#Steve Rogers x reaer

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Noticing ~ Part 4

Part 4 ~ Sleepyhead and Fluffy Bunny Ears (April)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Swearing, frustrating Steve, kind of angsty sometimes.

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Summary:  Y/N is in love with Steve, but she is afraid to tell him. So she tries to show him by using Cheesy Pickup lines. Will he ever notice her?

A/N: This is written for @buckysmischief​  Gab’ s 1k writing challenge.

This takes place after Endgame, But Steve did not leave the future. Nat and Tony are still alive.

Almost all pickup-lines are lines I have found on the internet. Some I have adjusted a bit to fit the storyline more.

And a special thank you to @allaboutthebooz for helping me choose the pick-up line for the end of this part.

It was April and you had continued to flirt with Steve every day. Or at least every day that you met him, the only place you did not flirt with him was on missions. You needed to keep your head in the game then. Nat and you had just come back to the compound after a two weeks mission in Spain. It had been both a tiring and an informative mission. All you wanted to do was to sleep in your own bed for the next 24 hours. Nat and you parted ways in the hallway. It was late night and you thought the rest of the team would be asleep by now. When you came to your door you saw Steve walking against you in the hallway. His eyes lit up when he saw you and you gave him a small smile. “Hey,” Steve says and you drop your bag on the floor and give him a hug. He laughs and hugs you back. “You must be dead on your feet.” You just nod into his chest. He laughs again and opens the door to your room.  “Come on, Sweetheart,” Steve turns you around, picks up your bag from the floor and leads you into your room. “Let's get you to bed.” “Are you going to join me?” You yawned and Steve chuckled.  “I don’t think so sleepyhead,” he said and put down your bag by the end of your bed. You turned around to him. “If you are not going to undress me or tuck me in,” you winked at him. “Then I think it’s time for you to leave.” You said and got your shoes off. Then you started to pull down the zipper on your jacket. Steve who finally understood what you were doing blushed, mumbled good night and left your room.  “If only I had the energy,” you mumbled and got undressed. Then you lay down in bed and fell asleep before you had any other thoughts. 

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The next morning, way too early, you are awakened by the pounding on your door.  “Auntie Y/N,” Morgan was knocking on your door. You looked at your clock on your bedside table and groan. It was not even eight o’clock in the morning. You had gotten home about four in the morning. You loved Morgan, but right now you wanted her to go away. The door opened, but you did not have the energy to even lift your head. Footsteps were heard coming closer to the bed. “Auntie Y/N,” you heard Morgans’s voice whisper.  “Morgan,” Steve was in the doorway. “Auntie Y/N, got home really late last night. She needs to sleep a couple of hours more. Come with me.” “But it’s Easter,” Morgan whined. “She promised to paint eggs with me.”  “She can do that when she has gotten some more sleep,” Steve says and you hear Steve walking into the room. Morgan giggles and you hear the door close. Steve had lifted Morgan out of your room.  “No disruptions, please FRIDAY, until at least noon,” you get out and FRIDAY agrees. And you immediately fall asleep.

At eleven you wake up and are hungry. You are still tired, but food seemed to be a better idea than to continue sleeping. After getting a shower and dressing you leave your room to go to the kitchen to get some food. “Oh, look, she is alive,” Sam smirks when you walk into the kitchen. You ignore him and walk to the fridge to see if there is any food. In there is a container with an avocado salad with your name on it, clearly written by Steve. You smile and take it along with a bottle of water.  “Aw, did he make you lunch?” Nat smirks when she comes into the kitchen. You nod to the fridge. “He did one for you too,” You start eating and almost moan it was so good. Nat nodded and walked over to the fridge. A moan escaped your mouth when you continued to eat. “Do you want to be left alone with that salad?” Sam grin at you. “Oh, shut up,” you glare at him. “Nat and I have been living on kind of spars food on our mission. So I think I have the right to enjoy good food.” Sam laughs at you and you huff at him. “Maybe I should tell Steve that his cooking made you moan,” Nat winks at you. It made your face turn red and Sam laugh even more. You continue to eat under silence and kept how good the food was to yourself. 

When you had finished eating you took care of the dishes. Steve walks into the kitchen. “Thank you for the salad,” you stand on your toes and press a kiss to Steve's cheek. “Yeah, man, she really enjoyed it,” Sam is wearing a shit-eating grin. Nat tries to hide her laugh in her hand, but you heard her. You blush and leave the kitchen. “What was that about?” you hear Steve ask and hurries on your steps. Hoping that Sam and Nat keep their mouths shut. 

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The next day in the afternoon everyone was outside looking for eggs. Tony had forgotten to hide the eggs during the night so you, Wanda and Pepper had spent a couple of hours hiding eggs, while the men had kept Morgan occupied inside. Now you stood looking around on Morgan, Clint, Tony, Sam and Bucky looking for eggs. It was kind of amusing. You saw Steve standing to the side so you walked over to him.  He was wearing a pair of blue fluffy bunny-ears on a headband. It was clear that Steve couldn’t say no to Morgan any more than you could.  “Are you the Easter Bunny?” You smiled at him and he chuckled. “Because of the ears, right?” Steve pointed on the ears. “No, 'Cause you've been hoppin' around my mind all day,” You say and Steve just blinks at you. It makes you laugh. “Auntie Y/N,” Morgan yells at you. She holds up a pink egg and makes a little dance. “Auntie Y/N, come help me.” You walk over to her. Leaving Steve alone with his thoughts. Bucky falls into step with you. “So what pick-up line did you use?” he asks and you look at him.  “What?” you say and blush a bit. “Oh, did you use: ‘Hey. You know the phrase ‘screwing like rabbits'? I think you and I can do better, want to try?’” Bucky winks at you and your face gets red. “What?! No!” you almost yell out. Bucky just chuckles and you hurry up your pace so you are with Morgan, and safe from Bucky’s ideas of a pick-up line. You would never be able to say something like that to Steve. Never. “What did Uncle Bucky say?” Morgan tilted her head to the side.  “Nothing important, Sweetie,” you answer. “Now let's find some more eggs.” Morgan dances a bit on the spot and off you go. 

Later that evening you are wearing a pair of fluffy hot pink bunny ears. Morgan had insisted that everyone had a pair of ears, and nobody had the heart to say no to her. Tony had a red pair, Pepper a dark blue pair, Nat had white pair, Sam had a pair of neon green once, Wanda had light pink, Clint had a pair of purple once, Bucky had a pair of dark red once, Peter had grey once and Bruce had a pair that was green. All you could think was that if the press saw this, they would have a field day. The headlines would write themself. Morgan was wearing a pair of hot pink bunny ears as well and painted on a pink nose and whiskers. Steve, Pepper and Wanda also had a pink nose and whiskers. It looked kind of funny on Steve with his beard, but you knew he had a soft spot for Morgan. Tony and Morgan had decided that you all should have an Easter movie night. First movie out was Hop and then Rise of the Guardians. You sat down on the couch and Morgan sat down next to you and clapped on the other side of you.  “Steve, sit here with Y/N,” Morgan demanded. Steve did as she said and sat down next to you. You smiled at him and felt kind of awkward. Did Morgan know about your feelings for Steve? Tony started the movie and you had a problem with relaxing. Morgan cuddled into your side, but you did almost not dare to touch Steve. He pushed loosely on your arm and you looked at him. He gave you a big smile and put his arm around your shoulder. It made you relax and you started paying attention to the movie. Morgan talked in the movie and asked questions, but that was nothing new. You had watched movies with her before. 

When the movies where over Morgan was tired and Tony came to lift her to bed. She turned to Steve and giggled. “Uncle Steven, you look like a bunny with a beard,” She said and smiled brightly at him. Tony said goodnight to everyone and carried Morgan to bed. Pepper followed him. Steve turned to you. “Some bunny I am, right?” Steve pointed at his beard.  “You're not just somebunny,” you gave Steve a hug.  “You're my bunny.” You stood up and said goodnight to everybody and went to your room to sleep.

Steve looked after Y/N and shook his head. Nat and Bucky were watching Steve closely, but his head was somewhere else so he did not notice. Bucky nodded to the kitchen and Nat followed him. “Y/N has feelings for Steve. That is why she is flirting with him, isn't it?” Bucky fixed his eyes on Nat and she just shrugged.  “Come on, Nat, I know you know,” Bucky was not letting up. “What is it to you?” Nat crossed her arms.  “Let’s make a bet,” Bucky smirked, Nat tilted her head. “How long it takes for Steve to understand what Y/N is up to.” Nat looked smug. “Fine, but just so you know,” Nat lowered her voice. “Y/N has given herself a deadline. Until next year, then she will give up.”  “Steve might be a Punk, but he is not that slow,” Bucky sounded confident. “I say that Steve will figure it out in July.” Nat nodded. “I think he will figure it out in October. What should we bet?” She looked around the kitchen for ideas. “How about if losers have to do the winners laundry for a month,” Bucky smirks at Nat. “Fine,” She says and holds her hand out to Bucky. They hear a thud from above them and Clint comes into the room from the vents. “I want in on that bet,” He says. “I think Steve will figure it out in September.” They all agree and go their separate ways. All of them sure that they have the right month.  

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baby fever.

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pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none really, just a post-break-up kinda couple

NOTES: i have never! written! for steve rogers! so i apologize if it isn’t great or seems forced! but please, give me criticism about his character if you find anything outta whack, i’d honestly love it :)

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“Hey, sweetheart, I’m gonna be out today – Pep and I have to attend some– some meeting somewhere,” his voice was sarcastic, and in the background, y/n could hear Pepper exasperatedly telling Tony where they were going. “Okay, so, love you, don’t tear the tower down, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/n laughed as the voicemail ended, finding it funny to hear her dad tell her, a twenty-two-year-old woman, not to tear the tower down – something about what a dad was supposed to do as a dad. If anything, he was the one more likely to tear it down than she was, and everyone who could breathe could tell you why.

As she put the phone down, the elevator doors opened and JARVIS notified her, “Ms. Y/n, there is waiting for you – a friend of yours, if I’m not mistaken.”

Getting up from her position on the couch, she walked over to the elevator and immediately greeted the woman standing there, holding the kid, “Hey! Jess!”

“Y/n, I just wanted to thank you for this,” Jess said, eyebrows furrowing as she mindlessly burped the baby lying on her shoulder, sound asleep.

“Don’t even worry about it – it’s least I could do for all the times you’ve given me somewhere to live while my dad fixed up our… places,” she laughed, shrugging and smiling sheepishly – she hated sounding like she was rich or otherwise better off than anyone else. She was never the pretentious type, and her dad made sure that she never wavered to how he used to be when he was up and coming as a young Stark with a lot of money to their name. 

Jessica smiled, placing a soft hand on y/n’s arm before sighing and looking at her watch, “Okay, I have to meet Benny at the airport in an hour, and traffic is absolutely atrocious right now so!” She handed y/n the boy, “Josh’s feeding schedule is in this backpack,” she pointed to the straps on her shoulder, “along with his food and his diapers – I trust you know how to change and when to change a baby?”

“Jess, are you kidding?” 

The two women shared a laugh and Jess finished out all of the tips for her kid, before furrowing her eyebrows and letting out a soft sigh, “Oh– You know what? I think I’m just going to take Josh–”

“The hell you are!” Y/n batted away Jess’s hands as she reached for her child, “Go have your date with Benny. I promise it’ll be nice to not have to worry about your son while you’re gone.”

“I just–” Jess’s shoulders slumped, and y/n shook her head again.

“No ‘just’s or ‘but’s, go, have fun, I promise Josh will be taken care of and perfectly fine when you get back,” Y/n slowly turned Jess around, baby still asleep and drooling just slightly on her shoulder as she walked the mom back to the elevator. “Now give me the backpack and go.”

In a couple more minutes, Y/n had the backpack on one shoulder, a sleeping boy on the other, and she was waving bye to Jessica as the doors closed.

She would have Josh for a few hours that night and knew that when he woke up, she was going to have to make his food and bring out a few of his toys to play with. Unfortunately, the baby waking up was rather soon, and all of the sudden, she was in mom mode, placing him down on the carpet and letting him waddle around, a few, No, stay over here, please or I wouldn’t recommend putting that in your mouth!’s leaving her lips as she kept her hands hovering above the kid’s waist. 

Finally finding the time to let the kid sit for a second, she went to the backpack and pulled out the feeding chart, groaning slightly to herself when she realized that she didn’t have long to make the food – and her father’s kitchen, as advanced and convenient as it was, was not going to be an easy place to watch a baby.

“Hey, JARVIS?”

“Yes, Ms. Y/n?”

“Do you know if anyone’s in the tower right now?” She was hopeful that someone, anyone would be able to help her and just watch the kid for a second while she made its food, and hopefully would be willing to help her with the kid for the rest of the day until Jessica got back.

“The only person that appears to be here is Mr. Rogers.”

Y/n’s stomach sank – anyone but Steve Rogers. Of course he was still here, though, it was like he never left the building. There was a moment of quiet, the only noise being the kid giggling and gurgling to her right before she conceded, “Can you send him up here? I need help with this little tyrant.”

In a few minutes, Steve was walking through the elevator doors, broad shoulders slightly slumped and looking post workout. His eyes softened slightly when he looked at her, and y/n’s heart crept to her throat at the sight of him – no matter what happened between them, she would always find him looking like that the most attractive thing she’d ever seen. 

“What’s up, y/n?” Steve asked, eyebrows raising slightly as he spotted the small human beginning to run to his legs. 

“Do you mind watching him while I make him some food?” Her voice was already tired and she was only a couple hours into this whole babysitting thing. 

“Yeah, sure,” he said, nodding and crouching down to smile at the baby. “Hey little buddy, you wanna play?”

“God that sounded creepy, Steve,” Y/n mumbled, eyes rolling, already feeling a slight annoyance bubbling up in her stomach. It wasn’t that she hated Steve, but good God, everything he did seemed to get on her every last nerve these days. 

He sighed, closing his eyes for a second and not responding to her comment, instead occupying himself with the boy in front of him, almost on the floor in a mess of giggles when Steve smiled at him. 

Y/n walked into the kitchen, readying the food for him that Jess had left a recipe for. It took all of a few minutes before she was coming out, stirring the mush in the bowl for baby Josh. When she stepped out of the kitchen, though, she stopped in her tracks and looked at Steve, laying on the ground and bouncing the baby up and down while they both laughed. 

Had it been a few months before, she would’ve smiled and let out an awe, considered what it would be like if that were her and Steve’s baby, if she and Steve had actually managed to last.

But that thought quickly left her mind as soon as Steve made eye contact with her, and the annoyance bubbled up again. She walked around the couch and sat down on the ground next to Steve, watching as he sat up and propped the baby on his lap. 

She smiled, looking at those shiny brown eyes and her heart leapt at the cuteness of the toothless grin that mirrored her own. Bringing up the food, she pulled the spoon out of the bowl and started making airplane noises, getting spoonful after spoonful into Josh’s mouth as he giggled, before he finally decided enough was enough and he spit the food out – all over Y/n.

Steve held back a giggle as he looked at the girl in front him, lips pursed in a tiny grin as Y/n wiped baby food from underneath her eye. A sigh left her body, and then she looked at Steve, and the both of them held their stoic faces for a small second before letting out a bout of laughter, Y/n falling back against the couch and Steve cackling, holding Josh in his hands. 

As the moment died, Y/n looked back at Steve, and she finally softened, for just a minute, before she realized what was happening and she snapped back into the annoyed version of herself. “I’m gonna go clean myself off, keep him– yeah, you know.”

Steve watched her walk away, and his stomach felt heavy. He shouldn’t have broken up with her, and he truly regretted it – hell, it wasn’t for a good reason either. He did it because he hadn’t felt like he had the time to truly commit to her, and he didn’t want to hurt her later, and better sooner than later right? Wrong. So absolutely wrong. 

She told Tony that same night, and Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t deserve what Tony gave him. Stark didn’t even need the suit to absolutely wreck him, Steve getting his ass handed to him in a way that really damaged his pride. The next morning, Y/n wouldn’t talk to him, and Nat hissed at the sight of the black eye and fat lip, shaking her head and giving him the biggest I told you so she could. 

Steve drew in a breath, and suddenly he couldn’t think straight, being overtaken by the rather rancid scent of… poop. Y/n came in right about that time, and she immediately smelt it, closing her eyes tightly and walking over to the backpack, pulling out a diaper and then picking Josh up from Steve’s lap. 

Placing him on the couch, she asked Steve to go get some paper towels, and then she went to work on changing Josh’s diaper. Taking off the old one, the super soldier was back just in time to give her the towels she could wrap up the poopy diaper, to which she placed beside her while she pulled out the new one and began to put it on.

Halfway through the rather difficult process, Steve interrupted her, “No, no, no, let me help–”

“Steve, don’t–” She tried to stop him, but his much larger hands took over, pushing her’s away while he finished tightening the diaper and securing it to Josh’s butt. Without a word, Y/n grabbed the discarded diaper beside her and got up, walking angrily off to the kitchen. 

Steve sighed, head dropping. Of course.

When Y/n came back into the living room, she let out a laugh, a quick scoff, with her tongue to her tooth as she thought about the words she was about to use, “What the hell, Rogers?”

“I–”

“No, you still treat me like I’m some damsel in distress, and we both know I’m not– you don’t have to be a hero every time there’s a person struggling, you don’t have to save me from every goddamn thing.”

Steve looked away for a second before he sighed, “You know I’m not trying to make you a damsel in distress, y/n. I just want to help you, that’s all.”

She was annoyed that his voice was so calm, so level, and it almost made her lose her mind, “Why the fuck do you not yell at me? Why don’t you get angry? Why do you never get sad or frustrated or irritated? Why are you a fucking robot Steve?” 

To say she was pissed was to ask for the Understatement of the Year Award. Steve knew this had been festering all morning, festering since he broke up with her, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less when she finally let it out and he had to see her beat red cheeks and hear her strained voice. But Steve opted to say nothing, just furrow his eyebrows and sighing, looking down at his lap.

She scoffed again, shaking her head and looking out the window, “Predictable. Just goddamn predictable,” she went quiet for a minute before rolling her eyes, “thanks for the help, Rogers. You can go back to being a hero.”

Steve knew it wasn’t worth trying to stay, so he just got up, scruffing Josh’s hair and walking to the elevator, leaving the floor Y/n was on. Y/n waited until the doors closed and it dinged before she let herself breakdown, tears starting to slip down her cheeks.

Walking toward Josh, she sniffled and smiled weakly, leaning into his tiny hand as he wiped away the tears. As Y/n looked at him, she realized that he looked just like Jess, and she smiled thinking about the day that she would be able to do this with her own kid, with another baby Stark running around the tower, wreaking havoc wherever they walked. 

And, she’d never admit it out loud, at least not these days, but she secretly hoped that baby would’ve looked a hell of a lot like Steve Rogers. 

The hours passed slowly, playing with Josh, then turning on the TV and putting on whatever he wanted, and letting him sit there while she left to make his food, trusting that he would stay on the couch and just suck on his binky for a second. But, of course, he was a baby who could walk, so he managed to slide himself off the couch, and when she came back, he was trapped in Steve Rogers’s arms once again, laughing almost hysterically as Steve made a bunch of random noises. 

“Oh my God, Josh,” she mumbled, pulling him from Steve’s arms without really acknowledging his being there again, and then asking, “can you hold him while I feed him?”

They recreated the same scene as hours before, but this time, she stopped when she saw Josh start to eat his food slower and slower. Then, once he was done, she put the bowl of food away in the kitchen and came back, flopping onto the couch next to Steve and letting out a sigh. Josh crawled into her lap, head lolling against her shoulder before he nodded off, and Y/n kept a soft hand on his back, rubbing in circles.

The two adults watched the old Tom and Jerry cartoon for a few silent minutes before Steve whispered, “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

She didn’t say much before she looked at him with a small, apologetic pull to her lips, “Me, too.” 

That was all they said before focusing on the cartoons again, and before they realized it, they were both nodding off, just like Josh. Y/n fell asleep against Steve’s shoulder, body snuggling just slightly closer, and Steve fell asleep with his arm behind the Y/n and his head on the back of the couch. 

When Jess got there later, JARVIS opted to not wake the couple, letting Y/n’s friend walk in on the sight. She smiled to herself, knowing how much Steve had meant to Y/n, and knowing that it would be inevitable that those two ended up back together. 

She gently took Josh from Y/n’s arms, grabbed the backpack and all of the toys, then left a note on Y/n’s lap that said she came and grabbed Josh, but the two of them looked like they needed their beauty sleep, so she decided not to bother them. And, as she walked back to the elevator, Y/n turned in her sleep and leaned more into Steve, legs draping across his lap and head against his chest.

Y/n was going to hate her for this in the morning, but, what else were friends for?

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

SHIELD’s Best Weapon (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: one swear

Request: The reader is one of the most smartest people on the planet but has social Anxiety issues. They worked for Fury for 7 years and helped out Shield/Avengers without them knowing. Because of helping out the r has an underground laboratory that only fury knows about. Fury also keeps the r off any shield database. One day the reader goes to the Avengers HQ (paycheck) and stops a massive data breach. Tony arrives and are informed on the reader.

When you saw that Fury was trying to call you, you knew that something serious was going on, and you already dreaded what he was going to ask you. Despite this, you picked up the phone, putting it on speaker. “Yeah?” You asked him.

“You need to get to the headquarters. A breach is occurring and it’s above Stark’s and his fancy gadget’s knowledge.” He was straight forward, not beating around the bush. You turned to your own devices, checking your systems, seeing that they’d been temporarily taken offline. “This isn’t something you can do from there. You need to be on the floor. Maria’s on her way to meet you personally and to get you access into the building since everything is on lockdown right now.” 

You gathered everything you knew you’d probably need to get SHIELD back on line, and then waited in the narrow tunnel outside your little lab, deep underground. Your lab was more like a bomb shelter, and you spent almost all your time down here. You literally lived down here in a large room attached to your lab. You also had your own living room, kitchen and dining room, though the living room and dining room was rarely used. You were far too busy to sit down and relax. 

It wasn’t long till a car came racing down the tunnel, stopping in front of you, and looking in you saw Maria, and you got into the car with her. She didn’t say anything, starting to drive immediately. She didn’t even look at you other than to make sure you were fastened in and ready to go. She knew better than to try and make small talk with you. “Who’s there?” You asked her quietly. You did a double take, not believing for a second you were the one to initiate conversation. 

“All the Avengers… they just got back from a mission when the breach was recognised by Stark.” She explained, still keeping it short and to the point. You nodded, before keeping your head down, telling Maria you were done talking for the time being. You didn’t talk for the rest of the drive.

She got you into the building and passed anyone who tried to stop you, until she got you to Fury himself, who was overlooking the several agents trying their hardes to keep the main weapons under lock and key as the compromise continued to try and take control. You walked over to one of the computers, Maria escorting the agent in front of it away as you took his seat, sitting down and looking at the information, before starting to work. Fury leant on the desk, watching you work. “How bad is it?” He asked. 

“You said it was an emergency. This is a virus. They’re different.” 

“YN, they’re trying to get control over weapons that could cause an end of the world scenario, I consider that an emergency.” He pointed out, not getting a response as you leant forward a bit to look closer at what you were doing. “What are you doing now?” 

“Creating several copies of the information needed to hijack the weapons with encryption in them, and pushing them in front of the real one… I’ve put my own virus in the fakes, so as soon as they try to either use or break through, I’ll get access myself.” You explained. 

“Who the hell are they?” You glanced over at who had said that, seeing Rogers followed closely by seemingly every other Avenger. Fury snapped his fingers at the screen, telling you to focus on what you were doing, which you did. 

“Y/N, they’re stopping the breach. Let them work.” Fury said shortly. 

“How did they get in?” 

“I called for them.” Fury continued to defend. You continued to work, but listened to the bickering, until you finished what you needed to do, pressing enter, and waiting. After a second, they fell for your trap, and you smiled and got to work, finding out who the hackers on the other side were, locating them, and taking control of their own devices. You could practically feel their panic in their rapid and desperate attempts to shake you off, but after another second, all control was gained, and the alarms stopped going off, and everyone stopped working, as they realised the threat had disappeared. There was a stunned silence. You sat back in your seat, looking up at Fury.

“Can I go home now?”  You asked him. Maria motioned her head for you to follow her, and you stood up. 

“Wait-wait- how did you do that?” Stark brought up, getting in your way. “My attempts were futile, they shut down my systems immediately and so effectively I didn’t even notice at first.” 

“My systems are better. My System is the reason that SHIELD didn’t collapse in the time it took you to notice something was wrong and for me to get here to sort it.” You said shortly, before stepping to the side and walking around him, following after Maria.

“Fury, when a breach happens everyone is supposed to stay on base, no on is to leave and no one is to enter- those are your rules!” Natasha pointed out. 

“I am aware of that. However, Stark wasn’t capable of stopping the breach, so I called in the one person I knew could deal with it effectively, and that person is Y/N.” He stated firmly. 

“But we don’t know who they are. Are they even in our files?” Clint asked. 

“No, and I made sure they’re not, but they do work for me. They’re meant to be hidden, and I expect that now you know about them, that it is your top priority to keep them safe and a secret.” He informed them. 

“Why?” Thor asked. 

“Wait did they say they made the system?” Bruce picked up. “That means they know everything about SHIELD- They could tear it down if they wanted. Their skills outranks you, Tony.” Bruce pointed out. 

“Exactly. Y/N is one of, if not the most intelligent people in the world. I’ve yet to see them actually struggle against someone fighting their creations. They’re our most powerful weapon, and the most powerful weapon on Earth. That is why they’re not in our files, and why I never told you about them. You do not talk about Y/N unless absolutely certain no one else will hear you, and you do not leave a paper trail.” He instructed them. 

“That must be lonely… where do you keep them?” Wanda pointed out. 

“They have their own lab and living area underground, though where I’m not prepared to tell you, at least not yet. But I assure you, that lab is their own little Utopia. They’re not a people person.” He pointed out, before he walked past the group, leaving the room. The Avengers all looked at each other, before Tony sighed. 

“Alright, let’s make sure everything’s back online, and I can’t believe I’m agreeing with him… but let’s not look for Y/N, I have a feeling it’ll get us into too much shit for us to dig ourselves out of.” 

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my house of stone, your ivy grows & now i’m covered in you.

{King!Steve Rogers x noblewoman!Reader}

with a side of Prince/King!Peter Parker x Reader

ROYALTY/MEDIEVAL AU

summary -> engaged to the Prince of Arachnia, the young maiden finds her heart calling out the name of another. 

warnings-> infidelity. age gap! (reader’s age isn’t explicitly said but she’s younger than Steve). poorly & awkwardly written SMUT.  (includes: unprotected sex, brief fingering, slight breeding kink). rambles. angst. fluff. lots of tension. bittersweet ending :)  

A/N -> for smut part, please scroll if you are not 18+. MINORS DNI

word count -> 12k+ !!! this one’s a lengthy one & i had no intentions of turning it into a series. it just got long. 

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At the ripe age of five-years-old, you were plucked from your childhood, abandoning all the childish whims and adventures to be groomed to be the perfect wife. No more rolling in the dirt with your older brothers or mucking about the stables with the horses or fencing with sticks that substituted the steel bladed swords.

It all quickly became sewing needles and recipes, cleaning and books balanced on your crown.

You were taught it all.

How to behave. How to stand or sit. How to greet and host. How to exist in silence because “a lady is to be seen and never heard,” as your teacher, Madam Morris, would say. The many lessons were engraved into your mind while the meaningless tasks and skills became muscle memory.

Be pious. Be kind. Smile. Be what your husband wants. Laugh. (no, not like that). Do as your husband says. Be interesting but not too much. Never overshadow your husband. Don’t disappoint or you will bring shame upon your family.

What a burden to place on the shoulders of a young teen though it was expected of you. Coming from an aristocratic family, it was all you ever knew: “get a husband and make us proud”.

As the years droned on and you approached adulthood, the pressure to marry became more and more prominent. And when you shed past your teen years as an unmarried young adult, the disappointment and shame began to show. Your family throwing distaste your way with snide remarks and mocking smirks.

The embarrassment felt as if it had been painted across your cheeks and you grew restless, convincing yourself to accept any opportunities of marriage just to be rid of their cruelty.

So, when the Prince of Arachnia arrived at your father’s estate and asked for permission to court you, you had no choice but to accept.

Prince Peter Benjamin Parker was nothing short of the perfect gentleman. As you walked, he’d ensure that you were safely tucked into his side opposite of the streets. He’d hold your hand steady as you exited carriages. He’d leave chaste kisses on your forehead or knuckles – almost always on your left ring finger – even though your chaperone would throw a disapproving glance his way.

You thought of him as charming with his tousled, dark brown curls with matching eyes that squinted as he smiled or laughed harder than he intended.

“He would make a great king someday,” your father would sing his praises. “And you, my dove, will be his fine queen.”

You were never fond of these comments, never finding any appreciation or gratitude when they were uttered to you. Though the thought of being queen would make any young girl giddy with excitement, you found an odd sensation of dread within you.

You weren’t sure where the feelings had originated from. Were you nervous about being a queen? About the responsibility of running not only an estate but an entire country as well? Or was it the fact you would forever be labeled as his queen rather than the queen? Did you detest the idea of belonging to another person for the rest of your life?

“Are you alright?” His voice brought you back into the present. You swallowed as you turned away from the window facing the garden of roses that your mother was so proud of to face the prince. You curtseyed although he’s told you many times it was unnecessary.

“I’m grand,” you lied with a weary smile though he bought it all the same.

Peter grinned a toothy smile as he took your hand in his. It was then you felt the weight of the engagement ring on your finger. The sapphire blue was an oval shape, large enough to cover the skin of your knuckle. The center jewel adorned a halo of smaller diamonds. All this sitting on the delicate white gold band that wrapped around your finger like a shackle.

He brought your hand to his lips, placing a kiss upon the sapphire. “I shall be counting down the days,” he whispered in the quiet room. You forced another smile and nodded.

“As will I.”

»————-　⚜　————-«

Arachnia wasn’t a large country nor was it tiny either. It had eight main roads that extended into the towns with the capital and its palace in the center. It had been said that the main roads were all equal in length so that everyone was at an equal distance from the palace though you weren’t so sure that there was truth to this. Your father’s estate sat near the south of Arachnia, in one of the nicer towns. The ride to Peter’s real home felt like an eternity.

It had been his idea, of course, that you be brought to the palace months ahead of the wedding. “Life in the castle is different to life in the towns,” he told you before, weeks into your courtship, “Everyone’s always watching.” He reasoned that the prying eyes needed to get used to the presence of his future queen, but you understood it all the same – that although it was crucial that you adjust to court, it was equally, if not more so, important that the court adjust to you.

“I will give you the grand tour,” he said as you put your head on his shoulder. The journey, although short, had picked at your energy. All you wanted was to close your eyes and sleep, but his excited chatter kept pulling you back into consciousness. As much as you wanted to tell him to pipe down, you knew you couldn’t. Not only was he your husband to be, but he was also your soon to be king. “There’s fountains and gardens – I had them plant roses like the ones in your mother’s – “

The words became muddled nonsense as you slowly dozed off. The journey and your sleepless night, picking at the skin on your fingers, had finally caught up to you, making your eyelids heavy with sleep.

You jolted awake as the carriage hit a bump. You and Peter’s head slammed into each other, waking you both. You groaned, rubbing the spot as he mirrored you.

“You alright?” Peter asked you. You nodded, still rubbing the spot. Peter leaned over and kissed it and you gave him a tight-lipped smile. “You’ve been rather quiet. Is there something on your mind?”

You shook your head. “No, your highness,” you said. “I am just a bit nervous, is all.”

“Don’t be.” Peter chuckled. “The kingdom will fall in love with you just as I have.”

“And if they do not? Shall you find another bride?”

Peter’s smile faltered before shaking his head. “Those who do not immediately fall for my queen are mad and I shall find them the greatest court physician to treat their delusions.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You placed your head against his and took in a shaky breath.

There it was again. My queen. Another reminder that you no longer belonged to yourself. That as soon as vows are exchanged and he places another band on top of the enormous ring you already wore, you were completely his to own.

And suddenly that sweet moment, wrapped in your fiancé’s arms, was cut short as that familiar feeling of dread washed over you.

»————-　⚜　————-«

After weeks following your arrival in the center of Arachnia, it still didn’t feel like your home, rather it was Peter’s. The maids didn’t follow your orders nor did the kitchen staff. Heavens knows that the knights and the other noblemen wouldn’t acknowledge you. It felt as if no one knew your name, save for Prince Peter and his aunt, Lady May Parker.

You were merely a stranger in their court, the soon to be king’s guest.

Although the preparations for Peter’s coronation should’ve been your duty, Lady Parker seized the job, citing that you weren’t the queen just yet. “Let me alleviate you of this, Lady (Y/N).” She told you with a smile. “After your marriage, I shall step aside and allow you all the duties as the lady of the castle.” And in many ways, you were grateful that this was not your responsibility for the coronation of Prince Peter Parker had been long awaited for.

After Peter’s uncle, King Benjamin, passed and with Peter’s father long gone before then, the young prince was suddenly eyed to be the king. However, the councilmen thought that the boy was too young – too green to be king. They waited years until Peter came of age and once he finally did, they refused a peaceful transition of power. Instead, there were harsh rumors that the kingdom would be handed to Brooklyn’s King.

This debacle led to rumors of unrest and threats of civil war. It felt as if the entire continent held its breath as it stared at Arachnia, waiting for the violence to begin.

If King Anthony of Starken and Lady Parker did not intervene, then there would’ve been lives lost and a country torn. An agreement was made between House Parker and their council: that before Peter may take the throne, he must either be married or engaged, so that the line of succession may be secured.

And with your presence and Peter’s sapphire ring, the crown became his in an instant.

Nearly three weeks before his coronation, lords and ladies along with royals from other countries flocked to Arachnia to celebrate its king.

Lady Parker and Prince Peter introduced you to so many people in the coming days that none of their names truly stuck. All except one.

King Steven Rogers of Brooklyn.

The tall, broad man strode through the castle halls. His royal blue clothes made his eyes pop in the daylight. You thought he was beautiful. His presence demanded attention and he walked with a knowing smirk. Cocky. Arrogant. You profiled as he stood in front of Peter, towering over him.

Peter, still a prince, bowed to him as you did. “You’re younger than I expected.” The King’s voice was contradicting to his loud presence. His tone was even and steady like soft currents of a river or the expert strokes of a painter upon a canvas. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you until Peter called your name.

“King Steven, allow me to introduce my bride to be, Lady (Y/N).” Peter’s brow glistened with sweat though he stood tall. He was nervous. You could tell by the way his pitch was higher than it usually was. Under the king’s eye, he felt inferior. Insecure, even. Because although Peter was charming and slender, King Steven was intimidatingly handsome and built. Peter looked like a prince whereas Steven exuded the confidence of the king and looked like it, too.

You knew of the history between Brooklyn and Arachnia. There had been rumors that if Prince Peter could not get the crown, that the entire country would become part of Brooklyn’s, part of this other king’s domain.

“It’s a pleasure, my lady,” the king smiled at you and your eyes rounded as butterflies erupted from your stomach. He took your hand in his and you felt goosebumps rise all over your skin. A nervous, ragged breath escaped you as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss upon your knuckles like Peter’s done a million times.

But your reaction was different. Your face went hot, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You could feel it between your legs, a feeling you had never felt before. Pulsing. Throbbing.

King Steven’s hand lingered over yours for a few seconds more, thumb grazing your skin and over the sapphire. You suddenly felt embarrassed – as beautiful as the ring was, it was so large that it looked odd on your dainty hand.

“Beautiful ring,” he complimented with a nod to Peter. “Excellent taste.” It wasn’t clear if the king was complimenting the ring or the young woman who wore it and no one dared question such a distinguished man.

You pulled your hand away from his with a bow of your head. You couldn’t look him in the eye for a second more. “Thank you for joining us, your majesty.”

The king smiled at your fiancé before nodding. “I look forward to your coronation, Peter. I’m sure it’ll be a pleasant event.”

You forced a smile as you and your fiancé greeted the next guest. The pleasantries and introductions fell upon deaf ears because as you looked up, searching through the crowd, your eyes immediately found his already staring back at you.

»————-　⚜　————-«

It felt as if there was a party every single day. A festival in the courtyard. A feast every night. You began to wonder where was all this money coming from – were the people being taxed heavily for the enjoyment of the upper class? Lady Parker assured you that Arachnia was well funded and that where the expenses exceeded their budget, they were handled by King Anthony, who considered it an early marriage present.

You sat like a decorated ornament next to Peter, surrounded by the other royals at a round table. You felt out of place in a gown made from your town’s finest tailor whereas the queens and princesses around you wore one-of-a-kind pieces. You were reminded, again, that you were just an aristocrat’s daughter, the fiancé of a king sitting among the men and women that bards wrote songs about.

You felt as if you were set to be the butt of the joke in another round of ridicule as King Anthony drew his attention from teasing Peter to you.

“You,” he began, words a bit slurred due to the ale in his overflowing cup, “are very gorgeous. My love,” he directed to his wife, Queen Virginia, “don’t you agree?”

“Yes, you are a delight, Lady (Y/N).” The strawberry blonde smiled at you. You returned the smile, timidly.

“Likewise, your majesty,” you returned before nodding your head to the rest of the table. “All of you are wonderful.” Truthfully, many of their names went over your head and to save yourself the embarrassment, you refrained from calling any of them by name, only saying simple titles like your majesty and my lord or lady.

“Lady (Y/N),” the princess from the foreign land, Sokovia you think, called your attention. You believe her name was Wanda, or at least that was what the King of Hawksview called her. “Are you excited for whatever adventures marriage will bring you?” Her tone was drunk and teasing. It was clear what she was alluding to though you weren’t quite sure if you caught on.

“Oh, dear,” Peter chuckled, awkwardly, obviously understanding. His face a beet red as he patted your hand that sat on your lap. “Dove, you do not need to answer.”

“Dove?” King Steven, the one man you knew by name, questioned from across the round table. He sat directly in front of you and you swore he sat there deliberately.

“It’s what my father calls me,” you explained though your voice was a bit scratchy, your throat dry. You coughed before taking a sip from your barely touched ale, finding the taste quite revolting. You shifted uncomfortably in the seat as you felt the prying eyes of the Brooklyn King stare through you as if you were glass.

“Dove.” He repeated, trying the petname out. “Sweet. Innocent.”

“Oh, you stop teasing, Steve,” the woman with dark red hair rolled her eyes. You remembered her being called Nat though you did remember her from your history lessons. Queen Natalia Romanova of Widow’s Peak, the queen who paved the way for women on the battlefield. She was revered and you were in awe when you met her.

“If we’re teasing, shall we jest about how Steven has yet to marry?” The prince from Asgard laughed. He pushed his long black hair over his shoulder as his older brother, the blonde – the King – swatted at his forearm with the back of his hand as if to say be quiet.

Steven smirked, eyes shifting to his lap, before chuckling. “Laugh and tease all you want,” he said, grabbing his cup and bringing it to his lips.

“Why is it you haven’t married?” Queen Natasha’s husband, Bruce – you think – asked.

Attention shifted back to Brooklyn’s king as he shrugged, taking another swig from his cup. His eyes darted around the table as if gaging – studying – the group.

You found it odd. Many of the royals around you considered the others their closest friends, yet here he was, a mystery to them still. It was as if he was content with going unseen and unheard. You could understand.

“C’mon, Stevie,” King Anthony taunted with a pet name. The blonde’s jaw tensed for a moment but quickly released. You frowned at that – was there tension between the two kings? “Handsome, wealthy king with vast holdings and a powerful kingdom, yet no marriage? It’s like you’re not trying, Steven.”

The Brooklyn king chuckled again, brows lifting with an amused look. His eyes met yours and you felt your face go hot again. Your gown shifted underneath the table as your knee bumped Peter’s when you crossed your legs. He looked away.

“I would not get married simply because I need a crown,” his eyes shifted to Peter before shifting back to his cup, “or I need an alliance, or my country requires finances or resources. Brooklyn’s striving under my rule.” He said it so calmly and smugly as if he weren’t throwing condescending comments about his friends’ marriages right in front of them.

“If I were to get married,” Steven’s ocean eyes met yours again like the waves crashing into a shore, “it would be because I’m in love.”

You shifted in your seat, that pulsing, throbbing ache returning as you held his stare. You bit your lip before nervously breaking the eye contact to pick at the bread roll on your plate.

You suddenly jumped when Peter draped his arm around your shoulder, completely unaware that he was about to do so, too preoccupied to appear occupied. He shot you a worried glance, but you gave him a tight smile and a nod.

“Well, I, for one,” he smiled, “am marrying for love.” Peter pressed a kiss to your temple, and you felt your smile drop for a second. Just a mere second – maybe even less.

No one noticed, you assured yourself with a relieved exhale. You scanned the round table to find that everyone smiled at you and your fiancé with dopey grins, staring at the two children in love. However, Steven’s was different.

No… The king had a knowing smirk on his face as if to say, I saw.

»————-　⚜　————-«

With the coronation in a fortnight, you and Peter found yourselves on edge. Your shoulders always felt tense which left an ache in your neck, leaving you to rub out the knots but to no avail.

Peter’s nerves made him jittery. During meals, his leg bounced up and down with nerves. The sudden movement often shaking the table, leaving you in an annoyed silence. To cope with his pending coronation nerves, the young prince whisked himself into meaningless tasks and hobbies in hopes to distract himself.

Unfortunately, this meant that he often left you to yourself, leaving you to dwell in your unease on your own.

You confided in Lady Parker about your nerves though she returned your concern with a small frown. “You aren’t getting coronated, why are you nervous?” She chuckled dismissively. You nearly snapped then but was able to stop yourself before saying anything offensive to Lady Parker.

Deciding that your thoughts were better left unsaid, you isolated yourself in the stairwell on the south wing of the castle. In your time here at Arachnia, this quickly became your favorite spot. The south wing was nowhere near the bustling crowds of guests and their parties, making it the quietest place in the castle at times. There was a wide window that stood above the stairs; it brought in gorgeous sunlight and you often found yourself basking in its warmth.

However, with your troubled thoughts, the south wing stairwell’s window brought you no comfort at all as you gnawed on the bump on the inside of your cheek. It was a habit you picked up when you were being taught to be a lady – a lady is to be seen and never heard – so you opted to biting back your opinions and retorts, whether it be physical or metaphorical.

Though Lady Parker was right, the coronation was Peter’s worry alone, it would not only be Peter that would be judged and watched by the entire continent the moment that crown is on his head. Even now as a mere lady, the fiancé of their soon to be king, you were burdened with such scrutiny and you were sure that this would only increase three-fold once Peter was crowned king.

The pressures would only worsen once you were dubbed Peter’s queen.

So, you sat pensively in your thoughts near the top of the stairs as you enjoyed the last few months of peace you had left.

“For an engaged woman, I do find you alone too many times,” a voice took you from your thoughts as it carried through the empty stairwell. You looked up and met the amused smirk of King Steven Rogers.

You stood up from your spot and found your footing at the top of the staircase before you curtseyed. “Your majesty,” you greeted.

“Most brides tend to cling to their fiancé, fighting to be by their side every waking moment,” the king mused, quirking an eyebrow up, “but not you.”

“I suppose.”

“May I?” He gestured to the unoccupied seat next to you. You bit your lip before nodding, sitting down again, but this time with the king’s warmth next to you. “Is something on your mind, Lady (Y/N)?”

“No, your majesty,” you said a bit too quickly and he saw through you.

He tutted, knowingly. “I know a troubled lady when I see one,” he pressed. “Please, my lady, speak freely as if I am just a friend.”

“I hadn’t realized I was friends with a king,” you muttered. You felt his eyes on you as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and stared at your lap.

The conversation stilled as the silence built, but you found comfort in the king’s presence. Although his eyes made you uneasy and nervous, he brought you a strange sense of peace.

His soft chuckle pulled you from your thoughts again. “Lady (Y/N).” He said your name and you glanced over at him with a brow cocked up. “I noticed that you don’t speak, not often, at least.”

“I was taught to never speak unless spoken to.”

He scoffed. “That’s a habit that you’ll grow out of.” He saw confusion flash through your expression and smiled, gently. “A strong, respected queen demands attention as she enters a room. Every step she takes must be a stride of confidence so that no one ever questions her status.”

“A status that my husband, the king, gives me. I cannot over-step. I would undermine him.”

“Peter’s a king,” Steven corrected. “I never said you would over-step, but a true king would ensure that he and his queen are in equal footing.” He cocked his head to the side as he noticed your grimace. “You don’t like that.”

“I beg your pardon?” You asked before quickly added, “your majesty.”

“Being called his queen,” he clarified with a smile.

Panicked, you began, “I am humbled to wear his ring on my finger – that he considered me for marriage and that – “

“You are not on trial,” he interrupted, quickly with a laugh. “It’s merely an observation.” You nodded, awkwardly. “In my opinion, I feel as if a marriage – any marriage, whether royal or otherwise – is a partnership, but unfortunately, many see it as an ownership.”

“That’s just not how our society sees it.” You muttered with a shake of your head.

“Where is your fiancé? It’s too often that I find you alone. I shall share a word with him about his manners.” He joked and you laughed lightly at his attempt to lighten the mood.

You sighed, fidgeting with the sapphire on your finger. “He’s … preoccupied.”

Steve frowned at that but abruptly stood, stretching his hand out to you. “Then, come, my lady, I shall escort you to the festival to enjoy this beautiful day.”

Your hands flew to your face as you shook your head, defiantly. “Oh, god no!” You groaned. He amusedly raised his eyebrows at you. “I hate leaving the castle to join the others… Everyone just stares at me. It’s unsettling!”

Steve laughed and leaned down to pull you to your feet. Although you stood at the top of the staircase and he a few steps beneath you, he was still taller than you.

“They’re admiring their future queen,” he tried. He took your hands in his and you felt a shiver run down your spine as the goosebumps rose. “And from where I stand, I must say, she is truly a vision… Even if she’s moping.”

The butterflies didn’t cease to exist as they fluttered excitedly under his stare. You bit your lip and avoided eye contact, staring at your hands clasped in his. His words lifted your confidence, but his presence made you nervous and you didn’t quite understand why.

He whispered your name; fingers reaching out beneath your chin and lifted your chin. Blue eyes staring deep into your wide ones and for a split second he glanced down at your lips.

“You can tell me to stop.”

He was so close to you. Your noses were nearly touching.

“What if I don’t want you to?” You whispered. You held your breath, but he gladly stole it as he pressed his soft, plump lips onto yours.

You swore it was almost instinct… It had to be. You moved in sync. With your lips pressed against his, you felt this feeling of belonging – something you hadn’t felt in all your time in the palace of Arachnia, in all your life. In all your time spent with Peter, it never felt like this.

Your hands fisted his dirty blonde hair as his hands cupped your face, holding you there… keeping you in the moment and you swore time stopped.

You were breathless when you finally pulled away. Eyes wide in realization.

You had just given your first kiss away to a man that wasn’t your fiancé and there was no ounce of regret in either of you.

»————-　⚜　————-«

Time passed so slowly when all you’d wish for was that it’d up – skipping to a time where you and Peter were already married and the royals have all vacated Arachnia and back to their own lands, where the king that occupied your mind was long gone.

In the days that followed, you avoided each like the plague. You’d turn the corner and see Peter then immediately turn the other way or you’d bow your head down so low so that you could avoid Steven’s fixated stare as you passed him in the corridors.

The only time you couldn’t escape the two was during meals. Although during breakfast and lunch you usually spent alone, it was during the feasts of dinner that you could not escape the lingering stare of King Steven nor the possessive arm of Prince Peter.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Peter whispered in your ear. You were guilt-ridden as you stared at the concern that filled his deep brown eyes. You muttered that you were alright just a bit tired although under the king’s eyes you have never felt more alive. But he accepted your answer nonetheless.

“Are we interrupting,” teased King Anthony with a playful grin. “Shall we order the absence of everyone in the room so that you two may have all the privacy in the world?” His wife slapped his shoulder with a chuckle as you and Peter bashfully apologized – Peter because he was truly embarrassed for being caught whispering in your ear and you because you felt Steven’s eyes staring through your soul. “Tell us, Lady (Y/N), how did such a lovely lady such as yourself end up with a brute of a prince like Peter?”

You swallowed as all their attention turned to you. You stared across the table at King Steven who eyed you with a smirk. His elbows rested on the table with his hands clasped together, head resting on top of his knuckles, as if taunting you, egging you on. You tore your eyes away as you focused on your lap.

“Well… uh – “

“We met at her brother’s party,” Peter announced, proudly. You took your cue and nodded with a small grin and kept silent. “My father and hers were friends before he passed, and so they invited my aunt and I. We had no choice but to accept, and thankfully, we did. She was truly a sight, this one.” You forced a laugh as the other chuckled. “I knew then she had to be mine, this little dove.”

You grimaced but quickly covered it up by grabbing your cup of untouched ale. Your eyes flicked over to Steven who was already staring at you. He cocked an eyebrow up at you as your eyes met. You brought the ale to your lips and he stared as your lips pressed against the rip of the chalice but never drank anything.

The conversation drifted to another topic, but you excused yourself, telling Peter you were exhausted. He nodded with a smile and leaned in to kiss you and your eyes widened, turning your head – had he wanted your first kiss to be in front of all these people? Marking you as his? His lips pressed against your cheek and you muttered goodbye to him and bid a goodnight to the others.

You wondered aimlessly throughout the corridors, lost in your thoughts. With everyone in the grand hall for dinner, the castle was felt empty, and your shoes clicked against the tiles and echoed through the halls. After minutes of silent walking, you felt the hairs at the back of your neck prick up and goosebumps run down your arms.

You turned to find the dark hallway staring back at you. You frowned before you turned and ran into a sturdy build of a man.

“I thought you retired for the night?” and you recognized the voice immediately.

“Your majesty,” you whispered, bowing awkwardly to King Steven.

He chuckled as you apologized frantically. He shushed you, seizing your hands but you snatched them away. Steven frowned. “You’re avoiding me.”

“What happened shouldn’t have happened,” you hissed.

A playful smirk replaced his scowl as he tilted his head, tauntingly. “But you could’ve stopped me. You could’ve said no.”

“Of course,” you chuckled dryly. “It’s always the woman’s fault. Men can never take responsibility for their misdoings and kings,” you spat out as if it were poison on your tongue. “are no better.”

“Was it your first kiss?”

Your tongue darted out and wet your bottom lip and you didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced down. Embarrassment washed over you like a wave as your shoulders slumped. Were you that bad?

“It was, wasn’t it?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t have known… but you were a natural – “

“Don’t flatter me.” You snapped and he laughed.

“So, I had the honor of being your first kiss…” He muttered. Steven’s hand grabbed your bicep, which was significantly smaller than his, and pulled you closer to him.

“Your majesty – “He shushed you as he kissed you again in that corridor, but you pulled away abruptly, not allowing yourself to melt into him. “We can’t. I am engaged to the prince.”

Steven rolled his eyes. “But you don’t want to be. Others may dismiss it as nerves, cold feet, even, but,” he tsked, “I know better.”

“You don’t know me. You know nothing about me.”

“I know enough.” He whispered. “Enough to know that I want you.”

“I have to be married to the prince. I wear his ring. I live in his castle.”

“And enjoy a loveless marriage? He can dote on you and you can learn to love him, yes… I’ve seen it in my parents’ union and in my friends’, but you’ll never truly be happy, no…” He told you, brows furrowed and shook his head.

“And I’d be happy as your mistress?” You scoffed, shaking your head, but you made no motions to step away. “A noblewoman reduced to nothing but a king’s play-thing? The dishonor, the shame – “

“I never said you’d be my mistress.” Steven shook his head as he cupped your jaw.

“And you intend to marry me?” You laughed as if he had said the funniest joke you’ve ever heard. And it was. It was hilarious to think that he was being anything but truthful. You were sure he was jesting with you. Empty words. Empty promises. But his stare was serious.

“I want you.”

“You want the idea of me,” you corrected. “The idea that you can take another king’s wife. Kings throughout history are all the same. Covet another man’s wife, his property, or his land. Just to prove you are better.” You shook your head. “It’s a pissing contest for you. It’s treason for me.”

“I am a king.” He told you and you rolled your eyes.

“Not mine.” You whispered. “Your teasing, your jokes. Your eyes… they linger in a way only Peter’s should, and it has to stop.”

“I want you.” He repeated. “And I know you want me, too.”

“I don’t – “

“Or else you would’ve walked away. You could’ve pulled your arm from me – I’m not holding onto you tightly. You could’ve run off to your little prince, but you’re avoiding him, too. Is it guilt, my lady?” He asked you, leaning down and whispering into your ear. Your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, kissing the skin beneath it. “Because you know you don’t want the boy… but you’re too kind to hurt him.”

“You’re trying to get me killed.” You stifled a moan as his lips left a trail of wet kisses down your neck. “Shunned and humiliated – “

“I want to be yours,” he confessed.

A sudden burst of laughter had you jump from each other. Your back pressed against the wall as he took a step back with a smirk. In the distance, you could hear drunken men and their courtesans stumble about the castle, doors slamming shut. The feast must’ve been over, and the halls were soon to be crowded again.

You two held each other’s stares as you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The moonlight that slipped through the curtains of the windows had his deep blue eyes gleaming and he was marvelous view.

»————-　⚜　————-«

The room was stuffy and the jewelry that adorned your neck and wrists were heavy. They weighed you down as if to remind you of the pressures that your new life held – what lay ahead of you. The dress you wore was a combination of white and gold. You looked regal like the betrothed of a king should look like. You stood in the crowd next to King Anthony and his wife, behind you was King Steven and his piercing stare.

The feelings that you held for Steven were wrong and you knew that. You often wished that Peter had been flawed – an unfaithful man or a cruel one but he was the opposite. He was kind and gentle albeit a bit dismissive or not present at times. The guilt gnawed at you each time you and the Brooklyn king met behind closed doors, or in the secluded library, or in the depths of the rose garden, planted especially for you by Peter’s order, but you didn’t care.

It was innocent, really – at least that’s what you told yourself. The meetings always started the same. Bickering and joking. He had even taken an interest in tutoring you about chess – “a game for kings,” he would say. Although he had beat you every game, you never minded because all the meetings ended the same – with your lips pressed against his and you melting into his touch.

The crowds all stood as Peter entered the throne room. He was dressed as a king in his house colors – red, blue, gold. He was sweaty and his hands were clasped together nervously. He shot a glance your way as he walked by and you gave him a soft, encouraging nod. He returned it with a smile as he kneeled before the throne.

The priest slipped a ring on his finger and he was later handed the scepter and the orb. You caught the way the scepter slipped due to his clammy hands – not too much but just enough to have him fumble. Behind you, you heard Steven chuckle and you shot him a look as if to tell him to behave and he shook his head at you with a grin.

The crown was placed onto Peter’s head and he hesitantly stood. He was unbalanced, weighed down, but he took each step towards the throne with stride and a proud smile.

“Long live the king!” You and the entire crowd chanted in unison though you were almost certain that Steven didn’t say a word.

The party held afterwards was filled with dancing and music, but you were tied to Peter’s side the entire evening as he thanked his guests and accepted their congratulations, all eager to get in favor with their new king.

Instead of the usual round table, Peter and his family – Lady Parker and you – were seated in a long table at the front of the grand hall. The rest of the royals scattered in other tables near yours. You picked at your food, boredom sinking in as another nobleman approached.

You glanced up and met Steven’s eyes. He brought his chalice up as if to salute you and you softly laughed before turning your attention to the duke. The conversation was dull with fake pleasantries and complaints of lost land – Peter promised the duke that he would look into it. You remembered Steven tell you that kings should make no promises that he could not uphold. and you wondered if Peter had any intentions of honoring it.

“Do you want to dance?” Peter asked you after the man left, offering you his hand. You smiled and nodded, taking it.

He pulled you onto the dancefloor, joining the other couples. Peter’s hold on you was tight as if you would run away or disappear. The crown on his head was just a little big and would slip over his forehead. You’d giggle and push it back up.

He pulled you close to him and swayed to the music. “This is grand,” he told you. “The crown, a beautiful bride.” You hummed in agreement though you didn’t entirely adore the idea – not as much as you used to. You hated being compared to that awful crown as if you were just an accessory to him. “And … In a few days’ time, my dove, we are to be wed.”

“What?” You shook your head with a dry laugh, taking it as a joke. “Your high – majesty,” you corrected, and he beamed at the title, “we are set to be married in the late spring. Not in a few days.”

Peter frowned. “Had no told you?” You shook your head, no. He sighed. “I suppose I should’ve… The council believes that it’s best we get married immediately. Now, that I’ve got the crown, they say I need heirs,” you blanched at the idea, “and besides, the other royal families of Marvel are already here.” Your breath hitched as the realization set it. “Well, aside from King Steven, he’s one to never attend weddings.”

“Peter – “you shook your head. The panic beginning to rise. Despite being trained for this very day since you were young, you were convinced you weren’t ready. You told yourself the anxiety was from the idea of being queen, but the truth was – the anxiety was from the idea of being wed… to Peter.

“May I cut in?” You didn’t hear Peter’s response just that a pair of familiar hands seized yours and your waist, pulling you flush against his body. “Are you okay?”

You stared up at Steven’s worried eyes, brows lifted and lines of concern all over his forehead. You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. You hated the idea that you would be Peter’s completely, and that Steven would never be yours.

“Peter said we are to be wed in a few days,” you uttered. The words didn’t feel right. Your voice was shaking as you held back your tears. Steven’s jaw dropped before he nodded. “Steve,” his eyes stared into yours, “I don’t want this.”

“And what is it do you want?” Steven asked you. He was hopeful although naively so. And in many ways, you were as well to believe that your affections for Steven could extend to something more. But reality set in, you were engaged to a king – just not the king you wanted.

“I want to marry you,” you confessed though voice hushed, afraid that any ears would hear your treasonous words. You let out a shaky breath as you stared at him before shaking your head. The idea that you fell in love with a man after knowing him for only three weeks was preposterous. “Or at least… that I want to be with you.”

Steven smiled softly at your confession – words he had been hoping to hear ever since he cornered you in the empty hallway. He leaned in and your eyes widened, but he brought his lips to your ear and whispered, “keep your chamber doors unlocked tonight.”

»————-　⚜　————-«

One of the peculiar things about your move to Arachnia’s palace was your bedroom. It was rather enormous for the fiancé of the now king. When you first arrived, you expected a room modest in size though not as big as this – especially since you’d move into Peter’s chambers once you were married. The mattress was pressed against the back wall between two large windows that never opened. Bookshelves filled with novels though no work area – no desk or study. Instead, you were given a vanity. Besides those pieces, the room was pure empty space.

You used to joke to yourself that you were just a prisoner who adorned the prince’s, now king’s, jewels and a fine title.

You stood by the window, watching the fireworks that celebrated the coronation. You swore you could see the towns in the distance, all lit up with anticipation. Peter would soon be making his rounds throughout the country as its official king. Would it happen before you were married or after? Would you be asked to join him as his queen?

You stared down at your ring finger. The sapphire staring tauntingly back at you. It shackled you to a man you didn’t want. It reminded you of your family’s side eyes and low whispers when you didn’t immediately get married once you were of age, or the hushed voices and stares of the other nobles as they judged your every move calling you unworthy to marry a prince, let alone a king.

And all you could think was – to hell with it all.

A soft knock was heard from the wooden door of the chamber and you walked towards it. The stone tiles were cold against your bare feet and the doorknob even colder against your already freezing hand. With a twist of the doorknob, a smile formed on your lips as Steven came to view.

You hurriedly pulled him inside, eyes scanning the now empty hallway, before closing it.

He eyed you up and down and smiled, admiring you – hair undone and natural, face free of any makeup or colors staining your cheeks or lips, no gown with a corset that clung onto your body that left you with no room to breathe.

You were beautiful and oh, how he’d kill to see you like this every day.

“Did anyone see you?” You asked him, softly, though within the thick walls of the castles and in the privacy of your chambers no one would hear you.

Steven shook his head, one hand finding your waist and the other cupping the side of your face. “They never do, do they?” He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

You pulled away, leaning into his chest, settling into his warmth. You loved being in his embrace – it was safe and warm like a small cottage in the countryside with no judgmental stares or rumors whispered about.

You realize you could live like this until your last day – and with your intentions, that final day might be quickly approaching. “Why is it you asked to meet me here?”

Steven’s jaw ticked. Truthfully, he had no real answer. He could’ve asked to meet anywhere, and the risks were just the same. The mere act of meeting you in private was damning, no matter what he intended.

He thought that admiring you from across a crowded room, under the cover of hundreds all staring at you, too, would be enough. He thought his eyes would go unnoticed. He told himself that his attraction would be fleeting, but it wasn’t – and it became clear the moment he pressed his lips against yours at the top of the south stairwell.

“Steve?”

He sighed. “I… I’m not quite sure if I’m honest with you, Lady (Y/N).”

You smiled to yourself. In the time you’ve known King Steven, he had always been so smug, so confident. Every step had a direction and every word so sure, but you’ve reduced him to a man begging for the affection of a woman.

You pulled yourself from his chest and stared up at him before you stood on the tips of your toes to press a kiss onto his lips.

It was as if you two were molded together or made from the same cloth. Lips pressed together as if they had always belonged there.

His large hands found the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around his tapered waist. You felt the heat rise to your face when that familiar throbbing feeling between your legs came back – and with your cunt pressed against the middle of his body, you were sure he could feel it, too.

Your back pressed against the soft, silk sheets of your bed. Steven draped over you like ivy covering the castle’s stone walls.

The framework creaked beneath your combined weight as he began to grind aimlessly against your center, eliciting a gasp from you as it helped the ache from deep within you.

He smirked into the kiss, but you caught him off guard yet again when you whispered, “I – I want you.” He pulled away, taken back. “I want all of you, Steve, please – “

“(Y/N) – “

He began to climb off you, but you sat up, hands cupping his face and staring deep into his eyes. You shook your head as you gave him a quick kiss.

Foreheads touching, you told him, “if I am to go marry and live in this hell, I might as well be granted a taste of heaven.”

“You will be ruined – “he whispered though the idea made his cock twitch in his trousers. You jumped as you felt it too.

You shook your head again, “how can you ruin anything, Steve?”

Steve licked his lips as he tried to fight off his morals. The devil and the angel on his shoulders disappeared and became one – the beautiful maiden beneath him, begging for him to take her.

“If we do this,” he whispered as he nudged your cheek, lips kissing your jaw, “there will be no going back, (Y/N).”

“I want to be yours, Steve,” you told him, honestly. “I – I love you.”

And that’s all it took to have his lips ravish yours, hands roaming, desperately grabbing on to what he could. He pulled away and grabbed your hand. He slid the ring off your finger, tossing it onto the table next to your bed before he pressed his lips to yours once again.

You heard a rip and you gasped as the cold air hit your bare skin. Steven’s hands pushed the torn fabric off away from your body, throwing the ruined white silk behind his shoulder.

He pulled away from you, admiring the view beneath him – the woman spread out before him like an offering, nipples perked in the cold winter air, mouth ajar as she panted, and the perfect, untouched pussy.

“I love you, too.”

He began to undress, and you couldn’t take your eyes off this Herculean being in front of you. He was thick and broad, the muscles that were arranged all over his body were hypnotizing as were the scars undoubtfully from all his training and his time spent in wars.

He was a god in the body of the king, and you wondered how you got so lucky.

Steven began to undo the strings that held his pants up and you watched with you lip between your teeth. The anticipation, alone, killed you. He pushed down his pants and your eyes widened at his massive cock – tanner than the rest of his skin, with a red angry tip, thick veins, and clear liquid coming from it.

He saw your uncertain expression and he raised his brows at you. “I – I –“you began to stammer.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, little one,” Steven whispered. His hands reached out and cupped your cheek, hungry eyes scanned your body and your mouth went dry. The throbbing within you was relentless and made you clench your thighs together. “You’re beautiful.”

Your eyes looked away, bashfully, as his hands explored you – cupping your breasts and tracing the curves of your body. All Steven wanted was for all of you to be his.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and you hesitantly looked back at him. He had a soft smile and adoring eyes as his fingers slipped through your folds. You let out a soft gasp and your eyes fluttered closed as the ache was relieved by his touch. “Look at me,” Steven repeated, and you forced your eyes open to stare at him. Your lover smirked as he found your small bundle of nerves and rubbed tight circles around it.

It felt as if something within you had blossomed and you couldn’t help but grind into his touch, but he tutted at you, using his free hand to hold your hips down. “You’re soaked, my love,” Steven whispered, leaning down, and nipping at the base of your neck. Hard enough for you to gasp but not enough to leave marks. “Already so wet and I’ve yet to do anything.”

“It’s just my reaction to you,” you confessed, heat rising to your face.

You tried to avert your eyes away from his piercing stare, but he tsked and pinched your inner thigh. You hissed in return and brought your stare back to him. “Don’t make me tell you again, (Y/N),” Steven warned.

You nodded, speechless as his fingers wandered further down, ghosting over your untouched opening. You let out a shaky breath.

“Steven – “you moaned as he sunk one long, thick, skilled finger inside of you.

“You’re so tight,” the king noted with a smirk. He relished in the idea that he would be the first to have you and he wished that he’d be the only one to have you forever.

“Steven, I want you… Please – “

He tsked at you with a quick shake of his head. His lips pressed against yours again, silencing your soft whines and protests. “I need to open you up, my love,” he told you, lips still against yours, “or else you might get hurt.” He pressed another finger into you, and you pulled away from his lips.

The back of your head pressed against the mattress as another moan escaped you. The king began to scissor your opening. The stretch was tolerable though still uncomfortable and had your breath shuddering.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised you, nose tracing your jaw. His lips kissed the column of your throat.

You groaned when his fingers began to thrust, opening you up to him. You heard the faint sound of your arousal on his fingers, the wetness spilling onto your thighs, too. Your hands tangled up into the king’s long, dark blonde hair, pulling him into you as he added a third finger, effectively stretching you out.

“Are you alright?” He asked you, fingers thrusting into you in a rhythm of their own. You nodded, eyes staring at the top of the canopy over your bed and hands pushing the king flush against you’re the joint between your neck and shoulder. He kissed the skin there, trying not to suck on it to leave you with his marks – marks that young Peter would undoubtfully see on your wedding night.

You gasped as you felt this tightening knot in the depths of your stomach. “You almost there, my love?” Steven asked and you nodded though you weren’t sure where there was. Your thighs tightened around him. You whined when his fingers left your heated core right on the precipice of pleasure, leaving you with an emptiness. Steven chuckled.

“I was – “

“First time you get to cum will be around my cock,” he told you brazenly and it felt as if your entire body flushed at his words. He brought his fingers to his lips and your eyes widened when he began to suck on them, and he groaned. “You taste so sweet, my lady.” The king quirked up an eyebrow at your curious expression as he swiped his fingers against your lips. “Have a taste, my love.”

Your tongue reluctantly darted out over your lips, gathering the sweet yet musky taste of your essence. Your hand reached out, wrapping around his wrist and bringing his fingers to your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his index and middle finger and sucked carefully as he did, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh at the sight.

He watched you intently as you cleaned off his fingers, his free hand stroking his throbbing dick. He swiped the tip against your slit, causing your body to shudder when he bumped your clit.

He took his fingers from your mouth and both hands held your waist. Instinctively, your pushed your knees further apart, opening up to him. Steven’s blue eyes flicked up to you as he pressed his tip against your heat.

“Are you sure?” He asked you.

You nodded. “I’ve never been more sure.”

You threw your head back as he began to press into you, the pressure unbearable and made your entire body tense. The king began to hush you, holding still. One of his hands caressed the side of your face, combing through your hair. “You need to relax, my love,” he cooed.

You muttered an incoherent agreement as you tried to will your muscles to loosen. You heard the squelching sound of your cunt engulfing the man, slowly. Your hand flew to his wrist and grabbed onto it, unsure of what to do.

He praised you as the tip slipped in along with an inch or two, but he was nowhere close to bottoming out. The king began to pull back, only leaving the tip in before pushing in more of him. You hissed again as he pressed past the thin veil of your innocence, being the first and only man to tear through it.

His cock was no match for his fingers, being much thicker and so much longer. You tried to even your breathing and he chuckled. “You’re doing so well, my love,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Taking me so well… Look…”

His nose nudged the side of your cheek and you slowly craned your neck to look down as he bottomed out completely – his public bone flush against your clit. Your mouth watered at the sight as he slowly pulled out an inch or two. You took a sharp breath when you saw the faint strips of red on his length.

The king began to rock into you slowly and you couldn’t take your eyes away from where you were connected. The pain, although still there from the burning stretch, was incomparable to the pleasure when his tip brushed against a certain part of your canal.

You moaned, loudly, head thrown back, exposing your throat to him. Steven kissed the hollowness before capturing your lips in his. “I love you,” he murmured into the kiss as his hips began to speed up. Your own matching his thrusts.

The sound of skin clapping against each other echoed throughout the enormous room and you felt yourself clench against him.

He groaned in return. In one quick motion, the king hoisted your knees over his shoulder, giving him a much deeper angle to take you from. He thrusted so hard and so deeply that you swore you felt him in your chest.

You moaned his name as your hands grabbed your breasts. He watched with a smirk as you fondled yourself and one of his hands began to rub tight circles around your swollen clit again. Your back arched at the sensation.

“I’m gonna fill you up, my love,” he told you. “Have you fall pregnant with my child. Watch you swell…” It was a fantasy, on Steven’s behalf. He’d always wanted a wife and children but never found the right partner until you. “Do you want that, little one? Do you want my children?”

“I want you, Steven,” you moaned. No coherent thoughts were forming as the familiar tight knot in your stomach suddenly snapped. Your hips ground up against his as your walls tightened around the king, milking him, and pushing him over the edge.

Steven thrusts faltered, leaving his rhythm, and pushed deeply into you one last time. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you felt each spurt, covering your walls in his white.

You two laid on top each other, legs entangled, and bodies intertwined like lovers. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you said, “I love you, Steven.”

And in that moment, all was right.

»————-　⚜　————-«

“What?”

The disbelief in each of their tones hung in the air. The councilmen shook their heads in shock as Peter stared at you from the throne with his brows furrowed, deep in thought.

“I beg your pardon, Lady (Y/N).” One of the men said.

“My lords, my king,” you addressed with a bow of your head. “I asked for this meeting to tell you that I am incredibly humbled to have been homed here in the palace of Arachnia and to be the betrothed of the prince – king – to have witnessed you be crowned, your majesty… But I,” you swallowed and took a deep breath. “I do not want to marry you.”

“What brought this on?” Peter asked you as he leaned into his throne. He eyed you, suspiciously, eyes glancing over your figure. Although the new king had been wrapped up in several meetings ever since his coronation, he noticed the change in you – the way your body filled out, hips wider and the glow in your complexion. You looked more radiant than you usually were and much happier. Though he wasn’t sure what was the cause, he was certain it had not been him but he refused to believe it was another.

“I cannot believe this!”

“We’ve wasted all this time preparing a marriage!”

“How dare she – “

“He needs a bride to keep his crown.”

“Silence,” Peter ordered the men and their murmurs quickly disappeared. Words and unfinished sentences hung in the air. “What brought this on, my lady?”

You cleared your throat as you took a step forward. “Your majesty, I … I am not meant to be your queen.”

Peter nodded in contemplation and you were hopeful. He had always been understanding. He would’ve surely granted you a swift exit from this engagement without another – “No.” And just like that your hopes were dashed. “You are to remain my betrothed as you have been for months.”

“But Pete – “

“Our wedding is in days!” Peter snapped and your eyes flicked to the floor. “And you want to end our engagement now? You had months to concede – “

“I was afraid!” You objected. The lords stared on as your voice rose higher than the king’s. The tone, the higher octave, may have been from a moment of frustration, but the men in the throne room saw it as one thing only: a lady undermining her king.  

“Afraid?” He scoffed. “Of what? Of me? My lady, I am not a cruel man – “

“Then grant me my wish. Release me from this engagement.” You begged.

“No.” Peter shook his head. “We are to be married in a few days’ time.” You saw how his kind eyes darkened as he frowned at you. “You do your best to rid of your cold feet now, my lady.”

Defeated, you rushed out of the throne room. Several servants and other nobles stared with confused expressions as you ran past with tears in your eyes – running to the only man that understood you, the only man that could help.

You banged against his chamber doors, desperate for him to whisk you away.

“Steven!” You called when the door suddenly opened to reveal a maid. Her arms were full of linens and you stared at her in confusion.

She quickly curtseyed to you and cocked her head to the side. “My lady, have you been crying?”

“No,” you shook your head, jaw clenched, though your sniffle gave you away. “Where’s King Steven?”

“He left this afternoon, my lady.” She told you.

“What?” You felt the color drain from your face. You shook your head at her as if she were wrong. He wouldn’t have left you – not like this. “No… There must be a mistake. Steven – King Steven – “

She frowned before shaking her head. “No, my lady… The Brooklyn King left hours ago. If you had wanted to know, I would’ve told you. I had no idea you two were so close.”

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Though the maid had been kind in her intention, you heard the accusation loud and clear.

A shaky breath left you as you forced a smile. “No,” you said shaking your head again, “no… The king, our king, Peter and I were hoping he’d attend our… our marriage.” The word felt heavy on your tongue as the world around you began to crash down. “I suppose, we were too naïve to believe he’d stay.”

»————-　⚜　————-«

The barren winter trees passed by in blurs as Steven stared out the carriage window. The bickering of his two friends and advisors, Lord Samuel Wilson and James Barnes, became background noise to his pensive thoughts.

He wondered how you were – were you as devasted as he was? Would you understand if he told you the truth – that he, though desperately and completely in love with you, could not have you? That his overstep, his coveting of Peter Parker’s fiancé, may reignite a feud long buried between Arachnia and Brooklyn.

That as a king, it was his duty to put a stop to a potential war.

Though as a man, he knew his duty was to you and may always be.

“The girl,” Barnes’s mention of your name had him turning from the window and towards the two men, “she seems well. A great match for the young king.”

Steve scoffed. Although he knew his opinion was heavily biased, he knew that you were most certainly not a good match for the Parker boy. Peter would have you as a decorated figurehead – a pretty woman on his arm for the world to see – while Steven wanted so much more in your forbidden union.

“I see you disagree,” Samuel nodded to his king. Steven sat in silence and the two lords shot a knowing glance at the other. “They are to be wed in a few days.” Steven hummed though the two didn’t miss the way his hand formed a fist over his knee.

“The sooner the better, I suppose,” James nodded, eyeing Steven wearily. “Peter, being so young and the last of his line, he needs an heir quickly.” The king shifted in the carriage and they felt the entire cart jolt with his fury. “Steven, I address this as your friend, nothing more, but what is your issue?”

“Nothing.” Steven said quickly and he scolded himself. He felt like a young boy throwing a tantrum with his mother.

James raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his king and childhood friend. “The girl has piqued your interest, hasn’t she?” His friend’s silence was all the confirmation he needed. “Steve – “

“I know,” Steven snapped. “I know it is wrong to want another man – “he scoffed, “child’s bride…”

“And yet you still do?” Samuel asked. “Steve, the consequences of your feelings,” he shook his head, “it will incite an unnecessary war… and over what? A girl?”

“If she’s a war, then I will fight.”

“A love blind man’s word… Not a king’s.” Samuel rebutted.

“Why did you leave her, then? You could’ve stowed her away in this carriage with us. You could’ve stolen her from under Peter’s nose. Why didn’t you?” James quizzed.

With a defeated sigh, Steven said, “it’s for her own good. My affections for her, whatever my heart says or hers, it will get her killed. Arachnia will not take lightly to her betrayal of their king.”

James nodded in agreement. “You’re saving her. This is for the best, my friend. For if you listened to your heart instead of your head, she will be a casualty in a pointless war.”

“It’s difficult,” Steven confessed, “to have let her go. And it’s something I will regret for the rest of my life.”

»————-　⚜　————-«

ONE YEAR LATER…

Your entire family cooed at the fussing three-month-old in the king’s arms. The child continue to wail and thrash, finding discomfort in your husband. “Argh!” He glanced over to you as if asking for your help. You stifled a laugh as you walked over, seizing your baby from him. “She prefers her mother over me.” He joked as the babe almost instantly calmed in your arms.

“Have you chosen a godparent, yet, your majesty?” Your father asked you, subtly pushing your older brother forward as a silent suggestion. You rolled your eyes.

The king ran a hand over his brown curls and shook his head at your father. “No, my lord, we have yet to choose.” Peter nodded in your direction. “I thought since most of baby Fallon’s life will be decided by me, his mother should have a say in that.”

Your father chuckled with a shake of his head. He clasped a hand on your shoulder, and you fought the urge to shrug it off. “Indecisive, this one, isn’t she?”

Peter glanced your way, “you have no idea.” The two men laughed, and you gnawed at the knob in the inside of your cheek until you tasted blood. Fallon yawned and you gave Peter a look. “I suppose, we should all greet our guests.”

“Oh, yes,” you nodded, “the christening. You go ahead, Peter. Someone should stay with Fallon.”

“Oh, nonsense, girl,” your father told you. “The nanny will – “

“She is my child and I will care for her. I do not need a nanny.” You snapped, your bottled up frustrations slowly bursting.

Peter laughed awkwardly, hands finding your waist though you pulled away from him. He coughed. “It’s the separation anxiety,” he joked with your father.

“Well, I never had that,” your mother piped up.

Of course, you didn’t. You sent me away as soon as Peter asked. You bit back the response.

Your family began to vacate the nursery and you felt a bit of relief. You felt Peter’s hands on your hips. You tensed when you felt his lips ghost over your ear. “Why don’t you join me in greeting our guests?” He asked you.

You shrugged him off. “I want to be alone.”

The young king sighed before releasing his hold on you. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned to you again. “You do realize your duty is not only to Fallon? It is to me and my kingdom as well.”

“I understand that my duty was to give you an heir,” you deadpanned. “I have done just that.”

“You have given me a daughter. Not an heir.” You glared at him and he immediately silenced.

“A daughter is an heir. Do not dare discredit her birthright because of her sex!” The babe began to stir in your arms and let out a small cry. You immediately shushed her, coddling her in your arms and she began to quiet.

You heard him sigh, defeatedly, before the door slammed shut again.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you as you stared at the child in your arms. Many times, you found peace in Fallon’s presence, but as time went on and as the child began to resemble her father, you began to worry. Though Fallon had adorable dark curls, she had striking blue eyes – ones that undoubtfully belonged to her father.

On the day you were to wed Peter, he had gotten caught up in the affairs of the state. The wedding was quickly rescheduled for two weeks after despite the protests of the nobles and royals who had all stayed extra days to witness your union. As you were doing the final adjustments to your gown, you realized you were due for a bleed that had yet to come and a sickening feeling of realization ran erupted through you. You did not consummate that night – your nerves and guilt making you sick to your stomach.

But you decided that you would survive – if not for yourself, then the life within you, the life in your arms now.

Moments later, the door creaked open and you let out a frustrated sigh. “Peter, I said I wanted to be alone – “in the silence, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand and a shiver run down your spine. A familiar feeling you wanted to forget. You turned around and your eyes widened. All the fury you felt, the regrets, the pain – all of it – melted in an instant.

“Steve.”

He stared at you with adoring eyes. You had grown more beautiful if that were even possible. Your glowed, motherhood becoming you. “(Y/N).”

“You shouldn’t be here.” You shook your head.

“You weren’t with Peter,” the Brooklyn king told you. “I thought you may have been with your child…” He chuckled. “Near the south wing, next to the staircase.”

“I love the sunlight it brings in.” You muttered. “Peter never lets Fallon out of the castle, so I suppose, it’s a substitute.” Steven nodded.

After beats of silence and longing stares, Steve finally said, “I’m sorry.”

“I understand.” You nodded. “At first I was angry. I cursed your name in the dead of night. I wished you were dead and I often pretended so.”

“I deserve worse.”

You laughed. “You do.”

“I did it because I was afraid if I took you from him, in a furious rage, he’d strike you down. You are not of Brooklyn. I could not protect you against your own king.” Steven explained.

You nodded. “I told you. I would marry into hell.”

“Has he been cruel?” Steven frowned, his fury slowly rising and hands forming fists.

You shook your head. “No, far from it, actually.” You chuckled humorlessly. “In fact, perhaps, I’ve been the cruel one. I push him away because I don’t want Falon to believe that he is her father – “

“What?”

You glanced down at the child in your arms and beckoned Steven with a cock of your head. The king slowly walked over to you and the babe. Steven’s eyes watered slightly as he stared at the small creation. “She’s … she’s mine?”

You nodded. “They pushed the wedding back two weeks and I didn’t… uh… I didn’t bleed… and I knew then. We didn’t consummate,” you saw how he frowned at that, “until a week or so after. I was with child not long after.”

“How do you know?” He asked you. “Not to be accusatory, but – “

“She has your eyes.” You smiled. “Every time she stares at me, it’s as if you are.”

“She looks like me,” Steven smiled, a gentle finger caressing the child’s plump cheeks. You nodded in agreement.

“Would you like to hold her?” You asked and he eagerly nodded. He took the child from you and you felt your heart swell when Fallon didn’t immediately begin to fuss like she would with Peter. “She likes you.”

“I hope so. I’m her father, after all.”

You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, both admiring the life that you both created. You imagined that this was your life… just for a moment. That you weren’t in Arachnia but in Brooklyn, bearing Steven’s name rather than Peter’s… Married to the one who truly held your heart.

You sighed, finding the calm in your daughter and your lover.

And in that moment… all was right.

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Featuring: @buckysmischief @stuckonjbbarnes and I

Description: The gang (the Schuyler Sisters lmao; the bratz; the gals; my homies) got together over FaceTime. We made a bunch of fortune tellers to help us with writer’s block and to just mess around with. The fortunes pick our paths and those stories that come from them are found below!

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[melyaliz]

Past loves and future babies pt. 1

Fandom: Marvel / MCU 

Summary: Takes place after the Endgame. After realizing Peggy has moved on Steve comes back to the present to take on his biggest mission ever. 

Have a baby to save the world. 

Pairing: Steve x OC

Notes: So Tony survives but loses one of his arms and has a prosthetic (Why? Because I want him and why not)  

Also, I normally try and make my Reaer/Ocs more basic but I wanted this one to have a VERY specific personality and backstory so Reader felt like to didn’t fit the story. 

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His future love. 

It all started with a door. An opening to an idea. A name written on a plaque. An idea etched in a golden plaque. 

Margaret Carter. 

He could go back. He could change his fate. He could be happy. 

He could rest. 

But there had been one thing he hadn’t counted on. (Bucky had always warned him that he was too brash. Always running ran into everything head first.)  One variable he hadn’t added to the equation. 

She would fall in love with someone else. 

She would move on. 

But as he stood there in front of her small house laughing in the arms of another man he knew. The way he looked at her his dark brown eyes so bright as she smiled up at him. Had he looked at her that way? 

Had she looked at him? 

Did it even matter? 

All he really knew was the reality of it all. The truth. He knew he couldn’t go back. 

He needed to let her go. 

Let her be happy. 

Even if that meant he never could. 

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“I sear to all the gods above Dixie.”

“What? You didn’t like that?” 

“Let me think… you cutting all the wires before I could finish the transfer while also tripping the alarm which now has you stuck on the top floor of a… million story building… no, I’m not loving this.”

The slender brunette woman paused as she caught herself in the reflection of one of the large glass walls to a meeting room. Pausing she took a moment to check herself out. These new pants made her butt look amazing. This vigilante thing was putting her in the best shape of her life. 

“Aww I believe in your skills Mac.”

“Are you checking yourself out?” 

“What can I say? These metallic leggings are the bomb.” 

“Jesus woman focus!” 

Dixie’s cockatiel attention span was interrupted by the sound of yelling and footsteps getting closer. “Uhhh, Mac.”

“Ok. uhhh down the hall to the left there’s an office, John Mcfly.”

“Oh dear god tell me he has a son named Marty.”

“Dixie…” 

“Ok, ok” her Adidas sneakers slipped slightly on the gray carpet as she caught sight of the plaque. 

John Mcfly CFO.

“Ohhh fancy Mcfly.” slipping into the office Dixie took a moment to catch her breath before looking around. “Mac?” The sound of the guard’s footsteps were getting louder and louder. 

“Jump.”

The young woman’s eyes looked up at the large glass window that overlooked the city. Was he serious? Yeah, Mac would never joke about her safety. He was her brother and as much as they teased each other it had always been them. Just the two of them looking out for each other. 

Dixie would and had on many occasions, put her life in her brother’s hands. 

So taking a deep breath Dixie bit her lip balling her hands into fists “You’ll catch me right?” 

“Of course” 

“Good because I hate heights!” 

Also glass, Dixie hated glass. Shielding her face she prayed her new leggings wouldn’t get ruined. It was hard to make this white girl’s ass look that good. Looking up as she plummeted down the 50 floors she saw one of her brother’s drones flying next to her. Grabbing it she let out a squeak as it dipped with her weight her stomach dropping much lower than her body did. Shouldn’t have had that doughnut this morning. 

While the drone steadied itself Dixie wasn’t able to get her heart back to a normal rate until her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Finding her motorcycle where she had left it she quickly took off toward their meeting place several blocks away. 

“Dixie!” Mac took a step out from the dark ally throwing the last of his equipment into the white van ready to leave. Ready to ditch this city now that their work was done. Move on to the next job. The next mission.

“Dixie”

The siblings paused looking at each other confused when they heard it again. “Dixie North.” a blue light slowly started to glow in the alleyway as a shape appeared. 

Dr Strange stood in front of them in all his red flowing cape glory. 

Both siblings froze.

“Is that…” 

“Holy shit…” 

“My name is Dr. Steven Strange. Master of Time. I have come to deliver a message to you Dixie North”

Next to her  Mac stiffed his hand going toward the large band around his wrist. Ready to attack if this guy tried anything toward his sister. Not that Dixie thought much would happen if he did. This was one of the great avengers. But hell, they would go down fighting, 

Like they always did. 

“Things have happened to disrupt our timeline. The delicate balance has been fractured so certain events must now happen much sooner.”  the tall man explained taking a slow breath before continuing, “You must have your child sooner to keep the universe in balance.” 

Shock.

That was all that came across her. “I’m sorry, my what now?” 

“You’re child, you and Steve Rogers need to have your child now.” 

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Mac mumbled glancing at his sister who looked just -if not more- shocked than he was. Her face pail, feeling slightly… sick, confused, unsure. Many things really. 

“I’m sorry I need to…”  

“You and Steve Rogers are designed to have a savior but… somehow time has been tampered with and this child must be born sooner.” 

“You mean Dix and Captain America…” Mac’s voice slowly faded behind his sister. Everyone knew Steve Rogers the man who had saved them from Thanos. The man who had probably been the leader to bring back half of all living creatures only a few months ago. 

Well, shit shit shittery shit. 

This wasn’t going to be awkward at all. 

“Go to the Avengers, I have already told them.” Strange said nodding, “The fate of the universe is hanging on your shoulders.” then he disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. 

Both of the North siblings stood there unsure how to process this information. 

“Ok Sara Conners,” Mac said finally breaking the awkward silence. As always, just knowing what to say in situations like this to make his sister feel better. 

“Ok but wait,” Dixie said turning to her brother holding her finger up for him to wait a moment, “that dude was from further… if we go by terminator rules than I would be fucking him.”

“Maybe we should go back and asked Mcfly to verify?.” Mac smiled already seeing his sister relaxing. How else can you combat a stressful situation but with comedy?  

“Oh my gosh, I was thinking the same thing” Dixie giggled wagging her fingers at her brother who mimicked her action. She already was starting to feel better. After all, matter what happened at least she had Mac at her side. 

Like always.

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“I can’t go with you.”

“What!?! Why the hell not?!” Dixie let out a high pitched whine that would have dogs for miles barking as she sat on her bright blue suitcase. One of many… after all she WAS about to meet her future baby daddy and who knew what kind of outfit that would require. 

“Because Tony invited you and not me.”

Dixie stuck out her tongue in pure annoyance. “He can shove his invite up his…”

“I’m about 70% sure he can still hear you,” Mac mumbled nodding toward the flying drone that had come to send them - well Dixie - an invite to come to join the avengers. He had floated there on a hologram, like Princess Leia.

“Dixie you’re our only hope.” 

Ok, he didn’t actually say that but… it would have been cooler if he had. Missed opportunity. Honestly, Dixie felt like there was going to be a lot of these going forward. Good thing she was here to help provide all their Scifi references for them

This whole thing already felt like a drag. 

“Promise I’ll only be a phone call away.” Mac mumbled, “And fuck the future. If this get’s to be too much just let me know and we can run away to Mexico.”

“Only if you promise we can go back to the beach after the Latveria embassy heist.”

“I promise,” he said holding up his pinky for her to take.  

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“Children change your life,” Tony said lamely (for the first time in his life not knowing what to say) at Steve who stood in the doorway of the large avengers compound waiting for this future to come up. She should be here any moment.  

Dixie North. 

Next to him, Bucky snickered lightly. Of all the Avengers, Bucky had been the only one who had been reserving judgment. He was also the only one who knew about Steve going back to Peggy. About his plan to go back to the life he had wanted. 

Bucky was the only one who knew about Steve coming back heartbroken. 

The black car pulled up the gravel driveway stopping at the door where the Avengers stood waiting for their new roommate. 

The young woman stepped out of the car saying something to the driver who laughed. A large smile on sweet round her face. Cheeks bright from smiling. At least she was happy. Steve mused. He, on the other hand, felt like he was being marched to his death. 

“Well at least she’s cute” Sam mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear. The comment earned Sam a quick elbow to the ribs by Bucky. 

Turning from the car the woman, Dixie paused taking in everyone for a moment giving a slight wave. For a moment Steve thought he saw her shoulder’s tense as she focused on him. But it was gone so quickly he wasn’t sure. 

She must be as nervous as he was. He reminded himself. She was in this just as much as he was. 

Walking toward them she smiled holding her hand out for Steve to shake. As he took it he could help but notice how much smaller it was than his large ones. But even so, she took his strong grip matching his grip with one of her own. Her pretty eye meeting his and he felt his stomach drop as if he was leaping out of an airplane without a parachute. 

“Hey I’m Dixie and I guess I’m your future baby Mama.” 

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Retirement

Steve Rogers x Reader

Requested by @girl-next-door-writes with the prompt, “I’m not asking you to forget what I’ve done. I’m asking for a chance.” 

Nerves wrecked your entire body as you walked into the room, knowing very well Steve was going to be there. The two of you had not talked since everything with the Accords went down and you hadn’t seen him since the regrettable show down at the airport in Germany. The guilt that you felt when Steve looked at you when you signed, it killed you everyday. You had loved him from the moment the two of you met and things were headed to a great place, but it had been put on the back burner and when Ross brought the Sokovia Accords to the table, it was the coffin on the nail of whatever relationship the two of you could have had.

You were torn between signing and being loyal to Steve, but you had too much blood on your hands and it seemed like the right thing to do. So you signed and retired, hung up your Avenger’s hat and became a civilian. That is until the threat of Thanos loomed over the entire world and Tony came a knocking. So you waltzed into the conference room, instantly locking eyes with the billionaire who grinned up at you.

“The prodigal daughter returns from a lowly life of civilian solitude,” he held out his hands to you and you smiled at the jerk.

‘I was in California, eating healthy, enjoying my days of hiking, the LA nightlife and being far away from this damn city,” you hugged him tightly and pulled away with a smirk.

“It’s good to hear you’ve been doing well,” Steve’s voice came from behind you and your heart sank as you moved away from Tony.

“Yeah, this is going to get awkward, so I’m just going to-,” Tony pointed over to Natasha and walked away.

You turned to face Steve, not an ounce ready for his intense blue eyes or the small smile on his lips. Or the fact that your feelings for the man never left you, no matter how much distance you had put between him and you.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N,” Steve’s words were filled with sincerity and you could only manage a pathetic smile.

“I-I need to go, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be here. I’m retired,” you stormed out of the room in a panic and practically sprinted through the hall. You saw the glass door that lead to a small balcony and flew out into the fresh air, feeling like a complete coward. You walked over to the railing and hung your head low, trying to calm yourself. The city hustled down below, cabs drove by and people were headed to work or lunch. While it had only been two years, it felt like a lifetime since you left New York and any hope of being with Steve behind. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to take Tony’s call and come back, your life in California was easy. But there was no doubt it was missing the action you loved and Steve, god you missed him everyday.

Hearing footsteps coming up from behind, you don’t turn to see who it was. Steve walked over to you and leaned against the railing, facing the Tower. He tilted his head to look at you and saw the conflict on your face.

“Sorry you got dragged into this, so retirement that good, huh?”

You chuckled drily, but didn’t meet his gaze. “It’s always easy to run away from your problems, from things you fucked up.”

He crossed his arms against his chest and sighed, “We’ve all-”

“-no, Steve,” you finally looked up at him and shook your head. “Don’t do that, don’t try to apologize for me. Make excuses up for why I did what I did. Why I chose the side I did.”

“What did you do? We all did the right thing, what we believed was the right thing,” Steve’s hand went to your shoulder, pushing you to face him.  “I see it now, I get it. Maybe I don’t agree with it, but you had to do what was right for you.”

A tear fell from your eyes and quickly you wiped it away. “No, it can’t be that easy. Just to forgive and forget.”

Steve chuckled and shrugged, “Maybe it is.”

You gripped the railing and went quiet, because the guilt was overtaking you as Steve stood there, ready to forgive you.

“What? You want me to be angry at you, pretend that walking into that room and seeing you standing there, didn’t make me happy?”

His words caught you by surprise, but still you can’t bring yourself to look at him, instead focusing on the cars below.

“Okay fine,” Steve sighed with exhaustion. “I’m mad at you, I can’t believe you signed the Accords and took Tony’s side.”

Your head snapped up to Steve, who was smiling softly and you knew then, he meant not a single word. He was just doing it for your benefit, so you straightened up and finally spoke the words you had practiced over and over again, for the last 730 days.

“I’m not asking you to forget what I’ve done, Steve. I’m asking for a chance, a chance to say sorry for leaving your side. For being so selfish and signing the Accords because all I could see when I looked down at my hands was blood. I should have realized it wasn’t just about me, but the whole team. And if I had thought about it more clearly, you bet your ass I would have been right at your side.”

Tears fell down your face, but your voice never weaken. You were finally getting the chance to say what needed to be said. “Steve, these last two years have been torture. The last time I saw you, you were running with Bucky and our friends were being hauled to prison. I’ve been haunted by the fact that I turned my back on the man I love. I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes dropped to the ground, not ready to hear what Steve had to say about your little confession at the end of that winded speech. If rejection was coming your way, it felt deserving. But then you felt a hand on your shoulder, moving it’s way up to your neck. Lifting your gaze from the ground up to Steve, he’s grinning.

“You don’t have to apologize, I was never angry at you. I just missed you so much,” Steve’s smile faded as he brought his head down to yours. His lips connected with yours and all the shame vanished away. Your hands went around his neck and he wrapped an arm around you waist, pulling you tight against his chest.

“I love you,” he muttered in between kisses. Smiling against his lips, you slowly broke the kiss and rubbed a thumb over his cheek.

“So,” Steve smirked. “Does this mean retirement is over?”

You shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “Retirement isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.”

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Bake-A-Brat (Avengers X Male!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Please do a male reader x avengers the reader is usually quiet prefers to listen and they have an accident in the lab that turna him into a kid and as a kid he is loud and swears alot and they are having a hard time trying to take care of him as a kid

“Mr Stark, Dr Banner requests your assistance urgently. It’s to do with agent L/N.” FRIDAY had announced rather quickly. Tony hadn’t been alone, being in the midst of bickering and discussing with Rogers, Wilson, Romanoff and Thor. They all fell silent, looking at each other, before they all turned, running to the lab. Their running was seen and alerted several other avengers, notably Barton, Barnes and Maximoff, who didn’t hesitate to follow after. 

Upon rushing into the lab, they quickly spotted Banner, leaning with an arm on his desk, looking under it. He glanced up at them, clear panic in his eyes. You weren’t in sight. “Where’s Y/N?” Natasha asked. 

“Fuck off!” A voice called from under Bruce’s desk. The voice of a young boy. Everyone was alarmed, but Bruce sighed. 

“I don’t know what happened- we were just running some simple tests like planned and I turned around for five minutes and I heard him yell, I turned back around and he was a kid.” He explained as best as he could, reaching under the desk, though they heard a slap and Bruce retracted his hand. 

“Wait- did you just say Y/N got transformed into a kid?” Tony asked, coming around the desk and looking under the desk, seeing the kid, not even 10 years old, clearly with your features. “Y/N?” He asked, surprised, especially when you responded to the name. “Did you just swear?” You grumbled in response. 

“Okay… everyone calm down, give him space.” Natasha instructed, while also pointing to the door, and Clint quickly stepped over, locking the door to ensure you wouldn’t run off all of a sudden. Everyone went towards the walls, Tony and Bruce stepping away from the desk. Everyone waited, and eventually you came out from your hiding spot, looking at them all. “Hey Y/N, do you feel okay? Any pain?” She asked. You shook your head. 

“He um- doesn’t seem to remember us.” Bruce spoke up quickly. 

“Am I supposed to?” You asked. 

“No, it’s fine. Say- you hungry?” Tony asked. “Why don’t you go with the blondies over here for some food?”

“Okay, only if it’s McDonalds.” 

Everyone thought they had it under control. Bruce and Tony tracked all your actions in the past few days, checked over everything you had come into contact with- hell, even the drugs that Bruce had given you after a recent mission when you needed to be treated. It was there when they found the cause- one of the drugs was given to them by Dr Helen Cho, and while she had  tested it and it had all come back fine and no one had reacted to it, it’s capabilities nearly perfectly explained what had happened, since it sped up cell regeneration and tricked the body into ‘remembering’ what it used to look like. Bruce had given you this drug since you’d been badly injured and needed a quick fix since he couldn’t get you into the med bay in time, and either by a mixture of other drugs or your own misfortune, meant your body remembered a little too well. After a call to Cho, they realised the only solution was the wait and hope for the best. Seemed simple enough. Well it was, until Steve called to announce you’d ran off. In the middle of New York City. 

Immediately most of the team were assembled to try and find you, going to popular places they knew you liked and also places a young boy would like. “Was anyone else under the impression that this would have been a walk in the park?” Clint asked through his ear piece as he flew over the city looking for any sign of you. 

“Same, Y/N’s always been really quiet and calm.” Wanda commented, who was flying building to building looking for any sign of you. She caught sight of Natasha coming out of a toy store, having not found you. 

“You have a point. I actually think the first time I’ve heard Y/N actually swear was when he was under that desk.” Tony commented. He had a point. You were one of the quietest people on the team, rivaling Bruce, and you were always calm and polite, even when people were straight up screaming in your face and being horrible to you. The most anyone got out of you was a stern word, and that usually was enough for them to back down.

“Heads up, I think I’ve found him.” Steve announced. 

“Where is he?” Natasha inquired. 

“He’s in the middle of the park, sleeping on the bench. He looks a bit older though, I think your theory is right, Stark.” Steve explained, walking over to you, picking you up and starting the walk to regroup and get you back home. 

You remained knocked out for the remainder of the day and through the night, much to everyone’s relief. As you slept, both Thor and Steve retold how much trouble you had been. You had kept wandering off the entire time but luckily they had spotted you and grabbed your hand in time before they could lose you, you swore a multitude of other times, despite Steve telling you to stop, leading to several disapproving looks from strangers. Essentially, you were a little shit.

“Good news everyone, Y/N is back to normal.” Bruce announced, leaving the lab. Everyone sighed with relief.

“I can’t wait to tell him about his actions as a kid.” Tony commented. 

“Oh he’s going to be apologising for weeks to come.” Clint added on, getting a small laugh out of everyone. They were just glad you were back to normal. 

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Overworked (Avengers X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Fainting

Request: May I request a Avangers imagine with a really determined y/n whi wants to learn everything they can from the team. So y/n learns science from Tony and Bruce, trains with Thor and espionage from Natasha. The team doesn't realise that y/n learns from all of them until they realise y/n is working far to hard. Some fluff please?

“Banner!” The call from down the hall from Thor couldn’t be missed, erupting from silence, the sound of his footsteps coming barreling down the hallway. Bruce was immediately alert, Tony who was also in the lab also looking at the entryway to the room to see what Thor wanted, and why it sounded urgent. As Thor rounded the corner, he saw why he was panicked. 

“Y/N!” Tony panicked as soon as he saw the god carrying you in, with you limp and not responding to Thor’s yelling. Bruce immediately jumped into action, pointing Thor over to the examining table, Thor rushing over and laying you down, Bruce immediately checking all vitals. “What happened?” Tony asked the god, who was breathing rather heavily, clearly panicked. 

“I-I don’t know. We were training together and we were finishing up, and I turned around and I just heard them drop.” Thor explained to the best of his ability. 

“How hard were you training?” Bruce asked him, glancing back at him. 

“Just the normal amount. They tell me when they’re tired and want to finish, and we did.” Thor explained. The entrance to the lab was flooded as one by one, other Avengers came rushing into the room. First was Steve, then Natasha and Clint.

“What happened, is Y/N okay?” Steve asked.

“Not sure. I want to run some tests. I want to track everything that Y/N has done this week by every half an hour, can you guys make a timeline to the best of your memory of this week?” Bruce asked the team, who all agreed. 

“Alright, let’s start simple- when has everyone remembered being with Y/N?” Natasha asked, as Tony set up a timetable on a screen. 

“We train every afternoon for at least an hour, usually about 7.” Thor spoke up first, Tony putting it in. 

“They go running with me in the mornings, usually about 5 to 6.” Steve spoke up next. 

“Me and Nat’s been teaching Y/N espionage tricks to help them in undercover missions.” Clint brought up, Natasha nodding along. “That’s usually during our lunch breaks.” 

“Don’t forget they’ve been learning from us, Tony!” Bruce spoke up as he continued to examine you from across the room, Tony nodding, and adding that information to the board. 

“Add in their working hours, missions, meetings… does Y/N go home?” Tony asked, stepping back to look at the time table. Bruce turned, walking to look as well with everyone else. The hours were insane. According to their timetable, you were waking up at about 4, going running with a super soldier, going immediately to work, learning skills with the assassins instead of taking a break, more work, having a moment to learn with Tony and Bruce, and then going to train with Thor, meaning you’d get home at roughly 8pm, where you’d have to shower, eat, and sleep. “Surely that’s not right… right?” 

“Well it would explain a lot. I think they’ve collapsed from exhaustion.” Bruce was finally able to diagnose. “They’re stable, but they’re body and mind is totally exhausted. You can see it from the bags under their eyes, to the bruising on their body from training and practicing…” Bruce listed, showing the team what he was talking about. 

“Well… shit.” Tony sighed. “What do we do about this, then?” 

“Maybe cut down on the time they spend working with us? Like they only train with Thor on certain days and then run with me on the other days, and then the same with Clint and Nat and Bruce and Tony? It’ll definitely help to half the activities they’re doing per day.” Steve commented. 

“Sounds good. Also it’s Y/N, they’re too stubborn to just drop it all or take a break for a while, so this seems fair.” Natasha agreed. 

“I’ll give them a dose to keep them asleep for a while so they can rest. Natasha, can you give Fury a heads up that they’re preoccupied for the rest of the day?” Bruce asked, the assassin nodding and leaving the room. 

“Okay, let’s start on a new schedule for them so they can’t try and trick us into overworking them again.” Tony commented as well, the other members of the Avengers turning back to the schedule, and starting to plan as Bruce checked on you again. 

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