#Sam and Tony's pizzeria

[dinosaurwithablog]

I made a regular pie today. The dough was exceptionally light and crispy. As you can see, I should've popped the bubble in the crust, but i didn't see it until the pie was done. Around here, if I asked for a regular pie, I'd probably get a slice of apple pie. In New York, a large cheese pizza is called a regular pie. Different lingo, same great pizza!! 🍕 🍕 🍕 🍕 I love pizza!! ❤️ When i was a kid, every day after school, I'd go to Sam and Tony's pizzeria and get 2 slices. I loved going there. I'd eat pizza and play pinball. It was a lot of fun. Those were some great days, but I digress. Now that I have the secrets to making great pizza dough, I make a lot of pizza. It's all in the water. If you don't live in New York, you should use distilled water in your pizza dough recipe. Oh, oh.... I've said too much. I hope that the pizza police don't track me down. 😉😁 In the words of Julia Child... bon appétit!!😋😋😍😁

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lighting Bug - Chapter 22

Masterlist

Warning: guilt, form of self-harm, swearing, mention of death, Bucky needs a hug, mention of nightmares and past abuse

Relationships: Wandanat x daughter!reader, Maria x reader (platonic), Sam x reader (platonic), Bucky x reader (platonic), Rhodey x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3.5k

You were exhausted right down to your bones as you sat at the counter with a cup of tea in your hands and stared into the green liquid. There was no way you were falling asleep with those images moving in your head. “Hey kid,” Sam said suddenly. You jumped at the unexpected voice. “Are you okay? Your bagel has been done for a few minutes.” You forgot you put one in there. You stood up to grab it but Rhodey held out his hand to stop you. He grabbed a plate and placed the bagel on it then spread on it that you must have gotten out. Gods, you were beginning to lose it. You smiled as he sat in front of you.

“I didn’t sleep well last night.” You answered Sam.

“Nightmares?” Rhodey guessed.

“More like a memory,” you took a bite of your bagel, hoping they wouldn’t ask more questions.

“Rhodes and I haven’t gone to the batting cage in a while. Do you want to join us?” Sam asked. You stared at him, slowly chewing on the bagel. You had no idea what a batting cage was. “It’s a baseball thing. You go and hit baseballs and pretend to be a pro athlete.”

“Ohhh,” you said, standing up to throw the other half of your bagel away. “You could have just said that.” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Sure I have nothing planned for today.” Plus it would be nice to get out of the tower. “FRIDAY, can you tell Natasha and Wanda where I’m going to be?” You made a mental note to ask Tony for a new phone.

“Of course, Miss. Y/n,” the AI said. “Have fun you three.” It was a 45-minute drive from the tower in a part of town you had never been to. ‘Caesar’s Bat and Pizzeria.

“Can we get pizza after?” You asked as Rhodey parked the car and you unblocked your seat belt.

“We can get whatever you want,” he said. The three of you got out of the car and walked over to the building. Sam held open the door for you. The sound of loud arcade machines and laughter made you jump.

“My favorite Avengers!” A man said from behind a counter. “Where the hell have you two been? Thought you forgot about ol'Casear.” Sam chuckled.

“Hard to forget you, big man,” Caesar glared at him.

“Are you calling me fat?” You tried to cover your laugh with a cough but Caesar glanced at you. “You guys adopt a kid or something.”

“Eh kind of,” Rhodey shrugged. “You got a spot open for us.” The man continued to stare at you but you smiled and gave him a small wave.

“Yeah, same spot as always,” he said. “Come find me if you need anything.” You followed the two Avengers to a stall in the corner, there was no one next to you, and you were grateful to look like an idiot in front of some strangers. The space reminded you of the shooting range at the tower but instead of targets at the end, there was a screen.

“Wait,” you said, sitting down. “How is any of this safe with it being inside and this close to one another?” Sam smiled.

“It’s all VR,” he pulled out his wallet and pulled out his wallet, took out a car with the shop’s logo, and scanned it at the table you were sitting at. The table changed to a TV screen and it showed a baseball stadium. “You can change the stadium where you are hitting. We’ll keep it at Yankee for now.” Rhodey appeared with a bat and goggles. “Watch this.” You watched Rhodey put on the goggles and stepped into the open space. The screen changed to a character stepping up to bat. “You can change the speed of the ball pitched, complete challenges, and set up tournaments.” He began and he hit the first ball pitched to him. It sounded like you were at a baseball game.

“This is cool,” you said. “Is this place new?”

“Sort of,” Sam looked around to make sure no one was near and leaned closer. “Caesar isn’t from here.” What the hell did that mean?

“Come again? Like he’s not American.” He glared at you before rolling his eyes.

“No, like not from Earth.”

“He’s an alien?!” You half shouted in surprise. Sam put his hand over your mouth, still glaring at you. You pulled his hand off. “You just told me a man isn’t from Earth, how did you expect me to react?”

“With a little more respect and dignity,” you punched him playfully. “Besides he’s not an alien, he’s a Skrull,” you stared at him, head tilted to the side. “Oh my god,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Skrulls are shapeshifters and their planet was destroyed so until Fury and Carol can find them a new home, they are living here,” you frowned.

“Why can’t they just live here?” You asked.

“Because humans aren’t known to accept those who are different,” Rhodey said, taking off the googles. Well, you knew that firsthand. “Do you want a turn?” He asked you.

“Uh maybe I’ll watch Sam then I’ll go.” While Sam was taking his turn, you went to get drinks from Caesar’s daughter. Her name was Jasmine and you liked her, her smile was infectious but you couldn’t help but watch the father-daughter duo. If anyone but Sam told you they weren’t human, you would think they were crazy. You guessed that was the problem with the world you lived in, some people had to hide their true selves just to survive.

“Alright, kid, batter up,” Sam said, handing you the VR set. You smiled, taking it from him. Oh, you wished you could make the world a better place.

*

While Sam and Rhodey were waiting to get their pizza from Jasmine, you were sitting at one of the empty high tops and eating away at one of the cheese slices. You tried to wait for the two Avengers but the smell was making your stomach growl. “I know you,” Caesar said, walking over to you as you sipped on your blue Gatorade. You stared at the man as he sat in the empty chair next to you. You hopped he knew you, you spent like 2 hours at his fine establishment. “Hey,” he stuck his finger at you. “Your that teenager that can cast spells and shit.” You blinked at him.

“You mean conduct electricity.” He snapped his fingers.

“That’s the one,” he tapped his fingers against the table and looked at you then to the Avengers. “People are talking about you.”

“Me?” You questioned. “Whose talking about me?”

“The type of people you ain’t want talking,” Oh. Well, that sort of answered your question. “Look, kid, something ain’t right. People are talking, then disappearing, and ol’Caesar is just trying to run a business, you hear?”

“Why are you telling me this and not the two Avengers behind you?” You hissed, leaning closer to him.

“Hey, watch the attitude, short stuff,” you leaned back in your chair, mouth slightly open. “Just because I listen don’t mean I know what’s going on,” you rolled your eyes. “My advice is keep your ears open and listen. Maybe you can figure out what’s going on before everything goes to shit.” He mumbled the last part and left before Sam and Rhodey joined you.

“Don’t listen to anything that nut job rambles about,” Rhodey said. “He’s got a few screws loose.” You smiled, giggling slightly. But what he said rattled you to your bones. What the hell was going on?

*

Caesar was saying goodbye to Sam and told him to not be a stranger. Your eyes wandered to the small arcade they had. There was a crane game filled with small rubber ducks. You walked over to it and looked at all the different duck variations - one was dressed like a police officer, and another had a book. But one that caught your eye was a duck wearing a green jersey with a soccer ball. It looked familiar. There was a memory deep within you but everything you tried to grab onto it slipped out of your fingers like water or smoke, the longer you stared at the dumb duck. “Hey, kid,” Rhodey said. “Are you ready?” You nodded, walking over to him.

“Bye Caesar,” you waved as Rhodey held open the door for you.

“See you around, short stuff,” you rolled your eyes and walked to the car.

“Short stuff, eh?” Rhodey teased. He got into the driver’s seat. You huffed, buckling into the back.

“Don’t even start,” he laughed as Sam finally got into the passenger seat.

“Sorry about that. Caesar likes to talk,” you giggled and Rhodey started the drive back home.

*

“That was a lot of fun,” you said to Sam as you exited the elevator to the common floor. “We should do that again.” Your smile faltered as Bucky turned around from his conversation with Maria. The color drained from his face as if he were looking at a ghost. He left without another word to you, Sam, or Maria.

“Okay,” Maria slowly said. “I wasn’t done talking to him.” You sighed.

“Not your fault, kid,” Sam smiled, resting his hand on your shoulder. “He just needs to get out of his head. I’ll go talk to him.” Before he turned to leave, he reached into this pocket and handed you a rubber duck. The same one you were looking at. Before you could say anything, he smiled and left.

“What was that about?” She questioned. You looked at the duck and put it in your pocket.

“It’s a long story,” you said. “Do you want the spark-notes version of the story?” She nodded. So, you gave her a short-handed version of the story you gave to the other Avengers. It was surprisingly easier.

“Shit,” you said. “I missed one hell of a party.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “So,” she leaned back in her chair. “A little spider told me that I’m going to be training you. Are you thinking about joining this ragtag group? Fury said you did well in Overwatch .” You shrugged, tracing the random designs on the table.

“I don’t know,” you said. You weren’t against being an Avenger, maybe in a year or two but right now you weren’t ready. “I just want to get my powers under control so I don’t hurt myself or anyone else.” Maria smiled.

“I can help with that but I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you are Romanoff’s kid,” it wasn’t the first time someone at the tower referred to you as Natasha’s or Wanda’s kid but every time a warm feeling spread across your body. Your parents were never proud of you. They barely gave you enough to survive.

“I expect nothing less,” you said. “Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?”

“Stop asking people that,” Natasha said before Maria could answer. The Black Widow appeared behind you. You pouted which caused her to roll her eyes.

“Awe come on Nat,” Maria said. “Let the kid learn how to shoot. Are you afraid she’ll be better than you?” Natasha ruffled your hair.

“Yeah,” she deadpanned. “That’s exactly why I don’t want her shooting a gun,” you pushed her hand away and fixed your hair. “But we can teach her how to be safe around one.”

“How about we stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Maria hushed you.

“I’m wheeling and dealing for your benefit so hush,” she teased. You stuck out your tongue at her. Maria gasped. “Do you want to start training right now?”

“Children,” Natasha warned. “No fighting on the common floor. The last time a fight broke out we needed a new TV and a couch,” you giggled. “Come on, kid. Tony wants to have a meeting about your schooling.” You nodded. “We’ll figure out a training schedule that won’t conflict with her classes.” She said to Maria.

“Aye, aye captain,” she gave the Black Widow a salute. You smiled at the interaction.

“See you around, Maria,” you said and followed Natasha to Tony’s lab where Wanda was already there. You weren’t nervous. The test was the hard part of all of this and they were proud of how you did. But it was nice having the couple on either side of you as Tony rattled off a plan. The textbooks you needed were already ordered, minus a math textbook that he already had, and if you needed additional books for essays or projects he gave you a debit card to buy them. You didn’t bother putting up a fight with that. As for your ‘teachers’, Vision was going to help you with history, Bruce and Tony were for math and science, and your training with Maria counted as your physical education credit. The extracurricular would be business with Pepper and art with Steve, the two agreed to shadow you during those times. It seemed like a lot of work but you were ready to finally go to school and learn.

*

You had to get out of the tower. Every room you entered and Bucky so happened to be there, he left. It was a little maddening. So, you sat on the balcony with a textbook in your lap and the rubber duck in your hand. There was a part of you that was associating this duck with Bucky. But that couldn’t be correct. “Hi,” you spun around to see Steve walking over to you and hiding the duck underneath the book. You smiled at the blonde and looked at the book. You figured he was here to talk about Bucky. God, it felt like when you first moved to the tower. Instead of you running away, it was him. Steve sighed and sat down next to you. “Beautiful view,” he said, looking towards the city. “What are you doing up here?”

“Just reading,” you gestured to the book in your lap. It wasn’t the full truth but it got the point across.

“It’s about Buck, right?”

“I just don’t want him to be uncomfortable in his home,” you shrugged.

“It’s your home too,” he sat down next to you. That was true. You tapped your fingers on the page you were reading.

“He was here first,” Steve nodded and put his arms on the back of the chair. He didn’t continue the conversation so you went back to reading about ration language and how it was used to describe the association between two or more qualities. You were learning that you did not like math.

“Do you blame him for what he did to you?” Steve broke the silence. The question made you look up at the city. “It’s okay if do. The whole situation is so complicated. Complicated. That was one word that barely touched the surface to describe the relationship you had with Bucky Barnes.

“I don’t,” you softly said. You saw the super solider look away from the city but you kept your eyes trained on the skyline. “At first I did but we were both just trying to survive. It’s not our fault that some of the world is evil and we were subjected to it.” Steve chuckled and you looked at him.

“You’ve changed so much from that little girl that Wanda and Natasha brought to the tower,” he said while standing up.

“Wait, is that a good thing?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of your head. “A very good thing.”

*

As night fell on the tower, everyone seemed to be asleep except you and the former Winter Solider. His back was to you so he didn’t see you, which didn’t give him a chance to run away. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” The soldier jumped and spun around to look at you. “Don’t run from me, please,” you pleaded. You heard him sigh and stand up to join you in the kitchen. He sat on the island with his hands folded on the counter. You began the process of making the hot chocolate in silence. But you noticed he wasn’t looking at you, he stared at his hands as if he was afraid he was going to snap and hurt you. When the hot chocolate was done and topped with marshmallows and cinnamon, you pushed his mug over to him. He wouldn’t take it. You sipped on yours. “Are you okay, Bucky?” You asked. “I want to help but I can’t if you don’t tell me what I can do.”

“How can you be in the same room as me?” He softly asked. “After everything, I did to you.”

“That wasn’t you,” you simply said, sipping on your hot chocolate.

“I could have killed you,” he finally looked at you. Since last night, Bucky wouldn’t allow you to get this close to him. His eyes were bloodshot.

“No,” you firmly said. “The Winter Solider almost killed me. Bucky Barnes would never.” You held his stare, blue eyes locked onto yours until he looked away. “How much do you remember about our time together?” You asked. Bucky sighed.

“It comes and goes,” he said. “Like waves, crashing into me and I’m drowning.” You smiled, tracing the rim of your mug. The marshmallows were melted and stuck to your finger.

“Me too,” you admitted. “It wasn’t all bad.” You licked the marshmallow off your finger and put your hand in your pocket. “My brain clouded all the good with the bad. Do you want to hear one of the good ones?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.” You smiled.

“I hadn’t seen you for a few days and I knew better than to ask about you because that resulted in a punishment,” he chuckled slightly. “One day I was brought into a room and you were there. I think they wanted you to train me and you did but I hurt my shoulder. I tried to hide my tears but you knelt at my level, whipped away my tears, and reached into your pocket,” you mimicked this part of your story and held out your hand. “And when you opened it, there was a little rubber duck.” You showed him the duck.

“What?” He questioned. “A rubber duck?” You smiled as the confusion was all over his face. “You’re making this up.”

“I’m not,” you laughed at the deadpanned look he was giving you. “I swear! Look I was equally confused when you handed it to me. It was a rubbed duck just like this one,” you placed it on the counter between you and him. When your laughter died down, your smile became sad. “When I destroyed the faculty, I tried to find it but it was destroyed in the fire.” Finally, he took a sip of his no longer hot chocolate and picked up the duck with his flesh hand.

“I need time to process the new memories,” you nodded.

“I got nothing but time,” you said. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “For the talk and the hot chocolate.”

“Of course,” you cleaned your mug. “Try to get some sleep. Good night.”

“Night, doll,” he said. But you knew sleep wasn’t going to be an option for you. Every time you closed your eyes, your past played out in front of you. It was like Yelena said, there was a scab over a wound you had and although it was healing every time you rubbed against it it hurt more. Your feet led you to the training area, and the sound of your footsteps echoed against the quiet room. It was weird being here when no one else was here. You could do anything without the watchful eyes of the Avengers. You could train, lift some weights, or go for a run. Instead, you walked over to the machine Tony and Bruce built you.

It was in the corner of the room, a white sheet over it that you took off and stared at the machine. Fingertips tracing every part of it. With a sigh, you took a few steps from it and faced the machine. You closed your eyes and let out a few deep breaths. When you open your eyes, you let out of stream of electricity towards the target. You only cut it off when the batteries were full but it wasn’t enough. So you replaced the full batteries with empty ones and did it again. And again. And again. Until your chest was heaving and your legs felt like jello. A yawn escaped your lips and you took it as your sign to be done. You recovered the machine and took a long walk back to your room.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a dreamless sleep.

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[karimac]

...in the details, Part 11

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Word count: 3.1k, give or take a word. Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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That last Flag Smasher lived up to her to name as she sent you flying through the air and crashing into a pizzeria’s brick wall near that bus. You’d been to this Ray’s location, and you felt bad because the guy had just gotten his windows replaced after some idiot tried to rob a nearby bank and used a sonic weapon to make his point. Now that Tony was gone, these tech geniuses started crawling out of the woodwork because they suspected no one could stop them. It was a good thing Wong liked that Ray’s too, and, how did Sam put it? Oh yeah. Wong whammied the jackass to Riker’s Island?

You looked over toward where the kids had been teleported, and you thanked the pantheon those students and their teacher had been safely removed from danger. They’d have quite the tale to tell their pals at Dr. Daniel Bright Elementary School, the Home of the Bears! At least that’s what their shirts said.

You would never have expected John Walker to be the one to come give you an assist, but there he was, remnants of his homemade shield in hand, fighting off another jacked-up assailant who was trying to keep this horror show going.

Before you could feel the back of your head, everything went white, and you suddenly were not trying to get back to your feet on that New York street. You were Goddess knows where, and your sister Dana was trying to get you moving.

“Kari, please. Pete needs healing, and I am not up to it,” your sister said as her hands shook. They were covered in the blood of one Pete Wisdom, cranky Brit spy and current MI 13 agent. A mutant with the power of hot knives coming from his fingertips. But how did you suddenly know all that?

Back home, Dana was never one to rely on the use of magic for very much. Tall and thin with short dark hair and piercing blue-green eyes, Dana would have reminded many of the actress Keira Knightley. She was a lawyer by trade and a badass by nature.

And to top that all off, Dana was long dead. At least back home she was. She’d been killed during a standoff at a court house. Her client was a mystic, and some maniac hit Dana with a poisoned dart that was meant for said client.

She was, in this place anyway, terrified about losing her true love. You could feel the pain radiating off her in waves.

“I’ve got him,” you said as you placed your hands over Wisdom as you noticed many other members of the X-Men in the middle of some bloody brawl against an as yet unseen foe. But if you were seeing this, was their Kari suddenly at the mercy of the Flag Smashers now?

As you concentrated, you felt the pull of your own world and the tug of at least a dozen more. This was all going to pot fast, and you had no idea why all these pieces of you were making you into the human equivalent of taffy.

{{What the hell is Bucky going to think?}} you mused, keeping your thoughts to yourself as much as you could in case a family psionic link was being used. These people might have never met a Bucky Barnes, and you did not need to sit here explaining everything.

He would have gotten quite the laugh out of the spandex uniform you were wearing. Blue and yellow with a red X in a circle on each shoulder. What had possessed you to wear this outfit in this world was beyond you, but you hoped you’d find a more suitable one soon. It drew too much attention for your liking.

“I think most of these wounds are clean and healing,” you said as you looked up at Dana, the small smile of relief on her face worth every bit of energy you put into healing her lover. “But have him checked out when this is over. Pete can be too damned stubborn, so wheel him into med bay if you need to.”

You started to get up, but you turned your head to see if you could figure out which world this was before you got to your feet. Was this the one with Nathan Summers? Or maybe this was the world with Logan Howlett? Steve Rogers? Thor? It always got too confusing when those little shards Merlin sent into the multiverse actually started to make themselves a bit too vocal. It gave you headaches, and sometimes you wondered if it was making you crazy. You would have spoken to Bruce about it, but he likely wouldn’t have had many answers about it. And telling Sam or Bucky anything was out of the question, at least for now.

The ground around you started to shake as a Sentinel, a large robotic killing machine, made its way onto the battlefield, and the world went white again.

“Barnes! Wilson! I think your girl needs a medic!” Walker shouted as he stood over you. It didn’t take long for Bucky and Sam to make it to your side. You knew that much, even if you appeared to be dead to rights to everyone else. The screwy link to Bucky, courtesy of Wanda, still seemed to be quite active in your head. But you were not too certain it was in Bucky’s anymore. Pity that.

“Kari! Kari! Wake up!” he shouted as he knelt at your side while Sam checked for a pulse. You felt his hand on your wrist, and you tried to open your eyes. You just couldn’t at the moment.

When the white haze vanished this time, you realized you were still no closer to home than you were a few moments ago. You hissed under your breath as you looked up at the night sky, the battle dress of your last location now replaced by some Celtic-inspired gown of green velvet. You smiled as you looked over to see both Steve and Bucky, but they didn’t seem to be as pleased by whatever was going on. They were dressed in some sort of modified armor and looked more like men from your early life at the Tara Mount or Camelot than two men from 1940s Brooklyn. Only thing missing at the moment were their horses.

“Are you back?” were the only words Steve uttered before a volley of flaming arrows came over the parapet of the castle where the three of you apparently lived in this world. “Your Majesty?”

Oh, this world you did not like thinking about at all, and that was because you were queen of this place, and you were always more happy being a field general than you were as a member of the ruling class. Living in a tower, be it ivory or stone, sucked.

“No, I am not your queen, but I take it she has explained it all to you?” you asked just as both men pushed you back to the ground as more arrows came toward you. You tried to put up a shield but could not. No powers. This was new and most unwelcome.

“I will try to get her back to you as fast as I can,” you said to Steve and Bucky before the castle shook as a flaming boulder slammed the wall just behind you. “I am so sorry you had to go through this.”

“Ssh, we understand,” Bucky whispered in your ear just as he grabbed your left hand and Steve your right. They both looked concerned as hell, and not just because you were their queen. This one felt different. Polyamory? That was your closest guess as you smiled and squeezed both men’s hands.

{{Why is this happening?}} you thought as you felt both men move off you, and as they did, your reality was flipped once more, the white haze returning again.

“Should we call Strange? He might be better than a regular hospital run,” Sam suggested as Walker sent the last of the combatants to dream land with a couple of upper cuts now that his shield was kaput. “Are you still connected to her? That stuff Wanda did?”

“Sam, I wish I were, but I can’t feel a thing,” Bucky replied as he continued to kneel next to you. “I am not crazy about that damned link thing, but right now I’d take it.”

As your eyes blinked this time, your last location gave way to a crazed looking steampunk version of London with banners bearing your father Ronan’s face flying from every building in sight. You usually did not hate seeing the man who many said resembled Liam Neeson, but this was insane.

In this world your father was the worst despot known in history, and you had fled his court to marry Ryu, a demon warlord of the House Harada. Your sister Hayley, known as Camellia in this realty, had done much the same, but her life was tied to the son of Vlad Tepes. You really could not stay here long. Death was not something you wanted to face, and in this dimension, it was more likely than not to happen. Ronan did not like the “gutter trash” of the world mixing with the pure mystic blood of his family, even if he had fathered a bastard or two along the way himself. If your father had ever met his doppelganger, well, it would not have been pretty. Your father was fair, loving and tolerant beyond measure. This version was a sadistic imitation at best.

{{Need to get back to Bucky and Sam now, before I end up dead}}

Two sets of hands grabbed your upper arms and pulled you backward, and thank heaven that action seemed to send you home to your own world where Bucky was hovering over you. The lights of an ambulance were visible just down the block, and you could smell the aroma of garlic someone had burned wafting out of the pizzeria window. But you could also hear the whispers from that last world as you regained your senses. Two men seemed to be very happy you were not dead, but they were also shocked that you weren’t.

“Hey, you back with us?” Bucky asked as he, Sam and Walker all stood looking at you. You wanted to throw up, but you would not do it in front of these gentlemen.

“Sorry. That eejit packed quite a wallop,” you said as you grabbed Bucky’s arm to get back to your feet. “I’ll be fine. But I do feel sorry for the guy who owns this place.”

“Her version of fine and mine are very different,” Walker said as he looked down at his now broken shield. “You may want to have those medics check her out to be on the safe side. I thought I heard her speaking Japanese a few minutes ago, and I have no idea who she was talking to, Barnes.”

“I am here, Walker, and I can speak for myself. Tourists. I interacted with them earlier,” you said, lying through your blood-covered teeth as you tried to keep the trio off the scent of what was really happening. “The bump on the wall made me get hazy for a few minutes, so the most recent language set started playing in my head. Telepathy can be a bitch. I’ll be fine. I’m pretty damned hard to kill.”

“I don’t care what you say, we are having someone check you out,” Bucky said as Sam nodded in agreement. “You missed Sam’s speech. It was pretty amazing.”

“I heard some of it,” you said as you tapped your temple. “I’d have helped with the truck, but those kids needed me here.”

As you looked toward the ambulance and dreaded having to go see the medics at all, you heard what could only be called a “squee” from a group of teens near one of the police barricades. You recognized the girl with the high pitched joyful tone from a local vlog about The Avengers. She lived in Jersey City and had a thing for sloths. She also shared a name with a famous politician, albeit it was pronounced differently.

“Guys, hold up a minute. You too, Walker,” you said as you waved to the girl and her male companion. “Nice Captain Marvel shirt, my dear. She’d get a kick out of seeing it.”

“Oh my Gawd! Bruno!” the girl shouted before the police tried to keep them behind the barricade. “They saw it!”

You hobbled over to them, much to Sam and Bucky’s chagrin. “You two should be headed home before you’re missed. I know what a pain curfews can be. Many a time I’ve avoided them myself. But that was in the Sixth Century, so maybe that doesn’t count too much?”

“The subways are all shut down, and we can’t get a bus right now,” Bruno said as his friend pulled out her phone. “Kamala, that may not be a good idea…”

“Kamala Khan. Sloth Baby, right?” you asked before another “squee” escaped the girl’s lips. “Trust me, guys. Cap, you may want to talk to these two over here,” you said as you motioned for Sam to walk over. “I mean, this is Captain America after all, and he just gave the speech of his life. I need to go get my head examined, and I mean that quite literally,” you said as you pointed to the back of your head. “Good luck, Kamala and Bruno. Oh, and if you are ever in Manhattan at a more reasonable hour, come pay me a visit,” you said as you made two business cards appear out of thin air. “Lunch is on me. Sam, be nice to these two,” you said as you waved to Walker to join you and Bucky. “These two can keep me in line with the medics.”

“And why do I not believe that for one second?” Walker asked as you laughed.

“John. May I call you that?” you asked as you leaned more into Bucky’s arm as you kept walking. “None of this, from Baltimore to Madripoor and now Manhattan, has worked out as any of us had hoped. Especially for you. I can see things that are coming in small ways, and I know our paths will all cross again. People enter our lives for a lot of reasons. All I can hope is that, when we do meet again, we are all on the same side and without as much angst. Buck, I can go to the medics myself. Maybe you and John should finish that talk you started before,” you said as you pointed at your head. “Before I made the dent in the wall of Ray’s.”

“You really going to do it?” Bucky asked as you pointed toward the ambulance and walked slowly toward it. As you sat down on the step near the rear door, you looked first at Bucky and John, and then back toward where Sam was actually talking to Kamala and Bruno.

“You didn’t tell them, did you?” a tall woman said as she came up to check your wounds. “That you knew I’d be here?”

“Enya, I haven’t told them about you or Dev or Mina yet, and I am certainly not about to tell them I alerted you before this all started tonight,” you said as your sister-in-law Enya Sun slowly healed you of your wounds. A daughter of Avalon and one of their best warrior priestesses of the Holy Isle, Enya made short work of your issues, but she made it seem a lot longer so that those who needed to talk could do so. It was a long practiced ritual you had both done on battlefields for centuries. Your tiny bit for peace. That’s what Dev always called it.

“What did you see? You went walking again, didn’t you?” Enya asked as she tried to “balance” your body, mind and spirit after that attack. “Walking” was what Enya called your contact with the parts of you in other worlds.

“I saw enough to know trouble is coming, but I can’t tell what the hell it is yet,” you replied as you flexed your shoulders before smiling up at Enya. “Three places this time. One was Londinium. You know how much I hate that place. But two men were able to touch me. I have no idea who they are, but they seemed surprised to see me. One reminded me of my father. My actual father. Not that crazy copy.”

“That stupid spell you did made it worse. You know that, right?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned your gaze back to Bucky. “He does not need me making a mess of his life again. I’m hoping he hits it off with Sam’s sister. She’s…”

“Normal? Not a mystic? What?”

“Not me. I’ll leave it at that. He deserves so much more than…”

“More than someone who loves him like you do? Than someone who nearly burned Hydra to the ground in his name?”

“He deserves peace,” you said quietly as you got back to your feet. “They all do. And you and I know it will never happen.”

“Too damned cynical for our own good,” Enya added with a laughed. “I’m going to get you home now. You need sleep. And tomorrow we can talk about Silver Hand over there.”

“Don’t call him that. He’s the White Wolf. Winter Soldier if you must. But he is not some Celtic hero reborn.”

“Call him tomorrow, OK?” Enya asked as she slung your gear over her back and opened a portal to Brooklyn. She whistled at Bucky so he could see you exit the area with her. The last thing you heard was Bucky groaning and throwing his hands in the air.

Next: Part 12, or Is this the moment of truth?

Taglist: @arrthurpendragon, @historygeekfics, @starryeyes2000, @chickensarentcheap

[jessehart]

"What's a Ghibli movie?" Jesse asked, the question almost offhand as his eyes scoured the buildings for the one he was looking for. He caught sight of the yellow-edged sign he recognized— the pizza genuinely one of his go-to hangover foods— and nodded his chin in its direction. Sam was still talking and he was still half-listening, snorting once a little hollowly as she reminded him that all of this really was him just getting started. It was almost nice, though, having this one degree of separation from his own feelings. He couldn't find it in himself to care. Was he blowing everything up? Who cared? Not him.

The enthusiasm in her voice drew him back, one side of his mouth hooking up as she told him her major. It made sense. He thought you probably had to have a limitless imagination, a spirit with wings that hadn't been broken and instead been allowed to soar. Honestly, it felt a little bit naïve— a lot naïve, really— but he didn't get the same joy out of stomping out the light in other people as much as his father did, so he said nothing. "Really?" he asked instead, brows rising as high as the situation called for. That all sounded like it was impressive and so his face said he was impressed. "What kind of stuff do you write?"

The well-worn brick building came into view, the small strip home to several other shops, the pizzeria nestled directly in the middle. The derelict sign with its chipped yellow paint welcomed them to Tony's Pizzeria and he moved to pull the door open for her. The smell was like a physical thing as it rushed through the open door and the twist in Jesse's stomach said he wasn't actually all that hungry. Not for food, at least. "You wanna go grab a table? I'll order. What kind of pizza do you like?"

"Really? I love a Goofy Movie," she said, nodding her head. It was actually a very good movie, but she hadn't seen it in a really long time if she actually thought about it. It was more like she remembered liking it, more than she really remembered the movie. "All we need to do is find a place around here that makes food like it came from a Ghibli movie and then there will be no reason at all to go anywhere else at all." Not that she wanted to stay on campus forever. That sound like the worst possible outcome, and she'd really enjoyed Ogden too! She imagined she probably would have liked it a lot more if there wasn't all this weirdness that was going on around it. She smiled, and laughed a little at the assessment of what she'd meant to say, but didn't argue, and took him at his word. She reached over patting him on the back between his shoulder blades, and looking sympathetic. "I suppose that's all just getting started too." Unlike a lot of other things someone could study. Pre-Med was just that, pre- everything you actually had to do to become some sort of medical professional. She liked school, but that seemed stressful.

"Creative Writing and Classics!" Sam said, grinning back at Jesse as she followed his lead towards where this pizza place was. "I've been writing since I was pretty much a baby," she said, obviously exaggerating. "In elementary school, and middle school I got a lot of attention for it, and awards and stuff. And was able to get a scholarship to a very nice private High School, and I did well, and now here I am." Sam didn't really know if someone of Jesse's background would really fully understand how all of that was nearly impossible for someone like her. Who lacked any kind of connection to any of these fancy schools. She didn't think there was anyone who could have had a more different background to her than Jesse, but that's what made life interesting, right? "Mostly all the classes have been learning structure, and preparing to read a lot of Homer and Virgil. Not so much actual writing or reading yet, honestly. But I'm only still a Freshman, and I'm trying to get all my required credits out of the way first. So I can't complain."

[lillywillow]

Bon Appetit

Summary: After every team mission, it became a tradition to get takeout for everyone.

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 972

 Square Filled: B5- Takeout/ Pizza

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Gender Neutral Reader  

 Warnings: None

 Nobody knows exactly how it started but all that mattered was that it became a tradition. After a long, tough mission, someone would go out and get some kind of takeout for everybody. Clint found a place in Harlem that made the best barbeque, Peter found a place in Queens that made excellent sandwiches, Tony’s go-to place was the shawarma place they went to after the Battle of New York, pretty much everyone on the team had somewhere special they liked to get food from. Sometimes, it wasn’t the greatest, like that time Bruce tried to get healthy food from a vegan place or that one time Sam ordered from a place where the burgers tasted like a sponge between two pieces of cardboard. It was usually up to the person who was the least banged up who had to go and make the order.

…

 With another mission completed, The Avengers retreated back to the tower. Clint put ice packs or bags of frozen vegetables on his aching muscles, Bruce was doing some meditation, Tony slumped on the table, Nat treated her injuries… pretty much everyone needed a little quiet time after that one. Bucky was surprised how well off he actually made it out. Being in not too bad of shape, he took out a pen and a notebook.

 “I’m getting pizza. What does everybody want?”

 Everyone babbled their orders to him and after deciphering all the information, stood up.

 “I’ll go with you,” you grunted, getting to your feet.

 “You sure? You can stay here if you’re too injured.

 “Nah, I’m good. Mostly just stiff. Ready to go?”

 Bucky nodded and the pair of you made your way out.

…

 A while later, Bucky took you to a little pizzeria that had been in Brooklyn since the 40’s.

 “I’m surprised it’s still here…” Bucky muttered wistfully.

 You gave him an incredulous look.

 “Don’t tell me you drove all the way out here on the off chance that this place may or may not still be here…”

 “No, no. I’ve been here a few times before now. Steve and I have been tracking down some of our old haunts back in the day. A lot of them are gone now but some have survived but with modern upgrades,” Bucky explained.

 The inside looked like an old-fashioned pizza place, completed with a few arcade games in the corner. The man at the counter called Bucky over and asked his order in his thick, Brooklyn accent. Bucky relayed each Avenger’s order. The guy decided it would just be easier to take the whole note and went back into the kitchen.

 “This place is so different from when Steve and I used to visit here. It’s all… new…”

 You couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

 “What?” he huffed, the blood rising to his cheeks.

 “Nothing. It’s just… You look at this place and see it as new. Anyone else would look at it and think it’s old fashioned…”

 He started to become flustered and defensive but you placed a hand on his arm.

 “There’s nothing wrong with that, Bucky. I mean, look at all the different age groups we have in our little team. There’s you and Steve from the 40’s, most of the team are roughly in the same age range and then you get Peter who’s on the modern end of the scale. We each have our own slang, our own tastes in music, our own styles but that’s what makes us great…”

 Bucky smiled softly at your words.

 “Thanks, Y/N.”

 “You’re welcome. Now, do you want me to teach you how to play the arcade games?” you asked.

 Bucky smiled back and allowed you to teach him how to play. He was a little nervous about breaking the machines with his metal hand so you would work half the controllers. You played until your order was called up. The guy gave you some judgemental looks about some of the orders but you just shrugged, paid for the pizzas and left.

…

 The moment you arrived home, the others ascended upon you like seagulls at the beach. Everyone grabbed their pizza and began eating.

 “Can someone feed me? I’m too sore to move,” Scott groaned.

 “Just do what I’m doing,” Clint shrugged.

 He was laying back on the couch with a slice of pizza on his chest that he was slowly dragging into his mouth with each bite, grease seeping into his shirt.

 “Clint, that’s disgusting. At least get a napkin,” Nat chided.

 “Don’t wanna,” he whined.

 “Legolas may be onto something,” Tony muttered, using a similar method to Clint but with his head and body slumped on the table.

 Nat scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes.

 “I still think you guys should have given my place another chance,” Bruce mused.

 “Bruce, no offense but if we’re coming off a rough mission, we want something greasy, fatty and on occasion, smothered in chocolate. Not health food,” Sam sighed, tucking into his second slice.

 Bruce shrugged and finished his fill, deciding to tidy up a little.

 “Next time, I know a great little Asian cuisine place,” you offered.

 People muttered their agreement and continued eating.

 “This is actually pretty good, Barnes,” Clint praised.

 “Thanks,” Bucky smiled a little.

 The team soon fell silent as everybody ate or finished eating. This was exactly what they all needed. Some time to wind down with good food and good company. Bucky would definitely have to order from there again. He felt great knowing that one of his choices brought everyone together so well and they all loved it.

[sawelyart]

Steve Rogers’s Fashion Week

Or what happens when Steve's insufferable friends can't stand to see him in a boring grey t-shirt anymore and decide to help him make better fashion choices.

It all starts when for the whole damn week Steve accidentally shows up in the Avengers Facility in the same old grey t-shirt, and everyone cannot seem to stop themselves from teasing him for that. Steve tries to tell them that these are actually different t-shirts; it is just that he happens to have several ones that look exactly the same. Unfortunately, with this comment, he only makes everything seem even worse for himself. Especially, considering that his boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, is practically a fashion icon.

So eventually, his brilliant friends decide to help him find his own personal style by choosing him some new clothes. At first, Steve is hesitant but then the team dares him to do it by saying that if he can endure seven days of these dress-up shenanigans, no one would ever bring the subject of his fashion choices up ever again. Even more, Tony promises him a mysterious prize.

Monday is Sam's day and, out of the kindness of his soul, he chooses something sensible: stylish but nothing over the top. Isn’t it nice to have a friend sometimes?

Things are heating up on Tuesday when Natasha’s in charge. Steve just cannot believe that THIS pair of jeans is going to fit him, and he is pretty sure that later this evening Bucky would have to cut them off of him. However, Natasha never misses, so the clothes actually fit perfectly, and that day Steve is getting plenty of compliments on the account of his great American ass.

On Wednesday, Peter, who is just trying to forget everything that went on Tuesday, dresses Steve according to the hottest GenZers’ fashion trends. Later this day, Steve even becomes a street-style icon on TikTok.

Clint is supposed to be choosing Steve’s clothes on Thursday, yet he forgets all about it, and Steve ends up with only things that he managed to find on such short notice. So that day, he is wearing old training pants that were a Lucky’s dog bed for the last few weeks and a skintight t-shirt that is a part of «Shrek’s Pizza» merchandise. He may look awful, but the pizzeria gives him three pizzas instead of two that night, so Steve considers it a win.

There is a charity gala on Friday, and Tony & Pepper insist on being responsible for how Steve looks on the red carpet. Actually, they just let their personal stylist handle it, but it still counts. Eventually, Steve and Bucky go to the gala in matching suits and end up on the top of the best-dressed couples list.

After such an eventful day, on Saturday, only the strongest of the Avengers can still come up with the ideas for Steve’s wardrobe: Wanda, who can create a reality where she does not have a hangover, and Yelena, who is… Well, she just lived in Russia for a very long time. They decide to go with something practical yet with a hint of nostalgia for the golden age of American television, and they give Steve a red cardigan with numerous pockets. In the evening, poor Steve is so confused because everyone keeps asking him if he would be their neighbor even though neither he nor Bucky mentioned moving out of their apartment.

On Sunday, Thor arrives in Midgard with traditional Asgardian clothing for Steven. Never before has Steve felt so ridiculous and so fabulous at the same time. He cannot stop wondering if the next time Thor considers bringing something just like this for Bucky too since it is established he is also worthy of Mjolnir.

When the fashion week is finally over, and Steve does not have to deal with his ruthless friends anymore, tired he comes home to Bucky and Alpine. In the bedroom, he is looking for something to wear until Bucky throws at him his favorite grey t-shirt. He is so helplessly in love with Steve, so it is easy for him to fall in love with the most boring piece of clothing too if it makes him happy.

And for his tremendous fortitude during those hard days, Steve gets the Avengers Moon Retreat until Christmas just for Bucky and himself. Naturally, big space nerd, Bucky, is ready to leave for the Moon almost immediately. The only thing he needs is the guarantee that at the retreat there will not be any weird talking raccoons who would constantly try to steal his vibranium arm.

Thanks for being with us! The idea actually belongs to a wonderful author, please follow the link if you want to read it in full though be wary it is in Russian😻

[statticscribbles]

EMPATHIC SYNESTHETES Pt 1

Summary: Part 1; Bucky/Reader; Reader is an empath and can sense and control others emotions, reader is in for a shock when she misreads the Winter Soldier’s emotions

My first official multi-chapter work; I hope you enjoy.

Steve nods as you look up from the training dummy smiling.

Steve nods as you look up from the training dummy smiling. “Good job Y/N, your hand to hand is getting much better, we’ll be able to take you out on more missions without having to worry about you getting stuck in tight spot.” You straighten yourself up trying to avoid basking in the pride you feel rolling off Steve. He rolls his eyes as he can feel you pulling more of the pride from him.

“Sorry I’ll stop.” You duck your head and cut off the flow of emotions. He smiles shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, now lunch?” “Sounds great, where we going?” “We’re going out for lunch?” Excitement from Clint as he meets you in the hallway. You can feel the slight suspicion from Natasha. “Clint, you sure we’re invited?” “Well obviously, it’s a post workout lunch, Steve always gets everyone together for those. We should get Starbucks on the way. Maybe pizza?” “You just want your coffee fix but pizza sounds good.”

“Pizza?” Sam walks in followed by Bucky and immediately you can feel the anger rolling off him. You step back slightly. Sam smiles and Bucky nods eyeing your workout gear. You can feel the anger levels go up and you shiver slightly. Steve tells you to go shower and for everyone to meet in ten in the common room to go get lunch. You turn retreating to your room and feel Bucky’s anger flair up once more before you vanish from his line of sight.

You come out of the shower dressed in more comfortable clothes. You run your fingers through your drying hair and feel another spike of anger form Bucky as you pull your hair up to let it dry. You roll your eyes and bump your hip with Natasha and she laughs catching you up on the ten minute long pizza debate. “We’re going to the shop round the corner, they,” She gesture’s to Steve and Bucky. “Were trying to drag us to some centuries old pizzeria that’s probably just a parking lot anyways.” “Angelo’s right?” “Yeah, they have the best-“ Steve starts but is interrupted by Sam.

“We get it, best pizza you’ve ever eaten and we’re all heathens for not listening to Captain America.” Steve laughs and you smile and the comfort you feel bleeding from everyone. You laugh along with them and feel a trickle of anger leak from Bucky. You wince in your head; the warm anger he seems to breath snakes its way around your chest and settles in the back of your head. You’ve made a point to try to avoid him, but had stopped when it became obvious it angered him more.

Natasha notices your fallen face and pulls you closer turning a scolding look towards your drawn face. “ I’m fine Nat, just the usual, bit overwhelming still, so many positive emotions, not used to it. Takes time to sort through it all.”

“Having people mess with your brain is never easy, Clint, Bucky and I know all about that, you can talk to us, and you know it worries us.” You nod plastering a smile up ignoring the prickle of worry from both Sam and Bucky. With everyone ready you all depart for the pizza restaurant, Tony insists on stopping for every photograph and autograph he can.

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[itsyou-itsme-itsus]

Gambled Away

Dark Avengers AU!

Summary: Your boyfriend Scott has a gambling issue that finally catches up with him when he plays the wrong people.

All Avengers are dark.

I don’t own any of the characters just writing for fun.

Warnings: Its a little violent and no smut yet but small hints of dubcon. Do Not read if this is not your thing!

The restaurant was the literal definition of a hole in the wall. Somewhere in the dead center of New York your boyfriend Scott brought you here. He swore up and down this was the best Italian food in all of New York. You had your suspicions. The walls were a faded red paint looked rusty, likely meant to be deep maroon at some point. Spots near the ceiling were chipped and peeling away. Risking the chance of dropping paint chips into the food or drinks. The floor tiles were covered in a greasy brownish grime. Black soot sat wedged within the cracks.

You cringed feeling lucky to have not seen any cock roaches scurry around. The night was young so you didn’t fully let your guard down yet. The cleanliness of the restaurant was questionable and there was no way a health inspector allowed this. You wondered what could have been keeping them a float. Bribes? Maybe a secret laundering service in the back.

“Oh Mr. Lang. Welcome back. Will you be having the house special?” A tall man with dirty blonde hair and glasses came out.

He sounded smart, his enunciation almost sounded robotic or artificial. He shot you a sympathetic side ways glance. He seemed so out of place to be working in a dump like this.

“We’ll be right back.” Scott said pushing the employee towards the kitchen.

“Scott wai-“ they disappeared before another word could reach your boyfriend’s ears. It was hard to hold back the audible huff of annoyance that crept up from the pit of your stomach.

Like a rancid taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, there was a tugging in your chest. Something felt off and it wasn’t just the sketchy nature of the restaurant. More details started to become more apparent. There seemed to be only one employee in the back and no other staff since you walked in. Feeling the need to plan an escape route you doubled checked the space between you and the door behind you. It was glass looking out into the busy streets of New York a Seven Eleven sat on the corner across from the restaurant.

Tony’s was painted across the top of the glass in white stenciled paint. Parts of it were fading a little. No one had even come out to ask you for your drink order. The urge to run out the door and home was strong. You wanted to give Scott the benefit of the doubt because he was so sweet! You would just have to put your foot down towards these kinds of situations.

“Who is all here tonight Vis?” Scott asked following Vis to the basement door.

Vis didn’t need to answer when he opened the door it had told Scott his answer. Sitting at the table was Bucky, Steve and Natasha. He had prayed that it was Tony and Sam. They often had higher payouts and were surprisingly more merciful when Scott lost or had to take a couple weeks to get the money back. It was more of fun competition among the wealthy. While the poker games with these three were often high stakes and more ruthless. They would be more likely to break your leg if you didn’t have the money to give them the next day.

“You know what. I should probably just get back upstairs.” Scott tried to hurry and escape before he buried himself.

“No, we need a fourth.” Steve spoke tapping a deck of crisp cards on the table.

“Shit.” Scott muttered to himself before smiling and agreeing. He sat down and watched as Bucky slid him over a stack of chips.

“Buy in is $300.” Natasha said pinching out a few 20s and setting them in the middle of the table. Bucky followed suit and waited for Scott and Steve.

Scott looked into his pockets. He only had about 2k on him. The pot was steep. But he swallowed hard and asked that luck be on hid side tonight. He peeled out $300 from the stack in his pocket and put it with Bucky and Natasha’s. Steve was the last to put his down.

Scott always won due to his calm demeanor and straight poker faces. It always worked in bluffs with Tony and Sam. Not with these three sharks. They were mercenaries and ex-assassins. They knew how to read through someones facade.

As Scott waited for Steve to finish shuffling the cards he let his eyes wonder. In the far corner of the room near the door was a large TV screen. On the screen was the video live streaming from upstairs. Scott could see you in the chair at the table looking around nervously. He was starting to wish he had just taken you to a real restaurant. This might cause you to break up with him.

“I’ll see your $100 and raise you $200.” Bucky said to Nat. She smirked at him fanning her cards up at eye level.

“Bet.” Scott said nervously.

“Bet.” Steve stared down Scott. They knew all about how Scott had been cleaning poker games out in different parts of New York. He had gotten infamous for taking home 500,000 to a million a game.

Steve normally wouldn’t of cared until he heard that his friends Sam and Tony had lost 2.5 million dollars to Scott last week. Steve wanted to get Scott out of the gambling world, to teach him a lesson. To Steve People like Scott were pests. An invasive little ant marching around like it owned everything in someone else’s kitchen. He figured just like an ant he’d rough Scott up and send a message to all the other ants out there. Slowly poison the nests within the area.

Scott kept playing his hand quietly and safely. For the first time in his life he had folded in one round. This pissed Steve off, fueling his fists for when they took Scott into the back Alleyway behind the dumpsters.

The air felt thick and ominous. Scott was beginning to perspire. His leg bounced uncontrollably and he kept looking up at the camera feed. Natasha caught on to this and nodded to Bucky and Steve they looked up to see a beautiful younger woman sitting in the upstairs restaurant area.

She looked nervous as she looked at the kitchen door and then back at the front entrance. Steve couldn’t help but think of how innocent and sweet she looked. Not like the usual girls who came through here. It was easy right away to tell that she had no idea what kind of place she was in.

“Vision.” Steve yelled standing.

“One moment.”

Steve met Vis at the door. They began to whisper and a vis’s face fell. He nodded, complying and left with the door shutting behind him.

“Hello, can I get you anything to drink?” You jumped startled at the sound popping up behind you.

“Sorry, I did not mean to frighten you.”

“That’s alright.”

Vis smiled and waited patiently for your order.

“Oh right. I’ll have ice water please.” Vis internally sighed the only other options would of been strong liquors, beer or wine.

“I’ll be right back with that.” Vis smiled and walked back towards the kitchen.

He had been instructed to make sure you didn’t leave. He worried what was to happen. He wanted to tell you to leave but if they caught you on camera and Bucky got to chase you, it would be far worse than if he just did his job. Vis scrambled through the fridge and realized that there was no food in the entire place. Thinking fast he decided to call the pizzeria down the block and instructed they come to the back door of the kitchen.

He came out with a smile and set down a bottle of water. You eyed it, raising an eyebrow before twisting open the cap and taking a sip.

“Thank you.” You trailed off feeling awkward. Vis smiled and excused himself to the kitchen again.

Scott had to hold back celebrating his first win. Bucky grunted pushing the pile towards Scott. Nat shot him death glares and Steve, seemed to be somewhere else. Just as they expected Scott raised the pot. He got his confidence back and had planned to rake it all in tonight and leave to take you to the kind of restaurant you deserved to eat at.

The second and third time Scott won he was all out. Smiling leaning in to pull the cash to him. He laughed and gloated while the others watched him. The more confident Scott got the sloppier his tactics were. He became more reckless with his hands.

“I need a drink.” Bucky growled. He stood and brought back three glasses to the table. Giving Nat, Steve and Scott each a glass. Bucky poured whiskey in each glass and leaned back to take a swig straight from the bottle.

“Well this has been great guys. But I’m all in!” Scott said reloading the middle of the table with the last pot.

“All in.”

“All in.”

“All in.”

Once all in everyone watched and loosely played their hands. They wanted Scott to win. Scott was the only one who was unaware of this.

“Royal fluuuuush baby!” Scott yelled flopping the cards onto the table. The others leaned back poorly feigning disappointment but Scott wouldn’t notice in his moment of glory!

Scott was so happy! He kept dropping cash as he tried to gather it all. He used his jacket as a sash to help him carry the load. He quickly shot you a text saying pick a new place to eat at, anywhere you wanted to go. While he was scooping up his earnings he hadn’t noticed that Bucky perched himself near the door, the only exit out of the basement. Steve sat on a worn leather brown couch in the back of the room, Nat sat leaning against the wall. Just behind the poker table.

Steve texted Vis to bring you downstairs using the ruse that Scott wanted her brought down. Steve relaxed his new plan would be so much better than Just breaking all of Scott’s bones.

“Thank you and goodnight guys!” Scott yelled waltzing towards the door.

Bucky stuck his metal arm out and ushered Scott to back up. Scott’s face dropped and the color drained from his face. He swallowed hard looking behind him to Steve.

“Wouldn’t want leave your girlfriend behind.” Steve’s tone was calm with something sinister hiding beneath it.

Scott’s blood ran cold. He dropped the money and looked up at the camera. You were gone from your seat. The door now had the open sign shut off. It said closed and the lights were off. He tried to reach for the handle but Bucky drove his fist into Scott’s stomach. He doubled over in pain. Gasping as he hit the ground instantly curling into the fetal position.

“Um, why are we going this way?” You clutched your hoodie to your chest as you followed Vis through the now desolate kitchen. You hadn’t noticed that Vis shut the lights off after the two of you entered the kitchen.

“Scott is leaving out the back, he asked for you to meet him down here.” Vis said his face devoid of emotion and his voice still in monotone.

It neither comforted you nor did it make you feel worse. It was the dark basement stairs that made you feel frightened. The hallway lit up as the door opened you stepped in and saw Scott slightly slouched over on a couch with a tall muscular blonde with a thick dark beard. A beautiful redheaded woman stood behind a table full of cards and poker chips. She stood with her arms crossed.

“Hello?” You said softly looking at her and she smiled warmly.

“Hi I’m Nat.” She said not moving from her spot.

“I’m Y/N.” You returned the gesture.

“That’s a beautiful name Y/N, I’m Steve.” He was stretched out with his arm along the back of the couch.

Even though you felt like something was very wrong you couldn’t stop yourself from being polite. You were never one to judge people off their appearance.

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but blush a little. It made a carnal feeling twist inside of Steve, he subtly palmed the hem of his pants as it to adjust himself for comfort.

“Scott lets go.” You said turning to your boyfriend. That’s when you noticed. His eyes looked red and his face was pale white. He had blood on the corner of his mouth. You looked up searching for the door and Vis. Your body jolted a bit once you noticed the tall muscular man with long brown hair staring back at you from the shut door. His flesh hand held a bottle full of whiskey. His other hand was metal, it rested on his leg. 

“Whats the rush doll?” He asked addressing you for the first time. He had been so silent that you wondered if he had been there the whole time.

“I’m so, so sorry Y/N. Please I didn’t kn-“ Scott cried out to you, you could tell he genuinely shaken up. His frame shook and you tried to make sense of the situation.

“What is this?” You asked looking to everyone in the room for an answer. A deafening silence seeped into the room like a gloomy fog on a cold morning.

“Scott here is 4 million dollars in debt.” Natasha spoke. Her smile slid away but it stayed in her eyes. To her and Bucky this was like a cat playing with a mouse after it was cornered. This mouse would think it had a chance but the cat sealed its fate when it caught the mouse.

So many thing swept over you. Trying to process the severity of the situation left your mind grasping at scenarios. Part of you wanted to hug Scott and tell him it was all going to be ok.  While the other half of you wanted to scream and slap him for being so stupid! The emotions twisted within your gut like a tornado. You felt nauseous. 

“F-f four million??” Was all that you could muster to come out.

“That’s right.” Steve said pulling your attention back to the couch.

Scott couldn’t make eye contact with you, he just looked down at the floor in shame. His heart was breaking from knowing he had drawn you into something dangerous, over his addiction for gambling.

“Give me one week, i-I’ll pay it back and you’ll never see us again!” You glared at Scott warning him to follow your lead. You weren’t even sure how you would get that kind of money.

“Y-yes you’ll never see me again.” He promised looking at Steve. Steve wasn’t looking at Scott. He was staring at you.

“That doesn’t work for us.” Steve said leaning back on the couch.

“Here’s the choice. One. We beat the shit out of Scott until he’s unconscious in the hospital or you stay and be his payment.” Natasha and Bucky smirked loving how Steve had turned the tables. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Steve in disgust.

“I’m calling the cops!” You yelled, with tears in your eyes. Your trembling hand dipped into your pocket gripping your phone with clammy hands. It felt slippery and you struggled to get it out of your pocket. Bucky, Nat and Steve watched you intently.

They allowed you to pull the phone out and open the screen. 9-1-1. Your thumb hovered over the call button. Steve jumped up scaring you and the phone fell to the floor. Steve wrapped his arms around you holding you tightly to his chest. He was so much taller and wider when he stood. You felt small and fragile in his grip.

“Sh sh sh... its ok.” He whispered in your ear, his lips grazed the outer shell of your ear and it made you shiver. You tried to pull away and shrink into yourself all at the same time.

“Please!” You cried out struggling to get nowhere. Steve just held you close to him. His cheek pressed against yours. His beard scraped against your skin. He was warm, it made you feel claustrophobic. He inhaled smelling the lavender shampoo in your hair.

“STOP! This doesn’t involve her! Just hurt me!” Scott cried out standing up. Steve nodded to Bucky who came up behind Scott and socked him right in the ribs with his flesh hand.

Scott wheezed and choked as he doubled over clutching his sides. His face flushed a bright red. Bucky likely broke his ribs. He tried to crawl to you. One hand holding his sides while his legs curled towards his chest. He drug himself on one arm. Nat walked up casually and smiled at you before swinging her leg violently and her foot connected with his ribs again.

Scott gasped for air as his body flopped over onto his back, he looked up at the ceiling feeling disoriented. For a moment he was in shock from the pain. A small amount of blood pooled at the corner of his mouth.

You hadn’t realized it but you were crying and shaking uncontrollably. Steve was holding you up, pulling you closer to his chest. He was trying to sooth you. As if he and his friends hadn’t been the ones hurting you and Scott. In the moment of terror you had gripped onto his strong arm to steady yourself.

“I’ll stay!! Please stop hurting him!” Once the words flew out of your mouth the air in the room seemed to thin out. Nat backed away to the table leaning on it with her fingers curled over the edges. Bucky helped Scott up who howled in pain when he went from prone to standing. He clutched onto Bucky as if his life depended on it.

Bucky hobbled Scott’s crippled body to the door. He banged on it with his metal fist. A few seconds went by before Vis opened the door looking mortified.

“Take him to the hospital.” Bucky said nodding his head to Scott who was going in and out of consciousness. 

“Wait.” Steve said causing everyone including you to look at him in confusion.

Steve shifted you slightly in his arms, you were now against his chest facing him. You had to look up at him. There was a shimmer in his eyes that made you feel sick.

“Kiss me. Like a handshake for our deal.” Steve lowered his head his lips were only a few inches away from yours. His other hand left your waist to raise your chin with one finger.

Your heart hammered in your chest, you felt dizzy. You didn’t want to kiss this awful man! Tears filled the brim of your eyes, a heavy invisible stone started to crush your chest.

Bucky lifted Scott’s head making him watch as Steve pressed his lips to yours. You didn��t fight him, you wanted to get it over with so that they’d take Scott to the hospital. Steve parted his lips when yours didn’t he slid his tongue along the seam of your lips, Prodding for entry. Reluctantly you let him. He sighed into your lips as his tongue met yours. Bile felt like it was rising up into your throat. You just wanted this to end. You kissed Steve back timidly but it seemed to appease him.

He pulled back smiling at you before peppering your soft swollen lips with a few gentle kisses. In shock you allowed Steve to set you on the couch. He turned and nodded to Vis who helped Bucky get Scott up the stairs. Nat and Steve talked in the corner for awhile.

“Alright see you tomorrow. It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Nat smiled before grabbing her jacket.

“Yeah.” Was all you could say as she walked out the door leaving alone with Steve.

Steve walked over to you, he held out his hand. You looked up at him through the tears in your eyes.

“You must be tired. Let’s go home.” He said as if you and he had been dating for years. You looked to the door weighing your options of escape. Steve followed your glance and smiled.

“You can try it if you need to.” He offered crossing his arms over his broad chest. The blue button up shirt was stretch tautly against his broad chest.

You put your head down shaking it. Tears quietly streamed from your eyes. Staining your cheeks. Scott was gone and now your were stuck with this man who terrified you. Steve offered his hand to you again and this time you accepted it. You placed your hand in his and let him pull you up.

“I can be good to you or I can be harsh. It’s really up to you.” Steve leaned over kissing you on the head as he lead you out of the restaurant. You just nodded your head letting him guide you with his hand on the small of your lower back.

Your fate had been sealed. Your boyfriend had gambled you off like a trophy piece. Now you had to go home with this man and do whatever he wanted you to. May be it would be smart to just pay off the debts and leave town forever. He would eventually get bored with you. At least you prayed he would sooner than later.

[celestedreamsthat]

Loki Laufeyson x tall! poc! reader Fanfic 1/?

Ok, in this I have dear Loki- boy being an Avenger. (And the whole gang is together because I say so 😚😌) enjoy!

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" Iron man, behind you-" the Captain's voice could be heard, loud and clear through the coms.

Quickly turning around, Tony swiftly took out the robots with his newly equipped repulsors. A quick "thanks Cap" and he was on his was again.

Well...this is fun.

"Wilson" a grunt and sounds of metal clashing came.

"Don't say it- " Sam cried, already seeing the projectile-

"On your left" came the snarky reply. Banter flowed easily up and down the channels. It was nice, Loki guessed.

A welcome change to the loneliness years of solitude and confinement had brought him on Asgard.

But here, on Midgard, he was beginning to change. To find a new and improved version of himself, perhaps even...fall in love?

People believed he couldn't change, and yet, here he was. He could once again do the unpredictable and find a woman to call his own.

Would she run once she knew his true origins? What will she be like? Does she love to-

"Hey Reindeer Games! You coming, or what?" One (irritatingly obnoxious) voice of Tony Stark called. Had the battle been over that quick?

What a joke.

"Where are we going, pray tell?" He asked, cautious when going anywhere with the genius.

"After battle meal, your MaJesTy" Sam replied, both he and Bucky taken to mockingly bow to him. Wanda simply laughing at their antics in the background.

A small grin settled on his usually veiled face.

" Last one to Doms Pizzeria has to pay!" And with that, he teleported- ignoring rules about cheating, because-

C'mon, once a trickster, always a trickster, right? Besides, complaining is just loser talk anyways.

Not pre read. Literally just got whacked over the head by the inspiration fairy. Hope you enjoy, will post more soon! Good night all 🎇✨🌛🌚😘

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Down 7th Street

Clint Barton x Reader

A/N: commission for my love @girl-next-door-writes

Summary: It’s obvious to everyone but you how Clint feels. 

Clint was staring; he was trying hard not to but the sound of your tongue clicking every time you started to speak kept distracting him from his morning coffee. He sat quietly at the kitchen island, while you chatted away with Steve about something he could not make out. Clint left his hearing aids in his room and he was regretting it now because he desperately wanted to know what Steve and you were talking about. He wasn’t jealous, just a little, but everyone knew the two of you had this platonic friendship; Steve and you were constantly at each other’s sides and that made it difficult for Clint to get any alone time with you.

“Clint?” His eyes jerked away from his cup of coffee to see you standing near the kitchen island, a soft smile on your face. “You don’t have your aids on, do you?”

He shook his head and smiled. “I needed coffee more than hearing when I got up this morning.”

Steve laughed and said he was going to hit the gym, asking if you wanted to come along. You said yeah, but you wanted to eat first. “Alright, see you in a bit.” Steve pointed a finger at Clint and grinned. “Barton, get those hearing aids on.”

You watched as Steve left the kitchen and turned to Clint, watching as he took a long sip of brew. “Do you want to go out to the bar tonight?’

“Depends on what bar – Kenny’s tap is crap and the dive near the pizzeria is overrun by hipsters who have beards down to their ankles.”

“You are so grumpy,” you laughed, pushing away from the counter. “We’re all going to Pete’s on 7th.”

“We?” Clint tried to hide the disappointment in tone, because like an idiot, he thought you meant just the two of you. He thought it was so obvious, how much he liked you – every chance he had, he would try to spend time with you. He loved making you laugh but his favorite past time with you was watching Netflix in the living room while everyone slept. Each of you would pick a movie to watch late into the night and eventually you would fall asleep, head on his shoulder. He never moved, even when you started to snore – it felt nice and usually he would wait until the movie was over before laying you down on the couch and covering you up with a throw blanket before he left to his room. In the morning, you would look so cute with bed head and sleepy eyes, asking for a cup of coffee – which he had ready every time.

“Yeah, Rogers, Romanoff, the whole gang. So, you in or what, Grumpy Pants?’

Clint smiled then and said yeah, that he’d be ready at seven. You grinned and reached over to playful smack the side of his face. He laughed and pushed your hand away, telling you to go and work out with Steve.

“Fine, I know when I’m not wanted,” you teased, giving him a wink as you moved away from him. You started to walk out the door, but he said your name with a sigh. Turning, you smiled sweetly at the man, hand on your hip. “What was that?”

 “I said you want some bacon and eggs?’

You loved Clint’s cooking; it was downright sinful – that man knew his way around a kitchen, and he was always making you food without being asked. There were times when you would find a great book and spend hours in your quarters reading, living off tortilla chips until Clint would knock on your door.

“Everyone thinks you’re dead.”

“I’m not dead, I’m just lost in fiction.”

Clint smiled at the way you barely glanced up from the book, just enough to see the tray of food he had brought. It was enough for you to put down the book, asking him what he had.

“I know I’m deaf, but I didn’t know you were blind,” he teased, moving over to the bed. He asked if he could sit and you nodded, smiling when he placed the tray down – it was all finger foods you could eat while reading. “Figured you could use actual food; Natasha said all the smut you’re reading might make you hungry.”

“I hate her,” you grumbled, reaching for a baby carrot. “I’m not reading smut; I’m reading Little Women.”

“Never read it.”

“I’ve read it a dozen times; I can start over and you can listen?” Clint’s eyes widen for a moment, until you leaned back into the headboard and held up the book. “Or do you have something better to do?”

He pretended to think about it and shrugged. “Sure.”

You waited for him to get comfortable next to you, his shoulder against yours and the tray of food on his lap. He passed you another carrot and you grinned, clearing your throat as you started the book all over.

“Make it French toast and you can enjoy my company.”

Clint rolled his eyes but got up from his chair. “Fine, you little brat.”

….

Clint sat next to Natasha, watching as you played pool with Steve and Sam. His eyes fixated on the corner of your mouth, the way it lifted every time you laughed. He smiled down at his lap, unable to contain the joy he felt from seeing you enjoying yourself.

“You should just tell her; you are obviously in love with her.”

“If I tell her how I feel, I lose her as a friend and that’s just not worth it.”

“Come one, Barton,” she chuckled, scooting closer to him. “I know how you feel about her, I see it every time you look at her.

His eyes wandered back to you, Steve was twirling you around to the music and pissing Sam off because the two of you kept bumping into him as he attempted to take his turn at the pool table. Clint sighed and glanced over to his best friend, her eyebrow up in amusement.

“What else can I do? I’ve tried everything in my power to show her how I feel, but it’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way.”

“Maybe she’s just not seeing it, you have to be upfront.”

Clint snorted and took a drink, eyes glued to your back as Steve and you left the pool table and walked toward the back bar. He followed the pair of you for a few seconds before sighing and tipping his head back, eyes squinting at the lights above. The bar was too nosey or maybe he just wanted to hear nothing but his thoughts, either way, he reached a hand up and turned off his hearing aid.

He had been as upfront as he could, maybe you just weren’t into him – maybe the two of you were better off as friends, at least then he could still be in your life.

…

The bar was roaring with voices and music, Steve had his arm slung around your shoulder as the two of you walked over to the bar to order a round of beer. You were already a bit buzzed from the shots you had taken with Natasha and Sam, and Steve being all huffy puffy when someone bumped into you made you laugh.

“Relax, Captain America. I don’t want to have to defend you in another bar fight,” you said.

“That was a misunderstanding,” he laughed, slipping his arm off you. He asked the bartender for two more pitchers of beer and nudge you with an elbow. “So, when are we going to talk the bedroom eyes Barton’s been giving you all night.”

You snorted and gave Steve a confused look. “I thought you couldn’t get drunk?”

Steve smirked, pulling out a few bills when the bartender placed the pitchers on the counter. “Thanks, man,” he said, turning to you. He passed one pitcher to you and shrugged. “Come on, everyone knows Barton has a thing for you, why do you think he follows you around like a puppy?’

“HE DOES NOT.”

“You know, I thought you were smarter than that,” Steve said, motioning for you to follow him back to the table. “Maybe you should get your eyes checked.”

“Maybe you should stop being rude to your best friend,” you snapped back playfully. Steve stopped walking and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you off to the side. He told you to open your eyes and see what’s been right in front of you for years. “And what is that, Steve?”

“All these years, Clint’s been the one that’s always there for you. Remember when you got drunk at Tony’s birthday party?”

“Yeah, I threw up on the side of the yacht.”

Steve chuckled. “Clint was the one that took care of you for the rest of the night, he cleaned you up and sat with you while the rest of us enjoyed the party. Or that time your grandma got sick and he flew back home with you, stayed with you the entire two weeks.”

“My family loved him…”

You remembered those two weeks, it was awful – in and out of the hospital for days, until your grandma had passed.

Clint never left your side, especially that night; he held you as you sobbed into his jacket and took you back to your childhood home. Your parents had set the two of you up in your old room, even when you insisted the two of you weren’t dating. Clint had offered to the floor, but you said it was silly and you shared the bed. That night, after he had brought you home from the hospital, he took off your shoes and coat, got you into bed. He was going to go downstairs to make you some coffee, but you called out to him.

“Don’t leave me, Clint.”

It broke his heart that night, hearing the sorrow in your voice, so he closed the bedroom door and got into bed with you. He waited for you to say something but all you did was scoot closer to him, your back into his chest and he held you through the tears until you pass out.

It wasn’t just that time, there were countless times Clint had been there for you, even the late-night movie sessions that ended with you waking up the next morning alone and feeling disappointed for some reason. Now, as Steve went on about Clint and you, it hit you like a tequila shot.

“Oh, shit,” you yelled over the sound of the music and voices, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the outburst. It all made sense now, the trembling in the pit of your stomach whenever Clint was around. You never thought much of it, because Clint was your friend and had been for so long, but now, now it all started to click. Sure, you had dated here and there, but nothing ever lasted. You always found something wrong with the person, ending things quickly and going home to binge watch movies with Clint – it was always him.

“Realization is a real son of a bitch, isn’t it?”

You looked at Steve and smiled. “Only if what you’re realizing is bad, but I just got my head out of my ass, and I feel like I’m breathing for the first time.”

“Thanks for the image,” Steve muttered. “Come on, let’s go delivery these beers.”

Feeling a wave of nervousness as the two of you walked through the crowd back to the table, but your heart dropped when you saw that Clint wasn’t around. Natasha and Sam were sitting at the table talking, and when you asked where Clint went, Nat sighed.

“Wasn’t feeling so hot, he said he’d walk home.” She must have noticed the way your face dropped because she said he had just left. “You probably could catch up to him.”

You glanced over to Steve, who nodded with a smile. “Go on, we’ll still be here.”

Handing over the pitcher to Sam, you winked at your best friend and took off through the bar. You exited out to the street, it was busy with people flowing in and out of the bar, but you knew the way back to the Tower. Taking a left, you hurried down the pavement and ran down the street, hoping to spot Clint. When you got to the corner, you saw a figure crossing the street – he was wearing a leather jacket and just by the way he was walking, you knew it was Clint. You called to him, looking both ways before chasing after him.

“Clint!”

He didn’t even flinch and the thought that he was ignoring you crossed your mind, and it made you want to go back to the bar but there was no turning back now – you weren’t a quitter. So you ran faster and when you were close enough, you grabbed him by the shoulder. He whirled around quickly, eyes wide in surprise as you laughed and said something.

“WHAT?”

Taking a breath, you laughed and stepped up to the mind, reaching a hand to his ear. He stood still as you turned on his aides and grinned. “I’ve been chasing you down 7th, Barton.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, asking what you were doing.

“I don’t know, I mean…” you fumbled around with your words, until you took a deep breath and calmed the nerves rattling in your stomach. “Listen, I don’t know how much what Steve said was true, maybe it was obvious to everyone but me – I just think subconsciously I didn’t want to mess up our friendship, because you’re such a great friend, Clint – “

“- I get it,” he interrupted, lips pursed into a small smile. “We’re friends, we’re really good friends.”

‘I don’t wanna be friends,” you blurted out, laughing when his face fell. “I mean, I don’t want to be just friends. I – I mean, the thought of kissing you doesn’t gross me out.”

Clint laughed than, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you. “So, I don’t gross you out, that’s great.”

“It is,” you assured him, lifting your hands to his face. “It’s really great.”

His eyes, warm and inviting, stared in yours – a wave of relief flushed over your body and when his head moved closer to yours, your eyes closed. His lips were warm against yours, like his body that night he held you tight and he let you cry until there was nothing left in your eyes. Clint had been such an important person in your life, that you hadn’t realized you were longing for him as much as he was for you. All that time wasted, but it didn’t matter now.

Because everything was going to be great.

[allthetonyships]

Hi Liz! First off, I just wanted to thank you for making this blog and writing for us all! Secondly, may I request an IronFalcon road trip au? Like the two of them for some reason they don't get along and they were tricked into going on a road trip by the others because they were tired of all the fighting. Thus, getting some actual conversation btwn them and some bonding moments?

‘’This wasn’t my idea,’’ Sam says. Tonyignores him, as he steers the van in the dark of night. There’s no othervehicle to be seen anywhere on the road. They’re on their way back to New York,but they’re not nearly there yet, which would explain why it’s so silentoutside. When they’ll get close, Tony knows the roads will be full of traffic,no matter what hour it is.

‘’To be honest,’’ Sam continues, ‘’Idon’t know how you didn’t see this coming. Aren’t you some sort of genius?’’

‘’Sorry for believing Steve,’’ Tonysays. ‘’You’d be nagging at me too if I’d refused him.’’

They’re on their way back from a missionon the other side of the country. Their teammates – probably Natasha – havetaken their phones, and while they’d gotten into a jet to get back to theCompound, they’d left Sam and Tony in the van to ‘’kiss and make up’’. Tonycould figure out a dozen other ways to get home, but he knows Steve well enoughthat he would figure out an even worse way to make him get along with Sam, sohe’s going along with the forced road trip.

Besides, it’s sort of a vacation. Evenif it’s with a guy that loathes Tony.

Sam crosses his arms. ‘’You can’t tellme you don’t know another way to get home,’’ he says, echoing Tony’s exactthoughts.

Tony huffs, and takes a turn to theright. ‘’Right. And get Steve mad at us for not even trying this thing. Look,just sit there and listen to the music, and they will stop trying to force usto be friends once they see it’s not going to work.’’

‘’It’s not my fault you hold grudges,man,’’ Sam grumbles.

Tony looks at him for a second beforefocusing on the dark road again. A small red car passes them. Tony wonderswhere its passengers are going, and why they’re in the middle of nowhere atthis time of the day – well, night. ‘’My fault?’’ he repeats, but then sighs.‘’Sure. Whatever you say. Look, I’m getting tired. Do you want to take thewheel, or should we go take a nap?’’

‘’I can drive,’’ Sam says curtly.

Tony pulls over, and they wordlesslytake each other’s places. Tony can still feel the warmth of Sam lingering inthe car seat, his faint smell all over it. He closes his eyes as Sam starts upthe motor, and falls asleep.

~*~

The daylight is what wakes him. Tonyblinks against the sun, looking up at Sam, who’s still driving. There’s morecars on the road, now, as they’re out on the highway. ‘’Finished your beautysleep?’’ Sam says, without looking at him.

Tony sits up straighter. ‘’Where arewe?’’ he asks.

‘’Not anywhere close to New York yet,’’Sam answers, ‘’but we can look for breakfast in one of the cities we’re goingto pass soon. You hungry?’’

‘’I could eat,’’ he answers, curiouslylooking at their environment. A huge black car passes them. ‘’I can take overafter, if you want.’’

Sam looks over at him, and Tony has somedifficulty reading him. ‘’Yeah, great.’’

~*~

‘’Here, I got you something,’’ Sam says,throwing two sandwiches at him. They’d agreed previously that Tony can’t goshopping while they’re on the road, as he would get recognized too easily. Samis pretty well known too, as an Avenger, but he’s less likely to get overrun bystar-struck fans.

‘’Thanks,’’ Tony says, taking a bite ofthe first one. It’s pretty good.

They munch quietly on the sandwiches fora while. It’s comfortably warm in the van, as the sun shines on them, but Tonyitches to get going again. He’s never been very good with sitting still, and hedoesn’t have his phone anymore. He could get a new one, but he thinks Sam wouldoppose him.

‘’Look,’’ Sam says eventually, whenthey’re finished eating. Tony looks over at him, surprised. They haven’t talkeda lot since they got started. He knows Sam doesn’t like him, and he can’t forcehim to. He’s accepted that long ago. ‘’We’re obviously here because everyoneelse thinks we can’t get along. I’m not saying we have to be best friends, butmaybe they have a point. Maybe we should make an effort? It’s going to take usa few days to drive back, so we may as well give it a try.’’

Sam looks somewhat uncomfortable as he’ssaying it, and Tony looks out of the window. ‘’Don’t worry about it,’’ heanswers easily. ‘’No one’s going to hold it against you if you don’t like me,Sam.’’

‘’Well, why don’t you like me, then?’’Sam says. ‘’We can start there.’’

Tony raises his eyebrows, looking overat the other man. ‘’I like you just fine,’’ he shrugs. ‘’I’m just saying, don’tworry. You don’t have to like me in order for us to be a team. I know half ofthe team doesn’t like me, and the other half just ignores I’m there. They’llget it, it’s hard to be civil around me.’’

‘’Why?’’ Sam demands.

‘’Why what?’’ Tony returns. ‘’I know youthink I’m an annoying billionaire who thinks too highly of himself and doesn’tlike playing in a team. Look, I’m just saying, don’t get out of your way to dosomething barely anyone can do, which is being my friend. A lot of people havetried and failed.’’

‘’I don’t dislike you,’’ Sam counters.‘’I thought you hated me.’’

Tony laughs at that. ‘’What for?’’ hesays. ‘’Everyone on the team loves you, Sam.’’

‘’The Civil War,’’ Sam says softly.‘’Rhodey’s accident. I thought you were mad about that.’’

Tony is silent for a long while beforehe speaks again. ‘’If I held a grudge for everything that was said and doneduring that period, I wouldn’t be here right now,’’ he says eventually.‘’You’re pretty tight with Rhodey. I know he doesn’t hold it against you, soit’d be hypocritical if I did.’’

‘’Well, you’re his best friend,’’ Samshrugs.

Tony looks at him. ‘’Sam, I don’t have aproblem with you,’’ he says earnestly. ‘’Honestly? I think it’s a great thingyou joined the team. You’re fun to be around and you’re a good addition to anymission we’ve been on. All of us value you.’’

‘’But you don’t like me.’’

Tony leans back in his chair. ‘’That’snot true,’’ he says carefully. ‘’Look, I’ve been here since the Battle of NewYork. I was here at the start of the team, but sooner or later, there’s goingto be enough members for me to step out. I’m just trying to – not get attached.I’ve done it my whole life, so don’t take it so personal. You’re a great guy,and I know I’m not.’’

Sam stares at him. It feels personal,the two of them sitting there in the small space of the van, in the middle of avillage they’ve never been in. Tony sighs. He knows his worth, but it seems Samhas never seen it like this.

‘’Tony –‘’ Sam starts, but Tonyinterrupts.

‘’We should get driving,’’ he says,opting for a cheerful voice. ‘’It’s still a long way out to New York. I’ll takethe wheel, you can take a nap.’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Sam says, and they switchagain. Tony purposefully ignores the looks his teammate sends him as they startdriving again.

~*~

The day is very uneventful. They switchdrivers a few times, and stop to get gas, but they don’t say a lot except toverify the direction they’re going. Sam buys two pizzas from a shady pizzeria,and they eat the greasy food in the van at the side of the road while the sunsets.

‘’Maybe it’s a good idea to just sleepin the van tonight,’’ Sam says, as he’s on his third slice. ‘’Get rested reallywell. The napping works, but I’d prefer a good night’s sleep for a change.’’

‘’Sure,’’ Tony says. He’s used to onlynapping, because he doesn’t think he’s had a full night’s sleep since he wastwenty, but it may be nice to lie down in the van instead of sleeping in aseating position. He’s not as young anymore, and it really is uncomfortable forhis back and neck.

‘’What do you think Steve would say ifhe saw us like this?’’ Sam says unexpectedly. ‘’Would he make a snobbish remarkabout how bad pizza is for your health?’’

Tony laughs. ‘’It’s his fault we’re hereanyway,’’ he remarks. ‘’Steve isn’t that bad. I’ve seen him eat three pizzas ina row.’’

‘’Yeah, but he can take it. He’d make usrun three laps to make up for it,’’ Sam says. ‘’We’re just regular humans whowill get fat eventually, after all. Well, I am, at least.’’

‘’Steve’s given up the hope I ever willrun laps,’’ Tony says. ‘’But hey, I’m just a regular human, too. Nothingsuperhuman going on here.’’

Sam smiles at him, and Tony looks away.‘’I do like you, you know?’’ Sam says. ‘’I don’t think you’re an annoyingbillionaire. I think you’re smarter than I even can imagine, and that you’rewitty, and I like that you can be so passionate about things. You’re generousand kind, but you don’t want people to see, so you’re sarcastic to hide it.You’ve been through a lot, and you’re still here fighting the fight. That makesyou a really strong person, Tony.’’

Tony doesn’t say anything, mainlybecause he doesn’t know what to say. Sam puts down his pizza, standing in frontof him.

‘’I’m not,’’ Tony just says. ‘’I’m justme.’’

Sam tilts his head, slightly. Tony hasto look up a bit to meet his eyes, so he stands up straighter, even if Sam getscloser. ‘’You deserve to be liked,’’ Sam says. ‘’I’ve seen other people, whowere so convinced that they weren’t. But you really are. More than anyone elseI know.’’

‘’If I’m so likeable, why was everyoneso convinced we needed to go on a road trip to be able to like each other?’’Tony says, heart beating loudly in his chest.

Sam’s face is so close that he can counthis eyelashes. Tony pretends not to notice. ‘’Maybe because they don’t see whatI see,’’ he says softly. ‘’But that’s on them. Maybe they did see, and wantedme to. You’re great, Tony. Anyone would be lucky to befriend you.’’

‘’I think you’re pretty great too,’’Tony says, trying not to take a step back. ‘’Sam?’’

‘’Yeah?’’ Sam answers.

Tony kisses him, and as Sam presses himcloser, he thinks the other man is pretty okay with that.

~*~

Tony listens to the sound of the carspassing by as he lies in the dark. Sam’s breathing pretty regularly beside him,but he can’t sleep. He keeps thinking about the odd turn this road trip hastaken, but honestly, it’s going unexpectedly well. He knows what kind of man Samis, and that kind is one of the best. They may not know each other very well,but they know enough.

Perhaps, he thinks, this is a goodthing. There’s plenty of time to get to know each other really well, on thisroad trip. Maybe they can even take a somewhat longer route. If Sam’s notopposed to that, of course.

Sam mumbles something, and then turns,encircling Tony in his arms. ‘’Stop thinking,’’ he murmurs, pressing a sloppykiss to Tony’s head. ‘’Sleep.’’

Tony smiles softly, and snuggles intoSam’s embrace.

He’ll have to thank Steve, when they gethome.

[unforth]

2018 Writing Round Up Meme!

Whelp I used to be able to link to my ones from 2015, 2016, and 2017, but no longer, because fuck you Tumblr. However, here goes...

Total 2018 Word Count: 194,324 words

Total 2018 Hits (AO3 + FF.net):  298,306

Combined hits all time: 948,341

Note that I stop posting new works to my FF.net account in August, 2016.

Other AO3 Stats for 2018: Subscribers: 166; Hits: 282,124; Kudos: 19,505; Comment Threads: 1923; Bookmarks: 3,054; Subscriptions: 657

Favorite Fic: Probably Champagne and Roses. It’s my longest Yuri on Ice fic and I love how often I get comments on it like, “I hate Hanahaki but this is amazing.”

Hardest Fic: ...well I finished Halflings but every fucking word was pulling teeth.

Do you plan on taking prompts in 2018: ...you can safely assume yes, but not on Tumblr. Pillowfort and discord. No new fic is getting posted on Tumblr.

What was the Best thing about 2018: ...I didn’t give up. I kept writing.

What was the worst thing about 2018: I’m so tired and every word is so hard. Some day I’ll have actual uninterrupted writing time again. To write this post I looked at my end of years posts from 2015, 2016, and 2017, and seeing the drop off in my production hurts. A lot.

Last thoughts for 2018: I’ve told myself many, many times that considering the changes to my life, I did enough. Some days, I even believe it. Here’s hoping for a better 2019, though.

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Traveler Chapter 2: Trial run

Bucky Barnes X Reader (female)

A/N: Italicized words are words spoken to yourself, in your head. The story was inspired by a prompt list post from @super-marvel-imaginesxoxx and i’m trying to wright every saying somewhere into the story. Hope you guys like it. Id also like to recognize @hood-rogers21 my best friend who let me bounce ideas off of and edited these. Also I added some new powers you have, which you will find out about in this chapter (i kinda based the powers off a show called the magicians, but tweaked them to be my own). Also if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters just send me an ask, PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK :)

Summary: Your a mutant with the power of astroprojecting and have y/e/c cat eyes. You work at a pizzeria and are given a delivery to the Stark Tower where Tony ends up giving you his card and saying he’d be in touch.

Warnings:  none, language? (changes per chapter)

Word Count: 1608

You had been practicing astroprojecting since you woke up, which was about 3 hours ago, since you didn’t have to go into work today. You continued to try and pick up the book on the edge of your table, concentrating as much as you can but your fingers keep going straight through it. You sigh in frustration and punched the table, causing the book to fall of the table and onto the group. You gasp in excitement that you actually caused something to happen. You go to try and pick up the book when you start hearing a ringing sound. You glance around before realizing its your phone in the real world. You close your eyes and in seconds your back into your body sitting criss-cross on the floor, opening your eyes. You quickly answer the phone and bring it up to your ear, “hello?” “yes, hello, is this miss y/l/n?” You nod then internally laugh at yourself for nodding since she cant see you nod through the phone, “yes, are you Pepper?” “Yes I am, I’m calling you to discuss a meeting time for a trial exercise.” “I’m free today if we can do it now, if not I can talk to my boss and get another day off.” You here some muffled words through the phone, as if she’s asking someone else a question then you hear her voice again, “Today is fine, can you be here in 15 minutes?” “Yes, totally,” you say as you get up. “excellent, we’ll see you in 15 minutes then, come to the training room.” The phone call ends and you quickly put your shoes on then grab your keys to your car and are about to head out when you have an idea.

You head back into your apartment, sit back down and concentrate on were your wanting to go, picturing the kitchen of the Stark Tower, and in an instant your sitting criss-cross on top of the table in the Stark Tower. You hear a grumble, “uhh not you again.” You open your eyes and see Bucky sitting at the table right in front of you, “sorry,” you say as you climb off the table. “How did you do that?” Bucky grudgingly asks, curiosity getting the better of him. You shrug, “I teleported here, I’m a Traveler.” You glance around then ask, “Can you direct me to the training room? I don’t remember were it is.” Bucky doesn’t answer you, wanting you to just leave, regretting asking the question. You roll your eyes and as you walk out of the kitchen you turn back and say, “I understand you’re giving me the cold shoulder and I just wanted to inform you it’s very effective.”

You start heading down the direction of were you headed the other day you were here and end up seeing Peter walking down the hall towards your direction. “Peter, hey, can you direct me to the training room is, i’m kinda lost.” Peter nods, “totally y/n, I’ll just take you there, its not that far.” Peter turns around the way he was coming from and you follow him, “thank you.” You both turn down another hall, “Ya, no problem y/n.” Once at the end of the hall Peter opens the doors to his left, “here we are, the training room.” As he looks inside he notices Tony, Pepper, and Steve all in there then he turns to you, “do you have a trial exercise?” You nod as you start to enter the room, “ooh, can I watch?” You shrug, “sure.” He smiles excitedly and enters the room with you, closing the door behind him.

You walk over to Tony, Pepper, and Steve. “Hello miss y/l/n, I’m Pepper, we spoke on the phone yesterday, thank you for coming. Tony has told me a little bit about you and we’ve asked you here today to see the extent of your abilities. We know you can teleport, can you display that for us?” You nod then turn to Peter and he looks at you questionable, “do you trust me?” you ask him as you extend your hand to him, as he nods and hesitantly puts his hand in yours you, you can instantly feel all his emotions but you push them away as you concentrate on envisioning being on the roof of the building and within seconds you and Peter are gone. Peter looks around and you laugh at his freaked out wanting to puke expression, “sorry, should have warned you, first couple times make you nauseous. Ready to go back?” He quickly lets go off your hand, “I wasn’t prepared for this, so i’m actually good, I’ll get myself back there.” You shrug with a smile, “suit yourself,” and a second later you were gone and back into the training room. You look at the six eyes looking at you questionably, Steve speaks up, “wheres Peter?” You let out a little chuckle, “oh, he’s on the roof, he decided not to be teleported back, I forgot to mention teleporting can make you nauseous your first couple of times.” Steve and Pepper nod while Tony asks Friday where Peter was to double check, Friday replied back, “he’s on the roof ser.”

Pepper looks at you impressed then asks, “Sam and Clint are in the other room next to us discussing something, Tony can here then through a bluetooth in his ear and we know what there wearing, but can you tell us what they are wearing and what they are saying?” You nod then ask, “are you wanting me to astroproject or just look throw there eyes?” Pepper looks at Tony and he shrugs then looks back at you, “you can look through other peoples eyes?” You shrug, “ya.” “okay, astroproject into the other room for now while I tell Steve to go somewhere and when your done i’ll have you look through Steves eyes.” You nod and close your eyes as you leave your body. You look at everyone the walk over to a wall and walk straight through it, you laugh as you listen to what Clint and Sam are arguing about, you quickly take in what there wearing then close your eyes and when you open your eyes your back in your body. “Clint is wearing a plain white t-shirt with black jean and a neckless and Sam is wearing an olive v-neck t-shirt and dark jeans. Oh and they’re arguing about who would win in an arm wrestle, Thor or Hulk, Sam says Hulk and Clint says Thor.” Tony nods his head as Pepper looks at him to see if that was correct.

“Okay, now tell us wear Steve is by looking through his eyes.” Pepper says as Peter walks back into the training room standing back and watching. You look at him as he enters then back at Pepper and nod. You close your eyes and as your eyes open you are looking at a new scenery. You start saying everything your seeing, “It looks like he’s in someones room, I see the Winter Soldier in front of him on his bed. He just threw a bunch at Steve. Steve has him pin—ahhhh!” You fall to your knees and grab your head as pain shoots through it but just as fast as it came its gone.

You look up to everyone huddled around you with concerned looks on there face. “You alright y/n” Peter asks holding out his hand to help you up. You don’t take it and push yourself up from off the ground. Tony looked at you questioning, “what happened? What did you do?” You shrug unsure what happened, never having something like that happen to you before, “i’m not sure, nothing like that has ever happened to me before but I think when Steve touched the Winter Soldier I felt his pain, fear, and guilt since I’m able to feel what people are feeling when I touch them if its a strong feeling.” “You alright now? Are you able to continue?” “Ya i’m good now.” “Okay good, is that everything you can do or is there more?” “I can read people’s thoughts but I try not to. Thats the extent of all my abilities that I know of, but I don’t really sit around all day exploring them so I wouldn’t know if I was capable of doing more.”

Tony nods, “can you demonstrate, read Peter’s mind.” You look over to Peter who as started to blush and open your mind to his to read it, “oh he’s thinking about how my eyes were glowing when I was looking through Steve’s eyes.” Tony looks at Peter for reassurance and Peter nods then looks at you with a smile, “i think that should conclude your trial exercises. We will all discuss you joining the team and then Pepper will give you a call giving you an answer if your in or not.” You nod, “okay, thank you.”

“Can I walk you out?” Peter asks shyly. As your about to say sure Tony speaks up, “Peter I’d actually like you to go see if Steve and Bucky are alright.” ‘Who’s Bucky?” you ask questionably. “He’s the Winter Soldier.” You nod thinking it weird that you didn’t figure that the Winter Soldier had a name but he was a person after all so why wouldn’t he have an alter ego. You walk with Peter out of the training room but then part ways at the door as he heads left and you head right to exit the Stark Tower.

Tag list: @mallyallyandra 

[will-die-without-chai]

Oh God. Tony really deserves so much love!!! Djdbdbdbshshd why did Howard have to be a dickbags full of poop?? Why???

This fic was amazing! I fucking love it. Steve is awesome, ofcourse he will help Tony free his car from car jail (and help Tony free himself from his dad jail). Rhodey is amazing as always. I feel little sad for Maya (whoever she is). Howard could die in a ditch. Also I would love to see what kinds of pizzas are available in Bucky's pizzeria. Lol. (also how did Sam react to Tony fucking Stark sharing a room with his roomie and keeping his toothbrush in their bathroom?) lol

Thanks for writing this!!

Runaway Groom

Tony shakily holds his phone. He’s outside on a balcony overlooking a moon-lit ocean, the warm August breeze ruffling his hair.

His thumb hovers over the number.

He should talk to Rhodey, his best bro forever. But this isn’t something he can talk to Rhodey about. HIs gut tells him that. Even if Rhodey is only on the other side of the sliding glass door behind him and Steve five years in the past.

Steve had thrown him a life-line once and Tony now needed to grab it. 

He is in Park Slope – a mere two hour drive away. Tony knows, because he’s been obsessively stalking Steve’s Instagram for the past two days. 

It’s do or die. He risks it all by calling. No one ever wants to talk on the phone these days. But if Tony can’t reach Steve now, his chance evaporates into the air. Tony returns to the party, goes to bed at a reasonable time, and get up at 10 am to ready for his wedding.

“Tony?” Steve asks and frankly scares the hell out of Tony.

He can see beautiful warm smiling Steve, his shirt tight and stained from his morning run, just like the picture he posted on Instagram a couple of hours ago.

“Hey, I’m in town.” Tony goes for a casual breezy tone, even if his heart is beating wildly from anxiety and terror and fear of rejection. “Free for a drink?”

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