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songmingisthighs · 2 months ago

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Missing Out

group : ateez

pairing : dilf!mingi × reader

genre : smut

wc : 4.1 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut; daddy kink, teasing, dirty talk, age gap (mingi's like mayhaps at least a decade older, but both are still within legal limits), thigh riding, spitting, alcohol consumption (not to the point of being drunk, it's just for vibes and... spitting lmao),

a/n : frfr i hope he doesn't see this fic because God i would not be able to defend myself. tbh i planned on posting this on mingi's bitthday but i got shit happening to me. shit without my consent and I'm just trying to ride the stress like gandalf hopped up on cocaine riding smaug. so ykw i decided to post this on my birthday instead lmao. special thanks to @kitten4sannie for listening to me drop some ideas while i was on a road trip, i did some adjustments but it's still sexually frustrated dilf!mingi this fic is finally out so i hope you and everyone enjoy it <3

a/n/n : i take no responsibilities for any calf cramp that may or may not happen but alyssa, i still blame you for the great leg cramp at ass o'clock

a/n/n/n : my birthday sucks because it felt more like public service than anything but i got ticket to go to singapore again so i'll be reunited with my little brother and little sisters soon✌️ i'm raising money for my mental wellbeing which is so totally code for i'm trying to find a way to make my shituation better by making myself just the slightest bit happier after today's shenanadoodles

buy me coffee ?

After the day Mingi had, the cold drink in his hand felt like the reward he deserved. It was only then that Mingi realized why people always say that the Family Court is rough. Still, of course, it was extra rough for him because his ex-wife, the horned creature incarnate (a goat, not the devil), had dragged his name through the mud just to get the maximum alimony because she was a narcissistic bum with no life skill to fall back to as if Mingi was the one who told her to quit her job as a dental hygienist when they first got married.

During the mediation meetings and court proceedings, she took all of the potshots she could While no one took her seriously, it still pained Mingi because the more she and her lawyer attacked him, calling out all of his insecurities and questioning his character, the more obvious it was that Mingi had wasted 9 years of his life on this loser and he missed out on all of the marital milestones. The main sore spot was having kids. She argued that putting her body through pregnancy was out of the question because there were risks that could cause her body to look weird in the future and it's inhumane how a woman's body had to contort in such a way to accommodate another living being. But when her breast implant popped when she slammed the car door too hard, it was 'a normal occurrence'.

As much as his friend Yunho told him not to, Mingi couldn't help but wallow in the time he absolutely WASTED on the bitch only to be screwed over. The only good thing that came out of the divorce was the fact that he got out of it without having to pay alimony because his ex-wife had become too cocky with her cards. But still, Mingi had to give her the car, the savings account (that wasn't much compared to anything considering she had drained it to accommodate her filler addiction and alcohol dependency), and Tony Son, their personal trainer, the one thing Mingi could credit her because she had been the one who introduced him to the man who was able to sculpt his body to perfection.

"Is this seat taken?"

Mingi snapped his head to the side to see a woman younger than he, dressed in a tight-bodiced red sparkly dress that showed just enough cleavage for it to be classy rather than trashy and the A-line satin skirt stopped just three fingers width atop her knees. Slowly, Mingi nodded and gestured to the seat on his right side wordlessly. It wasn't until the woman flagged down the bartender and ordered her drink did Mingi questioned why she sat next to him when there were other seats in the bar.

"So, are you alone?" she asked, striking up a conversation with Mingi which honestly caught him by surprise because he had been told that he had a resting bitch face that doubled in intensity when he wasn't in the mood and he was doubling in his bad mood. "Yeah... I am, so..." his words allude to him wanting to be alone, but there was something about the person next to him that intrigued him so much so that his eyes seemed to be glued to her. Just the sight of her drinking her vodka cranberry made Mingi's eyes travel from her face down to her lap, watching the way she moved so gracefully. "So... You don't mind my asking why a man as handsome as you are would be sitting alone with a scowl on his face," she pointed out, forcing Mingi to consciously unfurrow his eyebrows and fake taking a sip of his drink, "I'm not scowling, I'm just tired and pissed off for wasting 9 years on a selfish bitch that deprived me of anything I want in life," he spat venomously, even the slight mention of his ex sent a really unpleasant taste in his mouth. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?" She pouted, inching closer to Mingi as somewhat of a signal. Noticing this, Mingi scoffed and shook his head but he still entertained the woman, "Got a time machine to help me undo the past 9 years?" "No, but maybe I can give you what your ex couldn't."

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip when the look of shock on Mingi's face melted into intrigue. You had been watching him for an hour, sitting all alone, nursing his one drink as he toyed with his ring before chucking it into his breast pocket. Thank God he did because you were not about to approach a potentially spoken-for man. It took you a while to get substantial evidence of his status and it wasn't just because you were distracted by his plump ass in those slacks and the matching suit jacket and slightly unbuttoned black dress shirt didn't help your case.

"Little girl, I think I'm a bit too... Far for your reach," Mingi pointed out, raising an eyebrow at you as he wasn't sure that you knew what you were offering him. Mirroring him, you raised your eyebrow and shifted so that you faced him fully as you raised one leg and cross it over the other, successfully inviting Mingi to get a glimpse of more skin. "You don't know me or what I can do, sir," you smirked challengingly, now openly inviting him to poke you further.

You were delighted when you saw Mingi's jaw clench and throat bob after you called him sir. It was proof to you that Mingi had some sort of inclination of being in control and his little confession about not getting what he wanted from his ex-wife might be a glimpse of the kind of fun you could get from him. So without hesitation, you decided that you were going home with him.

Surprisingly, Mingi responded positively by leaning in to cup your chin and pull you close, just a wispy breath away from having your lips meet and you so desperately wanted to taste his because they just looked so damn juicy and plump. "You don't want to know all the things I've been deprived of... Baby." Your eyes darken and your legs crossed tighter to suppress the sudden arousal washing over your core, excited at the confirmation that Mingi was playing into your games just as you had wanted. All you needed to do was lock this down. So you let your hand lay on his thigh, squeezing it suggestively and enjoying the feeling of his muscle tensing underneath you each time your hand slid closer to his crotch to the point that your nail was scratching the inner side of his thigh just right. Despite being physically affected by you, Mingi still maintained eye-contact, daring you to poke his button just right.

"Yes, I do... Daddy."

In the blink of an eye, Mingi smashed his lips on you and all of the oxygen was knocked out of your lungs in one go. His lips were soft but the way he used them was rough yet calculated. You could taste the smoky whiskey on his tongue as he slipped it inside your mouth. Little did you know, he too, was enjoying the way you tasted. Your lip gloss had a sweetness to it that made him wonder if you're the type to plan things or if it was just a happy coincidence. He also took note of how you allowed him to lead you and the more he asserted himself onto you with every nibble of his lip and every caress of his tongue, showing that you're more on the submissive side and he likes it. A lot. The more you felt pleasure, the more you pleasured him back as evidenced by your hand rubbing against his raging boner.

Mingi smirked at the way you whimpered when he finally pulled away from you to slap a couple bills on the counter before he got off the stool, pulling you along with him. You wobbled slightly but Mingi immediately pulled you flush on his chest and despite having just made out with him, you found the gesture very hot. "Wanna go see if you can keep up with the list of things I missed out on?"

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Mingi must be some kind of a business owner because no way he would have had a rather impressive office where you found yourself in. Well, on top of him on his couch, grinding your panty-less core against his thigh with your top down, allowing the older man to ogle at your tits as you tried to make yourself cum.

"Is that the best you can do?" Mingi taunted, circling his crystal glass which produced a tinkling sound from the ice in the drink he poured as soon as you reached his home. "Daddy, I want you to touch me," you whined but your hip was still relentlessly moving after making a big deal of how his thighs were so strong and you wanted to sit on them like a throne. So instead of just sitting, Mingi told you to make yourself useful and prep your pussy without his help and he wanted you to do it by riding his thigh. His thick, glorious thigh. "Don't you want to touch me, daddy?" you teased, cupping your boobs and tweaking your own nipples whilst throwing your head back, making a show out of it just to get Mingi to touch you. Sure, Mingi was intrigued, but he knew damn well that he was holding the reigns and he had to hold himself back from jumping at the opportunity to completely ravish you too soon. "I do, baby, but you're being a brat right now and refusing to listen to me. Had I wanted that, I would've stayed with my ex-wife." Your head snapped back up at the mention of his ex-wife and you glared at his smug smirking face, "You have me half naked on your lap and you still mentioned your ex-wife?" you gathered your skirt in your hand, exposing your cunt to Mingi's eyes and slowed your pace to a prolonged drag that left long, dark stain courtesy of your arousal.

Finding your petulance adorable, Mingi chuckled and pulled you in for a searing kiss with one hand cupping your chin and the other slapping you on the ass as if telling you to speed up your movement. "You're an adorable little doll and I'm gonna break you," he muttered against your lips before you could reply to him, Mingi tugged your hair back as he casually took a sip from his drink. The action made you yelp and Mingi swiftly leaned over and spit the drink into your mouth and clamped your jaw shut. "Swallow," he commanded and as you came down from being surprised, you stared into Mingi's eyes. At first, you only stared at him, feigning defiance just for fun and Mingi found that both intriguing and annoying. His grip moved to tightly grasp your jaw and he growled, "Swallow. It." He demanded in a stern voice that made your panties more damp as your cunt clench, leaving you unable to do anything more than whine and swallow the burning liquid. Mingi found you very mesmerizing even on an act as simple as you taking heed of his words. The stray spit and alcohol that trickled from the corners of your lips enhanced the glimmer of your smudged lipstick and lipgloss combo, turning Mingi on with how effortlessly sultry you looked. He was down and he was down bad. He wasn't even sure if he was down because Once the liquid was no longer there, you rolled out your tongue to proudly show your obedience and Mingi let out a shuddered breath seeing you just blindly following his orders like the good puppet you are.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

In a flash, Mingi flipped you both around so that you were trapped underneath him with your head strategically on the armrest. The elevation allowed you to watch as Mingi dragged a hand down your body as if you were a work of art. "All this time... I was missing a lot all this time, that bitch took nine years out of me and gave me nothing," Mingi shuddered both in anger and in arousal. The contrasting thoughts between being so angry at his former partner and the excitement of being rewarded by being able to ravish you felt like waves crashing inside him. It was thrilling. It was exciting. It got his adrenaline pumping and God, he felt alive. "Poor baby," you purred all the while slowly popping the buttons of his dress shirt off to reveal the soft skin underneath, "You're so frustrated, It's a good thing I'm here now huh?"

You swung your leg up and used the tip of your toe to tilt Mingi's chin upwards maintaining a somewhat neutral expression but the twinkle in your eyes indicated clear intrigue. "Tell me all the things you want to do. What do you want most?" the question made Mingi roll his eyes back and he grabbed your leg by your ankle. "You nasty slut, you want to have an older cock so bad you're enticing me with empty promises, huh?" He mumbled against the skin of your leg, trailing his lips down from the heel and lower to your calf as his body followed down until he eventually stopped at the mid-section of your inner thigh. You helped him by flipping your skirt up, exposing your cunt wholly to him and slotting the leg you lifted on his shoulder, "Empty promises? I want to give you whatever you want daddy, and in order for me to be able to do that, I need to know what it is."

Thinking that he had nothing to lose anyway, Mingi smirked and decided to test you. "I want a baby," he stated, "I want to put my baby in you," he said oh so casually as if he hadn't had his fingers poking and prodding your cunt like they just belonged there. Truthfully speaking, Mingi was expecting you to push him off and ran away screaming because what kind of a hookup just casually dropped a bomb as big as he did?

But it seemed like Mingi's luck was turning around for the better because you replied by reaching forward to free his cock from his pants, trying as best as you could to suppress the surprise at Mingi's size (but failing as evidenced by the way your eyes bulged slightly and your tongue peeking out to lick your bottom lip in hunger) before you leaned back and opened your legs widely as an invitation for him. "Then do it, fuck me so hard and dumb and deep that I'd have no other choice but to have your baby," you smiled up at him. Mingi could only stare at you in shock initially, not really knowing what you meant until you whined and pulled him closer using the leg that was hooked on his shoulder. "Daddy, don't make me wait too long. Come on, put a baby in me!" you pleaded, cunt throbbing with eagerness to feel Mingi's cock stretching you now that you already caught a glimpse.

The shock melted away from Mingi's face and even as he was guiding his cock to your core, he was still carefully watching your face, not wanting to waste any twitch or shift in your face from feeling him but also he was trying to be careful in case you showed him any indication of regret or if you changed your mind. But the way you whined and rolled your hips so your wet cunt could meet his cock more gave him the green light.

"You dirty slut," Mingi grunted before he shoved his length inside you in one fluid movement. The accumulating arousal from you riding his thigh provided proper lubrication but his sheer size was not something you're used to so your body tensed up at the impact. "F-fuck, daddy, y-you-" "Am I tearing you apart, baby? Are you being split into two on daddy's fat cock?" he asked in faux worry that was just him being condescending towards you. But you don't care, you found it hot even when he talked down to you as if you were nothing but his plaything. "Yes, yes, daddy, I'm being split open on your cock but I love it! I love it so much!" you moaned, hands clawing at his skin, causing red streaks to appear from the pressure of your nails, "Fuck, I want more!"

With that, Mingi pushed your legs up by your thighs, exposing more of your lower half to him. "Be daddy's good girl and hold these open, I wanna see your pussy taking my cock raw," he hissed, eyes zeroing on the way your puffy lips split open to accommodate his size. Carefully, as if assessing a great piece of art, Mingi watched attentively The view almost brought tears to his eyes but he channeled the somewhat endearing moment into fucking you stupid into the mattress.

Each drag of Mingi's cock felt like fire against your inner walls. Although there was a slight discomfort with each movement, the added pleasure of being filled like you had never before made you addicted.

If you thought you were enjoying yourself, Mingi was very close to combusting and he was trying his best to not cum too soon as he didn't wanna be branded as the geezer who came too early. But he couldn't help it, not with the way both his ego and his cock were stroked. It was as if you were made for him and he felt that the moment he entered your sopping cunt. So Mingi shifted his focus to you instead, working to get you to cum first.

"Come on baby, cum for daddy. I need you to cum first so you'd be ripe and open for me to fill you up," Mingi huffed, pressing his pointy nose against the junction of your neck that sent tingles down your spine, "We need to do our best to make sure that you'd be good and pregnant, right?" The weight of his words caused your head to spin as the thought of him filling you full for his own pleasure filled your mind. "Yes, yes daddy, make me cum please," you whined into his ears, your body reacting almost automatically by rolling your hips against his own to match his speed and desire. Mingi growled hungrily and his pace quickened significantly as the impact got harder. You were sure that after this your ass would be different shades of red and blue but you couldn't care less. Especially if Mingi wanted to do more rounds with you, you'd gladly wear the bruises like a badge of honor.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this, you're so hot when you're willing and submissive for me," Mingi grunted, even verging on whining into your ears because you just felt so good to him but he held firm, "Are you close, baby? Are you cumming soon?" Lucky for him, you nodded hurriedly, confirming that you were close. Your brain had been marinating in the dizzying arousal that it was embarrassingly quick for you to nearly reach your climax in a rather short time. However, your response was deemed lacking to Mingi who wanted to hear a verbal response from you. Mingi was quick to slap you hard on your left tit as a punishment, feeling the need to chastise you for simplifying your response.

The words died on Mingi's tongue and his hips sharply halted to a stop when he saw you yelp and shudder before coming completely undone underneath him, writhing pathetically as your nails grazed his skin, leaving red streaks for Mingi to show off for days on end. His eyes darken when he saw tears pooled in your own eyes before dropping, creating the illusion of your eyes sparkling which served a rather complex combination of innocence and sinful. "M-M- Daddy," you whimpered in almost a hushed tone, barely comprehensible but to Mingi the sound was thunderous in Mingi's ears, ringing, because his baby girl needed him. His baby girl wanted him. His baby girl who's willing to give him anything he could ask for was longing for him. So who is he to deny you?

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state seemed to unlock something primal in Mingi because while you were reeling down from your orgasm, Mingi was instead put into some sort of a trance. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, slightly hoping that he could taste your sweetness in the air, and his hips restarted with a pace so hard and quick, for a moment you forgot that Mingi was a human.

The pleasure from your orgasm tripled with the additional friction continuously given by Mingi whose head was flooded with the thought of truly possibly getting you pregnant from this first time. Not that he was planning on only fucking you once, not after he felt how good you made him feel both emotionally and physically. He was planning to pamper you to death and maybe that was the sexually frustrated side in him but he didn't care, he didn't care how crazy he was because you were the one who made him crazy.

The sound of hips snapping together in a rhythm accompanied by your drunk-like moans sounded like a symphony in Mingi's ears. "F-fuck baby, I'm gonna fill you up now," Mingi grunted, his eyes closing and his forehead dropping to your shoulder, "I'm gonna fill you up with my seed to the brim and you're gonna be a good girl and keep it all in so my baby can grow safely inside of you, okay?" He whispered so intimately against your shoulder that both your lips and cunt wept. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a pool underneath you after you were done and you won't hesitate to ask for more. "Cum, daddy. Cum inside me. Fill me up so hard and full like you promised me!" You whined, your hands snaking around his shoulders to hold tight as the overstimulation caused a tingling pain that made your toes curl while Mingi was getting such a high from his ego being fed.

"Fuck, baby girl, this is it, I'm gonna put my baby in you!" Mingi grunted and thrusted, once, twice, thrice, before his hips stuttered and you felt a gush of warmth spilling deep inside your cunt. The physical feeling of being filled up made your eyes roll into your head and the realization of what just happened made you blush as if you weren't whoring for his cock not 10 minutes ago.

As Mingi slowly came down from his high, his mind cleared up and he was able to pepper kisses from your shoulders, up your neck, along your jawline, and then gently all over your face. The contrast of the sweetness of the older man and the nasty act you both just did made you suddenly turn all giggly and shy. "Aww, come on, are you trying to get away from me?" Mingi smirked, trying to chase another kiss from your lips but you kept dodging him, "That's pretty absurd considering I still have my cock inside of you, plugging you full." Your eyes widened at the vulgarity of his chosen words and you couldn't help but smack him on the shoulder but fail to hold back a giggle, "Don't say it like that!" "Like what? Like the way it is?" Mingi teased, pushing himself up to trail a finger on your stomach which made your breath hitch and your muscle to tense, "I need to make sure you really do get pregnant so you can give me my baby just like I wanted," his voice trailed as his fingers drew patterns on your skin almost lovingly and the nonsensical side of you wanted to believe that he was showing his affection to you. You figured that there was only one way to find out.

Without missing a beat, you took his finger that was tracing your skin into your mouth and start licking around as if it was a lollipop, effectively causing Mingi's attention to shift to your face and his cock to twitch inside you. "Who said we're only gonna try this once, daddy? You're gonna fuck me as much as you like until I'm good and pregnant."

The smirk that bloomed on Mingi's face was devilish and almost menacing, showing his genuine intention to get wamhat he wanted.

"I hope you'd never ask. I'm gonna fuck you all night long and you're gonna be a good girl and take it all with no complaint."

As if you'd say no.

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yummymitzy · 4 months ago

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What is your problem?

Summary: Reader had recently settled in the Avengers Tower to be with her brother, Tony. What if a certain redhead expresses a form of hatred towards the new Avenger? Or was it really hate?

WC: 2,494

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Taking a step back, you admire your handiwork of your new room in the compound. The room was simple, not too much where it was plain, but just enough so it would feel comfortable. You didn’t feel like going all out on decorations, finding it easier to buy or collect them as time goes on.

A knock on the door sounded through the room, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turn to head to the door. To your dismay it was Tony, one hand on the handle of the door, the other holding a takeout box with shawarma.

“You do know that we had shawarma last night right?”You asked, leaning on the door while raising an eyebrow at Tony. His obsession with shawarma was honestly outrageous.

“Yeah, but it’s shawarma. Now hurry it up, it’s going to get cold.” He says trying to move past you into your room until you grab him by his shoulders and turn him around to face the door.

“Oh no, we are not eating in my room. You eat like a damn pig.” You laugh as he huffs before speeding out your door, rushing you.

“Just speed it up, i’m hungry and you’re not making it any better by standing around.” He rolls his eyes, practically rushing the both of you to the kitchen before he instantly unpacks the food and grubbing.

You were barely one bite into your food before a redheaded woman with slightly wavy hair passed by in a hoodie and jeans, getting a glass of water. The woman looked familiar but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

The most embarrassing part was that you remember people by their faces, usually not their names, so this wasn’t really a bright moment for you.

“Y/n, you’re staring, and the foods getting cold, you better start eating before your food becomes mine.” Tony says in a hushed whisper, pointing a fork in your direction, before he starts digging back in his food. Either he noticed you looking at her and didn’t say anything, or he just wants your food.

The redhead hears the mention of your name and looks over at the both of you briefly, before leaving the room with the cup of water in her hand. You on the other hand picked at your food for a few minutes before starting to eat.

You honestly don’t know how you finished your food before Tony, you know maybe he could be savoring it? Who knows? Obviously you wouldn’t, the rest of the time you and Tony were in the kitchen, the redhead was stuck on your mind. Was it bad that you desperately wanted to bump into her again?

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Soon enough you find yourself waking up from your nap. You wonder if Tony had put something in the shawarma because you knocked out not too long after you two ate and played games.

“Oh shit.” You mumble, completely remembering that you and Tony were supposed to be training at 3, and it was 5 minutes to three. Jumping up from your bed, you run over to your closet and pull out grey sweats and a tanktop.

As soon as you get changed you grab your phone and rush out the door. Once you turn the corner to the elevator, you bump into something and red covers your view. Taking a good look at the person you bumped into, your eyes widen a fraction.

It had been the same redheaded woman from the kitchen. Had somebody heard your prayers of seeing her again? You really did hope so.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you, was kind of in a rush.” You say after a few seconds of silence between you two.

“Just watch where you’re going next time.” She scowls, making you raise your eyebrows slightly at the hostility. You may have deserved it but that shit was honestly rude, how would you have known somebody else would be down the hall?

“Yeah. Forsure.” You say in a bitter tone. Had she been this irritating with Tony or everybody else? You brush it off as you push past her, everything but stomping your way to the training room as you see Tony on one of the benches, making you calm down slightly.

As you and him finish wrapping your hands, you both head inside the ring to spar. As you throw a fake left hook, you send your right fist into his stomach, ducking under his arm and kicking his feet from under him.

“Tony do you know who the red head is?” You question as you hold out a hand for Tony, lifting him up in the process.

“Yeah, that’s Natasha. Why? Did you already meet her?” Goddamnit, that was Natasha Romanoff! At least you had a name to put to the face but holy shit she was rude. You were going to let it slide anyway, since you did deserve a little of it, right?

“Yes, right when I was headed here, I bumped into her by accident. And she just gave me hell of an attitude.” You grumble, the emotions from earlier rising, before you shrug it off.

You and Tony get into position again and circle around each other in the ring. He starts talking soon enough which makes your eyes roll. He just had to talk while either one of you were going to punch each other? “Just shrug it off. Romanoff’s been like that, it’s cause you’re new.”

You side-step Tony as he throws a punch towards you, you instantly turn. Grabbing the nape of his neck and kicking his feet from under him again, you pin hin down on the mat, your knee in the middle of his back.

“Just forget it. It ain’t my problem, she wanna be like that towards me then fine.” You and him go a few rounds more until you step out. As you hell him up and walk out the ring, straight towards the benches as you grab your water bottle. Shit you forgot to refill it on the way here.

“I’ll be back, my waters out, have to go refill it.” You yell as you’re already a foot out the door. As you turn to the hallway to the right of the door, you notice Natasha approaching. Your face hardens slightly as you don’t acknowledge her.

From your peripheral you can see confusion plastered on her face. Serves her right, You mean like she asked you to watch where you go, but when you do, she all confused? Which is it then?

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-One week Later-

Training was easy as fuck, you couldn’t tell if it was just easy or Tony made it easy by simply sparring with you. You were back in your room, just lounging in for a while before you decide to get up and probably go look for Peter.

You and Peter had always got along, once Tony introduced you to him, he soon became one of your closest friends, but definitely below Tony. “Hey Friday, do you know where Peter is?”

“Mr. Parker is currently in the living room, Ms. Stark.”

“Thanks Friday” As you take the elevator down to the living room. The thing is, once the doors open to the living room, one thing Friday forgot to mention was that Natasha was there with him. Great.

You sigh as you walk towards the couch, lightly slapping the back of Peter’s neck as you jump over the back of the couch onto the cushions next to him. “Hey Pete!”

“What the hell was that for?” He grumbles rubbing the back of his neck. Natasha glancing at you from across the couch before turning back to the bond movie that’s playing.

“Just wanted to fuck with you. You wanna play Mario Kart?” You ask, waving the game in your hand as he thinks about his answer.

“Go easy on me!” Peter says as he snatches the game from your hand, causing you to dramatically scoff and putting your hand on your chest before turning your attention to Natasha.

“Hey, Natasha, you want to play with us?” You ask, trying to lighten up the air between you two. You both may not have gotten a good impression on each other but you still wanted to ease that up, not wanting to be mean with somebody you just met.

Natasha stays quiet but she switches seats, moving to the same couch you and Peter were sat on but kept a slight distance between you and her. That’s fine, at least it was some progress, right? As you hold out a controller for her to take, she snatches it. Well nevermind.

You brush it off as Peter starts off the game immediately, but you were going to have a talk with her once you all were done.

As soon as the game started, you caught up with ease, leaving Natasha and Peter in the back as you race through the streets of Toad Harbor. You can hear Peter mumbling cuss words next to you as he gets hit with numerous shells, while Natasha is quiet on your other side.

Starting your third lap, Peter was in the middle of his second lap, while Natasha was catching up to you at the end of her second lap. You couldn’t even deny it, she was pretty good at Mario kart, could make you believe that she could beat Tony at it.

You’re halfway to the finish line and you relax in the couch, leaning back into the cushions as your confidence grows. Until your character gets hit with a shell. A blue shell.

Thinking it was another player, you realize it was Natasha who passed by you as you get stunned. You cursed under your breath as you sat up on the couch, accelerating the speed of your character.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Natasha smirking as she remained ahead of you. But your hope increases by the second as you grab another item box, receiving bullet bill.

You grin as you equip bullet bill, so incredibly grateful that you got the item as it turns your character into a bullet, flying past Natasha’s character and stunning her as you flew into the finish line.

“Ahah!” You laugh, setting down the controller on the table as you stand. Peter slouches back into the couch as he pout, while Natasha sets down her controller too and just stares ahead with an expressionless face.

“You said you’d go easy!” Peter whined as he kept complaining about his loss, crossing his arms.

“I did no such thing as agreeing though.” You shrug, proud of my accomplishment. Before remember earlier incident with Natasha, as you turn to her.

“Hey Natasha, can I speak to you alone?” You ask in a gentle tone, trying to be nice but it just didn’t seem to work out as she looks up to you with a scowl planted on her face, before leaving to the kitchen. You took that as a yes and followed her there.

“What the hell is your problem, Natasha? I’m trying to be nice here but you always just have the need to lash out at me.” You narrow your eyes at her, trying to understand her as you cross your arms across your chest.

“I don’t have a problem with you.” She huffs as she mimics you, crossing her arms too.

“That! That right there! Thats exactly what I’m talking about, you’re always huffing and puffing at me whenever I try to be nice to you or invite you into something with other people.” You exclaim as your eyebrows furrow, starting to get more irritated by the second by this.

Something flickers in Natasha’s eyes briefly as her face falters for a split second before it immediately snaps back, her eyebrows furrowing. “What if maybe I don’t want anything to do with you.” She hisses, making your eyebrows raise in shock as she turns her back to you.

She’s only one step away from you as you grab her wrist, swiftly turning her around to face you once more. “You aren’t leaving this room until you tell me why the hell you’re acting like this towards me. Is it because I’m related to Tony, cause I can’t do anything to change the fact that I’m his sister.”

Natasha’s face quickly turns into one of shock as she feels something in the pit of her stomach, was it guilt? She wasn’t sure. “No!” She coughs trying to cover up how loud she was when she said that. “No. It never was about how you’re related to Tony, why would you think that? I…I just….”

You raise an eyebrow towards her, unfolding your arms to rest them at your sides as you calm down slightly. Natasha seemed different than how she acted before, it couldn’t be guilt, what was it? “You just?” You said in a more gentler tone, deciding that you should be more patient with her.

“I just.. It’s hard coming to terms with my emotions. It’s all I’m familiar with, I always just react before I even put any thought into it…I don’t actually hate you, Y/n.”

Your eyes flicker between all the features of her face, trying to get a read on her, understand her. Natasha was opening up to you? Hell you were sure nobody ever saw her this vulnerable, obviously other than Clint, but you understood though. It was hard managing emotions, especially for you, you and Tony both harbored terrible anger issues and anxiety.

“Then why were you so hostile with me, Natasha?” You weren’t even sure if your tone could get any softer than it is now.

“I just thought that if I distanced myself from you and never interacted with you that it could… stop whatever the hell i’m feeling.” She whispered during the last six words, but you still managed to hear it due to your close proximity. Something you never realized until now.

You were face to face, your breaths practically mixing in together with how close you two were. As you processed her words one by one, you smiled softly, leaning in to the point your noses were slightly brushing.

“And what is it you’re feeling, Tasha?” Gently pushing her to say it as you look down at her. You didn’t know it, but the change from her full name to a nickname sent butterflies in her stomach, she never knew how good it sounded with the nickname falling through your lips.

“I may have taken a liking to you, Y/l/n.” She muttered, her confidence coming back to her at full speed as she smirked up at you through her eyelashes with her gorgeous emerald eyes. You grinned as you hear her say those words, resulting you to lean in impossibly closer.

“I like you too, Romanoff.” You mutter against her lips as you give her a sweet kiss. The kiss was slow and full of love, there wasn’t any rush between you as she moves her hands to cup your jaw, yours moving down to her waist and pulling her into your body, the kiss becoming more passionate the more you both continue.

You could honestly get used to this.

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brunchable · 1 month ago

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This is your boyfriend, Mom?- Part 1.5 || Lucas Roasts the Avengers.

Pairings: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Our savage wittle boi Lucas. Summary: Avengers getting a taste of Lucas' fresh roasts. A/N: Some of you are asking for me to bring Lucas back so here you go. Enjoy ;u;

Lucas’s small legs dangled back and forth, his sneakers brushing against the ground.

“Alright, kid. I’ll take you to meet the Avengers, but only if you promise me one thing.”

“What kind of promise?” Lucas eyed him suspiciously, his legs swinging out in front of him as he twisted around to look at Bucky.

Bucky leaned against the swing set, lowering his voice conspiratorially as he gave Lucas another small push. “You have to roast them—just like you did to me when we first met.”

Lucas’s eyes widened, and he twisted his body back to face forward, digging his heels into the dirt to bring the swing to a sudden stop.

“Absolutely not. No way, metal mop. I’m not roasting Tony Stark, or Clint, or—” He paused for emphasis, staring Bucky dead in the eye. “—Captain America.”

Bucky blinked, caught off guard by the firm rejection. He reached out and gave the swing a gentle nudge, sending Lucas slowly drifting back and forth again.

“Wait, what? Why not?”

Lucas tilted his head as he swung back, glancing over his shoulder at Bucky as if the older man were the one acting ridiculous. “Because they’re superheroes, duh! I’m not just gonna insult them like I did you. They’re cool.”

Bucky placed a hand over his chest in mock offense, giving the swing another light push. “Oh, so I’m not cool enough to be a superhero?”

Lucas gave him a long, exaggerated look up and down as he swung higher before smirking. “You’re more like my mom’s grumpy boyfriend with a shiny arm. That’s not the same thing.”

Bucky’s mouth fell open, and he let out an incredulous laugh. He stepped behind the swing, giving it a bit more momentum.

“What the h—? You little punk,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You roasted me without any hesitation, but you’re too scared to go after them?”

“I’m not scared!” Lucas retorted quickly, his cheeks flushing red. He jutted his chin out defiantly as the swing carried him forward. “I just think Captain America deserves respect. And Tony? He’s like… really rich. He probably buys people’s opinions.”

Bucky let out a snort of amusement, crossing his arms as Lucas swung back. He gave the swing another gentle push. “And Clint?”

“Clint’s got arrows. Lots of them. What if he shoots me?”

“He won’t shoot you, kid.” Bucky’s grin widened as he leaned closer, pushing the swing with a bit more force so Lucas’s laughter rang out in the air. “I bet he’ll love it if you roast him.”

Lucas shook his head firmly, the swing rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm. “Nope. Not doing it. They’re cool. You—” He paused, poking Bucky’s shoulder with a tiny finger as he swung past. “—are not.”

“Alright, fine,” Bucky said, shrugging nonchalantly as he walked around to the front of the swing, facing Lucas as he continued to push. “Guess we won’t go, then. I’ll just tell them you were too chicken to say anything.”

Lucas’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the swing chains. “Chicken?”

“Yeah,” Bucky taunted, lifting an eyebrow as he stopped the swing with a hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “Too scared to handle it. Guess I overestimated you.”

Lucas’s jaw tightened, and his hands clenched around the chains. He took a deep breath, his expression shifting from uncertainty to determination.

“Okay, fine. I’ll roast them,” he said slowly, enunciating each word. “But I’m not going easy on you even if they’re in the room.”

Bucky grinned and stepped back, giving the swing another playful shove. “Deal. Bring your best game, smart mouth.”

× × × ×

The Next Day: Meeting the Avengers

“Hey, there’s the little guy,” Tony announced as Lucas walked into the room, flanked by Bucky. He glanced at Steve, Clint, and Sam, raising his eyebrows. “So, this is Bucky’s mini bodyguard?”

Lucas looked around at the group of men towering over him and frowned. “Huh, I thought superheroes were supposed to be big and impressive.”

Clint snorted, leaning against the back of the couch. “Oh, trust me, kid, we’re impressive. You just can’t see it from down there.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you’re a superhero? You look more like my art teacher. Y’know, the one who tells me to express myself every time I draw something horrible.”

Clint gaped, his finger pointing at Lucas in pure shock. “I—I do not—”

“Do you also tell people that staring at the trees helps with inspiration?” Lucas asked, crossing his arms with a critical look.

Clint’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he spluttered, “That’s—you can’t—”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Do you stutter in battle too?”

Everyone burst into laughter as Clint waved his hands frantically, still trying to form a coherent response. “I—well, yeah, but only when—wait, no! That’s not the point!”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head, but before he could say anything, Lucas turned to him.

“And you,” he said, eyeing the Captain America uniform sceptically. “Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Star-Spangled Man with a Plan?’ Because right now, I’m not convinced you even have a plan on how to button your shirt.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked down at his perfectly buttoned shirt. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”

Lucas squinted, leaning closer like he was inspecting a mystery. “It’s too tight. Or are you just so big you can’t fit into regular people’s clothes?”

“Hey, I like my shirts this way,” Steve retorted, folding his arms with a smirk. “It’s called having a sense of style, which I’m guessing you haven’t developed yet, mini mop.”

“Style?” Lucas snorted. “Yeah, you’ve got so much style that old people see you and think they’re looking at their yearbook photos.”

Bucky snickered, trying to keep a straight face as Steve glared at him. “Hey, I didn’t bring him here to insult your fashion choices, Steve. I swear.”

Lucas turned his gaze to Sam, who was smirking at Steve’s discomfort. “Don’t look so smug, Birdman. Shouldn’t you be outside flying or something?”

Sam’s mouth fell open. “Birdman? And who said I should—”

“I bet you flap your wings at night and make ‘caw-caw’ noises in your sleep,” Lucas continued, his expression completely serious.

“Kid, I will have you know, I am a dignified, high-tech—”

“High-tech what? Feathery nugget?” Lucas tilted his head and looked at Sam’s wings thoughtfully. “Hey, what do you even eat? Seeds? Bird pellets?”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up as he pointed at Lucas in disbelief. “Hold up, did this mini mop just compare me to a parakeet? Bucky, you need to get a leash on him or something!”

Lucas nodded thoughtfully, ignoring Sam’s protests. “And, Mr. Tony Stark,” he said, turning to the billionaire, who raised his hands defensively.

“Easy, there, killer,” Tony warned with a grin. “I’m sensitive, you know.”

Lucas scoffed. “Sensitive? You’re wearing sunglasses indoors. Who do you think you are, the sun?”

Tony blinked, reaching up to touch his glasses before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Alright, you got me there.”

“And another thing—why’s your goatee shaped like that? It looks like you glued on two fuzzy caterpillars and called it a day.”

“Oh my God—HEUH—” Clint snorted forward into laughter while leaning on Sam, while Sam practically howled.

Tony straightened his back, placing a hand on his chest as if deeply offended. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’ve got some nerve coming in here and insulting a billionaire genius. This goatee cost me a thousand bucks—”

“For what? Your caterpillars to have a vacation home?” Lucas asked, looking up at him sceptically.

Sam snorted, slapping his knee. “He’s really got you there, Tony.”

“Don’t you laugh, Birdman!” Tony shot back, gesturing wildly at Sam. “This kid’s roasting you like a Thanksgiving turkey too.”

Lucas tilted his head, pointing at Tony. “I bet you plug yourself into a wall socket at night to recharge.”

“Okay, that’s not—You know what? I’m not even going to—” Tony ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “Why did you bring this pint-sized terror in here, Buck?”

“Just for fun,” Bucky replied smugly, crossing his arms. “He’s got guts, doesn’t he?”

Lucas turned to Clint, pointing at him again. “You know, you’re not really a superhero. You’re just an overachieving bow and arrow guy. Like, have you ever heard of a gun?”

Clint opened his mouth to retort, but Lucas didn’t give him a chance.

“And Mr. Wilson,” he said, shifting his attention back to the Falcon. “You have a metal bird suit but no superpowers? Dude, you’re just one technology failure away from becoming a guy running around with metal scraps strapped to his back.”

The room went silent for a moment, everyone too stunned to react. Then, Tony raised his hand, grinning. “Okay, kid, I officially like you.”

“Don’t be too proud, Mr. Stark,” Lucas replied coolly, turning to him with a smirk. “You’re basically a walking vending machine.”

Tony’s grin vanished. “What the—”

“Yep. Just one button away from giving out soda and snacks,” Lucas finished, shrugging.

Steve tried not to stifle a laugh and failed miserably. He glanced at Bucky, who looked like he might burst from pride. “I think you’ve found your match, Buck.”

Bucky leaned down, ruffling Lucas’s hair. “Y’know what, kid? You might just make me look good in front of these losers.”

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. “Just doing my job, Mr. Metal Mop.”

“Metal Mop?” Clint repeated, raising an eyebrow at Bucky.

“Long story,” Bucky muttered, shaking his head.

“Hey, Captain America. Ever think about upgrading to a newer version?” Lucas grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What?” Steve asked, bewildered.

“Yeah,” Lucas continued. “I mean, you’ve been around since the 40s. Don’t you think it’s time to, I dunno, get with the times? Maybe drop the shield and use a smartphone or something.”

Steve stared at him, utterly speechless. “I don’t need—”

“Sure, you do. Bet you still have a flip phone.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with flip phones?” Steve grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Gramps,” Lucas deadpanned. “Everything.”

“Watch it, smart mouth,” Steve retorted, pointing a finger at Lucas. “Last I checked, I still had a fan club and you’re not on the list.”

“Fan club? I think they’re more like a ‘Bring Back the 40s’ club,” Lucas shot back.

“Okay, that’s it. Buck, you’re out, and I’m adopting him,” Steve declared with a grin. “Gotta make sure this kid’s on my side before he turns into a Tony Stark wannabe.”

“He just called me smart, can I stay with him instead?” Lucas looked up at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Absolutely not!” Bucky shot back, placing a protective arm around Lucas’s shoulders.

Lucas snorted but turned his gaze to Natasha, who had been standing quietly with an amused smile on her face. He shifted nervously on his feet, his previous confidence wavering as he cleared his throat.

“And you,” Lucas said softly, his tone changing completely as he looked up at Natasha. “You’re… um… really nice. And… and I like your hair.”

Natasha’s eyebrows rose slightly, her smile softening at the change in his demeanor. “Well, thank you, Lucas,” she replied gently, her voice kind. “I like your hair too.”

Lucas’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he glanced at the floor, shuffling his feet. “Yeah, um… it’s, uh, good to meet you, Miss Natasha.”

The entire room fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, completely caught off guard by Lucas’s sudden transformation into a little gentleman.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, glancing between Lucas and Natasha. “What—no roasting for her?”

Lucas looked up at Bucky with wide, incredulous eyes. “Are you kidding? You can’t roast a lady. That’s just… that’s just wrong!”

“Wait, so she’s off the hook, but we’re fair game?” Tony’s jaw dropped, and he pointed at Natasha.

“Uh, yeah,” Lucas replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s a lady, and she’s got really nice hair.”

Natasha laughed softly, shaking her head. “Well, thank you, Lucas. You’re quite the charmer.”

“Just don’t let it go to your head,” Sam muttered, giving Natasha a teasing look. “Kid’s been roasting us like chestnuts on an open fire.”

Natasha smirked, glancing at Sam. “Looks like you boys just need to step up your game.”

Lucas looked around the group, his grin widening. “Just wait till I meet the Hulk.”

Steve and Sam exchanged a glance, smirking. “I don’t know if the Hulk will survive,” Sam muttered.

“Or if we will,” Tony agreed, rubbing his goatee.

“Hey, kid,” Clint called out, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “You ever see someone shoot an arrow through ten different targets at once?”

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “What’s the point of that? Seems like a lot of work when you could just use a laser pointer.”

“Kid’s gonna get us all fired,” Sam muttered, shaking his head. “And I’m gonna help him.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, and Bucky looked down at Lucas with a proud smile. “Y’know what, Lucas? You’ve officially made me look cool.”

“Well, someone had to do it. You’re welcome, Mr. Metal Mop.” Lucas shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright, kid, we’ve had our fun,” Tony said, offering a small smile. “You got anything good to say about us. . . Men, or are we just target practice?”

Lucas squinted, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. “Hmm… Well, I guess I can say some nice stuff… if you’re up for it.”

Clint folded his arms, an amused smirk on his lips. “Oh, this ought to be good. Go ahead, kid, give us your best compliment.”

Lucas looked at Clint and shrugged. “Alright, bow guy, you’re probably the coolest archer I know.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, surprised by the praise. “Really? That’s—”

Lucas tilted his head. “But only because I don’t know any other archers. I mean, it’s not like I’m hanging out with Robin Hood on the weekends.”

Clint’s face dropped, and Tony burst into laughter, slapping Clint on the back. “Don’t worry, Legolas, he’s just getting started.”

Lucas turned his attention to Tony. “As for you, Mr. Stark, I guess you’re okay too.”

Tony looked pleased. “I’ll take it. See, Bucky? The kid does have taste.”

“Yeah,” Lucas continued, “You’re like the rich uncle who shows up to family reunions and brags about his new car but doesn’t let anyone touch it.”

Tony’s grin vanished, and Steve snorted. “He’s not wrong, Tony.”

“Excuse me, I—” Tony began, but Lucas held up a hand.

“I mean, you’re cool, but you still look like you’d hand out business cards to your own reflection.”

“Okay, wow,” Tony muttered, rubbing his goatee. “Kid’s savage. I like it.”

“Don’t take it too personally, Tony,” Clint teased. “I think that’s the closest he’s come to saying he likes you.”

Lucas turned to Clint again and grinned. “Actually, I do like you, Clint.”

Clint’s face lit up. “You do?”

“Yeah, you seem like the guy who’ll teach me how to sneak out of the house or pick a lock.”

Clint looked up at the rest of the Avengers, pointing at them with a wide grin. “Hear that, guys? I’m the bad influence! Finally, I’ve got a reputation!”

“Congratulations, Barton,” Tony deadpanned. “Parent of the year material right there.”

Sam cleared his throat, pointing at himself. “Hey, what about me, kid? You got something nice to say?”

Lucas looked Sam up and down, a contemplative look on his face. “You’re… well, you’re definitely… not as annoying as I thought you’d be.”

Sam blinked, and Tony burst into laughter. “Ha! Take that, Birdman!”

“Wait a second—” Sam protested, “Not as annoying? That’s it?”

Lucas shrugged, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I mean, I thought you’d squawk a lot more. So… good job not doing that.”

Clint chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, at least you’re getting a compliment, Wilson.”

Sam grumbled, crossing his arms. “Yeah, whatever. I’m still the coolest here.”

Bucky, feeling left out of the back-and-forth, leaned down to Lucas. "Alright, smart mouth, since you're handing out compliments, what do you have to say about me?"

Lucas gave Bucky a long, thoughtful look before replying. "You're... okay."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Okay? That's all I get?"

Lucas shrugged. "Well, you did bring me here to meet these guys, and I guess you don't totally suck at being a superhero. But your hair still looks like it's trying to escape from your head.”

The rest of the Avengers burst out laughing, and Bucky’s mouth dropped open as he instinctively reached up to touch his hair.

“My hair’s fine!” he exclaimed, looking around for support. “Right, guys?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Tony said, barely able to contain his laughter. “It’s totally not fleeing in horror. You’re good.”

“Absolutely,” Clint agreed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Just maybe… get a helmet?”

Bucky’s jaw dropped, and he looked back down at Lucas with a mock scowl. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Lucas beamed up at him. “Back at ya, Mr. Metal Mop.”

The room finally settled down, and Tony stepped forward again, leaning down to Lucas’s level with a curious expression.

“Alright, kid, we’ve had our fun,” Tony said, offering a small smile. “You got anything else to say?”

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I guess you guys are… kind of cool.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Kind of cool?”

“Yeah,” Lucas continued, “In an ‘awkward dads who try too hard to be funny’ kind of way.”

Clint, Steve, Sam, and Tony exchanged glances before collectively bursting into laughter. Bucky let out a sigh of relief, grateful to be off the hook.

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough roast for one day,” Bucky said, gently patting Lucas on the shoulder. “What do you say we let these guys get their dignity back?”

Lucas pretended to consider it, then nodded. “Alright. But only because you asked nicely.”

“Nicely?” Steve repeated with a grin. “Buck doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

Lucas shrugged. “Yeah, he’s more like ‘grumble, grumble, metal arm’ all the time.”

Bucky groaned, but there was a fond smile on his face. “Let’s go, kid. We’ve done enough damage for one day.”

As they turned to leave, Tony called out, “Hey, Lucas!”

Lucas glanced back. “Yeah?”

“You should come back,” Tony said with a grin. “We need someone to keep us on our toes.”

Clint nodded in agreement. “And maybe next time, I’ll teach you how to shoot ten arrows at once.”

“Or maybe I’ll let you fly my wings,” Sam offered with a smirk.

“Or,” Tony added with a sly grin, “we build a robot together that’ll really show these guys what’s up.”

Lucas’s face lit up, and he glanced up at Bucky. “Can we, Mr. Metal Mop? Can we come back?”

Bucky glanced around at his friends, seeing the hopeful and genuinely fond expressions on their faces. He couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, kid, we can come back.”

Lucas grinned and looked back at the Avengers. “Cool. But next time, bring the Hulk. I wanna see if he’s really that green, or if he’s just been eating too many vegetables.”

The room erupted in laughter again, and Bucky shook his head, placing a hand on Lucas’s shoulder as they walked out.

“Yeah, you’re definitely one of us now, kid,” Clint called out. “Just don’t teach us all your secrets, okay?”

Lucas shot him a cheeky grin. “No promises, Sparkeye.”

With one last round of laughter, Bucky and Lucas left the room, the sound of their new friends’ chuckles echoing down the hall.

“See? I told you they’d like you,” Bucky murmured.

Lucas glanced up at him, a proud smile on his face. “I guess you don’t totally suck, Mr. Metal Mop.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to saying that,” Bucky muttered, but he couldn’t hide his grin.

The two of them continued down the hall, and as they turned the corner, Bucky knew one thing for sure—Lucas had definitely found a home with the Avengers.

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celaenaeiln · 1 year ago

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Robin Dick Grayson Characterization

I'm not sure how or where this started but there's been a rampant misunderstanding of Dick Grayson as Robin.

For some reason there have been posts upon posts that dick was some kind of angry robin and I don't know where this is coming from because in every single comic Dick is said to be the happy one. It seems to be a Covid craze because such defamation was not even in existance before 2020. Every one of the comics - Justice League, Batman, Detective Comics, Nightwing Comics, Jason's comics, Tim's comics, all of them! Talk about Dick being the happiest of the robins.

Some people say that he wanted to avenge his parents death by killing Tony Zucco. However Dick could never do that. John and Mary raised their son better than that.

Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight Issue #100

Where do you see a raging blood-soaked boy fanon makes him out to be?

The biggest supporter of happy Dick comes from Alfred so if you're going around claiming Dick was angry, you're literally spitting on his grave because Alfred ADORED Dick. He thought of Dick as the sole reason for Bruce's happiness which made him love Dick even more.

Alfred is Dick's biggest advocator. When Bruce is hesitant in his initial days of Robin - Alfred says