#and if Toni shows up amazing but I’m not helping keep an eye on her

[hafwen]

After being so nervous to leave the room the first time now anytime we open the door she runs out and starts exploring

Last night Gigi did see that Toni was up here but it was close to Gigi’s snuggle time and she wanted me in our spot

And this morning Lillie and Grayson saw Toni again. Toni was immediately interested in being Lillie’s friend but Lillie is nervous about that.

Grayson was desperate for baby time once he saw her. He kept meowing every time she walked away and when she was nervous about him he just meatloafed and meowed at her. She liked that and they went nose to nose!

Mackie was at the closed door crying because he hates being left out of fun so maybe tonight my husband will grab him and she can see him not through the glass door. Toni didn’t like the sad puppy sounds and every so often she would floof her tail but then calm down when she saw we weren’t worried about it.

There was a lot of cuteness but I am so tired.

[sosa2imagines]

Promises broken, promises kept.

Warnings- Angst, comfort and fluff, pregnancy. -----------------------------------------------------

"I'll never break your heart." You keep thinking about it, why did you believe that line? Isn't it obvious when someone says that, they will break your heart?!

When you had joined the Avengers, your sole purpose was to help save the world. But as days went by, you became friends with everyone. Especially closer to Steve. Looking after Bucky brought you both closer. But you guys never crossed the line beyond friendship. Things were good.

When the infinity war happened and Tony took retirement, while the rest turn to dust. The remaining you were devastated. While Natasha was trying her best to get to Clint, along with running the world, you and Steve found solace in each other. The first time it happened was, when Steve ended up having a nightmare about Bucky and he slept with you. After you had calmed him, you both ended up kissing each other and one thing led to another.

You had strictly made the pact to be only friends with benefits. And that's how it was. Most nights were spent in bed together having amazing sex. Steve was obsessed with every single curve on your body. But as time went by Steve started to fall for you or atleast that is what you think.

"I promise you Y/n I will never break your heart." How naïve of you to believe him. Despite your past experiences and he knowing about them, you gave in. You both were officially a couple.

When Scott showed up and the possibility of getting everyone back came true. Everyone got to work along with Tony. When everyone came back from the past with the stones, you all were mourning Natasha, but your heart hurt a little bit more when Steve just couldn't stop talking about how close he was to Peggy. Like a good listener you listened to him with a smile on your face and the night ending in sex. Getting everyone back came with another cost. You lost Tony. You couldn't even tell him he was going to be an uncle. Yes, you got pregnant, apparently little bit of carelessness cost you. But you were not complaining.

When you told Steve the good news, you were hoping for any reaction instead of a "That's great, I'm happy". You tried and tried to ignore the burning sensation. Maybe you are over-reacting or just thinking too much. Just a week before the actual day of going back in time to return the stones, Steve took part in the trial of the time machine. You were scared to death. But Steve promised you, “Nothing will happen to me baby doll, I’ll come back to you. I promise...”

And nothing truly happened to him. He kept his promise. He came back safe and sound. Just not alone though. He came back with Peggy, holding her close to his side. Steve’s eyes never left Peggy who was looking around in awe. But you still had faith in him. Maybe he is just happy and nothing else.

Bruce was the first to break the silence, while Sam and Bucky stood next to you protectively. “What have you done? You can’t play with past, present and future!”

Finally, Steve’s gaze falls on you all, before opening his mouth, “Look I know you all are upset.” Taking a step forward from the platform with Peggy. “Peggy wanted to see the future, I’m going to take her back when I go to return the stones.”

Before anyone can say something else, Steve started introducing Peggy to everyone. “Sergeant Barnes, so good to see you.” Peggy smiles, “Yeah, Hi Peggy.” He replies somewhat uncomfortable about the situation, glaring at Steve.

When it came to introduce you to Peggy, Steve was bit nervous. But he had no choice, since everyone around, except for Peggy, knew about your relationship with Steve.

Having waited enough, you introduced yourself, “Hi Peggy, I’m Y/n, Steve’s girlfriend.” Peggy’s smile faded, the anger on her face, if looks could kill, Peggy just murdered you in more than ten ways.

Later that day when everyone was back in the compound, Steve refused to leave Peggy alone. He brought her back to your shared apartment, to live with you and him. “Peggy, please listen to me, it is not what you think like, I was alone here, you have no idea how much I have lost, that’s when Y/n came into my life and I found solace in her.” Steve explains with puppy dog like expression, Peggy was furious, how dare you steal her Steve?

Peggy was not going to let that happen. She would make Steve realize, he belongs to her and not you. “Oh Steve, I’m back now, you are not alone anymore. We can live our life, just the way we wanted.”

Steve was over the moon, when he heard Peggy say this. But at the same time, he knew this was not possible for them at the current moment and then there was you, carrying his child. “Y/n…she is pregnant.” Steve tells her hesitantly, Peggy was not in the mood to hear any of this, as much as she wanted to rip Steve apart, she knew she had to be careful, with her words. “Is it yours?” “I..think so” Steve lies, while Peggy smirks. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. Show me around darling, we have got little time for ourselves.”

And that’s what he did, Steve spent his time with her. Even the nights were spent with her. Steve would often come to bed late, after you did go to sleep.

He took Peggy to all the places he has been with you. From museum, to the diner, to the secret lake just behind the park. Whatever Peggy wants, Steve does that. Thankfully, you did get some alone time with Steve, only when Peggy use to go for bath. Apart from that time, she would be stuck by his hip.

“It’s feels like ages, I have spent some time with you Steve.” Steve looks at you when you mention that, giving you a half smile. “Oh, baby doll, are you jealous?” He teases, but that didn’t hurt you, the fact he can’t see the pain in your eyes, hurt you the most.

One night on your way to the kitchen, you saw Steve and Peggy dancing, to close to comfort, her eyes were closed, head resting on his chest. While Steve looked at her in adoration. When he saw you, he gave you a curt nod and a smile which you returned.

Maybe, just maybe Steve is using this time to be with her, till she goes back again. Maybe just maybe you have nothing to worry about. The night before the big day, Steve at last came to bed early. You both ended up having the best sex! Something the way he was nuzzling into you made you feel something is not right. “Steve?” “Umm?” “I’m, scared.” “Don’t be scared Y/n, everything is fine.” The way he said your name instead of baby doll, made you flinch. He did never call you by your actual name. “You’ll come back to me, right?” “I promise you.”

The next day, Steve was standing on the platform with Peggy, looking very happy. His hand firm on her back. He looks at everyone, before finally glancing at you with a small smile. He nods to Bruce to start, and on a count of five Steve is back in the past with Peggy.

Bruce, Sam, Bucky and you waited and waited. Five hours went by, Bucky was the first to break the dreading silence. "He is not coming back, punk." Sam gave him a look to warn him about you, but you just raised your hand and instinctively held your stomach with your free hand and ran away from there.

When you reached the apartment, shared apartment, you fell on the floor and cried your heart out. Everything hurt, the pain was unbearable. The loneliness and emptiness started to haunt you. The pictures of you and Steve were looking like they are laughing at your misery. You took each and every single frame and threw it on the floor with mighty force, removing your anger. Your appetite was lost, you barely took care of yourself, forgetting you are pregnant.

When no one heard from you for a week, Bucky and Sam came to meet you. When you didn't open the door, Sam thought you might be out, but Bucky felt something wrong so before Sam can stop him, Bucky broke the door.

They met with the site of dirty house, picture frames broken, Bucky kept on calling your name, when he reached the bedroom his heart sank. You were lying unconscious on the ground. "SAM!".

They both took you to the hospital. That's when the doctor told them that you are pregnant and suffering from stress and dehydration. Sam was furious and angry with Steve, while Bucky was in his own dilemma. 'Did Steve know? What if he does not know? When did you found out? Do you regret it? What are you going to do now? How will you do it alone?'

After some hours you regain consciousness. "Bucky?", the mention of his name brought him out of his thoughts. "Y'/n, how are you feeling?" "Bucky, what happened?" you ask voice barely above whisper. "Doll, you were unconscious, because of stress and dehydration." You panicked when Bucky told you that, hand immediately going on the stomach, Bucky sensed it and was quick to inform you "The baby is fine. But you need to rest and take good care." Relief washed over you, tears forming in your eyes. Bucky took hold of your hand, sitting next to you, "Y/n?" "Umm?" "Did...did Steve...did Steve know?" You cried at that question just nodding your head unable to talk, what you didn't realize was Bucky crying with you. Bucky couldn't believe Steve left you in this state. What was he thinking? This was not his best friend and brother. "I'm sorry Y/n, I'm so sorry", you and Bucky cried together, Sam left to give you both some privacy and to hide his own tears.

"Are you going to...what have you decided...have you decided on anything?" "I'm going to keep it" you sniffle, Bucky nodded his head in response. "Let me help you please" you were about to interrupt before he raised his hand to let him speak first. "For friendship shake, you have done a lot for me, please let me be there for you."

Bucky was quick to convince you. You refused to go back to your and Steve's apartment. So Bucky took you to his. Now his minimal furniture home was full of furniture, in door plants and other necessities. You made his home, cozy and homely. You both took care of each other. And to be honest you were glad he was there for you. The cravings and mood swings were getting better of you.

Bucky did not complain once. Even when you made him to eat peanut butter and cheese sandwich. "Doll you sure, you are craving this?" he gulps nervously looking at you, while you are busy devouring the sandwich, in a muffled voice you replied "Oh just try it and even if you don't like it, I can eat it." Bucky tried and surprisingly he liked the combination and before he could actually finish the sandwich happily, you were looking at him with teary pouty look, okay not at him but his sandwich, which he hesitantly gave it to you.

One night you had a nightmare about Steve coming back to take your baby away, you cried hyperventilating, breathing becoming difficult, Bucky stayed all night with you, helping you. "Please don't go Bucky, stay with me please" you begged and Bucky was quick to cup your cheeks wiping your tears "Doll I'm always with you and no one is going to take away our child, I promise you." When Bucky said 'our child' you felt secure. Since that night Bucky was the father of your baby.

He didn't even get angry when on random times, you use to miss Steve. "What if he is stuck in time?" "Then, he will do anything to come back to you." "What if Peggy has forced him to stay?" "Then I promise you I'll go back in time and kill her." “Ste…Steve he promised, maybe I did something wrong….” Bucky cups your cheeks to stop you from rambling and getting nervous again “Hey, hey look at me Y/n, I believe you doll. You didn’t do anything wrong. Steve is a fucking idiot, he has no idea what he has lost. I promise you doll I will protect our child and I will never leave you.”

The last month of the pregnancy was difficult, with the constant fear of going into labor. Ten days were left for the baby to born. But on the fifth day you were restless. The fact that you were dealing with this pregnancy for so many months with all these struggles, pains and discomforts made Bucky feel so empathetic towards you. You were really strong minded still fighting it all and that's what he loved about you. 

He saw that you were getting really restless and he knew what it meant. It was a clear signal that the baby might actually be coming today. He was nervous, but he needed to keep his calm and make sure everything was taken care of. He didn't want you to worry about a thing.

"There should be a machine, where the mother can transfer the womb into the father...ow!" You tried to joke to ease the pain. "Wow! That's a really nice idea. If only we could get that machine and I could do the whole process in my body instead of you going through all these pains and discomforts." Bucky replied keeping the humor. "No! I don't want you to be in pain" you cried, damn mood swings!

He laughed at this statement of yours. The way you were being so protective of him even in this phase was very sweet. "Oh doll! It's the other way around. I wouldn't want you to be going through all these discomforts either. I'd take all the pain myself if I could."

"I really appreciate that Bucky....oh my god" you whined in pain. Bucky was watching you as you were pacing back and forth. As soon as you said "oh my god" he got up, his instinct was already kicking in and he ran to hold you. He was watching you closely because he knew you had started getting contractions now.

"Please tell me the wetness on the floor is something else", as he looked at the floor, it was wet and his face changed. He knew what that meant. He took your hands to comfort you. "Your water broke. We need to go to the hospital now and as fast as possible."

"Nah, I must have peed, I need to sleep!" He could feel that you were getting more and more nervous, going into a panic right now. So he needed to support you more than ever now. He was trying to keep you calm but it was hard. "It's okay doll. I know you're not ready for it but it's only natural that it should happen. You can do it my love. I'm going to be right here besides you, so don't worry at all."

He was holding you tightly and making sure that you didn't fall down. He was being so protective of you right now, trying to support and keep you calm. He didn't want you to panic right now as that the last thing he wanted during this stage.

"Don't forget the bag and call Sam to help you." Again, you were thinking about him, when you supposed to think about yourself and the baby. He quickly rushed into the other room to bring the bag which had all the items you would need. He returned soon with the bag in his hands. Bucky carried you in his arms towards the car, making you sit comfortably. He immediately calls Sam to inform him.

Your contractions were getting a little bit more painful now as you started struggling with the pain. Bucky was very calm even at this very moment.

He had a sense of responsibility that he needed to take care of you. Your condition was clearly deteriorating and he needed to stay composed and strong for you.

As he started driving, he was just trying to keep you calm and make you breathe slow and deep. You tried to distract yourself by focusing on the people on the road, to thinking about food, even the new Sylvester Stallone movie. Bucky was proud to see you being brave despite being in pain.

As soon as you reached the hospital you were taken to the maternity ward. The delivery was complicated, you nearly fainted twice, Bucky kept on encouraging you, telling you how proud he is.

Labor was hard. But with lots of struggle your daughter was born. Healthy half super solider. When you held her, you cried but this time because of happiness. In the end the pain was worth it. Bucky was scared to hold her, but you encouraged him. When your baby girl got comfortable in his arms, Bucky couldn't believe it. He felt so many emotions. He secretly vowed to protect you both and keep you happy.

The nurse asked if you had decided on a name for the baby, which you immediately told her with confidence and no hesitation "Natalia Sarah Barnes."

Bucky was shocked, he asked the nurse to give you some time to think, but you refused to change the name. The nurse left and Bucky looked at you for confirmation. "Doll, you gave Natalia my last name" "I know after all she is your daughter, Bucky" "I'm not...are you sure?....you can" before he can finish you spoke again, "Bucky remember when I had the nightmare about Steve taking her away?" Bucky nodded "You said you will protect our child, since then she was yours." Bucky was speechless, his eyes teary Natalia in his arms, he couldn't believe you gave her his last name.

Unlike Steve, Bucky never broke the promises he made to you and your daughter. He was a man of his words. He would do anything for you both.

As years went by things were starting to look good. Natalia was three now. Bucky was her dad and she was proud of him. Of course, you had told her about Steve, but it was her decision on what she wants to do.

As for you and Bucky, you both know, your relationship is more than just friendship, but at the moment you both are focusing more on Natalia rather than yourselves. But the possibilities of you both being together is endless.

----------------------------------------------------- @ashhsage I hope you like this, and sorry it took so much of time to get it done. -----------------------------------------------------

[jpmarvel90]

Jealousy

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Natasha is yearning after Y/n and doesn't like it when a man makes an attempt to hit on the one she wants to call her own.

Word Count: 3025

Y/N’s POV:

No one was even sure why Tony was throwing a party this time, but all of the Avengers were grateful for an opportunity to relax and make the most of the free bar. In the last year that I’ve been a part of the Avengers I’ve lost count of the number of parties Tony has thrown on the fly. 

There was still an hour to go until the party started and I was still stood in my towel, fresh from the shower, staring at my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. I hung up the two options and decided to finish my makeup before making my choice.

Just as I was slipping on my dress, there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch and see that it’s already 7 o’clock. Opening the door, I see my best friend Wanda stood in a beautiful low cut green dress which fell just below her knee. “Wow, Vision is one lucky microwave” I joked causing Wanda to roll her eyes and hit my arm with her clutch purse. “Ha ha very funny Y/N. Need a hand there?” She responded motioning towards my failed attempt to zip up my dress.

I nodded and she wondered over, placing her purse on my desk, before reaching down to pull the zip up and clipping the top clasp. “Done, you’re looking gorgeous Y/N. Nat won’t be able to take her eyes off of you.” Wanda teased as she straightened out my dress for me and giving me a wink.

Wanda was the only one who knew how I felt about Nat. Every time I was around her, I became a stuttering mess, unable to form words. It felt like she would literally take my breath away. I can’t deny that the dress I picked was one I hoped would grab her attention.

“We better get going or Tony is going to be mad at us for being late.” I grabbed my bag slipping in my phone and closed my bedroom door whilst offering my arm out to Wanda. We walked down the corridor and into the elevator. “To the party if you will JARVIS.” I called out to the building AI. “Of course Miss L/N.”

I started to get bit nervous as I watched the floor numbers increase. “Breath Y/N, you look stunning and I know that Nat won’t be able to resist you. And if it all goes to pot, well I’m here for you and we’ll just get drunk together ok.” I squeezed Wanda’s hand in thanks and took a deep breath as the doors to the party opened.

Linking arms once again, Wanda and I descended the stairs to join our friends. As we walked down, I saw the teams heads turn towards us, both Bucky and Vision stood holding their hands out to help us down the last few steps. “You are both looking beautiful tonight.” Bucky said as he took my hand and nodded towards Wanda.

“Thanks Buck, you scrub up well yourself.” I replied scanning the room to find Natasha. As I gazed towards the bar our eyes met before Nat quickly turned away. Hmm, that’s strange. I decided to make my way to the bar, I’m going to need some alcohol in me if I’m going to be able to go through with speak with Nat tonight.

Nat’s POV:

I heard the elevator ding as the doors opened and as I looked up, I saw Wanda and Y/N exiting linked arm in arm. I stood stuck in my spot as I watched as Y/N glided down the stairs. Her red dress had a low cut showing off her cleavage, the material hugging her body in all her in all the right places accentuating her curves. My mouth has gone dry and I can’t tear my eyes away, my mind racing wishing it was me that was holding on to her arm.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her searching the room and that’s when our eyes met. I quickly turned away to hide the fact I had just gawped at her like a piece of meat. “Hey Nat, you look beautiful tonight” I looked around as I saw Y/N smiling at the bar taking a seat. “Thanks Y/N, you look amazing too. What can I get you?” I ask trying to keep my cool. I can’t believe the affect she has on me. When I’m around her, I struggle to think clearly and my whole focus ends up on the sweet woman.

“I’ll take a whiskey please.” I nod and slide over a glass noticing her down it before indicating for another. I chuckled as I filled the glass up again. This time she nursed it and struck up a conversation. I didn’t really hear what she was saying, I just watched smiling at her nodding along at the right points, I hope.

We’re suddenly interrupted by Steve who greets us both. “Ladies, I hope you’re enjoying the party. Nat I was wondering if I could have this dance?” He looked towards me and held out his hand. I looked towards Y/N and for a brief moment I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly as she smiled. “Watch out for her 2 left feet Steve.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and went to put away the whiskey bottle. “oh you can leave that with me Nat” She smirks reaching out to take the bottle from my hand.

Steve directs me over to the dance floor and places his hand on my waist and takes my left hand in his as we sway around the floor. I take glances every now and then over to the bar and watch as Y/N carries on drinking her whiskey. She’s joined every now and then from different members of the team and I get lost in her smile and my heart skips every time I hear her infectious laugh.

The next time I look over I see a man join her at the bar, someone I don’t recognise. As I carry on dancing with Steve, I watch their interaction intently. Her laugh again echoes through me. However, it doesn’t have the same effect this time. Her laugh is directed to the mysterious man sat opposite her. My jaw clenches as he reaches out and puts a fallen strand of hair behind Y/N ear. His hand then trailing down her arm, whilst his dark lust filled eyes bore a hole through her.

I struggle to keep my calm, I’m no longer moving to the music with Steve, which he notices looking over in her direction. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” He questions pulls me away from staring at her interaction with the man. I look towards Steve and he’s smiling giving me a gentle nudge in her direction.

Before I take a step forward, I notice the man place his hand on her knee, causing Y/N to pull back slightly. She gave off an awkward laugh as she pulled her dress down and turned her legs away. I could see that she was uncomfortable now, but the guy wasn’t taking the hint. Steve also noticed this and walked with me in her direction, his protective nature kicking in.

As we get closer, we can hear their conversation. “Oh come on, you don’t wear a dress like that to a party like this not wanting some fun.” I felt my blood boil. “I-uh sorry, I’m not looking for anything like that. I-I’m just going to leave.” Before she could stand up, he aggressively places his hand on to her thigh and takes her face in his hand. “You don’t walk away from me bitch.” In trying to get away from the man Y/N trips over the bar stool and lands with a thud on the floor.

“HEY, get your hands off of her.” Before I could even react, Steve had ran over and landed a punch square in the man’s face knocking him out. The music stops and everyone’s eyes turn towards the commotion. I run over to Y/N to help her off the floor.

“Y/N/N, are you ok?! No, don’t try and stand just take a moment you hit your head pretty hard.” Kneeling down beside her I help her to a sitting position. Bucky and Steve dragged the unconscious man out of the party whilst Tony and Wanda come running over. “Y/N are you ok? My God what happened?” Wanda said joining me on the floor the other side of Y/N. I filled her in on what happened as Tony paced slightly. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t even know who that man is. I promise next time I’ll make sure to vet the guest list.” I could see the guilt on his face, something Tony rarely has.

“Guys I’m fine. I don’t like making a scene, I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m just going to head back up to me room.” She stands up with Wanda and I gripping her arms making sure she’s ok. “I’ll take you back.” I offer. She smiles and I take her hand in mine. “Take care of her Nat.” Wanda says, her voice laced in concern. I nod in acknowledgement, and we leave the party towards her room.

There was an awkward silence as we rode the elevator. “I’m sorry for taking you away from the party Nat. You were having a nice time with Steve.” She says looking down at the floor. I grip her and again to gain her attention. “I don’t want to go back. I wasn’t enjoying myself when I saw that man with his hands on you. I just wish I had noticed you were uncomfortable earlier.” She lifts her head to make eye contact with me and went to speak as the elevator door opened.

We were still in silence as Y/N had opened her door. I entered and closed it behind me, deciding it was time to take the leap. “Y/N, are you ok?” She looks up at me and nods. “Yeah I’m fine. Not how I wanted the night to go. I shouldn’t have even engaged in conversation with him, but I just didn’t want to cause a problem. Turns out I did that anyway. Urgh I just hate how he thought he could touch me.”

I slowly walk towards her and turned her to face me. “You did nothing wrong. He was the creep. I could kill him just thinking about his hands on you.” We made eye contact and I looked down to her lips, noticing she had her bottom lip between her teeth. In the heat of the moment, I crashed my lips into hers. I pulled away “Shit, sorry, I-I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sor…” but before I could finish, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.

She had slowly backed me towards the door deepen the kiss at every opportunity. We pulled away to catch our breath and I rested my head on her hers. “I like you Y/N and I want you to be mine. I want it to only be me that touches you.” I breathe out rubbing my thumb across her cheek.

“Then I’m all yours Nat” She whispers as she pulls me in again, but this time unzips my dress leaving it to fall in a pool at my feet. I’m stood there in my matching black lace underwear. Her eyes have turned dark as she looks at me with such lust. She pulls me towards her bed and lays me down before straddling me. “You’re wearing too much” I say as she giggles trying to unzip her own dress. I slap her hands away sitting up, slowly pulling the zip down ensuring my knuckle grazes her back.

With her dress off I flip us over and start to kiss her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot causing Y/N to moan. A moan which sends tingles down my body pooling in my centre. I leave kisses over her neck and collarbone slowly making my way down. I reach her breasts and look up and her as she nods in consent. I reach behind her back and unclip her bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I sit back and admire her stunning body. “You’re beautiful Y/N” I state leaning in for a soft loving kiss.

As we kiss, I reach down and slowly massage her breasts. I once again start kissing down before latching on to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple whilst grabbing the left. Her body squirms underneath me as I switch sides giving the same attention. “Nat, please.” I look up loving the site I see. “Are you sure Y/N, we don’t have to go any further.” I pull back up to her eye level wanting to make sure she wants this. “Nat, I have wanted this for months. Please just fuck me already, if you don’t, I’ll do it myself.” I laugh placing kisses all over her face. “Now now, there’s no need for that. I’ve got you.” I smile, placing one last kiss on her lips before I make my way down her perfect body, leaving kisses down the valley between her breasts. I take my time as I reach her panties. I look up once more and she nods again.

I slowly pull her panties down as she lifts her hips so I can slide them off. I place a couple of kisses on her thighs as he hips buck. “Someone’s impatient.” I whisper before sliding a finger between her folds causing a moan to fall from her lips. I slowly rub my finger over her clit and watch the reaction my touch has on her body. “Oh, Nat” She moans. I slowly slip in a finger and gently thrust allowing her to get used to it. More moans falling from her lips. As I slip in a second finger I notice that she’s biting he lip trying to stop her moans come out. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” I say pulling her lip from between her teeth with my other hand. I kiss her again as I gradually get fast in my thrusts. “Oh God, yes Nat. Please, faster” Y/N moans, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants as I increase my speed to thrust in and out making sure to rub my thumb on her clit adding to her pleasure.

As I curl my fingers I hit her g-spot causing her to gasp “NAT! yes, I’m so close” I go faster curling my fingers at random. “Cum for me baby.” I whisper in her ear. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and with one last curl of my fingers, she releases on my fingers calling out my name. I let her rid out her high before carefully pulling out.

Her whole body is shaking as she tried to catch her breath. “That… was, wow” Y/N breathlessly says. I look into her eyes with pure love. “You look beautiful when you cum” I say causing her to chuckle. “All for you Nat.” She laughs. As I lie next to her, she props herself on her elbow looking at my body up and down. She trails her hand down from my neck to my breasts, still hidden in my bra. She slips her hand inside and grasps my breast causing my breath to hitch.

Before I know it, Y/N has straddled me and my bra is on the floor. She squeezes my bare breasts as we engage in a heated kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance which she wins. I let out a slight moan as her knee makes contact with my clit. She sits up and smirks as she leads kisses down my body hesitating at the waist band of my panties. “Can I touch you?” She asks, her innocent eyes locking in on mine. “Please do” I respond almost in desperation.

As she pulls down my underwear she licks across my clit. The feel causes me to buck my hips trying to gain more friction. I can feel her smirk against my clit. “Wow you’re so wet Nat.” She says as she rubs her finger between my folds. “All for you” I whisper as her tongue swirls in circles over my sensitive nub. I grab the sheets in my right hand, my knuckles turning white, as I latch my left in her hair pushing her closer to me centre allowing me to grind against her.

I feel a white heat flood through my body and a knot form in my stomach. “Ahhh, Y/N, fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum”. Before I can let go, she thrusts two fingers inside me curling straight away brushing against my g-spot causing me to let out a pornographic moan. The complete pleasure of her touch causes me to become undone over her face. She laps up all that I have released, and I whimper a little as she pulls her fingers out of me.

She leaves kisses up my stomach before pushing her lips into mine, I moan as I taste myself on her. I pull her into me as snuggles her head into my neck. “That was incredible Y/N. No one has ever made me feel like that.” I slowly rub my hand up and down her bare back, enjoying this calm moment between us. “Well I hope this isn’t a one time thing Nat. I like you, and I really want to be doing this again with you.” She laughs. “Lift her head up so she’s looking at me. “I like you too Y/N and if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.” A smile grows on her face and she looks down towards my lips. She plants a kiss on me, but this one is different, it’s tender and full of love. I pull up the bedsheet and cover our naked bodies as we cuddle up in each other’s arms.

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 24

And we're back to Winteriron for a Rockstar AU!

Dec 24 - Winteriron - Rockstar AU - Eggnog

“The thing is,” Tony said, “it feels stupid to complain. Like I don’t appreciate all the amazing things in my life.”

“And yet, you’re going to complain anyway,” Natasha said, but she looked vaguely amused, so that was probably all right. It had taken Tony a while to understand that his lead guitarist and second vocalist hid her affection behind sarcasm, and her concern behind fierceness. He knew how to read her now, though.

“I’m going to complain anyway,” he agreed. “Not that I expect you to agree. Your snugglebunny is traveling with us.”

“Sam is part of the band, so it would be difficult to have a tour without him,” she agreed solemnly.

“Why did I agree to a tour over Christmas?” Tony wondered.

“Because it’s the time of year when everyone is digging a little deeper into their pockets?” Natasha guessed. She reached over the table to snare his glass. She rolled the liquor around, watching the way it clung to the glass, and then helped herself to a swallow. “You could’ve dated someone in the band, too, you know. Steve is right there.”

Tony made a face. “Dating in the band leads to band drama,” he said morosely. “And trust me, if I dated Steve, there would be nothing but drama.”

“That’s true,” Natasha conceded. “The world’s finest songwriting duo, but as soon as he steps away from the keyboard, you’re at each other’s throats.” She grinned. “It would be fantastic publicity.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “But here I am, on Christmas Eve, drinking alone in an empty hotel bar.”

“What am I, the Ghost of Christmas Past?”

Tony waved a hand dismissively. “You’re just waiting for Sam to get back from the roadies’ Christmas party and then you’ll go back to your room and have wild monkey sex while wearing nothing but a mistletoe headband and a pair of socks with jingle bells sews into them.”

“That is a disturbingly specific mental image,” Natasha said, stealing another sip of his whiskey. “You’re not usually this down after a show. Did something go wrong?”

The show itself had been great. The hall had been sold out, the fans had been beside themselves with excitement, and they’d rounded out the set lit and encores with some holiday tunes that they’d reworked into the Avengers’ signature style, which had been a huge hit. Tony would normally have still been riding the high, but— “Bucky didn’t text me before the show.”

“That’s odd,” Natasha admitted. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he sent one a bit later. I got it while we were breaking down.”

“So?”

“So it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a hotel twelve hundred miles from my boyfriend and I don’t even have any of his eggnog to keep me warm.”

“Bucky does make the best eggnog,” Natasha said. “I can never go back to the crappy stuff out of a carton.” She made a show of looking at her wrist, which didn’t have a watch on it. “And it’s Christmas Day, by now.”

“Thanks, that makes it all better,” Tony snarked. 

Natasha glanced past Tony, toward the bar door. “Sam’s back,” she said, standing up. “Time to go have wild monkey sex.”

“Don’t forget the socks,” Tony said, rallying enough to give her a quick smile. “Thanks for letting me complain.”

“You owe me,” Natasha said, giving him the small, secretive smile that was ten times more genuine than the wide, cheerful one she reserved for the stage and the fans.

“What else is new? Go on, have fun. I don’t want to see or hear either of you until we’re loading the bus on the 26th. Enjoy your day off.”

“I intend to. You too.”

Tony snorted and took a slow sip of his whiskey so he wouldn’t be tempted to turn around and watch her walk away.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” said Bucky, and Tony turned around so fast he got dizzy and nearly knocked over his chair.

“Bucky?” Tony’s boyfriend was standing there, a thickly-stuffed backpack over one shoulder. “What the— How the hell did you get here?”

“Airplane,” Bucky said with a grin, and offered Tony a thermos. “Couldn’t stand the thought of you having to drink crappy carton eggnog on Christmas.”

Tony took the thermos and immediately set it aside, then flung himself into Bucky’s arms, laughing. “Oh, god, I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I was supposed to be in time for the show,” Bucky said, “but the flight got delayed.” He buried his face against Tony’s neck, squeezing tight. His nose was cold, and Tony didn’t care at all. “Missed you, doll.”

“I missed you, too,” Tony sighed. “Merry Christmas.”

[ghostofskywalker]

Maria Hill x SHIELD!reader, i need fluff with this woman cobie smulders is so <333 maybe perhaps the party/a party similar to the one in ultron

hi! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 614

summary: natasha romanoff isn't only part of earth's mightiest heroes. sometimes she's a party's best wingwoman.

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Help From a Friend

You were trying not to state across the room, where Maria was sitting and laughing with some of the other guests in attendance. You knew that if you went over there she would invite you to sit down, but you didn’t know how much longer you could keep your feelings to yourself when she looked like that. 

The Avengers were having some kind of gala, and Tony Stark had invited a few of the SHIELD agents that the team had worked with to attend, and you were on that list. Having worked alongside Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America on a few missions now, you were getting used to the way things worked with this new team of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. 

You had just taken another sip of your drink when a voice interrupted your thoughts. “She likes you too you know.” 

“What?” you turned around to see Natasha Romanoff sitting next to you, a glass of wine resting on the countertop in front of her. “What are you talking about?” 

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled. “Maria thinks you don’t like her back, but judging from all the times you’ve been glancing over in her direction, she’s not correct about that assumption. You’re just as bad as she is, it’s a match made in heaven.” 

“I don’t believe you,” you said quietly. 

“She said the same thing,” Natasha responded with a shake of her head. “So I’m taking matters into my own hands. Come on, dance with me for a little bit.” 

Still a little confused about what was happening, you followed the redhead out to the dancefloor and began to slowly sway in time to the music. Part of you hoped that Natasha was right, but there was still a nagging voice in the back of your head that said this was all for nothing and that Maria would never return your feelings. You tried to keep that voice squashed down. 

And maybe this was a dream, because what felt like seconds after you started, someone was asking to cut in. You didn’t miss the knowing glance that Natasha gave you as she walked away and Maria began to sway with you. 

She looked perfect in a black dress, her hair swept to the side in a way that showed off her face. “You look amazing tonight,” she said sincerely, and you felt your heart stop for a moment as you registered her words. 

“So do you,” you said. 

You danced in silence for a few more seconds, and then she broke the silence. “Can I ask you something?” 

“What?” 

“Would you want to go to dinner with me sometime?” 

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear, and your brain short-circuited for a few moments before you responded. “Did Natasha put you up to this?” 

“No?” Maria looked confused. “Why would Natasha put me up to that?” 

“She’s the only one who knows how I feel about you, and I just thought she might have pushed you into this.” 

Maria laughed. “I can honestly confirm that Natasha did not ask me to ask you out. In fact, she’s the one who suggested that you might actually feel the same way about me as I do about you.” 

Lost for words, you did something a little crazy: you leaned in and kissed her. Her hands found your waist as she kissed back, and by the time you two pulled apart, both yours and her lips were a little swollen. “Can I take that as a yes to dinner sometime?” Maria asked, reaching down to grab your hand. 

“Of course you can,” you said, before leaning in and kissing her again. 

- the end -

[mischiefmaker615]

Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch. 17

Y/N laughed while she rode through her mild buzz, the drink she had made doing just the trick to keep the night tolerable and actually fun. She and Steve ended the dance in a dip, her fingers having to hold onto his strong shoulders while he gazed down at her with the same grin. They caught their breaths, no one moving form their position while she looked up at him while Steve seemed to study her, his eyes taking in the sight of her neck and facial features as if it were the first time he had seen her.

‘’you’re amazing Y/N..’’ he whispered, out of breath but his smile showed he enjoyed every single second of this as he helped up to her proper posture.

‘’you’ve always been quite the dancer Steve.’’ She smiled, feeling her cheeks redden from the compliment as she took a small step back to gain appropriate distance before her expression became mildly serious.

‘’I should.. probably check on how Loki is doing..’’ she hinted, her bottom lip being captured between her teeth as she rubbed the side of her arm.

‘’Loki cant literally go far, I’m sure he’s fine.’’ Steve waved off and stepped a little closer. ‘’what about another drink before we-‘’

‘’dance again? I’m sorry but I believe you’ve already had your turn.’’ Loki chimed in, Y/N turning to find him standing at the bar where they had left him, a hand on his hip while the other rested on the bar’s edge.

‘’we’re catching our breath, perhaps later.’’ Steve hinted, narrowing his eyes slightly behind Y/N back.

‘’I’m not dancing with you nor was I talking to you Rogers.’’ Loki said dryly, a slur in his voice as he stood properly and while holding deadly eye contact with him, took a few steps back before he was teleported right in front of Y/N, taking hold of her waist and hand in a dance position. ‘’why don’t you indulge in more lipstick over where Tony is.’’ He smirked at him over Y/N shoulder before turning his face to gaze at her more gently. ‘’shall we love,’’

‘’Loki- you need to just-‘’

Her words were cut short as he began moving her backwards, his chest ghosting against hers as he began the dance once the music began. He had turned her last minute so he himself could brush past Rogers before he moved them more into the dance floor. Although Y/N kept up smoothly with his movements, she looked a little hesitant with him as she drew a breath.

‘’how much have you had to drink? -you didn’t finish the bottles did you?” she asked quickly, seeing how although he moved with poise and grace, his pupils were dilated and his breath gave small hints of familiar liquor. She raised a brow at the familiar scent, leaning forward self-consciously to smell more. ‘’that smells like-‘’

‘’Asgardian alcohol? I may have found a bottle where it closely replicated itself to the real thing.’’ He said proudly, looking down his nose as he took in her beautiful features that got closer for her to smell.

‘’and.. how much of that did you have?”

‘’that is not necessarily important darling, I am merely tolerating the evening as you’ve suggested and do hope to forget the memories you’ve had me watch not to long ago.’’ He tsked and spun her before he began swaying them.

‘’what are you talking about?” she raised a brow, tightening her wings in their hold so that she wouldn’t accidently whack anyone while they spun.

‘’I know what Rogers is doing, and I do not intend on letting him get away with it.’’ He warned her, his eyes beginning to travel to study her lips and jawline.

‘’Steve and I were merely just dancing- there is nothing between us.’’ She told him seriously, her cheeks reddening as she noticed his traveling eyes, a small hint of self-consciousness washing over her as she swayed with him.

‘’perhaps not, but he most certainly does not want me with you. A man will take on any role, even a fake one just to make sure the one he cares about doesn’t end up in a situation that could be troublesome.’’

‘’meaning?”

‘’he may not necessarily have feelings for you, but he would be willing to have you fall for anyone else, including himself if need be, to keep you away from me.’’ He said seriously, his balance making him misstep ever so slightly as he quickly corrects it before his hand pulled her waist closer so he could turn her again, feeling her petite hip bones press up against his pelvis and he couldn’t help but find his hand slightly traveling lower to where her tail bone was.

‘’don’t be ridiculous. If Steve showed any signs of advances, I would put a stop to it if it made me uncomfortable.’’ She said quickly, not knowing she was speaking freely while his hand seemed to be distracting.

‘’ah so I do believe I just heard you admit that you have no feelings for him.’’ Loki grinned, not asking as he was telling before he ran his hand up to rest between her wings, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there before he dipped her, his other hand leaving hers briefly to hold her leg up against his thigh.

Her hands quickly moved to his shoulders, holding on to him as she blushed while she gazed up to him with round doe eyes, his eye contact holding hers hostage. They were so close he could feel her light breath gently hit his face, her perfume intoxicating his senses while her chest lightly pressed up against his. By the grace of the gods he was granted holding their position while his balance eternally threatened to get worse. Risking the opportunity while it was still there, his eyes fell down to her lips before he slowly lowered his head towards her.

‘’..what are you doing?” she whispered, holding her breath as her eyes fell to his lips as well.

‘’there is nothing to be shy about my darling, we’ve kissed plenty of times before..’’ he smirked, holding her thigh a bit firmer against his side.

‘’we’ve only kissed once..’’ she questioned, unsureness in her voice as if she had to question her own memory before he chuckled.

‘’perhaps, but I’ve kissed you dozens of times in my mind love.. what’s one more amongst the real world?..’’ he whispered and her eyes slowly moved back up to his. He could feel her shaking ever so slightly, her eyes dilated mildly while he gazed into hers with pleading lust and love.

To his surprise, she moved a hand off his shoulder to rest at the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his locks lightly before she raised her head to brush her lips against his. It was testing the waters, seeing who would do something first with the light stroke of intimacy as her eyes slowly closed.

Loki lost.

Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips against hers with a moan that vibrated against her mouth. It brought out her own small moan, feeling her deepen the kiss as she pressed up into his mouth before they were both sharing a kiss. Her lips were full, soft, and delicate while she tasted the booze against his tongue that lightly ran against her bottom lip before she let him in. there was no battle, no dominance, just pure intimacy where they massaged their tongues together while he pulled her impossibly closer to his body.

He had set her leg down, a hand at her waist as he righted her up while the other pressed her back between her wings forward against his chest. Her dainty hand still gripped his shoulder while the other added more pressure in his hair, making him growl and step forward.

His mistake.

His balance was soon lost as the booze gained a point and had him swaying and falling backward, his hands not necessarily wanting to lose their touch at the same time and accidentally brought her down with him. with a small thud in the middle of the dance floor, he landed on his back, his eyes opening to find her on top of him in a straddle position at his hips, her hands having landed on either side of his head while her wings spread out of either side of them. Her hair hung beautifully to one side, both catching their breaths at he moved his hands, finding they were gripping her hips.

It was almost as if the whole room was silent between them, the only ones in existence were them both as they gazed at each other, Y/N’s cheeks red but her lips parted while she looked down at him with lust. Loki held his breath, his finger tips gripping her exposed thighs where her dress had raised before he saw her body rise up about an inch. By the color of her cheeks he knew it was because she had been sitting upon his now rock hard erection and he nearly gawked as she just once, briefly, grinded her hips to brush against him briefly before she moved to stand up.

‘’Jesus is this while you both didn’t want to join the games? So you could just skip to the action?”

Tony’s voice broke the moment as sound around them resumed in the music and chatter, Stark coming over while Loki cleared his throat and got up, doing his best to keep his balance as he staggered before Tony gripped his shoulder.

‘’hang on there Reindeer games, take this- it helps.’’ He said and handed him a half full glass of something.

Loki raised a brow, taking hold of the drink as he still was trying to regain the moment of what had just happened and downed the drink in one go. His eyes widened and nearly spit the last second sip out and coughed, glaring daggers at Stark.

‘’Norns was that??!”

‘’I figured you wanted more of the booze you were drinking’’ Stark shrugged and laughed, quickly moving to Y/N’s side where she was quickly brushing off her dress after having to yank it down from it’s raised position merely a few seconds ago.

‘’you said it will help!’’ Loki growled.

‘’yeah, help you keep having fun’’ Tony laughed, holding his side. ‘’do you really think I would own any form of sober solutions??”

‘’at least you are aware you are an alcoholic.’’ Y/N scolded dryly and narrowed her eyes.

‘’norns..’’ Loki mumbled, feeling himself sway again while his finger tips moved to his temples.

‘’now while he’s on his way to being less of a party pooper, how about we start another game?” Tony gripped, moving himself between the two and having an arm over each other’s shoulders.

‘’like what?” Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to give up until they’ve participated in something.

‘’dice.’’

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[noshitbarnes]

Anti-Hero: Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos

Word Count: 3,319

Notes: Let me know what you guys think!

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Daniela slowly wakes up to the sun shinning on her face with Bucky’s arm draped across her waist and his face in the crook of her neck. His chest was to her back and she could practically feel his abs through her tank top, he smelled amazing, like sandalwood and sage. Every nerve in her body was tingling and she couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. He was just so warm, comforting, and honestly being in his arms felt so right, as much as she hated to admit that to herself.

Feeling this way wasn't like Daniela, she wasn't some girl who got feelings; she's been a soldier her entire adult life, she rarely ever let herself be vulnerable and catch feelings for someone. Not that she considered emotions a weakness, they were more of a distraction and she couldn’t afford that in her line of work. Part of her wanted to just go back to the way things were before he offered to help her, back to when she suffered alone in Tony's lab. Then again, she hasn't been this happy, ever. Her entire life has been pain and regret, every second of every day she felt on edge; but for some reason, when she was with Bucky, all of that melted away. He made her forget about all of it, the stress, anxiety, and guilt; he constantly reminded her that it was possible to move on and feel somewhat normal.

After taking a deep breath, Daniela shakes herself from her thoughts and mentally curses herself for showing up at Bucky's door again. She knew he didn’t mind, he’s never been one to complain, but every time she stayed the night, the harder it was for her to leave the next morning. If it was up to Daniela, she'd stay in Bucky's bed all day wrapped up in his arms, feeling his breath tickle the back of her neck, while having his heartbeat calm her and reminder her that she was safe; but she had responsibilities, and unfortunately those were more important.

“You awake?”

Bucky’s voice brings Daniela back to reality, “Um,” she clears her throat nervously, “yeah.”

He pulls her closer to his chest and nuzzles his nose into the back of her neck, causing her stomach to do a backflip, “You sleep alright?”

She smiles softly, “Yeah, you?”

“Sure did,” he sighs slowly and reaches for her hand with the arm that was underneath her neck, “I seem to sleep better when you’re here.” He intertwines their fingers and smiles to himself.

Daniela bites her lip while she watches him play with her fingers, loving his surprisingly soft hand, “Well, I’m glad I can help you out too then,” she goes to get up, but he pulls her back onto the bed by their still intertwined hands, causing her to face him, “what're you doin’?”

Bucky shrugs and pulls her into his chest, which causes Daniela to put out a hand instinctively to keep him away, making him look to her confused, “I’m not gonna hurt you, just wanna hold ya.”

She takes a centering breath, but doesn't move her hand, “Um, why?”

He chuckles a bit, “Why not? Being this close botherin' ya or something?” He pauses and raises a brow when she says nothing, “Never has before.”

She shakes her head, not wanting to hurt him, but still afraid to be completely honest, “Um, it’s just that I have to start training Parker today, I can’t stay,” which came out a lot harsher than she intended.

He narrows his eyes and loosens his grip around her, “If you don’t wanna stay, just tell me. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

Daniela studies his face for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt for not being honest. If she wasn't so closed off and stubborn, she would've already told him the truth by now. Being with Bucky in his room was really the only place she felt normal, like she could really be herself and actually relax. When he held her close, talked to her for hours while tracing circles on her skin, she finally knew what true bliss felt like. Despite all those wonderful things, her mind always circled back to the same question; what if he didn't feel the same? For all she knew, he didn't cherish those moments like she did and he was just comforting her, like any good friend would.

Daniela blinks slowly and takes a deep breath, "That's not what I said."

He rolls over onto his back, keeping one arm underneath her waist while closing his eyes, “I know.”

Daniela frowns slightly and decides to change the subject, “You wanna come with me? Peter could use all the help he can get. Plus, it’d give you a chance to get to know him better.”

He smirks slightly, but doesn’t open his eyes, “Nah, he’s your problem.”

She chuckles, “He’s not a problem, Barnes, he’s part of the team now,” she pokes his chest and he wrinkles his nose, in that adorable way he does when he doesn’t want to do something, “so get up and at least come downstairs to get coffee. Please, for me?”

Bucky sighs heavily, “It’s like you know I have a problem saying no to you,” Daniela smiles triumphantly and moves to get up, “I’ll be down in like 20 minutes.”

She stands up from the bed and looks back to him, “Why,” she stretches a bit and giggles lightly, “need to put on some makeup before you join us?”

He chuckles and opens his eyes, “Well, I wouldn’t want Parker to think that I don’t wear any, he may look at me different,” Daniela rolls her eyes and Bucky stretches his arms out and rests them behind his head, “I just wanna take a shower.”

Unfortunately for Daniela, Bucky still wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was highly distracting. She starts to stare at his defined abs and bites her lip, which he notices and smiles deviously at her, “See something you like, Dani?”

She shakes her head and looks around his room, “No, just thinking that I need to take a shower too.” She spots a blue sweater on his desk chair, makes her way over to it, and pulls it over her head, “I’m taking this by the way,” she turns around to face his mirror and starts putting her hair up into it’s usually braid, “I’ll give it back later.” As Daniela's looking at herself in the mirror, she catches Bucky's gaze, “What?”

He looks away quickly, “Nothing, but I think we both know you’re not gonna give that back,” he looks to her again, “you already have two other ones, including my favorite red one.”

Daniela bites her lip nervously, looks back to the mirror, and goes back to fixing her hair, “Do not.”

He shrugs slightly, “If it bothered me I would’ve already asked for ‘em back. It’s fine.” He pauses for a moment and then continues, “They look better on you anyway.”

She chuckles as she finishes up her braid and then turns to face him, “I dunno why you’re being so nice, but it won’t get you whatever it is you want.”

Bucky bites his bottom lip and looks her up and down slowly, then meets her eyes again, “What makes you think I want something?”

She crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one leg, “The only time you really compliment me is if I’ve killed someone.”

“Really?” She nods and Bucky smiles, “I’ll have to work on that then.”

Daniela narrows her eyes, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He only smiles back, “Anyway, go take your shower so you can come down and talk to Parker for a bit,” he doesn’t move so she continues, “it’d mean a lot to him if ya did.”

“Alright, alright.” He groans and then moves to the edge of the bed, hanging his feet off the edge, "You wanna join me? You did say you had to take a shower too, so we might as well save some water." He winks and smiles.

Daniela chuckles and feels her cheeks begin to burn, "Nah, I've got my own shower with my own setup, but uh, thanks." He stands up and she immediately looks to the ceiling, "Um, you wanna cover yourself or something?" Bucky wasn't wearing a shirt, so all he had on was a pair of black boxers. Not that Daniela minded, he was gorgeous, but what did catch her unexpected attention was the bulge he had.

"Oh grow up," she hears him walk towards the bathroom while her eyes don't leave the ceiling, "it's morning, what do you expect?"

She looks to the bathroom a bit confused, slowly blinking, "What does that even mean?"

Bucky chuckles, "Have you never heard of mornin' wood?"

"Oh," it's silent for a moment, then Bucky peaks his head around the corner, raising an eyebrow, "I have okay, I'm not naive, just didn't realize that's what you meant."

He rolls his eyes, "Whatever." He was about to look away when he stops and smiles devilishly, "So are you still set on your own shower? 'Cause that means I'll have to take care of this myself."

Daniela scowls at him in annoyance, "Why are you like this?"

He chuckles, “Oh come on, Velikov, you just said you're not naive! It's first thing in the morning and you, ya know, look like that, I mean could those shorts be any shorter?" He gestures to her legs while slowly looking her over, making Daniela look down at herself then back up to Bucky in confusion, "Then you go and wear my shirt! It’s just, it’s too much for a guy to handle so early.”

She stares at him for a moment and blinks a few times, “Wait. This is my fault?”

Bucky shrugs, “You're not helping.”

She crosses her arms, “Have you not been laid in a while or something?”

His brows went high, “Don't kid yourself, frosty, I do fine.��

Daniela rolls her eyes, “Alright,” she goes to turn back around, but stops, “does this mean you want your shirt back?”

Bucky smiles, “Only if you’re gonna stay and give me a strip tease.” He winks.

She groans and walks to the door, “I’m leaving!”

**********

Every morning Daniela wakes up at 4 AM, goes for at least a 7 mile run, then heads to the gym to do some free weight training. When she first got to the compound Natasha told her she would adjust better if she had a daily routine. Natasha was right, like always, Daniela has had the same routine for almost 3 years now, and it’s really helped. Sometimes it varied depending on if she was on a mission, but if she was at the compound, it typically stayed the same.

After Daniela had gone back to her own room and taken a shower, she quickly changed into her workout gear. She knew she was running late for the day because the sun was up already, but she hadn't bothered to even check her watch or look at her phone to see how late. She didn't think it was that big of a deal, she planned on getting some coffee on her own and then waking up Peter so that they could go for a jog. There wasn't a real set schedule for today, she hadn't really thought about it much, suppose she could do that over coffee. Once she's all changed, she heads downstairs to the kitchen, hoping for some alone time, unfortunately she wasn't that lucky. When she gets there, she finds Rhodes sitting at the counter and Tony standing across from him near the sink holding a coffee cup.

Daniela sighs, not wanting to make small talk, but she knew it was necessary, “Hey Tony, Rhodes,” the men stop talking and look to her, “how are you guys?”

“Mornin’ Velikov,” Rhodes smiles and pats the stool next to him, "we’re doin' good." She smiles and sits down next to him, “Did you sleep alright? That storm was pretty bad, sorry I didn't warn you.”

Daniela shrugs, “The best I could ya know, considering.” She decides to change the topic and looks to the coffee pot, seeing that it was empty. She sighs and then pouts up at Tony, “You guys didn’t save me any?”

“How mean do you think I am?” Tony chuckles, “That one’s yours,” he points to a cup near him, “and Parker is outside waiting on ya. Said he wanted to stretch before you guys went jogging.”

Daniela raises an eyebrow and reaches for the coffee cup, “How does he know what time I get up?”

“I believe Natasha told him,” Rhodes answers, “he was asking her about what kind of routine to expect.”

“Well, I would've gotten down here sooner, I just didn’t expect him to be up and ready by,” she looks to her watch and her eyes widen, “8 AM?! Who let me sleep in so long?” Tony and Rhodes give each other a look, “What?”

Rhodes shakes his head, “Tony went to go wake you up at five cause he was worried, ya know, you never wake up late. You’re predictable as hell.”

Daniela raises an eyebrow, “That doesn’t sound like a compliment."

Tony speaks up next, ignoring her comment, and without looking up from his paper, “When I got to your room, you weren’t there,” he pauses to take a drink of his coffee, “did you sleep in my lab again or somethin’?”

Daniela takes a sip from her cup, “No.”

Tony rolls his eyes and finally looks to her, “You realize this entire place has cameras, plus FRIDAY.” He starts drumming his fingers on the counter top when she doesn’t answer, “Don’t make me interrogate you like a teenager.”

“Stark,” she says coldly, voice darkening, “I was tortured for a better part of my existence, do you really think you are gonna get much outta me?”

Rhodes sighs next to her and shakes his head while looking down at his cup, “I told you to not ask her Tones.”

It didn't really bother Tony that Daniela wanted to keep a secret from him, what bothered him was that she sounded like she felt she had too. Her demeanor and cold tone was enough for him to know that she didn't want to divulge where she truly had been. Tony and her were close, he'd even helped her through several storms himself. She'd come down to his lab and they'd work on one of his cars or a new suit, laugh, and talk about everything; then next thing they knew, it would be morning and the storm was over.

Tony purses his lips and looks back to his paper, "We'll talk about this later."

Daniela takes another sip from her cup and hums happily, “I think you’re the only one who knows how I like my coffee, Tony.”

“Two sugars and skim milk,” Daniela looks to the entryway of the kitchen to see Clint walk in, “cause you’re weird.” He sits down next to her, looking at her cup with a disgusted face, “Skim milk is not milk, Dani.”

“But around Christmas,” Bucky soon comes in as well, “you get that peppermint shit from Whole Foods.” He smiles and goes to the cabinet to grab a mug.

Tony smirks while looking at his paper, “You’re both wrong, but at least you tried.”

Daniela smiles while Clint and Bucky look to each other confused, “That’s how I know who my real friends are.” She leans forward and kisses Tony on the cheek, then walks towards the entryway, “See you guys later!”

Clint looks to Tony once Daniela was gone, “Alright, I'll bite, how does she like her coffee?”

Tony looks up and scoffs, “Yeah, like I’m gonna tell you. Be observant and you’ll figure it out.”

Bucky tilts his head at Tony, a bit confused, “Who am I thinking of then? Cause I know someone around here gets that stuff, just assumed it was her.”

Tony tries to hold back a chuckle, but is unsuccessful, “Wilson.”

Bucky hangs his head and sighs, “Damn pigeon is ruining my life.”

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Daniela walks outside and is surprised to find Peter laying out in the grass on his back, completely passed out. He was in the middle of the large lawn, sun shining down on him, not having a care in the world, he looked so peaceful. Part of her felt bad for the kid, he confided in her a few weeks ago that he hadn't been sleeping well, said he's been so stressed out with classes that he can't rest his mind when it’s time for bed. Wanda offered to help him out, but he didn't want that, he wanted to figure it out on his own, classic Peter really. If it was truly up to Daniela, she would've just let him sleep, even if it was in the middle of the lawn, because Lord knows the last time that boy’s actually slept. Unfortunately though, today was the beginning of training, so she had to wake him.

Sighing as she finishes her coffee, Daniela sets the empty mug on the patio table, and looks over Peter once more, thinking how exactly to wake him up. She stretches out her fingers, wiggles them a bit, then rubs her palms together in a quick circle, making a small snowball. Even though Tony told her to be nice, well actually the whole team did, she wasn’t going to be a bucket full of sunshine, it just wasn't in her nature. If Tony wants him trained, he was going to have to deal with her methods, which weren’t always the safest.

Daniela quietly walks down the patio steps towards him, despite his spidey-sense he didn’t seem to notice, which goes to show how exhausted the kid really was. Stopping a few feet short of him, she shakes her head slowly, then throws the snowball, hitting him in the face. As soon as the cold snow hits him he’s up in an instant, dazed as hell, looking around anxiously, then falls back down.

Daniela crosses her arms and watches him, “Staying alert at all times, rule number one,” Peter relaxes a bit when he recognizes her voice, “I could’a killed ya, Parker.”

He sighs and wipes his face to get the remaining snow off, “Sorry, Dani, must’ve dozed off there.” He chuckles lightly.

She offers her hand to help him up, “Are you ready to go or do you wanna sleep some more?”

Peter takes her hand and she helps him up, “No, I’m ready! I’ve been up since six and have had like 5 cups of coffee.”

“Oh sweet Moses.” She sighs and stretches her arms a bit, “Do you do much jogging?”

“Um,” he looks behind Daniela while he thinks, “does running after bad guys count?”

Trying to hold back a smile, she shakes her head, “Uh, no.”

“Then not really." De walks up closer and then stops, “Alright this is gonna sound like a stupid question, but I don’t wanna get in trouble or anythi—"

She watches him as he rambles, eventually holding up a hand to get him to stop, “Just ask me, there’s no such thing as a stupid question. Didn’t you learn that in school?”

He chuckles, “Oh right, um, okay, so is it still okay if I still call you Dani? Or do I need to call you Sergeant? Or ma'am?”

Daniela’s eyebrows go up and his question, “Um, let’s go with whatever you feel comfortable with. This isn’t the army anyway, so I won’t force it on ya to be so formal, okay?”

He smiles big, "Okay, yeah, sure, thanks Dani."

[froggibus]

Hi bestie do you plan on writing a part 2 for blind date? Maybe when they go to Tony's party together and Sam and Steve keep flirting with reader?

Christmas Party (Blind Date 2) - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: fluff!

Word Count: 600

Summary: after your blind date with Bucky, you go to avengers tower for a Christmas party

CW: pure fluff, alcohol, flirting, Bucky is a lil possessive but wholesome!!

hey bestie! i wasn’t really planning on it since I wrote it so long ago but here’s a little blurb I wrote! hope you enjoy <3

this is a part 2. you can read part 1 here

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Stepping into Avengers Tower, you can’t help but smooth down the wrinkles on your clothes. The snow is coming down harder now, and thick flakes of it are clinging to the fabric of your clothes and strands of your hair. 

“Are you sure I’m dressed up enough for this?” You ask. 

Bucky squeezes your hand in reassurance, “honestly, I’m not the best person to ask that. But you look great!”

You nod, watching him press the button for the elevator. You figure Nat will be there, so you won’t be completely alone. Still, you’re nervous. 

Even when you’re stepping off of the elevator onto the top floor, where waiters cart around platters of champagne and serve them to heroes of all kinds, your nerves only grow. You can see many familiar faces—people you’ve only seen on the news and dreamt about seeing. 

“Well, well, well,” a familiar redhead purses her lips at you, setting her empty champagne glass on a tray. “Look who showed up.”

She looks gorgeous—a black slip dress framing her athletic figure. She brings you in for an awkward hug, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils. 

When she pulls back, she shoots a glance at the two men she was talking to before you showed up. 

“Where are my manners? Y/n, this is Steve and Sam,” she gestures to them. 

Even without the introduction, you know who they are. Steve Rogers: Captain America, and Sam Wilson: The Falcon. You’ve heard countless stories about them, including many tonight from Bucky himself. 

Speaking of Bucky, he drops your hand so that he can give his friend a pat on the back, giving the other man a begrudging handshake. You giggle slightly, before introducing yourself to the two men. 

“Hi,” you extend your hand to Steve’s, his engulfing yours. “I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” blue eyes stare into yours. Something about his gaze makes your stomach flip. 

You shake Sam’s hand next. He grins at you, “looks like our boy Bucky really scored. You look amazing, by the way.”

Your cheeks burn at that, and you’re so focused on his words that you don’t notice the way Bucky scoffs at Sam’s antics. Him and Nat have a side conversation while you talk to the other two. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Steve offers, eyes twinkling. 

“That would be great, thank you!”

Sam chats you up while you wait for Steve to return. You shoot the occasional glance at Bucky, whose eyes never leave you. Sam asks about where you’re from and how you ended up in New York, and Bucky takes that as opportunity to come next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

The contact makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, but you know it’s not completely innocent. Bucky is clearly annoyed that his friends have already stolen you away. Before anything can happen, though, Steve is retuning with your drink. 

“Aw, thank you!” You beam at the man, “you guys don’t mind if I steal Bucky away, do you?”

“Not at all!” Steve seems genuinely happy for his friend. 

Sam seems less happy, but accepts it regardless. 

You shrug his arm off your shoulders and snatch up his hand instead, dragging him to the snack table. “So,” you grab a chocolate covered pretzel, “they seem nice.”

“Steve is.”

You laugh, “but not Sam?”

“He’s a bit of a flirt,” he says, “he gets on my nerves, too.”

“Aw, were you jealous?” You poke at his ribs. 

“No—he’s just…annoying.”

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “well, there’s nothing to be annoyed about. You’re my date for the night, so how’s about introducing me to the man himself?”

His cheeks burn red at the contact. “Aye aye, Captain.”

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[togrowoldinv]

Permanence

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter Parker’s world ended world three times. Each one hurt more than the last and every day felt like an invitation for the universe to cause him more pain. When he meets you, his world changes once again.

Note: This takes place after the events of NWH, and this is Tom’s Peter. Enjoy!

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The first time the world stopped on its axis for Peter was the day Tony Stark sacrificed himself. His mentor, his friend, his found family was gone an instant. He hadn’t been prepared to say goodbye. No one ever is.

But that loss was nothing compared to the loss of his beloved aunt. Aunt May was Peter’s safe space. She was his rock and firm foundation. No matter what, he always had her to come home to. Until he didn’t. She was ripped from him far too young and far too unfairly. It was as if Peter’s entire world slipped between his fingers.

The final day his world ended was the day he was forced to be forgotten by everyone who knew him. There would be no more Peter Parker to anyone other than himself. Everyone who cared for him or hated him or even barely knew who he was soon couldn’t even recognize the young man.

There was only Spider-Man. And that’s how you met him. A broken, lost man in a spider suit you had seen swinging around Queens.

He lived in the apartment next to you. That was all you knew. So when you saw him in the hallway, you dared to try and get to know the mysterious man.

“How’s the view from up there?” You asked him. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with a titled confusion to his head. “You’re Spider-Man, right?”

“Oh- uh- you know that’s sort of-“ he began. His face burned with nerves and you tried to ease his worries.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. I mean it’s not like I even know who you are,” you said.

“I’m Peter,” he said with a small smile. He reached his hand out for you to shake and you took it gladly.

“I’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“Yeah, you too. I’ll see you around?” He phrased it like a nervous question and you couldn’t help but wonder why. It seemed obvious to you that you’d see him considering that he was your neighbor.

“I’ll see you around,” you confirmed anyways and the smile he gave you made your heart flutter.

After that first encounter, you and Peter began to see each other almost every day in the hallway. You’d be coming home from work and he’d be going out to patrol, or maybe the two of you would check your mail at similar times.

On what you guessed to be the twentieth time speaking to you, Peter took a chance and asked you out for a coffee date. You hadn’t expected it, but you quickly said yes.

After three coffee dates, you and Peter agreed to a dinner date scheduled for this evening.

When you open your door to greet him, Peter is standing there with flowers in his hand and his heart on his sleeve.

He takes your hand and keeps it in his for most of the night. After dinner, Peter looks at you with a grin.

“Are you scared of heights?” He asks you.

“I don’t think so. I’m not sure,” you reply honestly.

“Is it okay if I-uh- you know?” Peter asks and you have no clue what he means. You nod anyways, trusting him.

Suddenly, he shoots webs out from his hands and pulls you up into the air with him. He swings around the buildings and you shut your eyes. He lands atop of a building and helps you stand up again.

“Are you okay?” He asks. His hand rests on your back softly.

“That was crazy,” you say and he laughs breathily.

“Yeah. But look at the view from up here.”

You lift your head to the horizon and look out at the city. It is truly an amazing sight.

“This is great, Peter. Thank you for showing me this,” you say.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning over and kissing his lips. He kisses you back softly and you enjoy the feeling. It’s safe, it’s somehow already comfortable, and it’s passionate.

When you break for air, Peter holds your hand and you two sit down where you can still gaze out into the sky.

Peter tells you of his life, of his losses, and of his care for you. You understand how he hasn’t been given the gift of even temporary permanence of relationships. You vow to change that.

And for the first time in a long time, Peter’s world doesn’t end. It doesn’t stop spinning. It doesn’t come crashing down on him.

When he looks at you, Peter’s world begins again and it takes perfect form in the shape of you sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and your hearts beating as one.

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[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Imagine: Your girlfriend Wanda is a cuddly one during the winter.

*As always, not my GIF.

The door to the compound opens, making you perk up from knitting a scarf for your girlfriend.

Speaking of, Wanda enters, shivering like a penguin alarm clock going off, despite wearing a heavy winter coat, mittens you knitted for her, a hat you knitted for her, sturdy boots, and snowpants.

"Wanda!" you squeal excitedly, rushing over to hug her, only to find that her winter wear is still covered in snow. You back away.

"Why did Tony make you take on a mission in Antarctica of all places?" you ask as you help her out of the barely-protective winter wear. "Especially in the middle of January?"

"It wasn't really our choice, (Y/N)." She sighs heavily as she shakes the snow off of her hat. "Someone planted a bomb deep in the ice."

"Where are the others?" you ask.

"They're still on their way back in the Quinjet," she answers. "Whereas I opted to fly back on my own. Oh no!"

She looks at her mittens. The palms now each have a giant hole in them.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart!" Wanda apologizes with sad eyes, showing you the scarlet mittens. "I forgot to take these off before flying back! I know how hard you worked on these mittens."

You take a look at them before shrugging. You've had worse damages on your craft.

"It's fine, honey," you tell her. "I can fix these up."

"Are you sure?"

You nod.

"You know I've always got a bit of yarn in my room."

She chuckles. "More like an entire warehouse worth of yarn."

"It's not that much," you scoff.

"Are you kidding? You could open up an entire yarn store with the amount you have." She scrunches her nose up at you. "Speaking of, why don't you offer knitting services to the public? You're amazing at it, after all."

"Nah." You shake your head as you place the mittens in your to-do basket by the kitchen table. "It's much better when they're just for my friends."

"Just friends?" Wanda whimpers teasingly with puppy-dog eyes.

You roll your eyes.

"You know yours are much more special, Wanda darling."

She giggles cutely.

"Why did you decide to fly back by yourself anyway?" you ask. "You know the Quinjet is much warmer."

"Because I wanna cuddle," she says plainly.

"Again?" you groan playfully. "Wanda, we cuddled before you had to leave."

"That was a long time ago."

"You left six hours ago."

"That's six hours too long, especially in the middle of January!" she whines. "I wanna cuddle with you and watch The Dick Van Dyke Show."

"You can cuddle with Natasha when she gets back," you suggest.

Wanda pouts and folds her arms. "It's not the same as when I cuddle with you. Please?"

You turn your attention back to your project. "Can I at least finish knitting this scarf?"

Scarlet magic surrounds your project and pulls it out of your hands. It zooms off to somewhere.

"Cuddles first, scarf later," Wanda declares.

Smiling, you shake your head, rolling your eyes.

"At least change into some dry clothes first," you tell her, thinking it'll keep her busy for a few minutes and you'll have some time to find that scarf.

With a snap of her fingers, her cold, wet, mission clothes change into warm, fresh, dry pajamas.

"But I don't have PJs on--"

Snap!

You do now.

"....Cuddles. Now."

You know Wanda's not gonna let up. She loves cuddles, and who are you to deny her cuddles in the middle of winter?

"Fiiiiiine."

Wanda beams and takes your hand, pulling you to the bedroom. You pretend to be irritated, but she knows you love cuddling with her just as much as she loves cuddling with you.

The two of you get tucked into the bed. Wanda uses her magic to put in Season 2, Episode 21.

"The Walnut episode again?" you ask.

"You know it's my favorite, you goofball," she giggles as the theme song plays.

As the episode begins, Wanda wraps her arms around you and gently leans her head near your shoulder; you hug her in return. Occasionally she gives you little pecks on the cheek. When the climax of the episode hits, she hugs onto you even tighter as if to say, "I'll protect you from the Twiloites." It's kind of her thing to be protective, but you love that about her.

Way into the night, you two watch the sitcom. You both end up dozing off with Wanda being the first to nod off. As you're about to nod off as well, you glance over at your sleeping beauty, and you can't help but think.

"God, how did I get so lucky to have her as my darling?"

[cjsinkythoughts]

In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day. 

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.” 

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

****************

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. 

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

~

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

~

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

[barnes-n-nobles]

Attention (SMUT)

Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤

Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!

You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.

“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.

“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.

~~~~Later that night~~~~

You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.

“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.

“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.

Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.

There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.

As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss. 

You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.

Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”

[untitled-writer-013]

How would yanderes Peter Parker and Tony Stark(Separate) react to someone bumping into reader and reader’s reader’s hard work of her book that she was working on goes down the drain? Like either the papers get ruined with water or her laptop crashes on the ground erasing all her data? I would literally die if that happened to me in real life

Yandere!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Yandere!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader (Lost Work HCs)

warning(s): yandere themes (but you knew that :3), hints of murder, actual murder, comfort from some loving yanderes, swearing (like one word, i believe)

Tony had always encouraged (Y/n) to pursue her dream to be a successful author, and he supported her in every way possible.

He had bought her a laptop to use, since he worried that she would hurt herself if she had handwritten her book, and would make sure she didn’t deprive herself of sleep or other bodily needs.

He had been at the tower like usual, waiting for his darling to show up for lunch as he had some small talk with Bruce.

(Y/n) was walking down the street, laptop to her chest since she had something exciting to show Tony regarding her book. As she walked, someone harshly walked into her, making her gasp as her laptop painfully fell to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” (Y/n) yelled, fuming as she picked up her laptop and looked to see the damage. Her heart dropped as the laptop only showed her the blue screen of death, making her shake her head as her eyes watered.

She had been working on this book for months, close to a year, she had spent constant nights missing out on spending time with her friends so she could focus on writing.

She texted Tony that she would be late, making Tony frown as he asked Jarvis to check on her. “(Y/n) seems to be upset over their laptop. It was damaged and has lost all of the progress on her book.” Jarvis shared, making Tony let out a sigh.

He took his suit to fly to (Y/n), bringing her into a hug once he found her crying while holding her laptop tightly. “I’m so sorry that happened, baby.” Tony stated, comforting her as he secretly asked Jarvis to gather information on the man that bumped into her.

He’ll help her write her book again, this time making sure she had a backup on a hard drive. He won’t let that man destroy your work without making him pay hell for it.

Peter loved (Y/n) for being a writer, he thought it was amazing that she could tell stories that always made him invested and wanting for more.

He’d save up some money and buy a laptop for her, giving it to her for Christmas when they were exchanging gifts.

The smile on her face had been worth it, and he made her promise to take care of herself while she was writing her story.

He was currently doing a bit of hero work, mostly just patrolling New York since crime seemed to happen everywhere all the time. (Y/n) was returning home after fetching another cup of tea, the cinnamon with the delicious tea making her motivated to finish another page of her work.

She gasped as a man took a hold of her computer bag, fighting for him to let go before he made the strap tear, falling to the ground along with the laptop. Peter had been swinging nearby, quickly going down to check on his darling. “(Y/n), honey, are you alright?” Peter asked, his eyes wide as he helped her off the ground, using his webs to keep the thief from running.

“Y-Yes, but my laptop..” (Y/n) stated, her eyes tearing up as she showed that in the struggle, her tea had spilled completely into her bag and onto the laptop, and the fall hadn’t helped the damage. “I-I know it was a lot of money, I’ll make it all up t-to you, I promise.” (Y/n) stuttered, still a bit shaken up as Peter shook his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek through the mask.

“I’ll take care of this, okay? Just head home, and we’ll figure out what to do.” Peter stated, making (Y/n) nod before she left, wiping her tears as she returned home. Peter turned to the criminal, picking him up by his jacket and swung to a rooftop. “You made her cry, so tell me how you’re going to make up for that.” Peter stated, watching as the man begged to not be let go, holding onto his wrist tightly as he dangled over the ledge.

“C’mon, stop whining and tell me how you’re going to fix your mistake. Or else, I’ll drop you.” Peter stated, loosening his grip slightly as the man yelled, letting out shaky breaths. “Okay, okay! I-I’ll give you the money for the damn laptop, just d-don’t kill me!” The man shouted, making Peter smile as he checked his pockets, the man sighing since he had a few hundred dollars on him. Peter then threw him off, claiming that the man had thrown himself off after panicking. He eventually returned home, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he brought (Y/n) into a hold, telling her he’d buy her one very soon.

~fin~

author’s note: silly to think that these guys would let them get away with ruining your work! these yanderes will be sure they pay for making you cry <33

[another-stark-sub]

“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

[randomshyperson]

Good morning my love, how are you today? Have you drunk water? And don't lie to me, I don't think you have. And make sure to eat a meal for me as well.

But on a different note, I have come with another request. You seriously need to make a Kofi so I can send you money.

Natasha x Reader since I am still processing her death. Where basically Nat's family is like "so this is your girlfriend?" And it's like a scene where we basically did something stupid like get our hand stuck in a jar or something. And Nat's like, "yeah? I promise she's not like this all the time. She's actually pretty badass" but they don't believe it until one day the whole family and Y/n goes on a mission together and they actually see this side

Hello my friend, good morning. I had a decent meal today, and some water after you request me to haha. Speaking of request, I hope you like this, it's short but is made with love.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluffly.

Words: 1.006

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First and Second Impressions

You are failing to impress Natasha's family.

To be fair, it is not your fault.

A month ago, for example, when they showed up at the Avengers' tower by surprise, instead of the following week at the dinner you had scheduled for Natasha to introduce you all, they found you hanging upside down from the gym's training ropes. It wasn't your fault that gymnastics wasn't your thing, but you were upset at the way Melina squeezed her eyes shut as if disappointed while Nat helped you down.

And after that little incident, you hoped to get a better second impression out of the Romanoffs, but when dinner happened, things only got worse.

The lobster was fresher than expected, and it bit your finger. Natasha dragged you into the bathroom to get a bandage, and you saw that Yelena was holding back her giggle at almost seeing you cry over the small bruise.

And things only seemed to get worse with every interaction you had with Natasha's family.

Being Alexei's ride ended with a flat tire. Spending time with Yelena ended with you being a shy mess and making jokes that she didn't understand. And cooking with Melina was a ridiculous disaster, you couldn't even open a jar for her.

So you were planning something big.

Natasha's birthday.

If you could throw an amazing party, you would impress everyone, and make your girlfriend happy.

So you organized everything, the place, the decorations, the food, and the guest list.

Your fellow Avengers were happy to help in any way they could, but you said you preferred to do everything yourself, knowing that Tony and Thor weren't exactly the best at keeping secrets.

After setting up at the Romanoff residence, you checked your cell phone for the time.

You had arranged with Wanda and Pietro for them to bring the candles, but they were late. So were the rest of the Avengers. But with luck, it would all work out.

When you heard a car noise in the backyard, you felt your heart race.

They arrived early, well you just expected the candles to arrive before the party was over.

You hurried to turn off the lights.

That's when the trouble started.

Well, you forgot for a second that you were dealing with Russian spies.

Russian spies with a huge list of enemies.

When you heard the noises of cars parking, you assumed it was your girlfriend's lovely family, and not trained assassins looking for them.

"SURPRISE!" You shouted as soon as the door opened, and you had a second to notice the weapons before the men moved in.

Bad time for the Avengers to be late.

Your first action was to duck to avoid a shot to the face, and seek cover. The next moment you were grabbing the trays of food to throw at the attackers, and disarm them. It all turned into a mess of blows as soon as you managed to get up and attack the first of them.

You ended up on top of a man much bigger than you, but you had to use his advantage against him to take him down against your colleagues, and then disarm the other three.

A few more blows later, you finished, stumbling slightly away from the man you had knocked down.

You widen your eyes as you looked forward only to see the Avengers accompanied by the Romanoff family staring at you and the several fallen assassins in shock.

"Babe, are you okay?" Natasha was the one who spoke first, pushing Steve to catch up to you, and skipping one of the fallen men on the floor to raise her hands to her face, looking for injuries.

"I-I'm fine." You replied half breathless from the fight, and then embarrassed. " Dammit, Nat, you're early."

As Natasha checked you out, Yelena spoke up.

"Are you sure she hasn't been replaced?" She whispered to her mother.

"Two weeks ago she couldn't open a jar of pickles." Melina whispered back. "Maybe she has a twin sister."

"Yes, that must be it, no chance it's the same person who cried over a cut on her finger." Yelena muttered back, and Natasha released you to look at the two with a frown.

"I told you guys she was a badass." She speaks, making you blush.

Yelena holds up her hands in surrender. "Hey, hey, I believe you." She began with an ironic smile, moving closer as Steve and Sam moved to pick up the agents with Alexei. "The coolest thing about her is that she's not a poser like you."

You chuckle half-heartedly as Natasha rolls her eyes.

Looking around you sigh.

"Sorry, I think I knocked all the food over on the floor." You say clumsily, but Natasha smiles, slipping her arm across your shoulder.

"Damn, you knocked over the cake, too? We found the candles." Pietro announces next, raising the item in the air.

You let out an exclamation of celebration.

"No, it's in the fridge." You say, and make mention of walking away, but Nat holds you against her, making you smile. "Pick it up for us, Pietro?"

"Sure, pal."

Half an hour later, you are at a table with the Avengers and the Romanoff family, singing happy birthday to your girlfriend.

As soon as the song ended, everyone sat together while eating cake.

"And did you see the way she took the second guy down?" Yelena commented out loud making you shrink slightly in your seat in embarrassment.

"Please, she disarmed the third so fast, the second barely had time to fall." Alexei added proudly, and you exchanged a look with Natasha, who just smiled at you.

"I knew you would find someone as strong as you, Tasha." Melina tells her daughter with a wink, and you think you might cry with happiness.

And you feel that you don't have to worry about impressing any of them because all they do is praise the way you fought off ten agents all by yourself for the next few hours.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Toned Down (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Avengers)

Characters: Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Avengers

Universe: Marvel, Avengers, DC, Batman

Warnings: Drinking

Request: Hi! Can I request harley quinn x fem reader (I imagine harley from Birds of Prey) and reader is a member of the Avengers and is going to introduce her girlfriend to the team?

“How do I look?” Harley asked, giving you a little twirl of her outfit, arms outstretched, a rather proud smile on her face. You turned around to look at her, looking her up and down, honestly in awe… “What do you think?” She asked.

 “You look amazing but it’s not very… you. It’s pretty tame.” You noticed, not that it was hard to not notice. Everything about her style for the day was still bright colour and crazy, but still… it was only hints of Harley, not Harley. She had a bright multicoloured cropped jacket on, ‘Qiunn’ painted onto the back, the dot in the I being a heart, several patches on the sleeves and badges and pins on the front. However, compared to what you called her ‘confetti coat’, it was pretty normal, especially when she combined it with black shorts and a rather simple shirt underneath. Even her makeup seemed pretty normal- her eyeshadow matched on each eye, for gods sake! 

“I know, but it’s the first time I’m meeting your family, and I guess this is my version of wearing something formal to meet them. Keep it tame and then when they’re used to me, I bring out the big guns!” She told you, grabbing her bag before wrapped her arm around yours, both of you leaving her apartment. 

“You don’t have to dull yourself down for them, you know. I’ve already told them all about you, the last thing I’d want is for them to be disappointed and think I was exaggerating.” You joked lightly with her. 

“Well imagine their surprise the next time I meet them and I bring Bruce!” She told you, making you chuckle and imagine the reactions it would get. You were admittedly a bit nervous to introduce her to the team, and you knew you had every right to be. The people you were about to introduce her to were no other than you coworkers, the Avengers. 

You’d actually met Harley before you became an Avenger, though back then you were merely aquaintances, but in that first short meeting you made quite an impact on each other. You had been doing vigilante work, sort of building up a portfolio to show SHIELD as to why they should put you on the team, and during this time you crossed paths with Harley, who pissed off the wrong people, and who were trying to kill her. It was extremely unbalanced, her against nearly 20 men, and seeing the situation and after gathering as much information as you could from the taunting and remarks and threats, you decided to help Harley. When it was all over, she shook your hand, introducing herself properly, and said she owed you. She paid you back by putting in an anonymous tip to SHIELD talking about how you saved her life from 20 armed men. Needless to say, you got the job. After a while of just being friends, you realised you liked her maybe a bit more than that, and you were honest with her, and you were happy you were. Now your crazy friend was your crazy girlfriend, and you loved her to death. 

You were also extremely protective of her. 

You knew she could look after herself. She always found herself in insane situations and would get out of them herself and then tell you about it after the fact when you got home from work. It was more you were protective because of the Avengers, who had become a sort of second family to you. You had kept your relationship on the low for a few months around them, until Natasha tried to play cupid, in which you quickly had to inform her you had a girlfriend, Tony overheard, and it wasn’t long until the entire team started trying to pull information about her from you. So far you kept it to the basics- her name was Harley, she was blonde, she had an amazing if sometimes dark sense of humour, and she was the life of the party and attracted trouble with her personality and fashion sense, and they’d know it was her from miles away, but she was loyal, kind and caring, and she always knew how to make you laugh and feel better, especially when you were actually sick since you had a doctorate! However, they’d been trying to get pictures or to even meet her for a while now, and finally you gave in, and asked Harley if she wanted to come with you to a casual party being hosted by Tony that week. The only reason it was casual instead of formal was because you told Tony formal wasn’t her style and she’d quickly switch things up. 

You eventually arrived at the tower, your girlfriend squealing with excitement as you walked into the elevator, the doors shutting automatically and going up to the top floors. “I hope you know I’m gonna befriend the assassin and witch, and then us four can go have nights on the town.” She informed you, making you chuckle. The doors opened, showing a bustling room full of guests, and as Harley pulled you into the room, you spotted some familiar faces. 

“Hey, Natasha’s over there, want to go get drinks?” You asked her, pointing to the bar where Natasha was serving drinks, and Harley grinned at you, before literally skipping over to the bar, you following behind as she lent on the bar. 

“Hi! Nice to meet ya! I’m Harley, I’m Y/N’s girlfriend! You must be Natasha!” Harley introduced herself, offering a hand to shake, which Natasha took despite clearly being taken aback by how to the point Harley had been. 

“Nice to meet you.” Natasha welcomed. “Want a drink?” She asked the two of you. 

“How about a shot to start the night?” Harley asked you. 

“Oh, you're getting me in trouble later, huh?” You commented in response, making her giggle as Natasha prepared the glasses and poured them, and you noticed she’d poured one for herself as well. She glanced behind you, before getting out even more glasses, and you turned seeing Steve and Thor walking over, and you gave a small wave to them. “Hey babe, I’ve found your drinking competition for tonight.” You commented to Harley, who turned, gasping excitedly at the sight of them.

“You must be Harley, nice to meet you.” Steve introduced himself to her.  “Is Nat being nice?” He asked her. 

“Oh I already know we’re gonna be best friends.” Harley told him, handing him and Thor a shot, before she quickly downed her drink without even flinching. “Where’s the other one you told me about?” Harley asked you, and you looked around, spotting Wanda talking with Clint, and pointed to her. Harley gave you a cheeky grin before skipping off to go make a new friend.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked coming over to the bar as well, watching as Harley reached Wanda, loudly introducing herself before plopping down in the seat next to her. “You weren’t kidding about her being eccentric.” 

“Oh trust me, she’s behaving. Wait until she gets 10 shots into her, then the real show will start.” You commented, leaning on the bar. “She will also convince some of you to join in- Nat, watch out, she’s got her eye on you and Wanda mostly, in case you haven’t noticed.” 

“She doesn’t seem that bad. She seems rather tame compared to how you spoke about her.” Thor commented in disbelief, making you laugh. 

“Oh, my dear Thor, she’s done that on purpose. She’s already planning to turn it up to 10 the next time you meet her by bringing along her pet Hyena that’s got the same name as Banner.”

“I’m sorry, she has what?!” Tony asked in disbelief as you smiled, turning to Natasha and taking the shot she had yet to drink, and took it yourself. Oh, this was going to be fun. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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