into his lap. “It was just a bad dream bub. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you or Lottie again.”

Two pairs of sad blue eyes looked at each other. One of them blinked owlishly as they fought against sleep.

“The bad man can’t get me?”

“No, we won’t let him.”

“Ok.” The sweet little boy replied before laying his head against Bucky’s chest and closing his eyes. Quickly falling asleep in the comfort of his father’s arms.

Bucky knew the next few weeks and even months wouldn’t be easy. You knew it too, especially if they already had him ready to follow orders with a few words. For Bucky the experience had been traumatic so he can’t even imagine what it would be for someone so young. It was all he knew. So of course he clung to the first person that showed him any kindness and luckily it had been you.

You both knew that whatever came next would be challenging but you were willing to fight to make sure both kids never had to experience anything as horrible as hydra again.

Ch 13

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FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: betheflame

Flame is the queen of fluff in my book. Her fics are like little pieces of candy, and no matter which one you choose, they're all delicious. I love the way she explores different AUs and makes them her own, especially the No Powers variety. So if you're looking for some treats, you're in the right place.

Here's some of her work that I think you should check out:

Have You Met My... Husband?

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Bucky/Natasha Rating: M Words: 7,317 Tags: School Reunion, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining

Summary: Steve's high school reunion is coming up and for reasons that make no sense except in fic, Tony goes with him and poses as his husband. ... and things progress from there ...

Reasons why I love it: Natasha and Pepper really steal the show in this one, what with their meddling ways. Honestly, Steve and Tony need all the outside help they can get, my god, idiots in love is exactly right. I really love the humor in this one, and Bucky and Natasha's banter especially. This fic is adorable, and I hope you give it a shot!

Crouching Genius, Hidden Soulmate

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,276 Tags: Bucky Barnes is a Good Bro, Soulmates, No Powers

Summary: “We’re going to chat about that imaginary numbers bullshit, Stark,” Bucky said with a laugh, “but right now, come with me.” “Where?” “Downstairs,” Bucky said, offering his hand. “I’m about to change your life.” Tony barked out a laugh. “Okay Angelica.”

Reasons why I love it: You had me at Angelica. This fic is so sweet! I love all the little tidbits like Rhodey and Pepper's daughter and Steve's career that really flesh out the world. And of course, I'm a huge fan of Hamilton playing a major role in this fic. I love this one so much, so I hope you give it a shot (and don't throw it away, badum tz).

Paper Crowns and Secret Keepers

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,564 Tags: No Powers, A/B/O, Teacher Steve

Summary: Steve Rogers did not play favorites. He’d been one of the kindergarten teachers at Allensville Academy since he got out of graduate school and that was one of his key pedagogical beliefs - no playing favorites. But lands alive, if Peter Stark wasn’t testing his resolve.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaaah not Flame subverting expectations in the best possible way, I am LIVING! Tony the not-alpha just breaks your heart once you learn about the circumstances that made his secrets necessary, and I love the political undertones throughout the fic in general. Also, Mairi (Askafroa) made some truly fantastic art for this that you desperately need to see if you haven't already, it's the cutest! This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

A Totally Normal Dad

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,103 Tags: Identity Porn, Parenting, Canon Divergence

Summary: Steve is a totally normal, boring, suburban, stay-at-home-dad. He's also a superhero. His husband only knows the first sentence.

Reasons why I love it: The Incredibles, but make it Stony. I really love how this ties into canon, and oh my god, that paragraph about Steve wanting to grow old with Tony made me genuinely emotional. Also, Steve and Tony are so sweet with Peter, it makes me want to cry. This fic is amazing, and I highly encourage you to read it!

Wax On, Wax Off

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,354 Tags: No Powers, College AU, Merman Steve

Summary: Sure, a man could fall in love with a merman - but where would they make out?

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I love them. Tony doing his level best to make life more comfortable for Steve is so sweet, and oh my god, the ending puts the biggest smile on my face. I also love the way Steve's merman-ism works and the cameos of the other Avengers in texting-form. This fic is delightful, and I hope you give it a go!

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 95

Missiles reflected off the dome over Wakanda, exploding in bursts of fire, leaving us frozen in shock. Bucky and I jumped from the bench, our moment of calm shattered, and ran toward the lab as massive alien contraptions crashed through the dome.

Steve's voice crackled through the comms. "It's Thanos. They’re coming for Vision. This is it, guys."

Without a word, we rushed to the front lines where T'Challa, Steve, and Nat stood at the edge of the field, facing off with one of Thanos’s people—the woman we had already fought when they first came for Wanda and Vision.

"They surrender?" Bucky asked Steve as he returned.

"Not exactly," Steve replied grimly.

Before any of us could say more, the doors of the landed ships burst open, releasing hordes of rabid, monstrous creatures. They hurled themselves against Wakanda’s dome in waves, their bodies smashing into the barrier. Most died on impact, but some clawed at the dome's surface until their limbs were severed by the force field, their remains falling lifelessly. Others broke through, scrambling madly toward us.

T'Challa's army roared their war cry, readying their shields and spears as the creatures closed in. It was about to begin.

All of us with weapons started firing into the oncoming horde. Sam and Rhodey took to the air, circling the battlefield, with Rhodey dropping bombs into the masses of creatures. But there were too many, and they started spreading out, trying to flank us and get to Vision.

"Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us... There's nothing between them and Vision," Banner’s voice crackled through the comms, filled with concern.

"Then we better keep 'em in front of us," Steve replied, his voice steady and commanding.

One of T’Challa’s female guards, skeptical and tense, spoke up. "How do we do that?"

"We open the barrier," T`challa replied without hesitation, placing a hand on his comm. "On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen."

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. The second they opened that barrier, those creatures would flood in. There was no way to stop them once the gap was there. T'Challa stepped forward, his voice strong as he crossed his arms over his chest to activate his helmet.

"Wakanda Forever!" he screamed, leading the charge.

With that rallying cry, every single one of us surged forward, weapons ready. The ground shook beneath us as we sprinted toward the enemy, who rushed at us with equal ferocity.

"Now!" T'Challa commanded, and the barrier dropped, creating an opening for the creatures to pour through.

The moment it happened, chaos erupted. The enemy swarmed in from all directions. I tried to keep track of Steve and Bucky in the fray, but it was impossible. Bodies collided everywhere, and the battlefield became a blur of claws, teeth, and weapons. I focused on fighting my way through, each swing of my blade or shot from my gun taking down another enemy. But they just kept coming—endless, savage.

I fought with everything I had, cutting down the creatures as they lunged at me, but my mind was torn between survival and the gnawing fear that Steve or Bucky could be overwhelmed. There wasn’t a second to pause or think, the adrenaline pushing me forward as I killed as many as I could, desperate to keep them at bay.

The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and the clash of metal surrounded me, but my thoughts were a whirlwind.

In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Steve, his shield crashing into one of the creature’s skulls, sending it flying. But before he could recover, more of them rushed him, swarming like wild animals. My heart pounded as I sprinted toward him, fear gripping me. He was surrounded.

I aimed quickly, squeezing the trigger—two clean headshots. My gun clicked empty, and without thinking, I hurled my knife at the third one, catching it in the neck just before it reached Steve.

He spun around, disposing of the last two with a powerful swing of his shield—one of T'Challa's vibranium designs—cutting through them effortlessly. He glanced up at me, his expression unreadable beneath the chaos, but I could see the silent gratitude in his eyes.

There wasn’t time to exchange words. More creatures rushed in from all sides, and we had no choice but to keep fighting.

Steve and I stood back to back, fighting off the hordes, but they were closing in. My knife wasn’t enough anymore; there were too many, too fast. Just as I felt like we might be overwhelmed, the sky above us lit up in a burst of colors.

A streak of lightning slammed into the ground just meters from us, creating a deafening crash. The blast threw some of the creatures off their feet, and through the fading light, I saw Thor, hammer in hand, standing tall among the chaos. Beside him were—what looked like a walking tree and a raccoon with a gun. For a split second, I wasn’t sure if I was hallucinating.

"Thank God," I muttered, relieved.

Steve laughed beside me, breathing hard. "He’s a god, alright."

Without missing a beat, Thor raised his hammer, his voice booming across the battlefield, "Bring me Thanos!"

With a surge of power, he leaped into the air, lightning crackling around him. The impact when he slammed down again was catastrophic, sending shockwaves through the enemy lines. Creatures were thrown aside, disintegrating under the force of his attack. For the first time, it felt like we had a chance.

Steve and I exchanged a glance—hope flickered in his eyes, but the battle was far from over.

Sam’s voice crackled through the comms, the urgency cutting through the chaos. “Guys, we got a Vision situation here.”

Steve reacted instantly, shouting back, “Somebody get to Vision!”

Banner’s voice came through next, strained and serious. “I got him.”

But a moment later, his voice returned, more frantic. “Guys, Vision needs backup now!”

I glanced at Steve, who had just taken down another creature with a swift kick. His eyes met mine, and before he could say anything, Bucky came up behind us, panting and gripping his machine gun.

“He’s somewhere in the woods,” Bucky said, short of breath but still ready to go.

Steve nodded, not hesitating. “You two, go help him out,” he ordered his voice firm despite the madness around us.

Without a second thought, Bucky and I sprinted toward the treeline, pushing through the chaos as fast as we could. Every second counted now, and Vision’s life—and the fate of everyone—was on the line.

We burst through the trees, and there they were—Vision and Wanda, crouched low to the ground, their expressions locked in terror. I followed their gaze and immediately spun around. My breath caught in my throat.

Thanos was already here.

Mist swirled from the portal he had just stepped through, his massive figure casting a shadow over the field. Every step he took was heavy, the ground seeming to tremble beneath his weight. He was even more imposing up close, the full force of his presence suffocating.

Without thinking, Bucky and I moved in front of Vision and Wanda, instinctively positioning ourselves as the last line of defense. My heart pounded, and the sound of my breath seemed deafening. Steve joined us, standing tall beside us, eyes sharp, his shield ready.

“Eyes up. Stay sharp,” Steve barked, his voice unwavering despite the impossible odds in front of us. Without waiting for a response, he charged forward, determination in every step.

But it was futile. Thanos barely lifted his arm, and with a simple flick of his wrist, Steve was sent flying across the field like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud.

I felt my stomach drop. His gauntlet glowed, the Infinity Stones pulsing with power—all except Vision’s, which shimmered in his forehead, the last piece of Thanos’s ultimate plan.

Thanos’s steps were slow and deliberate, each one bringing him closer, his gaze fixed on Vision. There was no stopping him. His presence was pure menace, a force of nature that would not be swayed. My hand tightened around my weapon, but deep down, I felt the dread creeping in. What could we possibly do against this?

Bucky's grip tightened on his gun beside me, but we both knew this fight was unlike any other. We had no choice but to stand our ground.

We exchanged a glance—both of us fully aware this might be the end. But something inside me felt different this time. I was tired. Tired of the fighting, tired of the endless battles that never seemed to stop. Even as I rushed forward, it wasn’t because I wanted to—I had no choice. That’s what it felt like now. No real choice.

Bucky opened fire first, unloading his entire clip into Thanos, but the bullets were worthless against him. Before he could react, Thanos flung him back like he was nothing, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

I hesitated. Every instinct told me to fight, but my body, my heart—they were done. Still, I ran at Thanos, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference. My knife never even got close. His gauntlet lit up, and with a casual swipe, he threw me back, my body slamming into a tree.

I lay there for a moment, the impact making everything blur around me. It hurt, but more than that—I was just exhausted. Fighting had become a reflex, not a purpose. I didn’t want to keep doing this, to keep throwing myself into battles I didn’t believe in anymore. But I had to—because if I didn’t if we didn’t, it was all over.

As Thanos kept moving forward, I tried to force myself up, but a part of me wished it would just stop. All of it.

I wanted to push myself up, but every part of my body screamed in pain. I could hear the others rushing toward him, and one by one, their screams filled the air as Thanos threw them aside just as easily as he had with me. It was like we were nothing to him—just insects standing between him and what he wanted.

Each scream, each heavy thud as someone hit the ground, sent a wave of helplessness through me. I was used to pain, to getting back up after being knocked down, but this—this was different. It wasn’t just the physical exhaustion; it was the endless cycle of fighting, losing, and fighting again. I was tired of it all.

I forced myself to my knees, wincing, but my body felt too heavy, too worn down. And even though my instincts told me to get up, to keep going, there was a part of me that didn’t want to anymore. I glanced up at Thanos as he kept marching forward, unstoppable, like everything we’d been fighting for meant nothing.

And maybe, in his eyes, it didn’t.

I watched in despair as Thanos made his way to Wanda and Vision. The scene unfolded in slow motion, a cruel twist as Thanos turned back time, erasing Wanda's sacrifice with a wave of his hand. Vision’s cries were heart-wrenching as Thanos crushed his head, prying the stone from his forehead. The finality of it all hit me hard—everything we had fought for, everything Wanda had given up, was rendered meaningless in a heartbeat.

"Nooo!" I screamed, the sound almost lost in the chaos around me. I barely had time to process the crushing blow when Thor descended from the sky with blinding speed, his axe roaring through the air and burying itself in Thanos’s chest. For a fleeting moment, relief washed over me. If anyone could stand against Thanos, it was a god.

But then I saw the look on Thor’s face, the sudden realization dawning. I watched in horror as Thanos lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. The world seemed to hold its breath, and I could only imagine the devastation that followed.

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