#Tony stark x avenger!reader

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Caught In A Web ~ The Child(ren)

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: After a mission doesn't go as planned, you and Tony find out some news.

Warning(s): injuries, panicking, pregnancy, miscarriage, birth

Notes: SHOUT OUT TO @carellmcu! Couldn't have gotten this out without you! There is actually going to be ONE MORE chapter of this series! We're not done yet! I hope y'all enjoy it! Please share your reactions!

This was the eighth morning in a row that you had woken up and rushed to the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet in time before you were throwing up. The soft padding of feet came up from behind you. A gentle, calloused hand rested against your back and began rubbing in small circles.

“Honey,” Tony’s concern was clear, “we need to get you to a doctor.”

“I’m fine,” you coughed. “Just a bug.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I think you should skip out on the mission with Barnes today, and we go to the med-bay to see what’s up.”

You sighed, leaning back against him. “I’m fine, Tony. I’ll take some meds. The mission isn’t that big of a deal, anyway. We’re just scoping out an empty facility.” You lifted your arms. “Help me up, please?”

Tony took your arms and pulled you up before gently turning you around. “I don’t think you so go.”

“I’ll be fine. You can be on comms the entire time. We’ll call for help if needed.” You went in for a kiss, and Tony pulled away.

“Not a chance until you clean your mouth.”

You laughed. “But I’m your wife!”

“Doesn’t matter. Germs!”

~~~

“So far, the coast is clear,” Bucky stated as the two of you walked the darkened cement hallways of the empty facility. Bucky was leading the way, gun at the ready.

“It better stay that way,” you replied. “I promised Tony this would be easy.”

“Oh, yeah, I got an earful from him before leaving. He said you aren’t feeling well.”

“I’m fine. It’s just been in the mornings for the last week.”

“Mornings, huh?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Just… have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?”

“No…”

Bucky shrugged as he turned the next corner. “Maybe you should.”

Your hand rested against your stomach, nerves growing at the thought of possibly carrying Tony’s child. Lowering your guard, you failed to notice the trip wire in the room you entered. You tripped over it, and a quick beeping started.

“Get down!” Bucky shouted. 

He leaped on top of you, throwing you to the floor as the building began to collapse around you. Hitting your head on the concrete, you got knocked out as Bucky tried to protect you from the collapsing building around you. With the building stopped moving, the two of you were buried deep beneath the concrete. Bucky groaned as he moved off of you the best he could.

“Y/N,” he called, gently shaking you. “Y/N, wake up.” Bucky placed his hands gently on your head, only to feel a warm liquid. He pulled his flesh hand away to see blood. “Shit.” He immediately began scanning for other injuries as the concrete shifted. Bucky leaned over your abdomen as a large piece of concrete fell on your legs. “Damn it!” His hand came up and tapped the comms device in his ear three times. “Stay with me, Y/N. Helps going to come.”

You groaned. “Bucky…”

“There you are. Stay with me, doll. Tony’s already going to be pissed.”

“I— AH!” You screamed as the pain hit you.

“I’m going to try to move the concrete. Hang on.”

“No, no! Don’t move it! It will only make it worse! And we… we don’t have a lot of air in the hole. We have to be careful.”

~~~

“I knew something was going to go wrong!” Tony fretted as he paced the quinjet. 

Bruce, Vision, Wanda, Sam, Natasha, and Steve had joined him. Bruce and Natasha were readying the medical supplies while Sam was piloting and Steve was watching over Tony. Vision and Wanda were sitting nearby, observing everything.

“Bucky and Y/N are capable,” Steve tried to remain calm. “They just need some help. They will be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” Tony yelled. 

“We’re coming up on the facility,” Sam informed. “You guys may want to see this.”

Tony punched the button that opened the ramp, and the group looked down at the facility. It was destroyed, a thick layer of dust filling the air.

“Someone, see if you can get a hold of either of them!” Steve ordered. “Tony, wait—“

But it was too late. Tony threw himself out of the quinjet and flew around the facility. FRIDAY immediately started scanning the area, sending the feed to the quinjet.

“Vision, Wanda, and Sam join Tony in the air!” Steve continued. The three were quickly out of the quinjet. “Natasha? Can you get a connection?”

“I’m trying,” she responded, working frantically on one of the computers. “Barnes? Y/N? Come in?”

“Romanoff,” Barnes coughed through the comms. “We’re under the rubble… Almost out of air… Y/N’s unconscious.

“I’ve got a location!” Tony announced over the comms. “Maximoff, I need you to move this cement carefully.”

“On my way,” Wanda replied.

Natasha, Bruce, and Steve watched from the open quinjet as Wanda used her powers to safely remove the cement. Eventually, Bucky and you were visible. Tony was flying down there before anyone could stop him, Sam close behind.

“I tried, Stark,” Bucky wheezed. “I couldn’t keep her awake…”

“You did your best, Buck,” Sam comforted, knowing that Tony’s full focus was on you.

Tony’s eyes scanned you, noting the cracked head and broken legs and the blood. He carefully picked you up and flew you to the quinjet.

“Get her on the stretcher,” Bruce ordered. 

Tony set you down as the others entered the quinjet. Sam rushed up to the cockpit and got the quinjet moving. Steve gripped Tony’s shoulder and tugged him back.

“Give Bruce and Nat some space,” Steve urged.

“She’s my wife!” Tony argued.

“Where’s this blood coming from?” Bruce mumbled as he and Natasha tried to stabilize you. “It’s not coming from her legs or her head.”

“Barnes, Rogers, keep Tony back,” Natasha demanded.

“What? No!” Tony tried to lung toward you, but Steve and Bucky were quick to grab him.

“Wanda, do something to prevent Tony from seeing or hearing us.”

“What?” Wanda questioned.

“Do it!”

With a flick of her wrist, Tony went unconscious, body going limp between the two super soldiers.

“What is going on, Nat?” Steve asked.

“The blood…” She whispered. “It’s coming from between her legs.”

“FRIDAY,” Bruce called. “I need a quick scan of Y/N. All the damages and prognoses.”

Everyone waited in silence for FRIDAY to respond.

“Mrs. Stark has lost a lot of blood,” the AI started. “She needs staples for the laceration on her head. Both of her legs are broken in multiple places… And it seems that Mrs. Stark is having a miscarriage.”

Bucky’s metal hand went through one of the computer screens. Wanda and Vision held each other while Bruce tried to keep the big guy calm. 

“Sam, get us to Wakanda,” Steve ordered. “Y/N needs the best care possible.”

~~~

You couldn’t tell if you were in pain or you were numb. It was a weird feeling, something that you didn’t like. As you blinked, you realized you were in a dim room in a glass case. Looking around, you could see Tony in the chair beside the case. He was hunched over, head in his hands.

“Tony,” you rasped, moving your hand against the glass.

Tony’s head snapped up, revealing his swollen, red eyes. “Y/N,” he breathed out. He dragged the chair closer.

“Where are we?”

“Wakanda. Shuri’s lab.”

“Why?” You could see Tony’s eyes swelling with tears.

“The facility you and Barnes were in collapsed. You broke your head open, and both your legs broke. You… you lost a lot of blood…” You looked down at your legs. You couldn’t feel them, but they looked fine. “Shuri performed surgery on your legs as soon as you arrived. You should be fully back to normal in about a month, she said.”

“Okay…” You had a feeling that none of this was why he was crying. “What else happened, Tony?”

“You…” He shook his head. “God, I should have made you go to the med-bay. I should have dragged you down myself.” His watery eyes met yours. “Y/N, honey, you were pregnant.”

You gasped. “Were?” Tears slipped down your face before you could realize it.

“You had a miscarriage… I’m so sorry, honey.”

You began sobbing. Tony stood up, pressing his hands against the glass case that separated the two of you. You were too caught up in your own world to hear him shouting at someone to get you out of there. You were gasping for air as black shrouded the edges of your vision. You failed to notice the case open and Tony holding you.

“I’ve got you… I’ve got you…” He whispered, trying to ground you.

The Team watched from the balcony above as you sobbed into Tony. 

~~~

Shuri placed you on bed rest for two weeks before physical therapy would start. She let Tony and the others take you home and said that she would be regularly checking in and sending a team for physical therapy when it was time. 

Steve benched you and Tony as well as Bucky. Bucky was struggling with the fact that he couldn’t do anything more to help you and save your unborn child. Everyone had told him it wasn’t his fault, but he was still taking it hard. You were practically his sister, and he always sought to protect you. Besides Tony, Bucky was at your side the most. You mostly slept or remained quiet, trying to process everything. There were rare moments when you were alone that you let yourself break down. Eventually, Tony caught you in the midst of one of your breakdowns.

“Honey,” he came over and wrapped you up in his arms. 

“It’s all my fault,” you cried. “I should have listened to you, Tony… I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, stop that, please.” He pulled away and cradled your head in his hands. “No one is blaming you. You didn’t know. No one knew.”

“And… you still love me?”

“Nothing could ever stop me from loving you, dear.”

~~~

As the months went on, you healed physically thanks to Shuri, but the mental and emotional healing was still a work in process. Tony and you had pulled yourselves off missions for the time being, focusing on each other and the projects in the lab.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky greeted as he came into the lab. 

“Hey, Buck!” You greeted. “Here for an arm tune-up?”

Bucky chuckled. “I guess.” He sat down in his normal chair, allowing you time to gather the needed supplies before going to him. Bucky watched you carefully as you worked on his arm. “Are you… How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you shot him a smile.

“How are you doing for real, doll?”

You sighed. “I’m fine, Bucky… good moments and bad moments.”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“I know you’re still blaming yourself. You need to stop.”

“If I would have just noticed the tripwire—“

“Stop it. Tony and I do not blame you for any of what happened.”

“You should.”

“Bucky, I’m serious. Shuri actually told us that if you hadn’t shielded me, I might have died. So what you actually did was save me. I technically owe you my life.”

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat, doll. You know that.”

“I know… and one day, when Tony and I have a kid, you’re going to be the best uncle to it.”

“Uncle Bucky?”

“Uncle Bucky.”

~~~

“Sweetheart,” Tony said from across the dinner table. 

Your brows pinched together at his nervousness. “Yes, Tony?”

“I’ve been thinking… It’s been a few months since the accident, and if you’re not ready, that’s okay, but I was wondering if we could try for a kid?”

“You want to?”

“If you want to.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I do.”

~~~

It was a little over a year from the accident when you walked out of the med-bay with a smile on your face and a secret. You quickly went to the store, having a plan in place to tell your husband and teammates the news.

You were grateful that Tony was alone in the lab. You came in holding a small gift bag.

“Hey, tin-man,” you greeted, “you busy?”

“Never too busy for my wife.” He wiped his hands on his pants as he turned around. His brow rose at the sight of the gift bag. “What’s that?”

“Open it.” You handed it to him.

“Okay…?” With caution, Tony pulled the tissue paper from the gift bag and looked inside. “A t-shirt?”

“Pull out the t-shirt, Tony!”

Tony pulled out the shirt and froze at the words on the front of it. In his signature Iron Man colors, the shirt read: IRON DAD.

“Are… are you serious?” Tony stammered, staring at the shirt. 

“Very,” you smiled.

The shirt got thrown to the side, and Tony launched himself at you. You laughed as he held you tightly. You could feel his tears as he buried his head into your neck. 

“I love you so much, honey,” he told you. “I’m so happy right now.”

“Me, too,” you responded.

~~~

Your teammates were informed a few weeks later with t-shirts saying SUPER UNCLE or SUPER AUNT. They were all so excited and promised to do anything they could to help out with the pregnancy and when the babies came. 

It was another few weeks when your doctor broke some news to you.

“Twins?” You repeated. “I’m pregnant with twins?”

“Yes,” your doctor smiled. 

Tony’s hand slid over your growing stomach. “There’s two babies in here?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

“That’s… wow… that’s… honey, your body is amazing.”

“I can’t believe we’re having twins,” you mumbled.

~~~

Tony was anxious for the twins to arrive and was extremely grateful for his teammates for being willing to step up so that Tony’s focus could solely be on you. You were anxious, too, especially at the nagging thought of your powers. Were they affecting the babies? Would the babies have complications or powers because of you?

You were caught up in your spiraling thoughts, hands over your belly, as you stared out to the New York skyline. Tony exited the elevator with a soft smile as he saw you standing there. He quietly came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You jumped a little as he kissed your neck.

“You okay?” Tony asked, noticing that something was off.

“I’m worried,” you admitted quietly.

“About what? Is something wrong with the babies?”

“My powers… I’m scared of how they can be—how they are affecting the babies.”

“The doctor hasn’t seen anything concerning. Neither has FRIDAY nor Bruce.”

“Yes, but we don’t know everything. I’ve been doing some research, and there are tests—“

“No. I am not risking you or the babies to run some tests that don’t matter.”

You pulled away from Tony and turned to face him. “These tests do matter! What if my powers are negatively affecting the babies? What if I cause something that risks their lives? What if—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tony’s hands came up to your arms, rubbing up and down. “Will any of what these tests say affect our love for these babies?”

“No…”

“We will love these babies no matter what. The Team will love these babies. Nothing will change the fact that these babies will be the most loved and cared-for babies in the entire world. Okay?”

“Okay.” You sighed, leaning into him. “Thank you for calming me down.”

“Yeah, well, it was about time your anxiety got the best of you instead of mine.”

~~~

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be on bed rest?” Bucky asked as he followed you into the common room of the Compound. “These babies can come at any moment.”

“I can get myself some water, Bucky,” you responded, waving him off as you hobbled into the kitchen. 

“Yes, but I’m saying that you don’t have to.”

“You’re as bad as Tony.” You grabbed a cup and filled it up.

“Yeah, well—“

“Ah!” You gasped, the glass breaking in the sink. Your hands went to your stomach.

“Y/N!” Bucky rushed to your side. “What’s going on?”

“Get—Get Tony! It’s time!”

“Oh my gosh! Okay, okay! I’ve got you!” He easily picked you up.

“I—I need—Tony!”

“FRIDAY! Get Tony down to the med bay. The babies are coming!”

“Did I just hear that babies are coming?” Steve questioned, rushing over.

“AH!” You screamed again as another contraction hit you. 

“Yes!” Bucky replied. “And they do not want to wait any longer!”

“Then let’s go!” Steve said. 

The two men ran down to the med bay, where the others had already gathered. Tony ran up to Bucky and you.

“I’m here, honey,” he said, wiping the sweat forming on your forehead. “I’m right here.”

“Tony,” you whimpered.

“Let’s get her prepped for a c-section,” your doctor stated, abed being wheeled out to you.

Bucky set you down on the bed. Tony grabbed your hand as the doctor, and nurses pushed you back into the room.

~~~

Tony had a lopsided grin on his face as he returned to the waiting room to see his teammates. They all stood up at the sight of him.

“They’re beautiful,” he told them. “They’re here and they’re beautiful. Y/N’s resting, and so are the babies.”

“What are their genders? And their names?” Bucky asked.

“There’s a girl. We named her Jamie Marie Stark.”

“What?”

“Wow, Buck,” Steve smiled as he prevented Bucky from failing over.

“And there’s a boy,” Tony continued. “Peter Howard Stark.”

“Those are perfect, Tony,” Wanda commented.

“They’re perfect… And Y/N… she did amazing… The c-section is a long healing process, so—“

“We’ll help in whatever way you need us to,” Natasha offered. “We’re all family here.”

“Family,” Tony sighed with a smile. “Yes, we are.”

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Night Changes

Fandom: MCU Avengers

Pairing(s): Tony Stark/Iron Man x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Tony doesn’t want to be alone. So, he decides to show up at your quarters. You allow him in. One thing leads to another and suddenly the friendship status changes overnight.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned by Stan Lee, Marvel Comics, the writers, producers, and directors of the films. I am simply borrowing them for this Fanfic.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. ✨✨✨✨-Indications of a time skip.

Warning(s): Out character Moments? Alcohol consumption. Implied smut. Open ending?

Word Count: 738

A soft knock on your door pulled your attention from your TV. You glanced to the alarm clock that sat on the table next to the couch. The red numbers on the clock read twelve minutes after midnight. You paused your movie and made your way to the door. When you opened the door you were slightly surprised to see Tony standing in front of you. He looked tired, but you could tell he wasn’t ready for sleep.

“What’s up?” You asked him. “Don’t want to be alone right now. Can I come in?” Tony said. You smiled and stepped aside to let him in. “Rough night?” You asked him. “Sort of.” Tony said as he plopped on the couch. You walked to your mini fridge to grab him a drink. You handed him the drink before taking a seat next to him. You pressed play and turned your attention back to the TV. Tony made himself comfortable and decided to watch the movie with you.

At some point you had moved closer to him and snuggled up into his side. Tony smiled and put his arm around you, pulling you a lot closer to him. Before the next movie played you pulled yourself away from Tony to grab more drinks. A few drinks turned into several drinks, followed by tons of stories, and lots of laughter.

✨✨✨✨

You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes. Your head was currently pounding. You rolled over on to your back, splaying your arms out. You froze when your left arm hit something solid. You slowly turned your head to glance to your left side. “Oh, boy.” You whispered as you realized what you hit was Tony. He was laying on his stomach, his face towards the wall. You began to sit up slowly, lifting the covers to look under them. Once you fully sat up you let the covers fall down. Through the pain in your head you tried your best to remember the events of last night.

“We drank, we talked...” You glanced over to Tony. “Then we got intimate.” You whispered. When you tried to get out of bed Tony stopped you. “Morning, sweetheart.” He spoke softly. You couldn’t help but smile at his morning face and messed up hair. “Hey.” You said. “You remember last night, right?” He asked gently. “I do. Most of it.” You said. “Do you regret it?” Tony sat up beside you as he asked the question. You looked from Tony to your hands. Silence fell over the two of you for at least five minutes.

“My head may hurt from all the drinks. But, I don’t regret it. Do you regret it?” You asked him. “No. To be honest, I tried my hardest to put all of how I felt into my actions last night.” Tony gently took your chin into his hand, turning your eyes to him. “I’ve had feelings for you, for the longest time. It wasn’t until last night that I realized those feelings were true. Though, I didn’t expect to express my feelings the way I did, but I’m glad it happened.” Tony said before pulling you into a gentle kiss. When you pulled away, you gently got up to take medication for the headache. Tony sat on the bed silently watching you.

“So, after last night, what are we to each other?” You asked as you took a seat on the foot of your bed. The clothes you had picked for the day sitting beside you. “I’d like to say we’re more than teammates, and more than friends. That’s if you’re okay with that?” Tony asked as he finally got out of the bed. Pulling his boxers on. “I’d love that.” You told him. “How do you think the team will handle this development?” You asked nervously. “Well, I believe they will handle it just fine.” Tony took a seat beside you. He gave you a reassuring smile as he held your hand in his. “You should probably get dressed before we walk out of here.” He told you in a teasing tone. “Nah, I’ll just walk out in my birthday suit. Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.” You joked as you stood up to put your clothes on. Tony watched your every move. Heart swelling with pride and love as he did. “Plus, you’re one to talk. All you’ve got on are your boxers.” You teased him.

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Gunfire exploded all around me. 

Tony and I were outnumbered twenty to one. In my experience, that’s the most fair odds these guys were going to get. We stood at the top of a massive wooden, spiral stairwell on a small landing. Bullets splintered the wood all around us, I felt tiny lacerations in my cheeks and the exposed skin on my arms. Gritting my teeth, I raised my arms and looked at Tony. He caught my eye and nodded. 

He lifted his arms and a high pitched whine filled the air as he shot two light beams from the metal palms on his hands. I moved my fingers in the air, the light beams breaking from their straight path and following my guidance. The beams spiraled down the staircase, snaking through each of the gunmen one by one. They dropped like flies. It was almost too easy.

Once it had clicked that I could manipulate light and energy, just not create it, there was a general consensus that Tony and I would be paired for every mission possible. It just worked. 

We’d cleared the men out of our immediate line of sight, but experience taught me that didn’t mean anything. 

“Dozen more, about ten flights below, headed our way. Giddyup, kid.” Tony briefed me on the intelligence he undoubtedly just got from his suit. 

Just as I began to climb on the bannister, a small explosion rocked us backwards. I landed flat on my back on the hard ground, the wind fully knocked out of me. I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes, rolling to look for Tony. He’d been pushed back, but the thrusters on his boots kicked in and kept him upright. His helmet, however, had been blown completely off. Dark hair, tousled. Eyes, vaguely irritated. The only person I know who would look vaguely irritated after nearly getting their head blown off. He held a metal hand out to me, pulling me to my feet. 

Tony, Iron Man, flew over the bannister and hovered just below the railing. I boosted myself onto the railing and dropped onto his shoulders, my thighs on either side of his now exposed neck. We descended slowly down the middle of the staircase, both of our arms raised in preparation for attack. 

Both of us were on high alert, now having lost the luxury of FRIDAY in Tony’s ear. I could already hear Cap’s “I told you so” when we got back for the briefing. He was a huge proponent of self-sufficiency and not being reliant on technology. Most of the time we’d just give him shit because he was a tech-averse old man, but in this case, he was right. 

I closed my eyes and focused on the energy in the room. I felt my hearing perk up as I honed in on the sound waves around us. The hum of Tony’s suit. The sound of my heartbeat. The burning of the thrusters. The light shuffle of combat boots on sawdust. 

“Tony. Ten o’clock. Now.” 

He raised his hands and fired. Moving my hands fluidly, I sent the beam around the staircase below us, hearing satisfying yells as the men were all taken out. We descended more rapidly now that any cover was blown. I pulled my hands toward my body and spread my palms flat in the air, the blue beam of light coming close to us and flattening into a translucent shield. 

Tony fired a few more times from behind the shield, taking out any stragglers. When we approached the bottom of the staircase, I dropped my hands, letting the shield down. 

“I told you not to call me kid.” I knotted my fingers in Tony’s hair, conveniently right between my legs, and tugged. 

“Ow, okay, don’t take it out on my abnormally full head of hair.” His boots touched down gently on the ground. Instead of hopping off of his shoulders, I decided to have a little fun in honor of another successful mission. I pinched the tip of my glove between my teeth and slid my hand out. Reaching around to the front of his face, I cupped Tony’s jaw, stubble pricking the palm of my hand. My thumb ran along his lower lip, instantly relaxing when he felt my touch. I tugged down, parting his lips. His tongue slid over the tip of my thumb before gently biting down. 

“Having flashbacks, already?” He dropped his right shoulder, sliding me off and into a bridal style carry. 

“I was going to call it a vision of the future.” I brought my hand to my own mouth and licked the outline of my thumb. 

He let out a low whistle as he gently deposited me on my feet. Pressing a thumb to his ear, he spoke into our comms system. 

“Dream team, ready for extraction, make it snappy. I’ve got business waiting for me.” His eyes never left mine. 

“Copy that, Mr. Stark. The Quinjet will be at the extraction point in t-30 seconds.”

We stepped outside the building just as the wind from the jet began to pick up. Leaves swirled around us and I held a hand up to cover my eyes from the dust. Trekking up the ramp, we were greeted with a familiar voice. 

“Excellent work, you two.” Nick Fury stood at the helm of the ship, Maria in the cockpit as our pilot. 

“Not that I don’t always love to see your face, Captain Hook, but why exactly are you here? I do recall inventing a groundbreaking software that made these things fully autonomous, say uh, last month.” Tony’s irritation was only mildly apparent as the suit disassembled around him. 

“Well, you see, it’s come to our attention that some members of the team, and I’m not gonna name names, can’t be trusted to be alone on a Quinjet without…Maria, what are the words I’m looking for?” 

“Without screwing each other’s brains out, sir.” She called from the cockpit. 

My cheeks flushed but I couldn’t help but grin. Tony raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, since when is it a crime to take care of my personal matters in my personal property? Also, correct me if I’m wrong,” He turned to me. “But, didn’t we just successfully collect all the intelligence we were sent in to get, with zero casualties and a total mission time of 47 minutes?” 

“46 minutes and 38 seconds.” I smirked, pulling two zip drives from the pouch on the side of my suit. 

“Mr. Stark, while we’re ever so grateful for your donation of the fleet,” Fury’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “They are, actually, SHIELD property. As with all SHIELD property, they are fully equipped with a comprehensive audio-visual system for security and training purposes. In other words, every single goddamn thing done or said in one of these is broadcast to our mission control and intelligence room and all 50 agents inside of it.” His voice had raised by the end of the sentence. 

I chewed on my lower lip to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tony, I could tell he felt equally as shameless. 

“Well, that would have been prudent to mention in the briefing.” 

“You think we have to tell any of the other Avengers not to fuck in the Quinjet?” Fury asked incredulously. 

“Cap and Barnes? Romanoff and Banner? I feel targeted, personally.” He strode over to the small fridge and tossed me a water. 

“Likewise,” I sat in one of the large bucket seats at the front of the jet. “I’m feeling very violated by my employer. I think I’m going to need to speak to human resources.” 

“Your concerns are very serious, why don’t you come to my office when we get back and we can address them expeditiously.” Tony sat across from me. 

“I think that’s best.” I winked. 

“Good God almighty, you’re like motherfuckin’ rabbits. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, my ass.” Fury sat down next to Maria, who was failing to fight a grin. 

When we landed at the compound, I could feel eyes on Tony and I from every side as we crossed the tarmac towards the equipment room. 

“Should I feel embarrassed?” I said, under my breath as we walked along. 

“Eh, you get used to it.” He shrugged. “Believe it or not, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally made a sex tape.”

“I know.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How do you think I knew you’d like it when I-” 

“Briefing in fifteen, upstairs. Get your suits to the equipment team for repairs beforehand.” Fury interrupted. “Don’t be late.” 

The door slid shut behind him, leaving us standing in the expanse locker room, decorated with the most advanced superhero garb modern technology can create. 

“Fifteen minutes?” I grinned, lifting my hair off of my neck so Tony could unzip me. 

“Ten more than I need.”

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Sick Day with Dad Father!Bruce Banner x Sick!Daughter!reader💕

Dr. Steven Strange Avengers Together

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms in Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Natasha: *before a mission* Who’s turn is it to give a pep talk?

Steve: *sighs* Y/N’s…

Y/N: *stands dramatically on the table* All right, people, let’s fuck shit up out there and not die!

Tony: *wipes away a fake tear* So inspirational

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Caught In A Web ~ The Wedding

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,380ish

Summary: Tony spirals after an unwanted conversation. You and Tony get married.

Notes: I'm sorry that this has taken so long! I hope you enjoy it! There's only going to be one more one-shot for this series after this.

In true Tony fashion, an engagement party was thrown as soon as possible before the wedding planning started. You since you had moved into Tony’s floor a while back, and your old floor turned into the wedding headquarters. Wedding planning immediately became Tony’s number one project.

“Tony,” you yawned as you walked out of the elevator. “Tony?” You found him hunched over the table, working with a hologram of the wedding venue. “Tony.” You placed a hand on his back, causing him to jump.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, hand going over his heart. “Geez, you scared me.”

You gave him an unpleased look. “Come to bed… please.”

“It's not bedtime. It’s—“

“Unfortunately, Boss,” FRIDAY interrupted, "it's well after midnight.”

“Well, shit.” He fully turned to face you. “I’m so sorry, honey. I was working on the decorations and the flowers and lost track of time.”

“You know,” you sighed, looping your arms around his neck, “I’m supposed to be the bridezilla.”

“I’m sorry. I can step back."

“No, you can’t.” Tony’s hands found your hips and pulled you to stand between his legs. “It’s one of the reasons I love you, but it’s also one of the reasons neither of us is getting much sleep. You know that I struggle to sleep without you anymore.”

“Then let’s go to bed.” As he stood up, he kissed the tip of your nose. “We can sleep in.”

“We have a Team meeting.”

“FRIDAY? In the morning, inform the Team that Y/N and I will not be attending. We have sleep and cuddles to catch up on.”

~~~

Tony was glad that you were out of the Tower when FRIDAY informed him of who was waiting in his office for him. He threw the door open as he entered, not caring if he scared the unwelcome guest. Pepper jumped slightly from where she was standing at the windows, turning towards the door.

“Tony—“

“What the hell are you doing here, Pepper?” Tony folded his arms over his chest and stayed near the door. 

“Nice to see you too, Tony,” she smiled.

“Just answer the question.”

“I heard about your engagement. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“I can only hope that you can be a better husband than you would have to me.”

“If coming here to belittle me is all you wanted to do, I’m going to need you to leave.”

“My apologies, I didn't mean to belittle you. All I’m saying is that I hope you don’t go about ruining the whole thing. You’re not exactly husband material.”

“Goodbye, Pepper.” Tony turned away, about ready to head out.

“I hope you don’t screw this up. And if you do, Tony, I’m always here waiting.”

Tony stormed out of the office. He called down to security to get Pepper out of the building and to make sure she was never let in again. He went straight back to wedding planning, needing to throw himself into a project. Though he tried, Pepper’s words sank in and began to take root. 

What if he wasn't husband material? Would you stick it out, or would you leave him? How quickly could he mess this up? Tony couldn’t lose you; it might actually kill him. Tony needed to make sure that this wedding was perfect. To make sure it was perfect for you. To show you how much he would do for you.

~~~

Tony had been acting strange and was hidden on your old floor for the majority of the day. It didn't bother you too much as you were helping Bruce with a project and had training with Natasha. But when dinner rolled around and Tony didn’t appear, you knew you needed to go retrieve him.

“Tony,” you called, looking around for him as you exited the elevator. “Tony? It’s dinner time.” You huffed when you couldn’t find him. “FRIDAY? Where is he?”

“Boss is currently in one of the bedrooms down the hall,” FRIDAY responded.

You headed down the hall. The faint sound of music drew you towards the last bedroom. You opened it to see Tony working on some sort of light fixture. The music allowed Tony to be unable to hear you enter. 

“FRIDAY, mute," you ordered. The music quickly stopped.

“Hey, FRI! I didn’t—“ Tony’s complaint died when he saw you standing at the door. “Oh, hey, honey!”

“You're missing dinner.”

“Yeah, I’m not hungry. I’ve got to finish these light fixtures for the dance floor.”

“Dance floor?” You stepped into the room further, examining some blueprints lying on the floor. 

“Yeah, our wedding is going to be the event of the year.”

“And if I just want it to be a small gathering with our friends?”

“Well, of course, our guest list will be small, but everyone will be vying to be there.”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Can you just pause long enough to eat dinner with me? You need to get off this floor. Besides, you never told me about the meeting you had this morning.”

Tony froze briefly before quickly setting his tools down and coming over to you. “On second thought, I’m hungry.” His arm slipped around your waist as he led you to the elevator. You made a note of how quickly Tony changed the subject. “We’ll have dinner and then go over the guest list."

~~~

You were successful a few more times, pulling Tony from the wedding planning. But, eventually, Tony began spending more time planning the wedding than with you. You tried to get in on the wedding planning more, but he gave you a small list for you to do and told you not to worry about the rest. The fact that Tony was taking over the wedding planning wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that he was clearly growing anxious and was refusing to say that anything was wrong. He wasn’t coming to bed, wasn’t making time for date nights, and you could rarely get him to eat anything more than coffee.

You were beginning to grow anxious and question everything. Was your relationship just for show? Was Tony focused so much on the wedding because he was regretting all of this?

The Team began to watch as the two of you slowly unraveled without each other. They had hoped that the two of you would stop doing this by now, but it was inevitable with both of your personalities—especially Tony’s. They couldn't get any information out of either of you, which only made everything worse. Wanda and Natasha hoped that they could pull some information out of you today while you were dress shopping.

“What about this one?” Wanda wondered, pulling a dress off of the rack.

“That’s fine,” you replied with a shrug.

“You know, you are supposed to be a bit more excited about this,” Natasha said, eyeing you from where she was sipping champagne on the couch. 

Natasha had made sure that this dress shop was reserved for just the three of you for the day, not wanting anyone to get in the way. She also made sure the windows were blacked out and that the staff signed NDA’s so that your dress choices didn't get out to the public.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“When was the last time you and Tony had some time together, away from wedding planning?” Wanda asked.

“Basically, not since the proposal. He’s been busy, wanting to make sure that everything is perfect.”

“It’s your wedding, too,” Natasha said. You stayed quiet, examining a few more dresses. Natasha sighed. “So, how many dresses are we looking for today?”

“Two. One for the ceremony and one for the reception.”

“Great!” Wanda exclaimed, a few dresses thrown over her arms. “Let's get started.”

Wanda and Natasha did a great job at getting you laughing and smiling as you tried on dress after dress. None of you were in any hurry, allowing you to have fun with it. You eventually found one that you loved. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, gently touching the dress. Tears sprung in your eyes.

“Oh, sweetie,” Wanda came up behind you. “It’s beautiful.”

“No, it’s—well, yes, the dress is beautiful," your voice was trembling as you spoke, tears slipping down your cheeks. “That's not why I’m crying.” You looked up as you tried to calm yourself.

“Talk to us,” Natasha urged, sitting on the edge of the couch.

“I… I’m… scared… No, scratch that, I'm terrified… I’m terrified that Tony is more into planning this wedding than he is into me… I’m terrified that he’s so anxious because he’s second-guessing marrying me… I’m terrified that the wedding day will come, and he will realize that he could do so much better than me.”

“Impossible," Wanda said, shaking her head as she stepped onto the pedestal. She quickly pulled you into her arms and let you cry.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to Stark,” Natasha argued. "He's just being an idiot, yet again.”

“He hasn't been the same since he had a meeting a few weeks ago,” you explained through the tears. “He wouldn't ever tell me who the meeting was with. What if he’s cheating on me?”

“If he is stupid enough to cheat on you, I’ll kill him myself.” Natasha pulled her phone out. “I’ll be back.” She slipped into the back room and called Bucky.

“Romanoff!” He greeted. “I thought you were supposed to be helping Y/N pick out a wedding dress? Why are you calling?”

“Y/N is in tears. We need to get to the bottom of Tony’s current anxiety spiral.”

“What can I do to help?”

“Use FRIDAY to pull up who Tony met with a few weeks back. Y/N is saying he had a meeting and won't talk to her about it.”

“I’m on it. You want me to call you with the information or wait until you get back?”

“Wait, unless you want to handle it yourself.”

“Oh, I can handle it.”

~~~

Bucky was fuming. FRIDAY wouldn’t let him access the tapes for Tony’s mysterious meeting, but he did uncover one name: Pepper Potts. Before Bucky could fully think it through, he was storming onto the wedding planning floor in search of Tony. 

“Oh, hey, Barnes, what—HEY!” 

Bucky gripped Tony by his shirt and slammed the man up against the wall. “Did you cheat on her?” Bucky accused through gritted teeth.

“What?! How could you—"

“Did you cheat on Y/N with Pepper?!”

“No! Never!”

“Then what happened in that secret meeting you had with her in your office?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

Bucky slammed him against the wall again. “Don't lie to me, Stark. I know ways to torture you that you would never be able to conjure up.”

“I'm not. I can show you. You just need to let me down.”

Bucky gave Tony another shove before letting him go. He glared at Tony as he watched the billionaire hurry and pull up the video-footage of the meeting. Bucky watched with a skeptical eye, studying everything about the footage for any sign that Tony was lying.

Tony sighed when the footage was over. “Believe me now?”

“You believe Pepper, don't you?” Bucky questioned, putting the pieces together. “That's why you've locked yourself on the floor and put all your effort into the wedding.”

“I have to make this perfect. I have to show Y/N--"

“You’re not showing her shit right now! Good husbands don't ignore their future wife, especially when it comes to planning their wedding!”

“I know, I know. I’m going to do better.”

“Yes, and you’re going to do it now. Today.”

~~~

Natasha and Wanda comforted you the best they could. Eventually, you were able to pick out two dresses that you loved. You could only pray that you’d get to use the dresses. The three of you walked out of the store to see Tony leaning up against his car, waiting.

“Tony?” you gasped. “What are you doing here?”

He pulled off his sunglasses and gave you a tight smile. “Don't worry, I didn’t peek. I just thought we needed a date.”

“A date?" You repeated, already feeling a lot better.

“Yeah. Just you and me."

You smiled. “Okay.” 

Tony held out his hand and pulled you over to the car. He helped you into the car, shutting the door before turning to the other women. “I got it from here.”

"You sure?” Natasha questioned. 

“Positive. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Yeah, well, maybe stop being stupid.”

“Can’t promise that." He winked at the two before going around and slipping into the driver's seat.

“Where are we going?”

“It's a surprise.” He reached over and took ahold of your hand. You quickly held his hand between both of yours.

The two of you were quiet as Tony drove you through the city. He pulled into a parking garage you didn’t recognize and quickly jogged around to open up your door, helping you out.

“Seriously, Tony, where are we?” you asked.

“I'm surprised you didn't recognize the building,” he commented with a chuckle. “Let’s go."

He led you by the hand to the elevator. The two of you were quiet all the way up it. When you reached the rooftop, you immediately recognized where he had brought you.

“This is our rooftop,” you whispered, looking around. An Iron Man suit was standing guard of a blanket and picnic basket, with lit candles and flower petals placed around the rooftop. 

“This is the place where we first met,” Tony said softly. "I thought it might be nice to go back to the beginning.”

“Tony—“

“I know that I have been a horrible fiancee.” He took hold of both of your hands. "And I'm going to do what I can to make it up to you. First things first, I need to be honest about that meeting a few weeks ago… It was with Pepper.”

“Pepper?” 

Tony could feel you begin to pull your hands away, but he held on tighter. “Yes. She came to tell me about how she believes that I will be a terrible husband. I took it to heart and thought I was doing what I could to prove her wrong. But I wasn’t, and that’s on me.”

"Why didn’t you come to me?”

“Because I didn't want you to see me the same way. I’m a man who makes mistakes, honey. I let my anxiety take control too often, and it ends up with consequences I can’t control. I know that I need to stop doing that with you. I’m going to work on it."

"We'll work on it together.”

Tony nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “The next thing is that I hired a wedding planner. We will still be making the decisions, but it will allow us to focus more on each other. It will allow me to focus more on you, just as I should.”

“Thank you, Tony.”

“For what?"

"For apologizing. For trying to make it better. You are constantly trying to become a better man. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“One?” Tony smirked, pulling you into him by the waist. “So there’s more?"

“Yes.”

“Care to tell me?”

“With time.” You leaned in and kissed him softly. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” The two of you kissed again, only breaking apart when Tony’s stomach made a loud growl. You both laughed. 

"I think you're hungry.”

“Maybe a little."

You took his hand and tugged him over to the blanket. “Let's enjoy this dinner you packed up. Then, maybe, we can swing around the city?"

“Sounds perfect.”

~~~

It was the morning of your wedding when you found yourself in your super suit, back on top of that same rooftop. You were sitting on the edge of the building, watching the sunrise. 

“You planning on running out on me?” Tony’s voice filtered through the suit that came to hover behind you.

“Not a chance,” you smirked.

“Well, Romanoff thought so. She almost sent the whole Team out to search for you.” The suit landed and Tony stepped out before coming to sit beside you. 

“That's what I get for sneaking out the day of my wedding.”

“I’ll admit, you did have me scared.”

“I’m sorry, Tony. I just needed some time alone before I never had another moment alone for the rest of the day.”

“I get it.” He nodded, focusing on the sunrise with you. “Just so I’m sure, you’re going to be walking down that aisle today, right?”

“Of course. As long as you’ll be at the end of it."

He took your hand and kissed the back of it, not caring that it was gloved. “I don’t plan on being anywhere else, honey. Care to take one last swing before we’re hitched?”

“I wouldn’t love anything more.”

~~~

“I think I'm more nervous than you," Bruce joked as he came to stand beside you. 

You slipped your arm through his, patting his arm as you did. “No need. You’ll do great. You’re just walking me down the aisle.”

“Yes, but I could trip or, worse, trip you.”

“You'll be fine, Bruce."

“Are you sure you don't want Bucky to do this? He's a lot more sturdy.”

“I choose you, Bruce. I trust you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek as the doors opened. “Besides, too late to back out now.”

The music started, and Bruce began guiding you down the aisle. Everyone was looking at you, but you were focused on Tony. He was smiling from ear to ear, eyes glistening with tears. You gripped your bouquet tighter as you smiled back. Tony was ready for you hand as soon as you were up there. You gave Bruce one last kiss on the cheek before handing Natasha your bouquet and standing in front of Tony.

Steve was performing the ceremony, but it was all a blur to you besides the vows.

“Y/N,” Tony breathed out, trying to keep it together. “My spidey-girl. You came swinging into my life at the perfect time. You spun a web around my heart, and I couldn’t be happier to be caught in it. Today, I vow to be your partner in all things. I promise to support you, whether it's in saving the world or in the mundane, everyday things. I promise to love you fiercely and to cherish you every day. I promise to listen, to learn, and to grow with you. Today and forever, I am yours, completely and unconditionally. I love you, sweetheart, and I can't wait for the rest of our lives.”

“Tony, it’s been a long road to get here, and I wouldn't change a thing. You changed my life. You gave me a family. You are my family. Today, I promise to stand by your side, through the triumphs and challenges of our lives. I promise to support you in all your endeavors, whether you’re saving the world or tinkering late into the night. I promise to love you with all I have. I promise to celebrate our successes and to learn from our failures. Tin-man, I love you and will always be your confidant and greatest admirer.”

Everyone cheered as Tony pulled you into him and kissed you hard. The photographer snapped pictures of the two of you and the bridal party, then the reception began. Tony couldn't take his hands off you, making it difficult for you to get into your second dress. Bucky had to hold Tony back long enough for Natasha to slip you away and into your second dress. Then Tony was back to constantly being attached to you. The party lasted long into the night, everyone enjoying themselves. Eventually, Tony and you peeled yourselves from the dance floor and slipped into the waiting limo. With a content tiredness, you leaned against Tony, allowing him to hold you close.

“Today was perfect, Tony,” you said quietly. “Thank you.”

“No, you were perfect today, spidey-girl,” he replied, kissing your head. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. We have a long flight before we start our world tour of a honeymoon.”

You laughed before letting yourself relax. “I love you, Tony.”

“I love you more.”

next chapter >

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s child

Tony Stark x child!reader

warnings: alcohol ment,

a/n: so i just really think that the concept of tony having the party kid as opposed to nerdy avenger kid would be a really cool idea to explore teehee. most of this does actually take place pre-avengers tho!!

prompt:

you we’re quite the exhausting kid

“is this really how it felt to raise me?” -tony

many of nights he’d find your bed empty, you’d snuck out to go have your fun as teenagers do

“yeah, boss, i imagine it was” -happy

you always showed back up in one piece (like him) and besides a little slap on the wrist you didn’t get much discipline

actually, it usually went like:

“so, where did you go off to last night?” -tony

“a party” -you

“really? didn’t want to loop me in before you snuck out…again?”

“last time i told you about a party you showed up!”

“uh—yeah, but it’s not like i went all dad on you and dragged you away or anything”

“yeah, you joined the party and offered to buy teenagers more booze”

“hey, they all loved you after that! and they couldn’t get enough of my classic dance moves” -tony, jokingly doing the sprinkler with one arm “but seriously, let me know next time”

“we’ll see about that” -you

^the above conversion went about the same every time

sometimes for entertainment purposes you’d try a little harder, throw a few pillows under the covers to make it look like you were still home to put a smile on tony’s face

“aw, y/n reminds me so much of me” -tony

tony was still partying at this point so you’d flip the script on him from time to time

“you were out late” -you

“what are you, a cop? leave me alone. actually, can you get me some aspirin and water?” -tony

“sure, one or two” -you

“make it three” -tony

he would nurse your occasional hangovers (what a great dad!)

okay, he didn’t always know when you were gone. he was busy a lot of the time with his own business and extracurriculars so you guys did just kinda do your own thing for certain stretches of time

honestly you could be a bit of a klepto in the best of ways

but only to tony and only for fun

“oh, great, where’s my car?” -tony

“which one?” -pepper

“the black one!” -tony

“be more specific” -pepper

“the only one missing from my garage!” -tony

“yeah, i know, just wanted to give you some more time to think about it” -pepper

“i changed the code on the lockbox like, five times this week. did they hotwire it?” -tony

“we are talking about your kid, right? pretty sure they just hacked it” -pepper

“i am…so proud” -tony

you MAY have gotten a few close calls with authorities, but nothing tony couldn’t handle

and up until tony’s accident, the phrase “you’re going to give me a heart attack” was silly and endearing

“you might actually give me a heart attack, y/n, give a guy some warning or just say please for god’s sake” -tony, now comes with an arc reactor in his chest

“sorry” -you

“what—huh—didn’t hear ya, wanna say that a little louder?” -tony, very sarcastically

i tell ya when he got that armor u couldn’t tell if u were gonna flip out at him or invite him to a party

or steal it for…you didn’t even know what

but tony was 3 steps ahead of you when all this came to be

and you weren’t very interested in weapons, still just parties and dumb fun for you

“dad, i dont wanna be a nerd, will you just let me go out?” -you

“come on! just help me in the lab a few hours, what’s it gonna hurt?” -tony

“my social status” -you

“might i remind you you’re a stark? i think you’ll live if you miss one party” -tony

“you’d be surprised” -you

“hey, i almost died! give your old man a break” -tony

once tony got involved with SHIELD and the avengers he got even busier really

and in came the parenting advice from fury, clint, nat, steve

“hey, i don’t see you raising a teenager, back off” -tony

*clint side eye*

steve once tried to give you a good talking to, but you reminded him a great bit of your father with your stubbornness

“you done? i dont think you should be giving out any parenting tips fresh off the ice” -you

tony was kind of proud of you for sticking to your guns

especially around such powerful people

but you had a knack for that and could do it to practically anyone

mostly because you felt like an invincible teenager since you were raised by tony, who also thought himself an invincible teenager at one point

u tried to tone down giving tony grief when he started having panic attacks

since u accidentally caused a few by pushing boundaries and staying out for several nights in a row

cuz as tony gained more enemies, he thought you’d be in more danger

which was true

“happy, you’re y/n’s personal bodyguard” -tony

“no!” -you

“uh, cool? any fun parties planned tonight? i’ll be the designated driver. god knows i’ve been tony’s too many times” -happy

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[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

[urdreamydoodles]

MCU Characters x Reader (Part.1)

How they react when you are angry with them (Part.1)

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker (Tom H.), Stephen Strange & Thor Odinson

I'm back in my MCU era, thanks to Agatha All Along, so expect a lot of MCU headcanons, feel free to request those!

Tony Stark

- When you’re angry with Tony, he’s a little stunned. He’s used to being able to charm his way through things or brush issues off with a joke, but the moment he realizes you’re genuinely upset, he feels the ground shift a little. Tony’s mind races, calculating what he did wrong, and for a second, he considers ignoring the problem—but not with you. You mean too much to him, and he can’t stand the idea of pushing you further away.

- He doesn’t immediately know how to apologize, so he leans into his classic defense mechanism: humor. He’ll try to make you laugh, throwing out quips, hoping you’ll crack a smile. When that doesn’t work, he gets a little awkward, mumbling things like, “This is why I avoid real feelings, you know?” as he fumbles through an apology. He’s not used to admitting fault, but with you, he’s learning to swallow his pride.

- Tony goes all out when he realizes he needs to make it up to you. He’ll throw himself into making amends, maybe even a little too extravagantly. Expect some grand, over-the-top gesture—a private jet to Paris, a limited-edition piece of tech he’s been tinkering on, or a fancy dinner in some exclusive place with an outfit he’s bought just for the occasion. He’s not subtle, and he knows it, but he’ll do anything if it means a smile from you.

- When the big gestures don’t work, he takes a different approach. He shows up at your door, looking strangely vulnerable, with something small and meaningful. Maybe it’s a handwritten letter he’s scribbled out, confessing how much he hates it when things aren’t okay between you two. It’s raw, real, and completely unlike Tony, but he means every word. This time, he wants to show that he’s willing to put the ego aside for you.

- Once you finally let him back in, Tony wraps you in his arms and doesn’t let go. He’ll joke that he’s not letting you get mad at him again, and maybe throw in a flirty quip about “testing his limits,” but there’s something deeper there too. Being loved by you has changed him, and he’s willing to work on himself for the first time in a long time. With you, Tony’s found a softness he didn’t know he had, and he’s not going to risk losing it.

Steve Rogers

- Steve Rogers doesn’t like conflict, especially not with you. When he realizes you’re angry, he immediately wants to address it and resolve it, hoping it won’t escalate. He tries to have a calm, level-headed conversation, but he can see that maybe it’s too soon. Steve’s patient, though; he’ll give you space if you need it, even if it pains him to let go for a while.

- While you’re cooling off, Steve takes time to reflect, replaying the situation in his mind, wondering where he went wrong. He’s his own worst critic and can be hard on himself, especially when it comes to you. He’ll try to see things from your perspective, understanding that sometimes his old-fashioned sense of right and wrong can be rigid. He’s willing to bend if it’s what’s needed to bridge the gap between you.

- When he approaches you again, he’s soft-spoken and earnest, offering a sincere apology. There are no excuses, no justifications—just him, owning up to whatever hurt you. His gaze doesn’t leave yours; he wants you to know he truly means it. And as he speaks, he promises he’ll do better, vowing to always listen to you and consider your feelings.

- To make it up to you, Steve chooses something simple but thoughtful, probably something he knows you love. It could be as quiet as a walk through your favorite park or as gentle as a handwritten note tucked into a book you’re reading. Steve understands that sometimes, it’s the little things that mean the most. He’ll give you the space to talk, letting you vent if you need to, always steady, always attentive.

- Once the air clears, Steve is more affectionate than usual, holding your hand, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, grateful to be back in your good graces. He values trust deeply and doesn’t take your forgiveness for granted. Steve knows relationships take work, and he’s fully committed to making it work with you, one respectful conversation at a time.

Natasha Romanoff

- Natasha doesn’t like it when things are off between you two, but she’s used to people being mad at her. Initially, she tries to shrug it off, acting like she doesn’t care, maybe even trying to ignore it. But you’re different. You’re not just anyone; you’re someone she actually trusts, and seeing you upset with her hits her hard.

- Natasha is far more comfortable dealing with enemies than emotional confrontations, so when she finally comes to you, she does it in a roundabout way. She might casually ask, “Are we good?” as if it’s not a big deal, but the nervous tension in her voice betrays her. She’s not great at apologies, so her attempt is awkward but sincere. It’s clear she’s trying, even if she doesn’t always have the words.

- To make it up to you, Natasha doesn’t go for big gestures but rather something deeply personal. She’ll take you to a place she loves—a quiet spot on a rooftop, a hidden café she discovered, somewhere she can let her guard down. She’s careful, almost shy, as she opens up a little about herself, sharing stories she rarely tells. In her own way, she’s letting you know how much she values you.

- Natasha doesn’t usually do comfort, but she’ll go out of her way to make you feel loved and safe. Maybe she’ll surprise you with breakfast or bring you something she knows you’ve been wanting. She pays attention, after all, even if she doesn’t always show it. Little by little, she’ll find ways to let you know that she’s there, committed to making things right.

- When you finally forgive her, Natasha breathes a sigh of relief, leaning in for a hug that lasts a beat longer than usual. She’s not big on words, but she’ll whisper something soft and sincere, just for you. Natasha’s fiercely protective, and after a falling-out, she’s even more attuned to making sure you feel cared for. She’ll stay close, a steady presence at your side, her quiet way of showing just how much she values you.

Bruce Banner

- When you’re angry with Bruce, he’s instantly anxious, worried he’s done something terribly wrong. Conflict isn’t his strong suit, and he’s painfully aware of his capacity for anger. He’s cautious, almost timid, when he realizes you’re upset, giving you space and time. He doesn’t want to make things worse or risk saying the wrong thing.

- Bruce spends time overthinking the situation, dissecting every detail. He questions himself, often getting caught in a loop of self-blame, wondering if he’s ever really been suited for a relationship. But even though he’s scared of confrontation, he values you too much to leave things unresolved. He wants to show you that he’s willing to work through whatever the issue is.

- When he finally comes to you, Bruce’s apology is soft, heartfelt, and a little self-deprecating. He’ll stumble through his words, not wanting to sound defensive, and there’s an earnestness in his gaze as he tries to convey just how much he wants to make things right. He’s not perfect, but he’s open to listening and doing better.

- To make it up to you, Bruce goes for something intimate and personal. He knows you appreciate small gestures, so he’ll show up with something that reflects his feelings for you—maybe a small book he thinks you’d love, or a little experiment from the lab that made him think of you. He’s shy about it, maybe a little embarrassed, but it’s his way of showing he cares.

- When you finally forgive him, Bruce visibly relaxes, wrapping you in a hug as if he never wants to let go. He’s careful, soft, and almost tentative, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Bruce cherishes the trust you give him and is deeply grateful to have someone willing to weather his insecurities. He might even joke, “You’re way too patient with me,” but the gratitude in his voice is genuine.

Clint Barton

- When Clint realizes you’re angry with him, his first reaction is a mix of regret and a slight laugh. He can’t believe he’s managed to mess things up this badly with you, of all people. He knows he tends to joke around a bit too much, so he tries to laugh it off at first, but when he sees how serious you are, his grin fades. He’ll look a bit awkward, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing he’s got some work to do.

- Clint’s never been one to give big, elaborate apologies. Instead, he’ll pull you aside, speaking quietly and genuinely. He’ll admit that he messed up, explaining that sometimes he forgets to take things seriously or considers others’ feelings the way he should. It’s a simple, heartfelt apology, showing his honest side that not many people get to see.

- Once he’s apologized, Clint is all about making you laugh. He’ll start cracking jokes, doing his best impressions, and even pull some ridiculous faces just to get a reaction out of you. Clint knows humor is his best weapon, and he’s shameless about using it if it means making things right. He’s determined not to let you stay mad at him for long, no matter what it takes.

- When his jokes don’t quite cut it, Clint switches gears and puts effort into something he knows will mean a lot to you. He’s a guy who pays attention to the little things, so he’ll show up with your favorite takeout, a warm blanket, or maybe even a funny book he picked up just for you. He knows that it’s the small gestures that can speak volumes.

- After things settle down, Clint wraps you in a warm, comfortable hug, one arm wrapped around your shoulder, making you feel like everything’s back to normal. He’ll joke about how lucky he is that you put up with him, throwing in a wink, but there’s a hint of seriousness behind his words. Clint doesn’t take his relationships for granted, and he’s grateful you’re in his life, even when he messes up.

Bucky Barnes

- Bucky’s heart sinks when he sees that you’re angry. He’s used to pushing people away, and now that he’s got you, he’s terrified of losing you over a misunderstanding. Bucky’s first instinct is to retreat, his mind already whispering that maybe he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve you. He’ll avoid confrontation if he can, hoping things might smooth over on their own.

- But when he realizes he needs to talk to you, he’s hesitant, nervous, almost as if he’s bracing himself for rejection. Bucky approaches you carefully, speaking in a low, almost shy voice. He struggles with apologies, but he looks you in the eyes, opening up about how hard he finds it to express his feelings. He’s used to running, and being with you is the first time he’s tried not to.

- Bucky tries to make it up to you in the most low-key, thoughtful way possible. He’s not one for grand gestures, but he’ll do something meaningful and heartfelt, like leaving you a note explaining how much you mean to him or bringing you something that he knows you love. He’s nervous about whether it’ll be enough, hoping you can see the sincerity in his actions.

- When he feels things softening between you, Bucky relaxes just a little, offering his support in any way you need. He’ll stay close, maybe cooking a meal for you or sitting quietly with you, sharing a comfortable silence. He wants you to know that he’s there, without needing to say much, because he’s always believed that actions speak louder than words.

- When you finally forgive him, Bucky is beyond relieved. He’s more open with his affection, drawing you into a tight embrace, his touch lingering as if he’s afraid to let go. He knows he doesn’t have many people he can count on, but he’s grateful that he can count on you. Bucky’s still working on believing he deserves happiness, but having you in his life makes him want to try.

Sam Wilson

- Sam immediately notices when you’re angry, and his first instinct is to find out what’s going on. He’s straightforward and doesn’t like tension hanging in the air, so he’ll ask, “Alright, what did I do?” in his calm, genuine way, hoping you’ll be willing to talk it out. He’s good at reading people, but he wants to hear it from you directly.

- Sam listens intently when you explain what’s bothering you, nodding and giving you his full attention. He’s respectful and thoughtful, making sure you know he understands where you’re coming from. He’s not the type to dodge blame; if he’s at fault, he’ll own up to it right away. There’s no defensiveness, no excuses—just an honest desire to make things right.

- To make it up to you, Sam takes you on a simple, meaningful outing—something where the two of you can connect and have fun. He’s all about shared experiences, so maybe it’s a long walk, a favorite food spot, or even a small adventure he’s planned just for you. He’s careful, attentive, making sure the focus is on you and helping you feel valued.

- When things calm down, Sam offers a mix of humor and reassurance, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and promising to do better. He’ll look you in the eyes and say something like, “I don’t like seeing you mad. Tell me if I mess up again.” He’s genuine and open, showing you he wants to grow from this experience and be a better partner.

- Once everything’s back to normal, Sam goes the extra mile, making sure you’re laughing and relaxed. He’s always there to lift you up, pulling you in for a warm, affectionate hug and giving you his full, unwavering attention. Sam’s presence is solid, reassuring, and he’ll make sure you know just how much he values having you in his life.

Peter Parker (Tom H.)

- Peter’s heart sinks when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s young, a little clumsy with emotions, and absolutely hates the idea of upsetting you. His mind starts racing, thinking of everything he could have done wrong. He gets a little panicked, maybe even rambling apologies before he knows what’s going on, hoping you’ll give him a chance to explain.

- When you tell him what’s bothering you, Peter listens carefully, nodding along with wide, earnest eyes. He’s genuinely sorry, his voice soft as he stumbles through an apology. He’s never been great at handling relationship tension, but he’ll try his best to make sure you know how much he cares and how sorry he is for letting you down.

- To make it up to you, Peter goes for something heartfelt, maybe even a bit awkward, but completely sincere. He’ll show up at your window with a little homemade gift, something quirky and thoughtful—perhaps a playlist he made just for you or a funny little gadget he put together in the lab. He’s earnest, a little shy about it, hoping you’ll see how much effort he’s putting in.

- Peter spends extra time trying to lift your spirits, using every ounce of his playful personality to make you laugh. He’ll crack jokes, do silly impressions, or even attempt a bad dance routine just to get you smiling again. He knows he’s a bit of a dork, but he doesn’t mind if it means cheering you up. Peter’s all about making you feel comfortable and loved.

- When you finally forgive him, Peter’s face lights up with relief. He’ll pull you into a warm, enthusiastic hug, holding you close and babbling about how he’s “the luckiest person in the world” to have someone like you. He’s young, optimistic, and just incredibly happy that you’re not mad anymore. To Peter, you’re his world, and he’ll always do whatever it takes to make you feel special.

Stephen Strange

- When Stephen realizes you’re angry with him, he’s a bit taken aback. He’s used to being right and doesn’t often see things from others’ perspectives, so it takes him a moment to understand the weight of the situation. His initial reaction might even be a little defensive, but he quickly catches himself, knowing that with you, he has to try harder to listen and understand.

- Stephen struggles with apologies, often trying to explain away his actions or getting caught up in technicalities. He’s intelligent and analytical, but that doesn’t always work when emotions are involved. Eventually, though, he manages to offer a genuine apology, admitting that he’s not always the easiest person to be with and that he respects you enough to take responsibility.

- To make things right, Stephen will probably use a bit of magic to create something special just for you. It might be a small charm to keep you safe, a little illusion to make you smile, or even a glimpse into some place you’ve always wanted to see. It’s his way of saying he cares, using the one skill he knows best to bring you a little joy.

- As he tries to smooth things over, Stephen is careful, more attentive than usual, and visibly trying to understand your emotions. He may not be great at expressing his own feelings, but he’s willing to try if it means keeping you close. He’ll listen to you, nodding thoughtfully, and maybe even opening up a bit about his past mistakes and how much he values you.

- Once you forgive him, Stephen is visibly relieved, though he keeps it subtle. He gives you a small smile and pulls you close, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wraps his arms around you. He might even joke, “Guess I need to work on my bedside manner,” but there’s genuine affection behind his words. Stephen knows he’s lucky to have you, and he’s determined to keep learning how to love you better.

Thor Odinson

- Thor is visibly surprised when he realizes you’re angry with him. He’s naturally cheerful and doesn’t take most things too seriously, so the idea that he’s done something to upset you takes him off guard. At first, he tries to brush it off with a booming laugh, but when he sees the seriousness in your eyes, his smile fades. He immediately wants to fix things, willing to do whatever it takes to get you to smile again.

- Thor is quick to apologize, his voice earnest as he promises he didn’t mean to hurt you. He’s not one to overthink things, but he’s deeply sincere, and his apologies come straight from the heart. He’ll look you in the eyes and tell you he values you and never meant to cause any harm, his words laced with the kind of honesty that only Thor can deliver.

- To make it up to you, Thor goes all out. He’ll sweep you off on a grand adventure, maybe a spontaneous trip to Asgard (or at least what remains of it), or he’ll bring you somewhere beautiful and awe-inspiring. Thor loves to celebrate life and wants to remind you of all the incredible experiences the two of you can share. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he hopes that a bit of excitement will make things right.

- As you spend time together, Thor is extra affectionate, showering you with praise and hugs. He’s genuinely sorry and makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, maybe even telling you tales of his own mistakes and what he’s learned from them. He might tease himself a bit, but it’s all to make you laugh and remind you of his dedication to you.

- When you finally forgive him, Thor’s smile lights up the room. He laughs, pulling you into a bear hug, lifting you off your feet, and spinning you around. There’s nothing subtle about his relief and joy, and he’s not afraid to show it. Thor values you immensely and will do everything he can to make sure you know how much you mean to him, promising that he’ll try to be a little more mindful in the future.

[literaryavenger]

You Were My Sunshine

Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.

Masterlist

“Have a good day.” Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.

You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.

“So, we’re really just accepting this?” Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and he’s sure you can’t hear him.

“Yes, Buck.” Steve says firmly.

“But-” Bucky’s protests are cut off by Tony.

“She’s entitled to her privacy.” He says firmly. “Just let it go, Frosty.”

Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.

You’ve always been an open person, you’re always there for everybody that needs you and you’re not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.

Your life is an open book.

Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.

You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you don’t use credit cards anywhere. 

It’s like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.

At least that’s how the team sees it. 

They’ve all tried to figure out where you go, but that’s the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:

Don’t worry about it.

After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it. 

Everyone except Bucky.

It’s not like you’re that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.

Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.

That’s why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t follow you, that you’re allowed to have your secrets. But he can’t help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane. 

He just needs you. to know.

So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, it’s one of his favorite places to visit when he’s in the city.

He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like you’re looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.

You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. ‘Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince’, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because he’s talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Bucky’s favorites.

You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.

Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky you’re too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.

He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.

Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you can’t really see him unless you were really looking for him. But you’re so engrossed in reading that Bucky’s sure he could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even realize it.

He knows you get like that when you’re reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times you’ve read them already.

Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.

It’s actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?

But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something you’d done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when you’re so into the words you’re reading.

So why do it in secret?

After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the book’s trance and gather your things before getting up.

Bucky frowns when you don’t get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Bucky’s never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you can’t see him.

He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. It’s clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like you’re pretty close to them even though he’s never even heard you mention this place before. When you’re done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesn’t want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.

After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and he’s surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.

It’s clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.

So why don’t the Avengers? 

You looked so comfortable with all the people you’ve met today, Bucky can’t help but think that maybe you don’t feel like you belong on the team.

You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.

He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.

He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.

“Hi, mom…” You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Bucky’s sure it’s a forced smile. “Happy birthday.”

You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadn’t eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.

“So…” You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.

A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.

Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.

You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.

“So, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.” You say with a small smile. “It’s our favorite, hadn’t read it in a while.”

Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.

“It took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.” You say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 400 pages in, don’t judge me.” 

Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He can’t help but find you adorable.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. “That’s what you told me when I was scared of the dark…” You say quietly with a smile.

“And that’s what you told me before you…” You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.

That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.

He’s more than surprised that he didn’t know your mother died, and he’s pretty sure the rest of the team doesn’t know either.

Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.

But Bucky’s even more surprised to see you breaking down, something you’ve never done before. You’re cheery, you’re bubbly, you’re everyone’s little ray of sunshine.

And it breaks Bucky’s heart to know you’ve been falling apart when you’re by yourself all these years.

“I’m sorry I only come here once a year, I just…” You start, so quietly that Bucky’s glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. “I miss you so much and I can’t… I can’t bear this.”

He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you can’t stop crying.

“I’m trying to be the person you loved…” You say after a moment of silence. “Your little ray of sunshine.” You chuckle softly through the tears.

It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. It’s how you’ve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

You are my sunshine

Bucky’s thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing. 

My only sunshine

Bucky knows this song. It’s a lullaby that he’s heard you sing once before.

Clint’s family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.

You probably didn’t realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and it’s not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clint’s room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.

You make me happy, when skies are gray 

You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little. 

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Bucky can see you’re having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.

Please don’t take… My sunshine… Away

Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.

Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these. 

Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...

Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey…” He says quietly.

His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.

Bucky didn’t expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.

“Goddammit, Bucky!” You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.

For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.

“Did you fucking follow me?!” Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.

“I…” Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows he’s in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?!” You snap at him. “You didn’t understand what the meaning of privacy is?!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen you this angry at anyone that’s not an enemy and surely never at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was just curious, I didn’t think this would be it, I thought…”

“You thought what?” You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I thought maybe you were a supervillain…” He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. “Or a stripper.”

His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand he’s just joking before you actually punch him in the face.

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.

“I really am sorry…” He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. “I know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didn’t plan on bothering you at all, which doesn’t make what I did better,” He quickly adds when he sees you’re about to say something.

“But when I saw you crying, I just… I couldn’t help myself.” He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. “You’re always there for everybody, I don’t think it’s fair that you don’t let anybody be there for you.”

You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know he’s right, you don’t let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.

But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...

So you let him.

You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.

“She died when I was 14.” You say quietly. “I only had her, so I was on my own after that…”

Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.

“A few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressed…” You have a faint smile at the memory although it’s clear you’re about to cry again. “They offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I don’t know… I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering. 

“Doll…” He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. “It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.”

His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way he’s looking at you so lovingly, it’s all too much for you and can’t hold back your tears anymore.

With a broken sob, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.

In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes it’s not like you don’t feel like you belong with the Avengers.

This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because you’ve always had to.

And he’ll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.

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